Your shorts are short and I like it

3: Dinner

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Dans pov

I frowned as the black haired boy stormed out of the room shortly after being so nice to me.

What did I do?

Did I say something wrong?

Oh, god, he's probably gone to Professor Sprout to demand a change in the rooms.

He hates me, it's official.

Just as I thought that, the door blasted off of its hinges (literally) and flopped onto the floor, mimicking Dan and the way he just lies on the middle of the floor, questioning everything like he was doing a short period of time ago.

He saw Phil's body emerge from the dust particles that blew around the entrance of the room from the door being forcefully ripped away from the wall.

Dan heard him mutter "fuck" as he stepped into the room, edging around the fallen door to pick it up and rest it against the wall next to the entrance.

He then jogged over to his black trunk at the bottom of his bed and searched through it to find a book, he then pulled out a copy of "advanced magic charms for sixth years".

Dan had read that (and many other versions of it) book so he thought quickly about the fixing charm.

He lifted his wand from out of his backpack and lifted the Hazel wood with a Phoenix feather core 12 ½" wand towards the damaged entrance.

"Reparo" he said, his voice becoming clear and confident.

Phil watched from the other side of the room in amazement as the small boy fixed the problem. Phil didn't think he would be able to perform it properly, let alone speak with such confidence.

He stood, transfixed by the masterpiece. Said angel turned around to see the dark haired boy staring at him in awe.

Dan stepped forward.

Phil stepped forward.

They continued stepping forward until Phil could count all of Dans freckles and Dan observe his pale blue eyes with flecks of moss green and sparkling gold.

Before either could do anything else apart from admire one another, the door slammed open (thankfully not ripping itself from its hinges like last time) and a brown haired, tall boy with a slight beard and a pale Irish boy with green hair walked into the room screaming about dinner being ready while holding hands.

Phil immediately jumped back from the smaller boy like he had cast the crutiatus curse on him.

He grumbled about "stupid angel boys" while grabbing his black Panic! At The Disco shirt and throwing it over his muscular body, much to Dan's relief and dissatisfaction.

Oh, what he would do to be able to taste those abs.

Shaking off the dirty and random thoughts, Dan made his way to the Gr8 Hall, following (and albeit stumbling quite a lot) after Phil.

Dan sat at the table, little name placards scattered around for the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth years to sit at.

After sitting down at his designated seat, he looked to his left and saw "Philip Micheal Lester" on the card.

This is gonna be a long night.

Soon enough, Phil soon walked into the room, taking his wand, tapping the parchment and said his name.

The card promptly burst into flames and all that was left in the spot was a whistle.

Phil smirked at his black whistle and then turned to Dan. He gestured towards the younger boy's card. Dan followed what Phil had previously done and he received a pale pink whistle.

"Rape whistle" Phil's husky voice explained, "they give them out to all of the fifth and sixth years, the others they give a panic button that makes them invisible for 30 minuets, giving them time to get to safety and get to a member of staff."

Dan smiled at that, coming from a half blood family (his father a wizard, his mother a muggle and he a product of rape) that had a bad past with it.

At least nothing like what had happened to his mother would happen to the people here.

Partway through the dinner, just when desert was about to be placed onto the tables, Phil's hand found its way onto Dan's upper thigh.

All throughout Dan serving himself chocolate cake and ice cream, Phil's hand got higher and higher.

Phil's hand made contact with Dan's very hard member, so Dan shoved his ice cream into his face, a quiet moaning mess because of Phil's slow,tortuous strokes.

Just as Dan had served himself another serving of ice cream, Phil's hand went as fast as it could go without anyone suspecting anything, Dan sounding like an A class whore while he moaned quietly.

Just as Dan was about to burst, Phil took his hand off of the other boy and resumed to eating his buttered popcorn flavoured dairy free ice cream.

When he thought about it, it was very funny that this particular type of ice cream was placed in front of him, almost as if the house elves had remembered from previous years of the same mistake and took a new way to let the lad enjoy ice cream.

Phil continued to ignore his roommate for the rest of the night, only paying the fine specimen attention when it came to the end of the day.

Daniel was so tired he didn't even bother getting changed in the bathroom, he just turned his back and stripped himself of his clothes, the only garment left being his lacy red underwear.

He could feel Phil's eyes raking over Dan's plump ass, taking in the roundness of it and trying to memorise it for later if he needed to "loosen up".

Phil climbed into his bed, only wearing his black Calvin's.

He closed his eyes and tried not the think about the nearly naked angel lying 20 steps away.