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Author: alcoholicberry
Recipient: deathlydragon
Title: Poison
Pairing: Ted Tonks/Lucius Malfoy
Request: Jealousy
Rating: R
Word Count: 687
Summary: Lucius doesn't think Ted has what it takes.
Author's Notes: Never written for these two so if it's terrible I understand. lol. Thanks to Tseecka for the beta. <3 Rated R because of the situation and some swearing. Enjoy!
Poison
Lucius stood in front of him, pressing Ted against the wall with a smirk across his face. The Hufflepuff prefect just glared back, trying his best to stand his ground even though he was pushed up against the cold stone.
“What do you want Malfoy?” he snapped.
Lucius tilted his head to the side, and his eyes looked Ted up and down. “To see the look on your face when I tell you they’ve finally decided on a husband for Andromeda--and it’s not some filthy mudblood like you.”
Ted glared at him, fists clenched at his sides. He knew this already but to have it rubbed in his face...
“Does it make you jealous? To know he’ll be the one bedding her? To know that you will never be allowed to love her freely?”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Ted snarled.
“I know you are. I know you’re jealous every time you see a Black sister openly loving someone. Like myself and Narcissa.” Lucius trapped the Muggle-born against the wall of the castle, hands pressed against the stone on either side of his head so he was unable to move. “Does it break your pathetic heart to know she’ll be forced to have his children and not yours? That she’ll grow old in his company, not your own?”
Ted watched as Lucius licked his lips, leaning closer so their noses were almost touching.
“Like she could ever love someone as lowly as you; a disgusting excuse for a wizard. Why, you’re not even fit to walk the halls of this castle, let alone touch such a wonderful specimen.”
The way he called Andromeda a specimen made Ted’s stomach turn in revulsion. “She’s not a damn butterfly. Not some prize to be won or a trophy to sit on the mantel.”
“Pity you’ll never know what it’s like to have a trophy sit on your mantel, Tonks.”
“Fuck you.”
Lucius chuckled darkly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“As if I’m mental,” Ted scoffed, looking away.
The smirk on Lucius’ face faltered ever slightly. He pulled his right hand away from the wall and grabbed Ted’s chin, forcing the other boy to look at him, “It gets you excited doesn’t it, the idea of it.” Lucius pushed up against him, smashing them both against the wall. “You want it, don’t you, Tonks.”
Ted struggled against Lucius’ grip, trying to break free but it was hopeless. The Slytherin held fast, not letting Ted go, eyes staring directly into his. “Think you’re golden don’t you. Think you deserve a pureblood like me.”
“Piss off Malfoy!” Ted shouted, “I’ll dock your house points.”
This brought a wicked grin to Malfoy’s face, as he thought of the idea. “You dock Slytherin? A Hufflepuff, dock our house points?” he pressed himself against Ted, leg moving between the other boy's.
“I swear I’ll do it.”
“And if you did, you would never be heard from again,” Malfoy hissed. “I didn’t think you were that foolish, but then again, you are after rich blood.”
“Don’t talk about her that way.”
“Think you can handle a pureblood, mudblood?” Lucius said. “Well, let’s see, shall we?” And before Ted could reply, Lucius had crushed their lips together violently knocking Ted’s head against the stone roughly in the process.
The kiss didn't last long, because Ted finally broke free from Lucius’ grasp and sent the Slytherin crashing to the floor with a punch.
Lucius looked up from the floor, grin still playing across his face as if this move amused him. He lifted his hand up and wiped a bit of blood from his lips with the back of it.
Ted stood over him, a look of loathing showing on his features. “Don’t let me hear you ever talk badly about Andromeda Black ever again,” he said before turning and walking off down the hall. He knew Lucius wouldn’t say anything about their argument, or about the kiss. The Slytherin wouldn’t risk his reputation by boasting to world what had just happened. He frowned at the thought of the kiss.
The taste of Lucius’ lips against his own, like poison.
