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When Nancy pulled away, only after giving you another deserved peck, she sighed happily. The backs of her soft fingers stroking against your cheek, while her knees moved up, so she could trail your sweet dress that bit higher, so it was becoming more immodest. “My sweet y/n. I think my baby deserves a treat. You want all of mommy’s attention?”

Nancy’s heart spiked, because she was desperate for your pleased reaction.

“Yes mommy! Please? I’ve been so good. Just want you so badly.” You started writhing smally under her. Not quite bucking, but excited for whatever Nancy had in mind, she was always so smart, well planned. “Will do anything, promise I’ll be good mommy.” You let her hear that last word even though it dissolved into a whine.

And Nancy chuckled lightly as she heard you, her thumb swiping over your lips as she held your jaw. “I know you are baby. You’ve been my good baby all this time haven’t you. No need to prove yourself today. Just want to love on my sweet, sweet baby.” And it was all Nancy did want to do. Her hands left, and she went to unbutton each individual clip on her shirt. Throwing it to the side, and even taking your hand and guding you to touch over her bra, just letting you feel, and ogle glossy eyed from below. All before she quickly got rid of that too. Then she shimmied away only slightly to kick off her pants as well. Now Nancy was only in her panties, but she thought she might be able to use them to play with you later.

“Now baby, can I help you get undressed my love?” Nancy asked, already stealing her hands under your dress to paw at your thighs. You nodded gleefully, and Nancy didn’t even make you speak, she just chuckled back and gave you another sweet kiss, staying with you as she helped you pull down the thin straps of your summer dress.

And by help, Nancy wanted to do it all herself. Letting you kiss at the inside of her arms and whine out loving phrases at her as she eagerly let you watch her helping you out. Taking care of everything for you. Like she wanted to!

She’d gotten to treat you so much in the fifteen minutes she’d had with you upstairs. Gotten to show you her new gifts, able to sweet talk you, shower you with hugs and kisses and soft and flirtatious touches. And now here she was, fingers pulling at the hem of your underwear, even though she knew she was going to keep control and take your dress off first, able to just watch you looking up at her with nothing but love in your eyes, and be able to give you that look back too.

Until Eddie opened the door.

“Hey guys Steve said I had to check all the- oh! Well hello.” Eddie looked a bit surprised in the doorway, but began smirking almost immediately. Taking an extra step inside the room, to lean against Nancy’s dresser, leaving the door wide open. “What are we up to?”

Meanwhile you squeaked and hid slightly behind Nancy’s arm, blushing and smiling over a bit at Eddie. Although you loved your boyfriend and he had definitely seen you like this before, you were so used to just having Nancy with you right now, being the one to take care of you.

But Nancy was frowning, nearly pouting, and moved her hands further up over your head. “There’s no we. Get out of here Eddie.”

Even though you were the sub today, Nancy was the one being quite clingy.

Nancy’s hands scrunched up the bedsheets, and she didn’t move from up above you. Seeing how Eddie was looking at you both with the same suggestive, but more new to the thrill, glint in his eyes that she had. “Noooo don’t do this she’s mine right now!”

Even Eddie seemed surprised, amused though, and he flickered his eyes playfully between you and her. “Nancy Wheeler are we not sharing!” He gasped, astonished at her.

Nancy was merely caught between a pout and a scowl.

“I thought you were better than this. Let me get some of the love. I’ve got tons of love to give!” Eddie opened his arms wide. Declaring it, but keeping his voice at a normal volume.

Nancy still kept her eyes on him.

“C’mon, we don’t have to tell the others Wheeler. What do you think baby?” Eddie directs the last question to you. And boy do you love his sweet brown eyes.

And wow... did he look so genuinely gleeful to see you. Mixed with the way his body was leaning which you knew meant he was happy to play. Eddie’s warmth, even from halfway in the room, was astonishing and enchanting.

But also, you were so enamoured with Nancy right now, and how much she’d just wanted you.

“She’s being my dolly go away!” Nancy clung on to you protectively. Holding the back of your head and neck, as she kept on all fours above you.

But while she stared off with Eddie, who was still deciding if he could get lucky, wanted to kept teasing, or would be good and leave you be, Nancy was paying close attention to him when his eyes started scoping down. And that’s when she felt warmth, your warmth, wet and around her breast.

Nancy looked back down, to see you sucking on her tit, with your hand holding her other.

They were just right above you. There. You’d been hypnotised.

Nancy kept looking down at you and saw you with just the prettiest eyes, just on her, showing you want her, you’re trying to make her feel better, that you need her, and your mouth bobbing dotingly around her nipple.

Nancy cradled the back of your neck, a soft gasp leaving her, and you both heard the muffled slap of Eddie’s hands against his legs as he seemingly gave in. Looking over only enough for you to see a smile on his face, as he quietly shut the door closed.

Your focus was completely on each other though. Nancy holding you in a less protective ‘back off she’s my baby’ way from before, and a more ‘oh, oh my god, I love you baby’ way.

Focusing more now Eddie had left, Nancy strokes your hair away from your sweet bobbing cheeks, sighing out with a “There’s a good girl.” Readjusting a bit so she could lay next to you, so you’re not having to crane your poor neck up as much.

