luciusmistress (luciusmistress) wrote in malfoycentric, @ 2009-02-26 20:44:00 |
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Valentinus Is a Bastard
Mrs Figg’s house is dusty, stuffy and it smells of cats. A pretty good description of the house’s owner as well. Harry has nothing against cats, or little old ladies, in principle, but spending an entire day in the company of both is less than appealing.
chest and belly. When it becomes apparent where the man is going, Harry tries to twist away from the touch, but it is hard to control his own movements when the air offers no purchase. When the hand wraps around his prick and pulls him closer it feels so wrong, so violating, that a tear spills from Harry’s eye. It is instantly wiped away with a corner of Mrs Figg’s cat-smelling shawl. The thought of that old bat witnessing Harry’s shame is just too much to bear, so he looks pleadingly into Uncle Lucius’ cold eyes, desperately wishing for him to understand and send the woman away. To his surprise, there is a flash of understanding amongst the steely indifference.
Harry wakes up when Mrs Figg shakes him gently. “You dozed off, Harry. Your Aunt and Uncle will be here to collect you soon.” The exclamations are gone from her voice. Now she just sounds sad and beaten.
tbc.
Ps. I’ll be forever grateful for ANY kind of feedback and for con-crit, I promise you my first-born :)