serpentqueen13: More Than Just Friends (Draco/Morag, PG-13)
Title: More Than Just Friends
Author: serpentqueen13
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.3
Prompt: #18, Lies
Word Count: 2,164
Summary: Cormac had believed Morag when she told him that they were just friends.
Warnings: Het, infidelity, songfic
Notes: Also for hp_100songs prompt: Gavin DeGraw, Just Friends.
I saw you there last night
Standing in the dark
You were acting so in love
With your hand upon his heart
But you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one
I've had other options too
But all I want is you
Girl your body fits me like a glove
And you shower me with words of love
And you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one
It's not my style to lay it in on the line
But you don't leave me with a choice this time
Why weren't you true?
You know I trusted you
When you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one
Gavin DeGraw~Just Friends
~*~
It was another one of those annoying Ministry parties, with the same vapid people, the same meaningless chatter, the same mediocre champagne and disgusting appetizers. Morag was circling around as she always did, a patently false smile painted on her mouth, almost as if painted on with her blood red lipstick, as she listened to the pointless gossip and office chatter while twirling a lone curl around her finger from where it hung loose from the fancy pompadour the rest of her hair had been pulled into, while pondering whether anyone would notice if she gouged her eyes out with a caviar spoon.
But then she felt a familiar gaze on her back, and without even looking, she knew at least one person would notice. One person always did.
~*~
Cormac McLaggen, Gryffindor alumnus, war-honoured Auror, loved the Ministry parties. It gave him a chance to network and catch up with old friends, see what else was going on in the office while he was busy concentrating on his anything but waning crusade against dark magic and his personal life, which he believed to be going quite a bit better then his crusade.
He grinned as Sabrina Fawcett asked about his fiancee, and answered her query with a dismissive wave as he sipped at his punch, but his eyes searched the room for Morag as Sabrina went on her way, trying to catch the attention of Roger Davies. Where had his girl gone?
She was always doing this to him, slipping off without a trace. He casually inquired of a waiter if he had seen the redhead and was glad to be pointed outside--she had slipped out the service entrance.
Cormac suddenly felt bad for ignoring her like he'd been doing; spending all his time with people from work, he hadn't spent more than fifteen minutes with her since they had arrived that evening, and she always disliked these functions for some reason. He was certain she had stepped out to get away from the crush of politics for the moment, to catch her breath and get some air. he decided to go out and surprise her, use the opportunity to make up for the way he'd been ignoring her. She always liked his surprises.
What he didn't know was that he wouldn't say a word to Morag, the surprise would be on him, and he wouldn't like it in the least--in fact, he'd hate it like nothing before in his life.
~*~
It was dreadfully incautious, unlike every other encounter they had had. There was no plan, no weighing of the risks and possible dangers. Ravenclaw wit had gone soundly out the window the moment she felt his nails dig into her wrist for only a few seconds, and it might have embarrassed Morag; had she been capable of caring, but that went to smash with her logic, overpowered by something just as addicting as forbidden knowledge, just as dark, and just as able to draw her in and make her forget everything else.
She gasped as he all but threw her against the wall, not because it was too rough, not even close. She liked it rough, the pain melting into pleasure, the games of dominance and submission. Draco Malfoy was everything that Cormac McLaggen was not, dark instead of impossibly light, demeaning at times, rather than respectful and utterly willing to forgo some ridiculous seduction scene to shag her senseless.
Morag realised dimly that the expensive watery silk dress that she was wearing would be stained horribly by the grime of the alley behind the service entrance behind the Ministry, but she couldn't bring herself to care, not while he was mouthing at her jaw like that. "Draco..."She murmured quietly, head tilting back as she pressed against him, fisting a hand in his designer dress robes for a moment before putting a hand over his heart, enjoying the feel of his heartbeat, slightly faster than normal, pounding beneath the cloth and her fingers.
~*~
Cormac had taken the long way around, exiting out the main door, because the service exit was off limits to all but the caterers of the party, and he was always one to follow rules. He was just about to turn the corner and surprise her with a conjured rose, red, like her hair or her lips, when he stopped in shock, blinking at the sight before his eyes.
Morag was there, all right, snogging Draco Malfoy of all people. For a moment their posture made him think that perhaps the ex-Slytherin was trying to force himself on her--the way she was pressed against the brick wall, her hand on his chest, but his mind soon caught up to his eyes, as he watched her head tilt back and her lips move as she said something. She wasn't trying to push him away, her hand was over his heart, as if she was in love.
A sudden feeling of numbness overtook his limbs and he grasped at the flower's stem as if it could somehow invalidate what he was seeing, bring his girl back to him, and he found himself suddenly regretting that he had conjured it without thorns, if only to be able to feel something.
