Close Quarters
Quirrell and Nagini adjust to their new arrangement as Voldemort's familiars. Written for the prompt "I love your hugs" and a 100 word limit.
Sudden mortification bled into my oxygen-deprived thoughts, and I felt Nagini's loosening coils like a warm muscular ribbon around my throat.
Nagini's apologizing for nearly strangling us in your sleep. As if you suffocating me into the pillow weren't adventure enough.
Ah. That explained the mingled waves of regret and rage echoing at me. I took a rattling breath.
Nagini cringed at the sound.
It's alright now. I stroked a finger gently down her scales. We evil familiars have to stick together, you know.
Nagini's nose bumped mine affectionately.
Heartwarming, Quirinus. Now, both of you, sleep.
Yes, my Lord.