Wicked
Chapter 4: Control
By: Jondy Macmillan
They'd grown apart over the past year. He still remembered when they became friends, right off the train to Hogwarts in first year. The then raven haired boy had been bragging to anyone who would listen that his dad was the richest man in London. Of course, he'd had to counter it. After all, not only was did he know for a fact that his father was the richest man in London, but he would have given anything to talk to that beautiful boy with ink black hair and eyes the color of faceted emeralds.
"Hi, I'm Joshua," he held out his hand. Those emerald eyes had widened in surprise.
"Dirk," he said simply, and from then on they'd been the best of friends.
It didn't even matter when his father had told him not to hang out with that Drake boy. Once upon a time Dirk's father had been rich, but that was long before Dirk was born. The ministry had repossessed everything, and their family was practically poor as dirt.
The first time they'd kissed, it had been an accident. It was third year, and Joshua was actually trying to tell him that his sister had a crush on him. Dirk took it the wrong way and leaned in. Tada, magic. It was only a peck on the lips. It was only the first kiss he'd ever had.
Now their chests were bare and pale in the empty class room, and Dirk knew that he wasn't what Joshua wanted anymore. Poor, poor Joshua. His heart hurt. His head hurt. His body hurt, even as the green haired boy licked his wounds. He wanted Dirk to take charge of him. He wanted everything to stop hurting. He tugged at the waistband of his sweat pants, "This really isn't the best place…"
"Shut up," Dirk commanded, and Joshua had missed him. He had started tutoring that mudblood bitch and suddenly was only half in his life. Then the brunette's sister had gone into a coma, and Joshua had found himself alone. He'd thought the slightly oriental, heartbroken girl in the front seat of Arithmancy would be some quick fun, an easy lay. He'd thought she might replace the hole in his life that Dirk had left.
Joshua moaned into his friend's mouth. Why, why, why? Why had she filled the hole, only to break it wide open all over again?
"You're not concentrating," Dirk growled, and shoved him roughly against the chalkboard. Joshua shoved him right back, ignoring his best friend's passionate groan. He ground him down into the desk, the same desk where she had sat, where she had smiled and laughed.
You can't trade one obsession for another, he thought, but somehow he had. She was gone, and he was here, while before it had been vice versa. There would be no more smiles, no more sly jabs at his house or secret pranks near midnight.
She had broken him, she had completed him.
"Don't," Dirk touched his face, and for a moment, he understood. He allowed his friend to switch their positions, he allowed himself to be controlled. If only for tonight, he could imagine black hair sifting through his fingers, and it wouldn't be a lie. It was only green on the outside, and if he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, it felt as soft as hers.
"I love you," he whispered into the night.