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wintermoon3. Behold, the Drabblematic!
Throatily Tripping
Draco tripped along passionately. He was on his way to meet his lover, Harry, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a lion hopping along, carrying an armchair in its mouth.
Draco was almost under the sofa when he came across an exquisite cake, lying alone on a supple plate. "That must be a treat from my sumptuous bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked thorough, so he ate it.
It gave him the most shiny tingling sensation in his eye. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Harry.
When Harry came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Draco cried lumpily.
"Your nose! And your elbow!" Harry said. "They're beastly! Can't you feel it?"
Draco felt his nose and his elbow. They were indeed quite beastly. "Oh, no!" Draco said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that exquisite cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Harry said. "I got you a tree. It must have been that enseemed man who lives nearby. He acts a little lavishly, ever since he praised a basket."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Draco sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Harry said unabashedly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your nose is really deciduous like that."
"Really?" Draco dried her tears. Draco kissed Harry and it was an entirely exanimate sensation, like an extended metaphor that uses a great deal of prose to say very little.
They spent the night having entirely exanimate sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
And....
A Thorough Occurrence
Draco paced up and down, jiggling his elbow. His very good friend, Mary Sue Tree, had arranged to meet him here under the sofa. "I have something exquisite to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Tree was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Draco expected to see her bounce up, her sumptuous hair streaming behind her and her exanimate eyes aglow.
Draco heard footsteps, but they seemed rather beastly for a delicate and supple girl like Mary Sue Tree, whose tread was deciduous. He turned around and found Harry staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Harry said passionately. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Draco had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so unabashedly. "Mary Sue Tree asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Harry, his nose began to throb lavishly.
"Oh," Harry said, lumpily. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Draco said and caught Harry by his eye. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Harry said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like an extended metaphor that uses a great deal of prose to say very little.
From behind a basket, Mary Sue Tree watched with a shiny light in her enseemed eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Draco/Harry". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the lion from extinction.
But wait...there's more!
Exanimate Love
Draco finished packing. Ever since Harry, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Draco had been enseemed.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing praised him, all was deciduous. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the sofa to become a sumptuous tree.
Just then, there was a supple knock at the door. Draco opened it and stood there throatily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his elbow.
When Draco came to, Harry was holding his nose and looking beastly. "My love," Harry said lavishly, "I'm sorry for the exquisite shock. I've been shipwrecked on a thorough island for the last ten years, living like an extended metaphor that uses a great deal of prose to say very little. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my eye in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Draco could hardly believe his Harry had returned. "I will always love you, eye or no eye. Besides, you can cover it up with a basket."
They embraced lumpily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was shiny.
Hee hee!
But where can I make my own drabbles, you plea? Why, here of course: http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/
wintermoon3. Behold, the Drabblematic!Throatily Tripping
Draco tripped along passionately. He was on his way to meet his lover, Harry, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a lion hopping along, carrying an armchair in its mouth.
Draco was almost under the sofa when he came across an exquisite cake, lying alone on a supple plate. "That must be a treat from my sumptuous bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked thorough, so he ate it.
It gave him the most shiny tingling sensation in his eye. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Harry.
When Harry came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Draco cried lumpily.
"Your nose! And your elbow!" Harry said. "They're beastly! Can't you feel it?"
Draco felt his nose and his elbow. They were indeed quite beastly. "Oh, no!" Draco said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that exquisite cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Harry said. "I got you a tree. It must have been that enseemed man who lives nearby. He acts a little lavishly, ever since he praised a basket."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Draco sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Harry said unabashedly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your nose is really deciduous like that."
"Really?" Draco dried her tears. Draco kissed Harry and it was an entirely exanimate sensation, like an extended metaphor that uses a great deal of prose to say very little.
They spent the night having entirely exanimate sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
And....
A Thorough Occurrence
Draco paced up and down, jiggling his elbow. His very good friend, Mary Sue Tree, had arranged to meet him here under the sofa. "I have something exquisite to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Tree was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Draco expected to see her bounce up, her sumptuous hair streaming behind her and her exanimate eyes aglow.
Draco heard footsteps, but they seemed rather beastly for a delicate and supple girl like Mary Sue Tree, whose tread was deciduous. He turned around and found Harry staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Harry said passionately. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Draco had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so unabashedly. "Mary Sue Tree asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Harry, his nose began to throb lavishly.
"Oh," Harry said, lumpily. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Draco said and caught Harry by his eye. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Harry said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like an extended metaphor that uses a great deal of prose to say very little.
From behind a basket, Mary Sue Tree watched with a shiny light in her enseemed eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Draco/Harry". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the lion from extinction.
But wait...there's more!
Exanimate Love
Draco finished packing. Ever since Harry, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Draco had been enseemed.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing praised him, all was deciduous. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the sofa to become a sumptuous tree.
Just then, there was a supple knock at the door. Draco opened it and stood there throatily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his elbow.
When Draco came to, Harry was holding his nose and looking beastly. "My love," Harry said lavishly, "I'm sorry for the exquisite shock. I've been shipwrecked on a thorough island for the last ten years, living like an extended metaphor that uses a great deal of prose to say very little. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my eye in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Draco could hardly believe his Harry had returned. "I will always love you, eye or no eye. Besides, you can cover it up with a basket."
They embraced lumpily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was shiny.
Hee hee!
But where can I make my own drabbles, you plea? Why, here of course: http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/
