Enfant Terrible [Oliver]

[Oliver Pace]

The brunette watched Danny with a quiet interest and a small smile as he spoke, just enjoying the sound of his voice. He was glad the blonde felt safe, because he didn't want him to leave. It was so nice to be able and sit and talk to him without being judged, or shy, or worried... It was equally as nice to know that the smaller boy wanted him around, because honestly, he hadn't felt wanted like that for a very long time.

As Danny finished speaking, his face grew in to a large grin, and he bit his lip in a slightly nervous way, squeezing the other's hands in return. "You're really cute." He spoke quietly, after watching the hufflepuff in silence for a little longer. He truly was adorable, with his babbling and the words he was actually saying, and Oliver seriously wouldn't have minded kissing him again. Whilst he contemplated this, he let his mind work and speak in autopilot. "I haven't been this happy in... since I've got here. Or this comfortable. I like listening to you..." So his sentences weren't making complete sense, and his voice had a strange accent to it, an odd and quite uncertain mixture of his former accent and the British one, but could anyone expect more? In truth, he was amazed that he could remember how to say anything in the first place. Grinning at Danny once more, his green eyes flickered over the other's pretty face, and he followed his impulses to lean forward and press a kiss to the Hufflepuff's cheek

[Danny Bailey]

Olivers voice was the most sexy thing he'd heard well, ever. The accent did some funny things to his brain, and the fact that the taller boy had decided to actually speak up rather than write his words down on another piece of paper was making him smile that beautiful, radiant smile he used to give his mother. Danny shivered a little as the brunette brushed lips over his cheek, returning the favor shyly as he squeezed the boys hand.

"I love your voice." He hadn't been this shy in years, and it was odd how comfortable it felt to be like this. To be himself and not worry about love or how he'd get hurt. Alcohol wasn't playing any tricks on him for once, and he allowed himself to forget that Oliver might not remember a single thing in the morning. He'd have to remember this. It was so important that he did. And he wanted to give him something, wanted the other to understand how special this was to him. "Could you...can you...My first name is Evan...no one ever calls me that anymore and I miss it."

It started happening again, that babbling thing, but he was hoping that this was one of the main things Oliver found cute about him, so he just went with it, letting his heart speak for once. "My mum used to, but she died. And my dad, he just calls me Danny. Daniel when he's drunk. So it's mostly Daniel." Except when the man was angry. Then he'd yell at him, calling him names, keeping him at a distance. He missed being Ev.

[Oliver Pace]

Oh man, did this boy want to be any more beautiful? Oliver thought his own cheeks would explode if they carried on like this for much longer. He couldn't help but return Danny's smiles with bright ones of his own. Reaching out slowly, he brushed his hand gently across the other's face and let the other's words sink in to his mind. "Evan, eh?" He repeated, a hint of a cheeky smile on his face as he gave him a curious look. "The name suits you, it's just as pretty as you are."

Apparently, drinking made Oliver talkative and a little bit flirtatious, but it was good to know that his sense of empathy was able to fight its way through these effects when it was called upon. As soon as the boy started talking about his father, his face fell deadly serious. The Ravenclaw held Danny's hand again, holding them tightly. "I'm sorry..." He muttered, staring in to the other's (beautiful) eyes. "For...For this I mean. The state I'm in. If you're not comfortable... I'll understand." He was trying to be understanding, at least. His current state wasn't too good for that sort of thing, but he didn't want the blonde to feel scared or anything like that.

[Danny Bailey]

It was better than he had imagined, hearing that name slipped from those lips. It made something tingle in his stomach, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to squeal, run up to Harriet and tell her all about him. But that would mean leaving this beautiful boy, ending this moment, and Danny couldn't do that. If it was a choice between staying here forever or moving on to the hopefully next beautiful moment, he'd gladly stay here for all eternity. Things could simply not get better than they were right now. He didn't even feel the urge to kiss him, or touch him, other than to make sure that the taller boy was still here. It wasn't about sex, for once in his life.

And Oliver was so understanding! It almost brought tears to his eyes but he blinked them back, shaking his head as he squeezed the others hand back just as tightly. "No, I'm fine. I'm better than fine, I'm perfect. This is..You are..I'm good." The blonde chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, before doing what his impulses told him and tackling the older male to the ground, putting his head on the boys chest with a satisfied little sound. "This is better though" He mumbled it contentedly, a flush on his cheeks as he placed one hand over Olivers heart, tracing a little design on his shirt absentmindedly.

[Oliver Pace]

Oliver chuckled lightly at the blonde's stumbling over his own words, and ever harder when he was pounced on. Almost instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Danny and smiled to himself as he stared up at the sky. It was so nice to be here, with the smaller boy's body apparantly fitting against his so well, it just felt right. With a sigh, the Ravenclaw started stroking the other's hair gently. "I won't hurt you...ever." He didn't know what made him say that, or why he'd thought it was appropriate at the time, but he was far too far gone to be able to explain what he'd said to the other boy.

Oliver watched Danny for a few minutes with a look of interest, before sighing gently. ”At least, I hope. I tend to hurt people all the time. I don't mean to, but...” He trailed off as he was overcome by an urge to kiss the smaller boy. Trying to hold this back, he turned his eyes back to the heavens, took a deep breath in, and exhaled again. ”Why do you have to be so stunning?” He asked, laughing a little as he spoke. ”It's not at all fair, you know. On anyone. Especially me, but everyone else... It's no surprise that everyone loves you. You're just so beautiful, it's almost unnatural...”

