Double Black

desire fo rorrim

A/N: No prior knowledge of the Harry Potter universe is required to enjoy this fic!

Something troublesome has been stirring in the halls of Hogwarts recently.

The teachers were uninvolved as ever, but the students, a certain group in particular, had a perfectly accurate inkling as to exactly what was causing all this lurking chaos. The roots of this bizarre new situation could be traced back to two very specific people, as usual.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya.

Because well, when were those two ever not the cause for whatever added new strands of grey hair to Professor Fukuzawa's head?

Dazai Osamu was just this average Slytherin fifth-year. Except well, he was one of the two perfects, the other one being Ozaki Kouyou, who also happened to be one of his close friends. Quite well known for his distaste of all things athletic, and Quidditch in particular, his peers were too scared of him to point out that if he disliked the sport as much he claimed, he really had absolutely no reason to spend his Saturday mornings at the Quidditch court; which was when the Gryffindor team were scheduled for their practice session.

He also had absolutely zero reason to religiously show up to every single Quidditch match, if one of the teams playing were Gryffindor. Other than his very contradictory actions, he was a pleasant enough guy, and was fairly polite to everyone. Except one person, of course.

Nakahara Chuuya, on the other hand, happened to be a not-very-average student at Hogwarts. Well, it wasn't like Dazai was exactly average either, but that's not the point. Chuuya was one of the two Gryffindor prefects, the other being his very close friend, Yosano Akiko. Their friendship was pretty well known, and hence, there was never any ambiguity regarding either of the prefects' actions.

Other than that, Chuuya also happened to be the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, a rare enough feat for a fifth-year. He played the position of the Seeker, quite fitting for someone of his- um, short- stature, for the lack of a better word. He was also naturally rather fast on the court. In his personal life, he was literally friends with everybody. All the Gryffindors looked up to him and were fond of him, and students from other houses were on friendly terms with him as well.

Chuuya got along with everybody, but he vehemently claimed to be unable to see-to-eye with 'that shitty Slytherin prefect bastard. Who does he think he is, anyway?!'

Fortunately(?) for him, such strong feelings of his were very much mutual, and said shitty prefect bastard, namely Dazai, claimed to very much hate him too. The two of them had established their relationship as mere and petty rivalry all the way back in their first year. Which is why, it absolutely did not make sense that they were seen together at all times.

This was most definitely not an exaggeration. They really were together constantly. In fact, as of late, several Gryffindor students commented that they saw Dazai in their dormitory building rather frequently. Each prefect had a room of their own, and everyone collectively agreed that Dazai was in Chuuya's room quite a lot.

As for the Slytherin students, they claimed that they have spotted Chuuya in Dazai's room on multiple occasions, and the former seemed to be complaining too much every single time. Something about the Slytherin dungeons being too dark and dingy, and how only real snakes could bear to live there?

Needless to say, anybody who has ever had the misfortune of being in the duo's presence were always left confused and in search of their sanity. This has always been the case, but seriously, hasn't it been extra bad recently?! After all, even the first years could pick up on the wisps of impending doom.

As for the reason to this; that was only clear to Dazai and his small circle of friends. One fine day, in the courtyard with his close friends, namely Kouyou, this other Slytherin named Gin, and this one Hufflepuff named Higuchi, Dazai came to a very important decision. After having feigned feelings of pure hate and rivalry for about six long years, he finally decided to admit that he was, in fact, very much in love with that little hatrack shorty (his words).