"I never said that. It’s just the fact that he’s a ghost and he speaks in a monotone. Peeves usually stops into class though to stir things up a bit, something that I don’t blame him for." He shrugs his shoulders and pulls his legs up onto his chair so that he could sit more comfortably. Zayn had a tendency to curl up into himself in situations like this, not liking to really discuss things about himself.
"That would do it yeah. That’s the class that Lou and I have probably skipped the most." He offers with a shrug as he slouches in the chair a bit, looking across the table at Zayn. Liam could tell this wasn’t really something Zayn wanted to talk about and he was starting to think this was a bad idea as the time drew out. This was Zayn’s place and maybe he was encroaching on the boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. Things were better when kept in seperate boxes so that they didn’t get blurred and messed up such as was happening right now. He sits up after a minute, his tongue running over his lips, "Me coming was a bad idea, wasn’t it?" Liam asks nervously.
"I don’t suppose I really have one, but I do like History of Magic the best. Even though it’s with Professor Binns, I really like everything we get to learn about things that happened. Especially the wizarding war and the defeat of Voldemort." He notes, running a hand through his hair as he gnaws at his lip.
Liam listens to him explain his favorite class and he is a bit surprised that he would enjoy history the most, but then again it probably shouldn’t be that surprising as that is one of the most popular classes at school. Everyone was always excited to hear about the epic past that allowed them to walk these very halls without fear of being in danger. “Not a big fan of Brinns huh?” He asks with an amused smile.
Zayn didn’t know whether he was happy to see Liam — this was his space and the idea of sharing it with someone else made him that much more frustrated with all the things he needed to do. Or all the things he was telling himself he needed to do — it wasn’t like anything that he had started that evening would be do for say, another week or so, but he didn’t see anything wrong in getting ahead. “Oh, we could have hung out in your common room or something. But, yeah. Not really too keen on your friends.” He admits, before closing his book and neatly stacking it back up on the other books. “It’s just stuff for Arithmancy and Muggle Studies. Nothing all that important.”
Noting the mixed reaction, the way he wasn’t smiling as he typical was when Liam surprised him in the great hall or in the hallway he could tell this wasn’t the best idea. But he thought that maybe it would grow on Zayn, the idea of having Liam keep him company in the library. ”Not many people are keen on my friends, even I sometimes dislike them more than is normal.” He offers with a soft smile, as he nods at watching Zayn put the books back in a neat and particular order. “Muggle Studies is like my specialty for obvious reasons. Which class is your favorite?” He asks, genuine curiosity lacing his tone as he realizes he knows practically nothing about Zayn yet he’s more than head over heels for him, not that he’d admit to that just yet. There’s not much he’s ready to admit Zayn other than the fact that he likes kissing him and finds him to be more intriguing as the days go by.
Zayn was more than prepared than anyone that was on the castle grounds, especially when it came to the exams that they had to take on a regular basis. He wasn’t someone who could take the work load lightly, seeing as it was honestly engrained into his being to be a hard-worker. It may have been something that he developed on his own though, seeing as his family was entirely a Slytherin bloodline, but he didn’t really care. Not as much as they did, at least. The best part of all of it had to be the time he got to spend with Harry growing up. Trying to think past those things and focus on what he was reading, he read under his breath so he could barely hear himself, and the moment he hears another voice in the small space he has claimed as his own, he startles and looks up. “Liam? Wh-what are you doing in here?”
The library wasn’t a completely foreign place to Liam but it definitely wasn’t familiar either yet he still managed to find his way to Zayn by some miracle or another. He looked so comfortable sat at a table with numerous books littering the desk, like this was where he belonged similar to the way that Liam felt at home on the Quidditch Pitch. “Hey babe.” He replies, as he tries to read Zayn’s expression, unsure as to whether he’s happy to see him or not. “Wanted to hang out and I figured my odds of getting you out of the library tonight were slim to none so I figured I’d come and keep you company here.” Liam explains as he pulls out a chair at the desk, sitting across from Zayn and peeking over the table to read the various titles of books. “What are you studying for anyways?” He asks with a furrow in his brow.
It was Thursday and Liam was sure that he had an exam tomorrow, but what it was on he couldn’t say. He rarely ever studied for exams, more of a wing it kind of guy mostly because Louis always mocked him for studying for things other than finals. Shrugging it off Liam was on his way to the library, a place he’d never thought he would be caught in but there was one person who practically lived there that he was always longing to be around. Entering the elaborate room and maneuvering his way through the place before he spotted the Ravenclaw from a distance, smiling fondly at how adorable he looked with a nose in a book, stuff layed out neatly around the table. “Surprise?” He says questioningly, a lopsided smile on his features.
He hears the other boy’s words, and before he can stop the decision, it’s too late. Zayn was stopping, the only thing connecting them was the string of saliva that was coming from his his lips and ending at the other boy’s cock. “Time’s up, though.” He tells him, voice a little rough from the whole thing, and he’s grabbing his books and leaving Liam standing there before giving him an empathetic look. “I’m sorry, Li. Can’t miss potions.”
