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rarepair_shortsTitle: Requiem for a Slytherin
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: unidentified falling object
Rating: PG
Word Count: 704
Summary: Lucius felt the cold stares the moment he entered the common room.
Author's Notes: The ninth fic of Table Two.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/48169.html
Lucius felt the cold stares the moment he entered the common room. They'd been avoiding him like a cloud of Garrotting Gas, his so-called "friends." Most of the Slytherins (The Neutrals, he called them), had no idea what was going on around them; they were too naive and simple to understand the need for war. These students treated him as they always had, with the distant respect that being a Malfoy necessitated. The Dark-One-Hopefuls, however -- those he had once considered his Inner Circle -- had abandoned him.
Selwyn had quite happily taken to Malfoy's old post as ruler of the roost. He lay sprawled out upon a velvet green sofa, tossing a Quaffle into the air and grinning at those seated around him. He had always held sway over the members of the Quidditch team, being their Captain, but now his circle had grown to include the other members of the Dark-One-Hopefuls. Selwyn kept grinning as Lucius moved further into the room, though his eyes grew dark and narrow. No one said a word until Lucius had reached the stairs, whereapon they began to hiss at one another.
Yaxley was seated amongst the group, and the only one who dared to look at Malfoy, his eyes darting back and forth as Lucius walked through the room. Lucius felt a faint tugging in his chest, for Yaxley was the first friend he had made at Hogwarts, as well as the first male he'd kissed. But that had been a ploy to win over Amos, and at the mental image of Amos Diggory standing beside him, Lucius could retreat to his bedroom with pride.
*****
"You're finished," Amos said, lying beside Lucius in the Room of Requirement. "I see the way they look at you now. How can you bear it, living with them? I can barely stand living beside Georgiana Clarke, and she's only one person. Quite a strong person, but only one, nonetheless. She gives me the most horribly dirty looks. It's a nightmare, doing Prefect duties with her. I'm wrought with guilt over how I've treated her."
"Do not speak of the What's-Her-Name," Lucius said sternly, tugging gently at Amos's hair. "She was a tool, and you have no use for her now. Our vexing days are over, are they not?"
"She is still a human being, Lucius," Amos replied. "Though I suppose her Half-Blood status puts her beneath you?"
"I am under constant attack from my housemates over such thoughts," Lucius said quietly. "I would think you would take that into consideration before making comments." Amos didn't say anything; he squeezed Lucius's hand and squirmed slightly beside him. "But don't fret over my condition. I am a Malfoy, after all. A Malfoy does not need the approval of others, nor does he crumble under pressure. I may be no Gryffindor, but I am brave enough to withstand a little adversity. Especially that which is so contrary to my own personal goals."
"Just what are your personal goals now?" Amos asked, shifting so as to look Lucius in the eye. "As you are so desperate to remind me they are not dark in any way."
"Currently," said Lucius, gazing intensely at Amos, "they do not extend far beyond being with you."
Amos shivered and looked away. "I wish I could trust you completely."
"I can't say it's very logical," Lucius said quickly, tugging at Amos's hair again. "But I feel this strange sensation whenever I am with you, as though something within me is falling."
"Your heart, perhaps?" Amos asked with a smile.
"I cannot say," replied Lucius, though he smiled back.
*****
"Meeting tonight," Selwyn hissed across the table in the Great Hall, looking at Yaxley despite his words being clearly meant for Lucius to hear. "No Malfoys invited." On his other side, Narcissa was whispering to her usual group of friends, pointedly Not Looking at Lucius. So apparently she had heard as well.
Lucius closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He had never expected to be on the outs in his own house, and he was starting to wonder what could have possessed him to commit what amounted to Slytherin Suicide. Perhaps it was his heart that was falling, after all.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: unidentified falling object
Rating: PG
Word Count: 704
Summary: Lucius felt the cold stares the moment he entered the common room.
Author's Notes: The ninth fic of Table Two.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/48169.html
Lucius felt the cold stares the moment he entered the common room. They'd been avoiding him like a cloud of Garrotting Gas, his so-called "friends." Most of the Slytherins (The Neutrals, he called them), had no idea what was going on around them; they were too naive and simple to understand the need for war. These students treated him as they always had, with the distant respect that being a Malfoy necessitated. The Dark-One-Hopefuls, however -- those he had once considered his Inner Circle -- had abandoned him.
Selwyn had quite happily taken to Malfoy's old post as ruler of the roost. He lay sprawled out upon a velvet green sofa, tossing a Quaffle into the air and grinning at those seated around him. He had always held sway over the members of the Quidditch team, being their Captain, but now his circle had grown to include the other members of the Dark-One-Hopefuls. Selwyn kept grinning as Lucius moved further into the room, though his eyes grew dark and narrow. No one said a word until Lucius had reached the stairs, whereapon they began to hiss at one another.
Yaxley was seated amongst the group, and the only one who dared to look at Malfoy, his eyes darting back and forth as Lucius walked through the room. Lucius felt a faint tugging in his chest, for Yaxley was the first friend he had made at Hogwarts, as well as the first male he'd kissed. But that had been a ploy to win over Amos, and at the mental image of Amos Diggory standing beside him, Lucius could retreat to his bedroom with pride.
*****
"You're finished," Amos said, lying beside Lucius in the Room of Requirement. "I see the way they look at you now. How can you bear it, living with them? I can barely stand living beside Georgiana Clarke, and she's only one person. Quite a strong person, but only one, nonetheless. She gives me the most horribly dirty looks. It's a nightmare, doing Prefect duties with her. I'm wrought with guilt over how I've treated her."
"Do not speak of the What's-Her-Name," Lucius said sternly, tugging gently at Amos's hair. "She was a tool, and you have no use for her now. Our vexing days are over, are they not?"
"She is still a human being, Lucius," Amos replied. "Though I suppose her Half-Blood status puts her beneath you?"
"I am under constant attack from my housemates over such thoughts," Lucius said quietly. "I would think you would take that into consideration before making comments." Amos didn't say anything; he squeezed Lucius's hand and squirmed slightly beside him. "But don't fret over my condition. I am a Malfoy, after all. A Malfoy does not need the approval of others, nor does he crumble under pressure. I may be no Gryffindor, but I am brave enough to withstand a little adversity. Especially that which is so contrary to my own personal goals."
"Just what are your personal goals now?" Amos asked, shifting so as to look Lucius in the eye. "As you are so desperate to remind me they are not dark in any way."
"Currently," said Lucius, gazing intensely at Amos, "they do not extend far beyond being with you."
Amos shivered and looked away. "I wish I could trust you completely."
"I can't say it's very logical," Lucius said quickly, tugging at Amos's hair again. "But I feel this strange sensation whenever I am with you, as though something within me is falling."
"Your heart, perhaps?" Amos asked with a smile.
"I cannot say," replied Lucius, though he smiled back.
*****
"Meeting tonight," Selwyn hissed across the table in the Great Hall, looking at Yaxley despite his words being clearly meant for Lucius to hear. "No Malfoys invited." On his other side, Narcissa was whispering to her usual group of friends, pointedly Not Looking at Lucius. So apparently she had heard as well.
Lucius closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He had never expected to be on the outs in his own house, and he was starting to wonder what could have possessed him to commit what amounted to Slytherin Suicide. Perhaps it was his heart that was falling, after all.
