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The door to the hospital wing creaked open and a slender figure slipped in, just a shadow in the strip of light that shone through. Shane had been in a semi sleepy phase since his teammates had left his bed a few hours ago, hushed out by Madam Pomfrey. He turned his head to the noise and a small smile crept on his face, as the figure came closer.
“Ilya”… he murmured and tried stretching out his right arm.
“Hey, hey, stay.” Ilyas steps quickened, but his arm was also reaching for Shane. He took the outstretched hand in his, before squeezing on the side of the bed, to sit next to him.
“How is… everything?” he gestured to the scratches Shane had on his face, the left arm in the sling and the bowel region, covered with blankets.
“The Bludger got me good in the stomach, but Pomfrey said everything will be okay. She gave me something disgusting to drink and Skele-Gro for the arm, it’s broken, again. Mum will kill me”, the Ravenclaw captain closed his eyes as Ilya carefully caressed the healing wounds on his face.
“Shame there were bushes were you decided to go down. Your freckles are messed up.”
“Decided? Marlow fucking aimed at me” Shane huffed out.
“I can’t say he is not bragging in the common room, for taking you out. Again.”
“Fucking Slytherin.”
Last school year nearly the exact ‘accident’ had taken place. The Slytherin beater had aimed a Bludger at the Ravenclaw Chaser and Captain, knocking him out cold, broken arm included. Shane had been too focussed on getting past Ilyas defending to be aware of his surroundings. It was a bit embarrassing that it happened twice now.
“You like fucking with a Slytherin” Ilya replied nonchalant leaving Shane blushing.
“You don’t shoot me down though.”
“No, and I am very glad you are ok”, Ilya got serious again. “And it was only bit less scary than last time. This time I knew you liked me”, he smiled lightly at the last words, but Shane had seen the tension and worry leave the others face when he had come in.
“Understatement. Kiss me?” Shane tilted his head towards Ilya, who cupped his cheeks and started to place very tender kisses on his forehead and nose, before he finally placed his lips on Shanes. The injured one practically melted into the touches and eagerly reciprocated the movement. They kept on kissing each other slowly until a coughing sound broke them apart hastily.
Ilya turned around and spotted Madam Pomfrey, his heart began racing and he instinctively grabbed Shanes hand.
“I have been waiting for you Mr. Rozanov, since Mr. Hollanders first words were ‘Where is Ilya’. But do I have to remind you, that it is nearly midnight and you are out way past curfew?”
“Um… Yes Madam Pomfrey, I…”, Ilya frantically searched for the right words but his brain was blank, no English left.
“You have five more minutes. If you are not gone by then I will kick you out personally. And if anyone catches you going back to your dorm, refer them to me. You had a headache and needed a potion.”
She turned around into her office, mumbling something along the lines of “Just like Wood and Flint these two” and the lights went out again.
Completely taken aback, still a bit lost for words the boys both looked at each other. Shane was the first one to say something.
“Sorry for outing you to Pomfrey”, he seemed concerned as he looked at their intertwined hands.
“No, Shane, that’s okay, you were not fully there. And she looks ok, like an… ally?” he asked.
“She did, didn’t she? Well, yay, one person who knows and didn’t curse us.” He smiled sheepishly. “But she is right, you should go to bed. I am out tomorrow afternoon I think. Meet me in the prefect bathroom then?” Ilya nodded.
“Lets say five, we have some time before dinner”, he got up and leaned back down to press another kiss on Shanes forehead.
“Love you”, he whispered doing so.
“Love you too”, the smile that spread across Shanes face never failed to bring a warmness to Ilya, that spread out from his stomach to his fingertips.
He let go of Shane begrudgingly, before crossing the hospital wing with big steps and sneaking out through the door, just like he came in.
Deep down Shane knew he had just been waiting for Ilya to come by, because now a sudden tiredness took over and he fell into a deep sleep.
Madam Pomfrey didn’t let anything slip the next morning, she was bustling around him as always, while she examined the progress of his injuries. The bones in his arm were as good as new, but she advised – no instructed him to keep the sling the next two days. She also kept him for lunch, as she expected, to ‘keep him from the shenanigans’ in the Great Hall.
