Story Title: One-Hundred Degrees Fahrenheit

Summary: Owen Cauldwell is your average Hufflepuff Wizard. He's shy, he's cocky, he's tainted, he hates 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', he hates the Dark Side and the Light Side, he likes to argue, and he's gay. Just your average Hufflepuff Wizard. He begins his relationship with Zacharias Smith simply: Yule Ball. So how did it turn into this?!

Pairings: Main- OWEN/ZACHARIAS Side- Owen/Benny, Owen/Cedric, Owen/Jay, Justin/Susan –Hufflepuff Centric-

Rating: K+ - T+ Material here, boys and girls.

Authoress: I. Have. An. Angel (I'm so awesome, I'm UNDERLINED)

Owen fixed his tie and glared at Justin through the mirror. The blond was lounging around lazily on his bed, watching Owen struggle.

"Wen, you look fine. I'm sure Zacharias will drool over you… He would even if you were in rags." The blond laughed at Owen's put off face and stood from the bed, grabbing the black haired teen's arm, dragging him up the stairs. Susan sighed and smiled, running over to the two fifth years. She kissed Justin's cheek and smiled at Owen. She was wearing a black, second-skin like dress with a sequined 'S' in the center. However, the Hufflepuff wasn't paying attention to her. He only had eyes for his blond forth year who had just entered the Common Room from Hufflepuff House's private library. Owen flashed the blond a smile and saluted Justin before walking over to his date.

"Hi Owen," Zacharias said in a small voice. Owen bent into a bow and held his hand out to Zacharias who took it hesitantly, his face turning a stunning red when he was pulled flush against Owen. "O-Owen?" Owen felt a flash of guilt; Zacharias was nervous enough.

With a wink Owen said, "Don't worry yourself, Love, I won't bite," as an afterthought he added, "yet." He poked his tongue out teasingly and led Zacharias out of the Common Room. Jay, Benny, Susan, Hannah, Ernie, and Justin were waiting for them.

"Bloody ponces," Jay hissed.

"You're a 'bloody ponce'," Benny snapped, smacking the back of Jay's head, "so shut up." Jay cringed and looked away, blushing. Zacharias rolled his eyes.

"Merlin, you both are idiots. Shut up and let's go dance." Owen hid a smile. This was his Zacharias.

"Wen?" Justin asked, peering at his somewhat dazed friend in concern. "You're not high are you? Shit, I told you not to do it tonight! On no!"

"Shut up, Justin," Ernie snapped. "Wen is just… Ogling his date." He wiggled his eye brows suggestively. Zacharias blushed and Owen blinked.

"Merlin's Wand, Ernie. You are a prat. Bigger than Potter, I bet that," Owen remarked as they began their ascent to the Great Hall. Cedric would have hung around but he was one of two Champions.

"You, uh, don't like Harry?" Benny asked quietly. He adored Harry because he had, in Benny's opinion, a 'Don't Screw With Me' attitude ever since he was chosen and that was 'super sexay'. Owen smiled brightly as they entered the Entrance Hall.

"Don't like him?" he repeated, stopping beside Cedric and his date. "Of course that is a lie!"

"Oh," Benny sighed, "thank Merlin, I mean-"

"I absolutely abhor the boy," Owen finished. "Hello Cedric, Miss Chang. Have you met my date? No offense meant, Miss Chang, but Zacharias is just darling this evening."

Justin, Ernie, Benny, and Jay exchanged looks of amused confusion. The three girls –Hannah, Susan, and Cho- smiled good naturedly, Zacharias blushed dark red, and Owen and Cedric prattled on like nobody's business.

"- Krum could win, but we're at Hogwarts, Cedric," Owen was saying.

Cedric snorted and looked past him, raising his brows. Owen turned as well and was not focused on the girl that Cedric was. His eyes were for the bloody 'Boy-Who-Lived'. The Beautiful-Boy-Who-Lived. But that's a secret. Cedric patted Owen's shoulder gently. "You can like Potter, you know," he whispered so only the fifth year could hear him. Owen scoffed. "You can. You just can't hurt Zacharias." Owen turned and glared at the sixth year and rolled his eyes, pushing away. Only to end up crashing into the Beauty-Who-Lived.

"Oh, oh, sorry!" Potter blubbered. Owen looked at him, glared for a moment, and sighed.

"Whatever. Be careful." Owen towered over the nervous fourth year.

"Owen!" Justin warned before going on explaining things to Zacharias in hushed tones so Potter couldn't hear. Owen cupped Harry's face in his hands and heard squeals erupt.

"Wouldn't want to scratch this pretty face of yours yet, Potter," Owen finished, releasing the boy like nothing happened. He turned and smiled apologetically at Zacharias, ignoring the champions. "Let's go, love. I'd like to get a good spot." He winked and held out his hand which Zacharias took and the black haired teen led Zacharias in.