September 1st was usually one of the best days of his entire year. For anyone who was blessed with the gift of magic, and was under the age of 18, knew it meant it was the day they got to return to one of the most amazingly incredible places ever to exist. It was the place that made him feel happiest, elated even. So why did it feel different now? He was excited to be going back, sure. It meant friends, endless quidditch, performing magic to his heart's content and freedom from the home life that wasn't entirely pleasant. Though still, he couldn't help feeling distressed. Blaine looked through the window upon the wonderful emerald-green leaves lightly flowing with the wind, the vast scatter-clouded sky that rested on the prettiest blue he'd ever seen, and the spectacular shade of scarlet drifting past his window that was the steam from the Hogwarts Express. Usually sights such as this made his heart swell with delight, seeing as he was such a nature slut, but he felt nothing of the sort. It was as if the world diverted to gray around him, through his eyes. Blaine sighed sadly, he needed to stop this. Being away here with his friends, even though most of them were insane, was as good as it got for him. And all be damned if he screwed it up for himself, sulking like a newborn mandrake for no reason, really.
He was knocked out of his gloomy haze by a blow to his ribs. He clutched his side as he huffed out a gust of pain, "Dammit Wesley! What the fuck?"
Wes held up his hands as in surrender and began cackling, "Oh Blainey-bear, I barely even elbowed you with any force! You're going soft on me!"
Blaine gave his friend the best glare face he could conjure up, when their other companion spoke, "I think we may have to hold tryouts for a new seeker this year, Wes. Don't know if pretty boy here is up to par anymore."
Blaine let out a sarcastic laugh, "Hah! Yeah, good luck winning without me, Rudolf Brand."
David feigned offense at being compared to the worst chaser known to man and clutched his heart, "Oh, how you wound me, good sir!"
Blaine couldn't help but smile, "Hey man, it's okay! At least you're not a Kevin Broadmoor, over here." He smirked and gestured beside him at Wes, who looked like he was ready to curse Blaine right between the eyes. Wes took Quidditch more seriously than anyone he'd ever known. That's probably why he's been captain for nearly 3 years.
"Hey! I am nothing like Broadmoor! I am not a violent person!"
"Says the man who nearly broke my ribs a few minutes ago."
He kept glaring, suddenly throwing a few Bertie Bott's beans at Blaine's face, "You're lucky I love you and your dashing face Blainey-boo, or I'd kick your smart ass right now."
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Oh please, you just keep me around for my badass seeker skills and my irresistible charm that saves your ass from getting in deep shit with the professors every two seconds."
It was Wes' turn to roll his eyes, "You're right, I take what I can get. David is my only true love in this world."
David pretended to swoon and fluttered his eyelashes at Wes, "Oh stop it you filthy charmer, you're making me blush!"
Blaine looked between his friends and mimicked vomiting into his hand. They all began to laugh as a predictable candy fight ensued. Wes nearly getting poked in the eye with a liquorish snap, courtesy of David, and retaliated by chucking as many Chocoballs at him that he could muster up. David tried shouting his apologies around them, still giggling quite uncontrollably.
"Hello my babies! Mind if I join your sexy little orgy you have going on in here?"
Blaine immediately ceased throwing candy, and jerked his head up towards the compartment door, at the sound of that voice. Lauren! He leaped from his seat quickly to get to her, but he wasn't quick enough. "Wes, let her go! Let me have her!" he whined.
"Shut it, Anderson! You get to see her more than we do!" David shook his head at Wes' behavior, while Blaine continued pouting.
"Okay. Alright, c'mon." Lauren sighed, patting Wes' back. "You're gonna be seeing me nearly every day for 10 months. Let me breathe!" Wes reluctantly let her go and sank back down to the bench. But instead of taking his previous seat, he sat next to David, knowing Blaine would make him move so he could sit next to Lauren. Blaine wrapped his arms around Lauren tightly, head buried into her shoulder. She hugged him back just as fiercely, one hand on his back and the other mussing his curls.
"I missed you, B."
"Not as much as I missed you, Lorrie."
"Ugh, you guys are gross." Wes gagged.
David nodded in agreement, "Absolutely disgusting. And didn't you two just see each other yesterday?"
Lauren stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed Blaine's hand, both settling onto the bench opposite Wes and David. They were two of Blaine's best friends, yes, but Lauren was his number one. They were each other's everything, and had been ever since before they could walk. She was the phoenix to his flame. They were so close, and nearly always attached at the hip, that people often thought they were an item. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. Blaine was gay, one hundred percent gay. Most people just didn't understand deep-rooted friendship, he had guessed. Blaine sighed contently, feeling less empty now that she was here. He stared around fondly at each of them, then began gazing back out of the window. Doing his best to tune out Wes and David's resumed candy fight and shouting, he thought that maybe this year may actually turn out better than he thought it was going to be.
