So I am just trying to post a few things as I can. Today I added a side chapter for Sound of Submission and next week I think I will have a new chapter of the main story for you all! I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Anonymous Prompt: “Tom Riddle is in love with his teacher Hermione Granger”
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The first flower that appeared on her desk that year was a Gloxinia. It was the second day of school, and she found the single purple flower rimmed in white. She couldn’t help but smile at the pretty thing, and she kept it on her desk in a vase.
When that flower started to wilts the next was a red tulip, and that too seemed like an odd choice, but she went on with her lessons keeping each flower as it came. She enjoyed the sweet little gestures as they arrived.
She figured it was a student, but as the flowers came without a note, she decided to let the person stay anonymous.
“What’s that?” Hermione looked up at Neville as he leaned the doorway.
“My weekly flower.” She said holding up a blue violet. She thought it might be her favorite so far.
“He’ll always be true.” He said with a fond smile.
‘What?” She asked with a laugh.
“The blue violet. It means watchfulness, and that the giver will always be true.” He said in a teasing way.
“What?” She asked blinking at her friend.
“Flowers have meaning Hermione. I thought you would know that.”
“I teach trigonometry.” She said as she looked at the flower in her hand. “What does the Red tulip mean?” She asked curiously.
“Red is a declaration of love,” he said with a laugh. “Do you have a secret admirer?” he asked seeming pleased with the idea.
“Maybe. All my kids are brilliant.” She said blushing as she wasn’t sure if she should keep displaying the flowers.
“It’s harmless Hermione. Only a flower.” Neville promised to ease her mind.
After that, she looked up the meaning of every flower, and they all meant to love in one way or another. It was sweet and kind, and after a while, she didn’t think much about it.
“Have a good holiday Mr. Riddle.” She told Tom as he headed for the door.
“You too Miss Granger.” He said stopping as another man wondered in her doorway.
“You ready to go ‘Miony?” He asked with a goofy grin on his face.
“In a moment Ron.” She said smiling at her boyfriend before turning back to collect the last of her things.
“That kid has an attitude,” Ron said as he looked down the hall.
“Tom?” She asked frowning. “He’s brilliant.” She said shaking her head. “My best student.” She said as she walked over and kissed Ron before they headed home.
When they returned from holiday, her classroom had been vandalized. With marigolds thrown on every surface. She frowned as she looked at her once most sacred place and she couldn’t help as her eyes glazed over.
“Miss Granger?” Tom asked as he came to see what was wrong. “Are you okay?” He asked as he looked over what the vandals had done.
“Look at what they did to our classroom.” She sighed and took Tom’s hand as she shook her head.
“Would you like help to clean it up?” He asked carefully.
She smiled at him squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Tom. That would be appreciated.”
It was comforting having him there as they cleaned everything. It has looked much worse than it was. Hermione leaned down and picked up one of the marigolds. She knew exactly who had done this, they had all but signed the deed.
She went over to her desk where she had the book on the language of flowers and looked for the flower’s meaning.
“Cruelty?” She asked the air and her frown only deepened.
“More like grief and jealousy.” Tom corrected making her look up at him. “I thought about it, and I was going to put this on your desk if you hadn’t already seen.” He added as he pulled a carefully wrapped flower from his bag and placed it on the desk next to her.
She unwrapped it and pulled out the purple hyacinth. “It means I’m sorry.” He told her, so she didn’t have to look it up.
“Tom.” She said with a sigh, sounding more tired than angry to her ears.
“I’m a senior Miss Granger, Hermione. I know school rules don’t permit such a thing. But you are the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met and the only teacher here worthy of my time.”
“Mr. Riddle, this isn’t appropriate.” She said as she looked up to find he was looking at her with an intensity he usually reserved for call discussions. “Not only because of school rules, but I have a boyfriend.”
“He’s an idiot that makes you cry.” He pressed. “But I can wait, Miss Granger. I am nothing if not patient. I’m not one to give up on the things I want; I am sure I have made that clear in my academic pursuits.”
She gave him a kind smile. “No more flowers Mr. Riddle, no more secret devotions of love.”
Summary: It was a game for her, but something much more severe to him. Tom and Hermione elite jewel thieves and there seems to be a bit of a rivalry, and maybe something more. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.” Prompt from @weestarmeggie17 on Tumblr.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tom listened closely as deft fingers moved the combination this way and that. He was an artist when it came to safes, and there was a sense of peace as he worked with a single focused mind.
