DRABBLE!
Title: The Sting of Humiliation
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Draco tries to take advantage of a situation he finds himself in.
Characters: Draco/Ginny
Word Count: 972
Author’s Notes: This is entirely adelagia’s fault. I wrote it in about a half hour following a few lj comments. It’s unbetad, so if you see anything that makes your eyes bleed just mention it *g*
THE STING OF HUMILIATION
Draco scanned the grounds intently. When he couldn’t find his quarry in the immediate area, he took a few steps towards the lake. She liked the lake, so it made sense that she’d head to its banks when the opportunity presented itself, and the opportunity was certainly presenting itself today. The weather was glorious, for a change, and the grounds of Hogwarts were teeming with students seeking some sunshine.
He smirked when he spotted her splashing her feet in the shallows. If there was one person he understood it was Ginny. So typical, he thought to himself as he wandered down the bank. Only Ginny would do something so childish. Envy was a dirty feeling, but he couldn’t help it sometimes. She was so carefree and other peoples’ opinions simply didn’t matter to her.
“Are you going to paddle around with the Giant Squid all afternoon or are you going to grace me with your presence?” Draco called when he got close enough.
“Why don’t you join me?” Ginny suggested with a cheeky smile.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Draco responded seriously.
Ginny pouted. “Why not?”
“Unlike you, I have to maintain a certain level of-“
“Rubbish!” Ginny cut him off. “Come on.”
“No, Ginevra,” Draco expressed sternly.
She sighed heavily. “Fine then, but just so you know, if my feet fry it’ll be your fault.”
“I’ll take complete responsibility,” Draco replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Ginny stomped out of the water, much to Draco’s amusement. She was hopeless at pretending to be put out and often overacted in such situations. He settled himself on the very edge of the grass, where her book bag sat unattended, and waited patiently for her to join him.
“The water was lovely,” Ginny commented as she sat down next to him.
“I’ll take your word for it,” Draco answered evenly.
“Don’t you ever feel like doing something crazy? Dancing in the rain? Running naked through the castle? Inciting a food fight-“
“No,” Draco cut in, before her imagination could run away with its fanciful dreams.
She sighed and settled her head against his shoulder. “I suppose you just want to get on with studying?”
“We don’t have to dive right in, if you don’t want to.” Draco’s arm snaked around her shoulders.
“We should be doing something more exciting than studying on a day like this,” Ginny muttered.
“Like what?” Draco asked absently, as he tried to discreetly readjust his position on the grass.
“Like swimming!”
“Ginevra, we’re not allowed to swim in the lake,” Draco reminded her. “Besides, the water is freezing.”
“No one will see us,” Ginny argued.
“We’re not-“ Draco frowned and lifted the left side of his backside. “-going swimming.”
“You’re boring,” Ginny complained playfully.
“You’re naughty,” Draco countered.
“You love that about me,” Ginny purred as she tugged on his green and silver school tie.
“It is one of your better qualities,” Draco ground out painfully. “I think we need to-”
He suddenly jumped to his feet and started swatting at his legs.
“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, getting to her feet as well and looking at him with genuine concern.
“Something’s biting-“
Draco couldn’t stand the pain any longer. He reached for his belt buckle and fumbled around until it fell open, then he ripped his trousers down to his ankles. Not satisfied that he would have clear passage to all his attackers, he clawed at his silk boxers, ripping them to the ground as well. It felt like his entire body was crawling with spiders or something.
Between slapping at himself and cursing, he registered Ginny’s shocked gasp, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, at least not until the stinging bites ceased.
“Ants! You sat in an ants’ nest,” Ginny exclaimed. “Hold still. They’re crawling all over your arse.”
Whether it was the sting of the slap or the humiliation of having her assist him with such a problem, Draco didn’t know, but he couldn’t hold back a cry as her hand landed on his tender flesh. After a while, it became clear that the ants were ducking for cover, so to speak, and he had to extract some from the most delicate of places.
“I can’t see anymore,” Ginny said quietly. “Can you feel any crawling over-err- elsewhere?”
“No,” Draco uttered breathlessly. “I think I got them all. I hope I got them all.”
“You’ve got some nasty bites,” Ginny muttered sorrowfully. “You’ll have to see Madam Pomfrey-“
“I am not dropping my pants in front of that old-“
“Draco, you need a potion or something,” Ginny insisted.
“I’ll be fine,” Draco replied.
“If you say so,” Ginny answered, looking out to the lake.
Draco looked around. He hadn’t thought that anyone else might have heard or seen the commotion until this moment, and he was pleased to note that no one else seemed particularly interested in anything they were doing. His eyes drifted down his body. It was true that he’d have to seek some medical attention to take the heat out of some of the welts, but that could wait until later, when Ginny wouldn’t be aware of the embarrassment he was likely to suffer.
“So,” Draco started.
“So?” Ginny repeated.
“You know my boxers never hit the ground without a purpose,” Draco continued with a cheeky quirk of his eyebrows.
Ginny raised an eyebrow quizzically and looked him up and down. “That maybe so, but you might want to do something about that really large welt on your-your-thingy before you think about letting it out to play.”
As Draco glanced down his eyes grew wide with horror. It seemed there were welts popping up all over his lower body. “I might see if Madam Pomfrey is available.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Draco tries to take advantage of a situation he finds himself in.
