Potions with Slytherins. Bellamy hated nothing more than to have to put up with Potions class. It was his least favorite besides Divination and he had to retake it several times due to failing, so he was mixed in with kids younger than himself. What was worse, most Slytherins made fun of his failed attempts in class to rush under pressure to get a potion made before the end of class. He sat down in his usual seat and stared out the window, longing to be on his broom. At least Quidditch practice was later. He had to get through Potions, first, and then Herbology. As the professor droned on about the dangers of love potions, Bellamy's gaze dropped from the window and caught eyes with one of the Slytherins across the room. His cold, blue eyes stared right through him as though his head was transparent. Neither of them wanted to be there and Bellamy could tell as the boy eye flirted with him. Bellamy blushed and turned away almost shyly, smiling.
John Murphy. Bellamy could not deny that there was some tension there, and not the bad kind. Whenever the other Slytherins started to make fun of him, Murphy would join in the teasing, but never anything so harsh and always with a flirtatious flick of his eyes. Oh, his eyes! Bellamy could feel him undressing him from across the room with those eyes of his, biting on his lip. And no one ever noticed.
Bellamy looked up at the board and pretended to take notes as the chalk magically floated across the surface, taking notes as the professor paced around the room. Bellamy's eyes flittered to the corner to catch a glimpse of Murphy, who also pretended to take notes, propping his head up on his free hand. He laid his pencil down for a moment and brushed his hand slowly through his hair. What a jerk. What a freaking tease.
The bell finally rang and Bellamy slowly got his things together, placing them neatly in his bag before throwing the strap over his shoulder. Murphy made his way out of the classroom as it emptied out and Bellamy rushed to catch up with him. The hallways were filled and once Bellamy had exited the class, he had lost track of Murphy.
Disappointed, he wandered down the hallway, staring down at the floor. Screw Herbology, he thought to himself. He couldn't think straight, too distracted. The hallways emptied out as everyone made their way to their next class.
"Can your house afford to have you skipping class, Blake?" a voice echoed down the hallway. Bellamy looked up, startled. It was Murphy.
He was leaning against the stone walls, head turned in Bellamy's direction as he smirked at him.
"What a jerk," Bellamy teased, tossing his bag on the ground next to Murphy's. He took the boy's head in his hands and pressed his lips hard against Murphy's. Murphy grasped the back of Bellamy's shirt and eased his tongue into Bellamy's mouth.
Potions wasn't so bad.