Oh The HuffleLove!
100 Ernie Macmillan/Hannah Abbott love Drabbles
By Cheeky

The Themes

1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. act 52. bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. teem 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. author's choice ((Picture)) 79. author's choice 80. author's choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. sweet tooth 89. Past 90. present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework

&& Feel free to PM me with constructive criticisms and comments. (##Be gentle##) How else will I learn?

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Number 78. Author's Choice ((Picture))

The broken picture frame lay shattered on the floor, the glass shimmering with an eerie green glow. Ernie’s and Hannah’s picture smiles serenely from its ruined home, Hannah’s wedding dress flowing in the autumn wind and Ernie gazing adoringly at her; a picture that would never be again. The Dark Mark glimmers, its green light illuminating the wreck of a home below it as the Death Eaters flee the scene.
Two years out of Hogwarts, two days of martial bliss, two hours to destroy it all. Ernie and Hannah had no warning, and now everything they loved, everything they cherished, was gone.

Number 51. Act

Ernie was descended from a long line of Mcmillans, and he knew there was certain decorum to be upheld. It’s how he must act: dignified, pompous … dead boring.

Listening to the commotion outside his compartment, Ernie wished he could join in, or relax at least, but he couldn’t.

"First year, first impressions, I’m a Macmillan."

A blonde girl peeked into his compartment and asked if she could join him. Ernie nodded curtly, offered the seat opposite him and introduced himself.

"Hannah Abbott," she said smiling. "You should loosen up. Enjoy the ride."

Ernie looked into her face, and couldn’t help but smile too.

Number 88. Sweet Tooth

Hannah opened the package; Fizzing Whizbees and a note.

For that sweet tooth.

She smiled to herself; her birthday wasn’t for another three days, yet for the last four she had received similar packages, all with the same note, the same handwriting. She recognised it straight away. Countless times that too-tidy script had covered her newly spell-checked work or covertly passed notes in class. She looked up at him trading Chocolate Frog cards with Justin. Thoughts turned from her gift-giver to her now wanting sweet tooth.

She blushed and looked away from Ernie, not quite sure if she was thinking about the Whizbees.

((♥)) For Ottery, who's sweeter that Fizzing Whizbees.

Number 27. Owl

“First years! This way, please, follow me!”

Ernie was in his element: authoritive, helpful, firm but kind. Hannah couldn’t help but be a little awe struck.

She remembered getting the owl saying she made perfect, and the happy owl she received hours later from Ernie, now her fellow Hufflepuff prefect. She remembered being happier reading Ernie’s note, he was so obviously ecstatic. She needn’t wonder why that made her happier… she only wished Ernie felt the same.

Hannah broke out of her reverie when she realised she was staring.

“Umm…yes, first years, this way.”

Ernie turned and smiled at her. She returned it outwardly, but on the inside she sighed.

Number 21. Veela

The light filtered in through the library’s stained glass windows, a rainbow of colours, falling on a lowered blonde head. Hannah’s pony tail swayed as she worked. Ernie stared for a long while, smiling as the lights reflected off each blonde strand.

“Ernie!”

“Veela! Umm, I mean… what?” Ernie turned pink and the front chair legs slammed into the stone floor.

“Don’t swing on your chair,” Hannah said, suppressing giggles. “You’ll get us thrown out…wait…Veela?”

He blushed a darker crimson. Now she was laughing. It was infectious and he couldn’t help but laugh too.

They were promptly ushered out by an irate Madam Pince.

((♥)) For Kelly, who taught me Strawberries and Drabbles make for an interesting lunchtime.

Number 69. Slap

There was a resounding slap as a second year was slammed into a wall by another. A group of spectators had gathered around, blocking the passage.

“Hey! What’s going on here? Break it up! I’m a prefect, break- OOMPH”

Ernie received a right hook for his trouble.

It was an accident, but he escorted both by the collar to the nearest teacher’s office (It still stung).

“Thank you, Macmillan, I’ll take it from here.”

