FIC: Beachside Antics, Ernie/Millicent, PG-13
Title: Beachside Antics
Pairing: Ernie/Millicent
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Millicent and Ernie bump into each other over the summer.
Disclaimer: JKR owns all. I'm just doing this for fun.
Notes: Written for the Behind Every Good Woman Rare-Het Challenge. Comments are like candy.
**
On Millicent’s 17th birthday she made a list of things she was going to accomplish before her 21st. One of the tasks was getting laid. Sick and tired of not being able to participate in the sometimes raucous discussions in the Slytherin Girls’ Dorms, this upcoming family beachside holiday was the ideal time to flaunt her developed and recently perfected chest and cross at least one task off before the summer was over. There was always something liberating about being close to the sea, Millicent thought, and the fact that no one from Hogwarts would be around meant that she could behave as she wished.
Unfortunately, on the first day she bumped into Ernie Macmillan.
It was subtle. First she had found something shiny in the sand. She reached for it, turned it over on her palm and discovered that it was a Head Boy badge. The pattern of logic that pointed to Macmillan being near had already formed in her head when the real person showed up.
“Millicent!” he exclaimed in surprise. Now, it could have possibly been the sun frying her brain, but damn the boy looked good. Millicent found that almost everyone looked better when away from a classroom setting, and Macmillan wasn’t an exception. He had light blue eyes and a pleasant sort of half-smile, his arms looked like they lifted heavy stuff for a living and his smooth, toned chest-
“Stop staring!” she barked at herself, but Macmillan also snapped his gaze away so swiftly that he fell over.
“You were looking at my chest, weren’t you?” Millicent smirked. She hoped that the answer was yes, but he merely murmured hello and asked, blushingly, if he could have his badge back.
She thought quickly. She did genuinely want to chat with him, but not right now. She felt that they were both caught off-guard, and Millicent enjoyed conversations best when she could prepare beforehand what she would say.
“How about not yet?” she said, smiling sweetly. “Tell you what, there’s going to be campfire down here tonight. Meet me here and then I’ll give you your badge back,” she explained in a rush. Macmillan opened his mouth to protest but she cut him by flouncing away.
**
Her parents had left for a night out on the town with instructions that they wouldn’t be back until very late and to make sure she went to bed on time. If she had her way, Millicent thought, as she stood by the fire in a singlet top and a slip of a skirt, she would be in bed quite soon.
“I’m here; can I have my badge back now?” Macmillan came trundling up. She scowled as he mentioned the damn badge and so decided to just tell him the truth.
“Your badge isn’t here.”
“What!? Oh c’mon, you said-” his words disappeared into the night air as Millicent stroked her hand down the side of his face. He paused and swallowed anxiously, a glimmer of sweat shining upon his brow.
Millicent had had some wine at dinner and she was in a jovial mood.
“Is that a wand in your pocket?” she teased him, moving closer so that their bodies touched.
“No, I left my wand at the hotel-” Ernie started to explain in a matter-of-fact manner like he was addressing an idiot, but suddenly his cheeks glowed pink.
“I mean - I’m not like - it isn’t - I don’t-” he glanced downwards, “-I’m not even in that state!” he whispered furiously.
Millicent burst out laughing.
It was a while before she could compose herself enough to perch on the log without keeling over. She opened her eyes clearly to find Ernie sitting beside her, with an expression of sincerely displeasure etched on his face.
“You’re not funny,” he declared.
Millicent leant forward and kissed him. She expected him to pull back in surprise, but he didn’t. He grabbed his opportunity with both hands (literally; one was slipped around her waist and the other was in her hair) and responded with a firmness that sent small tingles down her spine.
Perhaps the Head Boy position was well deserved, Millicent mused as Ernie’s tongue coaxed her lips apart and slid inside. She had snogged Theodore Nott a few times back in the day but he approached the whole exercise like she would break from too much contact- or possibly break him. Ernie was much more insistent with his kissing and the enthusiasm was beginning to get her a little hot and bothered.
She pulled away and held Ernie at arm’s length. “How about now?”
“You’re still not funny,” he breathed, licking at his lips slightly. “But I really like you and I think we could have something special. Would you like to go out with me sometime?” He gave her a boyish smile.
Millicent froze. Curse Hufflepuffs and their sincerity. That was not the answer she was expecting. Being absolutely devoid of affectionate things to say, she changed the topic.
“That shirt needs to go,” she stated. She seized the top button and worked her way down, intent on removing the Hawaiian monstrosity from him. “It’s a crime against good taste,” she added as she stripped it off and chucked it into the fire.
“Hey!” Ernie protested. “My favourite beach shirt!”
“I’ll make it up to you,” she purred, feeling more comfortable now that she was directing things again. She could think about his question later.
“How?”
“Well…my parents are away tonight…” she trailed off.
Ernie frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
Millicent sighed. “You’re a little bit thick, you know that?”
He bristled. “I am not. A year ago I got more OWLs than everyone expect Hermione,” he said proudly.
She rolled her eyes. “Let me clarify things,” she said and leant in so that she could whisper into his ear. “To make up for it, I’ll let you take my shirt off…in bed.” By the way his breath caught in his throat and how his muscles tensed Millicent would bet he had a wand in his pocket now. She grinned smugly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. “C’mon.”
