Based on the books Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling. The main characters however is of my creation and therefore belong to me. I do however except suggestions. Pleas be aware that English is not my first language and therefore some errors in grammar might occur.
Everyday in life we pass people who become part of the background in the story about ourselves. In books, background figures is part of a the tapestry that the authors create. We only know them as categories. Faceless, nameless. What we should never forget is that every person carries their very own story.
He shivered as the fingers traced his skin lightly, buried against his bare chest the face of his lover. His fingers combed through the golden hair, it always reminded him of the fiery sun at dawn with the rich, waving colours. Maverick looked up on him and smiled broadly. He slipped his arms around the shoulders and placed a longing kiss on the others lips. Daleus glanced at the strong neck of his lover. Despite being only fifteen he had big and well defined muscles. The big, warm hands of Maverick pressed against his skin, finding their way along the line of his spine. Daleus let go of his lips and buried his face in the golden hair.
The Room of Requirement. The most non-secret secret room in whole castle of Hogwarts, a place to hide that stinkbomd used in a prank. Or a place to meet you lover where no one could see them. They had been dating since their third year, sometimes Daleus couldn't bear the thought of spending three more years at Hogwarts before graduation. He pointedly ignored to two robes carelessly discarded on the floor beside them. The robes were both black. One had a trim in a deep red, the other a in a dark green. Yes, he very much wished this could be his last year of Hogwarts already.
A light chiming sound seemed to come from the high ceiling and filled the room. Daleus gracefully rose and slipped of the bed onto the bare stone floor. He had the one to figure that it would be a good idea to have the Room tells them when a certain amount of time had passed. He bent down to pick up his robe, stopped and picked up Maverick's instead. With a smooth motion he draped it around his shoulders, turned to his lover as he climbed down from the bed.
"What do you think?" he said. "Don't you think it suits me?" Maverick laughed and swept Daleus robe from the floor.
"I think any colour would suit you", he answered. "That's not what's important." He took the red trimmed robe from Daleus shoulder and replaced it with the one with dark green trim. Spiteful he slipped his arms inside the fabric, looking disdainful at the green trim. How many times had he wished he had the courage to ask the Sorting Hat to be put in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin? According to Maverick, that was the only way to be sorted in to Gryffindor. He figured it made a lot of sense. Courage was not something you were but rather something you did after all. Daleus had figured that was made the Gryffindor such a jumbled bunch from the outset. All of them could have been Sorted into any of the other Houses but choose not to. Speaking of Sorting.
"I heard you got the new celebrity in your House", had it come from any other Slythering it might have come off as mockery. Maverick knew that it was a statement of simple curiosity.
"Yeah", he said. "It was kind of hard to miss. Given the reception." Daleus chuckled. Yes, the uproar had been very, very hard to miss.
"How is it? In the House?" Maverick shrugged.
"He's just a normal eleven year old kid. I actually pity him some. That's all I've bother to concern myself with."
Daleus looked at the empty space on the chest of Mavericks robe. He had been severely disappointed to learn that his lover had not been chosen as a Prefect. No one else could have fitted more. Maverick was kind, fair and didn't involve himself in petty arguments about what House was better or worse. He himself had not been chosen, of course, nor had he wished to be. In no way did he want to represent his House. Even less in a position of power.
A soft chiming drifted down again. They got dressed in haste, before leaving sharing the last kiss until they could meet again. In secret.
The soft, early autumn light drifted from the large windows and the enchanted roof in the Great Hall. Slipping down beside the rest of the fifth years, Maverick glanced at the Slytherin table before shoveling food on to his plate. Early in the morning he had taken a run around the school ground, after taking a shower he was decidedly hungry. Again he glanced to Slytherin, Daleus was sitting in the corner on one end of the table. As far away as possible from the rest of his House as was possible without actually falling off the bench. He wouldn't like that. Despite all he was saying, Daleus could be rather prideful. Maverick had always found that pride very endearing.
He knew that his boyfriend didn't particularly like being in Slytherin but no one could argue that he wasn't ambitious. Daleus intended to found his own wizarding school one day. Apparently, he wanted to place it Sweden, somewhere in the depleted northern part. With the almost white blond hair and blue eyes he certainly looked Scandinavian. His mother was from an old noble house somewhere in Scandinavia. That, at least, was what he had said.
Maverick ignored his classmates and hurriedly began eating breakfast; they had learned to not disturb him when eating. That was the only time he really hated to be bothered. That and when he spent time with Daleus. The guy was just such a delight. He suspected his fellow Gryffindors would have some opinions if they knew he thought that. Heck, if they knew he was dating someone from Slythering, they would choke. Thinking about Sweden and wizarding he did hope that he would be invited to co-found the school.
Daleus wanted a school where the student wasn't divided into different Houses or as he put, divided into different categories based on personality. He had decided it wasn't very fair and put an unnecessary rivalry between the students. The other big part he wanted was make a school which didn't ignore the muggle world. Maverick chuckled in his pumpkin juice. Yes, Daleus was a very ambitious person and a very unusual Slythering. In some ways that made him more suited for the House than any person in Hogwarts.