Title: Small Sacrifice
Author: jmaria
Rating: FR15
Claim: Millicent/Neville
Disclaimer: J.K. owns them, I'm merely exploring the facets
Pairing: Millicent/Neville
Prompt: 04: Clothes
Spoilers: post-HBP
Note: Every girl has a shirt she wears when she wants to feel good about herself...
Words: 207

Small Sacrifice

Millicent was ready to kill someone in a very slow and torturous way. She stared at the remnants of her shirt and saw red. Well, she actually did see red - as in there were various bloodstains and rust stains. Plus there were muck and mud stains, not to mention the shirt's current near-transparency.

"Millicent, we haven't got all day!" Neville hissed, pulling her down beside him.

"The bloody bastards ruined my favorite shirt!" Millicent screeched. "This - this is my favorite shirt!"

"Is there a point? We've got buildings and people falling around us and you're upset about a stupid shirt?" Neville frowned. He wasn't following her insane girl logic at the moment.

"I look good in this shirt! It's my I-need-a-pick-me-up shirt! I look like a girl in it, and it shows off my curves," Millicent cried huskily.

Neville glanced over at her. Her shirt was plastered to her skin, and he had to blink a few times before looking away. He had to admit she had a point, it did make her look good. He cleared his throat.

"Merlin! There are a couple of cleaning and repair spells I know. When we get out of here, I'll fix your bloody shirt," Neville said quietly.