Round One, Challenge 5 Voting
Under the cut you will find the drabbles and the voting for the fifth round of dmpp_ldws.
Notes
- Contestants are required to vote, but must not vote for themselves (if you do, your vote will not count).
- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was Critic.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
Drabble 1
Title: Women are Crazy
Word Count: 393
Rating: R
Warning: language (lots of it)
Summary: Why women are crazy and why men love them anyway.
“What the fuck?” Marcus Flint asked as he opened his door, looking Draco up and down. Marcus was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants and his hair was ruffled.
Draco nudged his way into Marcus’s flat. “Hey, Mate,” he said casually, putting down his suitcases in the foyer. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“Yeah, sure,” Marcus replied sarcastically. “In return, can I have a go with your wife?”
Draco shrugged and flung himself down on his friend’s couch. “Go ahead. I’m leaving that bitch anyway. She’s been enough trouble already. Why are you so irritable, anyway? Did I interrupt something?”
“Marcus?” a female voice called from the bedroom.
“Hold on a fucking second!” Marcus yelled back in her direction. “What the fuck? You’re leaving Pansy? Why?” He took a seat opposite Draco, listening intently.
“Fuck you!” the woman yelled back.
Marcus rolled his eyes.
“Who’s that?” Draco asked.
“Daphne Greengrass,” he said without any affection in his voice. “You can take her instead of Pansy-she’s crazy.” He shook his head mournfully. “What about Pansy?”
Draco took a cigarette from a nearby container and took a long drag on it. “She kept telling me all this ridiculous shit-”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “All women are like that when they’re eight months pregnant,” he interrupted.
“Get your fucking arse back in here!” Daphne shrieked.
“Shut the fuck up!” Marcus responded. “Women are crazy.”
“Well, listen to this. She’s recently taken to telling me that the child isn’t mine.”
Marcus whistled, clearly impressed.
Suddenly, there came a loud, impatient knock on the door. “Draco Malfoy, you motherfucking coward!” Pansy’s voice rang though into the living room.
Draco rushed to lock the door, but Pansy had already gotten inside, preceded by her round belly. “Are you seriously leaving me? You pathetic piece of shit-I’m pregnant!”
“I thought it’s not mine,” Draco replied, sneering.
Pansy slapped him as hard as she could. “Get your bags, we’re going home.”
Draco looked desperately between his wife’s brown eyes and Marcus, who was still smoking on the couch, and as he looked at Pansy, all the love he had for her came flooding back into his system as though injected through a syringe. She looked fragile to him, sweet and loving despite her wit. Marcus was right; women truly were crazy.
He sighed. “All right, let’s go.”
Drabble 2
Title: Pillow Talk
Word Count: 390
Rating: PG-13
Warning: implied sexual situations, nudity
Summary: Do you have to do that?
Pansy thinks she might find Draco's pillow talk endearing, if he ever had anything nice to say.
The first time, the lie together, breathless, on her sun-drenched bed. She rests her head against his chest even though he is bony and, in such hot weather, sharing body heat seems ill-advised.
She wants to tell him that it was special - but it seems overly sentimental to say so. So she wraps her arms around his waist and buries herself in his embrace.
"What cotton count are these sheets?" Draco asks suddenly and she almost jumps from the bed.
She has no idea, of course. She doesn't buy her own sheets. It doesn't seem to matter to Draco though.
He whines continously about how nothing less than a thousand count would ever be good enough for his first time. She smiles, glad that she was Draco's first.
Draco's 'helpful hints' don't patter out as he and Pansy grow closer. If anything, the get worse.
It starts as little comments about her wardrobe.
"Pink really doesn't suit you, Parkinson," he says just before a party.
And then it grows.
"Bobs are plebian, Parkinson," he mutters on September first.
And then it goes a little too far.
"Do you have to do that?" he asks with a loud sigh.
"What?" she asks, feeling more than a little vulnerable in her nudity. Her 'plebian' bob is finally growing out and this is meant to be a special night - their one year anniversary.
"I hate it when you do that thing with your mouth," he says and she has no idea what he's talking about and there is no way that she can stop it and she wants to cry - so she hits him.
Hard.
"Ouch!" he cries, a look of confusion on his face. His eyes beg for an explanation. His ignorance is astounding.
"Don't-," she starts, "don't critisize me, Malfoy."
They pull away from each other, sitting at opposite sides of the bed. This is not the reason why she spent tens of galleons on rose petals and fine wine. She hugs her knees.
