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[13 Aug 2012|01:31am] |
James didn't know what Cepheus was doing, but he knew he didn't like it. He watched the other boy from across the Great Hall, doing his best not to shove the fourth year sitting in front of him out of the way to clear his view. "Why is he talking to Nott?" he asked. He looked at Roxanne. "Doesn't he know his reputation?"
Tad Nott was surprised when the Gryffindor Malfoy came over and sat beside him at the Slytherin table. He assumed that he was waiting for one of his siblings, at first, since they'd never, ever talked before and Gryffindor Malfoy was pretty vocal about the fact that he was a special snowflake who landed in Gryffindor, but then the other boy just kept looking at him. "Do you need something, Malfoy?" he asked, giving up on his chips for now.
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[10 Aug 2012|06:55pm] |
Scorpius ended up in Romania because Charlie seemed like the only person who he could talk to who might be able to help him make sense of the soap opera his life had turned into. He and Victoire were having some kind of fight. Cepheus would always side with Xavier over him. Half the things Scorpius wanted to talk about were about Albus, so he was out of the question. He could have gone home and waited for Charlie there, but that would mean the elves knowing and if the elves knew than his father and mother would definitely find out he'd been home, skipping school, and even if his mother probably wouldn't care, his father would. Worse, his mother and Rider might be home, and it they were home alone they would definitely be having sex.
So Romania it was. He felt like Charlie would probably be understanding about him skipping potions.
Scorpius waved to the woman who worked the front desk at the main offices of the reserve and found his way up to Charlie's office. He'd always loved it as a kid. Charlie's big desk and the huge windows that afforded Charlie a sweeping view of the dragon reserve. He knocked on the open door to Charlie's office and stepped inside. "Charlie? Are you too busy to talk?" he asked, hovering in the doorway.
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[11 Aug 2012|12:08am] |
Caspar was single. And depressed. Even though he'd spent a lot of time trying to find a song to express his feelings, none of them had worked. And he was so lonely sleeping in Hufflepuff by himself. And he really didn't want to sleep by himself. So he pushed himself out of bed, after lights out, and found himself walking to Slytherin.
He'd remembered the password from when he and Scorpius had been together. He walked down the boys dormitory until he found Xavier's, then pushed it open and walked inside. Without saying anything, he stripped off his shirt, only wearing his pajama pants and crawled onto Xavier's hips, kissing him deeply. "I'm lonely." He whispered. "Wake up."
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[04 Aug 2012|05:41pm] |
James was dirty and sweaty from Quidditch practice, and his throat hurt from barking orders at the team for the past hour and a half. Some of them had let themselves get out of practice during the break and it was his job as captain to give them hell for it. He grinned, running a hand through his wind-tossled hair, and then slung an arm around Roxanne's shoulders as he watched thw new Beater limping off the field.
"Slytherin is going to ruin us at this rate," he told her, grinning a little. "At least I put the fear of God into the new kid. If he doesn't want to spend practice doing high-altitude laps with a bat in his hand, he shouldn't let himself get out of shape. It was only three bloody weeks of vacation. I managed to fly every day."
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[04 Aug 2012|08:16pm] |
Louis was determined. He as going to beat Gwen at this bet if it killed him. No regrets. So he'd done what any normal person would have done. He was going to make sure he was able to beat her, no matter what the cost. So he walked through the halls with the parchment he'd been given by the head of his house, humming to himself.
When he reached the office for History, he knocked on the door and waited. Nothing was going to stop him. It was a challenge and there was a bit of Gryffindor in him, after all.
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[03 Aug 2012|08:15pm] |
Scorpius could hear people moving around outside the bedcurtains, so he did what he did every morning and pulled the blankets closer, cocooning himself in them and then making sure they were firmly over his head so no light got in to bother him. He wasn't a morning person. Everyone knew that. All his dorm mates knew he wasn't a real person until he'd had some coffee, and that Scoprius was perfectly fine with skipping breakfast and stumbling into his first class just as it was about to start. If he really needed to get up, Xavier would deal with him, or sometimes Albus would make the trek from Gryffindor to drag Scorpius to Hogsmede or to the Quidditch pitch for a game.
Kit woke up lying in bed next to Albus and smiled. He kissed the other boy's cheek and then sat back and stretched. Even if they hadn't had sex the night before, it still felt good to wake up next to his boyfriend. Even if Albus's morning hair was ridiculous. It was kind of cute, the way he puffed up in the night. Kit reached out to play with Albus's curls. "Wake up before I start feeling creepy for watching you sleep."