He left an angry McGonagall and closed the door behind him. Within seconds he was enveloped in a tight hug.

”Oh! Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine, Han.” He hugged her back.

Number 70. Teem

It was break on the first day of the new school year and the weather tempted many outside. The Entrance Hall was teeming with first years tentatively venturing into the grounds.

“I was definitely never that small,” said Ernie, eying the little ones from the lakeside.

“Well, your head wasn’t, at least.”

A The Complete Guide To Muggle Television sailed through the air at Justin.

Rubbing his head, Justin turned around and saw Hannah and Susan making their way through the first years and over to the lake.

Following Justin’s gaze, Ernie saw them too. Patting down his hair nervously, he watched as Hannah neared.

((♥)) For Deborah, my favourite Dutch Muggle.

Number 95. Snowball

THWACK! Ernie rubbed the side of his face and looked around for the perpetrator. Thwack! Thwack! He got two more to the back before he saw blonde hair whip around and disappear behind a tree. Smirking, he charmed three snowballs and sent them on their way.

“Ahhh! Ernie! Oh, you are so going to get it!”

Hannah appeared from behind the tree, wand raised, as another white sphere sped towards her. With an easy flick of her wand and a murmured spell, she sent the snowball into the tree.

“I’m warning you, Macmillan!”

“Calling me Macmillan now, Abb-” TWACK!

Number 60. Joke

“…and then the Hag says ‘Hoy! That was my Hippogriff!’”

Everyone sitting on the Hufflepuff four-seater roared with laughter. Hannah clutched at her side, Justin doubled over and Susan was near crying. Ernie laughed along at his joke, but really he was watching Hannah. Her face, lit up with mirth, made him fill with pride.

“Where,” Susan was breathless and laughing, “in the name of Merlin did you learn that?”

“Just picked it up somewhere,” Ernie said, trying to sound dismissive.

“Who knew straight-laced Ernie could tell one like that!”

“Hey!”

The laughter was renewed but Ernie didn’t really mind, Hannah was enjoying it.

((♥)) For DOK, who say they like my jokes.

Number 20. Hogsmeade

The day of the Hogsmeade trip was greeted with a lazy snowfall and a light wind; the ground was white and the trees looked like they were sugar dusted.

“Where did you want to go?” Ernie was hoping Hannah didn’t plan on giving Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop a visit.

“Well, it will be warm in The Three Broomsticks. Maybe we can get a Butterbeer?”

“Sure … err, Han? You have a little….there.”

Ernie brushed his thumb lightly over Hannah’s cheek to remove the snowflake.

“Oh…” Hannah giggled, glad her scarf was hiding the flush of colour she felt moving up her neck.

((♥)) Had to resist writing ...Madam Puddifoot's tea shop a visit. He didn't want to have to choke a Cupid! 1) It would have went over word limit and 2) I...don't think it would been allowed somehow...

Also...inspired by Makani because this is too fantastic for words.

Number 31. Dress robes

Susan had somehow coaxed Hannah into a word association game. “Pumpkin?”

“Juice.”

“Stork?”

“Fly.”

“Dress robes?”

“Umm…” Hannah looked around the room for inspiration and saw Ernie’s heel disappear through the door to the boy’s dormitory. “Yellow.”

“Yellow? How-” Susan looked around to where Hannah was staring and saw Justin follow his best mate through the door. Her face must have shown her dawning comprehension, because when Hannah turned to face her, Han asked, “What?”

“Ernie had yellow stripes on his tie at the Yule ball.”

“So?”

“You like him.”

“No I don’t! Not like that.”

“Mmm hmm, sure.”

Hannah blushed.

Number 64. Nap

“Tell me a story.” The little blonde girl snuggled into her blanket, smiling expectantly up at her mother.

“Okay… There once was a princess with pretty blonde hair. In the neighbouring village lived a prince, who was stuffy and very proud, but he had such a warm heart. The princess loved the prince, but didn’t know if he loved her back.”

“Oh no! What happens next?”

“Isn’t it your nap time?” interrupted Ernie, who appeared at the end of the bed and smiled down at his daughter.

