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FIC: The Not-So Secret Diary Of... [2/??]
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thilia
Title: The Not-So Secret Diary Of...
Pairing: Georg/Gustav
Rating: G, so far...
Warnings: AU - Hogwarts!
Word Count: ~7,200, so far
Notes: Forhexenhasel, who gave me the prompt/summary. It was supposed to be a oneshot but... I can't write short things? ;) Also, there will be a Bill/Tom part in the same universe, for lilliephoenix :)
Gustav is a Hufflepuff and secretly in love with Georg, the Gryffindor's star Quidditch seeker. Only, one day... Gustav accidentally leaves his personal diary behind in the library and Georg is the one to find it.
Chapter 1
Back in his room, Gustav tried to sleep. He was in his pyjamas, teeth brushed, face washed, curtains drawn – but he couldn't seem to relax and let sleep wash over him. Too recent were the events of the night, and he was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Over and over, he recapped the events of the night, trying to understand them.
He had been watching Georg since his first day at Hogwarts. Their eyes had met a couple of times over the years, but that was all. But Georg had said he'd noticed him. And to notice him, he had to look at Gustav, right? But with Gustav's eyes on Georg whenever they were in the same room – how was it possible that Gustav had missed the other boy looking at him?
He rubbed his forehead and stared up at the dark ceiling. Once again, he lifted his fingers to his lips; lips that were still tingling from the kiss Georg had given him. He could still feel the other boy's hands on his cheeks, firm and gentle at the same time, as he'd leaned forward and pressed those beautiful, soft lips to Gustav's.
He had been kissed. He still couldn't believe that had really happened, and was half-convinced that he'd imagined it. It had been his first kiss, unsurprisingly, and his heart skipped a beat whenever he realised that he'd got his first kiss from the Love of his Life.
He rolled onto his side, trying once again to close his eyes and fall asleep, but he knew he couldn't do that until he knew what he was going to do. Georg expected an answer. Georg expected him to say hello to him and tell him if Gustav wanted to 'hang out' with him – and maybe even date him.
Of course, Gustav didn't have to even think about his answer. It was obvious that he would say yes – yes to hanging out and yes to dating. But at the same time, his heart began to speed up whenever he imagined spending time with Georg. He was nervous – beyond nervous. Even when there was a safe distance between them, Gustav's brain shut down whenever he looked at Georg, which would be a Very Bad Thing in a situation where he would actually have to talk to him.
There was another problem, though. Gustav wasn't sure how to approach Georg. Just walking up to him and addressing the previous night… he wasn't sure he could do that. Georg was rarely alone; always surrounded by his friends and admirers, so it would be nearly impossible to catch him on his own.
Finally giving up on sleep entirely, Gustav sat up and reached for his glasses and wand, murmuring, "Lumos". He slid his glasses onto his nose, then grabbed the diary that was now safely hidden under his pillow. He wasn't going to ever take it with him again – the risks of losing it and someone unwanted finding it were too great. He opened the book with another spell, then gently caressed the note Georg had sent him earlier, looking down at the words on the yellowish parchment – and realising that this had to be the only way to contact Georg without making a fool of himself. He would send him a note; that way, he could think about what he was going to say, and (probably) wouldn't die while waiting for Georg to reply.
He turned a few pages in his diary, wondering which entry it was that Georg had read. He hoped it was one of the less embarrassing ones. He still wasn't sure if Georg really had only read one entry; he knew he himself wouldn't be able to resist reading the whole thing. But Georg was a Gryffindor – honourable and all that stuff – so he was quite sure the other boy had told him the truth.
He flipped to the end of the notebook and tore out a page, using a spell to cut off the edge of it. Then he reached for his quill and thought for a long moment before writing the short letter he planned to give to Georg the next morning.
Satisfied with his words, he folded the paper and made sure it was safely tucked into the diary before he turned off the light on his wand, and slid back under the covers. It took another few minutes before he finally succumbed to his exhaustion, but when he did, he dreamed of Georg and those beautiful lips against his own…
***
"So. Are you going to tell me where you disappeared to last night after dinner?"
