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title: Cliches and Other Evils
rating: pg13
prompts used: once in a blue moon, lyric from stars go blue.
wordcount: 720
summary: There is nothing Albus detests more than cliches.
A/N 1: i'm not going to lie, this is my least favourite of what i've written. i've been out every day from noon to midnight for the last 11 days at a theatre festival, so this is slightly half-assed. i hope you like it anyway.
A/N 2: this is the last of my Gryffindor!Albus fics, please vote here: http://gala-apples.livejournal.com/151019.html?mode=reply and for that matter no one has voiced an opinion on Hufflepuff!Albus, please do.
It was so cliché. Everything was so damned cliché in Albus Severus Potter's life that he wanted to scream. But even Famous Hero's Child Having A Tantrum was a cliché. He was a Gryffindor and Scorpius Malfoy was a Slytherin, and if that wasn't bad enough, they actually had to hate each other.
If it had been James or Lily it still would have been cliché, but at least it wouldn't have fallen on his shoulders. Unfortunately Astoria and Ginny had conceived on the same day and that was where the feud had started. Every year their birthdays were the same day. It was hard to have a happy birthday when half your mates were at the other party, and Albus couldn't help but resent Scorpius, who surely felt the same way.
It was such a stupid thing for a feud to start from, but that didn't make it less true. By the time they were in Hogwarts their age pool had picked sides, thanks to ultimatums written on invitations. So when Malfoy, Scorpius had been sorted to Slytherin, Potter Albus a few names later had begged the hat for Not Slytherin, not knowing he was repeating the same phrase his father had decades earlier. It would have explained the tiny chuckle the hat had let out though.
Seven years had not taken the edge off their hatred. Sometimes it was the only thing Albus thought of as real, never mind that Lost Teenager Searching For His Identity was another hideous cliché.
He hated him in the morning, during the one class they shared. Charms had the fewest number of students that had dropped it, and Albus had both Dominique and Molly with him. Albus was happy they were on his side, because they were terribly snide and bitchy, and rather enjoyed circulating rumours. Their favourite was that Scorpius was a prostitute, never mind that his parents were fairly well off and Scorpius would never be at a loss for money.
"Look at him, laughing with his pretty mouth. How many blokes do you reckon he's let inside him?"
"I bet he attracts all the older men, one in his arse, one in his whorish mouth."
Bitter Single Women Hating Beautiful Men was definitely a cliché. One that he didn't mind living with, because generally those they sniped about were popular and cocky and deserved it. Aside from that, both girls were really quite intelligent with their insults. It was usually funny to listen to them.
He hated him in the afternoon, because pick up Quidditch games were common and Albus was always Keeper. They didn't ever use the proper Quidditch teams, the games were casual, for friends and usually there were at least two Houses on one team. Half the time there were six or eight Chasers and two Quaffles. But he was always Keeper, and Scorpius was always a Chaser on the other team.
As Scorpius scored against him again, he chuckled. Albus hated him for that, for the seeming cockiness of the action, ignoring that when he blocked a goal he raised his arms into the air in victory. Albus chucked the Quaffle back into the mass of players and the Ravenclaw boys that were his team's Beaters flew near him.
"We're gonna hit the next Bludger at him for that. Ruddy bastard, he's scored like seven times!"
"Lets see if he laughing with broken eyes!"
Adolescent Males Caring Too Much About Sports, definitely a cliché.
Most of all, Albus hated Scorpius in the evenings. The Only Heir Liking Men and Remaining Closeted? Cliché. Opposites Attracting? Cliché. Hatesex Being Better Than Normal Sex? Cliché. Gay Relationship with One Who Only Tops and One Who Only Bottoms? Cliché. Men Are Better at Wanking Each Other than Having A Woman Try? Cliche.
There was nothing that irritated Albus more than clichés, and Scorpius was the cause of at least half of the corniest ones in his life. But when Scorpius was laughing with his lover's tongue, giggles blowing hot air against his groin before his mouth sank completely over his cock, Albus was willing to put up with it. And once in a blue moon he could even admit that clichés weren't the worst thing in the world. After all, famine, poverty, and death were all pretty lame too.
rating: pg13
prompts used: once in a blue moon, lyric from stars go blue.
wordcount: 720
summary: There is nothing Albus detests more than cliches.
