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"Shit! Oh Vince I'm so sorry! Merlin! I'm so sorry!"
Vince didn't have a chance to say anything since Greg had shot to his feet and scurried over to the opposite wall, pacing up and down its length. Occasionally his eyes darted over to Vince, but then they pulled away again. His usually pale skin was flushed an unbecoming red, after the tenth millisecond long look at Vince he started banging his head against the cold stonewall. Vince could hear him mumbling something but he couldn't do anything about it, he was still in shock.
He knew Greg, had his whole life, inside out and back to front. But ever since they were about eleven there had been a part that had broken away from his best friend and had been kept separate from him. But he could still read his expressions, the other boy had had a crush on a business associate's daughter when they were ten, the look he'd worn when she'd found out was exactly the same as he was wearing now. Mortified, absolutely bloody mortified. It was only when Vince saw the other boys head pull back and begin its journey towards the wall with a large yellow and black bruise decorating his right temple, like a tribal tattoo, that he was able to move again. He jumped to his feet, faster than anyone outside of Slytherin would have thought he'd been able to and headed over to his friend.
"Watch your head."
Not the cleverest thing he could have said, but then he'd been hiding book smarts, he'd never been all that good with people smarts. But the swiftly purpling bruise on his friends face only accented the glare he got in response.
"Look…Vince…I'm…I'm just…I'm sorry alright, just forget it…I'm sorry...I never meant to let you know...never."
Then he started banging his head again. Meanwhile Vince was in shock; the last bit had been said quietly, as thought they hadn't meant it to come out. Why the bloody hell was this all happening at once. First Drey comes back, comes to school, the court gets larger, they get new powers, the twins were planning on using the coronation spell, and now this happens. It was like a clichéd book, everything happens at once and everything is all revealed, like a veil being pulled back. And that's especially what it was in their case; only one thing had been hidden between them. He'd concealed how he felt for Greg, what he felt that was more than just friends/brothers/comrades in arms, and apparently Greg had been hiding the same thing. So deciding that there was only one way to finish this before his best mate ended up with a concussion he embraced the cliché of every romance story ever written. Grabbed his friends shoulder and swung his around, stared into those gorgeously confused eyes for a split second before leaning in and kissing him. He didn't even give Greg a chance to argue with him, just slammed him against the wall and twisted his fingers around the other boy's robes. For a few seconds he didn't respond but Vince didn't care, he'd waited years for this, feeling those soft lips against his, besides he knew that in a few seconds Greg would either kiss him or send him flying into the opposite wall. He was hoping it was the first but you never knew with Slytherins. But then, merciful Gods, those lips started moving against his, opened slightly so their tongues could twist together and swirl around, exploring each others mouths. While Vince kept Greg against the wall the other boy's hands were moving over his shoulders, down his back. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, until they had to pull away for lack of oxygen.
"Huh…what…bloody hell…you…I…we…what the…"
"I told you to watch your head Greg, now look what you've done. You can't even finish a sentence."
Damn. He'd this was the bad part of the court, they were linked to the twins and so sometimes they came out with the stupid sarcastic comments that the twins always had at the ready. He was going to try again but then he saw the smirk being tossed in his direction. There was quiet for a few moments, neither wanted to break the silence first, but then Greg started fumbling in the pockets of his robes, a few muffled curses falling from his reddened lips before he pulled out his wand.
"Tempus."
14:13 appeared in green, wavy letters floating above the tip of his wand.
"We'd better get back to work."
"Yeah."
And that was it really. They didn't need to talk about it; it was just a new facet of their already layered friendship. So they went back so work, but this time they purposely brushed their hands against each other when they reached for books, Greg leant his head on Vince's shoulder when they were both looking at the same book or vice versa. When their hands were cramped from writing too much they stopped and whispered to each other, the minute details that they'd had to keep secret from each other. Things like when they'd first realised this new extension of their feelings, what was going to happen in the future.
Before they knew it was five o'clock and the doors swung open, they could hear the chattering of all the other teenagers as they passed by and scathing comments from Snape about the minimal amount of work that seemed to have been done by some pairs. Smirking at each other they gathered up all their pieces of parchment and joined the throng that was depositing their work on Snape's desk. As they walked they ignored the staring from other students at the sheer mass of their work, but because they were so involved in each other they didn't see the twins walking behind them.
The two multicoloured heads were close together, arms loaded with parchment, Harry and Hermione were walking behind them, they were whispering too each other as well. If the two Slytherins had been looking they would have seen two things.
First Draco and Drey, heads very close together, and whispering:
"I told you, all we needed to do was trap them together for a couple of hours and they'd work it out."
"Why now? They've been stuck alone together for hours before, why are you so convinced that they're together now."
