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Round 3, Challenge 11: Voting

Below the cuts are the drabbles and poll for Round 3, Challenge 11 of rwhg_ldws

For the final week I asked the participants to provide a prompt and then write a drabble for both prompts submitted. The two prompts were Quidditch and Defining Moment. The Quidditch Drabbles are posted first and the Defining Moment drabbles second.

• Please mark the drabbles out of 10 using the poll below.
Participants may not vote in the final round.
• Please mark ALL of the drabbles. If you don't, none of your scores will count.
• The order of the drabbles random.

Feedback is welcome, just no flaming, bitching or the such. I'll be having words if there is. *looks menacing*

Challenge 11: Drabbles

Quidditch

Drabble 1
Title: Play-by-Play
Rating: R for painfully obvious innuendo
Word Count: 500

"Seriously, one game with my Woollongong Shimmy, and she was completely..." Five years out of school and Seamus was still telling his bloody stories like we were back in the dorm. "She pulled a perfect Starfish and Stick maneuver."

"Quiddich again?" Hermione batted Neville's feet from the low table by the sofa. Glad to see someone besides me get in trouble for that one, at any rate. "Do you lot ever talk about anything else?"

"Nothing but, Mrs. Weasley!" Seamus gave her a wink that I could only call wankeriffic, and my gorgeous new wife answered him with an eyeroll that I swear I could hear. "Twas a great game!" He went on, "Scored in all three hoops, the lads know what I mean!"

"Bloody Hell, Seamus," Neville said, as Hermione headed off to her study, "a troll would know what you mean!"

"Relax, Longbottom. You'll get on the pitch one of these days!" Neville opened his mouth to reply and then thought better of it and clammed up. Just as well, nobody was going to out-talk Finnegan tonight.

"Did I tell you I ran in to Parv and Padma the other day? Tried to see if they'd be up for a go, you know, practice their execution of the Dopplebeater Defence and all..."

"We all know you're a Beater, Seamus." Hermione strolled by with a bit of bedtime reading. For her, this means six books, each roughly the size of three normal-people books. Mental, that one.

"She makes an excellent point, Finnegan." Neville laughed into his drink.

"Churrup, you. You just wish you had me skills on the pitch!"

"Eurgh, alright, I'm off to bed, Goodnight!" Hermione dropped me a kiss and headed up the stairs. Fortunately, the blokes took the hint and started towards the door themselves.

"I'm telling you, perfect your Woollongong Shimmy," Seamus waggled his hips like some kind of manticore with indigestion. "And you'll be called up for every match!"

"Good NIGHT, Seamus," I gave him a shove out the door for good measure. "Bloody tosser."

"See you at Harry's next week, Ron?" Neville asked as he buttoned his coat.

"Absolutely, mate, see you then!"

Once they were finally gone, I wasted no time in getting upstairs and into bed. Hermione didn't even look up from her book as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You are aware," she used that prim little voice of hers...the one that only I know isn't prim at all. "That I know that conversation had nothing to do with Quiddich." I had to laugh. Brilliant, that one.

"Broke Seamus' masterful code, did you? As if anyone could fool you." And then, just to keep her guessing, I dove under the covers as fast as I could.

"Ron! What on Earth are you..."

"Wronski Feint!" I called, and then I was a bit busy for any more conversation. If you know what I mean.

Woollongong Shimmy, my arse.




Drabble 2
Title: The World Cup
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500

"What the... blatant Stooging," Ron spluttered, waving both hands at the screen.

"They don't have Stooging in football, Daddy," Hugo explained patiently. "You can have as many players in the... scoring area as you like."

"How is the Keeper supposed to block all of them?" Ron demanded. "With them bearing down on him like that, he'll end up Flacking, whether he wants to, or not."

"Um, as long as the ball doesn't cross the line, I suppose he can punch it away, from inside the net," Hugo said, frowning slightly.

"Poor bugger..."

"Ron," Hermione said automatically, without looking up from the parchment scroll she was reading.

"...bastard..."

Hermione tutted.

"Poor baby doesn't stand a chance," Ron muttered.

