Draco tried to avoid Luna whenever possible. He had always done this, from the first time she had walked up to him and tried to talk to him, but after a certain sweaty, spontaneous hour in the second-floor lavatory, Draco was more inclined than ever to pretend that she didn't exist. Written for Round 13 of daisychain-drab.

It would be so easy to take just a few steps forward and put his hands around her neck and snap it, snap it so hard that she wouldn't feel a moment of pain. Two steps. Two hands. Snap. Written for deeply-horrible's Dysfuncentine's Sloppy Seconds Fest.

Bellatrix was never a patient woman, not even when it would serve her best, and never was she so painfully aware of her own impatience as when she was waiting for her Master to come for her. Written for Archery, for Camp Potter

Lucy always told everyone that she wanted to be just like her father. Written for Tech Discovery, for Camp Potter.

Rowena is concerned by her daughter's melancholy. Written for History, for Camp Potter

"I thought you'd be enthusiastic after all these years, brother." Rodolphus's voice was a low, harsh hiss, a good deal sharper and colder than Rabastan remembered. "Haven't you missed me?" Written for First Aid, for Camp Potter.

In which Bellatrix and Narcissa make a brief stop in an empty classroom. Written for Kat Ducat.

Murder was so profound an expression of power, and brought one so close to the forces of the universe without putting oneself in harm's way – who could fail to find that to be an aphrodisiac? Written for Archery, for Camp Potter.

"Andromeda shared a bed with her sister and every night they lay together. Nowhere was as safe as their bed." Freeverse for Arts and Crafts at Camp Potter.

In which Draco brings his girlfriend home to meet his parents. Written for dragonflybeach.

Barty was so young. He was even younger than Regulus, much too young to be mixed up in the Death Eaters. Written for teddylupin-snape, and for History Appreciation for Camp Potter.

What Rodolphus could not have from Bellatrix, he took from Narcissa. Written for Couture Girl.

Rose was in the library, and she had been standing at a bookshelf, her head tilted to the side, carefully scanning the spines of the books for something that might be useful for her assignment on Muggle perceptions of Witches and Wizards, and she jumped and nearly dropped her bag when she heard her cousin's voice low in her ear. Written for Anonymous.

Astoria was in the middle of eating dinner at one of her family's interminable parties, not thinking of anything except her food, when she felt her sister's foot against hers. Written for Kat Ducat

On the first morning after Draco left for his first year at Hogwarts, Narcissa woke up early. She lay in bed, smiling widely at the ceiling and savouring the silence in the manor, then she rolled over on top of her husband and prodded him. Written for Anonymous.

In which Lucius finds his wife and Rodolphus Lestrange in a compromising position. Written for Anonymous.

In which it is most important that Draco, Luna and Hermione keep quiet. Written for Sara Darkotter.

Lily was sitting on the hearth, her knees drawn up to her chest, rocking back and forth and staring into the flames. Scorpius could hear her mumbling under her breath, but couldn't make out the words, and she seemed unaware of his presence. Written for Sara Darkotter.

"You-Know-Who would want us to be suspicious of each other. He would want to drive us apart. We need to trust that everyone here wants his death as much as everyone else." Written for Paintball for Camp Potter

A collection of drabbles for the Femmeslash Drabble Tag on the HPFC Forum. Various pairings, lengths, genres and ratings.