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we can all agree that steve’s a pure blood. there ain’t one ounce of muggle blood in his line. he is, however, the first hufflepuff in years. his mother and father were both slytherins, his grandmother a griffyndor, and his grandfather a ravenclaw. according to his father hufflepuffs are rather useless. so imagine his father’s fucking disappointment when steve comes home with hufflepuff colors on. 

billy’s mom was a witch, and one of the best in her class before she died. his father, however, is a muggle and fully planned on hiding billy’s magical side from him. he would have succeeded, too, if he hadn’t been at work when the owl arrived. if billy hadn’t hid the letter and started saving up the money he made mowing neighborhood lawns and cleaning pools. see, billy’s mom raised him on stories of magic and make believe whenever his dad wasn’t around. and billy. well, he never forgot those stories.

he reads about the history of hogwarts on the train ride there and decides, very strongly, that he’d be the perfect gryffindor and, of course, the sorting hat agrees.

he watches some boy with too much hair get sorted into hufflepuff and doesn’t blame the kid for looking totally dejected. hufflepuff seems kind of boring to billy, too. 

he meets that boy for the first time on the quidditch field. his name is steve and he’s a new recruit keeper for the hufflepuff team. billy’s one of gryffindor’s new beaters and he grins real wide when he meets them and says, “we’re going to win. just so you know.” and billy’s totally aware that their teams are supposed to be cordial or whatever but that’s not how billy plays muggle sports, and the only thing different with quidditch is that he can fly, so. he’s not there to be friendly, he’s there to win. except. they don’t win, hufflepuff does. and they win because harrington is fucking quick. like god damn lightning. it’s impressive. and aggravating. he doesn’t miss the smug look harrington throws him at the end of the match, either.

+ turns out the competitive spirit born between them that day doesn’t die. not for one god damn second. they only get worse as the years pass. they compete in class, on the field. any-fucking-where they can manage. and by year six they’re both the captains of their respective teams and slytherin is no longer gryffindor’s rival. hufflepuff is. 

++ that rivalry comes to a head when the tri-wizard tournament comes around the corner. each school gets one competitor. it’s the ultimate challenge before the actual challenge. billy puts his name in. steve puts his name in. billy’s name pops back out in a plum of fire and smoke and gryffindor cheers like they’ve won the house cup. across the room, the hufflepuffs look dejected, but harrington looks worse. billy just smirks and tosses him a wink. 

+++ billy’s surprised when steve walks into his tent right before the first challenge. it’s dangerous-- all the challenges are-- but billy feels too much adrenaline to really be worried about it. he won’t be scared until he’s on death’s doorstep, that’s just the kind of guy he is. but harrington? christ, harrington looks like he hasn’t slept a wink. he steps up, right into billy’s space, and billy stiffens like he expects the brunette to punch him. instead he says, “you know someone died the last time the tournament was held” and billy’s face scrunches up before he goes, “yeah, ‘cause voldemort killed him--” and when harrington doesn’t respond he goes to add “--but he’s dead so it’s fine.” except he doesn’t get the words out, because suddenly harrington’s lips are on his, desperate and a little forceful, and billy’s kissing back before he even really comprehends the situation.

he barely has time to enjoy it before harrington’s pulling back and the horn is sounding, signaling the start of the first challenge. he looks real serious when he goes, “just don’t fucking die, hargrove” before he’s out of the tent, leaving billy to reel over what just happened alone.

++++ billy wins the tournament. every house cheers. he accepts the cup with a wide, dazzling grin, and shining eyes. eyes that search for harrington in the crowd and don’t leave him for one fucking second once they find him. 

spoilers ahead, obviously