Ok here's chapter two! I don't own either of the two crossovers sadly. Hope you enjoy!
It felt odd, sleeping in such a small bed with someone larger than him. Even though it felt odd, he couldn't deny the warmth that circled his small body. He breathed softly, nuzzling his head under a chin.
"He's just like a little kitten when he's asleep…" He heard a sly voice purr. It made his eyebrow twitch, gaining a small chuckle. "My my…is someone awake?" Ciel allowed his eyes to open, gazing up at his guardian. A blush crept onto his cheeks, as he hid his face into a pillow, turning his body away. "Now my lord, you mustn't be like that."
"Says the pervert coddling a child in his sleep," the slytherin hissed. Sebastian chuckled lowly, arms tightening around the small form.
"Ah, but it seems my little lord liked it, after all, he was curled up so tightly into my chest." He teased, earning a brighter shade of red.
"Shut up!"
He was getting quite annoyed. This was the seventh time those goddamn stairs have changed on him today! It wasn't even time for first period yet!
"Ciel, are you alright?" Sebastian questioned, glancing down at the boy, the two finally arriving at the Great Hall.
"It's only been one day and I'm already beginning to feel stress." Ciel muttered angrily, causing a certain demon to chuckle. "This isn't funny, Sebastian." He hissed angrily, glaring down at his school uniform. "These uniforms are atrocious!" Ciel complained, as Sebastian sighed softly. How could he be so immature? Oh…he was stuck in the body of a child.
"You will grow accustomed to them." He told the petite boy, earning a glare. The crimson eyed demon only smirked, making his Earl snort and walk faster.
"I'm sitting with you." He said shortly as Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Because I do not want to sit with them."
"Ciel, you must learn how to socialize with others."
"And if I said no? I'm the one who gives orders, Sebastian." The demon only sighed tiredly, rubbing his temples. This child could be such a pain in the ass sometimes.
"I'm sorry Ciel, but you must sit here." He said sharply, forcing the boy to sit on the slytherin table, making those already there stare questionably. Ciel growled angrily, watching the dark clad man walk away, his robes trailing behind him. His glare intensified when he saw girls giggle at their new teacher. He turned his glare to his empty plate, and jumped, along with a few others when food, his favorite, appeared on it. He looked at Sebastian, who had his own wand out, flicking it in the direction of the boy. Perhaps the demon wasn't so useless after all.
Ignoring the stares and questions he was getting, he began to eat, not knowing he was soon going to be the talk of the school, along with Professor Michealis.
He bit into the blueberry scones slowly, savoring the sweet taste. His gaze turned to the tiny teacup beside him, wrapping two fingers around the handle and lifting it to his lips. He then noticed that everyone else had goblets, which made him snort.
'How improper, drinking out of that. Really what kind of people does that now a day? How revolting, and to think these people can themselves high-class.' The tea-grey haired boy thought to himself, patting crumbs off his lips with a small handkerchief. Ciel noticed the woman in green robes going around giving out timetables. Blue eyes blinked in curiosity.
"Ciel Phantomhive." She called out, and he shifted, turning to look at her. She saw him and handed him the parchment. He looked over the classes, a deep scowl on his lips.
Defense against the Dark Arts
Divination
Potions
Flying
Transfiguration
Muggle studies
He raised an eyebrow, Muggle studies? The boy frowned to himself, this was Sebastian's doing wasn't it? He glanced at the devil, only to find him smiling at him. Once finishing his breakfast, he stood, along with the professor. The male escorted the other to first period, which so happened to be his own class. Ciel was excited, to say the least. He would be seeing Sebastian beat up first years all the way through seventh years. He would see his demon teach them what took the demon nearly 200 years to teach Ciel alone. And, they had one year. This would be extremely interesting indeed.
"How was your breakfast, my lord?" The demon drawled out, pouring a cup of tea for his young master, and himself. Ciel settle in a seat, sipping from the cup.
