14 Days Drabble
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/OC
Rating: Will be NC-17
Notes: For fun, I am going to tell a little back story from Luckiest/Last Man in the form of drabbles - 14 of them.
Day One
Disclaimer: All JKR’s unfortunately.
Day One:
The Potions Classroom: late Thursday afternoon:
“Bugger off, Ter,” hissed Marcus.
“What?” asked the Slytherin with an innocent look.
“I’ll be forced to kill you,” hissed Marcus.
“She’s just a girl,” teased Terrence Higgs. “You are not afraid of a little Ravenclaw girl, are you, mate?”
“No,” scowled Marcus Flint. He snuck a look at the oblivious Ravenclaw girl sitting across from them. His eyes slid down her body stopping at certain points with a lingering look. He watched her chew the end of her blue quill with hungry eyes. He had been watching her for weeks now. She was his favorite type of Ravenclaw, prim and innocent.
“Or are you afraid of someone else?” asked Terry with a drawl.
“Billy?” asked Marcus with a snort. “Are you completely fucking mad? I’ve been trying to break up with her for ages, now. For some reason, that crazy bint thinks I am kidding when I say ‘Billy, we are through’. She even caught me with Delilah.”
“How?”
“Delilah was giving me a blowjob after the last Quidditch game we had against Ravenclaw,” whispered Marcus. Snape’s eyes had lingered at their table a moment before. “I swear, what did Billy think? That Delilah was on her knees in front of me for some other reason? Honestly, nothing I do works.”
“So, what about this girl?” asked Terry with a shrewd look at his mate.
“I have never turned down a challenge,” said Marcus intently as the Ravenclaw turned to take something out of her book bag. He licked his lips in a very lascivious manner. He grinned as the flustered girl turned away quickly.
“That girl will take you at least a month,” said Ter lowly.
“Two weeks,” whispered Marcus. “I’ll have her in bed within two weeks.”
“Not a chance, Flint,” said Terry.
“Care to wager?” said Marcus arrogantly. “I’ll have her within two weeks or else…. I’ll -“
“Kiss Woody,” drawled Terry.
“Fuck, you are an arse Ter,” said Marcus a frown.
“Afraid, Flint?”
“Fuck no,” said Marcus. “I’ll take that bet. If I win, you have to snog Davies.”
“I hate Davies,” said Ter with a grimace.
“I know,” drawled Marcus. He gave his mate a sly look. Unknown to Higgs, he had been flirting with Persephone for weeks now. He had caught up to her last night and had coaxed a few kisses from her in a dark corridor. She had been shy but willing. The flirting was not just one way. He had caught her gazing at him occasionally and had been the recipient of a few shy smiles.
“You don’t have a chance, Flint,” whispered Terry. “Look at her. She is a virgin if I ever saw one. You’ll be lucky to get a French kiss from her within the month.”
Marcus gave Terry a slow smile. He had already had his tongue in her mouth last night. Marcus turned to look at her as he recalled the way she heated up after his tentative first kiss. He had made it sweet and unthreatening. But Persephone’s mouth had been so delicious that he couldn’t resist deepening the kiss and she had followed him every step of the way. He barely had to coax her mouth open. The hungry kisses that had followed had made his blood run hot. He had not been able to keep his eyes off of her today. Hence, Higgs’ interest. He had to make something up to cover his tracks. Now, he was looking forward to seeing Ter kiss Davies. Marcus gazed at Persephone with a hot, possessive gaze and smiled when she tossed him a covert flirtatious look over her shoulder.
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/OC
Rating: Will be NC-17
Notes: For fun, I am going to tell a little back story from Luckiest/Last Man in the form of drabbles - 14 of them.
Day One
Disclaimer: All JKR’s unfortunately.
Day One:
The Potions Classroom: late Thursday afternoon:
“Bugger off, Ter,” hissed Marcus.
“What?” asked the Slytherin with an innocent look.
“I’ll be forced to kill you,” hissed Marcus.
“She’s just a girl,” teased Terrence Higgs. “You are not afraid of a little Ravenclaw girl, are you, mate?”
“No,” scowled Marcus Flint. He snuck a look at the oblivious Ravenclaw girl sitting across from them. His eyes slid down her body stopping at certain points with a lingering look. He watched her chew the end of her blue quill with hungry eyes. He had been watching her for weeks now. She was his favorite type of Ravenclaw, prim and innocent.
“Or are you afraid of someone else?” asked Terry with a drawl.
“Billy?” asked Marcus with a snort. “Are you completely fucking mad? I’ve been trying to break up with her for ages, now. For some reason, that crazy bint thinks I am kidding when I say ‘Billy, we are through’. She even caught me with Delilah.”
“How?”
“Delilah was giving me a blowjob after the last Quidditch game we had against Ravenclaw,” whispered Marcus. Snape’s eyes had lingered at their table a moment before. “I swear, what did Billy think? That Delilah was on her knees in front of me for some other reason? Honestly, nothing I do works.”
“So, what about this girl?” asked Terry with a shrewd look at his mate.
“I have never turned down a challenge,” said Marcus intently as the Ravenclaw turned to take something out of her book bag. He licked his lips in a very lascivious manner. He grinned as the flustered girl turned away quickly.
“That girl will take you at least a month,” said Ter lowly.
“Two weeks,” whispered Marcus. “I’ll have her in bed within two weeks.”
“Not a chance, Flint,” said Terry.
“Care to wager?” said Marcus arrogantly. “I’ll have her within two weeks or else…. I’ll -“
“Kiss Woody,” drawled Terry.
“Fuck, you are an arse Ter,” said Marcus a frown.
“Afraid, Flint?”
“Fuck no,” said Marcus. “I’ll take that bet. If I win, you have to snog Davies.”
“I hate Davies,” said Ter with a grimace.
“I know,” drawled Marcus. He gave his mate a sly look. Unknown to Higgs, he had been flirting with Persephone for weeks now. He had caught up to her last night and had coaxed a few kisses from her in a dark corridor. She had been shy but willing. The flirting was not just one way. He had caught her gazing at him occasionally and had been the recipient of a few shy smiles.
“You don’t have a chance, Flint,” whispered Terry. “Look at her. She is a virgin if I ever saw one. You’ll be lucky to get a French kiss from her within the month.”
Marcus gave Terry a slow smile. He had already had his tongue in her mouth last night. Marcus turned to look at her as he recalled the way she heated up after his tentative first kiss. He had made it sweet and unthreatening. But Persephone’s mouth had been so delicious that he couldn’t resist deepening the kiss and she had followed him every step of the way. He barely had to coax her mouth open. The hungry kisses that had followed had made his blood run hot. He had not been able to keep his eyes off of her today. Hence, Higgs’ interest. He had to make something up to cover his tracks. Now, he was looking forward to seeing Ter kiss Davies. Marcus gazed at Persephone with a hot, possessive gaze and smiled when she tossed him a covert flirtatious look over her shoulder.