Nancy moves so her arm is splayed near the side of your head, repositioning to lay down. But gives an “Oh...” as her tit slips out your mouth, and you whine with your eyes up on her immediately. But just as quickly Nancy’s guiding your head back towards it. And you sigh happily when she’s back in your mouth. Cradling the side of her chest, as Nancy lays down right next to you, on the soft bed while she sweetly strokes your cheek. “Therrre you go. My sweet y/n. You want me only don’t you baby?”

Nancy’s voice gets you to nod your head. Moving with a small huff of air as you latch yourself on to her other breast, swirling your tongue lavishly around her nipple, as you suck and pull contently.

“That’s it, I’ve got you. Mommy’s here. You’re being so good for me honey.” Nancy smiles, feeling a burst of pride swell in her chest. So happy you chose her, happy to watch you on her, to see you safe, and happy yourself, just being with her. And feeling so so good in your mouth. Just wanting to take care of you, her girlfriend, and she’s even more happy that not only do you let her, but she’s doing a good job at it. “I love you.”

You give a firm suck on Nancy before you pull back, a small trail of spit making her shiver, forcing herself not to close her eyes, even with your hot breath still on her exposed breast. But she’s so glad she doesn’t as you stroke over her chest, and your big eyes wobble up at her as you chime back “I love you too Nancy.”

She could die. Just collapse onto this bed, right on top of you, in a gooey puddle of mushiness at how you make her feel. But instead Nancy presses lots of kisses to your face. Her jaw hurting from how hard she’s smiling, including as she hears happy whines coming from you, as your hands shuffle to hold and lightly stroke at her face. She presses her kisses down until she’s laying them rewardingly at the top of your breasts, before looking up at you. One hand grasped around your thigh, the other on the buttons just below your cleavage, that’s bursting in the right sized, pretty dress, Nancy picked out for you.

“I’m gonna help you out now, okay baby?” Nancy looks up from fiddling with the buttons on your dress to your eyes, waiting until you nod.

And when you do, Nancy smiles, laughing through her teeth, lightly scraping them over the top of your breasts, she can’t hurt her baby, before helping you undo those buttons beneath your cleave and above your middle section. It was really only to tease you, since all she needed to do was pull your dress off.

Which is exactly what she does. Shuffling backwards and flying the bottom of your dress up, it landing on her fluffy hair as she keeps her head under your dress. Dying inside at your cute squeals as she places herself under there. Letting her fingers tease up your thighs and stomach, and laughing as she settles your legs down, placing them flat on the bed with her guiding and commanding hands, as she brushes her facial features, her nose, her lips, her chin, up your thighs, and letting her hair tickle you, which she knows it will.

It drives you wild. You’re sqeualing as you try and roll around, but to no avail with Nancy’s gentle positioning you back. Your hands fly out but Nancy’s deep under your flowy dress, and you end up only softly touching the outline of her head. “Naaancy.” You giggle, only squeaking as she playfully goes down to gnaw at your stomach, laughing under the material. “It’s mommy, baby.” She only laughs, and you buck your hips, feeling them lightly connect to some part of Nancy’s face, and you whine playfully at her. “Mommyyy, come on. Please?”

Nancy hums, unable to hide her still laughing sounds though, kissing at your soft tummy over and over. Leaving small trails of spit behind as she knows it’ll be more sensitive for you.

So you decide to keep going, and truth is, you melt into however Nancy wants to play, because she’s just so good at it. “I need your help to take off my dress please mommy?”

For just a second, you are without Nancy’s kisses. “Please mommy? It’s so hard. Want you to do it for me?”

Hot slick pools into the bottom of Nancy’s underwear.

“Fuckkkk...”

There was nothing else for a second or two from her, until you felt Nancy’s head gently falling against your thigh. And you smiled excitedly to yourself, as you knew you had your girlfriend wrapped around your finger.

Nancy threw the bottom of your dress back on top of you, so she was now visible. You saw how red her face was, her smile awed, and all you wanted to do was reach your hands out for her. “Mommy you’re so pretty.”

Nancy slid over, putting her full weight on top of you as she kissed wetly and moaning into your neck. “Fuck baby... My baby. You’re my prettiest girl.” Nancy grabbed your hands to hold in her own. Sighing, as she let her lower lip slide against your skin as she moved up to your ear, loving on your earlobe with her lips and teeth. “You’re so perfect for me.”

Nancy moved up, her eyes unmistakably hungry on you now, and still loopy with affection. You keep your hands reaching up for her as soon as she let go, grabbing where you can and beaming about it.

Nancy scrunches the bottom of your dress between her fists, and she licks at the tragus of your ear, before talking into it. “I’m going to eat you up baby.”

Nancy pulls your dress up above you. Of course she’d convinced you this was a braless dress, so she’d gotten to see some of her lover before when she was dolling you up.

And now Nancy couldn’t help but fall right on top of you as she got the dress past your head. Pressing her chest into yours and she bit her lips, keeping her lit up eyes right on yours as she finished rolling the dress up past your arms. Bucking her top half on top of you and gleaming when watching you roll beneath her in tandem.

“Mmmm... Such a good girl for me. How come I have the sweetest babygirl in the whole world?” Nancy lets her nipples brush against yours, and she kisses your lips when you squeal with delight. “Gonna take off your clothes down there too. Then I can really worship you.” Nancy slides her hand between both your stomachs, and pulls at the hem of your underwear. Making sure the bottom of the material was sliding nicely between your folds. “My sweet dolly. Being so good for me.”

