Catching Fire
Title: Catching Fire
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warning: language, fail!english, general stupidity
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: HP!AU. The fic that was born in the shower. That fic. Unbetaed.
Summary: Baekhyun makes out with a magical bird in the Headmaster's office.
Baekhyun hates being summoned in Dumbledore’s office.
It’s no secret that he and the other old hag, he usually adores professor McGonagall but it’s sick of losing the little time he has to spare from his studies and Quidditch for who-knows-what, hate everyone who isn’t one of their precious stupid Gryffindors. Baekhyun does not have paranoia, he’s just unbiased. Only pure hatred and even a little discrimination against poor tormented Slytherin kids could make a professor, a defender of the school, the supposed guiding light in a student’s life, try to ruin Baekhyun’s free time like this.
The worst is, Baekhyun thinks, that after our dear principal ordered me to hurry up and come into his office, he’s not even here to tell me what’s wrong with him.
The doors had closed behind him when he had entered the room, so now he’s trapped inside, and he can’t even run through his Charms notes for Friday morning’s test.
Dumbledore’s office is full of strange and mysterious tools, and even Baekhyun with all of his Dark Arts knowledge doesn’t know what purpose most of those things are for. He wanders for a bit, trying to ignore the heavy stares from the old headmasters who are shamelessly peeking at him and at his red hair from their frames. He hears a strange scratching sound and he’s trying to understand where it comes from. In the end he stops in front of a golden perch behind the door, where there’s a pigeon who looks just about to bite the dust. Baekhyun starts to panic when he realize that the strange half-gagging sound actually came from the haggard bird, like it is calling for help.
“Please, please pigeon don’t die!” begs Baekhyun, flailing his hands like he is going to do something but not really doing anything because he has no idea of what you should do in this kind of situation. Should he take the bird in his hands? Perform a massage like in case of cardiac arrest? Where is a bird’s heart supposed to be? Is this even a bird?
In the end, he falls on his knees in front of the perch, with tears in his eyes. He doesn’t care about the pigeon, but he can’t expect the headmaster to forgive him if his favourite pet bird dies in Baekhyun’s presence.
“I’m sorry ugly pigeon,” he finally says with a defeated voice, “I am the best of my year in every subject, but I’m hopelessly failing Care of Magical Creatures so I don’t know if you’re a pigeon or a dragon… And Dumbledore will fail me during next year’s O.W.L.s because he told me so many times to get a tutor, but I have a problem with-.”
The bird looks even more ill; it’s losing a lot of feathers. The worst is that now it’s also judging Baekhyun, like it’s his fault he doesn’t know anything and the poor bird is going to die.
“Please don’t die, I’ll do anything, but please please don’t die!”
It’s too late, the creature emits a strange sound between a scratch and a moan and bursts into flames, right in front of Baekhyun’s eyes.
He’s fucked.
When Baekhyun dares to look at the perch again, he’s surprised his view is blocked by a muscular chest, covered in a black cloak. A very tall boy is staring at him, looking all but amused. When he catches Baekhyun’s eyes, he smirks.
Baekhyun jumps backward, stumbles on his own feet and finds himself on the ground, from where the other boy seems even taller. He has red hair, Baekhyun takes notice, long messy red hair that fall like a waterfall on his back looking ten times more natural than Baekhyun’s tinted ones. The guy chuckles, and his hand meets Baekhyun’s midway to help him to regain his standing position.
“Ok… Uhm , I don’t know how to say this but. Whothefuckareyou?”
With a flourished bow, the other boy introduces himself as Chanyeol.
“Ok, Chanyeol. Okay. Listen, I have to get out of here before Dumbledore comes back and tries to burden me with the death of his pigeon, so…”
Chanyeol laughs again, but his hand is quick to grab Baekhyun’s sleeve and prevent him to move away. His eyes are sparkling when he lowers his head until he’s at eye level with Baekhyun, and gently tilting it to a side asks, “You really don’t know anything about Magical Creatures, don’t you?”
If Baekhyun reddens is only for inner rage and outrage, not certainly because this strange boy he has just met has a voice so deep he can still feel its vibration reverberating on his skin. Nor for his intoxicating smell. He smells raw, and Baekhyun’s head starts to spin a little.
