Thomas G. Bradley (knightish) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-02-07 21:27:00

WHO; Thomas Bradley and Samuel Harper
WHEN; After dinner, Backdated to Monday
WHERE; Outside, near the Greenhouses
SUMMARY; Someone misses his notebook
RATING; PG
WARNINGS; none at the moment.
STATUS; Incomplete

Thomas, dressed in mere school robes, settled himself comfortably on the grassy Hogwarts grounds just outside the Greenhouses, resting against a tall, old tree as he waited patiently for his 'date', the angst king himself, Samuel Harper. Surely, their exchange in the journals was perhaps the most entertaining than anything he has had in a while. At this thought, a small smile crawled up his lips. The boy was so, excruciatingly uptight and sensitive, that he just couldn't help himself with the sadistic teasing.

Leaning his head back, he fished a pack of cigarettes from his robe pocket, placed the fag between his lips and lit it with his wand. He took a deep drag, feeling a slight pleasant burn in his throat and exhaled, smoke rising from his lips before disappearing completely in the darkness. He checked the watch on his wrist; it read 7pm. He took another drag before his eyes drifted to the door to the Greenhouse. 'He'd better not be late', he thought, taking a notebook out of his bag and placing it comfortably on his lap.

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samlish
2008-02-07 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Making his way down the stairs, trying not to be late when all the people had decided that going down the stairs at the same time, was not the easiest thing to do, and he pushed his way between them with a annoyed sound at last and came down the last stair to the Entrance Hall, walking to the doors and pushing the big heavy door open for himself, and then trying to make it down to the greenhouses from ther as quickly as he could. Which of course wasn't the most easy thing either, since he just bumped into a class of first and second years, that had what it looked like just finished their classes in some of the greenhouses. This of course made him even more annoyed than he already was as he spotted Tom, standing resting against one of the trees there, smoking. Sam felt how much he wanted a smoke the moment he was Tom smoking, he had none cigarettes left though, and he couldn't ask the other boy now if he could have one, now could he? Sam crossed his arms as he walked up to him slowly, eyeing him with a questioning look.

"So, give me my notebook so I can get in again.. it's freezing cold out here." He eyed Tom's school uniform tie, the blue and bronze colors of it, and it all reminded him of Ackerley or Morag, stupid people, thinking they were so much better than him and then taking his best friend from him, and the person he right now had gotten a crush on, just fucking Ravenclaws, they were all the same. Though they were so much better than all others, sure Slytherins thought so too, but the different thing was that the Slytherin actually was better than all others, the Ravenclaws just thought they were. Idiots, Sam thought as he eyed the cigarette after that going from Tom's mouth and down, resting between his fingers. He suddenly licked his lips, really wanting one, he knew he should have taken some from Malcolm, he so knew it, and he really did regret not taken them now, he could really need one of those..

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knightish
2008-02-07 03:29 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't long before Thomas felt another presence beside him. A small smile crawled up his features before he averted his gaze to the other, a hand coming to rest on the notebook on his lap. "Nice to see you, too..." Pudding. "...Harper." he finished, fighting against the urge to use nicknames, just because he knew how much the boy despised them. Surprisingly,
he was not in a particular mood to pick fights.

The fact that Sam's bright eyes were following the progression of the cigarette between his fingers to and from his slightly puckered lips did not go unnoticed. "Didn't fancy you a smoker, I have to say." he took the packet of fags on his lap and tossed it expertly towards Sam. "See, when you want things all you have to do is ask nicely. Take your little Book of Sins right here for instance." he lifted the offending notebook up in one hand, indicating what he was referring to. "A little 'thank you' would have been lovely for saving this thing. Or perhaps a complimentary fruit basket, whichever you'd like." A small laugh. Instead of handing the boy back his notebook, he merely settled it back on his lap, a challenging smile on his features. "Why are you always so... angry?" he asked, his tone curious. "It does not become you, you know. I bet a smile suits you better than a scowl."

