FIC: The Not-So Secret Diary Of... [7/??]
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Title: The Not-So Secret Diary Of...
Pairing: Georg/Gustav
Rating: PG-13, so far
Warnings: AU - Hogwarts!, WIP
Word Count: ~20,000, 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 also be a Bill/Tom part in the same universe, for lilliephoenix - soon! :)
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.
Masterpost | THfiction | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Gustav had managed to avoid Georg for the rest of the day and was relieved when classes were finally over and he could go back to the safety of his dorm. He'd just gotten comfortable on his bed, ready to do some homework (or write a long entry about his miserably frustrating love life in his diary) – anything to take his mind off of Georg – when Zacharias Smith came in. Usually, that wouldn't have bothered him; he could focus on his studies no matter how much noise there was, but the fact that Zach was actually talking to him made ignoring him a little harder.
"Hey," the other boy said, looking up after fumbling with the curtains around his bed for a moment. "Are you okay?"
Gustav looked up, pushing his glasses up on his nose and eyeing the other boy carefully. "Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well…" Zacharias looked a little uncomfortable. "Last night… I heard you. I just… I'm just worried about you. And if you want to talk about anything, you can come to me, you know? I know we're not best friends or anything but… I'm a good listener."
He gave Gustav a tentative smile. Gustav looked at him for a long moment, a little surprised by that offer, but then managed to return the smile. "Thank you. I don't think I'm ready to talk about it, but… Thank you. I really appreciate it."
Zacharias gave him a wide smile and nodded. "I understand."
Gustav nodded as well, then turned back to his homework – but apparently, Zach wasn't done. "Do you want to hang out?"
Gustav blinked and glanced up again. "Hang out? Err…"
He glanced around, looking for an excuse – it wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with Zacharias – or anyone else – but he wasn't sure if they would find anything to talk about. He doubted they had much in common, apart from being obviously in the same house.
After considering his options, he realised he didn't have a good reason to say no. He'd finished all his homework for the next day and was just trying to do next week's work now. So he closed his book and managed another small smile. "Sure, why not?"
Zacharias beamed, then looked worried for a moment. "You don't have to feel obligated. If you don't feel like it, I totally understand. You did seem pretty upset last night, so…" He blushed, looking vaguely uncomfortable as he mentioned the previous night again.
Gustav shook his head. "No, don't worry about it. I'd like to."
He stood up and pulled his shirt down, sliding his hands into his pockets. They stood there awkwardly for a long moment until Gustav broke the silence. "So where did you want to hang out?"
"Oh!" Zacharias said, nodding. "Well, uh… common room?"
Gustav agreed, and they made their way downstairs.
Surprisingly, they did have quite a lot to talk about. They liked the same subjects at school, were both not all that interested in Quidditch – and got along really well. Even though they'd never exchanged more than a few words before, Gustav felt like he had an actual friend for the first time in his life. It was a nice feeling.
They talked for hours, and when Gustav finally looked around the common room, he realised that most people had already gone to bed. When he mentioned going to bed, Zacharias looked a little disappointed.
"Oh. Okay, no problem," he said, giving Gustav a little smile and sitting up. "I'll see you later then."
Gustav nodded, smiling back. "Yeah, sure. And thank you – you know, for asking me to hang out and offering to listen. I might take you up on that offer, and I had fun tonight."
He got up, then smiled again before turning around and starting to walk to the stairs that led up to the dorms. He'd just reached the first step when Zacharias spoke again.
"Hey, Gustav?"
"Hm?" Gustav turned around and looked at him curiously, frowning when he saw Zacharias fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.
"Can I tell you something?"
Gustav raised his brows and took a few steps back towards the couch, nodding. "Sure. What is it?"
Zacharias looked at him for a long moment, then got up and walked around the couch to stand in front of Gustav. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and Gustav was vaguely amused for a second or two (and also realised that this had to be what he looked like when he couldn’t figure out what to say to Georg) – until Zach leaned forward, cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss against his lips.