He smiled to himself as the safe opened to him like they all did and opened it greedily. He was after the famous diadem of Ravenclaw, and he had finally tracked it down to the old bitty’s collection. He was just a breath away from getting it after a five-year search.
When he opened the door, his eyes moved over stacks of jewels and frowned as he didn’t see it at first. Then he smiled again as he noted the velvet box tucked into the back was just the right side.
He reached passed all the other treasures and picked up the box with delight. It was finally his! He opened the box happily and almost growled as he found a led weight and a red notecard with two simple words on it.
He was going to kill her. He recognized the little calling card, and it wasn’t the first time he had gotten a little note from her. But this time she had gone too far.
He took the card and shoved the rest of the box back into its place. Oh no, he wasn’t leaving any evidence for the cops to find when someone finally noticed the diadem was missing. No no. She was his.
She was in a good mood as she entered her London flat. It was good to be home, and she couldn’t help but be pleased with herself that she had gotten to yet another piece right out from under his nose.
She went to put down her luggage only to find him sitting in a chair in her living room as if he owned the place.
“Tom.” She said casually as if his presence so soon after her heist didn’t rattle her in the least.
“Where is it, darling?” He asked without taking his eyes off of her.
“Where’s what?” She asked in an innocent tone, but she couldn’t keep the smirk from her lips. She did love to rub things in just a little
“You know what.” He said as he stood slowly with a menacing aura around him. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”
“Already with the buyer honey.” She said sweetly, as she decided to make herself a drink. There was nothing he could do to her.
Tom tried to contain his displeasure with the situation, but it was pretty clear he would be out for blood.
“It’s only business; you shouldn’t take it so personally.” She said as she poured them each a sifter of excellent brandy. Only the best for the two top jewel thieves in the world.
“I want the diadem.” He said as he took the glass from her as he tried to control his anger. “You’re going to tell me exactly who this buyer is.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “And have them think that I open my mouth?” She shook her head.
His free hand slipped effortlessly around her neck, and he squeezed just a bit. Her breath caught as she looked into his burning eyes.
“You’re going to tell me, Hermione.” He told her, as he moved in very close to intimidate her.
“I’m really not.” She answered as she would not be intimidated.
He downed his drink and set the glass on the bar behind her, his body leaning further into hers. “Tell me, and save yourself a lot of pain.” He promised in a low whisper against her ear.
“That’s not how this game works Tom.” She answered with a smirk before nipping at his ear playfully.
“Have it your way, but know, this time you’ve pissed me off.” His other hand moved into her curls before he pulled her into a savage and violent kiss.
‘Ello Everyone! So I have been here and there and everywhere when it comes up updates. I have been sucked into the hole that is drabbles lately as you may have noticed. I wrote a slightly longer very odd story I have also added to the side called The Nine Lives of Hermione Granger. Though it is pretty much just a series of drabbles. One other thing I did today you may notice is a broke the short story section up into sub-categories to make it easier to navigate. The near future doesn’t look like I will reliably be able to post either so I have been posting when I can. I hope none of you are mad at me I will do my best I promise!
Summary: Sometimes life is better with a companion, no matter what the form. Prompt by @kyoki777 on Tumblr “No strings attached.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tom watched the little ballerina dance in the store window. It was a shop of curios and babbles, but the sign in the window read simply: Dancing Magical Doll, No Strings Attached. Usually, such items held no interest for someone like him. Dark objects were his forte, but something about the way the doll moved drew his eye.
One could plainly see her hinges and seams, but she moved more like an organic thing. She looked old as well. She was not an item the store owner had made themselves.
Before he could think better of it, Tom pushed his way into the shop and put on the mask of a bemused shopper.
“How does it work?” He asked as he motioned his head to the window.
The clerk looked at the window and gave Tom a warm smile. “No one has been able to figure out. As long as light shines on her, she would continue to dance.” The woman said with a shrug as she appraised Tom for a moment. “Have a sister with a birthday; she is sure to delight any little girl.” She said in moving a bit forward.
Tom wondered if half the women he was around noticed they were flirting with him.
“How much? I have someone who may find it interesting.” He said as he thought he could take her apart to see how the charms worked.
She was soon tucked away in a small box after Tom talked the woman down from her original price. He wouldn’t be surprised if the store took a loss on the ballerina as the girl was so eager to please the handsome Tom Riddle.