He’s so so so close when Zayn pulls off and tells him times up and it’s probably the cruelest thing an individual can do right now. He’s lucky that he’s so fucking adorable or Liam would be livid but he can’t find it him with the way that Zayn is giving him that empathetic look. Torn between finishing himself off and just leaving it he goes with the former, imagining the way Zayn’s lashes would look with Liam’s come on them and it doesn’t take much more than that as he comes in his own hand. Quckly cleaning himself up and dressing as sloppily as he can he slips into his seat next to Zayn just before the professor begins their lecture for the day, placing a teasing hand on Zayn’s thigh and planning to toy with him for the remainder of class.
Zayn smiles because he loves being the reason that he is so pleased, and that’s why he’s lowering his head and doing it again, and again. When he pulls off the third time, though, he knows that this particular time his teeth caught the head and he lets out a small huff of frustration. He licks his lips once more and takes as much as he can before he’s chocking a bit, spit coating his lips and making them a shiny mess.
Liam doesn’t know how many minutes have passed now and he doesn’t really give a shit anymore because there’s no way he’s letting Zayn stop until he’s coming. He can’t sit through an entire lecture of potions sitting next to Zayn after seeing what he is right now. As Zayn’s teeth catch on the tip he lets out a groan and smiles fondly at the huff that falls from Zayn’s lips, noting the determined look on his features. “Babe,” he sighs, as Zayn chokes slightly, “M’close, if you don’t want to I don’t.” Liam’s panting and he doesn’t know how to quite get the words out right, “Don’t have to swallow s’okay.” He manages as his hips twitch slightly.
Zayn doesn’t know why, but he feels that inkling like they’re about to get caught, the feeling he gets whenever he’s running through the halls with him. But there’s something more pressing on his mind know, despite the fact that the other boy is whimpering and he likes that. He likes that way too much to stop. He bobs his head, hollowing his cheeks before he comes back up and lets his tongue swirl around the head. Zayn pulls back, eyelashes fluttering before he looks up at Liam. “This okay?”
His breathing is labored and he’s completely lost in everything that is Zayn, lost in the way that despite his lack of experience he seems to know just the right things to do. Call it instinct, or the fact that he’s just fucking good at everything. Regardless, Liam is not complaining one bit because it feels incredible and that’s why he whines when Zayn pulls off to ask if he’s doing okay. Liam brings his hands back to Zayn’s hair and tugs slightly, “More than okay, keep going.” He encourages, as his name falls from his lips in the form of a moan.
Zayn has always been the best at following instructions, and he just hopes that he does good for Liam. He knows that he can’t take all of him in his mouth, but he doesn’t think the other boy expects him to. So he does just what he tells him, pink tongue slicking his lips with spit before he’s running a long, wet stripe along his length, and then back up again to run over his slit. He hesitates for a few seconds, before he’s using his lips are brushing against his tip.
Biting down harshly on his lesser lip as Zayn’s tongue runs the length of him and comes right back up, a soft whimper falling form Liam’s lips as he tongues over the slit and he holds himself back from bucking up. He feels his lips stretch around the tip and the warm, wet feeling is almost overwhelming let alone the sight before him. The boy of his dreams sucking him off has been a fantasy for far too long. “Now take as much as you can, want you to move up and down a bit.”
"Oh." And he suddenly gets it, but he feels more than self conscious even though he still has all of his clothes on. He whimpers a bit at the other boy’s words, before he’s leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "I’m going to make you feel good, okay? I really want to." And he’s lowering to his knees, undoing the rest of Liam’s belt before his trousers pool around his ankles. "C-can you tell me what to do?"
Hearing the whimper falling from Zayn’s lips causes his dick to twitch because he wants to hear those sounds over and over again, not today but soon. He actually needs it. Liam nods, “Please babe, want you to so bad.” He groans as Zayn gets on his knees before him and is looking up at him through those fucking lashes that go on for days. “Yeah, I can,” he sighs. “Want you to lick from the bottom up before wrapping those pretty lips around the tip, yeah?”
Zayn just makes an impatient sound at the other boy’s words before pressing, “No, fuck, if you stop, I’ll hex you.” He feels so needy, and it’s so embarrassing because he just wants Liam’s lips everywhere. “Of course you have abs. Of fucking course." And he’s shaking his head now, just before his hands are brushing against Zayn’s belt. "Y-your roommate says that — um. I know that you last longer than eleven minutes, Liam."
He’s smiling despite the situation at the way that Zayn sound so absolutely wrecked already and they’ve barely gotten anywhere yet. Liam’s pushing his hands through Zayn’s hair, messing up the perfectly done up quiff he was always sporting except for the other night when he was wearing bed head. “Won’t last that long with your lips on me. Especially not right now, you looking so proper, your tie perfectly done up, shirt tucked in and everything. Definitely won’t last.”
"I’m not exactly the most practiced when it comes to this thing. I’ve barely ever kissed two other people." He breathes, pulling away so that he could focus on getting the tie off. Once he managed it, he let it drop to the surface of the table before working at the buttons. He fumbles a bit at the feeling of Liam’s lips on his neck, feeling way too distracted by it to focus.