He closed his eyes automatically, then blinked them open when the kiss broke, looking back at a very flustered Zacharias.
"I like you," Zacharias breathed. "I just… wanted you to know."
Then he walked past Gustav and ran up the stairs to the dorm. When Gustav heard the door close, he blinked stupidly.
What had just happened?
***
Gustav awoke the next morning to the insistent noise of a school owl tapping against the window. He sighed heavily, wondering why no one else was getting up to retrieve the letter, then decided that since he was awake already, he might as well get up.
He opened the window, hissing when the stupid owl bit him as he attempted to remove the letter from its leg. He fed it a treat, then watched it fly off, and finally focused on the letter in his hand.
He looked even more confused when he realised that the letter was for him.
Upon closer inspection, Gustav recognised Georg's handwriting. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the rapid beating of his heart. He glanced around, realising that it was still early and everyone else was still asleep, so he slipped back under the covers, pulled the curtains shut and unfolded the letter.
It took another few minutes before he finally put on his glasses and started reading – after debating whether to just ignore it or give Georg a chance to explain himself.
Finally, his curiosity won out.
Gustav stared at the letter, reading it three times before he understood that Georg was actually apologising for something he had – apparently – nothing to do with. It had been all Bill's doing, and Georg was serious about him.
It took another few moments for that to sink in. Georg really did like him. He wouldn't go through this if he didn't mean it, would he? He could have anyone – if it was just about sex or making fun of him, he would've given up a long time ago.
Right?
Gustav folded the letter, touching the parchment almost affectionately. Then he leaned back against the pillows and sighed, wondering whether to reply right away or torture Georg a little.
He decided for the latter. He liked the idea of having the upper hand – if only for a little while – and would give himself at least a day to think about Georg's words – even though he was already pretty sure that he would grant Georg the second chance he was practically begging for.
Georg wanted him. He wanted him.
A grin appeared on his face when he realised that Georg was actually pursuing him – courting him, even. The line about 'not giving up' made it sound like Georg would try to woo him or something, and as much as Gustav wanted to just reply and tell Georg that everything was all right, he was also quite curious and wanted to know what Georg would come up with.
Suddenly, the previous night came back to him, and he felt a little guilty about the kiss he'd shared with Zacharias – even though it had been Zach who had kissed him, so he couldn't have prevented it from happening.
Zach wanted him. Georg wanted him.
Gustav almost laughed because he couldn't fathom the idea that after years of no one being interested in him, he suddenly had two admirers. It seemed incredible, and a little ridiculous – but he wasn't going to complain.
Suddenly, something occurred to him. He could try to make Georg jealous by walking around with Zacharias. As appealing as the idea seemed, he dismissed it after only a few seconds of consideration. He couldn't do that to Georg – he wasn't cruel by nature, and he wouldn't use Zacharias like that.
No, he would tell Zach that he wanted to be friends, but nothing more, and then, after letting Georg dangle for a while, he would let him back in.
It was odd, this sense of power he suddenly felt. He was sure it wouldn't last, so he tried to enjoy it for as long as he could.
After making sure that Georg's letter was safely tucked into his diary, Gustav stood up and got ready.
He was sure, it would be an amazing day.
***
"Gustav! Gustav, wait a second!"
Gustav almost smirked when he heard the desperate tone of Georg's voice – then blinked in surprised. He'd never known he had a bit of an evil Slytherin streak.
After ignoring Georg for a moment, he finally stopped when the other boy reached him, a little out of breath. "Hey," Georg said, giving him a tentative smile.
Gustav looked back at him calmly. "Hello."
Georg's smile faded and Gustav had to bite his lip hard to refrain from apologising, wrapping his arms around Georg and telling him how much he adored him. Not yet. The time would come – but not yet.
"I just wanted to ask if you got my letter this morning," Georg said, chewing his bottom lip.
