Boys wear Pink
“Get out of the way asshole.” Some jerk called to Whizzer, pushing him out of the way as the Slytherin finally looked up from his book.
Glaring at the back of some random girl’s head who was pushing her way past everyone knocking countless little first years over.
“Locomotor Mortis.” He whispered under his breath, grinning to himself when he watch the offending girl’s leg lock together and she fell flat on her face. Whizzer walked forwards with purpose, making sure to kick her side, lightly of course, because he wasn’t that big of a dick.
“Get out of the way.” He mocked down at her, satisfied at the way she glared at him, and he turned to wink at the first year Hufflepuff she also knocked down. The girl grinned at him, and Whizzer quickly moved on before the moment became too soft for his liking.
He was on his way to potions, possible his least favourite class. Sure, he was okay at it, but Snape kind of hated him and always marked him pretty harshly. People always said that Snape favoured the Slytherins, and Whizzer knew that was true, but he also knew that Snape was not going to favour him anytime soon.
He sat down in his normal spot, next to one of the more tolerable Ravenclaws he shared the class with, he believed her name was Caroline or something like that. Her glanced at the board, reading over the spell with little to no interest.
A simple shrinking solution, one that he had read about during the summer when he would rather read his textbooks over than deal with his parents. Those were dark days.
Whizzer quickly grabbed the stuff, shoving it at his partner while he read off the instructions for her to follow. Fair enough in his book, he got the things and told her how to do it, and she did it and gave him pointers on how to improve it altogether. But he couldn’t help but hear the snide marks from his peers, the comments thrown at him throughout class.
He wasn’t a big fan of his house, sure he was proud to be a Slytherin, proud to be considered one of them, but almost everyone in his house could honestly fall into a hole and he wouldn’t care. He hated the fact that they were homophobic, throwing slurs and challenging him at any corner.
It frustrated him, made him want to scream, to hex them, anything to just get them off his back. It was unfair to say it was just the Slytherin’s though, they were just more open about it because he was one of them. Other houses tended to keep in more private, but he could feel the stares, hear the whispers behind his back.
He didn’t let it bother him. But it was always easier with Marvin.
Whizzer frowned, turning the page a bit more angrily than he needed to. Caroline glanced up at him, but he kept reading as if nothing happened so she didn’t question.
Whizzer didn’t like thinking about Marvin, thinking about Marvin lead to him either getting extremely lonely or mad or regretful or all of the above and he hated how the older boy had that effect over him. Hell it had been four months since they broke up, so why wasn’t he just over it yet.
Marvin wasn’t anything that special, and he was mean, and spiteful and sometimes what he said hurt Whizzer. But then again, Whizzer was far from the nicest guy around either.
But seeing Marvin in the halls with Charlotte or Trina or any of his other friends was like a punch in the gut, because as much as he hated it, he was still attracted to that stupid dick. Seeing Marvin laugh or smile or squint his eyes in the way that signalled that he had an idea made something inside Whizzer ache, ache to see him again, to talk to him, to just interact maybe once or twice.
But he was getting over this, he was being stupid. Marvin was just some asshole who used him and played with his feelings and Whizzer shouldn’t want anything to do with him. Should want to see him, or to talk to him, or to kiss him.
Class ended, and Caroline tried to say something to him, but he was off before he could speak, not really in the mood to talk at the moment. The rest of the day dragged on, with Whizzer wishing for it just to end.
Eventually it did, and Whizzer dragged himself back to the Slytherin common room. He hated the place, he really did. The only people who sat there were either kids too nervous to talk to him or anyone, or the assholes who sat there looking for someone to pick on.
Tonight, of course, it happened to be James and his two lackies, sitting by the fireplace just waiting for him to walk in.
“Hey Whizzer! How was class today? Suck a teacher off to get a good grade?” James asked, grinning ferally at him. “Wouldn’t expect anything better from a person like you.”
Whizzer sighed, used to the taunts, the insults, the slurs. It was a constant with James, the older Slytherin loved to harass him for some reason. He pointed his wand at him, not even bothering to look before he muttered a quiet “Langlock.” Leaving the boy sputtering and unable to make a noise.
Whizzer walked a bit faster, making it to his room before James and his goons would chase after him.
One of his roommates, Lance, was already in the room grinning when Whizzer walked in.
“Hey, what’s up? Did you hear about the recent mishap in defence against dark arts?” Lance asked, chattering on and on about a recent mistake the professor made. Whizzer half listened in, half didn’t. He didn’t have the best relationship with Lance, sure they had spent the past six years bunking together, but Whizzer didn’t tend to get to know people much.
Which was weird due to the fact that he was one of the more popular Slytherins in Hogwarts. He wasn’t bragging, but he tended to attract a lot of people. Be it his looks, his carefree attitude, his indifference, his quidditch skills, or something else, people tended to like him.
He didn’t really care for the life much though, sometimes he preferred the silence, the time where he could think and just be in the moment instead of always scheming five steps ahead. He liked choosing who he wanted to be with, to interact with and be seen with. He really didn't really have that choice here, people decided it for him. But talking to people, interacting and improving relationships was the best option for him to go with. He was already at odds, being one of the only openly gay Slytherins meant he faced a lot of shit.
But by strengthening the friendships between his peers, he ensured that it would be easier, that people would like him more, be on his side.
Whizzer liked his life, he really did, but sometimes he wished for more. But then again, the one person he opened up to, got to know and who Whizzer was actually comfortable around had turned around and threw it in his face, so maybe he was better off alone after all.
