Author's Note: Hi guys! So I finished this chapter much more quickly than I expected which is good! However, not all chapters will be posted as often because I'm going back to school next week and I have some exams coming up. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much. (btw please add me on tumblr, if you want to. my url is the same as my author name.)

Thankyou to StarGleekPotterR5 who was the first to review! Thankyou for giving me a bit more confidence in my writing! :D

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Glee or Harry Potter

Warnings: There is quite a lot of swearing in this chapter :) ..oh and some nudity ;)

5 years later...

Somewhere within the grounds of Hogwarts...

Blaine stirred groggily. It was bright. Too bright. He squeezed his eyes shut more tightly and rolled over onto his stomach, his hand searching for his duvet, only to grasp at thin air and grass... wait, Grass? He rolled back over and opened his right eye, flinching at the light; above him, the sky was clear of clouds and the sun was blinding. Blaine sat up, confused, and rubbed his eyes, wiping away all traces of sleep as he took in his surroundings.

His first thought was that he was sitting right in the centre of the Quidditch pitch. However, that thought didn't last very long when he looked down and produced a second thought: He was naked. That's when the memories of the previous night came flooding back to him making Blaine scream in rage: "HUMMEL!"

In one of the Slytherin Dormitories...

Kurt Hummel stretched languidly in his bed as he started to wake. The dorm was silent apart from the soft snores emitting from the bed to the left of Kurt's, which was currently occupied by one sleeping Noah Puckerman. Kurt smirked at his friend who was currently drooling all over his pillow before he stretched once more and rose out of his bed, checking the time of his alarm clock: 8:35am. He momentarily panicked before remembering that it was a Saturday and could therefore afford to have a lie-in. This led him to remember last night's antics, producing a sly grin.

Last night...

Every Friday, one of the four houses would throw an end-of-the-school-week celebratory party. Initially, it was planned that the house hosting the party would alternate every week, but after the 'minor' explosion that occurred in the Hufflepuff's common room, after a handful of Slytherins decided to see what would happen if you mixed twelve bottles of fire whiskey with a pot of polyjuice potion, the Hufflepuffs refused to host any more parties, shortly followed by the Ravenclaws who preferred not to risk destroying their common room too. This resulted in the Gryffindors and Syltherins taking turns to host the parties, each attempting to out-do the other and increasing the rivalry between the two houses.

Last night had been Slytherin's turn to host the party, so a mass of Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had gathered in the Slytherin commons for, what was claimed to be, 'the party of the century'.

Fire whiskey, Paulopabita's fishy green ale and many other alcoholic beverages were passed around and shared, until the majority of partiers were, for lack of a better word, 'smashed'. This included sixteen year old Blaine Anderson who had downed three bottles of White Rat whiskey in the space of 5 minutes, which he would very much regret the next day.

The usually dapper and slightly nerdy Blaine Anderson demonstrated his newfound state of drunkenness by proceeding to strip off his shirt and take over the karaoke.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THEREEE...OHHHHHHHHHHH LIVIN' ON A PRAYER..."

Kurt leant against the wall and sneered in disgust at the intoxicated teen as he belted out the chorus. The obscene amount of gel that had been used to reign in his wild curls had obviously been sweated away, consequently leaving Blaine to look like a giant, fuzzy pygmy puff whilst he jerkily attempted to play air guitar, but failed miserably. The crowd surrounding Blaine clapped and whistled at his effort, and eagerly cheered him on.

WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS? THERE IS NO WAY THAT HE CAN WALTZ INTO MY FUCKING COMMON ROOM, DRINK ALL OF MY FUCKING ALCOHOL, TAKE OVER MY FUCKING KARAOKE, SING THAT GOD DAMN AWFUL FUCKING SONG AND THINK HE CAN GET AWAY WITH IT! AND WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY CHEERING HIM ON?... WAIT A MINUTE!... WHY ARE SOME OF THE SLYTHERINS CHEERING HIM ON?...WHAT THE FUCK? IS THAT PUCK CHEERING?...

Kurt broke of his mental rant to slap Puck, who was currently clapping drunkenly at Blaine's entertainment, around the head. He turned to face his attacker, eyes narrowed, before he came face to face with an icy bitch glare which caused his eyes to widen momentarily in panic.

"What the fuck, Puckerman?"

"What? I was just...OW!" he cringed as Kurt slapped him again.

"That's Blaine Anderson! BLAINE ANDERSON!"

Puck sighed and rolled his eyes, "Kurt, look bro... Look Kurt..bro.."

"PUCK."

"Ok, okay, jeeez. Why you so uptigh' all of the time?..All I was gonna say is tha' I think you should jus' calm down...ok?, calm down..." Puck waved his hands and made, what Kurt suspected was supposed to be, a calming down gesture, before he continued, "... and jus' chill, bro. Just chill. Give Anderson a break for once..."

"GIVE HIM A BREAK?" Kurt screeched, disbelievingly. After five years of insults and hexes thrown back and forth between the Slytherin and Gryffindor, it was to no one's surprise that the boys had grown to hate each other. In every class there was an unspoken rivalry between them as to who would perform the most challenging spell or score the highest in a class test. "HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLIOUS JERK WHO THINKS THAT HE OWNS THE WHOLE FU—"

"OI! HUMMEL!" Kurt turned around to find Blaine's honey brown eyes glaring dangerously at him, causing Kurt to take a subconscious step back. The music had stopped and everyone stood silently holding their breath, hoping futilely that the boys would both calm down, apologise and the party could continue... yeah, and Voldemort also liked to go strawberry picking in his spare time. "If you've got something to say to me, say it to my face." Kurt was surprised, to say the least. It wasn't like Blaine to start the argument, although he did often like to end them.