Fuck, he looked adorable…
Gustav, however, showed no emotion and just cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, I did."
Georg nodded slowly, glancing down at the floor for a second. "Okay. And, um… are you planning to reply, or… what did you think?"
Gustav stayed silent for a moment, secretly enjoying the way Georg was squirming uncomfortably. Why was he enjoying this so much?
Eventually, he broke the silence, probably looking a little too pleased with himself. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Georg's eyebrows shot up and he looked impressed, then taken aback. "Oh. Okay. Yeah, I guess. Um…" He gave Gustav a charming smile, but it didn't look as confident as it usually did. "So no hint at all?"
Gustav finally smiled back a little. "Nope. You'll just have to be patient, I'm afraid."
He smiled sweetly, then turned around and walked to his next class, unable to suppress the wide grin that spread on his face. He almost wanted to turn around to see the (hopefully) dumbfounded expression on Georg's face, but managed not to.
He'd never felt this cool before.
***
Over the course of the next few days, Gustav received gifts, little notes and so much attention from Georg; he almost couldn't handle it. Every little gift or note made him smile and feel giddy for hours – even if it was just a Chocolate Frog or a little card saying "I miss you". He was enjoying the attention so much that he almost didn't want to reply to the letter – but he was also starting to get a little more than impatient himself.
He missed kissing Georg, talking to him, just being close to him. Maybe it was time to let him off the hook and give them both the relief they obviously needed.
A week after receiving the letter, Gustav finally decided to answer it later that day and maybe arrange a date for the night. He could see the longing looks Georg gave him, and after wondering if they really were directed at him, he always felt incredibly smug that this beautiful boy wanted him. That they would be a couple soon; belong together.
After telling Zacharias that he was only interested in friendship, which the other boy had accepted with astounding sovereignty, Gustav had confided in him; told him about his epic crush on Georg Listing. At first, Zacharias hadn't reacted that well, and had asked why the hell Gustav planned on giving him another chance when Georg had been the one to upset him so much. Gustav cleared up the misunderstanding, and from that day on, Zacharias glared at Bill whenever they walked past him.
Gustav's life had never been better. He had a friend – and tonight, he would have Georg again.
Finally.
And this time, nothing and no one would come between them.
***
"Your stupid plans aren't working." Georg glared at Tom, folding his arms over his chest and pouting like a petulant child when his friend flopped down on the couch across from him. "You promised it would work."
Tom sighed. "I know I did. I guess your guy is just a little less resilient than girls usually are. Sorry?"
Georg glared at him, sighing dramatically as he lay down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. "What else can I do? I mean, if he doesn't know I like him now, after all I've done, then… how else am I going to convince him?"
He turned to Tom. "Is love always this frustrating or am I just lucky?"
Tom snorted. "Well, sex is complicated. Love is, as far as I know, even worse. And I don't know what else you could do. You've exhausted my resources. Maybe now the only thing you can do is catch him in an abandoned corridor and seduce him. You haven't tried that, right? It's probably harder to resist you when you're all over him, kissing him, and… well, whatever else you guys do."
Georg raised a brow at him, contemplating that idea for a moment. Then he sighed and rolled back onto his back. "I don't know, Tom. I'm trying to prove that I want more than sex – do you think basically harassing him would be a good idea in my case?"
"I don't know, Georg," Tom said patiently. "You know him better than I do, so if you don't know what to do, then I don't know how much more I can help you. Just… talk to him?"
Georg bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Maybe he wants a public declaration of my undying love for him. Maybe I should, you know, drop down on one knee and be all Romeo-esque, and…"
He sighed, already blushing at the idea alone. "That would be so embarrassing."
Tom stared at him. "Dude, if you do that? I don't want to be seen with you anymore."
Georg directed another glare at him, then threw a pillow at him. "Screw you. Some best friend you are."
Tom spluttered. "Hey – without me, you would've been totally screwed. Besides, it's Friday. Maybe he was just waiting for today and is finally going to let you back in now. Just… be patient?"
