Giddy

Gideon Prewett

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Find Dorcas sounded like an easy task. Fabian had grabbed some biscuits and shoved them into his messenger bag. Deciding last minute that the meat surprise wouldn’t make the journey - no way to conserve whatever the mystery was. He had followed his twin dutifully often staying at the same pace so they walked side by side. 

He turned away and blinked rapidly to regain his eyesight back from the light. “Bloody hell. Yeah! You see us every single day.”  Fabian said in agreement, but instead of going to the table he moved to stand with his arms crossed. 

“Why weren’t you at dinner?” The words said exactly the same time as Gideon had inquired, except his tone was slightly different. Fabian assumed it was because Gideon & Dorcas were closer. “What were you thinking? Food is important.” He added.

“If we give you a heart attack hate to think what a butterfly would do.” Fabian chuckled at his own joke and gestured between himself and his brother. “Get it? We’re majestic like butterflies. Here this is so you don’t pass away due to malnutrition.” Whistling slightly he wrestled out the biscuits he had commandeered from the Great hall, and handed them out to her. 

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Dorcas could have screamed, but she settled for rolling her eyes as Gideon and Fabian moved closer, eyes immediately trailing back to her work as her heart calmed down from its hammering, since there was clearly no threat to her person. Well, there still could be, she had no idea, but she chose to trust that they wouldn’t brutally murder her on school property.

As she pulled her plant closer to her again, she glanced from Gid to Fab, an eyebrow lifting when they spoke in unison, head shaking slightly before she let out a scoff. “I wasn’t at dinner because I was working, and I wasn’t hungry.” A quick glance toward Gideon, and she looked away again, head ducking to hide the way heat crawled up her neck into her cheeks. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, after all.

She just had work to do.

Her eyes trailed to the biscuits for a moment before she waved them off. “I’m fine, Fabian. Thank you, but I’m not hungry. Did you two literally just come out here to check up on me?” 

Gideon chuckled, glancing to his twin as they repeated each other in unison. He let his twin take over his half of the conversation, easily taking the back seat in the shadow. Something about butterflies? 

Gideon made a face at the joke, not finding it the least bit funny, and not sure he’d gotten it even. Oh Fab-ie, what a nutter. 

“Hmm.” he nodded and gave a shrug to her lame excuse, not exactly buying it. He noticed her avoiding her eyes and stared at his hands in his lap. So it was because of that. He felt like disappearing. He was so thankful Fabian was here. 

“Course we did, whaddya think?” He shrugged, giving her a half glance. He wished things would return to normal between them. She was his best mate. He also wished he was like Fabian, and could talk and carry on like it was nothing.

“Wanna go pick moon buds in the Forbidden Forest?” he offered. It was a peace offering. He’d always suspected that the glowing flowers made Dorcas happy.

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“Fuck, come on…” Dorcas often mumbled to herself when she worked late in the greenhouses, and honestly, it was a wonder that no one had caught her yet, figured out just how much of a loon she actually was. She had completely lost track of time, knowing that she had wandered out sometime before dinner, but when she glanced up, the sun had disappeared from the sky, leaving it a weird inky color of almost night, though a bit of pink and purple told her that it wasn’t too late. Probably the middle of dinner time, if she had to guess.

Her stomach growled at her, reminding her that, hey stupid, food is important and she should probably call it a night and head inside, but she was stubborn and was already elbow deep in the soil, trying to figure out exactly how to bring this plant back from the brink of death. After all, it was the only one left in the greenhouses, and if she let it die, it wasn’t like she could just grow another one.

The next time she looked up, it was a little darker, and she realized that she wasn’t alone in the greenhouse, but the two figures were in the shadows and her heart immediately started hammering in her chest as she scrambled for her wand, pointing it at the intruders to her peace. 

“Lumos.” 

She muttered the spell and squinted, trying to get a clearer picture of the situation even as she scooted back a bit. The flash of red gave it away. “F-fuck, are you two trying to give me a bloody heart attack?!” 

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Gideon was blinded by the bright light, shining in their direction. He covered his eyes and made a scoffing noise.

“Put that down,” he called over. “Sorry!” he added with a laugh. “Not sure how we could have scared you. You literally see us every single day,” he teased. 

He crossed the greenhouse to the table she was working at. He pushed the pots of plants out of the way, before hoisting himself up to sit on top of the table. He watched her and dangled his legs. 

“Why weren’t you at dinner...” He asked curiously. They always sat together, or else Gideon ate alone... or with his siblings. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind he anxiously wondered if this was a result from their fight a while back. They must be over it by now. He couldn’t help but think about her confession. 

He shoved the thoughts far back into his mind for another time. 

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Fabian was more furious than earlier before he found his twin, but he had time to calm down to emit just the right amount of being irritated. By now he waited for it to come back around for Gideon, because Merlin knows he knew he couldn’t concentrate on an empty stomach and neither could his twin. That’s one of the reasons this whole tradition started before their mom met her end.  One of his hand rises to his hip and he leans his weight against it. Foot tapping on the pavement with subdued anxiety.

