Bones
A HariPo drabble
by mew-tsubaki
Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This pairing was discovered by me, so please gimme a little mention if you write them! Thanks! It is one of many of Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings, most of which you may find in the M&MWP forum. Check out and join the forum FUN! Read, review, and enjoy!
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Rabastan is the first one to roll out of bed. He always is.
Theodore tends to play dead and act as if he doesn't know that Rabastan plans this, he always does. Because if Theodore plays along and doesn't act hurt, then Rabastan will keep coming back.
See, that's the problem with Rabastan. He's a very clever man (though how clever must be tested, because he's dumb enough to stumble into Theo's bed time after time), and he knows when to jump out of the fire. Sure, it's one thing to stick his finger in and quickly pull it back out, but he'd never leave a limb in. That's how to be burned.
Instead, Theo—equally cautious—stays still as a ghost and listens to the rustle of cloth as Rabastan dresses. He'd listen for a creak of the mattress, but he or Rabastan would have to weigh something for that to happen. But they're both too light, too skinny for that.
He listens with closed eyes, picturing his older lover (a once-crazy murderer who finally became so paranoid that he's albeit given up his former life) as he prepares to leave. Theodore can picture those long, thin alabaster fingers deftly buttoning his dark shirt. He can hear him putting on his cloak. And he can hear the swish of his long black hair as Rabastan pulls it out of his collar.
"I know you're awake."
Well, that's not fair, breaking the silence and ruining their game. Theodore doesn't roll over, afraid of what's to come.
Rabastan sighs. "This…is just how it is. Nothing more."
Theodore purses his lips, thinking. "It could always be more," he remarks at last.
"No, it can't. If it does become…" He curses. "Brother's mind is broken. He doesn't need to detect changes in me when I visit him."
Ah, yes. The "Rodolphus is crazy without Bellatrix, so I'm not allowed to be happy either" excuse. And if Rabastan had been caught after the war, too, then they wouldn't even be having this conversation. But he wasn't, and so he wears disguises to go visit Rodolphus, despite Theodore's opinion that Rodolphus has only ever been a ball and chain on Rabastan.
"Do you know why I can manage this?" the sane Lestrange says suddenly, kneeling on the bed and hovering a hand over Theodore's shoulder. But he doesn't touch him.
Theodore gives in and peeks at him. "Why?"
Rabastan halfheartedly grins. "Look at us. There's nothing but skin and bones here. I can come here to seek comfort while knowing that there's nothing but skin and bones. With only skin and bones, it means there's nothing beating in our chests."
Theodore wants to point out that that's a cold excuse for never kissing him. But he refrains. He has something better to quip.
He waits until Rabastan stands back up and heads for the door. He doesn't care to bring up their strange history, their degrees of separation (because Theodore watched him from afar, when Rabastan joined the older Nott and others in service of the Dark Lord). He waits until Rabastan has almost closed the door behind him, and then he speaks up:
"If there's nothing more between us, then why do you call it 'seeking comfort'?"
Rabastan slams the door shut, but Theodore smiles. He's won a battle at last.
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Yum. -w- Dunno why I ship them, these skinny boys…but I do. I like the idea of Theo maybe/maybe not becoming a Death Eater but getting along with Rab anyway. And it'd be nice if some Death Eaters weren't imprisoned/killed, because STORIES. *rambling*
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-mew-tsubaki ;)