He hears Zayn’s words and Liam wonders if maybe they’re going too fast and now he’s worried. “Hey if, if you want me to stop let me know.” He tells him softly before he helps guide Zayn’s hands down the buttons on his shirt, assisting in the action before it’s finally done. He’s pushing the shirt off along with his robe before he’s helping Zayn’s hands to the belt on his trousers.
Zayn doesn’t mind that Liam’s kissing him, he fucking loves it, actually, and he feels like that this is what they should have been doing a long time ago. Smiling against the other boy’s lips, his fingers impatiently start pulling at Liam’s tie, desperate to get it off of him so he could get rid of that stupid button up.
Sighing into the kiss, his hands around Zayn’s waist, creeping down before he’s grabbing his ass. His tongue is dipping past Zayn’s lips and licking into his mouth, a groan being muffled in the process as he feels Zayn working his tie. He pulls back for a second, lips ghosting over Zayn’s jaw, “Quicker, only have thirteen minutes now.”
Zayn is just minding his own business as he walks to Potions, surely not expecting Liam to be right there like he always is and pulling him into an empty classroom. “Liam, we have class in like, a quarter hour —,” but he stops talking the moment that he sees the other male coming into his space and saying something that reminds him of what happened just recently. “Oh. Yeah, um. Fifteen minutes. That’s it.”
He’s grinning at Zayn, knowing that he gets the full meaning of his words as he’s pulled closer. Liam’s lips are brushing over Zayn’s and he’s smiling as it happens, “Fifteen minutes is plenty.” He says lowly as he presses his lips fully against Zayn’s and his tongue is making quick work of running over Zayn’s.
Liam’s on his way to potions and he’s trying to catch Zayn before he gets there which is hard because he gets there probably fifteen minutes early but still he manages to catch him, grabbing his wrist as he had a few nights prior, and pulls him into some empty classroom and murmuring, “We have unfinished business, Malik.”
Zayn doesn’t know what’s worse — that Liam looked so amused still, that he seemed to think that this was all some kind of joke — or the fact that that he still wasn’t in his bed. As they’re walking, he twirls his wand between his fingers before tucking it back into his robe. He doesn’t look at Liam, no, because he knew that it would make him feel that much worse. But Liam’s grabbing his arm and pulling him towards him, and though he wants to tell him to shove off, he can’t. The words are lost somewhere on his part and he feels like he’s about to cry because he’s wanted Liam for so long and he hates it. “Liam, fuck, what is it?” Before he could even get an answer though, Liam was looking down at him like he was the most important thing— most important person — he had ever seen. And then he’s kissing him and maybe he will cry because it feels that good. To feel Liam’s lips pressed against his, and the way that they slot so perfectly together like they’re meant to be. Just as he’s about to reach up and let his fingers scrape against the other boy’s scalp, he pulls away. “Fuck, Liam.” He breathes, taking another step back from him. “This — this is a rescue mission, and we can’t start that here if we ever want to make it back to the dormitories.”
He wants to laugh at the way that Zayn is just not having any of his antics tonight because Liam is in such a good mood just being around Zayn that he can’t find it in himself to be bothered by his words. He can’t find it in him to be distracted from the one thing he’s been dreaming about doing for fucking years now. And it all pays off when Zayn is kissing him back, when he’s reacting just as Liam had hoped he would. Well he was until Zayn pulled back and was telling him now was not the time, nor the place. “No place like the present.” He murmurs but lets the other take a step away from him. “You take your superhero duties very seriously, don’t you?” He asks, the smile on his face evident in his tone as he nods along. “Very well then, guess this is to be continued. Lead the way.” Liam nods back in the direction they were originally headed. There isn’t a single note of anger or rudeness in his words either, for once he’s actually okay with everything. He’s not mad about Zayn saying they need to not do that here because he’s right in the grand scheme of things so soon enough they’re back to shuffling through the halls, Zayn leading him and Liam right behind him a grin on his lips the whole way.
"Shut up, Liam. I’m not here to look like a fucking movie star, alright? I’m here to save your ass,” he leaned in so that he could jab him in the chest. “And I will fucking leave you behind to fend for yourself if you keep it up.” He didn’t meant to be so crabby, but Zayn really loved his sleep, and absolutely hated Liam at the moment. He had ignored him for what felt like weeks, and gave him the cold shoulder in Potions and everything. He hated feeling like he was suddenly unimportant in any situation, especially when it came to Liam. Pulling his wand out of the pocket of his robes, he mutters the incantation to a disillusionment charm and starts to make his way back through the castle. “They can’t see us. You can see me, and I can see you, but that’s all. Now hurry up so I can get back to sleep.” He turns on his heel and starts heading back the way he came, side-stepping incoming Slytherins and Filch.
It was cute, the way that he was mad at Liam for interrupting his sleep and the way that no matter how snippy he had tried to be Liam just couldn’t take him seriously looking the way that he did. It was endearing, seeing him so out of the look and in front of him and not even caring what he looked like. It just caused Liam to be more enamored by Zayn than he already was, which was a heck of a lot, and he is smiling like an idiot as Zayn mutters some charm and explains it to him. Intrigued by the idea that no one can see them but they can see each other has Liam’s heartbeat picking up in anticipation of what he was about to do. “Wait,” he whispers softly as they weave through the oncoming pursuers and Liam wraps a hand around Zayn’s wrist, deterring them from their original path by pulling them into a side corridor. He eyes Zayn for the breifest of moments before pulling him closer, a hand wrapping around Zayn’s waist and pressing him flush against him. His eyes look into the beautiful caramel ones in front of him before moving to his lips, absentmindedly licking his own, before his gaze returns to Zayn’s eyes and he leans forward to press his lips against Zayn’s. It’s hard but not so much rough kiss, a kiss that conveys more than Liam can ever really say.
