Ficlet: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 3/13)
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Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: to feel or not to feel
Rating: R
Word Count: 655
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.
this is not what I do
Hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise, he closed his eyes. Instead of pale skin and sleek black hair, Draco pictured Rose's red curls and tanned back beneath him. It was her on all fours, her left breathless, her legs that spread a little more, and her who made him cry out with his release.
Satisfied, Asteria crawled up the bed, head hitting the pillow as she lie on her back. Dropping down beside her, he kissed her shoulder – an afterthought. Lately, their lovemaking had been bereft of those little afterthoughts on his part. Draco always intended to be more mindful the next time only to forget as he got lost in thoughts of his newest obsession. Covering his eyes with his forearm, he tried not to think about that.
Asteria broke the silence with an almost airy, “Who were you thinking about?”
Raising his arm, he looked at her in horror, stammering, “What? Nothing. You.”
She gave an odd laugh and he looked away. Before they'd never had a problem discussing whatever little desires and crushes they had. Asteria had an easier time of it, delighting in mentioning his in the most perverse ways possible during their intimate moments and cozying up to them as much as she could should their paths cross in real life. Draco had no problem doing the first, enjoying anything that would make her blush and squirm, but he couldn't do the latter. The few times he had run into Asteria's crushes, he'd been perfectly obnoxious and insulting. As childish and silly as it was, he hated them for taking her attention away from him.
While fun when they were alone, he wasn't entirely comfortable with her knowing he ever thought of anyone else. It seemed improper. But Draco couldn't deny the guilty thrill he got when she mentioned those fantasies.
And now he had one he could never tell her about.
***
Walking back to the apothecary after lunch, Draco spotted his son and Rose. Scorpius had his arms around her waist and she had hers looped around his neck as they talked outside a café. Once upon a time, he would have wondered if they'd ever grow past their need for adolescent displays of affection. Now, Draco could only feel a slow burn of impatience.
Catching his eye, Rose glanced away quickly – before Scorpius could notice – and pulled her husband into a kiss.
He didn't like being envious of his own son.
***
Perhaps, it was a mid-life crisis.
It was a Sunday and he and Asteria were engaged in their usual routine of her applying his bi-monthly Hair-Replenishing Tonic while she discussed various plans people had for her upcoming fiftieth birthday. The feeling of her fingers tracing over her scalp again and again soothed him and if he tried, he could block everything from his mind. Including Rose.
“I know! It's that French Herbologist who supplies you with dittany, isn't it? Celeste.” With an affected pout she added, “Eet eez alwayz a pleazure to see you, Monsieur Malfoy.”
Craning his neck, Draco stared at her. “What?”
The playfulness she was attempting faltered for a moment. “This woman you have on your mind.”
“There's no one on my mind.”
Unconvinced and undaunted, Asteria squirted some of the tonic at the nape of his neck, running her fingers up in that way she knew he loved. “I'm sure you haven't paid any attention to how tight her jumpers are or her full lips. You know, with that dark bob, she reminds me a bit of Pansy...”
Asteria nattered on like that for a bit till finally he snapped. “Stop it, will you? I've told you there's no one else!”
His shoulders slumped at the affronted look on her face. Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles before giving her a small kiss on the mouth. “There's no one else. You're the only woman I love, you know that.”
She gave him a searching look. “I know that, Draco.”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: to feel or not to feel
Rating: R
Word Count: 655
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.Hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise, he closed his eyes. Instead of pale skin and sleek black hair, Draco pictured Rose's red curls and tanned back beneath him. It was her on all fours, her left breathless, her legs that spread a little more, and her who made him cry out with his release.
Satisfied, Asteria crawled up the bed, head hitting the pillow as she lie on her back. Dropping down beside her, he kissed her shoulder – an afterthought. Lately, their lovemaking had been bereft of those little afterthoughts on his part. Draco always intended to be more mindful the next time only to forget as he got lost in thoughts of his newest obsession. Covering his eyes with his forearm, he tried not to think about that.
Asteria broke the silence with an almost airy, “Who were you thinking about?”
Raising his arm, he looked at her in horror, stammering, “What? Nothing. You.”
She gave an odd laugh and he looked away. Before they'd never had a problem discussing whatever little desires and crushes they had. Asteria had an easier time of it, delighting in mentioning his in the most perverse ways possible during their intimate moments and cozying up to them as much as she could should their paths cross in real life. Draco had no problem doing the first, enjoying anything that would make her blush and squirm, but he couldn't do the latter. The few times he had run into Asteria's crushes, he'd been perfectly obnoxious and insulting. As childish and silly as it was, he hated them for taking her attention away from him.
While fun when they were alone, he wasn't entirely comfortable with her knowing he ever thought of anyone else. It seemed improper. But Draco couldn't deny the guilty thrill he got when she mentioned those fantasies.
And now he had one he could never tell her about.
Walking back to the apothecary after lunch, Draco spotted his son and Rose. Scorpius had his arms around her waist and she had hers looped around his neck as they talked outside a café. Once upon a time, he would have wondered if they'd ever grow past their need for adolescent displays of affection. Now, Draco could only feel a slow burn of impatience.
Catching his eye, Rose glanced away quickly – before Scorpius could notice – and pulled her husband into a kiss.
He didn't like being envious of his own son.
Perhaps, it was a mid-life crisis.
It was a Sunday and he and Asteria were engaged in their usual routine of her applying his bi-monthly Hair-Replenishing Tonic while she discussed various plans people had for her upcoming fiftieth birthday. The feeling of her fingers tracing over her scalp again and again soothed him and if he tried, he could block everything from his mind. Including Rose.
“I know! It's that French Herbologist who supplies you with dittany, isn't it? Celeste.” With an affected pout she added, “Eet eez alwayz a pleazure to see you, Monsieur Malfoy.”
Craning his neck, Draco stared at her. “What?”
The playfulness she was attempting faltered for a moment. “This woman you have on your mind.”
“There's no one on my mind.”
Unconvinced and undaunted, Asteria squirted some of the tonic at the nape of his neck, running her fingers up in that way she knew he loved. “I'm sure you haven't paid any attention to how tight her jumpers are or her full lips. You know, with that dark bob, she reminds me a bit of Pansy...”
Asteria nattered on like that for a bit till finally he snapped. “Stop it, will you? I've told you there's no one else!”
His shoulders slumped at the affronted look on her face. Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles before giving her a small kiss on the mouth. “There's no one else. You're the only woman I love, you know that.”
She gave him a searching look. “I know that, Draco.”
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