“You’re such a wanker, but you’re welcome.” He couldn’t help but to laugh even though it was a serious matter at hand. “Yes, a ring. Fuck if I know. We need to go talk to Arthur together. Molly says apparently, they’ve been a secret? I don’t like the bloody idea of Molly being a secret anything.” He could feel his frustration start to build up, but he was sure Gideon already caught on to how he felt about the ordeal.

“Aye, Molly is still like ten.” Fabian grumbled, even though he couldn’t really talk much shit about betrothals since he was in one. “I want to kick his bloody arse up the Ravenclaw tower. Where is the common decency of asking us first?”

Gideon grinned back with a full mouth, content with the new status of his stomach. 

“In secret?” Gideon’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What, a Prewett’s not good ‘nuff for ‘em?” He chewed slowly while he thought about it, taking another bite to finish one of the muffins off. Why was it necessary to date in secret?

He could sense his twin’s heightened emotions. It was contagious. Fabian could convince Gideon to cut off his left arm and eat it, if he chose to. They knew each other so well that emotions were no different. If Fabian was mad about something, it was more than likely that Gideon would be as well. All of this happened intuitively of course, and Gideon didn’t even realize it was happening. 

“Well thats not the point mate...” Gideon reminded his passionate twin. He tended to fill the self-declared role of ‘rational’ between them.

“It’s like this: They aren’t babies any more. Going round in secret, kissing behind fucking statues. Grow up. If you’re planning on getting married, you’re not even mature enough to have a proper relationship?” He scoffed a judgemental laugh. It was just because it was Molly. He was admittedly hard on her. 

“Was the ring actually to get married?” he pressed Fabian for more information. His Ravenclaw senses reminded him that he was hearing all this second-hand. Things were often lost in translation. 

“Bet you its cuz they’re shagging,” he used his other muffin to point, before biting the top off. 

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When Gideon flinched away from her, it was a tiny stab in her stomach and she quickly took a step back, lifting her hands in surrender. She probably should have warned him, she realized, that she was there, but honestly, that had been… hard to take. She almost wanted to be upset again, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to be, instead just feeling… bad.

And then he spoke again and his tone was still harsh and she flinched away from it, turning and slipping back into the seat she’d been at when he’d come in, reaching for her plant to pull it close to her like it was a teddy bear that she could hold to make the bad things go away. “Fine, you’re not crying.”

She kept her own voice soft, tone even and level, trying to keep the tension out of it. This definitely felt like the end of a friendship and that… well it hurt. It was like a punch to the gut, rough and painful. She shook her head a bit, bit her lip and glanced toward him.

“Corner. In the corner, there’s a bin there.” She motioned toward it awkwardly, eyes moving toward the bin itself instead of looking at him, she couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

Gideon knew things were getting more and more fucked between them. He debated all the things he could say, before a sudden gag overtook him. 

He walked to where she’d pointed, turning into a run just in time to make it. He doubled over and threw up.

 Minutes ticked and he managed a good couple of gags before assuming he was done. 

He stared down at the bucket, spitting a couple times before finally wiping his mouth. The intense emotions were broken from the strangeness of being sick, that it felt like it happened hours ago. All seemed just a little silly.

He chuckled and straightened up slowly. 

“Well thats not pretty...” He smirked, glancing over to Dorcas. He felt like the mood had gotten lighter but maybe that was just him.

“You wanna see?” He called over, somewhat amused by what he’d just created.

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The silence that fell over the room felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, felt like it was choking her, felt like she was going to die where she stood. She couldn’t lift her eyes from where they seemed glued to the floor, but the tell-tale signs that he was actually leaving weren’t there. She didn’t hear footsteps or slamming doors or anything that might have signaled that he was leaving, walking away and closing the door to that friendship forever. 

Instead it was silent, completely silent. It was so silent that she could hear her own breathing. It was so silent that she could hear the ringing in her ears. It was so silent that she wondered if she had turned off the sound of the world somehow. 

When she finally looked up again, Gideon was there, standing there glaring at the wall and if she twisted just enough, she could see his eyes going red and– and that struck her. She had made him cry. Fuck. That was her fault, it was all her fault. She was a terrible friend and this was all her fault and before she could stop herself, she had reached out and held his arm. “I– I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please–”

She bit her lip, looking down again. “I didn’t mean— I didn’t want– I didn’t mean to be a bad friend. I shouldn’t have even been mad in the first place, okay? You’re… You didn’t do anything and it was all on me and… I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”

Gideon flinched away from her hand, more so because he just hadn’t been expecting it. 

He couldn’t bare her carrying on, and the guilt and shame turned his stomach again. His arms squeezed harder and the window pane started to get blurry. 

This was what he’d done. His drinking had led him here. Now he couldn’t even look at his best friend. How fucked up was that?

Her apology got more intense and sincere, and he felt even worse. None of this was her fault. Its not her fault I’m a fucked up virgin. Its not her fault I’m a useless piece of shit. Its not her fault I can’t deal with things that everyone else seem to be able to. 

Gideon hurriedly wiped his eyes silently with his sleeve. 

