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Hogwarts AU meme

Specify:

student/professor/castle ghost, etc.
what house
what year
pure blood/muggle born/etc.
any other preferences

Pick a prompt below or RNG

Prompts:

Quidditch Match: are you a player? a fan? someone who doesn't care for the sport but got dragged along anyway?
Welcome Feast: first years getting sorted, old friends seeing each other again, and all that food!
NSFW (Not Safe For Wizards): grabbing a quickie in the prefect's bathroom, seven minutes in heaven in the Room of Requirement, or what little witches get up to in the girls' dormitories.
Detention: are you cleaning cauldrons or sent off into the Forbidden Forest? either way, you're in trouble!
Class: passing notes in Potions, running late for Care of Magical Creatures, discussing selfies in Muggle Studies... whatever you're doing, remember, you're here to learn!
Holidays: do you go home for Christmas, or are you still at school? and what ugly sweater is Mum going to send this year?
Hogsmeade: congratulations, your parents signed the permission form (or maybe you forged the signature). time for some time outside of school.
Diagon Alley: back to school shopping! don't forget to stop by Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!
Choose Your Own Adventure: but remember, the wand chooses the wizard.

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[ isn't it just a shame that Charles Xavier would be the one to sit next to him in Potions class? they're partners, more Xavier's choice than Lehnsherr's - the skinny brown-haired Ravenclaw seemed to clamour onto him the moment they found they had classes together. for all that Erik Lehnsherr's reputation throughout school is one of being stoic and terribly unfriendly, Charles is just the opposite - overly pushy, often times to the point of annoying, and terribly vocal about Muggle Studies and rights for half-wizards. Despite the fact that he's come from one of the richest, longest, purest families of Ravenclaws in the world. in fact, it's whispered that his family practically provided all of the money to build most of the add-ons after the 1850s, but Xavier hardly cares to talk about that.

Instead, he'd rather chop up ragweed next to Lehnsherr, talking his ear off about some upcoming event that the school is putting on - some kind of dance, for some reason, that Xavier is terribly excited about. ]

...though I don't necessarily think I'd take a date with me, truthfully, I doubt Raven would want to go to something as silly as that, and besides she's told me she already has her eye on someone else - someone from her own house, I'm sure, it's a shame she was split up from me but I certainly understand it as well. The sorting hat does choose the house, after all, and despite her being one of the smartest girls I've ever met, cunning certainly describes her as well...

[ sorry, Erik. ]

[ Erik is honestly just trying to chop his own ragweed without snapping and doing something like hexing his partner into the next life. He's a decent person to be paired with, at least, one of the smartest Ravenclaws there ever were and a pureblood to boot but he never ceased talking. For someone like Erik, who revelled in stoicism and quiet, the grating tone of the never-ending monologue was enough to make him want to throw his things to the ground and storm out of the room. How had Xavier not noticed that he was talking to himself, the rest of the classroom a buzz around them as Erik tried to ignore him.

Of course, only Xavier would use Potions class to air out his own social grievences and Erik almost growls as he turns, one hand fisted at his side as the other reaches up, smothering Charles' mouth with his palm before he stares down at the other boy. How has his reputation not proceeded him? Why had Xavier chosen him of all the people in the room to partner with and why wouldn't he shut up? ]

You will find a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff or someone from your own house. You will have a good time. Raven is an incredible witch, exquisite, truly, and you should know that her cunning is second to her determination to prove herself. Finally, if you do not cease your meaningless, idle chatter I will curse your tongue from your mouth and use it as an ingredient.

