A/N: For the Monthly Het-tastic Drabble-athlon competition, January 2014.


jaggernaut
7: Nice

The sort of woman his father would approve of would be "nice". Nice: boring, conservative, and a mindless coward. The sort of woman his unfortunate mother was; if she ever had a spark, it was long since doused in his father's heavy vat of honey, smooth-talking the public and the Aurors so they could cause a carnage on a Death Eater's future and sleep all the better of it – after the weak-minded fled in the opposite direction.

But even they think they can sleep happy, in the illusion that men with stronger will can cover their quaking backsides for them. And he can laugh to himself, because he knows they can't handle her; he can't handle her – and if his father ever met her, his heart would be nothing but flecks of muscle in a splattered pool of blood.

But first, he would have his little bit of fun and steal his father's breath away.