Georg rolled his eyes; this was the third time in about ten minutes that Tom had asked him this question, and he still wasn't inclined to answer. He ate a waffle and glanced over to the Hufflepuff table, smiling when his eyes met Gustav's, and the other boy flushed and looked down. God, he was adorable…
"Who're you looking at?" Tom's poke brought him back to reality a moment later, and he gave his friend a slightly annoyed look as he finished his waffle.
"No one," he said matter-of-factly. He wasn't going to reveal his interest in Gustav just yet; not until he knew what the other boy's answer would be. He wasn't sure Gustav was comfortable with anyone knowing about them, so until he'd discussed this with him, Tom would have to suffer – which was something Georg enjoyed immensely. His friend wasn't used to being denied anything, so Georg made sure to torture him whenever he could.
"You so are," Tom grumbled. He sat up and eyed Georg sceptically while Georg just smiled innocently and finished his pumpkin juice. "Did you meet a girl? Is she with someone else? Is that the reason you don't want anyone to know?"
Georg snorted and shook his head, brushing his hair behind his shoulder as he leaned back. "No, no, and no. And now back off, Tom. I'm not going to tell you, so you might as well give up."
"But whyyy?" Tom whined, making Georg chuckle. Then he got up, since classes were about to start.
"Because," he said, shouldering his bag, "you don't have to know everything."
Ignoring Tom's indignant gasp, he turned around and walked away, risking another glance at the Hufflepuff table as he did and biting his lip in disappointment when he saw that Gustav had already left. Oh well. He would see him in History of Magic at the latest.
The first classes of the day were uneventful, and Georg found himself counting the minutes. He couldn’t wait for it to finally be three o'clock, and he wondered if Gustav was going to talk to him. He knew the other boy was shy, so he wouldn't pressure him. Gustav had been watching him – the diary had revealed that much – but he still didn't know if Gustav was going to say yes to spending time with him. It was exciting, in a way, because usually, Georg didn't have to worry about people saying no to him. Everyone seemed to want him, and while Georg didn't really get what anyone saw in him, he wasn't going to complain.
But with Gustav, it was different. Because this time, he actually desperately wanted him to say yes. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but in the past couple of months, he'd become increasingly infatuated with the Hufflepuff. He knew they'd had classes together for years now, but it wasn't until two months ago that he'd finally really noticed him. It had been an ordinary Potions lesson, and they'd had to brew the Draught of Living Death. Georg had been about to finish his admittedly poor version of the potion when there had been a loud bang. When he'd turned around, Gustav had been bent over his cauldron, his face black, and his short, blond curls standing up in every direction. Everyone had laughed, and the black soot in Gustav's face had been joined by a lovely bright red flush. It had been the most endearing thing Georg had ever witnessed, and from that day on, he'd started paying more attention to the boy, hoping to see that lovely blush again.
He'd been planning to talk to him for a long time now, and the diary had finally given him the opportunity he'd been waiting for. The kiss he'd given him the night before hadn't been planned or expected but it had been necessary to convince Gustav that his intentions were pure. Georg had been thinking about Gustav's lips all night, and wondered if Gustav would ever let it happen again.
Finally, it was time for History of Magic, and Georg's eyebrows shot up when he spotted the folded piece of paper on his desk. He picked it up and slipped it into his pocket, deciding to wait until Tom was asleep – he always used this class to catch up on sleep – before he read it. He glanced up at Gustav, smiling when he found him bent over a book. He knew the note had to be from him.
Professor Binns started the lesson, and like every other student in the room, Georg wasn't sure what he was talking about at all. Beside him, Tom was snoozing and Georg finally retrieved the note from his pocket, unfolding it and reading it eagerly.
Georg,
If you're still interested in hanging out, I'd love to. If you've changed your mind, I completely understand and you don't have to feel obligated to say yes – you won't hurt my feelings. But if you do want to meet up sometime… I'd really like to. I have time today after classes. I always have time, actually, so… whenever you want and have time. It doesn't have to be today, though, so take your time and let me know.
Gustav
A smile tugged on the corners of Georg's mouth and he reached for his quill, jotting down a response.
