|Beth H (bethbethbeth) wrote in hp_beholder,|
@ 2009-05-07 12:07:00
|Entry tags:||beholder 2009, evan rosier, fic, het, poppy pomfrey, rabastan lestrange, rodolphus lestrange, slash|
FIC: "Tangled Webs" for r_grayjoy
Title: Tangled Webs
Pairings: Poppy Pomfrey/Rabastan Lestrange; Rabastan/Evan Rosier, implied Rabastan/Severus, Rabastan/Rodolphus.
Word Count: 7728
Warnings: m/m, anal intercourse, voyeurism, Lestrangecest
Summary: Rabastan Lestrange must marry to satisfy his family obligations. Rab decides to be old fashioned with his courting and learns a few things about friendship.
Author's/Artist's Notes: You asked for some unusual/surprising characterizations for Rabastan Lestrange. And for first times (of all varieties), romance-not-schmoop, unlikely pairings and relationships, hurt/comfort, humor, snark, powerful women. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.
Disclaimer: HP is owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
Poppy Pomfrey was very tired. In fact, she was ready to hide in her private quarters and get smashed enough to sleep until this term was over.
"Three more weeks," she whispered while opening her office door. She stood staring in disbelief. There was a student lying face down over her desk. A half-nude, obviously male student with a perfectly lovely bum. "What is the meaning of this?"
"You're a smart lady, I think you can figure out what I am doing." The student turned his head and smirked at her.
"I think if you do not have something shoved up your arse, you would be wise to pull your clothing back on and get out of my office." She recognized the Seventh Year Prefect for Slytherin. "If you repeat this behavior, I will not be held accountable for my actions."
"Meaning?" he took his time pulling up pants and trousers, making sure she got a good view of his body.
"Meaning you will receive either a blistering, a bleeding, a purging or a puking." Poppy was satisfied to see his self-assured smirk disappear.
"You don't find me appealing?"
"I see a student in my office. I also see him attempting to make me lose my job. A position I worked long hard hours to earn." She stepped away from the door and gestured for him to leave. "I recommend you look up the definition of moral turpitude."
Rab sulkily left the hospital wing. He was an adult male and he knew he was good looking. All the females in this accursed school noticed him. If he wished, he could have any of the students in his bed. Point of fact, he'd had most of the males at one time or another.
Her rejection made no sense. Severus Snape displayed like that would have had Rab ready for a good hard shag. Maybe that was part of the problem? Could it be the sight of a firm arse didn't arouse women?
End of year exams and his N.E.W.T.'s were fast approaching. As a pureblood male, he was expected to sow some wild oats then settle down and set up a nursery. Rab's problem was his lack of interest in the female sex. Given a choice, he'd remain a bachelor and shag any male that took his fancy. However, Rodolphus was already hinting Rab should look for his own home.
"Blasted wife of his, ruining everything." Rab clumped down stairs while muttering to himself about his sister-in-law and how she was trying to wreck the family. "Ro's taking humoring her to an unhealthy extreme."
He pulled a crumpled bit of parchment out of his pocket and read the marriage offer. It still made him feel ill. Surely he was entitled to choose his own spouse. All he needed was to get Pomfrey to agree to a marriage of convenience and his life would be…not necessarily better, but tolerable.
Poppy settled into her favorite chair and took out her needlepoint. She wanted to work on the painted canvas for a few moments between tending to patients. Her needle was soon moving in and out, creating an elaborate pattern to mimic leaves on a tree. There was a scroll on the table next to her chart. Every once in a while, she'd glance at the fine calligraphy and fight back giggles.
Moral Turpitude is a violation of the standards for moral (read good) conduct. While this can be construed as a criminal offense, in the case of an instructor or school medi-witch it is related to their conduct with and/or around the students.
It sounds like a load of fertilizer to me. Why cannot a person act upon their physical needs and desires if they so chose? We are both legal adults and I see no reason why you cannot spend time with me. I am a good-looking, healthy pureblood wizard. You are a becoming witch of good family and pure bloodlines. I suggest we meet and come to terms over the possibility of an alliance.