Vignette Collection: Buttons by mrsmcclnt

Fandom:Harry Potter Rating:PG13
Created:2008-09-23 Modified:2008-09-23
Summary:Just a little excursion between the Potion Master and I

For the third time, I tried to button his suit so that we can go to the Malfoy wedding. He, on the other hand, had other plans as his hand made its way to unbutton mine.

“I don’t know why you insist on delaying things,” I said in mock frustration. Yet he knew how much I enjoy the pleasure of his touch.

“I don’t know why you insist on going. You don’t like these people no more than I do,” he said as his eyes bore into mine. The corner of his lips curled as he managed to get half my buttons undone.

“We both received invitations,” I said as I felt my skirt get looser.

“It’s just a piece of paper,” he said flatly. “I threw mine out with the rest of the garbage.” A very satisfied look rose on is face as he got the last of my buttons undone. “Besides, it’s early. The wedding won’t be for another few hours.” I tried to protest, but before I knew it, he stripped me of the rest of my under garments.

We were back in bed again.

A few hours later, we managed to arrive (separately) to the reception. I sat at one end of the room, talking with wives and other society folk. He stayed to the other, listening to grown men grumble about their problems. From the look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t accustomed to mingling.

“Ladies,” came the silky voice of Lucius Malfoy. “I hope you all have enjoyed the wedding.” The women around me clamored their appreciation to the groom. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends and associates.” He rambled down the list of his old school chums. There was Crabbe and Goyle, some fellow named Nott and McNair, I believe. A few other names he shot off, but I didn’t care to listen. “Oh, and there’s Severus Snape!” Lucius pointed behind me.

But I already knew it was him. I recognized the scent of his hair.

“A pleasure it is to meet you Mrs.-”

“It’s Ms. and a pleasure it is, indeed,” I said with a knowing smile.

“Indeed it is,” he said as his eyes pierced into mine. “What a lovely dress. It has so many,” his lip formed into that familiar curled, “buttons. How do you get dressed?”

“I had help.” No one noticed the exchange of words between us. Everyone was too busy drinking and enjoying the occasion.

Which made it easier for us to slip away and go back to what we were doing before party.

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