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Harry Potter Non-Canon Ships Comment Ficathon

THE RULES ARE THUS:

1. WHAT MAKES A NON-CANON SHIP? Anything that is not at least one-sided in the books. This means that Snape/Lily is canon, even if she may (or may not) have ever reciprocated. Bellatrix/Voldemort is canon. Lavendar/Ron is canon. Obviously everyone who's married and/or dates is canon. OBHWF is canon, Harry/Cho is canon. Ships that are not stated as fact in the books are not canon. That means UC ships are good, slash is good, femslash is good. For our purposes, we are not counting JKR's interviews as canon. That means that if you wanted to prompt, say, who knows, Hannah/Neville, you could, because it's not in the text itself.

2. You leave a comment with a pairing and a prompt. You respond to prompts that you like. Your prompt must pertain to a non-canon ship. You may specify a character within that ship if you want the fic written from that characters perspective. You may also specify a timeline if you'd like, or if you want it to take place in the movie!verse.

3. When writing fic, put in your title SHIP - TITLE OF FIC (rating optional). This will help us archive if we later archive things. I don't have time to archive anything right now, but if someone wants to volunteer, we can make that happen.

4. LEAVE FEEDBACK. Comments are the lifeblood of the internet.

5. NO WANK. I'll delete your ass. And we're dealing with ships and I am deletion happy, so watch yourself.

6. There will be spoilers for the movie all over this post, I am sure. You have been warned.

7. Promote this if you please. You can use this code:

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They're all uploaded to tinypic, so you can just copy/paste the source code:

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Have fun!

ETA:

effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!

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You died still a boy and you like to think that made you a man.

Cissy was your cousin, five, six, years older than you, and she liked to think that made her wise. It didn't. Maybe relative to you it did, because, Merlin, you were a sotted fool, weren't you? Pledging first your allegiance and then taking it back, taking it away once you realized what that expression "getting your hands dirty" really meant. Was it that you found it wrong, the idea of taking lives, or was it simply that you couldn't stomach it? Weak nerves and weak hands, and you never were as steady with your charms and hexes as your brother was (rest his soul, or go ahead, spit on his grave).

You liked the pretty things. You liked the things you felt you were expected to want. Your parents loved you for it, though perhaps out of simple virtue that you were not Sirius. You weren't Sirius.

That's what she said to you. You were sixteen and still a boy, long in the leg but still skinny and angry. "You aren't Sirius," she hissed against your mouth, and call it misplaced naivete, but you tried so hard not to understand what she was saying. You tried to be proud, you tried to say, "Mercifully so," with the right haughty blend of malice and malaise, but you failed, you were still a boy and she was a woman.

Did you want her then? Probably. She was such a pretty thing, and she still is now, though age has hardened her. You wouldn't like her as much now - you liked your diamonds freshly mined and still stinking of the earth they were taken from, not frozen over with time and use.

You two could have made quite the pair - sullenness wore you both well, the two of you half-enamoured with ideas but never their execution. That's why she married Lucius. Lucius and his cane, his black gloves and his obvious executioner's smile, sharp as the curve of a silver blade.

Is that why you did what you did? Sixteen years old and you pushed your skinny body against her own and thought you could take what you wanted. And you did. You pressed your mouth to hers, your mouth so unlike her husband's, a mouth young and inexperienced but not nervous, never nervous, but neither sure. She did not kiss you back, but she did not push you away. She took you in, an acceptance with a catch, but you didn't know what it was she wanted from you and you never bothered to ask. You never bothered to check these things, these people, you signed your name to, and you never would learn.

Sixteen years old and the Dark Mark had long been burned into your arm; you scraped your hands down her pale arms and made her know what your tongue against hers felt like. Eighteen years old and you were digging your own grave and then lying in it.

You never did find out what she wanted from you. You think - sixteen years old and in the foyer of your mother's house - you might have made her gasp.

One keen nip, and Daphne pulled off. She tamed her breath so she could speak and not pant like a common whore. "Astoria's got it wrong. You've got it wrong," she said, looking into the blackness of Draco's eyes. "You bloody idiot."

Draco seemed fixated on her lower lip, which felt wet. He glanced up and shook his head. The grip of his hands on her upper-arms (Daphne didn't recall that happening) loosened. He took a step back.

"I need to go," he said. "Will you explain things to Astoria?"

Without waiting for her answer Draco Disapparated, and she stood glowering at a very pretty wall.

"You bloody idiot," Daphne said.

---

She missed the days when she'd startle Draco by sneaking up behind him. At the sound of her voice, his back remained still and he didn't even look over his shoulder. Tragic, this turn of events. Had Draco already bored of her?

"What are you doing here, Daffy?" he asked. Daphne strolled to the head of the room and smirked when she could face him.

"To give my warmest felicitations, of course, brother dear," she purred. "My, you're ravishing in those dress robes. Do you need help fixing that bow-tie?"

