FIC: Brother, Lover, Whatever [07/10]
Sep. 16th, 2011 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thiliaarchiveAuthor: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thilia
Title: Brother, Lover, Whatever
Pairing: Tom/Bill (main), Bill/HP boys, Tom/HP girls
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU - Hogwarts, WIP, slutty Kaulitz twins ;)
Word Count: ~17,000, so far
Tom is a Gryffindor, Bill is a Slytherin. Tom is good and loyal, Bill not so much. The only thing they have in common is that they're both known as the greatest sluts to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, and that nothing's ever been too wrong for them to try it...
Parallel fic to The Not-So Secret Diary Of... [Georg/Gustav]
Masterpost | THfiction | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
"I'm going to fucking kill him!"
Bill had barely uttered Draco's name when Tom started threatening to horribly murder him and feed his remains to the arachnids in the forest. Bill raised an eyebrow at his brother's rant but Tom could see that Bill was secretly pleased by his reaction.
Finally, Tom squared his jaw, took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, sorry. Had to let that out. I'm calm now. Continue."
Bill rested his head on Tom's shoulder and took a shallow breath. "Well, I…" He bit his lip. "I was confused about what happened last night. You know what I mean."
Tom nodded, refraining from commenting. He was still confused about the Polyjuice incident, even after thinking about it for a long time, but asking annoying questions wouldn't help Bill right now. He'd been hurt, and Tom needed to know who to hurt in return.
It was a protective older brother thing. He had no choice in the matter. If someone hurt his baby brother, they had to expect to be hurt in return in some way. Anyone who was stupid enough to cause Bill pain… well. They were asking for it.
Bill pulled him out of his thoughts as he continued. "Well, I wanted to distract myself, and you know that sex is always the best way to forget about stuff. I mean, you do the same thing, so you clearly know what I mean." Tom nodded; the girl he'd just fucked and sent away had been a nice distraction for a while; it had nothing to do with really wanting her. But she'd looked like Bill and had been willing enough, so she had helped him forget for a while.
Bill licked his dry lips. "So I approached Draco, blackmailed him into sleeping with me, and… I don't know, Tomi. It's not like he hurt me physically, but I just feel used and unloved and even more confused than before. Sex always distracts me, Tomi. Why didn't it work this time?"
Tom was suddenly hit by a huge, intense wave of jealousy that caught him completely off guard. Bill had had sex with a different guy almost every day for years now and it had never bothered Tom before – of course he'd always told Bill to be careful and had been looking out for his baby brother from afar. But this time, he found that he was downright jealous of that slimy Malfoy git for having his fingers all over his precious brother. And it hadn't been just one time either.
He sucked in a deep, hopefully calming breath.
At the same time as the jealousy came also an intense surge of love and protectiveness for Bill. Tom looked at him for only a moment, and realised that even though Bill was practically grown up now and could usually take good care of himself, he sometimes still needed Tom to make things better. No matter how old they were, Tom would always be Bill's protector. It was good to know that even though Bill hadn't needed him much lately, he still did rely on him for some things.
He chewed on his bottom lip as he finally replied. "I don't know, Bill. Maybe you didn't really want it and just felt obligated to do the usual thing to distract yourself, and…" He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you can't distract yourself with sex until the issue is resolved. We really should talk about the whole thing; figure out what it means."
Bill sighed heavily and nuzzled him. "I suppose you're right," he admitted reluctantly. "But I still don't know what it meant or what I want to do about it. Or if I want to do anything about it. I mean… it's a lot to process."
Tom stroked Bill's hair idly. "Neither do I," he said quietly. "Let's figure it out together, all right?"
Bill bit his lip. "Do we have to talk about it now? I'm not sure how I do feel about it yet, so… can we do it later? I haven't really had the time to think about it much, and my brain keeps repressing it whenever I do try to think about it. Would you mind if we just… talked about it tomorrow or later this week?"