"You-," he starts, looking as if every word pains him, "you have very pretty eyes."
It's a start, Pansy thinks, as she leans over and kisses him.
"And you're very pointy," she says, "don't you ever eat?"
Drabble 3
Title: The smallest decisions
Word Count: 399
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: He knew the time would come when he would have to choose.
"Enough, Draco." Hands on hips and eyes flashing anger, Pansy was a valkyrie come to call. "Tell me what you're up to, or we're through."
Draco sighed, and the tension behind his eyes intensified. "I'm not up to anything. You're imagining things."
He pulled her close for a distracting kiss, but she was having none of it.
"I don't think so." Her glare made his head pulse again, a dagger sharp stab of pain, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the darkness. "You disappear for hours, Greg and Vincent make up the most ridiculous excuses for where you've been, and you won't tell me anything. What am I supposed to think?"
Her voice wobbled and he slitted open one eye to look. Her blotched skin was a mismatch to her pixie features, and tears would only be a moment behind.
"Pansy?"
"Are you cheating?"
"No. I--"
"The truth!"
"I... I can't."
She closed her eyes, and the first tear slipped down her cheek. He reached for her, and she jerked away.
"Pansy, please..." He didn't want to hurt her, but she couldn't be a part of this. "I swear I'm not cheating. There could never be anyone else."
"Then tell me."
The tears streamed freely now, but her voice was cold and hard. She was slipping further with every second, and in a moment, it would be too late. His stomach roiled and his head pounded, but he had to choose.
"I have an assignment."
The confused question died on her lips when he stretched out his arm to her. Slowly, he rolled back his cuff. When the first twist of the serpent emerged from beneath his sleeve, she let out a little gasp. He didn't stop until the mark lay exposed, its coils dark and terrible.
"I can't tell you what I'm doing, but I'm not cheating."
"Oh, Draco." Envy, pride and despair, all in one. One finger traced the design, unafraid, and then she enfolded him in her arms.
"I don't want this to touch you. Please."
"But--"
"I want you safe."
She wiped the tears away. "I'll tell the girls we're sneaking off. They'll expect Greg's cover stories then. I'll hide out in the Library."
Crabbe was a constant critic, eager to seize control. Goyle knew nothing but dumb obedience. But Pansy understood.
"I love you."
"I know." Her smile softened. "Now go."
Voting
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Notes
- Contestants are required to vote, but must not vote for themselves (if you do, your vote will not count).
- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was Critic.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
Drabble 1
Title: Women are Crazy
Word Count: 393
Rating: R
Warning: language (lots of it)
Summary: Why women are crazy and why men love them anyway.
“What the fuck?” Marcus Flint asked as he opened his door, looking Draco up and down. Marcus was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants and his hair was ruffled.
Draco nudged his way into Marcus’s flat. “Hey, Mate,” he said casually, putting down his suitcases in the foyer. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“Yeah, sure,” Marcus replied sarcastically. “In return, can I have a go with your wife?”
Draco shrugged and flung himself down on his friend’s couch. “Go ahead. I’m leaving that bitch anyway. She’s been enough trouble already. Why are you so irritable, anyway? Did I interrupt something?”
“Marcus?” a female voice called from the bedroom.
“Hold on a fucking second!” Marcus yelled back in her direction. “What the fuck? You’re leaving Pansy? Why?” He took a seat opposite Draco, listening intently.
“Fuck you!” the woman yelled back.
Marcus rolled his eyes.
“Who’s that?” Draco asked.
“Daphne Greengrass,” he said without any affection in his voice. “You can take her instead of Pansy-she’s crazy.” He shook his head mournfully. “What about Pansy?”
Draco took a cigarette from a nearby container and took a long drag on it. “She kept telling me all this ridiculous shit-”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “All women are like that when they’re eight months pregnant,” he interrupted.
“Get your fucking arse back in here!” Daphne shrieked.
“Shut the fuck up!” Marcus responded. “Women are crazy.”
“Well, listen to this. She’s recently taken to telling me that the child isn’t mine.”
Marcus whistled, clearly impressed.
Suddenly, there came a loud, impatient knock on the door. “Draco Malfoy, you motherfucking coward!” Pansy’s voice rang though into the living room.
Draco rushed to lock the door, but Pansy had already gotten inside, preceded by her round belly. “Are you seriously leaving me? You pathetic piece of shit-I’m pregnant!”
“I thought it’s not mine,” Draco replied, sneering.
Pansy slapped him as hard as she could. “Get your bags, we’re going home.”
