Challenge 11: Weekly Quick Fic 4
Title: Dragons would be Preferable
Prompt: Hero, destined to die
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 810
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: Naruto/Harry Potter
Pairings (if any): MinaKushi
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Minato knows that he can blame Jiraiya for this, and if he is still alive in the morning, the man is in for it.
The party in Gryffindor’s common room is particularly raucous that night, and Minato is well aware of the fact that at least half of drinks being passed around are not butterbeer. On any other night, he would have been doing his job as prefect and been running around collecting the bottles of firewhiskey and sake and making plans to yell at Jiraiya for providing alcohol again. Tonight though, the burn of firewhiskey is still lingering in his mouth, and he is planning on getting more soon. As long as the younger students don’t start drinking, he doesn’t care.
He catches a flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and he ducks into a clump of his classmates. They cheer when they see him, alcohol slurring their words, congratulating him on his victory in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament this morning. He has won both of the tasks so far, and he would willingly face a dragon again if it meant not facing the red-headed witch currently out for his blood.
In the morning, if he is still alive, he will have to visit Jiraiya and yell at him because he doesn’t know anyone else who would suggest choosing Kushina as the person he has to save. It was bad enough when he managed to make it so they had to dance together in the opening dance of the Yule Ball. He had neglected to mention that Minato needed a partner for the Yule Ball and had somehow convinced Kushina to play the role of his partner. He always wondered what sort of blackmail he had on her.
He is halfway across the common room and above the press of people, he can see the stairs to the boys’ rooms when a hand falls on his shoulder and stops him in his tracks. He only needs to feel the sheer rage radiating off of them to know who it is.
“Kushina-chan,” he says turning around. Her hair is flying around her like a thing alive, and even with all of the people crammed in here there is still a space around them. He doesn’t blame them for wanting to avoid her.
“Namikaze. We need to talk,” she grinds out, and he winces at the Namikaze. She had started to call him Minato-kun, but he supposes that he’s lost out on that privilege. She grabs his shirt and drags him towards the boys’ dorms to drunken catcalls. He sees Inoichi, who isn’t even a Gryffindor, flash him a thumbs up and a grin.
She flings him through the door of his dorm and then stalks up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest, and he is only thankful that she hasn’t brought her wand out yet. He has seen her use some truly terrifying jinxes in the past.
“What do you think you are doing?” she asks.
“What are you talking about?” he asks in false ignorance.
“Don’t act like an idiot. This morning. At the task. I’m the person you had to save? Really?”
“I didn’t choose you,” he says before realizing that that only makes him look worse. “I mean, the judges choose who to put in the lake. Not me.”
“Well, someone clearly thought that I was the person most important to you. Was that some kind of joke?”
Once, Jiraiya had told him that wizards with cypress wands like his tended to die young. He wonders if this is how he is going to go out. It certainly isn’t that heroic.
“No you are important to me!” he protested.
“Really? Because you don’t show it very well. You always ignore me.” Her words are harsh, and there is a bit truth to them. It’s just, he knows that she doesn’t need his help, and he is terrified of the thought of telling her how he feels about her. Even at the Yule Ball, after their first dance together, they had just sat awkwardly, with him not saying anything, until she left to find Mikoto.
“I just know you don’t need my help,” he says. “You’re strong.”
Kushina is silent for a second, a contemplative look on her face, and then she brushes a hand along the side of his face. It is cool. “You’re drunk. You should sleep. We’ll talk later.” She spins away from him, her red hair flying into his face. He can’t help but run his fingers through it, and she looks over his shoulder at him.
“It’s so beautiful,” he says, and she gives him an odd look, one of her hands coming up to touch her hair.
“You should sleep,” she says again before leaving.
He feels confused as she walks away, not quite sure what has just happened between them, but a strand of her hair is still in his hand as if they are connected.
Prompt: Hero, destined to die
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 810
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: Naruto/Harry Potter
Pairings (if any): MinaKushi
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Minato knows that he can blame Jiraiya for this, and if he is still alive in the morning, the man is in for it.
The party in Gryffindor’s common room is particularly raucous that night, and Minato is well aware of the fact that at least half of drinks being passed around are not butterbeer. On any other night, he would have been doing his job as prefect and been running around collecting the bottles of firewhiskey and sake and making plans to yell at Jiraiya for providing alcohol again. Tonight though, the burn of firewhiskey is still lingering in his mouth, and he is planning on getting more soon. As long as the younger students don’t start drinking, he doesn’t care.
He catches a flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and he ducks into a clump of his classmates. They cheer when they see him, alcohol slurring their words, congratulating him on his victory in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament this morning. He has won both of the tasks so far, and he would willingly face a dragon again if it meant not facing the red-headed witch currently out for his blood.
In the morning, if he is still alive, he will have to visit Jiraiya and yell at him because he doesn’t know anyone else who would suggest choosing Kushina as the person he has to save. It was bad enough when he managed to make it so they had to dance together in the opening dance of the Yule Ball. He had neglected to mention that Minato needed a partner for the Yule Ball and had somehow convinced Kushina to play the role of his partner. He always wondered what sort of blackmail he had on her.
He is halfway across the common room and above the press of people, he can see the stairs to the boys’ rooms when a hand falls on his shoulder and stops him in his tracks. He only needs to feel the sheer rage radiating off of them to know who it is.
“Kushina-chan,” he says turning around. Her hair is flying around her like a thing alive, and even with all of the people crammed in here there is still a space around them. He doesn’t blame them for wanting to avoid her.
“Namikaze. We need to talk,” she grinds out, and he winces at the Namikaze. She had started to call him Minato-kun, but he supposes that he’s lost out on that privilege. She grabs his shirt and drags him towards the boys’ dorms to drunken catcalls. He sees Inoichi, who isn’t even a Gryffindor, flash him a thumbs up and a grin.
She flings him through the door of his dorm and then stalks up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest, and he is only thankful that she hasn’t brought her wand out yet. He has seen her use some truly terrifying jinxes in the past.
“What do you think you are doing?” she asks.
“What are you talking about?” he asks in false ignorance.
“Don’t act like an idiot. This morning. At the task. I’m the person you had to save? Really?”
“I didn’t choose you,” he says before realizing that that only makes him look worse. “I mean, the judges choose who to put in the lake. Not me.”
“Well, someone clearly thought that I was the person most important to you. Was that some kind of joke?”
Once, Jiraiya had told him that wizards with cypress wands like his tended to die young. He wonders if this is how he is going to go out. It certainly isn’t that heroic.
“No you are important to me!” he protested.
“Really? Because you don’t show it very well. You always ignore me.” Her words are harsh, and there is a bit truth to them. It’s just, he knows that she doesn’t need his help, and he is terrified of the thought of telling her how he feels about her. Even at the Yule Ball, after their first dance together, they had just sat awkwardly, with him not saying anything, until she left to find Mikoto.
“I just know you don’t need my help,” he says. “You’re strong.”
Kushina is silent for a second, a contemplative look on her face, and then she brushes a hand along the side of his face. It is cool. “You’re drunk. You should sleep. We’ll talk later.” She spins away from him, her red hair flying into his face. He can’t help but run his fingers through it, and she looks over his shoulder at him.
“It’s so beautiful,” he says, and she gives him an odd look, one of her hands coming up to touch her hair.
“You should sleep,” she says again before leaving.
He feels confused as she walks away, not quite sure what has just happened between them, but a strand of her hair is still in his hand as if they are connected.