Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Hell Week

TW: Sexual Content, Language, Mild violence. Demian woke up the next morning to Peter shaking him,"Wake the fuck up dude, you're gonna be late to transfiguration.""Shit!" he lurched up from his bed, throwing on his robes quickly, he took off all the rings from the party last night but chose to leave the necklace adorned around his neck, he felt it gave him courage.He checked the mirror once more, trying to smooth out his messy locks from the night before, "I look a right mess..." Peter laughed and threw up the peace sign as he made his way out of the room, Mordred was already gone for the day.Demian pet Silas quickly, throwing on his shoes before he ran down the hallway to Transfiguration.When he entered the classroom, all of the seats were taken but the back table, he took a seat alone and pulled out his book. The teacher, Professor McGonagall made her way to the front of the room and instructed everyone to begin reading chapter 10, silently.Demian opened his book, it was a lesson on the color change charm, something he was already familiar with. As he was reading, he heard the door open, he looked up and saw Malfoy briefly before immediately going back to his book. His heart raced, as he realized that the only seat left was the one next to him.With a sigh, Malfoy took his seat next to Demian and opened his book, "Well it sure is quiet in here today." Some scattered laughter came from the front of the class and the Professor scowled at him. Suddenly, Demian felt a nudge at his left arm and Malfoy whispered close to him, "What page am I supposed to be on, half-blood?"He felt shivers down his spine and before he could answer, Malfoy was leaned over his book, looking for himself. He caught his intoxicating scent again, and just like last night his chest felt tight. Malfoy flipped to the chapter and scoffed, "This is child's play."Demian smiled to himself, this was in fact something he could also do, it felt strange that this was part of fourth year curriculum, but who was he to argue with McGonagall? Without hesitation, Malfoy reached up and pointed his wand at the necklace hanging from Demians neck, speaking clearly, he said "Colovaria." And the once bright silver metal transformed, changing into a dark black matte, the Ravens eyes a bright green now.Demian took the necklace in his palm, stunned, and looked over at Malfoy, who just smirked at him and shut his book. "Well would you look at that, seems I don't need this chapter after all."He closed his book, got up, and walked towards the door, McGonagall protested but he pretended he didn't hear her and continued on his way. Demian looked back down at his book, a small scrap of parchment paper was sitting on the page, it read "Slytherin Prefect Bathroom, 11 pm."Demian looked puzzled, his cheeks flushed once again and he stuffed the paper into his pocket, continuing to read silently with the rest of the class.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*The rest of the day seemed to drag, during lunch he felt he couldn't stop looking for Malfoy who didn't seem to notice him.Did he even leave this note?What was this about?Did he somehow....know?Thoughts raced through his head and he felt sick to his stomach, he hadn't told anyone why he broke up with Viviana, but maybe she already knew. He was positive she had her suspicions, after all on her birthday last year she had tried to move forward with him, insisting she was ready to have sex and Demian just couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt terrible, she cried that night and blamed herself, but what was he supposed to do? He made up excuses like he felt "sick", he had too much schoolwork, etc, until the day they broke up a few months ago.The truth is, I think it was her who was fed up with waiting.He scanned the lunchroom for Vi, who was sitting with the other Gryffindors, for a second her eyes caught his and she quickly went back to her conversation, laughing with her friends.He worked up his courage and got up from his seat, Peter looked confused and said "Are you alright mate? Where are you going?" But before he could answer Demian walked over to her and said confidently "I need to talk to you."She looked up at him and scoffed, "What could you possibly need to talk to me about, Demian?" The other Gryffindors at the table looked up at him with curiosity and he grabbed her by the arm, "Now.""Alright jeez, get your hands off me I'm coming." She got up and they both exited the lunchroom, when they were finally free of prying eyes and curious ears, she demanded "What's all this about, it's been all summer and not a word from you, but you think you can just pull me away at lunch whenever you want? I don't know if you recall but I don't belong to you anymore, we're done.""You think I don't know that Vi? I just want to ask you something. It's been bothering me."She scoffed, "What?""Did you tell anyone why we broke up?""I mean, why DID we break up Demian?"He stood there, wondering what to say."I don't know...Because we never slept together?" He said quietly."I mean that was obviously a big reason, we were together for two years and hardly touched one another, I felt like we were friends more than anything. Sure, you kissed me, but always under the influence and other than that...we basically held up appearances with holding hands for 2 fucking years.""Okay...and did you tell anyone that?""Are you serious Demian...of course I did."She laughed and began walking towards the lunchroom again.Demians stomach sank, and he realized that perhaps people already began to suspect something.I should have just fucked her.He went back to the lunchroom, defeated.