“I…” his voice falters; it has been years since the last time his voice faltered in front of another boy, “I should really have to go, before…”
“Not so soon, please.” And Chanyeol is still squeezing his sleeve.
“Besides you’re not in danger, because the phoenix didn’t die, there’s no need to worry.”
“Ah?” Baekhyun feels lost. “The pigeon? Was it a phoenix?”
Chanyeol’s laugh startles him, because despite his voice so manly he sound childish when he laughs.
“Hey!”
Punch in the stomach.
“Ouch!”
“You deserved it. Besides, I thought phoenix were more, you know, red and flaming?”, he even makes a vague gesture in the air, like he’s trying to draw something with his fingers to prove his point.
“Oh, that was because he was on the verge of dying.”
Baekhyun feels his heart drop.
“So the pigeon is dead! Oh god, Dumbledore will kill me!”
Chanyeol has to grab his other arm to stop him from wriggling away from him. When he manages to pin Baekhyun to the wall some of the paintings are starting to clear their throats. They’re in a slightly embarrassing position, but it seems he’s not going to let Baekhyun go for a moment.
“Relax, Baekhyun…”
“Hey, when did I tell you my name?” Ok this is suspicious, bordering on creepy, Baekhyun is ready to use the famous self-defense move his mother taught him at the tender age of thirteen to neutralize serial rapists. Say goodbye to your genitals Chanyeol in three, two, one-
“I heard Dumbledore say it so many times… You’re the best student of the school, right?” there’s nothing better than compliments to feed Baekhyun’s always hungry ego and give him a good reason for stopping his ball crushing attack.
“Except for Care of Magical…”
“Don’t say it! I hate it, that subject doesn't exist!”
Chanyeol smirks at him, again. He’s still too close, danger, danger!
“Go on, you were trying to convince me you’re not a stalker.”
“Ah, sure.” Chanyeol seems a little awkward, for a moment. “The truth, Baekhyun, is that I am the phoenix.”
Ok, Baekhyun definitely tries to crush his balls in one hand. He just doesn’t take in enough consideration that Chanyeol is still holding his arm in a death-like hold. Unsuccessful attempt mark one.
“Look at me Baekhyun, my hair are red and I appeared when the phoenix died right?”
Baekhyun has to admit it makes sense. Not enough to believe him yet but it isn’t a totally worthless story. “Go on.”
“If you had at least read the book-”
“But it tried to rip my hand off!”
“-you’d know that is perfectly normal for a phoenix to die and reborn from its ashes, it’s called Burning Day. But this thing must be done in complete solitude. That’s why Dumbledore left the room, to give me time to decompose myself and be born to a new life!”
Baekhyun gulps.
“What happens if there’s someone else? Like, what is happening now?”
Chanyeol looks down at him, frowning.
“You interrupted my rebirth, and that’s why I was forced to materialize myself in this human form.”
He sighs, looking lost and defeated, almost like a little puppy with manly Quidditch player arms.
“I can’t go back to my true self unless you help me, Baekhyun.”
Ok, he thinks, we can try to hit him and fail, look at those arms, we’d fail miserably or listen to him and actually try to help him. There’s a little possibility he’s saying the truth and we have to make him go back to a bird so Dumbledore won’t ever know what we did. Right? I am talking with my head, oh Salazar.
“Ok, I’ll help you. Tell me what to do!”
Chanyeol practically jumps him, his body slamming onto Baekhyun’s smaller one and making his back connect painfully with the wall. The paintings are way past the point of clearing their throats now, Baekhyun can hear them muttering about youngster without respect.
Well, it is not his fault if Chanyeol is very touchy. It must be a phoenix thing, he thinks.
Chanyeol finally lets him go and beams, his right eye twitching a little.
“Perfect!” he says, “The only way you can help me go back to my original form is by kissing me.”
“What?”
Chanyeol nods, dutifully.
“Yes, you see, it’s the only way to break this tension we created between us in the moment of my death and rebirth as a human. I want to taste your lips so bad I can’t go back, so you have to let me take a treat…”
Baekhyun doesn’t even know when he did it, but Chanyeol is all over him, again. He can count his lashes and see his pretty pink mouth, and he can feel his body starting to react to the closeness to such a hot guy who just admitted he wants nothing more than to kiss Baekhyun.
