Enfant Terrible [Oliver]

[Danny Bailey]

Evan Daniel Bailey was sat on the pitch, arms wrapped around his knees as he stared off into the distance. It was past curfew, maybe half past ten, but he couldn't be bothered going inside just yet. Harriet had left him behind an hour or so ago, after updating him on the Oliver 'situation'. Apparently the brunette hadn't even batted an eyelash at her attempts to flirt with him, which either meant that he was way less straight than he wanted to be, or Harriets charms somehow eluded him.

The blonde wasn't sure which it was, and whether or not he wanted to know. He still wanted to snog the hell out of the Ravenclaw, but that had to be it. It couldn't be more. For one, his father would disapprove of his dating a boy, he always gave off on them whenever he was drunk, and having his son as a queer would definitely be one more reason to hurt him.

And then there was the fact that it would inevitably lead to hurt, and anger, and tears and sadness, and he could do without that. He had enough issues as it was, and he shouldn't want to add another boys misery to his own. But he wanted to help him, despite knowing that it was pointless. He didn't just want to snog him, he wanted to make the boy eat and have him smile at him.

Throwing himself back onto the pitch, he let out a frustrated yell, smacking his fists down onto the ground and staring up at the stars. If only he could get those feelings to disappear, then he'd move on with his life and be happy again.

[Oliver Pace]

Oliver disliked the ground. He didn't like the way it seemed to be shaking when he moved, or the way it span horribly with every other step he took. But most of all, he didn't like how hard it was, how much it hurt when it unfairly decided to make him trip up. For the fifth time that night, the Ravenclaw's scrawny body hit the floor, though this time landing on the soft grass rather than the harsh, rocky pathway. The brunette giggled quietly, not much louder than a whisper, to himself at the delight of having a soft landing, and pushed himself back to his feet. He then ambled off, seemingly incredibly happy that he'd escaped this fall unscathed. Apparently, his inhebriated state meant that he either didn't notice or didn't care that he was half-coated in mud.

But pig-filthy or otherwise, at least he was happy. Moreso than he'd been in a long while, especially after he'd met Danny. The wretched blonde had stuck himself in Oliver's mind, and was messing with the several layers of mental barriers he'd built himself. His mind apparently turned against his body -his chain smoking had kicked itself up a notch, his already minimalistic eating habits were fluctuating even more again, the hours of sleep he got were sharply reduced... Worse than all this, he couldn't stop thinking. Dreams, ideas, images of the Hufflepuff, thoughts that he really, simply, couldn't be having. They were wrong. It wasn't fair, the brunette told himself grouchily. He didn't go and screw with the other boy's head, what right did he have to be in his own?

The thoughts of the unspeakable blonde was starting to drive him insane - He hated himself for having them, but he couldn't stop them from invading. So he took the one release he could see. He drank until he forgot his own name. He had no idea how he made it out of his dorms, let alone onto the grounds, yet here he was, stumbling across the quidditch pitch as if his legs were repeatedly giving in. His feet hit something again, and once more, he tumbled to the floor. Rolling onto his back, Oliver ran his hands down his face, leaving muddy streaks behind, as his body racked with silent giggles. He may have hated the ground, but he loved being happy, even if it had to be done atrificially.

[Danny Bailey]

The blonde heard someone approaching, and for a moment he debated getting up and simply getting out of this place. The last thing he wanted was for someone to find him in this state. What if he'd make his old mistakes again? Went ahead and snogged someone just to forget Oliver? It didn't feel fair, neither to himself or to the small Ravenclaw that he couldn't help liking so much. It wasn't fair for the boy to be fucking with his head as much.

Whoever was approaching seemed drunk enough to avoid him, however, and Danny just stayed quiet, hands behind his head as he stared up at the stars. When he was lying here, watching them, he could feel peaceful at times. Maybe he ought to try this more often, instead of forgetting his sorrows by finding the next cute boy or girl around the corner. Contemplating this, he failed to see that the drunk boy was in fact none other than Oliver Pace, and also that the brunette was dangerously close to tripping over him.