Zayn was sleeping soundly in his bed, dreaming about nothing buy the smell of books and the look of those warm brown eyes when he was disturbed from his slumber. He felt the coldness that was only associated with that of ghosts, and as he sat up in his bed, he almost screamed, but bit his tongue to stop it. He knew that he was going to be given way too much shit for waking up his roommates. Zayn gave her a look, before asking, “Is it him?” And he was up before she had even finished nodding, grabbing his robes and a pair of shoes without even looking. Sliding them on his feet, he makes quick haste of going down the staircase. As he races through the corridors, he just hopes that it’s not too late. The sound of his shoes skirting against the tile is loud but he doesn’t care. As he makes his way towards the dungeons, he avoids Filch yelling, and Zayn almost slips as he finally makes it to where Liam was — assumed to be — hiding. “You fucking idiot. I swear to fucking Merlin that I’m going to kill you myself.”
Liam hears the sound of footsteps coming his way and he gets a bit nervous because he really didn’t want to get caught tonight, especially if it happened to be fucking Malfoy who did the catching. He knew that the blond was on to Liam after he took a trip to the infirmary following his date with Zayn. Lucky enough for Liam, it definitely was not Malfoy who appeared before it but rather the only person he really wanted to see turn the corner. The only person he’d been wanting to talk to for days but had to resist because the only thing that would come out of his mouth would be harsh words because that seemed to be the only thing he could think of. An easy smile falls on his lips, a longing look in his eyes as he meets caramel eyes and bed head atop the most beautiful of faces he’s ever seen. “I really need you to not kill me.” Liam says in a light tone before giving Zayn a once over and letting out a choked laugh at the sight before him because it was so fucking adorable that he had jumped out of bed for him. “M’sorry, not laughing I swear.”
He knew this was a bad idea, knew it in his bones and that was just further proven as he hustles down the halls, cloak billowing around him as he tries to outrun whatever Slytherin was chasing after him. Liam was in good shape so it wasn’t difficult to outrun the boy but he couldn’t run forever so he took a turn and found himself hidden in a corner once more. He brushes some sweat off from his forehead when one of the house ghosts floats by and stops in front of him as if sensing his presence. He grins sheepishly at the Grey Lady because he can tell she doesn’t approve of the situation he’s found himself in but he shrugs a bit and asks her for some help. Of course he doesn’t get a response, it was a long shot really so instead he settles against the wall and lets his eyes fall shut as he prepares to wait out pursuit.
"Don’t even start, Payne, you can’t just say that you wanted it to be you all this time when really, you could have been the one taking me on a bloody fucking date. You never asked.”
"Because you’ve made it so painstakingly obvious that you were into me, right? It’s all my fault I guess, missed my opportunity then. Sorry I didn’t want to make a proper arse out of myself by asking someone out who very well acted like he hated me up until two days ago."
"Yeah? You want me to make my way over there after class? Tell him how much fun I had and how next time I want him to really show him what he can do with his tongue. That wouldn’t bother you at all, right?”
"I want you to want to do those things with me. I want to be the one that takes you out on stupid dates, and whispers stupidly cute and suggestive things in your ear so I can see that stupidly adorable blush on your cheeks. And that’s only the beginning really of what I want to do to you. But you already knew all of this, didn’t you? So sure, go tell Malfoy what a great time you had and that you do want that second date because it won’t bother me, it’ll fucking infuriate me.”
"Yeah, it was totally harmless. And fucking pointless. You know that. He asked me out on another date and I said no because I knew that you’re fucking mental when it comes to me. You didn’t have to pull that.”
"Louis was gonna do it to Harry, I just found him a more suitable target in exchange of me helping him out. If you wanted to say yes, you should have. Don’t use me as an excuse."
The rest of the date went without incident, seeing as Malfoy was nothing but charming and perfect, being so kind and just flirting up a fucking storm. He was sure that anyone else would be all over it, and maybe even Zayn would be too, but he really wasn’t all that into him. Into anyone, besides the boy with the buzzcut and the warmest eyes he had ever seen. Sighing deeply to himself, he puts on a bright smile for Malfoy as he tells him he’s going to go get their coats. Sliding out of the booth, he tugs at his scarf and wraps it tighter around his neck. “I’m going to meet you at the front, okay? I have to say hello to someone.” Malfoy nods understandingly and ducks to press a kiss to his cheek and he can’t believe that this is actually a thing right now. Waiting for him to move to the front of the small room, he makes his way over to Liam before dropping into the empty seat beside him. “I’m not even surprised that you came. But for someone who supposedly doesn’t care, I would hope that you could go without the cold stare. It kind of hurts my feelings, Liam.” He whispers, before adding, “We’re going back to the castle, if you wanted to tag along.”
