He licked his lips, eyes trailing down that obnoxious auror's uniform which was highly unflattering. It hid curves and edges, boxed people into androgynous robots, made a man's body look... almost square. People all smelt of fresh paper and dried blood, their eyes all shone with the same dulled knowledge that the field was a dangerous place, reflected in the tears they did not shed for the beloved partners that had been forgotten by the Ministry. It was a dog eat dog world, of the same people fighting to be better for skill and not skin, and then... the cap fell off, and the hair was released.
Gorgeous raspberry hair that shone in the night-time lights, reflected from torches and darkened puddles that contained Merlin knew what. The flash of eyes, that shone, so bright, so living, like this auror had not come to face the harsh truth about the world. That man's body, in a box, with that hair, red and brilliant.
He waited until evening, he needed a taste, needed to know that the world was not so dreary. He needed that hair hanging over his face as a new man fucked him. Perhaps this new man could replace the old ones that had misused and broken his spirit, perhaps he could be remade a new. He could even change his hair colour, a dark brown that fit the Ministry to a startling blonde. He could be new.
The mysterious auror travelled to the lockers, bounce in their step, eyes bright, even still, even after they had already been exposed to the field. A small whistled tune that made his heart soar left their lips like prayers to the almighty Magic above, it funnelled under his skin and made him warm and fuzzy. He could feel it.
Without his own violation his hand shot out and grabbed the back of the auror's uniform, a startled squeak leaving the lips of this young man before they took in the basic auror's fighting stance, wand out before words could leave his lips. Their eyes met for a glorious moment, their's tinted with confusion once realising his own auror's scrubs, his melting with curiosity.. what was under those robes?
"Excuse me?"
They said quietly, room dimming slightly as if to reflect their mistrust. The sound of faint footsteps of workers leaving the building sounded like the drums of their song, what was once a lively place now seemed eerie.
"Hello."
He let go of the uniform, belated realising it was probably not a very friendly move, and held out his hand. The auror's head titled to the side, cheekbones catching light, lips pursed slightly, before they took the hand and gave it two meditated shakes. Their hand was warm against his palm, and the stirrings of warmth in his belly began anew. It had been so long since he had felt this way about another human, been able to trust, been able to forget.
"Well... nice to meet ya, but I need ta head back to ma... um... house."
He blinked, and the mysterious auror of his dreams twisted around and hopped away. He looked forward to seeing them again, and in the spirit of true mystery solving, understand who this vibrant person was.