"Belial! Are you alright?"
He sat up, "Yeah."
He certainly didn't look alright. He had a large mark on his forehead, which looked like it was quickly developing into a bump.
"Forgot how to descend stairs, I guess."
It was odd seeing him act all flustered like that. Belial is always so graceful and collected. I had a sneaking suspicion that he had been pushed, but if he had, the perpetraitor was long gone. I helped him straighten things out and he quickly got up and headed down the remainder of the stairs.
Now in detention, we were seated at separate tables. I read from a textbook, occasionally jotting down things that I thought would be important. I looked over at Belial and watched him quietly write a rather long report. He really was good looking. So dark and elegant. I wondered if perhaps he was offspring of some sort of royalty. Maybe he had a family name that demanded respect. Sure, my family name was respected, but more out of fear than actual prise.
Eventually Snape trusted us enough to leave us alone. He would always stay for a few minutes, just to make sure that you weren't going to cause trouble.
Once he'd gone I looked over at Belial again. He beckoned me over with a thin, pale finger. I closed my book and made my way over, sitting in the seat beside him. He shifted his chair as close as he could get it. I looked at the bump on his head, now a horrible red, tinged with obvious bruising.
"How's your head feel?" I asked.
"Hmm, maybe you should put your hand down there and find out."
I blushed at the insinuation, making Belial laugh.
"Aww, Draco. I know what you meant," he said, "My head hurts something horrible."
I reached over and planted a kiss on it. His skin was even hotter there, because of increased blood flow. Belial just stared at me with wide eyes. Hehe, like an owl.
"Draco, I know that we're really close and flirt and stuff, but I never thought you'd do something like that."
"Are you mad at me or something?" I asked, crushed.
"No no no. Actually, my lips kind of hurt..." he grinned, "Maybe you should kiss them better too."
'Whaaaa?' I thought. Hmm. I guess it wouldn't be such a big deal. Not like I had to worry about the school finding out I was gay. I'm sure it got gotten to my father by now, but I honestly stopped caring what my father thought ages ago. But... how far did I want to go with this, exactly? Finally, I decided that I'd just do what I wanted and deal with everything else later.
"Draco?"
I leaned over, as did Belial, and our lips touched.