6AN: This is my response to of the Earth. 's 100 word challenge
Basically I'm going to write 100 drabbles (if I can ever find the motivation to finish them ;-)) and post them here for all to read and (hopefully) enjoy.
I think I'll post them in lots of 10 so 10 drabbles per chapter. That way it won't get to be such a massive story thing :-D
Thanks for reading and reviewing! :-)
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1. Dream
Hermione rolled over in bed, eyes still closed and her dream still vivid in her mind's eye.
It had been a wonderful dream; two bright-eyed children had danced around her.
"Good morning."
She opened her eyes to see Ron smiling softly at her.
"I had the most fantastic dream." She reached over to stroke his cheek just as a small figure landed in between them.
"Mummy!" Another figure landed behind it.
Suddenly there were two pairs of blue eyes peering down at her from faces framed with red hair and set with large grins.
"Good morning Rose. Good morning Hugo."
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2. Make-up
Rose brushed a smudge of the make-up onto her cheek and inspected the results in the bathroom mirror.
Just as she'd expected, it didn't work.
"Rose? What're you doing?"
Rose spun around. She felt her ears grow hot as her mother observed her failed attempt at beautification from the bathroom doorway.
"Why're you wearing make-up, sweetie?"
"To make me pretty," Rose mumbled, turning back to the mirror and wiping the make-up off with her hands.
And then her mother was looking into the mirror beside her.
"Rose, you are the most beautiful girl on this Earth," Hermione murmured.
Rose smiled.
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3. Dye
"What's that you've got?" Hermione asked cautiously as she approached the Weasley twins who were hurrying down the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room.
"Permanent hair-colouring dye!" Fred beamed and George nodded enthusiastically.
"This stuff should make a killing! It's bright pink too!"
Hermione sighed. "Just be careful with it, okay? No pink first years."
"Sure thing, Hermione," George agreed, tossing the vial into the air. It landed with a tingling noise on the floor, smashed and spreading.
Mrs Norris chose that moment to go skidding down the passageway and fall into the mess.
"Oh Merlin!" they groaned in synchronisation.
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4. Pretty
Draco hummed impatiently, head switching from side to side as he squinted into the dark, after the most recent departing carriage and the next arriving one.
"Woah," breathed Vincent.
"What is it?" Draco snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Her," Gregory supplied.
Draco followed their gaze and suddenly found his eyes settling on the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She turned and he scowled, ashamed that she'd attracted him with her long chocolate brown hair and new, more mature figure.
"I do believe," he said scornfully, "that Granger has become pretty."
Vincent and Gregory nodded dumbly in agreement.
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5. Temper
The door to the girls' dorm flew open, slamming heavily against the wall.
Hermione dropped the beaker she'd been measuring potion ingredients in over the side of her bed and it smashed with a loud tinkle on the floor.
"Argh!" yelled the new arrival, Ginny, her face bright red and her teeth gritted; sure signs of the famous Weasley temper.
Hermione watched in amusement as the youngest Weasley stomped to her bed and threw herself face-first down among the blankets.
"What is it, Gin?"
Ginny groaned angrily. "Ron!" She looked up, fury in her eyes: "He stole my favourite chair!"
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6. iPod
Hermione smiled grimly to herself. Even though she had been forced to share a carriage with the Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy, on the trip to the castle for their 6th and penultimate year, she at least had the iPod that her parents had purchased for her 16th birthday.
She had just settled down to listen to the soothing rhythms her mother had picked out when she felt eyes on her.
Malfoy was staring at the iPod suspiciously.
"It's an iPod, Malfoy," she told him, holding it up a little, "a Muggle music thing."
"I'd like one of those!" Crabbe whispered, excited.
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7. Scissors
Lily carefully lined the scissors up with the edge of the roll of wrapping paper she was cutting. Although there were several spells and charms that could easily have done the cutting for her, she found that doing it the Muggle way was much more rewarding.
She eased the blades down onto the paper and was just about to cut when-
"Hey, Lily!"
She missed and the scissors cut off the corner of the paper instead of making the neat line she wanted.
Lily spun around, furious. "James Potter! Now look what you've done!"
James grinned. "It's just paper, Lily."
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8. Holiday
"I think we should all go on a holiday," she said, "just you, me and Harry."
James paused in his reading of the Daily Prophet at the kitchen table.
Lily turned from the window where she'd been watching the neighbourhood children running up and down the footpath to face her husband. "Don't you think that would be a good idea?"
James grinned, "Yeah, sure! That'd be fantastic."
A small wail started from upstairs and Lily started towards it, unaware of the terrible happenings that were to follow.
She picked him up from his crib. "We're going on a holiday, Harry!"
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9. Present
"Hey, Hermione!"
Hermione paused then turned to face the beaming Weasley twin.
"Yes, Fred?"
He thrust out his hand and opened his palm to reveal a small box.
She eyed it but didn't accept.
"It's for you," he stated, pushing his hand further towards her.
"It's a prank," she disagreed and went to turn away again.
He grasped her arm and spun her around.
"It's not," he told her solemnly, "I swear."
She sighed then took and opened the box. It was empty.
She looked up, confused and suddenly Fred was kissing her.
"Do you understand now?"
"Yes," she whispered.
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10. Basketball
Harry stumbled down the stairs of the Burrow one summer morning to find Fred, George and Ron examining something over their breakfast quite earnestly.
"It's like a Quaffle but… not," Ron was muttering.
Harry joined them and peered over their shoulders at the foreign object.
"Why've you got a basketball?" he asked.
The boys looked up, shocked.
"You know this thing?" Fred blurted, holding out the ball.
Harry took it and confidently bounced it on the floor once then twice.
Ron gasped as it bounced back to him both times. "How'd you do that?"
Harry grinned. "It's a Muggle thing."