He sighed heavily. "I just want to know… are you still mad at me? For not telling you I wasn't really Hermione? That's what's bugging me, mainly. Not knowing whether you're still mad at me or not."
He looked up at him with those big, brown puppy eyes, biting his slightly swollen lower lip. "Do you still love me?"
Tom looked at him for a long moment; he really wanted to talk about it, but since Bill wasn't ready, there wasn't anything he could do about it. He'd never made his brother do something he didn't want to do, and he wasn't going to start now.
"All right," he said softly, scratching the back of his neck. Then he wrapped his arms around Bill and pulled him down onto the bed with him, stroking the other boy's long hair. "I'm not mad at you, Billi. I kind of understand why you did it, so… no. I'm not mad or angry. And of course I still love you. Don't ever doubt that, okay? No matter how bad a fight between us is – and this wasn't even a fight, so it doesn't really apply – I will always love you. And if you don't want to talk about it, then I guess we can just forget about it. Let's just forget it ever happened and move on, all right?"
Bill's face lit up. "Really? That would be brilliant, Tom, 'cause I don't think I'll come to a satisfying conclusion anytime soon. So it just… never happened?"
Tom swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden lump in his throat. "Yeah, sure. It never happened."
He managed a smile and rolled onto his back, wondering why he suddenly felt so hurt. The fact that Bill had a harder time processing what had happened than him, even though Tom had been the one who hadn't known about Hermione being Bill – or the other way around – was… unsettling. After a lot of thinking, Tom had come to the conclusion that he wanted Bill. As more than a brother. And the fact that Bill clearly didn't see him that way, just… hurt.
He licked his lips and scratched his forehead, his other arm wrapped firmly around his brother's slender form. He played with his lip ring for a moment, then glanced over at Bill.
"I really do have to kick Malfoy's ass, though. Can't let him get away with hurting you. Don't even try to stop me."
Bill snorted, then grinned widely, his old self returning instantly. "Oh, definitely. I think he definitely deserves a kick in the ass, so whatever you plan to do to him, I'm okay with it. Make it hurt, all right?"
He smirked, and Tom had to chuckle. Bill's mood swings were legendary, but the fact that he had cheered up so fast at the prospect of not having to talk about his feelings worried him a little. Usually, he was the one who preferred ignoring his feelings and Bill always insisted on talking about everything. It was a very sudden role reversal, and it made Tom feel weird.
"I will," he said softly. "Go to sleep now. You look exhausted. We'll take care of this in the morning."
Bill nodded and nestled his face into Tom's neck. His warm breath tickled Tom's skin and made him shiver, and after a moment, he glanced down again, smiling when Bill was already asleep.
He closed his own eyes and waited for sleep to wash over him as well, but it was a long time before he finally fell asleep.
***
"Georg, I need you."
"Great! When and where?"
"Dork." Tom snorted as he looked down at his friend's grin, and flopped down next to him. He reached for his glass and sipped some juice, then loaded his plate with waffles. Finally, he turned back to Georg, leaning in.
"Bill had sex with Malfoy," he murmured, ignoring Georg's surprised face. "And apparently it didn't go very well, and now Bill is upset. I can't have that, obviously, so I need to give Malfoy a little reminder to stay the fuck away from my brother."
Georg raised a brow and nodded, clearly used to Tom doing just about anything to protect his brother. "All right. What did you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure," Tom admitted, heaving a sigh as he leaned back and bit into his waffle. "I just know that he needs to hurt."
"Ah. I see." Georg nodded. "So basically, you need me to figure out how to hurt him?"
Tom nodded. "Pretty much." He grinned and patted Georg's shoulder fondly. "I knew I could count on you."
Georg rolled his eyes and snorted. "Yeah, yeah. So… were you thinking of an actual attack, like a hex or curse or possibly transfiguring him into something? Or something a little more subtle?"
Tom rubbed his chin as he thought. "I haven't actually thought about it that much," he admitted. "I was thinking of a curse, but if you have different ideas, I'd love to hear them."
