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Round 1, Challenge 4: Voting

Round 1, Challenge 4: Voting

Below the cuts are the drabbles and the poll for the fourth challenge of rwhg_ldws.
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• Please mark each drabble out of 10
• If you are taking part Please do not vote for your own drabble. If you do I shall delete the score you give it from the final tally and making me do more maths than is absolutely necessary is just evil.
• The order of the drabbles is random.

Drabble 1
Author: risiepookie
Title: Unanticipated
Rating: PG-13
Words: 498
Author's Note (if any): None


I thought I had anticipated anything that could possibly happen. I’d read countless books, which Ron teased me unendingly about, and taken detailed notes. I’d asked practically every woman I knew about their experiences. I carefully observed and catalogued what my friends and sisters-in-law told me. I had a colour-coded chart which categorized typical changes, symptoms, and odd side-effects by month. I had contingencies and home remedies for nausea, “morning” sickness (a completely daft name made up by a man, no doubt), low energy, moodiness, and so on.

I wanted to think that I wouldn’t be moody or get bloated or eat any of the horrid things some women do when they’re pregnant. I was planning for a stress-free pregnancy with no surprises. I even told Ron that we were ready to expect the unexpected. He just laughed and kissed my cheek.

Was I ever wrong!

In my first trimester, I forbade Ron from eating fish or piccalilli or drinking fire whiskey in the house anymore. I was exhausted and any desire to have sex seemed to have died. Sure, I’d been fairly warned, but to not want sex at all? It seemed impossible. It seemed I was completely wrong though, because that’s exactly what happened.

I was already off to a less-than-thrilling start.

Ironically, my second trimester more than made up for our earlier dry spell. I must’ve worn Ron out with how many times I insisted that he shag me thoroughly. What I never could have anticipated was the tender way he placed his hand on my belly while we made love or the look of wonder on his face when he felt the baby kick the first time. Those surprises were much more enjoyable than my rapidly swelling ankles.

Though I’d resisted for 6 months, I started to crave the most bizarre food combinations. Dipping an apple into brown sauce or spreading marmite on Jaffa cakes seemed like a perfect solution to wanting vastly differing tastes at the same time. Ron looked horrified the first time it happened, but shrugged his shoulders and joined me. He was much more amused than I was by the entire situation.

What I couldn’t have anticipated was not being able to find exactly the right combination of foods to satisfy me, nor that said inability would reduce me to tears. I also couldn’t have anticipated that after waking up from my nap, Ron would have various jars of jellies and pickles, biscuits, sweets, chips, and juices sitting on the table. He eventually managed to find the exact flavour I’d somehow missed in my search.

After that day, I threw my charts in the bin. There wasn’t a way to plan for everything, but it didn’t matter- Ron made the unknown exciting.

The only thing I knew for certain was that if a pregnant woman asked for my advice in the future, I’d tell her to try snacking on cheese and chocolate and to wash it all down with Coke.


Drabble 2
Author: belladonna803
Title: New York Style Chocolate Cheesecake
Rating: R, for innuendo.
Words: 500
Author's Note (if any): None.

“Mmmm.”

Hermione was completely enthralled, watching as Ron's eyes slid closed. He let the chocolate creaminess roll around on his tongue, a look of utter bliss on his face.

“It isn't like any cheesecake I've ever tasted. New York, was it?”

Hermione nodded, too busy being all tingly to answer properly. Besides, she thought her bottom lip might be permanently tucked between her teeth. She was rather afraid of the sounds she might make if it became untucked. This was a pubic place, after all.

In their youth, watching Ron shovel food into his mouth from every angle, garbled speech forcing its way out of the cracks—it hadn't been pleasant. But now she found that she had to sit on her hands to keep from jumping up and Apparating them straight to her flat.

She glanced around the restaurant to see just how public it was, only to discover that she was not the only one enthralled with Ron. A brunette seated nearby was drinking a Coca-cola, but the straw was currently pulled free of its moorings, forgotten and stuck to her bottom lip as she stared unabashedly at Ron.

