FICLET: A Hot Day's Run (Draco/Bellatrix)
Title: A Hot Day's Run
Character Pairing: implied Draco/Bellatrix
Prompt: the seventh circle
Rating: PG13-ish
Word Count: 666
Summary: Draco goes for unplanned run thanks to a feral dog.
Author's Notes: So the prompt made me naturally associate with Dante's Inferno and the nine levels of hell. The seventh circle of hell is for violence, suicides, profligates, blasphemers, usurers, and sodomites. Guess which one Draco is suppose to represent in this fic? (For more info, go here.) Oh, and the word count was intentional (not at first, more like a coincidental occurance).
Link to Prompt Table: http://hamimifk.livejournal.com/37388.html
A Hot Day's Run
The weather was hot, too hot for a day in May. Having set off at some time just before ten, Draco found himself pacing the outline of a forested pathway, debating as to whether he should cut through it or continue around it. There was a thick patch of bushes running as far the trees allowed him to see, and while it seemed more obvious to continue around, going through would be a much shorter route to his destination. Running an annoyed hand through his hair, he contemplated his options, not wanting to dirty his pristine white shirt or beige shorts. What he failed to realize was an approaching dog, feral and temperamental. It had been in a bad mood because of the heat and the sight of another creature, animal or human, was likely to send it into a frenzied attack. It growled when it noticed Draco, who then realized the dog was there.
"Scram, mutt." He called, scowling and reaching for his wand in his pocket.
Alarmed by the human's actions, the feral dog set out in a frenzy of barking and running toward the blond. Cursing and panicking, Draco took off away from the dog, running into the bramble of bushes and trees. Despite never having much of a knack at athletics, Draco proved to be a quick sprinter, as he darted forward, avoiding tree limbs and treacherous roots. However, he couldn't escape having his clothing and skin torn at by twigs and branches. The feral creature behind him, though getting on years, was able to keep up with the man with ease, nipping at his heels. Breathing hard now, the blond burst through the other side of the small forest into a clearing and ran like a man possessed, ignoring the numerous cuts and scratches that only faintly stung him now but promised to be nuisances later.
He found a path, the one needed to get to his destination and ran along its length until he came in sight of a small beach, hid by large rocks and cliffs around most of it's length. Draco legs were working hard to keep up with the pace he needed to be safe, but they were on fire by now, threatening to give out on him at any second. A small bout of relief fluttered in his chest at the sight of Bellatrix lingering at the water's edge. She looked up at the scene before her in surprise and quickly realized the danger Draco was in. Bringing out her wand, she chanted at the dog, sending the feral creature flying back the way it came. Stunned when it landed some thirty feet away, it wobbled in confusion before taking off away from the beach.
Relieved, Draco stopped, hands on his knees as he panted hard.
"Chased by a dog and unable to help yourself? You disgust me sometimes, boy." Bella said, putting away her wand. She approached her nephew, smacking him on his behind that was sticking out due to his position. "Stop standing around like a sodomite and come join your auntie for lunch."
Flinching in annoyance and embarrassed by his aunt's taunts, Draco swept his arm across his forehead, grimacing as his sweat stung several scratches on his arm.
"It's like I was bloody chased into the seventh circle of hell today. Can you not see I have to tend to my wounds first, Bella?"
Turning mockingly back to her nephew, she approached him again and grabbed his upraised arm. "Oh poor baby." She said soothingly, kissing the wounds on his arm before turning her lips to his. "There, all better."
Incredulous, Draco stared at his aunt blankly as she walked back to the blanket laid out on the hot sand. His wounds did actually feel a little better, not that he would admit it out loud.
"Goddamn that woman." He muttered darkly, feeling his cheeks burn as he moved to join her on the blanket. "Dessert better be worth it..." He added.
-End-
Character Pairing: implied Draco/Bellatrix
Prompt: the seventh circle
Rating: PG13-ish
Word Count: 666
Summary: Draco goes for unplanned run thanks to a feral dog.
Author's Notes: So the prompt made me naturally associate with Dante's Inferno and the nine levels of hell. The seventh circle of hell is for violence, suicides, profligates, blasphemers, usurers, and sodomites. Guess which one Draco is suppose to represent in this fic? (For more info, go here.) Oh, and the word count was intentional (not at first, more like a coincidental occurance).
Link to Prompt Table: http://hamimifk.livejournal.com/37388.html
A Hot Day's Run
The weather was hot, too hot for a day in May. Having set off at some time just before ten, Draco found himself pacing the outline of a forested pathway, debating as to whether he should cut through it or continue around it. There was a thick patch of bushes running as far the trees allowed him to see, and while it seemed more obvious to continue around, going through would be a much shorter route to his destination. Running an annoyed hand through his hair, he contemplated his options, not wanting to dirty his pristine white shirt or beige shorts. What he failed to realize was an approaching dog, feral and temperamental. It had been in a bad mood because of the heat and the sight of another creature, animal or human, was likely to send it into a frenzied attack. It growled when it noticed Draco, who then realized the dog was there.
"Scram, mutt." He called, scowling and reaching for his wand in his pocket.
Alarmed by the human's actions, the feral dog set out in a frenzy of barking and running toward the blond. Cursing and panicking, Draco took off away from the dog, running into the bramble of bushes and trees. Despite never having much of a knack at athletics, Draco proved to be a quick sprinter, as he darted forward, avoiding tree limbs and treacherous roots. However, he couldn't escape having his clothing and skin torn at by twigs and branches. The feral creature behind him, though getting on years, was able to keep up with the man with ease, nipping at his heels. Breathing hard now, the blond burst through the other side of the small forest into a clearing and ran like a man possessed, ignoring the numerous cuts and scratches that only faintly stung him now but promised to be nuisances later.
He found a path, the one needed to get to his destination and ran along its length until he came in sight of a small beach, hid by large rocks and cliffs around most of it's length. Draco legs were working hard to keep up with the pace he needed to be safe, but they were on fire by now, threatening to give out on him at any second. A small bout of relief fluttered in his chest at the sight of Bellatrix lingering at the water's edge. She looked up at the scene before her in surprise and quickly realized the danger Draco was in. Bringing out her wand, she chanted at the dog, sending the feral creature flying back the way it came. Stunned when it landed some thirty feet away, it wobbled in confusion before taking off away from the beach.
Relieved, Draco stopped, hands on his knees as he panted hard.
"Chased by a dog and unable to help yourself? You disgust me sometimes, boy." Bella said, putting away her wand. She approached her nephew, smacking him on his behind that was sticking out due to his position. "Stop standing around like a sodomite and come join your auntie for lunch."
Flinching in annoyance and embarrassed by his aunt's taunts, Draco swept his arm across his forehead, grimacing as his sweat stung several scratches on his arm.
"It's like I was bloody chased into the seventh circle of hell today. Can you not see I have to tend to my wounds first, Bella?"
Turning mockingly back to her nephew, she approached him again and grabbed his upraised arm. "Oh poor baby." She said soothingly, kissing the wounds on his arm before turning her lips to his. "There, all better."
Incredulous, Draco stared at his aunt blankly as she walked back to the blanket laid out on the hot sand. His wounds did actually feel a little better, not that he would admit it out loud.
"Goddamn that woman." He muttered darkly, feeling his cheeks burn as he moved to join her on the blanket. "Dessert better be worth it..." He added.
-End-