In fact, the first thing he noticed about it was when the Ravenclaw tripped over him, landing half on top of him, face first in the mud. He made a loud "oomph" sound, though the boys silent giggles were enough to make him feel heady with desire again. He hadn't ever seen him this happy, and he wanted to see more of it, a thought his body concurred with. In fact, it was his body that moved without permission, hand slipping to Olivers hip to pull him up gently, the other on his shoulder until he'd arranged him properly. Only when he looked up into those eyes did he realise that the very attractive brunette was now straddling him, and it made him flush.

[Oliver Pace]

That sound was enough to make the boy's happy face slide away, replaced by one of a childish fascination. The ground had made a noise! No matter how hard one hit it, the floor had never made a discomforted sound before now. This was a shock to Oliver, and it both amazed and amused him. He wasn't laughing this time, though he was grinning brightly as he thumped the floor in front of him, trying to provoke the same reaction again. It was only when he felt himself being moved, pulled gently from the muddy terrain and rearranged to the unknown entity's liking, that he realised that he had to be dealing with something more like a human being.

The dark-haired boy's fascinated look returned, and found itself falling on the same terrible, beautiful blonde who'd got him in to this mess in the first place. No negative feeling was aroused by the sight of him – indeed, it took Oliver a good ten minutes of flat-out staring to even recognise it as Danny, and even then, he was far too far gone to remember any of that. He grinned at him brightly, he liked this man, and that was all his mind would let him know right now. Slowly, his attention moved to the fact that there was a hand on his waist, and some hips between his leg. He liked this, too, and inspected the situation with a curious face for a few minutes before looking back up at the Hufflepuff and waving his greeting to him, feeling intensely happy for himself. This boy... He'd been in his head since the day he met him, and was (though sober, he'd never admit it, not even to himself) the object of his affections, and now he was here, and touching him, and it felt like the entire world was brilliant at this moment.

Danny was here in front of him, or rather, under him, and he was a damn sight prettier than the fragile brunette had remembered him. The other didn't look too happy, but the taller one was in no state to be able to recognise this. How could he, when he could barely control his actions? His limbs were moving without even giving him time to thing about it, let alone give them permission. A prime example of this was how Oliver's hands ended up on the blonde's chest. One moment, he'd thought of how the smaller boy looked like he'd be nice to touch, the next, he was running his fingers up and down his chest, wide eyes watching his hands as he did so. Those green eyes rose to fix themselves on Danny's pretty features, and almost instantly, the brunette felt the need to get closer to the man. Sliding his hands back up and on to the grass either side of the blonde's head, he leant over the boy, and bit his lip as he watched him. It was amazing to him, how someone could be so wonderfully gorgeous, how he felt so much happier, just because Danny was around... How much he wanted to do something incredibly silly and rash, and feel those lips on his.

[Danny Bailey]

Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Danny honestly wasn't sure how long he'd watched him, seeing the emotions on his face shift from surprise to utter happiness he could only long to be because of him. His hands were motionless on him, not wanting to alert the brunette to the fact that he was touching him, that was, until Oliver bent over and hovered his lips just inches from his own. That made him swallow, a weak sound spilling past his lips without his consent, and he bit down at his bottom lip, feeling weak and confused.

Eyelashes fluttered down to cover his grayblue eyes for a moment, and a faint blush traced his cheeks as he shifted just an inch or two, the selfish desire to feel more of him getting stronger with every breath that passed between them. He could literally feel the others warm breath tickling his cheek, the smell of alcohol strong enough that it should warn him, should terrify him, but it did neither.

Oh sure, he knew that the brunette would probably not remember a single thing in the morning, but for once, it wasn't something that he wanted to shy away from. He didn't want to be the responsible one and take care of another drunk person, he didn't even want to get away from him because he might end up getting hurt.

He was in far deeper than he wanted to be, and it felt incredibly satisfying.

"Hi" He breathed it out weakly, fingertips itching to slide over the others pale skin, knowing that they were so close to reaching their target. It was just a few inches to the hem of his shirt, and it would be so easy to lift it up and slide his hand underneath, feel his warmth. Danny didn't move, however. He was trying, really trying, to be good for once.

