Bonus Fic #1
Title: The Outsiders
Author: bksncleverness
Pairing: Dean/Zacharias
Inspired By: "I all alone beweep my outcast state/And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries" - Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR’s
Summary: A lost scene from Chapter 27 of OotP
Word Count: ~2800
“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” Harry bellowed. “RUN!” They all pelted toward the exit at once, forming a scrum at the door, then people burst through; Harry could hear them sprinting along the corridors and hoped they had the sense not to try and make it all the way to their dormitories. It was only ten to nine, if they just took refuge in the library or the Owlery which were both nearer- (p. 608 of OotP))
Dean Thomas decided to run for the Owlery, he thought it would be smarter than running for the Gryffindor common room. He worried what would happen if Umbridge checked the dorms to see who was missing, but that wouldn’t matter if she caught him in the hallway. As he ran, he could hear footsteps behind him and he was fairly certain they belonged to other D.A. members. At least he hoped so. He turned down the corridor that led to the Owlery. It was dark and he nearly ran into a suit of armor but dodged it at the last second. There was only one set of footsteps behind him now, which suddenly stopped, followed by a sharp cry of pain.
Dean stopped and turned to look for the person who had cried out. Sitting on the floor, holding his ankle, was Zacharias Smith. Dean jogged back to Zacharias and knelt next to him.
“What happened?” he whispered.
“I almost hit that stupid suit of armor head on. I managed to move out of the way but I caught my foot on the corner of it and wrenched my ankle,” his face was screwed up in pain.
“We’ve got to get out of here. Can you walk?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped.
Dean stood up and looked at him curiously.
“I’m sorry, Dean. It just hurts a lot. Help me up?”
Dean held his hands out and Zacharias grabbed them and heaved himself up, all his weight on his uninjured left foot.
“There you go,” Dean quietly encouraged. They stood face to face, Zacharias still steadying himself with Dean’s hands. “Take a step,” Dean said.
Zacharias gritted his teeth and put some weight on his right leg. He winced and clapped his hand over his mouth. He fell forward onto Dean who caught him. Zacharias got himself back onto his left foot and stood there. “I don’t think I can walk on it,” he said, he face beaded with sweat.
“It’s okay, I’ll help you,” Dean said as he brought Zacharias’ arm around his shoulder. “Lean on me. You can hop the whole way, but we have to get out of this corridor.”
“Okay,” Zacharias whispered as they heard voices at the end of the hallway.
“Shit. Someone’s coming. Let’s go.”
As quickly as they could, they went to the Owlery, Zacharias hopping and holding onto Dean all the way. There were only a few steps up to the tower but it seemed to take ages to get to the top. Once there, Dean helped Zacharias sit down and then flopped next to the Hufflepuff in the corner. The owls were hooting and fluttering as they woke up for the night.
Suddenly they heard voices on the landing below.
“Oh no,” whispered Dean. “Someone’s coming up here. What are we going to do? We can’t pretend to be sending an owl because we don’t have any parchment and you can’t even stand up.”
“I have a plan,” said Zacharias calmly as the voices got closer.
“What is it?” Dean whispered.
Zacharias turned to Dean, placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and kissed him. Dean was taken by surprise for a moment but soon realized the genius of the Hufflepuff’s plan. If anyone came up to look in the Owlery all they would find is two boys who snuck off for a snog, not two guilty D.A. members. Dean decided to risk the rumors that were sure to follow if they were caught.
As footsteps came up the stairs, Zacharias moved his hands around Dean’s back and ran his tongue along Dean’s lips to deepen the kiss.
Half out of necessity (“This must look real!” Dean thought.) and half out of curiosity, Dean parted his lips. Zacharias slid his tongue into Dean’s mouth, tentatively exploring, not wanting Dean to jump up and run away. But soon he felt Dean’s tongue sliding around his, and hands creeping around his shoulders like ivy.
Their kisses were wet and rough and sloppy, neither one having much experience in the arena. But as the moments passed, they started to enjoy themselves. Zacharias felt himself get hard and hoped his school robe covered it. Dean, who was always cold, basked in the warmth of Zacharias’ body, the feeling of his long arms pulling Dean close, and the taste of cinnamon on Zacharias’ tongue.
