Allo, You From 'Ogwarts?

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Simon hadn't been to Brightstone 'in absolute yonks', as Artemis liked to say. Generally he wandered around once or twice, watching other students pass through the gates with their throngs of friends, and he hadn't seen much point in going when you hadn't a friend close enough to go trundling all about the countryside with. Rather, he usually went to the park with a good book or out towards Hidden Brook with a thermos full of tea. It was still rather lonesome. He tucked his long scarf into the crooks of his arms as he walked, and glanced to the side awkwardly a few times as though there was meant to be someone beside him.

His dark leather boots made a pleasant clopping noise against the cobblestones with every step, and Simon automatically began heading to the forest's edge that surrounded the little village. Through there he would travel to Hidden Brook, and perhaps paddled in the crisp Autumn water. He wasn't expecting to meet anyone but, feeling in a companionable mood, greeted the nest person he saw politely. The second person he saw as he passed seemed to be a lot more interesting, and Simon felt that he recognised him. It was another boy, looking slightly younger than him and certainly a bit shorter. "Allo. You from 'Ogwarts?" he smiled as they happened to be walking along the same path, his gentle English accent curling the letters of his speech. He wasn't usually daring enough to have a chat with a stranger, but he needed just a little something to fill the gaps of loneliness.
 
Rician had hit hooded blue jacket on today as it was so cold.
But it was autumn and only to be expected.
Rician wandered about the outskirts of Brightstone, noticing few others about.
He was contemplating a lot of things in his life, his mind certainly elsewhere when he suddenly heard a boy speaking to him.
Rician turned his head, craning his neck a little to see the boy.
He smiled. "Yeah," he said, his tone strangely nervous and strangled.
Rician knew what he was into. It was awkward that this boy happened to be incredibly handsome.
"Yeahm, I am from Hogwarts.. I take it you're English?" he said, having recognized the accent.
 
Simon noticed the other boy's instant nervous tension, and responded instinctively with a very Gregory-like talent. His smile changed from good-humoured to gentle, and so calming the the very air seemed to change. Inwardly he had no idea what the boy was nervous about but whatever it was he was determined to set it right. "Aye," he responded with his cheeks going pink at a sudden rush of cold. "I'm from Yorkshire, but I transferred here a few years back. But ... " Simon gave the boy a calculating look, trying to remember where he had seen him before. "Are 'ye ... ye're not a Hufflepuff, are 'ye? I know your face."

Simon then blushed, because it made it sound as though he had remembered Rician's face, which he didn't think was an appropriate thing to say after they'd just met properly. "Where are 'ye headed?" he asked hesitantly, knowing that a polite conversation wouldn't stick if they ended up going in two different directions. He couldn't help but feel ever so marginally attracted to the stranger, which for a Blackmoore meant only one thing; blushing.
 
"Y-yes, I am a Hufflepuff." Rician said, a weak smile on his face.
He had felt the change in body language from the other boy and he felt a little more relaxed but still.. He could feel his heart racing..

"Oh.." Rician said, when asked where he was headed. He had simply been wandering. "Er.. I don't know." It was Rician's turn to blush.
He had not been thinking about anything like that, in fact, his mind was blank from his original thoughts and the boy's face was filling it.
Rician shook his head.
"Probably.. Probably just up here." Rician gestured loosely. He wanted to talk to this boy now, intrigued by him.
He found himself thinking those thoughts again.. And mentally he slapped himself.
 
Erk! The other boy had so many funny expressions on his face. Simon wouldn't dare call it cute, or he would have to admit that he was attracted to the boy already. He still didn't deem it ... appropriate. Simon had the worst habit of becoming extremely shy around guys that he was attracted to. Men. Boys. Oh no! he thought, and promptly went beetroot red. Around girls it was easy and natural for him, having grown up with so many sisters, but this Hufflepuff boy was incredibly sweet. Simon didn't have half a word to say when he was this embarrassed. Nevertheless, he never let up the calm demeanor and the continued to talk.

"I was headed up to Hidden Brook, myself. Would 'ye like to join me?" he offered, holding out his hand instinctively, which he put away again with a sheepish look. "I'm Simon." There. Let's just start with introductions, shall we? If he's in the same grade, maybe we've even had a class together. Studying the other boy's face in a bid to remember if he'd seen him before was a good excuse to have a good look at his soft, pale skin.
 
