#margot writes

Title: When you move, I'm moved

Pairing: Dana Evans/Michael Robinavitch (The Pitt)

Word count: 1,289

Summary:

“So, what’ll it take to convince you to come back to work?” “A raise, a few bottles of that rosè you brought to dinner last time, and multiple orgasms.”

So this was a one shot I started for the enemies to lovers prompt comp back in 2021🤣 but I do still plan to finish it one day! I think it’s kinda fun, it’s just never been a priority for me.

Here’s a snippet:

“At least I spend my money on shoes rather than blowing it all on extravagant nights out.”

“Oh, please. You’re just bitter that you never get an invite.”

They’re squaring up, very close.

“I wouldn’t want to spend time at anything you’ve organised.”

“Why? Too classy for you?”

“More like full of assholes.”

“Boring fuckboy.”

Heart

Yaay thank you for tagging me @tripably ! I love a good excuse to dust off my wips, and i loved reading your snippets! They're so on-brand 👌🥰

I have plenty of WIPs, so I tried to pick several. Hopefully the contexts are clear enough 😬

H — (mulan au)

Harry would act so normal about this situation. So civilized and professional, like a good captain would. Tonight, all that mattered was that the soldier who was assigned to be his sleeping-buddy was warm. Harry was doing his job. Keeping his soldier warm. A soldier. Not his.

E — (snockhart)

Exasperated, Severus sat back. ‘Gilderoy, for once, use those baby blues life gifted you, and tell me: do I look like the kind of man who owns swimming trunks?’

A — (diver harry, museum archeologist draco)

As Harry struggled to take the last book off the shelves, he almost missed the sneeze coming from one of the tables around the corner. Malfoy’s poncy sneeze. Harry turned on his heel, not looking forward to getting caught getting the exact books Malfoy had read only days before.

R — (accidental bond)

‘Right. So... three women you might fancy if forced versus… twenty-five men.’ ‘Yeah…’ Harry scratched his eyebrow to hide his flush. ‘What d’you think it means?’

T — (tarot fic)

‘The Six of swords. Means an upcoming transition or a change of mind. It often pops up when someone needs to –’ as Draco spoke, his gaze flicked to the first card, thinking ‘– bury the past…’ ‘It’s about us.’ Draco jerked up. Potter was leaning on his crossed arms and pondering the cards with a deep frown. ‘We’re from each other’s past.’ He flicked his impossibly green eyes up. ‘What’s the third?’ Taking a breath, Draco turned the third card around. Harry choked on a laugh. He coughed and raked both hands through his hair. ‘Never mind.’ Before them lay the Lovers card.

I'm tagging @starquestingfordrarry @parseisflat @itsphantasmagoria @panthemanda and @tessacrowley if you want to and haven't gotten tagged for this twelve times already lol

Harry steps into the clearing of the forest.

Death eaters shout, laugh, taunt him, but as the killing curse forms on Voldemort's lips, shadows cast on the ground show large shapes unfolding behind Harry's back.

'No,' says Draco Malfoy.

Ballet

(760 words)

‘It is very unimpressive,’ said Draco, during the break, in a dissappointed and confused way, and Harry could only stare at him in surprise. He’d thought it had been plenty impressive. Draco shrugged. ‘They’re hardly floating at all. You can hear them land on the floor, stomping around on the stage.’

‘Floating?’ Harry asked, growing a tiny hint of suspicion. ‘You mean the jumps they do?’

‘They’re not supposed to touch the floor so much,’ Draco explained. ‘And did you see them tremble? Like they’re nervous or something. It’s embarassing.’

Trying to keep an open-mind, Harry asked, ‘Are you comparing the Muggle ballet to a magical ballet?’

So when Harry walks out into the forest, Draco follows and when he sees what Harry's doing, he runs out to save him.

Voldemort finds it all hysterical and tries to kill Draco, partly because he's disrupting things, partly to hurt harry and the malfoys. But then Harry leaps in front of Draco, sacrificing himself.

After that Voldemort goes and tries to kill Draco again anyway, and the same thing happened as when Harry was little: Voldemort gets killed on the spot, because of the power of love's protection etcetera.

Harry returns from the dead, the same way as in canon, and that ties it all up: all the horcruxes are defeated. (Maybe the snake needs to be beheaded, but that's done in a jiffy, with all the death eaters fleeing the scene)

For context: Harry, Ron and Draco are having a drink. It's from Harry's pov and he hasn't realised yet how badly he's pining.

The cap popped through the air. With a little smirk, Draco put the bottle to his lips.

There was something about Malfoy’s face that was perpetually snobbish. Even the mundane act of taking a swig from a bottle emitted casual condescension. It might have had to do with the way the corners of his mouth pointed down, the proud tilt of his chin, or the way his eyelids batted down. He looked grumpy and smug and bored.

He truly was the biggest ponce in existence.

From the way he lowered the bottle from his mouth, it looked like he was making out with it, practically kissing the top with his soft, faint-pink lips. A drop of butterbeer rolled down the length, and Draco – so focussed on his stupid drink he even noticed it – slightly tipped the bottle, brought it to his lips and slowly kissed the drop away –

‘Harry.’

Harry jumped almost out of his skin. Whirling around to Ron, he felt his face heat up. ‘Huh? What? Yeah.’

Ron was scowling over the top of his head at Draco, but Harry didn’t dare turn around anymore. ‘I’m warning you,’ Ron grumbled.

Scorpius's dad was a great storyteller. His favourite stories were about a bold young boy and his two best friends having spectacular adventures at Hogwarts.