Title: Unconventional Time
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Terence Higgs/Rosmerta
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 489
Summary: Rosmerta knows it's wrong, but she just can't help it.

Notes:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Weekly Drabble Competition: Week 2

Year Long Scavenger Hunt: D26. Write about an allergic reaction to something unexpected and unusual

Rosmerta smiled flirtatiously at a strapping young man walked up to the bar. "Well, well, well, Mr. Terence Higgs. What a lovely surprise," she drawled.

Terence smirked. "Madame Rosmerta, it's always nice to see you," he replied with his heavy eyelids making his brown eyes look more like bedroom eyes than anything else.

Rosmerta's heart pounded a little bit harder in her chest. She knew how inappropriate her feelings were. She had been a barmaid when his parents were mere students. She was so much older than him. The only thing that made her feel a little bit better about her feelings was the fact that never once thought about acting on the attraction until he was seventeen.

Now, though, there was no legal reason she should deny herself what she truly wanted. And with the way he was eyeing her breasts, it would take very little to seduce him into her bed.

"So, is there any particular reason you're here?" she asked, putting her arms on top of the bar as she leaned over it. She knew the move would accentuate her chest even more.

Terence licked his lips. "Well, I've been seventeen for nearly a week, and I've never had any Firewhiskey. I was hoping you'd remedy that for me."

She nodded. Internally, she was screaming, 'Seventeen for only a week? He's a kid! What in the world am I thinking?' Externally, she answered, "Coming right up." She turned around and was very aware of his eyes on her bottom as she moved to get the bottle of Firewhiskey.

She handed it to him and went to help another customer who was impatiently waving for some attention. Rosmerta heard a sound near where she left Terence as she listened to the customer's order and looked over.

Her breath caught when she saw Terence holding his chest, as if he was struggling for air. She hurried over to him. She didn't know how to help him, so she quickly pulled him behind the bar and got him into the Floo, so he could go to St. Mungo's.

She got him settled with a medi-witch, but she had to get back to the Three Broomsticks. Even while she worked, her mind was on Terence, and she prayed he was okay.

At the end of the day, she went back to the hospital and was showed to Terence's room. She walked in and arched an eyebrow at the boy that was sitting up in bed. "So, what happened?"

He smiled sheepishly. "It turns out I'm allergic to Firewhiskey. Or at least one of the ingredients in Firewhiskey." He shrugged. "Who knew?"

"I guess it's a bad time to ask you out to dinner, huh?" Rosmerta asked.

Terence's eyes flashed with his desire for her. "Why is it a bad time?"

Rosmerta smiled. Her attraction to him might be wrong, but if it was wrong, she didn't want to be right.