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rarepair_shortsAuthor: ayane_tsurugi
Recipient:lar_laughs
Title: Huddled in the Corner
Pairing: Ginny/Blaise, Megan/Zacharias, Kingsley/Hestia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 945
Summary: The Ministry celebrates the first anniversary of the downfall of Lord Voldemort, and several people find solstice in the corners.
Author's Notes:lar_laughs, I hope you enjoy it! In case you couldn't tell, I liked your pairing choices too much to use just one. :D
“Zabini? What are you doing here?”
Looking up to see the questioning glare and folded arms of Ginny Weasley, Blaise rolled his eyes. “Unsuccessfully avoiding the likes of you, apparently.”
“Not in the corner, you great prat. I mean, what are you doing at a Ministry gala celebrating the anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat?”
He shrugged. “I was invited.” He motioned for her to join him, then pointed into the thick crowd. “Mum’s third husband, her sixth, and her soon-to-be eighth. After they’ve been married to my mother, they take pity on me and send me invitations to places I don’t want to go.”
She snorted in laughter, which made him smirk. “And yet you’re here, even though you don’t want to be?”
“Not like I had anything else to do tonight.” He looked at her curiously. “So I know why I’m hiding in the corner, but why are you? Or has your split with the Boy Wonder made you as popular as I am?”
She scowled. “Not exactly. My mother has apparently told everyone who’ll listen that I’m destined to die alone because I gave up so easily on Harry. I’ve had more than one person try to set me up with one of their ‘charming, single’ relatives who can’t seem to get dates of their own for some reason.” She laughed again suddenly, then returned his earlier smirk. “I think one of them was soon-to-be Husband Number Eight.”
Blaise’s glare swept the crowd until he saw the man in question, who sent him an encouraging grin. “Brilliant.”
He heard Ginny let out an annoyed sigh. Her eyes were focused on the other side of the room, but then turned to him. “Let’s get out of here.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would we want to do that?”
She took a couple of steps toward the door, then turned back to look at him. “Because my brother and Lee Jordan are planning something, and because I know where they keep the good booze around here.”
“Right.” When she started walking again, he was close behind.
---
“Right.” Zacharias slid down the wall, splaying his long legs out in front of him. “Yes, coming tonight was a marvelous idea. Can’t imagine why I said we should go to the cinema instead.”
Megan sighed, sliding down next to him in the corner. She rested her head on the wall beside her. “There’s no need to be sarcastic, Zach.” She put emphasis on the shortened version of his name, knowing it annoyed him.
He scoffed. “Well, there’s no need to be female either, but you don’t see me trying to stop you.”
She rolled her head around to look at him. “That was weak.”
He let his head fall back against the wall with a melodramatic thud. “See, I don’t even have the strength for a proper retort anymore! Whoever decided to remove the tables and chairs should be made to do twenty rounds of this place in your shoes, then fired.” He moved his head to the side so that he met her eyes. “Those heels are ridiculous, by the way.”
“As is your hair. Good thing I have the tact not to say something about it. Oh, wait.” His resulting look of horror and outrage made her snigger.
“You’re awful.”
She reached over to take his hand. “Yeah, love you too.”
A foot stepped lightly between them, and Megan looked up to see Lee Jordan sticking something bright red onto the wall above their heads. “Having a good time?” he asked, then, not waiting for a response, said, “Brilliant. Be safe and all that.” He grinned widely and ambled off.
She looked up at the red box and shook her head. “Well, that can’t be good.”
---
“Well, that can’t be good.” Hestia shook her head as she approached Kingsley, who was leaning into the corner and casting glances over the crowd. “Hiding in the corner? From anyone in particular?”
He looked over at her, shaking his head. “It’s just a party.”
She leaned her side easily against the wall and smiled at him. “You’re the Minister now, Kingsley. It’s your party.”
He made a noncommittal noise. “I’ve said my piece already. Now I’m just here for decoration.”
She pointedly looked him over. “Well, you’re certainly doing a good job with that.”
He shook his head again, but grinned. “Not with you standing there, I’m not.”
She laughed. “Flattering the guests, Minister Shacklebolt? You’re a better host than I thought.”
She moved closer to him and his arm found it’s way around her waist. “Took you long enough to get here, Hes. I was starting to suspect you’d left me to suffer alone.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Now, would I do that?” Her eyes floated toward the center of the room. “Besides, it looks like I haven’t missed the show.”
“The show?” He followed her eyes and saw George Weasley and Lee Jordan in the center of the crowd, motioning for quiet.
Once the room was silent, the two raised their wands in the air and shouted, “This is for you, Fred!” Fireworks roared to life from all directions, and the sound echoed deafeningly in the cavernous room. Hestia heard a couple of screams and several shouts of encouragement accompanied by nearly muted applause.
She heard Kingsley let out a frustrated sigh and start to move forward, but caught his arm before he could. “Leave them be, love.” She took his hand and began to pull him toward the door. “Let’s go take advantage of that gigantic office of yours.”
