New Drabble
Title: Revenge
Summary: "Narcissa never apparates to London."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 151
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Stan Shunpike/Narcissa
A/N: I was gonna post this in stanthe_man, but it doesn't seem as though I have posting access. No matter. I like it anyway.
Narcissa never apparates to London. She doesn’t go on a broom; she never, ever goes anywhere by Floo. Lucius would buy her a thestral-drawn carriage, if she asked, but she doesn’t.
When Narcissa goes to London, she takes the Knight Bus. She told Lucius a very sweet and touching story about how it reminded her of when she was a little girl. She was lying, but he believed her. Lucius always believes her; he doesn’t think she’s smart enough to deceive him.
She doesn’t even like the Knight Bus particularly. It’s quite hideous, and the ride is never comfortable. The conductor is spotty, too skinny, somewhat ugly, and far beneath her.
But when the doors open, she’s all over him, hands grabbing, lips brushing every bit of skin she can find.
And when Lucius dispassionately kisses those same lips, it takes all she has not to die laughing. Revenge is delicious.
Summary: "Narcissa never apparates to London."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 151
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Stan Shunpike/Narcissa
A/N: I was gonna post this in stanthe_man, but it doesn't seem as though I have posting access. No matter. I like it anyway.
Narcissa never apparates to London. She doesn’t go on a broom; she never, ever goes anywhere by Floo. Lucius would buy her a thestral-drawn carriage, if she asked, but she doesn’t.
When Narcissa goes to London, she takes the Knight Bus. She told Lucius a very sweet and touching story about how it reminded her of when she was a little girl. She was lying, but he believed her. Lucius always believes her; he doesn’t think she’s smart enough to deceive him.
She doesn’t even like the Knight Bus particularly. It’s quite hideous, and the ride is never comfortable. The conductor is spotty, too skinny, somewhat ugly, and far beneath her.
But when the doors open, she’s all over him, hands grabbing, lips brushing every bit of skin she can find.
And when Lucius dispassionately kisses those same lips, it takes all she has not to die laughing. Revenge is delicious.