Author: Roxanne
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Tom Felton/Rupert Grint (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not true, don't sue
Distribution: Anywhere, please ask first though
Summary: Character piece.

Rupert acts for the same reason he does anything –
it’s a laugh. 
He’s not ambitious like Emma or enthusiastic about
‘the craft’ like Dan. 
He tried for the part of Ron because he had red hair
and his school had a sign up about auditions. If he’d
had plans for the weekend, he wouldn’t have bothered,
but his friend had broken his ankle so he had nothing
better to do.
Unlike Dan or Emma, he’s made another film since
Harry. Although it sounded rubbish (even to Rupert,
who’s aware that his tastes don’t match the other’s
sophisticated choices – he loves American Pie, has it
on vid; whereas Daniel earnestly waxs lyrical about
Citizen Kane); he makes it because unlike the others,
he can, and it sounds like fun. 
Daniel is already too big and too busy to make small
silly British films, Emma wouldn’t coarsen her career
with another children’s film, especially one with such
lowbrow subject matter, and Tom refuses to put in
anything more than the bare minimum as far as acting
is concerned.
Rupert likes Tom. He thinks he’s a snotty arrogant
lazy tosser, but he likes him, nonetheless. 
Tom’s the eldest, the ‘big man.’ He hangs out with the
older blokes and so obviously doesn’t give a toss
about the fame thing. He acts jaded, like it's all a
chore and he’s just waiting for the weekend, sometimes
taking it too far in Rupert’s opinion and sounding
like his dad moaning about Mondays at the office. 
He doesn’t hang around with the ‘trio’, probably
thinks he’s too mature for larking about with ‘kids.’ 
He doesn’t seem to worry about his performance as they
do, fretting over tiny intonations and gestures, and
the directors leave him alone so maybe they think he
doesn’t need the constant notes and changes they give
the others. 
He turns up, pulling at his collar, making a big macho
deal about the make up and hairstyling, then slouches
off, not bothering to chat like Dan; who seems to be
running for Miss Congeniality – Rupert sniggers at his
own joke.
But Rupert likes Tom. He’s impressed by him, thinks
he’s cool. 
Tom’s an actor, but he’s not all sensitive and pretty
like Dan. He likes rap, too; and he wears decent
clothes, and the girls on set all fancy him (except
Emma of course, who’d never slum it with someone less
famous or classy than her.) 
Tom’s quiet, he’s not got a big mouth like Rupert, who
can never shut up and babbles endlessly when he’s
nervous. 
He’s not shrieky or eager like Emma and Dan, he
doesn’t show off, like a kid, but lets the attention
come to him. 
Rupert tries to copy that, that casual air, the
slightly put-on Essex style drawl. Tries to calm down.

Tom goes to the pub when the filming’s cancelled, not
to the Green Room or local shops; and there he charms
the bartenders into serving him, and smokes like a
pro; not choking and holding it between his finger and
thumb as Rupert did when he tried it.
Everyone’s so fucking impressed by Tom. Jason blathers
on about his talent, Dan clearly worships him,
journalists who slate Rupert’s ‘mugging’ remain
curiously silent. 
Tom breezes in, acts like a self-centred, unfriendly
twat, then breezes out again. He’s so sure that
acting, and everyone involved with it, is a waste of
his time, and he shows it, even though they’re all
there because they love it, because they want it to be
their career. 
Except Rupert.
He doubts his own box office appeal, can see small
roles in British productions, cameos and character
roles, perhaps a short-lived television series. He
knows he doesn’t have the looks or talent to carry
anything important, and a lifetime of playing the
sidekick doesn’t appeal. He’d rather quit while he’s
ahead, run out the door before he’s pushed. Scam some
of the benefits – attention, money, ’til he finds
something he wants to do permanently.
Tom wants his hobby to be his career, wants to live
it, in and out, every day. It’s impractical, obsessive
and probably a stupid idea, and Rupert loves it. He’s
as impressed by Tom as everyone else is, annoyingly
enough. 
He wants what Tom has – that security. Rupert likes to
laugh, but as his teachers and parents always remind
him, the future’s just around the corner, and Tom at
least, knows where he’s going and what his future’s
full of.
Tom has something else, too. He’s hot, somehow. 
It could be his attitude. Perhaps Rupert wants the
only person who ignores him nowadays; maybe he’s tired
of the easy way, the fun way. Maybe he wants a
challenge, something (someone) difficult. It could be
the slightly fucked up aura Tom gives off that makes
Rupert want to peel him open and look at what’s
inside.
Rupert’s not queer, he’s fancied loads of birds, but
nowadays it doesn’t really matter does it? Bi,
straight, gay; you do what feels good, and Rupert
thinks Tom would feel very good, running his bony
fingers through Rupert’s bright hair, licking his
freckles and putting his leg between Rupert’s, showing
him what to do, losing his cool.
He looks forward to the Prisoner shoot, when Ron’s
broken leg means spare hours throughout the days, to
hunt around the sets, make new friends. Maybe work
what (who) he wants in his future.