[Oliver Pace]

Oh, wow. Danny. Danny Bailey was gorgeous. Eyes closed and blushing, he just looked so beautiful, a little fragile, but that just added to everything. It wasn't just the way he looked, either. The boy even smelled amazing, his touch (which Oliver could feel, just about, even through his clothes) was already intoxicating, and his words. They weren't much, but something about the sound of his voice, the way he said it, it made his heart skip in a strange way. Eyes fixed on the other lips, he grinned brighter at the other boy and mouthed the word back to him, before biting down on his own lip, watching him carefully.

The urge to kiss the Hufflepuff was getting harder and harder to resist. Oliver knew, deep in his heart, that he couldn't. He'd either regret it tomorrow, or forget about it completely, either of which would not be the ideal situation for a first kiss. Then again, the brunette also knew that there was no real way he could have a first kiss without regretting it. His intoxicated self admitted what Sober Oliver never would - He wasn't straight, but he didn't want to be gay. If he kissed a girl, it wouldn't be right because he wouldn't truly want it. If he kissed a boy, it'd just be wrong in his own mind and he would beat himself up about it.

Slowly, though, he was giving in. Why not? If he'd be annoyed with himself no matter what he did, why not kiss this stunning blonde? Oliver knew he wanted to, he couldn't even deny it, not even when he had his senses about him. Drunk, he was even more susceptible to this. Something in his mind finally clicked, the words "fuck it." slipped out of his mouth, and he pressed his lips against Danny's.

[Danny Bailey]

He didn't even have time to be surprised over the fact that Oliver was speaking, because finally, finally, those soft lips were on his. Danny made another sound, one that was meant to be protesting but came out as a rather happy one instead. He didn't want to make his same old mistakes, didn't want to be kissing someone just to forget, but his mind told him that this was different. That he'd want to remember this one.

Their kiss started out slowly, almost tenderly. It was a tiny bit awkward, noses bumping, lips meeting a couple of times before they were satisfied with the feeling it brought about in them. Danny knew how to kiss, but there was nothing like a first kiss with someone like Oli. Someone who, he sensed, hadn't really done this all too often. It made him strangely insecure, and at the same time it intrigued him and turned him on.

The moment he realised he was getting hard, he brought his hands up under Olivers shirt, pulling him down against him while his mouth pressed hungrily against the brunettes lips. He tugged at the others bottom lip, sucking it inbetween his teeth for a moment to nibble on it, before letting his tongue delve deep into unknown territory, tangling it eagerly with the taller boys.

Danny was losing his breath, worse, losing his mind, and he couldn't care. He was being snogged out on the Quidditch pitch in the middle of the night, where anyone could find them, and he couldn't even be bothered by it. All he craved was more of this. More of those ever so careful hands, more of that hot and wet mouth that was covering his. He wanted to feel, wanted to push his hands in the others trousers, pull him closer, until nothing, not even fate itself, could separate them.

[Oliver Pace]

Oliver hadn't known anything could feel this good. He hadn't known Danny could taste and feel so damn good, either. He hadn't thought, hadn't even considered what he'd do after their kiss – he hadn't expected it to get this deep, but he was definitely glad it had. As the blonde pulled him down, he gave a low moan, liking the feel of the other's hands on his skin, and his tongue in his mouth, and all those strange things that sounded like they should be disgusting to experience, but were the exact opposite when you actually did it. Shock had frozen the Ravenclaw for a few minutes at first, but eventually, he'd started kissing back, and his hands, shaking slightly, moved slowly up under the smaller one's shirt, touching whatever he could above the waist.

A lot was going on in the drunk boy's mind. The slightly sober part of him was literally kicking him for doing this, knowing that he was going to hate himself for it later. Then there was the rest, the part of him that felt extremely happy, the part that wanted to feel this more often. His senses were all alight with the sight of the blonde, the way he smelt, tasted, felt, and the sound of his breath. At the same time, the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. All this feeling was making him feel a little nauseous, but more than this, the brunette just wanted to hold Danny against him, and never let him go. This thought provoked another small, happy noise from him, and Oliver lifted the Hufflepuff up a little, enough to be able to wrap his arms around him, and held him close to his body, lips still firmly in contact. He'd rather die than break that kiss now.

