Danny slipped through the door, dropping his school bag on the floor angrily. He hadn't gotten 100% on his midterm, and he was in a frightful temper over it. "NINETY-EIGHT!" he told Remy. "Ninety-eight and no, she won't change it, that old harridan." He kicked his bag and flopped down next to the Gryffindor, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
"Ninety eight, shock horror, tragedy." Remy drawled, taking the test from Danny and scanning it, just as he leant in for a kiss. "Where'd the all important two percent vanish into? The margins?"
He really could not see anything wrong with the test, or the mark, though of course he knew full well Danny was a perfectionist in every sense of the word. Ravenclaws, honestly. "I'm bored, really. Love."
Danny sighed heavily. "You just don't get it," he grumped. "I should have had a 100 percent." They sat in silence for a minute or two before he nipped at Remy's ear and shoved the sailing magazine, sending it flying.
"Who cares about a hundred percent?" Remy told him idly, his hands sliding up Dannys sides to tangle into his hair. He leant back against the wall, not minding at all that Danny had chucked his reading material across the floor, and watched the Ravenclaw hungrily. His eyes burned with hungry lust, a day and a half away from the other boy having sent his oversexed hormones into overdrive.
"Entertain me." He murmured throatily, and dragged his thumb across Dannys lower lip. "God, I've missed you."
Danny laughed beautifully at that. "It's only been a day and a half!" His mouth settled on Remy's throat, then, nipping harshly and sliding silken tongue across skin. "Tell me," he purred. "What your pleasure is today, Mr. Cowan?"
Fingers tripped over clothes to run up beneath and play with skin. "Do tell me what you'd like to enjoy."
"Surprise me." He hissed, mouth coming down to catch Dannys again, claim the boy as his very own, the truth there in his words; despite it only being a day and a half, he had missed Danny, and he knew full well that the Ravenclaw had missed him too.
His fingers came up to unbutton Dannys school shirt, languidly pushing crisp white cotton back over pale shoulders. "Be...creative. I don't want the same old same old today. It is a brand new year after all."
Danny shinned his shirt off quickly, impatient. "I'm not feeling creative," he admonished Remy. "I am feeling angry and unfairly judged. I think you shall just have to have the same old same old whatever-the-hell I feel like giving you, savvy?"
He laughed and shoved Remy up against the wall, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Remys eyes flashed as Danny pushed him backwards, but it was with heated lust, and delicious heat, and he pushed back against the Ravenclaw, almost fighting there with him on the cold flagstone floor.
"I don't want same old same old," He told Danny firmly. "I want risque. New. Exciting."
"Hi. How are you, love?"
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He really could not see anything wrong with the test, or the mark, though of course he knew full well Danny was a perfectionist in every sense of the word. Ravenclaws, honestly. "I'm bored, really. Love."
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"Bored, you say? I can fix that."
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"Entertain me." He murmured throatily, and dragged his thumb across Dannys lower lip. "God, I've missed you."
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Fingers tripped over clothes to run up beneath and play with skin. "Do tell me what you'd like to enjoy."
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His fingers came up to unbutton Dannys school shirt, languidly pushing crisp white cotton back over pale shoulders. "Be...creative. I don't want the same old same old today. It is a brand new year after all."
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He laughed and shoved Remy up against the wall, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
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"I don't want same old same old," He told Danny firmly. "I want risque. New. Exciting."
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