ackerley. (ackerley) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-01-07 03:06:00

WHO; Stewart, Dean, and Morag and Sam later.
WHEN; During and after dinner, Saturday night.
WHERE; Room of Requirement & the adjoining hallway
SUMMARY; A date, and then a conflict.
RATING; R
WARNINGS; kissing, ~intimacy~, then punches :D
STATUS; wayyy incomplete

Stewart was lying down flat in his four-poster, his fingers drumming on his bare arm, breathing deeply. There was, what? A good thirty minutes before he could even think about running off to the seventh floor and still have his dignity. He sighed and flipped his body over and spread himself across the bed, making small mummers as he sang along to muggle songs that he could only remember not listen to. Really it wouldn’t be asking too much to attempt to make a radio work here, or a CD player, or something. They were wizards after all! What was the hold up?

He let out another dramatic sigh as he jumped up into a sitting position and ruffled his hand through his hair. He’d thought of everything, right? Food from the kitchens stowed away in his bag, and they’d just have to think of somewhere to have their date when they got there. It was just… nerve wracking. Stewart wanted to scream or do something, because, this was all so new. He’d never been on a real date before, despite how far he’d been physically in a relationship, this was completely different. He actually liked Dean, and he felt a small thrill run through him as he thought about how much he actually did like him. And then he ruined his mood by thinking about Harper and how apparently, he was about to get his “butt kicked in”. God- he didn’t think they let people that stupid into Hogwarts, and then the fact that he said that Dean wasn’t good enough for him. Stewart grimaced and he put his fingers underneath his thighs and bit his lip, trying to keep himself occupied before he would make the big escape from the crowd heading to the Great Hall, and go to his… date.

He got up off his bed, ran his fingers through his hair once more, and started to make his way to the tapestry on the seventh floor. He wanted to get there early, it wasn’t too much to be punctual, and this really meant a lot to him.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-07 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Dean was nervous, extremely nervous. The last time he had been this nervous he had been with Sam, and this was also the last time his stomach flip flopped the way it was right now. Dean groaned as she scratched his head through his beanie and looked at this clothing again. Why did it even matter about his clothing? Was this what it was suppose to feel like with all the girls he dated, because he would totally understand the allure if it was. Dean was so excited about this date, and was pleased himself having the guts to ask him out. He was honestly surprised by how much he liked him.

Finally the waiting got too much and he decided to dash. He had to make it to the seventh floor, but beyond that he didn’t know where he was going. Dean was nervous about the eyes judging him as they walked through the common room, but really how likely was it they knew he was going on a date with a guy. Okay so that was a relaxing thought.

He got out of the common room and navigated his way through the halls. He was walking a lot faster than he normally was which was probably due to his nerves. Dean wanted to see Stewart, not only to kiss those lips again but too talk to him. Stewart was a pleasure to talk too, and he kept his interest. This was what he was missing from Sam, and what Sam was afraid to give him.

As he got to the seventh floor he saw Stewart. “Stewart,” he said as he adjusted his glasses. He waved at him with a sort of smile on his face. Dean was not a smiler, but Stewart really brought it out of him. “Where are we going?” He asked as he looked around the hall, he really wanted to kiss him. Just a soft peck of kiss, a tender kiss, that was all he wanted.

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ackerley
2008-01-09 05:53 am UTC (link)

Stewart tried to gain his composure when he saw Dean, and simply took a deep breath and looked at his… what? He wasn’t sure what they were honestly, this was their first date, and Stewart could count how many times they’d kissed on one hand. But, he couldn’t really help but feel his heart speed up slightly and that out of breath feeling that was currently attacking his sense of logic.

“Hey,” Stewart let out breathlessly, his hand wandered up to his neck and he unloosened his tie, biting his lip to keep from smiling. He swallowed once and noticed a small aching in his mouth, and just nodded when Dean asked where they were going- coherent sentences was asking too much right now. He reached his hand out and grabbed Deans, noticing how it wasn’t rough or soft, probably from flying, and pulled his classmate down the hallway until he spotted the tapestry he was searching for. He turned around suddenly and pushed Dean against the stone wall, a thrill of excitement running through him as he leaned forward and found Dean’s lips. The hallway was completely deserted; the majority of the student body was at dinner, after all. Stewart let out a small sound as he licked Dean’s bottom lip and deepened the kiss. Only after leaning forward he realized how far he’d gone and pulled back slowly, leaving a soft kiss on Dean’s cheek and tired to downplay the fact that he was blushing. He let out a small laugh and realized he hadn’t let go of Dean’s hand, and reluctantly let go. Stewart didn’t want to seem to forward, despite the fact that all he wanted to do was to continue kissing Dean in the middle of the hallway. He shook his head once to try to clear his thoughts and nodded once at Dean.