"It was fine, as usual," Ciel responded. Sebastian merely nodded, watching the students pile in. Ciel paid them no mind, standing and placing his elegant cup into the professor's hands. Ignoring the smirk Sebastian flashed, he sat back down, leaning his chin onto his intertwined fingers casually, watching his demon at work.
"Good morning class." Sebastian began, the smirk widening causing a few girls to giggle silently. "I am Professor Michealis, and I am obviously, your new Defense against the dark arts teacher." He perched himself on top of his desk, eyes trailing over the students. "Over the course of one year, I will teach you how to perform life-saving spells, spells to defend yourself and others, and of course, how to fight without a wand, and with."
Students glanced at each other uneasily, while some scoffed, and others gleamed with excitement. Although Ciel was sorted with the first years, Sebastian noticed the class was of third years, his crimson eyes landed on three particular students. His smile widened, making them uncomfterable. Ciel noticed this, and silently chuckled.
A hand rose. "Yes Miss Granger?" He noticed the female flinch. How did he know her name?
"Excuse me for asking sir, but I was curious on how you and Ciel Phantomhive know each other." Hermione asked nervously. The male laughed softly, earning a few soft squeals.
"Ciel and I have known each other for a rather…long time now," Sebastian began, making the boy scoff. "For the while, I am his guardian, and seeing as though he isn't the most…social being, he depends a lot on me." He explained, as Ciel growled at the last part. Although nobody else could see, Sebastian noticed the flash of red overtaking the little demons blue orbs.
He turned, grabbing a piece of chalk, and began to write instructions on the board. Today, he decided they would go over what they had learned the year before from Professor Lockheart. Few groaned at the mention of his name, others laughed. A frown outlined the demons lips. They honestly didn't learn anything useful? What kind of teacher did they have, exactly?
"Perhaps I will test your knowledge then." He said slowly, tapping on his chin. He asked them various questions, such as what certain spells could do, and what certain animals were. Once they neared the end of the period, he allowed them to ask him questions, to an extent.
"Are you a vampire?"
"Where are you from?"
"Are you single?"
A few questions made Ciel choke on his breath, and Sebastian chuckle.
"I am not a vampire; my eyes are…normally this color. As from where I originate from, that is a secret. And at the moment," his eyes flashed quickly to Ciel, and back to the class. "I am single." That must have pleased most of the female population of the class. "However my attention mostly goes to Ciel, and now it'll go to taking care of your class, and all my other ones." Sebastian flashed another smile, waving the students off. Ciel stood slowly, meekly making his way to his once-butler.
"Sebastian…" He muttered softly, looking up at that black-clad demon with his big blue eyes.
"Is something wrong?" Came the response, as a blush crawled onto Ciel's features, causing the butler to become ever more confused.
"…Don't let those girls get to you," he muttered under his breath, placing a chaste kiss on the smooth cheek, and scurrying off to his next class, seconds before the next set of children flooded in. The professor snapped out of it, and began his next class.
He drummed his pampered fingers across the clothes surface of the table, leaning his cheek onto his free palm. Ciel's eyes were clouded with boredom, as he listened to that freak of a teacher drawl on and on about the 'wonders' of fortune telling. She was a better bull-shitter than Madam Red herself! A sigh escaped his lips, as she poured tea into everyone's cup, so that they could decipher omens. He sniffed the poorly-brewed tea, and sipped it quickly, so that he couldn't taste it.
"I don't want to do this." He said with a flat tone, as Ms. Trelawney frowned, shuffling over.
"You haven't even tried yet, my boy!" She stated in an airy tone, waving her arms to prove her point. Ciel rolled his arms, as the woman sighed, and took his cup. When Mrs. Trelawney peered into his cup, she screamed, dropping the cup. Sadly the rather pretty tea cup shattered into a million pieces. Students stared at him, as Ciel stared at her, a playful smirk on his luscious lips.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Trelawney?" He asked the trembling woman. She pointed a bony finger at him, eyes wide.