Rician noticed the boy going red but he didn't ask why.
There was a peculiar feeling in the air around the two of them and Rician thought he was the only one who could feel it.
"Oh.. Yes, I'd-.. That'd be.. cool" Rician replied. He had noticed the hand go out and Rician instinctively made to grab it but as the hand was withdrawn, managed to disguise this movement as Rician having an itch on his side.
"I'm Rician." Ric said, smiling at Simon.
He looked up to his face for a moment but in that moment, they had made eye contact and Rician quickly looked to the ground, suddenly interested in a passing ant.
 
Simon shook his head and berated himself inwardly. He hadn't put his hand out to the boy to shake, but to hold. That thought was stupid in himself, but he'd seen Rician's small movement to take his hand in return and now he only felt impolite. "Sorry!" he said jovially, and reached out to take Rician's hand like a English country gentleman should. Don't hold it for too long, don't hold it for too long, he chanted inwardly as he felt Rician's smooth skin on his. Right about ... now. Now. Come on, now. It was too long to be a handshake, and too swiftly dropped to mean anything less than it was. Dammit! he said to himself.

"Well, it's nice to meet 'ye," said Simon doggedly, though he too was looking too interested in that ant. Together they both passed it by and he was forced to look at Rician's face again. He was still wearing that same kind smile but the blush refused to go. Only a minute later they came upon the shaded grove through which ran Hidden Brook, a little pebbled stream that bubbled merrily around them. The grove was deserted. "Ye've been at Hogwarts since year one, 'ave 'ye?" asked Simon, genuinely interested.
 
One moment Rician was feeling awkward about the whole hand-holding thing, the next, they were holding hands but in a handshake sort of way. Simon's hands were somewhat comforting to Rician and only then did he realize the length of the handshake.
When their hands were parted, Rician and Simon continued walking until they came to a babbling brook.
"Yes," Rician replied. Though he was not interested in Hogwarts right now; he could feel that strange rumble deep inside of him, the one that plainly told him he could never just be friends with Simon.
He wanted to say something so badly but.. No, he couldn't do it yet. They were practically strangers.
"I'm.. I'm muggle-born," Rician said, having been unable to think of something to say.
 
Simon thought it was rather daring of Rician to come out with such a fact so soon. He admired this greatly. Perhaps Ric wasn't ashamed of his blood like many of his kind learned to be, or hadn't come across any cruelty from an insensitive student. If it was the latter, then Simon was well pleased with the explanation. He didn't dare think that it might be because he was having some sort of effect on Rician. An instantaneous trust. After all, that was exactly how Simon felt about him. Ric reminded him ever so slightly of his older brother Gregory in terms of temperament, but of course the feelings were very different.

Did he even like boys? Bollocks, said Simon to himself. He probably think you're a daftie for holding his hand like that. No wonder he's looking so nervous. Control yourself! he told himself sternly. Yet he could not help the sinking feeling of crushed hopes.

"Really? I'm mixed blood, myself." said Simon conversationally. "I would be pure, but-" he reached up and touched his ever-so-slightly pointed ears. "Got a bit of goblin blood, see. I'm a throw-back". Which explained his height. With gentle ease he guided them over to a seat near the water's edge. "Sorry, I forgot to ask. I'm sixteen. How old are 'ye?". It's only nice to ask, he thought. Simon swallowed his feelings of interest. Any more interested and he'd be snogging him.
 
Rician took in everything Simon said as though his life depended on it.
He was still looking at Simon, those feelings rumbling, growling to be set free.
"Wow, goblin blood," Rician said with a smile, his face alight with interest, "This world never fails to amaze me."
He realized he was staring at Simon and dropped his gaze.
"I'm fifteen- just turned." Rician replied in a friendly manner.
He wanted to tell Simon what he was and to ask if Simon was.. well, Ric could never do that, surely? He hadn't been a Gryffindor due to how shy he was.