You gasp, and Nancy keeps moving it further. “You want mommy to undress you baby? Or you think you can do it all on your own?” Nancy waits sweetly for your answer. Still pulling.

“Mmmm! You m-mommy! Please. Can you do it all for me?” Your eyes sparkle, your clit aching as Nancy toys with it, your soaked underwear moving with her spry fingers, and you can only buck more up into your top’s chest.

“Of course I can! Such a good dolly. Mommy can do everything for you, you’re being my good girl y/n for asking.” Nancy nuzzles her nose into the corner of your mouth dotingly. “I’ll take care of everything for you. You just wanna be mine and you’re gonna so be good? I know you are my sweet lovely girl.”

Nancy presses lots of kisses quick all over your lips, her fingers dawdling at your chin as she keeps your attention apt on her, right where she wants it. Her smile holding your eyes while she goes down, and slides your panties past your legs, kissing your knees and your calves as she goes, until she can throw them to the other side of the room. “There we go. Beautiful. Now I can see all of my baby.”

Your hand goes for Nancy’s hair, and she leans her head into your embrace with a warm huff of air. You try to bring her closer, but at the same time, your toes reach up and gently brush against the hem of her own underwear.

You hum your question. Nancy giggling as she looks down, hand brushing over your ankle. “Yeah sweetheart. Gonna get just like you too. So polite for asking mommy.” She nuzzles into your hand, and you feel your heartbeat quicken as she breathes in by your wrist, like she’s drinking you in. “My good girl y/n.”

Nancy removes her hands from your legs to kneel up and shimmy out of the last piece of clothing she had remaining, chucking it near your own, before crawling back over you. Not lying on top of you yet, but sighing over you. Watching you. Getting you to buck and plead “Mommy? Please, now?” As she just watches you with adoration and glee. Flicking her soft fingers against the hairs caught on your perfect lips.

“Have either of you seen the- oh woah.” Robin gripped the now open door to Nancy’s bedroom in slight surprise.

Meanwhile Nancy nearly growled over you. Her head sinking down. And you just bit your lip, quickly looking over at Robins still widening eyes, taking both her girlfriends in, before you brushed your fingers up against Nancy’s wrists. Trying to get her to look at you, to not give up on her first time playing alone with you in ages. And it worked, as at your touch, you brought a smile on your face for Nancy, and when she saw it, her whole expression relaxed too, smiling back only at you.

A smile was quickly finding its way onto the third girl’s features. A soft pink on her cheeks joining Robin’s raised pink lips. “Are we having a party?” Robin asks, that slight rasp coming into her voice, and tone optimistic.

“Robin, I love you. But piss off.” Nancy stonehardedly looks at her. Still right above you, just as it seems like she was moments earlier when she was interrupted. And now all she could hope was the other two wouldn’t go ratting to Steve as well. This was supposed to be her special time with you. She hardly got that! She just wanted one moment to relax and be with you, was that so difficult for everyone else?

“Yeowch.” Robin raised her eyebrows, before looking to you. Slightly amused, but that lust was clear in her eyes when you fell on them. With how raspy Robin’s voice was being right now as well, it was almost like you could feel her pull. Robin had been slightly more dominant this morning when kissing you. And now, with Robin surveying both you and her other girlfriends body language up and down, her face smoothed delightfully temptingly as she realised exactly what sort of situation she’d walked in to. And what exactly Nancy was doing with you. “Is mommy being mean to you baby?”

There was that pull again. Her voice was magnetic, and you were getting to such a good space with Nancy, that Robin reading what you two were up to so quickly, and playing along, was really causing a pleasant throb below your belly.

And when your blonde girlfriend stretched out her ringed fingers as if she was going to take you away and make sure she treated you so good, your eyes widened and your brain felt like it wanted to turn all fuzzy, as you started to reciprocate in moving your hand out to hold hers back.

“No! I’m being very good! I mean, I’m being nice!” Nancy grabbed your hand and gently, but quickly, pulled it back to your body.

You looked up at her like you were coming out of a trance. Suddenly you felt a little bad, as she placed your hand back on top of your chest, before letting go so she could balance again. You did want your special time with Nancy. You just got a little distracted, especially when Robin understood the game so quickly. With a small whine, you raised your hand up again to stroke at Nancy’s face. And when she looked down at you she seemed to feel better.

You do tilt your head over to Robin though. And Nancy follows your look, pleading eyes at Robin.

“It’s okay Robbie. I think we’re just having some special one on one time.” You nodded encouragingly at your girlfriend. Moving your head back to look into the big blue eyes of your other one, grasping the warmth of her face with your fingertips so lovingly. “She’s being really nice to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Your feet jostling a little, underneath her. Nancy was being so sweet on you.

Robin’s face relaxes a little, but she does keep smiling. “Ohhh I see. Well can I at least get a kiss?” She looks between you two, with one more shot, keeping her suave body language up the entire time.

But Nancy wasn’t falling for it. In fact now she was cold, horny, and extra just wanting you. “Uhhhm Eddie didn’t get one so that wouldn’t be fair.” Nancy stopped her in her tracks. Tilting her head in that pointed way that sometimes scared you truthfully. But her hands were stroking your hair the entire time, so you only felt comforted being under her right now. Protecting you from Robin’s watchful eye, although you hardly needed defending from that.

Robin bounces up, still in her act, and she slaps on the door faux excitedly. “I could go get Eddie right now!”

That’s when Nancy finally has enough, standing up and off the bed, marching over to Robin, while you roll to your side to watch her.

