fic ][ I'm not crying, it's just been raining on my face
{Just...something crack-y. For freakytwinthing.}
Grace looped her arm through her brother's as they walked out the door of the movie theater, still holding onto her drink cup. His eyes rolled and he gave her a look at the comment she had just made. "I wasn't cryin'."
"Yeah you totally were," she argued. "Like a baby."
"Shuddup," he said with a slight huff.
"I'm not judging," Grace shrugged. "It was an emotional piece of artwork."
"I can't believe you dragged me into that."
"There wasn't a whole lot of dragging, Dean."
"And there wasn't any cryin' either," he replied.
"What I don't get is...people were dying, cool people. Snape and Tonks and none of that got to you, but one-"
Dean stopped in his tracks. "Shut up."
Her hands fell on her hips and she gave him a look, amusement in her eyes. "You're soft."
He glanced around before meeting her eyes and glaring at her again. "His Patron-thing was Potter's Ma! That was..." He shook his head and looked away.
Grace looked like she wanted to laugh so hard, but she held it in. "Patronus. Snape's Patronus was a doe, like Lily's. Because he loved her."
"Yeah," Dean nodded.
"And that made you cry?"
He met her eyes again and pointed a finger in her face. "Tell anyone and you are so dead."
Her hands went up in surrender and her face went blank. "Tell anyone what?"
"Good." His hand dropped and he turned away.
Grace grinned and put her arm through his again. "Let's go get dinner somewhere."
"Didn't you just eat a large popcorn and two boxes of milk duds?"
She looked at him blankly. "What's your point?"
He was quiet for a beat, before shrugging. "Fair enough. I could eat."
"Yay! You're buying." She gave his arm a squeeze. "You big old softy, you."
Grace looped her arm through her brother's as they walked out the door of the movie theater, still holding onto her drink cup. His eyes rolled and he gave her a look at the comment she had just made. "I wasn't cryin'."
"Yeah you totally were," she argued. "Like a baby."
"Shuddup," he said with a slight huff.
"I'm not judging," Grace shrugged. "It was an emotional piece of artwork."
"I can't believe you dragged me into that."
"There wasn't a whole lot of dragging, Dean."
"And there wasn't any cryin' either," he replied.
"What I don't get is...people were dying, cool people. Snape and Tonks and none of that got to you, but one-"
Dean stopped in his tracks. "Shut up."
Her hands fell on her hips and she gave him a look, amusement in her eyes. "You're soft."
He glanced around before meeting her eyes and glaring at her again. "His Patron-thing was Potter's Ma! That was..." He shook his head and looked away.
Grace looked like she wanted to laugh so hard, but she held it in. "Patronus. Snape's Patronus was a doe, like Lily's. Because he loved her."
"Yeah," Dean nodded.
"And that made you cry?"
He met her eyes again and pointed a finger in her face. "Tell anyone and you are so dead."
Her hands went up in surrender and her face went blank. "Tell anyone what?"
"Good." His hand dropped and he turned away.
Grace grinned and put her arm through his again. "Let's go get dinner somewhere."
"Didn't you just eat a large popcorn and two boxes of milk duds?"
She looked at him blankly. "What's your point?"
He was quiet for a beat, before shrugging. "Fair enough. I could eat."
"Yay! You're buying." She gave his arm a squeeze. "You big old softy, you."