He couldn’t bring himself to take her apart, as every time he took her out of her box, she would grace him with a mysterious dance that seemed meant for him alone. She became something of a friend as time passed. He would talk to her as he worked and talking helped him make his plans more clear to himself and later to his followers.
Somehow she became as vital to him as his wand, something he felt less himself without. As days turned to weeks, and weeks to years he spent less and less time trying to figure out her mysteries and just enjoyed her silent companionship.
He had had her nearly ten years when something finally changed. He had her dancing nearby his campfire as he looked over his map when the light of a full moon came out from behind the cloud cover.
He didn’t even look up at the sight of the moon and stars in his remote campsite; he cared little for the beauty of nature around him.
“Tom, you should look. You’re missing it.” His ballerina said, and it just felt so natural that her dazed tone belonged to his companion he didn’t think for a moment about the fact she shouldn’t have a voice at all.
“I think, we’re lost.” He said waving his hand to let her know there were more important things than whatever she was saying.
“One can’t be lost when they always know where to find themselves.” She told him, and it slowly dawned on him that she was indeed talking.
Slowly he looked up from the map to find his ballerina kneeling next to him, her smile as beautiful as the painted lips of the doll.
But she wasn’t a doll any longer; she was a full sized girl. She just looked up at him expectantly as if she had not just been a doll only moments before.
“You’re real.” He told her as his eyes took in that every detail was the same. She was only more real now, more human; she was more herself.
“I’ve always been real Tom, but you’re missing the moon.” She told him as she looked back in the direction of the sky.
He looked as well and saw the moon seemed larger than life out in the remote wilderness. His mind wasn’t taking the view in as he tried to figure out what this all meant. His ballerina was real, his only friend and the only one he trusted was a real woman.
“Will this last?” He found himself asking; he didn’t know what he hoped for more. On the one hand, having his ballerina be real all the time would be enjoyable, but real women would not like to be kept in boxes and hidden away from the world. Did this mean he would have to share her?
“I am Luna.” She said as if that was her answer. “Things will work out the way they are supposed to.” She added before resting her head on his knee.
Summary: It is Ginny’s wedding day and her ex and soon to be brother stops in for a very heated visit.
Pairings: Tom/Ginny, Harry/Ginny
She glared at him as he dared to step into her private dressing room wearing an expensive suit and a sinful smirk. The suit fit him like it was painted on and he wore it with the confidence and attitude of a man that knew how good he looked. He probably could have been wearing a trash bag and would have looked good.
“What do you want Tom?” She asked as she purposefully turned away from the view. She didn’t need him getting into her head today of all days.
“I’ve come to check on my soon to be sister.” He said in a tone that wasn’t fooling either of them.
“Right.” She said as she walked over to the mirror to check herself over for the dozenth time. She liked the old dress given to her by Lily Potter; it made her feel like she was genuinely welcome to the family.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but the cotton lace design was elegant in its simplicity. When Tom moved up behind her in the mirror and rested his hands on her hips, she froze in place. All thoughts of his dress disappear with one whiff of his cologne.
“I wanted to give you one last chance Ginny.” He said as he took one hand and purposefully pushed the cascade of red curls over her shoulder. “Be mine.” He said, his tone demanding as he leaned in and nipped the place at the back of her neck that he knew drive her wild.
“You don’t love me, Tom, Harry does.” She tried to pull away. His hands moved back to her hips to pull her back against his chest.
“I want you.” He said as if that meant the same thing. “The offer is fair my dear. It’s more than anything my brother could give you in a lifetime.” He said with a sneer as he snaked a hand around to her stomach.
“We’ve talked about this. I want more. I want a family, and I want love, and I love Harry.” She said hating herself for not struggling more to pull away from him, but he knew just how to touch her.
“You love me, Ginny.” He whispered her as his hand slipped into the top of the v neckline of her dress so he could fondle her breast. “You are settling for him,” Tom explained in a tone that said he thought she was being an idiot. Then he pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck you, Tom.” She whimpered and pulled away and spun so she could look him in the eyes. “You can’t come in here today and think I’m just going to leave your brother at the altar to be ke…” He cut her off with his lips pressed roughly against hers.
He quickly pushed her back, so she was pressed against the mirror. He trapped her there so she wouldn’t be able to get away again.
