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sarahyyyAnd we have #9 and a first Molly Weasley II appearance in my drabbles. Ever.
Title: When Molly Meddles
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sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Scorpius/Rose, (OC) Optimus/Molly II
Word Count: 1170
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ever.
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Perhaps on hindsight it was a really bad idea to swap rooms with Optimus so that he and Molly could “get to know each other better”. Scratch that. It was easily the stupidest decision I’d made in the past 24 hours and that was saying quite a lot.
Of course, it wasn’t easy to refuse Molly when she was going all out to get her way. ‘Going all out’ included doe eyes and pouting which, of course, had not much of an effect on me, but when she threatened to tell mum and dad what —or if we’re going to be really technical, who— I was doing all summer, I caved.
Blast it. For someone who was allegedly born to the only two people who followed the law to its very last letter, Molly Weasley was cunning. Perhaps Aunt Audrey had an affair with the milkman or whatnot. Uncle Percy did not have that in him to sire Molly.
I glared at the double bed in the middle of the room before transferring my glare to the closed bathroom door where the spawn of the devil was presumably grooming his hair. (It’s a wig. That I was almost sure of.) I went back to cursing Molly in my head.
I was not going to sleep on the same bed with Scorpius Malfoy. I absolutely refuse to.
--
“I’ll sleep on top of the covers and you can sleep under it, Weasley. You keep to your side, I’ll keep to mine,” was the first thing he said when he came out of the bathroom.
I bit the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Who made him the boss?
When he arched an eyebrow at me, I realized that he was waiting for some sort of response from me. I shrugged noncommittally.
His eyes narrowed. “I mean it, Weasley, you keep to your side and I’ll keep to mine. No funny business.”
I snorted. “What are you afraid of, Malfoy? It’s not as if you’re some sort of virginal altar boy that I want to ruin.”
He ignored my snide remark. “Goodnight, Weasley.”
--
My eyelids fluttered open as the first ray of bright light hit the room. I let out a soft groan. Merlin, did no one teach the man to draw the curtains before he slept?
It took me a moment or two to gather my wits, then another moment or so to realize that the stupid git had his arms draped across me and I was pressed rather snugly against his chest.
Oh, so much for ‘no funny business’.
I was debating whether to knee him in the balls or to just holler in his ear for him to wake up when something weird happened. It could have been the way the light suddenly hit his face or the slight breeze that blew against his hair, I wasn’t really sure. All I knew was that I was almost certain that I was hit by some sort of weird hex or whatnot because at that precise moment, I thought that Scorpius Malfoy was handsome.
I blinked, just to see if it would make any difference. It didn’t. I pinched myself, just to see if I were living in some weird, twisted dream of mine. I wasn’t.
I blinked again.
He really wasn’t all that bad looking. And the fact that he was sleeping made him less condescending. Maybe that was the key. Malfoy was attractive when his mouth was shut.
He shifted slightly in his sleep and I was overcome with an urge to kiss him. My eyes widened in disgust. What in Salazar’s name was wrong with me? I really, really had to get away from him.
I tried to squiggle my way out, but Malfoy only held me closer sleepily. Didn’t the git know the seriousness of this situation? I would probably end up raping him in his sleep and he didn’t know.
Merlin.
He made a little breathy sound. I felt his breath warm against my neck.
Oh Merlin.
His lips caught my eye. I licked my lips. Just once. He wouldn’t even notice. It must have been the pull of the unknown. The more I never thought I would do it, the more I’d want to. Or some rot like that, no? Just once. It’d be just a harmless little peck.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the left corner of his mouth, right where his lips met. His lips were soft and warm and…there was just something I couldn’t place my finger on. Then, for research and for balance, I brushed my lips against the other corner.
I pulled back but my lips continued to tingle.
One more. That’s what I needed. Exactly on his lips, right and proper. Then I’d stop feeling this weird thing that I was feeling for him, right?
Before I could talk myself out of it —or into doing more than just kissing him while he was asleep— I pressed my lips against his softly, only for him to snap his eyes opened.
Of course, I did the only rational thing to do at that moment. I tried to run. But Malfoy was quick and before I’d even rolled off the bed, he’d already had me pinned firmly onto the bed.
“I told you no funny business, Weasley,” he murmured, but there was no malice in his words. Perhaps he was like me? All muddled up in the morning?
I tried to speak, honestly, but nothing came out.
“Everything aside,” he said conversationally, as if him being taken advantage of in his sleep was a normal every day occurrence, “If you wanted a kiss, Weasley, all you had to do was ask.”
I waited for him to initiate a kiss. Or something. Anything, really. Being pinned onto a bed under a highly attractive man was not something I want to be partaking in, unless it was going to lead to something else.
“Well?” he prompted and I realized that the bloody git was actually waiting for me to beg him for a kiss.
My eyes narrowed. He really was more attractive when his mouth was shut. And since he wasn’t sleeping right now, I reasoned to myself, the logical thing to do would be to kiss him till he was silent.
Simple, really.
So I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him down, his lips crashing into mine deliciously.
--
Molly grinned at Optimus. “I told you they would get it sooner or later.”
Optimus glared. “This doesn’t count. You used a lust potion. And you manipulated me out of the room with the promise to sleep with me.”
She winked. “I told you that I’d sleep with you if you won the bet,” she said coyly, “But since Rose and Scorpius are rather effectively making out in their room now, I’d say that I’m the clear winner of this round, don’t you think, Mr. Zabini?”
