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These were written for dungeons100's "Secrets" challenge, as I am a competitive little bitch and wanted to earn points for my team. A/M, of course. A three-drabble series set in OoTP. 100 words a-piece. As always, feedback would rock.
It started in the Potions classroom, where Snape had paired them up together with a nasty smile of anticipation, and Angelina knew that he wanted to take points right before the Quidditch match. She'd seethed and stonily sliced valerian roots, and it was Montague's hand around her wrist, firm but not hard, that had stopped her from flinging them in too early and scalding herself with the volatile ingredients. Startled brown eyes met blue and he shook his head, whispered instructions in her ear, and somehow together they'd worked perfectly. She told no one about the encounter.
~*~
The Inquisitorial Squad still believed Dungeon Five to be plastered with frog brains, and none of them ever ventured in. The rest of the school knew better than to come down to the Dungeons after-hours.
That meant that after a handy cleaning spell that Filch could not accomplish and a silencing charm on the door, "Johnson" could drop the look of false hatred, "Montague" could give her a rare smile, and when they met in the middle and she tugged his head down for a kiss, they could call each other by first name and no one would know.
~*~
When Alicia told her about how Montague had reappeared in the loo, dazed and confused, she laughed bright and fake with the rest of her housemates.
When she got news that he'd been released from the infirmary, she crept away from Gryffindor down to the dungeons, and counted away the seconds in Dungeon Five, calling herself a fool after reaching 5000.
He saw her when he walked past, and his eyes were bewildered. "Who are you?"
She felt her heart break and told him that she was his love, and he nodded and kissed her and never knew the difference.
It started in the Potions classroom, where Snape had paired them up together with a nasty smile of anticipation, and Angelina knew that he wanted to take points right before the Quidditch match. She'd seethed and stonily sliced valerian roots, and it was Montague's hand around her wrist, firm but not hard, that had stopped her from flinging them in too early and scalding herself with the volatile ingredients. Startled brown eyes met blue and he shook his head, whispered instructions in her ear, and somehow together they'd worked perfectly. She told no one about the encounter.
~*~
The Inquisitorial Squad still believed Dungeon Five to be plastered with frog brains, and none of them ever ventured in. The rest of the school knew better than to come down to the Dungeons after-hours.
That meant that after a handy cleaning spell that Filch could not accomplish and a silencing charm on the door, "Johnson" could drop the look of false hatred, "Montague" could give her a rare smile, and when they met in the middle and she tugged his head down for a kiss, they could call each other by first name and no one would know.
~*~
When Alicia told her about how Montague had reappeared in the loo, dazed and confused, she laughed bright and fake with the rest of her housemates.
When she got news that he'd been released from the infirmary, she crept away from Gryffindor down to the dungeons, and counted away the seconds in Dungeon Five, calling herself a fool after reaching 5000.
He saw her when he walked past, and his eyes were bewildered. "Who are you?"
She felt her heart break and told him that she was his love, and he nodded and kissed her and never knew the difference.