Summary: Expressionless, your hand moves on its own accord, seeking out his. ― Short drabble.
Author's Note: This was written with Theodore and Draco in mind―but again, it doesn't quite identify the characters... I should really try writing something longer... hmm? Oh, and it was sort of inspired by the song Dutch Courage by the Spill Canvas. Hence the name.
Disclaimer: I know it's been a while, but I highly doubt the site's name has changed. It's called fanfiction, people!
Dutch Courage
You don't have the right to judge me, he says, eyes flashing. You don't know what it was like!
You exhale sharply, clearly annoyed.
Don't I? You snap. We were born and raised the same way―
―exactly! So what right do you have to say?
You stare at each other for a long, silent moment, before both of you look away. You're both supressing a slight smile. Exhaling sharply, you look to him, your irritation melting away with the sight―his hair is mused and frames his face, which is tinged pink from anger. He's trying to frown―trying to supress his amusement and stay angry. Expressionless, your hand moves on its own accord, seeking out his.
Grey eyes meet brown.
You stare at each other for another long, silent moment, before he moves closer, his fingers wrapping around your own.