The start
He lay awake, violet eyes fixed on the ceiling, an annoyed sigh escaping through his nose. One of his roommates, goddamned Michael Adams, had snuck a girl up to the dorms about two hours ago. Merlin, does he hate when Adams brings girls to the boys’ dorms.
They were in their seventh year at Hogwarts, so thankfully Rowan wouldn’t have to deal with Adams’s womanizing bullshit for much longer- Gods- Why couldn’t Adams-
A soft moan cuts off the boy’s thoughts, causing him to turn his head and glare at the closed, albeit swaying curtains, of Adams’s bed. Now that he’s tuned into the sounds the two are making, he can’t help but recognize the voice responsible for the moans.
Did the girl leave? Was that- Was that Hawthorne’s voice?? Liam Hawthorne?? The Ravenclaw who’s Adams’s arch nemesis?!?! MOANING in ADAMS’S bed?!?!? Rowan stares in disbelief as his mind conjures up all sorts of… unholy … thoughts about the two-
Were they faking their rivalry? How big is Hawthorne’s cock? Is Adams bottoming?? Did they bet the other couldn’t fuck well and now it’s escalated to them fucking in Adams’s bed? Rowan puts his money on them making a stupid bet, he doubts the two would be good enough at keeping their relationship a secret, given the fact that they’re LOUDLY FUCKING in ADAMS’S bed in the GRYFFINDOR BOY’S DORMITORY.
So yeah it was probably a bet of some kind. Their…actions made it quite difficult for the violet-eyed boy to fall asleep, however. Rowan contemplates getting up and interrupting the two, maybe then he could get some shut-eye. Although… he doesn’t want to violate the privacy they don’t care much about….and maybe he’s a bit curious about what just Adams was doing to make Hawthorne moan so much-
Rowan never took Hawthorne as the type of guy to be a moaner, he’s all quiet and such, but then again Rowan never took Adams to be the type of guy to be gay. It didn’t fit his vibe, y’know?
Michael Adams, he’s a six-foot-one, dark-brown-haired, blue-eyed, olive-skinned boy who’s the star of the Gryffindor quidditch team. He dates a new girl every week, and all the birds fawn over him. In Rowan’s honest opinion, he isn’t all that amazing, but then again the girls don’t share a dormitory with the bastard, and Adams does his damned best to seem like the best guy in the world or some shit
On the other hand, Liam fucking Hawthorne- possibly the gayest guy at school. Not in a stereotypical way, though. He’s possibly the gayest guy in school because he only flirts with guys, rejects all the girls who ask him out, has over twenty plants, and, well- Look at him-
You don’t see many straight guys dyeing their hair crazy colors and being aware there are more than two genders, especially in the 70s. The violet-eyed boy sighs to himself once more, sitting up and pushing the blankets off of himself. If he wasn’t going to get any sleep, he might as well go down to the common room to read or…something- If Rowan’s being completely honest with himself, he has no idea what he’s going to do.
“Eh,” he thinks as he carefully stands and pulls the covers of his bed back to their usual position “I’ll figure it out. I always do” . And with that, the black-haired boy sneaks downstairs, his footsteps muffled by his red and gold socks. After a few moments, Rowan reaches the Gryffindor common room, tired eyes sweeping the expansive room for any other person who might be awake.
Unsurprisingly, at least to our sleep-deprived protagonist, three people are awake. Granted, these three were always awake at this hour. You would be hard-pressed to catch them sleeping it seems. Rowan suppresses a sigh, silently willing the other boys to somehow not notice him and rope his tired self into their rule-breaking schemes.
But, as per fucking usual, as he tried to quietly walk towards the mini-kitchen in the corner of the common room, every common room has one, one of the boys, Sirius-motherfucking-Black, decided to point out Rowan’s existence to the other two.
“Well! If it isn’t Rowan McCaffee! Been avoiding us have you?” The silver-eyed boy shouts, his scarred, tired-looking friend telling him to quiet down. That was Remus-goddamn-Lupin, honestly, if Rowan hadn’t been roped into a few of their past schemes before, he would be confused as to why the tired boy even hung out with the chaotic bastards sitting around him.
“Aw c’mon Moony-! Gryffindors can sleep through anything!” Sirius chirps in response before turning his attention back to the violet-eyed boy “Either way, come sit down!” the black-haired boy pats the spot next to him on the couch with a pale hand, mouth stretched into a friendly, albeit mischievous grin. Rowan lets out a defeated sigh before walking over, spider-like fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his oversized pajama shirt.
“What in Merlin's name are you three assholes planning this time..?” Rowan mumbles, his violet gaze finding the map resting on the table before them.
“I, for one, take offense to being roped in with these idiots” Remus responds, gesturing towards Sirius and, the third of their group, James-fucking-Potter. Who mock-gasps indignantly at this statement. “Moony-! If you didn’t have us, who would help you with your furry little problem ?” The glasses-wearing boy retorts, lightly punching Remus’s shoulder.