Well, he’s used to people wanting to kiss him, the perks of having Veela blood in his veins, but the guys in his school have become boring and unattractive after a while. But this, this is gold, he thinks.
“So,” he says, and their lips are so close he is pretty much talking in Chanyeol’s mouth already, “I only have to kiss you?”
Chanyeol’s voice is dark and hungry when he responds, and Baekhyun wants to feel how it’d taste on his tongue.
“Only a kiss” says Chanyeol, before meeting Baekhyun’s “Only one” midway.
Their lips crash, and it takes very little for Baekhyun to feel empty-headed and dizzy. Are phoenix the kind of birds that use to make out? Or it was just Chanyeol who had the luck to have his Burning Day only in front of exceptionally good kissers who taught him the secret of french-blowing Baekhyun’s mouth? Because he can feel the first moan threatening to escape from his throat and it’s not even two minutes of lip-locking. Intense, furious lip locking.
When he does moan, Chanyeol rewards him with a hand on the back of his neck. The slightest pressure and Baekhyun’s knees are buckling, all of his weight now sustained by the pressure of Chanyeol’s crotch rubbing onto his own pelvis.
When Chanyeol feels like he has had enough of raping Baekhyun’s mouth with his tongue, he starts giving him little, tiny, light kisses, nothing more than a sweet molding of lips combined with the pressure of his fingers on Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun closes his eyes, and he opens his mouth because even if he can’t talk he can still whimper and keen and be obnoxious and vocal. Fuck the paintings and their hushed complaints on the background, fuck the ticking of whatever mess Dumbledore kept in his office, fuck the chick crying for attention because it was covered in ashes, wait? Chick?
He pushes Chanyeol away with a superhuman strength of will, oh those lips, and looks at the perch. There is actually a little dark bird rolling in the ashes of the previous fireball.
He turns towards Chanyeol, who still looks debauched and like he has just had the best time of his life.
"The chick," he said, "you told me you were the phoenix but the chick, the pigeon, the... Little phoenix. It is there."
Chanyeol has the decency to look a little guilty.
“What” he asks in an icy voice, “the hell is going on?”
“This is exactly what I would like to know, mister Byun.”
Minerva McGonagall bursts into the office, followed by Dumbledore.
“Ah, Mr. Park,” he says sportive, “I see you have found Mr. Byun on your own.”
Chanyeol smiles like an innocent child, and puts his arm on Baekhyun’s shoulder.
“I didn’t have to look for long, when I entered the office he was already there. But I think, professor, that your Phoenix quite scared him when it died in front of his eyes.” He pinches Baehyun’s cheek, affectionately. “He really doesn’t know anything of Magical Creatures.”
The nerve! I’ll kill you, whoever you are, I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard son of a…
Baekhyun squeals, Chanyeol hands having gone from his shoulder to his ass, unseen to the two professor, and is now doing to Baekhyun’s ass cheek what he did before to his face.
“Mr Byun, you must be…” McGonagall hesitates, “wondering who this person is.”
Dumbledore sits down and gestures for them to do the same, Chanyeol unwillingly moves his hand from Baekhyun’s small back to take a seat.
“Let me introduce you Mr Park Chanyeol, exchange student from Jeju’s Boarding School of Magic Arts. He’ll stay with us for the whole year, and maybe more.”
Dumbledore looks at him fondly, and Chanyeol’s smile grows even larger.
“We wanted to ask you to be his tutor and follow him during the next months, helping him to familiarize with the place,” goes on professor McGonagall, “not only because you’re the best of your year, but also for another reason...”
Baekhyun doesn’t really care about reasons, and Chanyeol can go hang himself over the Lake if he wants. Dumbledore’s voice cuts off his escape plans.
“Chanyeol has elves’ blood in his veins” explains the headmaster patiently, and Baekhyun’s head immediately flips for him to better see the pointy ears barely covered by the other boys’ hair, “which could make it difficult for him to make new friends at first. We thought you, with your Veela blood, could relate to his situation and help him find his place in Hogwarts.”