[ He keeps his hand there, lifting an eyebrow, waiting for confirmation. ]

[ he's rather good in the Potions department at least - it's a bit like cooking he imagines, something he's babbled about in kind to Lehnsherr when the man's been silently chopping ingredients over the last several minutes. he talks terribly often to Lehnsherr, simply taking the other man's silence as something that's meant to be filled with his own words. he didn't particularly mind talking to himself, or that Lehnsherr wasn't responding to him, actually rather surprised when he does.

he blinks up at him with those wide, Ravenclaw-blue eyes, almost as Xavier-quality as his lineage. he never blinked an eye at the man's supposed "reputation". what was wrong with that?

he's silent for a moment as he nods his ascent, and then as soon as that hand goes away, he's back to speaking again. ]

Now now, I don't want to completely rule out Slytherin as an option. [ you really don't frighten him, Erik. ]

[ Erik almost grinds his teeth together, shaking his head and trying to ignore the other man. All he did was fill their time with insane, ridiculous chatter - which, he thinks, might be a pleasure for anyone else. For himself, though, it was entirely unwelcome: all he wanted was to get his potion made and get the grade he needed to graduate. Making friends and being buddies with his partners seemed a little ridiculous when they would never speak again once they were done with classes.

... But, of course, it's hardly that easy, not with Xavier. As soon as his hands are back to moulding his ingredients the other man is speaking again and Erik rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to slam his head into their desk. How can one man be so utterly frustrating? ]

I think they would rule you out as an option. [ Erik throws the weed into his cauldron and turns his head back to lift an eyebrow at the other man, expression terse. ] You're far too nice.

[ he seemingly doesn't pick up on the other man's irritation. or, perhaps he does - and simply ignores it. the Slytherin student is incredibly well-known for being socially silent; he's often heard stories, sometimes threats of violence but never real evidence. remarkably, Charles is flying through the potion making - already slicing his next ingredient thinly, glancing off-handedly into the cauldron before responding. ]

I'm not too nice, I'd say I'm a fair amount, but not too. [ indignant, as if in this case being nice were an insult. he is rather proud of being kind, but far be it for him to explain that to someone who didn't value it quite as much. ] I can be right pretentious when the time calls for it, something I'm fairly sure you lot enjoy on occasion. [ he sighs heavily, and chops the newt spleen into tiny little chunks, sprinkling it over the top. ] Oh, I don't know.

[ he glances up at Erik. ]

Would you date me? [ nothing if not forward, this Ravenclaw boy. ]

[ He'd been set to continue to ignore his partner for the rest of the class, especially since they both seemed more than adept at simply continuing their potions - both of them were rather good at the subject, it seemed - but, of course, the barrage of talk just kept coming. Erik was close to turning and casting a spell to shut the other boy up before his anger bubbled over when his question comes and he finds himself at a bit of a loss for words. ]

Excuse me?

[ He obviously misheard. But, thinking back, no, no he didn't. ]

Very pretentious indeed. Also rather assuming, as if the lot of us weren't already aware. [ Erik turns, then, finally, actually looking down at Charles from his seat beside him. He's entirely frustrated with this situation and would rather it was over and done with. Now. ] I don't see how my romantic inclinations have anything to do with your future endeavours - and, furthermore, it's rather a leap to go from asking your sister to a dance to suggesting that I might be interested in you whatsoever.

[ he was checking to make sure you were paying attention, Erik. good on you, still listening. ]

I asked if you would date me. [ as though he's explaining the easiest concept in the world. truthfully, it's not that hard to grasp, you're a smart boy, aren't you, Erik? he repeated himself, only to have Erik glance down at him with those steely blue eyes that might have weaker boys cower in their seats. Charles simply looks up, seemingly curious, noting that he hasn't necessarily said no. he's just. well. avoided the question for the most part. ]

Well, yes, I can truthfully admit to my flaws. I'm terribly conceited in some regard, but not entirely unwarranted. Considering I've got top marks and frankly, I've been told my looks are very appealing, I think I've earned the right to feel proud of such things. And regarding Raven going with me, that was a bit ago, Erik, we were already through speaking about that I thought, considering that Raven seemed to be more inclined to go with this boy she supposedly has a crush on.

[ he barely waits a beat. and maybe, just maybe, he's slightly nervous, thus the reason he's talking so terribly much, and fast at that. ]

I'm asking because I'm interested -- truthfully.

