Hey again! Here's Chapter 8! You're gonna get a tidbit of action and this is where more will pick up! :P Happy reading!
Oh and any speech with '-...blah blah blah..-' is telepathic speech!
Chapter Eight-A Gator, A Kiss and A Closet
Wednesday morning arrived and it was time for Care of Magical Creatures. After breakfast, Graham* and his crew strolled out onto the grounds near Hagrid's hut. The half-giant waited patiently for his morning class to appear before he spoke. "Good mornin', all o' ye! Today will be a mostly-instructive class, meanin' I will be handlin' the creature o' choice."
"Excuse me Professor, but what sort of dangerous creature are we going to see?" asked Penelope Clearwater, a sixth-year Ravenclaw prefect.
"I'm glad you asked. This lil' guy, he's a loan all the way from America. His name is Bobby an' he's quite excited ter meet all o' ye."
That name struck a familiar chord within the twin. 'Bobby?...Wait.'
The students murmured around, questioning what guest Hagrid shipped in this time. Hagrid stepped over to a metal cage, opening the lock. ''All right, I'm givin' ye fair warnin'...be careful 'round Bobby and do not touch 'im unless he allows yeh to."
One of the few Hufflepuffs yelped seeing the creature slither towards them. Stepping past a few classmates, Graham* nearly grinned. The creature was 15 feet long, weighing over 1,000 pounds. He could have passed for Bubba's twin except for a long, yellowish jagged scar stretching from the top of his head to his scapula.
"It's only an alligator, professor. What is so special about him?" Clearwater asked, unimpressed at such a normal reptile she's seen in the zoo.
Deciding to be a subtle smart-ass, Graham* queried Hagrid "Does he happen to talk?"
Hagrid smiled in surprise. "Yeh, as a matter o' fact, he does. Ye see, Bobby is a magical species of alligator..." he went on to further explain this criteria while Bobby scanned the faces around him. He stopped upon seeing Graham*. With jaws open, he lumbered his way over, spooking a dozen students. Montague remained solid watching Bobby approach, feigning shock.
"I think he wants yeh ter feed him." Hagrid brought over a bucket of chicken parts.
'Naw, he recognizes mah scent but yo' close.' Using his wand, he levitated a torso into the gator's open mouth, watching Bobby clamp it shut.
''Amazin'. They don' trust strangers easily. Good work, Montague.'' Hagrid congratulated. "Bobby, why not say a few words?"
The gator chomped his jaws a few times before he spoke, in also a Cajun accent. "Sure. I talk, jus' like all da others back home. We can even communicate with normal gators an' crocs."
The students gazed at Bobby in astonishment. They have come across many creatures but never anything semi-aquatic, and capable of human speech.
"I can barely understand him." Katie Bell whispered to Angelina Johnson.
"Same here and I'm muggleborn." Penelope added, standing next to them. Bobby stomped over to Graham* who kept an impassive mask.
'Why does he keep going over to Montague?' Percy thought, watching the display.
Turning his wand absentmindedly and implementing a wordless charm, Graham* began telepathically conversing with Bobby.
'-Yo, Bobby! What da hell are you doin' here?-'
'-Hello to you too, Raven...or should I say "Garrett"? Nice haircut, by da way..heh heh heh...-'
' -It's a charm and Bubba told ya, didn' he?-' '
-Yeah, I know all 'bout yo' switch. He says ''Hi!''-' '
-Please, don' mention anythin' ou' here...tryin' to keep it on da down low.-'
'-"Don' worry, I won' although I am tempted to snap dat Penelope girl. I don' like her.-'
'-As much as I an' Graham would love dat...don'. I gotta cut connection now. Give mah best back home.-'
'-Ok, cher!-' With a subtle tap, the charm ended.
"You, black-headed boy! Pet me.'' Bobby ordered the twin, who raised an eyebrow. His slender hand reached toward the gator's head, landing on the lukewarm greenish brown ridges behind his eyes. Following the nearly-affectionate gesture, the reptile shifted around, facing Hagrid.
''All righ', who else would like ter give it a try?" A few hands raised and he beckoned them over. Graham* stalked back to his teammates.
''Wow, Montague. That was interesting. It's like he knew you. Sure you didn't do anything else during that vacation of yours?" Lucian queried, smirking at his casual lover.
"I'm sure, mate. "
A loud shriek was heard from across the way. Apparently, Bobby hissed and snapped his jaws at Penelope and some other girls.
''Clearwater, what did you say to him?!" Oliver exclaimed, jerking Percy away from the gator.
"N-Nothing! I didn't say anything!"
The Slytherins laughed cruelly at her expense.
' Bobby! Well..at least ya didn' bite her hand off.'
Near dinnertime, Graham* and his group were hanging around in the corridor, playfully bantering about the earlier day. Graham* was laughing at this dirty joke Adrian was telling him until Oliver and several other Gryffindors stepped onto the scene.
'Hm...hello, sexy.' He focused his onyx eyes on the Keeper. Katie was draped on Oliver's arm, smiling up at him. Oliver appeared a tad uncomfortable.
"Since Angelina's hanging out with Lee tonight, how about you go with me ...like a double date?"
"Uh...I dunno, Katie. I'm-"
"He asked me to help him out with the essay Binns assigned us. He's having some difficulty.'' Percy interjected, saving his friend.
"Yeah, what Perce said."
