Winter Shorts 2008 Round Two: Fic - The Little Present - R
Title: The Little Present
Name: xxthecatsmeowxx
Prompt: #126 - Marmalade, overworked, mini-skirt.
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1,097
Rating: R
Betas: Raechel
Author's Notes: Lol this came out a bit different than planned…basically I had 3 different endings. One wasn’t written, one got written but was way out there and Scorp was cruel lol, and well this one which fits in the word limit unlike the other.
Summary: After a tiresome amount of school work, all Scorpius wants is to eat his toast in peace. Unfortunately an owl comes by and drops of an interesting parcel sending his plans out the window.
Sometimes Scorpius wished he had been more Slytherin and a lot less Ravenclaw. Then he wouldn’t feel the need to work as hard as he did. If he had been more like Malfoys before him he’d be having a laugh with some mates, picking on the ‘inferior’, or spending time snogging his boyfriend Albus instead of feeling exhausted as all hell from his work. He sure as hell wouldn’t have gone the extra mile on his essay. Sometimes his knowledge and feeling of proving its existence was a chore.
Sighing as he took off his robe and set it on the trunk by his bed, Scorpius decided that he needed to relax and rest a bit. He walked over to his nightstand and opened up the drawer, revealing magically cooled bread and Seville orange marmalade. He smiled softly at the sight. There really wasn’t any other treat he liked than his imported snack. He grabbed the cool food out of the night stand along with the knife beside them and sat down on his bed. He magically toasted the bread before opening the jar and spreading the sweet marmalade on it.
As he sat on his bed eating, an owl appeared in the window of his dorm with a parcel. He raised a curious eyebrow and sat his food down on the night stand. He walked over to the window, where he petted the owl’s soft feathered head and took the package. The parcel had no return address so he shooed off the bird and began to open it.
Now Scorpius was not the kind to easily shock, but the contents left him speechless and confused. Inside was what looked like a miniature version of the skirts the female students wore. He quickly checked the wrapping of the parcel to make sure there was honestly no return. When he saw nothing, he silently cursed himself for shooing of the bird without giving it a lovely note to its owner saying “tosser” in large letters.
He let out a frustrated sigh and threw the skirt near his robe on his trunk. He then walked over to his night stand and took a bite of his toast, going over in his mind whom it was that sent that mini-skirt and wanted to die so dearly. Truth be told, he wasn’t so much angry that someone sent him the skirt. No, he was irritated that he didn’t know who had the nerve to send it. When he thought about it, it could have been a number of people, most likely someone he knew. His friends often joked how he was a girly priss and might as well dress like one.
Maybe I should get rid of them, he thought to himself, realizing how much his friends were gits. Then again his boyfriend was one and he kept him, though that probably had to do with the fact that he is a great kisser and incredible shag. Very incredible, he thought with a smirk.
He let out another sigh, still munching on his toast. His eyes glanced over towards the skirt on his trunk. Curiosity then engulfed him, making he made his way over to it. He picked it up, and thought to himself that there was no sense letting a gift go to waste.
His eyes moved to the door and he took his wand from his pocket and locked it to make sure one of his dorm mates didn’t happen to stumble upon what Scorpius, for some insane reason, was about to do. Once it was safe from people walking in on him, he removed his pants and put on the ridiculous article on clothing. He then walked over to the body-length mirror, which he had added to the room to make sure he always looked his best, and took a good look at how he looked.
“Ooo sexy,” said a voice that made Scorpius jump.
The blond boy turned around to find the voice and saw an all too familiar boy hovering on a broom outside his window. “Albus Severus Potter, what in the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Just seeing how you liked my present,” Albus smirked.
Scorpius’s eyes grew wide in anger and pointed threatening finger at his boyfriend. “I swear I will kill you, you stupid git!”
“What’s wrong?” the Slytherin asked with a false innocence. “Don’t you like it?”
“Of course I don’t!”
“But you are wearing it,” the boy pointed out much to Scorpius’s disapproval.
The Ravenclaw stomped his way over to his lover and grabbed him by the neck and pulling him in, making Albus lose hold of his broom and sending it hurtling to an innocent group of Hufflepuffs below.
“My broom!” Albus cried.
“Tough luck,” Scorpius replied, dragging him from the window and further into the room before forcing his boyfriend to look at him face to face. “What gave you the bright idea of giving me this ridiculous skirt?”
“Your friends,” Albus answered with a smirk. “All their talk of you dressing as a girl really made my imagination wandering.”
Scorpius sighed in frustration, “I really do hate them.”
“I rather like them,” the Slytherin replied. “After all, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t get to see you looking so sexy.”
“That is exactly why I hate them and I do not look sexy, I look ridiculous.”
“You do not look ridiculous,” Albus argued and before the blonde could reply, he took Scorpius’s hand and put it on his hardened groin. “It can not tell a lie.”
“Actually there are spells that can cause-” Scorpius began with blush on his cheeks, but Albus’s finger on his lips interrupted him.
Albus chuckled and said, “Just be quiet.”
Before the Ravenclaw could say anything more, his boyfriend placed his lips on his and slowly made there way to Scorpius’s bed.
“Now let me prove to you how much I love your skirt,” Albus said as he pulled away from the kiss.
“Well,” Scorpius began with a forceful tone. “Just don’t expect to see me wear the skirt you love so much.” He then smirked as he added, “Unless of course you persuade me that it is in my better interest to wear it.”
“I think I can arrange that,” Albus chuckled as he leaned down to kiss him again and an idle hand reached down for the blonde’s hardened length, earning a moan of pleasure from Scorpius.