You are interested in what. Me? [ Forgive him for his snort, Charles.

No one has ever truly been interested in him before. Of course girls have flattered their eyes at him and giggled as he walked by but it had always been out of a fancy for his reputation rather than who he was. Every woman wanted to be the one to have conquered the heart of the most stoic and cold of Slytherin house, at least the ones that had tried so far, and so he had deemed it a waste of his time. Why put energy and thought into being with someone who wanted to break him rather than accept him? It seemed foolish. ]

Your looks are... They are passable. And your mind is lovely, I'm sure you have been told, Xavier. You hardly need to come to me for compliments - you won't find any, I assure you.

[ A lie, of course, because there has been many times he has found himself thinking of the beautiful blue of the other boy's eyes, the curl of his hair and the pink of his lips and cheeks, the way he always seemed to brighten ever so slightly when Erik entered a room, be it the Great Hall or the Potions classroom. Private thoughts but thoughts all the same. ]

I don't date, you know that. Everyone knows that. It's a game to them and I have no interest in being a pawn for the passing fancy of Ravenclaw house students. The girls gave up months ago - I suppose it's about time the boys gave it ago. Is that the assumption now? That because I have no interest in dating the woman of this school that I must, therefore, want to be with the men?

[ He stares at his cauldron, trying to ignore the truth of it. ]

It seems a trifle foolish, if you ask me.

That is what I said. [ does he have to continue to repeat himself?

and he is, anyhow. Interested. Not just because of the man's looks, nor his reputation, though those certainly have something to do with it. they've been classmates for however long, partners for a short time, and he's rather…intrigued, by the other boy. he's terribly handsome, of course, and the succinctness of his replies have never really bothered him, simply made him more …attractive, in a strange way. he doesn't want to break him, doesn't want to mold him, simply just …enjoys the other wizard for who he is. ]

You just said I had a lovely mind, I'd count that as a compliment. Even the supposed "passable looks" is downright friendly, coming from you. [ his cheeks are practically pink, his tone a tease, because Erik seems awfully skittish about this all of a sudden, and he's already feeling rather -- well. perhaps Potions class was not the best place to ask, considering he's trying to keep his voice down, trying to focus on making the potion in front of him, and he's taking this as a rejection. it is a rejection, isn't it? suddenly he feels the desire to have Erik make his words a bit more clear. ]

I'm not asking if you want to date me, I'm asking if you would date me. That's entirely different, I'll have you know. You don't have to date me if you don't wish, I was… simply, curious, that's all. [ he shakes his head, and just tosses the rest of his ingredients in, the potion in the cauldron turning a bright blue - just as it's supposed to. at least he's done that much right. ]

You don't have to be interested back. If you're not interested because I'm a man, just say so. [ he slides back from his cauldron to go throw away the dregs of his ingredients, feeling - well, terribly foolish, rather than just a trifle. ]

I didn't say I wasn't interested.

[ And, for a long time, that's all he says. It's a fumble, all of this, a strange mix of longing and reluctance taking over him and making him feel a little out of place. He's never been particularly adept at social interaction, both because of his nature and because of his House, but he had never particularly cared until he realised just how out of sorts he had been around Xavier. He was... At a loss, that seems a good word for it, and unsure how to continue without making even more of an idiot of himself.

He watches Charles for a long moment, tongue rubber in his mouth. His cheeks are red again, his eyes almost sparkling, his voice low and teasing in the din of the classroom and, oh, fuck, he's so fucked. He's fucked over for this boy and he doesn't know what to do about it. At least Charles wasn't a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff - he'd hear no end of awful commentary if his house found out he was interested in either of those. At least a Ravenclaw wouldn't ruin the scraps of his reputation that would be left over once he, perhaps, found the will to admit his feelings.