Gustav,
Of course I still want to. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure. I always have time, too. I have Quidditch practice after school, and I'd like it if you came to watch – if you're interested. If not, we could meet up afterwards. By the lake at 8?
Georg
With a flick of his wand, he sent the note over to Gustav, smiling when the other boy flinched a little. He held his breath as he waited for Gustav's reply, and gave him a smile when Gustav turned around to toss the note back to him. A flush worked its way up Gustav's neck and up to the tips of his ears before he turned around again, and Georg couldn't suppress a small grin.
Then he focused on the note; his grin widening as he read it.
Georg,
I'd love to see you play and I'll wait for you after practice.Can't wait I'll see you then.
Gustav
Georg sighed happily, not missing the crossed out words. He thought for another moment, then sent the letter back with the words:
I can't wait.
The tips of Gustav's ears were glowing and Georg smiled. Then he leaned back, snorting when Tom suddenly murmured something about trolls in the dungeons and jumped up from his seat as he woke up from what had to have been a nightmare. He managed to calm his friend down and assure him that there were no trolls in the dungeons – and if there were, he would protect him.
For the rest of the lesson, he stared at the back of Gustav's head, smiling to himself as a feeling of excitement for their upcoming meeting spread in his stomach and made his heart speed up.
***
Gustav had never worried about the way he looked before. Having to wear his school uniform and robes every day, he'd never even thought about whether the clothes he wore at home were fashionable or not. But now that he was going on a date – was it even a date? – he found himself rummaging through his closet on the search for something reasonably okay-looking to wear.
Of course he could avoid it by just showing up in robes, but since it might be a date, he wanted to look good for the other boy. He finally settled on jeans and a black and grey jumper, which would hopefully be good enough for Georg.
He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to muss his hair a little but giving up after five minutes because it was a hopeless case. When he was good to go, he pulled on simple black robes over his outfit, and finally left the common room. His grip tightened on his book – which he'd taken in order to make it seem less suspicious for him, a Hufflepuff, to be down there, watching the Gryffindors train – as he walked through the mostly empty corridors on his way down to the Quidditch pitch.
He wasn't terribly interested in Quidditch – not being sportive or talented enough to play himself – but he hadn't missed a single game in his six years at Hogwarts. He loved watching Georg play. Everyone who'd seen the other boy on his broom up in the air knew that he was made to be a Seeker.
His heart skipped a beat when the Gryffindor Quidditch team exited the changing rooms and made their way onto the field in full gear. He held his breath when Georg looked up for a moment; a smile lighting up his face when he spotted Gustav. Gustav's face heated up and he glanced down at his book, only looking up again when Georg was mounting his broom.
He took a moment to admire the other boy's elegance as he pushed himself off and soared up, his hair wild as the wind ruffled it. While the other players were busy throwing Quaffles and Bludgers at each other, Gustav only had eyes for Georg who was circling the field, looking for the Snitch. He doubted Georg actually needed practice at all – he always seemed to be the first one to spot the small, golden ball.
Fifteen minutes later, the book on his lap was forgotten and he still couldn't tear his eyes off Georg. His heart stopped for a moment when Georg's eyes met his, and he even managed a little smile. Georg returned it – but then his eyes focused on something else, and Gustav held his breath, his eyes widening when Georg whirled his broom around and shot in his direction. Turning his head, he spotted the Snitch right beside him.
Seconds later, Georg was in front of him, his hand wrapping around the ball as he gave Gustav a brilliant smile.
"Hey you," Georg said, his voice breathy and slightly raspy. Gustav shivered and felt himself blush yet again.
"Hi," he whispered, but Georg was already gone, his feet touching the ground as he held up the hand that was still firmly wrapped around the Snitch. Practice was over for Georg then, and Gustav's heart picked up its pace as he watched the other boy disappear into the changing rooms after he'd given Gustav a sign to wait for him.
Their date – or hanging out session, or meeting, or… whatever – was about to start, and Gustav could feel a drop of sweat trickling down the back of his neck.
He wasn't ready. He didn't know what to say. What if they ran out of things to say to each other and the date would be a disaster? What if Georg figured out he didn't like him after all? What if…
He closed his eyes as he stood up, forcing himself to be as calm as he could be. If Georg didn't like him, and this was going to be their first and last date, then Gustav would deal with it. He hadn't really allowed himself to get his hopes up in the first place, so no matter what happened, he would be prepared for it.
