Word Count: 100
Draco couldn’t remember how he had found it. But it didn’t matter now, because everything else was forgotten when he looked into the mirror.
He had read about such things in his books, had heard that they were charmed to reveal the looker’s deepest desire, but when he finally mustered up the courage to open his eyes…
He didn’t see himself, powerful, glorious, and renowned, commanding others to do his bidding. He saw himself sitting on the grass, a smile playing on his lips, fingers entwined with Harry Potter’s.
He turned and walked away bitterly. The mirror must be broken.
Oh, and here's another one I found floating around which I wrote a long time ago. It's not very good, but I wrote it in response to a challenge involving some sort of love triangle. Dunno why it's so long, though...maybe the word limit was 600. I'm trying to locate my Hogwarts house drabbles...I would go search for them on MNFF, but they changed the forum so I think all the old posts were erased...
Word Count: 534
The hottest day of the summer was drawing to a close, and Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Hermione Granger were all lying on the beach, awaiting the clang of the dinner bell. The three students, each peculiar in his or her own way, had been drawn together by two common factors: one, they went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and two, none of them would have chosen to be stuck at Muggle Summer Camp if they had been given a choice.
Nevertheless, the fact that they were somewhere they did not want to be had proven to be the least of their worries that summer, for Harry, Draco, and Hermione had fallen victim to something more troublesome: love.
It was a sticky situation, their love triangle. Harry, a handsome boy of 16 with strikingly green eyes, was in love with Hermione, his best friend and also a Muggle-born. Hermione, however, was torn between Draco and Harry, the former whose looks she found herself deeply attracted to and the latter whose boyish charm had worked its magic on her. And Draco? Draco, a proud pureblood, was secretly lusting after Harry, the boy he had spent his life trying to thwart.
Just then, the silence of the summer evening was broken by a splash. Draco sat up as suddenly as if he had been hit by lightning. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that greeted him.
There, stuffed into a miniature rowboat that was steadily sinking into the lake, were his aunt Bellatrix, his father, Lucius, and his Head of House, Snape. They were a few feet away from the shore and appeared to be arguing heatedly. Snape, who was attempting to charm the water out of their boat, kept angrily jabbing his wand at Lucius' ribcage instead, which was causing Lucius to accidentally elbow Bellatrix in the eye. It would have been a very comical situation if the three were not regarding Draco with murderous expressions.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" sputtered Draco, jumping to his feet.
"We've come to rescue you," panted Snape as the boat finally hit the sand and indignantly dumped him, Lucius, and Bellatrix onto the ground.
"Where did you come from?" asked Hermione sharply, stepping forward to glare at her Potions professor.
"Get back, Mudblood!" screamed Bellatrix, whipping out her wand.
"ENOUGH, BELLA," roared Lucius, pushing her back. "We are at Muggle Summer Camp; the Muggles must not see your wand. Come, Draco."
"I don't want to," replied Draco stiffly, shooting a sideways glance at Harry.
"What?!" exclaimed Lucius furiously.
"I...I have something to say," said Draco, gulping nervously. He wiped the sweat from his brow, then said, "I love Harry Potter!"
Silence fell over the group. Then, Hermione broke it. "And I love both Harry and Draco!" she proclaimed.
Finally, Harry spoke up. He shot one look of contempt at the three grown-up witches and wizards, all of whom looked as though they had just been force-fed dung.
"And I'm in love with Hermione!"
Then, suddenly, the dinner bell rang. Harry, Draco, and Hermione, not bothering to look back at the three adults, promptly turned around, linked arms, and began walking off to the mess hall.