“That is exactly what I had in mind for today.” He said darkly, as he wrapped his hand around her neck to keep her pinned. “You know what will make me stop. If you want me to stop just say the word.” He commanded, his eyes on fire as he drank in her expression.
“Fuck you, Tom.” She said again pushing at his chest with both hands.
“Those aren’t the words.” He said tauntingly right before he savaged her mouth. This time his free hand moved down her form and searched out the hem of the dress. “You don’t want me to stop, or you would make me.” He taunted against her lips.
“Tom please?” She gasped because it felt so good but she knew what to say to make him stop. She knew he would walk away with one simple word. Why didn’t she just say it?
“Don’t worry honey; I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He said in a criminal tone. His hand finally found the white lace knickers she had bought specially for today, and he ripped them from her body in a violent tug as if they meant nothing.
“This is wrong. I hate you.” She growled even as she arched her body into his every touch.
His fingers easily slid inside of her after that, and she let out a mewing sound while his hand around her neck tightened just a little.
“And yet you are all wet my little slut.” He taunted as first one, and then a second finger moved in and out of her core.
The hands grasped onto his shoulder as his thumb moved in circles around her clit and her knees threatened to give out.
“Say it, Ginny.” He ordered in his dark and controlled tone that always sent shivers through her. “Tell me whos slut you are. Pretty little whore all in white practically fucking herself against my hand. Say it.” He hissed enjoying the way she gave her just the right mix of submission and defiance.
“Fuck you.” She growled, and he tightened his hold on her neck again, it was getting a little hard to breathe but that was only making everything he did better.
“Not until you tell me what you are.” He threatened, his thumb making her jerk as he brushed the pad back and forth over her clit. “Come for me slut. I want you to come all over my hand.”
He said an grinned as she let out a little cry and her sex constricted around his digits. She was still so responsive to his touch and his needs he wondered how she had stayed away for so long.
“Admit what you are, or I am going to make you choke on my cock.” He said as he tortured her now oversensitive sex. “Tell me whos slut you are or I will put your mouth to better use.”
“Harry’s,” She said with a wide grin on her face as she knew exactly how much that would piss him off.
He tightened his hold on her neck, and she could see his control crack just a little. He shoved her roughly and ruined the soft curls of her hair as he yanked her head back. “Last chance my little toy before I come in your mouth.”
“Fuck. You.” She said glaring up him with all the fire she had. He smirked as he opened his fly and made good on his word.
“I’ve known Ginny for just about as long as I’ve known my brother,” Tom said with a raised as he looked around the room of the reception his usual charming mask firmly in place. “I remember when she used to follow us around and got into just as much trouble as any of the boys. I remember when Harry told me he was taking her to prom and the sweet pretty much every step of their sweet romance since. All I hope now is for them to continue with the kind of relationship they’ve had since that first day.” He finished, and everyone took a drink of champagne.
When he sat back next to his adoptive brother Tom watched the father of the bride stand to make his speech and made sure everyone was paying attention then so he could lean into the groom.
“It’s going to be the exact kind of relationship you’ve always had.” He said as Harry looked over at him a bit oddly. “Play house with her all you like, but I’ve already given the blushing bride five orgasms today. Let’s see how many you can get out of her tonight.”
Summary: It is so very strange the places Tom shows up when Hermione is out of town. Prompt by harrypotterfan4evr “Could you do a drabble where tom has been stalking hermione?”
Pairings: Hermione/Tom, Hermione/Ron
“What are you doing here?” Hermione’s voice sounded a bit confused, but not exactly upset at the sight of Tom in the restaurant.
It seemed she always ran into him at the oddest places outside of school; at the grocery store, her laundromat, sometimes even during her morning run. But to find him halfway across the country, away from school, it was just sort of unsettling.
“Visiting a friend.” He replied casually, as he gave her his always charming smile. “Is that the boyfriend?” He asked motioning with his head towards the table she had just retreated.
“Maybe.” She said sounding unsure as she looked back at Ronald Weasley dressed up in his best jacket and tie. He looked uncomfortable, and the restaurant was a place he didn’t seem relaxed.
“Maybe?” Tom asked raising an eyebrow at her, his careful expression of amusement with her statement strained as if he was holding back something more. “Why so unsure?”
