Leigh!fic | A Shattered Illusion (1/1) | Draco/Astoria, Draco/Lily Luna
Title: A Shattered Illusion (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~500
Summary: He thought she didn't know. Men could be so clueless sometimes.
Author’s Notes: This was written for posting at hp_humpdrabbles. Sam Smith's I'm Not the Only One was my source of inspiration for this wee drabble.
She sat at her dressing table and stared at the face in the mirror. The glass of champagne sat untouched next to her jewelry box. Not a wrinkle marred her perfect skin. Her hands were free of age spots, and any silver that touched her hair had long been hidden by expensive treatments at the salon. Forty-six years old, and in the right light, she could pass for a witch ten years younger.
Astoria Greengrass was the witch every other woman aspired to be. She a pureblooded husband, a charming and handsome son, and everything she could want in the world.
Except fidelity.
He thought she didn't know. Men could be so clueless sometimes. Draco thought when he told her he would be late at a meeting, she believed him. He didn't know she knew about his little whore. The redheaded harlot, barely out of Hogwarts, who wore ill-fitting skirts (on purpose) and sashayed around his office like she was the boss.
Draco didn't know about the time she'd seen him, fucking the Potter girl on his desk. Astoria, the dutiful wife, had thought to surprise him with a picnic dinner -- despite twenty years of marriage, she liked to surprise him from time to time. He had no idea his slag had forgotten to shut the door, leaving it open just enough for Astoria to peer through.
She'd seen Lily Luna Potter splayed out on his antique desk, her knickers gone and her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her legs had been spread wide for Draco's touch. Her husband -- her fucking husband -- had his face buried between her thighs, making the girl moan and writhe. As they grew in pitch and volume, her freckled hands pulled her blouse open, exposing petite breasts. No bra -- all the easier to tease her lover.
Only Astoria' own hand over her mouth kept her from gasping aloud.
It hurt. Gods above, it hurt. She loved Draco. When she'd said those vows to love and cherish him for the rest of her life, she'd bloody well meant it. How could he so easily discard what they shared for a fuck?
Shrewd, dark eyes stared back at her from inside the mirror. For now, she would let him have his dalliance. Crying and shrieking -- that was not her way of handling things. She would not tell him she knew, nor would she ask for a divorce. It just wasn't done.
"Darling?" A muffled voice called from inside the closet, followed a few seconds later by her husband himself. He held up two ties for her inspection. "Which one do you prefer?"
If he could lie, so could she. "Tonight? I like the red."
"Really?" He glanced at the tie in his left hand and shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright." He crossed the room in three long strides and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, my love. What would I do without you?"
Astoria smiled blandly at him, at the happy couple in the mirror. At the shattered illusion. "I have no idea."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~500
Summary: He thought she didn't know. Men could be so clueless sometimes.
Author’s Notes: This was written for posting at hp_humpdrabbles. Sam Smith's I'm Not the Only One was my source of inspiration for this wee drabble.
She sat at her dressing table and stared at the face in the mirror. The glass of champagne sat untouched next to her jewelry box. Not a wrinkle marred her perfect skin. Her hands were free of age spots, and any silver that touched her hair had long been hidden by expensive treatments at the salon. Forty-six years old, and in the right light, she could pass for a witch ten years younger.
Astoria Greengrass was the witch every other woman aspired to be. She a pureblooded husband, a charming and handsome son, and everything she could want in the world.
Except fidelity.
He thought she didn't know. Men could be so clueless sometimes. Draco thought when he told her he would be late at a meeting, she believed him. He didn't know she knew about his little whore. The redheaded harlot, barely out of Hogwarts, who wore ill-fitting skirts (on purpose) and sashayed around his office like she was the boss.
Draco didn't know about the time she'd seen him, fucking the Potter girl on his desk. Astoria, the dutiful wife, had thought to surprise him with a picnic dinner -- despite twenty years of marriage, she liked to surprise him from time to time. He had no idea his slag had forgotten to shut the door, leaving it open just enough for Astoria to peer through.
She'd seen Lily Luna Potter splayed out on his antique desk, her knickers gone and her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her legs had been spread wide for Draco's touch. Her husband -- her fucking husband -- had his face buried between her thighs, making the girl moan and writhe. As they grew in pitch and volume, her freckled hands pulled her blouse open, exposing petite breasts. No bra -- all the easier to tease her lover.
Only Astoria' own hand over her mouth kept her from gasping aloud.
It hurt. Gods above, it hurt. She loved Draco. When she'd said those vows to love and cherish him for the rest of her life, she'd bloody well meant it. How could he so easily discard what they shared for a fuck?
Shrewd, dark eyes stared back at her from inside the mirror. For now, she would let him have his dalliance. Crying and shrieking -- that was not her way of handling things. She would not tell him she knew, nor would she ask for a divorce. It just wasn't done.
"Darling?" A muffled voice called from inside the closet, followed a few seconds later by her husband himself. He held up two ties for her inspection. "Which one do you prefer?"
If he could lie, so could she. "Tonight? I like the red."
"Really?" He glanced at the tie in his left hand and shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright." He crossed the room in three long strides and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, my love. What would I do without you?"
Astoria smiled blandly at him, at the happy couple in the mirror. At the shattered illusion. "I have no idea."