the Firewhiskey Moment
		His father was going to kill him... a lot. He'd been captured. Draco Malfoy taken prisoner by the good guys. It was not to be tolerated. He'd even tried to hex his captor, but she'd managed to dodge him... every time. He'd never seen a muggle move like that. She'd ducked and rolled to the side and gone back to her feet and kept coming until she tackled him to the ground. She'd even grabbed his wrist on the way down and beat his hand against the dirt they had landed on until he relinquished his grip on his wand. All of it had been so fluid. It was like she had never stopped moving. It had been like a dance. And now she was pacing before him. He was in a nondescript little room with no windows sitting in a wooden chair. A very uncomfortable wooden chair. They had not tied him down or anything, but when he had been left alone, the room had been locked. He'd checked, naturally. No need staying put if he didn't have to. Unfortunately, they wanted him to stay in this ugly little room. It seemed he was to be interrogated. Repeatedly. Some gentleman who apparently had a fetish for cleaning the wire rim spectacles that should have been on his face had questioned him earlier. Key this, key that, where was their key? As if he knew. His father had hundreds of keys. Stolen or otherwise. Now his graceful captor was the one asking. "All right, junior. We're gonna play us a little game." Draco looked up at her. It was really too bad she was a muggle, this glorious creature. She had a mane of wavy brown hair and brown eyes. Sad brown eyes. They were just lovely. Her pink and pouty lips weren't hurting her looks either. And... and she had a body so tight, you could bounce a knut off of it. "Game?" "Yeah, blondie." She said as she quite startled him by straddling his lap and having a seat. Draco blinked. "You're gonna tell me what your pops did with Dawn, or I'm gonna start breakin' off bits a'you to send back to him." "Wh-what? Dawn? Who in the bloody hell is Dawn? The muggle with the spectacles kept asking after a key." "Dawnie is the key, half-wit. Don't pretend you don't know." "I assure you, madam, I am NOT pretending." "Madam? I think you better call me Faith, sweet." "Fine." He snapped, straightening his spine and trying not to show fear. "Faith, I haven't the foggiest notion to what you are referring." "The foggiest... this has to be what Giles was like younger. Wicked." "Giles?" "Muggle with the spectacles." "Ah." "So... back to MY asking the questions, junior-" "My name is Draco Malfoy. You may call me Mister Malfoy." "Oh MAY I?" She said with a roll of her eyes. "Listen, Drake, you're not getting the what here, babe. I ask, you tell, or I bring on the big hurt. It's real simple, witchboy." "You?" He chuckled. "Hurt me?" "I disarmed you earlier, you little punk bitch." "That was mere luck. And don't call me witchboy or babe or Drake or any other despicable little muggle nickname you come up with in your simple little mind." He quipped with more bravado than he actually felt. Faith grabbed a handful of his hair at the base of Draco's skull and yanked his head back harshly. He yelped half in pain and half in shock. She leaned in and pressed her chest to his. Her face was barely inches from his own. "Luck? Really, Drake? You don't say." He tried to do something... anything... about this, but she just used her other hand to bat his hands away. He could get no leverage with her. Not even when he grabbed her hips to try and shove her off of his lap. She clamped down with her thighs, and he could not move her. No woman should be this strong. There was something unnatural about his current interrogator. "Faith..." He hissed through gritted teeth. His scalp was already starting to sting from her grip. "Are we ready to answer my questions now?" He didn't respond. She yanked on his hair. Draco yelled. Loudly. "You are so cute when you're in pain." Draco glared. Was it wrong that this was sort of turning him on now? "Where's Dawn, Drake?!" She shouted with another vicious yank on his scalp. Draco actually screamed. She was gonna tear the hair out of his bloody skull. "WHERE IS SHE?!" "Who in the bloody hell is soddin' Dawn?!" "THE KEY!" Things started connecting in Draco's mind. That muggle his father had brought into the manor. The girl with the brown hair. The one his father had told him to stay away from. Draco had tried to sneak in and speak to her, his own curiosity piqued by being told to stay away, but one of the house elves had spotted him and told. After that, Draco had not been able to find where she was being kept. Then there had been all that talk about what Lucius was going to do to some key for the dark lord. Draco hadn't paid any of that rambling much attention. After all, it was just a key, right? What