Tell Me, Tell Me (Esmeralda/Medea)
Title: Tell Me, Tell Me.
Prompt: 50. Woods
Word Count: 1,287
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Esmeralda gets asked about something she'd really rather not discuss.
Notes: The world and characters were created by J.K. Rowling, but the characterization of these... that is not hers. I needed to take a bit of a break from "Dancing Death". Acceptable after all I wrote for that in a month.
"I thought for awhile that maybe you're just blind, but then I realized that no one's that blind."
Esmeralda stopped and turned to look at the black-haired girl who had spoken, head tilted a little. The only other people nearby were two Slytherin girls who were mirror images from their shoes to the smirks on their faces. They were supposedly related to Marishka, but no one knew how. Whenever Marishka changed her story, they went along. "I do not think that I know what you are talking about, Marishka," she said at last. "I-"
"We know!" one of the twins interrupted.
"We do," the other agreed. "I'm surprised no one else has said anything about it to you. But knowing Aug, he did."
"He would've."
"He probably noticed before she did... I bet he's told her a few times. Maybe even the other one, too!"
"But would she have listened to him?"
"I think that's what we're asking her about right now."
"Oh, well then continue." They turned back to face Esmeralda as though they had not just been discussing her as she stood right there. She never knew what to think of them.
Marishka rolled her eyes at the other two. "Medea Yaxley likes you."
"She does!" the twins chorused.
"Oh?" Esmeralda was careful to keep a smile, or more likely a smirk, off of her face. She was blind? No, she had been seeing Medea - privately, of course the Yaxley would never consent to others knowing - for over a year. And the previous night had been Medea's seventeenth birthday... a smile did form then. "How do you know? Or rather, why does this matter to any of you?"
"It doesn't matter to the twins," Marishka admitted, "they're just tagging along because they like to know everything." Briallen and Rosalie nodded their agreement. "It matters to me because, well, I'm terribly curious like that." You also sleep with anything that moves. On more than one occasion Marishka's name had come up while Esmeralda was conversing with Medea. It had been a surprise for her to learn that Medea had never been with the girl, and as much a one when Medea had learned the same of her. Guess we just are not receptive to her charms. Not that she would say that to the Lestrange, she might take it as a challenge. "And I've seen how Selene acts when Medea is around you... she doesn't like that way around anyone else, not even Antonin and everyone knows what he thinks cats are."
Esmeralda crossed her arms across her chest, the Hufflepuff sigil on her chest standing out all the more for it. "This is not a matter I would generally discuss with anyone." The reason being Medea... the fact that Esmeralda wanted to shout it from the top of the Astrology tower - especially after last night - did not matter. She had promised to keep her peace and if that was what she had to do to keep Medea, well, the redhead thought it a fair trade.
"You have two choices," the first twin remarked before Marishka could say anything.
"From how we see it you can either tell us..."
"Or we can tell the school." The first, Esmeralda was almost certain she was Rosalie, smiled. "Not about you, of course."
"We don't think that you much care what people think."
"We'd tell them about Medea though."
"It'd make everything a bit - oh, the badger has a temper." Briallen blinked at the wand that was pointed between her eyes. "I take it that you don't want us spreading the truth about your crush through the school?"
"I would take it amiss," Esmeralda snapped, not even trying to disguise her tone. "And I do not think that you would like what would happen if I did. I have friends who know the best ways to deal with people who stick their noses in where they do not belong." Augustus was the first to leap to mind, but he might have reservations since these two were part of his not-so-little circle, but Druella would not have as many qualms. Nor would Antonin. "And even without them... I still know what to do." She just preferred not to get her hands dirty.
"Why don't you two let me finish here?" Marishka asked, nudging the twin nearest to her. "Esmeralda seems a bit ruffled." The twins mumbled with each other, one giving Esmeralda a displeased look, before they turned and headed off towards the dungeon. "Just tell me so that I can know whether or not-"
"You cannot," Esmeralda said firmly, sliding her wand back up her sleeve. "Now, if you are quite finished, I have somewhere that I need to be." She could feel Marishka's glare burning into the back of her skull as she turned and walked away, deciding that a reply was not necessary. Perhaps it was unwise to upset the Slytherin, especially with the reputation she had gained since her arrival of being slightly unstable, but Esmeralda did not want to keep Medea waiting.