Georg shrugged, buttering his toast. "Well, I know a few nasty curses that would make his perfect complexion a little less perfect. There is no counter-curse either, so he would have to wait until the zits go away naturally. But it would make him suffer for a while. Or… you could actually cause him real pain by… I don't know." He shrugged. "I think Bill is actually the master when it comes to hexes and curses, so maybe you should ask your darling brother."
Tom shook his head. "Nah, I want to come up with something myself. I'm pretty sure Bill's going to do something if he feels like it, but… I need to do come up with something that's more… me, you know?"
Georg snorted. "And that's why you're asking me?"
Tom grinned. "Well yeah. You're my brain."
Georg laughed. "Thank you." He brushed his hair back, still thinking. "Hm. You could also just punch him in the face. He might expect you to use magic, but physical violence might be more effective. Just imagine the drama if you broke his pretty little nose." He grinned, clearly enjoying this as much as Tom did. Malfoy had often given them a hard time when they were younger; it was time for payback.
Georg continued. "As for a more subtle approach… you know how attached Malfoy is to his family, right? We could write him a little letter from his dad in which he formally tells his son that he is disowned for… well, something."
"Fucking Potter!" Tom exclaimed. This morning, Bill had told him that he'd threatened to reveal Draco's crush on Potter to the whole school, and this would be the perfect revenge.
A bit away from them, Harry looked up after hearing his name, and Tom just grinned, shaking his head. Harry shrugged and went back to talking to Ron and Hermione.
"Fucking Potter?" Georg asked after a moment, looking clueless.
"Yeah," Tom said. "Turns out Malfoy has a little crush on Harry, and… do you think that would work? Would Draco buy it?"
Georg gave a one-shouldered shrug, half nodding, half shaking his head. "I guess so. If we manage to make it sound like Lucius actually did write the letter and if we can fake his handwriting well enough…"
Tom bit his lip, then shook his head. "No, it's too risky, and not really my kind of revenge. It would be perfect if you wanted to hurt him, but it's all a little too… Slytherin for me." Georg frowned when he was compared to a Slytherin, but Tom ignored him. "Besides, Malfoy will end up thinking that Bill wrote the letter, and… I don't think it's a good idea."
"Fair enough," Georg said, leaning his head back as he thought. "Well, if you want to actually use physical violence, I might have an idea. I was in the Restricted Section the other day and found this spell. If you use it on an object and hit someone with it, there isn't a spell that can heal the bruises. So if you put the spell on, say, a ring or something and hit Malfoy in the face with it, he'll have a broken nose and will have to wait until it heals naturally. Even the brilliant Madam Pomfrey will be powerless."
Tom stared at him. "I think I love you," he exclaimed, making Georg laugh.
"Well, if you want to use it, let me know."
"I will. I think I definitely will." Tom nodded, a slow smile spreading on his face as he looked over to the Slytherin table. He cracked his knuckles, licking his lips.
Oh yes. Malfoy would regret this.
***
Tom wasn't the only one planning his revenge that day. Initially, Bill hadn't planned on striking back, since Tom had promised he would take care of it, but when Draco glared at him in the common room that afternoon for no reason at all, Bill couldn't resist. He reached for his wand and sent a hex Draco's way.
He grinned in satisfaction when Draco inspected his fancy (or not) new haircut in the mirror, looking positively horrified. When Draco grabbed his own wand to send a curse back at Bill, Blaise stepped in front of him, rescuing him from Draco's wrath.
After a brief glaring competition with Blaise, Draco left the common room, cursing loudly, and Blaise turned to Bill, giving him a clueless look.
"What the hell was that all about?"
Bill was still smirking, but being reminded of the events of the past few days, he sighed heavily and let himself fall onto the couch. When Blaise moved to sit next to him, Bill explained everything in the hope that Blaise would be able to help him figure out what to do.
***
"Nice haircut, Malfoy!"
Tom had been on his way to the Slytherin common room when he ran into Malfoy, and was instantly insanely amused by the other boy's new hairstyle. The top of his head was almost buzzed while he sported a nice mullet at the back of his neck. It looked… different to say the least.