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samlish
2008-02-07 03:49 pm UTC (link)

Angry? Sam asked himself as Tom suddenly asked him why he was so angry all the time, that question just made him even more angry if something. Annoyed he was ready to take the notebook, but then Tom just kept it in his lap and Sam let out a annoyed and frustrating sound and took the cigarette he had been tossed instead and threw himself down next to the other boy. Sure, he was a annoying wanker right now, but at least he was company and at least Sam had gotten out from class and away from all the staring looks, and here was such a quiet and calm place, so why not sit there for just a little while? Sitting down though his hand brushed Tom's side, but he didn't notice it much as he grabbed his wand from his right pocket and lit one cigarette he had taken from the package. "Shut up.. I'm not angry." He mumbled as he took his first smoke, enjoying the smoke filling his lungs for a moment and how he then blew it out through his mouth slowly, he leaned back against the three too and watched the cigarette between his fingers before he mumbled, the cigarette had calmed in down some, his mood was a lot easier to handle after it.

"Alright, maybe I am.. But you have nothing to do with why I am.. You're a Ravenclaw, you're on their side.." He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly yet again as it looked like he was thinking really hard, then he suddenly said again. "And that is not a book of sin. You call writing your best friend's name all over again a sin? Of.. ex best friend, whatever." He glanced suddenly at Tom, from his face down to his lap, where his notebook laid, and for a while he was thinking of just taking it and then going from him as fast as possible, with the package of cigarette and his notebook, but then he didn't. It felt actually nice sitting here, it was getting darker outside, but he really didn't care, even if he was afraid of the dark, he was close to the castle and well strangely, Bradley next to him had a calming effect on him, something he hadn't had through the journals, but really had now, which annoyed him at the same time as he enjoyed it, Dean had been his calm point, where he could calm down and be himself, feel safe and so on, but not anymore, at as much anyway.. He stroke some of his hair away from his eyes and then he glanced at Tom again, asking. "If you get a few galleons, do I get my notebook back then without you going and telling half of your dorm?" He eyed Tom a bit more, then his free hand, the one not holding the cigarette, went from his own lap and over to Tom's ,gripping the back of the notebook, but just as he did so and was ready to get it up and to him, he stopped and pulled away, biting his bottom lip and wishing he hadn't just done that..

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knightish
2008-02-07 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Thomas probably wouldn't be able to help the chuckle that escaped his lips if he tried. Laughter escaped him, the sound echoing around the deserted stretch of Hogwarts land before them as the boy settled on the space just beside him. "I'm on the other side?" he repeated, smiling. "You sound like we're at a bloody war. Well, if you haven't noticed, Harper..." he took another long drag before exhaling slowly. ".. the war's over. Pull that pole out of your ass so I can see if you're naturally an asshole, or you're just troubled." His words were insulting, true, though why should he hold anything back, really? It wasn't as if the boy was equally concerned about his emotions.

"Not really. I still say it's the Book of Sin." Thomas said, reflective. "No particular reason. Don't you think its wicked to call it that?"

The bribery was amusing, Thomas noted. He was, however stunned when he felt warm fingers brushing against his fingers, against his thigh. Before he could even react to it, it was gone. ... What was that?

A sigh escaped his lips, a few minutes of silence later. Taking the book in one hand, he then lazily threw it on the other's lap. "I don't need money. And even if you were willing to give them, I won't take them anyway." With an expert flick of his thumb and forefinger, his cigarette was thrown in the far distance. "I still say stressing over your 'ex-best friend'..." his hands lifted to make quoting gestures while he said the word. "... is not an entirely healthy thing. Of course, I will not further elaborate for it is absolutely none of my business." He crossed his arms and slumped back, getting himself more comfortable. "You can go now." he said, almost as if the boy actually needed to be reminded of such a thing, his eyes averted in front of him. "I've done my purpose. You have no further need to stay. Besides, you're right. It's getting too cold..." Distantly, Tom wondered why he didn't feel too good about the thought of Sam going just yet...

"And I need my cigs back, if you would be so kind..."

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samlish
2008-02-07 04:37 pm UTC (link)

Surprised he watched as the notebook was just a moment after his hand left the other boy's lap, thrown into his own. He blinked a few times and stared down on it and he felt so silly when it suddenly felt just like the time when Dean had left him for that fucking Ackerley. He felt just sick by the thought of it, and strangely it felt like Bradley had just dumped him too. He got too close and he suddenly didn't want him near anymore, but hey he got it, it was not like he didn't want him near or close either, right? No, he told himself, he wasn't gonna be the longing clingy thing that had just been left, and that would take first best thing that get in his way. And still hadn't he decided on that he was straight now? Yes, he had, so it was just fine. Suddenly he felt a burning stinging pain between his fingers, and he hadn't notice that he had been holding the cigarette way too long and now it was burning the skin of his fingers, he threw it away and cursed loudly, looking down on his now red skin between his fingers. He put them into his mouth, as most people do with cuts and the like, he had no water here to cool it down so. "Yeah take them! Take your fucking cigarettes and leave already!" He suddenly almost yelled and took the cigarettes up and threw them into Tom's lap, sucking on the place where it hurt the most like a little kid or something.

