Round One Challenge Six Drabbles
Here are the drabbles for Rosie! Please leave a screened comment with the name and number of your favourite drabble, and the results will be posted on Sunday. Authors, please don't vote for yourselves :)
Don't forget to pimp!
1.
Title Translations
Author autumn_veela
Rating PG-13
Pairings/Warnings Rose/Scorpius, mostly friendship.
Notes I may have taken liberties with the history of a certain very old text. : )
“Rosie? You know I love you, right?” Scorpius used that voice that meant he wanted something.
Rose gave him her best glare and went back to her homework.
“C’mon, Rose. No one else is smart enough to help me with this.”
Rose’s nose twitched. She knew exactly what he was doing, but she had to concede that he also knew her far too well. She put her quill down and sighed. “Fine. What is it?”
Scorpius grinned and handed her an old book. Its condition was excellent. She slowly ran her fingers over it, examining the binding, then opened it and gasped in amazement at the purity of the parchment.
“Scor, where did you get this? It’s not from the library.”
“I found it in the Manor. It looked mysterious.”
Rose carefully turned the first page and her eyes widened. Mysterious was certainly the right word.
~ ~ ~
If the book hadn’t been priceless, Rose would have hit Scorpius over the head with it. Instead, she marched up and kicked him in the shin.
Scorpius smiled. “You translated it, then?”
Rose placed the book down and dropped a single roll of parchment next to it. Without a word, she spun on her heel and stormed off to her dorm. Scorpius was teasing her again! He knew she’d only get through the first chapter before she worked out what it was.
She sniffed indignantly, but at the same time she was somewhat impressed. Trust the Malfoys to own the original Kama Sutra.
2.
Title Ogling Man Flesh
Author ,lj user="luvscharlie">
Rating PG-13
Pairings/Warnings Rose/Scorpius; A very un-Hermione-like Rose
Notes
"Honestly Malfoy, how many of these books are you going to make me look through before we can just complete the damn essay?" Rose whinged.
"As many as it takes until we get what we need," Scorpius retorted, his patience stretched.
"Fine. You know that you're absolutely no fun at all, right?"
"So you tell me every chance you get." Scorpius flipped another page, and Rose headed back towards the library shelves to retrieve yet another book. About the time she stood, Allie Longbottom approached.
"Have you heard, Rosie?"
"Heard what?"
"That they're having Quidditch try-outs this afternoon. Like NOW."
Rose gathered up her cloak and commenced giggling. Scorpius' already tested patience snapped. "Are you really Hermione Granger's daughter? According to my father, your mother was quite studious. And you-well, you're just not."
Rose leaned down and put her face near his. "And I've been told your father was an egotistical, moronic arse hat. Are you?"
Scorpius glared. She had a point, and oh, how he hated it when she bested him.
"I guess we aren't all like our parents, are we now, Malfoy? Or perhaps some of us are."
Scorpius added snarling to his glare.
"Godric, the rippling muscles, the sweaty hair, the-"
"Calm down before you need a moment with yourself," Allie said, and Scorpius turned red in the face.
Rose grinned at her friend, then turned to Scorpius. "Now, you finish our project, while I go off to ogle some firm, muscular man flesh."
3.
Title Smell of Seduction
Author nolagal
RatingNC17
Pairings/WarningsAlbus/Scorpius/Rose
Notes Thanks to my beta!
Rose looked at the piece of parchment in her hand one last time.
Library, midnight, restricted section.
She didn't know why Albus wanted to meet her so late. She slid open the library door quietly, curious to see why her cousin had brought her to her favourite place.
Casting a soft Lumos into the dark quiet, Rose made her way toward the restricted section. When she entered the forbidden area, she gasped. Scorpius was on his knees, Albus's cock in his mouth.
They were both naked and, from the look of things, had been enjoying each other for a while as they waited for her.
Albus reached out for her and Rose let herself be pulled into a tight embrace. His lips found hers, kissing her passionately as Scorpius continued his sucking.
"What's all this?" Rose asked. "We could get caught."
Scorpius pulled back, ignoring Albus's disappointed whine. "You said the smell of books turned you on, so Albus and I decided to shag you in the library."
Rose laughed, remembering the truth or dare game where she'd confessed. She just hadn't expected her sometimes lovers to act on her deepest fantasy.
"What do you think?" Albus asked, unbuttoning her blouse.
Scorpius lifted her skirt, letting his hand wander over her knickers. She shivered in embarrassment as she realised she was already wet. Watching her boys always had that effect.