"Because of the link between them as protectors, it's opened their minds up to each other. And I'm an empath, that's how I know, you're a telepath, scan their minds if you don't believe me and you're eyes are shut.
Besides you do believe me, you just want to get out of paying me. 5 galleons if they get together today. Pay up."
Behind the smirking Drey and pouting Draco the two Gryffindors were deep in conversation.
"What do you mean you nearly kissed him!"
Hermione hissed, eyes darting forward to the silver haired boy in front of her.
"I mean I nearly kissed him. We were eating lunch and he as telling me this story about the old court when they kids and I just wanted to kiss him. But the weird part…"
"Weird part? Don't you mean weirder part."
He just glared at his friend and continued.
"It didn't feel like the first time I'd nearly done something like that."
"What?"
Hermione had seen a lot of strange things since she'd met Harry, been involved in a lot of strange goings on. And this whole court thing, with a group of Gryffindors effectively deserting their house for Slytherins. But knowing that Harry wanted to kiss Malfoy was just going a bit far, and what did he mean by that last bit, she asked him but the answer was no better.
"I don't know. I was just leaning in and it felt so familiar."
Oh boy. She knew that look, he was falling hard!
"Look I've got to go and talk to Drey about something, okay. We'll finish this later.
And Harry, you haven't kissed Malfoy before, have you?"
"Course not Hermione, don't be silly."
He laughed and so she darted ahead, putting it out of her mind for now, so she didn't hear him whispering behind her.
"At least I don't think I have."
"Did you see that?"
"Yes."
"Was it what I thought it was?"
"Yes."
"Why."
"I have no idea."
"We need to go through the dungeons to get back to our place don't we?"
"Yes."
"Can we go to the library and hide from them until they're in bed tonight or something?"
"Gods yes."
With that the two red headed brothers spun around and marched back the way they'd come. Steadfastly ignoring the groups of Slytherins dotting the dungeon passages. Walking as fast as they could they reached the library in record time and immediately headed for a dark corner away from any of the kids. All they'd been faced with all day was their kids in their classes staring and whispering about Bill and Drey and the traditionally Gryffindor Weasleys taking their places along side the Slytherins. Bill had nearly punched one Hufflepuff 7th year who'd been saying that the three Weasleys and Harry had betrayed the light and were working for Voldemort. Instead he hadn't he'd just given him a detention that he'd come up with later, in fact he'd probably get the Slytherins to help him, they should know some good things to put in the mother of all detentions.
Bill was dragged out of his thought by a resounding crash on the table in front of him, and the feel of a glare emanating from Madam Pince. Charlie was standing in front of him, his face matching the colour of his hair; barely visible over the heap of books he'd just thumped down onto the floor. Well, it wasn't really a heap, there were just three but they were massive and covered in dust, Charlie's vibrant red hair was covered in the grey particles.
"What the bloody hell are these? I thought we were just hiding from the Slytherin kids?"
"We are, but we might as well do something useful while we're here. These are the only books they've got on ice, fire and star elves. I thought we might as well find out about what we've got ourselves into."
That said they started reading. Only it wasn't quite that simple, the books were written in old English, in cursive, flowery letters that were difficult to decipher. Some passages had been translated from the original elvish, all the different dialects, several for each type of elf as the language changed over time, and so there were often different words available for one space, each of which completely changed the tone of the passage.
"You're worried about her aren't you?"
Bill glanced up from the line he'd been reading for the last ten minutes, and stared at his brother, his mouth twisted in a sardonic smirk.
"Am I worried? I just read a chapter that says my girlfriend is going to be stuffed full of elvish powers and then expected to travel to a place that no one knows where it is and wake up said elves after a few thousand years. Why the bloody hell would I be worried?"
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you."
"Yes it does."
He slouched down and stuck his lower lip out, doing a very good impression of a sulking four-year-old boy. Charlie would have tried to talk to him but there was no point he was right, he should be worried about Drey, hell, he was worried about Pansy and they weren't even together. He was worried about all of them, he knew there was no way that the court would let the twins do this on their own, and he and Ginny wouldn't let their friends go on their own either.
"Come on Bill, classes are over and everyone should be back in their common rooms by now. We can get back in without anyone seeing us."
"Good. And the first thing we do is find out what the bloody hell those Slytherins thought they were doing."
"Right."
Sorry it took a while to get this one up, but I wanted to make it a lot longer than the last one.
Lewna: hope you liked this chapter too.
Morena Evensong: with Snape always favouring the Slytherins I thought he might like teaching but he has to be so horrible to the other kids because none of the other teachers are particularly nice to the Slytherins, and as there are more of them he has to make up for it.
Tempest Tamer: Glad you like it so far, and I hope you keep doing so.
Haylz010: sorry it took so long.
Silverone3: hope you like this chapter too.