A/N: This was written for the weekly Dictionary Drabbles challenge on the After Class mailing list.
The theme word for this piece was "intermission," meaning "a temporary halt esp. in a public performance."
"Do try not to be such a cultural illiterate, Potter. This thing as you so charmingly refer to it, is one of the greatest operas of all time."
"Ugh. I can't believe I let you talk me into this. I hate opera. It just sounds like a bunch of people screaming to me. And you didn’t answer my question."
"It is four and a half hours long. And don’t you dare fall asleep. Remember, I sat through the entire 18 hours of your last Quidditch match without complaining."
"You call that not complaining? By the end of the match, you were cheering for the other team's seeker to catch the snitch!"
"I did no such thing!"
"Don’t try to deny it. I heard you when I flew over the stands."
"I make no apologies. I would have cheered for one of the spectators to catch the sodding snitch if it would have ended that interminable match. Now kindly be quiet. The music is starting."
*~*~*~*~*
"Wake up, Potter."
"Ow! Bloody hell, your elbows are sharp! Is it over?"
"No, it’s not over. This is the intermission."
"You mean there’s another two hours to go? I don’t think I can take much more of this, Sev."
"Stop whining, Potter. And I told you before, don’t call me 'Sev.'"
"Sorry, Professor."
"I don’t like your attitude. Ten points from Gryffindor."
"Uh, I hate to break this to you, but I left Hogwarts five years ago."
"An easy to mistake to make. You were acting just like the obnoxious brat I remembered. And what exactly are you smiling about?"
"Anyone ever tell you how sexy you are in your dress robes?"
"I’m not even going to dignify that with a response."
*~*~*~*~*
"Thank GOD that's over. Let's get out of here. You go on ahead, I'll follow you."
"Stop ogling my arse, Potter."
"Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t help myself."
*~*~*~*~*
"You know, we really need to start doing things together that we both enjoy."
"Such as? We have no common interests, Potter. You dislike doing anything that requires any thought, and I refuse to engage in any activity that requires more than two balls."
"Mmmm... that reminds me... "
"Hmph. Stop acting like a child, Potter."
"Doesn’t this prove I’m not a child?"
"No. Children get erections, too, you know. Infants get them."
"Do they get them like this?"
"*Ahem.* Well... my, yes, that is impressive..."
"Mmmm... oh yeah... just like that..."
"Gods, you taste incredible..."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full? Oooh... don't stop..."
"Let's go to bed."
"OK. And this time, I promise not to fall asleep."