Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and all things associated with it belong to J.K. Rowling. NOT ME! Blah blah blah…
Warnings: Some language, and well, this has suggested boy/boy interaction. Not quite sex but still, if it bothers you, don't read it, simple as that. Thank you.
Authors note: I had Stephan's birthday on November 15, I don't really know why, except that I liked the sound of the date. Problem is, It really should be December 15 if it is going to fall over Remy's holiday break. I just didn't catch that soon enough SO, Stephan's birthday is now on the 15 of December, I will try to change it everywhere it is mentioned and if I miss one, just tell me. I would hate to confuse people...well not really, but I am feeling courteous now.
The weeks until the holiday break passed quickly for Remy, filled to the brim with learning. Remy proved a natural at potions and a reluctant yet skillful leader during the unit tests where the individual squadrons were tested on their ability to work as a whole. He and Stephan were like two sides of the same coin when they practiced fighting as a team, even planning a set of constantly alternating roles. First Stephan would be in charge of defense and shielding both him and Remy from attack while Remy shot off spells in quick succession, with the intent of taking out as many enemies as possible. When Remy got tired, he would signal to Stephan and they would switch roles with Remy in charge of defense while Stephan took the offensive.
In the flurry of testing and such, Remy had almost completely forgotten his meeting with the Dark Lord and his imminent ((a.n: is this the right one? I am slightly unsure, there are three choices blush)) initiation. It was brought back into clear focus however when a large and ominous looking owl dropped a heavy and deceptively small box on Remy's head. This earned a stream of curses from the startled vampire who rescued the tidily wrapped box from the floor, rubbing his smarting head where the small missile had hit and glaring at the fast receding form of the owl with murderous intent. He examined the box closely before opening it, not recognizing the owl, or the handwriting, spelling out in small, carefully formed letters:
Lord Remy Sagoicci
Breakfast Table
Dark Lord's Academy
Remy also noticed the letter attached to the back of the parcel and tore into the envelope with unbridled curiosity. Remy read the letter intently, with Stephan leaning in to peer over his shoulder. The message read:
Dear Lord Remy,
The day of your scheduled initiation is now only days away and you are undoubtedly anxious to learn the location, time, and such details. The Illustrious Dark Lord has requested your attendance at Nightshade Castle, arriving by any means, promptly at 10:30 PM sharp on the evening of December the 15. You have been sent a set of standard issue Death Eater robes and are expected to show up in them, you will receive your mask and insignia of rank following your hopefully successful initiation ceremony. If you wish to bring guests that are not currently among the ranks of the Dark Lord's operatives, please RSVP as soon as possible on their behalf. There will be a charge of 12 galleons per extra person to cover meal cost due no later than December the 11. Congratulations on finding favor with the Dark Lord, and good day.
Signed,
Augustus Blechley
Office of Events and Ceremonies
A very amused Stephan turned to Remy and, with a playful smirk said "Father and Blaise will undoubtedly already be there, and you can be sure I will come. Your father will already be there, so I guess I am the only extra attendee. This will be fun, I wonder what I will wear. I think a shopping trip might just be in order." Remy rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his oatmeal, pointedly ignoring Stephan's one-sided discussion of the years fashions, and what cut of robes would be most appropriate. Outwardly, Remy tried to maintain an air of dignified excitement, but inwardly he was just short of terrified. Rumor held that initiation was painful, a real test of mental strength and showing pain was frowned upon. Remy hoped he could find the strength needed so as not to make himself look foolish in front of the Dark Lord and all of his followers, youngest Death Eater or no.
Two days later found Stephan and Remy packing for their departure from the academy for the three week holiday break ahead. As the boys said good bye to their squadron mates and friends no one detected the sea of nervousness swirling deep within Remy. He felt almost dizzy with the knowledge that in just two days now, he would undergo potentially the most nerve-racking thing he had ever gone through. He covered this nervousness with a mask of calculated directness and packed his trunk with deft and swift movements. Stephan was perplexed by Remy's attitude but in light of the circumstances saw no real oddity in the odd behaviors of his boyfriend. As soon as they had finished packing, the two boys exited the castle, where they met Victor who accepted Remy with a hug and Stephan with a sincere smile. They returned to the Sagoicci castle via the familiar coach they had taken to the academy and found their rooms left just as before. After a quick lunch, the boys went out riding to, in Victor's words, "relieve some of the stress caused by being cooped up with stodgy old bats like myself." And "being forced to stuff your heads with facts for long periods of time, while being subjected to dank and drafty breezes that accompany life in old castles." Little did the boys know this was merely a long winded way to say, "Leave me alone, I want to take a nap and you and your noise will prevent it" still, they happily consented and were soon off, gallivanting across the grounds via horseback.