Malfoy growled, reaching for his wand instantly, but Tom was faster.
"Expelliarmus!" he snapped, making Draco's wand fly to the other side of the corridor. Malfoy snarled but he stayed where he was, smart enough not to make a move while unarmed.
Tom smirked as he approached him, tucking his own wand back into his robe pocket. "Really, though," he said slowly. "It suits you. It's Bill's work, I can tell. I'm so proud of him."
He sighed heavily while Draco just glared. "Shut up. You and your fucking psycho brother-"
Tom raised his brows, interrupting him. "Ooh, really? Do you think it's a wise idea to get snappy with me and insult my brother more than you already have?"
He narrowed his eyes as he took another step closer to the other boy. "The things I'd like to do to you, Malfoy…"
"So do it!" Draco snapped, clearly frustrated enough to give Tom such a great opening.
Tom smirked, then raised his fist and punched Draco in the face. The crack of bone was really satisfying, and the little white spark that flew between them told Tom that the ring had done its work. Draco's nose wouldn't be healed by magic.
"There. Now you finally look like the douchebag you are. Let that be the reminder that you are to stay away from Bill in the future. Understood?"
He snorted while Draco looked close to tears, and his stupidly annoying Gryffindor side made him feel a little bad for doing this to him. But then he remembered what this guy had done to Bill, and his face hardened. "Stay the fuck away from my brother from now on. Next time you won't get away with it this easily."
He rubbed his knuckles, biting his lip when he saw that Draco wasn't the only one who was hurt. The ring had clearly affected his own hand as well, and he cursed the fact that he hadn't been more careful.
"Now fuck off," he hissed at Draco, watching him hurry away to pick up his wand before he probably made his way to the Hospital Wing. He bit his lip as he tugged the ring off his fingers and stored it in his pocket, then inspected his bruised knuckles. Draco's nose had been harder than he'd expected.
He took a breath before he continued his way to the Slytherin common room, hoping Bill would be available to nurse his hand back to health.
Chapter 8...
thiliaTitle: Brother, Lover, Whatever
Pairing: Tom/Bill (main), Bill/HP boys, Tom/HP girls
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU - Hogwarts, WIP, slutty Kaulitz twins ;)
Word Count: ~17,000, so far
Tom is a Gryffindor, Bill is a Slytherin. Tom is good and loyal, Bill not so much. The only thing they have in common is that they're both known as the greatest sluts to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, and that nothing's ever been too wrong for them to try it...
Masterpost | THfiction | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
"I'm going to fucking kill him!"
Bill had barely uttered Draco's name when Tom started threatening to horribly murder him and feed his remains to the arachnids in the forest. Bill raised an eyebrow at his brother's rant but Tom could see that Bill was secretly pleased by his reaction.
Finally, Tom squared his jaw, took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, sorry. Had to let that out. I'm calm now. Continue."
Bill rested his head on Tom's shoulder and took a shallow breath. "Well, I…" He bit his lip. "I was confused about what happened last night. You know what I mean."
Tom nodded, refraining from commenting. He was still confused about the Polyjuice incident, even after thinking about it for a long time, but asking annoying questions wouldn't help Bill right now. He'd been hurt, and Tom needed to know who to hurt in return.
It was a protective older brother thing. He had no choice in the matter. If someone hurt his baby brother, they had to expect to be hurt in return in some way. Anyone who was stupid enough to cause Bill pain… well. They were asking for it.
Bill pulled him out of his thoughts as he continued. "Well, I wanted to distract myself, and you know that sex is always the best way to forget about stuff. I mean, you do the same thing, so you clearly know what I mean." Tom nodded; the girl he'd just fucked and sent away had been a nice distraction for a while; it had nothing to do with really wanting her. But she'd looked like Bill and had been willing enough, so she had helped him forget for a while.