”Wait, daddy, wait! Does it have a happy ending, mummy?”

“Yes,” Hannah looked at her prince. “Yes it does.”

((♥)) For Nabs and Kirstie McGonagall, fellow lovers of the HuffleLove.

Number 84. Angry

“Hey, Han, ever heard of the Troll from Carolina?”

“If that’s a limerick, I swear to Merlin I’ll hurt you!”

“Whoa. Did I do something? Why’re you so angry?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“Fine! A guy can’t even make a joke…” Ernie walked away, leaving Hannah alone.

She didn’t know why she was so angry. Ernie had every right to talk to Padma, to go on the Hogsmeade trip with her, to date her. Hannah cried herself to sleep that night.

In the boys dormitory Ernie dreamed of Padma who, for some reason, kept morphing into a blonde, pigtailed badger.

Number 6. Divination

“So, what did Trelawney say?” asked Susan, as she and Hannah walked into the Great Hall for lunch. Hannah saw Ernie, who was sitting with Justin, and smiled.

“She said I’ll find something new, with an old friend.”

“Really?” Susan smiled knowingly.

The girls sat down with thier friends, and plates of sandwiches appeared.

“How was Divination?” asked Justin.

“Divination is a load of rubbish, if you ask me,” scoffed Ernie.

Hannah’s heart sank.

“Well no one asked you, Macmillan!”

Hannah stormed off, Susan following in her wake.

“What did I—“

“I don’t know, mate.”

The plates disappeared.

Number 76. Zap

Hannah sat outside, a fluorescent light illuminating the veranda around her. A sharp zap disturbed the night’s silence as an insect flew into the light. The bug zapper was her mother’s. She would put it on and she and Hannah would listen to the zaps, racing each other to say “Oop, there’s another one.”

That wouldn’t happen anymore. Death Eaters made sure of that.

A loud zap brought Hannah out of her thoughts.

“Hey, there’s another one.”

A welcomed warmth spread through Hannah as Ernie came out of the house to join her.

“You didn’t get that quite right.”

“Well, you have forever to help me master it.”

Number 34. Parseltongue

“What am I meant to do?” Ernie sat heavily in his favourite chair by the window. He has just spent the Hogsmeade weekend with Hannah. “Am I meant to jinx the moon down for her?”

“I dunno, mate,” said Justin. “It’s like trying to understand Parseltongue. They should come with a manual or something.”

All day Ernie had been trying to figure out if Hannah liked him. He wished he was a confident guy like Cedric. Girls just flocked to him.

An owl soared through the window and dropped a note in his lap.

Ernie,
♥
Han.

Ernie raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

“Like I said, parseltongue.”

Number 35. Pureblood

“You know, with your skill and blood status, you could have made it with us, Macmillan. Pity you had to go and get yourself killed.”

“Blood purity isn’t at all relevant. And as you can see - or can you through that mask? - I’m alive and kicking.”

“Not for long,” said the Death Eater, his wand pointed at Ernie’s heart.

Before either could act, a red light hit the death eater square in the back. He fell to the ground with a thud.

“Hannah?”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you.”

Ernie grabbed her hand, kissed it, and they apparated.

Number 14. Hogwarts, A History

Hannah and Ernie left the library with a copy of Hogwarts, A History each. They were hoping to find some information about the Chamber of Secrets.

“D’you think it’ll have anything in it?” Ernie looked over at Hannah, who was clearly struggling with hers.

“I don’t know, but it had better had! I’m worried about Justin. Argh – It’s so heavy.”

“Here.” Ernie took the book, carrying it for her.

“Thanks,” said Hannah slowly, looking at Ernie. He was always so sweet.

“No problem.”

As they walked on, Hannah wondered why she never noticed how Ernie’s hair flicks slightly at the ends.

