Spellbound ~ clemmings (hogwarts au) {semi hiatus}

~ chapter nine ~

It's Saturday, and despite the fact that Luke hated waking up early on Saturdays, it's the first quidditch match of the year and its Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. He's slowly making his way up the stairs to sit with the Gryffindor's, Luke believes that Ashton's friend Rian is waiting for him but Luke barely remembers what the boy looks like.

The climb up the winding stairs is horrible and Luke finds himself slightly puffed and then curses when he realizes he's not even halfway up yet. The chatter of excited Gryffindor's surrounds him and its makes Luke sad, he knows he hasn't got many friends and his best friend is down in the change rooms getting himself psyched up.

The blonde continues walking mindlessly, following the people a head of him, which is never a good thing when it comes to Luke and his clumsiness.

Luke watches it, almost as if from someone else perspective, as his left foot doesn't lift far enough to make it past the little wooden ledge of the stairs. He watches as his hands fly out in front of him to stop him face planting, and his knee knocks the step.

A few kids behind him grumble and wait for him to pick himself back up, and it's as Luke is pushing his body into an upright position that he realizes where he is. The landing between sets of stairs is crowded as apposed to last time Luke was here, and it's loud.

Vivid images of Michael on his knees in front of Luke, the wide lust blown green eyes staring at him hungrily and Luke has to grab at the railing to keep himself steady.

People begin to move around him, some telling him to keep going and as much as he tries to, Luke is frozen in place. Eventually, after having to think of various different things (including Hagrid's constantly drooling dog Fang) Luke manages to stop the images of Michael from appearing on his eyelids every time he blinked.

Continuing the climb up to the stands, this time with more energy, Luke finds himself at the top, the cheering of excited teenagers quaking throughout the pitch as each house tries to out do one another.

"Oh finally! You made it" a boy with dark hair comes to stand next to Luke and he figures this is Rian, which now that Luke thinks about it he has seen this boy before so it definitely is. Without exchanging greetings the Hufflepuff follows the boy in to the middle of the crowd and right to the front of the stand.

Looking out across the pitch, Luke's blue eyes roam the Slytherin stand in search of a head of white hair that will surely stand out amongst the crowd. He doesn't know why he does it; it's just a reflex he supposes, except now he's keen, he's eager to see if mint green eyes are searching for him also.

Luke is disappointed however when he realizes that Jack is stood in the Slytherin stands alone, no platinum blonde in sight. The frown on his face must show because Rian nudges him and turns his lips up into a half smile. Praying that he has no idea what – or rather who - Luke had been looking for, the blonde turns to watch as both teams walk out on to the pitch.

The game is eventful, as every game is, however Luke is inattentive to the defeat the Gryffindor's achieve. The blonde boy is zoned out as usual, and when Ashton talks to him about the game later in the Gryffindor common room he expects no less from his friend.

Luke apologizes multiple times for not paying attention to something so important to Ashton, but the older just smiles at his friend and leaves him be on the couch in front of the fire. After about 15 minutes sitting alone watching ashton mingle with his team mates Luke decides to leave, he waves to ashton who smiles in return and heads out in to the hallway.

Its quite and empty on the walk towards the hufflepuff common room, that is until he passes what should be an empty classroom. He's on the third floor, it's normally a charms room, however Luke can hear a not so quite argument. There isn't any shouting, but the people behind the door aren't trying to keep quiet, and Luke, being nosey and sometime intrusive into peoples privacy cant help himself, and his large feet move him closer to the closed door. Pressing his right ear against the wood, Luke jumps back as a shout comes from inside, a voice he knows very clearly yelling 'no' to the other person.

Michael Clifford's voice is recognizable to Luke for various reasons, not including their recent sexual encounters, and as they say 'curiosity killed the cat' and Luke doesn't move from his spot, instead leans back into listen through the door to the now muffled voices.

"You can't control me, I'm not a puppet!" Michael's voice sounds strained, like he's trying not to sob and a sinister laugh comes from within the confines.

"My son, who on earth do you think you are? Are you not a Clifford? Do you not carry the pureblood line that has been continued for generations? You can't just turn around and tell me it stops here" the voice is deep and authoritive and Luke realizes that it is Michael's father, Mr. Clifford whom Michael is talking to.

"Maybe I don't want to be a Clifford!" Luke's baby blues go wide at the statement and he hears a gasp from inside showing he's not the only one surprised. Before Luke knows it Michael is talking again, his tone bitter, angry and accusatory.

"If you want the family name and bloodline to continue then you should have had another son, one that is proud to be a member of this family, one that isn't gay!"

Michael's statement takes Luke by surprise, although really it shouldn't, obviously Michael had to be gay or at least bi considering he gladly gave him a blow job, but still a thousand thoughts run through Luke's head, and he almost misses the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

Moving quickly the hufflepuff boy scurries away from the door, however he doesn't get far and before he knows it he's falling to the floor, groaning out a 'fuck'. Sitting up Luke rubs his knee, knowing he's now going to have a bruise. Distracted for a moment, Luke comes back into the real world and sees a pair of perfectly polished black leather, expensive looking shoes in front of him.

Following the feet to the face, Luke's mouth gapes like a fish out of water when his eyes meet the deep green ones of Mr. Clifford.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" his voice is still demanding and stern and it easily intimidates the sixteen year old.

"I...um" Luke's voice is soft and he stutters over his words as he pulls himself up off of the ground.

"Well?"

"Luke, Luke Hemmings sir" Luke straightens his shoulders and tries his best to look casual, if Michael's face over his fathers shoulder is anything to go by though, it doesn't work.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I, um... I'm just on my way back from the Gryffindor victory party"

The slytherin boy rolls his eyes over his father's shoulders and glares at Luke, taking him slightly by surprise.

"Leave, now!" Mr. Clifford isn't pleasant, not in the slightest and Luke wants to obey but it is his school and he is stubborn, so he stays where he is and just stares at his dirty converse.

"Boy I said leave" Mr. Clifford's voice has gone gravelly and slightly scary but Luke is dumb and Luke decided to stand his ground.

Heaving out a heavy sigh, Mr. Clifford turns away from Luke and walks away, even ignoring his own son. Soon any trace of Mr. Clifford's presence is gone and the blonde can finally breathe again.

When Luke finally looks up he sees the platinum boys green eyes piercing him, the glare cutting him like knives.

"Michael...." the hufflepuff takes half a step to the other boy but he is quickly stopped and his sentence cut off.

"No. No, you fuck off! Who do you think you are? Listening to conversations you have no right to!" the older boys chest is heaving and its slightly attractive, the flannel pulling slightly at the chest, but Luke has to shake these thoughts away, the anger in Michael's voice outweighing his inner desire. "You disgust me Hemmings, don't ever come near me again".

Luke feels his jaw physically drop, hanging open as Michael's words circle his brain, echoing.

"But, you..." again Luke gets cut off, this time to get shoved in the chest by the older, much stronger boy.

"That was a mistake!" the platinum haired boys face is red and his chest is heaving, the slight sting where his palms clapped Luke's chest matches the sting in his heart as he watches the slytherin boy turn and storm off.