With an impish smile, she waltzed out of the room.
Title: When Molly Meddles
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Scorpius/Rose, (OC) Optimus/Molly II
Word Count: 1170
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ever.
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Perhaps on hindsight it was a really bad idea to swap rooms with Optimus so that he and Molly could “get to know each other better”. Scratch that. It was easily the stupidest decision I’d made in the past 24 hours and that was saying quite a lot.
Of course, it wasn’t easy to refuse Molly when she was going all out to get her way. ‘Going all out’ included doe eyes and pouting which, of course, had not much of an effect on me, but when she threatened to tell mum and dad what —or if we’re going to be really technical, who— I was doing all summer, I caved.
Blast it. For someone who was allegedly born to the only two people who followed the law to its very last letter, Molly Weasley was cunning. Perhaps Aunt Audrey had an affair with the milkman or whatnot. Uncle Percy did not have that in him to sire Molly.
I glared at the double bed in the middle of the room before transferring my glare to the closed bathroom door where the spawn of the devil was presumably grooming his hair. (It’s a wig. That I was almost sure of.) I went back to cursing Molly in my head.
I was not going to sleep on the same bed with Scorpius Malfoy. I absolutely refuse to.
--
“I’ll sleep on top of the covers and you can sleep under it, Weasley. You keep to your side, I’ll keep to mine,” was the first thing he said when he came out of the bathroom.
I bit the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Who made him the boss?
When he arched an eyebrow at me, I realized that he was waiting for some sort of response from me. I shrugged noncommittally.
His eyes narrowed. “I mean it, Weasley, you keep to your side and I’ll keep to mine. No funny business.”
I snorted. “What are you afraid of, Malfoy? It’s not as if you’re some sort of virginal altar boy that I want to ruin.”
He ignored my snide remark. “Goodnight, Weasley.”
--
My eyelids fluttered open as the first ray of bright light hit the room. I let out a soft groan. Merlin, did no one teach the man to draw the curtains before he slept?
It took me a moment or two to gather my wits, then another moment or so to realize that the stupid git had his arms draped across me and I was pressed rather snugly against his chest.
Oh, so much for ‘no funny business’.
I was debating whether to knee him in the balls or to just holler in his ear for him to wake up when something weird happened. It could have been the way the light suddenly hit his face or the slight breeze that blew against his hair, I wasn’t really sure. All I knew was that I was almost certain that I was hit by some sort of weird hex or whatnot because at that precise moment, I thought that Scorpius Malfoy was handsome.
I blinked, just to see if it would make any difference. It didn’t. I pinched myself, just to see if I were living in some weird, twisted dream of mine. I wasn’t.
I blinked again.
He really wasn’t all that bad looking. And the fact that he was sleeping made him less condescending. Maybe that was the key. Malfoy was attractive when his mouth was shut.
He shifted slightly in his sleep and I was overcome with an urge to kiss him. My eyes widened in disgust. What in Salazar’s name was wrong with me? I really, really had to get away from him.
I tried to squiggle my way out, but Malfoy only held me closer sleepily. Didn’t the git know the seriousness of this situation? I would probably end up raping him in his sleep and he didn’t know.
Merlin.
He made a little breathy sound. I felt his breath warm against my neck.
Oh Merlin.
His lips caught my eye. I licked my lips. Just once. He wouldn’t even notice. It must have been the pull of the unknown. The more I never thought I would do it, the more I’d want to. Or some rot like that, no? Just once. It’d be just a harmless little peck.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the left corner of his mouth, right where his lips met. His lips were soft and warm and…there was just something I couldn’t place my finger on. Then, for research and for balance, I brushed my lips against the other corner.
I pulled back but my lips continued to tingle.
One more. That’s what I needed. Exactly on his lips, right and proper. Then I’d stop feeling this weird thing that I was feeling for him, right?
Before I could talk myself out of it —or into doing more than just kissing him while he was asleep— I pressed my lips against his softly, only for him to snap his eyes opened.
Of course, I did the only rational thing to do at that moment. I tried to run. But Malfoy was quick and before I’d even rolled off the bed, he’d already had me pinned firmly onto the bed.
“I told you no funny business, Weasley,” he murmured, but there was no malice in his words. Perhaps he was like me? All muddled up in the morning?
I tried to speak, honestly, but nothing came out.
“Everything aside,” he said conversationally, as if him being taken advantage of in his sleep was a normal every day occurrence, “If you wanted a kiss, Weasley, all you had to do was ask.”
I waited for him to initiate a kiss. Or something. Anything, really. Being pinned onto a bed under a highly attractive man was not something I want to be partaking in, unless it was going to lead to something else.
“Well?” he prompted and I realized that the bloody git was actually waiting for me to beg him for a kiss.
My eyes narrowed. He really was more attractive when his mouth was shut. And since he wasn’t sleeping right now, I reasoned to myself, the logical thing to do would be to kiss him till he was silent.
Simple, really.
So I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him down, his lips crashing into mine deliciously.
--
Molly grinned at Optimus. “I told you they would get it sooner or later.”
Optimus glared. “This doesn’t count. You used a lust potion. And you manipulated me out of the room with the promise to sleep with me.”
She winked. “I told you that I’d sleep with you if you won the bet,” she said coyly, “But since Rose and Scorpius are rather effectively making out in their room now, I’d say that I’m the clear winner of this round, don’t you think, Mr. Zabini?”
With an impish smile, she waltzed out of the room.
