Author's Note: This is a collaborative fic that me and my friend Josh wrote. We would like to apologize now for any inconsistencies with the Harry Potter books, of which all rights go to JK Rowling. This is a Glee fic set in the Hogwarts!verse, and it happens in modern times. The ages for the years are a little different, and here's a list so you don't get confused!
1st year – 14
2nd year - 15
3rd year – 16
4th year – 17
5th year – 18
6th year – 19
7th year – 20
Also, the characters are as such.
David Karofsky : Death Eater – Slytherin – Joshua – 6th
AzimioAdams : Death Eater – Slytherin – Joshua -6th
Blaine Anderson : Harry Potter Equivalent – Gryffindor – Joshua – 3rd
Wes Montgomery : Hermione Equivalent – Ravenclaw – Joshua -3rd
Finn Hudson : Hufflepuff – Joshua – 4th
Noah Puckerman : Slytherin – Joshua -4th
Sam Evans : Hufflepuff – Joshua – 3rd
Mike Chang : Ravenclaw – Joshua – 3rd
Artie Abrams : Hufflepuff – Joshua – 3rd
Shannon : Twin Slytherin Troublemakers – Joshua -4th
Marvolo Anderson : Dark Lord – Slytherin – Danielle - graduated
Kurt Hummel : Draco Malfoy Equivalent – Ravenclaw – Danielle – 3rd
David Thompson : Ron Equivalent – Gryffindor –Danielle – 3rd
Brittany Pierce : Luna Equivalent – Hufflepuff – Danielle – 3rd
Rachel Berry : Ginny Equivalent – Slytherin – Danielle -2nd
Mercedes Jones : Gryffindor – Danielle – 3rd
Santana Lopez : Hufflepuff – Danielle – 3rd
Quinn Fabray : Gryffindor – Danielle – 3rd
Tina Cohen-Chang : Ravenclaw – Danielle – 3rd
Shelby : Twin Slytherin Troublemakers - Danielle -4th
If you see any inconsistencies in tense, we apologize, and also if the person where the story is being told from changes. We each write half of the characters, so sometimes we accidentally change who the story is being told by.
Disclaimer: We own nothing other than Marvolo Anderson and Shelby and Shannon, plus anything that we make up along the way. Everything that you recognize, we don't. More characters may be introduced, but they probably won't be main characters.
Thanks to everyone for reading that massive author's note, and enjoy the story!
Blaine sighed, looking around the empty halls of Hogwarts. Most students had gone home for the winter holidays, leaving Blaine almost completely alone in the Gryffindor common room. David and Wes had snuck out - likely to Hogsmeade - leaving the third year alone without his two best friends. So, he decided now would be as good a time as any to explore the castle.
He set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw house, having never searched that area before. In his three years at Hogwarts, the sixteen year old had never once been in the area. It may seem odd, especially since Wes was a Ravenclaw, but the Asian always came to the Gryffindor tower instead of taking them to the Ravenclaw tower.
Making sure no one was around, Blaine quietly strode up the stairs towards the Ravenclaw tower.
As Kurt returned to the common room from reading Shakespeare, he ran into a Gryffindor boy, of his year, who had been walking towards the Ravenclaw tower area. Kurt happened to end up on the same moving staircase section as the curly haired boy.
"What's a lion doing in the Ravenclaw area?" Kurt asked snarkishly.
"Um... I... I was just looking around," Blaine stuttered, shocked to see the boy in front of him. He took in the chestnut hair of the boy in front of him, and gave him a small smile. "If it bothers you that I'm here, I can always leave."
He's just so…. No, Kurt. You are straight. He's just so…. NO. Even though he's extremely dapper and charming, it doesn't change anything. He was a Gryffindor in the Ravenclaw area, and even though the house rivalries weren't that bad, it was still Kurt's home, and he wasn't about to let a lion come and invade it.
"It's…" –sigh– "It's fine. You don't have to leave. I'm—I'm Kurt. And you would be?"
Blaine smiled, and held his hand out towards Kurt. "Blaine. Blaine Anderson."
Blaine Anderson…. OH! That third year chaser on the quidditch team who couldn't miss a shot.He was incredible, and had basically beaten the other house teams single handedly to win the Quidditch Cup. What was this boy up to? Ask his friends to enchant some banners or pins? Or was he just looking around, as he put it.
"Alright, Anderson. I'm Kurt Hummel, to be exact. It seems that our staircase has arrived, so I'm going to head up to the tower. Would you be here to see your friend Wes? If so, I can allow you to go in to the tower. If not, then you can just wander around here to your hearts content."