Another pillow hit him on the head.
***
After sending the letter, Gustav had gone to dinner and was now sitting there, talking to Zacharias and still trying not to look at Georg too often. He did manage to catch a glimpse of the other boy, however, and saw that he still gave him the same looks he'd been giving him all week. He didn't look relieved, though, so maybe he hadn't seen the letter yet. Hmmm…
"He's looking at you again," Zacharias said, nudging him.
"I can't look now," Gustav murmured. "Don't want to be too obvious."
"Ahh, yes," Zach said, nodding.
They continued eating and talking about classes and homework, and how they planned to spend the weekend. When thinking about his weekend, Gustav realised that he wanted to spend it in Georg's arms. That would be perfect.
They'd just finished dessert when Zacharias nudged Gustav again.
"Oh god. I think he's coming over here."
"What?" Gustav asked, choking on his last piece of cake and forgetting all about not paying Georg any attention. His head shot up and his eyes widened comically when he saw that Georg actually was walking towards the Hufflepuff table with a determined expression on his face.
Gustav flushed when he realised that everyone was watching Georg, and that the people sitting around him on the Hufflepuff table were whispering excitedly.
Up until now, Georg had always made sure to catch him in an empty corridor or classroom, but now he was apparently planning on addressing him openly.
Merlin, help him…
"Gustav," Georg said when he finally stood before him. The Great Hall was suddenly unusually quiet and at least half of the students – and teachers – in it were staring at them.
Gustav had often dreamed about Georg confessing his love for him in front of other people, but this was a little too public for his taste – and in his dreams, it had never been quiet this… exciting.
"Yes?" he finally managed, looking up at the other boy.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that maybe Georg wasn't going to tell him he liked him. Maybe Gustav had tortured him for too long and he'd had enough now and had found someone better. Maybe he was publicly dumping him.
His heart sped up and his face paled as he stared up at Georg almost pleadingly and hoped his worst fears wouldn't come true.
Please let him like me. Pleaspleasplease!
"Gustav," Georg said again after taking a deep breath. "I like you. I've told you about my feelings for you in so many ways that I'm running out of ideas and options. I don't know if you've just lost interest in me, or if you…" He trailed off, then took another – slightly shaky? – breath. "Please forgive me and go out with me tonight."
Gustav stared at him, letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding – and letting Georg's words sink in. He stared up at the other boy, and tried to find the right words to reply.
At the Gryffindor table, Tom buried his face in his hands and muttered something about "humiliating" and "embarrassing", while at the Slytherin table, Bill's eyes narrowed.
All eyes were on Gustav until he finally found his voice back and looked up to meet Georg's eyes.
"I'd love to," he said softly, giving him a wide smile.
Georg grinned back, looking very relieved, and reached for Gustav's hand, pulling him up. Gustav's face was beyond red as Georg laced their fingers and led Gustav out of the Great Hall.
As soon as the door was closed, all hell broke loose.
Chapter 8...
thiliaTitle: The Not-So Secret Diary Of...
Pairing: Georg/Gustav
Rating: PG-13, so far
Warnings: AU - Hogwarts!, WIP
Word Count: ~20,000, 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 also be a Bill/Tom part in the same universe, for lilliephoenix - soon! :)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.
Masterpost | THfiction | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Gustav had managed to avoid Georg for the rest of the day and was relieved when classes were finally over and he could go back to the safety of his dorm. He'd just gotten comfortable on his bed, ready to do some homework (or write a long entry about his miserably frustrating love life in his diary) – anything to take his mind off of Georg – when Zacharias Smith came in. Usually, that wouldn't have bothered him; he could focus on his studies no matter how much noise there was, but the fact that Zach was actually talking to him made ignoring him a little harder.
"Hey," the other boy said, looking up after fumbling with the curtains around his bed for a moment. "Are you okay?"
