Title: Easy Going
Genre: Romance
Pairing:… Lorcan/Hugo
Rating: T
Author's Notes: I prefer this pairing and have yet to see any of it written. SO, I think I'll be taking an initiative. For the sake of my lack of general knowledge, just assume that Lorcan and Lysander are older than Hugo by about a year and therefore got out of Hogwarts the year before this takes place. Also, this is in Hugo's point of view.
Disclaimer: I'm obviously not JKR, so I obviously don't own Harry Potter. Alternative character interpretation, however, I will take credit for.
Lightning bugs were already coming out and into the dusk by the time he and I were able to get to the open field that he had been telling me about all school year. I attributed that to the fact that most wizards, if owning a Muggle car at all, own a shitty one that moves at the pace of molasses. He had an American made truck that looked ancient, and he was proud of it, giving it a pat on the side before jumping into the back and inviting me up next to him.
"So. How are you?" His face was all grins and I might have swooned had I not remembered that I have some sense of dignity and self preservation, unlike my cousins.
"Oh, you know. Worried that my mother will realise that I'm not at home studying as soon as she gets home from work and restrict all of my remaining rights. The usual," I answered. He shrugged.
"She does have the right to worry about your grades. NEWTS are damn hard." All of a sudden, he laughed and pointed out across the field and at a moth that had risen from the overgrown grass. "Isn't it splendid? Nature? Absolutely beautiful!" With a sigh, he dropped his arm and closed his eyes, head falling back and exposing his neck.
"What do you plan on doing, now that you're out of school?" I asked. He, with his head still lax, opened a pale grey eye at me.
"Molesting small children," he answered without a hint of humour in his voice. He stared at me seriously for another ten seconds before smiling. "No, no, I'm just kidding," he said.
"You scared me for a second. I thought I might fall into that category of small children." I forced a nervous laugh, pushing the thought of actually wanting to get jumped out of my mind. He seemed to tell what I was thinking, because with a rapid secession of movements, he had me pinned under him, face serious once again and dark blond hair hanging in his face. The metal of the truck's bed was uncomfortable against my back, forcing me to wonder why any woman would ever want to get laid in one.
"I never said that I wouldn't molest you," he said. I smelt the sweet remnants of the strawberry shortcake his mother had made earlier.
My face stared right back at his, just as determined. "It's not rape to the willing," I answered. Immediately, I regretted it. "I mean…"
He smiled again and laughed. "That's true." And he closed his eyes like a prince in the old cartoons my mother had our whole family watch just before leaning in and kissing me. It was a simple kiss, and as far as my experiencing with kissing went, rather innocent. But that was to be expected of Lorcan, I guessed. His lips curved into a wider grin even as he just started to pull away, and the grip that my hands suddenly had around his shoulders slackened so that he might be able to move.
Despite the fact that it was starting to actually get dark and that we would have to leave within minutes, I was satisfied. I nuzzled my head against his chest for those last moments that we spent in the field, and let loose an "I love you" despite my want for dignity and self preservation. Sometimes it's okay to let that go.