Trying to keep a good first impressions with the Ravenclaw, Blaine decided it would likely be best to say the truth, rather than sneak into the Ravenclaw tower. Or, part of the truth. Not the fact that Wes and David snuck out to Hogsmeade. "Ah, no. Actually, I'm pretty sure Wes and David are out by the lake, taunting the giant squid or something," he said, laughing softly. "But, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Hummel."
Laughing slightly, Kurt responded. "Well, it's been a pleasure. I should probably go get Wes and tell him to get to work, but I have to do my Ancient Runes."
"Ancient Runes..." Blaine muttered, as if pondering on the subject for a second. After a few seconds, realization hit him – as did his hand hit his forehead. "Bloody Hell! We've got an essay in that, don't we? I completely forgot!"
"Yes, Professor Babbling assigned it right before the Christmas Holidays. Do you want to maybe work on it together?" Kurt suggested, really wanting to get a chance to learn more about this boy, and doing a project would be just the way to get to know him without being suspicious.
"Sure, why not," Blaine said, shrugging slightly. The corner of his mouth stayed upturned in a light smile, hands clasped behind his back. "But my stuff's still in the Gryffindor common room... we could meet in the library or something like that?" He offered.
"Alright, I'll be there after I pick up my books. See you in the Runes section in 15 minutes or so?" I tried not to look too excited, but happy none the less. "I'll get the books we need, so just bring tons of parchment. She told us to make it long."
Blaine nodded shortly, his smile increasing in size a bit. "Will do. Ooh, would you mind bringing some extra ink? I'm running pretty low..." More like Wes and David decided to pour it all into some balloons and threw them at innocent bystanders, he thought, rolling his eyes a bit at the thought.
Just the site of Blaine rolling his eyes was a pretty good sign that it had something to do with Wes and David. He suddenly remembered the day earlier that week when a few of his fellow Ravenclaws came back to the common room after dinner, drenched in what looked like rainbow paint – or, possibly, ink. "Well, I'll just steal some of Tina's to bring," he said with a smile. "I'll see you then, I'd better get going."
Blaine nodded, "Okay, sounds good! I'll see you there." And with that, the Gryffindor made his way back towards his common room to grab the parchment, and then head out towards the library.
"I never thought Hogsmeade could actually be..."
"Boring?" David suggested, finishing Wes's comment.
"Well, yeah!" The Ravenclaw laughed, then brushed his hand threw his hair. "I guess we sneak over there so much, there's really nothing much to do."
The two snuck out any chance they could get, taking a secret passageway to Hogsmeade. And lately, they found themselves doing all the same things in the same order every time - Buying candy for themselves – and a bit for Blaine – buy some items from Zonko's, and ending off with a nice glass of butterbeer. Occasionally they grabbed a few school supplies too (on Wes's request, not David's), but that was it.
"Ahh well, it's bloody better than being stuck in here all day," David said, gently shoving Wes.
"Ya, I suppose it is," he laughed. "Ahh, I wonder what our Blainey-boy got up to today? I feel bad about leaving him behind..."
"Aww, but he's a fun-sucker, Wesley!" cried David. "You know he'd make us buy him a new thing of ink!" The two smiled at the memory of the ink-filled balloons hitting the other students, staining their robes. It wouldn't have made much a difference - considering they were black - but they had charmed the ink to hit them as a splash of rainbow.
"Well, I got it for him anyways," said Wes, pulling out a container of ink from his pocket. When David frowned, he felt the need to defend himself by saying, "What? If he'd taken it from us, you bloody well know we would've made him pay us back! And it was only a sickle anyways."
David rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend, and the two made their way towards the Ravenclaw tower to drop off Wes's purchases and grab a few of his books so that they could start their assignments (or, so Wes could start his assignments, and David could beg Wes to do them for him until he gave in).
"So, what do you think of the Transfig-" Wes started, but was interrupted by David's flailing arms muffling his voice by covering his mouth. Glaring, he ripped his best friend's hands away, and asked "What?" in a whisper, knowing he wanted quiet.
David simply pointed at a pair of people on the Ravenclaw staircase, and whispered "Who's that with our little Hobbit?" Sure enough, Wes squinted and saw Blaine talking to one of his fellow Ravenclaws.
"Kurt Hummel," he muttered in responce. "He's second best in our year - right below me, of course." Wes said that last part with a smirk, proud of his accomplishment at keeping 'Outstanding's' in all his classes – well, except History of Magic, where he had an E.
"So, is he... you know? Like Blainers over there?" David asked. Wes laughed lightly, and shook his head.
"No, no, he's straight. As much as I want to disagree, he is straight as far as I know, and refuses to say he's into blokes."
The two quieted down in order to listen to their conversation.
