Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 19

Jeremiah chuckled and took a sip of the Butterbeer he was clutching.

Flint frowned at him, shaking his head slightly to try and throw of the effects of the alcohol.

"You look like rubbish," Jeremiah said, cocking an eyebrow and leaning back casually in his chair.

"Why are you here?" Flint repeated.

"Visiting," Jeremiah said simply. He took another drink of his Butterbeer. "So, I heard you're gay."

Flint blinked slowly and nodded. "Yea, so?" he slurred.

Jeremiah gave him a small smile. "I also heard that your little boy toy's left you for a certain Prefect and Quidditch Captain."

Flint's grip tightened around his empty tankard as hate rushed through him.

"I'll take that as a yes," Jeremiah said with a soft chuckle.

"You still haven't told me what you want," Flint grunted.

"We we're friends, Flint," Jeremiah said, giving Flint a hurt look. "Can't I talk to a friend without wanting something?"

Flint snorted. Sure, he'd been friendly with Jeremiah, not close, but they had hung around in the same circle, the popular, attractive crowd of the new-generation Hogwarts. He knew enough about the other boy to know that he never did anything if he couldn't get something in return.

"Alright, fine," Jeremiah said, leaning across the table towards Flint. "I'm not here to have a friendly chat. I saw the old crowd and Dan said you got dumped by some transfer student who's with Blaine now."

Flint grunted and shrugged.

"He also said you're in love with him," Jeremiah said in a low voice.

Flint looked up into the piercing blue eyes, which reminded him vaguely of Kurt's. Just the color, nothing else. Kurt's eyes were always full of a soft kindness, nothing like the cold, calculating look that Jeremiah wore.

"You want him back?" Jeremiah asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Flint swallowed as fresh tears poured down his face. "'F'course I do," he croaked. "I'm in love with him."

Jeremiah chuckled. It was low, cold, humourless. "I think I can help."

Flint sniffed and frowned slightly. "How?"

Jeremiah took another drink of his Butterbeer and leaned back in his chair, giving Flint a quick wink. "Don't you worry, Flint, I've got it taken care of."

Flint frowned. "What are you talking about?" he mumbled.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes. "You always were thick, Flint," he said with an air of superiority. He looked up and saw Flint's questioning gaze and sighed. "You want your boy toy back?" Flint nodded slowly. "Well, I'm going to help you."

"How?" Flint said, blinking fast as Jeremiah swam before him.

"By getting him to break up with Blaine," Jeremiah said simply, catching the eye of the young, curvy barmaid and holding up to fingers and winking. She blushed and ducked her head as she went to fetch him the drinks.

"Why?" Flint said, the conversation moving sluggishly through his brain.

"Because," Jeremiah said, sounding impatient again. "That little prick ruined my life."

"Kurt?"

Jeremiah stared at him far a moment before rubbing his eyes in a tired sort of way and saying, "No, Blaine, you idiot."