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rarepair_shortsTitle: The Fundamentals of Happiness
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: fundamental
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
Summary: He didn't want to be hiding in dark classrooms kissing Lucius; he simply had to, for reasons best unexplained.
Author's Notes: The seventh fic!
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/34122.html
"Amos, we need to talk," said Georgiana Clarke, slumping into the chair beside her fellow Prefect. She didn't even wait for Amos to respond; the boy had just opened his mouth to speak when she continued. "You are a terrible Prefect." Amos frowned and tried to speak again, but apparently when girls said "we need to talk," they actually meant "I need to talk," for Georgiana was having none of it. "Oh, sure, you wear the badge; you stop trouble when you find it. But you haven't been making the proper patrols for months now! I haven't seen you once doing anything proactive. You go to class, and then you disappear. Nobody can remember seeing you anywhere. Where are you hiding?"
Amos steadily turned redder with every word of her speech, for he was forced to recall, with startling clarity, the singular reason for his lapsed duties. It was almost as though Lucius himself sat before Amos that very moment, smirking at him with that devastatingly attractive arrogance. He didn't want to be hiding in dark classrooms kissing Lucius; he simply had to, for reasons best unexplained. He certainly couldn't explain it to Georgiana, who was eyeing him now with disapproval.
"Look, the sixth years are doing most of the work, anyway," Georgiana said, pleadingly, "but you could at least make an effort. We only have the short patrol before nightfall; couldn’t you at least come with me some of the time?"
"Of course," Amos said firmly. "I'm sorry for neglecting you."
Georgiana looked away, pursing her lips, and then she exhaled forcefully and brought her gaze back to Amos. "It's not me you're neglecting," she said slowly. "It's Hogwarts."
*****
"I can't come tonight," Amos hissed out the side of his mouth, brushing past Lucius in the Great Hall as though he did not know him.
"Wait." Lucius grabbed Amos by the arm and spun him so that their eyes met, which still caused a jolt in Amos every time it happened. "What do you mean, you can't come?"
Amos puffed his chest out and glared. "I have my Prefect's duties to attend to," he said firmly. "I'm not here just to see you, you know."
Lucius smiled wickedly. "I don't think you realize the dynamics here, Amos," he said, so quietly no one else could hear, so quietly Amos had to press himself against Lucius to make out the words. The bodily contact sent a flush up Amos's neck. "You will come when I tell you to come. And I am telling you to come tonight."
But Amos was far past the stage of being intimidated by Lucius Malfoy, which had been slowly changing since their first kiss outside the castle, which Amos never hesitated to remind Malfoy had been initiated by the Hufflepuff. "I don't think so, Lucius," he said, carefully extricating himself from Malfoy's grasp. "I can't make it tonight."
Lucius narrowed his eyes and curled his upper lip in disgust. "Then don't bother showing up again, Diggory," he snarled. "There are plenty of others I could be spending my time with."
And now Amos paused, his eyes darting from side to side to see who might be watching them. Several professors were in the vicinity; surely they would step in if things escalated. Amos wanted to beat upon Lucius and scream as loud as he could, yet somehow he managed to contain himself. "So be it, then," he said slowly, struggling to breathe. "Good day, Malfoy."
He couldn't help it; he paused to see Lucius's reaction. And much to Amos's disappointment, Malfoy did not respond with shock or outrage or sudden desperation. He simply turned his nose up and walked away. Amos clenched his fists and closed his eyes, and then he did the same.
*****
"Amos, what are you looking at?" Georgiana seemed to have lost all patience, which made sense, seeing as it was the fifth time she had asked the question. She and Amos were sitting in the middle of the common room after completing their Prefect's rounds, working on their Transfiguration essays before bed.
Amos turned from where he'd been staring at the clock upon the wall. "Nothing," he snapped, "as I've told you before. What do you care, anyway? You don't need my help with this; you're probably better than I am at Transfiguring objects."
"Well, fine, then," Georgiana huffed, gathering her things up. "I'm going up to my dorm to work alone." She gave Amos an odd look and hurried off.
Amos shook his head and looked around; the common room was now deserted. Glancing yet again up at the clock, he reasoned that it was still a bit early; Lucius could still be there, waiting in their favorite corridor.
"No, no," Amos scolded himself. He had to be strong, or else how would Malfoy ever respect him? Surely Lucius couldn't just abandon Amos for another, not so soon. Amos just had to wait it out for a few days; let Malfoy stew in things for a while. He'd come around then, certainly. And if he didn't? Well, Amos Diggory certainly didn't need Lucius Malfoy. That was one thing he knew for sure.
*****
"I knew you'd come, Amos," Lucius said with a smirk, closing the door behind Diggory. "Though I must admit, I thought you'd have gotten here rather sooner."
"And still you waited," Amos replied, shaking slightly as the space between them grew smaller. "So I suppose there aren't legions of others you could be spending your time with."
"Oh, there are," Lucius said, his eyes gleaming in the dark. "I just happen to prefer your company. For the time being."
Amos wished he could have held out, just so Lucius could feel tormented for once. He never in his life could have imagined someone like Lucius Malfoy being the fundamental piece of his happiness, but as their mouths met, he could no longer deny this basic fact: he needed him. And he could only hope Lucius realized it, too.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: fundamental
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
Summary: He didn't want to be hiding in dark classrooms kissing Lucius; he simply had to, for reasons best unexplained.
