Jay Noor Bawany

"Y’be achin’ fer a boy tha’ isn’ all there," Hunter says without thinking, kissing him back, kissing him hard, squeezing his hand in return. He smiles, too, feels a little filled with light, feels like floating in a way that is unfamiliar to him, it having been so long since he’d felt it. "D’ya think tha’ y’ll ever…" he sighs, shakes his head, kisses him again and ignores the comment about dinner, lets it go away and disappear if only for a few moments. "D’ya think tha’ flyin’ away’s all tha’ easy? Like— with birds. They leave for months atta time an’ they don’ come back for nothin’. Wish I could do tha’.”

Junayd sucks in a harsh breath at Hunter's words, baffled before he's pulled into a hard kiss. By the end of the kiss he's dizzy, because Hunter does that- he makes it so easy, forgetting to be collected, makes him feel so much his head spins. "Hey, I just..." He takes Hunter's hands in his, hesitant, but runs his thumbs over Hunter's knuckles. "Don't leave? I... I know I'm.... Stay around for me, please. Wait for me. I need- I want you to. I'm sorry." He can't. What would his friends think, for one thing. For the dance, though, if he could stand in front of all of those people, just hold onto Hunter for two minutes, get a taste, maybe-- His stomach flutters at the thought, dancing with Hunter, and he flushes dark from feeling so giddy over something so small. He's pathetic. 

“Y’ve— y’ve jus’ gotta come. Y’ve got to. I won’ be ‘appy if y’don’.” Hunter frowns, gripping at Junayd’s hand, trying to show how much he wanted him there. Hunter knew that he and Thomasina were just friends, and Thomasina even knew that— they were going to be attending as such, they were going to just let loose and have fun— be the children that they should’ve been. “Please?” Hunter’s voice is even lower, and he’s looking into Junayd’s eyes, questioning. “D’ya think y’can go an’ maybe jus’.. Dance with me a little?”

Junayd is nodding along with Hunter's questions, squeezing Hunter's hand excitedly. "For you, course, yes, I- yes, I'll go. Promise- you'll get your dance. Even if I show up as myself." He's elated at the idea of a sort-of-date with Hunter, showing up at the dance for one reason. Andrew's going to hate Junayd's change of heart, because of course now Andrew has to go to, Junayd isn't about to spend most of the night alone until Hunter can dance with him. It would be boring (and a bit pathetic, really). He leans forward to peck at Hunter's lips again, glancing at the clock on the far wall. "Dinner's soon," he says remorsefully. Dinner meant Hunter would run off to the Hufflepuff table, or the Gryffindor, and Junayd would probably find a seat near Andrew, or else Dolores, and that was fine he loved being with his friends, too, but he squeezes Hunter's hand briefly and thinks that he doesn't want to leave him.

i can't change even if i wanted to || hunter&&jay

Hunter closes the space between them again, laughter tipping into Junayd’s mouth. He’s trying to fill him with light, with sunshine and warmth— and he thinks it’s working, he really does. “Really?” He murmurs, voice low and heavy, his body leaning in to kiss him again. Once more, he laughs into his mouth, finishing the kiss with his lips closed— “I’ll be savin’ y’ the last dance, yeh? Y’don’… Y’don’ gotta be me date, but…” His stomach clenches when he says it, he wants Junayd to be his date, but… It just isn’t accepted, it— Hunter sighed, he pulled away and swallowed thickly, pushing himself up off of the bed. “M’gunna be there, an’… Y’can dance with me if y’want— no one’s gunna blame y’, m’damn sexy,” he ends with a joke, pausing, looking down at the floor. “One dance? Jus’ one? Don’ ‘ave t’be a… Romantic one, m’jus’… Jus’ one?”

