Happy Saint Nick's Day Meme

[gryfndor_godess]

Remember the Halloween meme where you gave everyone who commented a little gift, like a drabble or a graphic, etc?  Well, that was awesome, and even though that was barely a month ago (and I was super late and actually only finished mine on Veteran's Day weekend, so it hasn't even been a month for me), I wanted to do something similar now because it seemed fitting for Saint Nick's Day.  'Tis the season and all.

Now, I know next to nothing about what the day actually means (though here's the Wiki page if you're interested), but I know that when I was little (and when I was in college last year, courtesy of the RAs, so not always that little...) I put out my shoes on the night of December 5th, and when I woke up the next morning, there was candy inside.  So the meme:

Comment with a picture of any shoe, and I'll give you a treat.  A drabble, links to graphics or vids I think you'd like, a fic rec, pictures of favorite actors, etc.

I won't get to all the "shoes" by December 6th the way good old Nick does, but I promise to do them all eventually!

And if you don't want to go to the trouble of finding a picture of a shoe, I suppose you can have a treat anyway.  ;)

(a vegan cowboy boot)

And now off to watch SPN and probably have a meltdown of some sort because it's the mid-season finale, and I've never had to suffer an SPN winter hiatus before...

Comments

[snickfic]

I HAVE AN ICON FOR THIS.

[lutamira]

Fun! Also, happy St. Nick's day to you!

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Two baby shoes equal one regular-sized shoe, right?

[gryfndor-godess.livejournal.com]

Aw, those are adorable! The pearls really make the shoe. The "candy" for them:


He was guarding hoops made of black licorice and trying to catch a Quaffle made out of treacle tart with his mouth when muffled voices woke him. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust in the dark and even longer for his mind to catch up and understand what he was seeing. A feeling of warmth kindled in his chest the second he recognized her bushy curls, as always happened when he saw her, but a second later it dimmed in confusion.

Why was she shaking Harry? Had she got the wrong bed? Was something wrong?

Harry seemed to be wondering the same thing. “Wh- where do I need to go?” he asked groggily.

“Ginny needs you,” said Hermione, her voice low and not urgent, precisely, but full of a definite briskness that Ron didn’t consider normal for this time of the night.

“What’s wrong?” said Harry, sounding instantly more alert. Ron sat up at the same time as Harry, his heart beating faster. Ginny-

“She’s fine,” said Hermione firmly as Harry fumbled for his glasses. “But you need to go to her. And be quiet in the hall!”

She stepped back so he could get out of bed. Harry cast Ron a half-worried, half-bemused look as he hurried out of Ron’s room. The second the door clicked closed Hermione was at his side, Harry’s abandoned pillow in hand. The beds were squeezed so closely together in the small room that she barely had to move, but her proximity was still startling.

All thought of Ginny and Harry flew from mind because here was Hermione, in nothing but drawstring pants and a pajama top with reindeer on it that he’d teased her about earlier but secretly thought was adorable, and she was close enough to touch, and she was pulling back the comforter and sitting down-

“What are you doing?” Ron scooted to make room for her, half wondering if he was still dreaming. Even in the darkness he could see her raised eyebrow.

“I’m shopping in Diagon Alley. What does it look like I’m doing?”

She leaned forward to quickly press her lips to his and then lay down, snuggling into the filched pillow like it had her name on it.

Ron looked down at her, understanding taking shape in his mind. “What did Ginny need?” he said slowly.

“Her boyfriend,” said Hermione promptly. Her teeth flashed white as she smiled. “I did, too.”

Ron slid back down again, curling into her automatically and beginning to grin. “My mum said we weren’t allowed to share rooms.”

“What your mum doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” The smug lilt in her tone sent a jolt from the top of his spine all the way down to his toes.

He had been annoyed at Mum for decreeing that Harry had to bunk with him while Hermione stayed in Ginny’s room, as though they were still children, but things were hard enough this first Christmas (Fred would have teased Mum mercilessly for her prudery until she gave in, but Fred wasn’t here, and he had to stop thinking about that, right now) that he hadn’t pushed the matter.

Well, really, Hermione had told him not to push the matter, and he had grudgingly agreed, even though he hardly got to see her these days, let alone share a bed with her, while she was studying for her N.E.W.T.s at Hogwarts and he was in London, helping George with the joke shop and training as an auror with Harry.

Apparently she’d just already had other plans in mind; he should have known. How long had she and Ginny been- wait.

He’d been about to tangle his fingers in her hair, maybe kiss his way up her jaw line, but now a less than pleasant thought occurred, making him grimace and sending an opposite sort of jolt through him.

“Are Ginny and Harry…”

“Not your business,” said Hermione. “Leave it.” She kissed him again, more purposefully.

He left it.

[snickfic]

AWWW. This is darling. I don't even go here, and this is adorable.

[gryfndor-godess.livejournal.com]

Thank you! <3 Oh, that makes me so happy since Harry isn't your thing. :)

[kwritten.livejournal.com]

♥

What a lovely idea!