HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

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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.

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Comments

[poppypickle.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'd love to see something explore a world in which H/Hr give it a try but it just doesn't quite...work.

[sing-song-sung.livejournal.com]

Gah, so tempted.

[neverpretend.livejournal.com]

Ron/Luna - i knew nothing of romance but it was love at second sight

[downjune.livejournal.com]

George/Harry
Climb on to the top of this scummy water tower screamin'
I can't hardly wait

[gelsey.livejournal.com]

Blaise/Daphne or Draco/Daphne-- don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me

Feel free to have it be attempted seduction instead of a success, if you wish.

[eleusis-walks.livejournal.com]

James Potter/Narcissa Black - when i think that i'm over you, i'm overpowered

james/narcissa; turn me into somebody loved (1/3)

[starlitsonata.livejournal.com]

this took a ridiculously long time. and, um, first time writing these characters, so i'm sorry if it wasn't what you were looking for.

.

(it doesn’t matter anymore, really. they’ll never get it right.)

.

it starts when he mishears her name and calls her narcissist in fifth year. it shouldn’t matter much, really, except – except he is the boy with the bright eyes and the obnoxious mouth and she’s always had a thing for idiotic bastards. (or so bella had said; she’d held up the example of her first fling, then her second, and when cissy tells her of the reckless gryffindor, bella laughs until her stomach aches and tosses her an apple.)

and it escalates from there.

.

he has to look twice before he really sees her. and even then, they both just stare at each other, and at the hiding space they’ve both claimed as their own. he breaks first, “what are you doing here, black?”

she looks at him, then crosses her legs. her skirt rides up a little (okay, a lot) and james pretends not to notice. “sorry,” she says, “i don’t speak to blood traitors.” but the fight is gone from her voice and she’s thinking of war and the word pureblood and the name malfoy, so it does not come off as sharp as she means it to be. so when james sits down beside her, she is only a little surprised.

“great! i don’t speak to self-absorbed harpies, so it’s all good, then.”

her pale brows rise at the lame comeback, but she says nothing else.

.

she begins to take refuge in the little place she’s (shared with the potter boy) called her own when the word war lingers like smoke over their heads; she begins to take refuge in his lame jokes and brightbrightbright smile (and sometimes she thinks she’s in love with his smile, and this is preferable to the other option); she begins to take refuge in the way he’s stopped looking at her like she’s dirt and scum (and less-than-Evans) and started looking like her like the words gryffindor and slytherin don’t mean anything.

and he doesn’t listen a lot to her, only when it pertains to him, but she likes hearing his voice – likes hearing about something other than marriage.

it becomes a recurring incidence, her and james, in that little place she calls theirs. (narcissa refuses to call it a routine.)

.

“you know, when i said, ‘accio hottie,’ i didn’t expect it to work!”

pause. turn. startled choking noise.

“sh – didn’t know it was you, nar –”

“you must not be a muggle, because you cast a spell on me.”

eyebrows raise. challenging smirk.

“… would you like a butterbeer? it’s a portkey. next thing you know, we’ll be back at my place.”

“hmm, well, a couple nights with me and moaning myrtle will have to get a new nickname.”

surprised laughter. smile. repeat.

.

[sarahyyy.livejournal.com]

Draco/Hermione - Baby, it's cold outside

draco/hermione - i really can't stay

[shampayn.livejournal.com]

"I really can't stay."

The wind whistles as her hands fall from his robes, her breaths coming in clouds in the wintry air. The bridge's tunnel is dark but he can focus just fine. His icy fingers turn her face toward him.

"We should wait until the weather slows."

"I need to study," she says, stern as ever, but there's a glint in her eyes that makes his stomach turn and he pulls her in for another hard, rough kiss. Her mouth presses back into his and her fingers are latched onto his lapels again and his hips settle into hers. She moans softly, pawing at his shirt and burying her hands under his blazer as their tongues entwine and explore each other's mouths. The wind picks up, blowing their hair around one another's faces and Draco grips her waist tight, soaking up her warmth, revelling in the scent of her bushy curls.

"Draco," she says against his mouth, slowly moving her hands up to his face, "I really must go back, I've got pages of parchment..."

Pages of Weazelbee's parchment, more like, he thinks with disdain, frowning at her. She smiles faintly and pulls at his scarf, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear.

"I'll stay longer next time."

Draco cups her face, smoothing his thumb across her lips as he whispers back, "Do you promise?"

"I do," she says softly. She takes one of his hands and kisses his knuckles. "Library next time though. It's too cold outside."

[hyacinthian.livejournal.com]

Dean/Padma, and i am not a fighter but i will fight for you with everything i have

dean/padma - fight

[heron-advocate.livejournal.com]

Not sure if this is what you're looking for. It turned out a lot more Padma than Dean.