He made his way to the lake as fast as he could. He'd considered waiting in front of the changing room but had discarded the idea since he wasn't sure if Georg wanted anyone to know they were meeting up. So he waited by the lake, trying not to let panic overcome him.
Needless to say, Gustav had never been on a date before. He didn't have any real friends either. He got along well with most of his housemates, and had some acquaintances he talked to every once in a while but he didn't really belong to a group or clique – not like Georg. He had no experience whatsoever when it came to dates or hanging out with friends, so he hoped he wouldn't screw up his first chance at actually getting a real friend – or, he dared not think about it, boyfriend.
The thought that Georg might actually want to be his boyfriend was still unfathomable to him, so he tried to think small, and hope that at least a friendship with the gorgeous Gryffindor was possible.
He saw movement from the corner of his eyes, so he turned and saw Georg walking towards him. He lost his breath for a moment, wondering how it was possible for one person to be so bloody beautiful. Georg was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt with a hoodie over it. The tips of his long hair were slightly wet from taking a shower – and that was something Gustav refused to think about because imagining Georg naked and wet, droplets of water sliding down that muscular body would make him hard instantly – and an erection was the last thing he needed right now.
"I'm glad you came," Georg said when he reached him, giving him a sweet smile that made Gustav's knees weak. His own ability to speak seemed to have disappeared, and he rubbed the sweaty back of his neck awkwardly as he tried to return the smile.
"Hello," he said lamely, earning another wide, white smile.
"I was thinking we could take a walk to Hogsmeade," Georg offered after an awkward moment of silence. "I know we're technically not allowed to but…" He trailed off and shrugged, and after swallowing hard, Gustav finally seemed to find his voice.
"Sure!" he said a little too enthusiastically. He'd never done anything forbidden before – but he would do anything for Georg, even break school rules. "I'd love to."
Another smile flitted over Georg's handsome features, and together, they started making their way to the small village on the outskirts of the school grounds. Nervously, Gustav wiped his ridiculously sweaty hands on his trousers, frantically trying to think of something to say to Georg. He wasn't going to assume Georg would lead the conversation, and he wanted to show Georg that he wasn't completely useless.
"You were-"
"I'm glad you-"
They started talking at the same time, and Gustav cursed his bad timing. He flushed, and they both let out a soft chuckle, trying to cover up the awkwardness. Georg slid his hands into his pockets and Gustav clung to the book in his hand, trying desperately to make his heart slow down. If he continued like this, this date would seem like the longest in history. He'd assumed it would be a little awkward but this was going to kill him.
"You first," Georg said with a smile, giving him a sidelong glance.
Gustav cleared his throat, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. "I was just going to say that you were amazing before. On the broom, I mean."
He was rewarded with a sweet smile. "Thank you," Georg said. "Do you play?"
Gustav shook his head. "Me? Oh no, no, no. I can't even fly straight. I'm afraid of heights."
"Oh," Georg said, nodding. "Not the best circumstances to become a Quidditch player."
"Yeah," Gustav said, giving him a small smile.
Silence fell over them once again when they reached Hogsmeade and made their way along the path between the colourful shops and houses.
"The Three Broomsticks?" Georg offered after a moment. "I could use a Butterbeer."
Gustav nodded in agreement; maybe walking and talking was not the best combination right now, and things would be less awkward if they could just sit for a while.
The silence was threatening to become even more uncomfortable, so Gustav asked, "What were you going to say before?"
"Hmm?" Georg asked, then smiled. "Oh. Just that I'm glad you agreed to meet me. I was looking forward to this all day."
Gustav's knees gave out at that statement and he stumbled as they reached the Three Broomsticks, and he just managed to grab the doorknob before he'd embarrassed himself even further.
"Oh, uh… thank you," he stammered while Georg just grinned and opened the door, entering the pub. Gustav took a moment to steady himself, his head once again bright red. Taking a deep breath, he followed Georg inside, wondering how much of an idiot Georg already thought he was, and if he was going to make it through this date alive.
