Silk
Disclaimer- Characters do not belong to me.
AN- Just a short drabble exploring Andromeda and Ted.
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Fingers whispered across silk, and flesh pressed against flesh. Quiet words and restrained emotions
broke free.
Andromeda smiled at her lover.
He definitely wasn't the sort that her sisters would choose. He was warm, friendly, a slob, and an
actual human being, rather than the cold, impassive purebloods that Bellatrix and Narcissa were
always going on about. Plus, it was always entertaining to see her mother's eye twitch every time
she mentioned Ted's less than pure heritage.
She lived for those eye twitches.
After all, there was nothing else in her mother's cool, elegant demeanor that showed her distaste or
disapproval quite like the involuntary motion. It made Andromeda feel triumphant, like she had
almost managed to win. She never managed to truly win, but the illusion still made her feel powerful.
"Shall we tell them tonight?" she asked, toying with the ring that adorned her left hand.
"If you want to," replied Ted. He was intimidated by her mother, her sisters, her family- and her.
Sometimes Andromeda wondered if he really loved her, or was just playing along with her whims in
the faint hope that she wouldn't hurt him. The rest of the time she was secure in the knowledge that
he did love her, or else he would have run screaming at the sight of the Black family.
Andromeda nodded, more to herself than to Ted, who would follow her lead no matter how deep
into hell she took him.
She adored him, though, and that's why she was going to marry him. He was, in her eyes, the perfect
man. Her mother disapproved, her sisters despised him, he was sweet and charming and handsome
and not the slightest bit aristocratic or impassive. She could read every emotion that crossed his
features, and he hid nothing.
It was an exotic demeanor to one raised in high wizarding society.
"We should get dressed," Andromeda announced. "We will be expected to be there on time."
She had not the slightest intention of getting there on time. Andromeda relished in doing anything
and everything she could to prove to her mother that breeding and upbringing did not mean that she
was a lady. She was an individual, not a slave to her heritage.
She knew that this was going to be the thing that would push her mother over the edge, though. She
had managed to deal with her daughter dating a Mudblood, but she was almost certain that the idea
of her daughter marrying one would be incomprehensible to the woman.
She pulled on dark, elegant clothes that matched her appearance and demeanor, and helped Ted into
his formal clothing, laughing at how uncomfortable he looked in attire that the men she had always
been around had worn since childhood.
"Come," she said, and they went.
Dinner was the same affair as always. Double talk and sly insinuations, compliments and insults
intermingling in the same breath. When a lull fell in the conversation, Andromeda spoke, and waved
her newly ringed hand, and laughed when her mother's eyebrow twitched.
Her other relatives reacted predictably, and arguments and harsh words flew across the table.
Andromeda watched the action with a giddy feeling arising within her, and smiled at Ted's paleness
as her sister's suitors turned wicked looks upon him, with hunting gleams and blood lust in their eyes.
Andromeda did not wish to loose her love so soon, and decided that perhaps gloating to her family's
face her blasphemy, her determination to ruin their blood, wasn't the best plan. She slid away from
dinner, Ted in tow, and they quietly left the Black house.
They never returned.