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ravenclawmadison · 10 years ago

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THIS LOSING GAME → MADENCER

TITLE: This Losing Game

TAGGING: gryffindorspence and ravenclawmadison

WHEN & WHERE: Just outside Hogwarts, after the dance.

NOTES: Madison and Spencer spend some time together after the dance. Basically they kiss omg.

Spencer couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he watched Madison stop and talk to people. He drank his punch carefully, resisting the urge to tap his foot impatiently. He didn’t understand why she had to be so damn so friendly. It was like she enjoyed talking to everyone in sight and annoying him in the process. After what seemed like forever, she finally managed to make her way over to him. Spencer raised an eyebrow back at her, taking another sip of his drink as he watched her pour herself a glass of punch. He nodded at her comment as he placed his cup down on the table. He cleared his throat, almost nervously, gesturing to the outside. “Do you want to get some air or something?” If it was anyone else, he might have asked if they wanted to hang out for a bit but he didn’t want Madison thinking too much into it.

Madison wasn’t really sure why she had decided to stop along the way to talk to people, yet she had. During one conversation she cast an eye over to where Spencer was and noticed how impatient he looked. “Ill totally catch you later, cupcake!” She told a girl, before spinning on her heel. When Spencer mentioned getting some air, Madison swallowed and shrugged slightly, “Sure thing.” She was glad she was hyper; knowing that she’d be exhausted otherwise and unable to stay awake. “Lead the way, cowboy.” Madison figured that Spencer would end up objecting to her nickname, but she didn’t really mind at that point. She swirled the drink in her glass round and round, her eyes following as she waited for Spencer to reply or lead the way. Anything, really.

Spencer wasn’t sure if he expected Madison to agree or not to go get some air. Granted, they weren’t arguing for once so that might be part of it. Being around Madison wasn’t bad when they weren’t tearing each other’s throats. He couldn’t help but shake his head at her nickname for him but for once, he kept his thoughts to himself. Maybe for once he didn’t want a night with Madison to end with them fighting. He was tired already and he didn’t really need an argument on top it. “C'mon.” He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside with him. He walked quickly to the doors of the entrance hall, dropping her hand to push them open. He didn’t want to risk being yelled at for breaking curfew or anything. “Where do you wanna go?” Spencer asked Madison, glancing backwards as the cool air hit his face.

Madison hadn’t really had time to really think about what they were doing, and she knew that if they were found out, they’d probably get into some sort of trouble. It’s not like Madison really minded at that point because she really did want some fresh air after the hectic nature of the dance. She made her way briskly to the entrance door beside Spencer. As soon as they were outside, however, Madison found herself shivering. Dang it, she hadn’t thought about how cold it might have been. Folding her arms, she thought for a second, “I don’t know. Somewhere no ones going to end up catching us out and getting us into trouble.”

Spencer knew that they should both try their best to be quiet. It’s not like they were doing anything that bad, but that didn’t mean he really wanted to get caught and face punishment. He had a feeling Madison would get pissy at him if he managed to get her into trouble. It seemed like he spent most of his time these days avoiding pissing Madison off. He didn’t know how he felt about that. He noticed her shivering and felt slightly bad. He didn’t think it was that cold out, after all it was hitting closer to summer, but Madison was also a lot smaller than he was. “Do you want to go back in?” Spencer asked her, raising an eyebrow in question. He gestured farther along the lake, where they’d be out of the view of the castle. “We could go over there, by the trees, if you want.”

Madison glanced over where Spencer was gesturing and felt a little more relieved. It was a little more out of sight than where they currently were and wouldn’t mean she’d be constantly looking over her shoulder like she was right now. The silence surrounding them both in comparison to the loud noises from the dance was eery, and she looked up at the sky before swallowing. “It’s not really that cold, it’s okay.” She told Spencer with a small shrug, while she then proceeded to not at his next suggestions, “Good idea. We don’t want to get caught." Madison knew how important her reputation with the teachers at Hogwarts was. She could not afford to get into any trouble at all; especially so close to the end of the year. What on earth would Mason think? He’d assume the worst. After all, it was Spencer.

