Magnus POV

Magnus didn't seem capable of wiping the smile off of his face as he walked out to the courtyard, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. Alec was amazing. Magnus would have been fine with just going to the Yule Ball with Alec. But then, when Alec asked to dance with him, he couldn't have been more happy, and surprised. He never thought Alec would come out so soon, much less in front of the majority of the school, as well as in front of the visiting students. But there he was, pulling Magnus into the sea of dancing couples. Magnus marveled at how brave and just wonderful his boyfriend was, and he couldn't be more proud of him. The night was already a dream.

But then, Alec had kissed him. Right there. In the middle of the crowd. Alec kissed him, proving to anyone and everyone that he was happy with who he was, and with who he was with. If there was a moment when Magnus had loved anyone, it was then, even if he wouldn't admit to anyone anytime soon. Because, honestly, it scared him how fast and how hard he had fallen for Alec, when he had never felt this way before, and he didn't want to fall all the way before knowing that there would be someone to catch him when he did. But for now, he felt overjoyed, and nothing, nor anyone, was going to take that from him.

He spotted Alec immediately, over by the fountain, and he felt his smile widen. Alec looked especially stunning that evening, and Magnus didn't know it was possible for him to be more breath-taking. He was in blue dress robe that brought out his eyes, emphasizing the many shades of blue and the contrast between the light and dark tones. When they were dancing, Magnus felt as if he could drown in those eyes that he loved so much, eyes that he would be content with staring into for the rest of his life.

And there Alec was, sitting in front of him, as beautiful, if not more than, the winter scene around him. It wasn't snowing that night, but it had the night before, and the ground and the winter plants were covered in a light frost, the green of the leaves peaking through the white ice. There was not a cloud in the sky, the stars were especially bright, scattered across the raven sky, and the moon was in a crescent, a glowing "C" in the sky. But Magnus barely paid any mind to his surroundings as he walked towards Alec.

"Your drink, darling," Magnus said as he neared his boyfriend, offering one of the cups to him.

Alec jump slightly, surprised, and turned his head up, and Magnus grinned at the response. He's just too cute, he thought to himself, chuckling softly.

"Oh! Yes, thanks," Alec said softly, but there was something else in his tone that Magnus couldn't quite put his finger on. He dismissed it quickly enough; it's probably nothing, he decided. Alec took the cup and Magnus sat down happily next to him, with his own cup in his hand, heat steaming off the top from the hot drink. Magnus leaned slightly against Alec, taking the unneeded but much appreciated comfort of the presence.

They sat there, sipping their drinks, in a comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company. Magnus noticed a ginger guinea pig in the grass, but he didn't pay much attention to it for there seemed to be something bothering Alec. He wouldn't look at Magnus, but instead stared ahead, his eyes slightly unfocused, suggesting he was lost in thought, and his hands were shaking ever so slightly. It was barely noticeable, so slight that a stranger wouldn't pick it up, but Magnus did, and from the small tremble he suspected one thing: nerves.

"Alec, are you alright?" Magnus asked.

"What?! No- I mean, yes, I'm fine," Alec said looking up, his eyes locking with Magnus's. "Why?" he asked quickly.

"You just seem nervous," Magnus said. "…a little more that the adorable usual," he added.

Alec blushed at the side comment, but he was still clearly nervous. He looked away from Magnus, refusing to meet his eyes. But Magnus wasn't having any of it. He reached his hand out and lightly turned Alec's face towards him again.

"Alexander," he began. "Please tell me what's wrong."

Alec looked down. "It's nothing, really. I mean, it's just-no, it's nothing. It's not important…"

But Magnus didn't need to hear anything else. It clicked in his mind. Alec was probably nervous and in shock of how bold he had been in the dance. And how could he not be? He had just come out to the whole school (well, for the most part anyways; this stuff travels fast throughout the school anyways, so no doubt the younger students would know of this as well within a day or two after the break); he was probably still a little worried of what people might think or say or even do. Just an hour ago, Alec wouldn't have even considered something so forward, so soon, but that was all forgotten in the heat of the moment. He probably was shocked that he had even done that.

Magnus put his cup aside and did the same with Alec's. He wrapped Alec up in his arms, resting his chin on the top of Alec's head, which was pressed against Magnus's chest.

"Its okay, Alec; you don't have to explain. I understand," Magnus told him softly.

Alec pulled back from Magnus and looked into Magnus's eyes. "You…you do?" he asked, surprised.

"Of course," Magnus said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're a little shocked about how you came out in the Great Hall. You are worried about what people might think or say about you."

Alec was looking off to the side, his hair covering his eyes, his face tilted down. As if finally comprehending what Magnus had said, he looked up and said, "Y-Yes! That's it…" he trailed off, his tone holding a faint, unconvincing note, so faint, Magnus wondered if he had imagined it. "It's all been a little too much to handle," Alec said, convincing Magnus that, yes, this was all that was bothering his boyfriend.

