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Darren/Aland
"Do it," Grail heckled from his lounging seat on a swank chair in the Avery's den. "DO IT OR I'M LOCKING YOU IN A ROOM WITH JORKINS!"

There were titters of drunken laughter and a few snickers from the rest of the teenagers scattered around the room. Darren shot Grail a warning look. "Fuck you," he said with a point of one finger. Grail merely smirked and took another drag off his fag.

Darren turned his attention back on Aland who had crawled over half-heartedly after being given his dare. Letting out a long apprehensive exhale, Darren sized up his best friend. This was for the greater good. A five second snog between two blokes would open up the door for a ten second snog between two birds, right? Gods, he hoped so.

Nervously flicking his tongue over his bottom lip, Darren clapped a hand on the back of Aland's neck. An encouraging whoop went up from a trio of girls that sat adjacent to Darren. He threw them a half smile but turned back when he felt Aland grip the front of his shirt. Their eyes met and Aland tentatively rose one brow. It was about then that Darren realized that his stomach felt funny with Aland being close like this.

Christ. No. It was the booze. It had to be the booze.

"Let's fucking get this over with," Darren said finally and tugged the other boy's head forward. A girl's squeal caused them both to pause in hesitation before Darren kissed Aland, hard.

"OH, SHIT!" was Grail's bellow of surprise over the sudden rise in the din. "ONE! TWO! Fucking hell! Enjoying that soft mouth aren't you Quigg?!"

Darren waved an obscene gesture in his cackling friend's direction. The rest of room was either cheering or in various stages of awe over the display from the two Slytherin boys.

"THREE!"

All right. Maybe Grail was closer to the truth than he knew. Aland was a better snog than Darren had expected - not that he'd expected much to begin with.

"FOUR!"

Darren grunted when he felt the other boy push closer and straddle his lap - probably just for show. But wait. Was that Aland's tongue he'd just felt tease behind his upper lip?

"FIVE!"

The snogging boys broke, but they didn't immediately disassemble themselves. Nor did they rush to meet the other's eye. Darren swallowed slowly in an attempt to clam his racing pulse.

There was smatterings of laughter and clapping, but Grail was the loudest of them all and somehow had managed to slide of his seat to dump on the floor where he was coughing and trying to regain himself. But failing. Massively.

"I knew it! I knew it!" he was shouting. "You queer fucks! I KNEW IT!"

Darren gave a roll of his eyes and released his best friend. "Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too," he grumbled under his breath as he watched Aland discreetly adjust his own trousers as he slide off Darren's lap. Darren felt the sudden urge to do the same but at that moment, Prisca Pucey settled down in Aland's place with a sly grin. Darren gave her a lazy smile but glanced past her to catch Aland's eye and he knew they were thinking the same thing.

That one was definitely going to bite them in the arse in the morning.