"Well, no," Hugo said, "because none of those players can be any further forward than the last defender... Beater... or they're offside."

Ron grunted.

"There's Quidditch on the wireless, later," he offered. "Spain Peru."

"I want to watch the football," Hugo said, bottom lip jutting mutinously.

"It's the World Cup," Ron said temptingly.

"It's the World Cup, too," Hugo said, "and all my friends are watching it and it's in Milton Keynes."

"Milton Keynes?" Ron scoffed. "A town populated with concrete cows, that..."

"Ron," Hermione interrupted. "Let him watch the football."

"It's the Quidditch World Cup semi finals," Ron protested.

"And Hugo is at primary school with Muggles, and the Muggles are rather excited that England is staging the World Cup, for the first time since 1966," Ron shrugged a petulant shoulder, "which you know, full well, because as Deputy Chief Auror I know you have been involved with the increased security needed."

"How can he care more about football than Quidditch," Ron complained, leaving his son on the couch and going to sit beside his wife, who finally put down her scroll and looked at his woebegone face.

"He's ten," she said, "and his friends are Muggles."

"His cousins are all Quidditch mad," Ron muttered.

"Next time," Hermione said, patting his hand. "Promise to take him to Norway for the 2022, and he'll be Quidditch mad."

"Hmmm," Ron said. "'Spose. I just wanted to do something together."

"The Muggles are rather excited that England is staging the World Cup," Hermione said significantly, "which you know, full well, because as Deputy Chief Auror I know you have been involved with the increased security needed."

"I... could get tickets to a football game, I suppose," Ron said slowly, "and take him?"

"That would be a lovely idea," Hermione said.

"Hugo," Ron called. "How would you like to go to a match?"

"I don't like Quidditch," Hugo muttered.

"A... football match," Ron said, "and maybe take one of your friends? I can get tickets through work."

"To the football?" Hugo breathed, turning away from the telly. "Daddy, that would be fantastic."

"It's a deal," Ron said, brightening notably.

He grinned at his wife.

"Very good," she said, "And I know how much you prefer Quidditch, so how about I let you into my scoring area?"




Defining Moment

Drabble 1
Title: The Moment
Rating: PG-13 for smooching
Word Count: 489

This was the moment.

The last few months had been hard on us, Ron and I. Same old song, really, he'd been having a rough go of it, I got hacked off, and we just...well, kept some distance. It was rather convenient to have so many more important things to think about, we could focus on larger concerns and ignore the way we were feeling. At least, the way I wanted to believe we were feeling. So many things had happened to shake my confidence...I just hadn't want to consider our relationship too closely, for fear of what I might see.

But then, in the midst of smoke and noise and utter chaos, there he was, fretting for those who were weaker, more vulnerable. Ron's huge heart was focused outward, his open face and clear voice radiating strength and concern, and....damn. Now, I ask you, how on earth is a woman supposed to resist that?

I flung myself at him then, kissing him with all my might. He was startled at first, and staggered a bit on his feet, but, soon enough, he responded with all the enthusiasm I had hoped for, and more. We stood like that for a bit, my feet barely touching the ground, both literally and metaphorically, until an impatient voice shattered our little bubble.

"Is this the moment?"

It was, it really was. Ron kissed me harder then, as if he could read my thoughts. This was our moment. Our closeness had grown over the years, building since we were children. Where we had been, where we were now, where we were going -- it was all perfectly captured in this one beautiful, messy moment.

"Oi!" We broke apart, then, knowing that that voice meant business.

"Do you suppose you could just, I don't know....hold it in? At least until we get Hugo sorted on the train?" Rose was glaring at us, a rather comical-looking mixture of my own youthful impatience and her father's teenage embarrassment.

"Yes, Miss Rosie, Princess of the Posies," Ron teased her with the name she had demanded we use when she was three, and she blushed and harumphed in a most satisfying way. I could see, though, that his own ears had grown quite red, as well, and it made me smile. No matter how many years went by, no matter what joys and sorrows came our way, that rather endearing blush made me feel like I was an excited schoolgirl, myself.

