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yesss. 2nd chapter up. even though i only got one review and one message, i have been heartened by your love~

this is a spring awakening chapter. just a quick rundown on it so you can understand better.

Hanschen is a really manly man. basically roy+envy+a bit of wrath. lol. he's really sort of a jerk, kind of evil/masochistic, egotistical/full of himself, but he dearly [is lusting after] Ernst, and is a total softie w/ him.

Ernst is a devoted bible reader/church goer and wants to be a pastor. he's sort of disturbed by the fact that Hanschen is kind of obsessed with him, and that he is falling for Hanschen, TOTALLY head over heels. but he deals with it, cause he believes in love. too bad hanschen can't bring himself to think of what they have as love. in his eyes, it's more lust, but ernst is totally in love w/ hanschen.

hope that's not tooooo confusing.

melchior is the main character in spring awakening. just a namedrop.

Chapter 2-The Confrontation

It was getting late. a golden dusty haze seemed to have fallen over the vineyard when the workers left. And it is probably for the better that Hanschen and Ernst found themselves alone.

"You're WHAT?!" Ernst wailed, his hands flying to his face in horror.

"I have been invited to go to a School for Wizards, Durmstrang. My family is most insistent that I go. I am very excited, but I have some reservations..." Hanschen looked at his closest friend and frowned, for there were silent tears streaming down the boy's face. "Ernst, please, you are not making this any easier for me." Hanschen looked away.

"I know all of that! First you tell me you are a wizard." Ernst hiccupped, "but NOW you are telling me that you are going away and leaving me here? When am I to study with you!?" he clutched Hanschen's shoulders, turning him around. "I know it is selfish of me, but you are my only friend besides the girls! You cannot go!" Ernst looked up into the face that was silently staring down at him, expressionless. "Hanschen." Ernst choked. "Say something."

"I must go. It is only for a few years." Hanschen said, truing his head from his crying friend. Ernst furiously wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. "A few years?!" Ernst sobbed. "I cannot last that long without seeing you!" he turned from Hanschen and started running down the old vineyard path. It was only a moment before Hanschen caught up with the smaller boy. He grabbed Ernst's arms and dragged him close, they boy struggling in his grasp, trying to free himself from Hanschen's vice grip.

"Did you not think this was hard for me as well?" Hanschen hissed through closed teeth, holding the other boy now at arm's length. Ernst stilled. "It did not look as if it was hard for you at all. You seemed positively glowing when you told me." The smaller boy managed to get out. "You seemed all too excited at the prospect of leaving me and going off to that Godforsaken place." He shuddered. "Have you no remorse at leaving? Will you not miss me even a tiny bit?" silent tears began to spill from his eyes once again as he looked up into Hanschen's face.

Hanschen sighed and pulled the boy into a tight embrace, Ernst stood, his arms held at his side. The shock of the tender embrace stopped his tears. Hanschen brought a hand to Ernst's face and wiped the traces of tears off his cheeks with a soft thumb. Hugging the boy close, Hanschen laid his head in the crook of Ernst's neck, one of his hands snaking up Ernst's back and tangling it's self into his soft, dark locks.

The smaller boy sobbed once more and wrapped his hands around Hanschen's strong back, holding on to him as tightly as he could. They stood there silently, clutching each other tightly for a long moment. After a while, Ernst could feel Hanschen fumbling with his shirt collar, pulling it down as something warm and wet attached itself to his neck. He stood there in shock as Hanschen licked and sucked. As he fumbled with one hand to open the top buttons of Ernst's collar, the other snaked itself under the back of his shirt and ran firmly up and down his side, pulling him close.

It was only when Ernst felt Hanschen nibble on his collarbone, the hand on his back dipping dangerously low into the band of his trousers, that he snapped out of his daze, throwing himself from Hanschen and looking back in terror at him as he stumbled back. "H-hanchen!" he stammered. He looked into Hanschen's face, a strange mix of emotions shadowing the usually calm and emotionless face. "I-I must be going." He turned on his heel and ran off. This time, Hanschen made no move to follow.