Help him find his what? This cunning manipulative bastard? The bloody moron can take his long legs and go back to the mainland, thank you. Baekhyun is so not doing this.
“Besides, guess what? He’s a genius at Care of Magical Creatures, so he accepted to tutor you in return for your help. Aren’t you happy?”
Baekhyun’s blood is boiling when they finally get to leave the office.
“So,” says Chanyeol, casually leaning against the wall, “Veela blood, ah?”
He moves one of Baekhyun’s styled locks out of his face.
“No wonder I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Well, it’s time to fix some little misunderstandings.
Before the other boy can react, Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol’s fingers, the ones who dared to touch his hair and his sensible neck, and keeping it in a very painful grasp, he pulls until the other boy is howling in pain. Then he takes out the wand with his free hand and points it to his face.
“Feisty, aren’t you?” It’s not fair how Chanyeol manages to be sexy and flirty even with his nice features distorted by pain, though. “Well, I’ve always liked feisty, ouch-”
“Shut up, or I’ll hex your dick away you, you git!”
“Git? Is this the best you can do here in Britain? Back in Kore- Stop, please, I need that finger!”
“Now listen, you over dimensioned fool, I am Byun Baekhyun, I am a Slytherin and no one, I say, no one can touch me like you did today without treating me to dinner to the fanciest restaurant of the country first.”
Chanyeol is puzzled.
“Like, on a date?”
It’s like Christmas came a little early for him.
“Does this mean I can have a little hope?”
His eyes are shining.
Baekhyun thinks about it. Chanyeol is sexy, tall, elfin and clearly interested in him.
It was damn time, this school was starting to get a little tedious, he ponders, as he pushes Chanyeol onto the wall, letting the hand he was grasping go to put his own on Chanyeol’s clothed dick and squeeze with glee.
“You’re not that bad,” he murmurs in Chanyeol’s pointed ear, “welcome to Hogwarts phoenix guy.”
What should I say? This fic wasn't suppodsed to happen, but it's here. In all of his awkward glory.
All hail the baekyeol!
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warning: language, fail!english, general stupidity
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: HP!AU. The fic that was born in the shower. That fic. Unbetaed.
Summary: Baekhyun makes out with a magical bird in the Headmaster's office.
Baekhyun hates being summoned in Dumbledore’s office.
It’s no secret that he and the other old hag, he usually adores professor McGonagall but it’s sick of losing the little time he has to spare from his studies and Quidditch for who-knows-what, hate everyone who isn’t one of their precious stupid Gryffindors. Baekhyun does not have paranoia, he’s just unbiased. Only pure hatred and even a little discrimination against poor tormented Slytherin kids could make a professor, a defender of the school, the supposed guiding light in a student’s life, try to ruin Baekhyun’s free time like this.
The worst is, Baekhyun thinks, that after our dear principal ordered me to hurry up and come into his office, he’s not even here to tell me what’s wrong with him.
The doors had closed behind him when he had entered the room, so now he’s trapped inside, and he can’t even run through his Charms notes for Friday morning’s test.
Dumbledore’s office is full of strange and mysterious tools, and even Baekhyun with all of his Dark Arts knowledge doesn’t know what purpose most of those things are for. He wanders for a bit, trying to ignore the heavy stares from the old headmasters who are shamelessly peeking at him and at his red hair from their frames. He hears a strange scratching sound and he’s trying to understand where it comes from. In the end he stops in front of a golden perch behind the door, where there’s a pigeon who looks just about to bite the dust. Baekhyun starts to panic when he realize that the strange half-gagging sound actually came from the haggard bird, like it is calling for help.
“Please, please pigeon don’t die!” begs Baekhyun, flailing his hands like he is going to do something but not really doing anything because he has no idea of what you should do in this kind of situation. Should he take the bird in his hands? Perform a massage like in case of cardiac arrest? Where is a bird’s heart supposed to be? Is this even a bird?
In the end, he falls on his knees in front of the perch, with tears in his eyes. He doesn’t care about the pigeon, but he can’t expect the headmaster to forgive him if his favourite pet bird dies in Baekhyun’s presence.
