"I have a cunning plan"
This can be read with "This means war" and if you haven't read it, that's fine as well! Just know that this is set in that universe.
Crowley wasn't pleased that the other Slytherin didn't understand that Sam was off limits now, meaning that Sam was his. It didn't help that Sam was too nice for his own good, not letting him cast a single stinging hex at the blonde.
That would hopefully be changing soon, though, if the frustration on the Ravenclaw's features were anything to go by.
"This is getting ridiculous," Sam huffed, holding a book that Gabriel had probably given to him, and a box of his favorite candies. "He tried asking me out on a date."
Merlin, Gabriel was getting a hex later on, whether Sam liked it or not.
"I don't know to do." The Ravenclaw admitted with a soft sigh. Making his way closer, Crowley stopped to take his hand.
"Don't worry, darling. I have a cunning plan."
Usually, his plan would have been cunning (he was a Slytherin after all), but because Gabriel had been pushing his limits, Crowley wasn't going to hold back.
The cunning plan was going to be simple, actually. They would slowly build the plan up throughout the next day, but something changed that.
His moose, like always, had fallen asleep at the library again. It was already late, so the man sighed a bit to himself, unable to hold back a little smile as he went over, hand stroking through the soft hair.
"Moose," He mumbled, voice soft as the other man started to wake. "It's past curfew."
"Are you gonna give me a detention?" Sam teased him, smirking as lips met his own with a simple kiss, his entire body relaxing into it. "I love you," He whispered, and Crowley paused at that.
"Sam," The Slytherin whispered, pulling him in for another kiss. "I love you too,"
A loud thud broke the two wizards apart, coming face to face with Gabriel and the book he dropped.