Just as Shane had worked up the courage to talk to her, the doors to the hospital wing flew open and Hayden entered. Shanes best friend was ready to pick him up and bring him back to their common room.
“I didn’t tell you yesterday, but Rozanov did another weird thing after you went out cold. He wouldn’t talk to Marlow the whole game, literally ignored him”, Hayden was in a talking mood. “Don’t you think that’s strange?”
“Maybe he had beef with him beforehand? Or Rozanov is not as cold as you think and he is against knocking out opponents?”, the second part came out a bit sharper, than he wanted to.
“Hm, I doubt it. He never skips confrontation”, Hayden seemed to not have recognised the change in Shanes voice.
“Whatever you say mate.” Shane wanted to skip that part of the talk and started to get up, slip in his shoes.
“Last year, when you, you know…” he gestured towards Shanes arm. “He already acted strange. Really seemed to care if you were okay.”
Shane tried to keep his nerves down. “As I said, maybe not that bad.”
Hayden let go of the subject and grinned at Shane.
“I have a plan to get back at Marlow! We could…”
“Mr Pike, please don’t scheme in my hospital wing.” Madam Pomfrey had come out to discharge Shane.
“Sorry Mam”, Hayden slipped into his ‘everybody’s darling’ role in an instant. “You look wonderful today if I may say so.”
“You may, and you may also both leave now. I have to clean up before dinner.”
Shane hoisted his stuff under his arm before turning to the old lady next to him.
“Thank you, for everything” he laid a lot of emphasis onto the last word and the slight smile and nod he received from her showed him that she understood.
“That’s my job silly boy. Now off you go.”
They went up to the common room in Ravenclaw tower, where the rest of the team welcomed him back. As they had lost the game after his knockout a few of his teammates asked for strategies for the next game already, but Shane tried to fob them off. At quarter to five he told Hayden, that he needed some alone time to relax and he would take a walk. His best friend was hesitant to let him go off alone – “What if Marlow tries to kill you again?” – but eventually gave in. In the end, Shane had to hurry to the fifth floor and nearly panted “musky” to the closed door. He made sure the ‘in use’ sign was posted on the door. It was added years before they started here and they had only heard rumours about McGonagall surprising a naked Slytherin prefect and his girlfriend.
After he entered he found Ilya in their regular spot, a sitting area in the empty tub.
“The password this year feels weird.” Shane muttered, as he slid down next to Ilya in the tub.
“You don’t like ‘musky’?” Ilya questioned with a big grin, while pulling the smaller one closer to him, always careful with the sling.
“Only in specific contexts” Shane answered and buried his nose in Ilyas shoulder.
“How are you today?” Ilya stroked through the dark hair and massaged the scalp.
“Fine, Pomfrey is a real witch with bones”, he murmured into the shoulder, before leaning back.
“Hayden tells me, you gave Marlow the cold shoulder?” he couldn’t hide the teasing undertone in his voice. Ilya huffed.
“Pike is an idiot. But yes. I don’t like him hurting you for fun, so I made everything less fun for him. Would have been a bit obvious if I acted like Pike and tried to punch him of the broom.” Of course Hayden hadn’t told Shane that part and he shook his head grinning. “Idiot.”
“See, I said he is.” Ilya paused with a smile on his face that quickly faded, as he reached to Shanes face and caressed his cheek. He couldn’t help himself but lean into it. “You know I wanted to kill him myself, take his stupid bat and bang it on his head. I hated it seeing you injured… again. Nobody should be allowed to touch my man.”
Shane blushed hard hearing the last words and leaned forward to get a kiss from Ilya. That kiss escalated a bit, until Shane straddled Ilyas lap.
“I’d love to do things to you now, but you’re not even 24 hours after an injury Hollander, I am not so stupid.” Ilya panted against the others lips while holding him tightly around the hips.
“Since when are you the sane one”, Shane laughed out loud but slipped back onto the bench next to Ilya.
