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(3rd P.O.V {Izaya} )

Halloween came and went quickly, nothing really happening apart from the huge feast, which had been well done. Unfortunately for Izaya, he seemed to have attracted the wolf's attention, as it frequently stopped to observe him when he was outside, but only if the ravenette was alone. At first, the male had found it to be rather unnerving but he gradually got used to the feeling of being watched. Izaya thought it was a shame the creature wouldn't show itself when he was Shizuo as the blonde had a fondness for animals.

The days had started to grow shorter and colder once the year had entered November, so the teen couldn't go out as much. And every time he did manage to get outside the wolf seemed to get closer to him, which made him even more uncomfortable. Funnily enough, when the wolf took too long to show up, Izaya would get worried that something had happened to it and feel awkward without the canine's gaze.

Currently, Izaya was joined by Shizuo and were heading off to a tortuous class of Double D.A.D.A. So far they had learned absolutely nothing apart from the damn rules of discipline that Umbridge had engraved in their skin. Literally. The pair had found out after Shizuo had come back from his first detention with the evil little wench. He had covered his hand to try hide it, but Izaya saw it anyway. And since they were written by her, each line went on forever. The words had even gone up along his companion's arm once.

The bitch also had seemed to have taken a liking to attacking Shizuo about something he'd done in every class every time, even if it was only minor. And the taller male had told him not to defend him after the first time, as it resulted in both nearly getting a weeks detention. And when he'd asked why, Shizuo always found a way to dodge the question.

And if that wasn't the worst, she had been promoted to High Inquisitor, big whoop.

"I wonder what Umbridge is going to fault me on today..?" Shizuo thought aloud, making the raven look up at him. "S'probably my uniform this time." Izaya then noticed that his companion was missing his tie and hadn't bothered to put on his winter robes, which weren't required but with the toad of a witch, anything to nitpick will do.

"How did you lose it?" the raven queried, annoyed that Umbridge would give his friend yet another detention.

"I think I lost it when..." the blonde trailed off, trying to remember where he'd last seen it. He shook his head and gave up after a while, sighing and shrugging his shoulders. Both teens kept walking to their last class of the day, weaving around other students. Some stared after the pair, still in disbelief of the bond the pair shared. The duo had gained quite a lot of fame since they got along so well and because of how they were pretty much screwing over the house rivalries. All of the houses could not believe that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin became the best of friends in less than three months.

Malfoy, even though he still detested other houses, had taken a shine to Shizuo. He'd also become slightly nicer to Shinra and Kadota. Izaya didn't exactly mind Draco as much, although he would send a few warning glares to his fellow Slytherins. Some called him possessive of his new found friend. Scratch that. Everyone called him possessive of Shizuo.

The duo entered the D.A.D.A classroom, the Ministry professor already at her desk, beaming a plastic smile that could win an Oscar for 'World's Most Plastic Smile'. Izaya could see her lips twitch and eyes zone in on his companion, who stared at her tiredly. Actually, Shizuo seemed exhausted recently, although, the blonde had been in quite a few fights, one almost daily. Akabayashi was the main idiot who caused most. These fights happened during any free time the blonde had, cutting the duo's time together to the classes they shared and after school, where Shizuo normally had other detentions from other professors.

"Mr. Heiwajima, you appear to be missing parts of your school uniform." the professor started, her eyes wide with delight. "I'm afraid you are going to be serving another detention with me this evening."

The mocha-eyed teen silently made his way over to his desk and sat down, Izaya following suit. The raven looked over to his friend, concern flickering in his eyes. Shizuo locked eyes with him and smiled, unknowningly flustering the Slytherin. Izaya cursed himself and attempted to smile back, but had to look away as he felt Umbridge's gaze settle on him and the blonde.

"Now class. Please turn to page nineteen where we will continue..." The rustling of paper being flicked to the page resounded around the room, commencing the lesson.

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(3rd P.O.V {Shizuo} )

After yet another tediously boring D.A.D.A class, Shizuo and Izaya made their way to the Great Hall. The blonde yawned again for the sixth or seventh time today, which earned yet another worried glance from the younger male. Shizuo had been in a lot of fights and seemed to never get enough sleep from trying to complete his homework. The Durmstrang transfer had just about had it with the other years, always getting him into trouble. The duo arrived at the Hall quicker than usual and parted to our respected house tables.

Shizuo trudged over to his usual place where he sat, beside a bushy brunette known as Hermione Granger. Out of all the Griffindors, the blonde liked her the most by far, as she was the only one who was absolutely comfortable around him apart from Izaya and Malfoy. He was grateful that she had become his friend, boldly walking over to him and promptly introducing herself. The two boys she hung around with seemed wary of Shizuo but did strike up a conversation from time to time.

"Hey Shizuo." the ginger-haired boy greeted as the taller male sat down and quickly piled his plate with food. The blonde guessed he was trying to act friendly for Hermione's sake... or for his own.

"Hello, how was class?"

The voice of his fellow female Griffindor got the mocha-eyed teen to glance over to her. She had already eaten half of her meal and was smiling at him. Shizuo flashed a tired smile back.

"Hey Hermione, Ron. I got another detention, unfortunately." the blonde said sheepishly, taking a mouthful of mash.

"Bloody hell." Ron exclaimed."How do you survive each time?"

