FICLET: Questions (Lucius/Amos)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: Questions
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: the question is obvious
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600
Summary: Lucius laughed at him, not exactly harshly, but lacking true humor nonetheless. "There's nothing wrong with me, Amos. You're asking the wrong questions."
Author's Notes: The fourth fic!
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/34122.html
Evening, the back of the library. Amos sat with his back to the world, gazing out at the grounds as he snuck in some extra studying before nightfall. He was supposed to be doing his Prefect's rounds, but Lucius Malfoy liked to haunt the Hufflepuff corridor on such nights, and Amos couldn't deal with that just then. And so he studied, quietly, hoping Madam Pince wouldn't chase him away.
"A little quiet time, Diggory?" Amos huffed impatiently and did not move, did not turn to face the intruder. Lucius sat beside him, too close, smelling of something dangerous that Amos could not name. "It took me ages to find you, Amos."
Amos gritted his teeth and glanced at Lucius out of the corner of his eye. "You should have taken the hint."
"And miss that intoxicating expression of malice on your face? I really don't think so." Lucius was filled with smugness; it oozed from his very pores, saturated every word that escaped his lips. "It would certainly spoil my evening."
"You just don't get it, do you?" Amos cried, shifting in his seat, which was probably not a wise choice, for now he was staring into those penetrating grey eyes, the image of his nightmares. "This game you're playing is ludicrous. Why do you enjoy tormenting me? Why are you following me around, everywhere I go? Surely an intelligent Slytherin such as yourself could find better uses for your time. What is this? What's wrong with you, Malfoy?" There, it was out: the question.
Lucius laughed at him, not exactly harshly, but lacking true humor nonetheless. "There's nothing wrong with me, Amos. You're asking the wrong questions."
"Am I, then?" Amos leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "Enlighten me, Malfoy."
"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" Lucius leaned in closer and placed his hand upon Amos's shoulder, leering at him in the dim lights of the library. The scent of him, it permeated Amos's skin, his protective bubble of safety against the madness of Malfoy. He smelled of magic. "It's not what's wrong with me. It's, why does it bother you so?"
He might have scoffed at that question. "Because you're a lunatic who won't leave me alone for a moment," he might have said. But Lucius Malfoy was sitting much too close, touching him much too gently, smelling much too good. Amos Diggory choked on his own breath and blinked furiously, honestly lost for words. Why, really, did it bother him? It started, of course, with the eyes.
Lucius's smile faded slightly, changed, became less threatening as the moment stretched. "As I thought," he said softly, almost whispering in the charged space between them. "It bothers me, too."
"P-Pardon?" Amos stuttered, feeling more confused than ever. If it so bothered him, why couldn't he leave Amos alone?
"You, Diggory. You bother me. Torment me, really. And so I follow, blindly, desperate to work out just what it is about you that draws me in so. And you feel the same about me." He stared, the smile gone completely now, his eyes all too serious.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amos said, feeling an odd twist in his stomach, a swirling nausea.
Lucius pressed his lips very softly to Amos's cheek. "Consider it, Hufflepuff. Ask the right questions." And then he was gone, sliding gracefully out of his chair and striding off into the coming night, not looking back once at poor Amos Diggory, who placed his hand upon his cheek and stared, wide-eyed, at the retreating figure of his own doom.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: the question is obvious
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600
Summary: Lucius laughed at him, not exactly harshly, but lacking true humor nonetheless. "There's nothing wrong with me, Amos. You're asking the wrong questions."
Author's Notes: The fourth fic!
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/34122.html
Evening, the back of the library. Amos sat with his back to the world, gazing out at the grounds as he snuck in some extra studying before nightfall. He was supposed to be doing his Prefect's rounds, but Lucius Malfoy liked to haunt the Hufflepuff corridor on such nights, and Amos couldn't deal with that just then. And so he studied, quietly, hoping Madam Pince wouldn't chase him away.
"A little quiet time, Diggory?" Amos huffed impatiently and did not move, did not turn to face the intruder. Lucius sat beside him, too close, smelling of something dangerous that Amos could not name. "It took me ages to find you, Amos."
Amos gritted his teeth and glanced at Lucius out of the corner of his eye. "You should have taken the hint."
"And miss that intoxicating expression of malice on your face? I really don't think so." Lucius was filled with smugness; it oozed from his very pores, saturated every word that escaped his lips. "It would certainly spoil my evening."
"You just don't get it, do you?" Amos cried, shifting in his seat, which was probably not a wise choice, for now he was staring into those penetrating grey eyes, the image of his nightmares. "This game you're playing is ludicrous. Why do you enjoy tormenting me? Why are you following me around, everywhere I go? Surely an intelligent Slytherin such as yourself could find better uses for your time. What is this? What's wrong with you, Malfoy?" There, it was out: the question.
Lucius laughed at him, not exactly harshly, but lacking true humor nonetheless. "There's nothing wrong with me, Amos. You're asking the wrong questions."
"Am I, then?" Amos leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "Enlighten me, Malfoy."
"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" Lucius leaned in closer and placed his hand upon Amos's shoulder, leering at him in the dim lights of the library. The scent of him, it permeated Amos's skin, his protective bubble of safety against the madness of Malfoy. He smelled of magic. "It's not what's wrong with me. It's, why does it bother you so?"
He might have scoffed at that question. "Because you're a lunatic who won't leave me alone for a moment," he might have said. But Lucius Malfoy was sitting much too close, touching him much too gently, smelling much too good. Amos Diggory choked on his own breath and blinked furiously, honestly lost for words. Why, really, did it bother him? It started, of course, with the eyes.
Lucius's smile faded slightly, changed, became less threatening as the moment stretched. "As I thought," he said softly, almost whispering in the charged space between them. "It bothers me, too."
"P-Pardon?" Amos stuttered, feeling more confused than ever. If it so bothered him, why couldn't he leave Amos alone?
"You, Diggory. You bother me. Torment me, really. And so I follow, blindly, desperate to work out just what it is about you that draws me in so. And you feel the same about me." He stared, the smile gone completely now, his eyes all too serious.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amos said, feeling an odd twist in his stomach, a swirling nausea.
Lucius pressed his lips very softly to Amos's cheek. "Consider it, Hufflepuff. Ask the right questions." And then he was gone, sliding gracefully out of his chair and striding off into the coming night, not looking back once at poor Amos Diggory, who placed his hand upon his cheek and stared, wide-eyed, at the retreating figure of his own doom.
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Date: 2010-04-11 07:33 pm (UTC)Ah, the question! It's said. *waves pompoms for Amos* I love how all these emotions are filling Amos and soon they'll be ready to overflow him. Lucius is either in much better control of his emotions or he is still plotting something. I don't trust him. Maybe Amos should ask if Lucius is just playing with him, but I'm not sure if I want to know the answer...
Awesome part! And I love that first sentence. It feels like a script. *gives you cookie* Keep up the great work!
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Date: 2010-04-16 03:08 am (UTC)As always, thanks for reading. I love getting your cookies. =)