-Fifth Year-

Paris was walking the halls as part of his prefect duties. It was a rather quiet night, he hadn't ran into anyone and he was just about done patrolling. He headed back to the common room, and when he past a hall, some movement caught his eye. Paris made his way forcefully down the corridor to the two students that seemed to be having a rather 'private' moment.

As he got about ten feet from the couple he interrupted, "Why are you out past curfew?" As if it wasn't obvious. As the red head got closer the two students parted, getting into the light of one of the torches, and stopped Paris dead in his tracks.

"Oh it's only you Paris, I was worried there for a moment." Constantine sighed relived.

Paris felt his stomach tighten as he took in the disheveled look of the two, the girl was smoothing out her hair and top, and Constantine, who didn't even really bother with anything more then pulling his shirt down at the hem.

"You go back to your dorm now, and I won't report you," Paris finally got out sounding more upset then he wanted. The Hufflepuff murmured a good bye to the blonde boy kissing him on the check, and ran off to her dorm. Paris felt his body tense when he saw that, and turned around heading back to his own dorm.

Constantine ran to catch up with his friend. "That was nice of you not taking points or anything from her." Paris muttered something and just kept walking. "What's the matter with you? Did you have a bad night?" The blonde asked, looking over his friends' current state.

"No, it wasn't really," Paris forced out, trying to make his voice sound neutral.

"You'll feel better after a good night sleep," Constantine grinned, putting his arm around his friend's shoulders. Paris initially wanted to pull away, but sighed and let the arm stay. When they got to their dorm they changed quietly into their night cloths, and when they were about to get into their beds, Constantine broke the quiet.

"Thank you again for not reporting us, Paris," the blonde whispered loudly across to the other boy.

"What are friends for," Paris shrugged getting into his bed.

" 'Night, Paris," Constantine yawned, laying down in his bed.

" 'Night," Paris whispered back rolling the silver ring around his finger.

-

The next few days, Constantine noticed that Paris was being unusually quiet. He tried to ask him a couple of times what the problem was, but the red head kept saying nothing was wrong. After classes one day, he got Paris to go out side with him alone in hopes to get the red head to tell what was bothering him. They walked around the grounds for a while in silence, while Constantine was thinking of a way that would be best to begin. The two eventually ended up around the lake. Constantine leaned against one of the trees that were around, and Paris shoved his hands in his pockets looking out across the grounds.

"Are you going to tell me what you problem is, or are you just going to keep the quiet act up," Constantine finally broke the silence.

Paris looked down at the ground, avoiding the look the blonde was giving him, "I'm not pulling an act."

"Well, you have hardly said more than three words to me for a few days now," Constantine crossed his arms, frowning at his friend. "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing," said Paris, taking a few steps from the blonde.

"See! That's all you say," Constantine pushed off the tree, taking a few steps to the red head, "Come on Paris, I've known you forever! I can tell when you are upset." Paris shook his head and mumbled. "What was that?" The blonde pulled at his friends shoulder.

Paris moved out from the grip, "Nothing, I'm not mad if that's what this is about."

"The hell if you're not," Constantine snapped

"You think you know me so well, don't you! If you knew half the things you think you know I wonder if you would still be around," Paris shot back stepping up to his friend.

"Paris, you're my best mate, there is nothing that could turn me from you," Constantine spouted off hotly.

"Really, what if I tell you that when I see you fawning over the girls, I feel my insides tighten up as if I'm being crushed by an invisible force, and when you hang around with the other guys I get so jealous that I feel like I could punch a whole in something." He paused taking a breath looking from his friends wide green eyes, "I know I sound like silly second year girl."

Silence fell hard between the two boys, and Paris could feel his face start burning. He cursed it.

"I, I don't understand." Constantine looked confused, "What are you telling me?"

Paris looked up to the blonde sadly, "I don't want to lose you as a friend, but I can't keep feeling the way I do when you're around."

"Paris, I told you nothing could make me turn from you, and this, we'll work it out," Constantine smiled pulling Paris into a hug. "And if it really bothers you that much I wont bother with those silly girls if it upsets you."

"No that's not fair at all, you shouldn't be kept from seeing the girls you want." the red head frowned pulling out of the hug.

"But you mean more to me then those girls." Constantine smirked, "They're just girls and there are many of them around here, but there are only one of you."

That made Paris face flush, but the next thing he did neither of them expected. Paris pressed his lips against the blonde's in a chaste kiss, but pulling back, not letting Constantine react. "Just wanted to see what the girls were going on about." Paris grinned this time making Constantine's pale cheeks redden.

"Well if you want to know what the girls are talking about, maybe I'll show you sometime," the blonde smirked.

Paris' face turned a darker red, but he laughed, "Careful, or I'll take you up on that."

