Upon Reflection, Draco Would Credit His Hair Tonic (PG-13; Draco/Lily Luna; 280 words)
I took prompts, and I'll be posting the resultant drabbles as I complete them.
5. romaine24 prompted me with Draco/Lily II: New Year's Kiss.
Upon Reflection, Draco Would Credit His Hair Tonic (PG-13; Draco/Lily Luna; 280 words)
Potter brought his youngest, Lily Luna, to the Board of Governors' New Year's Eve Ball, and Draco couldn't stop staring at her: lithe form, pert breasts, sparkling eyes, silken hair, beguiling smile-it was hard to know where to look when they were introduced, so Draco smiled politely and took himself off to a corner of the room to better examine her as soon as he could. He'd seen her before, of course, many times, but never looking as fine as she did this night. If she'd been his daughter, she wouldn't have been permitted out of the house in such form-fitting robes, no matter that she was twenty-three. Happily, she wasn't his child, so he was free to imagine that amazing mouth of hers wrapped around his-
Oh, gods! I'm over two decades her senior. What the hell am I thinking?
Surreptitiously, Draco adjusted himself and tried to put the girl out of his mind.
It's just the divorce, he told himself. You're so lonely that you'd have anyone.
But it was Lily Luna who found him on the terrace as the countdown began.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"Ah, Miss Potter. Shouldn't you be somewhere preparing to be kissed?"
"I've seen the way you look at me," she replied, moving dangerously close to him, "so I'd say that I'm exactly where I need to be to prepare to kiss."
"Happy New Year!" called the guests inside, and before Draco could protest, soft, firm lips were on his own.
Definitely a Potter, Draco mused, abandoning all protest as Lily Luna's tongue slid over his and her hands found his arse.
The coming year was going to be an exciting one, it seemed.
5. romaine24 prompted me with Draco/Lily II: New Year's Kiss.
Upon Reflection, Draco Would Credit His Hair Tonic (PG-13; Draco/Lily Luna; 280 words)
Potter brought his youngest, Lily Luna, to the Board of Governors' New Year's Eve Ball, and Draco couldn't stop staring at her: lithe form, pert breasts, sparkling eyes, silken hair, beguiling smile-it was hard to know where to look when they were introduced, so Draco smiled politely and took himself off to a corner of the room to better examine her as soon as he could. He'd seen her before, of course, many times, but never looking as fine as she did this night. If she'd been his daughter, she wouldn't have been permitted out of the house in such form-fitting robes, no matter that she was twenty-three. Happily, she wasn't his child, so he was free to imagine that amazing mouth of hers wrapped around his-
Oh, gods! I'm over two decades her senior. What the hell am I thinking?
Surreptitiously, Draco adjusted himself and tried to put the girl out of his mind.
It's just the divorce, he told himself. You're so lonely that you'd have anyone.
But it was Lily Luna who found him on the terrace as the countdown began.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"Ah, Miss Potter. Shouldn't you be somewhere preparing to be kissed?"
"I've seen the way you look at me," she replied, moving dangerously close to him, "so I'd say that I'm exactly where I need to be to prepare to kiss."
"Happy New Year!" called the guests inside, and before Draco could protest, soft, firm lips were on his own.
Definitely a Potter, Draco mused, abandoning all protest as Lily Luna's tongue slid over his and her hands found his arse.
The coming year was going to be an exciting one, it seemed.