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tamingthemuseTitle: The Serpent Constellation (Ch 2)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #495 – In loca parentis
Warnings: None
Pairings: Andromeda/Rabastan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 596
Summary: Andromeda misreads the situation
Andromeda watched from her place in the Slytherin table, ignoring the inane chatter that was all around her. She clenched her fists on her lap as Rabastan stood by the Ravenclaw table, laughing with Emmeline Vance.
She wondered what they were talking about. She was just itching to know and wished she could hear their conversation.
What could Rabastan possibly have to say to a girl like Emmeline? Her eyes closed when he threw his head back in a hearty laugh.
He never laughed like that when he was with her. She was surprised he was doing it in full view of The Great Hall. What was so special with Emmeline that she was able to get that kind of reaction from her boyfriend?
Andromeda should be the one to get that kind of reaction. It was her privilege to make his face light up with such joy. And yet, it wasn't Andromeda's privilege because she wasn't the one doing it, and it was making her so mad.
She wished she could pull her hair out and scream.
She breathed in deeply when Rabastan suddenly turned and left The Great Hall.
Emmeline stood up, ready to follow him out, and that was when Andromeda had enough. She quickly stood up from her place at the Slytherin table to intercept the interloping Ravenclaw.
"Vance, what were you talking to Rabastan about?" She demanded in a voice that didn't even sound like her.
Emmeline quirked an irritating eyebrow at her with an infuriating smirk on her mouth. "Why do you care?"
"You know why I care. Now answer my question." It came out almost sounding like a snarl. It sounds eerily similar to Bellatrix's voice, and she resisted the automatic shiver at the very thought. The sisters were relatively in loco parentis, so she hoped she wasn't inheriting Bellatrix's traits.
Emmeline rolled her eyes. "Relax. I'm not interested in your boyfriend. Feel better?"
Andromeda's shoulders slumped, suddenly realizing she was asking the wrong person. "No, I'd feel better if I knew Rabastan wasn't interested in you. Maybe he's finally got tired of me holding him at a distance," she stated monotonously. She never thought he would give up on them, but she guessed everyone had their limits.
Emmeline frantically shook her head. "That's not what I meant!"
"And I haven't got tired of anything having to do with you," another voice broke into the girls' conversation.
Andromeda hadn't even realized Rabastan had walked back into The Great Hall. "Rabastan?"
Emmeline slipped away from the two of them as Rabastan walked forward and took her smaller hand in his much larger one. "How could I ever get tired of you when I love you? I have no feelings for Emmeline whatsoever. She was simply helping me with something."
"What?"
Rabastan rolled her eyes at the distrust still in her voice. "A surprise for your birthday, but that's all you're getting out of me. Now, stop doubting my loyalty to you. It's unbefitting of a woman in your station."
Andromeda smiled as her eyes appraised him.
He smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Don't give me that look."
"Why?" Andromeda queried with faux innocence.
"You and I both know what happens when you give me that look and now is not the time."
"It could be," she stated with promise in her voice.
"Don't we have class?" Rabastan teased, knowing she never missed class.
Andromeda allowed a breath of air to leave her body with a soft woosh. "Fine, but after class, your body is mine."
Rabastan smirked. "Deal."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #495 – In loca parentis
Warnings: None
Pairings: Andromeda/Rabastan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 596
Summary: Andromeda misreads the situation
Andromeda watched from her place in the Slytherin table, ignoring the inane chatter that was all around her. She clenched her fists on her lap as Rabastan stood by the Ravenclaw table, laughing with Emmeline Vance.
She wondered what they were talking about. She was just itching to know and wished she could hear their conversation.
What could Rabastan possibly have to say to a girl like Emmeline? Her eyes closed when he threw his head back in a hearty laugh.
He never laughed like that when he was with her. She was surprised he was doing it in full view of The Great Hall. What was so special with Emmeline that she was able to get that kind of reaction from her boyfriend?
Andromeda should be the one to get that kind of reaction. It was her privilege to make his face light up with such joy. And yet, it wasn't Andromeda's privilege because she wasn't the one doing it, and it was making her so mad.
She wished she could pull her hair out and scream.
She breathed in deeply when Rabastan suddenly turned and left The Great Hall.
Emmeline stood up, ready to follow him out, and that was when Andromeda had enough. She quickly stood up from her place at the Slytherin table to intercept the interloping Ravenclaw.
"Vance, what were you talking to Rabastan about?" She demanded in a voice that didn't even sound like her.
Emmeline quirked an irritating eyebrow at her with an infuriating smirk on her mouth. "Why do you care?"
"You know why I care. Now answer my question." It came out almost sounding like a snarl. It sounds eerily similar to Bellatrix's voice, and she resisted the automatic shiver at the very thought. The sisters were relatively in loco parentis, so she hoped she wasn't inheriting Bellatrix's traits.
Emmeline rolled her eyes. "Relax. I'm not interested in your boyfriend. Feel better?"
Andromeda's shoulders slumped, suddenly realizing she was asking the wrong person. "No, I'd feel better if I knew Rabastan wasn't interested in you. Maybe he's finally got tired of me holding him at a distance," she stated monotonously. She never thought he would give up on them, but she guessed everyone had their limits.
Emmeline frantically shook her head. "That's not what I meant!"
"And I haven't got tired of anything having to do with you," another voice broke into the girls' conversation.
Andromeda hadn't even realized Rabastan had walked back into The Great Hall. "Rabastan?"
Emmeline slipped away from the two of them as Rabastan walked forward and took her smaller hand in his much larger one. "How could I ever get tired of you when I love you? I have no feelings for Emmeline whatsoever. She was simply helping me with something."
"What?"
Rabastan rolled her eyes at the distrust still in her voice. "A surprise for your birthday, but that's all you're getting out of me. Now, stop doubting my loyalty to you. It's unbefitting of a woman in your station."
Andromeda smiled as her eyes appraised him.
He smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Don't give me that look."
"Why?" Andromeda queried with faux innocence.
"You and I both know what happens when you give me that look and now is not the time."
"It could be," she stated with promise in her voice.
"Don't we have class?" Rabastan teased, knowing she never missed class.
Andromeda allowed a breath of air to leave her body with a soft woosh. "Fine, but after class, your body is mine."
Rabastan smirked. "Deal."
