Drabble: Gen--Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini
Author: mollywheezy
Title: Two Close for Comfort
Prompt: hiding in a broom cupboard
Words: 395
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
A/N: Written for week 112 at sortinghatdrabs. I used the prompt in the allowed "not romantic" sense. This is a different drabble for me to write, but not that different . . . ;)
Sighing, Ron pushed open the door to the portrait hole. Even if he were caught by Filch, it would be worth it to avoid the stares of his fellow Gryffindors, all of whom had witnessed his very loud break-up with Lavender. At least it was over.
Ron wandered down corridors and staircases, keeping to shadows as much as possible. He never understood why older students had such an early curfew. Sometimes a bloke just needed to go for a walk to clear his head, yeah? And that wasn't going to happen only during daylight hours.
As Ron turned a corner, he heard a soft "meow". Mrs Norris! He opened the nearest door, which happened to be a broom cupboard, and went in. Unfortunately, there was someone already there . . .
*******
Blaise carefully combed his hair until it was perfect. He applied just the right amount of cologne, which, through much experimentation, he had determined to be three and a half drops. He had already shaved very carefully. He couldn't have a stray whisker scratching the face of his beloved.
Blaise donned precisely pressed trousers and his favorite shirt. After carefully perusing his options, he selected his emerald cufflinks. He enjoyed displaying his Slytherin pride. When finished dressing, Blaise examined himself in his full-length mirror to make certain his appearance was impeccable. Satisfied, he left for his rendezvous.
Blaise prepared "their" cupboard with all of the appropriate protective charms and waited. It wasn't long before the door opened. Blaise reached out to take the proffered hand and shrieked.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Bloody Hell!"
"Lumos!"
"Lumos!"
"Weasley!"
"Zabini!"
Blaise and Ron glared at each other.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Cupboard. Weasley, " Blaise drawled.
"I don't see your name on it, Zabini," Ron hissed.
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
Blaise snorted, "I would think that would be obvious, Weasley."
Ron looked Blaise over and shrugged sheepishly. "I fancied a walk and saw Mrs Norris."
"And I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave!"
Ron protested, "I'm brave!"
Blaise rolled his eyes, rapped Ron on the head with his wand, opened the broom cupboard door, and pushed Ron into the corridor, closing the door behind him.
Ron rubbed the spot on his head where Blaise had hit him and realized he was disillusioned. Ron smiled to himself and continued his wanderings.
Title: Two Close for Comfort
Prompt: hiding in a broom cupboard
Words: 395
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
A/N: Written for week 112 at sortinghatdrabs. I used the prompt in the allowed "not romantic" sense. This is a different drabble for me to write, but not that different . . . ;)
Sighing, Ron pushed open the door to the portrait hole. Even if he were caught by Filch, it would be worth it to avoid the stares of his fellow Gryffindors, all of whom had witnessed his very loud break-up with Lavender. At least it was over.
Ron wandered down corridors and staircases, keeping to shadows as much as possible. He never understood why older students had such an early curfew. Sometimes a bloke just needed to go for a walk to clear his head, yeah? And that wasn't going to happen only during daylight hours.
As Ron turned a corner, he heard a soft "meow". Mrs Norris! He opened the nearest door, which happened to be a broom cupboard, and went in. Unfortunately, there was someone already there . . .
*******
Blaise carefully combed his hair until it was perfect. He applied just the right amount of cologne, which, through much experimentation, he had determined to be three and a half drops. He had already shaved very carefully. He couldn't have a stray whisker scratching the face of his beloved.
Blaise donned precisely pressed trousers and his favorite shirt. After carefully perusing his options, he selected his emerald cufflinks. He enjoyed displaying his Slytherin pride. When finished dressing, Blaise examined himself in his full-length mirror to make certain his appearance was impeccable. Satisfied, he left for his rendezvous.
Blaise prepared "their" cupboard with all of the appropriate protective charms and waited. It wasn't long before the door opened. Blaise reached out to take the proffered hand and shrieked.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Bloody Hell!"
"Lumos!"
"Lumos!"
"Weasley!"
"Zabini!"
Blaise and Ron glared at each other.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Cupboard. Weasley, " Blaise drawled.
"I don't see your name on it, Zabini," Ron hissed.
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
Blaise snorted, "I would think that would be obvious, Weasley."
Ron looked Blaise over and shrugged sheepishly. "I fancied a walk and saw Mrs Norris."
"And I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave!"
Ron protested, "I'm brave!"
Blaise rolled his eyes, rapped Ron on the head with his wand, opened the broom cupboard door, and pushed Ron into the corridor, closing the door behind him.
Ron rubbed the spot on his head where Blaise had hit him and realized he was disillusioned. Ron smiled to himself and continued his wanderings.