“I’m not crying.” he said in a tone a lot harsher than he’d meant it. “Your fucking plants’ pollen’s in the air, got in my eyes..” he muttered lamely, dropping his arms. 

He felt like he was going to be sick. He wished he had his broom, then he could just fly away. 

Dorcas had just confessed having feelings for him and he couldn’t do anything but cry about it. This was all so lame and he’d fucked it up. He’d ruin the one best friend he’d ever had (outside family).

“Think I’m gunna be sick,” he said suddenly, looking around for an empty pot.

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“Yeah, I’m a piece of work, huh Gideon?” Instinct had her reaching out to check on the plant that had been slammed down, because if there was one thing that she would not allow, it was harm coming to her plants. He was being cold and closing off now and Dorcas knew that it was all her fault, but she was still being too stubborn. Even so, that voice in the back of her head had flared up again.

Good job, Doe. Now he doesn’t even want to be your friend, let alone anything else.

She shook her head, bitter, it wasn’t as if she wanted something else. Liar. But she ignored that pressing and finally stood up, watching his retreating form as he walked away. It would be easy to let him walk away, and let all of this blow over. Instead, she took a few steps toward him before moving quickly, moving around to stand in front of him and glare up at him. Without much thought, her hands came up, balled into fists, and slammed against his chest. “You want to know why I’m so upset, Gid? Because I sat up with you and looked you in the eye and you looked back and there was something there, and then you laughed in my face when I said that you should give a shit about the people you shag, and now you’re upset because you think we shagged and that hurts my feelings because guess what? I HAVE FEELINGS. And of course I put you to bed last night because I care about you, you god damned idiot, and I wasn’t going to just leave you there.”

She paused, sucking in a breath and dropping her hands, biting her lip and looking at the floor before moving to step out of his way. “If you’re leaving, just–” She swallowed, blinking a few times and refusing to look up. “Just go.”

Someone could have slapped him upside the head; The knight bus could have run him over; The entire Chudley Cannons could have come to Hogwarts to give out autographs; Gideon stood dumbstruck. 

His body froze under hers while she beat his chest with fists. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to. He continued to tremble, only this time it was for a very different reason. 

She has feelings? Like what kind of feelings? He didn’t know what to say. Some how he guessed that asking her what kind of feelings would make her more angry. 

It was genuine shock that was the frozen expression on his face. 

“I, uh.” His lips parted not sure what he wanted to continue with, he was having too many overwhelming thoughts about what had just happened. But he made no effort to move. 

“I don’t know why I laughed last night, but it was probably just because I’ve given up.” he said quietly with a shrug. Their previous conversations about sex were usually only focused on frustration, not the accompanying embarrassment and self-loathing that he felt as a result. It was hard to be the only virgin in the room–– least thats what it felt like. 

Gideon and Fabian were competitive about most things at the best of times. He was embarrassed to have never been touched by a girl. To never have experienced being inside one, or even seen a real girl fully naked before. It was easy to shrug off and laugh about just to save face, but it really bugged him. 

More than that, he’d just come to accept that it was never going to happen. He hated himself too much for anyone to find him the least bit appealing, to want to hook up with. 

“I thought we shagged. And I thought I’d missed it.” he said, glaring at the window pane in the opposite direction to her. The shame turned his gut and his ears started to burn, a telling sign. He knew what was coming next, but he wasn’t going to let it. 

He folded his arms and squeezed them so tight they hurt. He couldn’t look in any other direction for fear that he’d start to cry. His breathing was growing shallow and he could feel himself start to sweat. Gideon forced himself to think about the time Molly had broken his broom. He’d been so angry it was sure to stop the tears. 

He didn’t understand why it made him so upset, but he also couldn’t afford to think about that right now. 

Instead Gideon continued to glare at the window, his ears and eyes getting redder than his hair. He knew that if he opened his mouth again he wouldn’t be able to stop the tears.

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Dorcas knew the moment she felt a twist in her gut that she wanted to backtrack, because the look on his face, like she had hauled back and actually slapped him across the face, that made her feel guilty, and on top of the pointless anger and upset that she was already feeling, it was not pleasant. A sharp sigh left her through her nose as she started to reach out, to rest a hand on his arm as an olive branch, but it dropped again quickly, some small part of her remembering how it felt to touch bare skin as she had gotten him to bed and that just caused her face to flush and her feet shift.

“Congrats. You had a sex dream like every other teenage boy probably does at some point.” The sarcasm slipped out before she could stop it, and she bit her lip as she turned away again, taking one of the plants she’d been working on and getting back to her search for the roots to repot it. 

“God, Gideon, I get it. You had a realistic sex dream and it made you uncomfortable because it was about me. You can stop harping on it. Girls don’t exactly like hearing that you’re upset about an unsatisfying sex dream about them.” That wasn’t what he had said at all, and she was simply twisting his words because she was angry, but she couldn’t quite help herself. It was just…. easy when she was mad to hear everything as a slight against her.

After a moment, she sighed again and shook her head. “No. You didn’t hurt me. Hurt my feelings, maybe, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it.” 

