~Fifth Year~

Apparently there was someone that stupid.

Red couldn't help but think as the Slytherin openly flirted with Nigel in front of him. Couldn't he tell the Spy wanted nothing- let alone to be alone- with him?

Tell him no, the Russian thought angry as he glared at the white haired teen, as though somehow he could transfer his thoughts to the Brit.

"I'm flattered."

Snap!

Hearing the noise the Rouge haired teen glanced down only to find the silverware he had been holding was snapped cleanly in two, carefully placing the two halves back on the table the Russian reached for his glass. Something strong would probably help him calm down.

"And what time did you say?"

Crunch!

God damn it!

Placing down the broken goblet, the golden eyed teen gripped the table tightly as he tried to reign in the urge to throttle Riddle here and now- who the fuck cared if he had an audience?

It probably wasn't all that nice what he was doing- and probably not that safe either, but he could handle Riddle, maybe, if he got out of hand- yet Nigel had to be honest, as it sure as hell was amusing.

Finally the younger seemed to have reached his limit as he swiftly made his way to his feet and glared down at the elder teen.

"Can I speak to you for a minute?"

Slowly emerald eyes moved from the imprints of the smaller's hands on the table to that burning golden eye.

"Of Course. "

Standing, Nigel grabbed his pack and followed the raging Russian out of the Great Hall.

He was not angry.

Nyet. Whatever could give you that idea?

He was just...Righteously upset.

He just needed to calm down, that was all, of course it hadn't help to calm him down when Riddle thought he was entitled to follow them. And why ever would he be angry over such a small little thing?

Nyet. Red was not angry.

"Red he can't breathe! You're going to kill him!"

The rouge's hands tightened further around the damn Slytherins throat as the other thrashed about underneath him in a futile gesture.

"That's the point."

The Russian all but snarled as he watched Riddle's face turn a dark blue-ish-purple shade with extreme satisfaction.

Nyet, Red wasn't angry. He was furious.

Blood colored eyes watch in open annoyance as the Ravenclaw he was attempting to charm left next to the Russian to discuss something or another.

Not one to be dismissed- especially when he was finally getting somewhere- Tom Riddle cast both a delusion and silence spell upon himself before following to two to a almost always deserted part of the castle.

Theories ran erupt in the Slytherins mind as for what possible reasons the two could have for coming here.

A secret pet?

An unsupervised potion?

Family magic?

Secret magic?

Maybe even Dark magic?

Eagerly he had observed the two, just waiting for whatever secret they would unknowingly tell him.

Only what he had acquired was not something he had expected.

With an inhuman snarl, the golden eyed Ravenclaw had spun on heel and lunged at him- even managing to knock him down- as the rouge wrapped his delicate looking hands tightly around the stunned Slytherins throat in a unforgiving vice grip.

The Slytherin had tried to knock the younger looking male off of him but it appeared the Ravenclaw was stronger then Tom had first thought as everything he tried ended up with the same result:

Futile.

For the first time in years Tom Marvolo Riddle feared for his life as it became painfully clear t Russian wasn't letting go until he was nothing more then a cooling corpse at the smaller's feet.

The last thing the future dark lord recalled seeing was the Paranoid Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw he had tried seducing pulling the rather feral looking Russian off of him before everything faded into sweet oblivion.

"You were flirting with him for a month Tux!"

Sighing softly, Buck Rockgut glanced to the ceiling of his Arch Nemesis and Rival's ceiling as the two continued onwards with their argument.

Really he had know the Nancy Cat was asking for trouble the moment he had started playing that Game with the Slytherin.

Though he was surprised at the level of control The Russian had used to hold himself together for so long, he was certain the smaller would snap after a week of it not a month.

"You're acting like a jealous prat Red!"

Really? He still hadn't figured it out?

What else did he need the Russian -Wave around a giant neon colored flag with bright glittered words declaring his affections to the world?- to do before the rather obvious- at least in this category- spy caught on?

"That's because I am!"

Silence filled the room as two sets of eyes locked onto the Russian, who jabbed a finger roughly into the Nancy Cat's chest.

"You're mine. Rockgut's mine. I. Do. Not. Share!"

For a moment brief pregnant pause filled the room as the Russian's lone eye widened slightly in surprise- so he hadn't meant that outburst after all- before the rouge spun on hell and locked himself in the rooms bathroom.

He hadn't meant that.

Well...Da, Red did mean every word but he hadn't quite to put I out there. His anger had clouded his judgment and his mind seemed to have forgot the filter to his mouth.

Glaring at the shattered mirror, as though it was its fault, the Russian allowed himself to slid down the bathroom wall and onto the marble flooring.

This was bad. He had bluntly- and tactlessly- confessed how he felt to the spy.

Forget bad, this was fucking horrible. If any of his enemies- let alone his allies- fount out about this...

Well...

Nigel and Rockgut were as good as dead and he was screwed.

What to do? What to do?

"Red, Open this door! You can't just throw something like that out at someone and just hide away!"

A hint of annoyace crept through the spy as he banged on the hard door the Russian had chosen to take shelter behind.

"He'll come out when he's managed to re-gather himself Nancy Cat."

Emerald eyes glanced over to the rather amused looking American sitting just so he was blocking the main door.

"Did you know?"

A single brow rose as the rouge eyed teen spoke, "I'm pretty sure everyone but you did. "

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"You're the spy here," Rockgut reminded him with an amused tone to his voice, "It was rather obvious anyway."

Great, so everyone knew this but him!

Pausing for a moment the white haired teen allowed himself to think back on his interactions with the Russian.

...

...

How the hell had he managed to overlook this?

Now that he knew what he was looking for it was rather painfully obvious in the way the smaller had reacted around him each and every day.

Steeling himself, the British Spy allowed his gaze to once again fall upon the bathroom door.

Now he defiantly needed to get the Russian out of there.

He watched the emerald eyed teen steel himself, bracing his shoulders as before the younger rushed for the door.

Much to the American's amusement said door open only moments before the Nancy Cat would hit it causing the emerald eyed teen to plow straight into the surprised Russian who seemed to have finally gathered himself.

Grinning, the American stared down at the two taking note of how the Nancy Cat had managed to fall with both hands on the side of the Russian's face and their lips trapped together.

"You know their are easier and less painful ways to ask someone to kiss you Tux."

Quickly the Nancy Cat pushed himself off of the smaller, bushing darkly as he sputtered out apologizes to the younger before glaring at the smug looking American.

He was never going to let either of them live this down.