Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters they solely belong to J.K. Rowling and her estate; I did not and will not profit in any monetary way by writing and posting this story.

Note: It has been awhile since I last read a Harry Potter book so if you find any horrible mistakes tell me in a civilized manner and I'll fix them right up, unless of course my changes were intentional so that my little tale could work then just live with it. Yeah this is a romance involving Vincent and Gregory so if boy and boy together or that paring in general bothers you to the point where you feel as if your head might explode then go and click the back button. Nothing graphic except for language and even that is nothing excessive. Sorry for the long note, enjoy the story and review please even if it is negative, just make sure that if it is negative that it is constructive.

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Vincent's stomach growled mungerly at him, I wonder what they're having for supper, as he walked down towards the lake. It was supper time and the grounds were empty, the students packing into the Great Hall ready to satisfy their egger stomachs. The sun was low casting a fiery display of vivid colors in a picturesque scene. If Vincent hadn't been so hungry he might have stopped to appreciate the sky, and lake which was acting like a mirror, his stomach made more sounds of protest.

"Oh, shut up." Vincent absently said to his stomach.

More grumbles of protest irrupted form his gut as if it had understood what he had said. The grass beneath him crunched merrily, as if laughing at his hunger pains. At least when I'm done I can eat the whole bloody package of rice crackers I stashed away, this time a dull pain accompanied the hunger noises. "I bloody swear, I hear one more noise from you and I'll punch you, and I promise it will hurt you more then it'll hur-"

"grralgahh"

Vincent ceased walking and with no real thought as to what he was doing landed his fist square into his gut. If he hadn't knocked the wind out of himself he would have cursed loudly. Vincent went down onto his knees holding his stomach, the impact had been hard enough to force some tears out. Ten minutes later when the pain became bearable Vincent got back to his feet continued to make his way to the edge of the lake.

Vincent stood still as he scanned the grounds , making sure that no one was around to witness what he was about to do. Once he was satisfied, sure that the grounds were devoid of his fellow peers, he reluctantly removed his robes. Under his robes Vincent wore a blinding lime green tee shirt and shiny silver shorts that were probably a little to short for a boy his size, though by no means were they obscene. His chest heaved, inwardly sighing to himself, as he haphazardly folded his robe, dropping them to the ground when he finished balling them up. Here I go, Vincent began jogging the edge of the lake.

His breath grew heavy shortly after he began, but he did not stop, got to get into shape nobody likes a lard arse. The cackle of the grass grew louder as his footfalls became heavier, his legs protesting this vile form of exercise. He had cleared one fifth the circumference of the lake before his legs finally gave out from under him, making him slam face first into the ground. Blood rushed to his face, his torso heaved in angry short breaths. Somewhere in the distance crows cawed angrily fighting over a grub.

"Arragh! Forget his rubbish! I quit, I'll always be a bloody fat ass!"

When Vincent got up the sun had been replaced by trillions of stars and half a moon, making his way towards his robes, the whole front of his outfit was streaked with mud that smelled of dirty lake water. Fresh tears were welling themselves wanting to escape but Vincent held them back, he did not want to openly shame himself. Though no one had been around to witness Vincent's utter failure he had felt as if the whole school was watching through some powerful magic window, they were all laughing.

As Vincent rerobed himself he saw various black dots walking about, supper must have ended, and it was to dark to see anyone of them clearly. Vincent walked back to the castle, some of the students stopped and watched Crabbe walking alone and thought it odd but nothing else of it. An aura of malice had formed around Vincent making him seem more violent then his normal self. His legs were sore and it was uncomfortable for him to move but his anger allowed him to ignore the pain and power walk though the dungeons and to the Slytherin house.

The common room was bustling with activity, students working on assignments, friends spreading gossip, lovers quarreling over nothing yet seemingly everything. The Slytherin's took no noticed of Vincent as he came in late, to busy in their own worlds to be bothered by him, Vincent was fine with this and slipped into his room quietly and unnoticed. Vincent looked around and saw that the room was empty, god damnit who who's been going though my stuff? Someone had rummaged though his belongings; undergarments were not the their proper place, the bludger his dad had given him had rolled to the opposite side of the room, his bed was riddled with his school parchment, and a wrapper half hidden under a piece of parchment and an undergarment. Fresh anger spreading to his trembling fingers, Vincent picked up the empty rice cake packaging, nothing…but…crumbs.

Vincent loomed over the bed unmoving for about an hour, malice festering inside of him. When Gregory came into the room he didn't turn around, he waited for Gregory to speak first.