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Prompt: She Will Love You by Aiden.
Character: Zacharias Smith, Veritas version.
Summary: Zach and Aaron discuss their plans to do something they did in game, which was to join and spy on the Junior Death Eaters (or, um, whatever, I can't remember their real name) for the Order/DA, and how Zach has to break up with his halfblood girlfriend in order to do so. Also, I feel like I have to point out that my Zach is British to the point of absurdity, and absurd to the point of Britishness. He's a special boy.
The fort smelled bad today. Like, really bad, like someone had really bad body odor and had decided, instead of showering, they were going to cover it up by stepping (or rolling) in whatever-animal-Hagrid-was-trying-to-domesticate-now manure. Or had just come back from a class with Firenze. Stinky little bugger. Oh no, that was really being too kind, because this was worse than Firenze, and whoever was responsible for stinking up The Ultimate Fort of Hufflepuff Brilliance was going to have to go.
"All right, which one of you little bastards fucking stinks?" Zacharias called out, attempting to give the entirety of the fort-covered Common Room his typical pouty glare. The small groups gathered around the tables and fireplace quieted immediately upon hearing his voice, but no one answered. "I'll sniff every last one of you and add your name to the banned list if I have to, it's bloody distracting!" And, as if to emphasize his point, he tossed his quill down upon the notebook spread across his folded knees, ink spattering the very important doodle he had been working on. Still, there was no answer, though several Hufflepuffs could be seen leaning closer to their peers and discreetly sniffing. It wasn't as if being on the "banned list" for The Ultimate Fort of Hufflepuff Brilliance held any real power, or that being out of the favor of Zacharias Smith was really anything to fear, but life did seem a bit easier when you were on the good side of him and his best friend, Aaron Summerby.
This, of course, wasn't a complete coincidence. Smith and Summerby were two names that carried a significant amount of clout in the Wizarding world, and the sons of the Big Important Guys who maintained this clout were so damn spoiled, they expected the same treatment they received from their fathers' employees. Or, as they liked to call them, underlings or minions. And, besides, Zach was the Quidditch Captain, while Aaron, in what many might call an obvious act of favoritism on behalf of his childhood friend, was the "best Seeker in ever, ever and ever. And possibly ever," according to the eloquent Zach. With their names and athletic accomplishments under their belts, it was only natural that the two would go on to cover the entire Common Room in expensive sheets and pillows, call it a fort and declare themselves kings of it -- and, naturally, of Hufflepuff as well. Most Hufflepuffs were too kind to take down the fort they had worked so hard to construct, and didn't much mind allowing them their delusions of grandeur. They were benevolent rulers, after all, forgetting most trespasses against them and asking only that their roommate, the poor, trodden upon, easily forgotten (by them, at least), and rather pouty Ryan (or was it Daniel?), who had once thrown the two out of their dorm for a week for stripping his bed of sheets to use for a fort for the last time, not be allowed in, and that they don't bloody stink it up.
"All right, arms up, I'm checking all of you," Zach sighed, throwing his notebook aside and dropping his feet to the floor. There was a pause as Zach looked around expectantly at his subject. A moment later, all arms were straight up in the air.
"Oi, you, stinky fucker, out and shower," another voice interrupted the process from the fort entrance, and Zach spun around happily. The shorter, scrawnier form of his best friend stood there, staring pointedly at a second year boy as he held the entrance flap open for him. The boy scurried out of the fort hurriedly, head down and face red, and Aaron turned to Zach, raising his eyebrows at him. "What were you thinking, letting that little blighter in here? Smells like a god damn onion now."
"Oh come on now Aar, adds to the aroma of the room, don't it?" Zach replied, the wide smile on his face evidence that he had already forgotten his ire at the smell of the fort and distracted doodling. "Everyone, arms down!" Silently, the Hufflepuffs lowered their arms, eyes wide as they glanced around at each other.
"Now get back to work and ignore us. Mummy and Daddy have things to discuss," Aaron continued and grabbed the collar of Zach's shirt, dragging him back to the couch the snarky blond had previously occupied. Zach reached down and snapped his notebook shut, as if anxious to hide the stick figures he had drawn doing battle and mooning teachers.