“So, the Room of Requirement is right here,” he nodded once in the direction of the wall and moved away from Dean to walk back and forth three times, concentrating, but not closing his eyes so he could continue to look at Dean. Stewart took in Dean’s reaction when the door appeared and grabbed his bag from where he’d abandoned it on the cold floor earlier. He couldn’t help but give Dean another smile, and then let out another laugh as he saw what the room held.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-09 06:09 am UTC (link)

Dean’s eyes walked over Stewart’s body, and smirked. He moved his eyes up to his face and looked at his lips for a while as he met up with him in the hall. Watching as his Stewart loosened his tie, only wanting to take if off for him. Once that thought entered his head he started wondering what it would be like to take off other articles of Stewart’s clothing. As Dean realized his thoughts he shook his head to get it away, he didn’t want to fuck this up.

As Stewart’s hand slipped into his, he almost jumped what if someone saw? Okay so nobody was going to see, and he liked the feeling of Stewart’s hand in his. Yeah this was right, not doing this with girls, this fit for him. He linked his fingers with Stewart’s as he was dragged off down the hall, and before he knew it he was pushed up against a wall.

Dean’s lips locked with Stewart’s, and his tongue dragged across Stewart’s lips. He didn’t want it to stop, no he didn’t. When he pulled away he was almost panting a bit, and all he wanted was to pull him back. Screw taking this one step at a time, all he wanted was to kiss him. He was distracted from the thought for a moment as a door appeared and he looked confused, but not at all surprised as this was Hogwarts, he was just more confused as to how Stewart found this place. As he looked in he smirked at what lay inside. “Nice,” he mumbled as if uncaring of what was inside, well if Stewart was standing in it he would care a bit more.

Dean walked into the room and took Stewart’s hand to get him in the doorway. He looked at him as the door closed behind them and his moved closer to Stewart. Dean’s eyes didn’t move from Stewart’s as his hand still held his and the hooked gently on the top of his jeans and he leaned forward to get his lips against his own. Oh did he ever want to just keep kissing him. He kept his lips against Stewart’s as he let go of his hand and moved it to his neck, deepening the kiss.

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ackerley
2008-01-09 06:43 am UTC (link)

“It just gives you whatever you need,” Stewart smirked when he noted that there was a rather large sofa in the room, as well as a table and some other comfortable furnishings, and wondered if this is what he really was thinking of when he was concentrating. He cleared his throat, “My older brother told me about it last year, he didn’t really want to though.”

He felt Dean’s hand grab his own and felt the now annoyingly familiar butterflies and rapid heartbeat. Stewart genuinely liked Dean, and it showed. He wasn’t naïve at all when it came to kissing and more, in fact he sort of regretted this whole last summer, the familiar pain running through his chest when he thought about it. But he honestly cared about Dean, and he just hoped that Dean felt the same way, and that Harper was lying. He felt Dean’s fingers against his Jeans and he just smiled and put his free hand on Dean’s lower back, making sure that the gap in between them was closed as they continued to kiss. Stewart blushed again as he accidentally let out a small moan, and then moved his hand to the back Dean’s neck and began running his fingers back and forth against Dean’s bare skin, and gently pulled away and took a few shallow breaths.

“Sofa-” he choked out as he took a few more laboured breaths. He’d never really felt this… happy, when kissing someone. This just felt right. And he bit his lip and worried about how fast things were going, and that the food he’d gotten was getting cold, but all he knew is that he just wanted to kiss Dean. It seemed like everything else was so far away, because right now all he cared about was Dean and how soft his lips were, and how fucking adorable Dean was the second after he’d pulled away.

