Snapshots (yet another temporary title!)
Disclaimer; Do I look like J.K. Rowling? I thought not...
Author's Note; This actually isn't a fan-fic, per se. It's just a bunch of stuff I was putting together as my own bit of background information on a m/m couple I play on a friend's Harry Potter RPG. But I really, really like my little Angelus and Idan. And I like how some of these little scenes turned out, so I felt I would put theme in here amongst the plot bunnies. Oh yes, another note. The RPG takes place about three years after Harry and co. have left Hogwarts.
Fifth Year:
Staring at the cauldron sitting between himself and his Potions partner for the day, Angelus wondered at how twisted his luck could be. Across from him, just visible through the steam shimmering over the bluish liquid in the cauldron was Idan. This potion was a two-person endeavor and he had ended up with the longhaired Ravenclaw as his partner. His stomach did flips as Idan leaned across him to look over the instructions to see what the next step was.
Idan smiled at Angelus, noting the 'deer in the headlights' expression he wore. He sometimes wondered about the taciturn Slytherin's preferences. More than once, he had caught Angelus staring at him across the Great Hall. So he decided that he would test the waters, so to speak. Making it look completely unintentional Idan brushed his hand past the one Angelus had on the table as he reached for a set of measuring spoons. Eyes going the size of saucers, Angelus jerked his hand back in surprise. The brown-eyed boy pretended not to notice. A quiet rustle of robes sounded nearby, "Mr. Toril, if you do not cease distracting Mr. Kuro, I will fail you on this project." Professor Snape then drifted to the next table. "I don't think I'd have been able to keep my faith in living if he was Head of my House." Idan chuckled quietly as he carefully measured out the powdered salamander spine. He didn't catch the odd look Angelus was giving him, or the small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Sixth Year:
"W-what is it?" Idan asked nervously, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, pinned by blazing eyes and firm hands on his shoulders. Angelus had unceremoniously dragged him from the library, not saying a word, to this quiet hallway. Even the oldsters in the paintings were asleep on the walls.
"What were you doing?" The question was all but whispered.
Idan replied with an ever intelligent, "Huh?"
"That guy, the one you were hanging all over." Angelus' gaze never wavered, "What is he to you? I always see you flirting with him."
Wide brown eyes regarded him with a blank expression. Realization dawned on Idan. "He's just a member of my House. I'm only teasing him." He shook his head, "Max is just such a stick in the mud, I can't help but bug him."
"So is that what you were doing with me? You see me as someone to be bothered?"
Idan tried to will himself to look away from the dark abyss of Angelus' eyes. "No...I don't."
Angelus finally broke the eye contact, casting his gaze towards the flagstones. "I see." He released the grip he had on Idan's shoulders, turning away from him. His forward motion was stopped by a tug on his robes. Looking back, he saw Idan holding a handful of the dark material.
"I see you as much more than that." Idan let go of the back of the robes in favor of the front of Angelus' jumper. He gave a tug to pull the taller boy down to his level, tilting his head to the side and pressing his lips against Angelus' unresisting mouth.
The dark haired Slytherin stood stock still in shock before giving in to the kiss. All of the jealousy that had been surging through him melted away as he wrapped his arms around Idan's slight frame.
He'd never kissed anyone before, much less another guy. But...it felt good having the Ravenclaw boy in his arms. Eventually, though, the demand for oxygen won out and Angelus broke the kiss. A faint flush colored Idan's cheeks as he looked up, at a loss for words. He hadn't exactly planned that, even though he'd thought about it on more than one occasion. "Ah..."
"Well, well, what have we here?" Filch's voice cut Idan off. The groundkeeper was rather upset over not having caught many students stepping out of line lately and this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Boys and girls making out in the middle of the halls! He was sure there was something against that in the rules somewhere and...what?!? The lantern he carried illuminated the two students he'd stumbled upon better. "What were you boys doing??" Mrs. Norris meowed loudly from near Angelus' feet.
