A/N - Written for the DMHG Challenge on LiveJournal in 2010. All drabbles are 100 words in length.

1.

August l Prompt : need

Title: A Helpless Loss.

Rating: G

Warnings: Character death.

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Draco stayed still, unmoving. His gaze falling on the spectators around the coffin. Around his mother. The rain blurred his vision. The starless night seemed to match his soul.

He felt her as she moved towards him, the damp ground scrunching beneath her feet. She reached for his hand tentatively; her fingers warm against his cold skin. He let go, her touch burning him with what he'd lost.

With a sad sigh, she turned to leave. He grabbed her hand to stop her, his eyes closing in defeat. He couldn't do this, not without Hermione.

She stayed.

And he cried.

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2.

October l Prompt : pumpkin

Title: Competitive Streaks

Rating: G

Warnings: None

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"A pumpkin carving contest that will encourage 'healthy' competition? We all know everyone will cheat and use magic. Don't you think, Harry?"

"Hermione-"

"Look at this for example." She bent down to inspect the vegetable, ignoring the surprised student standing beside it, carving knife in hand. "It's not too bad. The mouth looks scary, but the eyes could use more work." Sighing, she picked it up. "I suppose it would have to do."

"Granger! What-"

"Come on, Harry." She strutted away, Potter following apologetically.

Draco stood dumbfounded for a moment before he finally found his voice. "Oi! That's my pumpkin."

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3.

November l Prompt : waiting

Title: A Needed Ultimatum

Rating: G

Warnings: None

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"It's either him or me," he growled, his tone deadly.

"Don't-" She was shaking, tears prickling her eyes. "Don't make me choose. Please, Draco."

"You can't keep doing this to me. You can't keep me on your leash like some bloody dog, waiting-"

"I'm not!"

"Aren't you?" he snapped.

She recoiled. "I never meant-"

"No one does. Grow up, Granger. Make your choice."

"I- I can't."

His eyes hardened. "I think you have."

"No. I-"

He stepped forward, grabbing her arms painfully. "Then come with me."

She can't leave him. She couldn't. She-

But, he was pleading.

"Okay," she whispered.

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4.

December l Prompt : gift

Title: A Different Kind of Gift

Rating: G

Warnings: None

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Hermione stared, dumbfounded. "Is this a joke?"

"Not at all. You did want quality time with Weasel and Pothead as a gift."

Her eyes narrowed. "These are blow up dolls."

"With an uncanny resemblance, I might add. One of them even has a scar."

Glaring menacingly, she marched to their bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Draco winced before he felt a light tug on his sleeve, and looked down.

"Now?" the boy asked.

"As long as she's mad at me, you're safe." Draco nudged him. "Go tell her what you did."

Honestly, the things he'd do for his son.

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