Upon spotting Hermione, the brunette's seatmate elbowed her in the ribs, and the 'spell' was broken. Hermione quickly turned back to find Ron holding a cheesecake-laden fork in front of her nose.

Hermione shook her head again, her teeth releasing their prisoner. “Full. You enjoy it.” Her voice sounded strained to her ears, but Ron didn't seem to notice. Instead, he continued his slow, meticulous appreciation of the confection in front of him.

She couldn't help it—her mind wandered to what else he could be slowly, meticulously appreciating, if they could only get back to her flat.

A corner of Hermione's mouth turned upwards as she thought about when they had first become lovers. It had amazed him to discover that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“But I'm all arms and legs! I'm covered in freckles, my hair's orange, for Merlin's sake, and look at me,” he said, lifting his shirt, “I'm skin and bones!”

She had stepped forwards and framed his hipbones with her hands. “I know,” she'd said, and she'd finally seen in his eyes that he got it.

His clattering fork brought her back to the present. The plate was clean, except for a small bit of chocolate near her hand. She swiped her finger in it and lifted it to her mouth, but Ron grabbed her wrist.

“Hey,” he said teasingly, “You said you didn't want any.”

He pulled her finger into his mouth and lapped the chocolate away, his tongue gliding thoroughly around for the last drop.

Throwing a wad of who knew how much money on the table, Hermione grabbed a handful of his shirt and vaulted from her seat.

“Home. Now,” she said over her shoulder.

She could feel his low, sexy chuckle on the backs of her fingers.


Drabble 3
Author: mugglemama
Title: Chalk and Cheese
Rating: PG
Words: 500 exactly
Author's Note (if any): Chocolate and Cheese and Coke, oh my! Thanks to the lovely Miss D for your help!

My breathing slowly calmed as my anger subsided. Ron’s large hand circling my back had a strangely hypnotic effect on me. The strong glass of rum and Coke he had prepared for me was helping too. I normally complained about the excessive amounts of alcohol and sugary drinks he and Harry kept at their new flat, but now I was most grateful for their presence.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked once I’d calmed down enough to speak coherently, his thumb rubbing gently on the area where my shirt had ridden up, sending tingles along my flesh.

“It’s Mother - she’s being so damn difficult!”

“Must be bad, for the use of such language.” He gave me a wry smile.

“Prat,” I hissed. Burrowing into his shoulder I continued, “She doesn’t understand ... us. She’s worried because she thinks we’re too different. ‘As different as chalk and cheese’ she said.”

Clearing his throat, he asked nervously, “Doesn’t she approve? Of me, I mean. I know I’m nothing much ...”

“Mother adores you ... so do I,” I gave a quick kiss to his jaw. “She says she’s concerned about our long-term compatibility. I guess she's always seen me with someone more-”

“Muggle,” he interrupted.

“I was going to say academic.”

I pulled back to look at him - earnest blue eyes staring at me intensely, his hair a delightful blend of red and gold begging to be touched, his gorgeous full lips mine for the taking - which I did.

Once we pulled apart I said, “Never say you’re ‘nothing’ Ron - you’re everything, that’s the problem.”

“She thinks we’re too young to be so ... sure,” I explained. “She worries our relationship isn’t based on ‘a sensible view of reality’,” I said, mocking Mother’s tone.

Ron snorted at this but let me continue. “She thinks since we’re only nineteen, what we feel can’t be ‘real.' She’s always going on about what it was like for her at my age and how she ‘thought’ she was in love. I keep trying to explain it to her, but she doesn’t understand.”

“Reckon you can’t really explain it to her. She can’t understand how everything we’ve been through to get ... here,” he gave me a comforting squeeze, “makes us work - despite our differences. We’re the only ones who’ve lived it, so we’re the only ones who can truly get it.”

He reached over to the table and opened up a Chocolate Frog - that’s my Ron, always sweets within reach. He caught the confectionary amphibian and graciously offered half to me.

His brows furrowed in contemplation, he finally said, “It’s like trying to teach the taste of chocolate to someone who’s never had any - can’t be explained - just something you have to experience yourself.”

I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled him to me. “Mmmm, I like the taste of chocolate,” I noted once my lips were free.

