Queerditch Drabbles: BL/PP, DM/NL, PP/RW, DM/HP

Drabbles for Queerditch_Pub
Author: Inell
Disclaimer: Rowling owns them all


Title: Tuesdays
Pairing: Hermione/Lucius
Summary: They always meet on Tuesdays
Rating: PG13


They always meet on Tuesdays.


Tuesdays when Ron met up with his friends after work, going to the pub to drink, play a game or two of Wizarding Chess, and discuss Quidditch with his mates, arriving home in the wee hours drunk, always sleeping in the guest room so as not to disturb her.


Tuesdays when Narcissa met friends for dinner and drinks at various locations throughout England and Europe, committee meetings for various charities she was interested in or simply using the evening to relax with friends, never arriving home until Wednesday morning at the earliest.


Tuesdays when she and Lucius met at a discreet establishment outside Bath where they were known as Mr. And Mrs. Smith. They had been meeting on Tuesdays for the past three years, since a chance encounter at the Ministry had forced them to acknowledge a mutual attraction. Hermione would like to think she was loyal and too strong to give in to physical needs and desires, but it had only required a half dozen more ‘chance encounters’ from Lucius Malfoy to cause her to forget the logical voice in her head that was whispering how wrong this was, how horrible she was, what a terrible wife she was to her dear, sweet Ron. She loved her husband just as Lucius loved his wife, but there was something that Lucius gave her on Tuesdays that she could not get anywhere else.


The guilt, the shame, the disappointment in herself, those were emotions that never plagued her on Tuesdays. As the sun rose in the morning, that was when she would feel wretched and horrid. When Ron kissed her in the morning, unaware of her weekly betrayal, that’s when she would consider leaving, letting him find someone who truly deserved him, someone who would cherish his devotion and not cheat on him with a former Deatheater.


She remained with Ron, though, his touch gentle and loving but failing to excite her in the way that Lucius could with nothing more than a heated look. During the week, she told herself that this time she would not go, that she would end the affair and focus on being a good wife. Ron deserved so much more, being her best friend as well as her husband, and she was the most vile witch in the world for betraying him every week. But Tuesday would arrive and she’d feel the tingles in her stomach and the tremor of excitement from the moment she awoke in the morning and she‘d watch the clock until it was time for their meeting.


When she was here with him, she thought of nothing except his body against hers. The feel of his cock buried inside her. The scent of spice and sex and Lucius that always aroused her. The taste of him on her lips. His voice in her ear as they had conversations about a variety of topics that lasted hours. His arms around her as they slept off and on before they had to go back to their separate realities.


It was in those moments, when they were laying together sated and spent, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and sex, that she felt complete, content, happy. That was when she would look out the window at the stars and wish that every day was Tuesday.




Bellatrix/Peter: Initiation Rites

He was watching her closely, beedy little eyes following her graceful movements around the small room. With a smile, she leaned forward, moving her fingernails along his chubby cheek. “Are you scared?”


“N-n-no,” he stuttered, eyes wide with fear as he wondered again what he was doing.


“I like fear,” she smiled as her nail broke his skin, watching the pale droplets of blood stain his pale cheek crimson. Straddling him, she looked into the shadows, a chilling smile crossing her face as she felt him shake from fear. Moving her tongue slowly over his flesh, her wand rested against his chin. “Crucio” she whispered huskily, feeling him buck beneath her.


The game continued for over an hour. By the time she was finished, he was drooling, his eyes barely open. Blood covered his neck, face, and chest. However, he was still conscious, still pledging loyalty to her Master. Perhaps he was not worthless, this friend of her cousin.


“Enough Bellatrix.” Her master’s voice halted her movements, her hand pausing as she stroked the length pressing against her wet cunt. “You have done well, child. Leave the boy to me.”


Bowing her head, she backed away, turning to leave the room, the sound of Peter’s screams following her as her Master played with his new initiate.


End.