“Since you sucked my cock 28 hours after your fall last year and then fainted. I won’t let my penis kill you this year.” Again it was the younger one that blushed while Ilya looked at him with earnest.
The injury last year had been so confusingly similar but their situation had been a complete different one. They had a weird rivalry going on since Ilya transferred from Durmstrang in third year. It wasn’t as bad as some Slytherin-Gryffindor stuffed must have been in the past, but since Shane had been the up and coming Chaser for Ravenclaw and Slytherin now had the Durmstrang Quidditch superstar on their team, they had been set against each other. Scott Hunter, the Hufflepuff captain two years older than them, had a handful to do when they became respective Captains in their fourth school year and were keen on making their houses proud. In that context they had spent a lot of time arguing and to their surprise even more agreeing and having fun debating, even training together sometimes, in secrecy of course. It was at one of those trainings, in the middle of year five, when Ilya looked at Shane under the shower afterwards, scanning his whole body. Shane had been overcome by a bravery he couldn’t explain again afterwards and went over to him, completely naked and kissed him hungrily. That was the start of regular make out meetings after training without ever discussing what was going on between them. Shane always knew that Ilya flirted with some of the Slytherin girls, and probably from other houses as well but tried to ignore it. They hadn’t exchanged letters during the summer, since Ilyas family was not keen on him having connections to a ‘half-blood’, and Shane had been afraid that it was over when the next schoolyear started. But they were making out one day after the start of the school year, going even further than they had ever gone before, using the prefect bathroom as a hideaway. Then came the match Slytherin against Ravenclaw and Marlow had shot Shane down. Just like this year Ilya came creeping into the hospital wing late at night. He silently cried from relief next to Shanes pillow after he was sure that he was fine.
“You need to know that I love you Shane”, Ilya then blurted out, seemingly surprised by his own words. “You don’t…”
“I love you Ilya.”
They had cried together for a few minutes, cried about all the times the words had been at the tip of their tongues and they were afraid to say it, and happy cried about now being together for the majority of their last two school years. They met again the day Shane got out of the hospital wing and , yes, he ended up fainting after giving Ilya a blowjob. His head wasn’t up to it back then, and a panicked Ilya had hit him in the face, waking him up and then taking him to the hospital wing, not going in with him of course. It had been fine, after a stern talking to about exercise Pomfrey had let him go. Did she already know back then? They themselves haven’t told anyone. There were some same sex couples at Hogwarts but none of them had a public quidditch rivalry going on. Shane was under the impression that Hayden wouldn’t take it well and judging by the way Marlow had celebrated his fall, Ilyas friends probably wont jump from happiness either. They had a plan to just move in together after school, no matter what team they were playing for then, and let the rest figure out what was going on themselves. Soft launching the relationship you would probably call it. Everyone will just have to deal with it then.
“What’s in your brain, hm?” Ilyas words alongside him stroking his hair pulled Shane back into the present.
“Just thought about our future. Can’t wait to have you cooking for us.”
“Then we will have sandwiches. Tuna cucumber, very English. Every day. Never veggies.” Ilya grinned. He knew Shane was already kind of obsessed with eating healthily and would never allow that.
“You will be allowed to cook one day a week”, Shane backpedalled. Ilyas grin widened before he kissed him on the nose.
“Thought so”, he took a look at the watch hanging on the wall. “It is 6, we should go to dinner soon. Pike is missing you already.”
“Idiot” Shane ruffled Ilyas hair but stood up nevertheless. He needed a hand from the other to get out of the empty bathtub, because his sling was kind of in the way.
Just as he was getting ready to leave, they had a rule who went out first and when the other one followed, Ilya grabbed his healthy arm and pulled him close to his chest.
“I am glad you are ok sweetheart. And I love thinking about my future with you. And I love you.” A kiss on the top of Shanes head followed.
“Same.” Shane smiled up at him and they shared a deep look.
“And maybe tomorrow you can suck my dick again.” Ilya called after Shane has he opened the door.