Temptress

Title: Temptress
Verse: Harry Potter! (but it could be anywhere)
Type: Ficlet
Rating: ...PG-13ish?
Warnings: Will conjure naughty thoughts
Authors Notes: No freakin' clue where this came from. I haven't eaten in a while...
Feedback: NOW DAMNIT!

Disclaimer: I would be sitting on a beach in Honolulu, sipping chardonnay from a crystal glass while drop-dead gorgeous Brazilian man-slaves massaged my feet and fanned me if I owned HP. As, sadly, I am doing none of those things, it appears I do not. Now Enjoy!

From the street, Draco Malfoy saw her there, in her gilded cage. Sitting as if she were the embodiment of innocence herself. Acting as if she didn’t know how she tempted him and all who saw her. Lights shone on her beauty, as if the gods favored her and her alone. She was laughing at him, at his inability to obtain her entirely for himself. She was used of course, the whore, but he wanted for her all the same. Yet she still mocked him with tufts of yellow curls running down her curvy milk-white body. Pink velvet adorned her voluptuous frame. He could only imagine what his white, cooling cream would look running down her surface.

Suddenly he could hold back no longer. He longed to dig into her, to find her rich warm center. To claim her for himself. He rushed into the dimly lit shop and marched towards the dubious looking shopkeeper. Frantically, he pulled out his coin purse nearly tearing his pocket in the process. He pointed to the one still taunting him from her cage and stomped over to his usual booth. The hag rolled her eyes and dragged out his prize in its entirety. 'You vile temptress,' he mentally cursed what was now his as she was slammed down in front of him on the table. He pooled whip-cream over the rather large, richly decorated angel food cake. 'Now my Jenny Craige diet is just ruined.'