AN: So before I get started, I wanted to let you know that unlike the canon Harry Potter where they start at age 11, first years are age 14-15, like American HS. Sam is a fourth year, so this makes him 17. Gabriel and Crowley are sixth years, so they are 19.

Also, this is not a crossover. Yes, the characters from supernatural are at Hogwarts, but that is the only thing that will be from the Harry Potter series. There will be no Harry Potter characters in this story.

Summary: Gabriel and Crowley, two Slytherins, both have their eyes on a certain Ravenclaw. Neither will give up without a fight.

Relationships: Sam Winchester/Crowely, Sam Winchester/Gabriel, and Castiel/Dean Winchester


"Would you stop stalking the fifth year." There was an affronted gasp, the dirty blonde dramatically turning to the slightly taller.

"Stalking? I don't consider this to be stalking, but maybe observing. I'm not that obsessed with the fourth year."

"Could have fooled me, darling." The other simply said, adjusting his green tie.

"I don't think you have room to talk, Crowley. You stare at him all the time these days." There was a snort, but the other was certain a pale blush had formed. "Who knew we would like the same Ravenclaw, huh?" Ignoring the question, the darker haired wizard shrugged.

"For once you have decent taste, Gabriel." He smirked at the annoyed huff and glanced to the direction the other Slytherin had previously been staring at.

"It's times like these I'm grateful my little brother befriended the older Winchester. It gives me an excuse to interact with him sometimes." Gabriel admitted, a small, smug smirk on his lips. Crowley merely chuckled leaned against the cool wall, sighing to himself.

"You're forgetting that Dean and I used to be besties, angel." Crowley flicked some invisible lent from his uniform, seemingly disinterested. "I'm actually friends with the plaid-wearing giant." When he noticed a challenge spark up in the other wizards' eyes, Crowley nearly groaned in pure agony.

"Then how come you rarely speak to him?" Rolling his eyes, Crowley held back another snort.

"You know, the world doesn't revolve around you. I have a life when I'm not around you, Gabe." The darker haired wizard retorted, looking at the glaring eyes. "What, are you jealous?"

"Considering I've liked Sam for a while, yes."

"You're not the only one." Crowley reminded, eyes narrowing. This caught the other by surprise, and the glare faded away.

"Wait. You have?" He received a nod from the taller wizard.

"That's what I said. Any more ridiculous questions?"

"How long?" It was dead silent and the other shrugged.

"Does it really matter how long I've liked him?"

"Of course it does!" Gabriel nearly exclaimed, and Crowley resisted the urge to rub his temples in exasperation.

"For fuck's sake. I've liked him since the ending of our fourth year, alright? Happy now?" Crowley snapped, causing the other to nearly choke in surprise.

"That's over a year!" Gabriel said, his jaw slightly dropped in surprise.

"Yes, thank you for brilliant observation." Crowley said with another annoyed eye-roll.

"I really had no idea. How come you never said anything?"

"I didn't feel like it needed to be said. Until now I suppose." Crowley shrugged in indifference, and for some reason, it made the challenge reappear in Gabriel's eyes.

"Until now. What does that mean?" There was a deep sigh from the other who shook his head at the clueless Slytherin.

"Do I really need to explain what it means? Can't you figure it out yourself?" Crowley asked, and when he gazed into the brown eyes, he found his answer. "Now that you've started to speak about your attraction to Sam, even going as far as to be alone with him, I had to tell you about mine. Ultimately, it means I'm not going to stand by while you steal him, and break his heart."

"I wouldn't do that!" At the glare, Gabriel shrunk into himself. Crowley's glare was well known around the school and it was always terrifying to be the one under the stare.

"I've known you for six years now, you idiot. I've watched your relationships and I'm not letting you do that to Sam."

"He's different though! I would never willingly break his heart." Gabriel stood tall, getting defensive. "If I did, I may as well have a death wish on my head! Dean wouldn't hesitate to get me, and now you." He explained, crossing his arms. "I want a long-term relationship with Sammy, not to use him as sex." It was like Gabriel's words had some sort of magic within them, and Crowley briefly wondered how to protect himself from that new magic.

"Even if you are serious about Sam, so am I." Crowley said after a moment of silence as he tried to think of something to say.

A challenge it was then, and Crowley wanted nothing more than to hex the smug smirk that was forming on Gabriel's lips.

"I have my flirting reputation for a reason, Crowley. Not to mention the nickname too." Crowley tilted his head to the side and hummed, looking over his appearance.

"You do have a nickname, but I wouldn't label your flirting as anything spectacular. You lack a few things, such as tact and charisma, darling. Not to mention your utter lack of subtlety as well."

"So you think you could flirt with Sam better than me?"

"Didn't you listen to me? I know I could." Crowley nearly laughed, watching with a twisted glee as his friend's face turned incredulous. "I also know him fairly well, unlike you." Gabriel was about to say something, but Crowley continued. "Sam is in Ravenclaw for a reason, Gabriel. He doesn't fall for cheap flirts and ignorant innuendos." The other wizard growled and clenched his fist, trying to hold back from firing a hex at the wizard who was still leaning against the wall.

"How about we test that out then?" Gabriel spoke up, ready for war. "First one to get a kiss from him wins." Crowley gave a long, suffering sigh at the challenge.

"Really? We're making this a challenge? Getting with Sam isn't a game to me." That seemed to make the other pause, but speak up again.

"It's not a game to me either, but I'm not afraid to take a few risks to get him. Unless you'd rather sit back and watch me make sweet Sam all mine." Something snapped in Crowley at those words, and for a second, Gabriel was sure those eyes blazed a deep crimson red. It only served to make him shrink even more.

"You're on, trickster." Gabriel smirked at his nickname and chuckled, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he said,

"I hope you know, this means war." The lighter haired wizard threatened, but Crowley wasn't the least bit worried by the words.

"Oh, I know. You better watch your back, Gabriel. You have more to worry about than just me." Pausing in confusion, the other tilted his head to the side, something his younger brother did as well.

"Crowley, what the hell are you talking about?" Was that a hint of nervousness, or was it simply the sound of terror coming from the dirty blonde wizard? Regardless, Crowley revealed in the sound briefly.

"You'll see." Crowley warned as he walked away, leaving Gabriel anxiously watching.


Hope you liked this first chapter!