Ana woke up feeling smothered in a happy way. Brutus had his arm around her and was lying half on top of her, holding her close like she was his teddybear. She smiled to herself, shifting and trying to ignore the fact that he was poking her bum. She kissed his hand. "Good morning, Brutus."
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[03 Aug 2012|01:00am] |
Gwen Bobbins found her best friend sitting in the library smoking, which was just typical Louis, really. She smiled as she walked over to him and set her books down in front of him with a thump. "I had a terrible break," she tried to say, in mangled French, so it come out, "My terrible break." She flopped into the seat next to him. "My parents France to take myself." She switched back to English. "It was supposed to improve my French skills, but it did not. My mother hates that Hogwarts doesn't teach language classes. She doesn't get that being a witch is totally cooler."
She made grabby fingers at Louis's cigarette. "How were your holidays? I'm dying for a smoke. I haven't had one since I chain smoked your pack on the way to King's Cross before break."
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[01 Aug 2012|11:07pm] |
Scorpius was conflicted. He couldn't stop thinking about Albus and what they'd done and he'd been avoiding Caspar because even thinking about the other boy made him feel guilty. Even if he didn't regret having sex with Albus at all. Or he didn't, but also he kind of did because then he'd had to watch Albus and Kit Smith walking around attached at the hip that morning, looking rumpled, and it was kind of obvious what they'd done together. Maybe because he'd been the first person to make Albus look that way. Maybe because half of Hufflepuff was giggling about Albus spending the night.
Albus was happy with Kit. Caspar was sweet and talented and handsome. It wasn't like Scorpius was settling. He and Albus were friends. Just friends. Albus loved him as a friend. Once the fact that he and Albus had had sex was less prominent in Scorpius's mind, he probably wouldn't feel so heart-sick over the whole thing. So he waited for Caspar's last class of the day to get out, then approached him as he left the classroom. "Hey," he said, giving the other boy a slightly apologetic smile. "I've been terrible since we got back to Hogwarts. Completely missing in action. Want to find someplace to... study?"
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[31 Jul 2012|09:03pm] |
Kit was excited to see his boyfriend again after days spent apart while they both packed up and spend some last minute time with their families before coming back to Hogwarts. They'd sent texts, but it wasn't alone time, and what Kit really wanted was alone time with his boyfriend. When he saw Albus walking fown the hall, he pounced.
"Hello, handsome." Kit grinned as he wound his arms around one of Albus's. He leaned up and kissed him. "I have the best idea for a duet for us to sing in choir at the end of the week. I just need your Quidditch practice schedule so we can work out when we both have time free for each other."
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[31 Jul 2012|04:38am] |
Brutus had a low tolerance for the amount of first years that seemed to think they didn't have to give him what he wanted. Clearly they were mistaken. He frowned to himself as another first year Hufflepuff informed him that he wasn't allowed to go into their common room. He grabbed the younger boy and slammed his head into the wall outside of where the entrance was. That was enough to get the boy to hit the butterbeer barrels in the right order to let him in.
Letting the kid walk it off, Brutus slipped into the Hufflepuff common room. And that was where he sat down, even though most people were looking at him as if he were lost. Ana would have to come down eventually.
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[30 Jul 2012|03:59pm] |
James didn't understand Cepheus Malfoy. Maybe that was why he was so fascinated by him. Christmas had been fun, snogging him after annoying him under the mistletoe, but fun didn't necessarily translate into anything. Honestly, he'd been busy with his friends and forgotten all about the other boy until they'd run into each other in Diagon Alley, and then... Well, and then Cepheus had made it hard to forget about it and topped it all off with the invite to the Malfoy dinner and the night that followed that.
But still, just because James had fucked Cepheus Malfoy it didn't mean he understood him. He knew he frustrated Cepheus, and that he liked the way Cepheus got all hot and bothered when he was frustrated. Cepheus liked having sex with him. That wasn't anything special. People liked having sex with him and James liked sexing them back. That was the point of sex. Cepheus's mother saw right through his smile and his father looked at him like he'd crawled out from a gutter and cleaned up a bit before draping himself all over their son. Cepheus was friends with his little brother. But other than all that, who knew?
James was pretty sure Cepheus didn't like him. Not the way most people liked him. James made friends easily, and maybe part of what made him think about Cepheus so much was how determined Cepheus seemed to be to not be friendly with him. How annoyed he seemed when James even smiled in his direction. Who got annoyed by his smile?