His eyes fell to his watch and his heart sunk a little: He had so much homework to do and so little time.. He wanted this time with Simon but.. Rician gave a heavy sigh.
"It's lovely here," he said, looking about the place.. And yet his eyes immediately found Simon as he said this.
"I'd stay here all day with you if I didn't have so much homework to do." As he said this, Ric realized how obvious it may seem to Simon and cringed a little.
 
"Oh, 'ye ought to see my sister, if 'ye want to see a goblin," smiled Simon as he thought fondly of Artemis. "She's three feet high and the sweetest little gumdrop 'ye ever saw." But by the look on Rician's face, the last thing he wanted to hear about was some random boy's little sister who happened to have pointed ears. In fact, he wondered just whether or not Rician seemed to be looking at him. Can't be, he told himself. That's absurd. Nevertheless, he was slightly flattered and managed to blush even brighter. The pink colour on his cheeks was glorious, setting off the colour in his strawberry hair and green eyes.

Ahh, see. thought Simon as it appeared that the Hufflepuff boy was making an excuse to leave. He was terribly confused by the reluctance in his eyes, and even more confused by Rician's embarrassment. Does he ... does he swing that way, or doesn't he? Simon just couldn't ask. But he had to. It was doing his head in. Rician was fifteen, too; just the right age. Simon, however, was a little more daring and decided to wing it.
"I don't mean to pry, but ... 'ye don't happen to be bisexual or gay?". What on earth have you done! "Feel free to sock me in the jaw. It's not that 'ye look it," Well. That was pushing the truth. "I couldn't help but ask, since..." Since I've been staring at you the moment I met you? his mind suggested. "I guess it's just one-of-those-questions". Simon. Just stop.
 
Rician gave a light chuckle as Simon mentioned his sister but he wasn't really interested in her. He was interested in Simon.
Ric was just thinking how to steer the conversation in a way to subtly ask Simon the thing he wondered..
But then BAM! Simon had beaten him to it.
Rician automatically took a defensive stance; he found it difficult telling anyone but.. Was it really that obvious?
He tried to relax again. "I.." He couldn't look at Simon. He'd been found out.
"Yes.. I am gay.. Sorry.." Ric was pale and shaking a little; he liked Simon. He really liked this boy. But he didn't want to be hated because of how he felt about Simon.. He couldn't help it..
"I-I'll leave if you want me to."
 
"Oh, thank goodness," blurted out Simon automatically.

There was a long silence.

"Er, that is to say ... well, I'm bi..." said Simon. He meant to say bisexual, but couldn't quite force it out now that he applied it to himself. He had only just began his hurried explanation when Rician suggested leaving. There was an explosion of panic inside him, and he choked for a moment on his words. "No, I'm actually!-" Well. What was he going to say? "Well. I'm actually happy. I thought that 'ye might have been uncomfortable with how I was acting. Woah, um. I hope I didn't mess it up?" he suggested sheepishly, looking so embarrassed and forlorn than one just had to take pity on him.

Now this was true daring on Simon's part. "Is it alright if I...?" Simon's boy-handling-brain stuttered and died. He was now left with girl-charming-suavity, which he exploited; it was all he had left to say it with. "I'd hope that 'ye might oblige me a kiss." If he hadn't been waiting desperately for an answer, he would have passed out.
 
Rician felt a sudden relief but a new tension; So they both liked each other? Now what?
But at the suggestion of a kiss, Rician found his heart fluttering.
Truth was; he'd never kissed anyone before, male or female. It was truly terrifying.
Be a Gryffindor, Rician thought to himself, Go for it or you may never get another chance..

Ric's hand moved round the back of Simon's head, playing with his hair as he leant in, the other hand on the side of his face, placing his lips on Simon's.
And he kissed him. Properly. Full on the lips.
It was something he'd always wanted to try, something he'd needed to do for some time now.
Ric could only hope he was doing everything right but it seemed so.. Natural.
 
Simon couldn't help it; he deepened the kiss the moment their lips touched. Rician surprised him moment after moment with strange flashes of courage that made his heart lift to see. He almost had a heart attack when Rician leaned forward, and promptly melted when he felt his fingers in his hair. Then natural dominance kicked in, and Simon moved forward to bring Ric towards him by the waist. His other hand was busy burying themselves in Rician's white blonde bangs that wound themselves around Simon's soft curls. They were so close that he was sure that his partner could feel his heart thumping like a jackrabbit.

