'Round Midnight (Colin, G)
Title: 'Round Midnight..
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: G
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #33, Midnight
Word Count: 1022
Summary: Colin is on his way to meet Theodore and can't take a hint.
Warnings: slash.
Notes: none
There was a word that Colin was searching for; it flitted at the edge of his consciousness. What was it? He moved his Bishop, taking Denis’s remaining Knight and putting him in check.
"What is it when you want something... But you know that it’s wrong?" Colin asked.
"Chocolate." Denis answered, puzzling over the board and his next move.
"Chocolate?"
"Yeah, something you want but you know it’s wrong… well, too much of it." Denis quipped.
"Twit." Colin mumbled, leaned back in his chair and wondered how long he could manage to stay in the common room for.
The clock struck eleven forty-five, and Colin knew he had to get this over with soon. Denis moved his King, looked at Colin, then changed his mind and moved it elsewhere. It really didn’t matter where the piece went, he was only delaying the inevitable. Two turns later and Colin had checkmate and before the King’s sword could fall to the board he was out of his seat and bounding out the portrait hole.
He ran down one flight of stairs, waited for another to swing into place and then ran back up to the seventh floor. Looking around to make sure he wouldn’t be seen, he ducked through the doorway and down the passage. He passed the Room of Requirement or where it would be if it were required to be. For a moment he thought he was hearing things, it sounded like someone was listening to Miles Davis. If he didn’t know better he would have thought he was already in the room, with a slow fire, dancing arm in arm. Colin glanced back at the door and then rounded the corner to come to his real destination. The portrait of the darkhaired wizard was tapping it’s foot as he arrived, red faced and out of breath.
"About time. Some of us have better things to do than waiting…" The portrait started before Colin interrupted.
"Snakes and apples." Colin huffed.
"As I was saying, I have a prior engagement in the room…"
"Snakes and apples." Colin said again.
"I heard you the first time. I was just saying…"
"If you’d just shut up and let me through, you could go and do what ever it is that you’re trying to complain about."
The portrait frowned, opened its mouth to say something, stopped, then swung open.
"You’d have made a good Slytherin, Master Creevey."
"Thanks." Colin said, and slid through the secret passage, "maybe in my next life."
Colin wasn’t exactly sure how it worked, it was probably similar to a Vanishing Cabinet. You went through this portrait on the seventh floor and came out in a dark nook in the dungeons.
"If I’m not here when you return," the portrait lowered its voice, "just tap here three times, say the words - round midnight - and the door will open for you."
Colin was about to thank the wizard when he heard movement behind him. He pressed himself against the cold stone wall. Whether he would have made a good Slytherin or not was irrelevant, he just couldn’t get used to the damp corridors down here. He shivered when a drop of water splashed on his neck. Who puts a house under a lake? Hogwarts: A History had told him that the common room for Slytherin and the dorm rooms were under the lake, though he hadn't believed it till he came down here. Colin looked up at the ceiling of the small niche; it was green with lichen and very, very damp.
The sound of approaching footsteps stilled his heart.
"Bloody, Potter. Can’t you two do anything right?"
It was Malfoy.
"Not our fault he keeps poking his nose where it’s not wanted."
He was obviously not alone.
"Don’t know what you’re complaining about. At least you don’t have to dress like a girl."
It sounded like the two other boys - bodyguards - he had with him at all times. There was a derisive laugh that was certainly Malfoy’s.
"I thought that he was going to ask you out on a date, Goyle."
"Shut up."
The arguing faded as they disappeared around a corner and Colin began to breathe once more. Only to have his heart stop once more as someone or thing slid its hand onto his shoulder.
"Mister Creevey, what are you doing down here." A voice, somewhat like Snape’s, intoned.
Colin whirled about, a cheesy grin on his lips.
"That’s the worst Snape impersonation I’ve ever heard." He said.
Theodore feigned surprise.
"I though it was actually quite good. It certainly scares first years." Theodore smiled.
"I’m no first year though." Colin said, circling his hands around Theodore’s slim waist.
"No, you’re not." Theodore whispered.
"No, you’re Nott. I’m Creevey." Colin grinned.
Theodore chuckled.
"Fool."
"Love-struck one at that." Colin reminded.
Theodore leaned down and kissed him softly on the forehead.
"That makes two of us, then."
The body around Colin’s hands suddenly went stiff and Theodore leaned his head to one side.
"Someone’s coming." Theodore whispered, pushing Colin back against the now empty portrait.
"It’s probably Malfoy. I saw him earlier." Colin said, his voice low.
Theodore was taller than Colin, considerably taller. This allowed him to almost envelop the younger boy, as he pushed Colin hard against the canvas. A hand slipped up Colin's neck, along his jaw; a thumb parting his lips and slid behind his nape. This was a dangerous game they were playing, he thought. His fingers tapped on the picture and he wondered if Theodore cared if they were caught?
"What time is it?" Colin asked, quietly.
Theodore’s lips, which were hovering gently above Colin’s, whispered…
"Round midnight."
There was a creaking sound, the portrait swung open behind them and they tumbled through onto a rug on the seventh floor. Colin giggled as a shocked looking Theodore got to his feet.
"Where are we?"
"Seventh floor."
"How?" Theodore asked, extending a hand to Colin.
"You said the magic words." Colin replied, taking the proffered hand and getting up.
The sounds of a trumpet wafted gently down the corridor.
"Someone’s playing our song." Theodore said, walking to the corner and peering around.
"Some place." Colin corrected and took his hand leading him toward the music.
tbc.