It took almost twenty minutes to find the exact location Medea had given her and there were twigs in her hair when Esmeralda arrived at the small clearing on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. There was a blanket laid out on the grass and a bottle of what looked quite a bit like firewhiskey in Medea's hand. The green-eyed witch smiled up at Esmeralda. "I was beginning to that that you weren't going to make it after all," Medea teased.
"I was just delayed," Esmeralda informed her, folding her legs as she settled on the blanket next to Medea. "Several of your housemates, and no, nothing like that." Something had flashed in Medea's eyes that Esmeralda had come to notice as jealousy and had to try not to smile. "And what is all this? Your birthday was yesterday."
"As though I could forget." Medea's eyes sparkled as she rose then slipped into Esmeralda's lap, arms around the redhead's neck. "Truly, Esmi, I couldn't forget that if I tried. You were... amazing."
Esmeralda's cheeks flushed. "You've said that a few times," she murmured against Medea's neck, kissing the soft skin. "I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself..."
"Did you?" The flush deepened and Esmeralda pressed her face into Medea's hair, not particularly wanting to answer that question. But Medea was insistent, she always had been that way, wanting to know everything right then without waiting. According to Esmeralda's mother she had even been that way as a child. "Esmi! You have to tell me."
"I..." Esmeralda felt Medea pull away so that she could see her face. "Why else would I have done it twice?" And she had. Medea had fallen asleep not long after the first, but she had woken to leave and before she could... Esmeralda bit her bottom lip and averted her eyes. "You... Medea, I don't know how to explain it." Soft, intense, thrilling and everything that she had hoped it would be. Yet the best part, undeniably, had been the look on Medea's face when she had crawled back up to kiss and hold her. She would never, ever be able to understand what Augustus could possibly see in men. But before she could add that, knowing that it would get a laugh out of Medea, she was being pressed down to the blanket.
"You don't have to tell me then," Medea said, hands trembling yet confident as she loosened Esmeralda's school tie, tossing aside the yellow and black striped thing as though it were offensive. She leaned down to nip the tip of Esmeralda's ear. "I'll find out for myself."
Prompt: 50. Woods
Word Count: 1,287
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Esmeralda gets asked about something she'd really rather not discuss.
Notes: The world and characters were created by J.K. Rowling, but the characterization of these... that is not hers. I needed to take a bit of a break from "Dancing Death". Acceptable after all I wrote for that in a month.
"I thought for awhile that maybe you're just blind, but then I realized that no one's that blind."
Esmeralda stopped and turned to look at the black-haired girl who had spoken, head tilted a little. The only other people nearby were two Slytherin girls who were mirror images from their shoes to the smirks on their faces. They were supposedly related to Marishka, but no one knew how. Whenever Marishka changed her story, they went along. "I do not think that I know what you are talking about, Marishka," she said at last. "I-"
"We know!" one of the twins interrupted.
"We do," the other agreed. "I'm surprised no one else has said anything about it to you. But knowing Aug, he did."
"He would've."
"He probably noticed before she did... I bet he's told her a few times. Maybe even the other one, too!"
"But would she have listened to him?"
"I think that's what we're asking her about right now."
"Oh, well then continue." They turned back to face Esmeralda as though they had not just been discussing her as she stood right there. She never knew what to think of them.
Marishka rolled her eyes at the other two. "Medea Yaxley likes you."
"She does!" the twins chorused.
"Oh?" Esmeralda was careful to keep a smile, or more likely a smirk, off of her face. She was blind? No, she had been seeing Medea - privately, of course the Yaxley would never consent to others knowing - for over a year. And the previous night had been Medea's seventeenth birthday... a smile did form then. "How do you know? Or rather, why does this matter to any of you?"
"It doesn't matter to the twins," Marishka admitted, "they're just tagging along because they like to know everything." Briallen and Rosalie nodded their agreement. "It matters to me because, well, I'm terribly curious like that." You also sleep with anything that moves. On more than one occasion Marishka's name had come up while Esmeralda was conversing with Medea. It had been a surprise for her to learn that Medea had never been with the girl, and as much a one when Medea had learned the same of her. Guess we just are not receptive to her charms. Not that she would say that to the Lestrange, she might take it as a challenge. "And I've seen how Selene acts when Medea is around you... she doesn't like that way around anyone else, not even Antonin and everyone knows what he thinks cats are."
