Odd D/Hr short fics...
The Inevitable
Author: Quin Firefrorefiddle
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned herein and am making no money from this story. The phrase "surprise of the inevitable" is from "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" and has always caught my imagination.
Author's Note: A drabble, to me, has always meant exactly 100 words. Thus, these are what I give you.
***
She stood, waiting. She had thought speaking her piece would be the hard part, but once she had started, it flowed well enough. This wait, on the other hand, was interminable. Her pride kept her there, her courage helped her stand.
Yes or no. One or the other. A beginning or closure. She had to have one or the other. She had waited to long to be denied some sort of response.
He sighed. And responded. And though she had prepared herself, the "surprise of the inevitable" still hit her heart with a force she had not expected. She left.
***
Her admission stunned him. He had known, obviously. She hadn't been subtle at all.
And it wasn't as though he didn't return them. He did, wholeheartedly. She was simply wonderful.
But he couldn't say yes. So many reasons, none of them good enough to stand up alone, but together they meant he couldn't have her. Not until many, many things changed. Not for a long time.
He had known this for a long time, and resigned himself to it. But the "surprise of the inevitable" still hit his heart with a force he had not expected. He watched her leave.
Title: Not Important or Groundbreaking
Author: Quin Firefrorefiddle
Word Count: 243
Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to own them, it apparently isn't going to happen unless I'm secretly in Ms. Rowling's will without knowing it. Which I doubt.
***
"Being passive aggressive is really very unattractive, you know."
He continued to pout.
"And you should know by now that pouting won't affect me."
He moistened his lips. Then, he continued to pout.
"I have more willpower than you do, we both know that."
A smirk twitched... no, not really. He continued to pout.
"I mean look at this objectively. I always get it out of you."
He blinked. Not in an important or groundbreaking way. Just an ordinary blink, his thin eyelashes fluttered a bit and that was all. And then, you guessed it, he continued to pout.
"Granted sometimes it takes longer than others."
He apparently had grown bored with pouting, and had moved on to moping. It suited his features better. She was sure he was aware of this.
"But eventually, you will tell me what you want, may as well be now as later."
He continued to mope. He knew what he was good at.
"Oh, honestly! You take this policy of not going to bed angry entirely too seriously sometimes!"
He sighed. The rise and fall of his toned chest was fairly dramatic. And then he continued to mope.
She stomped her foot once. And then something entirely new occurred to her. Well, maybe not entirely. But, suddenly she knew what he wanted.
He saw the idea occur to her and licked his lips again, in preparation.
And as she kissed him, quite thoroughly, he stopped moping.
Resignation?
Author: Quin Firefrorefiddle
Disclaimer: I own none of the following characters. I promise to be a good girl... will I get a Draco of my very own if I am?
Word Count: 437
***
I wish I could say it. I wish I could just walk up and say it to his face. It might even startle a reaction out of him. Oooh, I do wish I could say it. Just saunter up in the middle of a sunny afternoon and smirk, one of his smirks, one of the ones he taught me, and say, "Do you think I don't know about the other women, Draco?" I can see the look on his face now.
I'll never do it. I know that. I'm actually resigned to it, and almost comfortable with it. I can certainly deal with it. (If I can deal with Ron falling in love with Viktor without batting an eyelash I can certainly deal with an adulterous husband.)
It isn't as though he's blatant about it. He's been so careful, so discreet; it's taken me until the past year to figure it out. A year ago today, I was going over the accounts, and realized just what half of his "Private Expense Account" was going towards. I remember the feelings I had at first. It's a good thing he was on a business trip or I might have hexed him beyond recognition. But I moved past that a long time ago.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not fond of the idea that my husband frequents... "scarlet women" as Ron used to call them. But it isn't as though he'll leave me for one of them. And he still treats me well, in fact there isn't really much difference from when we first got married. He's courteous, chivalrous on occasion, affectionate... we still have quite a... an active sex life. I'm still fascinated by the way his mind works and he's still slightly possessive of me.
It's just that now, he's meeting hookers on his lunch breaks.
I thought about leaving him. I did. I mulled over the idea for weeks. But I decided not to. Not for the money, of course. I've gotten used to it, it has been ten years, but I don't really need it. No, the truth is really much more depressing, in a way.
I simply can't live without him.
I will accept this... flaw, because in return for this I get to be married to Draco Malfoy, the man I've adored for well over a decade. He is necessary to me. I can live with this because I have to live with him. But that doesn't mean I don't wish I could say it, sometimes.
I wish he'd start cleaning the cheap lipstick off his collars again. It's so hard to get out.