Gustav looked up, pushing his glasses up on his nose and eyeing the other boy carefully. "Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well…" Zacharias looked a little uncomfortable. "Last night… I heard you. I just… I'm just worried about you. And if you want to talk about anything, you can come to me, you know? I know we're not best friends or anything but… I'm a good listener."
He gave Gustav a tentative smile. Gustav looked at him for a long moment, a little surprised by that offer, but then managed to return the smile. "Thank you. I don't think I'm ready to talk about it, but… Thank you. I really appreciate it."
Zacharias gave him a wide smile and nodded. "I understand."
Gustav nodded as well, then turned back to his homework – but apparently, Zach wasn't done. "Do you want to hang out?"
Gustav blinked and glanced up again. "Hang out? Err…"
He glanced around, looking for an excuse – it wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with Zacharias – or anyone else – but he wasn't sure if they would find anything to talk about. He doubted they had much in common, apart from being obviously in the same house.
After considering his options, he realised he didn't have a good reason to say no. He'd finished all his homework for the next day and was just trying to do next week's work now. So he closed his book and managed another small smile. "Sure, why not?"
Zacharias beamed, then looked worried for a moment. "You don't have to feel obligated. If you don't feel like it, I totally understand. You did seem pretty upset last night, so…" He blushed, looking vaguely uncomfortable as he mentioned the previous night again.
Gustav shook his head. "No, don't worry about it. I'd like to."
He stood up and pulled his shirt down, sliding his hands into his pockets. They stood there awkwardly for a long moment until Gustav broke the silence. "So where did you want to hang out?"
"Oh!" Zacharias said, nodding. "Well, uh… common room?"
Gustav agreed, and they made their way downstairs.
Surprisingly, they did have quite a lot to talk about. They liked the same subjects at school, were both not all that interested in Quidditch – and got along really well. Even though they'd never exchanged more than a few words before, Gustav felt like he had an actual friend for the first time in his life. It was a nice feeling.
They talked for hours, and when Gustav finally looked around the common room, he realised that most people had already gone to bed. When he mentioned going to bed, Zacharias looked a little disappointed.
"Oh. Okay, no problem," he said, giving Gustav a little smile and sitting up. "I'll see you later then."
Gustav nodded, smiling back. "Yeah, sure. And thank you – you know, for asking me to hang out and offering to listen. I might take you up on that offer, and I had fun tonight."
He got up, then smiled again before turning around and starting to walk to the stairs that led up to the dorms. He'd just reached the first step when Zacharias spoke again.
"Hey, Gustav?"
"Hm?" Gustav turned around and looked at him curiously, frowning when he saw Zacharias fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.
"Can I tell you something?"
Gustav raised his brows and took a few steps back towards the couch, nodding. "Sure. What is it?"
Zacharias looked at him for a long moment, then got up and walked around the couch to stand in front of Gustav. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and Gustav was vaguely amused for a second or two (and also realised that this had to be what he looked like when he couldn’t figure out what to say to Georg) – until Zach leaned forward, cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss against his lips.
He closed his eyes automatically, then blinked them open when the kiss broke, looking back at a very flustered Zacharias.
"I like you," Zacharias breathed. "I just… wanted you to know."
Then he walked past Gustav and ran up the stairs to the dorm. When Gustav heard the door close, he blinked stupidly.
What had just happened?
Gustav awoke the next morning to the insistent noise of a school owl tapping against the window. He sighed heavily, wondering why no one else was getting up to retrieve the letter, then decided that since he was awake already, he might as well get up.
He opened the window, hissing when the stupid owl bit him as he attempted to remove the letter from its leg. He fed it a treat, then watched it fly off, and finally focused on the letter in his hand.
He looked even more confused when he realised that the letter was for him.
Upon closer inspection, Gustav recognised Georg's handwriting. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the rapid beating of his heart. He glanced around, realising that it was still early and everyone else was still asleep, so he slipped back under the covers, pulled the curtains shut and unfolded the letter.
