Love Transcendent

by Katie

Disclaimer: Peeves and Buckbeak belong to J.K. Rowling (may she never, EVER run across this). The idea (coughBLAMEcough) for this monstrosity belongs to my friend Palmer. I am in no way, shape, or form responsible for any emotional, mental, spiritual, or physical damage caused by reading this. All I did was write the story. Go flame Palmer! Br

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Peeves had never considered himself a homosexual.

Then again, he hadn't thought he was a beastiaphile either.

Or a hopeless romantic.

Or anything other than the world's best prankster, living AND dead, for that matter.

But indeed, he was all those things.

Especially the latter. Those Weasley twins could learn a thing or two from him (and probably had).

It was a Monday, his favorite day of the week. After a weekend of rest and relaxation, real life had intruded upon the students, reminding them that they were indeed at school, and that school required getting up at ungodly hours to learn horrendously boring bullcrap. The students were tired, grumpy, and easy to piss off -- Peeves loved it. He could do the slightest little thing, and the ickle firsties would burst into tears and flee. He used it as a warm up day, prepping himself up for the big pranks he'd pull later in the week.

He was looking out the window, letting his mind drift as the pieces of his latest little joke arranged themselves in his head, bashing into each other and careening off the walls of his intangible skull as if they all had elastic charms cast on them. Eventually they'd bounce into the right combination and be still.

Just as they were about to bounce into shape, he saw it. The most beautiful creature to walk on four legs. Proud. Elegant. Serene. Dangerous.

Peeves felt something stirring in a place where no blood had flowed for centuries.

Upon his noticing, a small contigent of that ethereal blood made its way to his cheeks.

Goodness woodness!

He looked down.

Literally.

Peeves looked up, needing to see once more what manner of creature could create such a physical reaction in something which was most definately not a physical body. As he caught sight of it, the wood in his ghostly trousers got woodier.

It was a hippogriff, the most lucious creature he had ever seen. Feathers made of purest steel, lower body formed from molten silver. And its (Peeves checked its lower body and felt more blood flow to upper and lower regions...most definately a "he") eyes, even from this distance, were the most striking orange. The God of Beauty had cast aside its human shell and found itself a much worthier form in that of this gorgeous creature.

Peeves was most definately in love.

It was destiny; it simply had to be. Who else but Fate could create corporeal desire in a noncorporeal body? Who else but Fate would be perverse enough to have the object of that desire be this stunning, exquisite, erotic hippogriff?

Peeves' resolved hardened with his manhood.

He was not able to leave the Hogwarts castle, even to roam its grounds. Unless his love came to the castle itself, he could not reach him.

But he would. If he had to harrass and blackmail that little Her-Whiney Grangy-er, he would find a way to break out of his prison and be with his soulmate.

Peeves reached down. Soon, my dearest love. Soon.

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Outside, Buckbeak shivered from the sense of impending doom.