Love Sex Magic
Title: Love Sex Magic
Pairing: HyukHae
Minor Pairing: MinKyu
Rating: R
Genre: romance, fluff
Disclaimer: they own me
Warnings: implied sexual situations, language
Summary: Harry Potter AU. In which inter-house relationships go too well.
Hyukjae sat on the window ledge, settled comfortably back on the stone wall, and stared contemplatively out the window to the grounds below. It was a beautiful day, and many students were taking advantage of the fair weather, taking off their robes and shoes to splash around in the lake.
Hyukjae couldn’t hold back a small smile as one particular boy was thrown fully-clothed into the water. The boy emerged not five seconds after his dunking, and, much to Hyukjae’s surprise, good-naturedly laughed it off before tackling his friends into the water with him. The boy grinned as his friends splashed him with water, shaking his head to rid himself of water droplets.
“Hyung, what are you smiling at?”
Startled, Hyukjae turned to face Kyuhyun, who was sitting opposite of him, also on the window ledge. “Nothing,” Hyukjae denied quickly. “Go back to reading. Don’t you have a History of Magic test to study for? Go on,” he urged, gesturing to the parchment in Kyuhyun’s hands.
“Nuh-uh,” said Sungmin, rising from his position lying on Kyuhyun’s lap. The parchment was then plucked out of Kyuhyun’s hands. “Enough studying for today. Study in your common room. Isn’t that what all you Ravenclaws do there anyways? This is much more important. Who are you looking at, Hyukjae?”
“No one!” Hyukjae denied vehemently.
Of course, that did not deter Sungmin in the least. He peered out the window, looking in the direction of Hyukjae’s gaze. “Are you looking at Heechul and his friends?”
“No,” said Hyukjae, trying not to look guilty. It didn’t work.
“Hmm.” Sungmin tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Or were you specifically looking at that kid right there?”
Hyukjae followed Sungmin’s finger to the boy he had been watching earlier. “No,” repeated Hyukjae, fighting back the flush that threatened to give him away.
Sungmin gave Hyukjae an amused look. “You’re a terrible liar, you know. Right, Kyu?” Kyuhyun nodded in agreement. Hyukjae kicked Kyuhyun’s shin in retaliation (he didn’t dare kick Sungmin; Sungmin was not only Head Boy of Slytherin, but he also knew spells that could be potentially harmful to Hyukjae and his reputation).
“His name is Lee Donghae, if you’re wondering,” Sungmin supplied helpfully. “Sixth year, like you.”
Hyukjae’s eyes widened. “You know him?” he asked, attempting to contain his excitement.
Sungmin rolled his eyes. “In case you’ve forgotten, all of Heechul’s friends are in Slytherin, your boy included.”
“He’s not my boy,” Hyukjae corrected automatically.
“Look,” snapped Sungmin peevishly. “Do you want me to tell you about him or not?” He paused. “On second thought, maybe I should introduce you guys.”
“Really, hyung?” Hyukjae clasped Sungmin’s hands, eyes sparkling. “You would do that? For me? Hyung, I love you!”
“Hey,” protested Kyuhyun, shoving his way between Hyukjae and Sungmin.
Sungmin smirked and settled his head back down on Kyuhyun’s lap. “Anyways, Donghae’s quite a good pick, Hyukjae. He gives the best blowjobs.”
Hyukjae promptly fell off the window ledge as Kyuhyun let out an indignant, “Hyung!”
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Evidently, Sungmin’s idea of introducing them included throwing Hyukjae into an empty classroom sans wand and locking the door.
Hyukjae growled angrily as he alternated between jiggling the doorknob and pounding on the door.
“That won’t work,” stated a voice behind him. “I tried picking the lock and all, but I think Sungmin-hyung put a spell on it or something.”
Hyukjae turned around and was startled to see a boy not two feet behind him, sitting on a desk, casually kicking his legs to and fro. Not just any boy though, but Lee Donghae. “It’s you,” Hyukjae blurted out before he could stop himself.
Donghae stopped his kicking and tilted his head slightly, looking curiously at Hyukjae. “You know who I am?”
Hyukjae nodded vigorously. “Yes. I’ve seen you around in the hallways and the grounds,” he babbled, trying not to appear nervous as heck. “Well, actually, we’re actually in the same year, actually, so we’ve actually had a few classes together sometimes in these past few years. And you hang out with Heechul-hyung, and everybody knows everybody who hangs out with Heechul-hyung, so I guess you’re kind of well known. Also, we were talking about you and Sungmin-hyung knows you and he said you give the best blowjobs and I was-”
Hyukjae abruptly shut his mouth as he realized what he had just said. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.” He cast an uneasy look in Donghae’s direction.
During Hyukjae’s monologue, Donghae had slid off the desk and inched closer to Hyukjae, eyes not leaving the other boy. Hyukjae gulped as he realized that Donghae was much, much too close for comfort.
Hyukjae discretely wiped his now sweaty palms on his robes and tried not to notice how goddamn good looking Donghae was at the close distance. It didn’t work. Donghae, with his casually tousled hair and handsome features, was undeniably the most beautiful person Hyukjae had ever laid eyes on.
Donghae lifted a hand and Hyukjae flinched, but to his surprise, the other boy merely put his palm to Hyukjae’s cheek. Hyukjae felt an electric spark upon contact, and, judging by the slightly surprised expression Donghae was wearing, he had felt it too.
“Well,” said Donghae softly, eyes twinkling, and Hyukjae fought the urge to write a dime novel about how those brown orbs sparkled in the light of the candles around them. “That was interesting.” Moving his hand from Hyukjae’s cheek, Donghae skimmed his fingers lightly along Hyukjae’s defined jawline. “I don’t believe I know your name.”