It took another few minutes before he finally put on his glasses and started reading – after debating whether to just ignore it or give Georg a chance to explain himself.
Finally, his curiosity won out.
Dear Gustav,
I know you probably hate me right now and I can't blame you for that – even though I had nothing to do with the whole thing. After talking to you yesterday, I confronted Bill and heard the whole story. I can't believe he did that – I never thought he could be such awanker asshoidiot.
I almost cursed him – if Tom hadn't been there to protect him, I would have, and I still will, if he ever comes near you again.
But anyway. I had nothing to do with the whole thing – please believe me. And please don't believe a word he said. None of it is true, and he only said it because he's jealous of you. He's been trying toget in my pantslure me into his bed for years now, and apparently hasn't understood that I'm not interested in him.
I like you. I like you a lot, Gustav, and I meant every word I said to you. I hope you can find it in your heart to give me another chance. I promise I won't disappoint or hurt you again. You mean too much to me for me to just let you go, and I won't give up until you outright tell me to stop. I want to prove that my intentions are pure, and I hope you'll let me do that.
I missed you last night. I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm so sorry that you got hurt because of me.
It won't happen again.
Yours,
Georg.
Gustav stared at the letter, reading it three times before he understood that Georg was actually apologising for something he had – apparently – nothing to do with. It had been all Bill's doing, and Georg was serious about him.
It took another few moments for that to sink in. Georg really did like him. He wouldn't go through this if he didn't mean it, would he? He could have anyone – if it was just about sex or making fun of him, he would've given up a long time ago.
Right?
Gustav folded the letter, touching the parchment almost affectionately. Then he leaned back against the pillows and sighed, wondering whether to reply right away or torture Georg a little.
He decided for the latter. He liked the idea of having the upper hand – if only for a little while – and would give himself at least a day to think about Georg's words – even though he was already pretty sure that he would grant Georg the second chance he was practically begging for.
Georg wanted him. He wanted him.
A grin appeared on his face when he realised that Georg was actually pursuing him – courting him, even. The line about 'not giving up' made it sound like Georg would try to woo him or something, and as much as Gustav wanted to just reply and tell Georg that everything was all right, he was also quite curious and wanted to know what Georg would come up with.
Suddenly, the previous night came back to him, and he felt a little guilty about the kiss he'd shared with Zacharias – even though it had been Zach who had kissed him, so he couldn't have prevented it from happening.
Zach wanted him. Georg wanted him.
Gustav almost laughed because he couldn't fathom the idea that after years of no one being interested in him, he suddenly had two admirers. It seemed incredible, and a little ridiculous – but he wasn't going to complain.
Suddenly, something occurred to him. He could try to make Georg jealous by walking around with Zacharias. As appealing as the idea seemed, he dismissed it after only a few seconds of consideration. He couldn't do that to Georg – he wasn't cruel by nature, and he wouldn't use Zacharias like that.
No, he would tell Zach that he wanted to be friends, but nothing more, and then, after letting Georg dangle for a while, he would let him back in.
It was odd, this sense of power he suddenly felt. He was sure it wouldn't last, so he tried to enjoy it for as long as he could.
After making sure that Georg's letter was safely tucked into his diary, Gustav stood up and got ready.
He was sure, it would be an amazing day.
"Gustav! Gustav, wait a second!"
Gustav almost smirked when he heard the desperate tone of Georg's voice – then blinked in surprised. He'd never known he had a bit of an evil Slytherin streak.
After ignoring Georg for a moment, he finally stopped when the other boy reached him, a little out of breath. "Hey," Georg said, giving him a tentative smile.
Gustav looked back at him calmly. "Hello."
Georg's smile faded and Gustav had to bite his lip hard to refrain from apologising, wrapping his arms around Georg and telling him how much he adored him. Not yet. The time would come – but not yet.
"I just wanted to ask if you got my letter this morning," Georg said, chewing his bottom lip.
