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Ficlet: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 5/13)
Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: homage
Rating: R
Word Count: 628
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.
you're pretty when you're mine
Silver flask in hand, Draco pulled the hood up on his cloak, looking around him before descending the stairs that lead into Knockturn Alley.
After Rose had run from the shop, he'd found a long strand of red hair clinging to the sleeve of his shirt. Pulling it free, he added it to some of the pre-made Polyjuice Potion he had and set off.
It was just an itch that needed to be scratched, then it would be over.
“Looking for company, love?” He turned to see a dishwater blonde with too many glamors and too little clothing leaning against a building as she smoked her cigarette.
“That depends.”
He told her what she wanted and after he ran a finger inside the neck of the flask and tasted the potion to prove it was nothing more insidious, she gave him a toothy yellow smile.
“For the right price I'll be whoever you want me to be.”
***
The girl counted the Knuts he handed her, then snapped, “Five minutes, that's it.”
Five minutes was all he needed. Malfoy likely didn't know that this was the sort of place that would let customers watch other customers for the right price. Stepping into the fake closet that actually was a door to the next room, Megaerr cast the necessary charms so he'd remain unseen and unheard. Waiting for the right shot, he took a picture of Malfoy and his daughter-in-law's Polyjuiced twin as they were in the throes of passion.
***
Of course, he'd been late for dinner.
When Draco arrived home, he bypassed Asteria – trying to keep a distance between them lest she notice how reeked of cheap perfume and sex – and made up some excuse about a small accident at work. Hurrying up the stairs, he locked the bathroom door behind him. He stripped, hitting his clothes with another round of Scourgify, and checked for any tell-tale marks on his neck and chest before stepping into the shower.
Resting his forehead against the cool tile, he wished he didn't have to face his wife. Those little looks of concern she'd been giving him over the past few weeks had been eating away at him. After tonight, after the line he'd crossed, he couldn't take it.
Eventually he turned off the water, dressed, and went into his bedroom where Asteria was waiting. She looked up from the book she was reading and he kissed her on the lips. “Have a nice shower, dear?”
“Quite.”
They both talked about their day. Asteria about how she'd been called in to wipe the memory of a Muggle who'd seen Merpeople while fishing and Draco about the potions accident that wasn't. What he'd done today wouldn't leave his mind. He could tell that his wife knew something was wrong, that she could read it in his face and hear it in every pause, but she didn't say anything.
Just as he had settled into the covers and was about to snuff out the last candle, she turned to look at him. “I forgot to tell you, I'm going to be gone next weekend. Daphne won't be around for my birthday so she suggested we spend a few days at the spa.”
The “spa” was a resort in France that - aside from being a spa - also did minor Elective Healing procedures. After her fortieth birthday, Asteria had made a few trips there at the suggestion of her sister. These visits were usually an occasion for him to tease her about coming home with a permanently surprised look on her face.
“You're gorgeous. You don't need anything done.” He meant it.
Something he couldn't identify – tenderness maybe, or sadness – flickered over her face. She covered it with a smile. “That's sweet but I'm going. I'm leaving Friday afternoon and I should return Sunday evening.”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: homage
Rating: R
Word Count: 628
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.Silver flask in hand, Draco pulled the hood up on his cloak, looking around him before descending the stairs that lead into Knockturn Alley.
After Rose had run from the shop, he'd found a long strand of red hair clinging to the sleeve of his shirt. Pulling it free, he added it to some of the pre-made Polyjuice Potion he had and set off.
It was just an itch that needed to be scratched, then it would be over.
“Looking for company, love?” He turned to see a dishwater blonde with too many glamors and too little clothing leaning against a building as she smoked her cigarette.
“That depends.”
He told her what she wanted and after he ran a finger inside the neck of the flask and tasted the potion to prove it was nothing more insidious, she gave him a toothy yellow smile.
“For the right price I'll be whoever you want me to be.”
The girl counted the Knuts he handed her, then snapped, “Five minutes, that's it.”
Five minutes was all he needed. Malfoy likely didn't know that this was the sort of place that would let customers watch other customers for the right price. Stepping into the fake closet that actually was a door to the next room, Megaerr cast the necessary charms so he'd remain unseen and unheard. Waiting for the right shot, he took a picture of Malfoy and his daughter-in-law's Polyjuiced twin as they were in the throes of passion.
Of course, he'd been late for dinner.
When Draco arrived home, he bypassed Asteria – trying to keep a distance between them lest she notice how reeked of cheap perfume and sex – and made up some excuse about a small accident at work. Hurrying up the stairs, he locked the bathroom door behind him. He stripped, hitting his clothes with another round of Scourgify, and checked for any tell-tale marks on his neck and chest before stepping into the shower.
Resting his forehead against the cool tile, he wished he didn't have to face his wife. Those little looks of concern she'd been giving him over the past few weeks had been eating away at him. After tonight, after the line he'd crossed, he couldn't take it.
Eventually he turned off the water, dressed, and went into his bedroom where Asteria was waiting. She looked up from the book she was reading and he kissed her on the lips. “Have a nice shower, dear?”
“Quite.”
They both talked about their day. Asteria about how she'd been called in to wipe the memory of a Muggle who'd seen Merpeople while fishing and Draco about the potions accident that wasn't. What he'd done today wouldn't leave his mind. He could tell that his wife knew something was wrong, that she could read it in his face and hear it in every pause, but she didn't say anything.
Just as he had settled into the covers and was about to snuff out the last candle, she turned to look at him. “I forgot to tell you, I'm going to be gone next weekend. Daphne won't be around for my birthday so she suggested we spend a few days at the spa.”
The “spa” was a resort in France that - aside from being a spa - also did minor Elective Healing procedures. After her fortieth birthday, Asteria had made a few trips there at the suggestion of her sister. These visits were usually an occasion for him to tease her about coming home with a permanently surprised look on her face.
“You're gorgeous. You don't need anything done.” He meant it.
Something he couldn't identify – tenderness maybe, or sadness – flickered over her face. She covered it with a smile. “That's sweet but I'm going. I'm leaving Friday afternoon and I should return Sunday evening.”