Their Tale (Sanders Sides x Harry Potter) (DISCONTINUED!)

Chapter 26; How do you guys deal with this story?-

You must be desperate for fanfictions if you're reading this one-
There's no form of time being used at all, the writing is the worst, the story line is unplanned, the updates are so unexpected and messed up due to there being no schedule, and it's just overall terrible-

Just to clear it up, last chapter took place on Sunday the fifteenth but at 6pm right after dinner, where nobody would suspect the two being out because one is a prefect. Now, this chapter is Monday the sixteenth (I literally used a calendar to find out what day of the week it would be-)

Also, half of this is just dialogue.

Roman glanced at the Slytherin table - definitely not hoping to stare at Virgil - when he saw his boyfriend talking to someone. He smiled. He knew Virgil was introverted, but he did think that the emo needed someone to talk to. Roman then looked at who the person was and they seemed to fit Emile's description of a Remy. Meh, it could just be someone else. He shrugged it off. Speaking of Emile, he glanced to the Hufflepuff table and saw Emile and Patton speaking. They seemed cheerful, which brightened Roman's mood. Yeah, and Roman's cheesy, but what did you expect?

Unfortunately, it was a Monday. Roman groaned to himself.

"Why does it have to be Mondayyy." He complained, dramatically.

"First lesson is with the Slytherins, so you can go next to the guy you continuously pine about." Ron rolled his eyes.

Harry perked up at the mention of Slytherin. That's queer. And gay.

"I don't pine." Roman protested, turning red.

"You do. You're a hopeless romantic, Roman." Harry deadpanned.

"Touché." Roman mumbled.

Ron and Harry glanced at each other, glad that Roman was at least somewhat back to normal. They'd been really concerned recently, while Hermione told them that drama at this point was normal - she was worried, too, but she just didn't show her caring for anyone, which is why she always argued with Ron.

"Just don't mess around, you still need to pay attention." Hermione stated.

"Blah blah blah." Roman mimicked. His eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly smiled again.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"N- nothing don't worry!" Roman grinned.

Hermione looked sceptically at him but dropped it. Ron opened his mouth to speak but stopped. Roman sighed in relief.

"Come on, lets just go to Potions." Roman stated.

"Thank goodness we have a free period." Ron smirked at Harry.

-TiMe SkIp-

"Hello, My chemically imbalanced romance!" Roman caught up to his boyfriend.

"Seriously?" Virgil rolled his eyes at the nickname.

Roman grinned.

"Also, Ro, you're going to fail if you stare at me during every class we have together." The Slytherin added.

Roman spluttered, blushing profusely.

"I do not stare during every class!" He protested.

Virgil raised his eyebrows in a, oh, really? way.

Roman rolled his eyes, still red.

"You're so cute!" Patton squealed from beside them. "Are you finally together?" He teased.

"No," Virgil had a faint blush on his pale cheeks.

Patton pouted.

"If they don't like each other, they don't need to get together." Emile added.

"But they do like each other. It's obvious." Remy deadpanned.

"Where are all of you coming from?-" Virgil questioned.

"I have no idea." Roman mumbled.

"Ignoring that, Who is pretending to be Remy?"

Everyone turned to Virgil, confused.

"He always has Starbucks, this is an imposter." He explained.

"I don't always have Starbucks." Remy protested.

"You literally woke me up once in the middle of the night because you wanted Starbucks."

"Touché."

"Wait, what!?!" Roman exclaimed. "Explain, please."

"The only explanation is Remy is a Slytherin who is shagging Starbucks." Virgil shrugged.

"Actually, Hun, I don't shag Starbucks." Remy rolled his eyes.

"Hun...?" Patton asked.

"He calls everyone nicknames like Hun and Babes, it's nothing more." Virgil explained. "We all know his true lover is Emile."

Emile smirked at Remy, "is that do? I wasn't aware we were together."

"Emile, we get it, you're a Hufflepuff topping a Slytherin. But get a room." Roman facepalmed.

"What's topping?" Patton asked.

Remy cracked up, "his innocence! But seriously, since when was Emile here a top?"

"He might seem innocent, but he makes dirty jokes like there's no tomorrow." Roman looked mortified.

"Yeah, Sorry Roman." Emile rubbed the back of his neck apologetically.

"I need backstory." Remy sipped his tea - AGAIN, WHERE THE FRICK DID THIS COME FROM!?!

"If you ever actually ask out Emile, you'll know." Roman refused to say more.

"Wait, you two were together?" Virgil questioned.

"Just in Fourth Year. You jealous?" Roman winked.

"You wish, Princey. No offence, but Theatre isn't my type." Virgil shook his head.

"We all know that's a lie." Patton teased.

"That he wishes I was, that I don't mean to offend him or the part where I said he isn't my type-" Virgil asked.

"All."