Written for the Lyric Inspired Drabble Challenge, for Taylor Swift - I Knew You Were Trouble, for the lyric:
Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Also written for the A-Z Competition, for S - Slytherin
Words: 501
For chronology, this is set in late 6th Year.
S is for Slytherin
When a Slytherin walks into the Gryffindor Common Room, you know there's about to be a scene. What was worse was that Gryffindor were in the midst of celebrating their Quidditch win over the snakes. What was even worse was that it was Georgia Burke.
Georgia Burke, Queen of Long Legs and Luscious Locks, Chaser, and Boy Trap eyed the room with a smirk. Her dark hair was freshly watched from the game and styled as she liked it: full at the roots, long and straight at the ends. She sashayed into the middle of the room, pausing to look around, making sure she had everyone's full attention.
I couldn't help but think that she needed something, or someone, to knock her off her high horse once and for all.
"I just came to congratulate you on your impressive win," she said into the silence. "Well played. I was wondering if anyone would share a commiseration drink with me. Black?"
Georgia Burke, temptress extraordinaire, fixed her dangerous eyes on me, beckoning me. I considered her offer for a moment, looking over at James briefly to catch his dark expression, and I knew the answer. He knew me to well. I couldn't refuse. Uncorking the bottle of Firewhiskey that was already in my hand, I headed over to her, offering it out. She took it as the background whispers started up again, her eyes fixed on me. What was she doing? What game was she playing? I already knew the answer, I just didn't want to face it.
The Slytherins had lost, and it would be the talk of the school until the next thing happened to fuel the whispers. She was making sure she was part of that next thing.
She handed the bottle back to me, and I drank deep, not taking my eyes off her for a moment.
Fixing me with a smile that should have been illegal, she spoke. "Care for a walk, Black?"
"Depends," I drawled, wary around her. What boy wouldn't be? She was a Venus Fly Trap for the likes of me.
"You sound nervous," she commented with a light laugh. I cautioned a glance to James, who was shaking his head a little. He knew the kind of sticky situations I could get myself into, and this may well become one of them.
Maybe it would be - maybe I was already too drunk to care.
"Because I knew you were trouble when you walked in," I told her.
She laughed again. "Of course I am. It's my middle name."
She winked as she took my hand, pulling me towards the portrait hole. Turning back, she let her dark hair swing about her shoulders, enticing.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
Sure, she was using me. I should have said no, she was a Slytherin after all. How was I to know it wasn't a trap. But she looked like a woman in need, and I was a gentleman, after all.
Who was I to refuse?
