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: Let's see…This would be chapter 4/8. Nothing too exciting. If you pay close attention, you'll understand the story. I don't think it ever comes out completely.
Chapter 4: Changement d'engagement
"Don't say a word, Finnigan."
"How's the nose?"
"Hurts like a Hippogriff, thanks."
"Maybe you'll watch your mouth next time?"
"Of all the hypocritical…"
"Sure, pleasantries aside, do you want bedpans or linens?"
"It's your fault we're here, you know. I don't see why they even let uncivilised…"
"It's only for today. Now, bedpans or linens? Make your claim."
"I will not, emphatically not, touch those vile…"
"Linens, then. Excellent choice. Off to it! Skedaddle! Drudgery waits for no man!"
"I'm not your friend, Finnigan. Your one-man-circus holds no charms for me."
"Give us a break, Malfoy. It's called 'conversation.'"
"And what, pray tell, have I done to encourage this idiocy?"
"I saw."
"You…?"
"Aye."
"But…"
"Ach, I'm gone! If I don't find a rag quick, Pomfrey'll make me use my toothbrush!"
"Finnigan!"
"Catch you tomorrow in the greenhouse!"
"…arsehole."