Title: Xeric Environments
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Rating: K
Summary: Xeric: adj. (of an environment or habitat) Containing little moisture; very dry.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK and the publishers and no offense is intended by this piece. Non-profit fun.
Author's Note: I'm terrible with fluff but I decided to... do a thing. =/
Hugo was someone who needed time and attention from his lover. He grew up in a family that was far too large. Where someone could say "Weasley" and his and ten other heads would turn around and then they would need to clarify which Weasley. They almost all had ginger hair, save for the Weasley's that had married into the family and one lucky enough to get the hair colour of their non-Weasley parent. Hugo was tired of being one of the kids in the Weasley litter.
So whenever he had gotten a girlfriend he would need just a bit more attention than most guys would probably ask for. He needed to feel like he was an individual. He wanted to know that someone, other than himself, saw him that way. But no one seemed to understand that about him. None of his past girlfriends made him feel like they really needed him, or like they really wanted him –and none of the blokes he had tried to date either. His relationships were like a hydrophytic plant trying to grow during a drought. There was not enough affection, or understanding, or want, or- something. There was always something missing, something essential, something that would have prevented the relationship from withering up and dying as quickly as they always did.
And then there was Scorpius.
Hugo did not know when it happened, but one day he realized that Scorpius was there. When he was upset and needed support or when he was on top of the world and needed someone to share that with, Scorpius was there. And sometimes he looked at Hugo as if he were the only person he had eyes for and Hugo's breath would catch in his throat. He wondered why he had not seen it before. Scorpius was the rain that would signal the end of Hugo's drought. Scorpius looked at Hugo in a way that made him blush scarlet from the sheer intensity of his gaze. Scorpius made Hugo want to give as good as he got.
When they finally made their way to bed Hugo made sure to shower Scorpius with attention because he was worth every bit of it. Hugo would treasure Scorpius just as much as he did him. They would blossom and they would bloom in ways Hugo had only imagined. For Hugo it was the end of relationships that tried to thrive in xeric environments, for theirs had water in abundance.