Best Potion maker in my year fuck you

His eyes studied Damian as he opened the box. He watched how intently his eyes focused on the package, his calloused hands being very gentle with the wrapping. In all honesty it would have driven him insane at how slow Damian was in opening the gift had he not been quietly appreciating the view. 

“And I told you I’d already gotten you something, so you had no choice either way.” He shrugged lightly, “Most of the people I know got gifts.” That much was true. Even if it was something small he made sure everyone got something. Hell, he’d even received some small gifts in return but that wasn’t why he did it. He’d even sent his stalker a small gifts of jelly beans. 

He watched Damian study the gifts, his stomach jumping outside of itself as he waited to see if he liked them. He’d had a lot of help picking them out, wanting them to be perfect. 

Sliding off the table he walked over to Damian, taking the pendent from his hands and placing it around his neck. “The shop keeper was a little vague in explanation,” he said. “She said it was a gift that would make both of us happy, and she said something interesting when I ordered it again.” 

He pulled his hands away, admiring the way it looked on him. “Honestly I only got it cause it matched your eyes.” Laughing lightly he brought one hand back up, running his fingers over the potion. “I think it feels interesting though.” 

He had been admiring one of the glass vials when he caught a whiff of the weird green substance.  He head perked up quickly as his face reddened slightly around his cheeks.  He knew that smell...it was hard to forget it when it was the smell he used when he first....

Damian grabbed Donoven's hand and put his fingers a bit closer to his nose.  Trying to confirm his suspicions, sure enough the smell just got stronger as the wet digits got closer to his nostrils.  He laughed, he couldn't help it.  The innocence of the other was too much for him to take, it was cute in a sense.  He had never met someone that hadn't know anything about matters of intimacy, but then again Donoven was only suppose to be a first year...even if he didn't look like one. 

He noticed on his walk to find the green-eyed wonder that he got quite a bit of stares and whispers behind hands. It was convenient, really, how cutting his hair had made such a difference. One gentleman in particular was too busy gaping at him to notice a wall. Good thing it was so easy to heal teeth.

Looking around for a moment he flashed another smile at Damian, “Not here.” Unlike last time he didn’t grab Damian’s hand. It already took enough courage for him to come here bearing gifts, let alone to practically hold hands and drag him around. Besides, if Donoven remembered Damian didn’t seem to appreciate being stared at. Dragging him around wouldn’t help anything.

And so he turned around, started walking, waiting for the amount of people around them to dwindle before slipping into an empty classroom. It was different than the other one they had been in, certainly less dusty, but it was just as empty. 

Closing the door behind Damian he stared at his hands for a moment before he turned around. Wow, he wasn’t really sure how to do this… Seriously, the only time this kid felt awkward was around Damian, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or hated it; a mixture of both most likely. He tried not to let it show, though. 

Walking over to one of the tables he set his bag down before opening it up. …You know, it probably would have been best without the bow. Turning around with the package in hand he leaned his butt back against the table, a smirk on his lips. “Got you something,” he tried to say as casually as possible. He’d given most of his friends gifts, but this was… This was Damian. It was different. 

He waited for Damian to take the package with that slight blush still covering his face. Leaning back against the table they were the same height, and he took the opportunity his face intently. He hadn’t watched anyone open their gifts… Especially not someone who he actually cared about.

"Yes, short hair does wonders for you, Snot..." he nodded his head approvingly.  Not showing any of his emotions, trying to keep everything neutral.  He wasn't about to go and let others in so easily.  

An eyebrow quirked at the box, hadn't he told the Snot already that he didn't want anything?  Really he could have used that money for better than things than getting him gifts.  Damian hate it when people spent money on him, he felt sometimes like he owed something to the person giving him the present.  He sighed before taking it in his hands and unwrapping it gently.  Besides potions, these was one of the few times that his hands were gentle and fragile; mainly because his thought process was that the person went out of their way to wrap it nicely for him...he didn't want to destroy it so easily.  Damian had learned that from seeing his sister wrap up her parents presents to have his father just tear through it and to see her crestfallen face.  He made sure to always compliment her wrapping from then on.

"I told you, you didn't have to get me anything Snot..." He opened the package, his eyes staring at the vials in mild amusement.  Well the Snot knew what he liked after all, he could put these vials to good use soon.  Then his eyes snapped to the pendant, which was another vial with liquid inside it.  He pulled it out, facing it against the sun light and narrowing his eyes to see it more clearly.  What was it?  Some kind of potion surely...but he had never seen that color before...

His fingers moved to his hair, running through it lightly as a small flush crossed his cheeks. It wasn’t long enough to tuck behind his ears, so he imagined he’d be fidgeting with it quite a bit. Well damnit… Now he was nervous. 

Which of course he wasn’t going to let anyone else know that.

While the flush didn’t leave his cheeks his lazy, family smirk crossed his lips. “Damian,” he said as he walked up to the man. “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” 

Oh...

The boy's eyes widened first...then his mouth gaped open, mainly at the attractive guy in front of him.  But then his brain tried to go back to trying decipher who it was that was talking to him.  A very attractive man...

He squinted his eyes, that hair...it could only mean one person.