harm could there be in melting down a key... unless the key was a very pretty human girl. His stomach turned. Death Eater though he might be, Draco still had a hard time with the killing. Torture, he was fine with, but the actual killing still bothered him. He just couldn't reconcile himself to actually taking a life for some reason. His father had no such qualms. "Oh sweet merciful Zeus." He whispered. "Begging's not an option here. You tell or I hurt, you dig?" "Dig? I've never dug for anything in my life. Dirt's so... dirty." Faith threw back her head and laughed. Draco's brain shut down for a moment. He'd never heard a laugh like hers before. It was so full-bodied and husky. She still had a hold on his hair. She was wiggling about on his lap. His fingers involuntarily gripped her thighs and dug in. That was his moment. Faith would remember it fondly years from now. They both would. His silver eyes had gone liquid while staring into what she called her plain old brown ones, but HE called firewhiskey. Hell, it was then that his nickname for her had been born. Firewhiskey. But it was also the moment Draco Malfoy switched camps. He gave up all his father's legacy and dark lord following for a body you could bounce a knut off of, wavy hair, pouty pink lips, eyes the color of firewhiskey, and a bit of the wicked with the heart of a champion. He'd never really been able to reconcile being a follower either. "He's got her hidden at Malfoy Manor, Firewhiskey." "What?" "My father has your key hidden away at our manor. I don't know where. He caught me trying to sneak into her room once, I was curious, you see, so he moved her.... but she's still there. I know it." "No... what'd you call me?" "Firewhiskey. It's what color your eyes are." Faith blinked. She was jaded enough to know a line when she heard one. That had not been it. This was the real deal. She had just pulled a Willow... or a Buffy. She'd just taken the slightly evil thing and made it fall for her. HER! "If you're lying about Dawn, I'll break your jaw." He shivered... and NOT in fear. Faith's fingers loosened in his hair. "No..." He whispered. She tightened her fingers again. He smirked at her. She wiggled on his lap and snuggled closer to his body. His eyes darkened to a deep smoky color. "At least tell me you're eighteen, babe." "Twenty-one, actually." "Killer." She said with a grin. "Actually, I've yet to murder anyone." "Can't say the same." "You've killed someone?" "That bother you, sweet?" "No." "Didn't think it would." "What happens now, Firewhiskey?" "Right now? I tell Giles what the what is. The gang goes off and finds Dawnie. You and I fuck like wild rabbits in heat. I teach you the meaning of the word stamina, Drake." His mouth was hanging open. Didn't mince her words, this one. "Is that an invitation? Well, all right. I'm good to go, yo." Giles walked back into the room to see Faith draped all over the front of Draco Malfoy kissing him in a way that looked more like they were trying to eat one another's faces. "Faith!" They parted, breathing heavily. Draco had Faith's lip gloss not only on his mouth but all around it as well. There even appeared to be some on one of his earlobes. "Lucius Malfoy has D at Malfoy Manor." Faith said to Giles, sounding a bit out of breath. "Excellent." "I'm keeping Drake." "Beg pardon?" Giles asked with a raise of his brow. "I'm keeping him, Giles." "For how long, might I ask?" "Forever." Draco smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can't say I mind being kept at this point." He murmured. "Rather like the idea actually. Will chaining be involved in my keeping?" "Oh, witchboy, I didn't know you had a husky-sexy voice. Chains? Hell yes to chains. There's also whips if you like. Just talk like that some more." "I think of all your little endearments I have heard tonight, I prefer Drake, Firewhiskey. Witchboy being my least favorite." "Drake it is then, babe." "Will you hurt me a little when we have sex?" He whispered. She trailed her nose up his pulse point, inhaling the expensive cologne lingering there. "I'll hurt you as much as you want." Giles rolled his eyes and left the bleak little room. He certainly didn't need or want to watch whatever was going to happen next in there. Faith had done as promised and gotten Dawn's location. Her methods may be a bit unorthodox, but she did get the job done. He just needed to tell Buffy and the Aurors who were helping aid them in their search for Dawn the information Faith had gotten from the younger Malfoy. It always amazed Giles how quickly Faith could fall into lust with someone though. Little did he know that this would be the last time... because keep Draco she did... For the next fifty some-odd years. *~* end ficlet
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