Chapter 3...
thiliaTitle: The Not-So Secret Diary Of...
Pairing: Georg/Gustav
Rating: G, so far...
Warnings: AU - Hogwarts!
Word Count: ~7,200, so far
Notes: For
hexenhasel, who gave me the prompt/summary. It was supposed to be a oneshot but... I can't write short things? ;) Also, there will be a Bill/Tom part in the same universe, for lilliephoenix :)Gustav is a Hufflepuff and secretly in love with Georg, the Gryffindor's star Quidditch seeker. Only, one day... Gustav accidentally leaves his personal diary behind in the library and Georg is the one to find it.
Chapter 1
Back in his room, Gustav tried to sleep. He was in his pyjamas, teeth brushed, face washed, curtains drawn – but he couldn't seem to relax and let sleep wash over him. Too recent were the events of the night, and he was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Over and over, he recapped the events of the night, trying to understand them.
He had been watching Georg since his first day at Hogwarts. Their eyes had met a couple of times over the years, but that was all. But Georg had said he'd noticed him. And to notice him, he had to look at Gustav, right? But with Gustav's eyes on Georg whenever they were in the same room – how was it possible that Gustav had missed the other boy looking at him?
He rubbed his forehead and stared up at the dark ceiling. Once again, he lifted his fingers to his lips; lips that were still tingling from the kiss Georg had given him. He could still feel the other boy's hands on his cheeks, firm and gentle at the same time, as he'd leaned forward and pressed those beautiful, soft lips to Gustav's.
He had been kissed. He still couldn't believe that had really happened, and was half-convinced that he'd imagined it. It had been his first kiss, unsurprisingly, and his heart skipped a beat whenever he realised that he'd got his first kiss from the Love of his Life.
He rolled onto his side, trying once again to close his eyes and fall asleep, but he knew he couldn't do that until he knew what he was going to do. Georg expected an answer. Georg expected him to say hello to him and tell him if Gustav wanted to 'hang out' with him – and maybe even date him.
Of course, Gustav didn't have to even think about his answer. It was obvious that he would say yes – yes to hanging out and yes to dating. But at the same time, his heart began to speed up whenever he imagined spending time with Georg. He was nervous – beyond nervous. Even when there was a safe distance between them, Gustav's brain shut down whenever he looked at Georg, which would be a Very Bad Thing in a situation where he would actually have to talk to him.
There was another problem, though. Gustav wasn't sure how to approach Georg. Just walking up to him and addressing the previous night… he wasn't sure he could do that. Georg was rarely alone; always surrounded by his friends and admirers, so it would be nearly impossible to catch him on his own.
Finally giving up on sleep entirely, Gustav sat up and reached for his glasses and wand, murmuring, "Lumos". He slid his glasses onto his nose, then grabbed the diary that was now safely hidden under his pillow. He wasn't going to ever take it with him again – the risks of losing it and someone unwanted finding it were too great. He opened the book with another spell, then gently caressed the note Georg had sent him earlier, looking down at the words on the yellowish parchment – and realising that this had to be the only way to contact Georg without making a fool of himself. He would send him a note; that way, he could think about what he was going to say, and (probably) wouldn't die while waiting for Georg to reply.
He turned a few pages in his diary, wondering which entry it was that Georg had read. He hoped it was one of the less embarrassing ones. He still wasn't sure if Georg really had only read one entry; he knew he himself wouldn't be able to resist reading the whole thing. But Georg was a Gryffindor – honourable and all that stuff – so he was quite sure the other boy had told him the truth.
He flipped to the end of the notebook and tore out a page, using a spell to cut off the edge of it. Then he reached for his quill and thought for a long moment before writing the short letter he planned to give to Georg the next morning.
Satisfied with his words, he folded the paper and made sure it was safely tucked into the diary before he turned off the light on his wand, and slid back under the covers. It took another few minutes before he finally succumbed to his exhaustion, but when he did, he dreamed of Georg and those beautiful lips against his own…
"So. Are you going to tell me where you disappeared to last night after dinner?"