“Hey babe-“ Robin smiles, managing to at least stroke Nancy’s bare arms, even though she was entirely naked, but her words are quieter to you because Nancy slams the door on her last syllable. And then she locks it.

Nancy turns right back around to you, blowing hair by her face up with her exasperated sigh, shaking her head as she smiles at you, running and bouncing back on the bed, to which you try and help catch her. Excited to see her so happy.

“Okay! Sorry about that baby. No more distractions.” Nancy apologises, brushing her fingers over your nose. Positively having to bundle up her glee at watching you blink and shake your head so cutely at the motion.

You were both just glad to be back with each other.

You reach your hands out, feeling that need for Nancy once again, tugging at your heartstrings. “C’mere.” You ask, making slight grabby hands to get her attention. You really hoped there were no more unfair diversions.

“Ooh I’m sorry babygirl. Mommy’s here.” While Nancy is serious in wanting to fill you back up with her attention, she does still slightly giggle at her words. But she keep shuffling closer, and lets you hold her wherever you need. “I’m back, and for good this time.” Nancy kisses your lips. “No one’s stealing me from you again.”

Nancy presses your shoulders into the bed so you’re laying flat on your back again. And you watch her leg very purposefully swing over yours, clearly wanting you to notice it, even as she keeps her eyes deep on you the entire time.

“And definitely no one is stealing you from me.”

Nancy slots her lips between yours. Slowly at first, but moving her body up and down, as you finally settle your hands on her bare rib cage. Kissing her back with soft movements, letting her take control of the kiss, while you just keep trying to taste her longer.

When Nancy moves her hands to cup your breasts, you moan into her mouth. Arching appreciatively into her touch, especially since her bottom half is finally right on top of you, since she had to keep herself up. Nancy smiles into your kiss, eating up your sounds as she gently squeezes beneath your breasts, her tongue gliding over yours, as she effortlessly moves with your writhing hips. Humming as she finally releases her lips from yours, with one hand coming to sweetly grasp at your lovely face instead.

“Good girl.”

You whine, bucking hard up into your girlfriend, and Nancy only chuckles. Shushing you so nicely, as she brushes her finger over your needy lips. “Now you want to put that sweet mouth to use and get to play with mommy’s clit for a good long while?”

Your hands scramble to grab a hold of Nancy, anywhere, and you try to move to exactly where she can have you.

And Nancy laves deep wet kisses into your neck, adoringly humming into your skin, as you go. Because she knows that her offer of her lulling words is one of her girlfriends favourite things to do.

Percy looked at him quizzically when Ethan stopped dead on his speech. ‘You need to…?’

The tap on his shoulder freed Ethan from his staring reverie. ‘Oh, s – sorry. I need to have a quick word with him.’

Just so everyone knows, Ethan Nakamura never stutter. He always make a point when he speaks, and they usually come out in a snarky, biting way. He’s the kind of person who always win an argument, and stuttering never come to his mind. Until this time.

He was spared from another question with an amused smile from the boy. Feeling a tad curious, Percy looked back to try and see what really caused Ethan into a stuttering awkwardness and thankfully, the boy found nothing possible of the sorts.

‘Wait a mo, yeah? He’s changing for a bit.’

‘Yeah, sure.’

Ethan would be doomed if Jackson had known. Because there is only one person in the entire world who manages to leave him that astounding effect. And the gods had truly cursed him when the said person is no other than Luke Castellan.

Jokes of the world is on him.

Luke Castellan, Slytherin Quidditch captain’s extraordinaire, hottest boy in the seventh year, was looking all perfect in his sweaty half-nakedness glory in the middle of the tent. Someone threw the boy a water flask, and a single flex from his bicep as he expertly captured the flask sent Ethan’s heart fluttering. Madly.

It was just in the alignment of his stars when the blonde caught him staring, his eyebrows raised with his lips half-parted for a drink. It was also just another piece in his fortune cookie that Ethan’s mouth was hanging a tad too wide to be normal for a passer-by ogling a fit bloke. It was just his luck that Luke had to notice him. Shutting his lips tight, Ethan averted his gaze and awkwardly turned around the other way with the grace of a penguin on land.

Forget the penguin. He’s like a fucking mannequin. A total disgrace in the flirting department.

Fuck, I am so bloody dead.

He was about to move away from any sight when he heard someone coughed behind him. Praying to all deities he knew, he turned around carefully with a deep breath. And found himself face-to-face with Luke.

Ethan feigned a little gasp. Luke was looking at him with interest, his lips quirked into a small smile. Ethan felt his face getting hot as the scent of fresh pine leaves and sweat invaded his nostrils. And hot, delicious musk –

‘What can I do for a Gryffindor looking so lost in a tent stuffed with Slytherins?’ There’s a comfortable sultry in Luke’s voice, and Ethan wondered how it would feel to have it whisper dirty things in his ear. Something twitched in his trousers.

‘U – Uh.’

The universe is against him. His voice fucking cracked. Ethan tried again, but the nervous stammer to actually sound sensible and courteous was latching at him like a stupid blood worm. ‘J – Just waiting for a friend.’

Luke chuckled when Ethan lowered his gaze to avoid the iridescent of mischievous blue of his eyes. Bad move. Damn, those collarbones must’ve been carved on the tanned skin by one of the Muses herself. Who knew that Luke could look so comfortable and at ease with only his pants on? Hugging those visible hipbones just so, loosely fitting his strong frame.

