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rarepair_shortsTitle: Halloween Chills, or a Treatise on Interhouse Relations During the Autumn Holiday Season
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: haunted mansion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 575
Summary: Part the Eleventh, in which Terry contemplates the encouragement of ghost stories.
Author's Notes: I'm determined to finish this Halloween table before Christmas!
Link to Prompt Table: http://bluemermaid.livejournal.com/157934.html
"They say it's haunted, you know," said Terry, leaning over the fence and resting his head on his arms. "But I don't really believe in rumours."
"It's not really haunted," Draco said confidently, with his chin up. "My father's never heard any sound of ghosts there, and he says the stories are useless and stupid."
"And you always listen to your father," said Terry with a grin.
Draco pretended not to have noticed the sarcasm. "Of course," he said.
Terry lifted his head and moved away from the fence, slinging an arm over Draco's shoulders. "I think we ought to check it out for ourselves."
"But students aren't allowed to go to the Shrieking Shack," Draco said, feeling a shiver go down his back. He wasn't sure if he was frightened by the haunted mansion or by the feel of Terry's arm upon him.
Terry shrugged. "You don't have to do everything you're told."
"I'm not scared or anything," Draco said firmly, putting a confident sneer into his words that he didn't entirely feel. "I just wouldn't want you to get yourself into trouble."
"Well, I appreciate your protective nature," Terry replied with a grin. "But just imagine the fascinating things that are sure to be in that old abandoned house. We could find something nobody's ever seen before. Some new sort of magical creature that shrieks like a banshee. Or an actual banshee."
"You are too Ravenclaw," Draco said in disgust. "All this curiosity. What good is it? There's nothing in there that we need to see. I'm sure it's only full of cobwebs and dust." Or monsters, but Draco wisely kept that part to himself.
"I'll just ask Anthony to go with me," Terry said, watching Draco from the corner of his eye. "He's always up for an expedition."
"Don't try to trick me into going, Boot," Draco snapped, twisting away from Terry. "It's not going to happen."
"All right," Terry replied. "I apologize." He came in close and touched the side of Draco's face. "Would a bribe perhaps work instead?"
Draco felt his face heating up, which was always so embarrassing to him. He took a step backward and pretended not to care, shaking his head. "No bribes," he said. "It's a stupid empty mansion, and I'm going back up to the school."
Terry shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. "All right," he said again. "I'm sure you're right about the place. And we wouldn't want to encourage people's stories. I'm sure if we did go in there, we'd only be confirming the tales of shrieking ghosts."
"And how is that?" Draco asked, sneering again. Terry could be so irritating sometimes. "Are we going to disappear into the abyss, never to return to the world of the living?"
"I doubt that," Terry replied. "I only meant that we'd be sure to see a rat or something, and your screams would make people think you were the ghost."
Draco glared furiously at Terry. "I don't have to be stupid to prove myself to you, Boot. Take your jokes back to Ravenclaw tower with the rest of your kind and leave me alone."
"Oh, Draco, don't be upset." Terry touched Draco's hand. "Let's just go have a butterbeer together, all right?"
"All right," Draco said stiffly. "But only because I'm thirsty. I'm still angry with you."
"That's fine," Terry replied. "You're cute when you're angry."
And then Draco wasn't angry at all.
Character Pairing: Draco/Terry
Prompt: haunted mansion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 575
Summary: Part the Eleventh, in which Terry contemplates the encouragement of ghost stories.
Author's Notes: I'm determined to finish this Halloween table before Christmas!
Link to Prompt Table: http://bluemermaid.livejournal.com/157934.html
"They say it's haunted, you know," said Terry, leaning over the fence and resting his head on his arms. "But I don't really believe in rumours."
"It's not really haunted," Draco said confidently, with his chin up. "My father's never heard any sound of ghosts there, and he says the stories are useless and stupid."
"And you always listen to your father," said Terry with a grin.
Draco pretended not to have noticed the sarcasm. "Of course," he said.
Terry lifted his head and moved away from the fence, slinging an arm over Draco's shoulders. "I think we ought to check it out for ourselves."
"But students aren't allowed to go to the Shrieking Shack," Draco said, feeling a shiver go down his back. He wasn't sure if he was frightened by the haunted mansion or by the feel of Terry's arm upon him.
Terry shrugged. "You don't have to do everything you're told."
"I'm not scared or anything," Draco said firmly, putting a confident sneer into his words that he didn't entirely feel. "I just wouldn't want you to get yourself into trouble."
"Well, I appreciate your protective nature," Terry replied with a grin. "But just imagine the fascinating things that are sure to be in that old abandoned house. We could find something nobody's ever seen before. Some new sort of magical creature that shrieks like a banshee. Or an actual banshee."
"You are too Ravenclaw," Draco said in disgust. "All this curiosity. What good is it? There's nothing in there that we need to see. I'm sure it's only full of cobwebs and dust." Or monsters, but Draco wisely kept that part to himself.
"I'll just ask Anthony to go with me," Terry said, watching Draco from the corner of his eye. "He's always up for an expedition."
"Don't try to trick me into going, Boot," Draco snapped, twisting away from Terry. "It's not going to happen."
"All right," Terry replied. "I apologize." He came in close and touched the side of Draco's face. "Would a bribe perhaps work instead?"
Draco felt his face heating up, which was always so embarrassing to him. He took a step backward and pretended not to care, shaking his head. "No bribes," he said. "It's a stupid empty mansion, and I'm going back up to the school."
Terry shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. "All right," he said again. "I'm sure you're right about the place. And we wouldn't want to encourage people's stories. I'm sure if we did go in there, we'd only be confirming the tales of shrieking ghosts."
"And how is that?" Draco asked, sneering again. Terry could be so irritating sometimes. "Are we going to disappear into the abyss, never to return to the world of the living?"
"I doubt that," Terry replied. "I only meant that we'd be sure to see a rat or something, and your screams would make people think you were the ghost."
Draco glared furiously at Terry. "I don't have to be stupid to prove myself to you, Boot. Take your jokes back to Ravenclaw tower with the rest of your kind and leave me alone."
"Oh, Draco, don't be upset." Terry touched Draco's hand. "Let's just go have a butterbeer together, all right?"
"All right," Draco said stiffly. "But only because I'm thirsty. I'm still angry with you."
"That's fine," Terry replied. "You're cute when you're angry."
And then Draco wasn't angry at all.
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