Pouting, Katie replied. "Aww..ok. Maybe another night. See you at dinner." She winked, kissed his cheek and left with Alicia and Angelina.
"Thanks, Perce. You saved my arse yet again."
"When do I not?"
"Evening, Percy. Wood." Flint greeted the Lions.
"Hey Marcus." the prefect kissed the Chaser.
"Sneaking into the pit with me tonight?"
"No, I have rounds. I hope I can do it tomorrow night."
Montague tuned out their banter, focusing on the Scot who glanced at him from under long eyelashes. That mere glance was subtle, but spoke high volumes. He saw this look many times before-Someone is interested, even if it's a little.
'Hm...someone's not ou' jus' yet. Graham's been wantin' 'im fo' years. I think Oliver's cute too an' I definitely wouldn' mind gettin' a taste o' him mahself but..I don' wanna ruin everythin'. Then again...we're switching back soon. As a future partin' gift, why not get da message ou' there? Have 'im all hot and wantin' when Graham gets back. Yeah..dat's it!' he mused as he sent Wood a small smile, surprising the Keeper who lightly blushed in return.
"See you after dinner." Marcus pecked Percy on the lips, and sauntered off to the Great Hall, his friends following except for one.
''Ol, I'm heading to the tower to check on something. I'll be back."
"Take your time, Perce."
Oliver and Graham* stood alone in the corridor.
Donning a smooth tone, Graham* spoke "Hello, Oliver. How are you this evening?"
"I..I'm fine, Montague..I mean, Graham. You?"
Approaching the Keeper slowly, he replied "I'm quite pleasant, though I have been wondering something."
He gulped. "What would that be?"
"Why do you continue to humor Bell when you clearly have someone else in mind?"
Oliver sighed. "Honestly, I don't want to hurt her. I mean, she's great and all..but not what I want."
Montague closed the distance between them, tracing his fingers along Oliver's jawline, softly whispering "Tell me, what do you really want?"
Oliver lightly brushed the tip of Montague's thumb with his tongue, giving his answer.
"Good." Graham* licked along Oliver's lips before claiming his mouth. Running his hands down the Keeper's back, he pressed their bodies together, deepening their kiss. Before the snogging could heat up further, Graham* slowed it down, making each kiss tender and sensual, all while thumbing Oliver's cheeks in small circles...wanting it to last. Hearing voices down the hall, the Chaser slowly pulled away from Oliver's mouth.
"Catch you later."
Wood awkwardly waved him off, sinking to the floor. 'Now that was a kiss!'
That weekend, Graham* was in his usual dungeon closet, conversing with his twin.
"...and dat's how Jason an' Adele got caught in da classroom! Man, does dat boy have bad timin' or what?!"
Graham* laughed "Yes, he's never had luck with creeping about after hours...especially with a girl."
"I hear ya. Anyway, how was yo' week? Anythin' interestin' happen?"
"Yes, Bobby came Wednesday as part of Hagrid's lesson."
Garrett* gazed questioningly at his twin as if to say 'Who?'
"Bubba's brother. He's the one with a large scar on his head."
"Ah..."
"Yeah, and get this...as a future parting gift I've already decided to bestow upon you-I can guarantee Oliver will be freed from Bell's clutches." he grinned triumphantly.
Garrett's* eyes brightened then narrowed in suspicion. ''How did you manage dat? You didn' fuck 'im, did ya?''
''No, of course not! I only kissed him...a bloody damn good one, if that!"
The twin facepalmed himself, mumbling. ''Did anyone else see ya?"
"Nope. Just us and the corridor walls. It's fine. It was one kiss and besides, how the hell were you intending on expressing your desires if you wait to step up? Think about it. I warm him up a little now and when you come back later, he's already aching for you. No harm done."
Garrett* appeared thoughtful at his twin's nearly unorthodox logic. "You do have a point."
"Exactly, dear brother. Now, I need some sleep. See you soon!"
"Buh bye!"
Shoving the mirror inside his pocket, Graham* unlocked the door and stepped out. ''Montague? What are you doing outside of your dorm?"
He froze. It was Percy Weasley on patrol. Shaking the present shock from his face, the Snake replied. ''Nothing, carrot-top. Feeling random tonight."
Percy raised a doubtful eyebrow "Random? So random you've decided to waltz into a closet for an unknown period of time in your pajamas?"
"Yep." Emphasizing the 'p' sound, Graham* coolly slithered over to the portrait door. ''Asphodel." the door swung open, allowing him passage.
'That's believable, Montague.' Percy sarcastically mused.
~Now at Salem Academy...~
Garrett* was struggling to maneuver his way out of another closet, the former became a makeout/shagging room a few weeks past. 'Goddamn brooms...boxes..and shit!'
He found the doorknob and attempted to quietly escape but ended up tripping over a smaller box, landing on the floor with a loud 'crash'.
"Raven? What are you doing in there?" Camden queried, helping his buddy up.
"Uh.." he had to think of something fast since this was kinda incriminating.
''I jus' felt like havin' some privacy. I would have in mah other closet but it's always taken now.''
"Uh huh...well...come on back to the dorm, we need one more for poker. Eddie's dealing."
Garrett* shrugged and walked ahead of his roommate. Camden eyed him as he turned the corner. 'What the hell have you been doing? You're so secretive lately.'
There you are! The suspicion continues! :P