Rose threw her head back and inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet, musty smell that aroused her even further. "Brilliant."
4.
Title Forbidden
Author melusina_hp
Rating PG
Pairings/Warnings Rose
Notes
Rose was a good girl. She was only interested in dark magic from an intellectual point of view. Her parents were both war heroes. She was in Gryffindor. She was good.
Her mother let her read anything. Rose was never too young or too innocent. When she was five and asked how babies were made, her mother gave her a book on human biology. When she was eight and asked about the war, her mother gave Rose her choice of history books. If she wanted to know, her mother told her and then pointed her towards the books she needed to read to learn more. Rose, like her mother, was nourished on knowledge. Nothing was out of bounds; nothing was forbidden.
Almost nothing.
The book sang to her. She would repeat the title to herself: Secrets of the Darkest Art, and it slipped from her lips like a poem.
Her mother kept it lodged high on a shelf at the top of a bookcase in the attic. It was the only book she'd ever forbidden Rose to read.
So, of course, Rose wanted to read it most of all. She blew dust off its cover and turned its ancient, crackling pages one by one.
The list - beginning with Scorpius Malfoy, the only classmate who had a chance of getting better Owls than she, and ending with that stuck up bitch, Persephone Nott - was purely academic.
Knowledge was power; that was all.
Rose was good.
5.
Title His Forbidden Touch
Author kereia
Rating R
Pairings/Warnings purple prose, masturbation
Notes Centruroides gracilis is a scorpion. Just, you know, putting that out there. ;-)
Malacay traced the silken curve of Genevieve’s heaving bosom with the tip of his dagger. Genevieve’s eyes were spellbound by her enemy’s heated gaze. “Submit,” he growled, his eyes blazing with desire.
“Never,” Genevieve whispered and shivered as the longing she had so long denied fought against her tenuous control. Her scarlet locks fell across her shoulders as she arched her back until the blade cut her skin.
Her eyes hooded, she caught the crimson drop on her fingertip and brought it to his lips.
Leaning forward, Malacay’s long, white tresses brushed against her breasts, and Genevieve inhaled sharply. His tongue lapped the blood from her creamy skin, its texture deliciously rough. Genevieve moaned and pushed the dagger away. Unable to resist his imposing masculinity any longer, she pulled him into a passionate kiss.
A small moan escaped Rose’s lips as her fingers drifted between her thighs. Her eyes glued to the page of Centruroida Gracilia’s new bodice ripper, she leaned back on the sofa and let her legs to fall open.
Her nightgown torn asunder, Genevieve trembled beneath the caress of Malacay’s callused hands. “Take me, Malacay,” she whispered as his lips suckled her breast. Her nails dug deep into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders.
Her lips parting, Rose’s fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties and rubbed against the sensitive nub between her legs. Her fingers slick with her arousal, she flicked and circled her clit as Malacay ravished Genevieve.
6.
Title: Beautiful as a Boy
Author: snarkyscorp
Rating: R
Pairings/Warnings: Scorpius/Rose, Scorpius/Hugo, gender fuckery, chan (ADW: 17/15 for Scorp/Hugo)
Notes: Thanks as always go to my beautiful beta.
Scorpius had always wanted her brother. Hugo was beautiful; as a boy, he fit Scorpius' most important qualification. It was the one thing Rose envied.
When Hugo turned 15, Scorpius made his move. He cornered Hugo in an abandoned hallway while Rose hid; she watched Hugo's eyes widen, perfect boyish mouth agape.
"Blow me," Scorpius growled.
Scorpius pushed Hugo to his knees, shoved his dick down Hugo's throat, and gripped handfuls of his hair. Rose's fingers crept between her thighs as their moans raised gooseflesh on her body.
Rose knew then what she wanted.
~*~
The Polyjuice recipe in Moste Potente Potions was easy for Rose, who had her mother's talent for academics; the only challenge was waiting. But Hugo was so trusting; it was easy to obtain the longish red hairs, easier still to slip a sedative into his pumpkin juice, and easier yet to mimic his sloppy handwriting when she owled Scorpius.
Rose became Hugo, complete in his strange body. She loved the jut of her hipbones, the curve of her dick, her flat breasts. She felt alive sucking Scorpius until her throat was raw, letting him fuck her hard and unforgiving against the wall.
Hugo's body was small and tight; it hurt, but she goaded Scorpius until he left bruises that wouldn't fade. Rose ejaculated for the first time, her body spasming in visceral release.
