#Hufflepuff [Part 2/2]
Continued from below post. Start there!
I will get everything happy tomorrow. Links and post to Hetachallenge and the like. I have got to get sleep for my interview O_O
16. Find
I don’t know if our peers know Kurt’s gender or not, but they still call him Meri and he doesn’t seem to care, and I am relieved he was never offended by my stupidity.
Kurt just does his thing, doodling during class and doodling when we hang out and doodling while we eat.
During DADA I catch him staring at me. It’s not just staring-he’s scrutinizing me.
“What?” I whisper quietly.
He’s fumbling through his colored pencils with a furrowed brow.
“You’re a pain to color.”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“Your hair.” He says, as if that explains everything.
I blink, and immediately one hand goes to my head to run a hand through the aforementioned difficulty.
“What about it?"
“It’s not just red.” Kurt mumbles. It’s strawberry blond, and it is annoying.”
I’m not exactly sure what to say, so I open my mouth to speak and he cuts me off.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he grumbles. “Not for such a lovely challenge."
I close my mouth shortly after that, and return my attention to the lecture.
Kurt’s attention doesn’t leave his work. Kylee lectures him sometimes about the importance of schoolwork, but all of us know Kurt’s future lies in his art. It’d be a shame for him to waste his obvious talent.
I wish I had something I was particularly good at. I mean, I’m only eleven, but Kurt’s artwork is so professional he could sell it. I don’t know if he does or not.
I don’t know that much about Kurt’s family-I know he has an older cousin who was also a Ravenclaw, only because he married some girl that was a Hufflepuff and everyone still raves about how sweet Elizabeta was.
I can feel Kurt’s gaze on me during the entire lesson. Not on me, but on my hair. I’m sure I’m blushing, and I’m sure Kurt notices because my face will have changed color and artists notice stupid details like that, but at this point I don’t really care.
Again, we’re only eleven. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but Kurt is here and he’s Kurt and I am terrible at finding the right words to describe him and what this thing between us is. If there is a thing. I’m not sure if I’m making things up or if there really are amorous intentions here or not.
17. Box
Auntie’s dead.
Mathias barges into the great hall and punches Berwald in the face as hard as he can and starts spewing bullshit about how it’s all our fault for moving in with them in the first place, when they’re the ones that invited us.
Berwald takes the punch with grace. He and I can both tell how upset Mathias is, and has every right to be, and we also recognize that there is some truth to what Mathias says even if he’s wrong, too.
The muggles still do rounds, checking on people who had immigrants move in with them. Auntie must have been found guilty. I don’t know how it works, exactly, but the muggles are biased anyway and it’s almost an excuse these days.
Suddenly the upcoming summer seems daunting. Berwald will most likely want to be with Tino, and I know Tino’s from Finland but not which part, and I don’t really want to go with Berwald and Tino and watch them make lovey-dovey faces all summer.
Mathias storms out, and one of Berwald’s friends from Ravenclaw calmly follows after him.
I make eye contact with Berwald and he shrugs. I frown. We never liked Auntie, but that doesn’t mean we wanted this.
Kurt is drawing at the Ravenclaw table and ignores my attempts to catch his eye. I stare at my plate and don’t finish my dinner.
18. Pieces
My feelings for Kurt come second to my worries about the summer. Berwald is insisting I need to go with him to Finland, protective older brother he is, and I don’t want to be some additional baggage.
I’m always additional. No one has ever really paid me any mind-in class, the Dickhead and Kirkland draw the most attention because of their ridiculous rivalry, and Kylee is the only girl and works very hard for her grades and receives the most compliments. Kurt gets chastised for lack of proper focus. I’m the one who is both quiet and relatively smart, and I don’t really get much feedback at all besides nods of approval.
Sometimes I wish Mama and Papa were alive. I say “sometimes,” because I know they’re dead and there’s no point in dwelling, but I used to think about it a lot at Auntie’s house. I wonder what they’d think about me.
They’d be proud of Berwald- the big, strong, smart, dependable, in-love-with-Tino-and-going-to-adopt-grandkids older brother. I have no idea what they would think about me.
I spent more time on the internet than with people. I’m not particularly good at anything. I’m not failing any classes, but floating at solid EE’s and sometimes Outstandings, but nothing that makes me stand out from the crowd.
Average. I’m just an average Hufflepuff.