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: G
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #33, Midnight
Word Count: 1022
Summary: Colin is on his way to meet Theodore and can't take a hint.
Warnings: slash.
Notes: none
There was a word that Colin was searching for; it flitted at the edge of his consciousness. What was it? He moved his Bishop, taking Denis’s remaining Knight and putting him in check.
"What is it when you want something... But you know that it’s wrong?" Colin asked.
"Chocolate." Denis answered, puzzling over the board and his next move.
"Chocolate?"
"Yeah, something you want but you know it’s wrong… well, too much of it." Denis quipped.
"Twit." Colin mumbled, leaned back in his chair and wondered how long he could manage to stay in the common room for.
The clock struck eleven forty-five, and Colin knew he had to get this over with soon. Denis moved his King, looked at Colin, then changed his mind and moved it elsewhere. It really didn’t matter where the piece went, he was only delaying the inevitable. Two turns later and Colin had checkmate and before the King’s sword could fall to the board he was out of his seat and bounding out the portrait hole.
He ran down one flight of stairs, waited for another to swing into place and then ran back up to the seventh floor. Looking around to make sure he wouldn’t be seen, he ducked through the doorway and down the passage. He passed the Room of Requirement or where it would be if it were required to be. For a moment he thought he was hearing things, it sounded like someone was listening to Miles Davis. If he didn’t know better he would have thought he was already in the room, with a slow fire, dancing arm in arm. Colin glanced back at the door and then rounded the corner to come to his real destination. The portrait of the darkhaired wizard was tapping it’s foot as he arrived, red faced and out of breath.
"About time. Some of us have better things to do than waiting…" The portrait started before Colin interrupted.
"Snakes and apples." Colin huffed.
"As I was saying, I have a prior engagement in the room…"
"Snakes and apples." Colin said again.
"I heard you the first time. I was just saying…"
"If you’d just shut up and let me through, you could go and do what ever it is that you’re trying to complain about."
The portrait frowned, opened its mouth to say something, stopped, then swung open.
"You’d have made a good Slytherin, Master Creevey."
"Thanks." Colin said, and slid through the secret passage, "maybe in my next life."
Colin wasn’t exactly sure how it worked, it was probably similar to a Vanishing Cabinet. You went through this portrait on the seventh floor and came out in a dark nook in the dungeons.
"If I’m not here when you return," the portrait lowered its voice, "just tap here three times, say the words - round midnight - and the door will open for you."
Colin was about to thank the wizard when he heard movement behind him. He pressed himself against the cold stone wall. Whether he would have made a good Slytherin or not was irrelevant, he just couldn’t get used to the damp corridors down here. He shivered when a drop of water splashed on his neck. Who puts a house under a lake? Hogwarts: A History had told him that the common room for Slytherin and the dorm rooms were under the lake, though he hadn't believed it till he came down here. Colin looked up at the ceiling of the small niche; it was green with lichen and very, very damp.
The sound of approaching footsteps stilled his heart.
"Bloody, Potter. Can’t you two do anything right?"
It was Malfoy.
"Not our fault he keeps poking his nose where it’s not wanted."
He was obviously not alone.
"Don’t know what you’re complaining about. At least you don’t have to dress like a girl."
It sounded like the two other boys - bodyguards - he had with him at all times. There was a derisive laugh that was certainly Malfoy’s.
"I thought that he was going to ask you out on a date, Goyle."
"Shut up."
The arguing faded as they disappeared around a corner and Colin began to breathe once more. Only to have his heart stop once more as someone or thing slid its hand onto his shoulder.
"Mister Creevey, what are you doing down here." A voice, somewhat like Snape’s, intoned.
Colin whirled about, a cheesy grin on his lips.
"That’s the worst Snape impersonation I’ve ever heard." He said.
Theodore feigned surprise.
"I though it was actually quite good. It certainly scares first years." Theodore smiled.
"I’m no first year though." Colin said, circling his hands around Theodore’s slim waist.
"No, you’re not." Theodore whispered.
"No, you’re Nott. I’m Creevey." Colin grinned.
Theodore chuckled.
"Fool."
"Love-struck one at that." Colin reminded.
Theodore leaned down and kissed him softly on the forehead.
"That makes two of us, then."
The body around Colin’s hands suddenly went stiff and Theodore leaned his head to one side.
"Someone’s coming." Theodore whispered, pushing Colin back against the now empty portrait.
"It’s probably Malfoy. I saw him earlier." Colin said, his voice low.
Theodore was taller than Colin, considerably taller. This allowed him to almost envelop the younger boy, as he pushed Colin hard against the canvas. A hand slipped up Colin's neck, along his jaw; a thumb parting his lips and slid behind his nape. This was a dangerous game they were playing, he thought. His fingers tapped on the picture and he wondered if Theodore cared if they were caught?
"What time is it?" Colin asked, quietly.
Theodore’s lips, which were hovering gently above Colin’s, whispered…
"Round midnight."
There was a creaking sound, the portrait swung open behind them and they tumbled through onto a rug on the seventh floor. Colin giggled as a shocked looking Theodore got to his feet.
"Where are we?"
"Seventh floor."
"How?" Theodore asked, extending a hand to Colin.
"You said the magic words." Colin replied, taking the proffered hand and getting up.
The sounds of a trumpet wafted gently down the corridor.
"Someone’s playing our song." Theodore said, walking to the corner and peering around.
"Some place." Colin corrected and took his hand leading him toward the music.
tbc.