They were softly moaning, gasping for air and soon Dean noticed that no one had interrupted them, even though he was sure he’d heard footsteps on the stairs. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss to figure out what had happened.
Zacharias looked disappointed, but, like Dean, had realized after a moment that no one was taking points from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor for breaking curfew.
Dean turned to see Crabbe and Goyle standing at the top of the stairs. Dean thought they looked even more menacing without their school robes on. Zacharias followed Dean’s gaze to the two monstrous Slytherin boys who looked so surprised and stood so still, they looked like two very shocked, very ugly statues.
Zacharias got the idea that they should be angry for being interrupted (and, in truth, he was annoyed; he liked kissing Dean very much) so he said, “Oi, what do you want? We’re trying to be alone here. If you’re going to send an owl, get on with it, all right?”
When the Slytherins made no move, Dean tried, “Hello?”
Dean and Zacharias looked at each other, wondering why Crabbe and Goyle were just standing there. Zacharias looked them up and down and noticed, with the candles in the opposite corner throwing light on them from this angle, that they were both aroused and, from the size of the bulges they sported, both huge.
Zacharias faltered for a moment and cleared his throat.
“Crabbe! Goyle!” Dean yelled.
They seemed to wake out of a daze.
“Clear off, all right?” Dean said sternly.
Crabbe and Goyle slowly turned to look at each other; then they looked down at each other’s trousers and then back into each other’s eyes. Dim lights of recognition flickered in each boy’s consciousness and two enormous grins broke out on their faces. Dean had only seen them look this happy during feasts in the Great Hall. Without a word to Dean or Zacharias, the Slytherins turned and clomped quickly down the stairs. As they did, Dean could swear he heard one of them say, “I didn’t know boys could kiss other boys!”
Zacharias and Dean began to giggle and then laugh and soon they were holding their stomachs and trying not to howl with joy. They were relieved. They’d pulled it off. And they were both fairly certain that Crabbe and Goyle wouldn’t say a word to anyone about their discovery. As the laughter died down, they realized how close they were sitting and how aroused each of them had become.
“I don’t think they’re going to tell anyone. Do you?” said Dean.
“Probably not. Did you see how surprised they were? How long had they been standing there is what I’d like to know.” Zacharias said.
“Well, they were both pretty, er, did you see that they were, you know,” Dean struggled.
“Hard? Yes I saw that.” He looked down at himself and blushed. “Seems to be going around,” he laughed. Dean smiled.
An awkward moment passed.
“Good plan. The kissing, I mean,” Dean said.
“Thanks. I…I, er, was pretty sure it would work,” he looked at the floor.
“How’s your ankle?” Dean asked, trying to change the subject.
“It feels like it’s swelling.”
“We should probably take your shoe and sock off,” Dean said.
“Okay.”
“I’ll do it,” Dean said and Zacharias braced himself against the wall. He moved around and gingerly untied Zacharias’ right shoe and pulled it off, the Hufflepuff holding his breath the whole time. When the shoe was gone, Dean gently placed Zacharias’ foot back on the floor and Zacharias breathed out.
“Ready for the sock?”
“Yes,” he said and put his fist in front of his mouth.
Dean, as slowly as he could, pulled the sock off of Zacharias’ foot revealing a very swollen and slightly red ankle.
Dean ran his hand along the foot and around Zacharias’ ankle. “Does that hurt?” he asked.
“No. Not when you touch it like that,” Zacharias said and smiled slightly. “You have really nice hands.”
“Thanks. Sorry they’re a bit cold. They’re always a bit cold.”
“It feels good. My ankle feels quite hot, like it has a fever. Can you put your hands on it?”
“Sure,” said Dean and very gently wrapped his hands around Zacharias’ swollen ankle.
They sat there like that for a few minutes.
“Think Harry will get expelled?” said Zacharias tentatively.
“I hope not. I mean, he’s our only chance, isn’t he? Harry’s fast. I bet they didn’t even catch him.”
They each nodded and looked away, the way people do when they don’t know what to say.
“It was a great idea, a Defense Against the Dark Arts Club. I know I scoffed at first, but it really is brilliant. It’s also the first time I’ve ever really felt like part of something here at school. Something important, you know?” Zacharias said.