Bill licked his dry lips. "So I approached Draco, blackmailed him into sleeping with me, and… I don't know, Tomi. It's not like he hurt me physically, but I just feel used and unloved and even more confused than before. Sex always distracts me, Tomi. Why didn't it work this time?"
Tom was suddenly hit by a huge, intense wave of jealousy that caught him completely off guard. Bill had had sex with a different guy almost every day for years now and it had never bothered Tom before – of course he'd always told Bill to be careful and had been looking out for his baby brother from afar. But this time, he found that he was downright jealous of that slimy Malfoy git for having his fingers all over his precious brother. And it hadn't been just one time either.
He sucked in a deep, hopefully calming breath.
At the same time as the jealousy came also an intense surge of love and protectiveness for Bill. Tom looked at him for only a moment, and realised that even though Bill was practically grown up now and could usually take good care of himself, he sometimes still needed Tom to make things better. No matter how old they were, Tom would always be Bill's protector. It was good to know that even though Bill hadn't needed him much lately, he still did rely on him for some things.
He chewed on his bottom lip as he finally replied. "I don't know, Bill. Maybe you didn't really want it and just felt obligated to do the usual thing to distract yourself, and…" He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you can't distract yourself with sex until the issue is resolved. We really should talk about the whole thing; figure out what it means."
Bill sighed heavily and nuzzled him. "I suppose you're right," he admitted reluctantly. "But I still don't know what it meant or what I want to do about it. Or if I want to do anything about it. I mean… it's a lot to process."
Tom stroked Bill's hair idly. "Neither do I," he said quietly. "Let's figure it out together, all right?"
Bill bit his lip. "Do we have to talk about it now? I'm not sure how I do feel about it yet, so… can we do it later? I haven't really had the time to think about it much, and my brain keeps repressing it whenever I do try to think about it. Would you mind if we just… talked about it tomorrow or later this week?"
He sighed heavily. "I just want to know… are you still mad at me? For not telling you I wasn't really Hermione? That's what's bugging me, mainly. Not knowing whether you're still mad at me or not."
He looked up at him with those big, brown puppy eyes, biting his slightly swollen lower lip. "Do you still love me?"
Tom looked at him for a long moment; he really wanted to talk about it, but since Bill wasn't ready, there wasn't anything he could do about it. He'd never made his brother do something he didn't want to do, and he wasn't going to start now.
"All right," he said softly, scratching the back of his neck. Then he wrapped his arms around Bill and pulled him down onto the bed with him, stroking the other boy's long hair. "I'm not mad at you, Billi. I kind of understand why you did it, so… no. I'm not mad or angry. And of course I still love you. Don't ever doubt that, okay? No matter how bad a fight between us is – and this wasn't even a fight, so it doesn't really apply – I will always love you. And if you don't want to talk about it, then I guess we can just forget about it. Let's just forget it ever happened and move on, all right?"
Bill's face lit up. "Really? That would be brilliant, Tom, 'cause I don't think I'll come to a satisfying conclusion anytime soon. So it just… never happened?"
Tom swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden lump in his throat. "Yeah, sure. It never happened."
He managed a smile and rolled onto his back, wondering why he suddenly felt so hurt. The fact that Bill had a harder time processing what had happened than him, even though Tom had been the one who hadn't known about Hermione being Bill – or the other way around – was… unsettling. After a lot of thinking, Tom had come to the conclusion that he wanted Bill. As more than a brother. And the fact that Bill clearly didn't see him that way, just… hurt.
He licked his lips and scratched his forehead, his other arm wrapped firmly around his brother's slender form. He played with his lip ring for a moment, then glanced over at Bill.
"I really do have to kick Malfoy's ass, though. Can't let him get away with hurting you. Don't even try to stop me."
Bill snorted, then grinned widely, his old self returning instantly. "Oh, definitely. I think he definitely deserves a kick in the ass, so whatever you plan to do to him, I'm okay with it. Make it hurt, all right?"