((♥)) For a dark haired, caramel skinned boy from a dark haired chocolate skinned girl. You're probably the only person reading these things Thank you. ♥♥♥

Number 19. Wand

“Accio. Accio! Accio! Oh for Merlin’s…” Ernie was having a bit of trouble with his summoning spell. Usually he excelled at Charms, but right now his mind was a bit distracted. Next to him blonde hair flicked in the light as she caught the object speeding towards her.

“Whoa. Careful there, Ernie, you nearly had my eye out.”

“Err…Sorry, Han. I – err – I…”

“You’re moving your wand wrong. Here.” Hannah covered Ernie’s hand with hers and showed him how to cast the charm properly.

Ernie gulped and looked sideways at Hannah. I’m never going to get the hang of this.

Number 63. Mooch

“Do you have extra Boomslang I can use? I think I ruined mine.”

“Yeah, okay, Hannah, you mooch.” Ernie looked over at Hannah with a smile. She’s always borrowing something or another. What would happen if I didn’t have it, thought Ernie. Of course that would never happen; you can always rely on Ernie being prepared for every class.

“I’m not a mooch! I’m just a tad…unorganised.”

“A tad?” laughed Ernie.

“Hey!” Hannah punched Ernie playfully in the arm. “Not everybody can be Ready-for-Anything Ernie.”

“Ready for – What?”

Hannah laughed at the look on Ernie’s face.

((♥)) That's number 20! YAY!

Number 61. Kiss

The way a butterfly’s wings softly brush the velvety petal as it hovered, or the way the leaves caress each other lightly in the breeze… maybe it was the intoxicating perfume of the Romantia Flower but Hannah could not keep her mind on Herbology.

All Hannah could think about was last night. The stars seemed so bright against the deep black of the sky as Ernie walked her down to the lake. “I just want to spend some time alone with you,” he’d said. And under those stars he kissed her.

Hannah sighed happily. Everything reminded her of that kiss.

Number 65. Ooze.

“It’s nice out here, isn’t it?”

“Beautiful. Just like you.”

Hannah lifted an eyebrow questioningly at Ernie.

“What’s with you?”

“I’m oozing charm. Girls go for that sort of thing.” Ernie smirked, sounding so matter-of-fact.

She tried hard not to smile. Ernie’s such an idiot…but an adorable one.

“You’ll be oozing something else if you don’t watch out.”

“Now, now, Hannah Abbott, don’t get snippy. I know you can’t resist my charms. The Macmillan Magnetism they call it – Ahhh!”

Ernie tripped over a stone and fell into the lake.

Minutes later he walked into class with Hannah, definitely oozing something else. Mud.

Number 45. Torch

Susan followed Ernie and Hannah through the dungeon corridors for their next class. She watched them chat and laugh easily with each other. Why can’t they see it, the flame they hold for each other? Everyone else can see it.

They walked past the torches in their brackets. Susan looked into their flickering flames thinking about how funny it is to have these torches all around them but her friends are so oblivious to their feelings for each other.

Hannah touched Ernie’s arm, laughing. Susan smirked. One day. One day they’ll see how much they burn for each other.

Number 68. Roar

Ernie found it hard to read his notes by the light of the fire, but he dare not move lest he wake up Hannah. Her head moved a little against his shoulder as the fire gave an extra loud pop. He smiled down at Hannah’s serenely sleeping face.

This is why he loved winter: a roaring fire, snow covering everything like a bright white blanket and Hannah by his side. She snuggled up to his shoulder and gave a resounding snort. Ernie pressed his lips together to stop his laughter waking her up, but his shoulders shaking did the job.

((♥)) For Ottery, with whom I would love to share a roaring fire. I think I have some marshmallows around here somewhere...

Number 32. Common room

“So, umm, this is your common room. This’ll be your home in Hogwarts so get to know everyone around you. Keep up the great Hufflepuff reputation and be friendly and happy and…umm, have fun.”

Ernie looked up at the sixth year, thinking he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. I could have done a better job and I only found out this was the common room two seconds ago, thought Ernie.

“You know,” said Hannah, who was leaning towards Ernie to look down the corridor to the dorms. “You could have done a better job than that guy.”

Ernie smirked.