Throughout the date, or whatever the two were calling it, Liam continued to sip his butterbeer and aggressively stare. If that was even a thing? Regardless, he listened to Louis mindless babbling and Niall’s far too loud laughter before he noticed Zayn heading his way. Surely this couldn’t be anything good, perhaps a lecture on how immature he was or what a prick he’s being but regardless of the reason he welcomes the closeness of Zayn as he takes a seat next to him. “Never said I didn’t care.” He points out with a shrug before tipping back the mug to get the very last bit of butterbeer, licking his lips slowly and grinning sarcastically over at Zayn. “Sorry, mate. Louis and I got plans that need to get tended to, enjoy the rest of your date.” He tells him all too sweetly, his eyes bright as he pushes the mug away and turns back to say something to Louis.
Zayn didn’t know what it was, but he felt kind of unsettled by the way that the other boy was looking at him. Maybe it was because he felt guilty, and maybe it had to do with the fact that Zayn would rather be sitting here with Liam, talking to him about fuck all. He didn’t have too much time to dwell on that, though, because Malfoy was returning and sitting even closer to Zayn this time, placing both of their glasses on the table. “She said that she’s added nutmeg to the brew? You’re not, like, allergic to it? Right?” Zayn just shook his head in response, before pulling the glass towards him. He took a long sip, letting it warm up the coldness that was coursing through him due to Liam’s stare. “Thank you, though. It’s delicious. The nutmeg is a plus, honestly.” He was about to continue, but when he looked up, all he saw were dark green eyes and some of the strongest features, like, ever. His lips weren’t that pretty though, not like Liam’s, but that didn’t really matter. Did it? “You have —,” Malfoy was motioning at his upper lip, and soon Zayn was more than aware of the thin layer of foam that had settled there. Before he could do anything about it though, Malfoy’s tongue was swiping across it, slow and sensual, before he pulled away and licked his lips. “Got it.”
His gaze isn’t away from Zayn for very long while he convinces Louis that tonight would be a better night to pull the prank because most of the Slytherin’s would be out doing Slytherin type things. Honeslty, it didn’t take much convincing to get Louis on board and that brought a smirk to Liam’s features because he really needed to speak with Zayn. Well he thought he really needed to but then that changed to he really needed to fucking kill Malfoy because when he turned back to stare at the two of them he was just in time to watch the way the fucking prick licked a stripe of foam off of Zayn’s lips. Liam was seething, if it were possible there would be fucking steam coming out of his ears or whatever, none of what he just saw settled well with him. It actually infuriated him beyond belief because who the fuck was Malfoy to even assume that Zayn wanted him to do that, to touch him in such a way that it would be deemed raunchy. The bloke had some nerve really, because if Liam didn’t have the audacity to not embarrass the shit out of Zayn then he would be over there shoving the other up against the wall and giving him a few choice words. But instead his fists were clasped shut and his jaw was clenched so tightly it hurt. He had to keep his distance though, he would get his pay back later when Louis and him did whatever mindless prank that he had planned. And after this stunt Liam would be sure that Malfoy got the blunt end of it instead of Styles and then Liam would get to show Zayn just how his skills compared to the blond. If Liam thought he hated Malfoy prior to this then he really didn’t understand the capacity that the word hate held because what he felt now, watching the way the blond was fawning over Zayn, was true hatred.
Zayn’s heart was probably beating too fast for something that he didn’t really care all that much about, but he was better at playing up the whole flirty thing than any other option that would be presented to him in this situation. He didn’t want to be rude, no, and Malfoy was actually being extremely lovely. Even now, in fact, he was offering to buy them two butterbeers, and he felt more than inclined to give him a kind smile. “Sure, I would love one. Thank you.” He nodded, before the other boy leaned in to whisper, “Anything for you, Z.” His cheeks are blooming a deep pink, and he’s shaking his head, trying not to make it so obvious. He just, he likes compliments, okay? Turning his head, he looks past his own booth and sees a group sitting at a table and sending glances in his direction. He knows that it’s Liam, so he lifts his gaze, eyes meeting ones that are usually warm brown but now held nothing but cold disposition. Of course he was joining them.
So maybe Liam was less than subtle about the reasoning for their trip to Three Broomsticks but in the end he had managed to drag Niall and Louis along and they found themselves a table more out of the way but still with a good view of the rest of the place. Liam just really didn’t like this whole thing where Liam went out with Malfoy because he loathed the bloke. Malfoy was a prick, or at least he was in Liam’s eyes and there was no other opinion that mattered to him. He’s staring over at the two, watching the way Malfoy whispers in Zayn’s ears and that fucking adorable blush falls on his cheeks and Liam’s gripping the mug in his hands almost hard enough to shatter the damn thing. He catches Zayn’s gaze from across the place and he doesn’t look away and he doesn’t offer him any kind of smile or friendly gesture, he just stares. Well that is until Louis is snapping him out of it by telling him about how he wanted to do some kind of scheme tomorrow night which sparked Liam’s interest. “Let’s do it tonight instead.”
