Drabble: Dirty Fingernails
Title: Dirty
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Padma/Neville
Word count: 302
This drabble also fits into my Unofficially Official Don Juan De Neville fest universe. Here is Part I and Part II. The prompt (Dirty) used was from the Scribblicious thread on the Checkmated forums.
Padma had always been a fastidious person. The idea of being attracted to someone with dirty fingernails was absurd. But then again, so was the idea of finding Neville Longbottom attractive. Like most of the girls of her year, she never really got rid of the image of Neville as that chubby, absent-minded, rather stupid boy from first year. This ought to have been dispelled by the look of fierce determination on Neville’s face when practicing Stunning Spells in the D.A., and the glow of quiet pride when he had finally got it. Or, the rumors that circulated at the end of fifth year, that he’d faced down Bellatrix Lestrange with a broken nose and a stout heart.
But seeing him around plants during N.E.W.T, level Herbology was a revelation. He stood taller, causing his sloped shoulders to suddenly seem broad, his eyes would go flinty with concentration. The first time she noticed it, she nearly dropped the sneezewort she’d been carrying. And when she saw him kneeling in the dirt, his forearms flexed and his strength and confidence apparent in the ease with which he held back vines of a Venomous Tentacula, she nearly wet herself.
She wanted his focus on her-for the murmured encouragement he gave to an ailing Flutterby Bush to be murmured endearments or even dirty words in her ear. She wanted the callused fingers that grafted rare plans together so skillfully to venture between her legs-stroking her hot, wet flesh until she screamed. She wanted him to thrust his cock into her with the same force he thrust his hand into the center of a Snargaluff Stump. Sometimes, she wanted him so badly that she touched herself, picturing him perfectly, doing her best to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out his name.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Padma/Neville
Word count: 302
This drabble also fits into my Unofficially Official Don Juan De Neville fest universe. Here is Part I and Part II. The prompt (Dirty) used was from the Scribblicious thread on the Checkmated forums.
Padma had always been a fastidious person. The idea of being attracted to someone with dirty fingernails was absurd. But then again, so was the idea of finding Neville Longbottom attractive. Like most of the girls of her year, she never really got rid of the image of Neville as that chubby, absent-minded, rather stupid boy from first year. This ought to have been dispelled by the look of fierce determination on Neville’s face when practicing Stunning Spells in the D.A., and the glow of quiet pride when he had finally got it. Or, the rumors that circulated at the end of fifth year, that he’d faced down Bellatrix Lestrange with a broken nose and a stout heart.
But seeing him around plants during N.E.W.T, level Herbology was a revelation. He stood taller, causing his sloped shoulders to suddenly seem broad, his eyes would go flinty with concentration. The first time she noticed it, she nearly dropped the sneezewort she’d been carrying. And when she saw him kneeling in the dirt, his forearms flexed and his strength and confidence apparent in the ease with which he held back vines of a Venomous Tentacula, she nearly wet herself.
She wanted his focus on her-for the murmured encouragement he gave to an ailing Flutterby Bush to be murmured endearments or even dirty words in her ear. She wanted the callused fingers that grafted rare plans together so skillfully to venture between her legs-stroking her hot, wet flesh until she screamed. She wanted him to thrust his cock into her with the same force he thrust his hand into the center of a Snargaluff Stump. Sometimes, she wanted him so badly that she touched herself, picturing him perfectly, doing her best to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out his name.