WISHLISTS: No Time Like the Present (Draco/Rose)
Author: drcjsnider
Recipient: queenb23more
Title: No Time Like the Present
Pairing: Draco/Rose
Request: Forbidden
Rating: R
Word Count: 775
Summary: Rose finds herself stuck in Draco’s bedroom at the Manor when Narcissa and Lucius arrive home unexpectedly.
Author's Notes: I am so glad that others, besides me, find this pairing fascinating! I do so enjoy writing them.
Rose squirmed and wiggled her bum but could not free herself from the ropes that bound her to the chair in Draco's room.
She knew he would blame her for what happened. After all, he had given her a verbal list of about twenty or thirty things that she shouldn't touch if she didn't want to suffer the consequences. Rose, however, hadn't been paying close attention to his monologue. Instead, she'd been concentrating on not laughing as she watched him hopping around trying to quickly get his pants and shoes on so he could go greet his parents.
Lucius and Narcissa were supposed to be on a holiday in Europe, but they’d returned early and demanded a word with their son. Draco had been so discombobulated at their unexpected arrival that he'd leapt out of bed, dressed, and ordered her not to leave the room - not to touch anything - not to make a noise.
Rose hadn't hesitated to ignore his commands and immediately began snooping about his private things. Unfortunately, the moment she'd touched the jewelry box on his dresser ropes had sprung from the walls and bound her to a chair.
She probably should feel guilty about prying, but she didn't. After all, it was now her room too. She giggled at the thought. Rose Weasley, daughter of a Mudblood and a Blood Traitor, was the new mistress of Malfoy Manor. Or, perhaps, she was only the deputy mistress until Narcissa, the true mistress, cocked up her toes. There was probably a handbook somewhere covering all the rules and regulations Malfoy brides needed to know. Rose would look in to acquiring a copy as soon as she was free.
As Rose rolled her neck to relieve some tension in her shoulders, she still couldn't believe Draco had married her. Although the day had started off in a fairly typical manner, it had quickly morphed into something out of the ordinary. Rose had snuck into Draco’s office at Malfoy Industries during her lunch break for a fast fuck. However, upon discovering that his parents and Scorpius were away from the Manor, she'd demanded to be allowed to “visit” his bedchamber, rather than shag on the uncomfortable leather couch in his office. He'd refused and their disagreement had become a shouting match. Rose accused Draco of being ashamed of dating a Weasley while he argued that she was only with him to inflict pain and suffering on her parents.
And just when it looked like they would end their relationship for good and never again share an intimate moment, Draco had Apparated them to Gretna Green, placed an expensive looking ring on her finger, and promised to love, honor, and respect her for the rest of his life. It had been very romantic. At least it felt romantic as long as she didn’t recall his muttered comment about how his vows weren’t a huge commitment since his life would undoubtedly be much shorter with a harpy for a wife. After the ceremony, he'd brought Rose to Malfoy Manor and proceeded to shag her silly.
Looking down at herself, Rose was thankful that she'd put on her slip after getting out of bed. It was going to be mortifying enough to have Draco find her tied up without the added embarrassment of being naked. Out of the corner of her eye, Rose caught sight of her wand sticking out from below Draco's bed. If she could reach it, there was a chance she could free herself without his ever being the wiser. Rose stretched out her foot, ended up losing her balance, toppled over the chair, and set off a loud alarm.
Scrunching her nose at what appeared at the disgusting layer of dust under her new husband's bed, Rose hoped that he had the sense to leave his parents downstairs when he came to check on her. As the door to the bedroom was thrown open Rose's faith in Draco's ability to think quickly in stressful situations evaporated. She could see three sets of legs seemingly frozen in place.
"Oh, dear Merlin!" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed in obvious distress at scene before her.
"Now, Mum," Draco began, sounding nervous. "It isn't what you are thinking. Rose is here voluntarily…"
"Forget that!” the statuesque blond interrupted in a rather horrified tone. “Is she wearing the Malfoy family heirloom diamond?"
“Ur… about t-that,” Draco stammered.
Rose giggled at his discomfort, drawing all eyes back to her immobilized form. Oh well, no time like the present to make introductions. She smirked at her in-laws. “Do you prefer I call you as Lucius and Narcissa or Mum and Dad?”
