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rarepair_shortsTitle: Halloween Chills, or a Treatise on Interhouse Relations During the Autumn Holiday Season
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: pumpkins in the road
Rating: PG
Word Count: 790
Summary: Part the Second, in which it all begins with some first years being crushed by massive pumpkins (or so Draco wishes).
Author's Notes: With this set, I intend to gleefully play with canon and just have a lot of fun with it. :D
Link to Prompt Table: http://bluemermaid.livejournal.com/157934.html
It all really started when Draco and Terry found themselves down by Hagrid's hut searching for a pumpkin. "I don't know why I have to be here," Draco said, for the fourth time, folding his arms over his chest as he stood, staring, at Terry poking pumpkins. "It's so beneath me. Why couldn't they send some first years down here to do this?"
"They'd probably be crushed under the weight of a gigantic fruit, for starters," Terry replied. "This one looks about right, don't you think?"
"How on earth should I know?" Draco asked with a sneer, without even looking at the specimen Terry had chosen. He was too busy looking at Terry, who was proving to be quite the specimen himself. Not that Draco would admit to that, of course. Not yet, anyway. "I'm not the pumpkin expert. I'm just the fool standing in a pumpkin patch with some Ravenclaw moron."
"I don't think name-calling is warranted here," Terry said. He tapped the pumpkin with his wand, sending it floating gently up into the air. "You don't seem so foolish to me."
"Ha," said Draco, sarcastically, and then said, "ha," again, to be sure that Terry had heard him. It didn't appear so; Terry seemed quite absorbed with levitating his pumpkin, and this angered Draco quite a bit, for he was used to being noticed. "I said, ha," Draco said, moving closer to Terry, and suffering under the massive weight of his resentment.
Terry stopped what he was doing – which was apparently checking the bottom of his pumpkin for flaws – and stared at Draco. His look seemed equal parts amusement and confusion, and it made Draco squirm in place; he didn't like it one bit. "What are you on about?" Terry asked him, cocking his head to the side. "Forgive me if I'm ignorant of Slytherin customs. Are you laughing at me?"
"No," Draco replied, putting a pout on and meaningfully looking away from Terry, out towards the wilderness. The sun was beginning to set, and Draco hoped they would be finished with this menial task quite soon, for being so close to the trees at night was a frightening prospect, indeed. Not that Draco would tell Terry that. "I'm just hoping you get this over with, Boot, so I can get back to my normal schedule."
"Of what, exactly? Mocking first years? You seem to be doing that just as well out here," Terry replied. He turned back to the pumpkin. "Do you think this will look all right in the Great Hall? Perhaps it's a shade too small. Really, I don't think any of these are quite ready yet. We're out here prematurely. This needs another three days, at least, before they're ripe enough to be cut. Though the Halloween ball is nearly on; perhaps we ought to just settle for some smaller props. What do you think, Draco?"
"I think you talk too much," Draco replied. "Just pick some and let's go, all right? Stop wasting our time prattling on."
"It's hardly wasting time," Terry told him. "You saw how excited Dumbledore was seeing all those pumpkins in the road down in Hogsmeade. He wants us to decorate the castle just the same for the upcoming Samhain festivities, and I intend to do my duty and complete the task right."
"Dumbledore? That senile old Muggle-lover? He's more foolish than you are, Boot," Draco sneered.
"I'm not so sure about that." Terry smiled at Draco and nudged him with his pumpkin, using magic to send the great orange ball bumping into Draco's arm. "Now you pick one, or you'll be the one holding us up, won't you?"
"Don't touch me with that disgusting thing," Draco snapped, pouting again as he hurriedly snatched a pumpkin off the ground and magically severed the vine. "There, it's done. Now can we go?"
"Of course," said Terry. "But I don't know if you've picked a good enough one there. Perhaps one of those over there might be better?"
"Merlin, Boot, will you stop it? Is everyone in Ravenclaw as stupidly annoying as you?"
"Oh, no," said Terry with a grin. "They're much more fun to be around than I am. And better looking, too."
"Well, I doubt that," Draco said, scoffing, then quickly had to stifle his horror as he realized what he had said. "Only because all Ravenclaws are hideous freaks of nature, of course."
"But of course," Terry said, still grinning, and Draco pouted all the way back up to the castle, their pumpkins bobbing in the air between them. Draco didn't know which way to look; the woods to his left were dark and frightening, but Terry walking in front of him seemed the much more important sight.
