Drabble: Caught (Albus Severus/Lucy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Caught
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Albus Potter/Lucy Weasley
Word Count: 500
Content: mention of drug use
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
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hp_humpdrabbles's prompt "bad boy, good lips" posted here
Albus Severus Potter was just raising his homemade cigarette to his lips when the prefect burst in on him. He could easily have been worried about that, considering he was out of bounds, out of uniform and the cigarette he was about to light was not even tobacco but his own blend of apothecary ingredients. Unlike his dad, Albus was a big fan of Potions and Herbology and just about anything else that could give him a buzz. However, Al was not worried at all about being caught. Not only did the teachers have a long history of letting things slide for him, (just like his father they’d say fondly if ever he was ever found out) but he recognised the girl who’d caught him.
“Lucy! Fancy meeting you here,” Al said, smirking at the newcomer.
No-one was quite sure why Lucy had been made a Prefect. She was intelligent enough for it; she was after all the brightest Hufflepuff of the year (way smarter than Al, everyone agreed) but she didn’t exactly wield authority as much as wave it around like a feather duster.
“Albus! What are you doing? Curfew was twenty minutes ago.” Lucy said in a shocked voice.
“Just fancied a smoke is all.” He waved the cigarette.
“Al! You bad boy,” Lucy said, in tones that suggested this was the worst possible thing she could say.
“Oh I am! I admit it! But then, aren’t girls supposed to like Bad boys, Lucy?” He said slyly. Lucy blushed. She actually blushed. Prefects were not supposed to blush that cutely, Al thought. She didn’t seem to be able to take her eyes off him, either he realised. Well he looked good he thought; girls liked the dark hair and the green eyes and the dragonhide jacket.
Lucy was just the opposite, looking prim and proper in a painfully correct uniform. It might have just been the herbs talking but Al thought she made the uniform look good. The blouse curved noticeably around small round breasts and coupled with the wide eyes and blushing cheeks she looked unbearably cute.
Al slid of the table he was leaning against and took a step towards her.
“Are you going to turn me in?”
“I should.”
“But are you?” He said and took another step forward, and Lucy retreated a step back, colliding with the door she’d come in. “Don’t, I’ll do anything.”
He was really close now, her head tilted upwards to look him in the air.
“You could always behave yourself from now on.” She squeaked .
“Anything else.”
He kissed her. Her fingers dug into his jacket as she melted against him and he pushed tight against the door, her badge digging into their chests. She gasped his name as he broke the kiss and attached his lips to her neck instead, working his way downwards.
Al wasn’t the brightest and he was a bad boy but he still knew he could kiss off any trouble he got into.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Albus Potter/Lucy Weasley
Word Count: 500
Content: mention of drug use
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
A/n:Written for
hp_humpdrabbles's prompt "bad boy, good lips" posted hereAlbus Severus Potter was just raising his homemade cigarette to his lips when the prefect burst in on him. He could easily have been worried about that, considering he was out of bounds, out of uniform and the cigarette he was about to light was not even tobacco but his own blend of apothecary ingredients. Unlike his dad, Albus was a big fan of Potions and Herbology and just about anything else that could give him a buzz. However, Al was not worried at all about being caught. Not only did the teachers have a long history of letting things slide for him, (just like his father they’d say fondly if ever he was ever found out) but he recognised the girl who’d caught him.
“Lucy! Fancy meeting you here,” Al said, smirking at the newcomer.
No-one was quite sure why Lucy had been made a Prefect. She was intelligent enough for it; she was after all the brightest Hufflepuff of the year (way smarter than Al, everyone agreed) but she didn’t exactly wield authority as much as wave it around like a feather duster.
“Albus! What are you doing? Curfew was twenty minutes ago.” Lucy said in a shocked voice.
“Just fancied a smoke is all.” He waved the cigarette.
“Al! You bad boy,” Lucy said, in tones that suggested this was the worst possible thing she could say.
“Oh I am! I admit it! But then, aren’t girls supposed to like Bad boys, Lucy?” He said slyly. Lucy blushed. She actually blushed. Prefects were not supposed to blush that cutely, Al thought. She didn’t seem to be able to take her eyes off him, either he realised. Well he looked good he thought; girls liked the dark hair and the green eyes and the dragonhide jacket.
Lucy was just the opposite, looking prim and proper in a painfully correct uniform. It might have just been the herbs talking but Al thought she made the uniform look good. The blouse curved noticeably around small round breasts and coupled with the wide eyes and blushing cheeks she looked unbearably cute.
Al slid of the table he was leaning against and took a step towards her.
“Are you going to turn me in?”
“I should.”
“But are you?” He said and took another step forward, and Lucy retreated a step back, colliding with the door she’d come in. “Don’t, I’ll do anything.”
He was really close now, her head tilted upwards to look him in the air.
“You could always behave yourself from now on.” She squeaked .
“Anything else.”
He kissed her. Her fingers dug into his jacket as she melted against him and he pushed tight against the door, her badge digging into their chests. She gasped his name as he broke the kiss and attached his lips to her neck instead, working his way downwards.
Al wasn’t the brightest and he was a bad boy but he still knew he could kiss off any trouble he got into.
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