Irritating Obligations
Just one for today, folks. I could barely write this one, and it is hardly up to my personal scratch. Then again, I'm picky. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!
Title: Irritating Obligations
Author: teenage_hustler
Rating: PG, suggestive language, I guess.
Words: 458
Notes/Warnings: Eugh, OK, I’m so tired today that I apologise in advance. I’m hoping you’ll derive some joy out of it, but I don’t think it’s very original or clever at all. Not compared to come of my others anyway.
Prompts:
2. You’re a rotten drunk… always have been.
3. You are so beautiful it hurts.
4. Man, I am one good-lookin’ son-of-a-bitch…
Draco straightened his tie and gave his jacket one last self-satisfied flick as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Man, he thought, these may be muggle clothes, but they are seriously nice! I’d almost consider wearing them on a regular basis.
Of course, the fact that I am one good-lookin’ son-of-a-bitch helps things along to a great extent.
The sound of a door opening roused Draco from his musings. He turned around to see his girlfriend entering the room.
And what a sight she was to behold. Draco knew that Hermione didn’t find herself particularly attractive; something that had always confused him, but there was no way that she could possibly not find herself a knock-out right then. Her dress was made of a silky emerald-green fabric, running along the contours of her body until it reached her waist, at which point it fanned out into a swishing skirt that reached her ankles. Her make-up was subtle and flawless, but her hair was what made the ensemble breath-taking. She had charmed it to flow half-way down her back in chocolate-brown curls, then added an extra spell that made the curls glitter, ever-so-subtly, in the light.
Draco’s mouth dropped upon seeing her, which Hermione took to be a bad sign.
“What is it?” she asked, immediately worried. “Is the dress too much, do you think? Mum thought it was perfect but she can get a little carried away…”
Draco, after some effort, managed to re-hinge his jaw. He sauntered up to Hermione and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.
“My darling,” he said. “You are so beautiful it hurts.”
Hermione raised an amused eyebrow in response. “And you’re a rotten drunk… always have been.”
“Hey! I’m not drunk… yet.” His fingers laced themselves around one of her sparkling locks of hair. “Does muggle booze even make people drunk?”
“It can do,” Hermione replied. “One time my Uncle Roger had a few too many red wines… it wasn’t pretty.”
“Mmm.” Draco considered the curl he was holding. “Do we really have to go to this thing, love? I mean, I know it’s a wedding, and it’s special, but it’s not like she’s a close relative… and I could think of something we can do right here that doesn’t involve any fancy clothing.”
“Really?” Hermione asked wryly. She removed herself from Draco’s grasp, beckoning him to the front door. “We do, I’m afraid. But don’t worry; we shouldn’t have to stay there for too long. You might even enjoy yourself, you know.”
Draco snorted in a most un-Draco-like way. “Not likely. As I’ve said before, if it doesn’t involve fondling you, I don’t find it fun.”
Hermione grinned. “Who said that you wouldn’t get a chance to fondle me?”
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Title: Irritating Obligations
Author: teenage_hustler
Rating: PG, suggestive language, I guess.
Words: 458
Notes/Warnings: Eugh, OK, I’m so tired today that I apologise in advance. I’m hoping you’ll derive some joy out of it, but I don’t think it’s very original or clever at all. Not compared to come of my others anyway.
Prompts:
2. You’re a rotten drunk… always have been.
3. You are so beautiful it hurts.
4. Man, I am one good-lookin’ son-of-a-bitch…
Draco straightened his tie and gave his jacket one last self-satisfied flick as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Man, he thought, these may be muggle clothes, but they are seriously nice! I’d almost consider wearing them on a regular basis.
Of course, the fact that I am one good-lookin’ son-of-a-bitch helps things along to a great extent.
The sound of a door opening roused Draco from his musings. He turned around to see his girlfriend entering the room.
And what a sight she was to behold. Draco knew that Hermione didn’t find herself particularly attractive; something that had always confused him, but there was no way that she could possibly not find herself a knock-out right then. Her dress was made of a silky emerald-green fabric, running along the contours of her body until it reached her waist, at which point it fanned out into a swishing skirt that reached her ankles. Her make-up was subtle and flawless, but her hair was what made the ensemble breath-taking. She had charmed it to flow half-way down her back in chocolate-brown curls, then added an extra spell that made the curls glitter, ever-so-subtly, in the light.
Draco’s mouth dropped upon seeing her, which Hermione took to be a bad sign.
“What is it?” she asked, immediately worried. “Is the dress too much, do you think? Mum thought it was perfect but she can get a little carried away…”
Draco, after some effort, managed to re-hinge his jaw. He sauntered up to Hermione and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.
“My darling,” he said. “You are so beautiful it hurts.”
Hermione raised an amused eyebrow in response. “And you’re a rotten drunk… always have been.”
“Hey! I’m not drunk… yet.” His fingers laced themselves around one of her sparkling locks of hair. “Does muggle booze even make people drunk?”
“It can do,” Hermione replied. “One time my Uncle Roger had a few too many red wines… it wasn’t pretty.”
“Mmm.” Draco considered the curl he was holding. “Do we really have to go to this thing, love? I mean, I know it’s a wedding, and it’s special, but it’s not like she’s a close relative… and I could think of something we can do right here that doesn’t involve any fancy clothing.”
“Really?” Hermione asked wryly. She removed herself from Draco’s grasp, beckoning him to the front door. “We do, I’m afraid. But don’t worry; we shouldn’t have to stay there for too long. You might even enjoy yourself, you know.”
Draco snorted in a most un-Draco-like way. “Not likely. As I’ve said before, if it doesn’t involve fondling you, I don’t find it fun.”
Hermione grinned. “Who said that you wouldn’t get a chance to fondle me?”
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