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DRABBLE: War Orphans - 1 (Dean/Draco)
Title: War orphans - 1
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: what’s his name
Rating: PG-13 (F word)
Word count: 334
Summary: Dean is sick of the atmosphere at Hogwarts after the war and decides to make friends with Malfoy to prove that they can all move on. He gets more than he bargained for.
AN: I used prompt table #2 to write a story in 13 + 1 parts. I had to skip the prologue because it wasn’t immediately Dean/Draco related, but you can find it here on my LJ. It gives some background for a couple of details here and there and sets the tone and mood of the story. In a nutshell, it's an "eighth-year" story featuring a bunch of brooding teenagers. No warnings for this drabble.
Currently unbetaed. Non-native padawan would love a quick proof-read of their first fic in English :D
Link to prompt table: http://cloelockless2.livejournal.com/597.html
War orphans 1
When Dean and the other red-and-gold seventh-year Quidditch players stole into the Charms classroom, Flitwick had apparently begun his lecture, but some people were still rummaging through their bags, opening their ink bottles, settling down. He made a bee-line for the seat Parvati had saved him in the back row.
“Did I miss anything?” he asked in a breath as he pulled out his quills and parchment.
“We have an extensive research essay to write for a month from now, he talked about the exams,” she listed in a slow, quiet voice. “And now he’s still answering some questions about the spells we had to work on.”
Dean nodded. “OK.”
“You did miss a spectacular row in the corridor just before class, though.”
“A row?”
“Yes,” Parvati said. “Bradley and what’s-her-face were bitching about Malfoy again—Hermione pulled quite a stunt.”
Dean heaved a sigh. “Leave him alone, he doesn’t deserve it, everyone deserves a chance?” he tried to guess. He scanned the room and saw Malfoy wasn’t there. In the front row, Hermione looked a little tense, but she was listening intently to the beginning of the lecture.
“‘The war is over. Give it a fucking rest.’” Parvati quoted.
Dean turned to look at her, gobsmacked. “She said what?”
“Well, maybe I’m adding the F word, but that was definitely the spirit. I haven’t heard her yell so loud since… I don’t know.”
Dean took a deep breath, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
“The war is over,” he repeated under his breath. “I wish I could have said that one.”
He could feel Parvati was tense, too. He meant to ask her where Malfoy was, but then he saw she was shaking.
He looked away, staring at his notes, and then he slipped an arm round her back. She was crying, barely audible, and he itched to hold her close. He glanced at her again but she said she would be fine, and they both went back to the Charms lesson.
Back to prologue --- Part 2
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: what’s his name
Rating: PG-13 (F word)
Word count: 334
Summary: Dean is sick of the atmosphere at Hogwarts after the war and decides to make friends with Malfoy to prove that they can all move on. He gets more than he bargained for.
AN: I used prompt table #2 to write a story in 13 + 1 parts. I had to skip the prologue because it wasn’t immediately Dean/Draco related, but you can find it here on my LJ. It gives some background for a couple of details here and there and sets the tone and mood of the story. In a nutshell, it's an "eighth-year" story featuring a bunch of brooding teenagers. No warnings for this drabble.
Currently unbetaed. Non-native padawan would love a quick proof-read of their first fic in English :D
Link to prompt table: http://cloelockless2.livejournal.com/597.html
When Dean and the other red-and-gold seventh-year Quidditch players stole into the Charms classroom, Flitwick had apparently begun his lecture, but some people were still rummaging through their bags, opening their ink bottles, settling down. He made a bee-line for the seat Parvati had saved him in the back row.
“Did I miss anything?” he asked in a breath as he pulled out his quills and parchment.
“We have an extensive research essay to write for a month from now, he talked about the exams,” she listed in a slow, quiet voice. “And now he’s still answering some questions about the spells we had to work on.”
Dean nodded. “OK.”
“You did miss a spectacular row in the corridor just before class, though.”
“A row?”
“Yes,” Parvati said. “Bradley and what’s-her-face were bitching about Malfoy again—Hermione pulled quite a stunt.”
Dean heaved a sigh. “Leave him alone, he doesn’t deserve it, everyone deserves a chance?” he tried to guess. He scanned the room and saw Malfoy wasn’t there. In the front row, Hermione looked a little tense, but she was listening intently to the beginning of the lecture.
“‘The war is over. Give it a fucking rest.’” Parvati quoted.
Dean turned to look at her, gobsmacked. “She said what?”
“Well, maybe I’m adding the F word, but that was definitely the spirit. I haven’t heard her yell so loud since… I don’t know.”
Dean took a deep breath, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
“The war is over,” he repeated under his breath. “I wish I could have said that one.”
He could feel Parvati was tense, too. He meant to ask her where Malfoy was, but then he saw she was shaking.
He looked away, staring at his notes, and then he slipped an arm round her back. She was crying, barely audible, and he itched to hold her close. He glanced at her again but she said she would be fine, and they both went back to the Charms lesson.
Back to prologue --- Part 2