Vengeance
Title: Vengeance
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 017 - Now
Word Count: 600
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and more
“Draco.”
He advances towards me and I shake my head and fix him to the spot with an unforgiving stare. “Stay right where you are.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I bet.”
There’s laughter coming from downstairs. We were in the middle of hosting a dinner party. What an unfortunate time to find out that my bastard, cheating boyfriend slept with someone else. And even more unfortunate to find out that the guy he slept with is sitting at my table, eating my food and having a good time in my house. There’s a million thoughts racing through my mind all at once and no matter how hard I try I can’t make sense of a single one of them.
“Draco.” Harry risks walking towards me again.
I clench my fists. “Stop right there. Don’t you fucking move one more step.”
He stays rooted to the spot. I didn’t scare him with violence. He just doesn’t want to piss me off. But that’s how you generally feel when you find out you’re not good enough for someone.
“I was drunk. We’d had that argument -”
“And I pushed you into the open arms of that fucker?”
His face crumples but I don’t feel any sympathy.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say. “You are going to disappear from here. I don’t want you anywhere near this house and you’ll stay away until you hear otherwise from me.”
He opens his mouth as if he’s about to protest but I continue regardless.
“I am going to go downstairs and fix the damage you’ve caused.” It suddenly dawns on me that we’ve been upstairs for a long time. “This isn’t the sort of behaviour from a courteous host.”
He’s still standing there and I narrow my eyes. “What are you waiting for? A goodbye kiss? Fucking go! Now.”
“What about?” He inclines his head downstairs and at this point I’m grinding my teeth so hard I swear one of them is going to break.
“If I hear one more word laced with concern for that slut leave your mouth again then it’s over for good. Understand?”
It’s a rhetorical question and he understands because he takes the jar containing the floo powder from the shelf and tips a handful into his hand.
I shut my eyes and see the flash of green from behind my closed lids and when I open them again my eyes are tear-drenched and I let salt cascade shamelessly but silently down my cheeks.
***
“Draco!”
It’s Hermione who has called my name and I smile at her as I make my way downstairs. I take in the guests. I take in him. Oh yes, he’d get his.
“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asks.
“Had to run out,” I say, sliding into my chair.
“Where did he go?” asks Dean.
“Out,” I reply shortly.
“Is he going to be long?” asks Seamus.
“Why?” I ask tetchily.
Seamus shifted in his seat. “I just wondered.”
“What’s wrong, Draco? You seem on edge.”
I lock eyes with Ron. “Do I? Do I, really?”
He looks confused. “Yes.”
I smile slightly. “I guess I just need to let off some steam.”
He nods, without a clue of knowing what I know and starts up a conversation with Hermione. I lean back in my seat and take in all the male guests.
There’s Ron, Dean, Seamus, Blaise, Theodore, Neville and Colin.
And I don’t care how long it takes but I will get him on his own and I will make him pay.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 017 - Now
Word Count: 600
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and more
“Draco.”
He advances towards me and I shake my head and fix him to the spot with an unforgiving stare. “Stay right where you are.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I bet.”
There’s laughter coming from downstairs. We were in the middle of hosting a dinner party. What an unfortunate time to find out that my bastard, cheating boyfriend slept with someone else. And even more unfortunate to find out that the guy he slept with is sitting at my table, eating my food and having a good time in my house. There’s a million thoughts racing through my mind all at once and no matter how hard I try I can’t make sense of a single one of them.
“Draco.” Harry risks walking towards me again.
I clench my fists. “Stop right there. Don’t you fucking move one more step.”
He stays rooted to the spot. I didn’t scare him with violence. He just doesn’t want to piss me off. But that’s how you generally feel when you find out you’re not good enough for someone.
“I was drunk. We’d had that argument -”
“And I pushed you into the open arms of that fucker?”
His face crumples but I don’t feel any sympathy.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say. “You are going to disappear from here. I don’t want you anywhere near this house and you’ll stay away until you hear otherwise from me.”
He opens his mouth as if he’s about to protest but I continue regardless.
“I am going to go downstairs and fix the damage you’ve caused.” It suddenly dawns on me that we’ve been upstairs for a long time. “This isn’t the sort of behaviour from a courteous host.”
He’s still standing there and I narrow my eyes. “What are you waiting for? A goodbye kiss? Fucking go! Now.”
“What about?” He inclines his head downstairs and at this point I’m grinding my teeth so hard I swear one of them is going to break.
“If I hear one more word laced with concern for that slut leave your mouth again then it’s over for good. Understand?”
It’s a rhetorical question and he understands because he takes the jar containing the floo powder from the shelf and tips a handful into his hand.
I shut my eyes and see the flash of green from behind my closed lids and when I open them again my eyes are tear-drenched and I let salt cascade shamelessly but silently down my cheeks.
***
“Draco!”
It’s Hermione who has called my name and I smile at her as I make my way downstairs. I take in the guests. I take in him. Oh yes, he’d get his.
“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asks.
“Had to run out,” I say, sliding into my chair.
“Where did he go?” asks Dean.
“Out,” I reply shortly.
“Is he going to be long?” asks Seamus.
“Why?” I ask tetchily.
Seamus shifted in his seat. “I just wondered.”
“What’s wrong, Draco? You seem on edge.”
I lock eyes with Ron. “Do I? Do I, really?”
He looks confused. “Yes.”
I smile slightly. “I guess I just need to let off some steam.”
He nods, without a clue of knowing what I know and starts up a conversation with Hermione. I lean back in my seat and take in all the male guests.
There’s Ron, Dean, Seamus, Blaise, Theodore, Neville and Colin.
And I don’t care how long it takes but I will get him on his own and I will make him pay.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.