"W…what are you?" She rasped, as a few students gasped. Ciel only chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm a student of course, why do you ask?" She backed away, and left to examine other cups, a certain shaggy haired boy getting a similar response, but with an actual answer. "This class is rubbish." The little lord murmured, a few follow slytherins agreeing with him. Ciel sighed softly, an irritated frown on his lips. This class was a complete waste of his time. And his time was precious; he was an Earl after all.
After a few minutes, he stood, gathered his things, and left his now least favorite class.
Potions wasn't all that bad, he had to admit. This Snape character was interesting, he reminded the little lord of Sir Randell.
"Mr. Phantomhive, can you tell me exactly what a polyjuice potion is capable of achieving?" Ciel looked up from daydreaming, the same scowl on his facial expressions.
"A polyjuice potion gives you the complete form of the person you are trying to disguise as. For example," he began, waving his free hand, the other supporting his cheek. "If the person you are disguising as has a prothestictic limb, a leg per say, the potion is capable of removing your current leg, and grow that fake limb. When the potion fades, your leg will return back to its original state." Ciel opened his clouded orbs, gazing at the professor. Snape merely smirked.
"Ten points to Slytherin." A few gaped at him, as he twirled and fiddled with the ring on his finger.
And thus, his day dragged by, consisting of the boy outsmarting students, and gaining more points for his house, who seemed quite happy with him. Leaving classes, a few patted his back, earning glares of hatred. One thing these children would have to learn, do not touch Ciel Phantomhive unless he gives you permission. He really hoped they had gotten that threw their thick skulls. Lunch came and flew by, much to the little demons distaste.
On the way to his last class, Muggle studies, he so happened to have bumped into Sebastian. The startled boy glared at the male, earning a pat on the head. "How was your day so far, Ciel?" The demon questioned, leaning down slightly, as the boy shrugged his shoulders.
"I only have one more class," he paused, before glancing at the taller man. "I'm spending the rest of the day with you, no excuses or questions." With that said, he swept by him, and followed a few classmates to his last class.
Sebastian blinked, eyebrow raised, but he shrugged it off, returning to his class. He was being nice with these kids, but he and Ciel knew that he would have to become harsher, and much stricter. Of course Ciel was not a fighter, as he was the brains, but Sebastian couldn't treat him like royalty forever, right? The thought of training the little thing made the corners of Sebastian's devious lips tug upwards. There were…many other ways he could…train his little lord, though those thoughts were strictly kept in the bedroom.
Ciel shuddered softly, and sneezed, blinking his eyes. Was somebody talking about him? Nah, probably not. He shook the thought off, answering his hand to answer another question. Once the class ended, he made his way to Sebastian's class room, watching him write a few questions on the board. He sat on top of the desk, legs crossed. When Sebastian looked over, his eyes trailed lower, to the slips of exposed skin on the Earl's legs. He did prefer shorts over regular pants. Seeing as though the students weren't here yet, the demon found it appropriate to pin the little lord to his seat, smirking down at him.
"And just what are you doing, Sebastian?" Ciel demanded, frowning up at the demon. Sebastian tilted the little lord's chin, licking his lips.
"I just want a taste my lord." He purred, pressing his cool lips against the equally chill ones. A defenseless moan escaped the young Earls lips, as he shakily pressed his lips closer to the others, gripping Sebastian's robe. Before the kiss could progress, Sebastian swiftly pulled away, sitting the dazed boy in the seat of his own desk. The demon chuckled lowly upon seeing the dazed look on Ciel's face.
Ciel practically hissed at him to be quiet, causing the Professor to clear his throat to get everyone's attention. Some of the seventh years didn't listen. Ciel saw this as a challenge, and smirked. Some gave their professor sass, making the easily-irritable man twitch and sneer when his back was turned. This would be a fun class.
There you go you guys chapter 2! I hope its abit longer than the last one. I really need to get more sleep lol. I have exams next week A and so many projects and orals to do. It sucks I'll try my best to keep writing!