The children climbed on the Express, then, with waves and kisses and exasperated sighs at my reminders to stay warm and study hard. The train pulled away all too soon, leaving us alone for the first time since Rosie was born so many years ago. Ron wrapped his arms around me as other parents pushed their way off the platform.

"This is our moment," I whispered.

"It is," he agreed.




Drabble 2
Title: Defining Moment
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 491

Moment : (physics) the tendency of a force to twist or rotate an object.

I read Cinderella.

I'm a grown man, so that's not something I would usually do, but Hermione and I were arguing about relationships - something that I would very much usually do - and she got all eye flashing and chest heaving about The Warlock's Hairy Heart, and how if that is my idea of a romantic relationship, then she can see where we are going to have problems.

I defended myself, of course, and said that, of course, having a heart that is shrivelled and covered in hair is not my idea of a romantic relationship, and I don't want a romantic relationship, anyway, I want her.

Which I thought was pretty suave, but she didn't speak to me for three days.

And then she gave me a book of Muggle Fairytales.

And they were soppy as fuck.

I stomped downstairs to Ginny's room and turfed Ginny out and threw the book down dramatically on the bed.

"I can't give you this," I said.

"The book?" Hermione asked, picking up the book and holding it to her chest, which I hate, because then her chest can't heave during an argument.

"No," I said, "what's in the book. I'm not a prince on a shiny horse who will carry you off to his castle and live you happily ever after."

"That's not what I want," she protested.

"It's what you think of as a 'romantic relationship'."

"No, I don't," she said. "They are utterly over the top, especially romantically, but I wanted you to read them, because they are in stark contrast to the romantic stories you were brought up on."

"Mine're closer to real life," I said.

"Closer to real life?" she asked faintly. "Cutting both of their hearts out and dying with one in each hand?"

"They're... complicated stories," I said. "They're full of people who suffer and make mistakes and keep trying. Yours are just... straight lines."

"What?" she asked.

"Straight lines," I repeated, with a dramatic sweep of an arm. "One force pushes the couple apart, and then that is sorted out and they are pushed back together, bang, and live happily ever after. That's not what I want."

"You don't want us to live happily ever after?" she asked, in a hurt voice.

"I want to eventually... look back and have lived happily ever after," I said slowly, "but, on the way, I want complications. Look at how we've always been? Nothing simple. Forces... twisting things up and pushing us apart, but we come back together even closer, and the twisting lets us... see what the other one sees. That's real life. That's us."

"That's us," she echoed.

"I like a bit of excitement." I shrugged.

"So do I," she said. "I want to be twisted up in you."

"And none of this romance nonsense," I said sternly. "Crystal slippers, my arse."




Challenge 11: Voting

Poll #1577030 Round 3, Challenge 11: Voting
This poll is closed.

Quidditch - Drabble 1

Mean: 7.93 Median: 8 Std. Dev 1.75
1
0(0.0%)
2
0(0.0%)
3
0(0.0%)
4
1(3.6%)
5
4(14.3%)
6
1(3.6%)
7
2(7.1%)
8
7(25.0%)
9
8(28.6%)
10
5(17.9%)

Quidditch - Drabble 2

Mean: 8.04 Median: 8 Std. Dev 1.55
1
0(0.0%)
2
0(0.0%)
3
0(0.0%)
4
0(0.0%)
5
1(3.6%)
6
5(17.9%)
7
5(17.9%)
8
5(17.9%)
9
5(17.9%)
10
7(25.0%)

Defining Moment - Drabble 1

Mean: 7.68 Median: 8 Std. Dev 1.69
1
0(0.0%)
2
0(0.0%)
3
1(3.6%)
4
2(7.1%)
5
0(0.0%)
6
1(3.6%)
7
6(21.4%)
8
8(28.6%)
9
8(28.6%)
10
2(7.1%)

Defining Moment - Drabble 2

Mean: 8.96 Median: 9.5 Std. Dev 1.35
1
0(0.0%)
2
0(0.0%)
3
0(0.0%)
4
0(0.0%)
5
1(3.6%)
6
1(3.6%)
7
2(7.1%)
8
4(14.3%)
9
6(21.4%)
10
14(50.0%)

Tags: challenge 11, challenge: voting, round: 3
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