"-got an essay, I completely forgot-"
"-maybe work on it together?-"
"-in the Gryffindor common room-"
"-meet in the library-"
"-Runes section in 15 minutes or so?-"
"-extra ink? I'm running pretty low...-"
Wes and David couldn't help but smirk at that part as they continued listening.
"-steal some of Tina's-"
"Steal? What the hell?" David asked. Wes just rolled his eyes.
"Don't let his soft exterior fool you. Hummel's a sneaky little brat, should be in Slytherin if you ask me." David simply nodded in response, and the two watched their best friend walk off, a smile on his face.
"Well, looks to me like Mr. Dapper's made a new friend. Wes, background check on Hummel, gogogo!"
And with that, the two ran off towards the Ravenclaw Common Room as well, in hopes of finding out a little more about the mysterious Ravenclaw.
"Hey, Hummel!" Wes yelled across the common room, catching the attention of the Ravenclaw. David had already run in front of Kurt, blocking the staircase. Sighing, he made his way over to his housemate.
"Yes, Wesley? I have to go, I'm meeting your friend Blaine in the library and I have to go get some parchment from upstairs if your friend would like to stop blocking the staircase!" I spoke with an edge to my voice so that he would know I meant business.
"Aww, but Hummel, we just wanna ask you something!" Wes whined, a smile on his face.
"Well, if it takes less than," he made a quick glance at his watch, "seven minutes then you can ask whatever you want. But I will be leaving in seven minutes sharp."
"Aww, why, you going on a date?" he asked, snickering.
"No, you know exactly why I'm going, and cut to the chase. Six minutes, boys."
"So... what are you guys going to be doing in the library?" Wes asked, crossing his arms.
"Are your parents both Wizards?" David interrupted.
"Any dark history in your family?" Apparently, it seemed that the two were going to be alternating questions in their little interrogation.
"Any of 'em in Azkaban?"
"Any diseases run in your family?"
"Any possibility that you are currently under the Imperious curse?"
"Ever dated a girl before?"
"Kissed them?"
"Had sex with them?"
"ARE YOU A VIRGIN?"
Well this just got awkward.
"Well, in order. Nothing, other than doing our Ancient Runes homework. Yes, they are you idiots. No. Why would there be? Well, NO. I wouldn't know even if I was, so no. No, no, no, and yes but why? And now, I must leave. Goodbye, Wesley and friend."
Kurt winced slightly at the topic of his family being brought up, but simply accio'd his stuff over to him and made his way out and towards the library.
Blaine gripped the parchment against his chest, careful not to let any of it go. Maybe he had grabbed a bit too much, but he was kind of in a rush. No, not because he had a meeting with an incredibly cute Ravenclaw, of course not. Blaine sighed, wondering why all the good guys were straight. Or... he thought Kurt was straight. From what Wes had told him, there were no (out) Ravenclaws in their year. Shrugging, he continued his walk towards the library.
"I wonder if the Crumple Horned Snorkacks are doing well. And is father tending those new dirigible plums I planted before school began… Oh hello Blaine. Are the thestrals well?"
Blaine stopped walking to turn to his left, spotting a familiar face. "Oh, hi Brittany," he greeted, giving her a smile and a small wave. "Uhh... yeah, I guess so," he rubbed the back of his head. "I haven't seen them since the beginning of the year..."
"Well, you should visit them more often. They like to talk about you."
Blaine resisted the urge to raise his eyebrow in confusion. "Okay... will do, Brittany... Uhh, I've got to get to the library, but I'll see you later, okay?" He gave a smile to the Hufflepuff, and made his way towards the library.
"Alright. I'm going to go visit the Nargles later. I made them a house in my dorm out of mistletoe." Brittany listened as Blaine's footsteps faded into the background, only to be replaced by a lighter sounding footstep. She turned, and smiled again. "Oh, hello Kurt. Would you please wait for just a minute? I learned this new spell from the Quibbler and I don't quite know what it does yet..." Kurt was about to object when she raised her wand and shouted "Progeneromulier*!" as she made a swirl-like hand motion.
The spell shot out a pink light – which was quite odd, seeing as no spells really did that – that shot Kurt right in the chest. Anticipating to be knocked back or something, Kurt was surprised to see that he was still standing, but had to close his eyes at the feeling it gave him. He felt my form start to change. He shrunk, his, neck suddenly got hot, and he felt stretching, growing, shrinking, and changing all over his body. "Alright, thank you Kurt! That was very useful, I've just got to go write this down…"
"Brittany? Wait, what happened? What did you do?" Kurt was so confused, his voice going up half an octave, but he guessed it was just an effect of the spell, or he was still shaken – he did have a high voice anyways. But he had to keep going to the library, no matter what. Suddenly, some Slytherin with a Mohawk pulled at Kurt's arm, spinning him around and giving him what he likely thought was a seductive smirk.