He watched as the ex-Death Eater devoured his fiancee's mouth, most of her lipstick fading in the intensity of the kiss, but the blond's man teeth making them even redder, if that was possible. He felt the stem snap in his hand, vaguely saw it drop to the gravel out of the corner of his eye when he heard Morag moan, moan for the rich bastard.
~*~
Morag purred into the deep kiss, parting her lips easily for Draco as his tongue teased at her lips, growling slightly as his hands wandered to her hair, playing first with the one loose curl, before reaching up to play with the intricate updo she had taken quite a lot of time to put in place.
"Don't." She growled, her voice nearly breathless, leaning in to lick his neck almost gently before biting him hard, then kissing the torn skin, her lips reddening with his blood. "That took me ages to put in..."
Draco savagely ripped the intricate hairstyle down, tangling his hands in her hair as he tilted her face up to kiss her again. "You talk as if I'm going to let you go back in there." He growled roughly. "I'm not."
~*~
We're just friends. Cormac's mind snarked, parroting Morag's words from a few months back to him, every syllable now as pointed as one of her knives.Just friends. He had believed her then, because he loved her. He did love her, certainly more than Malfoy did, anyway. He remembered the scene perfectly, he had been coming up to her office to pitch her a case, a kill that needed done, and he had been able to spy them standing just inside the partially opened door, Morag brushing a piece of the man's blond hair back over his ear. Even then it had struck him as an infinitely intimate gesture, and after the man left, returning to whatever rock he crawled out under, and Cormac had asked her what was going on between her and Malfoy.
She had shook her head in irritation, reminding him that Draco had helped the war effort, working with the Order near the end and feeding information that helped bring down Voldemort, and then kissed him lightly as she said it; those words that were obviously patently untrue. We're just friends, darling, just friends. He had believed her, he needed to believe her, and it wasn't hard. He knew he was protective and jealous, but she couldn't blame him, could she, when he had a girl like her? Besides, he had doubted her once before, thinking her cheating with Marcus Flint despite all of her protests to the contrary. That theory he had proven wrong himself, however when he walked in on Percy Weasley and Marcus Flint snogging in the mens' room. He had sworn then that he would never doubt her again, and he had tried his best to keep his word.
Cormac crushed the blossom of the flower in his hand as they, his beloved fiancee and who was obviously her lover, pulled themselves together enough to disappear with a small pop of apparition, still entwined in one another's arms.
~*~
Cormac returned to the party, trying to press the images of what he had seen from his mind and failing miserably, because they were all he could see when he closed his eyes, blond and red burned onto the back of his eyelids. He smiled and made excuses, telling everyone that asked that Morag had a headache and been forced to retire early, work tomorrow, you know, but every sound reminded him of her voice, her moan for the other man, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing now.
After the party finally ended, he apparated to Morag's penthouse flat and knocked on the door, trying to steel himself for whatever horrors might be inflicted on his mind, heart and soul now as he knocked on the door demandingly.
~*~
Morag growled in annoyance as she heard the knock on the door, wanting desperately to ignore it, but forced herself with a groan and a muttered curse as she disentangled herself from the twisted sheets and amalgamation of limbs that she and Draco had fallen into after their second go-round, too tired to really move very much. She ignored the annoyed growl that came from the form still on the bed and threw on one of her silk robes before sighing and heading to the door, blinking as she opened it and forced a sweet smile on her face.
"Cor." She said as sweetly as she could manage with the way her aching muscles were protesting holding her up, resisting the urge to lean against the cool wood of the door. "'M sorry, luv, I'm tire,' can we tal' in th' mornin'?"
~*~
The sight of her like that, tousled and tired from more than just exhaustion stabbed him in the heart. "I know." He said softly, reaching out to touch her, but unable to bring himself to actually do it. "I saw you with him, I know, Mora mine." There was question in the familiar endearment.
He watched her as she responded, her body sagging into the door, eyes harder and the familiar smile wiped from her face. "Oh."
"I'll forgive you, leannan, really. Just tell me that it won't happen again, that you'll go back to being just friends with the bastard, tell me I'm the only one for you, that your still mine and I'll forgive you, I will." He was trying to convince himself as much as her, but he had to, he loved her.
He ignored the stab of jealousy that went straight to his core as a rumpled Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway to her bedroom, dressed only in hurriedly closed trousers. "I'll forgive you--all I want is you."
Morag licked her lips, thought obvious on her face as the turned just enough to see the blond and then back to him. "No Cor." She said finally after a moment. "No, we're more than jus' friends, Cor, an' I dinna wan' ye enough ta give 'im up." She paused for a moment before saying only one word more and then closing the door. "Goo'bye."
Cormac stared in shock at the door as it closed in his face, a look of disbelief etched into his features, in such a way that he didn't think he could ever erase it. he stared at the door until his legs ached so bad he trembled, waiting for her to come back, to say that she was wrong, but it didn't happen, and he finally went home, taking the Knight Bus because he didn't trust his mind to Apparate him.
