A/N: This one is for Sinattea, because your reviews are awesome and absolutely made my day : (although I got to them kind of late XS) And I'm sorry, you're right about the seventeen/fifth year mistake XS let's just say they're sixteen. Also, this one is a little short, sorry.

A spell a day keeps the Dark Lord away

It's always funny to a point. At an opportune moment, sometimes, a joke stops to be funny. Most people would disagree with this statement while being unable to provide proof that it is inaccurate. If the total unification of Erik and Charles' friends was ever to participate in this debate, however, they would have definite proof that a joke can still indeed be funny, even after several weeks.

Emma could say that she still laughs at that time when Charles was staring (it was legitimate observation! Don't make me sound like a creep!) at Erik in Potions and poured fire tree essence all over his robes. Or that time when Charles ran face-first into a column because Erik smiled at him.

Janos, for his part, could forever tease Erik with that time he fell asleep in Runes and had a... quite vocal dream about Charles. Of course, he was only cooing nonsense about the Ravenclaw while drooling on his notes but in Erik world, that was totally uncool (secretly, it was totally cool because Charles was giving Erik sexy times in that dream).

Ever since that morning in the Astronomy Tower, two of Hogwarts brightest students had turned into complete and utter idiots...

For one another.

And all of their mixed community of friends were having a laugh riot about it. Except for Moira, Moira thought it was cute. And maybe Raven, maybe she was having a little too much fun with it (Charles has never ever ever imagined such crude thoughts could ever come out of his wee little sister's mouth. Ever.)

And as ever, the two blundering idiots in question were as oblivious as a wall.

"Uh?"

"I said, Weasley Wizard Wheezes is thinking of expanding to Scotland― were you even listening to me?" Someone was clearly irritated towards Erik which was, in all fairness, nothing new.

"No."

"God, Erik, you are such a jerkwa― oooh, what do we have here!" Something that had previously slipped his attention now caught the eye of a formerly pissy Armando.

"You're staring at Xavier again, aren't you? Ha, you're so smitten it's not even funny! No wait, it's funny. Nevermind." All bad moods cast aside, Armando was now laughing earthily at a tomato-faced Erik.

"Shut up."

"Oooh, 'shut up!' Gee, Mister I-have-an-iron-rod-stuck-in-my-bum, I wonder how I can come up with a proper comeback."

In a slow motion worthy of the best thriller/action movies, Erik turned his head towards the snarky American Gryffindor, all pretence of shyness well away from his face, looking positively murderous.

"Gee, Mister The-only-way-I-can-manage-to-survive-the-next-few-minutes-is-because-of-my-mutation, I wonder how you can."

"Oooh, look at my wrist, I'm nearly late for being far far away from here. Gotta go." And with a clumsy flail, Armando got the hell out of dodge.

"He's looking at you."

"What? Where?"

"Five o'clock, don't look! Ah, you twit..." But it was too late. Charles had whipped his head towards Erik never minding Raven's firm advice to not.

In the second his gaze had connected with Erik's, Charles broke out into a large grin. Erik, who had worn a similar expression, blushed and ducked his head.

"You schoolgirls." Raven rolled her eyes so far into her head they could've stuck, not that Charles noticed.

"Schoolboys, actually. Dear sister, I'm well aware that I am equipped with the male apparatus and firmly believe Erik is as well." Charles replied dreamily.

"First off, talking about your junk, ew. But Erik's, I don't mind, you know. For further notice... When you are finally tapping that ass, you are telling me everything."

"Raven!" Charles had at least managed to sound slightly appalled.

"What! I'm just sayin'." The other snarky American Gryffindor tossed her hair elegantly over her shoulder.

"Where did you even learn those words." Charles asked, slightly grossed out.

"Uh, Charlie, I'm fifteen, okay? Not twelve."

"Don't call me Charlie, it makes me feel twelve... And you're late for Divination."

"Oh my god, whatever." In the expected typical teenage reaction, Raven stormed out to her Divination class.

It's just, when are you going to bone him, already?

RAVEN!

Again, just sayin'.

"Can you accio a person?"

"What? No! Why?"

Alex pondered his answer before giving it to Armando.

"Well, let's say I summon Charles and Erik to the Room of Requirements and locked them in there until they come out married or something, could I do that?"

"First of all, no. And even if you could, it would be extremely dangerous." Armando, the usually loud kid that he was, was a bit exasperated.

"Uh, right. I didn't think of that."

"Of course you didn't."

"Fuck you."

"You too."

"I didn't mean it, you know you're my bud."

"I know."

"Good."

A moment passed in comfortable silence until someone, identity as of yet unknown, barged into the door of the study room the two friends were in.

"Hello, Stooges Second and Third. I need a word." A blonde Ravenclaw girl stood in the doorway, gaze cool and unshakeable.

"Oh no, it's the Ice Queen." Armando shivered.

"What does she want from us?" Alex, unamused, attempted to stare her down. Only he couldn't. Because he was attempting to stare down Emma Frost who could, like, kill you with her brain.

Before Armando could even reply the words 'I don't know', Emma spoke again. "We have to do something. If I hear Charles whining about Erik and his perfect face one more sodding time, I will set someone on fire. And then freeze them."

"Woah." Alex and Armando said in unison. For a moment there, one of them even might have let slip a 'scary'.

"Can you even do that?" Alex asked, awestruck.

"Honey, charms class is only useful if you listen." With the demeanour worthy of royalty, she took a seat next to the boys.

"So, my little ponies. How do we do this?"

CLIFFHANGER? OH, BUT I THINK SO. I am back in business with this baby!