"Well, then, don't you worry your pretty little head," Magnus said, his smile coming back. "No one was paying attention, and even if they were," Magnus kissed Alec's forehead. "…they didn't care. And… even if they did," he kissed Alec on the tip of his nose. "…I don't care. Because there is nothing they can do to take you away from me or change the way I feel about you. It's their problem, and I don't care what they think. You are all that matters to me, and if they don't like it, they can go screw themselves. And," Magnus paused for a moment, his voice serious. "…if anyone ever tries to hurt you because of this, I will be there to stop them."

Alec was staring at Magnus, a surprised look in his eyes, his mouth slightly open in shock, and Magnus didn't blame him. He knew what he said was a lot, but it was all true, and he couldn't help himself. He wanted Alec to feel better, for Alec to know that he would do anything for him.

"Really?" Alec asked softly, his eyes wide. Magnus tried not to get too lost in the sea of blue in front of him.

"Really," he answered, pouring as much meaning as he could into those few words. "Would I lie to you?"

Alec smiled and shook his head, before pressing his soft lips to Magnus's. Magnus breathed him in, trailing his hands to Alec's hips. He smiled into the kiss; Alec's lips were sweet from the hot chocolate and his breath was warm.

Alec broke off the kiss first. "Thank you," he whispered softly, before kissing Magnus again.

Magnus hummed happily to himself, but didn't let the kiss last long. He jumped up to his feet, holding his hand out to Alec.

"Dance with me?"

"What? Here?" Alec asked. "But there's no music." Magnus knew he was trying to get out of it.

Magnus thought that through. "Hmm, you're right." he smirked, pulling Alec to his feet. "I guess that means we'll just have to go inside."

Alec shook his head quickly. "But, Magnus, I-I don't dance. I can't dance."

"That's ridiculous," Magnus countered, waving off the excuse. "You were doing well enough earlier."

"But that was a slow dance; it's not that hard to do. And we were barely moving. But, in there, they are dancing to something more upbeat, moving in the way I never could." He turned his head down.

"It doesn't hurt to try," Magnus suggested. "Please, for me?" he asked, pouting for effect.

When Alec remained stubborn, Magnus kissed him on the lips before letting his mouth wander to the side of Alec's face. "Please," he whispered over and over as he moved along Alec's cheekbone. He felt Magnus shudder and he grinned, knowing he was winning.

"Fine," Alec muttered reluctantly.

Magnus pulled back smiling. "I know," he said, winking.

Alec rolled his eyes. "I hate you."

Magnus leaned in to kiss him, pausing just before their lips touched and he opened his eyes to see Alec's eyes closed. "Hmmm… No you don't," he decided, leaning back.

Alec snapped his eyes open to glare at Magnus. "Let's just go inside.

"If you insist," he replied. He grabbed Alec's hand and pulled him inside before he could say anything else.

When they walked in to the room, they were immediately faced with blaring pop-rock music and dancing bodies. Some were just swaying to the beat while others were twirling around their partners and laughing. There were people standing to the side, glaring at the crowd with their arms crossed. Others were walking out of the room, searching for a more private location.

Magnus dragged a reluctant Alec to the middle of the crowd. He let the music take over his body while Alec swayed awkwardly and looked from side to side.

Magnus smiled and nudged Alec a little. "Loosen up, dear. Relax." He placed his hands on Alec's hips and started to guide him. Magnus felt his smile widen as he saw Alec become more comfortable.

All of a sudden, the song changed to something a little more upbeat. As some of the students started to bounce up and sown, Magnus grabbed Alec's hand and sent him in a tight, fast spin. He laughed when he saw Alec's dizzy expression. Alec tried to glare at him, but his lips quirked up and he started to laugh as well.

"Alec!" a voice called suddenly.

Izzy came into view, a smile on her face. She smiled at Magnus before turning her attention to Alec.

"Dance with me," she said.

"Izzy! Why?" Alec asked.

"Because I want to dance with my brother," she answered. "Don't tell me you won't dance with your darling sister." She gave him puppy-dog eyes and pouted her lips, much like Magnus had and Magnus knew Alec would give in.

Alec turned to Magnus with a look that said 'I'm sorry' and Magnus chuckled.

"Its fine, Alec. Go dance with you sister. I have been a little too selfish with you," Magnus said. "Not that I'm ashamed of it," he added with a wink.

Izzy smiled, grabbed Alec's wrist and pulled him away from Magnus, deeper into the sea of people.

Magnus watched them go before drifting to the side, where he stood by an empty table. He watched as familiar faces danced in and out of few. He saw Clary laughing as Simon twirled her, his voice adding to the laughter, the two still smiling when Jace took Clary's hand and sent a quick but not serious glare at Simon, who put his hands up, still laughing. He spotted Aline and Helen, dancing together, looking as cute as ever. Alec and Izzy could be seen every now and then, like now. Alec was spinning his sister, even though it looked like she was doing all the work. When Alec saw Magnus, he smiled at him and Magnus returned the smile, before Izzy dragged him out of view again.

Suddenly Magnus's view was obscured by a very familiar face, blonde curls, and green eyes. Magnus glared at her.

"Hey Mags," she said flirtatiously.

"Camille," Magnus replied with an indifferent tone. He crossed his arms and glared at her. "What do you want?"