He had no idea.
Damn, Blaine missed Hogwarts feasts. Food was good anywhere, he practically worshiped food, but nothing beat Hogwarts meals. Nothing. Blaine patted his stomach and groaned a little. He wanted more apple tart, but if he ate anything else, he knew he'd step into a food coma. So he decided to just continue sitting there and let his thoughts consume him. He began tuning out his friends' conversation a few minutes ago. Their annoying banter starting to get on his, and Wes and David's girlfriends, nerves. Lauren could be just as silly as them at times, so she was guffawing along with them. And since he was sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, nearest the professors, he had no one else he desired to chat with at the moment. Speaking of Professors, where was Headmistress McGonagall? She had been absent for a good twenty minutes or so, now. Then, as thoughts of his warm, comfy four poster bed in his common room filled his mind, Headmistress McGonagall entered the Great Hall, and she wasn't alone. Blaine seemed to be the only one who noticed, it wasn't a grand entrance or anything, so everyone else still chatted amongst themselves. She was speaking to a boy, who looked like he might be around Blaine's year. But he could barely see him because he was on McGonagall's left side, so he couldn't be sure. Their heads were bent slightly forward, looking and pointing to the piece of parchment in her hand. They neared closer, and when they both reached the owl podium on the platform, Blaine finally got a good look at him.
Blaine's jaw nearly hit the floor. Who is that? He's certainly never seen him before, he definitely would've noticed. Someone that drop dead stunning doesn't go unnoticed. By anyone. He must be a new transfer, that was the only explanation. The boy was still talking to McGonagall, and continued to pour over the parchment in her hands. Probably discussing his schedule or something, Blaine decided. The boy ran his hand through his hair, and wow, he seriously can't get over how gorgeous he is. His chestnut brown hair, his porcelain skin, his insanely attractive body frame. He wasn't wearing Hogwarts robes, still clad in his muggle clothing. He was wearing the tightest (black) jeans Blaine had ever seen, black knee-high boots, a dark purple longsleeve button up shirt, and a black bowtie. Blaine's hand began to sweat in Lauren's. It was starting to get hot, why was it so hot?
Blaine wondered what House he was in. Oh please, dear god please, be in Gryffindor. Or even Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, he could deal with that. But not Slytherin, please not Slytherin. Now don't get Blaine wrong, he doesn't take part in any of that House rivalry nonsense. In fact, he actually knew some Slytherins that he liked well enough. It's nearly everyone else who had a problem with it. So, it would be difficult to get to know this boy, and hang around him, while his friends carried a good amount of prejudice. Lauren normally didn't, but after what happened last year with..a certain Slytherin and Blaine, she too now carried a smidgeon of prejudice. And he had to know this boy. He has to. Blaine wished he could see his eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul as everyone says, right? And every part of this boy, that Blaine can see, is beautiful. He can't even imagine what his eyes are like. As he began to wonder what color they were, the boy bid McGonagall farewell and began to saunter in the direction of the Gryffindor table. Blaine felt a surge of excitement. Is he in Gryffindor? Could I actually be that lucky for once?
As he began to descend the few stairs connected to the platform, he seemed to notice Blaine staring at him. The boy's eyes finally locked with Blaine's for the briefest of seconds, but it felt like forever, like it was in slow motion. Blaine forgot how to breathe, this boy's beauty was absolutely indescribable. Literally breathtaking, Blaine thought, as he struggled to remember how to inhale. His eyes were a bluish-green. More beautiful than the blue sky he stared at earlier whilst on the Hogwarts express. He remembered thinking it was the prettiest blue he'd ever seen. But seeing this boy's eyes now, he immediately changed his mind. His eyes were the kind you could get lost in, and never find your way out. Wow, when did I become so fucking cheesy? Blaine decided he didn't care, that he'd be the cheesiest person alive to even know this boy's name. The boy began to blush a bit and gave Blaine a slight smirk. Blaine figured it would be rude to keep staring open mouthed at him, god he probably looked dumb, so he returned his smile. He looked away, and instead of coming to sit down like Blaine thought he was doing, he kept walking down the path between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff table. Blaine continued staring at him until he exited the Great Hall. Thoughts of the gorgeous boy still strong in his mind, he decided he didn't even care if he ended up in Slytherin. Screw everyone else, he had to know him.
"Wesley, where the hell are you going?" Blaine nearly shouted, as Wes was headed in the direction that wasn't their common room. David, David's girlfriend Erica, and Wes' girlfriend Daphne tagging alongside him. Lauren had already left for the Gryffindor common room a few minutes ago with a few of her female friends.