Let it be known that all Gryffindors were known for their bravery, whether they be fighting gigantic serpents or facing the person they’ve had a crush on for the past three years of their lives.
“Hyukjae,” Hyukjae squeaked, two octaves higher than usual.
Donghae’s fingers stopped at Hyukjae’s collarbone as their master started incredulously at Hyukjae. Just when Hyukjae was considering jumping out the window in the Owlery, Donghae giggled, thin lips spreading wide into the brightest, most stunning smile ever known to man.
“I think I like you, Hyukjae,” said Donghae, beaming at Hyukjae. “You’re so cute.” At that moment, Hyukjae kind of fell in love, never mind the fact that he didn’t even let his own mother call him cute.
“Well then, shall we get this show on the road?” asked Donghae cheerfully. Before Hyukjae could ask for clarification, Donghae had a hold of Hyukjae’s silk tie and tugged on it so their faces were mere inches apart. “Do you know my name?” whispered Donghae.
“D-Donghae,” Hyukjae answered obediently once he got his voice back.
“Good,” smiled Donghae as he let go of Hyukjae’s tie. In one swift movement, he undid Hyukjae’s belt and yanked his pants down. Hyukjae shuddered as Donghae dropped to his knees and gave his already leaking erection a teasing kiss through the thin fabric of his boxers. “That-” breathed Donghae, looking up at Hyukjae mischievously through his lashes. “-is what I want you to scream when you cum in my mouth.”
It took all of Hyukjae’s willpower not to cum right then and there.
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Nothing could wipe the sappy smile off Hyukjae’s face when he sat down for breakfast, not Sungmin’s smug smirk from across the hall or Youngwoon’s “Who spiked his pumpkin juice?”. Picking up his knife, Hyukjae dreamily buttered his sausage and ate it.
“Um, Hyukjae, are you okay?” asked Shindong, staring disbelievingly at Hyukjae from across the table as the latter dunked his toast in orange juice and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Better than okay,” answered Hyukjae, smiling as he watched Donghae fork scrambled eggs into his mouth from across the Great Hall. Donghae caught Hyukjae looking and waved at him. Hyukjae nearly knocked over his goblet in his haste to return the wave. “The beauty of his smile is not diminished by mere distance,” sighed Hyukjae, absentmindedly picking up some bread from Shindong’s plate with his fork.
Youngwoon and Shindong exchanged worried glances, but before either could grill Hyukjae about his odd behavior, the owls came flying in to deliver the daily mail.
Hyukjae watched anxiously as a small scroll was delivered to a mildly surprised Donghae. The other boy unrolled it and skimmed over the contents. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he looked back up, meeting Hyukjae’s eyes. Hyukjae resisted the urge to look away. ‘You?’ Donghae mouthed, pointing to the scroll in his hands. Hyukjae bit his lip and nodded. Before Donghae could reply, the person next to him snatched the scroll from his hands.
Hyukjae could only watch with growing dread as Heechul read the scroll before tossing it back at Donghae as the older boy got up from his seat. Heechul swept across the Great Hall, eyes sharp and glaring. He got to the Gryffindor table and made a beeline for Hyukjae.
“Oh my god,” whimpered Hyukjae. “I think he’s coming towards me.”
“Courage, man,” thundered Youngwoon, thumping Hyukjae on the back. “Are you not a Gryffindor?”
Just before Hyukjae could answer that he’d much rather be a great finder at the moment, Heechul appeared behind Hyukjae. “You,” commanded Heechul, pointing to Hyukjae. “Get up.”
Hyukjae looked helplessly at his friends. Shindong gave him a it-was-nice-knowing-you look and Youngwoon shrugged. Gathering his wits, Hyukjae got up from his seat and faced an irritated Heechul.
“Are you the one that’s hitting on Donghae?” the seventh year demanded without so much of a preamble.
“I, uh, asked him out on a date,” stammered Hyukjae, regretting his great idea to do it via owl during breakfast.
Heechul squinted at Hyukjae for a moment as the latter sweated it out. “You seem decent enough, if a bit on the ugly side,” Heechul finally sniffed. “But.” He grabbed the front of Hyukjae’s robes with surprising strength. “If you ever hurt Donghae in any way, the next spotted dick we have for dinner will be yours. Are we clear?”
“Yes sir!” replied Hyukjae enthusiastically, nodding frantically. “Clear as crystal.”
“Good.” Heechul let go of Hyukjae’s robes and swept off back to the Slytherin table without another word. Hyukjae collapsed on the bench, wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into.
But it was all worth it when Donghae caught him after breakfast and pulled him off to the side.
“Don’t mind Heechul-hyung. He thinks we’re his children and that he needs to coddle us,” said Donghae, eyes laughing. “And if he threatened to cut your dick off, don’t worry about that; he hates blood and would never carry through with it himself. Although he might not be against asking someone else to do it…”
Hyukjae smiled weakly. “Thanks. I feel so reassured now that Heechul-hyung is no longer a direct threat to my manhood, but some henchman of his is.”
Donghae reached out and squeezed Hyukjae’s hand. “Don’t worry,” he repeated. “I quite like your dick where it is, so I’ll protect you from his wrath,” Donghae teased.
Hyukjae flushed, both at the words and at how Donghae twined their fingers together. “So about, um, the note I sent you. Would you…?”
“I would love to grab a butterbeer some time,” replied Donghae, grinning at Hyukjae.
Hyukjae returned the silly smile, feeling like he could skip down the halls with joy. “Okay. It’s a date then.”
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A/N: Mostly written because zaboomafoo76 mentioned wanting to read a HP AU and I couldn't get the idea of Slytherin!Donghae out of my head. Title taken from a Ciara song.