Author: serpentqueen13
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.3
Prompt: #18, Lies
Word Count: 2,164
Summary: Cormac had believed Morag when she told him that they were just friends.
Warnings: Het, infidelity, songfic
Notes: Also for hp_100songs prompt: Gavin DeGraw, Just Friends.
I saw you there last night
Standing in the dark
You were acting so in love
With your hand upon his heart
But you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one
I've had other options too
But all I want is you
Girl your body fits me like a glove
And you shower me with words of love
And you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one
It's not my style to lay it in on the line
But you don't leave me with a choice this time
Why weren't you true?
You know I trusted you
When you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one
Gavin DeGraw~Just Friends
~*~
It was another one of those annoying Ministry parties, with the same vapid people, the same meaningless chatter, the same mediocre champagne and disgusting appetizers. Morag was circling around as she always did, a patently false smile painted on her mouth, almost as if painted on with her blood red lipstick, as she listened to the pointless gossip and office chatter while twirling a lone curl around her finger from where it hung loose from the fancy pompadour the rest of her hair had been pulled into, while pondering whether anyone would notice if she gouged her eyes out with a caviar spoon.
But then she felt a familiar gaze on her back, and without even looking, she knew at least one person would notice. One person always did.
~*~
Cormac McLaggen, Gryffindor alumnus, war-honoured Auror, loved the Ministry parties. It gave him a chance to network and catch up with old friends, see what else was going on in the office while he was busy concentrating on his anything but waning crusade against dark magic and his personal life, which he believed to be going quite a bit better then his crusade.
He grinned as Sabrina Fawcett asked about his fiancee, and answered her query with a dismissive wave as he sipped at his punch, but his eyes searched the room for Morag as Sabrina went on her way, trying to catch the attention of Roger Davies. Where had his girl gone?
She was always doing this to him, slipping off without a trace. He casually inquired of a waiter if he had seen the redhead and was glad to be pointed outside--she had slipped out the service entrance.
Cormac suddenly felt bad for ignoring her like he'd been doing; spending all his time with people from work, he hadn't spent more than fifteen minutes with her since they had arrived that evening, and she always disliked these functions for some reason. He was certain she had stepped out to get away from the crush of politics for the moment, to catch her breath and get some air. he decided to go out and surprise her, use the opportunity to make up for the way he'd been ignoring her. She always liked his surprises.
What he didn't know was that he wouldn't say a word to Morag, the surprise would be on him, and he wouldn't like it in the least--in fact, he'd hate it like nothing before in his life.
~*~
It was dreadfully incautious, unlike every other encounter they had had. There was no plan, no weighing of the risks and possible dangers. Ravenclaw wit had gone soundly out the window the moment she felt his nails dig into her wrist for only a few seconds, and it might have embarrassed Morag; had she been capable of caring, but that went to smash with her logic, overpowered by something just as addicting as forbidden knowledge, just as dark, and just as able to draw her in and make her forget everything else.
She gasped as he all but threw her against the wall, not because it was too rough, not even close. She liked it rough, the pain melting into pleasure, the games of dominance and submission. Draco Malfoy was everything that Cormac McLaggen was not, dark instead of impossibly light, demeaning at times, rather than respectful and utterly willing to forgo some ridiculous seduction scene to shag her senseless.
Morag realised dimly that the expensive watery silk dress that she was wearing would be stained horribly by the grime of the alley behind the service entrance behind the Ministry, but she couldn't bring herself to care, not while he was mouthing at her jaw like that. "Draco..."She murmured quietly, head tilting back as she pressed against him, fisting a hand in his designer dress robes for a moment before putting a hand over his heart, enjoying the feel of his heartbeat, slightly faster than normal, pounding beneath the cloth and her fingers.
~*~
Cormac had taken the long way around, exiting out the main door, because the service exit was off limits to all but the caterers of the party, and he was always one to follow rules. He was just about to turn the corner and surprise her with a conjured rose, red, like her hair or her lips, when he stopped in shock, blinking at the sight before his eyes.
Morag was there, all right, snogging Draco Malfoy of all people. For a moment their posture made him think that perhaps the ex-Slytherin was trying to force himself on her--the way she was pressed against the brick wall, her hand on his chest, but his mind soon caught up to his eyes, as he watched her head tilt back and her lips move as she said something. She wasn't trying to push him away, her hand was over his heart, as if she was in love.
A sudden feeling of numbness overtook his limbs and he grasped at the flower's stem as if it could somehow invalidate what he was seeing, bring his girl back to him, and he found himself suddenly regretting that he had conjured it without thorns, if only to be able to feel something.
He watched as the ex-Death Eater devoured his fiancee's mouth, most of her lipstick fading in the intensity of the kiss, but the blond's man teeth making them even redder, if that was possible. He felt the stem snap in his hand, vaguely saw it drop to the gravel out of the corner of his eye when he heard Morag moan, moan for the rich bastard.
