"I knew you were a Griffindor!" Simon yells over the din of the Great Hall. "I fucking knew it!"
Abby smiles, enjoying Simon's enthusiasm, and Leah, at her elbow, doesn't seem to mind. She heaps another spoonful of potatoes into her mouth.
"These are delicious," she says, elbowing who — Martin? Someone else? and they respond with a giggle. So maybe not Martin?
Simon leans over, trying to catch a glimpse of Bram, seated with the Ravenclaws. Bram catches him looking and smiles shyly. Hey, you, Bram mouths, and Simon can't help but blush, because Bram is. Fucking. Adorable.
Nick spots the flush in Simon's cheeks and leans across the Griffindor table to whisper something into Abby's ear. Abby giggles, of course, and pokes Simon's cheek. Simon can't help but let out a laugh at this, and Leah shakes her head.
"What has gotten into you, Simon Spier?" Leah seems punch-drunk at the very least. Simon can't decide if he likes this Hogwarts version of her or not, but she certainly seems happy, at the very least.
"Simon Greenfeld, actually," says Simon, sending Leah and Abby into giggles, and Nick raises an eyebrow.
"Tying the knot already?" Nick asks with mock severity.
"What can I say?" Simon says, in fact. "We're young and in love!"
"Well, don't forget to use protection, dear," Leah says in her best grandmother voice, just completely deadpan.
"Yes, Si," Abby adds. She's trying to keep a straight face but she can't hold in her giggles, and when she bursts Leah doesn't even show a flicker of annoyance.
Simon grins, and then the heads of house are leading them off to the common rooms, and Simon doesn't manage to slip off with Bram like he's promised, and the Fat Lady is grumpy and tells the Gryffindor prefect to go fuck off, and this is when Simon realizes it's a dream and he tries so hard to hold on to it, he really does
but
it
slips
away.
And all that's left is the feeling that he's let Bram down and he wants to find him and apologize for not meeting him like he promised and —
"Simon?" Bram's voice sounds near, and slowly Simon remembers why he's waking up next to Bram.
Simon rolls over and plants a kiss square on Bram's waiting lips, and it just completely blows Simon away, no different than the first time.
Bram smiles.
"Hey, you," he says, and Simon rolls him closer on the bed.
A/N:
Sooooo … my first (and possibly last) Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda fic. Anyway, this popped into my brain and begged to be released. Maybe you'll like it? If so, pretty pretty please review. It makes my tiny, shrivelled heart happy.
Do I need to post a disclaimer? Probably not. Am I going to post one anyway? Abso-fucking-lutely.
The characters belong to Becky Albertalli. Hogwarts belongs to J. K. Rowling. I'm not making any money off of this.
Bye
