Dramione LDWS 2010 "Feast Of Love", First Round Entry
...barely survived this round ~__~
Prompt: "Great food is like great sex. The more you have the more you want." ~Gael Greene
And a picture of a juicy green apple!
Title: All Good Girls Deserve...
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): a few Magical swears, implied sex
Word Count: 414
“Niume’s tits, that was good, Granger.”
Hermione watched Draco stretch himself in the fading amber hues of summer sunset, a lean, pale, self-satisfied cat. The bedroom was too small to contain their passions and disagreements but it was the only flat they’d been able to find with a short term lease and a view of the ocean.
“Must you really swear so crudely?” she groused, turning over and propping up on her elbows.
“After that romp you expect me to be mannerly and polite, you savage little Gryffindor?” Draco replied, raising an eyebrow. His slender fingers skated along the light sheen of sweat that coated her back and he lifted them to his mouth to taste. Hermione repressed a shiver at the caress and the sight of his tongue flicking delicately over his fingertips.
She huffed air between her lips and pushed her mass of brown curls back in frustration, “It’s just that this feels sordid enough without you adding your special touch.”
“Right,” he bit the word out and shifted off the bed, tugging his pants on before heading towards the door.
“Draco! I didn’t mean to imply-I mean I know that-“
“There’s nothing sordid about this for me, Granger. You’re the one who wanted to run away from home. I just wanted you.”
She hung her head as the door closed with finality.
******
“Oh, my... oh my... mm, this is soooo good, Merlin’s balls this is good” Hermione moaned, closing her eyes with bliss.
Draco snorted, “Hypocrite. And you call me sordid. Nothing less pleasant than thinking about that old codger’s hairy balls.”
Hermione looked up at him and opened her mouth to begin a heartfelt apology, when Draco jammed another bite of the apple tart they were sharing into her mouth. Her eyes closed in rapture once again as she chewed the pastry which was a blend of light, buttery crust and well-spiced apples. She knew that he had probably raced to the little bakery where they sometimes ate breakfast in order to get a fresh pie before close.
“After you’ve finished your nosh, Granger, you can show me how sorry you are with the same enthusiasm you’re expending on chewing,” he remarked dryly. Hermione nodded, helplessly caught in the throes of the perfect sugar rush.
“Yes, I promise, I will just don’t stop!”
Draco laughed and put another forkful into her mouth, “And see, Granger? I can be wholesome. As wholesome as good, ol’ homemade American apple pie.”
Prompt: "Great food is like great sex. The more you have the more you want." ~Gael Greene
And a picture of a juicy green apple!
Title: All Good Girls Deserve...
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): a few Magical swears, implied sex
Word Count: 414
“Niume’s tits, that was good, Granger.”
Hermione watched Draco stretch himself in the fading amber hues of summer sunset, a lean, pale, self-satisfied cat. The bedroom was too small to contain their passions and disagreements but it was the only flat they’d been able to find with a short term lease and a view of the ocean.
“Must you really swear so crudely?” she groused, turning over and propping up on her elbows.
“After that romp you expect me to be mannerly and polite, you savage little Gryffindor?” Draco replied, raising an eyebrow. His slender fingers skated along the light sheen of sweat that coated her back and he lifted them to his mouth to taste. Hermione repressed a shiver at the caress and the sight of his tongue flicking delicately over his fingertips.
She huffed air between her lips and pushed her mass of brown curls back in frustration, “It’s just that this feels sordid enough without you adding your special touch.”
“Right,” he bit the word out and shifted off the bed, tugging his pants on before heading towards the door.
“Draco! I didn’t mean to imply-I mean I know that-“
“There’s nothing sordid about this for me, Granger. You’re the one who wanted to run away from home. I just wanted you.”
She hung her head as the door closed with finality.
******
“Oh, my... oh my... mm, this is soooo good, Merlin’s balls this is good” Hermione moaned, closing her eyes with bliss.
Draco snorted, “Hypocrite. And you call me sordid. Nothing less pleasant than thinking about that old codger’s hairy balls.”
Hermione looked up at him and opened her mouth to begin a heartfelt apology, when Draco jammed another bite of the apple tart they were sharing into her mouth. Her eyes closed in rapture once again as she chewed the pastry which was a blend of light, buttery crust and well-spiced apples. She knew that he had probably raced to the little bakery where they sometimes ate breakfast in order to get a fresh pie before close.
“After you’ve finished your nosh, Granger, you can show me how sorry you are with the same enthusiasm you’re expending on chewing,” he remarked dryly. Hermione nodded, helplessly caught in the throes of the perfect sugar rush.
“Yes, I promise, I will just don’t stop!”
Draco laughed and put another forkful into her mouth, “And see, Granger? I can be wholesome. As wholesome as good, ol’ homemade American apple pie.”