Female again, Rose sobbed like a dying thing. She felt the loss of Scorpius and Hugo as if they had gutted her like a gourd.
Don't forget to pimp!
1.
Title Translations
Author autumn_veela
Rating PG-13
Pairings/Warnings Rose/Scorpius, mostly friendship.
Notes I may have taken liberties with the history of a certain very old text. : )
“Rosie? You know I love you, right?” Scorpius used that voice that meant he wanted something.
Rose gave him her best glare and went back to her homework.
“C’mon, Rose. No one else is smart enough to help me with this.”
Rose’s nose twitched. She knew exactly what he was doing, but she had to concede that he also knew her far too well. She put her quill down and sighed. “Fine. What is it?”
Scorpius grinned and handed her an old book. Its condition was excellent. She slowly ran her fingers over it, examining the binding, then opened it and gasped in amazement at the purity of the parchment.
“Scor, where did you get this? It’s not from the library.”
“I found it in the Manor. It looked mysterious.”
Rose carefully turned the first page and her eyes widened. Mysterious was certainly the right word.
~ ~ ~
If the book hadn’t been priceless, Rose would have hit Scorpius over the head with it. Instead, she marched up and kicked him in the shin.
Scorpius smiled. “You translated it, then?”
Rose placed the book down and dropped a single roll of parchment next to it. Without a word, she spun on her heel and stormed off to her dorm. Scorpius was teasing her again! He knew she’d only get through the first chapter before she worked out what it was.
She sniffed indignantly, but at the same time she was somewhat impressed. Trust the Malfoys to own the original Kama Sutra.
2.
Title Ogling Man Flesh
Author ,lj user="luvscharlie">
Rating PG-13
Pairings/Warnings Rose/Scorpius; A very un-Hermione-like Rose
Notes
"Honestly Malfoy, how many of these books are you going to make me look through before we can just complete the damn essay?" Rose whinged.
"As many as it takes until we get what we need," Scorpius retorted, his patience stretched.
"Fine. You know that you're absolutely no fun at all, right?"
"So you tell me every chance you get." Scorpius flipped another page, and Rose headed back towards the library shelves to retrieve yet another book. About the time she stood, Allie Longbottom approached.
"Have you heard, Rosie?"
"Heard what?"
"That they're having Quidditch try-outs this afternoon. Like NOW."
Rose gathered up her cloak and commenced giggling. Scorpius' already tested patience snapped. "Are you really Hermione Granger's daughter? According to my father, your mother was quite studious. And you-well, you're just not."
Rose leaned down and put her face near his. "And I've been told your father was an egotistical, moronic arse hat. Are you?"
Scorpius glared. She had a point, and oh, how he hated it when she bested him.
"I guess we aren't all like our parents, are we now, Malfoy? Or perhaps some of us are."
Scorpius added snarling to his glare.
"Godric, the rippling muscles, the sweaty hair, the-"
"Calm down before you need a moment with yourself," Allie said, and Scorpius turned red in the face.
Rose grinned at her friend, then turned to Scorpius. "Now, you finish our project, while I go off to ogle some firm, muscular man flesh."
3.
Title Smell of Seduction
Author nolagal
RatingNC17
Pairings/WarningsAlbus/Scorpius/Rose
Notes Thanks to my beta!
Rose looked at the piece of parchment in her hand one last time.
Library, midnight, restricted section.
She didn't know why Albus wanted to meet her so late. She slid open the library door quietly, curious to see why her cousin had brought her to her favourite place.
Casting a soft Lumos into the dark quiet, Rose made her way toward the restricted section. When she entered the forbidden area, she gasped. Scorpius was on his knees, Albus's cock in his mouth.
They were both naked and, from the look of things, had been enjoying each other for a while as they waited for her.
Albus reached out for her and Rose let herself be pulled into a tight embrace. His lips found hers, kissing her passionately as Scorpius continued his sucking.
"What's all this?" Rose asked. "We could get caught."
Scorpius pulled back, ignoring Albus's disappointed whine. "You said the smell of books turned you on, so Albus and I decided to shag you in the library."
Rose laughed, remembering the truth or dare game where she'd confessed. She just hadn't expected her sometimes lovers to act on her deepest fantasy.
"What do you think?" Albus asked, unbuttoning her blouse.
Scorpius lifted her skirt, letting his hand wander over her knickers. She shivered in embarrassment as she realised she was already wet. Watching her boys always had that effect.
Rose threw her head back and inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet, musty smell that aroused her even further. "Brilliant."
4.