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*That night, he sat in his bed, eagerly awaiting the clock to strike 11.Mordred had turned in early for the night, he seemed depressed because he still couldn't find Elwin. Demian felt bad for him.Peter had left for the night, he had no idea where he was going, but he was willing to bet it was to see Penny again, he rolled his eyes.His hands fidgeted with the necklace around his neck, although he loved the original color, he thought it was even more flattering in black. He imagined even his mother would like it, he smiled at that thought.Silas moved to his chest and laid down, he could feel the anxiety welling up and began to purr, which helped to calm him. He pet him for a while, which did help his nerves before getting up and looking into the mirror.He slicked his hair back, it was shoulder length and had some wave to it. His father kept telling him to cut it but the truth was, he liked it long. He thought it complimented his facial features and made him look older. More distinguished. He couldn't decide whether to just wear his robes or not, so he changed into a house sweater with a raven on it and some black jeans. He adorned two of his fingers with his favorite rings once again, a silver band with a ruby in the middle and a ring made of wood he had crafted over the summer. When him and Vi broke up, he found new hobbies were great for getting over her.With only ten minutes until 11, he headed towards the Slytherin Prefect bathroom, it was no secret what the password was to any of the Dormitories, especially as a fourth year and he whispered "Basilisk".He quickly entered and made his way down the hall, as quietly as he could.When he opened the bathroom door, he expected to see Malfoy, and he did.But what he couldn't understand was why Pansy was on top of him. He was sitting on the edge of the communal baths, her legs on each side of him.It didn't seem either one of them heard him enter, they continued to kiss.Malfoy tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled, she let out a soft moan and he smirked.He pulled her hips towards his own, gently rocking her back and forth while his lips found hers hungrily.And that's when he noticed Demian.He didn't stop, he didn't even act like anything had changed, he just continued to kiss Pansy, while holding eye contact with him.Demian felt a wave of jealousy wash over him, he tightened his fists and silently watched the two of them, Malfoys hands traced up and down her back, gripping and holding her tightly against himself while he planted kisses down the side of her neck, still watching Demian. The jealousy only turned him on more, and he couldn't help but give Demian a smirk knowing his pain brought him pleasure.His stomach turned to knots and he felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to give Malfoy the satisfaction. While he watched him caress her body, holding eye contact with him, he found it hard to swallow, a lump in his throat was preventing him.Pansy let out a whimper and Malfoy reached between her legs, rubbing two of his fingers against her core while whispering just loud enough for his watcher to hear,"You're so wet."Demian felt disgusted, he couldn't believe that Malfoy would drag him here for this, and for what reason?Fucking bastard.He had finally had enough, he turned to leave the room.As soon as he exited, Malfoy pushed Pansy off of him."I've had enough, I'm done here.""What the fuck?" She said."You're such a fucking dickhead Malfoy."He grinned, fully satisfied with his actions."Now get the fuck out of my sight, whore."She scoffed at him, grabbing whatever clothes she had discarded and flipped him off before exiting the bathroom.Malfoy sat there for a second, fixing his clothes before he got up and confidently exited, heading for his dorm. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Demian rushed back to his dorm, Peter must have just been getting home because he was still up, smoking a cigarette carefully out the window. He coughed when Demian entered the room and tried to fan the smoke out of the window. "Holy fuck dude you scared me, I was wondering where you were." He whispered, trying not to wake Mordred who was passed out next to them. "What's wrong? You look like you just saw a boggart." He laughed. "Mate...I basically did." He said. Puzzled, he looked at his best friend of 4 years and said to him, "You know you can talk to me, right?" Demian just nodded, he worried what Peter might think but perhaps this was a good time to mention what really happened with Vi. "I really need to get something off my chest Peter, and you have to promise not to say anything, to anyone, I'm really serious about that." He took a drag off his cigarette, "Well fuck dude, how serious can it really be? You know I'm not gonna tell anyone, the two blokes I talk to are right in this room. And one is passed out." "It's about me, and Vi.""Well I was waiting for this one, what really happened?" "The truth is....I couldn't fuck her." "You couldnt....fuck her? What does that even mean dude. She's smart, she's good looking, she was totally into you for two years, you guys seemed to be great for each other. I don't understand why you wouldn't fuck her.""You know why? Because my dick wouldn't fucking work. I'm pretty sure I'm..." he paused for a moment, a pit in his stomach formed again and he worried if his friend would support his decision. "I'm gay." "Gay. Gay as in you like men?" "What other kind of fucking gay do you know of."Peter took a long drag off his cigarette before finally throwing it out the window. He exhaled the smoke and flicked his wand, the window shut. "I mean, wow man, that is not what I expected you to say I'm gonna be completely honest with you. But you know that doesn't matter right, I'm not just going to stop being your friend. But you gotta be honest with me, how do you actually know you're gay if you never actually did it with Vi." "Because I fucking couldn't. I tried. I tried multiple times. There was even a time where she sucked my dick after the Quidditch finals last year and I couldn't even keep it up.""Jesus, couldn't keep it up. That's astounding, If a woman came within 6 inches of my dick I'd probably explode, so you must be a proper queer." Demian curled his fist and punched Peter in the arm, he laughed.For the first time in a while, he felt a weight lifted off of him, it wasn't being out publicly, but it was a move in the right direction. One person close to him knew the truth, and for now, that was enough. "Please don't tell anyone." "I won't." He promised. The two of them got in their beds and fell asleep, another long day ahead of them. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Over the next few days, Demian did his best to avoid Malfoy, he didn't even look in his direction. He felt sick just reminiscing on the image of him and Pansy, let alone the words escaping his lips, You're so wet.He shut his eyes tightly and tried to shake the memory free from his head so he could concentrate. Sitting at lunch with Mordred and Peter, he did his best to keep to himself, nose in his potions book studying, he felt eyes burning the back of his head and he knew that only meant one thing, either Malfoy or Vi was staring, and he couldn't stand the thought of facing either. He couldn't shake the feeling that people were laughing around him. No matter how he tried to avoid listening, the laughter echoed in his head and the overlapping voices of the great hall began to make him lose control. He slammed his book shut and got up from the table, his friends were startled,"Are you alright, where the fuck are you going, we still have 20 minutes?" "It's just too loud in here today, I need to get some fresh air." "Suit yourself." The two turned to each other and started conversing again, as he made his way out of the hall the laughter only seemed to get louder. Several students littered the halls as he made his way out of the castle, he bumped into Crab and Goyle as he exited the building, worried Malfoy wasn't far away he quickly pushed past them, one of them whispering,"Faggot."They both erupted in laughter and Demian stopped in his tracks, he turned around and grabbed each one of them by the collar, pushing them against the wall. "What the fuck did you just say." Crab stuttered and couldn't seem to form a sentence, Goyle finally worked up the nerve to say, "I called you a faggot." He pushed against either one of their throats with his forearms, they each clawed at his arms and he used his body weight to keep them pinned until they started gasping, Demian finally heard a familiar voice call out, "What the fuck is going on here?" Malfoy.He let go of his two goons and held his arms up, backing away a few feet. "Well, your two friends here said something rude, that's all." Malfoy laughed, they were still gasping for breath and coughing, he simply smiled at Demian and said, "Get the fuck out of here, I'll handle this." Crab and Goyle turned silently and walked back to their dorms, defeated. Malfoy locked eyes with Demian, looking him up and down."You're tougher than you look, half-blood." "Fuck you." Demian said, he turned to walk away and Malfoy grabbed him by the wrist, forcefully. "Don't you ever turn your back on me when I'm speaking to you." His voice turned his stomach to knots again, Demian found it hard to protest but the image of Pansy gave him strength and he ripped his arm free, "Did you send me that fucking note." He smiled, that devilish grin that haunted him. He looked around to check the hallway was clear and leaned in, whispering close to his ear, "Maybe I did." Before he turned and walked away, leaving Demain flustered and alone.