(Homosexuality was the least of his worries at Hogwarts, thank god). ]

So it is idle curiosity that has you asking these inane questions, is it? Poking at the bear to see if he has a heart after all? [ Erik almost snorts. It's far easier to dismiss this as some kind of joke just in case that's all what it is. He doesn't want to admit the truth just in case he falls flat on his face and ends up shamed in front of the entire school months before he graduates. It would be a shame. ] I would date you, if this weren't some game for your amusement, I suppose. You're handsome enough and smart enough to keep up with me, logically speaking. Your being a man has no bearing on my emotions either way - both sexes are equally as exquisite in my mind.

[ He hesitates, then, looking around at the classroom and shaking his head. ]

And that was as much of a compliment as I would give anyone. I think you understand that I do not flatter people nor tell them things they are already aware of - it's a waste of time. [ He hesitates, then, before -- ] If you have something you want to ask me, Xavier, then, please, hurry up. I hate games.

[ Oh. Oh.

Oh, and now it's Charles' turn to feel so horribly, terribly awkward all of a sudden, having resigned himself to feeling foolish rather than prideful and cocky as he'd approached the situation with Erik, and he wonders, glancing into the potion, if it's some sort of side-effect - hardly a side-effect of a curing draught to make someone change their mind. But, again, his mind carefully reminds him - he hadn't ever said he wasn't interested.

He didn't, after all. Charles seems to be - for a moment, speechless, lips opening and words forming but no sound coming out to help make this situation any easier. And Lehnsherr looks so terribly fucking attractive like that, staring at him with those incredible eyes, and terribly pink lips that look perfectly kissable and he knows perfectly well that kissing Erik in the midst of class is Not an Appropriate action for him to take. He breathes out after a moment, not realising he'd been holding his breath. ]

Not necessarily, no. [ he responds, almost shyly, finally. ] You obviously have a heart, you keep it well hidden of course, simply because it's not there on your sleeves for everyone to see doesn't mean you don't have one. [ he's stammering, he's rambling again, and he's running a hand through his messy brown curls, closing his eyes for a moment to try to think through the rapid-fire thoughts that continue to race through his head. ] You're rushing me. I hate being rushed, Lehnsherr, honestly, ask anyone, it's terrible - I - [ oh, is he handsome, now? that has him shutting up again. why Erik complimenting him like this has an effect on his ability to speak is just absolutely dreadful, and he continues to simply stare at him for a moment. ]

Yes, well. Fine. If you're going to rush me, then yes, I've already stated my interest in you, and if you would be willing, I would enjoy courting you. [ who uses words like that? why did he just say that? ] Rather, er. Date you. If you would be obliged.

[ ugh. ]

Come with me to the dance?

[ Erik watches him, an amused twitch to his lips the only thing betraying how utterly hilarious he finds Xavier's embarrassment.

Finally, though, he's speechless, and Erik finds momentarily relief in it. He uses the slight silence to focus on his potion, to throw some ingredients in and stir it, counter-clockwise four times and then clockwise three, watching the colour change before he nods his head. It needs to boil for nearly ten minutes, now, and he thinks that's more than enough time for himself and the other boy to sort things out, whatever those things might be. He'd have to do it sooner or later, given they only had so much class time and he didn't want to be followed around school.

He had enough of that from the first years.

Tilting his head towards the other boy he pretends to consider his words for a long moment, drawing out the torture. He was a Slytherin, after all, and he relished the shuffling and pinked cheek embarrassment the other boy was offering him. It was almost charming, if one was fond of that sort of thing (and Erik would never admit how honestly fond of it he was, though he thinks it might only be because it's Xavier and not someone else). He shakes his head, finally, lifting a hand to stall the nervous chatter so he can get a word in edgewise. ]

You put too much thought into deconstructing my words, Xavier. You need to relax a little more, I think. [ He wants to reach out and smooth those curls but he resists, not quite ready to play his hand just yet. Instead he settles back in his chair, almost fond as he stares over at his partner. He was handsome, true, and adorable as well, and... Entrancing in a way he couldn't quote explain. It was frustrating. ] I was hardly rushing you. I simply said my peace and asked you to say yours. You're the one who has rushed through the matter. I merely wanted you to get to your point and cease the mindless flattery.