"Hey, ain't seen you around here before," the Slytherin said, the smirk never leaving his face. "What's someone like you doing in a secluded hallway like this, when you could be an abandoned classroom with this-" he made a motion at his body. "So, whatd'ya say?"
"Um, no thanks. I have to go now, so get lost." Kurt made to start walking away to the nearest bathroom to check his hair after that fiasco, when the boy ran after him and stopped him by snatching his arm.
"But babe, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be going off alone!" Girl? What the hell?
"Well, a guy like you should really be studying something, seeing as your grades must be absolutely atrocious with grammar and manners like that. I wouldn't be surprised if you were completely uneducated. Now, get out of my way."
"Hey, no one says no the Puckzilla!" he shouted, anger obvious in his voice.
Kurt sighed, getting extremely annoyed with the boy. "Well then, you just got yourself a new track record."
The boy simply glared, crossing his arms. "Well then, babe, you'll pay for ruining my track record."
"With what? A kiss from you? I'm sure that would be pure torture." I spoke in a slightly monotone voice, which had an edge that would slice most people right in two.
Puck smirked. "I'm sure you'd love a kiss from me," he said, leaning forward. "It's one you'd never forget."
"Not on my life, Mohawk. And I'm sure I wouldn't, because it would leave me scarred seeing as you are probably an awful kisser." This boy was stronger than Kurt had anticipated. He currently held the Ravenclaw up against a wall, hands holding his arms against it. Somehow, though, Kurt's body responded differently than his words and mind, because he suddenly found himself leaning forward as well.
Smirking, he leaning in so that his breath brushed against Kurt's lips. "You seem like you bloody well want it to me."
His breath caught and he felt his body over ruling my mind, making him not speak what he thought, but rather what his body felt. "Well, what are you going to do about it then?" What the hell? Why am I saying that?
Puck smirked evilly, bashing his lips against Kurt's, prying his mouth open and shoving his tongue into Kurt's mouth. He grabbed the boy's hips, pulling him straight up against him.
And for some reason, Kurt's body responded by kissing him back. What the hell? Why am I kissing him back? And why is he kissing me in the first place? As the Slytherin pulled away, he left Kurt to try and catch his breath.
"I guess I'll see you around." He said, a little breathless still. Merlin's beard, why am I saying this stuff? I never want to see him again!
"Definitely," he smirked. "By the way, name's Puck. See you around, babe." With that, he held his hand up in farewell, and walked away.
Babe? Kurt finally made his way to go fix up his hair before meeting with Blaine, and screamed at what he saw.
Brittany had turned him into a girl. A girl with long hair, larger hips, and bloody boobs. I had to go to the library, tell Blaine, and then go to Madam Pomfrey. This was bad. I was a girl. A bloody girl!
He – or, well, she? – ran towards the library, having to pull his arm out of the grasp of guys several times before he made it, quickly spotting Blaine who walked over to her.
"Hey," Blaine asked sweetly, glancing down at his watch quickly before looking at the girl's tie and smiling. "Um, I was just wondering if you'd seen Kurt Hummel around. I was supposed to meet him here around... twenty minutes ago." His smile faltered a bit as he spoke, but he did his best to keep up his usual appearance - charming and dapper.
Unfortunately for him, Kurt was still pissed off from his earlier escapade, so he was sort of a bitch in response.
"Oh, so mean you're not here to make out with me too?"
"Wha-what?" Blaine stuttered, letting his smile drop. He held up his hands, shaking his head. "N-no, of course not! I-I would never..."
"Well, from my encounters today, god damn everyone just wants to jump at the chance of making out with the pretty girl no one's ever seen before." Okay, make that a big bitch.
"I-I'm sorry about that, b-but I think you should just—j-just calm down..." he said, afraid that this odd girl would take her wand out. " Not everyone's like that, especially not me, so please, just t-take a deep breath..."
"Oh really. Every straight guy in this castle has been checking me out and trying to pull me away into secluded hallways or abandoned classrooms. Why no you, why don't ya tell me that?" He could feel his anger rising out through his voice, and he was yelling now as they had made our way outside of the library and wouldn't get in as much trouble for it.
"U-um... well... I'm not s-straight for one thing," he said, raising an eyebrow nervously at her. "I'm one-hundred-percent gay. But if that's happening to you, I could walk you back to your common room, make sure you're okay. Not that I don't think you could defend yourself!" he rushed out. "Just... as a precaution, or, safety reason or something. It doesn't seem like Kurt's going to show up anyways..." he mumbled the last part quietly to himself, somewhat angry for thinking the boy would actually come.