[Danny Bailey]

Danny giggled quietly as Oliver ranted about him being stunning, though in all honesty it wasn't quite so funny, if at all. Sure, he liked being called pretty or the variations Oli insisted on, but with most people they were just empty words. Making a face up to the sky, he pushed himself up enough to look at him in silence for a moment. "Do you want to sleep with me?" It made him flush as he realised this could be taken as a proposition and he ducked his head a little.

"Not...I mean...I wasn't offering or anything, but well, most people that call me gorgeous want to get me in bed and while I like you, I really want things to be different this time. So are they?" Or was he wasting his time on someone else that seemed to be a good guy, only to realise his own heart was fooling him. God, he hoped not.

"Im used to being hurt. But it'd be nice if you tried not to. I can only take so much, you know? And it's already so much. I don't think I can handle much more to be honest." He'd put his head back on Olivers chest as he finished speaking, sighing softly and hoping the other would be able to calm his nerves.

[Oliver Pace]

Oliver couldn't help but laugh. A lot. It wasn't the idea of sleeping with Evan, but rather that the blonde thought he'd do that. Him, of all people. Oliver, who was scared to death of liking anyone, girls or boys. Especially boys. As he started to calm down, he made a mental note to explain this to his Hufflepuff. Heaven knows he had a tendancy for screwing things up and upsetting people, and he wasn't about to let this beautiful thing think he was being insulted.

"No, I don't want to sleep with you." Oliver managed to squeeze out eventually, breathing deeply to stop himself from laughing again as he ran his hand through the blonde's hair. "I don't mean that in a bad way. It's just that... I wouldn't do that. Hell, I..." He stopped talking there, and decided to rethink what he was about to say. As drunk as he was, he had enough pride left in him to stop himself from admitting that he hadn't kissed anyone until... well, just now. In a feeble attempt to cover himself, he grinned brightly down at Danny. "I... I'm not like that. I just wouldn't. I hope things are different, especially for you. And I will try, but things tend to go wrong around me...

[Danny Bailey]

Oli didn't want to sleep with him? Was there something wrong with him? Did he smell bad or maybe, just maybe, the Ravenclaw didn't like him enough to take the risk? He was a whore after all and not everyone believed that he'd been safe. "Oh.." It was said quietly, a little dejectedly as he listened to the brunettes explanation. So he didn't want to sleep with anyone? That was...a little strange, truth be told. "You...took a vow or something?" Danny frowned, trying to understand exactly what Oliver meant and how that would influence their..relationship, for lack of a better term.

To be quite honest, Danny wasn't sure if he could handle a sex-less affair. Granted, it sounded absolutely perfect now, but what if he needed more closeness as time went on? What if his dad hit him and he wanted to forget instead of talking to someone? He wasn't sure if he could handle being with Oli without being with him, and yes, he was getting way ahead of things.

"Will you still like me in the morning? When you're sober?" The blonde Hufflepuff wasn't sure what made him ask that particular question, only knew that the answer to it was vital for whatever future they might or might not have.

[Oliver Pace]

Danny was lucky that the Ravenclaw was drunk enough to consider answering these questions. He was even far enough gone to find them slightly amusing, which was discovered when he started giggling at the blonde's suggestion of an oath. "Well, I guess you could say that. But not really." Oliver ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, wondering where to go from here. He knew better than to try and tackle this specific topic while he was so very inhebriated. Eventually, it was decided that blunt honesty would be the best course of action. "I can't really go in to it right now... not like this. It'd be a mess. But it's not that I'll never consider it. I just need to, like... deal with some things first."

And that blunt honesty continued in the taller boy's answer to Danny's second question, though he took this one more seriously. Propping himself up slightly with his elbows, he fixed the beautiful blonde with the most sincere look he could manage in this state. "I'll still like you. I can guarantee that." He said softly, with a small grin before he continued "But, if I know me, and... well, hah, I probably do, right? I'll probably do anything to convince both of us that I don't because... Because my head hates me and doesn't like me being happy. But I will still like you. I've liked you for a while. Just remember that, okay?" With that, Oliver shifted all of his weight on to one elbow and used the free hand to stroke the other's cheek gently. In all honesty, part of him hoped that he couldn't remember this night when he woke up the next morning. No memory at all would be better than having to go through any mental torture this would (almost inevitably) cause. Still, at least he could enjoy the good feelings while they lasted.

[Danny Bailey]

Danny owed it to him to listen very carefully, knowing that it couldn't be easy for the older male to talk about this. So he nodded, brushing a tender kiss over the boys hand as it came close to his lips. "I will like you too. A lot. And I understand things not being easy, trust me. Just...as long as I'll still be special, that's all I want. And maybe for us to have a night like this again sometime." He wasn't expecting a relationship of any sorts, or even for the other to acknowledge him in public. He knew that some people didn't approve of his being open and straightforward when it came to sexual things, and that could get the Ravenclaw in trouble, dating someone like him. Which was something he hardly wanted.

"Can I tell you something though? I don't know whether it'll make a difference at some point, but when it comes to sex...I'm really not as promiscuous as they say. I mean, I've only ever slept with one person and that was Harriet. I'm just..I mean, I'd be fine with not having a really sexual thing. This is nice...like this." Just this, that was all he needed. More of these simple nights where he could be himself.