Fuck, he looked adorable…
Gustav, however, showed no emotion and just cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, I did."
Georg nodded slowly, glancing down at the floor for a second. "Okay. And, um… are you planning to reply, or… what did you think?"
Gustav stayed silent for a moment, secretly enjoying the way Georg was squirming uncomfortably. Why was he enjoying this so much?
Eventually, he broke the silence, probably looking a little too pleased with himself. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Georg's eyebrows shot up and he looked impressed, then taken aback. "Oh. Okay. Yeah, I guess. Um…" He gave Gustav a charming smile, but it didn't look as confident as it usually did. "So no hint at all?"
Gustav finally smiled back a little. "Nope. You'll just have to be patient, I'm afraid."
He smiled sweetly, then turned around and walked to his next class, unable to suppress the wide grin that spread on his face. He almost wanted to turn around to see the (hopefully) dumbfounded expression on Georg's face, but managed not to.
He'd never felt this cool before.
Over the course of the next few days, Gustav received gifts, little notes and so much attention from Georg; he almost couldn't handle it. Every little gift or note made him smile and feel giddy for hours – even if it was just a Chocolate Frog or a little card saying "I miss you". He was enjoying the attention so much that he almost didn't want to reply to the letter – but he was also starting to get a little more than impatient himself.
He missed kissing Georg, talking to him, just being close to him. Maybe it was time to let him off the hook and give them both the relief they obviously needed.
A week after receiving the letter, Gustav finally decided to answer it later that day and maybe arrange a date for the night. He could see the longing looks Georg gave him, and after wondering if they really were directed at him, he always felt incredibly smug that this beautiful boy wanted him. That they would be a couple soon; belong together.
After telling Zacharias that he was only interested in friendship, which the other boy had accepted with astounding sovereignty, Gustav had confided in him; told him about his epic crush on Georg Listing. At first, Zacharias hadn't reacted that well, and had asked why the hell Gustav planned on giving him another chance when Georg had been the one to upset him so much. Gustav cleared up the misunderstanding, and from that day on, Zacharias glared at Bill whenever they walked past him.
Gustav's life had never been better. He had a friend – and tonight, he would have Georg again.
Finally.
And this time, nothing and no one would come between them.
"Your stupid plans aren't working." Georg glared at Tom, folding his arms over his chest and pouting like a petulant child when his friend flopped down on the couch across from him. "You promised it would work."
Tom sighed. "I know I did. I guess your guy is just a little less resilient than girls usually are. Sorry?"
Georg glared at him, sighing dramatically as he lay down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. "What else can I do? I mean, if he doesn't know I like him now, after all I've done, then… how else am I going to convince him?"
He turned to Tom. "Is love always this frustrating or am I just lucky?"
Tom snorted. "Well, sex is complicated. Love is, as far as I know, even worse. And I don't know what else you could do. You've exhausted my resources. Maybe now the only thing you can do is catch him in an abandoned corridor and seduce him. You haven't tried that, right? It's probably harder to resist you when you're all over him, kissing him, and… well, whatever else you guys do."
Georg raised a brow at him, contemplating that idea for a moment. Then he sighed and rolled back onto his back. "I don't know, Tom. I'm trying to prove that I want more than sex – do you think basically harassing him would be a good idea in my case?"
"I don't know, Georg," Tom said patiently. "You know him better than I do, so if you don't know what to do, then I don't know how much more I can help you. Just… talk to him?"
Georg bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Maybe he wants a public declaration of my undying love for him. Maybe I should, you know, drop down on one knee and be all Romeo-esque, and…"
He sighed, already blushing at the idea alone. "That would be so embarrassing."
Tom stared at him. "Dude, if you do that? I don't want to be seen with you anymore."
Georg directed another glare at him, then threw a pillow at him. "Screw you. Some best friend you are."
