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"He would have probably killed my dad, if we hadn't left." After the ministry had, basically, fallen to Voldemort, muggle-born witches and wizards were prey. But that was in the past, and didn't matter all that much anymore.
And when Avery inched closer, all concern for the previous conversation fled. His eyes cut to the side, wide and a bit uncertain. 'If you want to'? Was this a trick?
Clearing his throat, Leon glanced away again and frowned. "Even if I did, why would you want me to?" He asked, fidgeting nervously. It was a set up. It had to be. After all the shit he'd given Avery over the years, how could the boy not be out for a little pay back?
"Shouldn't you hate me by now?"
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"...A winning attitude, that. You were all muggle-born at some point." It wasn't as if magic created them, after all. More like...evolved talent, magic. "If you look far enough back, at least."
Still, his jaw clenched as Avery moved even closer, goosebumps rising up where the boy's breath danced over his skin. It was toxic, and intoxicating at the same time, and it took everything he had to not shutter a little at the feelings it brought out of him.
"I do hate you, you fucking poof. Or did you miss that part?" Though he'd lost some of the conviction. Was something wrong with him? This was not the sort of reaction he wanted to have.
Though it was increasingly hard to deny some truth to the conversation. A part of him did want to kiss a boy. But kiss Avery? He wasn't sure of that one just yet.
"You saying you want to kiss me, you little fag? Have some sort of hard on for me, or something?" He turned to look at the other boy with a determined frown on his face, hands balling into fist at the touch of Avery's hand. "Want to get into my pants right now?"
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"Forget it." He said with a huff, flopping down to the ground again with a bit of a surly expression. The whole matter was just a giant bother anyway, what was the point? It wasn't like any pureblood like Avery would care about someone like his father.
Swallowing, he moved his arm away from Avery crossing both over his chest as he chewed on his lip. Maybe the mangy mutt had a point. Maybe he was hoping he would hate someone like Avery if he said it enough. He knew he hated how open Avery was with his sexuality, and how...flamboyant he was. But was that it?
"So you want to shag me," he said after a moment, mulling it over in his head with a moody expression. "You've shagged other boys, then? Not just wanked off to porn on the computer, or something?" Leon certainly never had done either of those. He still wasn't brave enough to look at that sort of thing...well, not more than a picture or two. That stupid magazine he'd gotten for a Secret Santa had proven more...useful than he'd like to admit.
Sitting up again he, he unfolded his arms and pointed a bit accusingly at the other boy. "I have a girlfriend, you know. Isn't like I'm just going to go shagging people like you."
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He had something to say, but whatever it was died the moment warm lips pressed against his own. For a moment everything stood still, in the story book way that often spoke of 'that first kiss'. It was electric, and horrifying at the same time. He sat frozen, unsure of what to do even as his heart began to beat wildly.
Push him away, push him away... a part of his mind argued, while another hissed with excited enjoyment. He couldn't decide, he couldn't figure out what he needed to listen to...
And in the end, a hand reached up as Avery started to pulled away. His fingers brushed lightly over the other boy's soft skin gingerly, as if he'd never before touched another person. Closing the small gap between them, their lips met for a second time.
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"What's with you and thinking I just want to fuck off and shag?" The idea was terrifying. He had only ever had sex once, and it had hardly been this wonderful, glamorous experience. He was pretty sure, in fact, that it had been a natural train wreck.
"What? How do you even go from kissing to shagging? How does that even remotely make sense to you?" He rolled his eyes, "sorry, hate to disappoint."
But then he stared at the boy, unsure if he even wanted to answer that. They'd kissed, after all, not fallen in love and gotten married. Why did he even want to know that sort of thing?
"Don't take it so personal," he said with a bit of a sigh, reaching up to rub his forehead. "I hate everyone equally. And myself the most. Don't feel so fucking special."
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"I never said I wanted to do it here, I just said that it was a natural progression," he clarified. Not that he'd turn Leon down if he offered, but that was very unlikely right now. "And no, I haven't, but you're welcome to double check if you like."
Avery's hand worked its way up slightly, stroking the lengths of each of Leon's fingers in turn.
"But why do you want to be like that? It's depressing. Shouldn't you see someone about that sort of thing? I would." Avery sighed and brushed a hand through his hair. It was like dealing with a petulant child. How was he meant to seduce this?
"Fine, fine, we'll change the subject," Avery replied wearily. He was quite pleased that Leon had liked the kiss though; that was a start, wasn't it? "You know what you were saying earlier, about your uncle...well it's just that I noticed you were taking your time with my book and...I don't suppose you'd have much of an interest in all of that dark magic business, would you?"
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"...You want me to grope you?" He gave Avery a skeptical look, before rolling his eyes. Oh, right. Because of course he'd never thought about 'professional' help. It wasn't like that had never been spoken aloud by anyone or anything.
"Oh yeah, you spend your life being happy because a pill makes you 'happy'. It isn't like you don't know it is all fake. All some giant lie, mocking you." He was broken goods, and why anyone wanted his company was beyond him. "And when people are too busy hating you, they can't very well be disappointed about how you never measure up to their expectations. It works for me, why break system?"
But then his brows shot up, and he pushed himself up on one forearm too look down at Avery. As he sat and wondered about the questions before him, one finger curled up and hooked about Avery's, holding it captive in a loose grip. "And if I said I knew a bit?" He asked skeptically. After all, the Dark Arts wasn't something most people wanted to own up to.
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