Stewart started kissing Dean again, slower this time, taking in every part of the boy in front of him, and tried to make his way to the sofa without breaking free from the kiss. Even oxygen wasn’t the priority in his mind at that moment.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-09 07:15 am UTC (link)

Yeah Dean wasn’t really listening to Stewart when he talked; he was sort of distracted with what he wanted to do. So when Stewart was responsive he was extremely excited by it. I just made him kiss him more and focus on the whole thing. He tasted so good, and he was such a good kisser. There was no stopping to say he couldn’t tell anymore, or that this was just messing around, Stewart was kissing him like him meant it. Then there was that moan and it caused Dean to shiver and cause a bit of moan himself.

When he heard the word Sofa he smirked into the kiss and started to walk with Stewart towards the sofa. He had no idea what Stewart had planned for the night but right now this was fantastic. His hand started to move up into his hair and the other started to move up his chest. Dean’s glasses were becoming a bit fogged but he really didn’t care. All he wanted was to feel his body against Stewart’s.

When he felt almost cared for with that slow almost sensual kiss, it wasn’t hard like the ones Sam gave. He felt his back of his legs meet the sofa and holding Stewart close moved to lay down with Stewart on top of him. He broke the kiss and looked at him, “Is this okay?” He asked with an almost soft smile. His hands running along his back and one slowly moving down to find Stewart bottom he was dying to touch.

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ackerley
2008-01-09 07:41 am UTC (link)

Stewart couldn’t really talk, so he just nodded slowly and realized that he was still breathing with his mouth open so he closed it as another smile crossed his face. He moved his legs so he was sitting up, straddling Dean and then started to untie Dean’s tie and take off his glasses and place them on the table next to the sofa. Once the tie was off he unbuttoned Dean’s shirt slowly, making sure to keep eye contact with him. He then leaned back down and kissed Dean’s neck softly, not even thinking about making this rougher than need be.

“You’re sort of adorable, you know,” Stewart murmured against Dean’s throat and then gave him another small kiss as he ran his hand over Dean’s bare chest. Stewart wasn’t sure why but it was just nice to have things move slowly, because he’d never done so with anyone else. He started kissing Dean, noting that the boy was a really nice kisser. He bit Dean’s lip softly and then kissed it again to cancel out the moment of aggression. Stewart wanted this to be right… and maybe doing this so soon wasn’t the best idea, but fuck, it felt so good.

He pulled away and chuckled and moved his hand so that it was underneath Dean’s beanie and he could run his fingers though his hair. “Could I take it off…?” Stewart let the question trail off, wondering if it would imply more.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-09 07:50 am UTC (link)

Dean was laying there looking up at Stewart waiting for a reply and just got a slow nod, it made him a bit worried Stewart thought he was going to fast. Dean was about to say something when his tie was being removed and his glasses. Okay so now Stewart was a sort of blurry, thankfully he could see close up so it wasn’t bad. Then felt his shirt being unbuttoned and Stewart’s lips on his neck, oh it felt so good. Dean actually made a soft moaning sound as Stewart’s lips kissed his neck. He even blushed when he was called adorable. “Thanks,” he said awkwardly not sure what to say. Dean was strangely nervous and he felt his heart racing and butterflies in his stomach. As Stewart’s hands ran across his chest he felt his breath hitch.

Kissing Stewart was so great, it felt amazing. He kissed back not minding the bite, and enjoying the kiss. This felt so good, and Dean didn’t want it to stop. When Stewart’s hands moved up into his hair under his beanie and groaned. Okay so maybe Morag was right and he need not wear it all the time. He would never admit Morag was right though. “Yeah you can,” he said looking up at him almost tempted to say he could take off other things.

As he lay there his hands moved up and started to undo Stewart’s tie and when he got it undone he pulled Stewart down with it to kiss him once more. He slid it from around his neck and his hands went to unbutton his shirt. He wanted to kiss Stewart’s skin; he wanted to feel his hands running over Stewart’s body. Dean was getting rather warm from the whole thing and noticed the familiar stiffening in his pants.

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ackerley
2008-01-10 08:07 pm UTC (link)

Stewart couldn’t stop grinning like the dork he was as Dean unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie. It was hard to believe exactly what was happening, and that it was happening with Dean, but he leaned down and continued to kiss Dean for the umpteenth time, because it was just fucking addicting. Dean was really nice to be around and Stewart could honestly say that he was the best kisser he’d ever fooled around with. Stewart opened his eyes and looked at Dean as he took off his beanie, and he was surprised at how soft and brown his hair actually was. Stewart ran his fingers through it, tugging slightly as he leaned back down and started kissing Dean’s jaw, now freely making whatever sounds he damn well felt like making. The time for shame was definitely not now.

