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Ficlet: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 4/13)
Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: to whet the appetite of a demand
Rating: R
Word Count: 976
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.
it's a small crime and I've got no excuse
“Are you feeling all right, Dad? You seem distracted.”
“You sound like your mother.”
Knowing that Asteria had been called into work today, he had stopped by the Ministry with the intent of taking her out for lunch. It was a gesture he felt he should make even if he'd rather spend the time alone. But she had been out and he had run into Scorpius instead.
“Well, maybe she has a point.”
“I just have a lot on my mind, that's all.” Not wanting to bother with a lie about what, he asked his son about his job, hoping to distract him.
It worked. Scorpius spent the next twenty minutes telling him about a misadventure he and another Auror (Weasley, by the sounds of it, though Scorpius wouldn't say his name) had regarding a young Troll that had wandered from its tribe.
“By the way, Rose mentioned that St. Mungo's will start using your Spattergoit Vaccinating Potion at the end of the year.” Scorpius said, taking a drink of coffee. “They were dead wrong to deny you your Order of Merlin for that.”
The outcry at the mere idea of former Death Eater receiving an Order of Merlin Second Class had been deafening. There were even rumors that it was a nefarious plot on his part to spread Spattergoit. “The Ministry was never going to decide otherwise.”
“I wouldn't be so sure. Once they see it in action, it'll be hard to deny you've earned that medal.” It was meant to be reassuring and complimentary, he knew that, but Draco found it vaguely patronizing.
“I had hoped that - if anything - your time as an Auror would cure you of your need to assume people are reasonable and good.”
His son smiled cheekily. “There's plenty of time left for that.”
***
Scorpius had caused a stir eight years ago when he had been admitted into the Auror Program. The faith Potter had in him, his generally genial nature, and some early heroics on his part had been enough to overcome that. Rather than being Scorpius Malfoy, son of a former Death Eater and grandson of another former Death Eater, he was Scorpius Malfoy, general hero and possible future contender for Minister of Magic (if he so chose). The only thing that would stand in his way would be his name was the reasoning he'd heard on Wireless talk shows and read in the pages of the Daily Prophet. What a pity he had such a man as his father.
Rose smiled brightly at him from the photograph of Scorpius' final day of Auror Training, a tendril of hair pulling loose from her ponytail as she inclined her head. Picking it up from his desk, his thumb mostly obscured the images of his son and wife in the same frame.
It was a pity.
***
Maybe it was a guilty conscience or maybe he was simply losing his mind, but Draco had the nagging feeling that he was being watched.
Locking the door of his apothecary, he pulled down the shade, ready to call it a night when there was a knock. Peaking through the shade, his stomach swooped when he saw who it was.
He opened the door, raising a brow at Rose as he said, “This is a surprise.”
“I know, I'm sorry for not calling first.” Her hair was pulled back in another low ponytail and she nervously pushed a strand behind her ear. “I was leaving work and I remembered I had promised I would look into a comparison of sleeping potions for a patient of mine.”
The dread he felt at what was about to happen served only to amplify his excitement. “Come in.”
He spent the next fifteen minutes going slowly insane at her close proximity. Rose stood next to him as he lined up the various potions on the counter, discussing the strengths and drawbacks of each. She was close enough that he could smell the coconut shampoo she used and could catch a glimpse of her plain white bra thanks to the open collar of the shirtdress she wore. For what seemed like the hundredth time, her knuckles brushed his as she reached for one of the bottles.
“Sorry,” she whispered. He turned his head at this, noting the flush in her cheeks and watching as her pink tongue slid across her upper lip. She looked at him and his resolve snapped. Hand cupping the nape of her neck, Draco pulled her close and kissed her roughly. She gave a little whimper in response then slid her tongue against his lips and into his mouth. From her shaky breaths as he trapped her against the counter - nipping at her jaw and one hand cupping her breast - he had to imagine her heart was pounding just as fast as his.
Rose pushed him away. “I – I can't do this.”
Grabbing her purse, she fled the shop without another word.
***
The apothecary had six windows in all, not including the one in the door. Two in the front, two in the back office and two on the side, both giving excellent views of the brick and mortar of the buildings that flanked the shop. It was an architectural quirk that had long baffled the owners of the building, including Megaerr.
He knew from experience with unruly local children, that there was just enough space between the two buildings for the average child – or a thin adult – to slip through.
It hadn't been easy, he had spent three weeks following Malfoy, waiting for something. He'd spent days with his camera at the ready, constantly re-casting the Disillusionment Charm that protected him from notice and taking twenty pictures just to produce a single decent one.
In the end, it was worth it.