“But you’re on the Quidditch team. You’re part of that.”
“Even on the Quidditch team, I always feel like I’m outside everything, just watching.” He pondered the thought for a moment. “That sounds stupid,” he said.
“No it doesn’t. I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like an outsider in Gryffindor just because I’m quiet and I’d rather draw than fight dragons. There are moments when I wonder why the Hat put me in there,” said Dean who forced a laugh.
‘Two outsiders, huh?” Zacharias said.
“You always seem so…I mean, you always seem to know what to say. You’re so…I don’t know…in control,” Dean said, absentmindedly running his hands lightly over Zacharias’ foot.
“You mean arrogant, right?” he laughed. “I get aggressive sometimes because I know what everyone thinks of Hufflepuffs. That we’re just the filler, that we’re all a bunch of wishy-washy do-gooders, that we’re all spineless…”
“Stop it. I don’t think that. You’re proof that Hufflepuffs are more than that. I mean, look at you! You’re brave and smart and funny and…”
“Ow!” Zacharias yelped.
“What?”
“You squeezed my ankle,” he said.
“Oh, sorry! I was just trying to say that not everyone thinks Hufflepuffs are the filler and I guess I got carried away.” He moved back to the wall and sat again next to Zacharias. He cleared his throat. “Er, what do you think about Gryffindors? Are we all a bunch of loud-mouthed, know-it-all, reckless rule-breakers?” he asked quietly.
“No. I used think that and I’m sorry I did. I didn’t give you guys a chance. But now that I know you, I can see how loyal you all are to each other. How passionate. It’s pretty cool,” Zacharias said. “But even when I thought you guys were loud and annoying, I…I always suspected that you were different.”
“What do you mean?” Dean said.
“Well, you’re quieter, more thoughtful, you know?”
“I can’t believe you even noticed I existed with Harry, Ron, and Hermione around.”
“You stand out, Dean. There’s something about you that made me notice you. Maybe it is that you’re quiet. Maybe it’s because you’re so artistic. Maybe it’s because I could tell you sometimes feel as out of place in Gryffindor as I do in Hufflepuff. I don’t know, there was just something that made me want to be around you,” Zacharias said and shrugged. Then he looked into Dean’s dark brown eyes.
“Well, here we are,” said Dean, smiling.
Zacharias leaned over and kissed him again. Dean responded instantly. Zacharias slipped his hands under Dean’s robes and ran them down his chest. Dean twined his hands in Zacharias’ impossibly soft, dirty blonde hair.
Little by little, Dean leaned forward so that Zacharias slid down the wall and at last, he was almost lying down.
“Wait,” Dean said, sitting up and taking off his robe. He wrapped it in a bundle and placed it under Zacharias’ head.
“Thanks,” Zacharias said. He slipped his arms out of his robe and spread it out underneath them.
Dean leaned down again and kissed along his jaw, working his way down his neck. Zacharias gasped when Dean licked along his clavicle.
“Oh, Dean,” he whispered.
“Say it again,” Dean breathed into his ear.
“Oh, Dean,” he moaned.
Dean, supporting himself on his arms over Zacharias, looked down into the other boy’s blue-gray eyes.
Never looking away, Zacharias began to unbutton Dean’s shirt, pulling it free of his trousers. He ran his hands along Dean’s smooth, almost hairless chest, the whiteness of his long-fingered hands contrasting with the creamy mocha of Dean’s skin. Zacharias unbuttoned his own shirt and opened it and Dean lowered himself so that they touched, skin to skin.
The sensation was incredible, they could feel each other’s hearts beating like hammers, almost in time, their pricks throbbing sympathetically.
Zacharias could feel Dean hard against his leg and reached down with his hand to add more friction. His own erection rubbed against Dean’s stomach.
They kissed while fumbling with each other’s belts and flies, Zacharias crying out in pain twice because he accidentally put weight on his bad ankle as he lifted himself up to pull down his trousers.
They both understood that they mustn’t take anything off completely, there being no lock and indeed, no door to the Owlery. So they kissed and fumbled, shirts open, trousers around their thighs.
They held each other, stroked each other, and mentally compared their length and girth.
And finally, as each boy’s entire body seemed to pulse and throb, they started to move together.