Spencer realized how this would look if someone caught them. They had just gone to the dance together after all and now here they were, sneaking off afterward. The idea that he could be interested in Madison… that just wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t help. Madison McCarthy was definitely not his type. It was quiet though, just the two of them and maybe being here with her made his heart pound than he’d care to admit it did. "Alright.” He replied with a shrug. If he had had jacket, he would have given it to her. Not because he liked her, but because he imagined hearing her teeth chatter would be annoying as hell. “C'mon.” He said, taking her hand again and leading her towards the trees. He told himself he had grabbed her hand because he didn’t need her trailing after him slowly, but part of him liked holding her hand. He wondered if he had hit his head at the dance. He must have.

Madison had noticed already just how bad this was going to look if someone realized where they were. She hadn’t even told Mason what was going on, she’d just briefly mentioned needing to sort out her dress and leaving it at that. She figured Spencer wouldn’t at all be pleased if people got the wrong idea about this, neither would she really. The way the darkness surrounded them and the feeling that– however weird it sounded– they were the only people outside at that point. It was weird and comforting and mesmerizing all at the same time, which somehow managed to make Madison’s heart leap. The way in which Spencer grabbed her hand wasn’t helping at all and she was glad he wasn’t looking straight at her, because the crimson blush on her cheeks had returned and my god did she feel insane. “Why are you holding my hand?” She asked, just as they reached the smaller cluster of trees.

Spencer glanced down at their hands like he was seeing them for the first time. He definitely did not blush, but he could tell he was getting pretty close to it. He dropped her hand like it was poisonous and stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants, avoiding Madison’s eyes. “I wasn’t holding your hand.” Spencer protested, shaking his head vehemently. “I grabbed it. There’s a difference.” He would not hold Madison’s hand. Why would he even want to? Hand holding was for couples and they were definitely not a couple. They would never be a couple. He didn’t want to be Madison McCarthy’s boyfriend. He looked around, not sure what to say now that it was obvious they were the only two around. What exactly was he supposed to talk to Madison about? Yeah, they had had a good time at the dance, but most of their conversations ended in fights. He cleared his throat, hoping she wouldn’t pick up on his nervousness. “Did you have a good time at the dance?” He finally asked, leaning against one of the trees as he looked at her.

Madison could see that whenever she tended to call Spencer out on things, he’d get mad and insult her. At least, that’s what kept happening anyway. Whenever she tried to ask why Spencer did what he did, he got annoyed or defensive. He definitely confused Madison beyond doubt. She had no idea where they even stood. She let her hands fall to her sides, not exactly knowing what to say. Silence fell upon them just as easily as laughter had fallen from her lips during the dance. When Spencer finally spoke, she swallowed and smiled, regardless. She was a McCarthy. Dang, she couldn’t show weakness. That’s not what she did. “It was super fun,” she replied. “Thank you for going with me, Spencer.” She looked across at him and smiled.

Spencer knew that Madison probably found his behavior odd. He just couldn’t help but get defensive when it came to Madison. He always seemed to say the wrong thing when it came to her. He confused himself and he had no doubt he confused her more than a little. But there was no point mentioning it, avoiding it was the best option. He tried to ignore the smile she flashed him, looking away again. He really wished he didn’t like her smile. “Yeah, well, it was an okay time.” He said, trying to sound casual and not like he liked her at all. Not even as a friend, much less as more. “You weren’t the worst date. I didn’t step on your toes too much, did I?” Not that Spencer cared about stepping on her toes, he just didn’t want everyone thinking he was a terrible dancer. He might not be the best but he definitely didn’t want to be terrible.

Madison had tried to adapt to the attitude off ‘he doesn’t care so neither do I’ whenever she was around Spencer. That was definitely something that helped an awful lot, except on some occasions she forgot and slipped up. She realized that Spencer and hers– whatever this was, would probably be cut short after the ball, and honestly, she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “No, you didn’t.” She replied with a small chuckle; she had been pleasantly surprised at how Spencer’s dancing had improved. Silence overwhelmed them again, so she quickly added, “So what d'you wanna do?” She looked around and shivered again. Dang, it really was freezing out here. She folded her arms across her chest and turned to Spencer, not really sure what he was expecting from this. It was too late to try and figure him out, anyway. Not that she ever could; as soon as she tried to figure him out he closed off again.

