Finding My Own Music
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,851
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,851
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Oatmeal
AN: ...howdy. x3
Chapter Two
I stared down at my oatmeal and sighed. It was breakfast, the most important meal of the day, and I couldn't eat anything because of a dull pain that was resting in my stomach. I wondered if this pain was from not eating, or if this pain was caused by something else. If it was being caused by something else, I knew exactly what it was. Those boys who caused me so much emotional pain… I was sure that they were now causing me physical pain. How could this stomach ache not be that? How could it—
Something banged heavily on the table and it caused me to jerk my spoon and fling oatmeal at my face, some of it getting into my eyes and mouth. I cried out softly as I automatically started to rub at the pain-inducing food. A second later, I felt hands grab my arms and pull at them, making me stop trying to rid my eyes of the oatmeal.
“Oi, Bolden! No daydreaming—eat your… what the fuck are you crying for?”
Through my teary eyes, I could see the outline of a person who was bigger than me. I recognized them by their voice, however, and I instantly began to try to pull away from the older boy… from Cameron.
“M-My eyes!” I cried out as I tried to escape from the boy’s grasp. “O-Oatmeal… i-in my—” Cameron cut me off by pulling me closer to him and grabbing my chin.
“Calm down, kid—I said CALM DOWN!” I stopped my thrashing, but I began to whimper. My eyes were burning and the oatmeal on my cheeks was beginning to feel very sticky… I wanted it all gone, just like the boy who was holding me. “Now,” he said calmly, despite the pained sounds I was making, “I’m gonna help you with your problem, but you better stop your blubbering… it’s drawing attention.” I wanted to tell him to shove off, but it didn’t seem like such a good idea… considering the position I was in.
He let go of one of my arms and I barely saw him reach out to the table to grab my napkin. A few seconds later I felt something wet rubbing at the area around my eyes. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but he answered me first.
“It’s just a napkin—I stuck it in your water,” he said, and I mentally kicked myself. Well duh—it felt exactly like a wet napkin—I was such an idiot.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of the napkin actually moving onto my eyes. I yelped and began to push away from the older boy again—which was a bad idea. Cameron just gripped my chin harder and rubbed in a slightly harsh way at my eye ball.
“I. Have. To. Get. The. Crud. Out. Of. Your. Eyes. So. Hold. Still.” he forced out through gritted teeth, and I tried to shake my head. Oatmeal in my eyes or not, I didn’t like what he was doing and I wanted it to stop. “God damn it, Terry—I try to help and you get all—fuck it!” I saw Cameron throw the napkin aside, and I whimpered as he grabbed my head between his hands.
What happened next changed how I felt for the older boy- and I would never be able to look at him with the same hate filled eyes I had been staring at him with for the past two years.
I couldn’t really see all that well, but I felt the older boy’s mouth move to the eye that hadn’t been cleaned yet, and I gasped in shock as I felt his tongue—his tongue!—move over my eye. I couldn’t move… I was in shock. My mind was screaming at me to push the older boy away and then bolt out of the Great Hall, but my body was disobeying and was just standing there and allowing him do this—whatever it was he was doing. Plus… it wasn’t like it hurt. It felt strange, yes, but there was no pain anymore, and the fact that what he was doing was a little strange… well, it made me a teeny weeny bit excited.
I moaned.
A second later, I had pushed him away. My left hand instinctively went up to cover the violated eye as I stared at the other Slytherin with a confused and surprised look on my face. “Sick…” I muttered quietly as I began to shake my head, “Y-you’re sick… what the… wha-what the hell?”
All he did was smirk, and I damn near died.
“YOU SICK FUCK! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” I screamed at the fourth year, not caring that everyone was looking in our direction. I could see some of the teachers rise from their seats, and because I didn’t want any trouble, I quickly turned and ran away from the boy—out of the Great Hall—and then out to the grounds. Nobody was around, seeing that they were all inside eating, and that was how I preferred it. I didn’t want anyone to see how flustered I was… just because he was a disgusting—nasty—sick—
— cute—intriguing— fucking se—what the fuck?!
I stopped running when I got to the edge of the lake, and even though I was panting like someone who had just ran fifteen miles, I still found enough energy to speak.
“When in the hell did Cameron Davis— that boy!— become cute?! He just—” I laughed out of frustration and rubbed at the eye that the older boy had… ugh. “What the—this is… my god. B-But he licked—” I collapsed down onto the grass, staring blankly out at the water.