Georg rolled his eyes; this was the third time in about ten minutes that Tom had asked him this question, and he still wasn't inclined to answer. He ate a waffle and glanced over to the Hufflepuff table, smiling when his eyes met Gustav's, and the other boy flushed and looked down. God, he was adorable…
"Who're you looking at?" Tom's poke brought him back to reality a moment later, and he gave his friend a slightly annoyed look as he finished his waffle.
"No one," he said matter-of-factly. He wasn't going to reveal his interest in Gustav just yet; not until he knew what the other boy's answer would be. He wasn't sure Gustav was comfortable with anyone knowing about them, so until he'd discussed this with him, Tom would have to suffer – which was something Georg enjoyed immensely. His friend wasn't used to being denied anything, so Georg made sure to torture him whenever he could.
"You so are," Tom grumbled. He sat up and eyed Georg sceptically while Georg just smiled innocently and finished his pumpkin juice. "Did you meet a girl? Is she with someone else? Is that the reason you don't want anyone to know?"
Georg snorted and shook his head, brushing his hair behind his shoulder as he leaned back. "No, no, and no. And now back off, Tom. I'm not going to tell you, so you might as well give up."
"But whyyy?" Tom whined, making Georg chuckle. Then he got up, since classes were about to start.
"Because," he said, shouldering his bag, "you don't have to know everything."
Ignoring Tom's indignant gasp, he turned around and walked away, risking another glance at the Hufflepuff table as he did and biting his lip in disappointment when he saw that Gustav had already left. Oh well. He would see him in History of Magic at the latest.
The first classes of the day were uneventful, and Georg found himself counting the minutes. He couldn’t wait for it to finally be three o'clock, and he wondered if Gustav was going to talk to him. He knew the other boy was shy, so he wouldn't pressure him. Gustav had been watching him – the diary had revealed that much – but he still didn't know if Gustav was going to say yes to spending time with him. It was exciting, in a way, because usually, Georg didn't have to worry about people saying no to him. Everyone seemed to want him, and while Georg didn't really get what anyone saw in him, he wasn't going to complain.
But with Gustav, it was different. Because this time, he actually desperately wanted him to say yes. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but in the past couple of months, he'd become increasingly infatuated with the Hufflepuff. He knew they'd had classes together for years now, but it wasn't until two months ago that he'd finally really noticed him. It had been an ordinary Potions lesson, and they'd had to brew the Draught of Living Death. Georg had been about to finish his admittedly poor version of the potion when there had been a loud bang. When he'd turned around, Gustav had been bent over his cauldron, his face black, and his short, blond curls standing up in every direction. Everyone had laughed, and the black soot in Gustav's face had been joined by a lovely bright red flush. It had been the most endearing thing Georg had ever witnessed, and from that day on, he'd started paying more attention to the boy, hoping to see that lovely blush again.
He'd been planning to talk to him for a long time now, and the diary had finally given him the opportunity he'd been waiting for. The kiss he'd given him the night before hadn't been planned or expected but it had been necessary to convince Gustav that his intentions were pure. Georg had been thinking about Gustav's lips all night, and wondered if Gustav would ever let it happen again.
Finally, it was time for History of Magic, and Georg's eyebrows shot up when he spotted the folded piece of paper on his desk. He picked it up and slipped it into his pocket, deciding to wait until Tom was asleep – he always used this class to catch up on sleep – before he read it. He glanced up at Gustav, smiling when he found him bent over a book. He knew the note had to be from him.
Professor Binns started the lesson, and like every other student in the room, Georg wasn't sure what he was talking about at all. Beside him, Tom was snoozing and Georg finally retrieved the note from his pocket, unfolding it and reading it eagerly.
Georg,
If you're still interested in hanging out, I'd love to. If you've changed your mind, I completely understand and you don't have to feel obligated to say yes – you won't hurt my feelings. But if you do want to meet up sometime… I'd really like to. I have time today after classes. I always have time, actually, so… whenever you want and have time. It doesn't have to be today, though, so take your time and let me know.
Gustav
A smile tugged on the corners of Georg's mouth and he reached for his quill, jotting down a response.
Gustav,
Of course I still want to. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure. I always have time, too. I have Quidditch practice after school, and I'd like it if you came to watch – if you're interested. If not, we could meet up afterwards. By the lake at 8?
