rarepair_shortsDrabble -R- 'Greg's Mistake'
Title: Greg's mistake
Character Pairing: Tracey Davis/ Greg Goyle
Prompt: I wash my hands of thee
Rating: R
Word Count: 380
Summary: Tracey gets upset and Greg realizes something very important.
Author's notes: Rating as a precaution for Greg's potty mouth. Fourth prompt in the series. Follows On being alone
Link to prompt table:http://airmidm.livejournal.com/15633.html
"Gregory Valerius Goyle, what are you doing?"
Greg looked up guiltily from 'The Illustrated Guide to Quidditch: Beater's edition.' He was supposed to be studying for some bloody exam, hell if he could remember what one. He loathed studying on his own. The words were a jumble on the page for him. He'd been waiting for Tracey to curl up next to him and read the chapters and notes aloud. It was what they did, the reason he'd not failed out of Hogwarts years ago. "Studying," he offered hopefully.
"Studying what?"
He held up the book and sighed. It wasn't like he could or ever would lie to her. Might as well get it over with and work on getting back into her good graces.
He knew he was in trouble when she planted her hands on her hips an narrowed her eyes dangerously. His Maeve rarely got angry at him, but it seemed this wasn't something he could talk himself out of. He smiled softly. She looks so beautiful when she's angry. Surprised by the unbidden thought, he sat back and waited for whatever reprimand she would be giving him. He was gobsmacked, not once having considered her as more than his best mate and confidant. It wasn't as if he didn't know she was beautiful, but the thought had never stirred him like this before. Forget about it, you fucking idiot. Maeve's only got eyes for that ponce Nott. Just forget it.
"Greg," she repeated flatly. "I won't be quizzing you at the last minute, not this time. You don't have time for anything but Quidditch any more."
Greg watched her go, not having the heart to call her back. Not after the hurt he heard in her voice and the light missing from her eyes. It was at that moment that he realized what he'd been ignoring all along. What he couldn't ignore any longer Oh, hell. I'm in love with her. But, what could he do about it? Not even he was dim enough not to realize he'd just fucked everything up.
Pushing out of his chair, tossing the book aside, he went in search of her, hoping and praying that he could figure out how to fix what he'd damaged.