The brown-haired boy shoots James a glare before rolling his eyes, looking over the map once more as Sirius turns to face Rowan. “A late-night prank on Hydrus and his genius-wizard friend, and you’re just the man we need for it to work” the silver-eyed seventh-year explains, pointing to Ravenclaw tower on the map with his wand. Rowan sighs at this “first Adams fucks his enemy, and now I’m roped into playing a prank on fifth-years. What’s next? I help you steal dog treats from the kitchens?” he mutters, sitting up a bit so that he can see the map a bit better.
James snickers at the violet-eyed boy’s comment, reaching over Remus to give Sirius a nudge “Not a half-bad idea, it’d sure as hell make you easier to train” he teases. Both Remus and Rowan roll their eyes at this, Sirius mock-gasping as he starts bickering with James over him implying he needs to be trained anyhow.
“James, stop teasing Sirius, Sirius, we all know you’re a good boy, now can we get on with our plan?” Remus sighs, fixing the two with an exhausted, yet amused look. If the boys’ bickering was any indication to Rowan, sleep was out of the question tonight, and quite possibly for the weeks to come, if he knew anything about Arminius Calico.
“Suppose I should’ve expected as such,” He thinks, eyelids slipping down over his violet eyes as he leans against the back of the red couch, “I should’ve known from the moment I saw their beds unoccupied that tonight would be a restless night” .
. . .
“What. The. Fuck. Were. You. THINKING?!” Rowan shouts, holding onto the sweater-clad waist of James-reckless-motherfucker-Potter as they swerve around a solid stone-brick wall. “SIRIUS’S LITTLE BROTHER IS FRIENDS WITH ARMINIUS FUCKING CALICO?!” The shorter black haired boy screams, James pulling their shared broomstick into a sharp nosedive towards the very firm ground of a fucking STONE COURTYARD-
It was moments like these where Rowan questioned what was going through professor McGonagall's head when she placed him next to the three in transfiguration… and apparently every other class with them he has- Rowan squeezes his eyes shut, clinging tighter to the boy in front of him. “He’s a jock, he plays quidditch- he-” Rowan opens his eyes to see the whomping willow up ahead, the murderous tree looming out of the darkness “He’s going to get us fucking killed!”
“JAMES-” he screams, “WHAT THE F-” “I GOT THIS, RO, DON’T WORRY-” James shouts, cutting him off as he expertly guides the broom between the thrashing branches of the homicidal tree. Rowan would be impressed if he wasn’t scared for his goddamn life. He finds himself clinging tighter to James’s middle as they swerve between the branches, hiding his face in the quidditch captain’s back… were his shoulders always this wide?
Either way, soon the two are zooming up into the night sky, James, the maniac he is, laughing. He’s fucking laughing! Rowan pulls his head away from James’s sweater-clad back to say something about how fucking insane he is when the broom dips, going into a dive between castle turrets. “JA-AHHHHH-” The violet-eyed boy screams, wrapping his arms fully around the quidditch-captain’s waist, squeezing as tight as he can, face scrunching and pressing once more into the red and gold wool of his sweater.
Rowan’s face doesn’t leave James’s back until his sneakers hit the cobblestone of a courtyard, the violet-eyed boy pulling his face away from James’s shoulders and opening his eyes. Face flushing scarlet as he realizes he’s still pressed as tightly as he could press himself against the taller boy. He pushes himself off of him and climbs off the broom, “GYAH- WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!” he shouts, adjusting the borrowed, ill-fitting sweater that hangs off his thin frame “THE WHOMPING WILLOW?! WERE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED ?!”
James dismounts the broom with a mischievous grin “C’mon, Ro! I wouldn’t have let anything happen to us-” Rowan turns, violet eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised “Ah yes, because you can control fucking homicidal trees-”
The shorter boy rolls his eyes as James walks over, the taller’s eyebrows raising as he gets close enough to see Rowan’s blush in the faint moonlight. Rowan looks up at him “What are you staring at, Prongs?” He squints “I thought deer couldn’t see in the dark-”
James’s grin has fallen, replaced by a smirk “You’re blushing, Ro~” he teases, brown eyes glimmering as they meet wide violet ones. “N-Nu-uh-” Rowan mutters, bringing his hands up to his face in order to hide its flushed state. “You can’t deny it Ro! You’re attracted to me!” James crows, his own cheeks gaining warmth, though he was too dark for it to be noticeable in such poor lighting. “I would never be attracted to an arrogant twat.” Rowan retorts, face utterly aflame. “Unless I change your mind~!” James fires back, coming to a halt in front of Rowan “o-only if you’d like me to, though-” he mutters quickly, looking away.