Hugo Weasley

Thankfully Isaac had the sense to brush his teeth earlier. Well, he did every night, but had made doubly sure to have scrubbed teeth and fresh breath. Especially as close as Hugo got. About an inch between the tips of their noses. Breathing the same air. Isaac’s heart beat rather erratically. His breath catching as he felt a hand on his face. It seemed to twist his stomach into knots of nerves, and his hands would have shook had they not both gripped at Hugo. One hand just below the elbow of the arm caressing him. The other pressed gently on the red head’s chest. Creeping towards his shoulder.

Licking his lips, the Ravenclaw moved his legs over to brush against Hugo’s. His feet were a bit cold, so his friend’s warm skin felt good. He moved closer slowly, tentatively. Awkwardly. Feeling Hugo’s body slowly press against his. The heat the ginger gave off was so relaxing. So calming. Isaac couldn’t help but shiver, and he pressed closer.

As soon as he was all dressed for bed, he walked back into it. Basically, the ginger rushed because not only did he want to be in Isaac's arms again, Hugo wanted to sleep. With every passing second he could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier. Of course, this probably had to be the worst sleepover Isaac been to when all Hugo wanted was sleep. Maybe this should have happened on a night when the freckled face teen was more wakeful then this.

The Slytherin got into the bed and once again placed his arms around Isaac's waist. This time Isaac was the one who moved his body closer. He felt the others cold feet on his own. Hugo was rubbing small circles on the Ravenclaw's back. While doing that he could feel his eyes, giving into a deep sleep. "This is nice. We should do this more often." Hugo mumbled.

He was glad the red head was okay though. Maybe a bit bruised on his bum now, but okay all the same. He didn’t know what to say as the boy got up so silent. Saying nothing. Just climbed into the large bed. Settling himself in. Isaac watched rather too intently, but it was a sight to see, a boy in his bed. Not just any boy though, Hugo Weasley of all people. His friend’s words brought  him back to reality slowly and a bright red color filled his pale cheeks. Isaac nodded, hanging his head a bit to not make eye contact as he undressed. He’d kept his school clothes on to wait, because it was usually quite drafty in the common room. He turned from the Slytherin, feeling rather self conscious as he dug around for an old t-shirt. A pair of shorts to sleep in. Slipping into them quickly.

Still not really looking at the taller of the two, Isaac slipped in silently beside Hugo. The bed was already beginning to warm up from the heat of the other boy. He played with the sheet edges, trying to steady his nerves a bit more. Keep his hands busy. He kept to himself rather shyly, wanting to make a move to speak, to be closer with Hugo. But Isaac’s voice caught in his throat. He choked on it. And each time he opened his mouth, the worse he seemed. The more speechless he became and it left him rather frustrated. He just wanted another kiss. To be held like when they’d been locked away in the classroom, and to hold Hugo too. He lay back, rather defeated. crossing his arms. Turning on his side to look at Hugo and to calm himself. To take in that at least he had been able to get this far.

As the boy felt a dip in the bed, he turned on his side to face other. It was weird. Was Hugo supposed to put his arms around Isaac? Was this the part where they kissed? Did they have to speak or something? Was Hugo just supposed to look at Isaac awkwardly? A sigh escaped his lips as he thought of all the possible things he were to do with Isaac.

The red head didn't know what was coming over him as his body moved closer to Isaac. He could actually feel the others breath on his face. Hugo started caressing Isaac's cheek. It was like Hugo's mind knew all the right things to do in order to seem really romantic, while Hugo, himself, was confused of the art.

A fierce flush came over the boy’s cheeks as he felt lips press against his forehead. That was interesting. Unlike Hugo, Isaac felt so embarrassed to not be able to keep his cool. At least, that’s how it appeared to the Ravenclaw. It made him rather jealous he could hold such a calm attitude. It took a minute for Isaac to regain his bearings, and he took hold of Hugo’s hand clumsily, sliding his fingers into place, tugging on the pale arm attached to it. Leading him towards the wooden stairs, where he kept to the edges so they wouldn’t creak and groan so much as they ascended.

