Brooding Silence: DM/MM, TN/MM [1/1]
Title: Brooding Silence
Author: Royalty25
Characters: Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal and Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Unrequited
Word Count: 366
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Voyeurism
A/N: Written for Round One of hp_humpdrabbles.
Theodore never considered himself a voyeur, but his fascination with Morag changed him. He watched through his window as she made out with Draco and pulled him roughly onto her bed. Theodore regretted it wasn’t him between her legs. He couldn’t muster up the courage to ask her out, even though he lived across the way and worked in the Department of Mysteries with her. None of that mattered in this moment because he was enthralled by her body. There was something about the sway of her hips when she walked, the curl of her lips when she smiled and the bounce of her chestnut locks that captivated him.
Morag and Draco hastily undressed. They took turns kissing each other’s necks, lips and chests. Draco’s hands trailed up and down Morag’s body while Theodore imagined himself in Draco’s place. Morag mounted Draco and proceeded to rock her hips back and forth. Theodore could see Morag’s profile from his view of the scene and found himself biting his lips as his gaze lingered on her breasts. They were small, but round and pert. Draco moaned and placed his hands on her hips to increase her pace; Morag welcomed the change.
A few minutes later they switched positions and now Draco was behind her. Theodore couldn’t stop himself from judging Draco. He was slamming into her pretty hard and she threw her head back every so often, but Theodore knew he could do better. If he was in Draco’s place he would grab her by the hair and continue to slide in and out of her with ease while maintaining a certain pace. He would release her hair moments later then proceed to lean forward so he could bite her neck and shoulders. From their current display he could tell Morag was into the rough stuff.
Theodore was fascinated by her and when she climaxed he knew she was special. He couldn’t fully understand his lust for her, but he knew it wouldn’t be returned, not as long as he was silent. Theodore hated the way Draco took advantage of his brooding silence, but more importantly he hated that after all these years he remained an adamant observer.
Author: Royalty25
Characters: Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal and Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Unrequited
Word Count: 366
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Voyeurism
A/N: Written for Round One of hp_humpdrabbles.
Theodore never considered himself a voyeur, but his fascination with Morag changed him. He watched through his window as she made out with Draco and pulled him roughly onto her bed. Theodore regretted it wasn’t him between her legs. He couldn’t muster up the courage to ask her out, even though he lived across the way and worked in the Department of Mysteries with her. None of that mattered in this moment because he was enthralled by her body. There was something about the sway of her hips when she walked, the curl of her lips when she smiled and the bounce of her chestnut locks that captivated him.
Morag and Draco hastily undressed. They took turns kissing each other’s necks, lips and chests. Draco’s hands trailed up and down Morag’s body while Theodore imagined himself in Draco’s place. Morag mounted Draco and proceeded to rock her hips back and forth. Theodore could see Morag’s profile from his view of the scene and found himself biting his lips as his gaze lingered on her breasts. They were small, but round and pert. Draco moaned and placed his hands on her hips to increase her pace; Morag welcomed the change.
A few minutes later they switched positions and now Draco was behind her. Theodore couldn’t stop himself from judging Draco. He was slamming into her pretty hard and she threw her head back every so often, but Theodore knew he could do better. If he was in Draco’s place he would grab her by the hair and continue to slide in and out of her with ease while maintaining a certain pace. He would release her hair moments later then proceed to lean forward so he could bite her neck and shoulders. From their current display he could tell Morag was into the rough stuff.
Theodore was fascinated by her and when she climaxed he knew she was special. He couldn’t fully understand his lust for her, but he knew it wouldn’t be returned, not as long as he was silent. Theodore hated the way Draco took advantage of his brooding silence, but more importantly he hated that after all these years he remained an adamant observer.