LBC x Harry Potter - Part VIII
Magic Encounter Part VIII
“I told you she would watch us from now on,” Pond whispered. Ae ignored him. He had to concentrate because he wanted to write fast but not messy. He had no time to fuel Ponds paranoia.
“So your first breakfast date was a success as far as I was able to tell.”
“It was not a date.”
“He had heart eyes, you had heart eyes, believe me it was a date.”
Ae rolled his eyes and wanted to hit Pond because he lost the thread of his thoughts.
“If you are getting all lovey-dovey with your Hufflepuff boy I may need a girlfriend as soon as possible.”
“Whatever, Pond.”
Pond was ready to say something else, but Madam Pince walked past their table and he ducked his head.
Ae bit his lip and wrote the last word of his essay. The ink wasn’t dry yet, but he didn’t care and rolled up the pergament.
“See you later,” he said to Pond who just waved his hand.
If he was fast he could catch Pete in front of the Transfiguration classroom before he had to go to Potions and made him promise to meet him for lunch. He had Quidditch training in the evening and no time to go to the Great Hall for dinner. And he had to see Pete, he just had to and he needed to hear him say that yes they would see each other again tomorrow.
Some Hufflepuff and Slytherin students passed him and he tried to recognise their faces. Seventh year students? Was the lesson over already? He peeked inside the classroom but no one was there.
“Damn it.”
Pete was probably on his way to History of Magic so Ae had to hurry otherwise he would be late to Potions, and that was something nobody dared to do.
He run down some stairs and almost knocked some second years down and in a weird way it was thanks to them that he stumbled and caught a glimpse of someone who looked like Pete being dragged down the hallway.
“Hey,” he yelled and went after them. He didn’t even think about using his wand, the moment he saw some blond guy shoving Pete against the wall he lost it. His fist made an ugly sound the moment it connected with the jaw of the other boy. He barely registered the pain in his hand, he grabbed the guy who fell to the floor by his collar and shoved him against the wall.
“You want to fight?”, he asked and felt a sick satisfaction when he saw the blood dribbling down from the other ones noes, “you don’t use magic so no one could trace the spells, am I right? What kind of cowards are you?”
He let the other boy, who grunted in pain, go and turned to face the other two Slytherins, who stared at him in shock.
“Come on,” he growled and made a move towards them, “three to one, that’s how you assholes like it or not?”
The one on the wall spit out blood and hissed “Asshole”, and Ae knew that he was the one ready to fight him and by Merlin he was too and wanted to cause some serious damage.
“No fighting in the hallways!”, someone yelled at them and more than one student looked over at their group.
“Shit,” the blond guy hissed. “This is not over! Wait till he realizes you’re just using him,” he snarled at Pete.
“Back off asshole,” Ae growled back and moved in front of Pete. He relaxed a bit the moment the three turned around a corner and were out of sight.
“You okay?” he asked Pete who looked at him with big tearful eyes, his bag pressed against his chest like a protective shield. Ae raised his hand to sooth Pete but the motion reminded him of the very satisfying punch he had thrown.
“Oh damn that hurts”, he swore.
“I’m so sorry,” Pete whispered and looked like he would crumble to the floor at any second.
“It’s okay, not my first fight, not my first bloody fist. Did they hurt you? Are those the assholes who are after you?”
Pete nodded.
“What did they want?”
“Ae your hand!”
“My hand doesn’t matter at the moment, we have to report them.”
“Ae no.”
“Why not Pete? Tell me one good reason why we shouldn’t go to Professor Longbottom right now?”
Pete stared at the floor and hid his eyes behind his fringes. But Ae saw the tears. And he knew that he shouldn’t yell at Pete even though he was frustrated with him.
Fuck Potions, he thought, this was more important.
“Come on, you can take a look at my hand and tell me more.”
They found a deserted classroom and Ae let Pete look at this hand. His knuckles were scrapped and it hurt a bit when he moved his fingers, but he had had worse injuries after a fight.
“What did he mean with you just using me?”
Pete looked at him then hid his face again.
“They think I used Trump.”
“How?”
Pete took a deep breath and wiped tears from his cheeks.
“We went out.”
“Out?”
“We dated… or I thought we were, but he was just using me, to get money out of me.”
Ae blinked.
“I’m gay Ae.”
“Oh.”
