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Title: On The Battlefield
Pairing: Sirius Black/Marlene McKinnon
Rating: R
Word Count: 213
Prompt: The original Order of the Phoenix
Beta: Not Betaed
Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't expect from the rating.
Summary: It was horrible; each night more shameful than the one before.
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles. I can't believe I wrote Sirius Black... thought this day would never come, haha.

AND 04. Insides on 100_women

AND 70. Asparagus on 100_colours

There wasn’t really any spark between them. They didn’t get along, neither outside this room nor inside this bed. There was no chemistry. They didn’t understand each other at all.

Marlene and Sirius. Sirius and Marlene. Not even their names together had a nice ring. It sounded awkward. The letters stumbled against each other as they fell from anyone’s lips.

The sex was the same. Her nails hurt the skin of his back. His breath stank of the asparagus he had for dinner. Her moans were too theatrical for his taste. His thrusts were too fast and hard for her.

Sirius liked to bit on her nipples. Marlene punched him every time he tried to do it.

Marlene liked to boss him around in bed. Sirius pushed a pillow against her face to shut her up.

It was horrible; each night more shameful than the one before. But there was a war going on, and none of them could be too picky. So, they stopped touching as soon as it was over, trying to sleep in opposite sides of the bed, with their backs against the other, hoping next time they could be as in sync as they were on the battlefield -the only place Marlene and Sirius could actually understand each other.

Title: Surprendre
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Gabrielle Delacour, Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Rating: R
Word Count: 468
Prompt: What’s old is new again!
Beta: Not Betaed
Warnings: Super slightly dub-con at first. Unintended infidelity.
Summary: Bill tries to surprise his wife at the Masquerade Ball.
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles. I got all the French translations from

AND 95. Found on 100_women

AND 83. Purple on 100_colours

He finally found her. Bill had been looking for his wife since the beginning of the masquerade ball over an hour ago. Fleur had decided to wait for her sister and then meet Bill there. However, the minute Bill arrived the fancy location, he realised he wouldn’t be able to recognise his wife in between all the fancy masks.

Luckily, the image of a purple dress gown against the door of their bedroom came to his mind. And that’s when he found her. She was standing by herself a few meters from the large table full of food. She had a gold goblet of wine in her hand and her back was facing him. Bill took a deep breath, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife. Her bum looked perkier than ever and her waist thinner than he remembered, but Bill payed no mind. Fleur was a fashionista on the inside and knew the perfect clothes that would suit her already gorgeous body and enhance her magnificent assets.

Bill licked his lips in anticipation as he walked up to her, watching her silver blonde hair dance in waves down her back. His hands went immediately to her waist and he pressed himself against her back.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered huskily.

Her whole body tensed and the goblet dropped from her hands; the clash, muffled by the loud music around them.

Mon Dieu!” she exclaimed in a high pitched voice, turning her head towards him.

Before she could say anything else, Bill caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Her resistance amused Bill as he blindly guided her through the huge elegant curtains surrounding the room to a more isolated corner. Sometimes Fleur was too conservative for her own good, and Bill found enjoyment in prompting her to overcome that composure so characteristic of her.

When they stopped and his hands slid to her front, she finally surrendered to the kiss, opening her mouth when his tongue asked for entrance. His hands caressed the smooth material of her purple dress before sliding one of them through her cleavage. Her nipple hardened under his fingers in no time and she showed her pleasure moaning against his lips and rubbing her wonderful arse against his erection.

Bill almost forgot they were in public as his free hand pressed against her crotch over the delicate dress. She was already pressing herself against the palm of his hand when he heard Fleur’s voice.

“Bill! Iz that you, mon chéri?”

His blood ran cold through his veins. With his back still against the party, he quickly let go of the woman in his arms. He took a few steps back and looked in shock at the blonde panting in front of him.

“Ah, you found Gabrielle! Fantastique!”

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