“I think he’s going to purpose.” She said, and she really couldn’t read emotion in her voice, was it nerves or unease? The moment he had talked talking she had excused herself to the bathroom. She wasn’t sure how she felt, and now seeing Tom, it was all so weird. “Sorry Tom, I was on my way to the loo.” She said not wishing to be in this strange moment for any longer.
“Of course.” He said and bowed her head as she headed back to his table with some pretty blond who looked a little amazed when he sat down with her.
When she came out of the bathroom, Tom was there again, this time out of sight of the rest of the restaurant. “You should say no.” He told her before she had a chance to question why he was there.
“What?” She asked frowning up at him.
“When he asks you, you should say no and break up with him. He is no good for you.” He said as if she had asked his opinion.
Tom and she were bairly what she would call friends. He was just a guy that was around a lot, a guy she did enjoy talking to about school, but nothing so close as would warrant his opinion about her love life.
“You don’t even know him.” She said finding herself defensive of her high school boyfriend who decided to skip University. They didn’t exactly have much in common anymore, but there was no way for this near stranger to know any of that.
“I’ve seen his type.” He said taking a step closer to her. “He’s not smart enough for you. You have ambitions, and he will be happy to live with his parents for the rest of his life.” Tom explained as he reached out and brushed a curl from her face.
“You don’t know me either Tom.” She said feeling odd now about how close the man felt was appropriate to get to her.
“I see you, Hermione. I think I may be the only person who knows you are all.” He said as his fingers down her cheek. “I’m the only one that could keep up with that mind of yours.”
Hermione frowned as she stepped back into the wall to try to get away from him. She didn’t know what to say to any of this, and everything suddenly felt very wrong. Tom was always around, but she had passed that off before as the fact they had similar habits, but now she started to catch things she had brushed off before.
It was in the way he always spoke to her like they had some shared secret like they had been good friends forever. He always talked like he knew her better than he should. And now he was standing in a back hallway of a restaurant half across the country, and she shook her head as her eyes went wide.
“Are you stalking me, Tom? Did you follow me here?” She asked as the horror of that realization hit her in full. Her eyes darted around for a clear exit; she needed to get away from him, she needed the safety of other people.
“Of course I followed you, who knows what would have happened if I didn’t come,” he said shaking his head as if this was simple fact, and he had been right to follow her. “You might have even agreed to marry that imbecile.”
“You can’t do that Tom.” She said slipping to the side as she worked to get out of his reach. He stepped right back into her way as a frown crossed his face. “You can’t just follow people around without their consent.”
“But I’ve already decided your mine.” He said clearly annoyed with her reaction. “We’ve had enough of this pretending; there is no one else out there good enough for me.”
“You don’t get to decide for me.” She snapped as she was done trying to play cool. “I get to decide who I’m good enough for and if I want..” She started before he pressed forward cutting the rest of her words off with a crushing kiss.
She was too upset to enjoy even a second of his skills with his lips; she only knew she had not agreed to kiss him and tried to push him off.
“Hermione?” Ron’s voice flooded her with relief.
“Pardon me,” Tom said turning to eye the other man. “You’re bothering us.” He said making a shooing motion.
“Yeah. Right.” Ron said, and she saw a deadness in his eyes as if his whole world had broken around him.
“Ron!” She yelled trying to push past Tom as her boyfriend retreated from the situation, but he kept her from leaving the circle of his arms.
“Forget about him, Hermione. I told you, you belong to me now.”
Summary: Hermione has a little issue with her Rock Star boyfriend. Prompt by kyoki777 “That’s the problem! You don’t get it! You don’t understand! You were the one thing I desired above anything else! It was you! All I wanted was you!”
“I’m just here to get my stuff; then I’ll be out of your way.” The woman said as she purposely didn’t look at her ex on the hotel bed with three women she could only describe as supermodels.
She could feel four sets of eyes on her as she gathered her things. She didn’t look up as she heard movement from the bed and so was surprised when Tom held out a sweater.
“You’re the one that said I should enjoy my groupies.” He said in his cold tone.
“Well, it looks like you are taking my advice.” She answered keeping the hurt from her voice. She could hear the girls started to leave the room and shook her head. “No reason for you to go. I’m leaving.” She said as she moved to pick up more of her scattered items.
“We need to talk about this.” He said as she waved the other girls away like they meant nothing to him.
“I’m not doing this Tom, I can’t compete with that, and you know what. I don’t want to.” She said waving at the first figures behind her. “I don’t want you staying with me out of some obligation from University.”