“I’m sorry ugly pigeon,” he finally says with a defeated voice, “I am the best of my year in every subject, but I’m hopelessly failing Care of Magical Creatures so I don’t know if you’re a pigeon or a dragon… And Dumbledore will fail me during next year’s O.W.L.s because he told me so many times to get a tutor, but I have a problem with-.”
The bird looks even more ill; it’s losing a lot of feathers. The worst is that now it’s also judging Baekhyun, like it’s his fault he doesn’t know anything and the poor bird is going to die.
“Please don’t die, I’ll do anything, but please please don’t die!”
It’s too late, the creature emits a strange sound between a scratch and a moan and bursts into flames, right in front of Baekhyun’s eyes.
He’s fucked.
When Baekhyun dares to look at the perch again, he’s surprised his view is blocked by a muscular chest, covered in a black cloak. A very tall boy is staring at him, looking all but amused. When he catches Baekhyun’s eyes, he smirks.
Baekhyun jumps backward, stumbles on his own feet and finds himself on the ground, from where the other boy seems even taller. He has red hair, Baekhyun takes notice, long messy red hair that fall like a waterfall on his back looking ten times more natural than Baekhyun’s tinted ones. The guy chuckles, and his hand meets Baekhyun’s midway to help him to regain his standing position.
“Ok… Uhm , I don’t know how to say this but. Whothefuckareyou?”
With a flourished bow, the other boy introduces himself as Chanyeol.
“Ok, Chanyeol. Okay. Listen, I have to get out of here before Dumbledore comes back and tries to burden me with the death of his pigeon, so…”
Chanyeol laughs again, but his hand is quick to grab Baekhyun’s sleeve and prevent him to move away. His eyes are sparkling when he lowers his head until he’s at eye level with Baekhyun, and gently tilting it to a side asks, “You really don’t know anything about Magical Creatures, don’t you?”
If Baekhyun reddens is only for inner rage and outrage, not certainly because this strange boy he has just met has a voice so deep he can still feel its vibration reverberating on his skin. Nor for his intoxicating smell. He smells raw, and Baekhyun’s head starts to spin a little.
“I…” his voice falters; it has been years since the last time his voice faltered in front of another boy, “I should really have to go, before…”
“Not so soon, please.” And Chanyeol is still squeezing his sleeve.
“Besides you’re not in danger, because the phoenix didn’t die, there’s no need to worry.”
“Ah?” Baekhyun feels lost. “The pigeon? Was it a phoenix?”
Chanyeol’s laugh startles him, because despite his voice so manly he sound childish when he laughs.
“Hey!”
Punch in the stomach.
“Ouch!”
“You deserved it. Besides, I thought phoenix were more, you know, red and flaming?”, he even makes a vague gesture in the air, like he’s trying to draw something with his fingers to prove his point.
“Oh, that was because he was on the verge of dying.”
Baekhyun feels his heart drop.
“So the pigeon is dead! Oh god, Dumbledore will kill me!”
Chanyeol has to grab his other arm to stop him from wriggling away from him. When he manages to pin Baekhyun to the wall some of the paintings are starting to clear their throats. They’re in a slightly embarrassing position, but it seems he’s not going to let Baekhyun go for a moment.
“Relax, Baekhyun…”
“Hey, when did I tell you my name?” Ok this is suspicious, bordering on creepy, Baekhyun is ready to use the famous self-defense move his mother taught him at the tender age of thirteen to neutralize serial rapists. Say goodbye to your genitals Chanyeol in three, two, one-
“I heard Dumbledore say it so many times… You’re the best student of the school, right?” there’s nothing better than compliments to feed Baekhyun’s always hungry ego and give him a good reason for stopping his ball crushing attack.
“Except for Care of Magical…”
“Don’t say it! I hate it, that subject doesn't exist!”
Chanyeol smirks at him, again. He’s still too close, danger, danger!
“Go on, you were trying to convince me you’re not a stalker.”
“Ah, sure.” Chanyeol seems a little awkward, for a moment. “The truth, Baekhyun, is that I am the phoenix.”