And Albus did persuade his boyfriend. After their encounter, Scorpius had a new and loving view on his little present.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Name: xxthecatsmeowxx
Prompt: #126 - Marmalade, overworked, mini-skirt.
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1,097
Rating: R
Betas: Raechel
Author's Notes: Lol this came out a bit different than planned…basically I had 3 different endings. One wasn’t written, one got written but was way out there and Scorp was cruel lol, and well this one which fits in the word limit unlike the other.
Summary: After a tiresome amount of school work, all Scorpius wants is to eat his toast in peace. Unfortunately an owl comes by and drops of an interesting parcel sending his plans out the window.
Sometimes Scorpius wished he had been more Slytherin and a lot less Ravenclaw. Then he wouldn’t feel the need to work as hard as he did. If he had been more like Malfoys before him he’d be having a laugh with some mates, picking on the ‘inferior’, or spending time snogging his boyfriend Albus instead of feeling exhausted as all hell from his work. He sure as hell wouldn’t have gone the extra mile on his essay. Sometimes his knowledge and feeling of proving its existence was a chore.
Sighing as he took off his robe and set it on the trunk by his bed, Scorpius decided that he needed to relax and rest a bit. He walked over to his nightstand and opened up the drawer, revealing magically cooled bread and Seville orange marmalade. He smiled softly at the sight. There really wasn’t any other treat he liked than his imported snack. He grabbed the cool food out of the night stand along with the knife beside them and sat down on his bed. He magically toasted the bread before opening the jar and spreading the sweet marmalade on it.
As he sat on his bed eating, an owl appeared in the window of his dorm with a parcel. He raised a curious eyebrow and sat his food down on the night stand. He walked over to the window, where he petted the owl’s soft feathered head and took the package. The parcel had no return address so he shooed off the bird and began to open it.
Now Scorpius was not the kind to easily shock, but the contents left him speechless and confused. Inside was what looked like a miniature version of the skirts the female students wore. He quickly checked the wrapping of the parcel to make sure there was honestly no return. When he saw nothing, he silently cursed himself for shooing of the bird without giving it a lovely note to its owner saying “tosser” in large letters.
He let out a frustrated sigh and threw the skirt near his robe on his trunk. He then walked over to his night stand and took a bite of his toast, going over in his mind whom it was that sent that mini-skirt and wanted to die so dearly. Truth be told, he wasn’t so much angry that someone sent him the skirt. No, he was irritated that he didn’t know who had the nerve to send it. When he thought about it, it could have been a number of people, most likely someone he knew. His friends often joked how he was a girly priss and might as well dress like one.
Maybe I should get rid of them, he thought to himself, realizing how much his friends were gits. Then again his boyfriend was one and he kept him, though that probably had to do with the fact that he is a great kisser and incredible shag. Very incredible, he thought with a smirk.
He let out another sigh, still munching on his toast. His eyes glanced over towards the skirt on his trunk. Curiosity then engulfed him, making he made his way over to it. He picked it up, and thought to himself that there was no sense letting a gift go to waste.
His eyes moved to the door and he took his wand from his pocket and locked it to make sure one of his dorm mates didn’t happen to stumble upon what Scorpius, for some insane reason, was about to do. Once it was safe from people walking in on him, he removed his pants and put on the ridiculous article on clothing. He then walked over to the body-length mirror, which he had added to the room to make sure he always looked his best, and took a good look at how he looked.
“Ooo sexy,” said a voice that made Scorpius jump.
The blond boy turned around to find the voice and saw an all too familiar boy hovering on a broom outside his window. “Albus Severus Potter, what in the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Just seeing how you liked my present,” Albus smirked.
Scorpius’s eyes grew wide in anger and pointed threatening finger at his boyfriend. “I swear I will kill you, you stupid git!”
“What’s wrong?” the Slytherin asked with a false innocence. “Don’t you like it?”
“Of course I don’t!”
“But you are wearing it,” the boy pointed out much to Scorpius’s disapproval.
The Ravenclaw stomped his way over to his lover and grabbed him by the neck and pulling him in, making Albus lose hold of his broom and sending it hurtling to an innocent group of Hufflepuffs below.
“My broom!” Albus cried.
“Tough luck,” Scorpius replied, dragging him from the window and further into the room before forcing his boyfriend to look at him face to face. “What gave you the bright idea of giving me this ridiculous skirt?”
“Your friends,” Albus answered with a smirk. “All their talk of you dressing as a girl really made my imagination wandering.”
Scorpius sighed in frustration, “I really do hate them.”
“I rather like them,” the Slytherin replied. “After all, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t get to see you looking so sexy.”
“That is exactly why I hate them and I do not look sexy, I look ridiculous.”
“You do not look ridiculous,” Albus argued and before the blonde could reply, he took Scorpius’s hand and put it on his hardened groin. “It can not tell a lie.”
“Actually there are spells that can cause-” Scorpius began with blush on his cheeks, but Albus’s finger on his lips interrupted him.
Albus chuckled and said, “Just be quiet.”
Before the Ravenclaw could say anything more, his boyfriend placed his lips on his and slowly made there way to Scorpius’s bed.
“Now let me prove to you how much I love your skirt,” Albus said as he pulled away from the kiss.
“Well,” Scorpius began with a forceful tone. “Just don’t expect to see me wear the skirt you love so much.” He then smirked as he added, “Unless of course you persuade me that it is in my better interest to wear it.”
“I think I can arrange that,” Albus chuckled as he leaned down to kiss him again and an idle hand reached down for the blonde’s hardened length, earning a moan of pleasure from Scorpius.
And Albus did persuade his boyfriend. After their encounter, Scorpius had a new and loving view on his little present.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.