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"Hello, Scorpius."
I glanced up at him; he was a Ravenclaw named Tom, and I'd known for a long time that he was gay. Judging by the coy look he was giving me, he knew that I was gay. How the hell had he found out? I hadn't told anyone about it, not even Rose, and I was subtle about it when I looked at other guys. Or, at least I thought I was.
He was vey good looking, I had to give him that, but could I really trust him to keep my secret? He had been "in the closet" for his first three years at school. Everyone had known. He was hardly subtle. I gave him a cold, condescending look. There was no one in the library to witness my charade, but I thought it was better than not acting.
"What?"
"Oh, stop it, Scorp." He smiled flirtatiously. "There's no one watching."
"Look, I don't know what you want–"
He bent over to whisper in my ear, "Yes you do," and then he threw himself across my lap. "You know exactly what I want."
"Get off me, you disgusting little–"
"Oh, stop it," He said, arching his eyebrows playfully, "No one's in here to judge us." He bent his head to speak in my ear. "No one will see."
I moved away from his warm breath, fighting the shivers that moved down my spine. "Look–"
"Don't pretend you don't want me." He whispered coquettishly. Then he stood up and said, as if I didn't have choice, "Hogsmede tomorrow. Noon behind the Hog's Head."
"But–"
"No one goes near there."
As it turned out, I didn't have a choice. I rose automatically that Saturday morning and got ready to go to Hogsmede; I lied to Albus and Rose without thinking, telling them I had detention and was behind on my essays and couldn't go with them to the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes. Once they were gone, I snuck out, got through Hogsmede without running into anyone I knew, and made it to the alley behind the Hog's Head half an hour early. I needed something to get my mind off everything, and Tom was the perfect distraction. I was ready to wait, but he was already there.
"Couldn't wait?" He said, grinning.
"Shut up and kiss me."
Within ten minutes, both of us had abandoned our sweaters and ties. I wasn't sure if I should be glad that it was still warm enough for that. The pile of sweaters on the ground hid my Slytherin tie and crest, and his hands roamed through my hair, mussing it up, so I hoped that if anyone saw us they wouldn't know who I was, since my most recognizable feature were hidden. It probably looked like Tom was eating my face, but you certainly couldn't see it, and my famously perfect hair was now messy, and my Slytherin green and grey were hidden. But Tom was right; no one came here, especially not Hogwarts students.
That day in Hogsmede was the first time I spent with Tom, but it was not the last. Except to coordinate our next meeting, we never talked, only snogged. When we were finished, one of us would stand and collect whatever items of clothing we'd lost, then walk off. We never saw each other at any other time. We didn't acknowledge each other in the corridors or in classes. We just snogged.
We didn't only meet in Hogsmede, although it the alley behind the Hog's Head was the only place we dared to meet in the day. That alley was so dark, and so rarely frequented, we figured we'd be safe there. We met inside the castle late at night rather frequently, not bothered about the rules. On various nights, we could be found almost anywhere: secret passages, unused classrooms, empty common rooms, and the library. I was shocked the first time he suggested the Ravenclaw common room, but eventually I got used to it. Ravenclaws were invariably too caught up in school to miss sleep, so the common room was always empty late at night. It also had armchairs, which were much more comfortable than the cold stone floors of the hidden passages. I never invited him back to the Slytherin common room– no way we would've gotten away with it there.
If a teacher had caught us, we would have been screwed. Not only were we out of bed after hours, we were snogging furiously, and the longer our sort-of relationship went on, the more clothing we lost as we kissed. As far as I was concerned, it was a miracle we hadn't been caught.
We were just destined to run out of luck eventually.