The Best Protection
Title: The Best Protection (I-III)
Team: The Order
Word Count: 100 (x 3)
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: First Kiss
Characters: Hermione/Severus, Dementor/Severus
A/N: Blame it on droxy -- it was her idea in a comment on my last drabble.
Part I: Dementor
It scented the air, being blind, for the mark of sanctioned prey. It was newly called, for much of its kind had been destroyed when they followed the Dark One into blackness.
It floated to where the tall one stood and pressed its lips to the other. It didn't want to hurry its first Kiss, there was much here so delicious to suck into itself--himself--for as this princely repast was taken in, something of the essence seeped in as it/he tasted, licked, nibbled slowly so as not to be sated by such a rich meal all too quickly.
Part II: Severus
Ironically, he knew that because of the woman before him, that the monster would feed well. Without her, he fancied there'd be no soul left to suck, no past happiness to lend sweetness so that the creature lingered, cupping his head when he pulled away, covering his mouth--though he felt glad that smothered his scream, since she had insisted on bearing witness.
He'd tried on last visit to use every taunt he could to destroy her love, drive her away so this would hurt less. But she'd betrayed him with her kiss, every bit as irresistible as their first.
Part III: Hermione
Cold, so cold the presence that sucked away every hope, every happy memory she tried to keep to the fore--and she'd only hope for a weapon now--hope and a stick of wood. She closed her eyes to shut out the hate around her, traced her lips and forced a smile on them, remembering, thrusting herself into her best memory. Transfiguring a pendant hanging on a chain with her wedding ring back into her wand, she cast a silent Expectum Patronum.
Years later, with their children around them, she'd tell them their father had been saved by a kiss.
Team: The Order
Word Count: 100 (x 3)
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: First Kiss
Characters: Hermione/Severus, Dementor/Severus
A/N: Blame it on droxy -- it was her idea in a comment on my last drabble.
Part I: Dementor
It scented the air, being blind, for the mark of sanctioned prey. It was newly called, for much of its kind had been destroyed when they followed the Dark One into blackness.
It floated to where the tall one stood and pressed its lips to the other. It didn't want to hurry its first Kiss, there was much here so delicious to suck into itself--himself--for as this princely repast was taken in, something of the essence seeped in as it/he tasted, licked, nibbled slowly so as not to be sated by such a rich meal all too quickly.
Part II: Severus
Ironically, he knew that because of the woman before him, that the monster would feed well. Without her, he fancied there'd be no soul left to suck, no past happiness to lend sweetness so that the creature lingered, cupping his head when he pulled away, covering his mouth--though he felt glad that smothered his scream, since she had insisted on bearing witness.
He'd tried on last visit to use every taunt he could to destroy her love, drive her away so this would hurt less. But she'd betrayed him with her kiss, every bit as irresistible as their first.
Part III: Hermione
Cold, so cold the presence that sucked away every hope, every happy memory she tried to keep to the fore--and she'd only hope for a weapon now--hope and a stick of wood. She closed her eyes to shut out the hate around her, traced her lips and forced a smile on them, remembering, thrusting herself into her best memory. Transfiguring a pendant hanging on a chain with her wedding ring back into her wand, she cast a silent Expectum Patronum.
Years later, with their children around them, she'd tell them their father had been saved by a kiss.