"To see you of course," she answered. "I've missed you," she added, placing a hand on his arm.

"Huh. Really? Could have fooled me, especially with that last outburst," he said coldly.

"You didn't think I meant any of that, did you Mags?" she asked. Her voice had a sweet tone to it, but Magnus wasn't falling for it. He knew that voice. It was the voice she used to get she wanted, to lull her pray into a false sense of security. It was all an act, it meant nothing. "I still like you, Mags."

"What happened to Jean?" Magnus questioned.

"Oh, he was nothing," she answered. "I think he went off to dance with some random girl when I broke up with him." And sure enough, Magnus spotter said champion dancing with a girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She looked familiar. What was her name? Emily? Eve? Oh, that's right: Eva. She was a fourth year in Gryffindor that Magnus only knew because Raphael had a thing for her. It was quite annoying, really, having to listen to him go on about a girl who clearly didn't want him. Her dancing with Jean was proof enough.

"Not that he seemed to mind," Camille added, bringing back Magnus's attention. "But I don't care. I want to be with you Mags."

"I'm with Alexander, Camille," he reminded her.

"Oh him," she said, "he doesn't matter. You can't honestly tell me that he matters this much to you. He's a nobody, out-shinned by his younger siblings. He doesn't even look that good. I honestly can't understand what you see in him. You could do so much better than him."

"There is nobody better, Camille. If you really were my friend, you'd understand," Magnus answered.

"Understand what? That he's different. That he's special. That…" she began.

"That I love him!" Magnus said, cutting her off.

Camille was shocked into silence, and Magnus was pretty surprised himself. What had he said that? Why? To shut her up? Prove her wrong? He hadn't even been able to admit that to himself, and here he was, shouting it at Camille. But it felt true, every bit of it felt right.

"I love him," Magnus said again, softly.

Camille shook her head. "You see, I know you. I have known you for years. And I know you don't mean that."

"Then you clearly don't know me."

"And," she continued, as if Magnus had never said anything. "…even if you did mean it, he doesn't love you, does he? That boy doesn't feel the same way. So what's the point of chasing him? Why not go for someone you love who loves you in return."

"Who? You? You care for no one but yourself," Magnus said, disgusted. "And I couldn't love someone like that. We might have dated before, but it meant nothing. We were friends, but even that is fading away. We are far from 'love'." He turned his head away from her.

Camille let out a frustrated sigh, but Magnus didn't turn his head back.

"Fine then," she said suddenly. "We'll see about that." And before Magnus could register those words in his brain, he felt his head being turned and lips being pressed against him.

On pure instinct, he felt himself kiss back, his hand grabbing onto her. But it felt wrong. Why did it feel o wrong? He was kissing Camille, something he had done countless times before, something that used to feel right. But it was different this time. Magnus felt nothing, no passion or happiness, only confusion and sudden anger.

He knew why it was wrong now. Alec. Alec was the one he should be kissing, not Camille. What am I doing? Magnus asked himself. Suddenly his body felt cold, and, without another second, he pushed her off of him.

"What are you doing?!" Magnus asked, frustrated, his voice filled with anger. He glared down at Camille, who had a smug look on her face.

"Just showing you how much you still care for me," she said wickedly.

"You're disgusting. You KNOW I'm dating Alec."

"Yeah, about that," she said in mock concern, looking over Magnus's shoulder. "I don't think that's the case anymore."

Magnus spun around, just in time to see a head of black in blue robes nearing the exit of the Great Hall. Without a second thought, he moved to follow him, before feeling a hand on his wrist, spinning him back around. His eyes met green ones. Eyes that used to be beautiful. Eyes that he now hated. Green. Huh, funny how her eyes matched her perfectly: beautiful but filled with envy.

He glared at where she was grabbing him. "Let. Go. Of. Me." He threatened, pulling his hand out of her grasp.

"You can't seriously be thinking of following him," Camille said, disbelieving. "Stay here, with me."

"Don't you dare tell me what to do," Magnus snarled. "You are a bitch, a cold-hearted bitch. And you possibly just ruined the best relationship of my life."

"What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? Cause I'm not. It was never going to work anyways. You and I on the other hand, we had a chance."

"Just stop. Shut up and leave me. Never talk to me or look at me again. I can't stand you anymore." When she didn't leave, he added, "GO! I am through with you. You sicken me. LEAVE!"

She finally turned around and left at that, and Magnus glared at her, before turning around. He ran towards the door. He had to find Alec. He had to explain, to apologize. He knew he just ruined everything. And it had been such a perfect night. Leave it to Camille to tear it all apart.

He ran out into the Hall, but there was no sight of Alec. He called Alec's name, but it was in vain. No one answered. He didn't know the way to the Ravenclaw Tower, and he probably wouldn't be able to answer correctly at the moment. He couldn't think straight. He was overwhelmed with emotions; hatred towards Camille, towards himself, regret, loss, longing, and the need to see Alec. But he didn't know what to do.

He punched the wall and let out a shout before falling to the ground.

Hope you guys don't hate me too much after that.

But don't worry.

The drama isn't over.

There may or may not be more up my sleeve.

I love this story :)