Disclaimer: Characters and names are not mine, they belong to JKRowling. I'll put them back when I'm done playing.
Warning: Nothing for the prologue.
Author's Note:This particular plot-bunny has been hopping around in my head for a while now so I've decided to let it go. Originally this was going to be a long one-shot, but I've changed my mind. The first chapter is already partially written and will be up soon. Please keep in mind that this is m/m slash and an AU. Rating will start at T but may change to M later on.
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Admired
Prologue
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He knew from the moment he saw him that they were meant to be together.
The blond man had walked into the small coffee shop like he owned the place, and judging by the way he dressed, he could have. His long legs were clothed in expensive designer jeans that tucked into equally pricey black boots just below the knees. A grey shirt, the same light shade as his eyes, was partially hidden by a black jacket that was recently featured in an article on Armani's fall collection. It wouldn't be available to the public for another three weeks. The vision of beauty was pleasantly pale and his admirer couldn't locate a single blemish on his delicately angled face. Everything about the man was in perfect order. Not one strand of shoulder length, white-blond hair dared to loosen itself from the small black band that held it back away from the stranger's lovely face.
The man could not help but stare at the angel as he strode up to the counter and ordered some tea and a light pastry. The girl at the register giggled and fluttered her eyes in a poor attempt to flirt and catch Gorgeous' attention. The man smirked when his angel sneered at the girl's doe-eyed stare. He paid, collected his order and moved to sit at an unoccupied table away from the gawking girl. He crossed his long, perfect legs and unzipped a bag his admirer had somehow failed to notice during his earlier inspection. Damn. He'd have to be more careful. The Admirer vowed to never miss another detail about his angel, no matter how unimportant it seemed.
The blond pulled a spiral notebook from his bag and began to dig for a pen. The Admirer strained to see the insignia on the cover of the notebook. It looked like a crest featuring a snake, a bird, a badger, and lion. Apparently, his angel was a student at the elite Hogwarts University. He wondered what year and major. And how old was the gorgeous creature idly sipping tea as he scribbled something on his paper? Or most important of all: What was his name?
The Admirer swore he'd find out. He'd learn everything about his angel and then finally approach and woo him. He had no doubt in his mind that the blond would accept his advances. They were simply meant to be together.
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