Her tongue was sharp and it kept cutting him up the more she talked. He slammed the pot down and froze beside her, pushing the anger down that was welling up inside him. Why was she being such a cunt?

He gritted his teeth, but his face looked hurt. 

“You’re a real piece of work Dorcas, you know that. Fuck you.” he said flatly. Gideon crossed his arms and stared at the array of plants on the table in front of them. 

The silence lingered between them and he nearly flinched when she broke it again. He squeezed his arms across his chest a little tighter. 

So he hadn’t hurt her then–– at least not physically. So then what was she so bloody miffed about. 

“Well. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” His voice was cold and distant, in his Prewett way. And he refused to look at her. That being said, it was still sincere. 

So many insults welled up inside him and tempted his tongue. He could lash out, he could yell, or let himself get angry at her. Instead he stood trembling, before finally turning to walk away. 

He got about half way through the greenhouse, before he stopped. He couldn’t just leave it like it was. She was still mad at him, but she insisted on being petty about it. 

“Thanks for putting me to bed last night.” He said coldly, turning over his shoulder to look at her. He hoped she stopped him, but knowing Dorcas, it probably wasn’t going to happen. That made him incredibly sad.

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“You don’t have to justify your problem to me, Gideon. I’m not your conscious or your family.” That definitely came out a bit harsher than Dorcas ever intended it to, but it was too late to take the words back now, and she wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to in the first place. He could call it whatever he wanted, but Dorcas wasn’t stupid enough to believe that there wasn’t some problem there. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have her own vices, but she kept those far more under wraps than she was willing to admit, and she did her best to stay away from anyone who might pick up on any signs of them.

Work kept her steady, kept her anger in check, because she couldn’t be angry with the plants. They would sense it and it could lead to them slowly wilting. She wasn’t willing to let that happen, wasn’t willing to put something as precious as her plants in danger.

Not even when her friendship very well could be in danger.

There was a moment where irritation flashed across her face when Gideon turned her away from her work, but she quickly tried to squash it, smooth her face out into a neutral expression. But as he continued to speak, she felt the irritation flaring and a soft ‘tsk’ left her mouth as she made a point of putting a few steps between them. “God, Gideon, is the mere thought that you might have slept with me so disgusting to you that you’re panicking about it?” Her eyes rolled and she looked away again, her own cheeks heating up, embarrassed and upset.

“No, we didn’t sleep together. You can chill out now. You just rambled like you always do and then presumably passed out. I got you to bed and then left.” 

Her comment about his drinking took him off guard, and it was clear by his face that it hurt him. It wasn’t so much how she said it, but what it implied: that she didn’t care. Not that he wanted her worrying about him, that would be weird. They were just mates...

“Disgusting? What?! Fuck, no!” He exclaimed, looking more confused then ever. He shook his head, not sure why or how they got to the state they were in. He still didn’t understand why she was mad at him, for merlin’s sake!

“How could you say that Doe?” He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head. Was she crazy?

“Are you a patient at St. Mungo’s? Disgusting?” He repeated. Dorcas was far from disgusting. Gideon respected her so much–– she was his best mate! 

“I’m freaking out because I didn’t remember,” he explained. “I didn’t want my first time to be some drunk night, that I couldn’t even remember, and...” he trailed off, growing redder than his hair now, if that was possible.

He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. 

“We’re best mates.... Well, you’re my only mate,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the air. He didn’t think about Dorcas as anything other than his best friend because she hadn’t given him any idea that she wanted him to.. or that she thought of him as something different. 

“I just thought we might have shagged, I don’t usually have dreams like that, well I used to obviously when I was young, but like thats different. And not like that that..” What in Hogwarts was he even saying? He hated this. Someone being angry at him always brought out weird rambling.

“It just seemed like it might have happened.” He bit his lip. Don’t say anything else you twat. Just keep your gob shut. 

He grabbed one of the plants and pulled off some of the dead leaves to prune it. How did they get to this place?

“Did I do something to hurt you?” he asked quietly, paying too much attention to the plant so he could avoid her eyes. Had he hit her or something? It was as though his worst fears were out.

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“I heard you.” Was her simple answer as she forced herself to focus solely on her work, on twisting her hands into the soil and finding roots so that she could gently pry the little plant out of it’s pot and get it into a bigger one. She was trying to avoid this entire conversation, because she knew for a fact that if she simply ignored it, then things would go back to normal in a few days. She could handle a few days of feeling awkward and uncomfortable around her best friend in order to avoid having to face the feelings that she still didn’t really understand.

But it seemed that Gideon was determined to have this conversation and Dorcas was just going to have to face that. But that didn’t mean she had to look at him or entertain the idea of letting her emotions get the better of her. She and Gid had fought plenty before, but this was different, this felt… personal, and Dorcas didn’t understand why.

Jealousy.

That stupid voice in the back of her head decided to put in it’s two cents and she grimaced a bit as a thorn on the plant caught her finger and she jerked back, sticking the finger in her mouth to catch a bead of blood before it could contaminate the work area. 

