A/N: For the Monthly Het-tastic Drabble-athlon competition, January 2014.
jaggernaut
2: Camping
It was like being out in the woods, waiting to shoot a cutting curse at a deer and watching its blood splatter rocks and call out the hungry wolves. And soon, they'd get to splatter the blood of those wolves as well, painting stone and earth a brilliant bright red.
Except the disgustingly innocent deer were Muggles, and the wolves all bark, no bite were the disgraces of the Wizarding world. But they were still the hunters, hiding out in the thicket and waiting to pounce. The pair in a world of their own, watching the sweet little scene winding slowly down…
Their eyes met over the prelude, and they shared a smirk together before the music started. Their wands spun; their soul sungs, and it wasn't long before the both of them were laughing, the tips of their robes soaking up that dirty red.
