Drabble Day Prompt 4

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Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!

ETA Additional Rule: Because I just got the question... combining prompts is all good - there are no rules on Drabble Day!!! Post wherever, just mention that it includes other prompts for when I add things up at the end of the event.

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Er, this turned into 2k on me.

"Well, I mean, but he's not that fit, is he?" Lorcan tries, gnawing on the edge of his fingernail and staring out the window, budged up against Albus's shoulder as they sprawl across Lysander's bed.

Albus will say this for Gryffindor: their dormitory lacks the ambiance of his House but the view is miles better. Now, for instance, there's a rather pricky Potions substitute sitting-sprawling on the lawn in just a loose shirt and trousers, smoking lazily and pouring over a magazine. As far as Albus is concerned, it's views like this that make sneaking into Gryffindor worthwhile, because there's certainly no opportunity to watch Please-fuck-don't-call-me-Professor Malfoy from his own dorm.

And yeah, Merlin yeah, Please-fuck-don't-call-me-Professor Malfoy is absolutely that fit. He's put The Slug to shame since he arrived and every time Albus sees him, Albus sees something new to like. Smoking and reading on the Hogwarts lawn, in blatant violation of Filtch's rules, that's precisely the sort of thing Albus can get behind.

What really makes it, though, is how relaxed Mr. Malfoy seems, like he's done this exact thing a thousand times and he hasn't thought twice about picking it up here at Hogwarts. Albus wonders about that, how many other places Mr. Malfoy's slipped off his robes, unbuttoned his collar, and stretched out like this, how many other people have had the sense to just settle in and watch him at it. Probably loads, Albus thinks, because Mr. Malfoy's sort of pretty anyway but he looks so good in the sun, Albus can't imagine passing by him and not stopping to stare.

"Oi," Lorcan protests, jostling him with a quick knuckle-knock shove to the shoulder. "We didn't sneak in here to gawp."

Albus shoots him a dirty look because Merlin yes, they did. "Don't bitch at me because Irene's not out there, too," Albus counters. "It's hardly my fault she's escaped to the library on you."

Albus thinks about throwing in a bit about how oh, poor Lorcan, the only Ravenclaw in the school's history to be banned from the library for a week on account of misbehaviour in the stacks, but he doesn't, because he knows it's something of a sore spot still. Someday, Madame Pince is going to realize the Scamander boys swap robes sometimes and get up to no good, but until that day comes, he'll have to do the best mate thing and smuggle Lorcan out books, keep him abreast of all the goings-on.

Lorcan makes a resigned face, mouth pulling down like a shrug, then gets back to gnawing on his nail. Any other time, the constant clicking of it would drive Albus spare, especially since he's trying to concentrate on something else, but just now, he's got Mr. Malfoy to watch.

The clicking doesn't really rate, next to that.

"I thought we were up here to mess about with 'Sander's things," Lorcan muses. "Are we not?"

Mr. Malfoy stubs out his cigarette, moves his mouth a little and sends it up into the sky in the shifting form of a folded paper bird. Albus can't help but smile. Then Mr. Malfoy's making a face at his magazine, his fuck-Merlin-what-is-this-bullshit one like he makes when Nick Hardy-Wallace and Persephone Parkinson pass their Potions in, and Albus likes loads about his new favourite professor but he thinks maybe he likes that face best. Certainly that's when things tend to go entertainingly awry, and if there's anything more appealing than how easily Mr. Malfoy handles potential disaster in his classroom, Albus hasn't seen it yet.

Rest is here (http://curiouslyfic.livejournal.com/29538.html#cutid1).