"Please tell me I get to be Daddy, I can't imagine what so many kids would do to my delicate figure." Aaron rolled his eyes at Zach, pushing him lightly on the chest as he fell onto the couch, legs thrown onto the low table before him, his back slumped so far down onto the couch he was nearly laying on it. "Come on, what've you got for me?"
Aaron brushed his black hair out of his eyes as he looked up at Zach and yanked his bag up onto his lap. Loosening the top, he pulled out a small notebook Zach knew all too well; it was the one severely hexed so it was visible only to the two of them, the one containing their plans and where they vented their frustrations regarding said plans, the notebook that would almost certainly get them killed if it was ever found and the hexes broken. Zach's heart always skipped a beat when he saw it. Between those covers were the plans he and Aaron had concocted, to infiltrate the "Junior" Death Eaters, or whatever they had been told they were called at that Pureblood Party at the Parkinsons, and help to take down the Death Eaters in general. It was a task they had taken up with Dumbledore and with that damn Potter and had set out to do with a vague sense of reluctance gripping their chests, that feeling of responsibility finally weighing upon their spoiled shoulders. There was so much for them to do, and they hadn't a clue just how much time was left to do them all. They were working on a tight schedule, they just didn't know when they were supposed to be done.
"They wrote me back, and I got us in. Sort of. We have to do all the official shit--"
"Like?" Aaron pursed his lips at Zach's question, glancing around to make sure no one in the immediate vicinity was listening in.
"Just...things. Initiation things." Zach closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about what the "initiation things" were going to entail, what sorts of tasks he was going to be asked to perform. Maybe he just had to hurt somebody, a fellow student, show that he had it in him. You know, someone like Terry Boot. "I wrote them down, you can look at them later, when what's-his-face is out of the dorm and all." Zach nodded again, flipping idly through the notebook. Some pages were ripped nearly in half, scribbles of "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ZACHARIAS T-BONEHEAD SMITH!" written in both his and Aaron's hand filling them, neat lists on others, some bullet points marked out, some circled and starred, others left alone, possibly ignored.
"Things like breaking up," Zach sighed hoarsely, eyeing the list containing "• no contact with dirty blood -- close friends, girlfriends, etc." This had been the thing Zach had been dreading marking off since he had gotten it into his head to do his part in this war, and to drag Aaron along for the ride. For the past year and a half, Zach had been dating Keaira Bundy, a halfblood girl a year above him. He had done stupid things, they had had their issues and things hadn't always been peachy keen with them, but they made it work in their own sweetly dysfunctional way. Zach had always known that the two of them had no real long term potential, no matter how much they loved each other, no matter how long they stayed together; he had always known that their worlds were too different, and that his family would blow up if he didn't marry a pureblooded woman and uphold the family's status. He knew the Hufflepuff blood ran too strong in his veins for him to ever dream of defying 1,000 years of tradition and changing his loyalties midstream. It didn't matter how perfect Keaira was, how her giggles made his heart jump, or how he would run to her during a time out in Quidditch, shouting, "KISS ME QUICK, I'M LOSING!", and her lips would give him that much needed boost of energy to carry him through to the end of the game. His loyalty was with the Smiths, even if he was going to be helping to take down the leader of the purist regime.
"Don't worry, Zach," Aaron sighed, watching his friend eye the page. Aaron knew how Zach felt, having spent the past several months playing back and forth with Megan Jones, always ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time, one always in a relationship when the other had just freed themselves, leaving the other to pine and wait around, hoping some other young lass or lad didn't catch their eye in the meantime. Aaron knew, because now both he and Megan were single, and he had been forced to spurn her advances in order to help Zach. Hufflepuff loyalty, right? Well, he was staying loyal to the Hufflepuff heir.
"Don't worry about what? Kei's going to hate me, James will hate me for breaking her heart, Isaac will hate me because his wife hates me, Mum will hate me because my brother hates me, and I'll fucking hate me because no one hates me as much as I do for coming up with this god damn plan!"