Esmeralda crossed her arms across her chest, the Hufflepuff sigil on her chest standing out all the more for it. "This is not a matter I would generally discuss with anyone." The reason being Medea... the fact that Esmeralda wanted to shout it from the top of the Astrology tower - especially after last night - did not matter. She had promised to keep her peace and if that was what she had to do to keep Medea, well, the redhead thought it a fair trade.
"You have two choices," the first twin remarked before Marishka could say anything.
"From how we see it you can either tell us..."
"Or we can tell the school." The first, Esmeralda was almost certain she was Rosalie, smiled. "Not about you, of course."
"We don't think that you much care what people think."
"We'd tell them about Medea though."
"It'd make everything a bit - oh, the badger has a temper." Briallen blinked at the wand that was pointed between her eyes. "I take it that you don't want us spreading the truth about your crush through the school?"
"I would take it amiss," Esmeralda snapped, not even trying to disguise her tone. "And I do not think that you would like what would happen if I did. I have friends who know the best ways to deal with people who stick their noses in where they do not belong." Augustus was the first to leap to mind, but he might have reservations since these two were part of his not-so-little circle, but Druella would not have as many qualms. Nor would Antonin. "And even without them... I still know what to do." She just preferred not to get her hands dirty.
"Why don't you two let me finish here?" Marishka asked, nudging the twin nearest to her. "Esmeralda seems a bit ruffled." The twins mumbled with each other, one giving Esmeralda a displeased look, before they turned and headed off towards the dungeon. "Just tell me so that I can know whether or not-"
"You cannot," Esmeralda said firmly, sliding her wand back up her sleeve. "Now, if you are quite finished, I have somewhere that I need to be." She could feel Marishka's glare burning into the back of her skull as she turned and walked away, deciding that a reply was not necessary. Perhaps it was unwise to upset the Slytherin, especially with the reputation she had gained since her arrival of being slightly unstable, but Esmeralda did not want to keep Medea waiting.
It took almost twenty minutes to find the exact location Medea had given her and there were twigs in her hair when Esmeralda arrived at the small clearing on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. There was a blanket laid out on the grass and a bottle of what looked quite a bit like firewhiskey in Medea's hand. The green-eyed witch smiled up at Esmeralda. "I was beginning to that that you weren't going to make it after all," Medea teased.
"I was just delayed," Esmeralda informed her, folding her legs as she settled on the blanket next to Medea. "Several of your housemates, and no, nothing like that." Something had flashed in Medea's eyes that Esmeralda had come to notice as jealousy and had to try not to smile. "And what is all this? Your birthday was yesterday."
"As though I could forget." Medea's eyes sparkled as she rose then slipped into Esmeralda's lap, arms around the redhead's neck. "Truly, Esmi, I couldn't forget that if I tried. You were... amazing."
Esmeralda's cheeks flushed. "You've said that a few times," she murmured against Medea's neck, kissing the soft skin. "I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself..."
"Did you?" The flush deepened and Esmeralda pressed her face into Medea's hair, not particularly wanting to answer that question. But Medea was insistent, she always had been that way, wanting to know everything right then without waiting. According to Esmeralda's mother she had even been that way as a child. "Esmi! You have to tell me."
"I..." Esmeralda felt Medea pull away so that she could see her face. "Why else would I have done it twice?" And she had. Medea had fallen asleep not long after the first, but she had woken to leave and before she could... Esmeralda bit her bottom lip and averted her eyes. "You... Medea, I don't know how to explain it." Soft, intense, thrilling and everything that she had hoped it would be. Yet the best part, undeniably, had been the look on Medea's face when she had crawled back up to kiss and hold her. She would never, ever be able to understand what Augustus could possibly see in men. But before she could add that, knowing that it would get a laugh out of Medea, she was being pressed down to the blanket.
"You don't have to tell me then," Medea said, hands trembling yet confident as she loosened Esmeralda's school tie, tossing aside the yellow and black striped thing as though it were offensive. She leaned down to nip the tip of Esmeralda's ear. "I'll find out for myself."