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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,643
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fear
Title: Fear
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #88 – Fear. She was not afraid as long as he protected her.
Word Count: 874 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by ryo_hija.
Prompt 88 – Fear
“It’s alright,” he whispered in her ear, his body tight behind her, his arms about her waist. “Just move very slow, keep your chin up. He will respect your intentions as long as you are not afraid.”
Pansy was not sure if she could rein her fear as well as Charlie did, but she followed his advice, her hand moving to touch the snout of the young Welsh Green. The dragon was several years old, Charlie had told her, not so wary of humans yet, and not so keen to taste human flesh.
Pansy remembered rolling her eyes at Charlie mentioning ‘blood, viscera, human flesh, it is like sweets to dragons.’ She also wondered how much truth there was to the words, or if she were being teased.
“There you go,” he purred as Pansy’s finger moved over the rough, reptilian skin of the dragon’s snout.
A part of her swelled with pride, the dragon making a soft cooing snort as she scratched between the dragon’s nostrils, its head bowing to let her.
“See, you’re a natural,” he whispered, pressing the front of his dragon hide trousers into her bottom.
Pansy stiffened, feeling Charlie’s arousal through her skirt. That particular moment to get aroused perhaps was not the best time, she thought. Pansy sighed, and ignored the way his fingers traced the insides of her thighs through the fabric of her skirt.
“Doees he have a name?” Pansy asked softly as the smaller dragon’s head moved so she could run her hand over the scales under its frightening yellow eye.
“We’ve been calling him Annwn.”
Pansy smirked. “The Welsh god of the underworld?”
She felt Charlie shrug. “I wouldn’t know, never could understand a lot about Welsh mythology…”
He ground his erection into her bottom again.
“Charlie…” she breathed in warning, the fear returning that ‘Annwn’ would incinerate her if she showed any change in her resolve.
“That’s enough, I think,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck where her cropped hair fell short of her shoulder. “Let me just get our friend back in with the rest.”
Charlie left her, moving carefully, wand drawn, but down. He glanced back at her, as he seemed to guide the dragon back into the main warded area where there were several other Welsh Greens moving about the landscape, mostly all younger dragons.
Pansy felt stupid, not knowing hardly anything about dragons other than the various species. She watched as Annwn’s wings unfurled and he alit the air, gliding back to the others as they moved along the base of the mountain in their Reserve in Wales.
“So? Ready to get up close and personal with a Hebrides Black?” he asked slipping his wand back into his trousers.
She laughed, “Not especially. Watching dragons from here will suffice, Charlie Weasley.”
He grinned, handsomely, but still Pansy felt her insides twitching, the fear not yet gone.
“A ride then? Over Y Garn?”
She blinked at him. Danger and fear, that was all she think about.
Somehow, she could not let Charlie Weasley, her boyfriend, know about her fear, and she ended up in front of Charlie on a broom, gliding slowly over Welsh mountains. Pansy wondered exactly how high they were, but it was high enough that a herd of Hebrides Blacks was black dots on the green landscape below.
“Scared?” he asked, his arms about her waist, one hand steering the broom.
Pansy had barely breathed since take off. Two riding a broom made for one was a stupid idea.
“Petrified,” she laughed nervously.
“Well, we cannot have that…”
And suddenly the broom was plummeting down toward what looked like a small lake from the sky, toward a progressively growing island in the centre of crystalline water. Pansy stifled a shriek, her heart in her throat.
Land, blessed land, she thought as Charlie helped her onto the rocky ground of the small island.
It was not a minute later that he was kissing her soundly, dancing her back into a small copse of trees and grass at the very top of the island. She wanted to be angry with him; he had been daring and teasing her all day since he invited her to the Reserve in Wales. However, when their lips parted and Pansy could look about the copse of trees, she realized she was on a campsite. A magical tent was pitched between to large birch trees, a campfire was burning low with a camp pot over top with coffee, and in a low bower under greenery was a bed exposed to sunlight.
“What is this?” she asked suspiciously, her hands curling into Charlie’s jumper.
“Our retreat,” he murmured his hands smoothing her ebony hair down from the flight. “Our anniversary retreat.”
She smirked, turning her face back to him. “Oh?”
He grinned. “In the middle of Snowdonia Reserve, surrounded by dragons…”
She shivered. “You are insane.”
He chuckled before scooping her small body up in his arms.
“Let me show you, Pans, how insane I can be,” he growled seductively, taking her to the bower.
Pansy was not afraid, suddenly, and realized as Charlie laid her down to pull off her boots, that he would protect her.
