Title: Prise de Fer
Pairing: Seamus/Draco
Disclaimer: You know it, I know it. The entire Potter-verse belongs to the Lady Rowling, and writing this earns me nothing but harmless amusement.
Author's notes: Seamus and Draco? I don't know, either. But I enjoyed writing it enough that the reasons don't interest me anymore. Also, note that this story is entirely dialogue. The gestures and facial expressions of the characters are very important in this story: so important that I don't think words could do them justice. Use your imagination. Thirdly, chapter titles are fencing terms. It means something.
Chapter 1: Salut
"Malfoy!"
"Finnigan."
"Where you going?"
"Since when is that your business, Gryffindork?"
"It isn't, really. I'm just curious."
"Then I'm sure you'll understand if I choose not to answer."
"'Course. You're Malfoy."
"Exactly. And I don't answer to half bloods."
"Still, it's not a tough question."
"I…ugh…idiot."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I wasn't talking to you, Finnigan."
"Oh. So you're the idiot, then."
"Why did…No. You know what? You're wasting my time. Do yourself a favor and don't talk to me again."
"Sure thing, Malfoy. See you around."
"I…Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Finnigan, or I'll take points from Gryffindor for unforgivable idiocy."
"Later, Malfoy."