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i can't go to PIGFARTs. it's on MARS. you need a ROCKETSHIP.

Starfighter Hogwarts AU

Selene didn't know why he kept coming here.

Scratch that. He knew exactly why he kept coming here, it simply wasm't productive to continue doing so. Privacy was the best surface explanation he could offer when Elon questioned him; no, he wasn't spying for Ravenclaw, Merlin's beard man, he barely understood the game in the first place. How would he relay tactics and strategy if he couldn't tell a beater from a seeker? The peace of nature, the (relative) quiet of the quidditch pitch; that's all he was after. Ostensibly, it held water. In theory. In practice, however...

A textbook was open in his lap. a scroll spread out beside him, the feathered end of a quill flicking back and forth across his nose. And he wasn't paying attention to a lick of it.

Selene's quidditch appreciation hadn't blossomed until quite recently-- shortly after he'd taken on extracurricular tutoring, in fact. He was good at teaching, had the patience and ability for it, even with the hopeless cases, especially when they were frustrated with the subject matter. Which Helios seemed to be at first, panicked and desperate to keep his spot on the Gryffindor team, and Selene hadn't understood -- not entirely -- until he came to watch Helios practice.

He hadn't stopped since. The boy was poetry on a broom, and Selene doubted he knew it. Too humble, but if he could only see himself, he'd never question Selene's fixation again.

Sunset always came too soon. Or sometimes took too long, depending on Selene's mood. He gathered his things, stuffed them back into his satchel as Elon motioned for the team to huddle before dismissal. Selene needn't be privy to that; he simply made his way to the pitch instead, awaited Helios' with a sly smile and crossed arms.

"If I knew a thing about the game, I'd say you played well tonight. Though I'm certain you deserve the praise anyway."

Helios remembered the dread and fear he had when he'd started taking tutoring from Selene. How the butterflies wrought his stomach with anxiety at the threat of being axed from the team if he didn't reach achieve a certain point average on his next test. But with Selene's saintly patience, and his kind smiles, Helios had achieved beyond the minimum needed to keep his spot. He didn't really need the tutoring anymore but he kept coming to the sessions because he had enjoyed their time together. Very much so. To the point where those butterflies returned with a new found purpose. Now it was just routine- studying together and hanging out together.

Quidditch practice was one of those routines and while most days Helios had his head in the game- focused on preparing for the next big match against the other houses, today he'd been distracted. Somewhere up there on the broomstick, he had his head in the clouds. And while he wasn't distracted enough for anyone to notice, he came bloody close to a bludger smashing him in the shoulder. To the untrained eye, however, it looked like he'd been looking for an opportunity to grab the quaffle and almost crashed into the bludger.

But Selene always thought he did good with quidditch and it didn't matter how sweaty or bloody he was after practice, he was always there at the pitch waiting for him.

"Maybe I should tutor you on quidditch," he teased lightly as he placed his arm around Selene. "Because I was distracted on the field today," he pulled the Ravenclaw closer and whispered; "Couldn't stop thinking about my number one fan."

With a sly smile of his own, he leaned in and quickly kissed the other on the cheek.

Selene grinned, and tilted his head to return the kiss. It was never much in public; quick, furtive pecks on the cheek, fond smiles, the occasional hand squeeze. Tiny signs of their affection that always seemed to go unnoticed by the outside world, discreet out of modesty rather than necessity. (Because, to be perfectly frank, one had to be willfully oblivious to miss the fact that they were an item, and no one seemed to mind it.)

Discretion or no, Helios still managed to make Selene blush on an infuriatingly frequent basis. It would drive him mad, if he didn't enjoy it so thoroughly.

"Teach me quidditch, and that captain of yours won't let me watch anymore. I think my ignorance is the only thing saving me from his wrath."

Selene glanced over Helios' shoulder to eye Elon warily, then nodded for Helios to follow as he started for the castle again.

"Come on. No need to change yet. I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" He followed with a dreamy sort of look in his eyes, still smiling contently from the kiss. Modesty was really the only thing that held either of them back from an onslaught of kisses or a full blown make-out session in full view of everyone.

