When Headmaster announces that this years’ exchange students will be coming from Koldovstvoretz, Derek is a little concerned, because, you know, SLAVS. It’s not his first rodeo though, so he already has a perfect strategy up his sleeve- locate the leader of the group and keep them busy. If the leader behaves properly, the others will follow.
Derek’s plan derails right from the start.
The leader and the trouble maker turn out to be two completely different people. The unchallenged leader of the group is Lydia Martin, an American student with Koldovstvoretz’ scholarship and tons of attitude (why Koldovstvoretz? Because Ilvermorny’s curriculum is inadequate, Hogwarts is closed for anyone outside of Great Britain, and Koldovstvoretz- well, aside from amazing subjects in Slavic magic, they also have the best ballet teachers in the world, and you can’t beat that, can you?).
The troublemaker, or, as Derek lovingly calls him, that little shit, is one Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski. A hyperactive spaz of a kid, lanky, a bit clumsy, often wearing a ridiculous sweater that his babcia made him. Super smart, and with and unquenchable thirst for mischief.
The first day of school he convinces all of Hogwarts that Koldovstoretz quidditch team’s new logo is a flying bear (it is not).
A week later he almost starts a revolution among the house elves (he just invites them for a picnic because they deserve a break- and they enjoy it so much they demand a new working schedule, to which a headmaster has no choice but to agree).
A day after that he starts teaching students to curse and in a weeks time all Hogwarts is cussing in an unholy mix of Polish and Russian.
Then he gets into a fight with Jackson Wittemore (Stiles sees Jackson bully two students for being mudbloods, and does what every proper Koldovstvoretz student would do – beats the shit out of him. But the best part comes later, when he is in the Headmaster’s office. He simply says that may be, if Hogwarts teachers actually did their job and taught students not to discriminate, he wouldn’t have to fight in the first place. This is the first time Derek sees all of senior faculty staff speechless. It is also the moment Stiles weasels his way into Derek’s heart).
In late September, Hogwarts students have the first chance to see Slavic magic in action. It is extremely powerful, raw, almost uncontrollable- and Stiles excels at it. He comes alive when he wields that powerful energy, casts non-verbal spells, repels curses, he is almost like a hurricane, graceful and lethal, and Derek feels his whole body heat up at the sight of it.
It only gets worse when Derek has to study with the boy alone. Stiles has been failing the history of magic and it is Derek’s duty, as the prefect, to get him up to speed.
Stiles keeps putting stuff into his mouth, licking and biting his lips, staring at Derek with what Derek would totally call bedroom eyes, and even brushing his long fingers over Derek’s hand, as if by accident, and Derek bolts. No matter how much he wants Stiles, he will not be a subject of a joke.
He still dreams of Stiles that night. He dreams of a cabin in the forest with wind and snow scratching on the windows, of a fireplace and furs thrown on the wooden floor, of pale skin, moist lips, teeth biting into his neck and a strong body fucking him until he loses his voice.
Derek keeps his distance from Stiles and Stiles’s mischief suddenly stops. The boy looks melancholic, almost sad, and Derek feels stupid and guilty.
He finally grows a pair and decides to apologize right on the night of the Yale’s ball. Stiles looks dashing- gone are the ugly sweater and his military-style school jacket; he is in his dress uniform, sparkling with silver and gold embroidery. It makes him stand tall, almost regal, and Derek feels a jolt of jealousy at the attention given to Stiles. He drags the boy onto the balcony and tries to apologize, but Stiles is suddenly angry, then he is laughing, and then they are kissing and Derek sort of forgets what he was trying to say.
Derek suggests to make a good use of his bedroom, but they don’t get a chance, because the school comes under attack. The New Death Eaters, sick and twisted followers of Voldemort’s teachings, emerge from the corners of the castle and try picking off mudblood students one by one.
Hunters Moon, they say, laughing.
They totally don’t expect what happens next. The slavs flip them like a bloody synchronized swimmers team, grab all the “targets” and teleport out, to the places unknown. Infuriated, the dark wizards concentrate on teachers, and on Derek and Stiles, who are protecting the last group of first and second-year kids down in the dungeon. The battle is fierce, and Derek is at his best, fighting off five Death Eaters at once, but he still breathes in relief when Stiles teleports them far away from the school.
“Białowieża. We should’ve jumped to my babcia’s house.”
“Your spell didn’t work.”
“Oh, it worked fine- but I think there was an ambush, so it bumped us here. Come on, kids, lets go. Once we cross the forest, we’ll teleport straight to Moscow.”
Derek feels the hair stand up on his neck. The forest is dense, deep and dark, and Derek feels a surge of primordial energy coming from it, threatening to drown him. But he trusts Stiles, and ventures on into the thicket, because Death eaters, black magic, primeval forests or not, he has places to be, an ass to tap and he is not dying tonight.
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