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rarepair_shortsTitle: Halloween Chills, or a Treatise on Interhouse Relations During the Autumn Holiday Season
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: the witching hour
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Summary: Part the Third, in which Draco wants a look at Terry's underpants.
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
And then Draco found himself up by Ravenclaw Tower in the middle of the night.
"Well, what have we got here?" Anthony asked, grinning as he circled Draco in the corridor. "One nasty little Slytherin out after hours. What would Snape say?"
"I'm only doing my Prefect duties," Draco replied, trying to look smug. "You're the one out of bed illegally, Goldstein. Best head off before I feel like reporting someone to Filch."
"Please," said Anthony, laughing. "I'm right outside my dorm and you're across the castle. Which of us is more likely to get into trouble?" He paused. "And what are you doing all the way over here, anyway? Not trying to get into the tower, I hope."
"I could if I wanted to," Draco replied. "Your little questioning system is too easy to bypass. I could have Ravenclaw under my rule any time I want. So happens I'm happier in Slytherin."
"And yet you're over here," Anthony said. "Don't you know what time it is, Malfoy? Midnight. The 'witching hour,' ooh." He waggled his fingers. "Monsters come out during the witching hour, you know."
Draco tried his best not to glance around for monsters. "That's ridiculous," he said. "We're magic; every hour is a witching hour for us." He sneered. "I'm magic, anyway. What's your parentage again?"
Anthony was stopped from punching Draco in the face by the opening of the door behind them, and who should step out onto the stairway but Terry Boot, with his hair all mussed and his sleeping robe wrinkled. "What's going on?" he asked, voice groggy with sleep.
Draco felt his heart rate about triple. "Just telling off your little friend for being out of bed," he said loudly, puffing his chest out in order to look more impressive. "Best be off yourself if you don't want to catch detention alongside him."
"Draco here was trying to get into the tower," Anthony said. "Probably to get a look at your underpants, Terry."
"Shut up," Draco snapped, though he couldn't stop his face from flushing.
"If you wanted my underpants, Draco, you should've just asked," Terry said, with this tiny little smirk that just kept Draco blushing. "Have a lovely evening."
"You don't really want him to see your underpants, I hope," Anthony said, as he followed Terry back into Ravenclaw. The door shut before Draco could hear the answer; he nearly flung himself against the barrier to hear it, but he decided he'd be better off going back to Slytherin and trying to get some sleep. He'd just pretend he didn't care what Terry thought of him.
Besides, it was the witching hour, and monsters came out during the witching hour.
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: the witching hour
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Summary: Part the Third, in which Draco wants a look at Terry's underpants.
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
And then Draco found himself up by Ravenclaw Tower in the middle of the night.
"Well, what have we got here?" Anthony asked, grinning as he circled Draco in the corridor. "One nasty little Slytherin out after hours. What would Snape say?"
"I'm only doing my Prefect duties," Draco replied, trying to look smug. "You're the one out of bed illegally, Goldstein. Best head off before I feel like reporting someone to Filch."
"Please," said Anthony, laughing. "I'm right outside my dorm and you're across the castle. Which of us is more likely to get into trouble?" He paused. "And what are you doing all the way over here, anyway? Not trying to get into the tower, I hope."
"I could if I wanted to," Draco replied. "Your little questioning system is too easy to bypass. I could have Ravenclaw under my rule any time I want. So happens I'm happier in Slytherin."
"And yet you're over here," Anthony said. "Don't you know what time it is, Malfoy? Midnight. The 'witching hour,' ooh." He waggled his fingers. "Monsters come out during the witching hour, you know."
Draco tried his best not to glance around for monsters. "That's ridiculous," he said. "We're magic; every hour is a witching hour for us." He sneered. "I'm magic, anyway. What's your parentage again?"
Anthony was stopped from punching Draco in the face by the opening of the door behind them, and who should step out onto the stairway but Terry Boot, with his hair all mussed and his sleeping robe wrinkled. "What's going on?" he asked, voice groggy with sleep.
Draco felt his heart rate about triple. "Just telling off your little friend for being out of bed," he said loudly, puffing his chest out in order to look more impressive. "Best be off yourself if you don't want to catch detention alongside him."
"Draco here was trying to get into the tower," Anthony said. "Probably to get a look at your underpants, Terry."
"Shut up," Draco snapped, though he couldn't stop his face from flushing.
"If you wanted my underpants, Draco, you should've just asked," Terry said, with this tiny little smirk that just kept Draco blushing. "Have a lovely evening."
"You don't really want him to see your underpants, I hope," Anthony said, as he followed Terry back into Ravenclaw. The door shut before Draco could hear the answer; he nearly flung himself against the barrier to hear it, but he decided he'd be better off going back to Slytherin and trying to get some sleep. He'd just pretend he didn't care what Terry thought of him.
Besides, it was the witching hour, and monsters came out during the witching hour.
