Weekly fic Challenge 29 - Answer
I have unearthed from work because there was a challenge on QuietOnes that I couldn't refuse the plot bunnies.
Weekly fic challenge #29
Pairing: Any
Rating: Any
Word count: 250+
Elements to include:
House ties,
a drink,
a quill,
a present,
waves
Title: Gift
Author: Signet
Rating: All ages - some insinuations
Pairing: ? Gryffindor and Slytherin. You decide.
Summary: Sometimes a gift cannot be given without being enjoyed.
“I have a gift for you.”
The throaty promise sent shivers of anticipation through her body. A gift. He never gave her presents; it was a rule of theirs, there would be no strings attached. But it was her birthday, perhaps it was something pretty.
He laughed as she closed her eyes, no doubt imagining just what his gift was to be. Something pretty, like her, he thought. Silly pet. It would just as much his gift as it was hers.
“Next Friday, after dinner. I will have a gift for you.”
She tried to keep from gulping down the last of her drink, anxious to finish her dinner when she saw him rise from the dining table. Making sure to leave five minutes after he had left the hall before she rose from the tables, after all, the houses were friendlier towards each other these days, but the house ties were far from becoming strong between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
As soon as she was out of sight of those in the Great Hall, she dropped all pretence of patience. She flew down the halls, the route to his rooms firmly embedded into her mind as her thoughts focussed on what might lie ahead. The door loomed and she whispered the password to the painting of the merman floating atop the calm waves, guarding the haven beyond.
He had prepared the room before dinner; their gift was not something that could be given spontaneously. When he arrived after dinner he lit the candles and made the last preparations.
“Are you ready for your gift now?”
Waves of anticipation coursed through her body. “Yes,” she whispered.
He enveloped her in his arms, kissing her chastely and swiftly swept her off of her feet. He carried her to the bed in the centre of the room, set her down gently and quickly moved to fasten her ankles and wrists to the posts. The green and silver ties contrasted nicely with the red and gold of the Gryffindor ties.
He chose a quill from his table and gently dragged the feather down her face, “Once more with feeling.”
Fin