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Hanschen was unusually distraught. He really had not meant to do what he did to Ernst, it sort of happened without him realizing it, and once he did, he realized he did not want to stop. But when Ernst had pushed him away, a look of sheer terror on his face, Hanschen's heart had felt as though a dagger had been wrenched through it. He did not like that feeling.

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He threw the rest of his clothes into his trunk and walked over to his desk and opened the top drawer. He slowly lifted the letter he had received that afternoon out and opened it for the hundredth time. It was from Ernst.

Hansy,

I hope you enjoy your stay at Durmstrang.

That is all it said. There was no signature, but Hanschen did not need to see a signature to tell who that elegant, slanting cursive belonged to. He wrapped the letter in a handkerchief and placed it in on the pile of clothes in his open trunk.

He and Ernst hadn't been close as children. Ernst spent most of his time with the girls, and he had spent most of his time alone, reading in the vineyard. Once in school together, they had gravitated towards each other. The girls no longer wanted Ernst around all the time, and Hanschen, although he was loath to admit it, enjoyed the presence of the shy boy. So much so did he enjoy it that when Ernst had started asking him to help tutor him in Latin, Hanschen could not say no. They had been close ever since.

They had become so inseparable that it was almost strange to Hanschen when the quiet boy was not around. He sighed. I'm going to have to get over this. He thought to himself, pacing around his room, emptied of all his belongings besides those he was bringing to Durmstrang. Ernst and I were friends, nothing more. He dropped his well-thumbed copy of Romeo and Juilet into the trunk. Now we are nothing. He thought bitterly. I have ruined Ernst. I will never see him again. He will never find it in himself to forgive me. Hanschen returned to pacing the floor, waiting for his father to call him down to catch the train.

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Ernst was confused. He was so thoroughly confused. Lying in his bed, he had been replaying what happened in the vineyard over and over in his mind. Hanschen had been walking Ernst home, but instead of taking the usual route, he had veered into the vineyard instead. Once they were situated beneath the vines, Hanschen had rather blurted out that he was a wizard, and was going to transfer to a different school. Ernst had been shocked. He thought Hanschen must have been drunk. You are drunk. He said in disbelief, standing up slowly. This is some kind of joke. Tell me it is. Where is Melchior? He must be in on this. Hanschen had only to look at Ernst. You're not joking, are you?

No, I'm not. Hanschen replied coolly. Come, sit down by me and we will talk. I want you to believe me. I am not joking.

Ernst sat back down beside his friend. I cannot believe this. In the Bible, there are many miracles, but none of them are magic. Magic is a thing of evil. You…

Ernst. Hanschen's voiced sounded pained. His mouth moved, but no words came out as he floundered to find the right words to say to Ernst. At length he said, I am sorry if you cannot accept what I am. I was rather shocked myself, but I am very excited to be going to school there in the fall. He did not mean for it to come out as coldly as it did. He looked away from Ernst.

It is some ways away from here. I will be gone all year, and return for the summer. I hope this does not change-Hanschen stopped when he realized Ernst was no longer listening.

Ernst did not hear anything after 'gone all year' he was staring at Hanschen, a strange emotion twisting across his boyish face.

Hanschen touched his arm, snapping Ernst out of his trance. "You're WHAT?!" he wailed, his hands flying to his face in horror.

He had been thoroughly startled by Hanschen's confession, and even more startled when Hanschen had held him close, doing those things to him. But the thing that scared him the most were the butterflies that appeared in his stomach, the tingling sensation where Hanschen had rubbed his back, the fact that his thoughts seemed to melt from his mind. That is what scared him the most about the meeting between him and Hanschen in the vineyard.

But he had run away. Once his thoughts flooded back, he realized what was happening, and he was afraid. And now he would have no chance to see Hanschen till the summer. The thought was unbearable. They were inseparable. They were Hanschen and Ernst, one did not mention one without the other.

Ernst got out of bed and sat at his desk, getting out a piece of paper and his quill and inkwell.

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"Hanschen! It is time to go!" He picked up his trunk and carried it to the front door, joining his father in the carriage. He was off, headed to Durmstrang. This is going to be a long year, he thought dejectedly.

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harry potter chapter is up next, and then things will start to get interesting~

i just wanted to introduce all the characters before i mash them all up~