"She will love you," Aaron cut Zach off in the middle of what he could tell was going to be one long self-pity ramble, yanking the notebook away and flipping through the pages himself. "Don't worry about Kei or James or your Mum, or even Isaac. Just don't. She will love you through all the lies. Even with a Death Eaters mask on. Trust me, she will love you through your disguise, because we all know the true you." Zach crossed his arms and set himself back against the couch, his thin frame sinking into the fluffy cushion behind him. He didn't want to listen, didn't want to hear about the possibility of him putting on one of those masks and robes. How long were they planning on taking this ruse? Would they have to kill someone to ultimately save their world? Zach wasn't a Slytherin for a reason, the ends didn't justify the means for Zach, he wasn't that ambitious. He just wanted to live, and he wanted to have everyone he loved around him, so they could laugh and lean on each other when things got tough. Sometimes, Zach hated himself and his cunning plans that, before now, had, at the worst, landed he and Aaron in a month of detention. He groaned. At least he still had Aaron by his side. He needed Aaron. More than he needed anyone else.
"You say you're in love?" Aaron said. Zach looked up, a pout still firmly set in his features.
"Of course I'm in love. And I blame it on all these little wankers, they've just got me going too soft. I wouldn't even be doing this --" he indicated the notebook in Aaron's hand with an angry smack, sending it straight into Aaron's face "-- if I wasn't going soft."
"Then you should know, fuckhead, she will love you, even if she doesn't want to. She will love you through your demise, which, knowing you, is going to be bloody soon and bloody bloody."
"Oi." That was all Zach had to say, a smirk playing around his lips. What was the use of even trying to be angry around Aaron, really?
"And!"
"And? You got something left to say?"
"And, I do, so listen up kiddo. Don't worry, because I will always love you. If worse comes to worse, we'll run away together and adopt a Korean lovechild to raise and call our own. As long as I get to be the Dad, Mummy."
"Oi, I called that earlier!" With a punch to Aaron's scrawny shoulder, the two scheming Puffs fell to laughing and joking, the notebook shoved back in Aaron's bag and easily put out of mind. They would continue their plans another time, another day; for now, they wanted to be kids. At least for a little while longer.
Character: Zacharias Smith, Veritas version.
Summary: Zach and Aaron discuss their plans to do something they did in game, which was to join and spy on the Junior Death Eaters (or, um, whatever, I can't remember their real name) for the Order/DA, and how Zach has to break up with his halfblood girlfriend in order to do so. Also, I feel like I have to point out that my Zach is British to the point of absurdity, and absurd to the point of Britishness. He's a special boy.
The fort smelled bad today. Like, really bad, like someone had really bad body odor and had decided, instead of showering, they were going to cover it up by stepping (or rolling) in whatever-animal-Hagrid-was-trying-to-domesticate-now manure. Or had just come back from a class with Firenze. Stinky little bugger. Oh no, that was really being too kind, because this was worse than Firenze, and whoever was responsible for stinking up The Ultimate Fort of Hufflepuff Brilliance was going to have to go.
"All right, which one of you little bastards fucking stinks?" Zacharias called out, attempting to give the entirety of the fort-covered Common Room his typical pouty glare. The small groups gathered around the tables and fireplace quieted immediately upon hearing his voice, but no one answered. "I'll sniff every last one of you and add your name to the banned list if I have to, it's bloody distracting!" And, as if to emphasize his point, he tossed his quill down upon the notebook spread across his folded knees, ink spattering the very important doodle he had been working on. Still, there was no answer, though several Hufflepuffs could be seen leaning closer to their peers and discreetly sniffing. It wasn't as if being on the "banned list" for The Ultimate Fort of Hufflepuff Brilliance held any real power, or that being out of the favor of Zacharias Smith was really anything to fear, but life did seem a bit easier when you were on the good side of him and his best friend, Aaron Summerby.