**
The End.
Pairing: Ernie/Millicent
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Millicent and Ernie bump into each other over the summer.
Disclaimer: JKR owns all. I'm just doing this for fun.
Notes: Written for the Behind Every Good Woman Rare-Het Challenge. Comments are like candy.
**
On Millicent’s 17th birthday she made a list of things she was going to accomplish before her 21st. One of the tasks was getting laid. Sick and tired of not being able to participate in the sometimes raucous discussions in the Slytherin Girls’ Dorms, this upcoming family beachside holiday was the ideal time to flaunt her developed and recently perfected chest and cross at least one task off before the summer was over. There was always something liberating about being close to the sea, Millicent thought, and the fact that no one from Hogwarts would be around meant that she could behave as she wished.
Unfortunately, on the first day she bumped into Ernie Macmillan.
It was subtle. First she had found something shiny in the sand. She reached for it, turned it over on her palm and discovered that it was a Head Boy badge. The pattern of logic that pointed to Macmillan being near had already formed in her head when the real person showed up.
“Millicent!” he exclaimed in surprise. Now, it could have possibly been the sun frying her brain, but damn the boy looked good. Millicent found that almost everyone looked better when away from a classroom setting, and Macmillan wasn’t an exception. He had light blue eyes and a pleasant sort of half-smile, his arms looked like they lifted heavy stuff for a living and his smooth, toned chest-
“Stop staring!” she barked at herself, but Macmillan also snapped his gaze away so swiftly that he fell over.
“You were looking at my chest, weren’t you?” Millicent smirked. She hoped that the answer was yes, but he merely murmured hello and asked, blushingly, if he could have his badge back.
She thought quickly. She did genuinely want to chat with him, but not right now. She felt that they were both caught off-guard, and Millicent enjoyed conversations best when she could prepare beforehand what she would say.
“How about not yet?” she said, smiling sweetly. “Tell you what, there’s going to be campfire down here tonight. Meet me here and then I’ll give you your badge back,” she explained in a rush. Macmillan opened his mouth to protest but she cut him by flouncing away.
**
Her parents had left for a night out on the town with instructions that they wouldn’t be back until very late and to make sure she went to bed on time. If she had her way, Millicent thought, as she stood by the fire in a singlet top and a slip of a skirt, she would be in bed quite soon.
“I’m here; can I have my badge back now?” Macmillan came trundling up. She scowled as he mentioned the damn badge and so decided to just tell him the truth.
“Your badge isn’t here.”
“What!? Oh c’mon, you said-” his words disappeared into the night air as Millicent stroked her hand down the side of his face. He paused and swallowed anxiously, a glimmer of sweat shining upon his brow.
Millicent had had some wine at dinner and she was in a jovial mood.
“Is that a wand in your pocket?” she teased him, moving closer so that their bodies touched.
“No, I left my wand at the hotel-” Ernie started to explain in a matter-of-fact manner like he was addressing an idiot, but suddenly his cheeks glowed pink.
“I mean - I’m not like - it isn’t - I don’t-” he glanced downwards, “-I’m not even in that state!” he whispered furiously.
Millicent burst out laughing.
It was a while before she could compose herself enough to perch on the log without keeling over. She opened her eyes clearly to find Ernie sitting beside her, with an expression of sincerely displeasure etched on his face.
“You’re not funny,” he declared.
Millicent leant forward and kissed him. She expected him to pull back in surprise, but he didn’t. He grabbed his opportunity with both hands (literally; one was slipped around her waist and the other was in her hair) and responded with a firmness that sent small tingles down her spine.
Perhaps the Head Boy position was well deserved, Millicent mused as Ernie’s tongue coaxed her lips apart and slid inside. She had snogged Theodore Nott a few times back in the day but he approached the whole exercise like she would break from too much contact- or possibly break him. Ernie was much more insistent with his kissing and the enthusiasm was beginning to get her a little hot and bothered.
She pulled away and held Ernie at arm’s length. “How about now?”
“You’re still not funny,” he breathed, licking at his lips slightly. “But I really like you and I think we could have something special. Would you like to go out with me sometime?” He gave her a boyish smile.
Millicent froze. Curse Hufflepuffs and their sincerity. That was not the answer she was expecting. Being absolutely devoid of affectionate things to say, she changed the topic.
“That shirt needs to go,” she stated. She seized the top button and worked her way down, intent on removing the Hawaiian monstrosity from him. “It’s a crime against good taste,” she added as she stripped it off and chucked it into the fire.
“Hey!” Ernie protested. “My favourite beach shirt!”
“I’ll make it up to you,” she purred, feeling more comfortable now that she was directing things again. She could think about his question later.
“How?”
“Well…my parents are away tonight…” she trailed off.
Ernie frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
Millicent sighed. “You’re a little bit thick, you know that?”
He bristled. “I am not. A year ago I got more OWLs than everyone expect Hermione,” he said proudly.
She rolled her eyes. “Let me clarify things,” she said and leant in so that she could whisper into his ear. “To make up for it, I’ll let you take my shirt off…in bed.” By the way his breath caught in his throat and how his muscles tensed Millicent would bet he had a wand in his pocket now. She grinned smugly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. “C’mon.”
**
The End.