Trailing kisses down my neck, he murmured, “Me too ... much better than chalk and cheese.”


Drabble 4
Author: ktmarsh
Title: March 1, 2011
Rating: PG
Words: 438
Author's Note (if any): Mmmmm, chocolate.

“Have fun and be good,” Hermione said as she kissed the top of Rose’s red wild curls, then Hugo’s head as she hugged both of them. “Don’t give your grandparents too much trouble.”

“We won’t” her precocious daughter responded smiling just like her father.

Hermione kissed her children one last time and then let them go. “Thanks, Molly,” she said and then hugged her mother-in-law.

“Tell Ron Happy Birthday for me,” Molly said as she threw floo powder into the fireplace. She gently grasped the hands of her two grandchildren and stepped into the fireplace.

“The Burrow” Rose yelled, a bit too enthusiastically, and Hermione watched them all disappear in green flame.

The house finally quiet, Hermione took one last tour making sure everything was in tiptop shape. She had a special celebration planned for Ron’s birthday. With the help of the family and friends, Ron was expecting to have all of his friends over, but in actuality Hermione had planned a “reverse surprise party” - a private night planned for just the two of them. After all, one’s husband only turns 30 once.

Hermione wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but once she got started, she couldn’t stop. She created a five-course meal with each course having chocolate somewhere in the recipe. She bought some chocolate massage oil and even so far as bought chocolate colored lingerie. Having “appreciated” Ron’s love of chocolate over the years, she felt the best way to celebrate such a momentous birthday was to spoil him with it.

With 20 minutes left before Harry dropped off Ron, Hermione made her way to their bedroom to change. She showered and lathered herself with a lotion that smelled of fresh baked chocolate brownies. She lifted the silky lace of the chocolate lingerie that didn’t leave much to the imagination and slid it onto her skin. The effect was perfect – she looked and smelled like chocolate. Hermione giggled to herself as Ron did not know what was coming to him. She put on her flirty black dress that Ron loved and finger brushed her curls, leaving them free and wild just as Ron liked.

The “whoosh” of the fireplace caught her attention and Hermione walked into the sitting room.

“Wow, look at you,” Ron said gaping at his wife.

“Happy Birthday,” Hermione said as she circled her arms around his neck and gave him a light kiss.

Ron pulled back briefly and sniffed the air. A huge lopsided grin spread slowly across his face. “Mmmmm, you smell like chocolate.”

“Happy Birthday,” Hermione said again as a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face.


Drabble 5
Author: shocolate
Title: Deliberation
Rating: PG-13
Words: 230
Author's Note (if any): at Shell Cottage…

The look on his face.

I know he loves his food, and we were a long time in that tent, living on mushrooms and berries, but has no one else noticed the look on his face?

I tear my eyes from his lips long enough to glance around the room, but no one else is looking at him. Bill and Harry are talking earnestly to Remus, Fleur is eavesdropping on Dean and Luna and looking confused.

Ron.

Ron is eating chocolate.

His eyelids droop over glazed blue eyes and he licks it off his fingers and I am going to stride over there and rip his clothes off and sink my teeth into his collar bone.

The look on his face.

Surely he's doing it on purpose?

It's a… a sex face.

He couldn't look any more blissful if he was climaxing, and god I want to know what he looks like when he's climaxing.

His tongue runs over his lips, relishing the taste, before he sighs and sits up and looks down his body, licking a fingertip and using the damp pad to pick the chocolate crumbs off his chest, his thigh and transfer them to his mouth.

Groin.

He is running his fingers between his legs, searching for the last fragments of chocolate.

I squirm in my seat, before blinking and shaking myself.

And handing him another bar.


Drabble 6
Author: da_angel729
Title: The Night Before
Rating: PG
Words: 500
Author's Note (if any): Feedback and con crit appreciated!

A chocolate wedding cake was chasing me when I jerked awake to the pounding of my front door. Sitting up, I glanced around the room. Ginny was sprawled across the couch, and Luna was curled into the chair, looking as if she slept in one every night.