“These plants are too big for their pots, so I’m putting them in new ones.” She offered a bit of a shrug, but still didn’t look up from her work as she got back to it, focusing solely on the plants to keep her feelings in check. “That’s not what you want, though. You got drunk and I put you to bed. In case you’re worried about it, I didn’t tell anyone that you got drunk.” She paused, and finally glanced at him for a split second before looking away again. “Anything else you want to know?”

Gideon stood beside her and watched her hands work with the plants. Panic flashed in him; She was definitely mad. He desperately tried to search his brain to remember what he’d done. It was his worst nightmare come true –– doing something horrible when drunk, and not being able to remember it.

“Oh..” He watched her suck on the finger, and his own hand instinctively pulled it away from her mouth so he could look at it. He touched the prick gently with his finger.

It was a split second before she was back to her work. And Gideon’s gaze returned to stare at her hands. 

“Oh, I...” He was a bit taken back from her comment, and the inner panic boiled in him for a second time. Only now for a very different reason. He didn’t have a problem. He just liked to drink. Lie, he hated drinking. Well he just liked how it made him feel. Another lie, he hated the wooziness and forgetting. 

“It was just to take the edge off.” he jumped in. “Not a big deal,” he tried to downplay its significance and cover the anxiety in his voice. “But thanks, Doe...” He trailed off quietly.

The silence filled the greenhouse with her question left floating in the air between them. There was something else. Something very much on his mind that was worrying him. 

"Did something else happen last night?” He stuck his hands out to stop hers from working, pulling her arm so her body would turn between them. 

“Are you mad about me getting drunk, or did I do something, or...?” He looked at her desperately. He hated when people got mad at him, it was his biggest weakness. 

“Did we...” he trailed off, his cheeks growing the same colour as his hair. “I remember us doing stuff and I woke up naked, but you were gone and I just thought maybe we’d like... but it could have been a dream and now I don’t know, so can you just please talk to me Dorcas?!” 

Gideon didn’t usually get mad or yell, he never really saw the point. Usually he was able to inflict more damage with a well-worded argument than a loud yell. But he was frustrated and he didn’t know why she was mad, that paired with anxiety about the drinking. 

He sighed, “Did we sleep together?” He asked finally, looking very distressed and flushed. 

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Dorcas had spent most of her day halfway paying attention in class, and halfway drunk from whatever had been in that half bottle she had nabbed from Gideon’s room before leaving the day before. It wasn’t like her, not really. She wasn’t one to ignore professors and barely take notes, halfway slouching at her desk and stewing in her own feelings. And that was most of the problem, anyway. Her feelings. They were hurt, and she couldn’t figure out why.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to Gideon going on about wanting to get laid or date. It was just… Well, Dorcas had to remind herself that Gideon had been drunk the night before and probably didn’t actually mean what he’d said, but then she had to remember that she had thought there had been… moments? It was stupid, and she was reading far too much into something that just wasn’t there. The moment’s weren’t there, and she was just stupid for thinking anything in the first place.

Besides, why would she want there to be a moment with Gideon. It wasn’t as if she felt anything beyond friendship for him in the first place, right?

Right. Definitely. Absolutely. That was it. 

Never-the-less, she was upset and it was irrational, but she was upset and she did what she always did when she was upset. She went to the greenhouse to tend to her plants. It was quiet and her own space, and as she was carefully repotting a bunch of plants, she was humming softly to herself, and even managed to smile a little. Things were going to be fine.

Until the door opened and she turned around, and the smile fell away as she spotted Gideon there. The hurt feelings were back in a flash so quick that she was pretty sure she could actually feel her heart trying to jump out of her chest and onto the table in front of her. She looked away quickly, back to her work, and bit her lip for a moment before, without her permission, words slipped free from her mouth. “What do you want?” At least, she reckoned, her voice came out flat instead of angry.

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Gideon never missed class. Even on his worst days, he was always there, even just to occupy a seat. School made him feel better. It was an easy distraction and learning about things had a way of renewing his confidence when he was at a low. 

Today it had none of those effects. He practically slept through first period, barely able to keep his eyes open or the vomit down. Second was better, but he was aware that Dorcas was also in that one. His leg bounced anxiously while he stared at the back of his head and flicked his quill back and forth. 

By the time it was mid-afternoon, he knew he needed to talk to her. The events of last night were foggy. He only had a couple things that he knew for certain: 

One, he could remember Dorcas. Two, he woke up naked. And three, he knew that she knew, he was drunk. 

Being best friends with Dorcas, he was aware of her sometimes prickly moods–– but this felt different. He sensed she was miffed at him. 

He didn’t have to ask around, and was pretty sure he could find his friend in the greenhouse. 

He tried to enter without making a sound, but she was already on him. Yup. Mad. 

“I called your name in the hallways... you just kept walking, must notta heard me..” he explained, walking over and trying to ignore the unexplained anxiety in his stomach. Or maybe that was just the booze. 

His mind however was racing. She knew he was drinking. She must know how much and how often. Would she tell Fabian? Or worse, his dad and Molly? 