‘Luke. Luke Castellan. And you are?’

Ethan slowly returned the handshake, memorising the calloused skin against his. ‘Ethan Nakamura.’

‘Pleasure.’ Well, pleasured he was.

‘Ethan?’ A familiar voice asked for his name, and Ethan looked past Luke to find Alabaster standing behind, cradling his Firebolt II with one hand and his bag with another. He let out a sigh of relief, and beckoned Alabaster to follow him quickly, a bit too eager (but disappointed, nevertheless) to leave the place.

‘Torrington, we need a hand with the Bludger!’ Alabaster gave out an annoyed groan and proceeded to dump his stuffs onto Ethan’s arms, muttering a silent ‘Wait a minute.’ He managed to balance the broomstick and his book together, but the bag unceremoniously fell down to the ground. Feeling Luke’s eyes still burning through him, he crouched a bit to retrieve the bag, feeling his face hot once again.

‘Here, let me help – ow!’ They were almost crouching together when Ethan took the bag, stood up abruptly and apparently hit Luke in the nose with the hilt of the Firebolt II. If his face was hot before, it would’ve melted off his skull by now.

‘Oh my gods, I am so sorry!’

‘No, it’s just a small thing.’

Ethan bowed in apology so low a house elf would be ashamed. Still clutching his nose, Luke chuckled deeply, sending shivers down Ethan’s spine, and patted his shoulder in a friendly manner. His hand lingered there for a few minutes, before moving up to tilt Ethan’s chin.

He mentally slapped himself for giving out a tiny squeak. The scrutiny of Luke’s gaze was unnerving, but his voice was brimming with curiosity. ‘Are your cheeks always this red, hm?’

‘Feeling a bit off today,’ Ethan said sheepishly, attempting to cover up the fact that his whole body was betraying him.

'Oh. I mean, not that it looks bad, because it does bring out your pretty skin.'

Wait, what? All things in his arms dropped.

The smirk playing on Luke's lips widened. 'And if you wanna make up for hitting my nose, you're welcomed to send me an owl,' the blonde continued, licking his lips with a wink. A fucking wink.

Ethan's arms did the weird flappy thing under his robes, looking so lost for words. And even when mercy, by the name of Alabaster, came in a flash, he still couldn't comprehend what was happening as his friend dragged him out of the tent.

'Bye!' Luke waved from afar, but Ethan was still dumbfounded that he couldn't bother to wave back.

Gods. Luke said Ethan has pretty skin. And was that a not-so-subtle hint to go out with him? Who the hell send owls for dates? Blonde Slytherin Quidditch captains, apparently.

He tilted my chin and said my skin is pretty. Ethan slipped on nothing and fell.

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The first time Luke spoke to Ethan after that fateful meeting was when he was huddled in a study group at one of the corner of the vast library, poring over a little book.

Or at least Luke considered it as a fateful one.

That warm hazel eye was filled with wonder when Luke noticed Ethan shamelessly checked him out that day, and those cheeks were deep red when the younger wizard was then caught staring. And honestly, Luke had thought that he was the one who was pining fruitlessly until he saw how obviously Ethan had been interested in him.

How easily he flustered under Luke’s gaze, and the tiny sounds he made whenever Luke touched a part of his body; it was absolute fascination. And since then, Luke has been dreaming of all the beautiful sounds Ethan could make if the boy was under his mercy, how red his skin would be if Luke would just savour and devour him.

Let’s just say Luke did his laundry regularly ever since.

He could recognise the fifth-year from afar, noticing the tight strap of his eyepatch making an indent across his undercut. Excitement bubbled up in Luke’s chest, and after making sure that his sandy blonde hair is on point, he hurried up towards the group of students crowding the particular table.

It was clear that Ethan was paying no mind to his surrounding as he read a copy of Advanced Potion Making, ignoring the discussion ongoing on his right and the presence of Luke on his left. From this viewpoint, Luke could make out the gentle bangs curling on his forehead, the slight pout of those soft-looking lips, and the graceful fingers flipping the pages; an imagery of comfort and serenity.

He could stay there forever and count all things of beauty that is Ethan Nakamura.

‘Nakamura?’ someone piped up. Ethan hummed softly, and Luke could tell that his eye was unmoving from the book. ‘There’s an odd Slytherin bloke at your left making heart-eyes at you. Can you make him go away?’ This time, Ethan did turn around, his face a display of surprise. ‘Luke! Oh, h – hello.’

‘Hey there.’ He huffed a laugh at the sight of a very confused Ethan. Looking around curiously, he added, ‘Fancy meeting you here,’ feeling satisfied with the colour rising on the other boy’s cheeks. Ethan let out a nervous chuckle. ‘Me too.’

‘’M glad. What are you doing?’ There was a few crumpled parchments and a half-used bottle of ink scattered on the table in front of Ethan, and Luke gestured at them in said question. The boy hesitated. ‘Oh, this. Homework?’

‘Liar.’ The blonde girl from earlier piped up once more, and Luke noticed how Ethan’s expression hardened. ‘He’s been trying to write a love letter asking for a certain ‘Luke’ out.’

Oh gods. He hadn’t expected that the boy would take that seriously, and Luke’s cheeks were hurting from grinning too hard. ‘Whoa, there!’ he held Ethan’s arm back from pointing his wand at his snickering friends in fury, petting the boy’s chest in a soothing manner. Ethan unconsciously let out a sigh, before realising what he did and ducked his head to hide his embarrassment.

