An Awkward Encounter Involving Pirates
I just joined this community! So, I got it in my head that it would be really fun to write a drabble rather than my thesis. Unfortunately I didn't have any good ideas, so I went with a bad one (: Hey, anything that involves pirates can't be all bad, right? (fingers crossed!) Hope you enjoy! I would really appreciate some feedback!
Title: An Awkward Encounter Involving Pirates
Author: imogen_penn
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 547
She supposed the location wasn’t exactly private. Still, she’d thought, when she had left the castle looking for a bit of solitude, that she would be left alone out on the rise overlooking Hagrid’s hut.
However, here she was, making a desperate grab at her novel which was currently being held aloft by an infinitely amused looking Draco Malfoy.
It wouldn’t have been anything more than a minor annoyance. Nothing she couldn’t handle. Except that the particular book he had snatched from her happened to have the words The Pirate and his Wench emblazoned in gold lettering across the front, with the clever caption “He could take her body, but could he take her heart?” (he could, in fact, if you were wondering) doing little to cover the picture of a scantily clad woman being ravaged by a shirtless pirate.
Well, she thought to herself, at least it wasn’t a wizarding picture.
“Always have to have your nose in a book, don’t you Granger?” he sneered. “What’s this muggle trash that you’re reading?” He flipped the book open at random and began to read aloud.
“He pushed her up against the bulkhead, her heaving bosoms straining against the thin, damp fabric of her corset.”
Good lord. He had to have opened it to this part.
“She could feel his throbbing…” Malfoy trailed off abruptly. A distinctly pink color marring his otherwise flawless complexion. He looked, Hermione realised, quite uncomfortably embarrassed.
Advantage Granger.
“His throbbing what Malfoy? I hadn’t quite got to that part yet? Is it his sword?” She asked innocently.
Malfoy made an indistinct noise.
“Oh don’t stop now!” said Hermione a little breathlessly, really beginning to enjoy herself. “Does she like it? Does she like having his throbbing sword pressed up against her heaving…”
“For Merlin’s sake Granger!” Malfoy finally interrupted, pulling his cloak around himself. No doubt to guard against the stiff breeze. Maybe that was why his face looked quite distinctly blotchy.
He didn’t seem to be intending to continue his outburst.
“May I have my book back Malfoy?” She asked, holding her hand out expectantly.
He stepped towards her, snapping the book shut somewhat reluctantly and passing it over. He was looking at her with a rather fixed expression.
“Something in my teeth Malfoy?” she asked cuttingly, “or are you just enjoying the view.”
He managed something approaching his trademark smirk.
“In your dreams Granger. You have a leaf on your bosom…I mean chest…I mean heaving…” He had the good sense to shut his mouth before it got any worse.
“My heaving what?” Hermione asked politely.
“Oh sod off Granger!” He shouted, his cheeks blushing an even deeper red. Then, turning on his heel, he marched off with as much dignity as he could muster.
She watched him go with a grin before settling back down to enjoy her novel. Somewhere along the way, however, the pirate captain’s hair become silvery blond in her mind, and his eyes a steely grey. By the time she got to the part about the bulkhead and the throbbing member, the captain was distinctly Malfoy-esque.
“Buggering git has ruined the whole book for me now, prancing around shirtless in my head.” She grumbled, putting it down in disgust.
She immediately picked it up again and continued.
Title: An Awkward Encounter Involving Pirates
Author: imogen_penn
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 547
She supposed the location wasn’t exactly private. Still, she’d thought, when she had left the castle looking for a bit of solitude, that she would be left alone out on the rise overlooking Hagrid’s hut.
However, here she was, making a desperate grab at her novel which was currently being held aloft by an infinitely amused looking Draco Malfoy.
It wouldn’t have been anything more than a minor annoyance. Nothing she couldn’t handle. Except that the particular book he had snatched from her happened to have the words The Pirate and his Wench emblazoned in gold lettering across the front, with the clever caption “He could take her body, but could he take her heart?” (he could, in fact, if you were wondering) doing little to cover the picture of a scantily clad woman being ravaged by a shirtless pirate.
Well, she thought to herself, at least it wasn’t a wizarding picture.
“Always have to have your nose in a book, don’t you Granger?” he sneered. “What’s this muggle trash that you’re reading?” He flipped the book open at random and began to read aloud.
“He pushed her up against the bulkhead, her heaving bosoms straining against the thin, damp fabric of her corset.”
Good lord. He had to have opened it to this part.
“She could feel his throbbing…” Malfoy trailed off abruptly. A distinctly pink color marring his otherwise flawless complexion. He looked, Hermione realised, quite uncomfortably embarrassed.
Advantage Granger.
“His throbbing what Malfoy? I hadn’t quite got to that part yet? Is it his sword?” She asked innocently.
Malfoy made an indistinct noise.
“Oh don’t stop now!” said Hermione a little breathlessly, really beginning to enjoy herself. “Does she like it? Does she like having his throbbing sword pressed up against her heaving…”
“For Merlin’s sake Granger!” Malfoy finally interrupted, pulling his cloak around himself. No doubt to guard against the stiff breeze. Maybe that was why his face looked quite distinctly blotchy.
He didn’t seem to be intending to continue his outburst.
“May I have my book back Malfoy?” She asked, holding her hand out expectantly.
He stepped towards her, snapping the book shut somewhat reluctantly and passing it over. He was looking at her with a rather fixed expression.
“Something in my teeth Malfoy?” she asked cuttingly, “or are you just enjoying the view.”
He managed something approaching his trademark smirk.
“In your dreams Granger. You have a leaf on your bosom…I mean chest…I mean heaving…” He had the good sense to shut his mouth before it got any worse.
“My heaving what?” Hermione asked politely.
“Oh sod off Granger!” He shouted, his cheeks blushing an even deeper red. Then, turning on his heel, he marched off with as much dignity as he could muster.
She watched him go with a grin before settling back down to enjoy her novel. Somewhere along the way, however, the pirate captain’s hair become silvery blond in her mind, and his eyes a steely grey. By the time she got to the part about the bulkhead and the throbbing member, the captain was distinctly Malfoy-esque.
“Buggering git has ruined the whole book for me now, prancing around shirtless in my head.” She grumbled, putting it down in disgust.
She immediately picked it up again and continued.