~*~
Morag purred into the deep kiss, parting her lips easily for Draco as his tongue teased at her lips, growling slightly as his hands wandered to her hair, playing first with the one loose curl, before reaching up to play with the intricate updo she had taken quite a lot of time to put in place.
"Don't." She growled, her voice nearly breathless, leaning in to lick his neck almost gently before biting him hard, then kissing the torn skin, her lips reddening with his blood. "That took me ages to put in..."
Draco savagely ripped the intricate hairstyle down, tangling his hands in her hair as he tilted her face up to kiss her again. "You talk as if I'm going to let you go back in there." He growled roughly. "I'm not."
~*~
We're just friends. Cormac's mind snarked, parroting Morag's words from a few months back to him, every syllable now as pointed as one of her knives.Just friends. He had believed her then, because he loved her. He did love her, certainly more than Malfoy did, anyway. He remembered the scene perfectly, he had been coming up to her office to pitch her a case, a kill that needed done, and he had been able to spy them standing just inside the partially opened door, Morag brushing a piece of the man's blond hair back over his ear. Even then it had struck him as an infinitely intimate gesture, and after the man left, returning to whatever rock he crawled out under, and Cormac had asked her what was going on between her and Malfoy.
She had shook her head in irritation, reminding him that Draco had helped the war effort, working with the Order near the end and feeding information that helped bring down Voldemort, and then kissed him lightly as she said it; those words that were obviously patently untrue. We're just friends, darling, just friends. He had believed her, he needed to believe her, and it wasn't hard. He knew he was protective and jealous, but she couldn't blame him, could she, when he had a girl like her? Besides, he had doubted her once before, thinking her cheating with Marcus Flint despite all of her protests to the contrary. That theory he had proven wrong himself, however when he walked in on Percy Weasley and Marcus Flint snogging in the mens' room. He had sworn then that he would never doubt her again, and he had tried his best to keep his word.
Cormac crushed the blossom of the flower in his hand as they, his beloved fiancee and who was obviously her lover, pulled themselves together enough to disappear with a small pop of apparition, still entwined in one another's arms.
~*~
Cormac returned to the party, trying to press the images of what he had seen from his mind and failing miserably, because they were all he could see when he closed his eyes, blond and red burned onto the back of his eyelids. He smiled and made excuses, telling everyone that asked that Morag had a headache and been forced to retire early, work tomorrow, you know, but every sound reminded him of her voice, her moan for the other man, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing now.
After the party finally ended, he apparated to Morag's penthouse flat and knocked on the door, trying to steel himself for whatever horrors might be inflicted on his mind, heart and soul now as he knocked on the door demandingly.
~*~
Morag growled in annoyance as she heard the knock on the door, wanting desperately to ignore it, but forced herself with a groan and a muttered curse as she disentangled herself from the twisted sheets and amalgamation of limbs that she and Draco had fallen into after their second go-round, too tired to really move very much. She ignored the annoyed growl that came from the form still on the bed and threw on one of her silk robes before sighing and heading to the door, blinking as she opened it and forced a sweet smile on her face.
"Cor." She said as sweetly as she could manage with the way her aching muscles were protesting holding her up, resisting the urge to lean against the cool wood of the door. "'M sorry, luv, I'm tire,' can we tal' in th' mornin'?"
~*~
The sight of her like that, tousled and tired from more than just exhaustion stabbed him in the heart. "I know." He said softly, reaching out to touch her, but unable to bring himself to actually do it. "I saw you with him, I know, Mora mine." There was question in the familiar endearment.
He watched her as she responded, her body sagging into the door, eyes harder and the familiar smile wiped from her face. "Oh."
"I'll forgive you, leannan, really. Just tell me that it won't happen again, that you'll go back to being just friends with the bastard, tell me I'm the only one for you, that your still mine and I'll forgive you, I will." He was trying to convince himself as much as her, but he had to, he loved her.
He ignored the stab of jealousy that went straight to his core as a rumpled Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway to her bedroom, dressed only in hurriedly closed trousers. "I'll forgive you--all I want is you."
Morag licked her lips, thought obvious on her face as the turned just enough to see the blond and then back to him. "No Cor." She said finally after a moment. "No, we're more than jus' friends, Cor, an' I dinna wan' ye enough ta give 'im up." She paused for a moment before saying only one word more and then closing the door. "Goo'bye."
Cormac stared in shock at the door as it closed in his face, a look of disbelief etched into his features, in such a way that he didn't think he could ever erase it. he stared at the door until his legs ached so bad he trembled, waiting for her to come back, to say that she was wrong, but it didn't happen, and he finally went home, taking the Knight Bus because he didn't trust his mind to Apparate him.