Dean placed his hands on either side of Zacharias’ head while Zacharias brought his hands around to grab Dean’s arse.
They moved quickly, Zacharias guiding their thrusts together. It was only a moment before they were both crying out as they came, Zacharias shouting Dean’s name and Dean, capable of only one syllable, moaning, “Zach!”
The warmth of the liquid between them was delicious for a moment as they caught their breath and kissed and sighed.
Then it started to get messy. Zacharias pulled his wand out of the inside pocket of his robe and cast a few simple cleaning spells. They didn’t say a word as they buttoned their shirts and pulled up their trousers.
“So,” said Dean when they were put back together.
“So,” said Zacharias.
“We should get you to the hospital wing. The coast is probably clear by now,” Dean said.
“All right,” he said but didn’t move. “Look, I don’t want you to think that I…I mean, I wanted to…”
“What?” Dean asked quietly, and placed his hand on Zacharias’ cheek.
“I wanted to do that. I’ve been wanting to do that with you…for a long time,” Zacharias whispered. “I really thought that you could know what it’s like for me. You know, could understand me.”
“I’ve wanted to do that too. And I do know what it’s like for you. It’s the same for me. I think we’re a lot alike.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Zacharias’ lips and then said, “I don’t feel like an outsider right now.”
“I don’t either,” Zacharias said and smiled broadly.
“Didn’t the Sorting Hat say something about cooperation between houses?” Dean nudged him in the ribs.
“It did. Maybe we should meet again like this, you know, to keep Hogwarts strong,” Zacharias said with mock seriousness.
“Yes, for the good of the school!” Dean said. They laughed again and sighed.
“Come on, we’d better go,” Zacharias said as he struggled to standing, holding on the Dean for support. Dean pulled Zacharias’ arm around his shoulder and kissed him again.
They slowly made their way to the hospital wing, Dean walking and Zacharias hopping along. All the way there, they shared kisses, dodged Mrs. Norris, and tried to figure out what they would tell Madame Pomfrey when they arrived. They knew they wouldn’t have to make any excuses to their friends. They’d just slip in as usual, completely unnoticed.
Author: bksncleverness
Pairing: Dean/Zacharias
Inspired By: "I all alone beweep my outcast state/And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries" - Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR’s
Summary: A lost scene from Chapter 27 of OotP
Word Count: ~2800
“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” Harry bellowed. “RUN!” They all pelted toward the exit at once, forming a scrum at the door, then people burst through; Harry could hear them sprinting along the corridors and hoped they had the sense not to try and make it all the way to their dormitories. It was only ten to nine, if they just took refuge in the library or the Owlery which were both nearer- (p. 608 of OotP))
Dean Thomas decided to run for the Owlery, he thought it would be smarter than running for the Gryffindor common room. He worried what would happen if Umbridge checked the dorms to see who was missing, but that wouldn’t matter if she caught him in the hallway. As he ran, he could hear footsteps behind him and he was fairly certain they belonged to other D.A. members. At least he hoped so. He turned down the corridor that led to the Owlery. It was dark and he nearly ran into a suit of armor but dodged it at the last second. There was only one set of footsteps behind him now, which suddenly stopped, followed by a sharp cry of pain.
Dean stopped and turned to look for the person who had cried out. Sitting on the floor, holding his ankle, was Zacharias Smith. Dean jogged back to Zacharias and knelt next to him.
“What happened?” he whispered.
“I almost hit that stupid suit of armor head on. I managed to move out of the way but I caught my foot on the corner of it and wrenched my ankle,” his face was screwed up in pain.
“We’ve got to get out of here. Can you walk?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped.
Dean stood up and looked at him curiously.
“I’m sorry, Dean. It just hurts a lot. Help me up?”
Dean held his hands out and Zacharias grabbed them and heaved himself up, all his weight on his uninjured left foot.
“There you go,” Dean quietly encouraged. They stood face to face, Zacharias still steadying himself with Dean’s hands. “Take a step,” Dean said.
Zacharias gritted his teeth and put some weight on his right leg. He winced and clapped his hand over his mouth. He fell forward onto Dean who caught him. Zacharias got himself back onto his left foot and stood there. “I don’t think I can walk on it,” he said, he face beaded with sweat.
