Fic: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 11/13)
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Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: not out of the woods yet
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,015
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 broken feeling like their father or their dog just died
Entering the apothecary, Asteria locked the door behind her before heading right for him. He'd barely had time to register what was happening, to raise his hands in some feeble defense when she pointed her wand at him.
Draco winced as several hairs were ripped from his scalp, flying into the glass flask Asteria held in her other hand.
“You could have just asked,” he snapped, rubbing the sore spot on his scalp.
“I could have.”
She walked over to one of the back counters that lined the wall, the ones with the sinks and the small cupboards above them. He noted she had set two identical glass flasks on the counter and he didn't need to ask to know what was in the other. Opening the door, Asteria looked for the Potion Revealer he stored there. That she thought it had been a potion coupled with the mere possibility it could have been, made him feel better than he had in ages.
Asteria pulled out the silver flask he had stored there a few days ago, holding it up to him with a questioning look.
“I emptied it Monday morning.”
With a small “hmph,” she tossed it aside.
Draco watched her work; he would have offered his help if he thought there was a chance she would accept.
“I went to visit our daughter-in-law.” Asteria held up the other glass flask before dumping its contents into the small cauldron. Her voice took on a snide, bitter edge as she continued, “Oh, but sorry, dear. As you know, the potion will destroy the hair sample so you won't be able to use it on your next visit to your Knockturn--”
“Don't do that,” he sighed.
A sneer twisted her mouth and she looked away.
How alike they were. How they both found it more soothing to lash out, to clutch their anger to them like a favored toy rather than feel any kind of sadness.
The uneasy silence lingered over them, the sound of the bubbling cauldrons and the busy street outside being the only noises. Asteria crossed her arms, looking away from him as she gazed about the shop. She was wearing the earrings he'd bought her for her first birthday after their son's birth. He wondered if it was a deliberate choice or just a painful coincidence.
Her brows furrowed as she looked about the room, gaze lingering on the counters and the door that lead to his back office. She was looking for something and when he realized what, he felt tired.
“Stop it.”
Asteria faced him, the surprise in her expression turning mulish as she frowned at him. When she spoke, however, her voice was calm, the challenge in her words lacing the question with a dangerous undercurrent. “Stop what?”
“Stop trying to figure out where.” He left the sentence at that; any euphemism he could have used would sound clumsy and he didn't want to be more specific. She knew what he meant.
“That's all I'll be able to think about when I'm here.” Asteria looked away from him as her voice broke at the end.
Maybe, for her birthday, he could offer to burn the apothecary down.
He moved closer to her under the pretense of checking on the cauldrons and was pleased when she didn't back off, even if she refused to look at him.
“They're ready.”
The contents inside the cauldrons had turned a bright fuchsia. Pulling out two test strips, Asteria dipped them in, then set them on the flat piece of parchment as required. He was expecting any of the hundreds of lust or love potions to be named, even Amortentia. However, the dark pink letters spelled out something he'd never heard of before.
***
Once Asteria Malfoy stepped into the shop, Maegerr began inching his way out from his hiding space between the two buildings. The apothecary would be closing soon and he had no hope that Malfoy would attempt a tryst with his daughter-in-law today.
After seeing how well they had responded to the potion, he decided to extend his surveillance in case there was an encore. But it had been five days and he had grown impatient. More evidence to hang around Malfoy's neck would be nice but unnecessary. He had already made three copies of the photographs and had the originals hidden somewhere safe. That was all he needed.
Tomorrow evening Rita Skeeter would return from her trip to the States and when she did, she'd find her copy of the pictures with an anonymous note attached.
***
Asteria spent the rest of the evening looking through the Hogwarts Library for information about the potion, finally finding a description and list of ingredients in a centuries-old book of recipes. Using that, Draco worked well into the next afternoon trying to discover who had purchased the rare South American beetles needed for the mixture.
As luck would have it, there were only two buyers in the past three months: a Japanese witch who had purchased one for a longevity potion, and his former employer, Maegerr Bobbin.
Draco owled his wife, telling her who it was and where he was going. He didn't wait for a reply, she would tell him not to go, to wait for her, and he knew they didn't have any more time to waste.
***
Floo and Apparition were out – Bobbin's shack wasn't connected to the Floo Network and the nearest Apparition point was miles away - so Draco flew. Leaning forward on his broom, he felt like he was back at Hogwarts chasing after the Snitch.
A large red circle with the word “STOP” appeared before him and Draco swore. He would cross paths with the one Magical Lawn Enforcement officer out to do their job.
Already annoyed with the lecture he'd hear about his speed and the low altitude, he landed his broom. His feet had just touched the ground when his wand flew out of his hand. He scoffed at this, clearly it was an MLE officer who recognized the infamous Draco Malfoy.
“Is there a problem...” he asked as he turned around, the last word dying on his lips.