[Danny Bailey]

Danny lifted his body to fit better against the other, feeling arms wrap around him like he was something precious, something to keep safe. He wasn't used to that, was only used to having hands crave him, slide underneath his shirt to map out his body until they found better places to go. He hadn't expected to feel the way he did right now, for him to want those hands to stay, for those touches to last, for everything to stay wickedly sinful and innocent all at the same time. It was a new feeling, one that overwhelmed him, and he barely had the brain left to think that he was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent screwed.

This hadn't been his plan. The plan had been to snog Oliver and move on. Not to end up liking him even more, not for him to want to be kissed like this again. Hell, he wasn't supposed to fall in love, and he had a feeling he had been teetering on the edge between like and love ever since the taller boy had kissed him. And yet he didn't want it to stop. He didn't want to face what came next, because nothing could be as good as what was happening right now.

He felt special. The thought made him freeze up for a moment, before he relaxed into the boys embrace, letting out a small, delighted sound. Danny Bailey had never felt special, not even the first time he'd been kissed. He'd felt wanted, sure, and some of the time he even felt like he was the most important person in someone's life, but it was always just for a moment or two. But the way Oliver kissed him, it made him feel like today would be different. That this time he wouldn't be tossed away as soon as this was over.

It made him feel like Evan.

[Oliver Pace]

Oliver Pace was having a thoroughly good time kissing Danny. More than that, really, he was blissfully unaware that anything other than this beautiful blonde existed. There were no problems, no other people, because the other just made it all fade away. The brunette never wanted to go back to caring about any of it, he wanted to stay here, forever, and keep this boy as his own for the rest of their lives. However, a rising feeling in his stomach told him he'd have to come back to reality sooner than he wanted. At first, he tried to swallow it back, but it got too strong to ignore. The Ravenclaw pushed himself away from Danny, and managed to get away from him and push himself to his knees before being violently sick on the floor in front of him. Several times.

By the time his body had stopped retching, his eyes were streaming and he was shaking like a leaf. Once again, he felt awful, but this time physically as well as mentally. God, he was such and idiot. He'd just came out, trampled all over Danny's evening, and had proceeded to promptly be sick on it too. Turning to look at the blonde, his bottom lip shook, ”I.. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry....I'm...” He whispered to him, though it was so quiet that he doubted the words even reached the other boy.

[Danny Bailey]

It was over just as suddenly as things had begun, and Danny blinked into the crisp September air for a moment, wondering what had happened. As the sounds of retching reached his ear though, he sighed deeply, pushing himself up to his knees and shuffling over to the brunette. He looked so small, shivering and throwing up like he did, and though he'd been in this situation too many times, he felt different this time. He actually wanted to help, instead of leaving the other with the mess he'd created.

"Oh sweetie..." It was said softly, a small hint of disapproval in his voice as he pushed the boys hair back, keeping it from his face as he went through the last few tremors. He looked terribly pale in the moon light, and Danny softly rubbed at his back, trying to soothe him so he'd stop shaking.

Pulling the boy away from the mess he'd made, he got his wand out from his jeans and gently folded Olivers hands into a little cup. "Here...drink a little." Whispering the Aguamenti charm, clean cool water filled the others hands, and he patiently waited for the boy to drink. Even though he was taller and more mature than Danny was, he felt like the responsible one now. He knew this. This was normal for him. He'd had to clean up his dads mess more than he cared to remember.

Except that his dad didn't usually apologize, whereas the brunette whispered that he was sorry. He was speaking again, and it made strange things happen to his brain. Danny was so lost in the sensation of hearing his voice that he barely even registered why the boy was apologizing. All he could think of was how good it felt to hear him speak, how great it had been to kiss him, and how much he wanted all of it to happen more often.

[Oliver Pace]

The brunette was frankly amazed by the way Danny was acting, and spent a good amount of time staring at him in astonishment, water slowly dripping out of his hands, wondering how on earth the boy had known what to do. He seemed so very unsurprised at this turn of events, and without any hesitance, as if he'd dealt with this sort of thing for a very long time, but that seemed ridiculous. The other didn't seem like a heavy drinker, and even if he was, he doubted he'd be aware of how to deal with this sort of thing. The pale boy's tired mind couldn't figure out a connection between these two things. Finally, Oliver drank the small amount of liquid remaining in his hand, just before that drained out too. Not once did he take his eyes off the shorter boy.

