Veela

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Adrian and Lazarus sit in Lazarus' room together wrapping presents, which means that Lazarus is wrapping presents and Adrian is there for moral support. It's not that Adrian doesn't want to help, he just can't, he is absolutely terrible at it so Lazarus takes over.

Since Adrian is moral support he gets to choose the music which is a weird mix of rock and violin. One minute Adrian is screaming the words to a song and jumping on Lazarus' bed the next he is sitting calmly commenting on the excellence of the usually classical piece. Lazarus finds this extremely amusing.

Once the only presents left to wrap are the ones that they are giving each other Lazarus lays down on the floor as is sitting there moving his arms slightly exhausted him, a slacker Adrian thinks. 

"You want a sandwich?" Lazarus spins suddenly so his head in in Adrian's lap which makes him jump a little. Lazarus has very nice eyes Adrian observes. He has bright blue eyes, almost white like the rest of him, but his pupils are naturally large all the time almost completely covering his iris'. 

Times like this Adrian relises why all the men ask him out and offer him drinks. Lazarus truly is attractive, unnaturally so, like he charmed himself to be that way. Lazarus has assured Adrian that he is not charmed he was just born that way, he got it from his mother, he says. 

"Are you sure you're not charmed to look the way you do. I'm sure there is a spell for that there is a spell for everything." Adrian touches Lazarus' ears absentmindedly while staring into his eyes. 

"I'm pretty sure because that spell would be pretty hard and I'm not that good at charms. Also there's not a spell for everything." Lazarus drags out the everything nudging Adrian's hands to keep massaging his ear lobes, not unlike a cat.

"Yeah? name something you can't use a spell for? Bet you can't." Adrian challenges. Adrian notices he is indeed massaging the other boy's ears and it is welcome so he puts some effort into it. Adrian has come to the conclusion that all of Lazarus' skin is soft and smooth, his face, his legs, arms, stomach, all of which Adrian has felt at some point in the last few years.

"I'm only in my fifth year at Hogwarts, I can't answer all your questions you know." Lazarus closes his eyes but still does a little smirk. Lazarus' lips, pale and smooth, Adrian sometimes wonders what it would be like to touch them, would they be like the rest of his skin? But alas that would probably be stepping over a boundary, friends don't touch each others lips. Adrian would never do it with his other friends from school like Lucas and Charlie.

"Try, I bet you're actually a giant nerd who is just retaining information from me." Adrian chuckles moving his hands to play with Lazarus' chalk white hair.

"Rude, I am no such thing, and why would I retain information from you?" Lazarus opens his eyes again slightly before closing them. He looks as if he could fall asleep and he probably could. 

"Because you hate me." Adrian states making Lazarus jolt up bumping their heads. Instant pain strikes their heads making them grasp their own heads and do the hiss this people do when they are in pain.

"I was going to say I don't hate you but now I do hate you. You have caused me pain, I can never forgive you." Lazarus laughs through the pain in his head. standing up then offering Adrian a hand. "Food?"

Adrian nods, conveying his answer and follows Lazarus down stairs to his kitchen. Everything that happens between them is completely platonic, Lazarus has had boyfriends before so Adrian knows (because of the letters that are exchanged) what boyfriends do, they kiss and cuddle. Lazarus and Adrian never kiss so therefore what they do is platonic. 

Adrian hasn't had much relationship experience, maybe people just don't like him, he thinks. He's never felt anything for people really, except the main singer in one of his favourite bands, she is so cool with her coloured hair, but that's besides the point. The point is that people don't like Adrian and Adrian doesn't like people. 

Well mostly, Adrian has never been the best at deciphering his feelings, but he is mostly sure. 

"Oi. Eat." Lazarus thrusts a nutella sandwich at Adrian who takes it and eats. Lazarus guides him outside to watch Daria, who has always been more athletically inclined, practice flying a broom in the backyard.

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Heya this chapter has been completely changed what up. Thanks for the support on the last part, keep reading because I actually know how to use a computer now!