This, of course, wasn't a complete coincidence. Smith and Summerby were two names that carried a significant amount of clout in the Wizarding world, and the sons of the Big Important Guys who maintained this clout were so damn spoiled, they expected the same treatment they received from their fathers' employees. Or, as they liked to call them, underlings or minions. And, besides, Zach was the Quidditch Captain, while Aaron, in what many might call an obvious act of favoritism on behalf of his childhood friend, was the "best Seeker in ever, ever and ever. And possibly ever," according to the eloquent Zach. With their names and athletic accomplishments under their belts, it was only natural that the two would go on to cover the entire Common Room in expensive sheets and pillows, call it a fort and declare themselves kings of it -- and, naturally, of Hufflepuff as well. Most Hufflepuffs were too kind to take down the fort they had worked so hard to construct, and didn't much mind allowing them their delusions of grandeur. They were benevolent rulers, after all, forgetting most trespasses against them and asking only that their roommate, the poor, trodden upon, easily forgotten (by them, at least), and rather pouty Ryan (or was it Daniel?), who had once thrown the two out of their dorm for a week for stripping his bed of sheets to use for a fort for the last time, not be allowed in, and that they don't bloody stink it up.
"All right, arms up, I'm checking all of you," Zach sighed, throwing his notebook aside and dropping his feet to the floor. There was a pause as Zach looked around expectantly at his subject. A moment later, all arms were straight up in the air.
"Oi, you, stinky fucker, out and shower," another voice interrupted the process from the fort entrance, and Zach spun around happily. The shorter, scrawnier form of his best friend stood there, staring pointedly at a second year boy as he held the entrance flap open for him. The boy scurried out of the fort hurriedly, head down and face red, and Aaron turned to Zach, raising his eyebrows at him. "What were you thinking, letting that little blighter in here? Smells like a god damn onion now."
"Oh come on now Aar, adds to the aroma of the room, don't it?" Zach replied, the wide smile on his face evidence that he had already forgotten his ire at the smell of the fort and distracted doodling. "Everyone, arms down!" Silently, the Hufflepuffs lowered their arms, eyes wide as they glanced around at each other.
"Now get back to work and ignore us. Mummy and Daddy have things to discuss," Aaron continued and grabbed the collar of Zach's shirt, dragging him back to the couch the snarky blond had previously occupied. Zach reached down and snapped his notebook shut, as if anxious to hide the stick figures he had drawn doing battle and mooning teachers.
"Please tell me I get to be Daddy, I can't imagine what so many kids would do to my delicate figure." Aaron rolled his eyes at Zach, pushing him lightly on the chest as he fell onto the couch, legs thrown onto the low table before him, his back slumped so far down onto the couch he was nearly laying on it. "Come on, what've you got for me?"
Aaron brushed his black hair out of his eyes as he looked up at Zach and yanked his bag up onto his lap. Loosening the top, he pulled out a small notebook Zach knew all too well; it was the one severely hexed so it was visible only to the two of them, the one containing their plans and where they vented their frustrations regarding said plans, the notebook that would almost certainly get them killed if it was ever found and the hexes broken. Zach's heart always skipped a beat when he saw it. Between those covers were the plans he and Aaron had concocted, to infiltrate the "Junior" Death Eaters, or whatever they had been told they were called at that Pureblood Party at the Parkinsons, and help to take down the Death Eaters in general. It was a task they had taken up with Dumbledore and with that damn Potter and had set out to do with a vague sense of reluctance gripping their chests, that feeling of responsibility finally weighing upon their spoiled shoulders. There was so much for them to do, and they hadn't a clue just how much time was left to do them all. They were working on a tight schedule, they just didn't know when they were supposed to be done.
"They wrote me back, and I got us in. Sort of. We have to do all the official shit--"
"Like?" Aaron pursed his lips at Zach's question, glancing around to make sure no one in the immediate vicinity was listening in.
"Just...things. Initiation things." Zach closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about what the "initiation things" were going to entail, what sorts of tasks he was going to be asked to perform. Maybe he just had to hurt somebody, a fellow student, show that he had it in him. You know, someone like Terry Boot. "I wrote them down, you can look at them later, when what's-his-face is out of the dorm and all." Zach nodded again, flipping idly through the notebook. Some pages were ripped nearly in half, scribbles of "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ZACHARIAS T-BONEHEAD SMITH!" written in both his and Aaron's hand filling them, neat lists on others, some bullet points marked out, some circled and starred, others left alone, possibly ignored.