He wants to play it that way? Fine. I'm gonna give him something to scream about.

Kurt's eyes narrowed, "Okay. Do you want to know what I think about you Blanderson?" Blaine scoffed at the nickname as Kurt stalked slowly towards him, "I think that you're a pathetic, little mommy's boy who everyone thinks is so fucking 'handsome' and 'perfect', and that the sun shines out of your fucking arse, when really you 're just a useless midget with a Janine-green afro who manages to somehow dress like an OAP and a toddler at the same time."

Kurt looked him up and down, "I mean, braces? Really? Are you trying to get yourself insulted? Oh, and don't get me started on those vile, hippie glasses that I, up until now, thought were hexed to your face since you refuse to remove even though they are the single most sickening accessory item that I've ever had the misfortune of coming across... " Kurt paused, but continued his rant after conjuring up another insult. He held up his finger, " I almost forgot about the ungodly hair ball laying on top of head that you've drenched in...What is that... olive oil? Seriously, your hair has enough product in to season a wok." Kurt finished his lecture as he stopped right in front of Blaine. His eyes sparkled with an unspoken challenge..which Blaine was pleasantly accepted.

"Well, here's what I think about you, Hummel. You're a spoilt, egotistical snob who looks down on everyone and everything." Blaine gave a humourless laugh, " If you think that you're superior then you are totally wrong. You're nothing but a goddamn slut—"

A loud slap echoed across the room.

After a moment of stillness, Blaine flew at Kurt, hands clawed. "YOU FUCKING PRICK! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"YEAH? WELL YOU HAD IT COMING YOU UGLY TWAT!"

Both boys rolled around on the floor yanking and scratching at any part of each other that they could grab on to. This lasted about thirty seconds before several surrounding students each grabbed at one of the boys are pulled them away from each other.

The current head boy, Charlie Holden, yelled loudly, eliciting another silence. "STOP. NOW. ALL OF YOU." He turned to Kurt and Blaine who were currently dusting themselves off as they stood up, "YOU AND YOU. GET OUTSIDE. NOW."

"But—"

"NO BUTS, HUMMEL. OUT. NOW. YOU TWO ARE GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE, FIGHTING DAY IN AND DAY OUT, AND NOW I'VE HAD ENOUGH. SO, GET OUT. NOW." Charlie gritted his teeth menacingly as he pointed to the door, "NOW!" He hissed.

Kurt and Blaine both scrambled out the door to avoid any further wrath from Charlie. The head boy was usually calm and collected, but when he got angry...well, let's just say you'd be lucky to be alive the next day.

The hallway outside the Slytherin common room was pitch black; it was, after all, down by the dungeons. A faint dripping noise could be heard nearby and a sudden chill rose up the Gryffindor's spine.

Blaine pulled his wand out from his trouser pocket, "Lumos."

A light appeared at the end of his wand as he heard another voice whisper, producing another light in the darkness. Blaine could just about make out Kurt's face under the light of the two wands.

"Well done, you idiot." He hissed, " I was enjoying that party."

Kurt snorted lightly, "Yeah, I could tell."

Silence fell between them, neither one knowing what to say to the other as the dripping continued.

Kurt studied the part of Blaine's face that was illuminated by his wand. His hair was a complete mess and he had a few light, pinkish marks on the side of his face which Kurt suspected had been caused by his nails when they were fighting.

Good, he thought, smirking, he bloody well deserved it.

The silence was becoming quite uncomfortable now, for both of them. They knew that one of them, at least, would have to say something, otherwise they would most likely break out into a fight again. This thought occurred to them both; their hands twitched with anticipation.

Dark hazel-green eyes met icy blue-grey ones.

They reacted at the same time, both flicking their wands and shouting their preferred hex. However, Kurt was that split second quicker.

"EXPELLI—"

"STUPEFY!"

Blaine seemed to fall back in slow motion until he hit the ground, and everything turned black...

Today...

In one of the Slytherin dormitories...

Kurt was brought out of his reverie by a loud grunt from Puck which was followed by an "I didn't ask for red lilies, I only wanted the elephant...". Puck muttered a few less coherent sentences before he rolled over, buried his face in his pillow and let out a string of light snores. Kurt rolled his eyes before grabbing his face products before heading to the dorm bathroom to begin his daily moisturising routine.

In one of the many hallways in Hogwarts...

The cluster of Ravenclaw girls squealed and jumped out of the way of the naked, 6th year Gryffindor who ran down the corridor towards his dorm, with his hands placed carefully in front of him, trying to maintain what little dignity he had left. He was sure that his face was bright red from both the sprinting and the embarrassment.

I'll kill Hummel when I find him, he thought, before adding, but maybe I should put some clothes on first.

Blaine sighed in relief as he rounded the last corner before the Gryffindor dormitories. However, that relief was cut short as he ran into, and hence knocked over, a now flustered Professor Morris.

"BLAINE ANDERSON," she shrieked, "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"I..I can explain—" He began to stutter.

"I SHOULD HOPE SO YOUNG MAN. DETENTION. For inappropriate and vulgar behaviour."

Blaine sighed in defeat, "Yes Miss. When is—?"

She cut him off once again, " Monday, at 4:00pm. My office, " before scurrying away quickly.

Internally cursing, Blaine made his way into the common room, ignoring the gasps and few wolf whistles until he made it to his dorm and collapsed on his bed.

"What the fuck man! Put some clothes on!"

Blaine then remembered that he did, in fact, share a dorm with four other boys. He muttered a quick apology before grabbing the nearest clothes and hurrying to the dorm bathroom where secretly plotted his revenge.

Kurt Hummel was going down.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review, if you can, and let me know if you're liking the story so far (feel free to put criticisms in) :) Thanks, C. E. Sypher x