Ok, Baekhyun definitely tries to crush his balls in one hand. He just doesn’t take in enough consideration that Chanyeol is still holding his arm in a death-like hold. Unsuccessful attempt mark one.
“Look at me Baekhyun, my hair are red and I appeared when the phoenix died right?”
Baekhyun has to admit it makes sense. Not enough to believe him yet but it isn’t a totally worthless story. “Go on.”
“If you had at least read the book-”
“But it tried to rip my hand off!”
“-you’d know that is perfectly normal for a phoenix to die and reborn from its ashes, it’s called Burning Day. But this thing must be done in complete solitude. That’s why Dumbledore left the room, to give me time to decompose myself and be born to a new life!”
Baekhyun gulps.
“What happens if there’s someone else? Like, what is happening now?”
Chanyeol looks down at him, frowning.
“You interrupted my rebirth, and that’s why I was forced to materialize myself in this human form.”
He sighs, looking lost and defeated, almost like a little puppy with manly Quidditch player arms.
“I can’t go back to my true self unless you help me, Baekhyun.”
Ok, he thinks, we can try to hit him and fail, look at those arms, we’d fail miserably or listen to him and actually try to help him. There’s a little possibility he’s saying the truth and we have to make him go back to a bird so Dumbledore won’t ever know what we did. Right? I am talking with my head, oh Salazar.
“Ok, I’ll help you. Tell me what to do!”
Chanyeol practically jumps him, his body slamming onto Baekhyun’s smaller one and making his back connect painfully with the wall. The paintings are way past the point of clearing their throats now, Baekhyun can hear them muttering about youngster without respect.
Well, it is not his fault if Chanyeol is very touchy. It must be a phoenix thing, he thinks.
Chanyeol finally lets him go and beams, his right eye twitching a little.
“Perfect!” he says, “The only way you can help me go back to my original form is by kissing me.”
“What?”
Chanyeol nods, dutifully.
“Yes, you see, it’s the only way to break this tension we created between us in the moment of my death and rebirth as a human. I want to taste your lips so bad I can’t go back, so you have to let me take a treat…”
Baekhyun doesn’t even know when he did it, but Chanyeol is all over him, again. He can count his lashes and see his pretty pink mouth, and he can feel his body starting to react to the closeness to such a hot guy who just admitted he wants nothing more than to kiss Baekhyun.
Well, he’s used to people wanting to kiss him, the perks of having Veela blood in his veins, but the guys in his school have become boring and unattractive after a while. But this, this is gold, he thinks.
“So,” he says, and their lips are so close he is pretty much talking in Chanyeol’s mouth already, “I only have to kiss you?”
Chanyeol’s voice is dark and hungry when he responds, and Baekhyun wants to feel how it’d taste on his tongue.
“Only a kiss” says Chanyeol, before meeting Baekhyun’s “Only one” midway.
Their lips crash, and it takes very little for Baekhyun to feel empty-headed and dizzy. Are phoenix the kind of birds that use to make out? Or it was just Chanyeol who had the luck to have his Burning Day only in front of exceptionally good kissers who taught him the secret of french-blowing Baekhyun’s mouth? Because he can feel the first moan threatening to escape from his throat and it’s not even two minutes of lip-locking. Intense, furious lip locking.
When he does moan, Chanyeol rewards him with a hand on the back of his neck. The slightest pressure and Baekhyun’s knees are buckling, all of his weight now sustained by the pressure of Chanyeol’s crotch rubbing onto his own pelvis.
When Chanyeol feels like he has had enough of raping Baekhyun’s mouth with his tongue, he starts giving him little, tiny, light kisses, nothing more than a sweet molding of lips combined with the pressure of his fingers on Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun closes his eyes, and he opens his mouth because even if he can’t talk he can still whimper and keen and be obnoxious and vocal. Fuck the paintings and their hushed complaints on the background, fuck the ticking of whatever mess Dumbledore kept in his office, fuck the chick crying for attention because it was covered in ashes, wait? Chick?
He pushes Chanyeol away with a superhuman strength of will, oh those lips, and looks at the perch. There is actually a little dark bird rolling in the ashes of the previous fireball.
He turns towards Chanyeol, who still looks debauched and like he has just had the best time of his life.
