AN: Hiya! I am once again in the library, and the good thing about today is that there are no accusing and evil eyes since I am in an alclove, all I have is a wall behind me and it won't judge... I think. Anyway, this one is one of my absolute favourites so don't forget to review and tell me what you think of it also! I will give you cookies of ultimate power. They make you change into sparkly colours and they also giggle... (cough) ... yes they do!

Anyway on with the pretties!


Tower

Yami loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt under his robe as he passed the silent Ravenclaw common room into his own private quarters at the top of the stairs. All he wanted to do after his rounds was take off all his clothes and collapse on his bed. As he entered his much smaller (but perfectly practical for one person) common room, Yami was halted in his steps by a deep voice.

A voice that was always filled with such dark promises, a voice that always left his body craving for more... a voice that confused him to no end since it was coming from the painting hanging above his desk on the side of the room.

Yami tried to close his robe further, not wanting to give the portrait an eyeful, knowing that even if he wasn't technically 'alive' in the most normal sense, that the wholly perverted painting would enjoy the view only too much.

"Yuugi," Yami lowered his head, not looking at the magical painting, that way he wouldn't do something that would leave him feeling ashamed and confused for another week. "I expected you to be asleep by now."

"I know, that's why I stayed up." Yami looked up at the painting, seeing half-lidded eyes and a smirk curving pink lips. "Don't think that I don't know that you've been avoiding me, Atemu. Ever since last week, you've taken up extra rounds at night, always dragging that little half-blood everywhere and all so you don't have to spend time alone with me. Was it something I said?" The mocking question was followed by a husky laugh which reverberated through the room and hit Yami straight in his core.

Yami closed his eyes as he tried to forget the memories of what had happened last week. The way he had melted at the sensual words coming from Yuugi's painted mouth, the way he had become pliable under the mysterious and intense stare of the former Slytherin head boy, heeding to all of the suggestive purrs as if it were the hands themselves touching his body.

Yami bit his lip, unknowingly making Yuugi's eyes darken until they were almost black in the dim lighting of the common area.

"I'm not going to do that again, Yuugi." Yami tried not to shy away from the eyes, but he couldn't help it. Yami thought he should stick to looking in the general direction of the Winsor knot in the green and silver tie.

Yami didn't see the way the orbs darkened with a completely different emotion; Yuugi's face lost the humoured smirk. A hoarse scoff came from the painting making Yami stare straight into eyes that should not be filled with so many emotions.

Yuugi Mutou had always been an extraordinary person in life, even his portrait (which was only meant to have faint emotions of the subject) seemed to surpass all expectations of a normal magical painting.

"That's just what you think, Kitten."

Yami gulped. He could already feel his will bending to Yuugi's gaze and silk lined words.

Merlin, he was completely hopeless.


AN: Heh, well there you go, another Harry Potter psuedo crossover, I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Well, don't forget to tell me what you think because I have a sequel for this and I'll only put it up if it gets enough attention, no point putting up something people will only dislike.

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