He smirked, and Tom had to chuckle. Bill's mood swings were legendary, but the fact that he had cheered up so fast at the prospect of not having to talk about his feelings worried him a little. Usually, he was the one who preferred ignoring his feelings and Bill always insisted on talking about everything. It was a very sudden role reversal, and it made Tom feel weird.
"I will," he said softly. "Go to sleep now. You look exhausted. We'll take care of this in the morning."
Bill nodded and nestled his face into Tom's neck. His warm breath tickled Tom's skin and made him shiver, and after a moment, he glanced down again, smiling when Bill was already asleep.
He closed his own eyes and waited for sleep to wash over him as well, but it was a long time before he finally fell asleep.
"Georg, I need you."
"Great! When and where?"
"Dork." Tom snorted as he looked down at his friend's grin, and flopped down next to him. He reached for his glass and sipped some juice, then loaded his plate with waffles. Finally, he turned back to Georg, leaning in.
"Bill had sex with Malfoy," he murmured, ignoring Georg's surprised face. "And apparently it didn't go very well, and now Bill is upset. I can't have that, obviously, so I need to give Malfoy a little reminder to stay the fuck away from my brother."
Georg raised a brow and nodded, clearly used to Tom doing just about anything to protect his brother. "All right. What did you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure," Tom admitted, heaving a sigh as he leaned back and bit into his waffle. "I just know that he needs to hurt."
"Ah. I see." Georg nodded. "So basically, you need me to figure out how to hurt him?"
Tom nodded. "Pretty much." He grinned and patted Georg's shoulder fondly. "I knew I could count on you."
Georg rolled his eyes and snorted. "Yeah, yeah. So… were you thinking of an actual attack, like a hex or curse or possibly transfiguring him into something? Or something a little more subtle?"
Tom rubbed his chin as he thought. "I haven't actually thought about it that much," he admitted. "I was thinking of a curse, but if you have different ideas, I'd love to hear them."
Georg shrugged, buttering his toast. "Well, I know a few nasty curses that would make his perfect complexion a little less perfect. There is no counter-curse either, so he would have to wait until the zits go away naturally. But it would make him suffer for a while. Or… you could actually cause him real pain by… I don't know." He shrugged. "I think Bill is actually the master when it comes to hexes and curses, so maybe you should ask your darling brother."
Tom shook his head. "Nah, I want to come up with something myself. I'm pretty sure Bill's going to do something if he feels like it, but… I need to do come up with something that's more… me, you know?"
Georg snorted. "And that's why you're asking me?"
Tom grinned. "Well yeah. You're my brain."
Georg laughed. "Thank you." He brushed his hair back, still thinking. "Hm. You could also just punch him in the face. He might expect you to use magic, but physical violence might be more effective. Just imagine the drama if you broke his pretty little nose." He grinned, clearly enjoying this as much as Tom did. Malfoy had often given them a hard time when they were younger; it was time for payback.
Georg continued. "As for a more subtle approach… you know how attached Malfoy is to his family, right? We could write him a little letter from his dad in which he formally tells his son that he is disowned for… well, something."
"Fucking Potter!" Tom exclaimed. This morning, Bill had told him that he'd threatened to reveal Draco's crush on Potter to the whole school, and this would be the perfect revenge.
A bit away from them, Harry looked up after hearing his name, and Tom just grinned, shaking his head. Harry shrugged and went back to talking to Ron and Hermione.
"Fucking Potter?" Georg asked after a moment, looking clueless.
"Yeah," Tom said. "Turns out Malfoy has a little crush on Harry, and… do you think that would work? Would Draco buy it?"
Georg gave a one-shouldered shrug, half nodding, half shaking his head. "I guess so. If we manage to make it sound like Lucius actually did write the letter and if we can fake his handwriting well enough…"
Tom bit his lip, then shook his head. "No, it's too risky, and not really my kind of revenge. It would be perfect if you wanted to hurt him, but it's all a little too… Slytherin for me." Georg frowned when he was compared to a Slytherin, but Tom ignored him. "Besides, Malfoy will end up thinking that Bill wrote the letter, and… I don't think it's a good idea."
