You could have cut the tension in the air with a knife. Vincent was calmly unpacking his things into the wardrobe. His bed was pressed against the wall as far away from Greg's as it could possibly go. Minerva had been thoughtful and had the house elves remove all the twin size poster beds and instead had put two queens in their so the grown men could rest comfortably.
Not a word had been spoken between the two since Greg had stomped into the room in a seemingly bad temper thirty minutes after Vince had.
Though as Vince had moved silently around the room putting his things away, he couldn't help but notice the taller man's shoulders had begun to relax. What Vince didn't know was Greg was staring at him from beneath his lashes. Taking in the familiarity of him and taking note of everything that was different about him. At least what he could see.
His hair was longer, no longer looking like bristles smashed against his forehead. He wore a beard, not a purposefully sculpted beard as was the style these days. More so like he hadn't shaved in a few days, giving him a rugged appearance. His hands callused from handling some of the more aggressive creatures that came in and out of the Menagerie. Muggle clothes clung to his body like a second skin, making Greg wonder why he had ever thought it to be tacky for a witch or wizard to wear.
Right now all he could imagine was peeling the black shirt from his body, and unzipping the trousers that rested low on his hips. In that moment he didn't care that he would be disowned by his family. If Vince were to look at him with the same heat in his eyes that he had looked at Harry with…pain stuck him, as fresh as the memory. They both had fought against the chemistry they had felt all through Hogwarts. But it had been nothing compared to the emotions that ran through Gregory Goyle now.
Vince oblivious of the thoughts Greg was having, reached inside a drawer and pulled out a pair of sleep trousers and fresh pants before slipping through the door into the shower attached to their rooms. He was confused, the hate he had felt when he first saw Greg was slowly abating, being replaced by a sizzling chemistry. It had been a while since he had let anyone warm his bed, but there was no way Greg would fill that position.
The man was to stuck in his ways, to used to the lifestyle his money and fame provided him. Being seen with a man would send the media up in arms. Slurs and Food wishes giving him whiplash. Vince shook his head to clear his thoughts. Why was he even letting his mind wander to all this? Greg had abandoned him, why would he even entertain the idea of sleeping with the man? Still lingering were the even worse thoughts of dating him, marrying him, helping raise Marianna.
It was all almost to much. He stepped out from underneath the spray of water and crossed the bathroom floor to dig his vile of calming draught from his trouser pocket, sighing in relief as his racing thoughts slowed along with his heartbeat. He leaned against the wall and let a smile slip across his face.
This must be what it feels like to be normal…