“It’s okay, I’ll help you,” Dean said as he brought Zacharias’ arm around his shoulder. “Lean on me. You can hop the whole way, but we have to get out of this corridor.”
“Okay,” Zacharias whispered as they heard voices at the end of the hallway.
“Shit. Someone’s coming. Let’s go.”
As quickly as they could, they went to the Owlery, Zacharias hopping and holding onto Dean all the way. There were only a few steps up to the tower but it seemed to take ages to get to the top. Once there, Dean helped Zacharias sit down and then flopped next to the Hufflepuff in the corner. The owls were hooting and fluttering as they woke up for the night.
Suddenly they heard voices on the landing below.
“Oh no,” whispered Dean. “Someone’s coming up here. What are we going to do? We can’t pretend to be sending an owl because we don’t have any parchment and you can’t even stand up.”
“I have a plan,” said Zacharias calmly as the voices got closer.
“What is it?” Dean whispered.
Zacharias turned to Dean, placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and kissed him. Dean was taken by surprise for a moment but soon realized the genius of the Hufflepuff’s plan. If anyone came up to look in the Owlery all they would find is two boys who snuck off for a snog, not two guilty D.A. members. Dean decided to risk the rumors that were sure to follow if they were caught.
As footsteps came up the stairs, Zacharias moved his hands around Dean’s back and ran his tongue along Dean’s lips to deepen the kiss.
Half out of necessity (“This must look real!” Dean thought.) and half out of curiosity, Dean parted his lips. Zacharias slid his tongue into Dean’s mouth, tentatively exploring, not wanting Dean to jump up and run away. But soon he felt Dean’s tongue sliding around his, and hands creeping around his shoulders like ivy.
Their kisses were wet and rough and sloppy, neither one having much experience in the arena. But as the moments passed, they started to enjoy themselves. Zacharias felt himself get hard and hoped his school robe covered it. Dean, who was always cold, basked in the warmth of Zacharias’ body, the feeling of his long arms pulling Dean close, and the taste of cinnamon on Zacharias’ tongue.
They were softly moaning, gasping for air and soon Dean noticed that no one had interrupted them, even though he was sure he’d heard footsteps on the stairs. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss to figure out what had happened.
Zacharias looked disappointed, but, like Dean, had realized after a moment that no one was taking points from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor for breaking curfew.
Dean turned to see Crabbe and Goyle standing at the top of the stairs. Dean thought they looked even more menacing without their school robes on. Zacharias followed Dean’s gaze to the two monstrous Slytherin boys who looked so surprised and stood so still, they looked like two very shocked, very ugly statues.
Zacharias got the idea that they should be angry for being interrupted (and, in truth, he was annoyed; he liked kissing Dean very much) so he said, “Oi, what do you want? We’re trying to be alone here. If you’re going to send an owl, get on with it, all right?”
When the Slytherins made no move, Dean tried, “Hello?”
Dean and Zacharias looked at each other, wondering why Crabbe and Goyle were just standing there. Zacharias looked them up and down and noticed, with the candles in the opposite corner throwing light on them from this angle, that they were both aroused and, from the size of the bulges they sported, both huge.
Zacharias faltered for a moment and cleared his throat.
“Crabbe! Goyle!” Dean yelled.
They seemed to wake out of a daze.
“Clear off, all right?” Dean said sternly.
Crabbe and Goyle slowly turned to look at each other; then they looked down at each other’s trousers and then back into each other’s eyes. Dim lights of recognition flickered in each boy’s consciousness and two enormous grins broke out on their faces. Dean had only seen them look this happy during feasts in the Great Hall. Without a word to Dean or Zacharias, the Slytherins turned and clomped quickly down the stairs. As they did, Dean could swear he heard one of them say, “I didn’t know boys could kiss other boys!”
Zacharias and Dean began to giggle and then laugh and soon they were holding their stomachs and trying not to howl with joy. They were relieved. They’d pulled it off. And they were both fairly certain that Crabbe and Goyle wouldn’t say a word to anyone about their discovery. As the laughter died down, they realized how close they were sitting and how aroused each of them had become.
“I don’t think they’re going to tell anyone. Do you?” said Dean.
