For: Lor Menarii's Secret Relationship Challenge.

Main Pairing: MaleDominique Weasley/Kieron Nott.

Side Pairing(s): Albus Potter/Alexa Nott, Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy, Louis Weasley/Alejandro Martinez.

A/N: This pairing is, like, canon for me now. They're all I seem to want to write. Which I hope is a good thing, to wanna write my own OC. :P I hope you enjoy reading this and you let me know what you think in a review. More will be coming soon... Hopefully. :)

Inspired by Adele's Set Fire to the Rain and Fun's We are Young.

Dom could hear the whispers directed at his private life as he walked away into the cold late November air, he could feel their possessively curious eyes on his retreating back and his family member's sympathetic glances, but he didn't care about any of them. If he did, even for a second, he would never have made his break up public.

He wasn't sorry he'd screamed and yelled at his low life of a boyfriend. Ex, he mentally added. He wasn't sorry for the slap the man had received across his cheek for daring to defend himself and deny his actions. He certainly wasn't sorry for the punch that broke the bastard's nose a moment later for thinking he still had the right to touch him. The only thing Dom was sorry for was that it interrupted his cousin's engagement party. He would apologize to Albus first thing in the morning, right now he just wanted to be on his own.

"What a scene you caused tonight, Mr Weasley," a smug voice called out. "You're incredibly lucky my little sister likes you or she'd never forgive you for causing a scene during her party, in fact she'd be after you."

Or maybe he wouldn't be alone. Dom turned slowly to face his follower, a small hint of a smirk showing. The man was right, of course; Alexa Nott would not be pleased with him for what he did, but she wouldn't want to kill him like she would anyone else. Besides Al himself, Dom seemed to be the only member of the Weasley/Potter family the youngest Nott genuinely liked. He never asked why, figuring it was better to just accept it; she could change her mind just as easily and Dom rather liked her on his side. "Hello, Kieron."

"I bet she's blaming him actually," Kieron continued, moving closer to the blond. "Lexi's plotting his death right now, not caring what he did."

"Good."

Dom walked away, out of the car park and away from the club to the curb, and pulled out his phone to call a taxi; he'd apparate but he didn't trust himself after drinking. Besides, the club was in a Muggle neighbourhood; even if he felt he was okay or sober, he wouldn't risk it. The call was quick and he waited around for his ride home in silence until he heard footsteps approach him.

"What happened?" Kieron asked quietly, leaning against the brick wall that lined the edge of the car park.

Dom was quiet for a moment, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as he figured out whether or not he should tell the man any of his personal life. They had been friends at school, even though work and their personal lives had meant they'd lost touch, and he was going to become family through marriage in a few months. Dom folded his arms over his chest tightly. "You know the usual; work demands a little more time, guy becomes tired, boyfriend cheats. I never thought I'd say this but I prefer my last ex; at least he just left me."

He felt Kieron's fingers cup his chin and he lifted his head up to face him. "It's his loss. Fuck him. Fuck them both. Fuck them all, every past and future ex you may encounter, because they obviously don't deserve you." Dom laughed for what felt like the first time since he had found out two nights before and took Kieron's hand in his own, removing the man's fingers from his chin and squeezing gently before letting go. It was a rare thing to see Kieron Nott sweet and sincere and he'd never forget that it was possible, but he wasn't stupid enough to comment on it; it would never happen again. Kieron snorted. "You can do a lot better than Morgan Jones anyway."

"I didn't realize you actually knew his name," Dom stated, smirking.

"My sister is marrying into your family and is rather fond of you; I make it my business to know," Kieron said honestly. "Who knows what trouble she'll cause if I'm not there? Someone could get seriously hurt."

"It's good to know I have you around to protect me when your sister goes crazy," Dom said softly. The taxi came then and Dom raised his hand to signal that it was for him. "Now I'm going home to drown my sorrows and burn his things. Good night."

He opened the door, about to step inside, only to be stopped by Kieron's arm against the roof of the cab. "Do you want help with the drinking and the burning?"

"Why are you insisting on being with me tonight?" Dom asked suspiciously. "What's in it for you?"

Kieron shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but decided to just tell him the truth; Dom would either hate him or hit him if he lied, he knew, and he found he didn't want either of them. "I came outside because Victoire asked me to see if you were okay, apparently people remember that we were friends in school. I want to go with you because, first of all, I can't stand another minute of watching my sister and your cousin together; it's sickening. And secondly, I just don't want you to be on your own tonight." Kieron's face twisted in a confused half grimace; he didn't know why he felt he had to stay with the man, he just had to. He pushed it to the back of his mind; they had been friends, this was what friends did for each other. "So, what do you say?"

"Do you still have some Muggle money or did you spend it all at the bar?"

"I have some," he glared. "Why?"

"Because we're splitting the cab fare," Dom answered, leaving the door open when he got in.

Kieron muttered curses directed at the blond for thinking he was drunk, but agreed with splitting the fare and got in. Dom gave the address and they sat mostly in silence, apart from random small talk about their jobs and Kieron's lack of a love life. But it was a comfortable silence, they both liked that they could still just sit together without having to fill the silence with mindless chit chat.

It took Kieron nudging Dom in the ribs for him to realize the taxi had stopped and they were at his place; the pleasant ride home had almost lulled him to sleep and he couldn't remember exactly when he had closed his eyes. They paid the driver, who thanked them quietly, and they made their way into the apartment building and up the four flights of stairs to his flat. Kieron didn't question why they hadn't used the elevator until they were inside.

"I get sick when I'm in moving spaces," Dom told him. "I seem to be fine in cars, but it happens in trains and buses and boats and planes and elevators. Just the thought of going up and down -" he stopped himself from saying anymore, already feeling queasy. "So, drink?"

"Please." Kieron followed Dom the rest of the way into the open plan living and kitchen area and found his way to the couch when the man told him to make himself at home. Dom sat next to him and handed him a bottle of beer, placing the shot glasses and Jack Daniels on the coffee table. "This place is amazing," Kieron said in awe as he leant forward to pour the first shots.

"Thanks, I have my French grandparents to thank for loaning me the deposit," Dom replied, picking up his glass for a toast. "To Al and Lexi and the hope that their relationship will never be as shitty as mine because they seem to work and losing that would suck."

Kieron clinked their glasses together and they toasted the couple, downing the shots in one. It became a game after that, to see who was fastest, to see who could drink more, and they alternated with bottles of beer, until they were slouched on the couch with their legs stretched out in front of them, tangled together, and their clothes messed up. Neither seemed to want to move, enjoying how close they were. Kieron rolled his head to the right, landing on Dom's shoulder, and their arms interlinked. "I never wanna move again," he whispered. "I'm way too comfortable to do anything."

"Almost anything," Dom slurred. "There are still a few things I wouldn't mind getting up for."

Kieron lifted his head up slowly, almost as if it had become a weight on his shoulders. "Like what?"

"I dunno," he muttered. "Stuff."

"Stuff?" Dom nodded. "Certain stuff?" Kieron moved closer. "This stuff?" The awkward position they were sitting in, as well as the fact that they were drunk, made his move messy, but he still managed to find Dom's lips with his own. His hand found its way into Dom's blond hair and he turned his head to face him, able to kiss him properly. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Dom pushed back. "What?"

"What are we doing?" he asked hesitantly.

"I don't know," was the only answer Kieron seemed able to give. He couldn't say what was happening between them right at the moment, he couldn't describe what he felt for the man in front of him. He just didn't want it to end.

And neither did Dom. He crashed his lips to Kieron's and pulled himself into the man's lap, not ending their kiss until the felt the need for air.

Then he led him up to his bedroom.