Welcome to Hogwarts(Boyxboy)

Chapter 27

Cole paused at the end of the seventh floor corridor, glancing back at the portrait of the Fat Lady and chewing on the inside of his cheek. He wondered if maybe he should go back and talk to Wilson, to apologize for what he'd done rather than him hearing it all through Thad.

It was only fair. He didn't want Wilson to be upset at Thad.

Wavering on the edge of the decision, he dithered on the spot for a full two minutes before finally turning around and walking back towards the portrait hole.

"Did you forget something, dear?" the Fat Lady said with a quizzical look.

"Sort of," Cole said, "Sugar quills."

She smiled and swung forward to allow him to clamber in into the common room, humming randomly as he crossed the empty room, glad that Derricks wasn't there to leer at him. He was just...creepy. He shuddered a little at the thought of what he'd done as he climbed the spiral staircase. He'd had nightmares for a week about it.

He walked down the hall towards the seventh year boys' dorms, heart sinking when he saw the door was closed. Thad was probably being...intimate with Wilson. He had a faint twinge of jealousy but no longer the anger and distaste he'd felt before when he'd thought of them together.

Sighing, he turned, thinking he'd come back later after lunch.

A flash of light bled across the floor from under the crack in the door and he froze, frowning. He approached the door slowly, pressing his ear tentatively to it.

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

He scrunched up his face in confusion and carefully tried the handle. Locked.

Normally he'd assume that it was just Thad and Wilson spending time alone together but why on earth would they be using magic? Something didn't seem right, a faint twinge in his gut like apprehension or...fear.

He pulled out his wand and tapped the keyhole. "Alohomora," he said softly. The lock clicked and he slowly pushed the door open, peeking around the corner.

At first he thought the room was empty but then he heard a faint...grunting, maybe...mingled with short whimpers. His eyes fell on Wilson. Slumped against the wall. A smear of blood trailing down the paneling to his head.

He clapped a hand to his mouth.

Thad. Thad was in here somewhere too. Terror rose in his throat and he burst fully into the room, screaming when he saw Thad bound and gagged, pushed facedown into one of the beds, with Derricks working at undoing his belt, his own slacks hanging open in the front.

Thad struggled feebly against him, whimpering and crying, eyes fixed on Wilson's still form.

"What are you doing?" Cole shouted.

Thad's eyes flicked to him, widening in disbelief as he started screaming against his gag.

Derricks' head snapped around and he sneered, whipping his wand around with the hand that hadn't just slipped down the front of Thad's slacks. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted.

Cole's wand flew out of his hand and across the room. He stared at Derricks, who caught his wand and laughed harshly before returning to unfastening Thad's uniform, his hand moving in Thad's slacks and his hips rubbing roughly against his thigh.

Something snapped inside him and the fear bubbling in his gut was replaced by a sudden rush of boiling hate and rage.

"NO!" he shouted, running forward and leaping at Derricks, knocking him off Thad as he punched, bit, and kicked at every inch of him he could reach. "Don't touch him!"