[ Finally, though, Erik smiles, an actual smile, something far softer than his usual teethy grin. He watches Xavier squirm for a long moment before he nods his head. ]

I would be willing to both be courted and escorted to the school ball.

[ he feels, in some various manner, that he's being mocked. the Ravenclaw glances towards him after he finally says his agreement, nods his head, and that was far too tortuously long for someone to take to answer a question like that, but when he receives the answer he cannot help but be relieved. ]

You're terribly cruel, you know that? [ were all Slytherins this teasing? he doesn't quite ask the question, but it reminds him of Raven and the younger Slytherin girl had always teased him in often the same manner. the idea of courting Erik Lehnsherr is something quite astonishing however, and he can't help but feel a swell of pride at getting the answer he'd wanted - yet certainly didn't expect. ]

Not only did you allow me to think for nearly half our conversation that you were rejecting me, but did it really take you so long to tell me yes? [ a brief complaint, before he simply smiles - bright-eyed and beaming. he's happy, honestly, terribly happy, letting out a low sigh once the initial panic and embarrassment wore off. ] For the record, it'd be an awful lot easier to relax if I didn't just ask out the most attractive man in Hogwarts history. [ he mumbled before peeking at the potion, as if he could speed up the time they'd take to finish. ]

You can call me Charles, if you would like.

I'm a Slytherin. [ As if that explains everything. He glances over at Xavier - Charles, he corrects - and lifts his lips into another smirk, this one a little more pleased. How could he not draw this out, play a little flirtation game, see the object of his affection flustered and bashful? It was a tease and he enjoyed it; it was in his nature, after all.

Still, he reaches up to finally drag a hand through those curls, hoping to be somewhat soothing if not tender. ] Of course it did. You beat around the bush and so I thought that I must as well. It was a rather charming game, but didn't you get what you want? [ And, oh, thinking of himself as a prize, worthy of attention and determination, was enough to make Erik preen a little - and being reminded of how attractive he was to the rest of the school population was hardly going to burst his arrogant bubble.

He turns, leaning down, lifting Charles' face back to him and offering a grin, all teeth and pleasure. ] Charles it is, then. [ And then, casually lifting a textbook, he presses the swiftest of kisses against Charles' mouth before he drops back, returning to his potion as if nothing had happened. ]

[ so it was a house-wide conundrum. ] You've proven my theory then. All Slytherins are terribly cruel people who enjoy teasing far too much. [ he's watching the man, somehow disarmed, unable to keep himself from smiling like an absolute loon. it's terrible, really, how exciting it is to have the man look at him in that way.

and then to touch him, gently, and perhaps this should have been Erik's strategy all along if all he really needed was for Charles to shut up and be quiet, because he's certainly bright red at this point, clearing his throat and attempting to say something in response, having a terrible time at it at first, as if Erik was doing such a thing on purpose. and he's not so quite convinced that the Slytherin isn't, especially whenever the man lifts his chin to look at him, teeth bared and looking awfully, awfully snake-like --

then saying his name like that and leaning in, textbook held against anyone's prying eyes, brushing his lips against his quickly, only to pull straight away and go back to his cauldron. Charles is left stammering for a moment, thoughts racing too fast for his mouth to quite catch up, and then he's finally managed to find his voice. ]

You are...a right evil bastard. [ he breathes out finally. ] Who is terribly good at kissing.

[ Erik laughs at that, a deep chuckle that comes from his chest and rises through to tumble out of his mouth almost without his consent. Turning his head he lifts an eyebrow, managing a smile. It's charming, the way Charles reacts to him, utterly charming, and he finds himself a little spellbound by it. If he hadn't been previously aware of his feelings for the other boy he might blame it entirely on some form of love potion, thinking himself overcome thanks to magic rather than the natural course of his feelings.