Characters: Draco/Ginny
Word Count: 972
Author’s Notes: This is entirely adelagia’s fault. I wrote it in about a half hour following a few lj comments. It’s unbetad, so if you see anything that makes your eyes bleed just mention it *g*
THE STING OF HUMILIATION
Draco scanned the grounds intently. When he couldn’t find his quarry in the immediate area, he took a few steps towards the lake. She liked the lake, so it made sense that she’d head to its banks when the opportunity presented itself, and the opportunity was certainly presenting itself today. The weather was glorious, for a change, and the grounds of Hogwarts were teeming with students seeking some sunshine.
He smirked when he spotted her splashing her feet in the shallows. If there was one person he understood it was Ginny. So typical, he thought to himself as he wandered down the bank. Only Ginny would do something so childish. Envy was a dirty feeling, but he couldn’t help it sometimes. She was so carefree and other peoples’ opinions simply didn’t matter to her.
“Are you going to paddle around with the Giant Squid all afternoon or are you going to grace me with your presence?” Draco called when he got close enough.
“Why don’t you join me?” Ginny suggested with a cheeky smile.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Draco responded seriously.
Ginny pouted. “Why not?”
“Unlike you, I have to maintain a certain level of-“
“Rubbish!” Ginny cut him off. “Come on.”
“No, Ginevra,” Draco expressed sternly.
She sighed heavily. “Fine then, but just so you know, if my feet fry it’ll be your fault.”
“I’ll take complete responsibility,” Draco replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Ginny stomped out of the water, much to Draco’s amusement. She was hopeless at pretending to be put out and often overacted in such situations. He settled himself on the very edge of the grass, where her book bag sat unattended, and waited patiently for her to join him.
“The water was lovely,” Ginny commented as she sat down next to him.
“I’ll take your word for it,” Draco answered evenly.
“Don’t you ever feel like doing something crazy? Dancing in the rain? Running naked through the castle? Inciting a food fight-“
“No,” Draco cut in, before her imagination could run away with its fanciful dreams.
She sighed and settled her head against his shoulder. “I suppose you just want to get on with studying?”
“We don’t have to dive right in, if you don’t want to.” Draco’s arm snaked around her shoulders.
“We should be doing something more exciting than studying on a day like this,” Ginny muttered.
“Like what?” Draco asked absently, as he tried to discreetly readjust his position on the grass.
“Like swimming!”
“Ginevra, we’re not allowed to swim in the lake,” Draco reminded her. “Besides, the water is freezing.”
“No one will see us,” Ginny argued.
“We’re not-“ Draco frowned and lifted the left side of his backside. “-going swimming.”
“You’re boring,” Ginny complained playfully.
“You’re naughty,” Draco countered.
“You love that about me,” Ginny purred as she tugged on his green and silver school tie.
“It is one of your better qualities,” Draco ground out painfully. “I think we need to-”
He suddenly jumped to his feet and started swatting at his legs.
“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, getting to her feet as well and looking at him with genuine concern.
“Something’s biting-“
Draco couldn’t stand the pain any longer. He reached for his belt buckle and fumbled around until it fell open, then he ripped his trousers down to his ankles. Not satisfied that he would have clear passage to all his attackers, he clawed at his silk boxers, ripping them to the ground as well. It felt like his entire body was crawling with spiders or something.
Between slapping at himself and cursing, he registered Ginny’s shocked gasp, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, at least not until the stinging bites ceased.
“Ants! You sat in an ants’ nest,” Ginny exclaimed. “Hold still. They’re crawling all over your arse.”
Whether it was the sting of the slap or the humiliation of having her assist him with such a problem, Draco didn’t know, but he couldn’t hold back a cry as her hand landed on his tender flesh. After a while, it became clear that the ants were ducking for cover, so to speak, and he had to extract some from the most delicate of places.
“I can’t see anymore,” Ginny said quietly. “Can you feel any crawling over-err- elsewhere?”
“No,” Draco uttered breathlessly. “I think I got them all. I hope I got them all.”
“You’ve got some nasty bites,” Ginny muttered sorrowfully. “You’ll have to see Madam Pomfrey-“
“I am not dropping my pants in front of that old-“
“Draco, you need a potion or something,” Ginny insisted.
“I’ll be fine,” Draco replied.
“If you say so,” Ginny answered, looking out to the lake.
Draco looked around. He hadn’t thought that anyone else might have heard or seen the commotion until this moment, and he was pleased to note that no one else seemed particularly interested in anything they were doing. His eyes drifted down his body. It was true that he’d have to seek some medical attention to take the heat out of some of the welts, but that could wait until later, when Ginny wouldn’t be aware of the embarrassment he was likely to suffer.
“So,” Draco started.
“So?” Ginny repeated.
“You know my boxers never hit the ground without a purpose,” Draco continued with a cheeky quirk of his eyebrows.
Ginny raised an eyebrow quizzically and looked him up and down. “That maybe so, but you might want to do something about that really large welt on your-your-thingy before you think about letting it out to play.”
As Draco glanced down his eyes grew wide with horror. It seemed there were welts popping up all over his lower body. “I might see if Madam Pomfrey is available.”