Recipient: deathlydragon
Title: Poison
Pairing: Ted Tonks/Lucius Malfoy
Request: Jealousy
Rating: R
Word Count: 687
Summary: Lucius doesn't think Ted has what it takes.
Author's Notes: Never written for these two so if it's terrible I understand. lol. Thanks to Tseecka for the beta. <3 Rated R because of the situation and some swearing. Enjoy!
Poison
Lucius stood in front of him, pressing Ted against the wall with a smirk across his face. The Hufflepuff prefect just glared back, trying his best to stand his ground even though he was pushed up against the cold stone.
“What do you want Malfoy?” he snapped.
Lucius tilted his head to the side, and his eyes looked Ted up and down. “To see the look on your face when I tell you they’ve finally decided on a husband for Andromeda--and it’s not some filthy mudblood like you.”
Ted glared at him, fists clenched at his sides. He knew this already but to have it rubbed in his face...
“Does it make you jealous? To know he’ll be the one bedding her? To know that you will never be allowed to love her freely?”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Ted snarled.
“I know you are. I know you’re jealous every time you see a Black sister openly loving someone. Like myself and Narcissa.” Lucius trapped the Muggle-born against the wall of the castle, hands pressed against the stone on either side of his head so he was unable to move. “Does it break your pathetic heart to know she’ll be forced to have his children and not yours? That she’ll grow old in his company, not your own?”
Ted watched as Lucius licked his lips, leaning closer so their noses were almost touching.
“Like she could ever love someone as lowly as you; a disgusting excuse for a wizard. Why, you’re not even fit to walk the halls of this castle, let alone touch such a wonderful specimen.”
The way he called Andromeda a specimen made Ted’s stomach turn in revulsion. “She’s not a damn butterfly. Not some prize to be won or a trophy to sit on the mantel.”
“Pity you’ll never know what it’s like to have a trophy sit on your mantel, Tonks.”
“Fuck you.”
Lucius chuckled darkly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“As if I’m mental,” Ted scoffed, looking away.
The smirk on Lucius’ face faltered ever slightly. He pulled his right hand away from the wall and grabbed Ted’s chin, forcing the other boy to look at him, “It gets you excited doesn’t it, the idea of it.” Lucius pushed up against him, smashing them both against the wall. “You want it, don’t you, Tonks.”
Ted struggled against Lucius’ grip, trying to break free but it was hopeless. The Slytherin held fast, not letting Ted go, eyes staring directly into his. “Think you’re golden don’t you. Think you deserve a pureblood like me.”
“Piss off Malfoy!” Ted shouted, “I’ll dock your house points.”
This brought a wicked grin to Malfoy’s face, as he thought of the idea. “You dock Slytherin? A Hufflepuff, dock our house points?” he pressed himself against Ted, leg moving between the other boy's.
“I swear I’ll do it.”
“And if you did, you would never be heard from again,” Malfoy hissed. “I didn’t think you were that foolish, but then again, you are after rich blood.”
“Don’t talk about her that way.”
“Think you can handle a pureblood, mudblood?” Lucius said. “Well, let’s see, shall we?” And before Ted could reply, Lucius had crushed their lips together violently knocking Ted’s head against the stone roughly in the process.
The kiss didn't last long, because Ted finally broke free from Lucius’ grasp and sent the Slytherin crashing to the floor with a punch.
Lucius looked up from the floor, grin still playing across his face as if this move amused him. He lifted his hand up and wiped a bit of blood from his lips with the back of it.
Ted stood over him, a look of loathing showing on his features. “Don’t let me hear you ever talk badly about Andromeda Black ever again,” he said before turning and walking off down the hall. He knew Lucius wouldn’t say anything about their argument, or about the kiss. The Slytherin wouldn’t risk his reputation by boasting to world what had just happened. He frowned at the thought of the kiss.
The taste of Lucius’ lips against his own, like poison.