Or had something happened last night? Had he done something? Had he done something ... with her? Had they been... together? That thought was almost too much to entertain. 

His cheeks flushed at the thought. He couldn’t remember what was a dream or what was real. 

“What you working on there?” he came up beside her, nodding his chin to the pot and stuffing his hands into his pockets. 

He wanted to ask about last night, but he didn’t know the words to say.

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Gideon snorted a laugh in disbelief. The snort became a full blown laugh as he tried to take in what she just said. Girls were nuts. It was so very much the opposite of his perspective that it was quite comical. 

“Oh right.. And we should get married first too,” he teased, still laughing. “Merlin Doe, it’s not 1956 anymore.” He wasn’t saying it to be mean, and rather he just found the entire conversation amusing. 

Gideon hiccuped again. 

“Not worry about sex..” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “You’re crazy…”

He’d never understand girls, and hell Dorcas was barely one of them! How was he ever going to get a date, let alone shag with one of them?!

The anger flared, despite Dorcas’ best attempts to remind herself that he was drunk and probably just talking out of his ass because of it. But she couldn’t quite help herself when she scoffed, and, in spite of herself, had to swallow back the lump in her throat that had formed at his words. Anger had always made her want to cry, and it was stupid, and she definitely wasn’t about to sit here and entertain it.

“Right.” She wanted to swear when her voice choked a bit, and she shifted again, a little more roughly, and pulled herself out of his grip to get off the bed. “Well, I got you to bed, and I stayed for a bit just like I said I would. But I’m leaving now, so go to sleep.” She swallowed again, blinked, and reached down to tug the blanket over him a bit more firmly before she reached down to grab the bottle of vodka she’d found and popped it open to take a drink.

“Goodnight Gideon.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, and it took quite a bit of effort not to slam the door as she did, but she didn’t want to wake his roommates just because she was upset now. Instead, she stomped down the stairs and grabbed her book before leaving the common room completely. If she could avoid the prefects out on duty, she could just go to the greenhouses and spend the rest of the night there.

End.

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“It’s not time to wake up yet, we can go wake him up later. Right now, you need to get to sleep.” Dorcas was doing her best to get as comfortable as she could without sinking into the bed and getting herself caught, but when he slipped an arm around her, she realized that if she wasn’t careful, she would end up trapped under his dead weight when he finally did pass out. She twisted a bit, sitting up a bit more so that she had an easy escape.

But as he continued to speak, some kind of irrational anger flared to life in Dorcas. She was glad that it was dark so that her expression was hidden, and her lips twisted a bit as she tried to name exactly the feeling. Anger was too easy, this was something else, something hot and sticky in her stomach, and it made her extremely uncomfortable.

Jealousy, the little voice in her head helpfully supplied, but that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? She wasn’t jealous, she was just annoyed. Annoyed that he was talking about this to her. Annoyed that he was talking about how he just wanted to get laid. It was upsetting as a girl, that was all. “Right, well. I don’t think that’s something you should be worrying about right now, anyway.” She tried and failed to keep the bite out of her voice, but sighed out quickly to shake the feeling off. “Sex isn’t even that much fun unless you like the person you’re doing it with, so maybe you should just focus on finding someone you like first.” 

Gideon snorted a laugh in disbelief. The snort became a full blown laugh as he tried to take in what she just said. Girls were nuts. It was so very much the opposite of his perspective that it was quite comical. 

“Oh right.. And we should get married first too,” he teased, still laughing. “Merlin Doe, it’s not 1956 anymore.” He wasn’t saying it to be mean, and rather he just found the entire conversation amusing. 

Gideon hiccuped again. 

“Not worry about sex..” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “You’re crazy...”

He’d never understand girls, and hell Dorcas was barely one of them! How was he ever going to get a date, let alone shag with one of them?!

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

There were several things going through Dorcas’ mind as Gideon wandered like a lost duck around his room. The first was that she really hoped that his roommates were heavy sleepers, because despite his warning, he was being awful at staying quiet. The second was that she hoped she could get the hell out of there before Gideon woke up his roommates and they questioned why she was in their room in the first place.

Not that she hadn’t been in a boys dorm before, but well… that was none of anyone’s business.

“Yes, I’m going to stay.” Dorcas’ voice was much more quiet than Gideon’s, and she managed to grab the bottle from his bed when she spotted it and tucked it away, reminding herself to get rid of it later. “Fabian is in his own room sleeping, just like you will be soon. No one is waking anyone up. Now shhh.” She reached up for a moment to press a soft finger to his lips before she got to work trying to get him settled.

As he rambled, she went about hoisting his legs up on the bed, getting him settled, and she was extremely grateful that Quidditch kept her fit enough to do it. A sigh left her as she sat next to him, resting her back against the headboard of his bed. “Gid, I’m not marrying your brother. We’re not going to be related. It’s all just for pretend so I don’t have to marry someone else. But I’m sure a girl would say yes if you asked her out. You’re a good guy. Which girl did you have in mind.” Honestly, she hoped he didn’t have an answer, she really didn’t want to hear it, but if his rambling would make him fall asleep faster, she would entertain it.