His heart skips a beat at the other boy’s response, before he steps even closer and reaches up on the tips of his toes so he can whisper in the other’s ear. “I asked you a question. And when was the last time I,” he laughs quietly, mostly to himself, “Didn’t get an answer?”
Liam’s brown eyes are on Zayn, not really sure what to expect now because this isn’t someone he recognizes. Not in the way that he acts or in the way that he speaks and definitely not in the way he presses himself even closer to Liam. Chills settle over his skin at Zayn’s words and Liam does not like having no control over the situation so a smirk falls on his lips as a response comes to mind. “Dunno, but this should be good practice for you,” he tells him in a teasing tone before his lips are by the others ear and his teeth scrape lightly over his earlobe. “Because you’re not getting an answer tonight.”
Zayn can’t help but feel smug at this point, seeing as Liam seemed really bothered by this whole thing. “Your jealousy is showing, Liam.” He pointed out, taking a step closer to him so that their bodies are almost flush together. “If I knew better, you don’t want me going out with him this weekend.”
Liam isn’t sure where this side of Zayn came from but apparently he has it in him to be adorably bashful one moment and breathtakingly hot the next. Losing his ability to speak with distance between them being minimized by Zayn stepping closer to him Liam pulls his lesser lip between his teeth and trying to think before speaking. “Doesn’t really matter now does it?”
"Right, and it couldn’t be because you’re talking to me." He grumbled to himself, readjusting the grip that he had on his books. He furrows his brows and looks over Liam’s expression carefully. "I don’t think that you just wanted to know. Whatever you say though, babe.” He tuts, as Liam throws yet another query his way. “We’re going to the Three Broomsticks. I don’t think Madam Puddifoot’s is his type of place.”
"That color was there before I started talking to you, I know because you’ve been sporting it since that idiot muttered your name." Liam replies easily, making it more and more obvious that he was listening in to the entire conversation like the jealous prick he is. "Well, I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time. He seems like great company for a Slytherin." His voice holding a hint of sarcasm.
Zayn felt like he was being interrogated, and even though Liam asked only one question, it was one that would open the door to plenty. His eyelashes flutter a bit, but he schools his expression that is cool and collected. “I’m not into him. He just asked me to the village this weekend. Doesn’t mean I fancy him.” He pauses for a beat. “And plus, what difference does it make if I do?”
Liam chuckles softly, a shake of his head as he listens to Zayn reason with him. “The color in your cheeks tells me differently,” He replies as Zayn pipes up with a question of his own. “No difference really, just curiosity I suppose.” There’s a shrug of his shoulders before he has another question, “Where’s he taking you anyways?”
Zayn looks up at the boy beneath his lashes, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He notes the sound of Liam’s tone, though, and he quickly draws back into himself, his defenses going back up. “I’m just on my way to the library. What is it, Liam?”
He can see the change in Zayn’s face as soon as it happens and he knows he’s gotta stop beating around the bush now. “Since when are you into Malfoy?” He asks, knowing that his tone is more accusatory than it should be because he really has no right to be upset about it.
Zayn heard the sound of his name being called, before he turns, robes billowing around him, cheeks still flushed from minutes before. Spotting Liam, his lips quirk up at the corners. “Yeah?”
Noting the smile that threatened to fall of Zayn’s features, it was hard not to reciprocate it but he really wasn’t up for it right now. Not after what he’d heard a few moments ago. “Where ya headed?” He asks, playing it coy for now.
Zayn’s thin, calloused fingers toyed with the fabric of his tie as he loosened it a bit, before tightening it moments after. He didn’t know what had him so nervous, but it probably had to do with the fact that this was the first time since he had seen Liam since the whole potions debacle, or so Harry liked to call it. It wasn’t fair, not really, that Liam could make him stumble over his words and flush a deep red so simply. He just had to string a few words together and — he needed to fucking stop. He didn’t even like the Gryffindor’s goalkeeper, he really didn’t. Or at least, that was what he told himself before he felt the gentle pressure of someone poking his ribs. “Someone’s making puppy eyes at you. What, did you slip Payne a love potion or something?” Zayn’s breath got caught in his throat, before he looked up to see just what Harry had been talking about. And of course, just as he did, he noted that Liam must have just looked down, a smile ghosting over his lips at the thought of Liam staring at him. “C’mon Zayn, we all know that you’ve practically in love with the red and gold wearing —,” Before their friend Arthur could even finish that though, a flash of the blondest hair ever seen was in Zayn’s peripheral, and none other then Scorpius Malfoy was sitting beside him. “Evening, Malik.” The rest of the table remains quiet, seeing as the boy has never really spent time with them, like, ever. “Uh, hi.” Zayn responded lamely, before the other was smiling in response. “I know this is kind of sudden, and we don’t really talk, or anything. But you’re really rather pretty and I’d like to stop looking at you from across the hall, and maybe across a table sometime. Three Broomsticks, maybe? There is a Hogsmeade trip this weekend and I would be more than happy if you accepted.” Zayn was lost for words, cheeks flushed bright pink before Harry is interjecting, “He’d love to.” Scorpius grins, wide enough to tell Zayn he is genuinely enthused. “Brilliant. See you then, Malik.”
