Rough Love - Luka Watson

The beginning

     "I swear to God, Luka! If you're the reason every Ravenclaw in this school goes down with Umbridge, I just might riot." The dark eyes of one Emma Lupin-Black were on fire. The deep brown accented a hazle gold as she grew more upset. 
"Oh, please, Emma, you'd give anything to riot against the lump that runs this school!" Whereas Luka Watson wasn't lying when he said this, he did leave out the fact that he'd give even more.  What happens when you put the mischievous soul that is a product of two marauders together with Luka Watson, is nothing good. 
    Emma, however sweet, was a year younger than Luka. Luka met the bubbly girl by a chance of fate in their 3rd year. She had decided that Luka watson was her one true love, and that she would have no one other than the bad boy himself. Due to this she set out of the quest to find him, befriend him, and then confess her aforementioned 'love'. He had, obviously, turned down the girl telling the simple truth of "Sorry, sweetheart, but I don't exactly swing for that team." It was a simple, but ultimately true, statement. One that had led to them becoming close friends. Through their friendship her obsession with the boy receded greatly, and as a result she met one Enjorlas Broduer. 
   Now we get to how our two love birds met. Enjorlas Broduer and his brother Harry lived with their papa, Enoch. Their father passed when they were young. Harry befriended the second youngest Weasley boy, Ronald, in their first year. Now, Luka didn't have any family, his parents both having abandoned him at the tender age of seven. Due to this he lived with the Lupin-Blacks, whom through him and Emma met the Broduer brothers. When the brothers brought their friends, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley, to the Lupin-Black home oneday, it sparked something in Luka. 
    Ron Wealsey was a simple fellow. His family wasn't rich, but they weren't poor either. They lived nicely in a smooth walled brick home. It was on a visit away from this home that his world changed. He was on a visit with Harry, who brought Enjorlas, to the Lupin-Black home. At said home he met one gorgeous young man named Luka Watson. 
     Since that day Ron hadn't been able to erase Luka from his thoughts. He peppered Harry with thousands of questions about the mysterious bad boy. In doing so he discovered that he was a Ravenclaw, and best friends with Harry and Enjorlas' cousin, Emma. Ron had met Emma before, through Enjorlas, and now that he thought about it further, there always had been a small shadow of a boy following around the bubbly duo. 
     Within the bounds of the Ravenclaw tower, it was a miracle to anyone and everyone that Luka Watson  was still such close friends with Enjorlas Broduer. Before Enjorlas met the small, bubbly, black girl he had been somewhat of a special figure in Luka' life. The two would wander into the common room with shirts untucked and bruised necks. Stumbling trips were made up to the dorms and in a frenzy, the couple never seemed to notice their abundance of onlookers. Enjorlas Brduer was notoriously beautiful, with caramel skin and a mix of both his father's hair, eyes trailed him wherever he went. With Luka by his side his beauty was enhanced. 
The small italian boy was far more gorgeous than Enjorlas. Olive skin with deep hazel eyes, black curls framing his face.  Good genes, he supposed. From what he'd been told John and Elvira Watson were stunning. He wouldn't know, the memory of the two was pushed deep into his subconscious and any photos had been burnt. 
     The frenzy and fire of what waasn't quite love, but was far from meaningless sex, had died down and the boys had moved on to greater things. At least, one of them had. Luka Watson didn't think there was anything greater in his future than Enjorlas Brodeur. The boy had been his first love, his first kiss, and his first time. Enjorlas had been his first everything, and Luka had a burning in his chest that said he'd probably be his last too. But for Emma Lupin-Black he'd push his feelings down. No- that was a lie. He didn't push them down for Emma, he pushed them down to see the smile Emma brought to Enjorlas' face. He didn't know how else to cope with it. The other boy had clearly moved on, and there was a spark in his eyes that had never been there when he was with Luka. 
    Now, it was Luka's turn. If only he knew that there was a ginger haired boy gazing at him from across the hall who got a pain in his heart everytime the boy frowned. Even if neither boy knew why yet.