“Really really,” he says, which earns him laughter spilling into their kiss that makes his heart lurch happily. Junayd did good. As far as Hunter was concerned, anyways, and they don’t... No one else needs to know about this, not now, maybe not ever. It isn’t their business and Hunter is right. It shouldn’t matter. It does matter, of course, Junayd knows, but it shouldn’t, so maybe it’s okay that they kiss and hold each other in private. Have one dance at a ball- people get drunk and no one would mention it and. They could get away with it. Things like that. “Yeah- not to... Don’t want to step on your date’s toes, but.” He’s grinning, hard, despite the sentiment that statement should go along with. Hunter’s date could shove off for all he cared. “I wasn’t... I wasn’t planning on going, I don’t have a costume or anything.”

Hunter turns, his free hand finding a small space under Junayd’s chin. He tilts his face up and he smiles at him, scrunching up his nose before closing the space between them and kissing him softly before deepening the sentiment, pushing forward, the hand that had tilted his face up sliding back, gripping the inky hair— “I can feel tha’,” he muttered, barely pulling away from his lips, closing his eyes and pressing putting his forehead against Junayd’s. “Can feel tha’ in yer gut— in yer ‘eart. M’not…” He shakes his head and laughs softly, kissing him again. “She’s a friend— not interested in me like tha’. No one fancies me like tha’— s’impossible, y’know.”

Junayd’s heart races when Hunter kisses him. He feels his hands go clammy but doesn’t let  go of Hunter's, confused but letting his thoughts lie to the wayside. There isn't ever room for thought when they kiss, he ignored it all, just chased Hunter's lips and tongue and the feelings it gave him. He feels dizzy when Hunter pulls away, the words resonating him. Hunter knows what he's feeling and the pulling in Junayd's stomachs when their lips touch because that's what he feels, too. Because Hunter likes Junayd- and. And it was mutual. "Don't..." he says softly, sucking in a quick breath- his hands reach up to hold the material covering his chest, splaying his hands out on his chest a second after. "Don't say that, I... I fancy you like that- I'm interested in you that way. So..." It comes out shy, a bit unsure (is this okay (no)), but that he gets the words out at all is a miracle. 

Hunter’s stomach hollows out when Junayd grasps at his hand. He feels his pulse quicken, and a smile creeps over his lips, settling, transforming his features. “I—” the sentence is caught in his throat, and he clears it so he can speak, “She— S’Tomi. She’s… She’s real nice. She’s always got somethin’ nice t’say. She’s smart, one o’ the smartes’ people I ever met,” here, he looks down at their hands, and he puts his fingers in the spaces between Junayd’s— “We’re friends… An’ she’s… She’s nice. She’s beautiful, really. ‘Aven’ seen someone with tha’ kinda aura in… A real long time,” he laughs.

A heavy, ugly swirling feeling over takes his stomach, and he swallows, abandoning his swollen lip. Hunter keeps going on and it feels like a knife to his gut but Junayd only squeezes his hand briefly, leaning against Hunter's shoulder more heavily. "Oh. I- happy for you, yeah? Sure she's great." He doesn't know what else to say, but he doesn't want to talk about it any more, having gotten the answer he asked for. Hunter found a date, and that's great for him. Honestly, Junayd wasn't planning on going to that stupid ball anyways, didn't have enough friends to merit it, and this- it made them easier, anyways. He didn't have to worry about liking Hunter too much when Hunter had a girlfriend. 

[he shakes his head] M’not too nice, Bawany, m’jus’— [Hunter sighs heavily, handing the crown over] ’Ave y’… Though ‘bout anythin’… Er… Are y’still all… [he gestures vaguely, he too unsure of what he’s attempting to say.] I mean, I jus’… [he feels his stomach bubble up and clench, he sighs]  ’Ow’re y’ feelin’?