But as he stared, something in his mind started to click, and for some reason, he started to feel incredibly upset by something. He couldn't even begin to make sense of this feeling, probably because his state confused and distorted it beyond recognition. Heart sinking again, his stare slowly turned to a pout, which ended up directed at the floor again. ”I'm sorry...” He whispered again, this time pushing himself shakily up to his feet and stumbled away from the blonde a little bit. Oliver was, to the people who knew him, well known to run away from anything that caused him upset. Apparently, this applied regardless of whether he was drunk or not, and although he'd rather stay with Danny, he knew he needed to get away, if only he could stay stable enough to get away without falling over.

[Danny Bailey]

Danny bit his lip when the brunette stumbled off, looking small and dejected as he wrapped an arm around himself and looked at him. For a minute or so, he just stayed there, waiting for the taller male to leave, but when he didn't, he knew that he had nothing left to lose. "Please don't go..." It was quiet, even for a whisper, the fingers that reached out for Oliver nothing but careful. He slid his hand in the Ravenclaws one, brushing his thumb over the others knuckles. "Stay with me...please?"

The blonde wasn't quite sure why he was asking him this, he just knew that he didn't want this night to end. It was something from another world, the way he'd been treated, and he wanted for it to linger for just a while longer. For the two of them to sit together, talk maybe. They didn't even have to kiss again. He just...he just wanted this so badly he didn't know what to do if Oliver pulled away from him and decided to leave after all.

Swallowing, he looked up at the taller boy from where he was sat on the ground, knelt down in front of him as if he was begging him for a favor. His hand was still clinging to the brunettes one, his thumb brushing awkwardly over his skin as if he were trying to satisfy himself, trying to assure himself that this was real, that Oliver was real.

[Oliver Pace]

Oliver hadn't thought of where he was going to go once he stood up - He just knew he needed to go, to get away from here before he messed everything up even more. The problem was, when he stood up, he couldn't even remember where the exits were and definitely couldn't find his way out of the enclosed area. In the (rather long) moment's hesitation he took to get his bearings, Danny had grabbed his hand and was asking him not to leave. The Ravenclaw responded to his request with a look of utter confusion.

He had been so used to people not wanting to be anywhere near him, the idea that someone was asking him not to leave was nothing short of alien to him. Oliver stared at the small blonde while his mind processed the whole situation. Why on earth would he want him to stay? It didn't make sense to him at first, but eventually it registered to him – Danny had to like being around him. A smile spread across his face as his fingers curled around the other's, and he gripped them as tight as he could manage. Slowly, he sat himself down opposite the Hufflepuff and, still grinning, took his other hand. Damn this boy, making him feel so good, even when the whole situation would seem so wrong to him in the morning.

[Danny Bailey]

It felt like the longest moment of his life, that time it took Oliver to decide what he was going to do. When he finally sat down and took both of Evans hands in his, the blonde couldn't help smiling back at him, wishing that he had the courage to lean in and kiss him again. It would be so easy, just a few inches, but he didn't want to take advantage of him in his inebriated state. Oli had initiated their first kiss, and if he wanted something like that to happen again, he'd have to make the first move. Things would have been different if both boys had been sober, but right now he couldn't be sure that the brunette wouldn't severely regret this in the morning.

"You make me feel so safe" He whispered it, shifting a little so that he was closer to the taller boy, their hands pressed together, knees lightly brushing as they sat opposite one another. Part of him wanted nothing more than to lie down on the field with him, his head on Oli's chest, but it was a selfish desire that he had to ignore.

Squeezing the others hands softly, he couldn't help laughing softly at the situation, feeling so utterly content and relaxed that it amazed and humbled him. "I mean...You're drunk and I don't deal with that well, usually, but right now...I just...I don't want this to end, y'know? You're making me babble and I don't know why you have this big an effect on me, but it's great. I kinda love how you're making me feel."