Keraunophilia
Title: Keraunophilia
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Morag MacDougal/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kissing? Ooh scary.
Notes: None
Summary: An encounter in the rain.
The first time he saw her after the café is three weeks later, after a battle. It was raining hard, thunder booming through the sky, and to avoid having Apparition tracked he was walking home from a nearby Floo connection, and when passing the giant monolithic stones, he saw her.
At first he just thought it was an illusion, something conjured by his frustrated and tired mind, that could not forget the way she had felt around him in that tired, disgusting Muggle bathroom, her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, the way her head had fallen back in pleasure…and then he realised she was really there.
It was wild, primal almost, the way the rain was cascading down over her skin and the tight dragonhide that accentuated every curve. She had obviously just had a kill, because her hands were bloody, and the rain dove it down in rivulets over her skin, down her arms and thighs like drops of mercury. It was fascinating, and he forgot, for a moment, the way the water had slicked down his hair against his skull, and the way his fingers were frozen, even through the warming charms on his gloves.
Lightning lit the sky, and she threw her head back, as the thunder rumbled overhead, and the expression of rapture on her face, moved him before he even knew what he was doing. He strode over to her, in the midst of the ancient circle, and took hold of her face, the leather of his gloves encasing either side of her jaw as he tilted her head up and kissed her passionately.
She didn’t even waste a moment or act surprised, and in that moment, when she wrapped her arm around his neck, he was lost.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Morag MacDougal/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kissing? Ooh scary.
Notes: None
Summary: An encounter in the rain.
The first time he saw her after the café is three weeks later, after a battle. It was raining hard, thunder booming through the sky, and to avoid having Apparition tracked he was walking home from a nearby Floo connection, and when passing the giant monolithic stones, he saw her.
At first he just thought it was an illusion, something conjured by his frustrated and tired mind, that could not forget the way she had felt around him in that tired, disgusting Muggle bathroom, her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, the way her head had fallen back in pleasure…and then he realised she was really there.
It was wild, primal almost, the way the rain was cascading down over her skin and the tight dragonhide that accentuated every curve. She had obviously just had a kill, because her hands were bloody, and the rain dove it down in rivulets over her skin, down her arms and thighs like drops of mercury. It was fascinating, and he forgot, for a moment, the way the water had slicked down his hair against his skull, and the way his fingers were frozen, even through the warming charms on his gloves.
Lightning lit the sky, and she threw her head back, as the thunder rumbled overhead, and the expression of rapture on her face, moved him before he even knew what he was doing. He strode over to her, in the midst of the ancient circle, and took hold of her face, the leather of his gloves encasing either side of her jaw as he tilted her head up and kissed her passionately.
She didn’t even waste a moment or act surprised, and in that moment, when she wrapped her arm around his neck, he was lost.