He gives his potion a cursory look before he's turning back to gaze at Charles. He's handsome, from the curl of his hair to the pink of his cheeks, his lovely pale skin dotted with a few freckles, as if to make him more adorable than he already was. He's enticing, that's for certain, in a way that Erik had never truly expected. Charles Xavier is a marvel, a handsome, precious marvel, and he's rather glad that he found himself a potions partner in him.

Imagine how things would have turned out if he hadn't.

He shrugs a shoulder at the commentary, looking more than just a little smug. ] That was barely a peck, Charles. I'll show you my real talents after you've wooed me at the ball. I don't put out until after the second date, though, my friend, so you'll have to wait for that adventure.

[ Charles likes the way he laughs. Likes the way that Lehnsherr's seemingly opened up, now that he's stopped being so annoyed by his constant chatter and realised just how terribly charming he could be. He likes the way he smiles, the way his eyes gleam, the way he looks down at him and they both wait for their potions to finish, despite the both of them knowing full well they've already aced this particular assignment. Even with the bit of distraction towards the end, he doesn't mind.

He knows he's being stared at a bit, watching Erik glance over him, gazing over his hair - his eyes, his smile, his nose, and he can't help but feel slightly self-conscious. For all that he might have been cocky and terribly confident, he feels rather put on display, especially in front of someone quite like this man. He laughs slightly in response to his comment, and glances towards the professor for a brief moment only to look right back at the other man. ]

You say that as though you won't be terribly turned on by how seductively I dance. [ he's halfway joking, honestly - ] Of course, I believe you, for now. Feel free to think you'll be able to wait until the second date. Just be careful, I can be terribly persuasive with my hips.

I'm sure I'll be able to resist. I'd like to go back to my dorms with my honour intact. [ He's teasing, of course, what honour, after all? It's all a little game, a test of resolve, and he wants to see more of Charles' fumbling flirtation, the sweetness of it and how much he so obviously wants to please. It's both endearing and frustrating - because Erik already thinks he's as near enough to perfection as any man could get, barring himself, of course, in his own little gift of arrogance.

He closes his book as his eyes continue to flicker over to Charles and he pauses, turning back, just... Gazing for a moment. The rest of the world may as well not exist for all that Erik cares and he lets his eyes move down, lower, lower still, until they're locked on the other man's hips, exploring that, letting his eyes roam and take in his form. It's enough to give him some idea of what to look forward to and, when he glances up, it's with a smile. ]

You're not the only one with persuasive hips, trust me. It might be you unable to wait by the end of the night. It's almost a challenge.

You say that now... [ he warns, playfully, and he knows full well the class is due to end any moment now. he'd rather it not - rather continue his semi-awkward seduction of one Slytherin Seven-Year Erik Lehnsherr, but for now, he's settling for sliding a hand on top of Erik's. incredibly smooth, at least in his own opinion. he can't help but smile from ear to ear whenever the other man dares to rake his eyes over his body, down over his chest to his aforementioned hips - and if he adjusts ever so slightly, who's to say that's against the rules? ]

Oh, is that so? Well, Lehnsherr, I'm pleased to report that I'm barely unable to wait until the end of this class, and you'll likely have no problem at all convincing me a week from now. [ he grins wildly and crosses one leg over the other, leaning forward in his chair. ] I'm sure your hips are incredibly, incredibly persuasive, just as much as the rest of you.

[ at least he's flattering, though it's entirely true - he gives the other man a once-over in response. ] I'm going to try to challenge myself to be able to wait until the dance is over, honestly. If I can wait until our second date, I'm going to be impressed.

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I say that now and I will say it later, too. I am a man of my word and I think you're forgetting that one of the traits of my house is determination. [ It doesn't stop his gaze from slipped back to Charles, though, his eyes trailing up and over. He's handsome, very handsome, and sexual in a very innocent way that leaves him a little shaken and unsure. He's never wanted someone in the way that he wants Charles and it puts him somewhat on edge - thank goodness there is time before the dance, time to sort himself out somewhat.

