Title: Passion Behind Closed Doors
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.
"Millicent," Dennis said dryly checking his watch, "I don't believe you stumbling out of my rooms through the castle after midnight – again," he added. "Is quite the thing to quell those rumors you were ranting about earlier, that we're having a secret passion-filled star-crossed relationship."
"Fuck 'em," she mumbled not looking up from her tiles. "You are not going to beat me at Scrabble."
"Again," Dennis muttered.
"What was that?" she said sharply raising her eyes in that menacing way that always instantly quieted her classes.
"Nothing, nothing," he said mildly lifting his mug of juice. "I didn't say anything about certain pureblood witches being sore losers at muggle games."
Millicent glared even more harshly, but he simply took a sip of his beverage and smiled blankly – utterly unaffected. She looked back down again grumbling. "I'm going to triple word score your arse and then we'll see who's a fuckin' sore loser."
"Oh, the lovely things you say to me, my sweet," Dennis said in a total monotone. "It is no wonder half the castle thinks we're in love."
"Half?" Millicent snorted. "Try three-fourths and the rest is mostly total apathy or the kids who just think 'eww teachers' and don't want their brains to go any further. They can't help themselves though, the gossiping little termites. Neville and Hannah have been together forever and I still can't stand to be in the same room when they're together for fear of sugar overload. Blaise is expecting a baby with a former underwear model. Percy and Pansy seem to be in competition for the most unexpected and longest committed relationship that goes nowhere. Pravati and Oliver started sharing a room in the castle years ago now. And Susan is with Victor-fucking-Krum of all people."
"Face it, other than Padma, we're the only two of the younger batch left single – although calling us all young is definitely relative these days," she finished.
"I actually heard that Padma has what looks like a tattoo around her ring finger," Dennis pointed out.
"Do you want to be the one to ask her about it? To ask Padma about her personal life?" Millicent smirked.
"Hell no," he denied automatically.
"Of course not, because it's Padma. But the thing is, she would probably just tell anyone who ever simply asked. Clever sneaky bitch," she smiled and shook her head in admiration.
"And don't think I don't know what you're doing, Creevey," Millicent warned snapping back to the game, her voice going sharp. "Just shut up and stop distracting me, so I can concentrate and beat the hell out of you at this like everything else."
"Ah, threats of violence – sweet nothings. I think I may blush Bulstrode, this is really too much," Dennis said blandly keeping his face utterly emotionless. "And beat me at everything? It seems we're deciding to continue not to speak of our Wizarding Chess tournament incident then, hmm? That's probably a good choice. It always seems to make you a tad bit testy."
"Ahah!" she said triumphantly ignoring him completely and putting her word down – using all of her letters even!
He simply stared at it on the board for a moment. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms smiling triumphantly.
Ever so slowly Dennis looked up at her. "Millicent, I do not contest that 'dynasties' is a high scoring word, but I have one question.
She waited her smile turning into a scowl as he started to grin, "Why did you have eight tiles?"
A/N 4: For those who don't know, you use seven tiles in Scrabble.