"Things like breaking up," Zach sighed hoarsely, eyeing the list containing "• no contact with dirty blood -- close friends, girlfriends, etc." This had been the thing Zach had been dreading marking off since he had gotten it into his head to do his part in this war, and to drag Aaron along for the ride. For the past year and a half, Zach had been dating Keaira Bundy, a halfblood girl a year above him. He had done stupid things, they had had their issues and things hadn't always been peachy keen with them, but they made it work in their own sweetly dysfunctional way. Zach had always known that the two of them had no real long term potential, no matter how much they loved each other, no matter how long they stayed together; he had always known that their worlds were too different, and that his family would blow up if he didn't marry a pureblooded woman and uphold the family's status. He knew the Hufflepuff blood ran too strong in his veins for him to ever dream of defying 1,000 years of tradition and changing his loyalties midstream. It didn't matter how perfect Keaira was, how her giggles made his heart jump, or how he would run to her during a time out in Quidditch, shouting, "KISS ME QUICK, I'M LOSING!", and her lips would give him that much needed boost of energy to carry him through to the end of the game. His loyalty was with the Smiths, even if he was going to be helping to take down the leader of the purist regime.
"Don't worry, Zach," Aaron sighed, watching his friend eye the page. Aaron knew how Zach felt, having spent the past several months playing back and forth with Megan Jones, always ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time, one always in a relationship when the other had just freed themselves, leaving the other to pine and wait around, hoping some other young lass or lad didn't catch their eye in the meantime. Aaron knew, because now both he and Megan were single, and he had been forced to spurn her advances in order to help Zach. Hufflepuff loyalty, right? Well, he was staying loyal to the Hufflepuff heir.
"Don't worry about what? Kei's going to hate me, James will hate me for breaking her heart, Isaac will hate me because his wife hates me, Mum will hate me because my brother hates me, and I'll fucking hate me because no one hates me as much as I do for coming up with this god damn plan!"
"She will love you," Aaron cut Zach off in the middle of what he could tell was going to be one long self-pity ramble, yanking the notebook away and flipping through the pages himself. "Don't worry about Kei or James or your Mum, or even Isaac. Just don't. She will love you through all the lies. Even with a Death Eaters mask on. Trust me, she will love you through your disguise, because we all know the true you." Zach crossed his arms and set himself back against the couch, his thin frame sinking into the fluffy cushion behind him. He didn't want to listen, didn't want to hear about the possibility of him putting on one of those masks and robes. How long were they planning on taking this ruse? Would they have to kill someone to ultimately save their world? Zach wasn't a Slytherin for a reason, the ends didn't justify the means for Zach, he wasn't that ambitious. He just wanted to live, and he wanted to have everyone he loved around him, so they could laugh and lean on each other when things got tough. Sometimes, Zach hated himself and his cunning plans that, before now, had, at the worst, landed he and Aaron in a month of detention. He groaned. At least he still had Aaron by his side. He needed Aaron. More than he needed anyone else.
"You say you're in love?" Aaron said. Zach looked up, a pout still firmly set in his features.
"Of course I'm in love. And I blame it on all these little wankers, they've just got me going too soft. I wouldn't even be doing this --" he indicated the notebook in Aaron's hand with an angry smack, sending it straight into Aaron's face "-- if I wasn't going soft."
"Then you should know, fuckhead, she will love you, even if she doesn't want to. She will love you through your demise, which, knowing you, is going to be bloody soon and bloody bloody."
"Oi." That was all Zach had to say, a smirk playing around his lips. What was the use of even trying to be angry around Aaron, really?
"And!"
"And? You got something left to say?"
"And, I do, so listen up kiddo. Don't worry, because I will always love you. If worse comes to worse, we'll run away together and adopt a Korean lovechild to raise and call our own. As long as I get to be the Dad, Mummy."
"Oi, I called that earlier!" With a punch to Aaron's scrawny shoulder, the two scheming Puffs fell to laughing and joking, the notebook shoved back in Aaron's bag and easily put out of mind. They would continue their plans another time, another day; for now, they wanted to be kids. At least for a little while longer.