"And who care if it's a healthy thing or not, maybe I just can't stop it?!" All the anger just went out of him, and suddenly he looked back into Tom's lap and took the cigarette package back and mumbled. "Thinking about it, I think I will keep these, for payment for hurting me. It was your cigarettes that did this, and in a way also you with that, so yeah I'll keep them. NOW you can go, Bradley." Sam said in a annoyed and sulky voice and looked away over to the greenhouses, now blowing cold air on the still red stinging skin between his fingers, he took pain like a little kid really, but well some people just couldn't take it as well as others..

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knightish
2008-02-08 12:02 am UTC (link)

"You..." Thomas started, his lips slightly parting as he stared at the other boy in surprise. He was hot the next minute, then cold... then just plain odd. Somehow, Thomas found it completely adorable. "... are such a strange, strange young man." he finished with a small laugh, performing a small 'accio' charm under his breath to retrieved the pack of cigarettes that were once again taken from him. The packet landed onto his awaiting palm. "This is mine so I'll be keeping it." he said, dropping lit inside his robe pocket. "If you want more, you'll just have to do that thing we talked about. That 'asking nicely' bit." Thomas contemplated on his next move for the next proceeding seconds before he finally decided to take action. "Of, quit being such a bloody sulky baby." His hand darted out and took Sam by the wrist before he pulled it to his lap and traced the injured area on his hand with the tips of his an impossibly cold fingers. "Doesn't look too bad." he said. "Want me to heal them for you? Least I could do, since they were my fags." He didn't quite agree to that last bit, but one needed excuse in situations like this, right?

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samlish
2008-02-08 12:24 am UTC (link)

When Tom suddenly laughed at him, he looked down into his lap with a even more sulky look over his face, and he was ready to start sulking even more as he accioed the cigarette package from his lap and then he was sure was going to leave, but then he was very surprised when suddenly he felt a hand on his, and as he looked up he saw Tom leaning over his hand, stroking the burned red skin between his fingers with his own finger tips. It made him for some reason get shivers down his back, and it was weird since no one but maybe Booth had gotten him to feel that, not even Dean, since well Dean and him had been close since forever. Even if Sam did have a huge crush on him right now, they still didn't have that awkward feeling between two that had just met. Not that it was something like that between him and Bradley either, he thought to himself annoyed suddenly and wanted to just pull his hand back from the other boy's touch and snap at him, but then he decided that he wasn't going to do that, because it actually felt really good, whatever he was doing. His finger tips were cold and it felt so good to his red skin there, who was pounding with pain, and he just wanted some cold water on them, but this was almost better actually.

"I.. yeah, it's really hurting so.." He said with a mumble and looked away from Tom's face, he felt like a fucking little girl, whiny and wanting someone to take care of him, but maybe that was what he actually wanted.. Just someone who would care about him for once, someone he didn't need to chase.. someone who could chase him. No, he told himself suddenly, no you're fucking straight and Bradley is.. well.. his Ackerley's dormmate, and that is disgusting and just.. a no. He added to the end just so he wouldn't sound too weak and girly. "Just hurry up though.." Then he looked at his fingers again and how those long finger of his stroked his hurting skin between his fingers with soft and cold fingertips, iy felt actually so good, and he kinda hated that it did..

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knightish
2008-02-08 03:51 am UTC (link)

Thomas noted the slight stutter in Sam's words, and couldn't help but smile at the thought of him actually having an effect on the boy. "Right away, sir." he said with a small shake of his head. He took out his wand and quietly got to work on the other's hand; it took mere minutes before Sam's hand was fully healed. "There." Thomas said, surveying his work. "I am so wickedly good at this." Averting his eyes to Sam, he then offered the other his sweetest smile, one that has rendered so many before him incoherent. "Would you mind if I don't give your hand back just yet?" he asked, not at all ashamed of such an odd request. He looked down once again at their joined fingers. Cradling the back of Sam's hand with one hand, he then used the other hand to trace soft circles on the other's palm. "You have such nice hands... you must be not used to labor. Tell me if I'm wrong..."

