Cyrus began to zone out as McGonagall would call a new first year up to the sorting hat. Their eyes slowly gravitating over each student they remember from last year. Of course their eyes were almost immediately drawn to the group of redheads. Mainly to the twins as their house gains a member, the loud congratulatory applause drawing Cyrus’s attention.
Unfortunately after a first year was deemed a Slytherin, Cyrus turns their eyes back to the twins and locks gazes with George’s. They watch as George first looks shocked, then smug before elbowing his brother, nodding in Cyrus’s direction. Not wanting to back down, Cyrus switched twins. Locking their gaze with Fred's, then back to Georges. Only being forced out of their staring contest by someone slamming into their side as another first year was put into Slytherin.
Not wanting to risk another stare down Cyrus focuses on McGonagall calling out the last names. A sigh of relief when Dumbledore's speech was short and the feast appeared in front of them. Piling their plate high with different items from the table.
After eating a bite of a creamy pasta they look up, George's blue eyes catching their grey ones. A smirk pulling at his lips as he points to the creamy substance on the corner of Cyrus’s mouth. Cyrus pulling a flirtatious look takes their finger wiping it off slowly before licking their finger, keeping eye contact with the quieter twin. His already dark blue eyes seem to turn stormy as his eyes squint, watching the young Slytherin.
A smirk plays at Cyrus’s lips the rest of the meal, finishing off their plate with a strawberry tart. Not daring to look at the Gryffindor table, Cyrus stands turning quickly and heads out of the great hall. The hallways littered with students catching up over the summer. Cyrus walks past them when a familiar voice calls from behind them.
“Wait up Sterling!” Cyrus slowly turns to face the tall red head.
Cyrus sighs, “Yes George?”.
“Did you guess or did you know I'm George?” A playful smile pulling at his lips.
“I knew, Slytherin cunning remember.” Cyrus rolls their eyes. George’s infectious smile forcing Cyrus to smile with him.
“Or you have spent that long drooling over me.” And the smile is gone.
Cyrus sighs, “I don’t really want to do this Weasley. Say what you needed to say.”
“I was going to ask if you are still going to play quidditch this year.”
Cyrus squints regarding George again, “You could have found out at practice”
“Always so suspicious, Sterling?”
“When it comes to Fred and you, I’m very suspicious. Speaking of which, where is the devious twin?” Cyrus asks, looking down the hall looking for the other twin.
“got caught up with Angelina” George shrugs. “Are you? Playing this year?”
“Yes George, I will be beating your ass again this year.” Cyrus shoves his arm, turning around to walk to the Slytherin common room.
George follows after them, “Gryffindor has won more games against Slytherin since Harry.”
“Yes yes, golden boy. However, I do remember knocking you off your broom a few times now.” Cyrus chuckles mainly to themselves, remembering the impact of slamming into George's broom.
George leans over slightly shoving Cyrus with his shoulder, “Don’t look so proud of yourself.”
“Why not, it was a good hit.” Cyrus chuckles, wiping their cloak, straightening it out.
George grabs their hood tossing it over Cyrus’s head, “Because your face might freeze like that.”
Arriving at the blank wall hiding the Slytherin common room door Cyrus turns to the tall red head. “You have now bugged me all the way to my common room.”
“I’ll do it again some time.” George smirks
“You might be able to. See you around Weasley.” Cyrus waves over their shoulder as they approach the wall, whispering the password.
The common room was mostly empty, the rest of the students still catching up throughout the castle. Cyrus sighs, the dark common room bringing a form of comfort as they turn down the hall, finding their dorm room door ajar. Opening the door slowly Cyrus spots their roommates bright platinum blonde hair.
Cyrus sighs, closing the door behind them before walking further into the room. Kneeling down to the dark trunk before opening it, pulling out a dark green box. “I got you something Malfoy.”
Draco finally turns to Cyrus, spotting the small box. “Your parents now making you buy us things?” He huffs, taking the box.
“My mother would be overjoyed but no, found this and thought you might like it.” Cyrus sighs standing up from the kneeling position, flailing out on the closest bed. Burying their head in the soft pillow.
Draco lifts the lid of the small green box, a mostly translucent dark green stone sat in white paper, lifting it up he spots the silver chain holding the stone in place. “And what is it?”
“Sea glass you idiot. I put it on a chain so it wasn't just a rock.” Cyrus laughs, lifting their head out of the pillow to look at the Slytherin prince.
“You better not be hoping I wear this.” Draco scoffs, lowering the necklace gently into the box, closing the lid softly.
Cyrus smiles, knowing how Draco is. “I wouldn't dream of it, no idea why I even gave it to you. Give it back.”
Draco holds the box closer to himself, “No way, I need to keep this to make fun of you.”
“Oh alright Malfoy.” Cyrus playfully gives up sitting up on the bed. “Your summer?”
“More of the same. Yours?” Draco asks, sliding the box into his robe before sitting down on the bed next to Cyrus.
