Peter did not like Charms. Too much waving of wands and complicated flapping. He was no good at it. The only good thing he could think of on the spot about this class was his partner, Anthony, who he had the world's biggest crush on. Probably. It was meant to be a secret, but everyone knew about this crush, except Anthony. He hoped. If Anthony knew, it would be the end of everything.

Of course, Anthony knew.

In fact, he'd known for quite some time, and had an equally large crush on his friend. He just happened to be far better at hiding it, and using it to flirt and see that adorable blush on his friend's face. He was waiting for a suitably surprising time to tell Peter all of this, so he could exploit the embarrassment it would be sure to cause Peter.

The lesson was dragging horribly. Anthony could only twirl his wand between slender fingers and wait until the practical section, bored out of his mind.

Unless...

He nudged the boy sitting in front of him with his foot.
"Turlough! You're good at Charms."

"Yes..." The redheaded boy nodded cautiously.

"Enchant Peter's inkwell to stain everything... I have an idea..." He passed the inkwell down, Peter not even noticing, so entranced was he with what appeared to be a small fly buzzing around the classroom ceiling. Peter, it seemed, was more bored than he was, and far less resourceful.

Turlough whispered a few words into the inkwell and passed it back up, muttering,
"You better not explode anything. Last time you had an idea you blew up the entire dorm's homework..."

"Oh, don't worry..." Anthony carefully replaced the inkwell before aiming his wand at the fly that was proving to be a great distraction to Peter and releasing a single white spark to zap it into a crisp. It was a wonder that Professor Pink hadn't noticed yet, but he didn't exactly pay much attention to him and Peter. He'd given up on making them concentrate, Anthony thought.

Peter looked over at him with an annoyed glance.
"What was that for? I was... Concentrating..." He stopped as he realised the hypocrisy of his words.

"Don't you worry..." He smirked at Peter, producing a small flush of colour. Lovely. "There's something I have to tell you." He leaned in close to his friend's face.

Peter did the same, noticeably placing one hand right next to the enchanted inkwell. This was just wonderful. Perfect, even.

Anthony leaned further, so his mouth was right next to Peter's ear.
"I know about your crush on me... In fact, it's rather endearing. Hogsmeade, next weekend?"

Peter's reaction was immediate and hilarious. He turned approximately the colour of a ripe tomato and pulled his hand away, flicking the inkwell into the air and sending it splattering all over his robes and hair. It clattered to the floor but no one seemed to notice.

"W-what?! You-are you-what!" He was obviously trying to be quiet, and he was doing well, but Turlough had turned around, at least.

"Asking you on a date? Yes."

"I-I-oh. I-yes. Yes. Yes. Okay. Of course. I- Yes." He settled down a little.

"We got there eventually..."

Professor Pink chose that moment to look over at the two, a concerned frown on his face when he realised what was going on.
"What's going on over there, boys? Mister Davison, why are you covered in ink?! Go to the bathrooms, clean yourself up."

Peter nodded, still slightly in shock, and stood up, dropping his bag twice before he managed to get it over his shoulder.

"I'll go with him, professor. He seems incapable of speech, let alone wandering the corridors." Anthony leapt up and put an arm around Peter, guiding him out of the door. "He might be having a reaction to the ink." He said, to a chorus of laughs as Peter ignored them, and continued along the corridors until they reached a bathroom.

Peter was starting to get a few of his senses back, and the first thing he did once safely inside was confront Anthony.

"What was that?! Look what you made me do! This better wash out..." He turned the taps on and stuck his head under them to try and rinse the dark splashes of ink away, to absolutely no avail.

"What IS this stuff?"

"Ask Turlough. Whatever he did to it, that stuff's going to be there for a while. Probably still be there by our first date. Maybe even the second..."

Peter turned to face Anthony, blond and blue-ish fringe dripping into his face. It was rather adorable, really. He looked like he was going through a rebellious phase and had tried and failed to dye his hair.
"Why?!"

Anthony smirked, stepping closer and running a hand through his new boyfriend's hair. Peter blushed again. This was too easy.
"So, my dear, I can help you wash it all out later..." He practically purred.

Peter just knocked his hand away and gave him an exasperated look.

"Shut up."