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rarepair_shortsTitle: Halloween Chills, or a Treatise on Interhouse Relations During the Autumn Holiday Season
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: masquerade
Rating: PG
Word Count: 519
Summary: Part the Ninth, in which Pansy isn't very good at masquerade.
Author's Notes: I'm determined to finish this Halloween table before Christmas, damn it!
Link to Prompt Table: http://bluemermaid.livejournal.com/157934.html
Turning our attention back to the heavily-discussed All Hallow's Eve party that appears to be the center of our tale, we find a furious Pansy Parkinson tugging hard on the sleeve of one very irritated Blaise Zabini. "Blaise, dance with me," Pansy begged, her eyes darting quickly from Blaise to Draco and back again.
Blaise heaved the heavy sigh of a man burdened with a Parkinson woman. "Why should I dance with you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes shrewdly. "To make Draco jealous? Give it up, Pansy. It isn't going to happen. Now let me be, woman, and go find somebody else to pester."
"And stop trying to steal my date, Pansy," said Tracey Davis, who spoke cautiously, because no Slytherin fifth year girl ever went against Pansy Parkinson, unless she wanted some seriously reputation-damaging rumors spread about her. That was just how things were run in Slytherin house.
"I need him, Tracey," Pansy said shrilly, wringing her hands. Draco and Terry had grown so close so quickly; were they actually holding hands? Pansy couldn't stand it. She felt like she was going to throw up (or throw a fit; either situation was equally likely). "I need to make Draco realize that I'm his dream girl! He seemed to happy with me before this year."
"Pansy, look," said Blaise, with an air of superiority that was either immensely charming or completely infuriating, depending on who you asked. Pansy had wavered between the two camps for years. "This is a literal masquerade, not a figurative one. Put your Samhain mask over your eyes and stop staring at a lost cause. Dancing with me, or anyone else for that matter, is not going to change it."
Pansy whimpered pathetically and smoothed down her frilly pink costume gown. Maybe Blaise was right; maybe she did need to give up Draco. After all, why should she want someone who picked Terry Boot as a date? The boy was a useless swot. "Fine," said Pansy, and pulled her sequined pink mask down. "I'll do as you say. But not just because you said it. I'm deciding to give in."
"Whatever," said Blaise, taking Tracey's hand as they made their way in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile, Draco and Terry shuffled their feet awkwardly. "I'm afraid I'm not a very good dancer," Terry admitted.
"Well, I'm brilliant at it," Draco said proudly. "My father taught me all the most sophisticated moves ages ago."
"Then why are you just standing there?" Terry asked, with an arched eyebrow.
Draco flushed. "Because you're ruining my concentration," he said.
"Maybe the next song will be better," Terry suggested.
Draco shook his head. "No, wait," he said hurriedly, before he lost his nerve. "Let's go somewhere else, all right? This party is boring, anyway."
Terry shrugged. "If you wish. But where to?"
"Just come," said Draco, taking Terry's hand and pulling him outside the hall, where they would find themselves soon tumbling into a dark broom cupboard.
And Pansy danced alone in the middle of the hall, trying to enjoy herself without worrying about Draco. It wasn't a very good masquerade.
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: masquerade
Rating: PG
Word Count: 519
Summary: Part the Ninth, in which Pansy isn't very good at masquerade.
Author's Notes: I'm determined to finish this Halloween table before Christmas, damn it!
Link to Prompt Table: http://bluemermaid.livejournal.com/157934.html
Turning our attention back to the heavily-discussed All Hallow's Eve party that appears to be the center of our tale, we find a furious Pansy Parkinson tugging hard on the sleeve of one very irritated Blaise Zabini. "Blaise, dance with me," Pansy begged, her eyes darting quickly from Blaise to Draco and back again.
Blaise heaved the heavy sigh of a man burdened with a Parkinson woman. "Why should I dance with you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes shrewdly. "To make Draco jealous? Give it up, Pansy. It isn't going to happen. Now let me be, woman, and go find somebody else to pester."
"And stop trying to steal my date, Pansy," said Tracey Davis, who spoke cautiously, because no Slytherin fifth year girl ever went against Pansy Parkinson, unless she wanted some seriously reputation-damaging rumors spread about her. That was just how things were run in Slytherin house.
"I need him, Tracey," Pansy said shrilly, wringing her hands. Draco and Terry had grown so close so quickly; were they actually holding hands? Pansy couldn't stand it. She felt like she was going to throw up (or throw a fit; either situation was equally likely). "I need to make Draco realize that I'm his dream girl! He seemed to happy with me before this year."
"Pansy, look," said Blaise, with an air of superiority that was either immensely charming or completely infuriating, depending on who you asked. Pansy had wavered between the two camps for years. "This is a literal masquerade, not a figurative one. Put your Samhain mask over your eyes and stop staring at a lost cause. Dancing with me, or anyone else for that matter, is not going to change it."
Pansy whimpered pathetically and smoothed down her frilly pink costume gown. Maybe Blaise was right; maybe she did need to give up Draco. After all, why should she want someone who picked Terry Boot as a date? The boy was a useless swot. "Fine," said Pansy, and pulled her sequined pink mask down. "I'll do as you say. But not just because you said it. I'm deciding to give in."
"Whatever," said Blaise, taking Tracey's hand as they made their way in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile, Draco and Terry shuffled their feet awkwardly. "I'm afraid I'm not a very good dancer," Terry admitted.
"Well, I'm brilliant at it," Draco said proudly. "My father taught me all the most sophisticated moves ages ago."
"Then why are you just standing there?" Terry asked, with an arched eyebrow.
Draco flushed. "Because you're ruining my concentration," he said.
"Maybe the next song will be better," Terry suggested.
Draco shook his head. "No, wait," he said hurriedly, before he lost his nerve. "Let's go somewhere else, all right? This party is boring, anyway."
Terry shrugged. "If you wish. But where to?"
"Just come," said Draco, taking Terry's hand and pulling him outside the hall, where they would find themselves soon tumbling into a dark broom cupboard.
And Pansy danced alone in the middle of the hall, trying to enjoy herself without worrying about Draco. It wasn't a very good masquerade.
