Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

A/N: Written for the Procrastinators United Competition, the One Million Words Added Challenge, the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp Challenge, the 335 Pairing Bonanza Challenge, the If You Dare...Continued Challenge and the secret challenge.

Prompts: Roger Davies/Horace Slughorn, Whatever, Vague Misery, Your character is tired of people not taking him/her seriously.

Because I'm Not Famous?

Anger filled Roger as he stood silently at the back of the empty class room watching the man who had taken over from Severus Snape as his Potions professor. Roger's heart fluttered as he watched how the older male moved in just a way that his heart just sung. The man's aged hands moved smoothly across the work surface masterfully as he collected everything he had used during the lesson.

'Why? Why can he not take me seriously for? Is it some big secret that everyone but me knows why?' Roger thought as anger and confusion swelled up inside of him 'Why can't he just fall in love with me like they do in those fairytale stories the next time those amazing gooseberry coloured eyes.'

Roger's heart speeded up as his mind showed his just what sort of wonderful things Horace Slughorn could teach him in the bedroom using the experience that only a man his age could process. His body gave a silent shudder as Roger felt invisible hands running all over his body, oh how he wished they belonged to the man in front of him.

'I have to know, I have to find out why no one takes me seriously for, it is time to yell the secret out for everyone to hear so I know why' Roger thought as his anger was replaced with determination 'I guess that there is no time like the present after all we are alone.'

Taking a deep breath Roger stepped forwards and walked towards the Professor without saying a single word. He was determined to win the heart of his beloved Horace, the man belonged to Roger even if he did not know it yet.

Horace Slughorn silently pulled himself together as he cleared his belongings away from the last lesson of the day. His heart pounded in his chest as Roger Davies soul seeing deep brown eyes, that student did things to him that Horace found himself unable speak about outside of his bedroom. Biting back a low groan as emotions ran through him Horace reached out for the last object, a glass potion veil, only for it to fall out of his hand and crashed to the floor in a million pieces as the sound of footsteps came to his ears.

'Again? His stayed behind again?' Horace thought as he reached to his wand only to find himself unable to when a hand quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Professor? Is something wrong? I only have a question to ask you," the voice of Roger Davies said softly but powerfully causing Horace to begin sweating, "I just want to know why."

"Why what my lad?" Horace asked only to curse himself mentally at his words, they would only serve to encourage Roger and give himself more fantasies.

"Is there some big secret that I do not know about? I want to know why no one, but especially you take me seriously for," Roger said as he leant forwards so his lips rested just in front of Horace's right ear, "Is it because I am not famous? Is it because I do not have the wealth, power and fame like Harry Potter does? Why will you not take me seriously for?"

At Roger's words Horace gulped as he felt the Ravenclaw's warm breath against his ear while his mind pictured Roger whispering naughty words as they undressed. Trying to prevent himself from falling into his student's arms Horace gave a cough and pulled himself together and out of Roger's grip.

"I have no idea what you are talking about...Mr. Davies," Horace said as he slowly took a few steps back until he felt a desk pushing against his back, "I do take you seriously, I take all my students seriously-"

"Then why do you seem to treat me so differently for?" Roger hissed out as his eyes lit up with anger almost causing Horace to groan, "If Potter asked you if you would go out with him I bet that you would expect in a heartbeat. I bet if any one of your famous and wealthy contacts asked you then you would jump at the chance."

Vague misery swirled around inside of Horace's stomach as sudden realization hit him, Roger was correct. If it had been anyone of his famous and wealthy friends he would of jumped at the chance but even through this young boy-no, this young man had showed just as much attraction as he felt and both of them knew that in a few weeks when Hogwarts finished and Roger graduated everything would be legal, they would not have to hide how they felt. The only reason that Horace could find for pushing the young man away was just as he had said.

Closing his eyes in regret Horace prepared himself for the news that Roger would be ending his purist of him Horace gained the most happiest shock of his life. Roger roughly pushed him down onto the desk, the sound of a stray book fell to the floor came to Horace's ears causing his eyes to fly open in shock, only for a much welcomed pressure to appear on top of his body.

"M-Mr. Davies?" Horace asked breathlessly as he did his best not to move only for his attempts to fail as Roger lined their bodies up perfectly, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Whatever is going on inside that head it ends now," Roger growled out causing Horace's body to awaken, "Even if it takes me my whole life to capture you and make you mine I will have you."

"Y-Yes p-please," Horace whimpered out softly without thinking causing Roger's eyes to light up in lust and pleasure, "I...you are right...I didn't take you seriously before but now...but now I realise just how much I...I..."

"You what?" Roger asked as he growled out pleased in a way that reminded Horace of a wolf.

"I return your feelings," Horace replied stifling a gulp, "I love you too."

The next thing Horace knew was that he was being dragged into a passionate kiss that he returned with just as much urgency and need.

End.