Forbidden Gryffindor×Slytherin romance
We're hiding from the authorities and it's very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
"What did you do now?" Caspian asked as he caught up with Peter Pevensie who ran by him, almost tackling him on the way.
"I'd rather not tell, don't wanna get you in trouble. Just tryna get away from McGonagal right now."
The voice of the teacher roared through the hall just then. "Mr. Pevensie!"
Peter laughed as Caspian wheezed out a somewhat panicked "Very desperately I see." and ripped open a classroom door that was luckily unlocked. The door banged close behind them and both young men froze for a second, staring wide eyed at each other. Caspian pointed to one of the closets by the door, pulling the older towards it. Peter hissed and retreated his hand. Only now did Caspian notice the heavily bruised knuckles of his friend. "Again?" he sighed and held open the closet door, stepping into it after Peter.
"Sssh!" Caspian said as he closed the door behind them and he tried to listen to the approaching steps. Peter was wriggling around, trying to get somewhat comfortable in the very small available space. The two boys were not only the biggest troublemakers in school(although those were mostly Peter's ideas) but their friendship had also involved into Something month ago when they had fallen asleep on the Gryffindors bed one summer afternoon and woken up cuddling. Like, clinging to each other like octopuses while both being only half dressed, cuddling.
On top of moving Peter also started to ramble about what had happened now. Caspian made quick process and covered the other's mouth with one hand. It only worked for a few seconds though.
"Get your dirty hands off my face, Gryffindor!" Peter squealed and tried to shove the younger away. The space in the wardrobe had not increased and so Caspian quickly held onto Peter's jacket to not fall against the wardrobe door behind him with full force.
"Caspian, you're-" Peter spoke up again. Caspian shushed him.
"Don't shush me, you're standing on my foot!" Peter laughed. Caspian didn't react to Peter's ongoing blabbering, instead tried to listen to the steps on the hallway which were now coming dangerously close. The young Slytherin had not heard it and was starting to protest when Caspian shushed him again. "Caspian, stop-"
He didn't have time to go on as the hands holding his sweater fastened their grip and he was occupied with a pair of lips on his own. Peter tried to surpress a moan, pulling Caspian close. The space in the closet suddenly felt much too big for the two of them but Caspian was already pulling away as the steps faded. Well, they're Something that they had had certainly just evolved into something more. Boyfriends, maybe? They caught each others eyes in the dimly lit space. Peter let his head drop back against the back of the wardrobe.
"Caspian listen, I like you, ok? I like you a lot. But this," Peter pointed between himself and Caspian, "this can't happen. You're a Gryffindor, we're rivals. This is wrong"
"Then how can something so wrong feel so right?" Caspian winked and kissed him again.
"Are we actually dating now?" Peter asked when they pulled back. Caspian shrugged, then nodded, pressed another quick kiss to the others lips and slipped out the room into the hallway.
Because Peter spent most of his free time holed up in detention over the next week, the first time Caspian saw him again was on the weekend when he passed by the hospital wing to pick up something for a friend. Peter was sitting on one of the beds and coughing violently, being fussed over by Madam Pomfrey. "Is it really necessary? It's probably not that bad and that-" he pointed at the vial in Madam Pomfreys hand when the coughing stopped for a moment, "tastes horrible."
Caspian chuckled, leaning against the huge doorway for now to just stare at his boyfriend. The blond's messed up hair was sweaty and he snuffled, rubbing his runny nose with the back of his hand. He didn't seem to notice the younger. The school's matron sighed. "Mr. Pevensie, it's not supposed to taste well, its supposed to help."
She took hold of his hands, looking at his bruised knuckles. Caspian wasn't sure if they were still bruised or again.
When Madam Pomfrey noticed him, she attended to him in a matter of seconds before telling him very clearly to stay away from Peter until she decleared healthy enough to get back to his room.
After he showed up three days in a row at the hospital wing to sit with Peter, Madam Pomfrey banned him from the hospital wing until the end of the week.
As they passed each other on the stairs on Sunday, one of his roommates winked at him. "What pretty lady are you hooking up with?"
Caspian frowned, shaking his head. When he stepped inside the empty room, he noticed immediately what the other young man had meant. A single rose with a letter attached was laying on the bed. The letter simply stated "See you at 7:00. Lake"
Just as sundown rolled around, Caspian settled down beside Peter on one of the big rocks by the lake, tying his long dark brown hair up in a bun. "How'd you get the letter and the rose to my room?"
"I've got someone on the inside." Peter winked. Caspian frowned, then groaned. "You didn't! Please tell me you did not have your little sister put a rose from you on my bed! I thought we were keeping this a secret."
"Don't worry, she won't tell. I'm doing some of her homework for her in exchange." Peter mumbled, leaning heavily against Caspian.
Peter hummed. "Still a bit worn out from being sick I guess."
"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked when he glanced up at his boyfriend. Caspians eyes were unfocused and staring off into the distance. Peter tugged his sleeve and repeated the question before grabbing Caspian's hand to hold.
"This. Us," Caspian said, the words hung heavily in the air. He swallowed. "How is this going to work? The rivalries have become worse over the last couple months. You're right in the middle of it with your fights."
"We're going to be fine." Peter promised.
Caspian gripped his hand tight.
"But I don't want to be fine, not if fine means you're going to let go of my hand, not if it means we're going to go back to being rivals because of our houses."
"It doesn't have to mean that. We can make the first step to stop the everlasting rivalry between our houses."
"Where do we start?" Caspian asked, looking at their clasped hands.
"Right here, Caspian." Peter said, clasping his boyfriend's hand tight and pulling him towards the castle. "Right here."
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