The End
Recipient: queenb23more
Title: No Time Like the Present
Pairing: Draco/Rose
Request: Forbidden
Rating: R
Word Count: 775
Summary: Rose finds herself stuck in Draco’s bedroom at the Manor when Narcissa and Lucius arrive home unexpectedly.
Author's Notes: I am so glad that others, besides me, find this pairing fascinating! I do so enjoy writing them.
Rose squirmed and wiggled her bum but could not free herself from the ropes that bound her to the chair in Draco's room.
She knew he would blame her for what happened. After all, he had given her a verbal list of about twenty or thirty things that she shouldn't touch if she didn't want to suffer the consequences. Rose, however, hadn't been paying close attention to his monologue. Instead, she'd been concentrating on not laughing as she watched him hopping around trying to quickly get his pants and shoes on so he could go greet his parents.
Lucius and Narcissa were supposed to be on a holiday in Europe, but they’d returned early and demanded a word with their son. Draco had been so discombobulated at their unexpected arrival that he'd leapt out of bed, dressed, and ordered her not to leave the room - not to touch anything - not to make a noise.
Rose hadn't hesitated to ignore his commands and immediately began snooping about his private things. Unfortunately, the moment she'd touched the jewelry box on his dresser ropes had sprung from the walls and bound her to a chair.
She probably should feel guilty about prying, but she didn't. After all, it was now her room too. She giggled at the thought. Rose Weasley, daughter of a Mudblood and a Blood Traitor, was the new mistress of Malfoy Manor. Or, perhaps, she was only the deputy mistress until Narcissa, the true mistress, cocked up her toes. There was probably a handbook somewhere covering all the rules and regulations Malfoy brides needed to know. Rose would look in to acquiring a copy as soon as she was free.
As Rose rolled her neck to relieve some tension in her shoulders, she still couldn't believe Draco had married her. Although the day had started off in a fairly typical manner, it had quickly morphed into something out of the ordinary. Rose had snuck into Draco’s office at Malfoy Industries during her lunch break for a fast fuck. However, upon discovering that his parents and Scorpius were away from the Manor, she'd demanded to be allowed to “visit” his bedchamber, rather than shag on the uncomfortable leather couch in his office. He'd refused and their disagreement had become a shouting match. Rose accused Draco of being ashamed of dating a Weasley while he argued that she was only with him to inflict pain and suffering on her parents.
And just when it looked like they would end their relationship for good and never again share an intimate moment, Draco had Apparated them to Gretna Green, placed an expensive looking ring on her finger, and promised to love, honor, and respect her for the rest of his life. It had been very romantic. At least it felt romantic as long as she didn’t recall his muttered comment about how his vows weren’t a huge commitment since his life would undoubtedly be much shorter with a harpy for a wife. After the ceremony, he'd brought Rose to Malfoy Manor and proceeded to shag her silly.
Looking down at herself, Rose was thankful that she'd put on her slip after getting out of bed. It was going to be mortifying enough to have Draco find her tied up without the added embarrassment of being naked. Out of the corner of her eye, Rose caught sight of her wand sticking out from below Draco's bed. If she could reach it, there was a chance she could free herself without his ever being the wiser. Rose stretched out her foot, ended up losing her balance, toppled over the chair, and set off a loud alarm.
Scrunching her nose at what appeared at the disgusting layer of dust under her new husband's bed, Rose hoped that he had the sense to leave his parents downstairs when he came to check on her. As the door to the bedroom was thrown open Rose's faith in Draco's ability to think quickly in stressful situations evaporated. She could see three sets of legs seemingly frozen in place.
"Oh, dear Merlin!" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed in obvious distress at scene before her.
"Now, Mum," Draco began, sounding nervous. "It isn't what you are thinking. Rose is here voluntarily…"
"Forget that!” the statuesque blond interrupted in a rather horrified tone. “Is she wearing the Malfoy family heirloom diamond?"
“Ur… about t-that,” Draco stammered.
Rose giggled at his discomfort, drawing all eyes back to her immobilized form. Oh well, no time like the present to make introductions. She smirked at her in-laws. “Do you prefer I call you as Lucius and Narcissa or Mum and Dad?”
The End