Oh my god. Blaine's gay. Oh my god. Blaine's gay? He's bloody gay?
"Oh my god, Blaine, I'm so, so sorry. It's me, Kurt. Wes and David came and th – well, asked me some weird questions and then I—Brittany transformed me into a girl, and this guy Puck basically lip-raped me, and—I'm so, so sorry. I came by the library to tell you that, but several other guys tried to kiss me or drag me off, and I got really angry, and I'm just so sorry. You must hate me now." At the end of his quickly-spoken rant, Kurt threw his hand over my mouth so he would shut up and squinted his eyes shut, waiting for the horrible reaction to ensue.
Blaine simply smiled at the boy, and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," the Gryffindor said warmly. "I'd be pretty upset by that too if it happened to me. It's not really your fault all of that happened... but I must say, you look like a pretty cute girl." He laughed lightly at the end of that. "I just hope you still want to hang out me, knowing I'm gay. I'd get it if you didn't..." He allowed himself to trail off at the end.
"Thank you!" I basically attacked him in a hug, and he chuckled lightly as I almost knocked him over. "And don't think that, it's fine. Personally, I believe you learn to like a person for them, not their sexual orientation. I still really want to get that project done, and still be your friend as well, if that's okay. I brought the stuff!" Kurt laughed nervously when he finished talking, pulling out of the hug to shake his messenger back holding all of the necessary materials, and thus making a quiet rattling noise of items hitting one another.
Blaine smiled, holding up the pieces of parchment. "As do I. And I got us a table to put everything down on," he motioned towards a table with a single canvas bag hanging off a chair and a few books of runes on it. "I grabbed a few books already, but we'll likely need a few more."
"Well, I have to run by the hospital wing first to get changed back… but you are missing many of the essential rune books that we'll need to write these essays… Bloody hell, I forgot the quills!" He quickly pulled his wand out and drew the point in the shape of a quill twice, and they were produced from the tip, leaving a dumbstruck look on Blaine's face.
"Wh-wha-how?" he asked, voice full of awe. "Is that... conjuration?" Blaine inspected one of the feather quills, looking at it from all angles.
"Yeah, I learned that a couple months ago when I was reading the higher level textbooks," was Kurt's nonchalant response as he grabbed his quill and placed it on the table.
Blaine simply blinked his eyes a few times in amazement, before putting it back down on the table. "Oh, wow... I doubt I'd even be able to get this in class, let alone by teaching it to myself. I'm bloody terrible at Transfiguration as it is." He laughed lightly, giving Kurt a warming smile.
"Well, I'm a Ravenclaw and you're not. It explains everything," he spoke jokingly, causing the two to laugh.
Blaine grinned at Kurt when they stopped laughing, and scanned his eyes over his body, and laughed again. "You... you really should get changed back," he said, still giggling a bit. "It's hard to take you seriously as a bloke with... that," he directed his hand towards his now-quite-large chest. "It makes me think that you like, shoved toilet paper down there or something, like some girls here do."
"Aright, but you have to walk me to the hospital wing though and pretend I'm your girlfriend or something. Say you've gone straight for me, I don't know. Otherwise you might have to pull your wand on a couple people," Kurt spoke completely seriously, but didn't think that Blaine believed him until he responded.
"I think I can do that," Blaine smirked, linking his arm through mine and heading out of the library. "We can come back to the library after we fix your little... problem," he snickered.
As we walked towards the hospital wing, within the first 200 feet someone tried to pull Kurt from Blaine's clutches. As the Ravenclaw was twirled around, he saw that it was Puck.
"Babe, don't tell me you're really going to hook up with that Hobbit-" he sneered in Blaine's direction "-before me. C'mon, you and me, right here, right now." He quickly pulled me into a secluded room before Blaine could notice, locked, and shoving his lips onto the other's, proceeding to suck his face off. Outside, he could hear Blaine calling his name.
"Kurt, Kurt! Where are you?"
Kurt mentally struggled to get away, but his body just melted into the tough boy's. He did, however, get enough control over his body to slam his fist at the wall he was slammed into by Puck so that Blaine might hear him. His body reacted in another way, though, by deepening the kiss and grinding against Puck.
Puck moaned into my mouth, opening his clearly lust-filled eyes. He could feel his hard-on against his thigh already, which really wasn't a good sign. But lucky for Kurt, Blaine did hear.
"Kurt!" he shouted, shaking the locked handle. After a second an 'alohamora' could be heard, followed by the opening of a door and a gasp. "Levicorpus!"
