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: Talent (especially in Anglo-Irish) can mean someone good-looking, in a pub-trolling sense. I can just see Seamus trying his best not to laugh after Draco says that…can't you?
Chapter 3: Coup droit
"Looking for me?"
"Merlin! No. No, I'm not. And don't touch me!"
"Well, why are you in the library then?"
"I should be asking you that. After all, there aren't any books on pig breeding here."
"I know plenty about that, already, so I do. Actually, I was after researching potions, seeing as you weren't helping me."
"You what? Did you actually think I would? You lack of talent is your own problem."
"I was just figuring you could, since you're so talented in the class."
"Just because I can help, doesn't mean I'll help you. Why don't you ask the Mudblood?"
"Malfoy, mind yourself."
"Oh, hit a nerve, did I? Have a crush on Granger, then? Whatever will the Weasel say?"
"Drop it now Malfoy. Walk away."
"Why should I be the one to run and hide? My mother's not slumming it with a Muggle."
"You…"
"Ow! Agh, get off me! …ugh…fuck…!"
"I can't…believe…you…"
"Stop…disgusting…barbarian……Stupefy!"
"How dare you! Filthy, rotten beasts! Ennervate! To Madame Pomfrey! Out, out, out! Two weeks detention! Get, get! On your feet! Out! Vile, horrid creatures!"
"After you."
"No, by all means, you first."
"If you think I'll…"
"OUT!"