"The Seduction"
A short drabble by Romancing Heartbreak
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Authors note: Anything in italics is parseltongue.
Seduction is so easy, if you're a parselmouth. Harry smirked. One word and their eyes would glaze over. Two words was even better. A whole sentence and – well, you don't want – or need – to know.
"Ginevra." The name rolled off his tongue. Sure enough, her eyes glazed over. "Scream for me." Her hands slowly slid down his chest and immediately went for the button of his jeans. He smirked. Her movements were quick and agile, eager. She gave him a lustful look, then pushed him back, forcing him to lay on the bed in one of the rooms in the Leaky Cauldron. Moans, screams, and hissing were all that was heard from then on.
In the end, though, it wasn't worth it. Sex couldn't replace everything he had missed in his life. It never would. The nights of drunken one night stands would just leave him sitting in a chair, head in his hands crying. Depressed. Broken. In the end, it wasn't worth it.
The seduction.