With that, Puck was suddenly lifted high up into the air, dangling by his ankle.
"Blaine!" Kurt shouted, the upset and fear clear in my voice as he ran over to him and clung to his side, seeing the anger in his eyes. "Go with it, alright?" He whispered, hopping that the shorter boy would listen.
Blaine gave a sharp nod, and wrapped an arm securely around the other's waist.
"Stay away from my girl, you bastard!" He shot a 'Colloshoo' spell at Puck's feet, successfully gluing them to the floor, and lifted the other up bridle style, carrying him out of the room and slightly down the hallway before putting him back down.
"Thank you, Blaine. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't, but I can't imagine it would have been good. This spell takes over my body sometimes it seems, and I can't really fight it off…" quickly explained, feeling immensely grateful. "Well, let's go I suppose."
Blaine shot him another smile, putting an arm around his waist. "Just to be safe incase anyone else comes, that way I can stop them from grabbing you," his voice full of that usual Gryffindor leader-ness that honestly made Kurt want to laugh sometimes.
"Well, thanks. I really, really appreciate all that you're doing for me. Most people wouldn't even care, no matter help." He spoke sincerely and truly, as every word that he said was true.
Sending a sorrowful expression at his friend, he said "Hey, I'd do this for you any time." He pulled him a bit closer, looking around the hallways with complete alertness.
"Really? Most of my other friends wouldn't help me, or even listen to the stories I have to tell." Sighing, Kurt rested his head down on the shorter's shoulder, looking adoringly—to help with the act, of course—up at his face.
Blaine's smile faltered into a frown for a second, which was the first time Kurt had ever really seen him not smile (other than our encounter with Puck, of course). "Well, they don't sound like good friends. Not to be rude to them, but... I mean, I hear so many of Wes and David's stories I think my brain might bloody overload with all their mischief, and they'll always listen to me... albeit, they make fun of me for them sometimes, but still… You should be able to count on a friend to always be there for you, to help you, to be there." His smile slowly grew until, at the end of his little speech, it had returned to his normal grin.
"Well, they aren't really true friends, I guess. I mean, the only friends I have really are Mike and Tina, and they are usually too busy making out to do anything other than go to classes and do their homework." The adoring looks slowly grew from fake to real on Kurt's side, and he started to be really confused about what his head was telling me. He knew it wasn't his body this time, so it couldn't have been the spell.
Blaine frowned again, and adjusted his grip on the other's waist. "Well, I hope you'll consider me a true friend." He cast a warming smile in his direction.
"Definitely. You know more about me than most of my 'friends' do. And we haven't known each other for more than 6 hours." He was about to say more when someone tried to pull him away again.
Kurt recognized him immediately - Karofsky - the Slytherin who'd been making his life a living hell since year one. There was a strong smell of fire whisky on him, making them both fear all the more. Kurt felt Blaine pull him back towards him, and saw him pull out his wand.
"Stupefy!"
Karofsky screamed as he flew backwards, hitting the wall.
"Oh merlin, thank you darling!" After he finished speaking, he looked at Blaine trying to convey the fact that they probably had to confirm that he was his, and the Gryffindor nodded slightly. Kurt pressed his lips gently against the other's, until Blaine in return pressed harder against his, telling him to deepen the kiss. He did, of course, and parted his lips, allowing Blaine to take complete control as they held each other close. As they really started to kiss, Karofsky tore him away from Blaine.
"You bloody little slut," he slurred, shakily holding on to him, and acting quite clearly drunk. "If you're gonna give that idiot some, you'd better give me some too." And with that, he pressed his lips to Kurt's, in a much sloppier kiss than the one with Blaine. He kept his lips firmly shut, his eyes squeezed closed as he wondered just how many kisses were going to be stolen from him that day.
Blaine tried pulling Karofsky away, not wanting to risk hitting his friend with a spell. After a few moments, Karofsky stumbled backwards and Kurt watched as Blaine threw a fist right at Karofsky's face, causing the 6th year to stumble backwards.
The Ravenclaw's heart soared as he threw the fist, but he also felt a sense of responsibility try to take over him so that he would stop him, but his mind and his heart told him to stay put. Kurt tried to cast a protego, but his voice wouldn't work.
Karofsky drunkenly snatched Blaine's hand, causing the Gryffindor to panic slightly. He was, after all, three years younger than the Slytherin, not to mention a lot weaker from the looks of it.
Blaine switched his wand to his left hand, shakily casting a spell and shouting, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS", watching as Karofsky fell to the ground.