~

Padma had never truly understood what motivated people to fight as fiercely as they did until her seventh year. She'd joined Dumbledore's Army in fifth year because it was the right thing to do (and because of that awful Umbridge woman). But she'd never felt truly invested, not until now.

She wanted to explode with rage on an almost daily basis, and she might have, if she had not been smart enough to know that it wouldn't do any good. The thought that Dean was out there, being hunted like an animal, inspired emotions in her that she didn't know she was capable of having.

So she worked, for hours upon hours, perfecting every spell and charm and curse she knew, and learning several new ones - because she understood. She wanted to hurt them like they made her hurt every day, like they made her sister hurt. She wanted them to be afraid like Dean and all those like him, to suffer as they'd made the ones she loved suffer.

At the end, she fought as ferociously as anyone, as though her wand had become the conductor of all the pent-up rage she'd been nursing over the past year. When it was nearly over, she saw him finally, finally, and the rage inside her disappeared in an instant. He and Parvati were fighting off a pair of Death Eaters, and Padma knew in that moment that they wouldn't have to fight anymore.

She had never felt more relieved in her entire life.

[hyacinthian.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione, for this dance, we move with each other/there ain't no other step/than one foot/right in front of the other

[sans-grace.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione
heaven send hell away
no one sings like you anymore

[sans-grace.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione/Ron
i want to feel you from the inside..
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

[sj0126.livejournal.com]

Harry and Hermione

I believe in anything
That brings you back home to me

[phiso-kun.livejournal.com]

Claimed~! Though this might not come until around or after Friday. :(

[ever-neutral.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna, and your eyes were lined with questions, with blood rushing away, to take this feeling with us to our graves

[sans-grace.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione
amazing grace in here
i'd pay to have you near

[the-aprilpie.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione

If you listen
You'd hear the waves

Oh, we all forgot, dear
We can't forget, dear

[gladdecease]

Neville/Luna, a charmed Galleon warm in your palm

[fevervignettes.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna:
Whoa, what a ceiling!
All the angels cracked and peeling,
Revealing constellations,
One day you will name one,
After a boy you knew
When you were back in middle school
And engraved his name in love notes,
Everyone retained though,
In a box, behind your raincoats.

[merefish.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione:

Somehow, you're my only road home

[devilduckieee.livejournal.com]

Hermione/Luna
The price of all this vanity is getting way too high
The maintenance of my sanity is taking too much time
from 'Feathers' by Kidneythieves

Post Malfoy Manor preferably, but not essential.

with beings brighter than have been | luna/hermione | g

[immortality.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't be this easy, but it is, or at least it seems, when, in Shell Cottage, Luna climbs into bed with her, wrapping her arms around Hermione's waist and hugging her tightly. Normally Hermione would protest gently and try to wriggle free, because honestly, she likes Luna just fine, but she's not really this okay, generally speaking, with this sort of closeness. At least, not with Luna.

But it feels surprisingly nice and Luna is warm and soft and her hair is tickling Hermione's nose and it's just the first real moment of peace that Hermione's had in a long time, so she just sighs and lets herself be embraced.

How's your arm? Luna asks, after a while, pulling back so that she can look at Hermione's forearm, where there's still the bright scar of Mudblood written on her skin.

Better, Hermione tells her and flinches when Luna reaches out to stroke her fingers along it curiously; she'd half expected it to hurt, but of course, it doesn't. It just looks worse than it is, she says. It's going to take a bit of time to heal, I think; I mean, I'm not sure. It's not just a regular injury, you know?

Luna smiles, stares at her with wide, blue gray eyes that are soft, like dove feathers, almost. I think it's nice, she says, which is not at all what Hermione was expecting, but then again, it's still Luna, and she shouldn't be surprised.

It is nice, Luna says. It's sort of like a mark of bravery.

Hermione snorts.

No, really, Luna says, and reaches up and waves at the air above their heads. Sorry, she says, distracted. Wrackspurts.

Yes, Hermione both thinks and says. Of course.

They're more likely to show up around bedtime, you know, Luna tells her, temporarily distracted. That's why your brain gets all fuzzy just before you fall asleep. But really, she says, serious again. I think you're quite brave. And your scar, well, what it says isn't nice at all, but what it means is.

Hermione smiles, sighs, leans her head on Luna's shoulder. Thanks, she says, after several long moments.

Of course. Luna's hand slips down, finds Hermione's, intertwines their fingers. And it shouldn't be this easy to forget, at least for a moment, about everything that's going on right now -- Voldemort, the Horcruxes, her parents, and so much more that she can't even begin to list everything -- but it is. It is, with Luna's hand in hers, her thumb slowly stroking back and forth across the back of Hermione's hand.

