For inell's 'Locked in a Room' challenge
Title: Broken Heroes
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Dean Thomas and Cedric Diggory (who is in there somewhere if you look hard)
Word Count: 453
Rating: PG at best
Summary: There had to be some benefits of returning for your seventh year at Hogwarts - didn't there?
Author's Notes: inell issued a "Locked in a Room" challenge, and drew from her hat Dean Thomas and Cedric Diggory for me. A challenge it was too considering my lack of slashability!
Broken Heroes
Hogwarts wasn’t quite the same in the seventh year Dean Thomas thought as he had every single morning of the term so far. Waking up in the dormitory he’d previously shared with Ron, Harry, Seamus and Neville was somehow different when Harry and Ron weren’t there any more.
There were benefits though, if benefits were what they could be called. Dean felt guilty thinking in that way. Someone did have to be a Gryffindor prefect and it might as well be him as anyone. Hadn’t it?
Pulling his dressing gown on Dean slipped from his bed, still slow and heavy with the effects of sleep. It was strange how quickly new routines became automatic, habit even, able to be done in the half mist between night and morning. There were benefits however hard he tried to dress them up as otherwise. What was the point of using the pokey little bathroom in Gryffindor Tower when the Prefects’ one beckoned?
The third tap on the right had become part of Dean’s early morning habit. Golden bubbles that gave off intoxicating scent, perhaps more suited to night than morning, but he didn’t care about that. Despite every intention of trying the other taps since the first time he’d used this one Dean hadn’t regretted his decision.
No, the third tap on the right was the one. The one that sent him off to breakfast and the rest of his day feeling that rising early was the only way to be, that all was right in the world and that each new morning was a gift.
The old days weren’t like this, Dean considered as he pushed open the door to the Great Hall, awake and feeling as if he could eat a thestral yet alone a house-elf’s cooked breakfast. As much as he’d like the others back all safe and sound, giving Ron his Prefect’s badge would be like chopping off his leg now.
Was Ron missing his mornings? Had Ron found the third tap on the right - the one that left him eyes closed in almost a trance, carried away on the scent while his morning needs were taken such good care of? Did Ron feel the bliss of being washed so carefully and gently all over? Did Ron enjoy the same touch over his body causing him to sigh and moan? Did Ron make the most of the effortless but perfect orgasm that pleasured Dean every morning?
“Nah,” Dean laughed to himself, sitting at the table his cutlery poised and feeling all was right with the world. “Ron Weasley probably lusts after Hermione Granger when he’s laying back in the water.”
But then Ron Weasley probably didn’t dream of broken heroes either.
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Dean Thomas and Cedric Diggory (who is in there somewhere if you look hard)
Word Count: 453
Rating: PG at best
Summary: There had to be some benefits of returning for your seventh year at Hogwarts - didn't there?
Author's Notes: inell issued a "Locked in a Room" challenge, and drew from her hat Dean Thomas and Cedric Diggory for me. A challenge it was too considering my lack of slashability!
Broken Heroes
Hogwarts wasn’t quite the same in the seventh year Dean Thomas thought as he had every single morning of the term so far. Waking up in the dormitory he’d previously shared with Ron, Harry, Seamus and Neville was somehow different when Harry and Ron weren’t there any more.
There were benefits though, if benefits were what they could be called. Dean felt guilty thinking in that way. Someone did have to be a Gryffindor prefect and it might as well be him as anyone. Hadn’t it?
Pulling his dressing gown on Dean slipped from his bed, still slow and heavy with the effects of sleep. It was strange how quickly new routines became automatic, habit even, able to be done in the half mist between night and morning. There were benefits however hard he tried to dress them up as otherwise. What was the point of using the pokey little bathroom in Gryffindor Tower when the Prefects’ one beckoned?
The third tap on the right had become part of Dean’s early morning habit. Golden bubbles that gave off intoxicating scent, perhaps more suited to night than morning, but he didn’t care about that. Despite every intention of trying the other taps since the first time he’d used this one Dean hadn’t regretted his decision.
No, the third tap on the right was the one. The one that sent him off to breakfast and the rest of his day feeling that rising early was the only way to be, that all was right in the world and that each new morning was a gift.
The old days weren’t like this, Dean considered as he pushed open the door to the Great Hall, awake and feeling as if he could eat a thestral yet alone a house-elf’s cooked breakfast. As much as he’d like the others back all safe and sound, giving Ron his Prefect’s badge would be like chopping off his leg now.
Was Ron missing his mornings? Had Ron found the third tap on the right - the one that left him eyes closed in almost a trance, carried away on the scent while his morning needs were taken such good care of? Did Ron feel the bliss of being washed so carefully and gently all over? Did Ron enjoy the same touch over his body causing him to sigh and moan? Did Ron make the most of the effortless but perfect orgasm that pleasured Dean every morning?
“Nah,” Dean laughed to himself, sitting at the table his cutlery poised and feeling all was right with the world. “Ron Weasley probably lusts after Hermione Granger when he’s laying back in the water.”
But then Ron Weasley probably didn’t dream of broken heroes either.