"No," said Draco with a glare, and the tie instantly tied and straighted itself. Daphne sighed and pouted.

"Ogre," she said carelessly. "Go ahead. Spoil my fun on the worst day of my life. My heart feels like it's been Crucio'd a thousand times today. There's no reason you shouldn't take a turn yourself."

Draco rolled his eyes. He'd grown bolder around her. Maybe he really did think of her as his sister -- what a naughty idea. "Don't be so melodramatic, Greengrass," he snapped. "It doesn't suit you."

"Didn't like that Crucio line, eh? I'd filched it from one of Daddy's poems. Thought I'd give it a whirl."

"Pardon my French, but you're being unexpectedly laissez-faire about all this," said Draco after a pregnant pause. "Almost too much so."

"I use wit to mask the tears," said Daphne, smiling. She slid her fingers under the tie's band around Draco's throat. "Astoria's so giddy, Mother had to cast a spell on her so she wouldn't smile so fucking much during the ceremony."

"I empathize," said Draco dryly. He tugged her fingers free and kissed the tips. "I'll miss you, Daffy. When I'm honeymooning."

"Of course," mocked Daphne. "Send me a postcard, hmm?"

Draco refused a reply but held her for some minutes that stretched into eons and compressed into seconds. He withdrew first. "I should leave now."

"As should I," Daphne said. "Hurry now. The groom shouldn't keep the bride waiting at the altar."

He smiled shortly at her and hastened to the door. Everyone was waiting. It really promised to be a magnificent ceremony.

She stopped him. Just one more second. "Draco. You know, if you wanted me... you could have asked."

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This is perfect and exactly what I wanted.

Thank you. ♥

Thank you! It had to be written, and so I succumbed even though it's nearly 3 in the morning! :D

YES

i ship this pretty hard ngl

in the rear

♥

i can see why you would.

you've ~shown me the light.

i've thought about writing a lengthy fic in which it goes on for years long after she marries vernon and is 'caring' for harry

petunia is fascinating to me

yes. yes. i would totally support this. :D :D

Things would have been much easier if you could actually control whom you loved.

At least, that’s what Hermione kept telling herself. She hated that this was happening, but she had ignored her heart for too long. Her heart, which had always told her that, although she did love Ron—really, she did—it just wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same kind of love as—

Sure, she had acknowledged these feelings, once upon a time. Unfortunately, he had never reciprocated them, until now. Now, at the worst possible time, when it would most hurt the others they loved.

“I don’t fathom you could have realized you felt this way seven years ago?” she asked him wryly.

“Seven years ago, I hadn’t grown up emotionally yet, Hermione.”

“I believe I noticed that, Harry. Your timing is remarkably dismal, is all I’m saying. I mean, I’m with—and you, you’re with—“ She couldn’t even say their names aloud. It made this inevitable betrayal all the more palpable and real in her heart, her mind, and her soul.

“I know. But things have changed. I don’t know when they changed for me, not exactly, but I do know that lately, things have been unbearable. She doesn’t understand, Hermione. You know she doesn’t. She wasn’t there. You were. You get it, you understand more than anyone—because you were there for every step!” He pauses, as if he’s drained from letting out all of this emotion—and perhaps he is.

It’s not that your lives haven’t improved since The End—they have. But even five years after the fact, there are certain things that you know you can only share with each other. And the strains that have appeared in the duration since, have made confiding in one another near impossible; it’s as if people expected things to solve themselves—in the emotional sense, at least.

But the two of you are fed up, and as much as it hurts to leave it all behind—you know that for now, it’s what is necessary. It’s what has to happen if you’re to stay sane.

All that matters is that you have each other—forever.

love this prompt!

*wipes tear*
that last line is beautiful. i think you've stolen my heart. might i get it back, just once and a while? maybe just wednesdays?

this is absolutely terrifying.
(it's like a car accident, i'll probably look back to see if it gets filled :X )

neville/luna, you think your pains and heartbreaks are unprecedented in the history of the world...

Thank you! Cat People is on my mind a lot these days. (Also, green eyes.)

Yay, a Waifs fan, yay! Flesh and Blood's my favourite song. So creepy. Well, that and Sad Sailor Song.

Wow, thank you! I love the title, love that it's second person, love that Regulus loved pretty things and fresh diamonds and I love all the tongues and all the graves.

Harry/Hermione
the only thing that i ask
love me mercilessly

Mm, thank you! I cannot shake the idea of Cho listening to punk.

Remus/Sirius, you never give me your money | you only give me your funny paper

Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott - i'm tired of being dead when i want to be alive, tired of playing games and trading names and smiling when i want to be crucified

Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley - does your mother know you're out? does she know you're here with me, under my skin and between my sheets?

i'm eying this; i have a draft but i want to sleep on it :]

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