Thanks, Hermione says again, after a long while. She's not even really sure what she's thanking Luna for, she just needs to say it. For some strange reason; she doesn't quite understand it. Her brain does feel a bit fuzzy; for one wild moment she entertains the idea that Luna may actually be right about wrackspurts and she grins, amused at herself.

What? Luna looks at her through hazy, half-closed eyes. What are you thinking about?

Nothing, Hermione says. Just, well. You.

Luna smiles sleepily at her. Good things, I hope, she murmurs and leans forward to press a kiss to Hermione's forehead, through her hair. Are you going to leave tomorrow?

And there she is, yanked right back into reality. Maybe. I don't know.

Well, we'll just stay like this for tonight then, Luna says. We can worry about tomorrow when it comes.


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Don't know if this is what you wanted, but it's what came to me when I read your prompt.

[graci-who.livejournal.com]

Severus/Bellatrix: She wasn't her, but he wasn't him.

[jacyevans.livejournal.com]

harry/hermione, too many years built into memories

[fallenmelody.livejournal.com]

so perfect! i might have to try writing something for this. :D

[eleusis-walks.livejournal.com]

Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy - don't you get off on it off on it off on it

[eleusis-walks.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione/Ron - strictly rolling v.i.p.

[miss-mady.livejournal.com]

harry/hermione - you know the summer always brought in that wild & reckless breeze

sand | harry/hermione

[bookworm-919.livejournal.com]

i haven't written any hp fanfiction in about 7 years. so I hope this is okay. and i deleted because i forgot to format it correctly.

i.
The year after all the tears and deaths and devastation, they decided to run away. And, yes, it may have been cowardly and so un-Gryffindor, but they couldn’t help it. They needed to get away, if only for a summer. It may have been too soon (Ron wasn’t pleased one bit and refused to go. But what else was new?) but it didn’t matter. They finally had time.

ii.
They’re on the sand, on a beach. They don’t know where, exactly; kind of just glanced at a map, pointed their wands and went. Not much clothes was packed, just a couple of essentials (they figured they could just buy what they needed. Besides, she was not high maintenance, after camping out in a tent for so long). On the sand, her hair spread out, and she’s smiling as the sun is setting in front of them, creeping slowly out of the horizon.

“You’re wonderful, y’know?”

He laughs, not really expecting it. “Hermione.”

iii.
She sits up, the wine bottle clutched in her hand. They’re drunk. Maybe. Maybe he’s not so drunk. Maybe he could see so very clearly what’s in front of him, with the breeze blowing through her hair now.

“No, stop it. Seriously, you are. You’re a lovely person, Harry Potter,” she says. Her eyes are shining, so unlike the hollow ones he had grown so accustomed to a year ago (It may have something to do with the alcohol coursing through her veins, but he likes to think she’s nearly back to her old self; the self that was vibrant and happy and not so haunted).

iv.
Leaning down, she stares at him. When he moves to sit up on his elbows, she doesn’t lean back (even though they’re faces are inches away from each other and they both have a pair of red-heads in the back of their minds but they don’t care, no, they don’t care) but instead keeps staring at him.

The breeze is picking up now and even though it’s summer and it’s meant to be hot (but it is England, after all), she’s wearing a dress. The strap is falling off her shoulder but she makes no move to push it back up.

Something’s shifting.

v.
“Hermione,” he says again, a murmur this time.

“Harry,” she breathes out and he can smell the wine on her lips (he vaguely wonders if he’d be able to taste it, as well). He sits up fully and now their foreheads are touching and as he reaches up to push the strap up he can hear her sharp breath. And when he takes her mouth in his (he can taste the sweetness, he discovers) he wonders when they’d become so reckless.

He finds that he doesn’t mind.

vi.
When they open their eyes, it’s night and the stars are twinkling above them. Their hands are intertwined, just like their bodies, and they’re still on the beach.

They have no images of redheads anymore. Just them, on the sand, on this summer night and they can’t help but think that everything is the way it should be. That everything is just right.

“Perfect.” It’s a whisper and he can’t be sure if he said it or if she did.

Either way, it’s the truth.

Their truth.

[miss-mady.livejournal.com]

harry/hermione - was i good to you, the wife of my youth

[sans-grace.livejournal.com]

the wife of my youth
Wow... thats pretty much them in a sentence. My mind's kind of blown.
If i had any talent, any at all, i'd be all over this. Alas, no.
I hope someone fills it.

[igrockspock.livejournal.com]

Snape/Narcissa

They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, —
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more