27th June 1975
27th June 1975
Slowing his pace, Evan decided it was now or never. It wasn’t as serious as ‘now or never’, yet he could live without the embarrassment. This had all began because of one morning in the Great Hall during their third year. .
//
“Amore mio, he’s just beautiful, don’t you think?”, the boy said, his hair unkempt from sleep. ‘He’ was a specific Remus Lupin - despite their natural dislike of anybody and anything associated with the house of Gryffindor, Lupin was different. Seeming more like a Ravenclaw, the boy was an enigma. You either loved him, or you didn’t even notice that he went to Hogwarts - Evan personally fell in the first category, alongside Barty. Lupin’s tawny curls, a constellation of freckles - Oh god, do you reckon he has them under the robes too? - littered atop his pale complexion. His eyes seemed to change colours too, just adding to his allure; amber to green and back, their gaze was heavy, and - Oh, so desired. “I know what you mean”, Evan sighed. And it continued like that for a while, until-
“Rosie, I’m so bored”, a teasing tone playing on his words, Barty dragged his fingertips alongside Evan’s bare waist. The last time Barty was ‘so bored’, he enchanted his hair, the bottom layer turning a deep green - noticeable, yet not an eyesore by any means. Being Barty, it looked magnificent and Merlin did Evan like it. Not yet having grasped his boyfriend’s attention, he continued, “You know who looked extra good today?” waiting for no reply, he followed “Lupin. Merlin he’s pretty; not as much as you Rosie, never as pretty", he paused his words to catch Evan's lips in a chaste kiss, "but still. He’s just waiting to get scooped up, not sure why Big Black hasn’t made any moves, he’s obviously obsessed with Remus”.
This has resulted in, what was now referred to as in the Slytherin dormitory as - Project Gay Gryffindor. Evan had sighed as soon as he had heard it, but it did encapsulate the plan well. Less of a plan and more of a pursuit of passion, it involved making Remus gay. Well, he was gay - clearly - but did he know?
Surprisingly, none of the Slytherins were up to date with Remus’s sexual awakenings (or possible lack thereof), so in reality the plan was to act on their shared attraction towards the boy, and that involved -.
//
Brushing his pinky past the other’s hand, he looked up at him (literally up, Merlin, Remus was bloody tall for a fourth year). A smile playing on the boy’s lips, he loosely grabbed Evan’s hand and began to divert the route for an alcove, hidden away. Shit, this wasn’t the plan, well it was but, Merlin I wasn’t expecting this. Fuck he’s hot, fuck fuck fuck.
By the time that they had reached the alcove, any space between them disappeared. Maybe he is gay then. “Tell me I didn’t misread the situation, or this is rather embarrassing”, his Welsh more prominent in the secluded area. Evan responded by settling his hand on Remus’s jaw, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips, “No, no, you didn’t. Just fun, not serious innit?”. Remus firmly nodded, not seeming hurt by the implication that it was just for fun. Closing his eyes, Evan’s lips found Remus’s, chapped but fuck, were they soft.
Needing more than a prolonged peck on the lips, he licked his tongue into his mouth; accepted and pleasantly appreciated, he roamed further. The taste of Remus was something special, and Merlin, could the boy kiss. His movements displayed his wanting - never aggressive, rather leading the way.
Robes having been long abandoned, they moved further into each other, kissing on the jaw and neck. Remus’s hands had found their way to Evan’s shirt, leaving it unbuttoned as his lips travelled across the boy’s collarbones. Teeth grazing, Evan pushed Remus’s jumper off - a white vest underneath, fuck the freckles were under the robes too. They found each other’s lips soon enough, wanting more. Sloppier than the first time, the warmth between them apparent; Evan’s hips grinding onto Remus, he palmed the boy through his trousers, a gasp escaping Remus’s pretty mouth. He worked his hand to unzip Remus’s fly - panting into each other’s mouths, kisses exchanged every few seconds. He stepped back, not daring to move his hand. They were alone, for sure, nobody would be out, it was well past 10 (damn Remus’s roommates, this was a fantasy fulfilled for Evan). “Can I?” Evan asked through his laboured breathing, indicating to his hand palming Remus through his trousers. The taller boy nodded, letting him get onto his knees. Unzipping his trousers, and pulling down his boxers shit, fuck, shit, fuck, Evan was shocked - much more pleased than shocked, but shocked could describe it too..
// 10 Minutes Later
As they walked to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room together, they spoke as if nothing had happened - it was for fun after all. “Just wanna make sure Lupin, we’re still good, yeah? I’d sure as hell like to do that again but we’re still mates?” he questioned with a tilt of the head. They had reached the common room by then, standing facing each other. “Evan, I’m not a prude. I'm not like that anyways, Merlin. ‘Course we’re alright, and I’d like to meet Barty properly, yeah?”, Remus replied, ending with a playful smile. Evan nodded, and pulled the boy down for a kiss - obliging easily, Lupin reciprocated. “See you soon Remus”, Evan backed away, sending a wink towards Remus; he turned and walked to the Slytherin dormitory, not waiting for an answer.
“You bet, Rosier.”.
//
“Sei così affascinante“, he said, though it sounded more like an exhale than a sentence. Evan has just recounted the events following the library. “Mhm? Baby, what’d you say?”, lifting his head to look at Barty, he found brown eyes already trained on him. “Just so charming, hmm you’re so pretty Rosie”, he sighed adoringly, caressing Evan’s jaw.
That day Evan realised three things:
1. He loves Barty, so very much.
2. Goblin History is a drab topic.
3. Remus (does he even have a middle name?) Lupin is so very unpredictable and in denial.