Gideon moved as she helped him lift his legs, and scooted back to join her properly in bed. It was a lot more comfy in his bed than anywhere else in the entire world. He didn’t want to move. Ever. 

“Well someone should wake him up. He should wake up now. He’s my twin Dorcas...” Gideon explained irrationally, his arm tucking itself behind her back. 

“Well I dunno yet... but when I do..” he trailed off sleepily with a shrug. His other hand reached around to find his blanket to pull it up over his legs. 

“I just always think they’re gunna say ‘no,’ then thats the end of that.” he explained. “It don’t matter. Girls are plenty of work and a pain in me arse anyways,” he huffed a laugh. 

Gideon had very little experience with girls beyond his team mates and best friend... and sister. 

He sighed and sank down further to rest his head against the pillow. “I sleep naked Dorcas,” he chuckled to himself, finding the fact a lot funnier and way less embarrassing than usual. 

“I don’t even need to date her right... I just wanna shag. Can’t just go up to a girl, now can I, and say, ‘hey wanna shag me?’.. unless she’s a slag. I gotta pop my cherry before I leave Hogwarts, else that’d be just fucking embarrassing...”

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

So, he hadn’t forgotten that she had agreed to stay then. Well, she had only really agreed to stay until he fell asleep, and that wouldn’t take long, so really, it wasn’t that big of a deal. She shifted her weight just a bit so that she could take on more of his weight when his arm slung around her shoulder, and her own arm wrapped around his waist to help steady him. 

“I don’t know any more about muggle things than you do, we’re both purebloods, remember?” Her face had flushed again, and she was a little surprised that she wasn’t dizzy from all of the blushing she’d been doing tonight. Once again, she thanked Merlin that Gideon was too drunk to notice. “Also you might want to rethink your phrasing, but I doubt you even realize what you just said.”

When he started laughing, Dorcas paused as well, a step ahead of him, and rolled her eyes, though she did smile a bit. “Come on, drama king, we’re almost there. If you think I’d let you die here, you’re an idiot.” Reaching down, she grabbed the fabric and pressed it to his face again, taking his hand to force him to hold it there. “Come on, love, just a few more steps.”

“I know exactly what you just said...” he replied smartly. “You said, I gotta know my phrasing about something...” he trailed off, forgetting momentarily what he was trying to argue about. Damnit slow brain.

They finally made it to the top of the stairs and Gideon paused to rebalance himself and catch his breath.

“We did it Doe,” He let his head flop carelessly in the direction of her shoulder, not caring if it hit anything along the way. 

“My dorm’s up there,” he nodded and gestured wildly with his arms. They were close enough now and the prospect of his bed was looking more and more welcoming. 

Gideon started off again for the dorm, pulling open the door. “Shhhh..” he hissed loudly. “We have ta be quiet. My roommates suck, they don’t like being woken up, they get so grumpy...”

The room was pitch dark and Gideon led the way inside, still relying heavily on Dorcas. He bumped into two trunks, the side of a bed, and the corner of a desk before finally reaching his bed. 

“This is my bed, Dorcas!” he declared proudly, before realizing he had to be quiet. 

“Don’t need this anymore!” He flung the piece of fabric away to the ground, somewhere despite the blood smearing his chin and cheek.

“You said you were going to stay for a bit,” he reminded her anxiously. “You said you’d stay,” he sighed sadly. 

“Where’s Fab-ie Dorcas? He should be here too. We could have a big party. Lets wake everyone up n’ turn on the lights!”

“I want Fabian to be here..” He flopped down to sit on his unmade bed, that was clearly not expecting guests. The half finished bottle of vodka was tucked somewhere under the sheets and he struggled to find it, making an even bigger mess of pushing the blanket off the bed.

“D’you think if i asked a girl out she’d say yes?”

“It’ll be weird when we’re related... I don’t like that Dorcas. Not sure I’ll think things when we’re related.”

“Fabian has you.... Molly’s with Arthur, right...” He sighed and fell back, his lower half still not properly in bed.

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

Once Dorcas had decided that there were no serious and lasting injuries, she moved back a bit, letting him get up on his own and following him at a slight distance, reaching down to grab his pants along the way to add them to the pile of clothes that she would leave at the foot of his bed when she left for her own dorm. Some small part of her was sure he had already forgotten that she had agreed to stay with him until he fell asleep, and with the way he was going, he would likely fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed anyway.

“God, Gid…” She muttered, moving closer to him to place a steadying hand on the small of his back, though it didn’t help one bit, as he seemed determined to run into every piece of furniture in the common room.

“Not likely, bud. Come on, I’m right behind you. Up you go.” She pressed her hand against his back, far too aware that she was touching bare skin and that any other time, she would probably be extremely embarrassed by that, but in this moment, with the circumstances, she simply couldn’t be. “We’ll be there in no time, I’ll tuck you in and you can sleep it off.”

“Aughh merlin’s balls... Fuck..” he cursed, lifting a lead foot up the stairs slowly as he made his way. He could feel her hands on him and was thankful for the help, but not exactly processing much beyond the daunting climb ahead of him.

