Hello! This is the first time I've written a lot of these characters, so I apologized for anything that seems out of character.
Thank to Laura4992 for the prompt.
Prompt: You could have Reed in Hufflepuff and Shane a recent transfer from Durmstrang into Gryffindor and he tries to woo the shy, adorable Hufflepuff who can never do a potion right and is always tripping over his shoelaces XD You could even have Shane telling Reed he is a good wizard (have him surprisingly really good in Herbology or DADA or something) coz Reed's saying he might as well be a squib since (he thinks) he's so bad at being a wizard.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me! Kurt, Blaine, Wes, and David belong to Glee. Reed and Shane belong to CP Coulter. Hogwarts and anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
"No." Blaine's spoon clattered onto the table, splattering Reed's face with soup. Reed yelped and furiously tried to rub the hot liquid out of his eye. Kurt sighed longsufferingly and waved his wand, clearing Reed's eye.
"What's wrong?" Kurt surveyed his boyfriend's slack-jawed expression.
Before Blaine could explain, a wild haired, bright-eyed boy threw himself into the seat next to Blaine. "Surprise, Blaine!"
"What are you doing here?" Blaine hissed.
"Transferred this morning! I've been trying to find you all day! This school is huge. Even bigger than Durmstrang!"
Reed titled his head curiously. "You're from Durmstrang?"
The boy's eyes shifted to his. "Hey there cutie. Yeah, I transferred." Reed blushed and ducked his head.
"Who are you exactly?" Kurt asked.
"This is my brother, Shane. He's a pain and isn't supposed to be here."
"Blainey, I've said it twice now. I transferred. I am supposed to be here. In fact, I'm supposed to be in Potions in ten minutes." Shane hadn't taken his eyes off Reed since he first looked.
Blaine groaned and shoved his soup away, splattering Reed's face again this time getting on his tie. Reed sighed. "We've got a few minutes before class. I'm going to go clean this out of my tie." He glanced at Shane again, whose eyes were still glued to Reed. Blushing, Reed stood too quickly and tripped, landing on the floor.
"You okay?" Wes asked, not even looking up from his soup.
"I'm fine!" Reed blushed furiously, glancing at Shane again. "I'll see you guys later." He headed toward the door, not making more than five steps before tripping over an untied shoelace.
Shane stared after him, mouth slightly open, eyes glazed. "Who was that?"
Blaine slugged him in the arm. "No, Shane."
He wouldn't admit if for a million Galleons, but Shane was incredibly nervous. He hovered nervously outside the classroom door for a moment before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open before he could talk himself out of it.
He scanned the classroom quickly for empty seats. There was one right next to the stammering, clumsy blond boy that he'd met at lunch. Shane wandered leisurely over , playing nonchalant. "This seat taken?"
Reed looked up from the book he was studying intently and let out a squeak of surprise, dropping it to the floor. Upon bending to pick it up, he dropped to the floor. Shane rushed to help him up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you! Shane, by the way."
Reed blushed and carefully sat back in his chair. "Reed Van Kamp. No, the seat isn't taken, but you probably don't want to sit there."
Shane dropped into the seat. "I do, actually."
Reed shrugged halfheartedly and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like "not if you like your facial features the way they are."
Before Shane could think of a proper way to respond to that, the classroom door slammed shut and a greasy looking, hook nosed man crossed to the desk, black robes billowing behind him. "Instructions are on the board. You!" The man, Shane assumed it was Professor Snape, pointed directly at him.
"Sir?"
"Anderson, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"You may want to move desks." Snickers filled the room and Reed blushed.
"I'm fine where I am, sir."
A cold smirk crossed Professor Snape's lips briefly. "It's your face boy, not mine. Mr. Van Kamp here has a penchant for dreadful potion making. Occasionally blowing things up and injuring desk mates."
"Reed can't be that bad." Shane felt the urge to defend the boy.
The class outright laughed.
As it turned out, Reed was that bad. His potion had stared smoking violently about ten minutes into the class.
Snape came around to test their potions, nodding almost imperceptibly at Shane's. When he turned to Reed, the blond boy blushed and didn't bother looking up as Snape spoke. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here class. Mr. Van Kamp has done it again. Tell me, boy. Do you not read my painfully clear instructions or are you just generally an idiot?"
Reed ducked his head further and didn't answer.
"I asked you a question."
Reed mumbled something, eyes glued to the table.
"Mr. Van Kamp, I have asked you a question. If you will not give me an answer, I will issue you a detention for willful disobedience."
Reed looked up, eyes glistening with unshed tears of shame. "Just an idiot, sir." The class burst into hysterical laughter again. Professor Snape smirked cruelly and walked back to his desk. "Class dismissed."
Reed felt a hot tear roll down his cheek and furiously swiped it away. He grabbed his bag and leapt from his seat, tripping over the chair leg and sending himself and the contents of his bag scattering across the floor.
The rest of his classmates were still buzzing happily with laughter as they filed out of the room, followed by Professor Snape. Reed stayed on the floor, brushing the tears away from his eyes. A hand settled gently on his back and he jumped.
"That was so unfair." Shane murmured. "Just because you messed up one potion..."
Reed cut him off. "You don't understand. I mess everything up."
"I'm sure that can't be true."
Reed huffed disbelievingly, but made no comment.
As it turned out, Reed and Shane shared every class. Reed was miserable at all the subjects. The rest of the teachers were much kinder about it than Snape, offering soft words of encouragement or suggestions. It was his classmates that openly mocked him. All of his friends were a year older than he was, so none of them were there to defend him, and he didn't have the nerve to defend himself.
Shane noticed and made it his personal mission to defend the boy at every opportunity.
"You don't have to do that, you know." Reed murmured one day after Shane got up in a Gryffindor seventh years face, informing him exactly where he could stick he jokes about Reed's magical skills because they weren't funny.
"Do what?" Shane asked, flopping back down next to him as the seventh year strutted away.
"Defend me."
Shane turned to face him. "Someone needs to."
Reed shook his head emphatically. "No. It's really okay. I'm used to it. It's been five years, I can deal with it by now."
Shane placed a hand on Reed's cheek and gently tipped his face up. "I want to. I like you. You don't deserve to be treated like anything less than the amazing guy that you are."
"You... You like me?" Reed stuttered.
Shane smiled. "Very much. In fact, you should go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend."
Reed's eyes widened. "I... Well... You see... I... There's... I have to go!" He snatched his bag off the floor and stood quickly, rushing to the door. He made it almost all the way before he tripped over thin air and landed against the wall with a thump. Madam Pince looked up from her desk and shushed him loudly. Blushing and stammering an apology, Reed scurried from the room.
Shane sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, concocting a plan. This would take time, a lot of time. Definitely a lot of thought. But it would be so worth it. Shane stood, slinging his bag leisurely over his shoulder and wandered to the door, a small smile crossing his features.
He was going to woo Reed Van Kamp.
I'm nearly done writing chapter two, so it should be up very soon.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!
Reviews, as always, are greatly appreciated.
-Donna