Written for Valentine's Day 2012 Challenge Prompt 2
Title: She Was Supposed To Be His
Author: crissytje
Rating: R
Word Count: 555
Notes/Warning: Swear words, suggested sex and masturbation. The promps were chocolate, sexy and Patented Daydream Charm.
He knows he shouldn’t yet he can’t help himself. He’s addicted to it like she is to chocolate. Fumbling with the package in his pants pocket he made his way hurriedly through the halls, ignoring all the sickening couples in each other’s embrace he passed on his way to his common room.
He had actually planned to wait for another week before using it, as an early birthday present he had promised himself. But that was before he had stumbled upon what he had. He cursed under his breath and grinded his teeth. He had heard her volunteer to supervise the detention of that evil ferret and he had wanted to make sure she wasn’t harmed. And harmed she was indeed, polluted, dirtied, soiled, muddied by that savage beast. Muddied, he grimaced, how ironic.
She was supposed to be his. HIS! He deserved her and he had waited so long for her. She wasn’t supposed to have strayed off the right track. Pure as she was like an angel, sensible, innocent and especially virginal. Virginal, he snorted, well not anymore. He had seen enough of their … their fornication to be sure she wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Him curling her silky brown hair around his ogre fingers.
Her putting her cream colored arms around his greasy neck.
Him pulling her delicious mouthwatering body against his boney one.
Her soft cherry-red lips meeting his dirty ones halfway.
He panted like a horny pathetic teenage boy.
She moaned a sexy heaven sound.
A dropped belt.
Rustling of clothes.
The squeak of a chair that had to adjust to the weight of two people instead of one.
Spread legs.
A rough caress
A sweet whisper
A groan
A rasp
A thrust
“Draco”
“Hermione”
He shook his head to clear his mind of the disturbing images.
At first after seeing it he had been too shocked to do anything, numb and horrified. Then the disgust had come together with the need to forget and now the anger has finally caught up with him.
Driven by rage and desire, he made his way even quicker to his common room. Luckily the room was almost void of people or they were too engaged with each other to pay any attention to one pissed off and desperate male making his way to his shared bedroom. Closing the door with a bam and locking it with a spell, he made his way to his bed.
Stamping down the bit of guilt that arises every time he thinks of using it, using her without her permission, he fumbled with his belt buckle to get rid of it. Finally able to get it off, he ripped his pants en shirt off in his hurry to get naked and in his bed with the curtains closed so he could have his privacy. Taking his already hardened member out of his brief he gave it a few strokes with his hand to ease at least a bit of the tension that had built up by thinking of her. Enable to wait any longer he muttered a quick Silencio, shook the personalized Patented Daydream Charm out of his pocket, closed his curtains and with a last thought of him hexing the fucking ferret’s bits off and taking Hermione as his, he activated the charm.
Happy Valentine's day indeed.
Author: crissytje
Rating: R
Word Count: 555
Notes/Warning: Swear words, suggested sex and masturbation. The promps were chocolate, sexy and Patented Daydream Charm.
He knows he shouldn’t yet he can’t help himself. He’s addicted to it like she is to chocolate. Fumbling with the package in his pants pocket he made his way hurriedly through the halls, ignoring all the sickening couples in each other’s embrace he passed on his way to his common room.
He had actually planned to wait for another week before using it, as an early birthday present he had promised himself. But that was before he had stumbled upon what he had. He cursed under his breath and grinded his teeth. He had heard her volunteer to supervise the detention of that evil ferret and he had wanted to make sure she wasn’t harmed. And harmed she was indeed, polluted, dirtied, soiled, muddied by that savage beast. Muddied, he grimaced, how ironic.
She was supposed to be his. HIS! He deserved her and he had waited so long for her. She wasn’t supposed to have strayed off the right track. Pure as she was like an angel, sensible, innocent and especially virginal. Virginal, he snorted, well not anymore. He had seen enough of their … their fornication to be sure she wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Him curling her silky brown hair around his ogre fingers.
Her putting her cream colored arms around his greasy neck.
Him pulling her delicious mouthwatering body against his boney one.
Her soft cherry-red lips meeting his dirty ones halfway.
He panted like a horny pathetic teenage boy.
She moaned a sexy heaven sound.
A dropped belt.
Rustling of clothes.
The squeak of a chair that had to adjust to the weight of two people instead of one.
Spread legs.
A rough caress
A sweet whisper
A groan
A rasp
A thrust
“Draco”
“Hermione”
He shook his head to clear his mind of the disturbing images.
At first after seeing it he had been too shocked to do anything, numb and horrified. Then the disgust had come together with the need to forget and now the anger has finally caught up with him.
Driven by rage and desire, he made his way even quicker to his common room. Luckily the room was almost void of people or they were too engaged with each other to pay any attention to one pissed off and desperate male making his way to his shared bedroom. Closing the door with a bam and locking it with a spell, he made his way to his bed.
Stamping down the bit of guilt that arises every time he thinks of using it, using her without her permission, he fumbled with his belt buckle to get rid of it. Finally able to get it off, he ripped his pants en shirt off in his hurry to get naked and in his bed with the curtains closed so he could have his privacy. Taking his already hardened member out of his brief he gave it a few strokes with his hand to ease at least a bit of the tension that had built up by thinking of her. Enable to wait any longer he muttered a quick Silencio, shook the personalized Patented Daydream Charm out of his pocket, closed his curtains and with a last thought of him hexing the fucking ferret’s bits off and taking Hermione as his, he activated the charm.
Happy Valentine's day indeed.