“No, then you can stay,” he reminded her sleepily. “Till i rant and then you can tell me about muggle things and then... then..” He breathed heavily. 

“Fuck me..” he sighed, nearly half way. HIs hand trailed the wall on the one side while his arm found its way around her shoulders on the other. He felt much more sturdy this way. 

“I don’t think I can make it,” he said dramatically, chuckling. “Go on without me, just leave me..” his chuckle turned into a laugh, forcing him to stop between two steps. 

“I’m gunna die in the Ravenclaw common room.” he laughed. He had dropped the piece of fabric for his lip and it started to trickle again. He licked the blood but was oblivious to the pain.

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

Dorcas felt a small victory as he agreed, and with his slack grip, she was able to slip off his lap and get up, stretching again and grabbing his shirt off the floor with every intention of tossing it next to his bed once they actually managed to get there. She was so distracted by the action that she missed the noise of his belt coming loose, though when she turned back around and noticed, the blush on her face was definitely indecent.

Well fuck. This was getting more complicated.

Blinking a couple of times, Dorcas took half a step toward him, intending to steady him but moving slightly to the side when he swayed, barely missing catching him. Though, maybe that was a good thing. She would have ended up falling right along with him, most likely.

“Gid…” She knelt in front of him, gently taking his chin in her hands and twisting his face to try and assess the damage. “Damnit.” She muttered, glancing around the common room before giving up and reaching down to rip a piece off of the bottom of her shirt. “You owe me a new shirt after this.” Gently, she pressed it to his lip, trying to stop the bleeding and clean up the mess. “Just… stay still for a minute, okay. I need to make sure you didn’t seriously injure yourself.”

“Ow,” He tilted his chin and let her hands touch it. It stung and he flinched away, but she pressed the piece of fabric against it.

He hiccuped. 

“Okay,” he mumbled dumbly, watching her but following his orders as best he could. Now that he was up, he felt like he could do anything. Gideon hiccuped again. 

“We could go to the pitch..” he said sleepily. It already felt like he was flying. What would happen if he was actually in the air? Then he’d be double flying!

“I think I’m okay,” he added, shaking out his arms, and finally stepping free from his trousers shamelessly.

“I just gotta sleep it off,” he shrugged. It would hurt more in the morning but that was a ‘later Gideon’ problem.

He started off towards the dorms, walking (rather stumbling) in a zigzagged motion. His arms flailed to try and keep him balanced and coordinated, but that didn’t seem to stop the furniture he kept bumping into along the way. 

The stairs were daunting and he stared up at them, swaying on his feet.

“I could just.... stay.. here..” he felt for the wall and railing, not sure if he wanted to proceed or just find a comfy spot on the bottom step and stay the night.

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

Dorcas couldn’t quite help herself when she let out a little squeak at the bear hug, wriggling a bit to try and break free of the grip. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that Gideon was both drunk and her best friend, she would have probably started throwing punches. Luckily for him, he was both of those things, so she simply huffed and adjusted herself so that she was more comfortable in his grip.

“Excuse me? I wasn’t the one who was supposed to be blocking the goals and didn’t manage to do that. Believe that’s your job.” She felt her temper flare a bit, and leaned back a bit to glare down at him, still extremely aware that she was sitting in his lap and that she should really, really get up. Some part of her definitely didn’t want to, but then she reminded herself that he was drunk, this was all because he was drunk and in the morning she would go back to being ‘practically a bloke’ Dorcas.

That stung a bit. She would think about it later.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but shut it immediately when he spoke again. Biting her lip, she shook her head a bit. “Is that what you’re so worried about? If I promised to stay with you until you fell asleep would you help me get you up to bed?”

Gideon had to think about that one for a second... Or several because his brain was slower than a drunk garden troll at the moment. He was usually quite sharp and smart, a true Ravenclaw, except for times like these. 

Was that what he was worried about? Did he want her to stay? Would that make things better? 

He nodded his head, his eyes shutting again for several moments. His grasp around her was nearly gone because his arms were too tired. 

“Okay,” he decided finally. He’d let her take him to bed. That would have been funny had he been sober, but as it were the joke went over his head. 

“Okay Dorcas..” he shifted to try and get up. 

“That will be better,” he sighed. His body leaned to the right and he pushed off to stand. He had to try several times like an old man, until finally he heaved himself up. 

Gideon paused and swayed gently on his feet. He felt like he was on his broom. 

“Its too hot. I should get to bed.... Dorcas...” He undid his belt button and wiggled to let his pants drop. That was step one, but then what? 

“And you’ll let me talk about Karl Marx okay?” He tried to negotiate a deal, though that was already decided in his own drunken mind. “You have to let me, and you need to listen, no falling asleep this time..”

He tried to step out of his pants, unaware that he was still in the common room, but his feet were tied and he ended up crashing to the floor instead, bumping his chin against the side of the table. 

His teeth chattered and blood dripped down his chin from his bitten lip. “Uh oh. Bollocks.”