Fic: A Terminal Case
Title: A Terminal Case
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Angelina Johnson/Montague, Montague/Daphne Greengrass
Summary: Montague can be a bit of an idiot sometimes.
Rating: 15+
Word Count: 429
Note: I originally intended to write this for gryff_slyth100, but it got too long.
A Terminal Case
The minute the rumours about the thing (which was more than a thing if one wanted to be honest) with Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin’s own goodtime girl, made the first round, Montague already regretted it.
It had been an accident, something he’d done on a jealous impulse. After he’d left Daphne, Montague had reasoned that it was all Angelina’s fault. What else was he to do after seeing his secret girlfriend come out of an empty classroom, dishevelled and laughing with some Hufflepuff, who looked as if he’d been rolling around in a barn? As if he was going to believe they’d been studying and had come upon another booby trap of the Weasley Twins' that involved tickling each other madly. It was the silliest thing that ever turned out to be the truth.
It had to be irony that when he entered the Slytherin common room, Warrington and Bole were rolling around by the fireplace, punching and tickling each other.
Half an hour after losing his virginity, Montague realized he’d made the biggest mistake of his life.
There was no going back. The names of Daphne’s bed partners always became public knowledge. She refused to be anyone’s secret. It was how she gained power and respect.
Angelina hadn’t even looked at him the next morning in the Great Hall. She hadn’t looked at him either during Charms or Arithmancy. When he’d cornered her after dinner, she’d given him a withering glare and shoved him away.
He’d tried to win her back with romantic letters, poetry, and gifts. She returned everything unopened.
Spinnet was the only one who knew about them. She wasn’t sympathetic. When Montague politely asked to speak to her in the library, she shot him the same testicle shrinking stare.
“Fine, go ahead,” she said. “I doubt you’ll have anything of worth to say.”
Everything he said made him cringe inwardly. Sorry wasn’t enough and it didn’t change anything. Even if Angelina decided to try again she wouldn’t trust him for a long time. That mixed with their house differences was enough to potentially destroy everything.
Frustrated and angry, Montague blurted out: “I bet if I were Weasley or Jordan or some other Gryffindor she would’ve forgiven me already.”
Spinnet’s look confirmed that Warrington might have been right when he said Montague had a terminal case of foot in mouth disease.
“If you believe that then you don’t deserve her forgiveness,” Spinnett replied crossly. She turned back to her books and made a point of ignoring him.
Montague left the library, hopeless for the first time in days.
I said I wasn't going to post anything until April. I lied and I'm glad for it.
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Angelina Johnson/Montague, Montague/Daphne Greengrass
Summary: Montague can be a bit of an idiot sometimes.
Rating: 15+
Word Count: 429
Note: I originally intended to write this for gryff_slyth100, but it got too long.
A Terminal Case
The minute the rumours about the thing (which was more than a thing if one wanted to be honest) with Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin’s own goodtime girl, made the first round, Montague already regretted it.
It had been an accident, something he’d done on a jealous impulse. After he’d left Daphne, Montague had reasoned that it was all Angelina’s fault. What else was he to do after seeing his secret girlfriend come out of an empty classroom, dishevelled and laughing with some Hufflepuff, who looked as if he’d been rolling around in a barn? As if he was going to believe they’d been studying and had come upon another booby trap of the Weasley Twins' that involved tickling each other madly. It was the silliest thing that ever turned out to be the truth.
It had to be irony that when he entered the Slytherin common room, Warrington and Bole were rolling around by the fireplace, punching and tickling each other.
Half an hour after losing his virginity, Montague realized he’d made the biggest mistake of his life.
There was no going back. The names of Daphne’s bed partners always became public knowledge. She refused to be anyone’s secret. It was how she gained power and respect.
Angelina hadn’t even looked at him the next morning in the Great Hall. She hadn’t looked at him either during Charms or Arithmancy. When he’d cornered her after dinner, she’d given him a withering glare and shoved him away.
He’d tried to win her back with romantic letters, poetry, and gifts. She returned everything unopened.
Spinnet was the only one who knew about them. She wasn’t sympathetic. When Montague politely asked to speak to her in the library, she shot him the same testicle shrinking stare.
“Fine, go ahead,” she said. “I doubt you’ll have anything of worth to say.”
Everything he said made him cringe inwardly. Sorry wasn’t enough and it didn’t change anything. Even if Angelina decided to try again she wouldn’t trust him for a long time. That mixed with their house differences was enough to potentially destroy everything.
Frustrated and angry, Montague blurted out: “I bet if I were Weasley or Jordan or some other Gryffindor she would’ve forgiven me already.”
Spinnet’s look confirmed that Warrington might have been right when he said Montague had a terminal case of foot in mouth disease.
“If you believe that then you don’t deserve her forgiveness,” Spinnett replied crossly. She turned back to her books and made a point of ignoring him.
Montague left the library, hopeless for the first time in days.
I said I wasn't going to post anything until April. I lied and I'm glad for it.