"Snot...?" he said recovering himself from the shock.  Wow did short hair do such a difference...he shook his head, trying to look non chalant as always "Did you take another aging potion?!  You know I'm sure your puberty is not far off, you could just wait..."

Not that he would mind staring...at him...but taking so many of those couldn't possibly be good for the kid.  He blinked at the question, completely forgetting for a moment why he was angry.  

Donoven stared down at the packages in his hands, biting his lip lightly. They’d arrived just that morning, and now he sat on his bed as he stared at them. He wanted to get over this crush, and knew that as a kid he’d get nowhere, but that didn’t stop part of him from hoping. Ever since the Yule Ball he’d been avoiding Damian. He saw him once, just to ask if he’d gotten his gifts. Of course he didn’t, thanks to his damn bird, but he ordered replacements and now they were here.

He recalled talking about the gifts with him, how he had his hair ruffled. It irritated him greatly, and he wished Damian had never figured out he was only a first year. He looked older, that was certain, but he couldn’t keep playing it off as older.

So how was he going to give him the gifts? He didn’t really want to look like a pathetic kid, in fact he downright hated the idea. He didn’t want to seem young and silly and just a kid with a crush. No, he wanted to be taken seriously.

The only way he knew how to do that was to get his hands on another aging potion. Taking the gifts he slid them under his bed, hoping they’d stay hidden there while he set about finding someone to make one for him. There was one Ravenclaw in particular that seemed somewhat obsessed with him and kept offering to do weird things to him, so he figured he’d just use him.

After a couple more days of dodging not only Damian but Rodger, who was very adamant to ‘go down on him’ (whatever that meant), he was back in his room and looking at the gifts. He’d just finish wrapping them in a green wrapping paper and silver bows. They were all wrapped up in one package, the set of vials each wrapped in tissue paper, the green necklace with the potion that the Shop Keeper recommended laying on top of them. That potion gave off a particularly pleasing cooling feel.

Shoving the package into his book bag he also grabbed some clothes he had purchased to wear once he aged. Taking the aging potion he walked out of the dorms, out the common room, and out to one of the bathrooms not near his house. Once there he closed himself into a stall and took off his clothes. Standing there nude he took the aging potion, and waiting for the unpleasant growing of muscles to occur. He grew taller, his limbs longer, and that unfortunate body hair sprang out around his armpits and nether bits. Thankfully he’d never be able to grow a beard. One thing he’d never have to worry about.

He threw on the new clothes, said clothes looking almost exactly like his Hogwarts uniform. The only difference was that he threw on a button up grey cardigan that had no house colors on it whatsoever. He looked like he could easily walk into any house, which was the point.

Once he was ready and everything packed away properly he stepped out. His hair was shorter, rather similar to how his hair was in his original age. But oddly… Oddly it did look better. It framed his face nicely and his bangs curved around his face, making his face stand out where before his hair was the main attraction. His eyes looked big and rather blue, all together not a bad look.

Fidgeting with his hair for a moment he sighed. He was stalling. He needed to just go and find Damian.

So here he was again, walking away from courtyard where he had just found them liplocking.  His feet were heavy and they reverberated so much that people look up as he walked down the hallway.  So what now?  I guess the best thing would be to move on...that would be the dignified thing to do.  He was no victim, and he would play no part in being the victim.  His mind was made up that from now on he would only look forward to pleasant things.  

And speaking of pleasant things..

He shook his head at the thought, he hadn't meant to unleash all of his frustration on Donoven.  It wasn't the boy's problem and if Damian were to be honest, he felt bad that he had acted that way.  Not that the long hair had helped...for a moment he thought he was talking to a woman if it hadn't been for the deep voice and the few inches the Snot had on him.  And the kiss...or kisses...well they were good...better than good even.  He hadn't kissed in a while but he would be lying if he had said that he hadn't enjoyed it.  

“You gotta help me out.” ”.. It’s all a blur- last night.” “We need a taxi, ‘cause you’re hungover-“ “And I’m broke.” “I lost my fake id…” “But YOU lost the motel key-“ “Spare me your freaken dirty looks- no, don’t blame me!” “You wanna cash out?  And get the hell out of town?” “Don’t be a baby— remember what you told me?” Shut up and put your money where your mouth is; that’s what you get for waking up in Vegas.

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//dies

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As Damian responded to him, pushing him back harshly against the wall he let out a pleased gasp against his lips, still letting their tongues explore each other. His leg moved as if by itself, trying to wrap around him and pull him as close as possible. His body shuddered with the excitement, finding it felt rather amazing to be pressed against him. 

And then suddenly Damian wasn’t there anymore. He blinked up at him, letting his arm and leg fall with a frown on his lips. His eyes squinted at him, as if he was trying to figure something out. Why did he stop? “You aren’t the first person I’ve kissed,” he said. 

He walked over to him slowly, letting taking his time as he crossed the space between them. But he didn’t wrap his arms around him, he just got close as if he was going to kiss him again. Instead he angled his head, moving his lips so they were only millimeters apart, easily able to feel Damian’s breath on his skin. “Maybe not that much of a child.”