Drabble: DracoxCilwenu
Summary: A little something I want to do. Thoughts bubble in my head all the time for Draco and my Original Character. Will be a series of ONE SHOTS clustered together in a single story, as to not pile up my list of stories. These One Shots will not, not all of them anyways, will go into anything involving Cilwenu and Draco.
Cilwenu Eileen Snape (middle and last name are disclaimed- Cilwenu is supposed to be named after Severus' mother.) is a character I made for my enjoyment, and to some extent of others. Some people do not like OC pairings, but I am one of the few who do. I do not own anything Harry Potter, for it is all owned by the beautiful J.K. Rowling.
These are not in any particular order.
Subject: Honeydukes Title: Indulgence Rating: (all stories will be rated T and over unless proved innocent.) Warnings: extreme sugar, cavities prone: teeth warned.
Hogsmeade was booming with students from three and over, but to Draco, it seemed as though everyone was there. It annoyed him, but he'd only went that particular weekend because Cilwenu wanted him to, and if he didn't go, she would surely be at his throat.
And not in the good sense.
Cilwenu's destination was Honeydukes Sweets Shop. Her reason? Cilwenu Eileen Snape, out of her fifteen years, had never once tasted anything chocolate. Which one would think was a crime of nature if only they could have seen the look on her friends' faces when she told them. Harry was the main reason she dragged poor Draco there. He reminded himself several times that morning to hex Saint Potter into oblivion.
"Draco, don't drag your feet! Come on!" Cilwenu beamed.
Draco found it hard to believe that his own girlfriend was older than him. He found it hard to believe, but he could only amend his face to look absolutely repulsed, and shake his head out of disappointment in her. Such a smart girl, with such daft intentions. The blonde boy let out somewhat of an exasperated groan, arching his neck back. He didn't want to go in, he didn't want to submit.
Cilwenu, however, pulled his arm a little harder, dragging him in through the doors, where the both of them got a strong wave of sugar jammed up their noses upon entrance. The smell bounced off the walls, and was bound to give him a migraine from hell… He narrowed his eyes. It was only convenient that Pansy would be there, with the two most annoying of friends sitting too close for comfort to the girl.
Another groan found its way out of Draco's mouth.
"It smells wonderful in here… Oh! I hope I have enough galleons!" Cilwenu sang.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Why do you bring anything? I have money."
"Rubbish." she grumbled.
"How long are you planning on staying in here?"
"Until I've had enough."
"Didn't you get enough to last you a bleeding century when you walked in? It's a cavity inducing, fat provoking hell hole in here. Look at Bulstrode…" Draco scowled, "Pigging out… shortening her life with every cauldron cake she consumes. Who would want to indulge in something like that?"
"Be nice, Draco." Cilwenu released her boyfriend then. She shook her head, "Honestly, you're not a gentleman when you don't get your way."
He mocked her, mouthing each word behind her back. He was lucky she turned only after he'd stopped, and shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
"Bollocks."
Cilwenu made an indescribably strange noise. Her attention was taken away the moment she laid eyes on a fountain, which flowed generously with white and milk chocolate. Her eyes widened, and she walked to it, as if it were calling her. She was pleased to see a large amount of strawberries sitting in intricate patterns along the table of which it stood.
Skewers were to her left, and Cilwenu plucked one from the narrow holder. Plunging the sharp tip into a most juicy berry, Cilwenu rose it, eyed it, and delicately decorated the fruit with white chocolate.
Draco stood feet away from her, watching in confusion as such a preposterous thing made her feel like she was in heaven.
Sweets were for children… or the bedroom, and neither reason sounded appetizing to him at all. Ever since he was eleven, his mother would only ever owl him cakes, and tarts, most of which he passed onto Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco didn't work at his image just to have it thrown away by rotting his teeth out and expanding in ways he never sought attractive.
No, never in a million years.
The more he watched, Draco could see pure fascination melt into pure happiness, as Cilwenu sunk her teeth into the first bite of chocolate covered strawberry. Her lips molded perfectly around the berry, and he sort of flushed at the sensuality it brought forth. Granted, he didn't understand why she wanted it in the first place, he became a little intrigued.
Who would have supposed that would give him the most impure thoughts he'd had all day?
"You have to taste this berry, Draco." Cilwenu told him, holding the skewer in hand as she walked back over to where her love stood. She held it up to his chin, making Draco shudder and twist his lips into a frown.
Without properly thinking, Draco swatted the berry away from his face, and it slipped out of Cilwenu's fingers. She gasped, in what seemed like, horror as it clattered down level with her feet.
Draco paled at his actions. She would most likely be pissed.
She snapped her eyes to look into his, and Cilwenu's nostrils flared slightly. She stomped on his foot with her own, and Draco cried out in shock.
"Have you become mental?" Draco yelled.
"Maybe I am! What's so wrong with it anyway! Can't I have this one sinful indulgence without you patronizing and judging me for it?"
"I'm not…" Draco paused, "I'm not patronizing you."
"You're absurd… you blasted, foul, pessimistic git…"
Draco stared at Cilwenu for but a few moments. She pissed him off, plain and simple. So why did he feel so damned guilty?
With a tiny bit of reluctance, the blonde made his way over to a barrel filled to overflowing of dormant chocolate frogs. Asking the lady behind the counter for a small bag, Draco scooped half a handful of them and dumped them into said bag. He trudged over to various other candies, making sure to intricately, and carefully place them in the bag just so.
Neatly, he tied a silver bow around the bag after twisting it. He sighed.
Cilwenu stood with her arms crossed when he returned, lifting her hand to take his gift. She blushed, and cleared her throat.
"How much of a blasted, foul, pessimistic git am I now?" He asked her.
Cilwenu smirked, "Still a git… but I love you."
Instead of actually taking the bag, Cilwenu rose on her toes to snag a kiss from her lover's lips.
Never again would he deny her of any other indulgence.
