Spellbound ~ clemmings (hogwarts au) {semi hiatus}

~ chapter ten ~

Michael sleeps through most of Sunday, staying curled in bed wallowing in his own sadness and slight stench of 'hormonal boy'. Calum's efforts to rouse him and have him come outside are useless and he leaves his friend alone.

At around quarter past three Michael heaves himself out of bed and into the showers to clean himself.

Its quiet in the hallways and there aren't too many people hanging around, the sunny autumn day drawing students out on to the grounds. Michael wanders the castle, no destination in mind, just letting his thoughts roam, never stopping on anything specific for too long.

After passing the entrance to the library four times Michael sighs and enters, walking aimlessly through shelves stacked high with books of all kinds. He kind of likes the library, its always rather peaceful, and he can find a book on anything his heart desires. He's near the back of the library, close to the entrance to the restricted section, when he hears voices – very muffled voices – whispering. Choosing to remain unnoticed, Michael peers through a gap on the books and sees a distinct head of black hair, with brown skinned hands flying every which way. He would recognize Calum from a mile away, however he is unable to make out any distinguishable features of the other boy whom his friend is talking to.

He watches as the two boys sit and whisper to each other, but Michael can see a tension in Cal's shoulders, like he doesn't want to be in such a close proximity to the other person, he can see his friends jaw clench every now and then when the other voice whispers words Michael cant make out in a voice that he – very frustratingly – cant distinguish at all.

The conversation finishes quite abruptly, with the other person saying something short and sharp, and then there are footsteps coming from the other side of the table and the two seated boys move apart and Michael sees Luke Hemmings standing on the other side of the table.

"Luke!" the other boy stands up, his chair scraping against the floor in his haste, "I.. Uh.. I thought you were still in bed?"

Ashton bloody Irwin moves away from the table and looks at his friend in a questioning way, head tilted slightly to the side, lips pursed. Michael is surprised knowing that the Gryffindor was the one leant in close to his friend, whispering like teenage girls gossiping in the hallway or the back of class.

"I decided to do homework so I thought id come here and join you, but obviously you're preoccupied..." the blonde turns on his heel, wobbles slightly but manages to regain his balance, then walks back the way he came, book bag slung over his left shoulder.

"Wait! Luke!" the Gryffindor runs after his friend, leaving Calum alone, without a second glance his way.

Michael stays in his spot, watching as calum sits for a few moments before standing. The raven-haired boy rounds the corner before Michael has even had a chance to at least pick up a book to try and look like he wasn't snooping.

"Mike, uh, hey" the boys brown eyes are wide and he glances around, its suspicious.

"Hey" he tries to sound casual, like he wasn't dying to ask why calum had been talking to the friend of his enemy. Michael mentally shudders when his brain has the audacity to remind him that Hemmings wasn't an enemy, because you don't suck your enemy's dick.

"How long you been out of bed for? I tried waking you just before lunch but you slapped me in the balls man, fuck you" calum slings his arm around the only-just-taller boys shoulders and they walk towards the front of the library.

"Sorry man, you know how I get in the mornings" he offers a sympathetic smile towards his friend, "and I got up just over an hour ago"

The two friends head out to the grounds near the lake, the sun beating down on them both, Michael demanding they find shade before he burns to a crisp. Calum sighs but follows his friend, moaning about having 'white' friends, to which Michael just tells him to fuck off.