"Blaine? Let's go dear." Kurt spoke with a slight tone of urgency and concern. He also seemed to be a bit breathless, and certainly not from wasted energy. Wait, you're straight. This must be the girl hormones. You're not gay.
Blaine looked down at Karofsky's body-binded body, back to Kurt, back to the Slytherin, and back to him once more before nodding and putting his hand back around his waist.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, are you? Do you need to get your hand looked at? Thank you though, I told you it was bad. I must be really attractive I guess." I spoke with concern, but tried to be lighthearted and joking at the end.
Blaine nodded. "I'm fine. He's got a hard head, but we're heading to Pomfrey's anyways. I'll have her look at it after she fixes you up." When he finished speaking, he gave him a one-over. "And yes, if I were straight, I'd totally be all over you," he joked.
"As long as you get it looked at. I don't want you to have broken anything… And I think I'd be more okay with that than most of these guys, as my girl-hormones tell me that you're extremely attractive. And you're much nicer than the rest of them." Everything he said was true, except he had lied about the girl- hormone thing. Despite not wanting to admit it, he found him extremely attractive anyway, but the other didn't have to know that.
Blaine blushed slightly. "Aww, extremely attractive? Are you sure you're not going overboard?" He laughed now, pulling Kurt right up against him as they walked, quite close to the hospital wing now.
"Well, I would be all over you if I didn't have any self-control over myself or the fact that you're gay. It's so difficult being a girl, I don't know how they all do it 24/7." Kurt leaned my head on his shoulder and started lazily playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.
Blaine blushed slightly more at that, just holding him up against him. He slightly leaned his head on mine - for show, of course - and let out a breath of air.
"We're almost there..."
He's gay, you're straight. This is only a favor. He's just being nice. Kurt had to keep reassuring himself inside of his head, denying all of the feelings that he was feeling in his heart.
"Yeah. At least I'll be out of this body and be back in my own." Kurt could feel Blaine's heart beating—make that pounding—in his chest. What? Why was his heart beating like that?
Blaine smiled at me, and even though he wasn't looking at his face, he could feel it. His smile was full of warmth, his heart beating quickly.
"Mmhm," was Blaine's only response.
Kurt suddenly stopped them, as no one was around. He slowly turned my body towards Blaine, and spoke quietly. "I…. I think….." He couldn't find a way to express his feelings through words, so he just pressed my lips against his, awaiting his reaction.
"N-no, Kurt, you said yourself..." he looked up at me as he pulled away abruptly, his eyes giving away his sadness. "Your girl-hormones are making you want to be 'all over me'-" he used air quotes to quote me "-and... I don't want to be some tool used to help you like that..."
"I'll show you. When I'm back as a guy, I'll kiss you like that again. I… I think I'm gay. No, I know I'm gay, but I've been denying it. But since I met you, I realized that I really, really liked you. They weren't my 'girl-hormones', it was just me. And if you don't want to believe me, I'll take you out on a date. A real date. The second I turn back into a guy, I'll find a way to sneak us out to Hogsmeade." Kurt's eyes were brimming with tears at the idea that Blaine didn't—or wouldn't – believe him and he had started to turn and walk away when Blaine grabbed his arm, efficiently stopping him.
"Kurt, I..." but he didn't finish what he was saying as he pulled Kurt back, crushing their lips against each other, smiling into the kiss. He pulled back, but only a bit. As he spoke, Kurt felt his lips brush slightly against his. "I would love to go on a date with you, Kurt. Get to know each other a bit better," he laughed slightly against his lips at that. Pulling back completely, he grabbed the Ravenclaw's hand, intertwining their fingers. "We should likely see if we can fix your little problem now, shouldn't we?"
Kurt simply smiled and nodded, too happy to speak. He gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, and then leaned back on his shoulder. As they arrived at the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey had some… bad news for the pair.
"Well Mr. Hummel, it seems you'll be stuck as a girl for quite a while now. I'll give you some… important things and information for a girl your age, so Mr. Anderson will be allowed to leave after I check out his hand if you wish him to. And I'll let your teachers know that you're actually Kurt, but to refer to you as – what do you want to be called?" Madam Pomfrey was way too chipper about the whole matter, in both of their opinions.
"Elizabeth. It was my mother's name, before she passed," Kurt said softly with an air of sadness.
"Alright then. I'll get you two all fixed up and then on you go!"
Blaine had walked Kurt back to the Ravenclaw common room, and they now stood in the common room right in front of the door. He turned to me, and smiled.
"Well, Elizabeth, what time shall I be picking you up tomorrow?" he asked, stressing the other's name so that it would etch into his mind and he wouldn't forget it. "I want to take you out to Hogsmeade. Don't worry, Wes and David know a secret passageway there, they've never been caught, so we should be safe."