Mathias takes his anger out on Berwald, not me. He hasn’t said a word to me. I’ve heard him say things to Berwald about me, but he’s never touched me. Probably because Berwald would fight back if I got hurt.
I just have all these feelings and I have no one to turn to. Just my imaginary audience. Which is so lame, to borrow Kirkland’s terminology.
Kurt hasn’t spoken to me in three days. I have no idea what I did, if anything. I wonder if the silent treatment is revenge for the fact I thought he was a girl.
19. Search
Instead of class, I climbed out of the Astronomy tower’s window and am sitting on the roof, staring at the sky.
I like flying, but I’m not into Quidditch. I just like being in high places.
I feel like a pansy.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I absolutely cannot bear the thought of class today. I’ll probably get a detention, but I don’t care. I just need some peace.
It’s a nice day-my cloak is off and I’ve loosened my yellow striped tie and got rid of that atrocious sweater vest. The sky is beautiful.
I love the sky. It’s no only beautiful as a reflection of the Earth’s surface, but the atmosphere leads to space, and space fascinates me. I’ve often wondered if the solution to all this magical drama lies in leaving Earth-we’ve got magic, why not create a new, inhabitable planet where we don’t need to hide?
The spells would be ridiculously complicated. I’ll have to do some research.
“Aron?”
My train of thoughts is interrupted; Kurt’s head is sticking out of the window and he looks furious. For someone so typically expressionless, it’s a bit of a surprise.
I wave, a little cocky salute that is sure to irritate him.
Instead, he looks relieved.
“What?”
“We’ve been looking for you since potions ended.” Kurt hums. “Why did you skip? Malfoy wasn’t happy.”
I sigh. “Can you blame me for skipping double potions on such nice day?”
“No.” Kurt is laying besides me now, his cloak off and draped on top of mine as he abandons it to relax.
“So you’re talking to me now?” I can’t help but question.
“Mm.” He responds in his infuriatingly vague manner.
I sigh again and return my gaze to the clouds.
I stiffen when I feel Kurt take my hand.
“Aron.” He mumbles. “What am I going to do with you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I grumble. “I haven’t done anything-“
“I know.” He sighs. “Waiting by the sidelines, patiently wanting without any pressure placed on me.”
I don’t respond.
“Aron.” He breathes. “It’s okay to want.”
“I know that!”
“It’s okay to show your feelings.”
“I-“
He silences me with a finger to my lips. “If you tell me you didn’t want to bother me, I might be angry.”
He moves his finger and I don’t continue my sentence.
“I thought so.” Kurt sighs. “My overly considerate Hufflepuff.”
I don’t reply, and he tugs my head to rest on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry about your Aunt.” He says softly.
I stiffen. “She wasn’t really my Aunt.”
“I know. But I’m still sorry.”
“I didn’t really like her. She was kind of mean.”
“But you loved her.”
“I…” I pause, taking in a deep breath. “Yeah. A bit.”
“Aron.” Kurt turns so we’re facing each other, and one of his hands brushes under my eyes. I’m crying.
I jerk back immediately, but Kurt is stronger than he looks.
“It’s okay to cry.”
“S-She wasn’t really my Aunt.”
“I know.” He pulls me back to his chest, and this time I bury my head in his stupid sweater vest that for some reason looks good on him but makes me look like a douchebag.
I relieve my emotions on his shoulder.
“Sorry.” I mumble hoarsely once the tears are dried.
Kurt doesn’t respond, just brushes his hand through my hair.
“I’m going to fall asleep if we stay like this.” I complain tiredly.
“Okay.”
When I wake up, it’s dark. I have no idea how long we’ve been out here.
My cloak is draped over me. I yawn, and turn my head to see Kurt buried in a sketchbook.
“Whatcha doing?” I sleepily ask, crawling towards where he’s working.
For the first time, Kurt spins his sketchbook around without further pestering. It’s… me.
“Finally got your hair right.” He seems satisfied.
“Oh.”
We sit in silence for a minute before Kurt rolls his eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me or not?”
I blush. “Kurt, I-“
He kisses me before I can say anything else.
Kurt pulls away, and I find myself at a loss for words. I’m sure my entire face is red.
Kurt looks amused. “Well, we are in the astronomy tower…”
“We’re eleven!” I shriek.