So after getting back to Hogwarts, James had done his best to settle back into the swing of things. He flirted casually. He hung out with Roxanne and Howell and the rest of the Quidditch team. He let girls moon over him and did his best not to notice Cepheus when they were near each other.
And then Cepheus walked over, into the middle of a conversation about the upcoming game against Slytherin, and grabbed him and kissed him and pressed against him.
James had melted. He wasn't used to being the one who melted in a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Cepheus, pulling him closer, and then Cepheus was pulling away and storming off and everyone was staring at him like he had three heads. James couldn't even think of a joke that would lighten the mood, or at least stop the stares.
He did the only thing that seemed logical; he got up and followed Cepheus to the dorms. "What was that?"
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[30 Jul 2012|12:40am] |
"Are you going to tell me all about your stay in France before we get to school, or are you going to make me wait?" Victoire asked her sister with a smile, stretching her leg across the compartment of the train and poking her sister with her toe. "I want to know-" She paused when she saw Teddy in the window, waving madly at her. "Merde."
Louis glanced at the door for a moment, then snorted. "Perhaps you'd like to tell us what you've been doing." He told her, then unlatched the door. "Teddy. What do you want? We're having girl talk about our periods. Go away."
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[26 Jul 2012|06:28pm] |
Albus and Scorpius had agreed to spend some time together. So he'd gotten Scorpius breakfast. With two scones in a brown paper bag and two coffees, he made his way into Scorpius's bedroom to try and wake him up. He put the things on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed, beside the lump under the blankets.
"Hey Kitten." Albus nudged the blanket gently with a smile, then started to pull the blankets down so that he couldn't live in his cocoon. "Come on. I brought breakfast."
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[23 Jul 2012|09:49pm] |
Charlotte was still trying to get used to how huge the Rosier's house in France was. Knowing the Malfoys hadn't really prepared her for other families that lived like this. Or showers that required button pushing to turn on. Or huge dining rooms that seemed empty with three people in them. Or house-elves that did everything for you. It was a little overwhelming. Worse, it was really easy to get lost in, especially when Evan was spending the morning working in the vineyard. She was supposed to meet him on the outside porch, but she couldn't find the door.
Charlotte glanced out one of the windows, contemplating crawling out of it and finding her way to where she was supposed to be outside, when she spotted Evan outside, working. She stopped, walking to the window and watching him through the glass. French wine country didn't have harsh winters, but it was still cold outside and not wearing a shirt seemed silly, but Charlotte wasn't going to object to the view it afforded her. Charlotte opened the window with some trouble, leaning out and smiling at him. "Aren't you cold?"
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[24 Jul 2012|12:04am] |
Caspar still felt awful about what had happened between him and Xavier. Even if he'd wanked himself to death over it afterwards. He honestly couldn't help it. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. But, he knew he had to sit with Xavier and Scorpius through a dinner. He ran his hand through his hair and glanced at the door, adjusting his tie before he knocked on Malfoy Manor's door.
Cepheus didn't like that he'd actually invited James for this dinner. He looked at his brother miserably. "Did you invite that Caspar bloke tonight?" He asked Scorpius. "Albus wouldn't come with me because of his boyfriend. So I had to ask James Potter."
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[22 Jul 2012|04:53am] |
Xavier watched his brother walking around the library. He didn't come here often, if he was honest, but he knew that Scorpius liked it. They had a large collection of books about Ancient Runes and Scorpius had the world's dullest interests. There was a cup of tea and some biscuits by the fireplace, a pile of books stacked up beside a chair. It looked cozy.
Scorpius turned from grabbing another book off the shelf and spotted him, smiling. "Are you coming to join me? That's not really like you."
"No," Xavier said. His eyes moved over Scorpius, taking in everything about his brother like he hadn't grown up with the other boy. Like he was just his competition for Caspar and nothing else. "Just looking for you."
"What for?" Scorpius asked, moving back to his chair and taking a seat.
Scorpius looked like he belonged in a high-backed leather chair in front of an elaborate fireplace. Even if he was dressed in jeans and a jumper, there was something about the way he held his head and the way his hair glowed gold in the light from the fire that gave him the air of a lord in his rightful place. He was put together with an elegance that Xavier, for all they had the same mother, lacked. Scorpius was cool and elegant and beautiful. He could walk out into Muggle London and everyone would still treat him with respect because Scorpius was a Malfoy. He didn't know how to blend in with peasants. He looked unreal.
