Drabble: Locker Room
Title: Locker Room
Author: dexstarr
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for hp_humpdrabbles 2010 Humpathon. Prompt posted by elle_blessing, and was "James/Bellatrix, 'lead me not into temptation.'"
Characters: Bellatrix Black, James Potter
Warnings: Slight language/violence
Author's Note: I had to adjust Bella's age, so I made her and James both 7th years.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR, and are not mine.
Summary: Bellatrix surprises James in the locker room after a Quidditch game.
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James is toweling dry from a long, hot shower - Lily hates sweat - when he hears the door to the locker room open and close.
“Who’s there?” He calls, expecting it to be one of his teammates, probably wondering why their star Chaser isn’t up in Gryffindor tower for the victory party.
Whoever it is doesn’t answer, so James turns - and almost drops his towel. “Black,” he spits. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Bellatrix Black is standing across from him, still wearing her Slytherin-green Quidditch robes. Her black hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, and she’s practically leering at him, lazily running her eyes over his naked chest.
James clutches his towel tighter, suddenly very aware of his nudity, and says again, “Why are you here?” He’s not scared of her - James Potter is scared of no one - but he definitely doesn’t like the predatory gleam in her dark eyes.
She smiles wolfishly, showing sharp white teeth, and James feels a cold shiver go down his spine. “Why I thought you might like the chance to pay me back for this,” she answers, lightly touching the bruise starting to blossom around his right eye.
“Don’t tempt me, Black,” he growls angrily, and steps back, away from her long, pale fingers.
“But I hit you on purpose,” she whispers, moving forward until James is trapped against the wall. “Maybe I wanted to tempt you.”
James swallows thickly, wanting to be anywhere but here, especially when he feels his groin stirring in response to the girl’s closeness. He’s always liked a bit of danger - but this is so not the time. “Black -”
Bellatrix brings that damn hand up again and traces the line of his jaw. “Maybe,” she says, as her fingers dance along his bottom lip, “I should send a Bludger here next time.”
“You’re a bitch.” Maybe if he angers her enough she’ll go away….
But her easy laugh only annoys him. “Why yes, I am,” Bellatrix agrees, as her hand crawls up his face, to press painfully against his black eye. “I liked giving you that,” she murmurs, licking her tongue along the curve of his ear.
James’s anger rises in his chest like magma in a volcano - he’s had enough. Roughly he snatches her wrist, wrenching her fingers from his face. Dropping his towel he grabs her other arm and shoves her, hard, until she’s the one against the wall. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Bellatrix breathes huskily, bucking her hips against his bare pelvis. “Do I tempt you, Potter?”
In response, James lets go of one wrist and clumsily fumbles with the snaps on her robe. The cloth slides off her body, pooling in a brilliant green heap on the floor.
Green.
Lily.
Fuck.
Brought back to his senses - just in time, he thinks - James turns his back on Bellatrix and picks up his towel.
“No, you don’t,” he says, and strolls out of the locker room.
***
Author: dexstarr
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for hp_humpdrabbles 2010 Humpathon. Prompt posted by elle_blessing, and was "James/Bellatrix, 'lead me not into temptation.'"
Characters: Bellatrix Black, James Potter
Warnings: Slight language/violence
Author's Note: I had to adjust Bella's age, so I made her and James both 7th years.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR, and are not mine.
Summary: Bellatrix surprises James in the locker room after a Quidditch game.
***
James is toweling dry from a long, hot shower - Lily hates sweat - when he hears the door to the locker room open and close.
“Who’s there?” He calls, expecting it to be one of his teammates, probably wondering why their star Chaser isn’t up in Gryffindor tower for the victory party.
Whoever it is doesn’t answer, so James turns - and almost drops his towel. “Black,” he spits. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Bellatrix Black is standing across from him, still wearing her Slytherin-green Quidditch robes. Her black hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, and she’s practically leering at him, lazily running her eyes over his naked chest.
James clutches his towel tighter, suddenly very aware of his nudity, and says again, “Why are you here?” He’s not scared of her - James Potter is scared of no one - but he definitely doesn’t like the predatory gleam in her dark eyes.
She smiles wolfishly, showing sharp white teeth, and James feels a cold shiver go down his spine. “Why I thought you might like the chance to pay me back for this,” she answers, lightly touching the bruise starting to blossom around his right eye.
“Don’t tempt me, Black,” he growls angrily, and steps back, away from her long, pale fingers.
“But I hit you on purpose,” she whispers, moving forward until James is trapped against the wall. “Maybe I wanted to tempt you.”
James swallows thickly, wanting to be anywhere but here, especially when he feels his groin stirring in response to the girl’s closeness. He’s always liked a bit of danger - but this is so not the time. “Black -”
Bellatrix brings that damn hand up again and traces the line of his jaw. “Maybe,” she says, as her fingers dance along his bottom lip, “I should send a Bludger here next time.”
“You’re a bitch.” Maybe if he angers her enough she’ll go away….
But her easy laugh only annoys him. “Why yes, I am,” Bellatrix agrees, as her hand crawls up his face, to press painfully against his black eye. “I liked giving you that,” she murmurs, licking her tongue along the curve of his ear.
James’s anger rises in his chest like magma in a volcano - he’s had enough. Roughly he snatches her wrist, wrenching her fingers from his face. Dropping his towel he grabs her other arm and shoves her, hard, until she’s the one against the wall. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Bellatrix breathes huskily, bucking her hips against his bare pelvis. “Do I tempt you, Potter?”
In response, James lets go of one wrist and clumsily fumbles with the snaps on her robe. The cloth slides off her body, pooling in a brilliant green heap on the floor.
Green.
Lily.
Fuck.
Brought back to his senses - just in time, he thinks - James turns his back on Bellatrix and picks up his towel.
“No, you don’t,” he says, and strolls out of the locker room.
***