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I'll color your night, I'll lead you to light.

In hope you'll find a place to hide,

You don't have to be lost-

Lost in your own life

Chapter 19

James just stood there, unable to believe what he was seeing. Zeke was seemingly praying.

"Wow, isn't this a sight to behold." James mocked, trying to get onto Zeke's bad side.

"What do you want, filth?" Zeke asked, not daring to move from what he was doing. "I'm going to kill this boy one day." Zeke thought.

"Just to know what you're doing," James said. "Because I'm bored and am forced to share a room with the brattiest, weirdest, cutest kid here." James said, not noticing his words.

"Wait, did you just call me cute?" Zeke asked, a slight blush coming to his face.

"No, I said ugliest! I don't know where you got that from." James said, a small blush coming to his face as well.

"Well then, I won't tell you that you're cute too." Zeke said, "Which would be custom seeing how you had called me cute."

"Just shut up!" James said.

"You know, we're most likely to be roommates till we graduate, and that will be a long time seeing how we're first years and aren't in a house yet." Zeke pointed out.

"Wrong, I'm only here long enough to protect myself and my dad's from some chick ready to kill me! As well as save Oliver from her." James said, taking the blushing feeling away from both of their faces. "Then I'm going back to my normal life."

"But what if you're wrong or it takes longer than your expecting? We still have to co-exist together." Zeke pointed out again.

"Okay, so what are you saying? You want to be my friend?" James asked.

"No, I want to at least tolerate you, but you make that really difficult!" Zeke said, turning himself towards James.

"How about we play some chess and the winner gets to ask the loser something and the loser must answer completely truthful." James said, not knowing where Zeke was going or where he was himself.

"Okay, but you'll have a lot of questions to answer. Is there a line for questions that would be weird and bad to ask?"

"Just common sense," James chuckled. "We write down the questions and ask them tonight before going to bed."

Zeke rolled his eyes and took James out where the chest boards were. It was basically Snape's living room. Everyone was surprised to see James and Zeke walking in without saying a word. More surprised to see them sit down and start playing a game of chess.

In the first couple of games, James lost so Zeke wrote down his questions for James. In the next three James won and wrote his questions down for Zeke to answer. But as they won and lost, they were really studying each other and how they made their moves and reactions to those sorts of moves. In the last game they were playing, was quite intense that any move they made was just taking a piece, until they both were down to their queens. They each moved slowly, planning where to try to take the other.

"Wow, you've gotten good at this." Zeke said, surprising everyone by the complement. "But I won't lose."

"Ha. Thanks but I won't lose either." James said.

They kept going, made over fifty moves when Draco came by. He looked at the board and then the two boys then said "What's this for?"

"We're bored and-" James started.

"We made a bet," Zeke said, "But with this it has to come to a draw."

"I guess it has," James said, as both of them started to write down their last question.

"James, can I see you in my room real quick?" Draco asked, looking over both of their papers. Names nodded and grabbed the paper, making sure that it was folded neatly in his back pocket. James followed Draco until Draco stopped near his room.

"What are you up to with Zeke?" Draco asked.

"We told you, we're bored and got a bet started. Now can I please go back to my room, we need to finish our bet."

"Fine, but as long as you two keep it in your room. I'll be outside, to see how it will go."

"Don't bother, it will stay in the room and after we're going to bed." James said, starting to get irritated at Draco.

"Okay, well then, do you have the packet your dad gave you?" Draco asked, slightly embarrassed about asking that question.

"Oh Merlin, dad, really, we're not going to do that tonight or ever!" James protested, stomping away from Draco and going to his room. When he got in, he slammed the door shut which scared Zeke.

"What's up?" Zeke asked. "What did Professor Malfoy want?"

"First, if you're only with me, then you can either just call him: 'Professor', 'Draco', or 'Mr. Malfoy.' Do not call him 'Professor Malfoy.'" James said.

"Got it," Zeke said, noticing that James wasn't use to hearing Draco called that.

"Second, he wanted to know about the 'bet' and plans on being outside, might listen in, but believes we're going to have sex," James said, "which I told him that will never happen."

Just like that, a small flicker died in Zeke's eyes, and he crossed out a question on his list.

"Did you have a question about us having sex?" James chuckled.

"Honestly, yeah. That is if it really came down to it with my family, I'd ask you first." Zeke said, being half-honest.

"Oh, well then… um… thanks I guess…" James said awkwardly. "So, um, how many questions do you have?"

"Ten, you?

"Same. Do you want to go first or what?"

"I'll go. First question;" Zeke said, sitting upright on his bed, "how old are you?"

"I'm fifteen, but will be 16 soon." James said, looking at his list for the right question to start off with.

"Wow, I would have thought you'd be older. You look nearly eighteen." Zeke said.

"Thanks. First question for you: What's going on with your family?" James asked. "Meaning why are the adults wanting you to hook up with me?"

"Because we've been inbreeding for generations, if I get with someone before I turn 18 I won't have to hook up with my ugly cousin and I can get with someone I really like." Zeke answered, hiding behind the paper. "In other words, if I get with you, I get to choose my life; otherwise free-will will be gone for me. Forever."

"That really sucks, what if you just say you're with someone. A guy?" James asked, worrying for Zeke.

"Nope, that's two questions, I have to ask one before I answer that one." Zeke chuckled. "Now… are you bi, or gay. I didn't ask straight from you mentioning of a boyfriend."

"I am bi, but everyone has cut that out and labeled me as gay for years, and not because of my dad's. Mainly because they think I only go for guys." James said. "Although for about two years I had a girlfriend."

"What happened to her?"

"She saw me kissing a guy and broke up with me, after kicking me in the balls."

"Wow, that's harsh." Zeke said, feeling a bit bad for James.

"A bit, but when have you started to care?" James asked.

"I don't know, now who's turn is it to ask question?" Zeke asked.

"I don't know but I'm pretty tired, can we call it a night?" James asked.

"Sure," Zeke said, getting under the covers of his bed.

"Did you enjoy it?" James asked, half asleep.

"Enjoy what?" Zeke asked.

"Being in bed with me?" James asked.

"Oh… um-" Zeke started before he heard James's breathing become even. "Yeah, I did."