And Kurt laughs so hard I’m worried he might fall and I pull him back into the tower. He’s still chuckling when I get our cloaks back on.
He smirks at me, and I take a step back because it is predatory.
“Adolescence is a time of exploration, Aron. Premarital promiscuity is common.”
“Oh my god.” He has me backed against a wall. “K-Kurt, I um, I-“
Another finger against my lips.
“Sex is an exploration of one of the most base human acts and instincts, and through its portrayal the creative process comes to life.” Kurt whispers.
I’m pretty sure my eyes cannot be wider.
Kurt smiles gently at me. “I know you aren’t ready, Aron. Neither am I. I wanted to tell you my feelings on the subject.”
“Right. Okay, then.”
I fumble with the clasp of my cloak, looking anywhere but at the boy who just kissed me.
“You have an erection.” Kurt observes.
“Yes, thanks. Thanks for noticing that.” I try to grumble, although my face is burning and my chest feels lighter than it has in ages.
Kurt smiles again, and I can’t help but kiss him. I’m a bit surprised with myself when I pull away, but Kurt appears pleased.
“You’re my boyfriend now.” I blurt out.
He raises a brow. “Obviously.”
I grin at him as he collects his art supplies, and we leave the tower together.
20. Limits
Kurt invited me to spend the summer with him, and Berwald reluctantly agrees because he knows Kurt’s cousin (only time will tell if that’s a good or bad thing.
Kylee is thrilled when she catches Kurt and I holding hands. Apparently she’s been badgering Kurt about me for ages.
The Dickhead teases us, and to everyone’s surprise Kirkland is the one who punches him in the face. The Dickhead apologizes, and Kurt’s reading over my shoulder as I type this and telling me to include the fact that he refers to the Dickhead as Sebastiano and if I know what’s good for me, I will too. Fuck.
Tino thinks we’re cute, and much to Kurt’s amusement and my horror he gave Kurt a package of condoms and a bottle of lube. Tino apparently gave Kurt a dissertation about the merits of sexual spells versus actual products, and Kurt ensures me it was fascinating. I am so embarrassed, and Berwald looked pretty mortified the last time I checked, too. Brothers just don’t want to know some things.
I still don’t know what’s going to happen to the world, but I think I’ll be okay.
I will get everything happy tomorrow. Links and post to Hetachallenge and the like. I have got to get sleep for my interview O_O
16. Find
I don’t know if our peers know Kurt’s gender or not, but they still call him Meri and he doesn’t seem to care, and I am relieved he was never offended by my stupidity.
Kurt just does his thing, doodling during class and doodling when we hang out and doodling while we eat.
During DADA I catch him staring at me. It’s not just staring-he’s scrutinizing me.
“What?” I whisper quietly.
He’s fumbling through his colored pencils with a furrowed brow.
“You’re a pain to color.”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“Your hair.” He says, as if that explains everything.
I blink, and immediately one hand goes to my head to run a hand through the aforementioned difficulty.
“What about it?"
“It’s not just red.” Kurt mumbles. It’s strawberry blond, and it is annoying.”
I’m not exactly sure what to say, so I open my mouth to speak and he cuts me off.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he grumbles. “Not for such a lovely challenge."
I close my mouth shortly after that, and return my attention to the lecture.
Kurt’s attention doesn’t leave his work. Kylee lectures him sometimes about the importance of schoolwork, but all of us know Kurt’s future lies in his art. It’d be a shame for him to waste his obvious talent.
I wish I had something I was particularly good at. I mean, I’m only eleven, but Kurt’s artwork is so professional he could sell it. I don’t know if he does or not.
I don’t know that much about Kurt’s family-I know he has an older cousin who was also a Ravenclaw, only because he married some girl that was a Hufflepuff and everyone still raves about how sweet Elizabeta was.
I can feel Kurt’s gaze on me during the entire lesson. Not on me, but on my hair. I’m sure I’m blushing, and I’m sure Kurt notices because my face will have changed color and artists notice stupid details like that, but at this point I don’t really care.
Again, we’re only eleven. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but Kurt is here and he’s Kurt and I am terrible at finding the right words to describe him and what this thing between us is. If there is a thing. I’m not sure if I’m making things up or if there really are amorous intentions here or not.
17. Box
Auntie’s dead.
Mathias barges into the great hall and punches Berwald in the face as hard as he can and starts spewing bullshit about how it’s all our fault for moving in with them in the first place, when they’re the ones that invited us.
