Drabble - The Things We Do For Love
Title: The Things We Do For Love
Author: byaghro
Word Count: 266
Pairing: AS/S
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Small sexual reference.
Prompts: Genre/Cliché: Cross-Dressing Word: Listen (or any form of that word)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's notes: (1) Written for ass_ldws Round 1 Week 3
(2) Beta-ed by dysonrules
Summary: How does Scorpius get himself into these situations?
Scorpius glared at himself in the mirror before turning to glare at Albus instead. Albus, who looked adorable in his frilly skirt and green wig.
“I look ridiculous.”
Al grinned. “I think you look lovely.”
Scorpius fidgeted with his matching blue skirt and ruffled shirt. “I look ridiculous.”
Al snagged his hand and dragged Scorpius back in front of the mirror. He draped his arms around Scorpius’ waist and propped his chin on Scorpius’ shoulder. “You look edible to me. And listen,” he paused dramatically.
Scorpius couldn’t hear anything beyond the usual noises of their dorm. “What?”
“Can’t you hear it? The sound of your Grandfather Malfoy rolling over in his grave.”
That managed to bring a smile to Scorpius’ face. “He would be horrified, wouldn’t he?”
Scorpius studied himself critically in the mirror. His smoky eyes and sparkly blue lips were so foreign, and yet he didn’t look that unlike himself. It was… odd.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he groused, more for show than out of genuine irritation.
“Oh come on,” Al said, adjusting his corset, “we’ll be the cutest girls at the dance.”
Scorpius scowled. “I am not a girl, Albus.”
Al’s grin turned wicked. “I know,” he whispered, “and to prove it, later on tonight I intend to bend you over a desk in the potions classroom, lift that cute little skirt, and fuck you until you ruin the ruffles.”
Scorpius swayed in his heels. “Let’s get this over with,” he said in a strangled voice.
Albus took his arm and led him to the Halloween masquerade.
Author: byaghro
Word Count: 266
Pairing: AS/S
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Small sexual reference.
Prompts: Genre/Cliché: Cross-Dressing Word: Listen (or any form of that word)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's notes: (1) Written for ass_ldws Round 1 Week 3
(2) Beta-ed by dysonrules
Summary: How does Scorpius get himself into these situations?
Scorpius glared at himself in the mirror before turning to glare at Albus instead. Albus, who looked adorable in his frilly skirt and green wig.
“I look ridiculous.”
Al grinned. “I think you look lovely.”
Scorpius fidgeted with his matching blue skirt and ruffled shirt. “I look ridiculous.”
Al snagged his hand and dragged Scorpius back in front of the mirror. He draped his arms around Scorpius’ waist and propped his chin on Scorpius’ shoulder. “You look edible to me. And listen,” he paused dramatically.
Scorpius couldn’t hear anything beyond the usual noises of their dorm. “What?”
“Can’t you hear it? The sound of your Grandfather Malfoy rolling over in his grave.”
That managed to bring a smile to Scorpius’ face. “He would be horrified, wouldn’t he?”
Scorpius studied himself critically in the mirror. His smoky eyes and sparkly blue lips were so foreign, and yet he didn’t look that unlike himself. It was… odd.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he groused, more for show than out of genuine irritation.
“Oh come on,” Al said, adjusting his corset, “we’ll be the cutest girls at the dance.”
Scorpius scowled. “I am not a girl, Albus.”
Al’s grin turned wicked. “I know,” he whispered, “and to prove it, later on tonight I intend to bend you over a desk in the potions classroom, lift that cute little skirt, and fuck you until you ruin the ruffles.”
Scorpius swayed in his heels. “Let’s get this over with,” he said in a strangled voice.
Albus took his arm and led him to the Halloween masquerade.