GRACE • • • ONE / 1
a storming desire
It was a beautiful day, rather suitable to the occasion, but it made wearing the thick black robes quite uncomfortable. I would have liked to pull thing thing off, but I had promised my parents to behave today. Not that I listened to my parents, I just listened to them when they promised me a motorbike as a graduation present — which they had done, though probably just to make me shut up. My parents weren't the warmest people — or who was kidding, I didn't think they knew what the word "love" meant or otherwise they were allergic to it. They would have never presented me with something like a muggle motorbike if I hadn't threatened to show my naked bum in front of the whole graduation comity and the most respected families in the wizarding world. That worked. My father had made me swear I would behave and only then I would get the money to buy myself a motorbike — under the condition that I would not ride it anywhere near respectable wizards or that I would not show it to anyone. I just didn't think they liked the world seeing that I was there son and that I was interested in anything else than their status as a pureblood family. My brother — on the other hand — was the great hero. They did love him or at least they did a very good job at pretending they did. I wished I could leave them all behind, but I couldn't turn my back on him. I could not leave, turn my back on my little brother and leave them with those devils. Besides that, I didn't have anywhere to go. I could go to Avery's house or maybe to Malfoy's, but I would just end up seeing my own family again. Those fuckers were all related by some far cousin anyways. Pureblood wizards hadn't yet discovered that incest was weird and kinda gross. Anyways, that was not the reason why I was here on this very beautiful day in my sweaty robes, looking rather hot — in both senses. It was graduation day, yay!
I moved on the spot and looked around at the hundreds of seats that carried students as well as parents and other family members from the ones that would be graduating. I could see my parents sitting in the front, next to Allan Avery's family — one of my friends. Allan's family looked just as stiff as mine and I had to stop myself from laughing at the sight of them. If you could see them as well, you would probably wonder if they might die if they showed any kind of positive feeling or feeling at all. They all looked as stiff as coat racks and especially my mother. I bowed over to the boy standing next to me. This, also, was a friend of mine or more like a friend of the family. You couldn't really call Allan Avery, Severus Snape and Isak Mulciber friends, because I didn't think they even knew how to be one. We just came from the same families and our parents had planned the same for us. I just wished Regulus stayed away from them and let me deal with this, but apparently our parents had decided it was better if my brother and I stayed close so we could watch each other. Well, more so he could watch me, because he wasn't going to do something wrong to besmudge the nobel house of Black..
'I'm sweating on places I didn't even know I had,' I told Severus Snape. He grimaced at me and shook his head. He, apparently, was too cut up in the moment. This was an important moment, right. I sighed deeply and stood up straight again, probably looking like a coat rack myself, now. I put a strand of my thick black hair behind my ear and tried to "behave" — as my father had commanded me like I was his dog. When one of the ministry officials came walking on to the stage to explain the procedure before giving the word to our headmaster — Albus Dumbledore — I suddenly heard a fit of giggles. I spun around to see where it had came from, anything to distract me from this utterly boring speech. A red headed girl had just punched her dark haired boyfriend against the shoulder trying to hold back her laughter. I couldn't make out what the joke had been about, but I could see the two other boys next to the dark haired boy laughing as well. James Potter and his girlfriend Lily Evans were probably about the most populair couple at school. I mean she had hated him for six years, even though he had sang her a ballad every February, so how could that not have been world news when they had started going out all of the sudden. The boys standing next to them were Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. I looked at them with a sort of awe. That were the boys you wanted to be friends with. A pang of jealousy stang me when they laughed again. They looked like they were having an amazing time and here I stood between my "friends" that only cared about "family tradition".
My eyes flicked to the sand haired boy: Remus Lupin. I bit my lip and felt I even grew more hot — but definitely not because the clouds had drifted and the sun was now shining directly upon us. There were few boys I wanted as much as that boy. I had gotten him, once. It had been on a very late and drunk night after an amazing school party. I had decided I was hungry and had gone down to the kitchens, where I had found him with a mug of steaming tea and chocolate. We had laughed a lot and shared a passionate kiss in the hallways after. He hadn't spoken to me ever since. I didn't think he was okay with himself being into boys, just like my parents had never been either. It was just a fase, they said and I'm pretty sure that was what Remus Lupin told himself as well, every time his mind traveled back to that night. Only he did not know that every time I caught his hungry gazes, I longed even more for his lips on mine once again.
/Happy late new year!