Draco looked desperately between his wife’s brown eyes and Marcus, who was still smoking on the couch, and as he looked at Pansy, all the love he had for her came flooding back into his system as though injected through a syringe. She looked fragile to him, sweet and loving despite her wit. Marcus was right; women truly were crazy.
He sighed. “All right, let’s go.”
Drabble 2
Title: Pillow Talk
Word Count: 390
Rating: PG-13
Warning: implied sexual situations, nudity
Summary: Do you have to do that?
Pansy thinks she might find Draco's pillow talk endearing, if he ever had anything nice to say.
The first time, the lie together, breathless, on her sun-drenched bed. She rests her head against his chest even though he is bony and, in such hot weather, sharing body heat seems ill-advised.
She wants to tell him that it was special - but it seems overly sentimental to say so. So she wraps her arms around his waist and buries herself in his embrace.
"What cotton count are these sheets?" Draco asks suddenly and she almost jumps from the bed.
She has no idea, of course. She doesn't buy her own sheets. It doesn't seem to matter to Draco though.
He whines continously about how nothing less than a thousand count would ever be good enough for his first time. She smiles, glad that she was Draco's first.
Draco's 'helpful hints' don't patter out as he and Pansy grow closer. If anything, the get worse.
It starts as little comments about her wardrobe.
"Pink really doesn't suit you, Parkinson," he says just before a party.
And then it grows.
"Bobs are plebian, Parkinson," he mutters on September first.
And then it goes a little too far.
"Do you have to do that?" he asks with a loud sigh.
"What?" she asks, feeling more than a little vulnerable in her nudity. Her 'plebian' bob is finally growing out and this is meant to be a special night - their one year anniversary.
"I hate it when you do that thing with your mouth," he says and she has no idea what he's talking about and there is no way that she can stop it and she wants to cry - so she hits him.
Hard.
"Ouch!" he cries, a look of confusion on his face. His eyes beg for an explanation. His ignorance is astounding.
"Don't-," she starts, "don't critisize me, Malfoy."
They pull away from each other, sitting at opposite sides of the bed. This is not the reason why she spent tens of galleons on rose petals and fine wine. She hugs her knees.
"You-," he starts, looking as if every word pains him, "you have very pretty eyes."
It's a start, Pansy thinks, as she leans over and kisses him.
"And you're very pointy," she says, "don't you ever eat?"
Drabble 3
Title: The smallest decisions
Word Count: 399
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: He knew the time would come when he would have to choose.
"Enough, Draco." Hands on hips and eyes flashing anger, Pansy was a valkyrie come to call. "Tell me what you're up to, or we're through."
Draco sighed, and the tension behind his eyes intensified. "I'm not up to anything. You're imagining things."
He pulled her close for a distracting kiss, but she was having none of it.
"I don't think so." Her glare made his head pulse again, a dagger sharp stab of pain, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the darkness. "You disappear for hours, Greg and Vincent make up the most ridiculous excuses for where you've been, and you won't tell me anything. What am I supposed to think?"
Her voice wobbled and he slitted open one eye to look. Her blotched skin was a mismatch to her pixie features, and tears would only be a moment behind.
"Pansy?"
"Are you cheating?"
"No. I--"
"The truth!"
"I... I can't."
She closed her eyes, and the first tear slipped down her cheek. He reached for her, and she jerked away.
"Pansy, please..." He didn't want to hurt her, but she couldn't be a part of this. "I swear I'm not cheating. There could never be anyone else."
"Then tell me."
The tears streamed freely now, but her voice was cold and hard. She was slipping further with every second, and in a moment, it would be too late. His stomach roiled and his head pounded, but he had to choose.
"I have an assignment."
The confused question died on her lips when he stretched out his arm to her. Slowly, he rolled back his cuff. When the first twist of the serpent emerged from beneath his sleeve, she let out a little gasp. He didn't stop until the mark lay exposed, its coils dark and terrible.
"I can't tell you what I'm doing, but I'm not cheating."
"Oh, Draco." Envy, pride and despair, all in one. One finger traced the design, unafraid, and then she enfolded him in her arms.
"I don't want this to touch you. Please."
"But--"
"I want you safe."
She wiped the tears away. "I'll tell the girls we're sneaking off. They'll expect Greg's cover stories then. I'll hide out in the Library."
Crabbe was a constant critic, eager to seize control. Goyle knew nothing but dumb obedience. But Pansy understood.
"I love you."
"I know." Her smile softened. "Now go."
Voting
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