"Again Shizuo? Dear Lord... An evening of writing with that witch." the girl huffed. "If you keep this up it'll become a daily routine for the rest of the year."

The taller teen swallowed and stayed silent. He couldn't help it. Umbridge had a too much of an authoritative view of everything. From an overbearing dress code to examining the other professors, Shizuo felt it was just way over the top. He was pretty sure the rest if the school thought the same. And the damn Ministry of Magic spawn was promoted to High Inquisitor, already having a good chunk of wall being wasted with stupid rules. Plus with the fact she seemed to pop up whenever he was in the middle of a bout with others.

"I know but I can't help it. I'm pretty forgetful and lose stuff easily. And since Akabayashi is trying to get me kicked from the school..." the blonde growled out, viciously taking a bite of steak. Oh that bastard Akabayashi, infamous Read Demon of Hogwarts. Shizuo wanted to rip him to pieces or throw him off the tallest tower in the building. Maybe let him be ambushed in the Forbidden Forest... How lovely would that be.

"Sounds rough..." Harry commented quietly, chewing his food.

"Akabay... Oh... That guy..." Hermione spoke softly. "Can't you just ignore him?"

"Hard to ignore a guy who is trying to punch you in the face."

"Right..."

Shizuo and the Golden Trio talked for a bit more, Harry and Ron inputting their opinions occasionally. At ten to five the blonde bid adieu to them and set off to Umbridge's office, grumbling along the way. He knocked on the door, attempting to achieve a neutral, devoid of emotion expression.

"You may enter." The horribly high voice of the professor called out, making Shizuo clench his fist and open the door as gently as possible. He pretended not to notice that the handle was now ever so slightly mangled.

'Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...'

"Mr. Heiwajima, good to see you again." Umbridge flashed a that fake smile at him, rising from her seat and taking a sip of her tea. "You can sit by that desk as usual and we will start your detention."

Shizuo closed the door, trying not to glare at the witch. He sighed and flopped into the chair carelessly, wiping the smile from her face momentarily. He smirked at that. The blonde knew exactly how to annoy her from past experiences. The special quill she used didn't even feel like a pin prick. It was like when an insect was crawling around on your hand, a spider or one of those bugs with the tiny hooks on their legs. The writing he had to do was more painful, wrist aching after it all. Out of the corner of his eye Shizuo saw her fiddling with the quill. Umbridge had switched the nib, a glint in her eyes.

'What is she doing..? Did it break or something..?' Shizuo thought, and dismissed any of the ideas coming into view. 'It doesn't matter... Lines are lines.'

She placed the quill beside him, her smile somewhat wider than usual. "Now, I want you to write 'I must wear the proper school attire'. Off you go then." Umbridge's sickening sweet voice rang out. The stout witch then turned and went back to her desk, taking another sip of her probably over-sweetened tea.

A short line to write compared to what he normally was given. Why was it short? At least it wouldn't take too long for the message to sink in. Shizuo shrugged and started writing, ignoring the small tingle on his other hand. Funny how a small tingle would turn into something different altogether.

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(3rd Person P.O.V {Izaya} )

Izaya was waiting by the Great Hall, hoping to see Shizuo. The ravenette wanted to see his companion, and that want was slowly twisting into a need. His friend had gone to his detention and was normally back by six. After, the two would talk and Izaya would help Shizuo with his homework, but they never finished it due to the fact of the duo stopping for ten minutes of messing every five minutes.

It was now ten to seven.

'Where is Shizu-chan? He should've been back fifty minutes ago.' Izaya frowned, brow creasing with worry. Was he made write longer lines? Did the blood not sink in? That bitch of a witch... The auburn-eyed teen wished he could just burst into the office and take Shizuo away. Well, he could, but that would certainly earn him a one way ticket to the Detention of Dolores. Yes, he was a coward, but Umbridge also worked for the Ministry of Magic, where his father worked. And anything his father was told, his mother always found out.

Not many people were around the Hall, as dinner had been served and everyone had their own business to attend to. Spotting Shizuo couldn't be hard, what with his height and blonde hair. Just as Izaya thought this, his friend came into view, smiling and waving slightly. This was enough to send the usually quiet teen into a full out sprint.

Izaya could care less about the looks he gained from the few students that were around as he flung himself into the taller teen's arms, which embraced him tightly. He buried his head into the other's chest, all of his concern taking flight. Seeing his partner only for a few hours each day wasn't easy for Izaya, as he couldn't keep an eye on him or make sure nothing major happened to the older male.

"Hey Izaya." Shizuo's voice was soft and gentle, making the smaller of the two want to hear more. He looked up and locked his gaze with the blonde, who's eyes were shining with... pain?!

"Shizu-chan, what's wrong?" The auburn-eyed teen tried to keep his voice steady, his concerns and worries flooding his mind and expression completely.

"Hm? What do you mean? I'm fine." Shizuo looked away, making Izaya more determined to find out.

"Don't lie to me... Tell me what she did... Let me see your hand." Before the other could protest the younger male grabbed his companion's wrist... only to feel something wet and slick on contact. The raven pulled back his hand to see what he'd felt. A deep crimson colour now covered his whole palm, already starting to drip. Shizuo had ducked his head, hair shadowing his eyes.

"Shizu-chan... Show me what she did... All of it..."

"Okay..."

______________to be continued...