Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-06 00:00:00 |
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[FIC] The Purebloods' Dilemma :: Millicent/Adrian, Katie/Marcus | gift for lady_green_bat
Title: The Purebloods' Dilemma
Author:
Recipient: lady_green_bat
Pairing: Millicent/Adrian, Katie/Marcus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3, 718
Warnings: dirty talk dirty pop, high tea
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Two friends try to pull the girls of their dreams.
Author's Notes: Happy SummerSmut, lady_green_bat! I hope you enjoy this little romp. Many thanks to my lovely beta J.
Adrian didn't normally care much for social functions. He was expected to smooth talk important people, flirt with women — but not too much, and generally be open and friendly. Adrian would much rather be at home with a glass of Firewhiskey and a good book. Tonight, however, he was much more agreeable to being out in society. Especially since a certain witch had put in a rare appearance.
"You've been staring at Bulstrode like she's a sodding rib eye for the past 10 minutes," Marcus noted dryly. "You into fatties now?"
"She is not fat!" Adrian said in indignation. "It's the robes. They make everyone look fat." Millicent certainly didn't look her best when she was covered up in long black robes that hid every sweet curve. Adrian licked his lips. "You haven't seen her out of her robes, Marcus," he said reverently, "I saw her last week, in London. The Muggle side."
"What were you doing on the Muggle side?"
"That's not the point!" Adrian said impatiently. "The point is, she was wearing these Muggle denims and this little vest. Do you remember Rosmerta?"
"Of course I do," Marcus said with a fond smile. "She was my first."
"She was everybody's first," Adrian retorted. "But Rosie? She's got nothing on Millie in the curves department."
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Adrian nodded. "The way her hips sway when she walks," he said dreamily.
"She'll never go out with the likes of you," Marcus said. "What's her family worth? Five hundred thousand galleons?"
"Six," Adrian answered miserably. "I've heard she's supposed to marry Blaise Zabini next year."
"Merlin. You're pretty, Adrian. But he's pretty and he's worth just as much as she is, if not more." Marcus patted him on the back and signalled to an elf to bring them another round. "Sodding Granger. Now I've got to tip the bloody elves," he muttered, digging in his pockets for a few sickles. Adrian swallowed his fresh Firewhiskey without comment. His gaze was fixed on Millicent, who was chatting with Daphne and Draco. He sighed and looked over at Marcus, only to find him similarly preoccupied. He followed Marcus' line of sight to the tall brunette standing at the bar.
"Still obsessed with Katie Bell, then?" He asked.
"It's not an obsession," Marcus said, not taking his eyes off his quarry. She looked up and caught his gaze and he was rewarded with a smile and a slight flush in her cheeks before she looked away.
"She's been toying with you for months and you just lap it up," Adrian said, knowing that his words were falling on deaf ears. Marcus' single-minded pursuit would not be knocked off course by anything he said.
"It's foreplay, my good man. Foreplay," Marcus replied confidently. "She's biding her time. When she's ready, I'll be there. She knows that."
"What if she finds someone else?"
"She won't."
"You don't—"
"I do," Marcus said, finally looking at Adrian. "You just worry about getting in with Bulstrode, alright? Leave Katie to me." He finished his drink and then stood up, striding over to the bar. Adrian watched him talking with Katie for a few minutes before turning back to Millicent's table. If he was serious about this, he needed to act fast, before she was well and truly out of reach.