Incredibly persuasive indeed. ] Perhaps, once class is over, I might be able to convince you to visit a spare broom closet with me. I've heard a few good things about their secrecy and what little pleasures can be found behind their closed doors. [ Is he inviting Charles Xavier to make out with him in an abandoned broom closet in the middle of the school? Yes, yes he is. Is he ashamed of it? Hardly. He's never been particularly careful about his discretions, as few and far between as they've been.

He reaches out, fingers brushing along Charles' arm gently, barely paying attention to it. ] Am I that irresistible? I'm flattered.

I have no doubt that you're ...very determined. [ the way he looks at him is just incredible. Charles can't help but want to explore everything that Erik might have to offer, can't help but want to - and those thoughts in the middle of class are simply wildly inappropriate. Charles simply leans forward with his chin in his hand, listening, his eyes glued to the other man's lips and his own tingling just a bit in response. ]

You say that like I need convincing. [ it takes a minute for him to respond with that, moreover licking at his lips, already quite imaginative about what wonders that spare broom closets might hold. ] There's one towards the end of the hallway. I've passed it a few times. [ he nearly gasps as those fingers brush against his arm, and he leans in rather close, eyeing Erik as he continues to look him over. why hadn't this happened before? Erik's eyes on him is entirely welcome, and he responds in turn, observing Erik as though appreciating him for the first time. ]

You obviously aren't as cocky as everyone else seems to paint you to be. That, or you're somehow able to be humble about how terribly attractive you are. Either way. [ he has to swallow, hard. ]

Somehow it makes you even more attractive, and that just isn't fair.

The Hat didn't even have to touch my head. [ It's said with a great deal of pride; perhaps that is one of his failings, but it was an aspect of his House that no one could really deny. He was proud of being part of a heritage that harked back centuries, proud to know that the rest of the school saw him and panicked, feared him because of his strength and his reputation. Of course, he was also proud of the fact that Charles seemed as worked up over it as the rest of the world was. It was perfection.

He leans back, fingers still trailing along Charles' arm and down, brushing across the parts of his body he could reach, even as he turns his head to flick his eyes over to look at the door. ] It's such a shame that I'm going to miss lunch next period, really, isn't it? Normally I'd sit with Emma and Azazel but I think they'll have to do without my company for a few hours. I have some other matters to... Occupy myself.

[ He lifts his lips into a smirk, one he's sure Charles is going to come to love and loathe all at once, leaning ever so slightly closer, his eyebrow quirking, his eyes trained on the Ravenclaw even as his hand trails to rest on a thigh. He knows the effect he's having and he relishes it. ] Perhaps I'm just putting on a show to see what you really think of me, Charles Xavier. Perhaps I just wanted to know how terribly attractive I was.

[ He moves back, then, dropping all contact and acting as though he hadn't been invading all of his personal space. ]

Life is rarely fair, my friend.

I'm sure that it didn't. You seem like a snake through and through. [ he points it out, not quite with a level of sarcasm nor cruel intent, simply acknowledging how very much like his house Erik was. the Sorting Hat seemed to have a field day with Charles - the Xavier family traditionally had many houses in it's history, but none quite so familiar to them as Ravenclaw. Charles' intelligence and wit apparently won out over any other trait - bravery, surprisingly, didn't overshadow. though he felt fairly brave at giving the Slytherin his own bit of confession.

his eyes drop down, following those fingers. ] Your poor friends. I'm sure they'll manage without you, though. Despite how I'm sure you keep them in lovely company, my apologies for taking priority over them. [ he smiles. ] I'll make certain that it's worth your while, Lehnsherr, I'm sure you'll enjoy it more than any lunch you might've ever had.

