Deathly Week

Warning: Contain spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. If you haven't read it, read it now. You have no excuse whatsoever! (And if you're poor, I can email you an illegal version… but shhh)

Monday- 5 pm

"Hey, brat. Do you want to go eat out with me tonight?"

The request was just to look good. Ryoma never rejected an offer to be bought dinner-

"Can't. I'm mourning."

-usually.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Keigo said, his voice losing any arrogance it had held a second ago. "Who is it?"

Ryoma didn't respond right away.

"You don't know her," he answered at last, with a small snort. "Try calling me tomorrow."

Atobe nodded even if Ryoma couldn't see him. When he hung up, he swore that the next day, he'd cheer Ryoma up and take him somewhere fun.

Tuesday- 3:30 pm

"Hello, may I talk to Ryoma please?"

"HE'S DEAD!"

Keigo had the impression that his heart dropped in his chest. "What?"

"Mad-Eye's dead!"

This time, Keigo recognized his lover's voice and exhaled a grateful breath. "Do you want to go to an amusement park?"

He felt the hesitations- pretty much, the pause in Ryoma's sobbing.

"I can't," Ryoma finally replied. "Constant vigilance."

Wednesday- 3 PM (Let's say school is over by now XD)

Atobe's black limo parked in front of Seishun Gakuen Middle School.

"Thanks."

Atobe stepped out and immediately spotted his boyfriend. In a flash, he was beside the sad looking teen, pulling him in his arms.

"It's alright, love. I'm sure they both found peace. How about we-"

"Sorry, Keigo," Ryoma murmured, detangling himself from the warm embrace. "I left when they said they would bury Dobby. I have to see it…"

Atobe was slightly shocked at the third refusal (and surprised at the third death). He forced a gentle and reassuring smile onto his face. "I understand."

Thursday-

Atobe didn't even bother. He always considered himself a great boyfriend (a great everything would be more accurate, to be true); if Ryoma wanted some time alone, he would have it.

Atobe never denied anything to those he cherished.

Friday- 1:30 pm

Friday however found the rich heir waiting rather impatiently on the Echizens' doorstep.

"I came to see-"

Nanako cut him with a shake of the head. "He's in his bedroom crying. When I entered to bring him his lunch, he gripped my shirt and wailed about a certain Snape who didn't deserve to die.

"Come back later, Keigo-san," she added when he opened his mouth to protest.

Before the clock rang 6 o'clock, Keigo was ringing yet again at Ryoma's house. This time, he carried a large box wrapped in expensive paper gift.

"Ineed to see your son," the diva demanded as greeting when Nanjiroh pulled the door open.

The latter man shrugged. "The sentimental fool is still locked up in his bedroom, but go ahead."

Atobe nodded before hastily climbing the stairs. Echizen Ryoma would not push his brilliant self away anymore. Keigo would force him to find comfort on his more than welcoming shoulder.

He knocked on the door as weakly as possible in his current annoyed state- after all, the poor boy was mourning.

No response.

He tried again, a bit louder. "Ryoma, Ore-sama came to see you and I'd appreciate that-"

"Busy."

Atobe twitched. "Ore-same orders you to open that door."

Ryoma didn't even reply.

"Now," Keigo warned, anger building up in him. "Or I'll break your door."

A distinct groan answered his threat. Ten seconds later, Keigo had his boyfriend in front of him. A very tired looking boyfriend.

"Wha'd'you 'want?" The small boy muttered, glaring at the intruder with his tearful swollen eyes.

"You can't avoid me anymore brat," Keigo declared importantly. "I'm taking you-"

Ryoma slammed the door in the diva's face without warning. Said diva stared incredulously at the obstacle between him and the impudent boy, his jaw hitting the floor (metaphorically).

"If you're not at my house in an hour, begging for my forgiveness, we're over!" Atobe yelled, kicking the innocent door in frustration.

Once more, only silence echoed.

--

Thirty minutes later, Echizen stood on Fuji's doorstep, a book held tenderly against his chest.

"Ah, Echizen," Fuji greeted him. "Finished already?"

Ryoma gave him a wry smile. "I had to hurry myself near the end because stupid Keigo has gone mad."

"You had to expect it," Fuji smiled, accepting the book Ryoma gave him back. "You saw the way Kunimitsu reacted when I neglected him last week, for the same reason…"

"No, I…"

Ryoma interrupted himself, his brows rising on his forehead before falling back in a frown. "You were the cause for all those laps!"

"Saa," Fuji grinned evilly. "J.K. Rowling was."

Ryoma rolled his eyes at the strange logic. "Anyway, I ought to be going. Need to be forgiven by Mister Drama Queen."

"Flatter his ego," Fuji suggested before closing the door on Ryoma (who had already turned away).

--

"I'm sorry," Ryoma bluntly announced the moment Atobe faced him. "And you really are the best thing alive."

Atobe frowned. "Is there something better than Ore-sama in death?"

Ryoma blinked. "I hadn't meant it that way, but… maybe Severus Snape."

Atobe blinked.

And Ryoma lost his chances of being easily forgiven when Atobe learned that his boyfriend preferred a book over him.

Not that the torture bothered him that much…

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Anyway… Why Severus Snape? Because I love him. And so does the person who signed the 200th review.