Author: Quin Firefrorefiddle
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned herein and am making no money from this story. The phrase "surprise of the inevitable" is from "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" and has always caught my imagination.
Author's Note: A drabble, to me, has always meant exactly 100 words. Thus, these are what I give you.
***
She stood, waiting. She had thought speaking her piece would be the hard part, but once she had started, it flowed well enough. This wait, on the other hand, was interminable. Her pride kept her there, her courage helped her stand.
Yes or no. One or the other. A beginning or closure. She had to have one or the other. She had waited to long to be denied some sort of response.
He sighed. And responded. And though she had prepared herself, the "surprise of the inevitable" still hit her heart with a force she had not expected. She left.
***
Her admission stunned him. He had known, obviously. She hadn't been subtle at all.
And it wasn't as though he didn't return them. He did, wholeheartedly. She was simply wonderful.
But he couldn't say yes. So many reasons, none of them good enough to stand up alone, but together they meant he couldn't have her. Not until many, many things changed. Not for a long time.
He had known this for a long time, and resigned himself to it. But the "surprise of the inevitable" still hit his heart with a force he had not expected. He watched her leave.
Title: Not Important or Groundbreaking
Author: Quin Firefrorefiddle
Word Count: 243
Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to own them, it apparently isn't going to happen unless I'm secretly in Ms. Rowling's will without knowing it. Which I doubt.
***
"Being passive aggressive is really very unattractive, you know."
He continued to pout.
"And you should know by now that pouting won't affect me."
He moistened his lips. Then, he continued to pout.
"I have more willpower than you do, we both know that."
A smirk twitched... no, not really. He continued to pout.
"I mean look at this objectively. I always get it out of you."
He blinked. Not in an important or groundbreaking way. Just an ordinary blink, his thin eyelashes fluttered a bit and that was all. And then, you guessed it, he continued to pout.
"Granted sometimes it takes longer than others."
He apparently had grown bored with pouting, and had moved on to moping. It suited his features better. She was sure he was aware of this.
"But eventually, you will tell me what you want, may as well be now as later."
He continued to mope. He knew what he was good at.
"Oh, honestly! You take this policy of not going to bed angry entirely too seriously sometimes!"
He sighed. The rise and fall of his toned chest was fairly dramatic. And then he continued to mope.
She stomped her foot once. And then something entirely new occurred to her. Well, maybe not entirely. But, suddenly she knew what he wanted.
He saw the idea occur to her and licked his lips again, in preparation.
And as she kissed him, quite thoroughly, he stopped moping.
Resignation?
Author: Quin Firefrorefiddle
Disclaimer: I own none of the following characters. I promise to be a good girl... will I get a Draco of my very own if I am?
Word Count: 437
***
I wish I could say it. I wish I could just walk up and say it to his face. It might even startle a reaction out of him. Oooh, I do wish I could say it. Just saunter up in the middle of a sunny afternoon and smirk, one of his smirks, one of the ones he taught me, and say, "Do you think I don't know about the other women, Draco?" I can see the look on his face now.
I'll never do it. I know that. I'm actually resigned to it, and almost comfortable with it. I can certainly deal with it. (If I can deal with Ron falling in love with Viktor without batting an eyelash I can certainly deal with an adulterous husband.)
It isn't as though he's blatant about it. He's been so careful, so discreet; it's taken me until the past year to figure it out. A year ago today, I was going over the accounts, and realized just what half of his "Private Expense Account" was going towards. I remember the feelings I had at first. It's a good thing he was on a business trip or I might have hexed him beyond recognition. But I moved past that a long time ago.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not fond of the idea that my husband frequents... "scarlet women" as Ron used to call them. But it isn't as though he'll leave me for one of them. And he still treats me well, in fact there isn't really much difference from when we first got married. He's courteous, chivalrous on occasion, affectionate... we still have quite a... an active sex life. I'm still fascinated by the way his mind works and he's still slightly possessive of me.
It's just that now, he's meeting hookers on his lunch breaks.
I thought about leaving him. I did. I mulled over the idea for weeks. But I decided not to. Not for the money, of course. I've gotten used to it, it has been ten years, but I don't really need it. No, the truth is really much more depressing, in a way.
I simply can't live without him.
I will accept this... flaw, because in return for this I get to be married to Draco Malfoy, the man I've adored for well over a decade. He is necessary to me. I can live with this because I have to live with him. But that doesn't mean I don't wish I could say it, sometimes.
I wish he'd start cleaning the cheap lipstick off his collars again. It's so hard to get out.