"Fair enough," Georg said, leaning his head back as he thought. "Well, if you want to actually use physical violence, I might have an idea. I was in the Restricted Section the other day and found this spell. If you use it on an object and hit someone with it, there isn't a spell that can heal the bruises. So if you put the spell on, say, a ring or something and hit Malfoy in the face with it, he'll have a broken nose and will have to wait until it heals naturally. Even the brilliant Madam Pomfrey will be powerless."
Tom stared at him. "I think I love you," he exclaimed, making Georg laugh.
"Well, if you want to use it, let me know."
"I will. I think I definitely will." Tom nodded, a slow smile spreading on his face as he looked over to the Slytherin table. He cracked his knuckles, licking his lips.
Oh yes. Malfoy would regret this.
Tom wasn't the only one planning his revenge that day. Initially, Bill hadn't planned on striking back, since Tom had promised he would take care of it, but when Draco glared at him in the common room that afternoon for no reason at all, Bill couldn't resist. He reached for his wand and sent a hex Draco's way.
He grinned in satisfaction when Draco inspected his fancy (or not) new haircut in the mirror, looking positively horrified. When Draco grabbed his own wand to send a curse back at Bill, Blaise stepped in front of him, rescuing him from Draco's wrath.
After a brief glaring competition with Blaise, Draco left the common room, cursing loudly, and Blaise turned to Bill, giving him a clueless look.
"What the hell was that all about?"
Bill was still smirking, but being reminded of the events of the past few days, he sighed heavily and let himself fall onto the couch. When Blaise moved to sit next to him, Bill explained everything in the hope that Blaise would be able to help him figure out what to do.
"Nice haircut, Malfoy!"
Tom had been on his way to the Slytherin common room when he ran into Malfoy, and was instantly insanely amused by the other boy's new hairstyle. The top of his head was almost buzzed while he sported a nice mullet at the back of his neck. It looked… different to say the least.
Malfoy growled, reaching for his wand instantly, but Tom was faster.
"Expelliarmus!" he snapped, making Draco's wand fly to the other side of the corridor. Malfoy snarled but he stayed where he was, smart enough not to make a move while unarmed.
Tom smirked as he approached him, tucking his own wand back into his robe pocket. "Really, though," he said slowly. "It suits you. It's Bill's work, I can tell. I'm so proud of him."
He sighed heavily while Draco just glared. "Shut up. You and your fucking psycho brother-"
Tom raised his brows, interrupting him. "Ooh, really? Do you think it's a wise idea to get snappy with me and insult my brother more than you already have?"
He narrowed his eyes as he took another step closer to the other boy. "The things I'd like to do to you, Malfoy…"
"So do it!" Draco snapped, clearly frustrated enough to give Tom such a great opening.
Tom smirked, then raised his fist and punched Draco in the face. The crack of bone was really satisfying, and the little white spark that flew between them told Tom that the ring had done its work. Draco's nose wouldn't be healed by magic.
"There. Now you finally look like the douchebag you are. Let that be the reminder that you are to stay away from Bill in the future. Understood?"
He snorted while Draco looked close to tears, and his stupidly annoying Gryffindor side made him feel a little bad for doing this to him. But then he remembered what this guy had done to Bill, and his face hardened. "Stay the fuck away from my brother from now on. Next time you won't get away with it this easily."
He rubbed his knuckles, biting his lip when he saw that Draco wasn't the only one who was hurt. The ring had clearly affected his own hand as well, and he cursed the fact that he hadn't been more careful.
"Now fuck off," he hissed at Draco, watching him hurry away to pick up his wand before he probably made his way to the Hospital Wing. He bit his lip as he tugged the ring off his fingers and stored it in his pocket, then inspected his bruised knuckles. Draco's nose had been harder than he'd expected.
He took a breath before he continued his way to the Slytherin common room, hoping Bill would be available to nurse his hand back to health.
Chapter 8...