"Well, how about noon? That way I should have enough time to ask one of the other girls to fix my hair and borrow their makeup… I'll see you tomorrow then." Kurt pressed my lips to his once again in a quick kiss, which Blaine then deepened and twined his fingers through the other's longer hair. Kurt gasped slightly, and places his hands on either side of the other's face, pulling him closer. When they finally broke away, they were absolutely breathless.
Blaine smiled as he pulled back, brushing his thumb against the other's jaw. He placed another chaste kiss against his lips, and walked backwards a bit as Kurt was opening up the Common Room door, the Gryffindor whispering a sweet goodbye, and backing his way out slowly.
As Kurt walked into Ravenclaw tower, his best friend Mercedes Jones walked up to the boy and pulled him on to the couch.
"What just went down Kurt? And I know it's you, you look exactly like your mom did before You-Know-Who killed her."
"You mean that bastard Marvolo what's-'is-name? I've told you before, fear of a name increases the fear of the thing itself. And I knew that you would, when I saw myself in the mirror I realized that." Kurt spoke with anger, and then wistfulness in his voice.
"Yeah, I know Kurt. You've told me time and time again, but he's just... Let's say I'd rather be afraid than risk it. But really, what happened? I saw a flash of red and gold, and it wasn't a girl." Mercedes looked at Kurt with a smug smile, like she already knew what he was about to tell her.
Well, this is going to take awhile, isn't it?
After Kurt explained the whole day to Mercedes, she started cracking up and didn't stop.
"What's so funny?" Kurt had an expression of confusion which cleared as soon as Mercedes spoke.
"Well, the 'straight' Kurt Hummel - who I always suspected to be gay, just for the record - has a boyfriend now, and Brittany turned you into a girl. This goes down in one of the bloody funniest days of all time." Mercedes was now just laughing slightly, and Kurt had started as well.
"Well, it has been a pretty interesting day." Kurt layed his head on his friend's shoulder, and they laughed, sitting in comfortable silence after the giggles subsided.
The second Blaine slipped out from the door and turned around with a silly grin on his face, he walked into a brick wall - a brick wall named Wesley Montgomery standing next to another brick wall named David Thompson.
"So, Blaine, where have you been?" Wes asked, tapping his foot with a wide smirk on his face.
"Yes, Blaine, please, inform us. We thought you were going to the library to study and work on runes? What happened to that, hmm?" David chimed in.
"Or, is library the code for sneaking into another house's common room now, and you had just failed to inform us?"
Blaine groaned, his friend already annoying him enough to slightly pull him out of his incredibly giddy moment - only slightly. He was happy enough that not even Wes and David could put him down, which is really saying something considering the kinds of things they do. The Gryffindor simply grabbed their arms, and pulled them away.
"We were in the library, but then we had to go to Madam Pomfrey's, and then I walked him back," he informed them, quite obviously leaving out most of the details. Wes and David stopped then, turning to each other before facing Blaine again, all perfectly in timed with one another.
"Wait, why'd you have to go to Madam Pomfrey's?" asked David, concern clear in his voice. He may be annoying, but he still cared deeply for his friend - oh, and Kurt too of course, yeah, definitely.
"Just... got into a fight with Karofsky, that's all," said Blaine, not wanting to tell them the whole truth, but not wanting to lie either. Or, not so much as he didn't want to lie that he was just an awful liar.
"You sure that's all, Blaine?" pried Wes. Blaine sighed.
"I'm tired. I'll see you guys later, aright?" Without waiting for an answer, Blaine turned from his friends and headed back towards the Gryffindor castle.
Wes turned to David, David to Wes. They stared at each other for a few moments before Wes spoke up.
"I get Kurt, you get Blaine. Dig out as much information as you can, and meet in the Room of Requirement within two hours. GO, GO, GO!"
-EDIT- So, we're re-writing the story, trying to drag out the plotline over a few chapters, as we have no clue what we're going to do after this part of plot. But, here it is!
* The spell is in Latin, I made it up using a Latin dictionary I found online, and it loosely translates into 'morph gender'
. David had already run in front of Kurt, blocking the staircase. Sighing, he made his way over to his housemate.
"Yes, Wesley? I have to go, I'm meeting your friend Blaine in the library and I have to go get some parchment from upstairs if your friend would like to stop blocking the staircase!" I spoke with an edge to my voice so that he would know I meant business.
"Aww, but Hummel, we just wanna ask you something!" Wes whined, a smile on his face.
"Well, if it takes less than," he made a quick glance at his watch, "seven minutes then you can ask whatever you want. But I will be leaving in seven minutes sharp."