He was a Dragon Keeper, after all…
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #88 – Fear. She was not afraid as long as he protected her.
Word Count: 874 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by ryo_hija.
Prompt 88 – Fear
“It’s alright,” he whispered in her ear, his body tight behind her, his arms about her waist. “Just move very slow, keep your chin up. He will respect your intentions as long as you are not afraid.”
Pansy was not sure if she could rein her fear as well as Charlie did, but she followed his advice, her hand moving to touch the snout of the young Welsh Green. The dragon was several years old, Charlie had told her, not so wary of humans yet, and not so keen to taste human flesh.
Pansy remembered rolling her eyes at Charlie mentioning ‘blood, viscera, human flesh, it is like sweets to dragons.’ She also wondered how much truth there was to the words, or if she were being teased.
“There you go,” he purred as Pansy’s finger moved over the rough, reptilian skin of the dragon’s snout.
A part of her swelled with pride, the dragon making a soft cooing snort as she scratched between the dragon’s nostrils, its head bowing to let her.
“See, you’re a natural,” he whispered, pressing the front of his dragon hide trousers into her bottom.
Pansy stiffened, feeling Charlie’s arousal through her skirt. That particular moment to get aroused perhaps was not the best time, she thought. Pansy sighed, and ignored the way his fingers traced the insides of her thighs through the fabric of her skirt.
“Doees he have a name?” Pansy asked softly as the smaller dragon’s head moved so she could run her hand over the scales under its frightening yellow eye.
“We’ve been calling him Annwn.”
Pansy smirked. “The Welsh god of the underworld?”
She felt Charlie shrug. “I wouldn’t know, never could understand a lot about Welsh mythology…”
He ground his erection into her bottom again.
“Charlie…” she breathed in warning, the fear returning that ‘Annwn’ would incinerate her if she showed any change in her resolve.
“That’s enough, I think,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck where her cropped hair fell short of her shoulder. “Let me just get our friend back in with the rest.”
Charlie left her, moving carefully, wand drawn, but down. He glanced back at her, as he seemed to guide the dragon back into the main warded area where there were several other Welsh Greens moving about the landscape, mostly all younger dragons.
Pansy felt stupid, not knowing hardly anything about dragons other than the various species. She watched as Annwn’s wings unfurled and he alit the air, gliding back to the others as they moved along the base of the mountain in their Reserve in Wales.
“So? Ready to get up close and personal with a Hebrides Black?” he asked slipping his wand back into his trousers.
She laughed, “Not especially. Watching dragons from here will suffice, Charlie Weasley.”
He grinned, handsomely, but still Pansy felt her insides twitching, the fear not yet gone.
“A ride then? Over Y Garn?”
She blinked at him. Danger and fear, that was all she think about.
Somehow, she could not let Charlie Weasley, her boyfriend, know about her fear, and she ended up in front of Charlie on a broom, gliding slowly over Welsh mountains. Pansy wondered exactly how high they were, but it was high enough that a herd of Hebrides Blacks was black dots on the green landscape below.
“Scared?” he asked, his arms about her waist, one hand steering the broom.
Pansy had barely breathed since take off. Two riding a broom made for one was a stupid idea.
“Petrified,” she laughed nervously.
“Well, we cannot have that…”
And suddenly the broom was plummeting down toward what looked like a small lake from the sky, toward a progressively growing island in the centre of crystalline water. Pansy stifled a shriek, her heart in her throat.
Land, blessed land, she thought as Charlie helped her onto the rocky ground of the small island.
It was not a minute later that he was kissing her soundly, dancing her back into a small copse of trees and grass at the very top of the island. She wanted to be angry with him; he had been daring and teasing her all day since he invited her to the Reserve in Wales. However, when their lips parted and Pansy could look about the copse of trees, she realized she was on a campsite. A magical tent was pitched between to large birch trees, a campfire was burning low with a camp pot over top with coffee, and in a low bower under greenery was a bed exposed to sunlight.
“What is this?” she asked suspiciously, her hands curling into Charlie’s jumper.
“Our retreat,” he murmured his hands smoothing her ebony hair down from the flight. “Our anniversary retreat.”
She smirked, turning her face back to him. “Oh?”
He grinned. “In the middle of Snowdonia Reserve, surrounded by dragons…”
She shivered. “You are insane.”
He chuckled before scooping her small body up in his arms.
“Let me show you, Pans, how insane I can be,” he growled seductively, taking her to the bower.
Pansy was not afraid, suddenly, and realized as Charlie laid her down to pull off her boots, that he would protect her.
He was a Dragon Keeper, after all…