Liam’s thoughts are a mantra of things that revolve around Zayn and they’ve been that way since yesterday’s conversation with the male. He’s hung up on the way that he muttered those last few words over his parchment before the professor began class, hung up on the fact that they were actually civil towards the end there and that he would be seeing more of Zayn as the prank war continued on. He was intently looking across the great hall when he hears something about someone drooling into their dinner and he then notes that it’s Louis chirping on about Liam and he turns to give him a nasty look, but not before there’s a high flush in his cheeks as he was caught in the act. It’s only a brief moment that he’s deterred from staring over at Zayn and Liam can’t help himself but pull his wand out of his cloak and mutter a supersensory charm to enhance his hearing, the need to know what was exactly going on with that Malfoy kid and Zayn. The charm works, surprisingly so seeing as charms isn’t Liam’s strong point, and before he knows it his ears are flooded with the familiar lilt of Zayn’s accent, the shy tone becoming evident from the start. It’s adorable, the way that he’s so bashful pretty much all the time, but Liam wishes it was only around him. Wants to be the one that gets him flustered and bring that pink color, that’s forming on those chiseled features as he listens, to his cheeks as often as possible. It’s when he hears the question from Scorpious that Liam chokes on whatever food he had shoveled in his mouth. Did he actually hear that correctly? Then of course, as if things weren’t shit enough, he didn’t even get to hear Zayn’s answer because fucking Styles was answering for him like it was his rightful duty. He’s on the edge of fuming really, because he was supposed to be the one taking Zayn out not Malfoy. He listens in for a few more moments before dropping the conversation and resisting the urge to walk out of the great hall right that moment. Would be too obvious really so he just turns to Louis and attempts to get lost in whatever shit he was going on about.
It was one of Liam’s favorite times of the day, dinner time. He found himself sat just to the right of Louis in the great hall, grabbing all kinds of food and putting it on his plate, smacking Louis hand whenever he tried to grab anything, “Piss off, you’ve got a perfectly good plate of food right in front of you.” He mumbles through a mouthful of the dinner roll he had just taken a bite from. Liam was looking across the table when his eyes just barely lifted and landed on the dark haired male that sat at the Slytherin table right next to his best friends arch nemesis. Perhaps he was staring a bit too fondly at Zayn but he didn’t much care at this point because he looked rather adorable, purple and gold in the mix of all the green and black. A soft smile threatened to turn up at the edges of his lips when he noticed a fair haired male chatting Zayn up and he was laughing. That sent a surge of jealousy through Liam because he wanted to be the one to make Zayn laugh like that, where his eyes crinkled on the side and his tongue was pressed up behind his upper teeth. It wasn’t fair and he grasped the fork in his hands so tight his knuckles turned white as he wanted so badly to hear what was being said between the two.
"The only reason I’m letting it slide is because your tie isn’t done up and for some reason the whole disheveled look on you has me a little lost for words. The only reason. I’ll get you back, no worries.”
"I was gonna say you’re going soft on me, but the promise of pay back makes me think otherwise. The just rolled out of bed look has an effect on you, hmm, gonna have to make note of that."
"I admire your use of the tactic to make this all focus on me and what I want now. That was clever, to put it mildly. I obviously was going to base my future actions off what you decided to do, not vice versa. But okay, Liam.”
"I don’t want you to stop helping, okay? But I also don’t want you to be complaining every time you find me in a compromising situation. Help because you want to not because you have to."
"Yeah, I’m choosing not to state my feelings about that. But, if you really want me to stop helping, I will. It’s up to you."
"What? Think I can’t handle the truth? It’s up to you, Zayn. I’m not going to turn down the help of someone who’s kept me out of trouble for months now, I’m not that dumb. But I’m also not going to make the decision for you either, if you want to help, then help. If not, I get it.”
"Come on, Liam. Don’t make me out to be some git now, alright? It’s just frustrating at times. I had a huge exam this morning but it’s not like any of you give a shit about schoolwork. It’s all I know."
"Well we just don’t give a shit about it all the time, there are times when we do but they’re few and far between. Only when it’s necessary really. But, hey, I’m not saying you’re a git, I’m saying I’m a nuisance and I would know it seeing as the Headmaster’s said as much on numerous occasions."
"Oh, because you’re deduction skills are so refined, are they? I’m glad that you’ve come to that conclusion, really babe. I didn’t think that you were capable of such. It’s glad to see that you’re not just a brainless jock."
"It’s amazing, isn’t it? Sorry to be such a nuisance all the time. You were right last night, about pretty much everything."
"Yeah, okay. It seems like you’re not really in the mood for anything involving the word fun, so I let you take the piss. Doesn’t really effect me, does it? And trust me, out of the two of us, it’s clear enough who is more prone to slipping up.”
"I most definitely am not in the mood for anything involving the word fun because I’m exhausted. Besides, forgive me if I figured I would be the last person you wanted to speak to after last night. You’re right though, I’m sure I’ll find myself roped into some kind of scheme or another tonight. I’m predictable."
Zayn was almost never late, unless you count that one time in his fifth year where he walked in not even a minute before class begun. He doesn’t. So naturally, he’s sitting on his stool at his table in potions, waiting for Liam to arrive with a bit of anxiety.