[his relaxed expression falls away, chewing on his lip nervously] I- I guess, I mean that's why I... I think that's why I wanted to talk to you. If you, I just... [he sakes a breath and sighs, putting the crown offered on his head and reaching for one of Hunter's hands to play with] I heard... I mean, honestly, I wasn't... I wasn't eaves droppin' or anything, just heard your name, and I... [his stomach squirms uncomfortably, trying to focus on breathing softly in and out and tracing around Hunter's fingers] You... you asked some girl to the dance, didn't you? That Halloween Ball, got a... a date. That Gryffindor, the one with the pamphlets. Wanted to... Is she, I mean... Who is she? [he feels his lip swell with the force he's biting, but can't quite himself from doing it]

[Hunter frowns when Junayd’s roommates leaves, wanting to reach out and stop him, only because he didn’t want to be a bother. He looks over to Junayd and smiles softly, sadly in a way, and he swallows, sitting down on Junayd’s bed. He licks his lips and scratches his head, letting the flower crown fall off to the side, onto the neat duvet.] I didn’ wan’ him t’feel unwelcome in ‘is own room, tha’s so rude, [he picks at his fingertips and he sighs, eyeing his flower crown and pausing in all his movements before taking the crown and beginning to pick it apart.]

[he makes an exasperated face] Anyone ever told you you're too nice, Hunter? He's- like, both of my roommates are sort of giant prats. Don't worry about making them feel unwelcome. [his lip curls up] They've been leaving huge messes in the bathroom. [he settles on the bed next to Hunter, sitting close enough that their shoulders touch] Don't look so sad about it, yeah? Or take it out on the poor flowers.

S’fine, yeh, I— it was long-winded an’— heh, yeh, [he smiles widely, happy to be hugged by Junayd, letting it linger for a little longer] Nah, yer not a shit mate, I like y’— won’ be leavin’ anytime soon, y’know tha’? [hugs him again] Can y’— well, not— not tha’ bad, [hesitates, grabs his hand, lets Junayd lead the way to his dormitory]

[Junayd feels a bit awkward with the extra hug but his cheeks turn pink and he feels pleasant and happy out in the hallway, leading him to his dorm while Hunter chatted, trying to feel nonchalant about the hand holding- friends do it, it's no big deal. He makes a point to walk a couple steps ahead to look like he's pulling Hunter, opening up the door when the get there- one of his roommates is in his bed working on an essay looks annoyed when Junayd walks in with Hunter, giving them a pointed look before he grabs his bag and storms out, probably to the library.] You should-- you should ignore him, he's just sort of a jackass who needs complete silence. 

[Hunter waits there for a while, leaning his head against the wall, hitting it a few times out of frustration. He sighs, twiddles his thumbs and begins to play with them, licking his lips and trying to think up the answer— but still arriving at nothing. Junayd comes out and Hunter looks up at him, smile immediately taking over his features] ‘Ey, I— ‘ow’er y’? [jumps to his feet] I, ‘ello… 

I-Iiii.... [he takes a deep breath and exhales it before stepping up and hugging Hunter quickly, sure he'll appreciate the gesture] How was your trip up- c'mon, yeah, we can go to my dorm, sorry for making you waiting out here- must've sucked, I'm like- I'm a shit mate, you've got that by now, yeah?

[Hunter sneaks out of his dormitories, past his dormmates and the kitchens, climbing the seemingly endless set of stairs that lead to the Ravenclaw House, the knocker gives him a riddle, and after various failed attempts at answering it, he sits on the floor, giving up, hoping that Jay remembers to come down and get him]

[Junayd lays nervously in his bed, tapping a quill on his thigh until he gets up and starts to pace instead, finally walking out in to the common room and trying to look casual. It takes him another few minutes before he remembers Hunter has troubles with riddles and leaves, finding Hunter sitting there on the floor while the Eagle Knocker impatiently puts its riddle forth again- Junayd doesn't both to answer it but instead gives Hunter a nervous smile] Sorry- forgot. To come get you. Should've remembered. Need- help off the floor? 

Yeah. Ok. I will!! Relly soon, give me a few minuts!

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