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samlish
2008-02-08 04:15 am UTC (link)

The moment his hand healed he felt like his cool calm feeling go all over his hand up through himself, and he relax even more, and if they had not been like outside and it was so getting quite cold, he would even have closed his eyes and gotten a little sleepy. For some reason healing things always had that effect on him, it was like it also healed even more than just the cut or the wound. He leaned back more to the tree and he didn't even listen much to Tom, or paid much attention to that his hand was still in the other boy's. No, it was first when he felt the other boy saying that he wouldn't let go off his hand if he didn't mind for a while, and then he felt him starting to touch him with stroking moves over his hand and his palm and all of those moves actually made him relax and sleepy even more, though he did sit up in the last minute and got all stiff and weird uncomfortable, not so much that it was another boy touching him, more that he couldn't, he was too scared to get hurt again. With girls it was another thing, there he could fool around and just be himself, with guys it felt now thanks to Dean and all, more serious and like he would fall for them too, just like Dean and got just as hurt and depressed, and he couldn't handle that one more time, he thought, as he moved his hand away out of Tom's slowly and mumbled.

"You're not wrong.. I'm not born to do labor.. so that is why my hands doesn't have the signs of it.. But hey.. I don't want to touching them even more than you had to because of that!" He said in a annoyed voice and looked down on his hands, he always had been getting comment that he had girly hands, not like tiny, but smaller hands and soft ones, right now he so wanted more manly ones though, so Bradley wouldn't think they were nice.. "You know, if you're gay.. I'm not into that kinda stuff. Never had been, never will be." A few lays couldn't hurt right? If it just lead to the good thing in the end, right..? Yeah, then it was okay, he thought and looked down on his hands yet again, wishing them looked different.

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knightish
2008-02-08 02:38 pm UTC (link)

"I noticed." Thomas said, the smiled never leaving his lips. "No one can have such pretty hands if they overworked them. I bet you haven't touched a cleaning broom all your life."

After watching Harper's almost hurt expression when he retrieved his hand back from him, Tom moved back in mild surprise, raising his hands as if in defeat. "Alright, alright." he started, laughing a bit. "I'll never touch you again, if that's what you want. Bloody hell." He tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment plaguing him, but he came out unsuccessful. Did he say anything wrong? He didn't believe so... "And again, a little act of appreciation would have been nice for healing the little pathetic bruises in your hands."

Something inside Thomas unexpectedly snapped at the other's next words. Though being him, he was able to keep his emotions at bay after one calming breath. "Who said I was expecting you to like me?" he asked, his narrowed eyes turning back to the other as he lit another cigarette. "Were you aware that you just brought up the word 'gay' again? Even when it's completely off topic." he said, taking a drag. He shook his head disapprovingly. "You're pretty obvious, mate, I have to tell you that. If you keep this up, I might fall under the impression that you're -surprise of surprises!- homosexual -or bisexual, if you want to be technical- yourself and are just fucking ashamed of it." he said, not a trace of bitterness or regret in his hard tone. "I find it completely pitiful to live a life that revolved around pretenses and lies. One shouldn't be scared to let everyone know who they are. If you can't be true to yourself, you're nothing." Thomas was usually such a tolerant lad, but sometimes one should know when to draw the line. After his small rant, he heaved a heavy, shaky sigh, feeling his chest suddenly tighten to an almost painful extent. He needed to leave; he could no longer stand being around Harper. Without even saying his farewell's, Tom threw his fag on the grassy floor, retrieved his things before he pushed himself off the ground and made his way back to the castle, one hand clinging onto his heavy chest...

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samlish
2008-02-09 01:16 am UTC (link)

Having someone say stuff like that to him, was not something that happened often to him, and that that person also walked away was just nothing that never happened to him. He sat just there when he started to walk away quickly with his mouth slightly open looking like a damn fool. He closed it suddenly when he couldn't see Tom anymore, and then he looked around, a bit confused on what had just happened. Had that guy some damn reason to blow up like that and tell him all those stuff? No, was Sam's only answer. But then he started to think that maybe he had a point somewhere in that all Ravenclaw smartass babble of his, that had lasted what felt like a freaking whole hour. He got up slowly and stared off where he had just a few minutes ago seen Tom walking away from him, then he started suddenly out of no where to go after him. He didn't see the back of the other boy before they were in the Entrance Hall and he couldn't really call after him there, it was way too many people and they would see and well Sam didn't want them to see him talking to a 'maybe gay bloke' like Bradley. So instead he just got after him until they were in a corridor that was at the moment very empty of people. Quickly he walked up behind him and grabbed one of his arm from behind and then laid on at his waist and pushed him into the closest alcove. Not really knowing what he was doing he pushed him hard into the closest wall in there and pressed himself close to him, getting a hand up and placing a finger to his lips.