"Good morning, or afternoon? I’m not really sure what hour it is but yeah."
As they passed over the large amount of rubble that laid in the way of their destination, with a few silent flicks of his wand, he continued to clear the path for them. He didn’t know why there had to be so much rivalry between all of them, but then again, he understood where it originated from. He was more akin to spending his time with the members of Slytherin house, because at least they knew they were assholes. The Gryffindor’s were always acting like they were entitled for their behavior because of their bravery and compassion. It was a load of shit, if you asked him. Listening to Liam’s words, he can’t help but roll his eyes and quickly turn on his heel to chastise him once more. “Don’t even go there, Payne. You know that if it wasn’t for me that your arse would be on it’s way back to whatever muggle town you crawled away from. Be glad that I keep you from getting expelled, and that our Transfiguration professor likes Quidditch enough to keep you here.” His voice was cold and heartless, and he hated when he had to get like that, because he didn’t like putting himself above others, either. It was just that Liam was more prone to getting under his skin, much to easily for that matter, and he felt the need to justify and defend himself against his stubborn tendencies. Once they had finished climbing through the stairwell, he muttered, “Lumos,” under his breath before lifting his wand just so he could see Liam’s features. “Just, get back to your common room and try to stay out of trouble. Alright? I need to get some sleep for once.”
He isn’t all that taken aback by the others comments, it wasn’t all that uncommon for Zayn to get stern with him. To clue him on what a bloody idiot he was being but really tonight he wasn’t really up for it. He also wasn’t really up for the slap in the face of the downright low blows that came from Zayn’s lips. Sure Liam knew he wasn’t a fan of his and it probably had mostly to do with the fact that Louis got on everyone’s nerves and Liam was always attached to his reputation, thus leading to him not being very popular among a lot of his peers. But tonight, after hearing what Zayn had said Liam wasn’t really in the mood to bite back at him, instead he just took the words and swallowed back his retort and followed after the raven haired male as they maneuvered the corridors. Upon reaching the top of the stairs and getting a face full of light coming from the end of Zayn’s wand he just nodded his head, “Yeah, sure. See ya around.” He replied simply before turning and heading in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, the heels of his shoes scraping along the floor as his steps became sloppier due to exhaustion from all the evening had encompassed. Liam hadn’t expected to be affected so easily by Zayn’s words, he was nothing to Liam and yet he couldn’t help but still feel the lingering sting of the way he just threw all of those things in his face. Perhaps he had deserved it but regardless it had Liam more shook up than he would have liked for them too.
Zayn couldn’t help but feel the biting irritation that always settled over him when he was in Liam’s presence. He didn’t particularly like him. At all. But he still was the one who was always getting him out of his sticky situations, or in most cases, Tomlinson’s sticky situations. “Okay, and that’s like befriending Peeves. Honestly, Liam. You think by this point you would have learned how to say no.” And the boy with the high cheekbones and the long, thick lashes, had nothing to say on the subject of Liam picking better friends. He was quite finished with being the one who was always scolding him. As he watches him, his beautiful, sharp features pull into a grimace. “Don’t smile at me like we’re fucking school chums, yeah? You know that this whole, whatever, is only because — well because McGonnagal told me to. Okay? That’s the extent of whatever you believe is going on here.” And just as he was about to continue, he hears the footsteps pounding closer and closer, and he’s pressing his body up against Liam’s in the dim lighting to hide himself from view. Once it’s passed, he pushes off of him and dusts at his robes. Not even a moment later, his nimble fingers are reaching into his robes to grab his wand. Just as he’s about to re-enter the corridor, he notes that the Gryffindor’s have blocked the stairway that is supposed to be their escape route. Lovely. “Confringo.” He points his wand at the massive pile, and watches as it destroys any debris that could get in their way. Zayn turns back to Liam, “Well, come on then.”
"It’s complicated." Liam replies, not really wanting to go into further detail about how he was shit at telling Louis no. He’d been working on it and while sometimes he could draw the line, it never quite seemed to work and it probably frustrated Liam more than anyone else. He’d rather be in his bed right now because it wasn’t like this was the first night this week that he found himself in the middle of one of these schemes, it was actually the fourth in a row and he was in dire need of catching up on his sleep. The whole situation was only being made worse by the chastising he was getting from Zayn who was his own age and always seemed to think that he was so much better than Liam because he wasn’t always caught up in these situations. Liam scoffs at Zayn’s words, "Wonderful, you’ve taken on a charity case. How philanthropic of you, I’m honored." He deadpans before anything else he wished to say was cut off bye Zayn’s wiry frame being pressed flush against his own as someone passed by. This close to Zayn he could feel the subtle beating of his heart and even catch the soft rise and fall of his chest, but as quickly as Zayn was up against him he was also pulling away as though Liam had cooties or something. Running a hand through his hair as he steps out of the alcove after Zayn and watches him take care of whatever load of crap was placed in the direction that they were headed Liam rolled his eyes, "Ya know, you don’t always have to come to my rescue or whatever. You’re more than welcomed to keep walking next time, I can take care of myself. I’m not completely incompetent.”