Stewart moved his knee between Dean’s legs, and pulled away and gave Dean a small surprised smile before leaning forward and running his fingers through Dean’s hair, deepening the kiss, and rolling his hips down on the other boy. He let another moan hit the air as he felt his pants tightening, and moved so his hardness could be against Dean’s.

“Oh fuck.” Stewart let out, wanting to laugh but not being able to.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-11 12:18 am UTC (link)

Stewart’s lips and his hands in his hair were amazing. The whole thing was making him want Stewart more, and how much he did indeed want him was massive. Dean wanted to run his hands along Stewart’s body and the fact that his shirt was off it made it easier to run his hands over his chest. He pulled him closer and groaned as Stewart’s lips kissed along his jawline. Dean started to suck on Stewart’s neck wanting to taste him; this was far better than he had ever expected. He honestly didn’t know what to expect.

As he felt Stewart rub up against his as he rolled his hips into him. He groaned feeling Stewart’s hardness against his own. Dean couldn’t wait no he couldn’t. His hands were down to his butt and he pushed his hips up as he gave Stewart’s bum a squeeze. He remained like this a few moments before moving his hand around to the run and started on the button of Stewart’s pants and was about to move to the zipper.

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ackerley
2008-01-11 12:28 am UTC (link)

Stewart let out a groan as he felt Dean’s hand and moved his hand so it was on top of Dean’s. Stewart felt the button of his pants and it was almost like this was the thing that pulled him out of what was happening. It was like before again, and this just… couldn’t happen again. He wouldn’t allow it, because no matter how right it felt kissing Dean, if they couldn’t make this work without going this far this fast things just weren’t meant to work out between them.

“W-wait.” Stewart sat up, his stomach falling, as he looked at Dean and moved his hand so it was holding on to Dean’s, which was still on the top of his pants. Stewart took a few deep breaths with his eyes closed, and then nodded before opening them again. “I… really like you, but I just- can’t, right now…” Stewart’s throat grew dry as he felt his heart pound more. Whatever Dean would say would make or break whatever it was that they had, and just the thought that this could be over before it even began hurt.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-11 12:31 am UTC (link)

Dean felt his stomach drop when Stewart’s hand was on his and he was saying wait. Dean groaned and closed his eyes. Stewart didn’t want him, he didn’t want him and he had fucked this up. “I knew I would fuck this up,” he said heavily and turned his head away from Stewart.

Hearing him say that he liked him caused him to turn back to look at him. “I knew it, I shouldn’t have moved this fast.” He said as he moved his hand away from Stewart’s pants. “It just felt so good and,” he paused and kissed him softly. He didn’t know if it would be the last or what. “I really like you Stewart, and honestly despite how awesome this is I think we should not do this.” He moved his hand to Stewart’s chest and bit his lip. “If I’m going to mess around with you, I want you to be mine. I want you to be my boyfriend before I see anything hidden by those pants. As much as I might want too I can’t.” Dean looked at Stewart and started to blush and bit his lip nervously. “So will you be my boyfriend?”

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ackerley
2008-01-11 12:36 am UTC (link)

Oh wow it hurt when he head Dean talking about fucking things up, because that’s all Stewart was worried about as well. Stewart just shook his head and smiled weakly, and then moved his hand so that he was moving his finger back and forth on Dean’s check. He just wanted to tell Dean he was sorry, that it wasn’t his fault at all. And then when Dean looked back at Stewart, nothing could really prepare him for the heartache that he felt. It was a good sort of heartache though, because he just wanted to kiss Dean and keep on going, but he couldn’t, and just looking at Dean was enough for right now.