The pounding grew louder, and I heard, "Hermione, dear, we only have four hours!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, here to help prepare for my wedding. The dress was hanging over the door to my bedroom, still in the dressmaker's bag, and the bouquets were sitting on the kitchen table, Freshness Charms placed on them.

"Is that today?" I mumbled to myself, rubbing my hands over my face, and dragged myself off the floor and opened the door.

"Mrs. Weasley," I greeted her. "Come in. I just woke up."

I could see her eyes glance over the empty trays, with cracker, cheese, and chocolate wrappers strewn all over the living room table. And the wine and Coke bottles, lined in neat rows next to the food. She looked at me, and I just shrugged.

"It was Ginny's idea," I said, and walked toward the kitchen to turn on the kettle.

I heard Ginny mumble and Luna cheerfully answer the "good morning" and in a few minutes I had coffee prepared.

"We'll get Hermione ready first, and then you girls," Mrs. Weasley said as we all sat in the living room.

My head was still pounding and the last thing I wanted to do was get dressed. I think Ginny knew what I was feeling because she hurriedly said, "Luna and I will get ready first, and then we can concentrate on Hermione."

"Fine," Mrs. Weasley said. "But we don't have much time."

"Yes, Mum." Ginny took her coffee to the shower, still wincing slightly at the bright light.

"Mrs. Weasley?"

"Hermione, dear, it's Molly," she said. She'd been trying to get me to call her Molly since Ron and I had gotten engaged.

"Molly," I said hesitantly, "I'm not sure I'm ready for this."

She laughed. "Every bride says that, Hermione, and every groom. Ron's probably saying the same thing over at Harry's right now."

"Really?" I wasn't sure I believed her. Ron seemed convinced it was the right decision, but what if it was too soon? I'd barely started at the Ministry, and Ron was helping George at the store in addition to Auror training, and we'd only been engaged for a year, and…

"Hermione," she said patiently, "you love Ron. Ron loves you. Everything else will work out."

Right. I was getting married today. To Ron, the man I loved. There was nothing to worry about.

Except that we'd gone through two bags of chocolates, two tins of biscuits, an entire package of cheese, and three bottles of wine last night. I hadn't looked in the mirror yet but wasn't sure I wanted to. It was sure to be disastrous.

"Molly," I began, "I think I'm going to need a Glamour Charm."


Drabble 7
Author: maybe1ce
Title: Colour Code
Rating: G
Words: 495
Author's Note (if any): Special Thanks to Undercloakkept for mad skillz in the fine arts of beta-ing and crisis management.



You know they think it makes you uptight. But, honestly? They're wrong.

It's all quite soothing, actually, the neat, colour coded lists of tasks offering a welcome sense of control. And, in these days following the war, control is what you need the most.

If you focus on the details of funeral arrangements (red for Fred, pink for Tonks and Lupin), you can stop thinking about the cries of mothers robbed of babies and babies robbed of mothers, and the newly horrible smell of fresh dirt and lilies.

If you get your childhood home in order (Mum and Dad, you write in green), you can concentrate on stocking the fridge with Mum's special cheese and Dad's favorite Cherry Cokes ("I'll brush right after!" he'd always promise), you can stop worrying if they will ever forgive you for how you sent them away.

The steady thrum of organization and activity makes it especially hard to pause for memories of the final battle. No time to think of screams and curses and pain and grieving, and certainly no time to ponder the unknowable meaning of certain impulsive kisses.

"I'm not avoiding this," you say to no one. "It's here on the list." And, sure enough, in tiny, unsure chocolate brown letters, it's there. Ron? It's the one item that doesn't get crossed off as the days pass.

But, then, on the tenth day after the battle, he is there, shifting nervously in the kitchen doorway as you sit at the table, methodically attending to your list.

"So." He lifts his chin as he speaks, his stance firm, his shoulders square. His eyes, though, flutter nervously about the room, until they fall to rest on the map of Australia, spread out on the table before you.

"When are we going?"

"Well, I....wait. We?"

"We. I'm going with you, aren't I?"

"You....but....why?"

He is walking towards you, now, and you rise awkwardly from your seat, fighting the urge to back away.

"This is going to be hard for you, Hermione. I won't let you go through it alone." His voice is steady, but his hands are shaking. "I won't let you go through anything alone, ever again, if I can help it."