Cyrus groans as Draco shoves their legs out of the way. “More social climbing from my mother.”
Draco scoffs, “I heard, your mother actually sent an owl to mine.” Draco lays back on Cyrus’s bed.
“mmm great.” Cyrus groans rolling up their sleeves, roughly massaging the exposed forearm
Draco fiddles with his rings, spinning one of them around his finger. “I’m guessing you didn’t get much time to practice?”
Cyrus scoffs, “Why is everyone asking me about quidditch? We have been here all of five minutes.”
“Everyone? Who is everyone?” Draco asks, alarmed. Leaning up onto his arms to regard Cyrus.
“First George and now you. I swear is that all I’m good for?” Cyrus groans, not understanding why its bothering them so much.
“George? Weasley?” Draco asks appalled.
“Don't start Malfoy.”
“I’m not I’m just surprised he can talk without being in the twiddle dee and twiddle dum grouping.” Draco chuckles falling back down onto the bed.
“Twiddle dee is Goyle and Twiddle dum is Crabbe and you know it. The Weasley twins are definitely thing one and thing two” Cyrus laughs
Over the years of the two of them being friends Cyrus has shown Draco things from the muggle world which he says he doesn't like but reference frequently when they are together.
Cyrus sits up when the dorm door flies open, Theo and Blaise barging in. Groaning, “The hell Zabini?” Cyrus falls back onto the bed covering their face with a pillow. Cyrus feels the bed shift heavily. Theo and Blaise piling on top of Draco and Cyrus.
“Didn’t even miss me Sterling?” Theo laughs close to Cyrus’s ear. Cyrus shoves him off the bed with more strength than they meant to. “Damn Sterling? Did you do anything other than work out during your summer?”
“You want to win this year?” Cyrus reacts angrily, pulling down their sleeves.
Theo holds his hands up in surrender, “Woah mate, just messing with you.”
“Don't mention my workouts and I won't mention whichever girl you are messing with, got it?” Cyrus practically growls.
“Done.” Theo murmurs before turning to Draco and Blaise, talking about their respective summers.
Cyrus feels bad about snapping at Theo but refuses to tell him. Opting to lean over the bed to reach their trunk. Pulling out two large dark green present boxes, handing one to Blaise and the other to Theo.
“What’s this?” Theo asks, raising an eyebrow as he opens the box.
“Just take it, mother picked it out.” Cyrus groans, switching to Draco’s empty bed. Watching Theo pull out the dark green sweater.
“Oi, Why didn’t I get one?” Draco huffs
Cyrus looks at Draco, then down to Draco's pocket. “You really want my mothers bribes?”
“Oh so this is a bribe?” Theo laughs.
“Yeah to stop being a git.” Cyrus reaches over to the neighboring bed, shoving Theo’s head.
The evening continues with them catching up over the summer, and comparing classes. Excited for the new school year. Theo and Blaise leave for their dorm and Draco starts unbuttoning his shirt, getting ready for bed. Cyrus tries to keep their eyes off Draco's bareback, watching the muscles flex as he moves.
Draco was lean yet still muscular and Cyrus could not take their eyes off the way his back dips at the small of his back. Realizing they were staring Cyrus clears their throat grabbing their pajamas walking straight into the adjoined bathroom. A deep sigh escapes their lips as they look at their reflection.
Pulling their short dark wavy hair back out of their face. Tugging off the button down Cyrus stares at their torso. The dark sports bra digging slightly into her sides, pulling it off to switch it with a looser bra. Pulling on the oversized sweatshirt and thick pajama pants She stares at her reflection again. Everything about her screamed masculine. The sharp angles of her face, high cheekbones, strong jaw, and dark brows. Her resting bitch face doesn't help either, she thinks to herself. The only feminine parts of her face being her button nose, which has been broken so many times that it's slightly crooked.
She starts scratching her undercut, starting at the back of her head to the sides before brushing out the remaining chin length waves. The entire time she stares at her arms, the veins popping out slightly from the movements. Finally opening the door back to the dorm she drags herself to the empty bed. Looking at Draco sitting in his bed holding open a book with one hand as she flops onto the mattress.
*** Draco’s Pov ***
Draco continues to read the collection of short stories until he hears the soft deep breathing from the other bed. Turning over in the bed to pull the small green box out of the nightstand. The silver chain dangling between his fingers as he looks at the sea glass. Swirls of dark green mixed in with the lighter hues. The silver clasp grasping the stone tightly.
Draco scoffs at himself, 'Why is he reacting to a gift like this?' Cyrus has always gotten him things every year, why is this one different. Draco sighs, lifting the glass to his eye to look through it, Focusing on Cyrus’s sleeping form. Pulling the glass away from his eye he looks over Cyrus again. His dark brown hair covering his face, his exhales moving a few strands of hair with every breath.
Draco has to admit his friend is very attractive, wondering why he has been single all these years. Ducking his head into the chain Draco drops the stone down his shirt, to keep it close for when he can tease Cyrus of course.