Berwald takes the punch with grace. He and I can both tell how upset Mathias is, and has every right to be, and we also recognize that there is some truth to what Mathias says even if he’s wrong, too.
The muggles still do rounds, checking on people who had immigrants move in with them. Auntie must have been found guilty. I don’t know how it works, exactly, but the muggles are biased anyway and it’s almost an excuse these days.
Suddenly the upcoming summer seems daunting. Berwald will most likely want to be with Tino, and I know Tino’s from Finland but not which part, and I don’t really want to go with Berwald and Tino and watch them make lovey-dovey faces all summer.
Mathias storms out, and one of Berwald’s friends from Ravenclaw calmly follows after him.
I make eye contact with Berwald and he shrugs. I frown. We never liked Auntie, but that doesn’t mean we wanted this.
Kurt is drawing at the Ravenclaw table and ignores my attempts to catch his eye. I stare at my plate and don’t finish my dinner.
18. Pieces
My feelings for Kurt come second to my worries about the summer. Berwald is insisting I need to go with him to Finland, protective older brother he is, and I don’t want to be some additional baggage.
I’m always additional. No one has ever really paid me any mind-in class, the Dickhead and Kirkland draw the most attention because of their ridiculous rivalry, and Kylee is the only girl and works very hard for her grades and receives the most compliments. Kurt gets chastised for lack of proper focus. I’m the one who is both quiet and relatively smart, and I don’t really get much feedback at all besides nods of approval.
Sometimes I wish Mama and Papa were alive. I say “sometimes,” because I know they’re dead and there’s no point in dwelling, but I used to think about it a lot at Auntie’s house. I wonder what they’d think about me.
They’d be proud of Berwald- the big, strong, smart, dependable, in-love-with-Tino-and-going-to-adopt-grandkids older brother. I have no idea what they would think about me.
I spent more time on the internet than with people. I’m not particularly good at anything. I’m not failing any classes, but floating at solid EE’s and sometimes Outstandings, but nothing that makes me stand out from the crowd.
Average. I’m just an average Hufflepuff.
Mathias takes his anger out on Berwald, not me. He hasn’t said a word to me. I’ve heard him say things to Berwald about me, but he’s never touched me. Probably because Berwald would fight back if I got hurt.
I just have all these feelings and I have no one to turn to. Just my imaginary audience. Which is so lame, to borrow Kirkland’s terminology.
Kurt hasn’t spoken to me in three days. I have no idea what I did, if anything. I wonder if the silent treatment is revenge for the fact I thought he was a girl.
19. Search
Instead of class, I climbed out of the Astronomy tower’s window and am sitting on the roof, staring at the sky.
I like flying, but I’m not into Quidditch. I just like being in high places.
I feel like a pansy.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I absolutely cannot bear the thought of class today. I’ll probably get a detention, but I don’t care. I just need some peace.
It’s a nice day-my cloak is off and I’ve loosened my yellow striped tie and got rid of that atrocious sweater vest. The sky is beautiful.
I love the sky. It’s no only beautiful as a reflection of the Earth’s surface, but the atmosphere leads to space, and space fascinates me. I’ve often wondered if the solution to all this magical drama lies in leaving Earth-we’ve got magic, why not create a new, inhabitable planet where we don’t need to hide?
The spells would be ridiculously complicated. I’ll have to do some research.
“Aron?”
My train of thoughts is interrupted; Kurt’s head is sticking out of the window and he looks furious. For someone so typically expressionless, it’s a bit of a surprise.
I wave, a little cocky salute that is sure to irritate him.
Instead, he looks relieved.
“What?”
“We’ve been looking for you since potions ended.” Kurt hums. “Why did you skip? Malfoy wasn’t happy.”
I sigh. “Can you blame me for skipping double potions on such nice day?”
“No.” Kurt is laying besides me now, his cloak off and draped on top of mine as he abandons it to relax.
“So you’re talking to me now?” I can’t help but question.
“Mm.” He responds in his infuriatingly vague manner.
I sigh again and return my gaze to the clouds.
I stiffen when I feel Kurt take my hand.
“Aron.” He mumbles. “What am I going to do with you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I grumble. “I haven’t done anything-“
“I know.” He sighs. “Waiting by the sidelines, patiently wanting without any pressure placed on me.”
