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Thanks for the sympathy and commiseration and advice in re. my last post, y'all. I appreciate it. *loves*
I'm feeling twitchy and REALLY need something to tear me away from refreshing fail_fandomanon every couple of minutes, so how about some drabble/ficlet prompts? Nothing too detailed, please - say, an object plus character or pairing. Can be holiday-themed or ( Read more... )
I'm feeling twitchy and REALLY need something to tear me away from refreshing fail_fandomanon every couple of minutes, so how about some drabble/ficlet prompts? Nothing too detailed, please - say, an object plus character or pairing. Can be holiday-themed or ( Read more... )
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Rose felt the mattress shift as Scorpius turned and sat up on the edge of the bed. It was at least the third time he’d gotten up tonight, which was not normal for him. Worried, she turned towards him. “Knut for your thoughts.”
A sigh; not aimed at her, she intuited, but more likely at the same unnamed reason he was so restless tonight. “I’m keeping you awake, aren’t I.”
At this she got up, pushing away the bedcovers to kneel behind him and wrap her arms around his shoulders. His skin felt cool and dry, and his hands came up to clasp hers. “Never mind me,” she said, pressing her lips to his bare shoulder. “I’m more worried about what’s bothering you.” She kissed him again, this time below his ear, her lips curving into a smile at his quivered reaction. “Not having any regrets, are you?”
His hand, which had been stroking hers, came to a rest as his finger traced the edges of the ring she wore. The ring he had placed there, in the registry office while the matronly clerk who’d stamped their certificate dabbed tears from her eyes and the witnesses commandeered from the newspaper kiosk outside the Ministry of Magic shot off sparks from their wands, that morning. Had it really only been that morning? Her arms tightened reflexively.
“Of course I’m not having any regrets. Are you?”
Only someone listening carefully would have heard the faint note of self-doubt in his voice. Rose always listened carefully. “Not on your life. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Scorpius Malfoy. You’re stuck with me for life.”
She felt his smile in the way his shoulders relaxed. He leaned back into her embrace, so that her breasts were pressed firmly against his back. “I’m glad to hear it, Rose Malfoy.”
She giggled involuntarily. Rose Malfoy. It sounded so strange, after having been “Rose Weasley” for twenty years. Strange, but thrilling. “So what’s got you so worked up, then?” She freed her hands from his to knead his shoulders experimentally. “Merlin’s beard! You’re wound so tight you could probably light up Hogsmeade with all this nervous tension. What’s wrong?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer, but wanted to hear him say it. Her cousin Lily always said that to face your fears, first you had to name and acknowledge them.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before answering. “I’m really not looking forward to dinner at your parents’ place tomorrow. Er, tonight.” Rose glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it read 2:17. “Your father is going to hex my bollocks off when he finds out.”
“He’d better not!” She grinned. “I have plans for those bollocks, you know.”
“It’s not funny!” he protested, though he, too, shook with silent laughter. “Your dad’s a scary bloke.”
“Nah, he’s a pussycat.”
In the muted light from the window, she could see the disbelief on his face as he turned to look at her. “’Pussycat’ is the last animal I think of when it comes to him. More like, ‘charging rhinoceros’.”
She grudgingly admitted he had a point. “Only when it comes to you, though. To most people he’s as meek and gentle as a lamb.”
He made a noise halfway between a snort and a cough. “And now I’ve gone and made myself his son-in-law, as if being your boyfriend weren’t offensive enough. I can’t see that going down too well. He’ll flip his bloody lid.” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “I might as well have charmed a target on my chest.”
“He’ll get over it, eventually, and then he’ll get used to it. He won’t have any choice in the matter.”
“Rose, he’s going to be really hurt to find out you went behind his back.”
She rested her face against his shoulder and sighed. “I know. I’m not looking forward to that part myself. But it’s not like we didn’t try to do things the proper way. It’s not my fault he tried to forbid me from marrying you.”
He recaptured her hands, kissing each in turn. “I’m not saying it is. Just that we’re both going to have to deal with the fallout.”
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