“That… is one fucking weird boy…”
Chapter Two
I stared down at my oatmeal and sighed. It was breakfast, the most important meal of the day, and I couldn't eat anything because of a dull pain that was resting in my stomach. I wondered if this pain was from not eating, or if this pain was caused by something else. If it was being caused by something else, I knew exactly what it was. Those boys who caused me so much emotional pain… I was sure that they were now causing me physical pain. How could this stomach ache not be that? How could it—
Something banged heavily on the table and it caused me to jerk my spoon and fling oatmeal at my face, some of it getting into my eyes and mouth. I cried out softly as I automatically started to rub at the pain-inducing food. A second later, I felt hands grab my arms and pull at them, making me stop trying to rid my eyes of the oatmeal.
“Oi, Bolden! No daydreaming—eat your… what the fuck are you crying for?”
Through my teary eyes, I could see the outline of a person who was bigger than me. I recognized them by their voice, however, and I instantly began to try to pull away from the older boy… from Cameron.
“M-My eyes!” I cried out as I tried to escape from the boy’s grasp. “O-Oatmeal… i-in my—” Cameron cut me off by pulling me closer to him and grabbing my chin.
“Calm down, kid—I said CALM DOWN!” I stopped my thrashing, but I began to whimper. My eyes were burning and the oatmeal on my cheeks was beginning to feel very sticky… I wanted it all gone, just like the boy who was holding me. “Now,” he said calmly, despite the pained sounds I was making, “I’m gonna help you with your problem, but you better stop your blubbering… it’s drawing attention.” I wanted to tell him to shove off, but it didn’t seem like such a good idea… considering the position I was in.
He let go of one of my arms and I barely saw him reach out to the table to grab my napkin. A few seconds later I felt something wet rubbing at the area around my eyes. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but he answered me first.
“It’s just a napkin—I stuck it in your water,” he said, and I mentally kicked myself. Well duh—it felt exactly like a wet napkin—I was such an idiot.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of the napkin actually moving onto my eyes. I yelped and began to push away from the older boy again—which was a bad idea. Cameron just gripped my chin harder and rubbed in a slightly harsh way at my eye ball.
“I. Have. To. Get. The. Crud. Out. Of. Your. Eyes. So. Hold. Still.” he forced out through gritted teeth, and I tried to shake my head. Oatmeal in my eyes or not, I didn’t like what he was doing and I wanted it to stop. “God damn it, Terry—I try to help and you get all—fuck it!” I saw Cameron throw the napkin aside, and I whimpered as he grabbed my head between his hands.
What happened next changed how I felt for the older boy- and I would never be able to look at him with the same hate filled eyes I had been staring at him with for the past two years.
I couldn’t really see all that well, but I felt the older boy’s mouth move to the eye that hadn’t been cleaned yet, and I gasped in shock as I felt his tongue—his tongue!—move over my eye. I couldn’t move… I was in shock. My mind was screaming at me to push the older boy away and then bolt out of the Great Hall, but my body was disobeying and was just standing there and allowing him do this—whatever it was he was doing. Plus… it wasn’t like it hurt. It felt strange, yes, but there was no pain anymore, and the fact that what he was doing was a little strange… well, it made me a teeny weeny bit excited.
I moaned.
A second later, I had pushed him away. My left hand instinctively went up to cover the violated eye as I stared at the other Slytherin with a confused and surprised look on my face. “Sick…” I muttered quietly as I began to shake my head, “Y-you’re sick… what the… wha-what the hell?”
All he did was smirk, and I damn near died.
“YOU SICK FUCK! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” I screamed at the fourth year, not caring that everyone was looking in our direction. I could see some of the teachers rise from their seats, and because I didn’t want any trouble, I quickly turned and ran away from the boy—out of the Great Hall—and then out to the grounds. Nobody was around, seeing that they were all inside eating, and that was how I preferred it. I didn’t want anyone to see how flustered I was… just because he was a disgusting—nasty—sick—
— cute—intriguing— fucking se—what the fuck?!
I stopped running when I got to the edge of the lake, and even though I was panting like someone who had just ran fifteen miles, I still found enough energy to speak.
“When in the hell did Cameron Davis— that boy!— become cute?! He just—” I laughed out of frustration and rubbed at the eye that the older boy had… ugh. “What the—this is… my god. B-But he licked—” I collapsed down onto the grass, staring blankly out at the water.
“That… is one fucking weird boy…”