“Probably not. Did you see how surprised they were? How long had they been standing there is what I’d like to know.” Zacharias said.
“Well, they were both pretty, er, did you see that they were, you know,” Dean struggled.
“Hard? Yes I saw that.” He looked down at himself and blushed. “Seems to be going around,” he laughed. Dean smiled.
An awkward moment passed.
“Good plan. The kissing, I mean,” Dean said.
“Thanks. I…I, er, was pretty sure it would work,” he looked at the floor.
“How’s your ankle?” Dean asked, trying to change the subject.
“It feels like it’s swelling.”
“We should probably take your shoe and sock off,” Dean said.
“Okay.”
“I’ll do it,” Dean said and Zacharias braced himself against the wall. He moved around and gingerly untied Zacharias’ right shoe and pulled it off, the Hufflepuff holding his breath the whole time. When the shoe was gone, Dean gently placed Zacharias’ foot back on the floor and Zacharias breathed out.
“Ready for the sock?”
“Yes,” he said and put his fist in front of his mouth.
Dean, as slowly as he could, pulled the sock off of Zacharias’ foot revealing a very swollen and slightly red ankle.
Dean ran his hand along the foot and around Zacharias’ ankle. “Does that hurt?” he asked.
“No. Not when you touch it like that,” Zacharias said and smiled slightly. “You have really nice hands.”
“Thanks. Sorry they’re a bit cold. They’re always a bit cold.”
“It feels good. My ankle feels quite hot, like it has a fever. Can you put your hands on it?”
“Sure,” said Dean and very gently wrapped his hands around Zacharias’ swollen ankle.
They sat there like that for a few minutes.
“Think Harry will get expelled?” said Zacharias tentatively.
“I hope not. I mean, he’s our only chance, isn’t he? Harry’s fast. I bet they didn’t even catch him.”
They each nodded and looked away, the way people do when they don’t know what to say.
“It was a great idea, a Defense Against the Dark Arts Club. I know I scoffed at first, but it really is brilliant. It’s also the first time I’ve ever really felt like part of something here at school. Something important, you know?” Zacharias said.
“But you’re on the Quidditch team. You’re part of that.”
“Even on the Quidditch team, I always feel like I’m outside everything, just watching.” He pondered the thought for a moment. “That sounds stupid,” he said.
“No it doesn’t. I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like an outsider in Gryffindor just because I’m quiet and I’d rather draw than fight dragons. There are moments when I wonder why the Hat put me in there,” said Dean who forced a laugh.
‘Two outsiders, huh?” Zacharias said.
“You always seem so…I mean, you always seem to know what to say. You’re so…I don’t know…in control,” Dean said, absentmindedly running his hands lightly over Zacharias’ foot.
“You mean arrogant, right?” he laughed. “I get aggressive sometimes because I know what everyone thinks of Hufflepuffs. That we’re just the filler, that we’re all a bunch of wishy-washy do-gooders, that we’re all spineless…”
“Stop it. I don’t think that. You’re proof that Hufflepuffs are more than that. I mean, look at you! You’re brave and smart and funny and…”
“Ow!” Zacharias yelped.
“What?”
“You squeezed my ankle,” he said.
“Oh, sorry! I was just trying to say that not everyone thinks Hufflepuffs are the filler and I guess I got carried away.” He moved back to the wall and sat again next to Zacharias. He cleared his throat. “Er, what do you think about Gryffindors? Are we all a bunch of loud-mouthed, know-it-all, reckless rule-breakers?” he asked quietly.
“No. I used think that and I’m sorry I did. I didn’t give you guys a chance. But now that I know you, I can see how loyal you all are to each other. How passionate. It’s pretty cool,” Zacharias said. “But even when I thought you guys were loud and annoying, I…I always suspected that you were different.”
“What do you mean?” Dean said.
“Well, you’re quieter, more thoughtful, you know?”
“I can’t believe you even noticed I existed with Harry, Ron, and Hermione around.”
“You stand out, Dean. There’s something about you that made me notice you. Maybe it is that you’re quiet. Maybe it’s because you’re so artistic. Maybe it’s because I could tell you sometimes feel as out of place in Gryffindor as I do in Hufflepuff. I don’t know, there was just something that made me want to be around you,” Zacharias said and shrugged. Then he looked into Dean’s dark brown eyes.