‘Luke!’ A voice called out. Percy and his friend Piper were casually walking towards the boys, ignoring the librarian throwing dirty looks at them. Without any invitation of sorts, Percy dumped his arse next to Luke and dropped his head on the boy’s lap. Piper snorted, shaking her head before taking her own seat.

Chuckling lightly, Luke ran his fingers through the messy hair, causing Percy to hum appreciatively. ‘So, what’s with you now, hm?’ he asked, conscious of the presence of Ethan next to him. Percy muttered, ‘Annabeth’s making me study.’

‘I’m sure it’s not that bad.’

Percy whined, burying his face into Luke’s warm abdomen. ‘But it’s Potions.’

‘That evil girl,’ Luke laughed softly. There was an indignant sound on his right, and from the corner of his peripheral vision, Luke could see that Ethan had turned his body to the other side, making sure to keep a few inches between them. He could almost feel the tension building in between.

‘Luke.’ Still on her book, the tone in Piper’s voice almost sounded like a warning, and that girl could see through people’s emotions like the Daily Prophet, much like a goddess of love herself. He was stepping over the line. Percy was really making himself comfortable down there, not that Luke minded; he was used to Percy’s antics, having knowing him since the boy was twelve. He had no respect for other’s personal space.

But of course, Ethan didn’t know. Luke was really trying hard to impress him, but Percy was complicating the situation. Guiltily removing Percy’s head off his lap, he smiled apologetically as the boy raised one eyebrow in a questioning look.

Luke made a pleading face, tilting his head in the direction of Ethan. Please work with me here.

‘Uh, I’m pretty sure I saw Jason just a while ago. How about you keep him company…’ Instead of ruining my chance to woo a boy I really like, but of course Luke won’t say that aloud. ‘…because I’m sure he could use some.’

Percy brightened up instantly at the mention of his best friend’s name. ‘He is?’ he turned towards Piper, who was looking at him expectantly with a smirk. ‘C’mon, Pipes. I bet Jason has a nicer lap than Luke’s.’ He winked at Luke with a silent go get him, tiger. Apparently he’s not as oblivious as he looked. ‘I could use some nice ones to sleep on.’

‘And ruining Sparky’s life in the process, huh?’

‘You know me too well.’ In a flash, the two were gone.

The inexistent burden on Luke’s shoulder lifted a bit. Now, for the problem at hand. Awkwardly turning around to face Ethan, who looked more interested in the frayed corner of his book than him, he cleared his throat and said, ‘So.’ A bad way to start a conversation, really.

Ethan hummed to acknowledge his existence, but his eye was still fixed on anywhere else but Luke. Unsure of what to do, the blonde was about to take a piece of the crumpled parchments, just for the sake of showing his interest, when Ethan flicked his hand away. ‘Stop.’

The boy abruptly stood up, eliminated the rest of the wasted paper with a Vanishing spell and left without another word.

‘You are so screwed,’ one of Ethan’s friends said in earnest. Luke groaned as he buried his face in his hands.

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Three owls, two box of Chocolate Cauldrons and a singing letter that Ethan brutally destroyed later, they had their first date. Who knew Quidditch captains could be so persistent?

Honeydukes was not particularly full that afternoon. Ethan sat by himself on the sidewalk, chewing on pumpkin pasties as he watched a few goblins and what suspiciously looked like a vampire passed by.

He was not in a good mood. What could Luke possibly want, getting his hopes high like that before crushing them right in Ethan's face? With that Percy Jackson, no less. Ethan has absolutely no chance against that boy, being a renowned Seeker and all. And not to mention the school sweetheart. The more he thought about it, the more he believed that they would’ve been perfect together. Unlike him.

Maybe Ethan should accept his fate to be alone after all. It hurts a lot less.

'Hey. You're early.'

Ethan spun around to face the blonde, his face looking unimpressed. 'So. I'm busy. Tell me what you want.'

‘How about you stop with that frown and have a walk with me?’

‘How about no.’

Luke took a few steps towards him until they are facing each other. The lowly afternoon sunlight casted a brilliant gold highlighting the blonde’s hair, and Ethan’s heart lurched when he realised that this beautiful creature would unlikely to be his. He sighed, and steeled his gaze, refusing to look away from those beautiful blue eyes, and the scar on his left one which Ethan had badly wanted to kiss.

‘You didn’t strike me as the jealous type.’

Ethan squared his shoulders. ‘Merlin’s beard, you didn’t strike me as that clever! Another bad trait of me that you have to know in this friendship; I’m a possessive prick.’

‘Walk with me.’ Now how could he say no to that pleading eyes? ‘Please?’

Ethan realised that he shouldn’t have showed his dark side so prominently. He has no rights to say that to Luke, after all. He barely even knew what Luke really is; his favourite food, the way he read a book. Praying to whatever god to give him strength, he sighed and nodded briefly, tailing after Luke and making sure to keep a distance between them.

They crossed the main street of Hogsmeade and followed a crowded path towards what seemed to be the Three Broomsticks. Funny thing to have a ‘date’ in a pub. Not that Ethan really minded, though, he just seemed to see Luke as a romantic.

Or that was just him living his fucking daydream.