A/N 1: i'm not going to lie, this is my least favourite of what i've written. i've been out every day from noon to midnight for the last 11 days at a theatre festival, so this is slightly half-assed. i hope you like it anyway.
A/N 2: this is the last of my Gryffindor!Albus fics, please vote here: http://gala-apples.livejournal.com/151019.html?mode=reply and for that matter no one has voiced an opinion on Hufflepuff!Albus, please do.
It was so cliché. Everything was so damned cliché in Albus Severus Potter's life that he wanted to scream. But even Famous Hero's Child Having A Tantrum was a cliché. He was a Gryffindor and Scorpius Malfoy was a Slytherin, and if that wasn't bad enough, they actually had to hate each other.
If it had been James or Lily it still would have been cliché, but at least it wouldn't have fallen on his shoulders. Unfortunately Astoria and Ginny had conceived on the same day and that was where the feud had started. Every year their birthdays were the same day. It was hard to have a happy birthday when half your mates were at the other party, and Albus couldn't help but resent Scorpius, who surely felt the same way.
It was such a stupid thing for a feud to start from, but that didn't make it less true. By the time they were in Hogwarts their age pool had picked sides, thanks to ultimatums written on invitations. So when Malfoy, Scorpius had been sorted to Slytherin, Potter Albus a few names later had begged the hat for Not Slytherin, not knowing he was repeating the same phrase his father had decades earlier. It would have explained the tiny chuckle the hat had let out though.
Seven years had not taken the edge off their hatred. Sometimes it was the only thing Albus thought of as real, never mind that Lost Teenager Searching For His Identity was another hideous cliché.
He hated him in the morning, during the one class they shared. Charms had the fewest number of students that had dropped it, and Albus had both Dominique and Molly with him. Albus was happy they were on his side, because they were terribly snide and bitchy, and rather enjoyed circulating rumours. Their favourite was that Scorpius was a prostitute, never mind that his parents were fairly well off and Scorpius would never be at a loss for money.
"Look at him, laughing with his pretty mouth. How many blokes do you reckon he's let inside him?"
"I bet he attracts all the older men, one in his arse, one in his whorish mouth."
Bitter Single Women Hating Beautiful Men was definitely a cliché. One that he didn't mind living with, because generally those they sniped about were popular and cocky and deserved it. Aside from that, both girls were really quite intelligent with their insults. It was usually funny to listen to them.
He hated him in the afternoon, because pick up Quidditch games were common and Albus was always Keeper. They didn't ever use the proper Quidditch teams, the games were casual, for friends and usually there were at least two Houses on one team. Half the time there were six or eight Chasers and two Quaffles. But he was always Keeper, and Scorpius was always a Chaser on the other team.
As Scorpius scored against him again, he chuckled. Albus hated him for that, for the seeming cockiness of the action, ignoring that when he blocked a goal he raised his arms into the air in victory. Albus chucked the Quaffle back into the mass of players and the Ravenclaw boys that were his team's Beaters flew near him.
"We're gonna hit the next Bludger at him for that. Ruddy bastard, he's scored like seven times!"
"Lets see if he laughing with broken eyes!"
Adolescent Males Caring Too Much About Sports, definitely a cliché.
Most of all, Albus hated Scorpius in the evenings. The Only Heir Liking Men and Remaining Closeted? Cliché. Opposites Attracting? Cliché. Hatesex Being Better Than Normal Sex? Cliché. Gay Relationship with One Who Only Tops and One Who Only Bottoms? Cliché. Men Are Better at Wanking Each Other than Having A Woman Try? Cliche.
There was nothing that irritated Albus more than clichés, and Scorpius was the cause of at least half of the corniest ones in his life. But when Scorpius was laughing with his lover's tongue, giggles blowing hot air against his groin before his mouth sank completely over his cock, Albus was willing to put up with it. And once in a blue moon he could even admit that clichés weren't the worst thing in the world. After all, famine, poverty, and death were all pretty lame too.