“Well, here we are,” said Dean, smiling.
Zacharias leaned over and kissed him again. Dean responded instantly. Zacharias slipped his hands under Dean’s robes and ran them down his chest. Dean twined his hands in Zacharias’ impossibly soft, dirty blonde hair.
Little by little, Dean leaned forward so that Zacharias slid down the wall and at last, he was almost lying down.
“Wait,” Dean said, sitting up and taking off his robe. He wrapped it in a bundle and placed it under Zacharias’ head.
“Thanks,” Zacharias said. He slipped his arms out of his robe and spread it out underneath them.
Dean leaned down again and kissed along his jaw, working his way down his neck. Zacharias gasped when Dean licked along his clavicle.
“Oh, Dean,” he whispered.
“Say it again,” Dean breathed into his ear.
“Oh, Dean,” he moaned.
Dean, supporting himself on his arms over Zacharias, looked down into the other boy’s blue-gray eyes.
Never looking away, Zacharias began to unbutton Dean’s shirt, pulling it free of his trousers. He ran his hands along Dean’s smooth, almost hairless chest, the whiteness of his long-fingered hands contrasting with the creamy mocha of Dean’s skin. Zacharias unbuttoned his own shirt and opened it and Dean lowered himself so that they touched, skin to skin.
The sensation was incredible, they could feel each other’s hearts beating like hammers, almost in time, their pricks throbbing sympathetically.
Zacharias could feel Dean hard against his leg and reached down with his hand to add more friction. His own erection rubbed against Dean’s stomach.
They kissed while fumbling with each other’s belts and flies, Zacharias crying out in pain twice because he accidentally put weight on his bad ankle as he lifted himself up to pull down his trousers.
They both understood that they mustn’t take anything off completely, there being no lock and indeed, no door to the Owlery. So they kissed and fumbled, shirts open, trousers around their thighs.
They held each other, stroked each other, and mentally compared their length and girth.
And finally, as each boy’s entire body seemed to pulse and throb, they started to move together.
Dean placed his hands on either side of Zacharias’ head while Zacharias brought his hands around to grab Dean’s arse.
They moved quickly, Zacharias guiding their thrusts together. It was only a moment before they were both crying out as they came, Zacharias shouting Dean’s name and Dean, capable of only one syllable, moaning, “Zach!”
The warmth of the liquid between them was delicious for a moment as they caught their breath and kissed and sighed.
Then it started to get messy. Zacharias pulled his wand out of the inside pocket of his robe and cast a few simple cleaning spells. They didn’t say a word as they buttoned their shirts and pulled up their trousers.
“So,” said Dean when they were put back together.
“So,” said Zacharias.
“We should get you to the hospital wing. The coast is probably clear by now,” Dean said.
“All right,” he said but didn’t move. “Look, I don’t want you to think that I…I mean, I wanted to…”
“What?” Dean asked quietly, and placed his hand on Zacharias’ cheek.
“I wanted to do that. I’ve been wanting to do that with you…for a long time,” Zacharias whispered. “I really thought that you could know what it’s like for me. You know, could understand me.”
“I’ve wanted to do that too. And I do know what it’s like for you. It’s the same for me. I think we’re a lot alike.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Zacharias’ lips and then said, “I don’t feel like an outsider right now.”
“I don’t either,” Zacharias said and smiled broadly.
“Didn’t the Sorting Hat say something about cooperation between houses?” Dean nudged him in the ribs.
“It did. Maybe we should meet again like this, you know, to keep Hogwarts strong,” Zacharias said with mock seriousness.
“Yes, for the good of the school!” Dean said. They laughed again and sighed.
“Come on, we’d better go,” Zacharias said as he struggled to standing, holding on the Dean for support. Dean pulled Zacharias’ arm around his shoulder and kissed him again.
They slowly made their way to the hospital wing, Dean walking and Zacharias hopping along. All the way there, they shared kisses, dodged Mrs. Norris, and tried to figure out what they would tell Madame Pomfrey when they arrived. They knew they wouldn’t have to make any excuses to their friends. They’d just slip in as usual, completely unnoticed.