Xavier was big. He was rugged. He took care of himself and his clothes, he put a lot of care into the way he looked, but he would never have Scorpius's easy grace or entitlement. Xavier knew Scorpius worked for things, that he'd wanted things he couldn't have before, like the love and attention Cepheus, Xavier, and Aurora all got from their mother, but Xavier also knew he understood working for what you wanted far better than Scorpius did. Scorpius was a prince. When he didn't get something it was a tragedy. Xavier was a Macnair. When he couldn't have something he wanted, it was a challenge to be overcome.
Xavier smiled. "I wanted to ask you who you were inviting to our last dinner before we head back to school? I'm drawing a blank on a date."
"Caspar Longbottom," Scorpius said, smiling back at Xavier. "As a friend. He has a girlfriend, but we've been spending a lot of time together. I thought it might be more interesting then asking some boy from school or Victoire to come."
Xavier nodded. "Good to know," he said. "Thank you." It was a challenge. Nothing more. And Xavier knew he would over-come it, even if Scorpius and Caspar didn't realise it yet. Xavier was a Macnair. When Macnairs didn't get what they wanted, they figured out a way to take them.
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[22 Jul 2012|12:25am] |
It was generally quiet at Malfoy Manor, but Victoire felt on edge. It was Christmas Eve and everyone else was sleeping, including Teddy whose bed she'd been in prior. Now she was padding along to the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt. But, she stopped when she saw Brutus brushing his teeth. "Could I get in there?"
Brutus glanced over his shoulder to look at the girl for a moment, then nodded towards the toilet. "Piss. I don't care. I'm not looking at you." He told her, then returned to looking back at the mirror, brushing his teeth a little more before he spat out and rinsed.
"I wanted to take a shower, actually." Victoire admitted and then slipped into the bathroom. Her eyes ran over Brutus, shirtless and muscular. He was kind of hot, wasn't he? She chewed at her bottom lip for a moment, then looked up at Brutus, who was looking back at her with a grin. "What?"
Brutus laughed and grabbed her, pushing her up against the bathroom door as he shut it. "I saw you staring." He informed her. "I could give you a little more than a show." He ran his hand between her legs, surprised when she wasn't wearing knickers. "No knickers?"
Victoire flushed, her eyes locked on Brutus. But, she didn't pull away from him. Instead, she slid her hand down to touch his on her, then led his finger inside of her. She moaned softly, rocking her hips against it. Teddy had turned her into a sex crazed monster. "You could do a little more than that, couldn't you?" The look on Brutus's face told her exactly what was happening and her heart began to race. That's what she wanted. This was what she wanted.
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[20 Jul 2012|07:47pm] |
James honestly hadn't thought about Cepheus Malfoy very much since he'd snogged him at the Malfoy Christmas party. He had Christmas with a massive family to keep him busy, followed by spending pre-New Years parties with a bunch of his friends from the Quidditch teams at school, and finding someone attractive to spend the night with. James had been having too much fun to think about Cepheus too much, but when he saw Cepheus out in Diagon Alley with his hair wild around his head, stopping to chat only seemed polite.
James wove through shoppers taking advtange of post-Christmas sales to get to him and smiled. "Happy New Years, Malfoy." He dug out a mini candy cane one of his younger cousins had given him from the tree in the Burrow and hld it out to the younger boy. "Did Santa bring you everything you asked for?"
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[20 Jul 2012|12:29am] |
Kit had spent a fairly confusing day listening to Ana alternate between talking about what a great, rising star she was and how amazing and famous she and Caspar were going to be -- standard stuff -- and wondering if he thought that Brutus Macnair might be able to sing. Kit didn't know what had happened between the last time Brutus Macnair dumped pumpkin juice over Ana's head and threw him in the rubbish bins, but apparently something had changed for her. Maybe she'd watched Grease too many times and decided he was the perfect Danny.
Kit walked into the coffee shop where he was supposed to meet Albus and smiled when he saw the other boy waiting with two cups of coffee. "Hello, Handsome," he said, putting his bag down and taking a seat. "You are not going to believe who Ana's decided she has a crush on. It's even weirder than the month when she wanted your babies."
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[20 Jul 2012|04:39am] |
Caspar had spent a couple of days with just Scorpius. Doing everything with him so that he didn't feel neglected. But, there was still a nagging in the back of his head telling him he needed to talk to Xavier about what had happened. The other boy had kissed him, after all. There was something to that that he didn't understand. Why would Xavier want to kiss him? They didn't even like each other.
Taking a deep breath, Caspar moved through Malfoy Manor, to where the elf had told him Xavier's room was. He chewed at his bottom lip, staring at the door, then ran a hand through his hair and knocked on the door. He turned the handle and walked in. "Xavier? Can we talk?"
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