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Whizzer's favorite place in all of Hogwarts had to be the great lake. He remembered as a little first year he would stare out of the windows in the common room, marveling at the life down there.
When he got older and the common room became less and less safe, he enjoyed walking outside beside it, sitting by the water and doing his homework where no one could bother him.
He brought Cordelia down often, his best friend appreciating the view as they gossiped or talked or told jokes. It became their space, an area for them to relax and be themselves.
When he was with Marvin the two of them would often go down there late at night when they didn't want to be seen together. They would sit by the lake and just lie in each other's arms, sometimes talking, most times kissing, but other times just staring at the water content with just being there.
It was his first time at the lake since the breakup, and Whizzer had to admit it was kind of painful. To stand and see where Marvin and him spent their last happy moment to together, to be where Marvin and him spent time together at.
But he pushed that all away, sitting on the ground and pulling out his homework. He needed some peace and quiet, two months into the year and he really just wanted it to end.
The stress from both schoolwork and the letters from his parents made him irritable and snappy and most days he just didn't have the energy anymore.
He wanted to curl up and sleep for a week, but he knew he wasn't able to. Quidditch had started up again, and honestly it was tiring him out pretty quickly.
So he relaxed, leaning back and scribbling some random answers down, more enjoying the moment. The salty smell of the lake, the rustle of leaves, the warmth of the sun on his face.
He wanted to take a photo of it, a snapshot of the first time he felt content this year. He should bring Cordelia out here again soon, she would love the colors and the sun.
He laid there for hours, finishing up his homework and then just basking in the sun. Around midday he decided to get up, the hunger in his stomach convincing him to head back indoors.
He had barely made it out of the forested clearing and was just around the first bend when he heard someone following him.
He instantly tensed, a thousand different possibilities running through his mind. He kept walking, his fingers running over the smooth wood of his wand.
“Stupefy!” A voice behind him cries and the air is knocked out of Whizzers chest, sending him tumbling to the ground painfully. Whizzer forces himself to his feet, his wand draw as he stares at his opponents.
James and his gang of five other misfits were walking towards him, James wand drawn and he others looking ready for blood.
“Whizzer Brown, pleasure to see you.” James sneered, and Whizzer grinned back.
“James, as horrid as ever. What do you want? No, I am not able to get you a spot on the quidditch team we can’t work with that little talent.” Whizzer shot back, watching in glee as James gave reddened.
“Shut it Brown.” James said, stepping closer causing Whizzer to grip his wand tighter. “You've been a real pain in my ass lately. And its very annoying. You see, I rule the halls here. And you seem to think that you can do anything, be anything, screw anything. I think tis time for a lesson.”
“I think it's time for a new ‘ruler’, your getting a bit old.” Whizzer remark, tired of this already. He eyed the way the goons inched closer to him, he didn’t want to assume these boys were any less dangerous without their wands.
Whizzer was a pretty good dueler, in fact, his teachers often said he was one of the best for his age. But he knew that if this turned into a fight. Five against one seemed a little tilter away from his favor.
“Thin line Brown. You rub me the wrong way, always have. Dating unnaturally and challenging people better than you.” One of the lackies, Alex he thought, said to him.
“Oh sweetheart I really hope you don’t think your better than me.” he snarked, relishing in the way the boy went red.
“Can it Brown.” James snarled, and Whizzer sighed. raiding his voice slightly in order to be heard over the wind picking up.
“Screw off Peterson.” Whizzer snapped. “I’m not in the mood for this.”
And really he wasn’t, he had been enjoying a nice simple day, away from stress and anxiety and expectations, and now here he was, being threatened by five wizards a lot older and stronger than him. He mentally ran over lists of spells that could immobilize them all enough for him to slip away, running over every hex, jinx, and curse he was able to do without actually hurting them too badly.
James stepped forwards, his lips curling up into a smile, a statistical look in his eyes. “Easy words spoken by the man who’s losing this fight.” He taunted.
Whizzer gritted his teeth, still looking for any opportunity to escape.
“Hardly a fair fight.” He scoffed.
“You only say that because you know your going to lose.” Matt, the Hufflepuff, said.
“Why don’t you come back without your goons James.” Whizzer said, ignoring Matt, “See how well you fair after that.”
“I can take you any day you fucking fairy.” James snarled, and Whizzer saw red. He heard it all the time, the slurs, the names, people thinking of him less because he liked guys.
And normally he was able to push it aside, to pretend like it didn’t hurt, but he was pissed, he was tired, and he kind of wanted a fight.
The word was coming out of his mouth before he could stop it, the jinx flying from his lips as easily as ever other word. “Flipendo.”
James went flying with a satisfying crash, flipping through the air and landing on the ground a few feet back, stunned down. Whizzer knew he wasn’t hurt, flippendo was a simple enough jinx that it should immobilize him for at least a few more seconds while he got his breath back.
Whizzer forgot for a quick second that there were other people there.
He didn’t even know what spell hit him, just knew that with a burst of light he was flying to the side, a sharp pain appearing in his side. He had no time before they were on him, hitting him with spells and fists and everything in between.
He fought back as well as he could, and as he turned to avoid a hit to his head, he caught a glance of four students running towards him, wands drawn and throwing spells at the people attacking him. He could barely make out their faces, but he knew exactly who it was.
The messy brown hair, blue wrinkled shirt paired with hideous pants and the anger written in all lines of his body gave it away.
Marvin was here, and Whizzer was in some pretty deep shit.