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adventdrabblesTitle: A Nasty Habit
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Rose Weasley
Rating: Teen
Summary: Rose's neighbor offers her some help.
The pine tree had looked much smaller in the field. Rose struggled to get it into her small flat, a task made all the more difficult by a faulty hinge that caused her front door to swing closed on its own.
"Fuck!" she cursed, getting a face full of snow when the door slammed against the branches.
"Need some help?"
The owner of the husky voice stood in the doorway of his adjoining flat, taking a long drag off a cigarette. Rose knew from his mailbox that his name was McLaggen, and based on his age and choice of living arrangements, she assumed he was a divorcee with a bad lawyer.
He wore a green t-shirt at least two sizes too small for him. Wiry chest hair escaped the neckband. His arms were enormous.
"I can manage, thanks," Rose said, kicking the door back open and hitting it with a sticking charm. "That's a nasty habit, by the way," she added as he blew out a stream of smoke.
He gave her a wolfish grin. "It's not my only nasty habit."
"So I've heard." Rose had spent more than one night listening to his headboard bang a cadence on the other side of hers. Fast and hard, and sometimes for quite awhile.
He chuckled and flicked ashes on the landing. "Well, let me know if it's more than you can handle." He gave her a slow once-over. "I'm happy to lend a hand."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Rose Weasley
Rating: Teen
Summary: Rose's neighbor offers her some help.
The pine tree had looked much smaller in the field. Rose struggled to get it into her small flat, a task made all the more difficult by a faulty hinge that caused her front door to swing closed on its own.
"Fuck!" she cursed, getting a face full of snow when the door slammed against the branches.
"Need some help?"
The owner of the husky voice stood in the doorway of his adjoining flat, taking a long drag off a cigarette. Rose knew from his mailbox that his name was McLaggen, and based on his age and choice of living arrangements, she assumed he was a divorcee with a bad lawyer.
He wore a green t-shirt at least two sizes too small for him. Wiry chest hair escaped the neckband. His arms were enormous.
"I can manage, thanks," Rose said, kicking the door back open and hitting it with a sticking charm. "That's a nasty habit, by the way," she added as he blew out a stream of smoke.
He gave her a wolfish grin. "It's not my only nasty habit."
"So I've heard." Rose had spent more than one night listening to his headboard bang a cadence on the other side of hers. Fast and hard, and sometimes for quite awhile.
He chuckled and flicked ashes on the landing. "Well, let me know if it's more than you can handle." He gave her a slow once-over. "I'm happy to lend a hand."