Wes whipped around quickly, a ridiculous grin plastered on his face, "Daph, David, Erica and I are just going for an innocent little stroll outside for a bit."
Blaine cocked his eyebrow, then Wes started, "Don't give me that look, Anderson! We still have an hour left before after hours. C'mon, come with us!"
Blaine rolled his eyes and inwardly groaned, thinking 'Why yes, Wesley, I'd absolutely love to tag along as the fifth wheel and watch you guys make out with your girlfriends for an hour'. That bloody git. "No, no. I'm a bit exhausted. I'm just gonna go ahead to the commons. But you guys have fun."
Blaine turned on his heel and sauntered off, Wes calling after him, "Suit yourself, grandma!"
Blaine shook his head, Wes and David's laughter getting quieter as he neared Gryffindor Tower. He entered after he spoke the password, yawning as he did so. If Wes and David came into their dorm later, guffawing like the idiots they were when he was already asleep, he was going to use the first curse on them that he could think of. Consequences be damned. Blaine looked around the common room, seeing if he spotted any of his other friends, before he went to bed. There were only a few people in there. He realized he had been unknowingly searching for a pair of bluegreen eyes and brown hair. He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, and continued up the stairs to his dorm room. Blaine wondered who else was rooming with him, Wes and David this year. He was pretty sure his friend Jeff mentioned he was, so that was cool. But there are 5 beds in a room, so the fifth person was a mystery. Blaine entered his room, walking sluggishly to the bed nearest the door, and collapsed onto it. He sighed and closed his eyes, seriously considering just sleeping in his uniform. He was entirely too exhausted to move, or even open his eyes.
A loud bang echoed throughout the room and Blaine sat up so fast he hardly even remember doing so. He realized someone had swung the door carelessly open, with all the force they could gather, it seemed. Blaine didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. He's surprised he didn't hear their obnoxiously loud voices before they flung open the door to their room.
"Blainey-boo! Why do you look like you've just seen Professor Sprout taking it up the ass by Hagr-?"
"Woah! Okay Wes, really did not need that visual." Blaine rubbed his eyes, hoping maybe that would help to erase the horrifying picture now planted there.
He loved Wes, but sometimes, no-most of the time, he wanted to strangle him. "Wes, what in the hell are you doing back so early? I thought you guys were off to break some rules with your lovely ladies on school grounds." Blaine stood up to change into his night clothes, Wes and David following suit.
"Dude, we were just taking a walk-" Blaine glanced at Wes with a raised eyebrow, "-oh shut it. Anyway, we did-that. We've been gone for an hour and a half. Nearly got caught by Filch coming back."
Blaine stared at Wes and David, confusion etched on his face, "Oh, it felt like I just closed my eyes for a second, but I guess I fell asleep. Which actually makes me angrier at you two for blundering through here like a couple of blind folded cave trolls."
David guffawed, "Oh don't even, Anderson, you know you can fall back to sleep in literally 2 seconds if you wanted to. It's maddeningly unfair."
"Right, so get your knickers out of the twist they're in and quit glaring at us, before you set us on fire again or something," Wes scoffed.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Whatever man, that was one fucking time. Which I keep profusely apologizing for, even though I was never truly sorry at all. You're a git, you deserved it. And actually, I'd be quite happy to do it again." Wes just snickered, unfazed by Blaine's threat. Blaine scanned the room and noticed the other beds were still vacant, "Where's Jeff? And do you know who else is rooming with us?"
David nodded, "We saw Jeff on the way up, 'chatting up' his newest girlfriend," they all rolled their eyes simultaneously, "And he said he'd be up with Nick in a few, and that he will be our other roomie again."
Blaine felt his mood diminish even lower. He'd very much hoped that that new boy would be rooming with them. Which was incredibly stupid to hope for in the first place, seeing as he didn't even know what house he was in. "But I thought Nick wasn't returning this year? Didn't he drop out?"
Wes shrugged, slumping into his bed, "Decided not to."
As if on cue, Jeff and Nick entered the room, voicing their hellos. Blaine chatted with them all for a few more minutes before snuggling comfortably into his duvet. Oh well, he thought. Just because he isn't rooming with us doesn't mean he won't be in Gryffindor. Although, it doesn't matter what house he's in, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time, as long as he's still at Hogwarts in the morning. Blaine envisioned the boy's face as he drifted off to sleep, a content smile planted on his face.
A/N: So, this is hopefully the beginning of an awesome story you can find in your heart to love! :P And I thought I'd just point out that Lauren in my story does look like Lauren Lopez. BUT, I am in no way writing her, they are totally different people. I just borrowed her first name and appearance. ;)