The kiss was one of the best things in the world. It was something that was soft, and something that could say so much more than any rough passion filled kiss could. And Stewart just kept eye contact with Dean when he pulled away, and waited for him to finish talking. And when he heard the word boyfriend, he could have had a meltdown. His heart beat faster and he tried to not smile too much, because Dean just made him smile, being with Dean made him happy- a lot happier than he had been in a real long time. And just… Dean asking him this, and him blushing was too much. Stewart leaned forward and kissed Dean again, deeper this time, because they would wait of course, but kissing was kissing, and that was just what he needed right now. When Stewart pulled away, his fingers started twisting a small brown lock of Dean’s hair. He bit his lip and leaned forward so that he was holding on to dean tightly, and then whispered in his ear- “Of course, I’d love to.”, before putting his head in the crook of Dean’s neck.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-11 12:37 am UTC (link)

Dean felt his heart racing as he waited for something anything. He was surprised to get a kiss from Stewart but he wasn’t about to complain. His hands moved up his back and held him close. He closed his eyes waiting for a reply as their lips parted and heard the whisper into his ear. Oh god it was exactly what he wanted to here. “Oh that is good news,” he said as he just held him close not wanting to let him go. “I was worried for a second. I really want you to say yes.” Dean said as he kissed Stewart’s cheek softly. “Just promise me you won’t tell anyone I blushed, I have a reputation to up keep,” he said with a laugh as his fingers started to draw shapes on Stewart’s bare skin.

He didn’t want Stewart to move and even started to hum a bit. Dean actually sang at home but nobody really ever heard it here at Hogwarts. Still humming couldn’t hurt. He paused his humming to say something. “I’m willing to wait to do anything, I’m in no rush.” Dean smiled softly as he went back to humming and just wanting to remain like this nope moving didn’t have to be.

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ackerley
2008-01-11 12:42 am UTC (link)

Stewart smiled against Dean’s skin and then gave his neck another small kiss before readjusting himself and holding on just a bit tighter “Reputations, hmm,” Stewart felt his eyes closing, he just felt safe in Dean’s arms, after a few seconds of silence he nodded. It was understandable, not everyone was as comfortable with telling people everything as Stewart was, and he knew that. And he wanted Dean to feel safe, and not rush him with anything, especially when it came to something that sensitive. “It’s not a problem, I don’t need to tell a soul,” because this is enough… he thought, but held his tongue. This was enough- no need to push it.

Stewart would have stayed there all night if he could have. He’d forgotten all about the kissing and what else they could have done, because just being that close to Dean was comforting, and as intimate as he’d gotten with someone. Because to Stewart there was a big difference between having sex, and being close to someone, and it felt so right being like this with Dean. He just let out a small mummer of appreciation when he heard what Dean said, because it was just so… perfect. Just the fact that Dean, well his boyfriend, felt like that was amazing, and it made him dizzy just thinking about it. They stayed like that for a while, Stewart only moving to run his fingers through Dean’s hair. Before he knew it, it had been quite some time, and even though he didn’t want to, he knew that he had to get back to his dorm. He sighed and pulled away, an apologetic look on his face, and started kissing Dean slowly, while holding his hand. When he pulled away he gave Dean a small smile while biting his lip once more, “I need to get back, I can’t really be out after curfew, our prefects are bloody strict,” He said while sticking his tongue out. He then leaned forward, not kissing Dean, but certainly very close, and just looked at Dean’s eyes for a few second, noticing how when Dean would blink his eyelashes would get in the way.

“So, when’s our next date? I’ll bring the food, because,” Stewart pretended to scoff, “you have no idea how much I can really eat.” He laughed and kissed Dean’s nose once before standing up. He didn’t want to go back to the real world, honestly he didn’t. But getting detention this early in the school year was not on his to do list, but then again having a boyfriend wasn’t either, and that was working out well. Stewart dazed off for a second thinking about the word, boyfriend. It made him smile more than it should.

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thebetterdean
2008-01-11 12:54 am UTC (link)

“Thanks,” Dean said softly as he lay there just humming to himself. Perhaps one day he would since for Stewart, really only time would tell. He didn’t want to move from this position and just loved the entire feeling of having someone this close. Dean had a boyfriend, and he honestly didn’t think this could ever happen. He wasn’t complaining in the least. When Stewart said that he should be going to not be out after curfew he sighed softly. “Yeah I know,” he didn’t want to let him go but he understood why.