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: pumpkins in the road
Rating: PG
Word Count: 790
Summary: Part the Second, in which it all begins with some first years being crushed by massive pumpkins (or so Draco wishes).
Author's Notes: With this set, I intend to gleefully play with canon and just have a lot of fun with it. :D
Link to Prompt Table: http://bluemermaid.livejournal.com/157934.html
It all really started when Draco and Terry found themselves down by Hagrid's hut searching for a pumpkin. "I don't know why I have to be here," Draco said, for the fourth time, folding his arms over his chest as he stood, staring, at Terry poking pumpkins. "It's so beneath me. Why couldn't they send some first years down here to do this?"
"They'd probably be crushed under the weight of a gigantic fruit, for starters," Terry replied. "This one looks about right, don't you think?"
"How on earth should I know?" Draco asked with a sneer, without even looking at the specimen Terry had chosen. He was too busy looking at Terry, who was proving to be quite the specimen himself. Not that Draco would admit to that, of course. Not yet, anyway. "I'm not the pumpkin expert. I'm just the fool standing in a pumpkin patch with some Ravenclaw moron."
"I don't think name-calling is warranted here," Terry said. He tapped the pumpkin with his wand, sending it floating gently up into the air. "You don't seem so foolish to me."
"Ha," said Draco, sarcastically, and then said, "ha," again, to be sure that Terry had heard him. It didn't appear so; Terry seemed quite absorbed with levitating his pumpkin, and this angered Draco quite a bit, for he was used to being noticed. "I said, ha," Draco said, moving closer to Terry, and suffering under the massive weight of his resentment.
Terry stopped what he was doing – which was apparently checking the bottom of his pumpkin for flaws – and stared at Draco. His look seemed equal parts amusement and confusion, and it made Draco squirm in place; he didn't like it one bit. "What are you on about?" Terry asked him, cocking his head to the side. "Forgive me if I'm ignorant of Slytherin customs. Are you laughing at me?"
"No," Draco replied, putting a pout on and meaningfully looking away from Terry, out towards the wilderness. The sun was beginning to set, and Draco hoped they would be finished with this menial task quite soon, for being so close to the trees at night was a frightening prospect, indeed. Not that Draco would tell Terry that. "I'm just hoping you get this over with, Boot, so I can get back to my normal schedule."
"Of what, exactly? Mocking first years? You seem to be doing that just as well out here," Terry replied. He turned back to the pumpkin. "Do you think this will look all right in the Great Hall? Perhaps it's a shade too small. Really, I don't think any of these are quite ready yet. We're out here prematurely. This needs another three days, at least, before they're ripe enough to be cut. Though the Halloween ball is nearly on; perhaps we ought to just settle for some smaller props. What do you think, Draco?"
"I think you talk too much," Draco replied. "Just pick some and let's go, all right? Stop wasting our time prattling on."
"It's hardly wasting time," Terry told him. "You saw how excited Dumbledore was seeing all those pumpkins in the road down in Hogsmeade. He wants us to decorate the castle just the same for the upcoming Samhain festivities, and I intend to do my duty and complete the task right."
"Dumbledore? That senile old Muggle-lover? He's more foolish than you are, Boot," Draco sneered.
"I'm not so sure about that." Terry smiled at Draco and nudged him with his pumpkin, using magic to send the great orange ball bumping into Draco's arm. "Now you pick one, or you'll be the one holding us up, won't you?"
"Don't touch me with that disgusting thing," Draco snapped, pouting again as he hurriedly snatched a pumpkin off the ground and magically severed the vine. "There, it's done. Now can we go?"
"Of course," said Terry. "But I don't know if you've picked a good enough one there. Perhaps one of those over there might be better?"
"Merlin, Boot, will you stop it? Is everyone in Ravenclaw as stupidly annoying as you?"
"Oh, no," said Terry with a grin. "They're much more fun to be around than I am. And better looking, too."
"Well, I doubt that," Draco said, scoffing, then quickly had to stifle his horror as he realized what he had said. "Only because all Ravenclaws are hideous freaks of nature, of course."
"But of course," Terry said, still grinning, and Draco pouted all the way back up to the castle, their pumpkins bobbing in the air between them. Draco didn't know which way to look; the woods to his left were dark and frightening, but Terry walking in front of him seemed the much more important sight.
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