You are stunned. This is not according to plan. You'd been certain of his rejection, steeling yourself for the inevitable botched attempt to "let you down easy," preparing in response an expression of serene acceptance and indifference. Instead, he....this.

You burst into tears.

Time stops, for a moment, with you crying and him standing there, confused and uncomfortable...and then you close your eyes and his arms are around you and he is kissing your wet face over and over and over. It's a mess...you are a mess, and it's crazy and disorganized and a total explosion of every color you have ever seen.

You do not cross his name from the list. Instead, you follow the spidery Ron? with a resolution, this time in bold black and white.

Yes.


Drabble 8
Author: scribhneoir1
Title: Missing
Rating: PG-13
Words: 390
Author's Note (if any): None

They were driving her mad.

She knew they meant well but their suffocating attention was fast becoming too much to bear. Yes, she was worried about Ron but she wasn’t about to fall apart if they left her alone for more than five minutes.

He was missing, not dead.

“I’m just going to get some fresh air.” she announced to the crowded kitchen in the Burrow. “I’ll be back before the next update.”

Without waiting for the inevitable offers of company, Hermione grabbed her cloak and disappeared quickly out the back door.

With no destination in mind she wrapped the cloak around her and strode quickly across the dark overgrown garden, not even noticing the damp dew which quickly soaked her shoes and the bottom of the heavy cloak.

“…Missing….” the memory of the voice echoed through her mind with every step she took.

Missing, not dead.

She hated the ’not knowing’. Not knowing what was happening was fast becoming unbearable.

What was it that was keeping Ron from her? Where was he?

She was desperate to join the search but had to rely on the authorities to keep her updated on the quest and the investigations.

A rather neglected bench, partially covered in tendrils of ivy, provided respite and refuge for Hermione as she gratefully sat down.

Hidden from sight, courtesy of a gnarled old tree, she sighed...desperately trying to regain control.

They hadn’t been together for that long really, and yet the absence of his presence at her side...of his arm wrapped protectively around her made reality intolerable.

The search had gone on all night and the sun was just starting to peek out through the clouds...trying in vain to warm the earth below and provide some light through the dark.

She’d go back soon, just not yet.

Her fingers were freezing and, vaguely remembering the gloves she always had in the pockets of her cloak, she began to search. The gloves were absent but she discovered something else.

It wasn’t her cloak.

It was his.

A bar of Honeydukes finest rested in her hand, half had been devoured, half remained.

She opened it slowly but the scent of the chocolate reached her quickly.

Memories of chocolate flavoured kisses ghosted across her mind.

Her tears hit the chocolate as the shout came from the house.

It was time.


Drabble 9
Author: ebb_11
Title: Coca-Cola
Rating: PG-13 (for underage drinking)
Words: 466
Author's Note (if any): None


Most Hogwarts graduates can fondly recall memories of sitting around Common Rooms far after hours, drinking certain substances prohibited by law to those under seventeen. Most people can forget responsibilities and rules … the law, even, and I just couldn’t.

It was three AM, and Fred, George, Ron, Luna, Katie, and I were sitting in a moth-eaten corner of the Common Room. Katie, Luna, and the twins were quick to open the Firewhiskey the boys had smuggled in and they started a ridiculous game of cards which involved, from what I could tell, very few actual rules.

Ron didn’t know how to take a shot. While everybody else downed Firewhiskey in sweeping gulps, he sipped the foreign, amber liquid timidly.

I didn’t touch the stuff. I had a glass of Coca-Cola sitting by my side. There was something very alluring about the liquor, but I pretended I knew better. I told myself I was being responsible, that I was mature, but really I was scared. I saw how it changed the others, and I didn’t want to give up an ounce of control over myself.

Ron cast awkward glances at me and my heart fluttered. There’s something about three AM exhaustion that makes the smallest gestures seem significant, even romantic in some way.

We didn’t belong there. Though Ron liked to pretend that he could do anything the twins could, that he could run with an older, cooler crowd, I knew better.