Georg
With a flick of his wand, he sent the note over to Gustav, smiling when the other boy flinched a little. He held his breath as he waited for Gustav's reply, and gave him a smile when Gustav turned around to toss the note back to him. A flush worked its way up Gustav's neck and up to the tips of his ears before he turned around again, and Georg couldn't suppress a small grin.
Then he focused on the note; his grin widening as he read it.
Georg,
I'd love to see you play and I'll wait for you after practice.
Gustav
Georg sighed happily, not missing the crossed out words. He thought for another moment, then sent the letter back with the words:
I can't wait.
The tips of Gustav's ears were glowing and Georg smiled. Then he leaned back, snorting when Tom suddenly murmured something about trolls in the dungeons and jumped up from his seat as he woke up from what had to have been a nightmare. He managed to calm his friend down and assure him that there were no trolls in the dungeons – and if there were, he would protect him.
For the rest of the lesson, he stared at the back of Gustav's head, smiling to himself as a feeling of excitement for their upcoming meeting spread in his stomach and made his heart speed up.
Gustav had never worried about the way he looked before. Having to wear his school uniform and robes every day, he'd never even thought about whether the clothes he wore at home were fashionable or not. But now that he was going on a date – was it even a date? – he found himself rummaging through his closet on the search for something reasonably okay-looking to wear.
Of course he could avoid it by just showing up in robes, but since it might be a date, he wanted to look good for the other boy. He finally settled on jeans and a black and grey jumper, which would hopefully be good enough for Georg.
He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to muss his hair a little but giving up after five minutes because it was a hopeless case. When he was good to go, he pulled on simple black robes over his outfit, and finally left the common room. His grip tightened on his book – which he'd taken in order to make it seem less suspicious for him, a Hufflepuff, to be down there, watching the Gryffindors train – as he walked through the mostly empty corridors on his way down to the Quidditch pitch.
He wasn't terribly interested in Quidditch – not being sportive or talented enough to play himself – but he hadn't missed a single game in his six years at Hogwarts. He loved watching Georg play. Everyone who'd seen the other boy on his broom up in the air knew that he was made to be a Seeker.
His heart skipped a beat when the Gryffindor Quidditch team exited the changing rooms and made their way onto the field in full gear. He held his breath when Georg looked up for a moment; a smile lighting up his face when he spotted Gustav. Gustav's face heated up and he glanced down at his book, only looking up again when Georg was mounting his broom.
He took a moment to admire the other boy's elegance as he pushed himself off and soared up, his hair wild as the wind ruffled it. While the other players were busy throwing Quaffles and Bludgers at each other, Gustav only had eyes for Georg who was circling the field, looking for the Snitch. He doubted Georg actually needed practice at all – he always seemed to be the first one to spot the small, golden ball.
Fifteen minutes later, the book on his lap was forgotten and he still couldn't tear his eyes off Georg. His heart stopped for a moment when Georg's eyes met his, and he even managed a little smile. Georg returned it – but then his eyes focused on something else, and Gustav held his breath, his eyes widening when Georg whirled his broom around and shot in his direction. Turning his head, he spotted the Snitch right beside him.
Seconds later, Georg was in front of him, his hand wrapping around the ball as he gave Gustav a brilliant smile.
"Hey you," Georg said, his voice breathy and slightly raspy. Gustav shivered and felt himself blush yet again.
"Hi," he whispered, but Georg was already gone, his feet touching the ground as he held up the hand that was still firmly wrapped around the Snitch. Practice was over for Georg then, and Gustav's heart picked up its pace as he watched the other boy disappear into the changing rooms after he'd given Gustav a sign to wait for him.
Their date – or hanging out session, or meeting, or… whatever – was about to start, and Gustav could feel a drop of sweat trickling down the back of his neck.
He wasn't ready. He didn't know what to say. What if they ran out of things to say to each other and the date would be a disaster? What if Georg figured out he didn't like him after all? What if…
He closed his eyes as he stood up, forcing himself to be as calm as he could be. If Georg didn't like him, and this was going to be their first and last date, then Gustav would deal with it. He hadn't really allowed himself to get his hopes up in the first place, so no matter what happened, he would be prepared for it.