Now Simon's other hand touched Rician's shoulder, and it jolted him out of their spontaneous and rather passionate lip wrestling. He was breathing heavily and so close that each breath of Rician's fell onto him too, much welcome. He wanted more of this boy, but only allowed himself a few more tingling kisses to Ric's lips, cheek and forehead before finally relenting.
"Hell," he said, voice wavering with residue passion and gentleness. "Promise me ye'll kiss me like that again."
 
Rician had never kissed anyone before and it had felt fantastic for a first time.
"Heh," Rician half laughed, breathlessly, "I'll do my best, Tiger."
He let out a light laugh, giving Simon a small wink.
He eventually sat back, catching his breath.
"Do you do that to every boy you meet?" Ric asked, a little jokingly.
He wanted to be Simon's one and only. He wanted it to just be them forever.
 
Rician surprised him again, nicknaming him Tiger and making him blush. The trickster in Simon had not yet made its appearance, and the playfulness in Ric's voice made it yawn, stretch its legs and have a look out the window. "Tiger, am I? Better 'ope I don't catch 'ye again, then." he grinned devilishly, a look that seemed to suit him somehow. Laughter lines at the corner of his eyes lit up where they hadn't been visible before. No other person had made him so open, so early, before. Rician was driving him crazy.

He became slightly more serious when he was asked the second question, and he earnestly wanted to prove his loyalty. "Actually, no. In all honesty I've only ever gone for girls. The possibility of a guy was always there, but 'ye..." he paused, running his finger down the length of a blonde bang. "Ye're different." Damn it, he was looking at Simon again. That look made him want to kiss the breath out of him again, and Simon had to think of the foulest things he could in order to restrain himself. Pond-slime. Festy bag-ladies. Fat old businessmen. Annoying students. Annoyingly good-looking students. Incredibly good-looking students. Rician. Crap! Simon went pink again. He let out a long breath. "Man, 'ye drive me crazy," he said in wonder, voicing his previous thoughts.
 
"Yes, you are a tiger and I shall have to get you a leash." he grinned flirtatiously.
He felt so free and so safe around Simon. It was odd but pleasant and Ric welcomed it.
Rician drew his index finger down Simon's side, seeing how skinny he was. He was being very gentle, not wanting to hurt him.
"I drive you crazy?" Rician asked, eyebrows raised.
"How do you think I feel? You being all.. all.. sexy like that." Ric blushed, wishing he hadn't said it but it was true.
Rician was over the moon, never so happy.

A strange buzzing noise echoed from Rician's wrist and he looked down at it; His watch was telling him how late it was, how much homework he had, how he had spent a large amount of time with Simon when he'd promised to meet a group of Hufflepuffs at the Three Broomsticks.
What would he tell them? 'Sorry I didn't turn up but I was busy snogging a stranger who happens to be the love of my life.'? Somehow, Rician didn't think that'd work.
And were they in a relationship- he and Simon? or had it just been a kiss and meant nothing more?
So many questions.. The watch buzzed loudly.
 
Simon purred in response to Rician's comment on leashes, which entertained him more than it should have. He almost fell over when Ric reached out to touch him, and such a shudder ran through him that his shoulder shook slightly. In fact, it was very obvious exactly what effects Rician was having on him, with his flushed cheeks and constant tremour of his touch. He did not abandon his game of light teasing though, and he gave Ric a wicked smile.
"If I am sexy, then 'ye must the god of beauty himself, and I can only bow to such a deity."
Simon did bow, but only to sneak in a deep kiss to Rician's neck. Perhaps it was too forward of him or perhaps it was just what they needed; all he knew was that it felt right to be close to this boy.

He was distracted from his playful ministrations when a demanding buzz cut through their play. His pointed ear twitched, and Simon looked directly at the source first time. "Have an appointment to keep?" he asked, mischief sparking the end of his sentence but a hint of worry creeping out to meet it. Worry that he had held Rician up for something important and worry that if he let him go, there'd never be a second chance. With a tender hand he cupped the Huffelpuff's cheek, his green eyes growing pleading. "Let me see 'ye again,"

(( "Held Rician up for something important" ... that's what he said. ))
 
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