"Shh.. I just.." He cut himself off before he had even began talking as he realized what he was doing and how close he was standing and that he actually still had a finger pressed to the other boy's slightly open, in probably surprise and shock, lips. He backed off and let him go, looking embarrassed for a while, before he mumbled out, glancing up at Tom's face in the now pretty dark alcove, as it got darker and darker outside. "I.. I just came back to say, yeah so what.. I might have been bisexual.. But I'm not anymore, so there, Bradley! I don't fake who I am.. I just changed and now I want.. I am straight. I am nothing, just saying. Just fuck.. just stay out of it, and let it be!" He said the last words in a upset voice and backed away a bit even more and he bit his bottom lip and whispered out, maybe too low to Tom to hear, maybe not.. "I just want this damn nightmare to be over.."

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knightish
2008-02-09 02:41 pm UTC (link)

It came as a complete surprise to Thomas that Samuel actually bothered to follow him. The secrecy however, was completely predictable. The ache in his chest seemed to intensify when the other came near, and even more so when he felt the other's soft hands circle around his arm and pulled him in a dark closet. Silently, he followed. He barely had time to express his outrage at having been practically dragged, when he found himself against the wall with warm strong body pressed against him, and impossibly soft fingers pressed against his parted lips. He dared not speak.

The boy seemed troubled, conflicted, that he yearned to comfort him. Still, he couldn't. It wouldn't be... appropriate to do so. "You didn't have to explain anything." he said quietly, shifting his bag on his shoulder, his gaze on the other's features. "I... understand. Surprisingly, I do. I'll stay away, if that's what you want. I never liked dipping my fingers into other people's affairs anyway." He took a step forward, was about to reach for the other when he decided against it. "I... I would just like to apologize if I had been harsh. Perhaps that was a bit out of line for me..." he said, his tone sincere, his eyes averting to the floor.

"But still..." Thomas continued, leaning comfortably back against the wall, a small smirk now on his lips. "...something has left me curious." He reached out a hand and gestured for Sam to walk over to where he was. "Come here."

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samlish
2008-02-11 03:51 am UTC (link)

Being a teenager boy as he was he of course thought a lot about sex, and he hadn't had any for weeks, and that must have been the longest he had gone without since well he started to have it really, which had been a while now. He felt weird and like he missed it a lot, but still he didn't, but every little thing that could set his mind off to that way, and well right now when Tom gestured to him with his hand to get closer and then said 'Come here', just made his teenager boy mind to start thinking of things that could mean, but he quickly shook it off and looked at him, or tried at least it was quite dark in there. Sure, he had just heard Tom said he was sorry for being harsh, but that he hadn't even notice much of, because well his mind didn't work that well right now together with the rest. He didn't move at first when Tom told him to come close to him, he just stood there and stared at him, and then he bit his bottom lip carefully and took the few steps there were between them until he was standing just one or two steps from Tom, blinking in the dark, trying to see Tom, but it was just very hard to see what was showing in the other boy's face in this dark that was here.

"What, Bradley? What left you curious? I won't stand here all day, I have things to do you know and.." He got still for moment and started to think of Dean of all people, he wanted someone, he suddenly felt how much he did want someone more than a shag for one single night, someone to actually sleep next to and cuddle with, and he didn't had that anymore and.. Why the hell did that has to happen to Dean and him? If not, he had at least had a friend in him, a best friend, and who knows maybe even more than that..

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knightish
2008-02-14 12:03 am UTC (link)

A small laugh escaped Thomas as he watched Samuel walk towards him. "And...?" he asked, taking the boy's hand in his and pulling him forward, his grip on him sift at first, then tight to ensure the he wouldn't run away. His voice, however, was soft, soothing. "You've already wasted minutes smoking lout in the grounds..." He placed one hand on the other's waist before he slowly walked forward, pushing Sam back until the other was pressed back against the wall. "I think you can spare me just a few more seconds..." His other hand braced their link hands up, against the cold wood behind him before Thomas smiled deviously at Sam and made to lean slowly forward, bringing his lips closer and closer to the other's...

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