Ficlet: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 2/13)
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Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: a smoky haze
Rating: R
Word Count: 608
Summary: Draco and Rose are trapped in someone else's plan for revenge.
Link to Prompt Table: Here
Warnings: Abuse of power, dub-con, infidelity, invasion of privacy, language, some sexual content and (highlight for spoiler)minor character death in later chapters.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenb23more for the beta! Also, I spell it Asteria because that's how JKR spelled it on the Weasley Family Tree.
like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull
Rose Weasley was never going to be a great beauty.
As a child, she'd been a gangly and buck-toothed with wild hair and too many freckles. Yet, given her parentage, she wasn't as unfortunate as she could have been. As an adult, her hair had darkened some, she developed a figure (though her breasts were still too small and her hips just a bit too big), and had her teeth fixed.
(Draco had considered having his son's vision checked when he bemoaned the loss of resemblance to a chipmunk, claiming it had been “endearing.”)
Despite her hundred little flaws, he couldn't stop thinking about her. It startled him to think all the little idiosyncrasies about her that he had picked up over the years. The way she moved her hands as she talked, spreading her fingers apart with certain words. How her mouth curved over certain words, her tongue running over her lips when nervous. The way she crossed her legs at the knee, often jiggling her foot. How after a month spent on Greek beaches, her auburn hair had gold strands in it and the dusting of freckles on her shoulders now extended across her chest, dipping below her the neck of her blouse.
She had become a familiar melody that Draco couldn't get out of his head.
He'd spotted her the other day as she and a friend made their way down Diagon Alley, both still in their dark green Healer robes. With her hair and complexion, it was an attractive color on Rose. Rather than say hello, he had watched her as she spoke with her friend, lips splitting into a wide grin at a shared joke.
Like hearing that song again, Draco had hoped that seeing her would be enough to end this newfound fascination.
***
He awoke after a vivid dream of red hair spread across his pillow and tanned legs wrapped tightly around his waist. With a glance to be certain Asteria was still sleeping, Draco slipped into the loo. A few strokes and the realization he had just dreamt of his daughter-in-law in his marital bed was all he needed.
Despite not remembering when exactly, he knew he'd had that dream before.
***
Sunday brunch had been an awkward affair, at least for him. Draco had spent the entire time alternating between trying to look at Rose without anyone noticing and doing his best to ignore her presence at the table. He'd failed at the both; three times Rose caught him looking at her, the last being as he gazed at her legs beneath the glass tabletop under the guise of looking at his folded paper, almost transfixed by the small gap between her knees and his desire to slip his hand into that space. Rose had crossed her legs, the action causing him to look up and meet her stony expression with one of his own. Raising a brow at her as if she were the one acting oddly, he didn't look at her for the rest of the meal.
Until now. With her back turned as Asteria showed her and Scorpius some new additions to the garden, Draco could watch her freely. Today she wore a halter dress that stopped just above her knees. Pale beige in color, it was difficult at first to tell where the dress ended and her skin began. With her hair up in a messy bun, he could see the ties at the nape of her neck. Quite certain she hadn't worn a bra, he imagined undoing those ties and covering her breast with his hand.
As if sensing his attention, Rose looked over her shoulder; the look on her face inscrutable.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: a smoky haze
Rating: R
Word Count: 608
Summary: Draco and Rose are trapped in someone else's plan for revenge.
Link to Prompt Table: Here
Warnings: Abuse of power, dub-con, infidelity, invasion of privacy, language, some sexual content and (highlight for spoiler)minor character death in later chapters.
Notes: Thanks to
queenb23more for the beta! Also, I spell it Asteria because that's how JKR spelled it on the Weasley Family Tree.Rose Weasley was never going to be a great beauty.
As a child, she'd been a gangly and buck-toothed with wild hair and too many freckles. Yet, given her parentage, she wasn't as unfortunate as she could have been. As an adult, her hair had darkened some, she developed a figure (though her breasts were still too small and her hips just a bit too big), and had her teeth fixed.
(Draco had considered having his son's vision checked when he bemoaned the loss of resemblance to a chipmunk, claiming it had been “endearing.”)
Despite her hundred little flaws, he couldn't stop thinking about her. It startled him to think all the little idiosyncrasies about her that he had picked up over the years. The way she moved her hands as she talked, spreading her fingers apart with certain words. How her mouth curved over certain words, her tongue running over her lips when nervous. The way she crossed her legs at the knee, often jiggling her foot. How after a month spent on Greek beaches, her auburn hair had gold strands in it and the dusting of freckles on her shoulders now extended across her chest, dipping below her the neck of her blouse.
She had become a familiar melody that Draco couldn't get out of his head.
He'd spotted her the other day as she and a friend made their way down Diagon Alley, both still in their dark green Healer robes. With her hair and complexion, it was an attractive color on Rose. Rather than say hello, he had watched her as she spoke with her friend, lips splitting into a wide grin at a shared joke.
Like hearing that song again, Draco had hoped that seeing her would be enough to end this newfound fascination.
He awoke after a vivid dream of red hair spread across his pillow and tanned legs wrapped tightly around his waist. With a glance to be certain Asteria was still sleeping, Draco slipped into the loo. A few strokes and the realization he had just dreamt of his daughter-in-law in his marital bed was all he needed.
Despite not remembering when exactly, he knew he'd had that dream before.
Sunday brunch had been an awkward affair, at least for him. Draco had spent the entire time alternating between trying to look at Rose without anyone noticing and doing his best to ignore her presence at the table. He'd failed at the both; three times Rose caught him looking at her, the last being as he gazed at her legs beneath the glass tabletop under the guise of looking at his folded paper, almost transfixed by the small gap between her knees and his desire to slip his hand into that space. Rose had crossed her legs, the action causing him to look up and meet her stony expression with one of his own. Raising a brow at her as if she were the one acting oddly, he didn't look at her for the rest of the meal.
Until now. With her back turned as Asteria showed her and Scorpius some new additions to the garden, Draco could watch her freely. Today she wore a halter dress that stopped just above her knees. Pale beige in color, it was difficult at first to tell where the dress ended and her skin began. With her hair up in a messy bun, he could see the ties at the nape of her neck. Quite certain she hadn't worn a bra, he imagined undoing those ties and covering her breast with his hand.
As if sensing his attention, Rose looked over her shoulder; the look on her face inscrutable.
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