“Our next date, hmmm.” He said with a smirk as he sat up to put himself back together putting on his glasses again. Dean looked over at Stewart and smiled, he really was lucky. He leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Well I think I could handle seeing you in a couple days, or sooner.” He scratched his head and started to look for his beanie once more. Pulling it on her started with his shirt and just left it open at the top and shoved his tie in his pocket.

“You know if you see me in the halls and stuff you can hold my hand and if you want kiss me. I sort of don’t care what people think, but it just might take some getting use too. Maybe give it a week or something, or just slowly lead into it.” He was serious about this, he really liked Stewart and wouldn’t mind being open with it. He knew he was gay and had for a while, so why not tell the world right? Some people already knew and what with the rumours and all.

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ackerley
2008-01-11 01:35 am UTC (link)

“Sounds good!” Stewart stretched slightly and then buttoned his shirt up, just leaving his tie hanging around his neck, “I can’t wait till Charms and History of Magic, it’s going to be harder to concentrate now,” Stewart paused and he gathered his things and then smiled, “well I don’t really pay that much attention anyway, but still.” Stewart found himself laughing.

“You’d really want to do that? I don’t want you to think you’d have to,” Stewart laced his fingers though Dean’s and gave him a cautious smile, “I’d really like it though, and just let me know when you’re ready, okay?” He gave dean a small kiss and then grabbed his bag before heading towards the door and letting out a dramatic moan. The last thing he wanted to do was go back to his dormitory to sit and do nothing but think about things. It was easier to live through things than anything else. With a roll of his eyes he opened the door and nodded back at Dean, making sure he was behind him. Once out of the door way it took some adjustment to the dim lighting of the lamps- it had gotten later than he’d thought. Stewart turned around and gave Dean a small smile.

“… Can I kiss you goodnight, or would that be too much?”

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thebetterdean
2008-01-11 01:53 am UTC (link)

“True very true,” he nodded his head as he stood up and looked around. It would be hard to pay attention, especially since he could be thinking of things he would want to do to him. Of course it would have to wait as ravaging your boyfriend in a classroom was no exactly acceptable.

“Don’t worry, I will let you know and you won’t miss it.” Dean said with a wink as he kissed him back sweetly and then took his hand. He smiled as he looked to the door and headed out with Stewart. He heard the question of a good night kiss and stood in front of Stewart. “Nope, it isn’t too much.” Dean wrapped his arms around Stewart and pulled him close kissing him almost passionately and deeply. He had to make it last right? They would have to wait a bit before their lips could touch again. As he broke apart he gave him a couple quick pecks and then kissed his cheek. “I will see you at breakfast okay,” he grinned as he pulled himself away from Stewart.

Turning away he walked back towards the stairs to go to his dorm. He would seriously go and lay down and dream of that boy.

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samlish
2008-01-11 02:48 am UTC (link)

Dinner had been a pain in the ass for Sam, lately all meals was really. All he could do was think of Dean and how he was somewhere snogging that annoying idiot senseless, he so didn't deserve him, he did. If there was someone who did deserve Dean it was him, Sam thought as he looked down on his feet as he was sitting in of the big windows in a empty corridor looking out of the window. It was dark outside now and it was raining, it was making him even more depressed and all he wanted was just to search around the castle until he found them and then hit Stewart out of his and Dean's way and get Dean to go with him instead. It never really got to him that Dean might not just go with him because he punched Stewart out of the way, and that he just maybe had to convince Dean also that there was a good reason to go with him instead. No, he was just used to people being all crazy over him and picking him over anything, so why should he not come with him? His stomach was making a grumping noise, he was hungry but he knew he couldn't get a piece down. He had now for days just been sitting picking in his food, no one had said a word about it of course, because who would tell Samuel Harper to start eating his dinner? He sure knew not even his own mother had ever told him that. He put his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it as he thought about what he should do, he had to fix this. He wanted Dean back, he had to get Dean back, he had never spent this many days in school without his bony ass hanging after him, and his voice just beside him, telling him not to do stuff that was way too crazy and risky, but Sam had not listen many times. But Dean was one of the few that got Sam to at least look up and feel doubt about his crazy actions, no one ever got him to do that, no one but him. He really wasn't sure what he was missing though, was it the sex.. or was it the talking at night when he couldn't sleep and he woke Dean up to talk about absolutely nothing. He really wasn't sure..

