|atdelphi (atdelphi) wrote in hp_beholder,|
@ 2014-05-02 16:42:00
|Entry tags:||amelia bones, amelia bones/rufus scrimgeour, beholder 2014, fic, het, rating:r, rufus scrimgeour|
FIC: "A Night to Remember" for the HP Beholder Community
Recipient: The hp_beholder Community
Title: A Night To Remember
Pairings: Amelia Bones/Rufus Scrimgeour, a touch of Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall
Word Count: 1,650
Warnings/Content Information (Highlight to View): *near public/voyeurism*.
Summary: The night of the Yule Ball is special, indeed, for two couples.
"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable." - Mark Twain
He was not sure if it was her perfume, the fairy lights shining on her short, silvered grey hair or the feel of her pressed against him as they twirled about the dance floor, but Rufus found himself thinking thoughts most impure as he danced with Amelia.
Scrimgeour was not a fanciful man by any account; Aurors required keen powers of observation. So he knew what most thought of him; too thin, fading hair still a touch tawny but with liberal amounts of grey and a rather dissipated air about him.
He also knew what others thought of Amelia; he'd heard her described in disparaging terms since they were still in school. Most saw a short, fat witch with thick eyebrows and a heavy square jaw and her hair had never been long and had always been a faded shade of blonde. Early crone edging to hagdom one of his dorm mates had once said and he'd given an obligatory chuckle in the presence of the rest of his friends and hexed him with troll teeth the next time he spied the spotty oik alone.
To Rufus Scrimgeour, Amelia Bones was strong and warm and reassuringly solid. She was refreshingly direct, unfailingly polite and honest to a fault. She was a highly intelligent, powerful witch he had never felt fear for because of her prowess with wand and wit.
They had been the best of friends throughout their school years, sweethearts as hormones exerted their changes on their adolescent bodies and had exchanged virginities as soon as each came of age and never had he been gladder to be but two weeks younger than her! She only grew more beautiful to him as time passed. If he had been a shopkeeper or she had been a minor Ministry worker, their lives could have been so very different. He never truly regretted his career or her own drive for same - after all, why should a witch stifle her abilities for anyone? He merely regretted the circumstances that would not allow them to marry.
He was head of the Auror Office. She was head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a member of the Wizengamot itself. They could be friends without raising eyebrows, but a relationship, much less marriage would create a serious conflict of interest and so they kept their feelings private and their careers intact. Neither resented the situation and both easily set aside all thoughts of the Ministry or their jobs when they came together as witch and wizard.
The slow music from the band finally began to show signs of fading and Rufus slowly edged them both off the dance floor and, only incidentally, toward the nearest exit. In a dignified way, of course; it would not do for rumours to start, and even while he was positive none of the students gave the slightest consideration to the love lives of the adults chaperoning the event, it would not do for any of the adults at the Yule Ball to become aware they were involved. Some knew they had been a couple in their final year at school, but most assumed they were now merely good friends.
The song ended and he pulled back from her and gestured toward the refreshments.
She smiled and nodded and he led her to the table, handing her a cup of punch and gulping one down himself, having built up quite a thirst.
"I hope you won't be too disappointed," she began, making him feel suddenly anxious. Would she want to leave? "My legs are really very tired."
He nodded, crestfallen. "Of course. You'll be wanting to--"
"Find a lovely dark corner where I could perch and we could have a mad snog."
He blinked, uncertain if he had heard her right. Her smile was seductive and made him gulp.
"Or perhaps we could share some other mad thing starting with an 'S' and ending with a 'G'."
"Merlin," he breathed, adjusting his suddenly too-tight cravat.
"Let's, Rufus," she urged, suddenly giggling like a school girl. "We haven't had one off in the school since we were spotty teens."
He managed a respectable exit from the ball room, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm. If anyone had glanced at his trousers, however, they might have guessed at their intentions.