[ keeping his hands off might be a bit difficult, especially when Erik just seems to enjoy teasing him until the breaking point. he knows fully well this might just be a bit frustrating, if Erik's own actions are any indication. Charles breathes out slowly, and glances up at the other. ] Perhaps you are. I wouldn't be surprised, but I think you already know how terribly, terribly attractive you are to begin with. And I think you enjoy me stroking that terribly large ego of yours, don't you? I'm afraid I won't stop, just because you're getting a big head. You ought to know every day how incredibly handsome you are.

[ whenever that contact drops away, Charles is immediately craving it back - though it was for good timing, the professor coming to check on their potions, pleased with how they both turned out. the last check through, until class was dismissed, and the students were filing out slowly. Charles waited only for a moment before nudging Erik with his shoulder. ]

End of the hall, then? I'll meet you there.

I am, certainly. No one could doubt it. [ He watches Charles intently, curious. Discussing the way the Hat looked at them was a very personal adventure, it was true; not many people would be comfortable admitting that they might have swung one way or another. He remembers his own Sorting with a sort of quiet nostalgia, knowing from his history that he would be a Slytherin, that anything else would be borderline unacceptable. Ravenclaw, maybe, but his cunning and his desire to prove himself, to outmatch everyone, overshadowed any desire he had to simply learn and educate himself.

He can't resist the way his lips flick over his tongue as he just watched Charles, completely caught up in him. He wants to sweep him off his feet now, press him up against the nearby wall and ravish him, completely, but they're in public and while Erik might be content to air his desires in this quiet whispers with the subject of them... Public displays had never been his thing, not until he was settled in the relationship. It had just been coincidence that he had never settled in a relationship for long enough. ] I can believe that. I look forward to getting something especially... Delicious in return for my truancy.

[ But, oh, Charles is making this far too easy for him and he leans close all over again, biting his lip and nudging his head. He manages to speak just before the Professor comes to check on their work, his voice low and husked with his desire. ] I assure you, my ego isn't the only terribly large thing. [ And then he's leaning back, gathering himself and putting a spoonful of potion in a vial to be placed on the desk. Then his bag is slipped over his shoulder and he's smirking, letting his eyes rake over Charles one last time before he moves to the door. ]

I'll see you there, Xavier.

[ And, so, he slips out, making his way down to the end of the corridor, the people around him moving to give him space in all his long-legged fury. He's not angry at all, of course, but the tense line of his lips as he tries to bite back his grin might be a little deceptive. Finally, he opens the door and slips inside, waving his wand to light it up before he leans back against the wall, content to wait. ]

I certainly wouldn't. [ he gives Erik a quick smile, doing the same, their vials nearly the same exact colour - as they should be, Charles is pleased with himself that he's somehow managed to make a perfect potion despite their rather intense conversation. he's observing the way that Erik seems to be looking at him, running his own tongue over his lips in a nearly conditioned response, glancing away after a moment to escape the heat of that gaze. ]

Trust me. You'll be wanting to skip lunch from this point forward, I feel. [ a sweet smile, glancing right back towards the other man, and then right before the professor comes - Erik just has to lean forward and say that to him, and Charles can't help but turn entirely beet red, left to the professor and stammering out something nearly unintelligible. That was an incredibly Slytherin thing to do -- and he very nearly turns back to his Potions partner until he's sliding out towards the door.

Damn him. Charles is racing towards the door, grabbing his pack and shoving things in unceremoniously - very unlike him, he's always been so neat with his books and paperwork, but this is hardly something he's able to wait for. he's not as gifted as Erik is at separating the hallway for him to pass - in fact, something about him today seems to scream to get in his way. familiar Ravenclaws are reaching out to say hello, to ask what his rush is, and he's brushing them off casually with a 'hey' and a smile as he darts off to where he's more desired to be. he finds the broom closet easily enough.

and there he is, Erik Lehnsherr, smiling at him like a shark and looking terribly satisfied with himself. ]

Hope you weren't waiting too long.

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