“No, no!” Katie slurred as she swayed slightly in her seat. “You put a six of Hearts down. That means … that mean I win,” she decided.

Fred scratched his head and frowned. “No…”

“Perhaps it was the six of Clubs that wins the game?” Luna suggested. She was very preoccupied with building a house of cards out of the five cards in her hand.

Ron glanced at me then looked away quickly. “Erm … I’m getting a bit tired. Are you?” he asked nervously.

I nodded and took a sip of Coke. “And, I don’t understand this game in the least, either.”

Ron seemed overjoyed to have an excuse to abandon his half-finished shot. “Well,” he announced, “we’re heading to bed.”

Years later, we still retire to bed earlier than most, and neither of us is much for drinking. I now drink soda due to medical reasons; I’m pregnant, and Ron learned how to down a shot of Firewhiskey, but still some things stay the same.

“Well, we’re heading home,” Ron announces, and we say goodbye to a small flock of redheaded men and their wives.

Ron places a hand against my stomach as I take the last sip of my soda, and we step outside. Though I still don’t understand drunken card games, I know I’ve found a place to fit in.


Drabble 10
Author: pili204
Title: Melted Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Words: 398
Author's Note (if any): I can’t believe I managed to include all 3 food items! Thanks to spidergirl30 for her continuous support and cheerleading

As soon as she heard the faint sound of Apparition, Hermione knew Ron was home. She quickly positioned herself in front of stove and carefully stirred the chocolate she had already melted in a small cauldron.

Ron is going to love this!

“Hermione, I’m home.”

“In the kitchen.”

Ron walked in and wrapped his hands around her middle, his jaw resting on her shoulder. “You in the kitchen? Now that’s a surprise. Are you mixing a potion?”

“No, not a potion. I’m just melting a few Chocolate Frogs,” she said off-handedly.

“What? Why?” he asked outraged.

“Ron, people melt chocolate all the time. It’s perfectly normal.”

“It is not. It’s completely nutters. Is this one of those barmy Muggle inventions like the fizzy pop you had me drink once?”

“Oh, you the mean a Coke. I thought you’d like it, but never mind that. No, this is isn’t a barmy invention, it’s a great one actually.”

“Why would anyone want to melt chocolate before eating it? It’s much better when it melts in your mouth.”

“Well, you can dip all sorts of things in melted chocolate… things like strawberries, marshmallows, cheese, or this.” Hermione then dipped one of her finger on the warm chocolate and turned around to face Ron. “Want a taste?”

Ron wasted no time in darting his tongue out. “Mmmm.”

“I thought you’d like it.”

His eyes were now playful. Ron reached around her waist to get to the cauldron. “I reckon I’d like it even better here,” he said as he smeared some melted chocolate on Hermione’s lips, neck, and bare shoulder.

“Oh!” Just when she thought she was in control, Ron had quickly turned the tables on her.

He grinned wickedly and waggled his eyebrows. “I guess I’ll just have to clean you up.”

“I guess so,” she murmured.

This certainly had turned out better than Hermione had expected. She had set out to surprise Ron, and now he had completely erased any plans she had hoped to carry forward with that delicious tongue of his.

“You can melt all the Chocolate Frogs you want, love. I reckon there’s nothing better than chocolate on you,” he said before lighting sucking down her neck.

A platter of strawberries lay forgotten next to the cauldron. But Hermione could care less. Yes, this is certainly much better, she thought as she melted into his embrace.

Total drabbles: 10
Participants using their skip: tqpannie
Participants who have used their skip and who have not submitted a drabble: mrs_gregsanders

Poll #1385069 Round 1, Challenge 4: Voting
This poll is closed.

Drabble 1

Mean: 7.21 Median: 7 Std. Dev 1.53
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1(2.9%)
10
0(0.0%)

Drabble 10

Mean: 6.60 Median: 7 Std. Dev 2.18
1
1(2.9%)
2
0(0.0%)
3
3(8.6%)
4
3(8.6%)
5
4(11.4%)
6
3(8.6%)
7
4(11.4%)
8
12(34.3%)
9
3(8.6%)
10
2(5.7%)
Tags: challenge 4, challenge: voting, round: 1
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