Make It In Slytherin (Drabble)
Title: Make It In Slytherin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some nudity, language, and innuendo
Word Count: 499
Notes: This is the first drabble I've ever written. It's my practice round for dramione_ldws.
Make It In Slytherin
"Granger!" I gritted my teeth and made my way down the bare and narrow hallway. I was livid.
No, more than livid…I was a ferocious mess of rage.
That bloody Gryffindor had been home all day with only one job: Unpack all the boxes and discard them. With magic, the mountains of moving boxes shouldn't have been a problem.
However, when I walked in the door after a grueling ten hours at the Ministry prosecuting the idiot savants of the Wizarding world, I didn't find all the boxes gone and our things put in their proper place. No, instead the living room still had boxes stacked to the ceiling, each one of them full. A quick inspection showed the same in all the rooms of the house. The hallway was the only area empty…but it always had been.
Each room only increased my anger until I was a volcano of fury ready to erupt. What in the bloody hell had she been doing all day?
"Granger!" I yelled again, only louder and more menacing.
I reached our bedroom door and pointed my wand at the door, blasting away the knob. The tiny particles left of the handle floated to the beige carpet as our bedroom door swung open slightly. With my fist I pushed it the rest of the way open and strode into the bedroom; steam was probably shooting from my ears I was so angry.
"What the bloody fuck have you be-" My words stopped in my throat when I spotted her. My beautiful, yet conservative fiancé was lying in the middle of our bed wearing only a pair of Slytherin-green stilettos and my old school tie.
"Malfoy." Her voice was husky and I felt my member immediately stand at attention.
NO! She would not distract me.
"Granger, put your damn clothes on. We need to talk!" But my voice had lost its true authoritativeness.
"About?" The nonchalant tone of her voice was grating on my nerves.
I let loose. “About the fact that you haven’t done a sodding thing today! About all the moving boxes still sitting in the living room full of stuff! About the fact that-what are you doing?”
She had stood up from the bed and started toward me as I ranted. There was something very predatory about her gait.
And it was damn sexy.
“Why don’t you come to bed?” She brushed her lips across my Adam’s apple.
“No.” I barely got the word out before I hissed in appreciation when her hand brushed my throbbing erection. “What are you doing?” I asked again, only this time in a whisper.
“Remember when you told me I would have never made it in Slytherin?” I nodded, unable to speak when her fingers slipped into my trousers. “Well, I’m going to prove you wrong. I’m going to make it in Slytherin.”
“What?” I shuddered.
“Well, I’m going to make it in a Slytherin I suppose…over and over again.”
Screw the bleeding boxes.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some nudity, language, and innuendo
Word Count: 499
Notes: This is the first drabble I've ever written. It's my practice round for dramione_ldws.
Make It In Slytherin
"Granger!" I gritted my teeth and made my way down the bare and narrow hallway. I was livid.
No, more than livid…I was a ferocious mess of rage.
That bloody Gryffindor had been home all day with only one job: Unpack all the boxes and discard them. With magic, the mountains of moving boxes shouldn't have been a problem.
However, when I walked in the door after a grueling ten hours at the Ministry prosecuting the idiot savants of the Wizarding world, I didn't find all the boxes gone and our things put in their proper place. No, instead the living room still had boxes stacked to the ceiling, each one of them full. A quick inspection showed the same in all the rooms of the house. The hallway was the only area empty…but it always had been.
Each room only increased my anger until I was a volcano of fury ready to erupt. What in the bloody hell had she been doing all day?
"Granger!" I yelled again, only louder and more menacing.
I reached our bedroom door and pointed my wand at the door, blasting away the knob. The tiny particles left of the handle floated to the beige carpet as our bedroom door swung open slightly. With my fist I pushed it the rest of the way open and strode into the bedroom; steam was probably shooting from my ears I was so angry.
"What the bloody fuck have you be-" My words stopped in my throat when I spotted her. My beautiful, yet conservative fiancé was lying in the middle of our bed wearing only a pair of Slytherin-green stilettos and my old school tie.
"Malfoy." Her voice was husky and I felt my member immediately stand at attention.
NO! She would not distract me.
"Granger, put your damn clothes on. We need to talk!" But my voice had lost its true authoritativeness.
"About?" The nonchalant tone of her voice was grating on my nerves.
I let loose. “About the fact that you haven’t done a sodding thing today! About all the moving boxes still sitting in the living room full of stuff! About the fact that-what are you doing?”
She had stood up from the bed and started toward me as I ranted. There was something very predatory about her gait.
And it was damn sexy.
“Why don’t you come to bed?” She brushed her lips across my Adam’s apple.
“No.” I barely got the word out before I hissed in appreciation when her hand brushed my throbbing erection. “What are you doing?” I asked again, only this time in a whisper.
“Remember when you told me I would have never made it in Slytherin?” I nodded, unable to speak when her fingers slipped into my trousers. “Well, I’m going to prove you wrong. I’m going to make it in Slytherin.”
“What?” I shuddered.
“Well, I’m going to make it in a Slytherin I suppose…over and over again.”
Screw the bleeding boxes.