“You are the dumbest smart person I know.” He growled pulling her, so she was forced to look up at him. “You think you’re an obligation? You think I would keep anything I didn’t want?” He asked looking at her with blazing eyes.
“I think she jumped at them pretty fast!” She yelled back as she waved at a now-closed door as the women had been smart enough not to get in the middle of this fight.
“YOU FUCKING TOLD ME TO FUCK THEM!” He screamed waving his hand in the same direction. “You said you wouldn’t stay unless I at least tried being a normal guy.” He reminded her his voice lowing just a bit.
“I didn’t think you would do it.” She growled not stepping back from the much taller dark figure in front of her.
“You told me you would leave!” He repeated as if that explained everything.
“I WANTED TO GIVE YOU A WAY OUT!” She screamed back, angry tears running down her face.
“I DON’T WANT A WAY OUT!” He screamed back before he pulled her in for a kiss.
She pulled out of the kiss quickly and glared up at him, still fierce in her anger as she tried to figure out what he even meant. “But you…” She motioned to the bed.
“You said you were going to leave if I didn’t sleep with a few groupies.” He felt like he was repeating himself. “So I slept with them, and now you have to stay.”
“You can’t want to be after you had…” She waved at the door once again. “…three women like that.” She said looking up at him and shaking her head.
“That’s the problem! You don’t get it! You don’t understand! You are the one thing I desire above anything else! It is you! All I want is you!” He said slowly, as he pulled her into another kiss and worked to make all her doubts disappear.
Summary: The Head Girl is not pleased with what the Head Boy has been up to. A quick little short that doesn’t really deserve its own page.
Everyone watched her as she walked purposefully over to the table where the Head Boy had set himself up a fort of books. It was nearing the end of the school year, and people knew better than to interrupt him while he was studying for his NEWTs. Usually, he was the favored authority to go to for support and troubles, but while he was studying, he tended to transform into a monstrous creature that would bite the head off of anyone to go near his sanctuary.
The Head Girl was the only brave enough to purposeful interrupt his study time, and she did not look at all pleased.
“What did you do?” She asked in a deadly tone that played with friendliness.
“Go away.” He said without looking up. In turn, he was the only one brave enough not to give the Head Girl precisely what she wanted when she wanted it.
“I thought we had an arrangement?” She asked pursing her soft pink lips that usually mesmerized the men she confronted.
He sighed and sat back in the chair to give her a none to pleased look. He knew most of the boys in the school would fall all over themselves to get her exactly what she wanted, but he was not so affected.
“Which arrangement?” He asked sounding tired.
“I let you study in peace, and you ignore what my friends are up to.” She said as she moved around the table with the grace of a cobra stalking its prey.
“I remember that arrangement now.” He said nodding to himself as a smirk played on his lips.
She paused in her motion; it was never good for her plans when he got that smile on his face. “Than why did you give not one, but two of them detention this evening. I needed them tonight.” She explained as she tried to find the trap she had missed.
“You made me swear, I would ignore all your friend’s goings-on, and in exchange, you would let me study. It seems to me you’re the one breaking our arrangement.” He said most pleased with his genius.
“Only because you broke it first darling.” She said narrowing her eyes at him.
He leaned in to close more of the distance between them. “We both know I’m your only friend, Riddle.” He whispered smirking up at her with delight in his eyes. “I was ignoring myself completely.”
She opened her mouth and closed it again as she thought about his words. “I’m the one that is supposed to trap you with word games Granger.” She said sounding both annoyed in pleased that he had tricked her.
So I know this is a weird day for me to post on, but I think for a little bit we may have to get used to separate behavior. My muse has been taking me to some pretty dark places this last week and I’ve come up with 2 short stories that go pretty twisted.
The first is called Thrall and is a story about Draco summoning a demon, who happens to me, Luna. Though I feel like I still captured Luna in this story, she isn’t exactly as harmless as we usually think of her as. This story has a taste of dubious consent, but in the end, both participants are willing.
The second story is called Untasted and is a story where Draco is an Unseelie fairy Knight. He comes upon a fairy maiden, Ginny, and decides to take his anger out on her with fear and pain. Things do not go well, and I would classify this story as non-consensual. Some pretty awful things happen to certain parts of people’s body, and I want to be clear there is no fluff here.
Now that I have those out of my system, let’s see if I can work on the things you guys enjoy.