As he with a sigh got too tired of sitting there thinking, and not doing a thing, because that was what he hated the most, getting so still that you started to think of things so depressing you felt unhappy for days, that was how it had been ever since his father had died, and a little bit before that too, but now it was even worse. He just hated the lack of control when you got like that, it was like you couldn't get yourself happy once you started to feel down and worried, and he was so not letting himself get down, if he wasn't already down there that was.. Maybe he was, it almost felt like it anyway, but who knew, he thought with a look down as he started to walk down the corridor. Suddenly as he was getting around the corner he was something that got him to at first get all still and cold, and then he in the last time reacted again and pulled back so he could just peek around the corner. It was Dean and that fucking idiot Ackerley, kissing? He could just not walk in on them doing.. doing that! Sam had done so much worse, things that would get most people to blush, but right now he got a bit disgusted and then he felt the jealousy and anger getting bigger in his body, he so wanted to get that guy who had taken his best friend from him and made him this unhappy and miserable. He stood there for a while, just watching quietly, torturing himself with the look and sound of those two. Then when Dean finally left, he was on his way of going after him, and telling him what he thought about this for real this time, and maybe even try to get him back, yes maybe. But then he felt his jealously bubble up inside of him more and more, until he just wanted to show that cocky guy what he was made of and what happened to them who tried to take what was his, and no one else's.

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samlish
2008-01-11 02:48 am UTC (link)

Sam knew Dean was not here anymore, he had heard his steps walking away quickly, so now he knew he could do it, he could actually beat Ackerley up and not get stopped doing it, and not get yelled on while doing it either, as he sure Dean would do if he had been here trying to stop it all. In the next moment Sam was walking out from around his corner and against Stewart, and when he was not far from him at all he got the sleeves up on his arms and screamed loudly. "ACKERLEY, I WARNED YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Then his fist was up and he aimed for his nose with everything he had, until he felt something hard that hurt his hand, and then a cranking sound and warm wet blood rushing over his fist and over his arm a bit, down to the floor. He took a step back and stroked some hair that had fallen into his eyes out of the way, getting blood as he did so over his face and forehead. He looked at him quickly and then he gave him a hard punch in his stomach and very quickly with his left fist, but not so hard because he couldn't get as hard with that one, he punched his eye, feeling how much it hurt and how a few of his knuckles probably was bleeding on their own. But he just didn't care, he just wanted to teach that freaking bastard a lesson, make him hurt too a bit..

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morag
2008-01-11 03:31 am UTC (link)

The one day Morag felt in a somewhat good mood and some stupid prick had to go and ruin it for her. First Finch-Fletchley, throwing insults at her as if she didn't deserve any respect, then Summerby arguing non-stop about the most incredible nonsense she had ever heard (or well, read) in her life. And then there was the fact that she hadn't seen Katherine or Tracey at all as she entered the Great Hall for dinner, and she was left eating her meal by herself. How did a good day turn bad so quickly? Morag had no idea, but she was really looking forward for it to end. After dinner, she went back to the common room to get some work done before heading to bed, but the place was crowded and her room was, too, so her last and best option was obviously the Room of Requirement. Ever since Padma had told her about the place, back in 5th year, Morag had taken it to spend most of her free time there. She liked the solitude, the quietness and the fact that she could get anything she wanted from it. Just thinking about the Room made her feel a bit more relaxed.

As she neared the corridor that led to the Room, Morag heard a commotion and an awfully familiar voice screaming like a madman. She hurried her steps, curious about what was going on and managed to cross the hallway and double the corner in a flash. Her day simply got worse when she witnessed Samuel punching an already doubled over Stewart in the stomach. She had had enough of Harper, really - first fucking around with Dean, now hurting Stewart... what exactly was he playing out? And why in the bloody hell wasn't Stewart fighting back? Morag had her wand out in a moment, carefully aiming it at Samuel's back and firing off the first spell she could think of - a stinging hex. The loud yelp that came from Sam when it hit her satisfied her to no end, but she was far from done. She cast a levicorpus almost instantly and approached the floating boy, chuckling to herself for a job well done. "Not so tough now, are you, Harper?" Morag was enjoying this too much. Perhaps more than she should. With a quick wave of her wand, she made Samuel spin twice in the air before floating still, again. "Merlin, you're pathetic."

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