The bed looked comfortable and secluded where it was. Situated in the center of the mess Isaac had created. The only bed in the room with the sheets askew, thrown into a wad along the end. An array of beaten pillows lined up, dripping off the bed. A few sat flat on the floor. His clothes tossed around. Thankfully Isaac had at least managed to not have exposed underwear lying about. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and gestured about speechless. here wasn’t really a grand ‘Ta da!’ to do. “My uh, m-my Hogwarts home.”

It took the ginger in for a surprise to see how much of a slob Isaac really was. The boy always this front up that he was well put together so Hugo naturally thought that Isaac would be a well organized person. To his dismay the room a mess, that mirrored the Slyhterin's.  Maybe a difference in size because sometimes Hugo would manage to find his clothes on his roommates side of the room. As well as all his parchments that should be placed neatly in his desk were strewn all over the floor. 

"It looks nice." Hugo said. Messes were nothing out of the ordinary for him. It's not he'd make a comment on how much of a slob he was. So to Hugo this was fine. The boy let go of the others hand, and made a beeline for the bed. Hugo was so tired, he just wanted to get into bed and cuddle so he could fall right asleep. Probably not the best person to have a sleepover with, but the boy was just so tired. On the way to bed he slipped on one of Isaac's shirts. Hugo's cheeks were red, he was so embarrassed. He didn't even know how to play that one off cooly. Picking himself up, he walked over to the bed and got inside. "You coming?" The boy asked, patting the empty space next to him.

Rain came in torrential sheets, beating against the walls in a low, ominous rumble. An unsettling chill settled over the Slytherin common room, it refused to be chased away by the fire that blazed at the hearth, making the dank caverns feel even more glacial than it already was. 

Some of Darren’s friends stationed themselves in various parts of the room; some were rushing assignments, others couldn’t be bothered and fed theirs to the fire. If it weren’t for his father’s dogged watchfulness, he’d have done the same.

Darren lounged in an armchair, his fingers tucked under his pits, his teeth clenching as he stared into the crackling fire. 

He was very susceptible to cold, goosebumps puckering up his arms and legs, and as much meat he packed around his bones, he hated that he succumbed to it much easier than most people did. Standing up, he stamped his foot against cobblestone and paced around the room

A shadow blurred past him and as Darren looked up, he thought he saw a glimpse of that notorious red hair. He’d been meaning to speak to him for quite some time now, but they never seemed to cross paths during the last few days. He wasn’t sure if it was an act of avoidance or merely coincidence. Might this have been due to the fact that he’d suggested something about that thing last Sunday?

"Weasley. Might you have a second?" He cocked his head to the side, beckoning the other boy forward. 

As far as avoiding his friends, Hugo would say he's doing pretty well. At all costs he'd avoid the common room. Even if it meant going crazy as he cooped himself in his own room he would. 

Rain was pattering against the window and the sound was actually rather soothing. It was helping all the stress that filled his body subside as he was calming himself down just by staring out the window. Every rumble was like some tension releasing from his body. The ginger didn't know if this was some weird sort of break he wanted or the fact he spent long hours in his room that something was prompting him to go outside. And Hugo was going to do just that.

The fifth year walked out of the room and down the staircase right into the common room. Even with such speed as he tried to make out Darren beckoned him for a chat. As much as Hugo wanted to defy the older Slytherin he couldn't. 

But now the Ravenclaw waited. Listening to the ticking of the clock in the common room as the hour grew late. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Isaac stared at the door with butterfly hoards fluttering around inside. Their wings matching every tick on the down beat. It was like a jolt of nerves every second. His palms began to sweat. Mouth dried out. He didn’t care that other students were watching him suspiciously. Their opinions didn’t matter at the moment to the boy at this moment. He at one point became so anxious, he’d peaked out the door to see if the familiar flaming hair could be spotted. No luck.

It wasn’t until he was alone in the common room, everyone having gone to bed, that he heard his name. It seemed to whisper along with the dying crackling fire. But no, he’d thought he’d heard the Eagle too, giving out it’s cryptic riddles. He stumbled off the couch in a hurry, tripping over himself to yank the door open. Light spilled out into the hall and Isaac’s heart rose. The flush from the rush was in his cheeks, and he huffed a bit, but that was alright.

