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Nobody's Perfect: 10 Short Harry Potter Fics / Song Meme
by boy = shy of girls (girlshy)
at June 8th, 2008 (04:56 pm)
current location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
current mood: accomplished
current song: Nagasawa Nao - To you

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3.Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the timeframe of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Title: Nobody's Perfect
Fandom: Harry Potter
Era: post-series, AU
Pairing/Characters: Fleur Delacour/Cho Chang
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Length: 1412 words
Disclaimer: All characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling

Lily Allen - Friday Night

She dragged a brush through her dark hair, the trace of moving photographs on her dresser and the flash of fireworks in the fading summer air outside. In the mirror, her reflection stared blankly back with dark eyes and a fringe of smooth black hair.

It had been two years since the final confrontation with Voldemort, the grass of the aged school burnt black by ethereal flame and the stones turned over by fearsome monsters; two years of drifting on automatic, her schoolbooks crammed deep in her bag and attention wondering elsewhere.

She smiled sadly. On her shoulder was the faintest trace of silvery blonde hair.

Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend (Instrumental Ver.)

Light flashed, her heels tapping against the pavement and splashing rain water over bare legs. She smiled, her heart thundering with exhilaration and her shawl slipping from the warm soft skin of her shoulders.

She felt a well of laughter rising up inside her, the giddiness of suddenly being found amongst the throng of people and the endless noise of the sprawling city.

Above her, signs swung in the gentle breeze whilst Fleur Delacour danced before her, lips pouting and eyes alive with life itself.

Cast of High School Musical 2 - Work this Out

Cho Chang pushed through corridors, her shoulder bag weighing down her right side; a diagonal line that crossed her chest and divided her baggy jumper into two halves.

Through her mind ran the endless rhythm of an encroaching headache and the blisters on her feet testified to far too long in shoes that pinched. She tried not to dwell on it, her frown deep as she struggled to maintain an aspect of bitter disenchantment. In her heart, however, a different sensation blossomed.

Kelly Osbourne - One Word

She closed her eyes, the bed sheets dishevelled beneath her bare back and her shallow breath. Strands of her hair covered her eyes as she stared up to at the decorations surrounding the expensive lampshade, its movement like that of a dog tethered to a post, drifting one way with the wind and then solemnly drifting back with the other.

She closed her eyes, the aroma of cooking and summer drifting in from the boundless fields behind the open window. The breeze played across her bare mid-rift, causing her skin to tingle with its touch, as if long fingers trailed across her, encircling her exposed belly button and trailing down to the hemline of her knickers.

She opened her eyes and there, perched on the end of the bed, smiling with restraint sat Fleur Delacour.

In the distance, she heard the beginnings of an argument in a language she did not understand.

Duran Duran - A View to a Kill

Her wand held before her, fingers trembling about the carved staff and whispers of ghostly silver ether trailing from the tip.

"It is good, I think" Fleur remarked, her hands on her hips, "that you have no desire to be an Auror."

Cho scowled, watching the other girl in her yellow tracksuit with the black stripes that ran down its sides and then looking down at herself and the matching tracksuit she also wore. Fleur had donned the uniform their 'training clothes' yet for the life of her, Cho Chang had no idea how the tall French girl with the cascading blonde managed to make a yellow tracksuit look so appealing.

She claimed they were identical but Cho suspected differently. She was sure, for a start, that her own tracksuit might just have been shrunk in the wash.

Aly & AJ – Potential Break Up Song (Piano Ver.)

She sniffed, tears warming her cheeks and the first crush of leaves beneath her feet. At her back was the warmth of the setting sun and the gentle sounds of her classmates swapping cards from chocolate frog packets and stories about the once haunted shack on the hill.

The air was heavy and humid, like the memory of a distant parting weighing down on her shoulders. Her feet felt weary as she pushed down against the dirt of the warm track, her dark green cardigan hanging off her shoulders.

In the bushes at her side, birds whispered coos of regret and understanding, farewells and goodbyes. She lifted her head and her breath caught.

Standing at the head of the path was Fleur Delacour, once more with hands on hips.

Nakagawa Shoko - Snow Tears

"It'll be winter soon," she lied, leaning back on the headboard of the other girl's bed, her feet crossed before her.

Fleur Delacour looked up from where she sat at the elegant writing desk, the one she had oh so cleverly adorned with the ugly stuffed raven she had found somewhere within the castle.

"Don't be silly," she remarked with that sort of almost-adult knowing that always made Cho feel so envious, "we are but in the midst of summer. There's still the whole of autumn to pass through before winter."

Cho shrugged and looked away.

"It'll be winter soon," she remarked, determined to stick to her point regardless of the fact that all common sense - that oft used tools of adults - was completely against her.

"How can you say this, ma puce?" Fleur remarked, brushing her hair from her shoulders.

Cho shrugged once more.

"I don't know," she said, closing her eyes and imagining falling snowflakes, "I can just feel it. Like there's winter in the air, like it's on the edge of where we are. Like any minute now the seasons will just change dramatically."

She opened her eyes and smiled.

"I can just feel it, you know."

Utada Hikaru - Beautiful World

She felt the grip on her hand tighten, those familiar fingers wrapped in hers as the grass flattered beneath their gentle footfalls. It had been raining the night before, an opening of the boundless skies that had left the castle grounds dark with abandoned raindrops.

Her school uniform had been abandoned, her limbs wrapped up in faded t-shirt and frequently washed jeans. The other girl was resplendent in trailing fairy tale dress, her hair swept back from her face in the attempt to convince all they might encounter - and both knew full well that they would encounter no one so early on a Saturday morning - that she had awoken in just such a fashion.

Cho Chang however, had been awake beneath the warmth of the sheets when Fleur had slipped away several hours earlier to craft her 'just woken' image. She had remained on her side, smiling warmly into the soft pillow and felt the movement of the other girl carefully sliding back into bed.

Her heart had thundered as, with surprise, she realised that such absurd measures were entirely made for her benefit alone.

A-ha - The Living Daylights

Her brow was damp with sweat, her chest heaving. The tracksuit clung to her skin, weighing her down and dragging out her movements.

Fleur stood at the end of the hall, her wand crackling with ghostly flame.

Surely, Cho thought, there was an alternative to such fierce exercise. Surely, with the death of the Dark Lord, they could afford a break in such an absurdly rigorous training regime?

Fleur flicked her wand up and pointed it directly at her, smiling with all the refinement of a cruelty inflicted by a landed upbringing.

"Bang," she said, raising a single eyebrow.

Light flared, tearing forth with rapid fury from the tip of her wand and Cho Chang dived sideways, lifting her own wand.

Despite herself, she was beginning to appreciate the virtues of such a simple tracksuit.

Aly & AJ - Like It or Leave It

The skies turned dark, there was blood upon her shirt. Gone was the comforting embrace of that familiar tracksuit with its matching stripes of black down each arm. Instead she wore her uniform, tights ripped and soot smearing her face.

Her fingers were blistered, covered in damp blood as she lifted up the wand once more, just as the other girl had showed her, all those months again.

The beast reared its head, teeth glinting like daggers in the soft, milk white moonlight. Once it had been human she had heard, now it was just another threat to the safety they had struggled so hard to beat, the safety her friends had given so much to ensure.

She pointed the wand and smiled, just as Fleur had.

"Bang," she whispered and bright light broke forth from the tip of her wand.