Author's Notes: The seventh fic!
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/34122.html
"Amos, we need to talk," said Georgiana Clarke, slumping into the chair beside her fellow Prefect. She didn't even wait for Amos to respond; the boy had just opened his mouth to speak when she continued. "You are a terrible Prefect." Amos frowned and tried to speak again, but apparently when girls said "we need to talk," they actually meant "I need to talk," for Georgiana was having none of it. "Oh, sure, you wear the badge; you stop trouble when you find it. But you haven't been making the proper patrols for months now! I haven't seen you once doing anything proactive. You go to class, and then you disappear. Nobody can remember seeing you anywhere. Where are you hiding?"
Amos steadily turned redder with every word of her speech, for he was forced to recall, with startling clarity, the singular reason for his lapsed duties. It was almost as though Lucius himself sat before Amos that very moment, smirking at him with that devastatingly attractive arrogance. He didn't want to be hiding in dark classrooms kissing Lucius; he simply had to, for reasons best unexplained. He certainly couldn't explain it to Georgiana, who was eyeing him now with disapproval.
"Look, the sixth years are doing most of the work, anyway," Georgiana said, pleadingly, "but you could at least make an effort. We only have the short patrol before nightfall; couldn’t you at least come with me some of the time?"
"Of course," Amos said firmly. "I'm sorry for neglecting you."
Georgiana looked away, pursing her lips, and then she exhaled forcefully and brought her gaze back to Amos. "It's not me you're neglecting," she said slowly. "It's Hogwarts."
*****
"I can't come tonight," Amos hissed out the side of his mouth, brushing past Lucius in the Great Hall as though he did not know him.
"Wait." Lucius grabbed Amos by the arm and spun him so that their eyes met, which still caused a jolt in Amos every time it happened. "What do you mean, you can't come?"
Amos puffed his chest out and glared. "I have my Prefect's duties to attend to," he said firmly. "I'm not here just to see you, you know."
Lucius smiled wickedly. "I don't think you realize the dynamics here, Amos," he said, so quietly no one else could hear, so quietly Amos had to press himself against Lucius to make out the words. The bodily contact sent a flush up Amos's neck. "You will come when I tell you to come. And I am telling you to come tonight."
But Amos was far past the stage of being intimidated by Lucius Malfoy, which had been slowly changing since their first kiss outside the castle, which Amos never hesitated to remind Malfoy had been initiated by the Hufflepuff. "I don't think so, Lucius," he said, carefully extricating himself from Malfoy's grasp. "I can't make it tonight."
Lucius narrowed his eyes and curled his upper lip in disgust. "Then don't bother showing up again, Diggory," he snarled. "There are plenty of others I could be spending my time with."
And now Amos paused, his eyes darting from side to side to see who might be watching them. Several professors were in the vicinity; surely they would step in if things escalated. Amos wanted to beat upon Lucius and scream as loud as he could, yet somehow he managed to contain himself. "So be it, then," he said slowly, struggling to breathe. "Good day, Malfoy."
He couldn't help it; he paused to see Lucius's reaction. And much to Amos's disappointment, Malfoy did not respond with shock or outrage or sudden desperation. He simply turned his nose up and walked away. Amos clenched his fists and closed his eyes, and then he did the same.
*****
"Amos, what are you looking at?" Georgiana seemed to have lost all patience, which made sense, seeing as it was the fifth time she had asked the question. She and Amos were sitting in the middle of the common room after completing their Prefect's rounds, working on their Transfiguration essays before bed.
Amos turned from where he'd been staring at the clock upon the wall. "Nothing," he snapped, "as I've told you before. What do you care, anyway? You don't need my help with this; you're probably better than I am at Transfiguring objects."
"Well, fine, then," Georgiana huffed, gathering her things up. "I'm going up to my dorm to work alone." She gave Amos an odd look and hurried off.
Amos shook his head and looked around; the common room was now deserted. Glancing yet again up at the clock, he reasoned that it was still a bit early; Lucius could still be there, waiting in their favorite corridor.
"No, no," Amos scolded himself. He had to be strong, or else how would Malfoy ever respect him? Surely Lucius couldn't just abandon Amos for another, not so soon. Amos just had to wait it out for a few days; let Malfoy stew in things for a while. He'd come around then, certainly. And if he didn't? Well, Amos Diggory certainly didn't need Lucius Malfoy. That was one thing he knew for sure.
*****
"I knew you'd come, Amos," Lucius said with a smirk, closing the door behind Diggory. "Though I must admit, I thought you'd have gotten here rather sooner."
"And still you waited," Amos replied, shaking slightly as the space between them grew smaller. "So I suppose there aren't legions of others you could be spending your time with."
"Oh, there are," Lucius said, his eyes gleaming in the dark. "I just happen to prefer your company. For the time being."
Amos wished he could have held out, just so Lucius could feel tormented for once. He never in his life could have imagined someone like Lucius Malfoy being the fundamental piece of his happiness, but as their mouths met, he could no longer deny this basic fact: he needed him. And he could only hope Lucius realized it, too.