"H-Hugo, h-hi um, h-hey." He coughed, clearing his throat, stepping back a bit. Should he kiss Hugo? Did the ginger boy get a hug? What were the protocols of this sort? Isaac shifted nervously, bare feet silent as they moved on the blue carpet. He decided at least a hug, and wrapped his arms around the taller boy in a tight embrace. Godric, he was warm. It felt so nice. "My r-room, is um, it’s a bit messy." He admitted, gesturing to the boys dormitory stairs. "B-but um, I’m… I’m glad you’re h-here."

As they broke apart from the embrace, Hugo took a look around the Ravenclaw common room. It was a wide, circular room that was dawning with blue carpeting, as well the windowsills. In the room their was a massive bookcase, tables, couches, and even a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. The statue itself shouldn't have freaked Hugo out, but it did. The Ravenclaw common room was very warm and comfortable, unlike the Slytherin common room which was dark and cold. It actually made Hugo want to stay because standing there himself, he just felt good. Not only was this more of an incentive to sneak out, any time he could spend with his lover was always time well spent.

Turning his attention from just the room his eyes were now on Isaac. "Okay, buddy lead the way to your messy room." He winked. Not only was the ginger eager to get into bed with the other, he was very tired after a longs day of school. Hugo just wanted to rest with Isaac by his side. 

Hugo’s smirk didn’t help Isaac’s nerves. The one he’d kind of grew to love. The way it pulled the corner of his lips and the knowing gleam in his eye. It twisted his stomach into knots. Isaac’s cheeks could have heated the potion pot with how hot they were becoming. Taking the cream Hugo had retrieved, Isaac hung his head a bit more than usual as he applied it to the side of his hand. An area that already was starting to blister a bit. The Ravenclaw boy sunk his teeth into the lower portion of his lip as he tried to hold in the cries of pain. While it was removing the blisters and helping his skin return to normal, it felt like the area had been flash frozen solid. It would probably be a day or two before the mess really disappeared. Good thing Isaac was prepared, and had come with a bandage wrap himself.

When Isaac was in pain all Hugo wanted to do was help the other out. Even in public when the Slytherin acted like the Ravenclaw's worst enemy, he'd never want any physical damage done to him. In this rare moment when any on looker would be able to notice Hugo being nice to someone outside his close circle. But before Hugo could really do anything class was dismissed.

"Y-You are too a drama queen!" The Ravenclaw protested with a grin. "You did n-nothing but prove my point." As clean up was finished, the potion left to simmer and stay a nice royal violet, Isaac was able to finish up the potions report sheet. All the steps he took, revisions to the original potion from the text book, and including a few questions as to why parts of the potion reacted to certain ingredients. One was even what he’d just explained to Hugo, whose name ended up on the top of the paper in quick quill scratching. Isaac didn’t mind doing it. He knew how hard classes could be for some, so he wasn’t going to keep his friend from a good grade.

"It smells horrid" He replied, folding his arms across his chest. "Maybe we should be using ingredients that smelled a lot nicer." Hugo declared. Once clean up was done the pair had to work on the potions report sheet. His blue eyes watched as the other scribbled down all the answers to the questions. It wasn't like the boy understood what Isaac was writing. He was hoping at some point they'd go over this assignment. 

Isaac chuckled, watching his friend’s theatrics. “Don’t be a d-drama queen.” He grinned. “It’s a Polynesian sprout bean. Used uh, well it’s used to help counter acids or other a-acidic substances.” Isaac explained. “It’s pH has a base of f-fourteen. So it h-helps keep the venom from uh, being s-so potent.” The Ravenclaw began to clean up the juices off the desk top, trying to help remove the smell. It was pretty rank. He made sure to scrub his hands pretty hard so he wouldn’t smell of that bean all day.

"I'm not being a drama queen. It's making me want to vomit." As he stood by the sink the smell wasn't as pungent, he was able to smell the little fresh air that was left in the room. Hugo was still scrubbing the knife clean under hot water. As his hands were washing the object his eyes darted to Isaac. He was going on about the smell, which his whole speech was going in one ear out the other. "Oh." Was all he could say when Isaac stopped talking.

The boy shrugged. "Not everyone is into sports." He said, knowing she probably didn't need to hear that answer because it was more of the standard reply to that. "You aren't missing much." Hugo replied modestly. "But maybe one day you will."