(Again and again, the picture of Malfoy pressed his daughter-in-law against the counter as they kissed.)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: to whet the appetite of a demand
Rating: R
Word Count: 976
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.“Are you feeling all right, Dad? You seem distracted.”
“You sound like your mother.”
Knowing that Asteria had been called into work today, he had stopped by the Ministry with the intent of taking her out for lunch. It was a gesture he felt he should make even if he'd rather spend the time alone. But she had been out and he had run into Scorpius instead.
“Well, maybe she has a point.”
“I just have a lot on my mind, that's all.” Not wanting to bother with a lie about what, he asked his son about his job, hoping to distract him.
It worked. Scorpius spent the next twenty minutes telling him about a misadventure he and another Auror (Weasley, by the sounds of it, though Scorpius wouldn't say his name) had regarding a young Troll that had wandered from its tribe.
“By the way, Rose mentioned that St. Mungo's will start using your Spattergoit Vaccinating Potion at the end of the year.” Scorpius said, taking a drink of coffee. “They were dead wrong to deny you your Order of Merlin for that.”
The outcry at the mere idea of former Death Eater receiving an Order of Merlin Second Class had been deafening. There were even rumors that it was a nefarious plot on his part to spread Spattergoit. “The Ministry was never going to decide otherwise.”
“I wouldn't be so sure. Once they see it in action, it'll be hard to deny you've earned that medal.” It was meant to be reassuring and complimentary, he knew that, but Draco found it vaguely patronizing.
“I had hoped that - if anything - your time as an Auror would cure you of your need to assume people are reasonable and good.”
His son smiled cheekily. “There's plenty of time left for that.”
Scorpius had caused a stir eight years ago when he had been admitted into the Auror Program. The faith Potter had in him, his generally genial nature, and some early heroics on his part had been enough to overcome that. Rather than being Scorpius Malfoy, son of a former Death Eater and grandson of another former Death Eater, he was Scorpius Malfoy, general hero and possible future contender for Minister of Magic (if he so chose). The only thing that would stand in his way would be his name was the reasoning he'd heard on Wireless talk shows and read in the pages of the Daily Prophet. What a pity he had such a man as his father.
Rose smiled brightly at him from the photograph of Scorpius' final day of Auror Training, a tendril of hair pulling loose from her ponytail as she inclined her head. Picking it up from his desk, his thumb mostly obscured the images of his son and wife in the same frame.
It was a pity.
Maybe it was a guilty conscience or maybe he was simply losing his mind, but Draco had the nagging feeling that he was being watched.
Locking the door of his apothecary, he pulled down the shade, ready to call it a night when there was a knock. Peaking through the shade, his stomach swooped when he saw who it was.
He opened the door, raising a brow at Rose as he said, “This is a surprise.”
“I know, I'm sorry for not calling first.” Her hair was pulled back in another low ponytail and she nervously pushed a strand behind her ear. “I was leaving work and I remembered I had promised I would look into a comparison of sleeping potions for a patient of mine.”
The dread he felt at what was about to happen served only to amplify his excitement. “Come in.”
He spent the next fifteen minutes going slowly insane at her close proximity. Rose stood next to him as he lined up the various potions on the counter, discussing the strengths and drawbacks of each. She was close enough that he could smell the coconut shampoo she used and could catch a glimpse of her plain white bra thanks to the open collar of the shirtdress she wore. For what seemed like the hundredth time, her knuckles brushed his as she reached for one of the bottles.
“Sorry,” she whispered. He turned his head at this, noting the flush in her cheeks and watching as her pink tongue slid across her upper lip. She looked at him and his resolve snapped. Hand cupping the nape of her neck, Draco pulled her close and kissed her roughly. She gave a little whimper in response then slid her tongue against his lips and into his mouth. From her shaky breaths as he trapped her against the counter - nipping at her jaw and one hand cupping her breast - he had to imagine her heart was pounding just as fast as his.
Rose pushed him away. “I – I can't do this.”
Grabbing her purse, she fled the shop without another word.
The apothecary had six windows in all, not including the one in the door. Two in the front, two in the back office and two on the side, both giving excellent views of the brick and mortar of the buildings that flanked the shop. It was an architectural quirk that had long baffled the owners of the building, including Megaerr.
He knew from experience with unruly local children, that there was just enough space between the two buildings for the average child – or a thin adult – to slip through.
It hadn't been easy, he had spent three weeks following Malfoy, waiting for something. He'd spent days with his camera at the ready, constantly re-casting the Disillusionment Charm that protected him from notice and taking twenty pictures just to produce a single decent one.
In the end, it was worth it.
(Again and again, the picture of Malfoy pressed his daughter-in-law against the counter as they kissed.)