Strange Bedfellows

A collection of one shots and drabbles with rare pairs (at least for me.)

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Promise

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A Tom/Minerva Drabble by Goldensnitch18

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Rated T

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Summary: Minerva is going to say no. Today she is going to do it.


He always called her Minnie when they were alone. She despised the way the name rolled off his tongue, making her feel the poison of his influence coursing through her veins. For this reason, her dedication to not being alone with him was only rivaled by her dedication to defeating him at every opportunity. They fought relentlessly for the top spot, a battle that no one understood or even realized was occurring so furiously outside of their duo. Despite this, there were moments when it was impossible to avoid him, to add a third to their group. The worst of it was their rounds. The schedule had been devised with extreme precision, debated and adjusted until she only had to be alone with him once a week on Thursday evenings.

He was utterly aware the weight of his presence. He would smile, if one could call it a smile, that thing he did when it was just the two of them. His lips would curve only in the slightest, his eyes dark with something she tried not to understand, tried not to feel low in her belly as she stared into them. But, she would feel it. She would understand it. It was predatory. His claim over her was quiet, shown in the darkest of corners with his hand at her waist, his lips on her neck as she let out a gasp in spite of her best effort to swallow it down.

This Thursday was no different. They began outside of the Great Hall. He rolled the sleeves of his white shirt as they walked. They were silent. There was nothing to talk about. Theirs was a relationship born of intensity and energy. It needed no words. It needed no prompting. They walked. She imagined that this time she would push him away. There would be no hesitation. As soon as he descended on her, she would put her hands on his chest. "I'm done," she would tell him. "This is over here and now." She repeated the words, pictured the motion over and over as they moved step by step closer to their dark corner, the spot where he always stopped her. Their spot crawled closer, each moment burning at her like a fire, the anticipation of how he would react to her refusal dancing through her.

And, then, they were there. He had his hands shoved into his pockets when he stopped, his lips curving, his eyes owning her. He leaned back against the brick wall. She could just see him in the dark of the dungeon. This was different. He always pressed her back against the wall, tasting her as she allowed him to control her. It unsettled her. It disrupted the planned rejection racing through her head.

"Minnie." There it was, the poison. It hit her hard, racing with practiced ease through her body. "Come."

She stared, still disturbed by his change in the routine. It was as if he knew, as if he could read her mind. He was flipping the tables, making her admit that she wanted it, that she couldn't stop thinking about the way his fingertips felt on her thighs and how her heart raced when he told her that she was his, utterly and entirely his.

She stepped forward. Once. Twice. Again.

"Kiss me." His eyes were burning. There was something sinister in them. There was always something sinister below the surface, bubbling as she watched him charm everyone else but her. How could they not see it? It was so clearly there, reaching out for her.

She watched his eyes as her hands moved of their own accord, unable to resist him. It had been stupid to even pretend that she would push him away, that she would ever deny him. She was his, utterly, entirely. Her fingers clutched at his hips as her chest fell against his. He never let her eyes go as she leaned up to follow his order. She closed her own eyes as her lips touched his. Shame flitted through her. This was so wrong. There was something so terrible about this boy, this man, but it called her, made her need him more and more each time she touched him. All the other girls dreamed about this moment, about him wanting them, about him deeming them worthy of his time, and she just wished that he would forget her. She was too weak to let go, to follow through on what she knew she should do.

One day, she promised, one day she would say no, but not today.


A/N: Today's drabble is dedicated to Shaya, who wrote this pair having such a terrible, haunting connection in Soul Scars that it reignited my love of them. I have been waiting to try my hand at it ever since. Also, I've obviously fumbled with their ages a bit. Forgive me.

This drabble is part of my birthday project where I am writing one drabble a day every day this month. Follow along on my tumblr, goldensnitch-18.

xoxo

Meg