Casting one last glance over the chaos, he nodded. “Sounds good.”
ayane_tsurugiRecipient:
lar_laughsTitle: Huddled in the Corner
Pairing: Ginny/Blaise, Megan/Zacharias, Kingsley/Hestia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 945
Summary: The Ministry celebrates the first anniversary of the downfall of Lord Voldemort, and several people find solstice in the corners.
Author's Notes:
lar_laughs, I hope you enjoy it! In case you couldn't tell, I liked your pairing choices too much to use just one. :D“Zabini? What are you doing here?”
Looking up to see the questioning glare and folded arms of Ginny Weasley, Blaise rolled his eyes. “Unsuccessfully avoiding the likes of you, apparently.”
“Not in the corner, you great prat. I mean, what are you doing at a Ministry gala celebrating the anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat?”
He shrugged. “I was invited.” He motioned for her to join him, then pointed into the thick crowd. “Mum’s third husband, her sixth, and her soon-to-be eighth. After they’ve been married to my mother, they take pity on me and send me invitations to places I don’t want to go.”
She snorted in laughter, which made him smirk. “And yet you’re here, even though you don’t want to be?”
“Not like I had anything else to do tonight.” He looked at her curiously. “So I know why I’m hiding in the corner, but why are you? Or has your split with the Boy Wonder made you as popular as I am?”
She scowled. “Not exactly. My mother has apparently told everyone who’ll listen that I’m destined to die alone because I gave up so easily on Harry. I’ve had more than one person try to set me up with one of their ‘charming, single’ relatives who can’t seem to get dates of their own for some reason.” She laughed again suddenly, then returned his earlier smirk. “I think one of them was soon-to-be Husband Number Eight.”
Blaise’s glare swept the crowd until he saw the man in question, who sent him an encouraging grin. “Brilliant.”
He heard Ginny let out an annoyed sigh. Her eyes were focused on the other side of the room, but then turned to him. “Let’s get out of here.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would we want to do that?”
She took a couple of steps toward the door, then turned back to look at him. “Because my brother and Lee Jordan are planning something, and because I know where they keep the good booze around here.”
“Right.” When she started walking again, he was close behind.
---
“Right.” Zacharias slid down the wall, splaying his long legs out in front of him. “Yes, coming tonight was a marvelous idea. Can’t imagine why I said we should go to the cinema instead.”
Megan sighed, sliding down next to him in the corner. She rested her head on the wall beside her. “There’s no need to be sarcastic, Zach.” She put emphasis on the shortened version of his name, knowing it annoyed him.
He scoffed. “Well, there’s no need to be female either, but you don’t see me trying to stop you.”
She rolled her head around to look at him. “That was weak.”
He let his head fall back against the wall with a melodramatic thud. “See, I don’t even have the strength for a proper retort anymore! Whoever decided to remove the tables and chairs should be made to do twenty rounds of this place in your shoes, then fired.” He moved his head to the side so that he met her eyes. “Those heels are ridiculous, by the way.”
“As is your hair. Good thing I have the tact not to say something about it. Oh, wait.” His resulting look of horror and outrage made her snigger.
“You’re awful.”
She reached over to take his hand. “Yeah, love you too.”
A foot stepped lightly between them, and Megan looked up to see Lee Jordan sticking something bright red onto the wall above their heads. “Having a good time?” he asked, then, not waiting for a response, said, “Brilliant. Be safe and all that.” He grinned widely and ambled off.
She looked up at the red box and shook her head. “Well, that can’t be good.”
---
“Well, that can’t be good.” Hestia shook her head as she approached Kingsley, who was leaning into the corner and casting glances over the crowd. “Hiding in the corner? From anyone in particular?”
He looked over at her, shaking his head. “It’s just a party.”
She leaned her side easily against the wall and smiled at him. “You’re the Minister now, Kingsley. It’s your party.”
He made a noncommittal noise. “I’ve said my piece already. Now I’m just here for decoration.”
She pointedly looked him over. “Well, you’re certainly doing a good job with that.”
He shook his head again, but grinned. “Not with you standing there, I’m not.”
She laughed. “Flattering the guests, Minister Shacklebolt? You’re a better host than I thought.”
She moved closer to him and his arm found it’s way around her waist. “Took you long enough to get here, Hes. I was starting to suspect you’d left me to suffer alone.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Now, would I do that?” Her eyes floated toward the center of the room. “Besides, it looks like I haven’t missed the show.”
“The show?” He followed her eyes and saw George Weasley and Lee Jordan in the center of the crowd, motioning for quiet.
Once the room was silent, the two raised their wands in the air and shouted, “This is for you, Fred!” Fireworks roared to life from all directions, and the sound echoed deafeningly in the cavernous room. Hestia heard a couple of screams and several shouts of encouragement accompanied by nearly muted applause.
She heard Kingsley let out a frustrated sigh and start to move forward, but caught his arm before he could. “Leave them be, love.” She took his hand and began to pull him toward the door. “Let’s go take advantage of that gigantic office of yours.”
Casting one last glance over the chaos, he nodded. “Sounds good.”