I don’t respond.
“Aron.” He breathes. “It’s okay to want.”
“I know that!”
“It’s okay to show your feelings.”
“I-“
He silences me with a finger to my lips. “If you tell me you didn’t want to bother me, I might be angry.”
He moves his finger and I don’t continue my sentence.
“I thought so.” Kurt sighs. “My overly considerate Hufflepuff.”
I don’t reply, and he tugs my head to rest on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry about your Aunt.” He says softly.
I stiffen. “She wasn’t really my Aunt.”
“I know. But I’m still sorry.”
“I didn’t really like her. She was kind of mean.”
“But you loved her.”
“I…” I pause, taking in a deep breath. “Yeah. A bit.”
“Aron.” Kurt turns so we’re facing each other, and one of his hands brushes under my eyes. I’m crying.
I jerk back immediately, but Kurt is stronger than he looks.
“It’s okay to cry.”
“S-She wasn’t really my Aunt.”
“I know.” He pulls me back to his chest, and this time I bury my head in his stupid sweater vest that for some reason looks good on him but makes me look like a douchebag.
I relieve my emotions on his shoulder.
“Sorry.” I mumble hoarsely once the tears are dried.
Kurt doesn’t respond, just brushes his hand through my hair.
“I’m going to fall asleep if we stay like this.” I complain tiredly.
“Okay.”
When I wake up, it’s dark. I have no idea how long we’ve been out here.
My cloak is draped over me. I yawn, and turn my head to see Kurt buried in a sketchbook.
“Whatcha doing?” I sleepily ask, crawling towards where he’s working.
For the first time, Kurt spins his sketchbook around without further pestering. It’s… me.
“Finally got your hair right.” He seems satisfied.
“Oh.”
We sit in silence for a minute before Kurt rolls his eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me or not?”
I blush. “Kurt, I-“
He kisses me before I can say anything else.
Kurt pulls away, and I find myself at a loss for words. I’m sure my entire face is red.
Kurt looks amused. “Well, we are in the astronomy tower…”
“We’re eleven!” I shriek.
And Kurt laughs so hard I’m worried he might fall and I pull him back into the tower. He’s still chuckling when I get our cloaks back on.
He smirks at me, and I take a step back because it is predatory.
“Adolescence is a time of exploration, Aron. Premarital promiscuity is common.”
“Oh my god.” He has me backed against a wall. “K-Kurt, I um, I-“
Another finger against my lips.
“Sex is an exploration of one of the most base human acts and instincts, and through its portrayal the creative process comes to life.” Kurt whispers.
I’m pretty sure my eyes cannot be wider.
Kurt smiles gently at me. “I know you aren’t ready, Aron. Neither am I. I wanted to tell you my feelings on the subject.”
“Right. Okay, then.”
I fumble with the clasp of my cloak, looking anywhere but at the boy who just kissed me.
“You have an erection.” Kurt observes.
“Yes, thanks. Thanks for noticing that.” I try to grumble, although my face is burning and my chest feels lighter than it has in ages.
Kurt smiles again, and I can’t help but kiss him. I’m a bit surprised with myself when I pull away, but Kurt appears pleased.
“You’re my boyfriend now.” I blurt out.
He raises a brow. “Obviously.”
I grin at him as he collects his art supplies, and we leave the tower together.
20. Limits
Kurt invited me to spend the summer with him, and Berwald reluctantly agrees because he knows Kurt’s cousin (only time will tell if that’s a good or bad thing.
Kylee is thrilled when she catches Kurt and I holding hands. Apparently she’s been badgering Kurt about me for ages.
The Dickhead teases us, and to everyone’s surprise Kirkland is the one who punches him in the face. The Dickhead apologizes, and Kurt’s reading over my shoulder as I type this and telling me to include the fact that he refers to the Dickhead as Sebastiano and if I know what’s good for me, I will too. Fuck.
Tino thinks we’re cute, and much to Kurt’s amusement and my horror he gave Kurt a package of condoms and a bottle of lube. Tino apparently gave Kurt a dissertation about the merits of sexual spells versus actual products, and Kurt ensures me it was fascinating. I am so embarrassed, and Berwald looked pretty mortified the last time I checked, too. Brothers just don’t want to know some things.
I still don’t know what’s going to happen to the world, but I think I’ll be okay.