"Are you sure I don't need to change?" Helios knows better than to continue on with the subject of quidditch. Selene was right. Teaching him would rob them of being able to meet up like this and Elon was hard to convince otherwise, even if Selene had managed to save their star player from being permanently benched. Maybe that was part of his leniency for allowing Selene to study on the field during Gryffindor practice. Maybe one day he'll be captain and it won't matter. Until then, it was still kind of cute how Selene seemed to think everything he did on the field was worthy of praise.

"You know you didn't have to get me anything."

Again, it's modesty speaking here. They both know they don't need to get anything for each other but... still they surprise each other in little ways. Modesty doesn't stop them in this part of their relationship and it sure doesn't stop him the warm feelings bubbling inside Helios.

"Good thing I didn't, then," Selene laughed, reaching behind to surreptitiously lace his fingers with Helios'. "But I think you'll be pleased anyway."

It wasn't late enough for the castle to be deserted. Students still wandered, even after the supper rush died down; late class-goers, club meetings, library regulars and loiterers still plagued the halls. But Selene had done his part to ensure they would not be disturbed any time soon. They deserved a few solid moments alone. Maintaining a romantic relationship was more difficult in separate houses, more challenging by far to find time for themselves than if they simply shared a dorm.

But Helios was well-worth the challenge, and his smile was all the reward Selene needed.

The fifth floor played host to a very private bathroom, reserved exclusively for prefect use. That was their destination tonight. If nothing else, this relationship taught Selene how to think outside the box in terms of creeping about the castle. Before tutoring Helios, he wouldn't have imagined sneaking someone into forbidden territory like this. Now? He'd do just about anything to get Helios alone.

"Strictly speaking, you're not allowed to be in here," Selene pressed a finger to his lips. "So this stays between us, alright?"

Past a rather bewildered-looking statue, a few doors further on, and Selene stopped to whisper the password and lead them inside.

"But it looked like you needed a warm bath tonight. Unknot some of those muscles?" Selene rested his hands on Helios' shoulders as the door locked behind them. "Nothing like hot water to loosen you up."

Selene? Breaking the rules for the both of them? Merlin's beard help them, truly Helios has seen it all now. He can't hide how surprised he is by his boyfriend's deviancy or how magnificent the prefect's private bathrooms were and makes no attempts to hide this surprise with his mouth open in awe. Selene's hands on his shoulders seem to snap him out of his stupor. Helios can't help but crane his neck to look back at the other. A soft smile clearly visible on his face.

"I'd like that," he leans forward, trying to catch the other's lips in a kiss. Brief at first as he pulls away.

"Thank you for thinking of me." He means it too. Not only is Selene brilliant in every sense of the word, but he's kind and thoughtful- especially when it comes to Helios. Sometimes, the Gryffindor feels like he doesn't deserve the Ravenclaw or that he hasn't done enough for the other. But the thoughts quickly leave his mind as he leans forward again for another kiss. This time deeper, the click of the lock had already long assured him that they wouldn't be disturbed.

Kisses like this were all the reward Selene needed, and that was perhaps the most intoxicating part of their relationship. They wanted each other; craved at times, but always such a keen and sincere need. Selene melted so readily into the attention, trailed his fingers beneath Helios' jawline to beckon him deeper, until his tongue slipped out to taste the other boy's lips. It was so familiar by now, and still so comforting. Here, there was love; perfect and simple and thrilling.

"I always think of you," Selene murmured against Helios' mouth. "I never stop."

With another parting kiss, Selene brushed his thumbs over Helios' cheeks and reluctantly slipped away. There were practical matters to attend to when baths were concerned. Starting the taps, warming the water, filling the tub -- or pool, in this case, accompanied by bubbles that smelled of lavender and sage -- and Selene went about them all with attentive ease, determined to return to Helios' arms sooner than later.

"I don't suppose you've been in here before? You'll never want to bathe anywhere else again."

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i can't go to PIGFARTs. it's on MARS. you need a ROCKETSHIP.

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frick i realized i never hit enter on my tag and then the power going out ate my tag ;;

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