They haven’t exchange even a word when they entered the warm interior of the pub, and they were still silent when Luke offered Ethan a vacant seat on a table near the window, where a few students were having a meal and talking loudly. Luke took a seat opposite him.

A pretty witch walked up to their table, a small notebook and a quill fluttering along near her caramel locks. ‘Hello, there? May I have your order, sirs?’

‘Two Butterbeers. I think that’s it. Anything else, Ethan?’

Ethan shook his head tightly, trying hard not to order the blood of the bloke next to him because Luke just had to sit with Percy and his cronies.

‘Yeah, that’s it. Thank you, Calypso.’ The witch bowed briefly and walked away. Wrapping his arms around himself, Ethan tried to focus on the band playing the Weird Sisters’ famous hit. It didn’t help, because Luke just had to be the kind of bloke you can’t take your eyes off, and Ethan was barely managing. At least Percy has been sitting on his left, where his blinded left eye was supposed to see him, so Ethan could just pretend that the boy didn’t exist.

The silence between them demanded to be filled.

Their orders came in a flash, and it turned out not to be two Butterbeers, but a single plate of spaghetti bolognaise and some Muggle wine. Luke muttered a silent curse before excusing himself to make a complaint to the counter. Awkwardness returned with a vengeance.

‘Funny he didn’t notice me.’

‘So would you be glad if he did, then?’

Percy turned to look at him. ‘Pipes enchanted the notebook to write the wrong order so you two could play The Lady and the Tramp.’ The Native American witch grinned brightly at Ethan, which he promptly ignored.

‘Now what in the name of fuck is that?’

The boy laughed an airy lilting sound, which surprisingly eased Ethan’s tense figure. His sea green eyes twinkled knowingly when he started to speak. ‘Look. Ethan,’ he began, and Ethan was surprised that he was using his first name. ’I wanna say that I’m sorry.’

He didn’t like the sound of this. ‘What for?’

‘First things first. You have to know that Luke and I are just friends. Brothers, even, if you want to put it like that.’ There was an audible gulp. ‘Sure, I admit that I had a teeny-weeny crush on him once, but that was when I was twelve and a bit of an oaf.’

Percy smiled when Ethan finally turned to look at him, his face looking mildly surprised. The younger wizard sipped on his Firewhisky (from wherever hell did he got that), shuddering slightly before continuing, ‘And I assure you that I have none of that now. Luke looks at me like he looks at a younger brother, and he’s the kind of bloke who is really wary when it comes to love. He rarely shows interest in anyone. Well...’

Except me. That went unsaid by Ethan, but the look of Percy’s face clearly showed his agreement.

‘Yeah. Besides, I have my own share of blondes. So don’t worry about me taking yours, okay?’ Percy winked. By then, Ethan could make out a bespectacled blonde next to the boy, who turned out to be Jason, immersed deeply in a Quidditch magazine. He watched on as the boy licked his scarred lip before flipping to the next page.

His only interest is me.

‘It takes time to trust him. Hold on tight, and I promise you he’ll stay.’

Far at the counter, Ethan could see Luke still talking to the manager with a scowl on his face. He wondered what's going on. His mind was a bit addled by the revelation.

‘And keep your lap nice and warm. I might sleep on them too.’

Oh. Ethan racked his brain for being so slow to realise that he had gained a new friend. Chuckling at the statement, Ethan bumped Percy’s fist with a tiny smile gracing his lips.

‘For the record, you’re smarter than you look.’ At that, Percy gave his best dumb smile.

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The Lady and the Tramp turned out to be a nice afterthought for a dinner in a pub, as he found out from Percy’s story. They didn’t get to kiss, though. However, they did talk for a bit.

Cold October evening gave way to the chilly winds billowing through the wizarding town as the unlikely pair walked along a secluded street. The distance between them was closed, and though Luke was surprised, he could see that Ethan was no longer as hostile as he was that afternoon. The younger wizard looked rather deep in thought, his face half-hidden with the gold and red scarf wrapped around his neck and his eyebrows scrunched in a little frown.

Luke thought that it was a little cute.

Just as he thought that the boy wouldn’t say another word, Ethan broke the silence. ‘Where are we going, actually?’

Luke smiled. 'Wherever our feet take us.'

Ethan side-eyed him with a glare until he laughed. 'Okay, okay, I'm kidding! But honestly, I don't know.'

'Would it be creepy if I say I’ll follow you wherever you wanna go?'

They have arrived to the border of the town that made way to the forest beyond. When Luke heard that, he felt something fuzzy in his stomach and his heart beat a little faster. Ethan said that almost warily, like a child to a stranger, a worried expression clouding his face, and Luke would be damned if it didn’t move him.

In answer, Luke grabbed hold of Ethan's hand. His palm was surprisingly soft, and Luke wondered how it would feel to have Ethan’s hands grip his shoulders as Luke just takes him. His face heated up at the thought. Glancing at the boy, who has a tiny smile on his lips, Luke felt the sudden urge to take things a lot further.

‘Only if you trust me.’

‘Well, you have to prove yourself, then.’

The statement had Luke grinning. ‘Allow me,’ he said as his feet came to a halt and his other hand hold Ethan’s. Colours rose into the boy’s cheeks as Luke crowded into his space without notice. ‘Ready?’

There was a hint of alarm in Ethan’s voice. ‘R – Ready? Ready for what?’

