A/N: For the Monthly Het-tastic Drabble-athlon competition, January 2014.
jaggernaut
11: Ring
It was a pretty ornament, just for show, and she wore it for exactly those reasons. She didn't polish it like a Muggle fool – or those Wizards who thought the foolish customs of the Muggle world worth keeping alive. Why bother, when the flick of a wand repaired it to pristine health? And she certainly wouldn't spend any further time than necessary on that little façade; it looked like an ordinary wedding ring from a rich man, and that's how it stayed.
He wasn't one of those men who devoured her ring and felt the polish of love within it. In fact, when his lips kissed the stone for the first and last time, for the crowd, he felt nothing but the cold rough surface beneath his lips. But when he captured her lips another day, they were warm and smooth and moist and bitter, and he stole a drop of blood from her tongue.