"The chick," he said, "you told me you were the phoenix but the chick, the pigeon, the... Little phoenix. It is there."
Chanyeol has the decency to look a little guilty.
“What” he asks in an icy voice, “the hell is going on?”
“This is exactly what I would like to know, mister Byun.”
Minerva McGonagall bursts into the office, followed by Dumbledore.
“Ah, Mr. Park,” he says sportive, “I see you have found Mr. Byun on your own.”
Chanyeol smiles like an innocent child, and puts his arm on Baekhyun’s shoulder.
“I didn’t have to look for long, when I entered the office he was already there. But I think, professor, that your Phoenix quite scared him when it died in front of his eyes.” He pinches Baehyun’s cheek, affectionately. “He really doesn’t know anything of Magical Creatures.”
The nerve! I’ll kill you, whoever you are, I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard son of a…
Baekhyun squeals, Chanyeol hands having gone from his shoulder to his ass, unseen to the two professor, and is now doing to Baekhyun’s ass cheek what he did before to his face.
“Mr Byun, you must be…” McGonagall hesitates, “wondering who this person is.”
Dumbledore sits down and gestures for them to do the same, Chanyeol unwillingly moves his hand from Baekhyun’s small back to take a seat.
“Let me introduce you Mr Park Chanyeol, exchange student from Jeju’s Boarding School of Magic Arts. He’ll stay with us for the whole year, and maybe more.”
Dumbledore looks at him fondly, and Chanyeol’s smile grows even larger.
“We wanted to ask you to be his tutor and follow him during the next months, helping him to familiarize with the place,” goes on professor McGonagall, “not only because you’re the best of your year, but also for another reason...”
Baekhyun doesn’t really care about reasons, and Chanyeol can go hang himself over the Lake if he wants. Dumbledore’s voice cuts off his escape plans.
“Chanyeol has elves’ blood in his veins” explains the headmaster patiently, and Baekhyun’s head immediately flips for him to better see the pointy ears barely covered by the other boys’ hair, “which could make it difficult for him to make new friends at first. We thought you, with your Veela blood, could relate to his situation and help him find his place in Hogwarts.”
Help him find his what? This cunning manipulative bastard? The bloody moron can take his long legs and go back to the mainland, thank you. Baekhyun is so not doing this.
“Besides, guess what? He’s a genius at Care of Magical Creatures, so he accepted to tutor you in return for your help. Aren’t you happy?”
Baekhyun’s blood is boiling when they finally get to leave the office.
“So,” says Chanyeol, casually leaning against the wall, “Veela blood, ah?”
He moves one of Baekhyun’s styled locks out of his face.
“No wonder I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Well, it’s time to fix some little misunderstandings.
Before the other boy can react, Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol’s fingers, the ones who dared to touch his hair and his sensible neck, and keeping it in a very painful grasp, he pulls until the other boy is howling in pain. Then he takes out the wand with his free hand and points it to his face.
“Feisty, aren’t you?” It’s not fair how Chanyeol manages to be sexy and flirty even with his nice features distorted by pain, though. “Well, I’ve always liked feisty, ouch-”
“Shut up, or I’ll hex your dick away you, you git!”
“Git? Is this the best you can do here in Britain? Back in Kore- Stop, please, I need that finger!”
“Now listen, you over dimensioned fool, I am Byun Baekhyun, I am a Slytherin and no one, I say, no one can touch me like you did today without treating me to dinner to the fanciest restaurant of the country first.”
Chanyeol is puzzled.
“Like, on a date?”
It’s like Christmas came a little early for him.
“Does this mean I can have a little hope?”
His eyes are shining.
Baekhyun thinks about it. Chanyeol is sexy, tall, elfin and clearly interested in him.
It was damn time, this school was starting to get a little tedious, he ponders, as he pushes Chanyeol onto the wall, letting the hand he was grasping go to put his own on Chanyeol’s clothed dick and squeeze with glee.
“You’re not that bad,” he murmurs in Chanyeol’s pointed ear, “welcome to Hogwarts phoenix guy.”
What should I say? This fic wasn't suppodsed to happen, but it's here. In all of his awkward glory.
All hail the baekyeol!