Why Astoria Malfoy Nearly Wasn't
Title: Why Astoria Malfoy Nearly Wasn't
Pairing: Astoria/???
Prompt: a string of pearls
Words: 425
Rating: PG13
Warnings: A bit of language, some wine, and a dodgy little kiss.
Notes: This was my contribution to sortinghatdrabs this week, where the challenge was Astoria (Greengrass) Malfoy & a Gryffindor. Excellent stuff there as always, so go look!
He'd been watching her all night.
His face was familiar, but Astoria couldn't for the life of her remember his name. She might've asked Pansy - Pansy was on a first-name basis with anyone with a cock - except Pansy was too pissed to remember her own name. So were the rest of them, even Daphne, who was normally above such behavior.
Twisting her pearls around one finger, Astoria rolled her eyes. It figured she'd be the only sober one at her own Hen Night. Maybe that's why the fucking bartender kept looking at her like that: half-curious, half-amused.
Astoria was still trying to remember his sodding name when Pansy elbowed her drink, soaking Astoria's hair and dress. Astoria's very expensive dress.
"For fuck's sake Pansy!" Astoria shot Pansy a look full of daggers before whipping out her wand. She managed to get most of the stain out, but she couldn't see her hair to fix it, so she stalked off for the restroom, kicking Pansy's stool sharply as she went. Pansy's laugh echoed all the way to the door.
Once inside, Astoria stared at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was straggly and wine-dyed, dripping through her pearls and onto her collarbone. She scowled and shook her head, suddenly seized by an inexplicable urge to burst into tears.
She might have done just that had the bartender's maddeningly familiar face not appeared over her shoulder. She caught his eye in the reflection, startled. "The sign says women's."
"Astoria Greengrass," he said, ignoring her comment and wringing out a towel.
Astoria held up her left hand. "Malfoy in three days," she corrected. It didn't sound as sharp as she'd meant it to. "And you are?"
"Sorry to hear that," he said, breaking into a grin.
In spite of herself, Astoria's lips twitched. He noticed. Taking advantage of the crack in her expression, he strode toward her, and suddenly his hand was at her neck, unhooking her necklace before she could protest.
It slid down between her breasts as she spun around, and his tongue swiftly found the pooling wine in the hollow of her throat. Astoria pushed him away, but the push felt more like a pull on the way back, and then his mouth was crushing hers, and she was, absurdly, letting it.
He pulled gently back from her and smiled. "Couldn't let you spend all night in here without at least tasting something." Then he leaned in, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Seamus," before dropping the towel onto her shoulder and walking back out.
Pairing: Astoria/???
Prompt: a string of pearls
Words: 425
Rating: PG13
Warnings: A bit of language, some wine, and a dodgy little kiss.
Notes: This was my contribution to sortinghatdrabs this week, where the challenge was Astoria (Greengrass) Malfoy & a Gryffindor. Excellent stuff there as always, so go look!
He'd been watching her all night.
His face was familiar, but Astoria couldn't for the life of her remember his name. She might've asked Pansy - Pansy was on a first-name basis with anyone with a cock - except Pansy was too pissed to remember her own name. So were the rest of them, even Daphne, who was normally above such behavior.
Twisting her pearls around one finger, Astoria rolled her eyes. It figured she'd be the only sober one at her own Hen Night. Maybe that's why the fucking bartender kept looking at her like that: half-curious, half-amused.
Astoria was still trying to remember his sodding name when Pansy elbowed her drink, soaking Astoria's hair and dress. Astoria's very expensive dress.
"For fuck's sake Pansy!" Astoria shot Pansy a look full of daggers before whipping out her wand. She managed to get most of the stain out, but she couldn't see her hair to fix it, so she stalked off for the restroom, kicking Pansy's stool sharply as she went. Pansy's laugh echoed all the way to the door.
Once inside, Astoria stared at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was straggly and wine-dyed, dripping through her pearls and onto her collarbone. She scowled and shook her head, suddenly seized by an inexplicable urge to burst into tears.
She might have done just that had the bartender's maddeningly familiar face not appeared over her shoulder. She caught his eye in the reflection, startled. "The sign says women's."
"Astoria Greengrass," he said, ignoring her comment and wringing out a towel.
Astoria held up her left hand. "Malfoy in three days," she corrected. It didn't sound as sharp as she'd meant it to. "And you are?"
"Sorry to hear that," he said, breaking into a grin.
In spite of herself, Astoria's lips twitched. He noticed. Taking advantage of the crack in her expression, he strode toward her, and suddenly his hand was at her neck, unhooking her necklace before she could protest.
It slid down between her breasts as she spun around, and his tongue swiftly found the pooling wine in the hollow of her throat. Astoria pushed him away, but the push felt more like a pull on the way back, and then his mouth was crushing hers, and she was, absurdly, letting it.
He pulled gently back from her and smiled. "Couldn't let you spend all night in here without at least tasting something." Then he leaned in, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Seamus," before dropping the towel onto her shoulder and walking back out.