Holding him at wandpoint was his son.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: not out of the woods yet
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,015
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.Entering the apothecary, Asteria locked the door behind her before heading right for him. He'd barely had time to register what was happening, to raise his hands in some feeble defense when she pointed her wand at him.
Draco winced as several hairs were ripped from his scalp, flying into the glass flask Asteria held in her other hand.
“You could have just asked,” he snapped, rubbing the sore spot on his scalp.
“I could have.”
She walked over to one of the back counters that lined the wall, the ones with the sinks and the small cupboards above them. He noted she had set two identical glass flasks on the counter and he didn't need to ask to know what was in the other. Opening the door, Asteria looked for the Potion Revealer he stored there. That she thought it had been a potion coupled with the mere possibility it could have been, made him feel better than he had in ages.
Asteria pulled out the silver flask he had stored there a few days ago, holding it up to him with a questioning look.
“I emptied it Monday morning.”
With a small “hmph,” she tossed it aside.
Draco watched her work; he would have offered his help if he thought there was a chance she would accept.
“I went to visit our daughter-in-law.” Asteria held up the other glass flask before dumping its contents into the small cauldron. Her voice took on a snide, bitter edge as she continued, “Oh, but sorry, dear. As you know, the potion will destroy the hair sample so you won't be able to use it on your next visit to your Knockturn--”
“Don't do that,” he sighed.
A sneer twisted her mouth and she looked away.
How alike they were. How they both found it more soothing to lash out, to clutch their anger to them like a favored toy rather than feel any kind of sadness.
The uneasy silence lingered over them, the sound of the bubbling cauldrons and the busy street outside being the only noises. Asteria crossed her arms, looking away from him as she gazed about the shop. She was wearing the earrings he'd bought her for her first birthday after their son's birth. He wondered if it was a deliberate choice or just a painful coincidence.
Her brows furrowed as she looked about the room, gaze lingering on the counters and the door that lead to his back office. She was looking for something and when he realized what, he felt tired.
“Stop it.”
Asteria faced him, the surprise in her expression turning mulish as she frowned at him. When she spoke, however, her voice was calm, the challenge in her words lacing the question with a dangerous undercurrent. “Stop what?”
“Stop trying to figure out where.” He left the sentence at that; any euphemism he could have used would sound clumsy and he didn't want to be more specific. She knew what he meant.
“That's all I'll be able to think about when I'm here.” Asteria looked away from him as her voice broke at the end.
Maybe, for her birthday, he could offer to burn the apothecary down.
He moved closer to her under the pretense of checking on the cauldrons and was pleased when she didn't back off, even if she refused to look at him.
“They're ready.”
The contents inside the cauldrons had turned a bright fuchsia. Pulling out two test strips, Asteria dipped them in, then set them on the flat piece of parchment as required. He was expecting any of the hundreds of lust or love potions to be named, even Amortentia. However, the dark pink letters spelled out something he'd never heard of before.
Once Asteria Malfoy stepped into the shop, Maegerr began inching his way out from his hiding space between the two buildings. The apothecary would be closing soon and he had no hope that Malfoy would attempt a tryst with his daughter-in-law today.
After seeing how well they had responded to the potion, he decided to extend his surveillance in case there was an encore. But it had been five days and he had grown impatient. More evidence to hang around Malfoy's neck would be nice but unnecessary. He had already made three copies of the photographs and had the originals hidden somewhere safe. That was all he needed.
Tomorrow evening Rita Skeeter would return from her trip to the States and when she did, she'd find her copy of the pictures with an anonymous note attached.
Asteria spent the rest of the evening looking through the Hogwarts Library for information about the potion, finally finding a description and list of ingredients in a centuries-old book of recipes. Using that, Draco worked well into the next afternoon trying to discover who had purchased the rare South American beetles needed for the mixture.
As luck would have it, there were only two buyers in the past three months: a Japanese witch who had purchased one for a longevity potion, and his former employer, Maegerr Bobbin.
Draco owled his wife, telling her who it was and where he was going. He didn't wait for a reply, she would tell him not to go, to wait for her, and he knew they didn't have any more time to waste.
Floo and Apparition were out – Bobbin's shack wasn't connected to the Floo Network and the nearest Apparition point was miles away - so Draco flew. Leaning forward on his broom, he felt like he was back at Hogwarts chasing after the Snitch.
A large red circle with the word “STOP” appeared before him and Draco swore. He would cross paths with the one Magical Lawn Enforcement officer out to do their job.
Already annoyed with the lecture he'd hear about his speed and the low altitude, he landed his broom. His feet had just touched the ground when his wand flew out of his hand. He scoffed at this, clearly it was an MLE officer who recognized the infamous Draco Malfoy.
“Is there a problem...” he asked as he turned around, the last word dying on his lips.
Holding him at wandpoint was his son.
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