Tom spluttered. "Hey – without me, you would've been totally screwed. Besides, it's Friday. Maybe he was just waiting for today and is finally going to let you back in now. Just… be patient?"
Another pillow hit him on the head.
After sending the letter, Gustav had gone to dinner and was now sitting there, talking to Zacharias and still trying not to look at Georg too often. He did manage to catch a glimpse of the other boy, however, and saw that he still gave him the same looks he'd been giving him all week. He didn't look relieved, though, so maybe he hadn't seen the letter yet. Hmmm…
"He's looking at you again," Zacharias said, nudging him.
"I can't look now," Gustav murmured. "Don't want to be too obvious."
"Ahh, yes," Zach said, nodding.
They continued eating and talking about classes and homework, and how they planned to spend the weekend. When thinking about his weekend, Gustav realised that he wanted to spend it in Georg's arms. That would be perfect.
They'd just finished dessert when Zacharias nudged Gustav again.
"Oh god. I think he's coming over here."
"What?" Gustav asked, choking on his last piece of cake and forgetting all about not paying Georg any attention. His head shot up and his eyes widened comically when he saw that Georg actually was walking towards the Hufflepuff table with a determined expression on his face.
Gustav flushed when he realised that everyone was watching Georg, and that the people sitting around him on the Hufflepuff table were whispering excitedly.
Up until now, Georg had always made sure to catch him in an empty corridor or classroom, but now he was apparently planning on addressing him openly.
Merlin, help him…
"Gustav," Georg said when he finally stood before him. The Great Hall was suddenly unusually quiet and at least half of the students – and teachers – in it were staring at them.
Gustav had often dreamed about Georg confessing his love for him in front of other people, but this was a little too public for his taste – and in his dreams, it had never been quiet this… exciting.
"Yes?" he finally managed, looking up at the other boy.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that maybe Georg wasn't going to tell him he liked him. Maybe Gustav had tortured him for too long and he'd had enough now and had found someone better. Maybe he was publicly dumping him.
His heart sped up and his face paled as he stared up at Georg almost pleadingly and hoped his worst fears wouldn't come true.
Please let him like me. Pleaspleasplease!
"Gustav," Georg said again after taking a deep breath. "I like you. I've told you about my feelings for you in so many ways that I'm running out of ideas and options. I don't know if you've just lost interest in me, or if you…" He trailed off, then took another – slightly shaky? – breath. "Please forgive me and go out with me tonight."
Gustav stared at him, letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding – and letting Georg's words sink in. He stared up at the other boy, and tried to find the right words to reply.
At the Gryffindor table, Tom buried his face in his hands and muttered something about "humiliating" and "embarrassing", while at the Slytherin table, Bill's eyes narrowed.
All eyes were on Gustav until he finally found his voice back and looked up to meet Georg's eyes.
"I'd love to," he said softly, giving him a wide smile.
Georg grinned back, looking very relieved, and reached for Gustav's hand, pulling him up. Gustav's face was beyond red as Georg laced their fingers and led Gustav out of the Great Hall.
As soon as the door was closed, all hell broke loose.
Chapter 8...
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Date: 2011-07-31 06:30 pm (UTC)geo. just... <3
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Date: 2011-08-01 09:42 pm (UTC)<3333 Thanks!
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Date: 2011-08-01 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 09:43 pm (UTC)Zach is definitely a good friend - he doesn't seem to mind not getting Gustav as a boyfriend, even though he's probably very jealous of Georg for getting to tap that. LOL :)
And heyyy! I totally didn't even think of that! Maybe :D Maybe he kidnapped Gustav's owl LOL! :D
Thank you! :D
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Date: 2011-08-03 07:49 am (UTC)By the way - I love your Georg! I've read and reread it countless times over the past few days :)
Re: New chapters??
Date: 2011-08-03 11:46 am (UTC)But either way, there will definitely be a few more chapters <333
Thank you! :D
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Date: 2011-08-04 11:01 am (UTC)*smooch* Thank you!