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: By this point, I think I've decided to take up fencing. Or at least verbal fencing. The terminology is exciting. Also, continuity note: a day passes between each chapter, starting with the time between chapters 3 and 4.
Chapter 6: Seconde Intention
"Speaking of which, I had a bit of interesting conversation with the Sorting Hat, once. I was up there to the front of the room and the first thing he says is he likes the smell of me hair, and I'm needing to tell him, naturally, all about me Ma, as she fixes up the shampoo we use herself, and won't sell the recipe to anyone, even though she'dmake a fine penny by it. Seeing as that, the Sorting Hat never smelled anything quite like it before, so heneededmention it, and I neededtell him. As it stands, I keep me shampoo hidden when I'm not using it – to protect the family secret and all – otherwise I can think of a certain blond Slytherin who'd be loving to get his hands on it. Come to think of it, it's not so much a family secret, seeing as Ma's the only one who knows how make it. Maybe so old Mouldy-Butt can't Legilmency it out of my head if he ever manages to catch me? Though I doubt the slimy git even has hair to be washing. Or you, for that matter, even so…"
"Finnigan?"
"…you can never be too careful…"
"Finnigan!"
"…when it comes to keeping secrets."
"FINNIGAN!"
"Ach, what?"
"You realize I've had my earplugs in the entire time?"
"'Course. Youdo havewhen working with mandrakes."
"And you didn't shut your gob once the entire time?"
"I was talking to the plants."
"You were…"
"I was. But we're done now, so…tomorrow, same time, same place?"
"Yeah."
"See you, then."
"See you."