Trauma
By Tashasaphi
Drabble/short story- 406 words
Genre- Drabble, Humour
Warnings- None… not really, anyway. Unless you are squeamish.
I've never written a drabble before, but this one exists to get out a little bubble of, as Francesca would put it, Wangst I have.
I'll explain at the end.
She loved the boys. She really did.
She was happy they'd finally got past the ridiculous dancy stage of their courting, and that they were now a nice solid couple.
Who occasionally had a weird ménage e trois with Blaise Zabini. And sometimes Seamus Finnegan. But that was beside the point.
And she loved them coming over to stay. It wasn't a frequent thing. Their offices were up north, and hers out east. The two of them and Pansy (who had, once all the weirdness was past, turned out to be the best friend a girl could want) had come to stay for a meagre few days, but it had been so nice.
Granted, her little bedsit wasn't much, but they were welcome to it.
And she fully expected the boys, who had been separated, since Draco had been stuck on a course all week, would be absolutely gagging for it, and had therefore made every possible concession to leave them alone in the bedroom as often as possible and for as long as possible, abducting Pansy to the kitchenette/living room for tea/help with dinner/heart to heart girly chats. In return, the boys had done the washing up, since Harry was the most domesticated man in history, and Draco did as he was told.
It was, all in all, a hassle free, deeply enjoyable weekend.
But a week later, as Hermione packed some things and tidied before heading home to visit her family, she was not expecting to find an unexpected reminder of her beloved boys.
Granted, Draco had left his socks, and Pansy a bra, and Harry nothing at all because he was far more fastidious with his belongings, but this was a tiny bit more long lasting. And a hell of a lot more distressing, even than Draco's socks.
Hermione was a pillow addict. She liked to snuggle back against a huge pile of them and read a good romance novel at the end of a hard day.
And her beautiful faux fur silver pillow was no exception to this rule.
However, now her beautiful faux fur silver pillow was defying the Scourgify spell, because, despite its revolutionary powers, week old, dried on spunk was one thing that it couldn't shift out of fur.
The boys could consider themselves duly castrated, she thought with a snarl as she flung the offending object across the room and went with a shudder to scour her hands.
A/N
Pity Plz?
My silver faux fur pillow has jizz on it. And I only just found it. And it's been there for a WEEK.
Goddamnit, boys. I don't caaaare if you screw or fool around in my bed/on my floor/in my shower, but next time aim somewhere less…. easy to spunkwreck that my pillows.
D:
Week old spunkthe GROSS. ;;
Moral of the story- provide your gay friends with a box of tissues when they stay over. And don't let them near faux fur. PERIOD.
How the hell did I not notice it until 4am this morning? WTF! cries
I'm gonna go check all my other blankets and pillows paranoid
The long suffering Tsx
(ps- one of the rl men in question is tall, blonde and dances, and the other is shorter, brunette and a house work addict. Hmm. James-chan and I have great fun fangirling over them… except when they jizz on my pillow --)