The happy exploration had helped to clear Remy's mind a bit and to help him focus on something else. That evening Remy went to bed early complaining of a headache he knew was caused by the agonizing mental stress caused by his impending initiation. His self-induced rest was interupted by an insistent knocking on his door at a decidedly ungodly hour of just after 1 in the morning. "Come in!" snapped Remy, but once he saw who it was his complexion softened. Stephan stood in the doorway looking like he was about to fall over and holding a steaming mug of what looked to Remy to be a mild pain killer. "Hello Stephan…sorry about the welcome." Said a now-awake Remy sheepishly; he was sternly cut off however. "No, no, no apology required, I probably shouldn't have bothered you, but you just seemed so bothered by your headache, I stayed up to make this painkiller for you. You'd better enjoy it you know, I fell asleep once and the potion was ruined, had to start all over." "I don't know if I should trust it then, who know what you might have added in your sleep fogged mind, you are only half sane as it is, I shudder to think what you might have unknowingly made." Remy joked. Stephan shot the younger boy a hurt glare, "I'll have you know that your father watched me make it, he gives his firm assurance I did it perfectly." "Well in that case, it is doubly questionable," said Remy with a smirk before sighing heavily, "Alright alright, give it here, you know I don't mean a word I said about your sanity or potion making skills right? I think you are brilliant." "Of course you don't, and I know I am brilliant, that's what make you love me so much." said Stephan with a forced haughtiness. Remy took the goblet from Stephan and downed it in two enormous gulps, trying to taste as little of the foul tasting concoction as possible. Still what he tasted was somewhere between moldy socks and old dishrags. Remy grimaced and placed the empty goblet on a chair just in time to notice Stephan almost collapse with weariness.
Remy steadied the other boy before carefully helping him to a chair. "You can sleep here if you like, I'll go get a blanket and pillow for you." He received an appreciative nod from Stephan before heading off to the linen closet in the other room for an extra pillow and blanket. He came back to find the chair vacant. Searching the room worriedly, he soon found his boyfriend in his bed, fast asleep, shirtless, his subconscious mind added. "The arrogance of that boy. In my bed." Muttered Remy to himself with feigned anger. He struggled with himself momentarily before eventually sidling into bed next to the still sleeping Stephan. Remy noticed with half detached amusement that just before he fell asleep, Stephan had curled up right against him, and Remy amusedly placed his arm around the older boy as he slipped into the oblivion of sleep.
Remy woke first, cold and shivering, reaching blindly to cover himself with his warm blankets; he instead came into contact with the face of his boy friend who was immediately awake. "Oww, what the bloody hell was that for," yowled the startled boy, "You just fucking bitch slapped me."
"Well maybe if you didn't take all the blankets I wouldn't feel the need to."
"I don't take all the blankets!"
"Then I suppose that is why they are all on your side of the bed, leaving poor little me, cold and confused."
"Err, I guess you have a point, but you didn't really have to slap me did you?"
"Ok, ok, I am sorry I slapped you, I didn't really mean to but this argument is stupid and since we are both up we might as well stay up. Besides, getting up early gives one time for a longer shower, and, well there is this one bathroom with these really big showers, much to big for one person, a waste of space if you ask me, but seeing as we both need showers…" Remy let his suggestion trail off. Stephan smirked and shook his head, "You really are subject to rapid mood swings, first you slap me with cruel intent, then you want to ravish me in the shower, what next?" said Stephan smirking as he untangled the blankets and got out of bed. Remy inwardly thanked Stephan for finally getting his mind on something else that his initiation as the pair went off to their shower that turned into more, two parts exploration of each other's body, and only one part actually cleaning.
They had yet to go farther than touching and occasional oral exploration, Remy just didn't feel ready, but they were getting closer and closer by the day. Remy felt that he had indeed found his soul mate, the person he could spend the rest of his life with, he wondered, though, could a relationship between a vampire and non-vampire last, wouldn't it be hard if one partner aged and the other didn't. Victor had told Remy that he would stop aging at 18 or 19, or when ever he would have stopped growing naturally, but he would always appear as a youth. Remy filed this question away to ask Victor later, meanwhile, he mind was otherwise occupied by one sultry blond haired youth and his very much skilled tongue.
Well, there is another chapter. Sorry I broke it here, it does seem a little anti climactic, but I don't really feel like a sex scene is appropriate yet. I mean Remy isn't even 14 yet, and Stephan is just about to turn 16. Maybe later, definitely later, I shall see what my deranged mind puts forth. Thank you to all that read this drabble regularly and those that review your support is fantastic.
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