Title Forbidden
Author melusina_hp
Rating PG
Pairings/Warnings Rose
Notes
Rose was a good girl. She was only interested in dark magic from an intellectual point of view. Her parents were both war heroes. She was in Gryffindor. She was good.
Her mother let her read anything. Rose was never too young or too innocent. When she was five and asked how babies were made, her mother gave her a book on human biology. When she was eight and asked about the war, her mother gave Rose her choice of history books. If she wanted to know, her mother told her and then pointed her towards the books she needed to read to learn more. Rose, like her mother, was nourished on knowledge. Nothing was out of bounds; nothing was forbidden.
Almost nothing.
The book sang to her. She would repeat the title to herself: Secrets of the Darkest Art, and it slipped from her lips like a poem.
Her mother kept it lodged high on a shelf at the top of a bookcase in the attic. It was the only book she'd ever forbidden Rose to read.
So, of course, Rose wanted to read it most of all. She blew dust off its cover and turned its ancient, crackling pages one by one.
The list - beginning with Scorpius Malfoy, the only classmate who had a chance of getting better Owls than she, and ending with that stuck up bitch, Persephone Nott - was purely academic.
Knowledge was power; that was all.
Rose was good.
5.
Title His Forbidden Touch
Author kereia
Rating R
Pairings/Warnings purple prose, masturbation
Notes Centruroides gracilis is a scorpion. Just, you know, putting that out there. ;-)
Malacay traced the silken curve of Genevieve’s heaving bosom with the tip of his dagger. Genevieve’s eyes were spellbound by her enemy’s heated gaze. “Submit,” he growled, his eyes blazing with desire.
“Never,” Genevieve whispered and shivered as the longing she had so long denied fought against her tenuous control. Her scarlet locks fell across her shoulders as she arched her back until the blade cut her skin.
Her eyes hooded, she caught the crimson drop on her fingertip and brought it to his lips.
Leaning forward, Malacay’s long, white tresses brushed against her breasts, and Genevieve inhaled sharply. His tongue lapped the blood from her creamy skin, its texture deliciously rough. Genevieve moaned and pushed the dagger away. Unable to resist his imposing masculinity any longer, she pulled him into a passionate kiss.
A small moan escaped Rose’s lips as her fingers drifted between her thighs. Her eyes glued to the page of Centruroida Gracilia’s new bodice ripper, she leaned back on the sofa and let her legs to fall open.
Her nightgown torn asunder, Genevieve trembled beneath the caress of Malacay’s callused hands. “Take me, Malacay,” she whispered as his lips suckled her breast. Her nails dug deep into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders.
Her lips parting, Rose’s fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties and rubbed against the sensitive nub between her legs. Her fingers slick with her arousal, she flicked and circled her clit as Malacay ravished Genevieve.
6.
Title: Beautiful as a Boy
Author: snarkyscorp
Rating: R
Pairings/Warnings: Scorpius/Rose, Scorpius/Hugo, gender fuckery, chan (ADW: 17/15 for Scorp/Hugo)
Notes: Thanks as always go to my beautiful beta.
Scorpius had always wanted her brother. Hugo was beautiful; as a boy, he fit Scorpius' most important qualification. It was the one thing Rose envied.
When Hugo turned 15, Scorpius made his move. He cornered Hugo in an abandoned hallway while Rose hid; she watched Hugo's eyes widen, perfect boyish mouth agape.
"Blow me," Scorpius growled.
Scorpius pushed Hugo to his knees, shoved his dick down Hugo's throat, and gripped handfuls of his hair. Rose's fingers crept between her thighs as their moans raised gooseflesh on her body.
Rose knew then what she wanted.
~*~
The Polyjuice recipe in Moste Potente Potions was easy for Rose, who had her mother's talent for academics; the only challenge was waiting. But Hugo was so trusting; it was easy to obtain the longish red hairs, easier still to slip a sedative into his pumpkin juice, and easier yet to mimic his sloppy handwriting when she owled Scorpius.
Rose became Hugo, complete in his strange body. She loved the jut of her hipbones, the curve of her dick, her flat breasts. She felt alive sucking Scorpius until her throat was raw, letting him fuck her hard and unforgiving against the wall.
Hugo's body was small and tight; it hurt, but she goaded Scorpius until he left bruises that wouldn't fade. Rose ejaculated for the first time, her body spasming in visceral release.
Female again, Rose sobbed like a dying thing. She felt the loss of Scorpius and Hugo as if they had gutted her like a gourd.