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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 6b/6
(Anonymous) 2017-03-01 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)“Ok?” He asked, whisper almost lost under the triumphant music of the band.
“Everyone’s going to be watching us,” Newt murmured as they made their way to the centre of the room, following as Percival guided them in a graceful circle until they faced each other. Percival pulled him in close, chests brushing as his hand dipped to the small of Newt’s back, fingers dancing over his spine.
“I don’t blame them,” Percival said, smiling down at his partner as the tempo began to slow to something more slow, classical, “I can’t take my eyes off you either.”
Newt’s response was cut off as the waltz music began, following as Percival lead them through the first few, slow steps. He narrowed his eyes at the older boy, though it soon fell away in the wake of Percival’s happy stare fixed on his.
They made several turns around the room, coming in closer and closer to the other twirling dancers as more couples began enter the floor.
“So, are we supposed to just stare at each other this whole time, because that might get dull.” Percival said, causing Newt to burst into laughter and bury his face into Percival’s chest. They missed a few steps, causing a drumstrang couple to bump into them. Percival could hardly care, having Newt curled in close to his body like this, the rest of the world just did not matter when he had someone precious like Newt in his arms. They regained their rhythm, now bouncing light and quick on their feet as their feet matched each other step for step.
“I see Theseus drew the short straw on dress robes.” Percival said, managing to maintain the eye contact with Newt as they moved, Newt’s face finally losing some of it’s nervousness as his focus was held by Percival.
“Mother wanted to buy for at least one of us. I wasn’t sure if I-”
“You look incredible,” Percival assured him, “I couldn’t believe it, when I saw you, that I was lucky enough to be the one spending the night with you.”
Newt blushed again, face turning crimson as he looked to the floor again. Percival hand shot out and tipped his chin back up.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” He said hurriedly, “I mean it.”
“Where did all this charm come from?” Newt said, “I seem to remember you being a-a stuttering mess a few days ago.”
Percival chuckled. “Ouch, Newt. That’s a low blow.” Newt simply smiled back, “I suppose, I found a reason to be charming, now I have to keep you entertained all evening.”
The song began to trail off, and chatter filled the room for a few moments as dancers began to leave the dancefloor. Percival found himself reluctant to move, arms still locked around Newt’s body and letting his eyes take in every detail of Newt this close up.
“Another dance?” Newt asked.
“Of course.”
The music came back, a faster, jauntier pace, and Percival moved his arms to hold Newt’s hands in his.
“Do you know this one?”
“Not at all, but we can try.”
They both giggled, undignified and catching the disdain of neighbouring couples who had begun to move in large, sweeping movements that mirrored each other. Straightening up, Percival pulled Newt along, face mockingly serious and scolding.
“Now Newt, that is not the sort of behaviour expected at a noble and distinguished event like the Yule Ball.” He said, voice imitating Newt’s own well spoken accent almost eerily. Newt continued to laugh, hiding his face in Percival’s shoulder as their joking gained more attention.
“But the Illvermony champion sets such a bad example”Newt teased, voice muffled against Percival’s skin.
This, the ease of being with someone who makes you feel warm just by being near, was what bliss was meant to be, Percival decided.
“I blame Theseus’ bad influence, honestly.” Percival said, spinning Newt round by the hand even as the rest of the dancers seemed to be doing some sort of complicated step-sequence. Newt groaned even as lost his breath from Percival’s enthusiastic dancing.
“Can we please not bring my brother up tonight, please?” Newt begged to the sound of Percival’s laughter.
“As you wish.”
They attempted to copy the movements of those around them, as the men guided their partners around their back and spun together with their linked hands over their heads. The two, too caught up in their own laughter and clumsiness, became tangled, till percival simply pulled Next so his back was pressed against his chest, arms tangled up in an embrace and swayed to the music as the song drew to a close. They made their way towards the drinks table. Deciding that the more serious dancers would probably appreciate their absence. They had been moving more than he thought, as he began to notice the sweat gathering at the top of Newt’s forehead. He reached over, swiping a napkin over it without a thought.
They sat, talking over small and large topics and watching their friends spin by. Percival felt light, at how easy it was to grace Newt with little touches on his hands and face and not worry about being pushed away. To have them returned when Newt would scoot closer, lean his head on Percival’s shoulder and take hold of his hand to play with it absent mindedly in his lap as they talked.
The night melted away too quickly, in a blur of candles, ball gowns and Newt’s softly smiling face. Soon they found themselves curled around one another in a nearly empty room, with Newt slowly but surely dropping off to sleep.
“Newt,” Percival said in a low voice, nudging the younger boy, “I think it might be time to leave.”
Newt grumbled, stubbornly nuzzling his head against Percival’s neck, “Don’t wanna…”
Percival chuckled, “Much as I agree with you, it looks like the party’s over, and you don’t want to keep the house elves up do you?”
With a grunt of acceptance, Newt began to wriggle upright, stretching his arms out with a resounding click and leaving Percival missing the warmth that had been attached to his side for hours now.
Looking at Newt’s face, drooping in tiredness but still containing the giddiness of their evening, Percival realised he wasn’t ready for the evening to be over yet, either.
“Come on,” He said, recapturing Newt’s hand, “I have an idea.”
***
The grounds of Hogwarts lost some of their most notable landmarks to the dark of the night, but the clear scottish sky above their head gave a spectacular view of the starry night and was more than enough reason to keep walking hand in hand with Newt at the late hour.
They had little to talk about now, both tired but clinging onto the the remains of the night. They simply took the time to enjoy the quiet company of one another as they circled around the familiar areas of Hogwarts. And they were familiar to Percival by now, he realised; he had been here for a few months but they had gone by so quickly, and yet with so much consequence. The Scamander brothers, both so dear to him now, had grown to be a part of him in no time at all. More than the trials, and the burden of being Illvermony’s first champion, they became a defining point of his life. He didn’t want it to end, just like the night.
With a sigh, Percival pulled them to a stop and drew Newt close by the waist, taking the moment to imprint on his mind that it was important he remembered Newt like this- Lips slightly, yet slightly upticked at the corners, his freckles scrunching up on his nose, the way the details of his dress robes fell away in the dark but the rest of Newt seemed to light up in the starlight. Just in case.
“I like you Newt,” He said, tones smooth and even despite the awkward words, “Quite a lot. And I’ve had a wonderful night with you.”
Newt tilted his head in a radiant smile. “Me too.”
“I know it’s a bit of a commitment, given how new this is, but I thought I would ask if-when I leave, if you could-”
“Percival,” Newt said, lacing his hands up behind Percival’s head and drawing his head down so their foreheads touched. “I will write to you, every day probably.”
There was nothing else to say to that.
His hand reached out, cupping Newt’s face tenderly and in a haze, he drew Newt in till their lips, at last, met.
He was sure there were many emotions and sensations to be catalogued in the kiss; Newt’s looked soft and probably felt better, his heart was either racing or soothed to a slow beat, the hair caught in his fingers must feel like silk. But his brain was unable to process this, still caught in the fact that it was Newt, his Newt, that he was kissing in the cold night.
To Hell with the Triwizard cup, he thought as he pulled Newt in closer, determined to thoroughly ravish him before he had to deliver him back to Theseus, he had his prize right here.
***
I hope that was fluffy enough for everyone-turns out I am rubbish at writing actual romance. I will be uploading this to my Ao3 account after I have done some editing, which will include an epilogue, so this ride isn’t over yet.
Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 6b/6
(Anonymous) 2017-03-03 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)