"Umm, we were just..."
"What did it look like we were doing?" Angelus shot a challenging look at Filch. The Slytherin Prefect never liked the man who seemed to live for making the lives of the students miserable in what little ways he could.
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Seventh Year:
"You should tell the whole school Draco wears bunny slippers and sleeps with a teddy." Idan mumbled around a mouthful of oatmeal.
"Perhaps. Maybe as a part of my graduation speech?" Angelus smirked over the rim of his mug. He ended up having to duck the little bits of oatmeal that became airborne as Idan tried to stifle a laugh.
"Uh oh, Kuro. Looks like your boyfriend's choking. Better give him mouth to mouth."
Idan finally managed to swallow his food as he glared at Malfoy, "You just want to watch, you voyeur!"
"Hm, who knew?" Angelus raised an eyebrow at his younger House member.
The pale boy was turning red in the face, looking like he was ready to hit someone or suffer a nosebleed. He huffed a bit before leaving the Ravenclaw table to sit with the rest of his House.
"You know," Idan said thoughtfully, "I bet he did want to watch."
The dark haired Slytherin snorted, "Pervy little rich kid." More Ravenclaws were showing up for their own breakfasts, a few of them shooting dirty looks at Angelus for sitting at their table instead of his own.
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Holiday Season: About five years ago (HP time)
Idan laughed as he tired to protect himself from the onslaught of snowballs Angelus hurled at him. "Okay, okay! You win!" He brushed at the snow that clung to his coat as he looked up at the smirking victor of their little 'battle'.
"So, what do I win?"
The brunette looked thoughtful, "You know, I hadn't thought of that. What do you want?" Idan started to get up out of the pile of snow he was all but buried in only to find himself being pushed back down.
"I want..." Angelus swiftly closed the space between himself and the compliant figure beneath him. One of his damp, chilled hands slid under the layers of shirts Idan wore, eliciting a gasp when it came into contact with an already stiffening nipple.
"Your hands are freezing!" Though Idan made no move to stop Angelus as he traced circles around the nub.
Angelus trailed kisses along Idan's jaw until the object of his attention sneezed. "I think I should take my prize inside." He lifted the damp shivering man out of the snow, "Wouldn't want you getting frostbite."
It didn't take much effort for him to carry Idan into the house, "Now to get you out of those wet clothes."
"You still haven't told me what you wanted as your prize..." Idan pointed out in a soft voice, a blush creeping across his cheeks as Angelus pulled his coat off, undressing him like he was some life sized doll. The black haired man smiled as he removed the damp layers of Idan's shirt.
Leaning close, he breathed quietly in the now half dressed man's ear. "I want you..." His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Idan's earlobe, "All of you..." Angelus slid his hands suggestively along the waist of his blushing love's jeans.
A low moan escaped Idan's lips as Angelus grazed his teeth along the smooth skin of his neck. "You did win." He started to peel away the taller man's jacket with a smile. "What would I have gotten if I beat you?"
"What would you have wanted?" Angelus pulled him closer, looking down into those chocolate eyes that captivated him from almost day one.
Idan made a show of considering before he pulled Angelus down into kissing range. "I want this." He kissed Angelus firmly before removing his sweater. Footsteps sounded in the upstairs hall.
"Hmm, perhaps we should go to your room?" Angelus tiled his head in the direction of the stairs that led downwards to Idan's basement turned bedroom. The thought of one of Idan's sisters or his brother walking in on this little tableau had Angelus picking up their discarded clothing in one hand and hooking his other hand in the waistband of Idan's jeans to pull him along.
Idan's breath hitched in his throat as he followed the black haired man down the steps, the full realization of what was happening filtering through the hormones that surged through his system. It was as though his fantasies were coming true and it scared him as much as it excited him.
A/N: Whoooo, naughty naughty! I'm probably going to not actually make a story out of this. I just wanted to put it up for the heck of it!