He made his way to the lake as fast as he could. He'd considered waiting in front of the changing room but had discarded the idea since he wasn't sure if Georg wanted anyone to know they were meeting up. So he waited by the lake, trying not to let panic overcome him.
Needless to say, Gustav had never been on a date before. He didn't have any real friends either. He got along well with most of his housemates, and had some acquaintances he talked to every once in a while but he didn't really belong to a group or clique – not like Georg. He had no experience whatsoever when it came to dates or hanging out with friends, so he hoped he wouldn't screw up his first chance at actually getting a real friend – or, he dared not think about it, boyfriend.
The thought that Georg might actually want to be his boyfriend was still unfathomable to him, so he tried to think small, and hope that at least a friendship with the gorgeous Gryffindor was possible.
He saw movement from the corner of his eyes, so he turned and saw Georg walking towards him. He lost his breath for a moment, wondering how it was possible for one person to be so bloody beautiful. Georg was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt with a hoodie over it. The tips of his long hair were slightly wet from taking a shower – and that was something Gustav refused to think about because imagining Georg naked and wet, droplets of water sliding down that muscular body would make him hard instantly – and an erection was the last thing he needed right now.
"I'm glad you came," Georg said when he reached him, giving him a sweet smile that made Gustav's knees weak. His own ability to speak seemed to have disappeared, and he rubbed the sweaty back of his neck awkwardly as he tried to return the smile.
"Hello," he said lamely, earning another wide, white smile.
"I was thinking we could take a walk to Hogsmeade," Georg offered after an awkward moment of silence. "I know we're technically not allowed to but…" He trailed off and shrugged, and after swallowing hard, Gustav finally seemed to find his voice.
"Sure!" he said a little too enthusiastically. He'd never done anything forbidden before – but he would do anything for Georg, even break school rules. "I'd love to."
Another smile flitted over Georg's handsome features, and together, they started making their way to the small village on the outskirts of the school grounds. Nervously, Gustav wiped his ridiculously sweaty hands on his trousers, frantically trying to think of something to say to Georg. He wasn't going to assume Georg would lead the conversation, and he wanted to show Georg that he wasn't completely useless.
"You were-"
"I'm glad you-"
They started talking at the same time, and Gustav cursed his bad timing. He flushed, and they both let out a soft chuckle, trying to cover up the awkwardness. Georg slid his hands into his pockets and Gustav clung to the book in his hand, trying desperately to make his heart slow down. If he continued like this, this date would seem like the longest in history. He'd assumed it would be a little awkward but this was going to kill him.
"You first," Georg said with a smile, giving him a sidelong glance.
Gustav cleared his throat, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. "I was just going to say that you were amazing before. On the broom, I mean."
He was rewarded with a sweet smile. "Thank you," Georg said. "Do you play?"
Gustav shook his head. "Me? Oh no, no, no. I can't even fly straight. I'm afraid of heights."
"Oh," Georg said, nodding. "Not the best circumstances to become a Quidditch player."
"Yeah," Gustav said, giving him a small smile.
Silence fell over them once again when they reached Hogsmeade and made their way along the path between the colourful shops and houses.
"The Three Broomsticks?" Georg offered after a moment. "I could use a Butterbeer."
Gustav nodded in agreement; maybe walking and talking was not the best combination right now, and things would be less awkward if they could just sit for a while.
The silence was threatening to become even more uncomfortable, so Gustav asked, "What were you going to say before?"
"Hmm?" Georg asked, then smiled. "Oh. Just that I'm glad you agreed to meet me. I was looking forward to this all day."
Gustav's knees gave out at that statement and he stumbled as they reached the Three Broomsticks, and he just managed to grab the doorknob before he'd embarrassed himself even further.
"Oh, uh… thank you," he stammered while Georg just grinned and opened the door, entering the pub. Gustav took a moment to steady himself, his head once again bright red. Taking a deep breath, he followed Georg inside, wondering how much of an idiot Georg already thought he was, and if he was going to make it through this date alive.
Chapter 3...