House: Gryffindor!

Pairing: Roger Davies/ Anthony Goldstein

"Roger." Fleur Delacour, my date practically purred. I shivered, but not from excitement as she seemed to think. Fleur was beautiful, and I was amazed I could even hold a semi intelligent conversation with her, though it was rare, but I was slowly losing my interest in the beautiful blonde on my arm.

Smiling as much as I could, I asked "Yes, Fleur?" A little louder than usual to be heard over the music the Weird Sisters were blasting out.

"As . . . interesting as zis type of music is, it's giving me a 'eadache. Might we take a walk in ze garden?" Her eyes were their normally cold crystalline, with just a bit of hope, and smugness in them, something about them reminded me of Hippogriff right before it went in for the kill.

Shuddering slightly, I offered a brief nod, a minute thrill of anticipation settling in the bit of my stomach, as I placed my hand gently on the small of her back and began to lead her towards the doors.

All possible excitement seemed to die as I noticed Anthony. He was leaning against the punch bowl, nodding his head occasionally as his friend, Michael Coroner, talked animatedly about something, filling up two glasses of punch. I tripped slightly as his beautiful azure eyes landed on me, frowning slightly as he noticed Fleur. Michael appeared to say goodbye, and I briefly saw him head over to the youngest Weasley, Ginny I think it was.

"Roger?" Fleur asked.

"Sorry." I said, once again starting on our way towards the door. I tried to ignore Anthony's hurt, and disappointed gaze as the anticipation that had began to build faded, and was quickly replaced by guilty dread.

Anthony and I shared something more than just friends, I realize that, but I can't face it. I had known Anthony had liked me, it was hard to miss his not so discreet glances at me when we were studying. We had always been great friends, despite the two year age difference, but things changed. And, that one night when we were the last ones in the common room I had given him his first kiss. It'd been amazing, different than all the casual ones I had shared with girls in the past.

I think that's what freaked me out, I had never kissed a boy, let alone my friend, and liked it. So, I did the only sensible thing I could think of, I ran. It had been two weeks sense the incident, and I had avoided him like a Dementor. But it was hard to ignore his piercing gaze, or the increasing shame I was feeling.

Not meeting his eyes, I lead the part vela outside, letting out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding as soon as I felt the cool air of the night.

"It's a lot more beautiful zen I would 'ave thought." Fleur said demurely, taking my arm, and leading me deeper into the garden. We passed Hagrid and Madame Maxime, they made an interesting couple, they seemed worlds apart in the way they dressed, but they seemed happy enough.

"I don't know why Madame would fall for zat oaf." Fleur said, taking my hand in hers, and leading me behind a bush, to where she none too gently, pushed me onto the ground, looking down at me with a Cheshire cat grin.

"What-"

"I know 'ow you feel about me, Roger." Fleur said, starting me as she sat primly on my lap, "And, I don't mind." She said sweetly, leaning in to press her soft lips to mine. The kiss wasn't nearly as good as I would have expected. I'm sure to any other guy it would have blown their minds, but all I could think about was Anthony.

I ran my hands through Fleur's long blonde hair, I couldn't help but wish it was Anthony's chin length golden hair. Her lips were soft, but I longed for the delicious combination of soft, yet rough feel of Anthony's against mine.

I increased the pressure of the kiss, angry at myself but unable to stop. I wasn't with Anthony! So? why was I feeling so guilty, way did this feel so wrong? I knew what I wanted, and Fleur wasn't it, but as the kiss got more passionate, she certainly was a good distraction.

I vaguely heard footsteps pass by us, but ignored it, focusing more on finding the zipper of the back of Fleur's dress.

I gasped as I remembered the hurt expression Anthony had fixed me with minutes ago. My actions made me feel sick, but I knew if I stopped I'd go to Anthony, confess the words that I had never said before, and nothing would ever be the same. As much as a part of me wanted to, I couldn't. I wasn't ready for that yet; I wasn't prepared for all the change it would bring. I knew that I was only hurting the both of us, but for the moment, I hoped Fleur could briefly convince me not to care. Bu,t as much as I tried, when I closed my eyes the only blond I saw was Anthony.

AN: Bad, I know but I was stuck for idea, and the start of school didn't help. Hope you liked it!

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