Disclaimer: Everything related to Hogwarts!verse belongs to J K Rowling, all of the Dalton!verse characters belong to Mamma CP and the OCs are thanks to one of three things: my friends volunteering, my brain making them up or the special guest I have dropped in because I can ;) Also, the title was inspired by 'Magic Works' from the OST of 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire', so credit goes to whoever wrote it.


Logan was walking to the Ravenclaw Common Room after his prefecting duties- having left Sarah (the sixth year Slytherin who he got on pretty well with) on the corridor leading to the Dungeons- when he heard a voice behind him.

"Logan! Logan! Wait up!"

He growled; he did not want to deal with his Father. Preferably ever, but school was meant to be an escape from him, so to have him there was a big inconvenience. He continued walking.

"Logan! Don't ignore me!"

He sighed exasperatedly and stopped, turning on a well-polished heel to face the approaching man. "Yes, Father?"

"I just wanted to catch up, see what you're up to. I'll walk you back to your common room." He reached the blond and the two continued walking in the direction Logan had been heading moments before. The tension between them could have been cut with a knife, but the Ravenclaw just gritted his teeth and prayed it would be over soon enough. "So, that First Task was really something, huh?"

"Yeah, it was. They all did well."

"They did," the sandy-haired man nodded. "How are your classes going?"

"You should know; you've had monthly reports on my progress since Fourth Year."

"But I want to know from you. How are your NEWT studies coming along?"

"Fine."

"Good," the Minister nodded and there was quiet for a moment. "It really does bring back memories, walking down these hallways. All of the fun I had in here…"

"I'm sure it does."

He was quiet again, clearly trying to think of another conversation topic. "I've heard that Professor Coulter is very impressed with your work in Charms."

"She is; she told me."

"What about your other classes? Defence Against The Dark Arts? Transfiguration? Potions?"

"Fine. Going well."

"Logan, can't you just have a proper conversation with me like a mature adult?"

"Why should I?" He stopped and faced his Father. "You never usually give a crap, as long as I get good grades that's all that matters to you, right? As long as I stay out of trouble and don't risk tarnishing your reputation then it doesn't matter how I feel about everything-"

"Logan, what are you talking about? I do care about you-"

"Don't bullshit me, Dad!" he shouted. "This is the first time since before I came out that you've even asked anything close to how I am. You don't care about me! You just want me to get the Outstanding NEWTs so you can brag about how well you've raised me despite everything that's happened. Just because you're here, doesn't mean you can start acting like a Father to me; you haven't acted like one in years and I've done just fine without you having to." He sent his Father a final icy glare. "Goodnight, Minister," he spat, before striding over to the Common Room entrance and listening to the riddle, then answering before making his way in.

When he entered the Common Room, anyone within a ten foot radius of the blond Prefect scattered, knowing the seventh year was not someone to mess with when he was angry. He stormed up the stairs and headed straight for his dorm, unaware of the brunet following him up the staircase. Upon entering his dorm he slammed the door, only becoming aware of his boyfriend behind him when he heard the wood connect sharply with the arm Julian had held out to deflect it. He turned, his teeth gritted and his green eyes almost flaming with the burning anger bubbling inside him, boiling his blood.

The actor approached him slowly, taking slow, precise steps until he stood in front of the blond. "Lo, what's the matter? What happened?"

"My Dad found me walking back after patrols," he started, his voice eerily calm given his expression. "And he insisted on walking me back and talking to me. Like, he was asking how I was and how I was doing with my studying for NEWTs- which are months away, might I add- and I just… why is he suddenly acting like he gives a shit? What is he trying to prove? Is he trying to make it look like we have any form of a relationship? After years of barely talking to me and avoiding being around me, he thinks he can make it all up with one shitty conversation about how I'm actually feeling about my classes and acting like he gives a damn about how I'm doing! He's never cared before!" His hands had balled into fists and he has visibly tightened up more-so than he was when he first entered the Common Room. "As long as I get Outstanding in my classes and don't cause any problems that could affect his reputation he doesn't give a shit, so how dare he suddenly start trying to act like a Father to me! I've been just fine without his attention for years."

"Lo," the brunet's tone was soft as he rested his hands on the Prefect's shoulders, stroking his thumbs over the tightly strung muscles. "Your Dad can try and pull whatever crap he wants, but at the end of it all, it is your decision whether or not you decide to go along with it. Not his. He's the one who put such a strain on your relationship, so he's the one who has to make it up to you. And it's for you to decide when he has done enough for you to forgive him, if he ever does. He's doing it to make himself look good, we know that, and if you don't want to take his bullshit then you don't have to." He ran his hands down more relaxed arms. "It's your call on what happens now, not his." Julian pulled the blond down for a soft kiss. "And no matter what you decide, you know I will support you one hundred percent, even if I end up having to be civil with him."

"I don't see that happening anytime soon." Logan chuckled softly and the actor grinned gently, glad to have cheered his boyfriend up, even a little. "I just hate that he's only doing this for his image."

"I know. It's not right." He wrapped his arms around Logan's athletic frame, and felt familiar arms surround him moments later, the blond resting his head on top of Julian's and they held each other, simply feeling one another as they allowed time to slip by. "If he can't see how much of an amazing, wonderful son he has, then fuck him. Fuck him with a Chinese Chomping Cabbage." He felt the blond jolt with a laugh and he grinned, squeezing softly before they pulled apart. "Do you want to lie down?"

"Yeah." Logan nodded, taking his hand and leading him to his bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling off his robes and tie before crawling on to the large bed, pulling Julian down moments later and into his arms. "I love you, Diva."

"I love you too, Squid," he replied, tilting his head up and meeting the blond in a soft kiss.


AN: I hope you enjoyed this installment! Until next time, lovelies! :)