It was mere seconds when their surrounding suddenly changed, its place taken by a violent wind. He felt like suffocating, the sensation of being squeezed through a pipe, and when Ethan opened his eye, they were in the middle of nowhere he knew. Luke released him from his hold, and feeling disoriented, it took Ethan quite an effort to stand properly.

‘You can Disapparate?’

The grin from Luke told him that the blonde had more tricks up his sleeve. His hand was still being held by the older boy, and Ethan found no need to let go. Luke led him deeper into what seem to be the forest surrounding the valley, the leaves bearing shades of red, brown and gold, and the woods tall and elderly.

Luke abruptly stopped in front of a small den on the foot of a small hill, causing Ethan to bump into his strong back. ‘Let’s meet my other family.’

‘What?’

As if on cue, there was a few scuffling coming from the den, and he could make out a shadow of a creature crouching low, its snout raised in alarm. Luke whistled a soft tune. There was silence, and just as Ethan was about to ask what was it that he’s doing, a beautiful red fox came out, its head tilted in curiosity.

‘There’s my good girl.’

The fox must’ve recognised her visitor immediately, jumping about and nuzzling its jaw to Luke’s long legs. There was a few squeaks and yips before three more adorable tiny foxes came tumbling out of the den.

‘Merlin, she has babies!’ Ethan squealed in delight, and the pleasant sound had Luke’s heart stuttering. It was a sound of pure unadulterated joy, and the way Ethan’s face reddened with merriment almost had Luke out of his composure.

‘I’ve been visiting her every time I go to Hogsmeade.’ He chuckled when one of the pups tried to catch a spark of light Ethan had been conjuring with his wand, its little paw swiping the air. ‘The mother, who was pregnant back then, was trapped under a fallen pine tree. I saved her and we’re basically siblings ever since.’

Why must Ethan looked at him like he’s the best person in the world? With that widened eye and lips parted in wonder, no less. Luke gulped at the sight.

‘Maybe when I’m older, I’m gonna register as an Animagus. And being a fox would be on top of my list.’

‘That’s really nice.’

He hummed in agreement. ‘Look, it is hunting time. She’s teaching her pups to search for food.’

The sky was now painted in brilliant hues of orange, red and pink, signalling the arrival of dusk. Ethan made a disappointed sound at the back of his throat, waving goodbye as the last pup gave his finger a playful nip and hopped away to follow its mother.

They stood up together, brushing the dirt off their clothes. Luke sat down on a nearby large stone and beckoned Ethan to do the same. The way Ethan’s arms were swinging back and forth told Luke of the nervousness of what they’ll be doing next, but the awkwardness gave him time to think, and just when he was about to suggest getting back, the boy beat him to it.

‘Luke, I’m sorry.’

Honestly, that apology didn’t occur to him to be what Ethan would do first.

‘I was being a jerk. I shouldn’t have acted like that, but you keep spurring me on and I really thought that you’re really into it.’ Ethan took another deep breath, clasping his palms together. ‘And then Percy happened, and really it was a good thing in a way, for you to know that I’m a sadistic egoistical prick who’s just possessive and envious and by that you can decide what you would do, and what you really want us to be what –‘

It took a few seconds for the gears in Ethan’s head to work that Luke had shut him up with a kiss.

They broke apart, and Ethan questioned what kind of life he has led before because that kiss was everything that he ever wanted.

‘Haven’t I told you that I only have eyes for you?’

‘You haven’t.’

‘Then shut up and let me kiss you.’

He couldn’t get enough. Ethan’s lips was plush and soft and the way they moved awkwardly against Luke’s allowed him to guide the younger boy properly for another. And another. He gently nipped at Ethan’s lower lip, coaxing the boy to allow entrance, eliciting a soft moan tumbling into pants against his lips. His tongue still has a hint of the Butterbeer sweetness and there was the fullness of his lips. Just his lips.

He released Ethan’s lips, and rested his forehead against his. Their breaths intermingled into the other, and has he tell yet that Ethan smelt like sugary butter? And that intoxicating fruity sweetness that Luke tasted as he peppered his kisses along the boy’s soft jaw and the way Ethan whimpered when Luke nibbled his ear just right and just –

Let’s just say that the boy was perfect.

Well, he did growl a bit when Luke stroked his eyepatch, but other than that, the tiny needy sounds that Ethan made as Luke devoured his mouth was just exhilarating, as was the way his hands clutched the front of Luke’s sweater like his life depended on it. Luke rested his hands on the boy’s soft cheeks, pulling and grabbing the soft tresses of black glossy hair gently and just peppering his cheeks and eyelashes with feverish kisses and just. His. Skin.

As if having a life of their own, Luke’s hands travel lower, relishing the lean figure of Ethan, traveling lower and lower until his thumbs hooked on Ethan’s jeans. And just when he was about to pull them down, there was Ethan’s hand on his and Ethan’s teeth on his lower lip. Biting a tad too hard.

‘Ow!’

‘You barely even take me to a date and now you’re trying to get into my pants?’

‘Oh, come on, babe.’

Ethan grunted a small ‘No,’ with his face blushing hard, and attacked Luke with his lips again. Giving up, Luke kissed him back with the same passion, relishing the way Ethan just being Ethan with his beautiful hazel eye half-lidded and his groans and moans essentially satisfying the hunger that bubbled in the pit of Luke’s stomach.

The sun was almost disappearing behind the horizon and they were still catching up all those months of needing each other, drawing the picture of one another, exploring their bodies in intimacy and passion and mostly, building trust.