Constantine shrugged and headed back to the castle, "Come on, it's going to be time for dinner soon." Paris shook his head and followed after the blonde.

-

The next couple days everything went back to normal between the two, except only now Constantine would blatantly flirt with the Weasley boy. Of course, the blonde flirted with the boy before, but now it just seemed to be the young Malfoy's favorite pass time.

"Would you stop that!" Paris hissed at the blonde across from the library table.

"I have no idea what you mean," Constantine whispered. Paris sighed, turning his attention back to the book in front of him, when the blonde dropped his wandering foot. "Oh come on Paris how much longer are we going to study," Constantine groaned stretching back in the chair.

Paris watched as the shirt rose just enough above the top of Constantine's pants, to show the pale skin and the light trail that led to areas he shouldn't even think of. "I, I don't know. The test is on Monday, so we can slack off tomorrow, but this Saturday night you're studying," Paris said pointedly, getting up. "I'll be back. I need to get another book."

"Fine, I'll just wait here and study," Constantine said dramatically after the retreating red head.

Constantine couldn't sit still long enough to wait for his friend to return, he got up and followed after the red head. He found Paris looking intently through a book. He moved quietly behind the boy.

"What are you reading?" the blonde whispered, a little to closely to Paris' ear.

"I, um, I'm looking to see if this has what we need," the boy stammered

"I see, so does it?" Constantine asked, quietly resting his chin on the taller boys shoulder, acting like he was looking in the book.

"I don't think it does." Paris tried to keep his voice even.

"Oh well, then." Constantine pulled the book out of his friends' hands and moved around to put it back on the shelf.

"Why are you back here, you're supposed to be studying," Paris asked seriously

"I got bored, and I thought I would entertain myself." The blonde grinned.

"Haven't you tortured me enough today?" Paris asked flatly.

"If I'm torturing you, then I'll stop," the blonde looked into his friends brown eyes, "But if you like the torture..."

Paris moved up standing a few inches from the blonde. "You seem to be enjoying this a lot Constantine."

"Well you don't seem to be hating it," the blonde smirked while his hand was messing with the zipper on Paris' jacket. The red head didn't say anything, only looked into those deep green eyes of the blonde's. Then Constantine jerked the zipper open, smiling at the look on Paris' face.

Paris stepped closer to the blonde, leaning closer, "You said you would show me."

The way Paris said it through Constantine off guard, and that's when Paris claimed the blonde's mouth. It started off chaste, but when Constantine wasn't pulling back, Paris got more daring. He moved closer to the other boy, a hand holding onto the back of the blonde's head, twining his fingers through the mess of hair. When Constantine snapped to attention he took control over the tame kiss, and ran his tongue against Paris' bottom lip, taking the other boy by surprise, letting them open for him to plunder the wet warmth of his friends mouth.

The blonde's tongue coaxed the other into action, enticing a low moan from Paris. Constantine's hands ran through the wavy red hair, coming to rest on the back of Paris' neck, pushing into his body. When Constantine took in Paris' bottom lip, sucking on it, a chill went up his spine causing a groan to slip out. The blonde pulled away tugging the assaulted lip, and letting his teeth graze across it as they parted. Paris kept his eyes shut for a moment, then slowly opened them, seeing Constantine smirking back.

"I, um," Paris cleared this throat, "Sorry about that."

"That was your first, wasn't it?" Constantine asked smiling.

Paris turned red pulling himself from the blonde's arms, "Yeah, first one like that, anyway."

Constantine laughed a little, "So did you find out what all the girls were talking about?"

"I think they are exaggerating." Paris delighted in the shocked look that came across the blonde's face.

"I would be hurt if I didn't know you were lying," Constantine grinned, "So do we still have to study?"

"No, I think we can call it a night." Paris smiled running his hands through his hair.

"Great, 'cause there is so much more to do on a Saturday night then study," the blonde smiled walking out of the library, but Paris didn't follow.

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(A/N) And The Slash is BACK! lol I made Constantine a little man whore didn't I, oh well. Ok I wrote this after being up for god knows how long, and it turned out alright I think... didn't it? I guess if I have to ask then I know the answer. Anyways im glad ppl are liking this mess I've created, well I hope they still are enjoying it. (I'm so paranoid lol) So the big question what are you ppl's take on Paris/Constantine? (Though I know were it's going, but I'm still curious)

and all blame Jade for the lateness of the update j/k i still wuv you lunalol

now on to the reviews...

Shakespeares whore- first off love the name, was it really that obvious? lol oh well you figured me out snaps fingers darn it. lol I love torturing draco I can't help myself.

Jade- oh you will pay for that why do you steel my precious things :cries in a corner:

badluck-ngprod- yes, yes. here you greedy bastard two more chapters lol I'm kidding im kidding