Run, Rabbit, Run
Title: Run, Rabbit, Run
Rating: R
Word Count: 361
Characters: Hannah Abbott, Vincent Crabbe
Summary: Vincent never had a pregnant one before.
Notes:
Originally Posted: hp_humpdrabbles
He noticed her for the first time sitting in their lobby, a basket smelling like the inside of Honeyduke's balanced a top her huge stomach. When she made moves to leave, Vincent grunted something about going to lunch and managed to get in the same lift as her. She smelled like burnt sugar and he wondered if she tasted the same.
It took some investigating, not much, to find out she was one of the brainless Hufflepuffs who hung around Potter and his merry band of Gryffindorks. Little Hannah Abbott was also carrying the bastard child of a lunatic mudblood, not even worth his time. But her image wouldn't leave his mind. Even in the safety of his own bed, his mind's eye was filled with the blue of her's.
Vincent found himself in the lift with her a week later. It felt as if all the air had fled the small space and his eyes went dark. Standing behind her, he could make out the swell of her tits, made heavy with pregnancy. If he concentrated, closed his eyes, he could make out the heartbeat of the little parasite, light and fast.
Would she beg for him, he wondered, wide eyed and milky skin? Would bruises bloom under his fingers, all colors of the rainbow? She wouldn't smell like burnt sugar then, but rather fear and arousal. Her blood would pulse under the scrape of his teeth. He wondered how red would look against that perfect skin, marred only by the marks of his blade. His marks.
He'd never fucked a pregnant woman before. It'd be hotter, he'd supposed, with the balance of life and death in his hands, blood just a flick of the wrist away.
Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, Hannah twisted around to look at the only other occupant. Giving a weak smile, she palmed her wand discreetly. It was a small space, but there were only two floors until she was waddling though the public lobby.
Vincent saw the wand in her hand and kept his face carefully blank even though he wanted to smirk. Run, little Rabbit, run.
Rating: R
Word Count: 361
Characters: Hannah Abbott, Vincent Crabbe
Summary: Vincent never had a pregnant one before.
Notes:
Originally Posted: hp_humpdrabbles
He noticed her for the first time sitting in their lobby, a basket smelling like the inside of Honeyduke's balanced a top her huge stomach. When she made moves to leave, Vincent grunted something about going to lunch and managed to get in the same lift as her. She smelled like burnt sugar and he wondered if she tasted the same.
It took some investigating, not much, to find out she was one of the brainless Hufflepuffs who hung around Potter and his merry band of Gryffindorks. Little Hannah Abbott was also carrying the bastard child of a lunatic mudblood, not even worth his time. But her image wouldn't leave his mind. Even in the safety of his own bed, his mind's eye was filled with the blue of her's.
Vincent found himself in the lift with her a week later. It felt as if all the air had fled the small space and his eyes went dark. Standing behind her, he could make out the swell of her tits, made heavy with pregnancy. If he concentrated, closed his eyes, he could make out the heartbeat of the little parasite, light and fast.
Would she beg for him, he wondered, wide eyed and milky skin? Would bruises bloom under his fingers, all colors of the rainbow? She wouldn't smell like burnt sugar then, but rather fear and arousal. Her blood would pulse under the scrape of his teeth. He wondered how red would look against that perfect skin, marred only by the marks of his blade. His marks.
He'd never fucked a pregnant woman before. It'd be hotter, he'd supposed, with the balance of life and death in his hands, blood just a flick of the wrist away.
Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, Hannah twisted around to look at the only other occupant. Giving a weak smile, she palmed her wand discreetly. It was a small space, but there were only two floors until she was waddling though the public lobby.
Vincent saw the wand in her hand and kept his face carefully blank even though he wanted to smirk. Run, little Rabbit, run.