Century #10
Prompt: Anger
Words: 400
Ginny paced frantically, spitting out words like an angry cat, shoulders hunched, flinching at every explosion from outside the door. Her eyes were sparking; she looked very inclined to set off some fireworks from inside Draco's (very advanced, thank Merlin) shield charm.
"You idiot," she hissed, calling to mind even more the image of an infuriated feline. Draco smirked and tried to quell the urge to scratch behind her ears. "What the hell did you do that for! You can't just say - and then drag me off to a bedroom of all places, Draco - they're going to kill you. I might kill you."
Draco, lounging on the bed with his hands behind his head, merely shrugged. With a small smirk (honestly, more of a grin) he said, "Definitely still worth it."
At that, Ginny softened. Her shoulders relaxed, and her face smoothed out. Draco imagined her butting her head gently up under his hand, asking for more attention and affection.
"You know how much it means to me that you came clean about our relationship," she said as she walked over and leaned down to kiss him. "Thank you, Draco."
Draco shrugged lightly again, feeling very pleased with himself. It seemed the brothers had even given up, as the explosions had finally died down.
And then, two very terrible things happened. The first terrible thing: Ginny's grin widened wickedly, and she snapped, "But the way you delivered the news completely negates any bonus points you may've gotten from doing it, which leaves my brothers."
Her eyes were cold and maniacal, a familiar enough sight that Draco knew to run, but she'd trapped him flat on his back on the bed, and her fingernails were like claws - exactly like a cat that suddenly exacts unexpected revenge in the form of your arm as a scratch-post.
The second terrible thing happened almost immediately after the first, just long enough that Draco had time to freeze up in fear.
Outside the door, a muffled voice insisted, "Look, I'm a Curse Breaker, step out of my bloody way and let me open it!"
Equally muffled grumbles followed, and Ginny leered down at him with complete evil knowledge of what she was doing, and Draco couldn't do anything in time.
The door swung open with a creak. Six protective older brothers loomed down at Ginny straddling Draco.
He gulped.
She smirked.
Words: 400
Ginny paced frantically, spitting out words like an angry cat, shoulders hunched, flinching at every explosion from outside the door. Her eyes were sparking; she looked very inclined to set off some fireworks from inside Draco's (very advanced, thank Merlin) shield charm.
"You idiot," she hissed, calling to mind even more the image of an infuriated feline. Draco smirked and tried to quell the urge to scratch behind her ears. "What the hell did you do that for! You can't just say - and then drag me off to a bedroom of all places, Draco - they're going to kill you. I might kill you."
Draco, lounging on the bed with his hands behind his head, merely shrugged. With a small smirk (honestly, more of a grin) he said, "Definitely still worth it."
At that, Ginny softened. Her shoulders relaxed, and her face smoothed out. Draco imagined her butting her head gently up under his hand, asking for more attention and affection.
"You know how much it means to me that you came clean about our relationship," she said as she walked over and leaned down to kiss him. "Thank you, Draco."
Draco shrugged lightly again, feeling very pleased with himself. It seemed the brothers had even given up, as the explosions had finally died down.
And then, two very terrible things happened. The first terrible thing: Ginny's grin widened wickedly, and she snapped, "But the way you delivered the news completely negates any bonus points you may've gotten from doing it, which leaves my brothers."
Her eyes were cold and maniacal, a familiar enough sight that Draco knew to run, but she'd trapped him flat on his back on the bed, and her fingernails were like claws - exactly like a cat that suddenly exacts unexpected revenge in the form of your arm as a scratch-post.
The second terrible thing happened almost immediately after the first, just long enough that Draco had time to freeze up in fear.
Outside the door, a muffled voice insisted, "Look, I'm a Curse Breaker, step out of my bloody way and let me open it!"
Equally muffled grumbles followed, and Ginny leered down at him with complete evil knowledge of what she was doing, and Draco couldn't do anything in time.
The door swung open with a creak. Six protective older brothers loomed down at Ginny straddling Draco.
He gulped.
She smirked.