Spellbound ~ clemmings (hogwarts au) {semi hiatus}

~ chapter eight ~

It's nine pm and Ashton couldn't be more bored than he is right about now. He paces the small section of the common room that him and Rian are occupying, occasionally going further past a group of second years.

"Do the homework" Rian says as he continues to scrawl across a piece of parchment, his brown hair the only thing Ashton can see.

"No" Ashton stops pacing for a moment to give Rian an indignant look before pulling his wand out of his pocket and twiddling it around his fingers like he does with his drum sticks.

The pacing continues to about nine- thirty before Rian finally snaps and pulls on Ashton's sleeve, making the tan boy stop in his tracks.

"Can you stop it?! You've been anxious ever since Luke left at dinner!" Rian is loud but the only person to even bother paying them any attention is Harry.

"Did you not see him?!" Ashton squawks out and this causes Harry to move towards the two.

"What's going on?" The raven haired boy asks when he gets to them.

"Ashton is anxious because Luke might have actually kissed someone unlike this dweeb who hasn't" Rian looks bored and Ashton gasps offended.

"You haven't kissed anyone? Mate c'mon!" Ron Weasley stands on the other side of Ashton, and it shouldn't surprise him that the ginger is there, he and Harry are always together.

Ashton wishes he could say something back, something like "you don't know how I spend my summers" or "im waiting", but really it's just because no ones ever been interested in him before. It's embarrassing to admit that at sixteen he's never kissed anyone but people tend not to like Ashton so it's not like he's telling people 'no'.

"What's wrong with Hemmings anyways?" Ron brings the topic back to one that actually interests Ashton.

Ashton goes on to explain everything to the boys, ignoring his suspicions about the Slytherin boy - Ron still hadn't quite forgiven Draco Malfoy despite Harry being acquaintances with him.

Ten o'clock rolls around quick and, slowly people start to disappear up the stairs, Ashton going up to get his glasses before returning to his spot in front of the fire.

At a quarter to eleven Ashton figures he may as well go, and as he creeps down the hallways he keeps a close eye out for Filch or his blasted cat - Mrs Norris - that seems to always be near by.

Approaching the portrait to the kitchen, the sandy haired boy doesn't know why his stomach is fluttering or why his hand has a slight shake as he tickles the pear in the bowl.

The door swings open and Ashton steps inside, the house elves pay him no mind, and ashton spots Calum sat in the corner talking to a house elf. The Gryffindor slowly walks over to the pair, the house elf turning to look at him, and he realises its Winky, his favourite.

Calum looks up to see what she is looking at and he stops mid sentence upon seeing the older boy.

Ashton doesn't catch onto the brunettes stare, instead he greets Winky with a polite hello before he sits on the opposite side of the table. When he looks up he notices that the Ravenclaw boy had been watching him, but quickly looks away when their gazes lock.

Ashton watches as Calum finishes his conversation with the little house elf. The brunettes hair has a few waves in the front, almost looking curly but not quite. The brown eyes watch Winky as she talks to him, and Ashton catches his tongue flitting out to lick his lips. The Ravenclaw boy is still dressed in his uniform, much like Ashton himself.

A bang from behind the boys stops Calum's conversation and Ashton looks away from the young boy to look behind him.

A empty pot lay on the floor, and the house elf responsible stands there looking rather distraught at the dropped pan, he remembers Winky telling him that that certain house elf had a bad owner beforehand.