Draco/Neville: Pure of blood

“Blood is everything, Longbottom. I wouldn’t expect a Muggle-lover like you to appreciate the pure blood running through your veins, but maybe I can teach you.”


“Malfoy, let me go.”


“Why must you deny your heritage?” Draco asked as he twisted the knife deeper, watching the blood flow from the wound. Moving the blade over his hand, he showed the frightened boy beneath him his bloody palm. “We have the same blood, you and I. Pure blood stands above all else. Why do you betray your kind for that worthless half-blood and his Mudblood whore?”


“Let me go. Please.”


Draco slowly smiled, the light from the candles illuminating the madness in his pale gray eyes. Licking the bloody blade, he whispered, “I think not.”

End.




Pansy/Ron: Prefects

Dark corners.


She was so bloody tired of shagging in dark corners. Her fingers tangled in the red hair of her lover, a low moan escaping her lips as he entered her deeper. She loved feeling him inside her, his cock stretching her, his hands bruising her arse. She left the bruises, not caring that Millicent saw them when she changed in the mornings.


Their relationship was a secret. Her idea. Now she wished she’d never insisted it be clandestine. After three months of shagging during prefect patrol, she wanted everyone to know about them. She’d caught that bimbo Patil flirting with him over dinner not two days ago and he didn’t push the little bitch away. Instead, he blushed and flirted back.


Pansy pulled his hair, listening to his groan of pleasure as her muscles tightened around his plunging cock. Her lips moved along his neck, tongue licking his sweaty skin, bouncing up and down as the tension began to build. She bit his neck hard, tasting the bitter coppery taste of his blood. He cried out as she marked him, sinking deep and coming. She could feel him dripping from between her thighs, her own release not yet reached.


“If you stop now, Weasley, I’m going to fuck you at breakfast for everyone to see,” she growled, knowing that he would realize that she was completely serious with her threat. His fingers found her clit, twisting it as he continued to move inside her, his spent cock no longer filling her as it had before. It was enough, the idea that he would now be marked and that everyone would know about them causing her to keen with pleasure.


Afterwards, when she was cleaning herself and he was awkwardly tucking in his shirt and arranging his robes, their eyes met. She licked her lips, her glance darting to the bite mark on his neck before looking at him once again.


“Guess you’ve changed your mind then,” he said softly, his lips curving into a grin. “Bout bloody time.”


“Smug Gryffindor,” she cursed under her breath as she allowed him to draw her to him. Giving him a bruising kiss before nipping his bottom lip. “If I don’t see that mark tomorrow, you’ll be doing the rest of your patrols this term with Draco.”


“Think Hermione might object to that,” Ron muttered, making a slight face as he recalled stumbling across the other two snogging in a dark corner just the other day.


Pansy cringed at the idea of her former boyfriend touching the Mudblood but wisely kept her opinions of the bossy bitch to herself. Instead, she told Ron, “No more dark corners.”

End.



Harry/Draco: kissing in the new year

The sounds of laughter and singing reached him, but he ignored them. Instead, he focused on the thin lips attached to his, the tongue plunging into his mouth, the hard body pressing him against the wall. Hands moved beneath his jumper, his robe all ready pushed to the ground. When he felt cold fingers drifting into his trousers, he moaned, deepening the kiss.


“Happy New Year” was shouted just a short distance away and Harry had to agree with that statement. What better way to ring in the year than having Draco stroking his cock while kissing him so thoroughly that he wasn’t sure he would be standing without the wall behind him.


The kiss was broken when Draco knelt before him, hot wet mouth enveloping his cock. Cursing softly, Harry’s body bucked forward, sending more of his length into the blond. Licking, sucking, nibbling. It wasn’t long before he was coming, biting his lip to keep from screaming and alerting the party guests. Looking down, he saw a lock of pale blond hair fall across gray eyes.


Draco licked his lips slowly before smiling wickedly. In a lazy drawl, he said, “Happy new year, Potter.”


End.