USUK/UKUS One Shots

7th Year (Hogwarts AU Lemon Part 1)

Warnings: Sexual content 

Word Count: 4080

Read Time: 17 Minutes (but this is a two part story)

A/N: This takes place in 7th Year, meaning Alfred and Arthur are both 18.

Nothing in the world pressed Arthur Kirkland's buttons more than Alfred F. Jones. The insufferable Gryffindor exchange student had arrived at Hogwarts this year, and from the first day, he'd caused problems. For a prefect like Arthur, it was like trying to run a business with a monkey in the office. First, it had been pranks on professors. Then, fireworks were stashed in the Charms classroom. Most recently, it had been a devastatingly rowdy party in Gryffindor Tower after they'd won their latest Quidditch match. Arthur wasn't sure what irked him more: Alfred stirring up the party or the nonchalant way he'd responded when Arthur, on night duty, scolded him. He'd insisted it wasn't that bad but that it had been larger than he expected. What were his exact words? Ah, yes— 'All this over Quidditch. Who'd have thought? It's not like it's Quodpot.' That may have been the cherry on top.

Arthur wasn't sure how many times he'd given Alfred detention, nor how many points his ridiculous house had lost thanks to him, but it never seemed to help. This was why Slytherins despised Gryffindors, Arthur had declared one morning at breakfast to his friends. He hadn't bought into the rivalry between their two houses much before, but now he did, all based on one irksome, handsome American moron.

Now, though, Alfred was entering the library with a friend at a volume that was unacceptable for the space, and Arthur was about to have his head explode. When he spotted him, Alfred jogged over, waving goodbye to his friend. Merlin, he was insufferable.

"Hey there, Kirkland."

Arthur glared at him. "What do you want?"

"To ask what you're doing." Alfred looked at the table Arthur had occupied by himself and the wizard's chess board atop it.

"Playing chess."

"By yourself?"

"More fun that way."

"I'm pretty sure no one has ever agreed with you on that before. It's a two-person game."

Did he ever stop talking? Did he ever think before he spoke? "Bugger off, Jones."

But Alfred did not leave. Instead, he sat down across from Arthur, looked at the board, and with appalling strategy, moved a pawn.

"Or don't." He looked Alfred over, observing how his shirt had its top three buttons undone, his tie (the wrong one???) was sloppy, his robes were nowhere to be found, and his button-up jumper with the lion crest was hanging off one shoulder. Arthur raised a brow. "How you manage to be the most atrociously dressed person in all of Hogwarts when we all have a standard issue uniform is... well, it's beyond me."

Alfred chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning closer to Arthur. "Don't act like the messiness of this uniform isn't what's bothering you."

Immediately, Arthur tensed, standing up to start scolding him. "It's sloppy," He said. "A disgrace to your zoo of a house. You're lucky I don't dock points for it."

"So scary, Mr. Prefect," Alfred fired back, also getting up. "You must really make Slytherin house feel like a dungeon, too, for all those other poor students."

"And you seem to have forgotten you're a Gryffindor," Arthur hissed, flicking the blue and bronze tie that hung loosely around Alfred's neck. "Did the house elves mix up your laundry?"

Alfred glanced down at his tie. Oh. Wrong one. "Whoops. Looks like I took Francis' tie this morning. Mine must be somewhere in his dorm. It came off so fast I'm not even sure where it ended up, to be honest."