Spencer had worried more than he’d care to admit in the days leading up to the dance. He wasn’t used to worrying about things, especially anything that had to do with Madison. “Good. I mean, you’re so tiny, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He flashed her a smirk, stretching his arms over his head. Madison wasn’t the smallest, after all Rachel Berry was basically the hobbit, but she was still a lot shorter than he was. He was startled out of his thoughts by Madison’s words. He didn’t know exactly what they could do. It was later after all and well past the time they should be out. What could they even do. “I don’t know - what do you want to do?” He knew it was a cop out but he wasn’t exactly sure what Madison’s idea of fun was other than holding hands with her brother and singing sappy love songs to him. Spencer shot Madison a worried look, stepping closer to her. His hands hovered over her arms, not sure what to do. He was tempted to take off his dress robe and hand it to her since he had a shirt underneath it, but he didn’t know if that was too coupley or not. “We can go back if you want.” Spencer wished he wasn’t so caught between being nice to her and being rude to her.

Madison definitely found herself a lot more worried that she probably should have been for this dance, and it wasn’t a surprise to her that she now felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders now that it was over. While many of her friends in Ravenclaw had tried convincing her that her dress looked perfect, she just hadn’t been able to relax and it confused her. “I’m not that small, you’re just a little bit too tall.” Madison shot him a teasing smirk back, because she’d never really been called small before. Of course, she’d never actually hung over with a boy properly before– other than Ryder, who was more than likely too friendly to comment on her height. She thought for a second, trying to think of something actually interesting– of course, this just had to be the day her mind was completely blank and lost for ideas. “Umm, it’s kinda late, so it’s a little difficult to do anything actually fun.” She shrugged, looking around. “We could just talk, I guess? Talking’s fun.” When Spencer shot her a worried look, Madison wasn’t really sure what to think; but as he stepped closer to her, she breathed in sharply, unsure of what to do. His unexpected action confused her yet again, but she didn’t question. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” She would get used to the weather, she always did, it just took some time. Even if she did end up getting a cold, or a flu, or whatnot, Madison really couldn’t find it in herself to actually mind. For a brief moment, she wondered where Mason what– what he’d be doing, if he was worried about her and where she was. Biting down on her a lower lip, Madison felt a pang of guilt.

Spencer couldn’t deny that even after the dance, Madison still looked pretty. It wasn’t anything he’d say to her, but Madison was prettier than most girls he saw around Hogwarts. He didn’t know how he felt about thinking that. He should hate both of the twins, not find them attractive. But more often than not, he had to force himself to remember that. “6’ isn’t tall.” He retorted, knowing that wasn’t exactly true. He had always been kind of tall for his age, and he knew 6’ at barely 15 was taller than some people. He just wasn’t a midget like Blaine. But then, he also wasn’t a giant like Hudson was. He waited impatiently as Madison obviously thought of something to do. There was only so long they could just stand here, staring at each other. It was already getting old. It wasn’t like he really wanted to keep gazing into her eyes like this was some dumb chick flick or rom-com or something. He wouldn’t be surprised if Madison did want some sort of romance that was straight out of the Notebook. That would be just like her. “True.” Spencer replied with a shrug, not sure what else he was supposed to say. A thought came to mind a second later and he shot her a sly grin. “I mean, we could always go skinny dipping in the lake.” He didn’t think Madison would ever agree but maybe he just wanted to make her blush. It was probably a little too cold for swimming anyways and the last thing he wanted was to encounter the giant squid or merpeople or whatever. “What do you want to talk about?” He shot her a puzzled frown. They didn’t exactly have a lot in common after all, other than maybe Quidditch. “Do you want my dress robes or something?” He wasn’t concerned about her, not at all. He didn’t want her to think he liked or something. He noticed her biting her lip and struggled to keep his face straight. She was oddly attractive when she did that. “What’s wrong, McCarthy? Pining over your brother?” Okay, maybe he couldn’t help but be a jerk to her.

Madison wasn’t sure why she hadn’t just suggested returning back to the castle again, yet the thought just hadn’t crossed her mind until now– and she didn’t really want to. The situation wasn’t entirely ideal, to say at the least; she was hanging out with Spencer, a guy she wasn’t even supposed to be friends with, who strongly disliked her and her brother, in the freezing cold. Added to that, they could be caught at any moment. But Spencer didn’t seem to care about that. So neither should she, right? Madison wasn’t so sure. “It totally is tall! Are you even fifteen yet? You’re definitely tall for your age.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. Of course, Madison knew that there were many other students at Hogwarts a lot taller than Spencer, but she wasn’t going to mention that. Finn, for example, would have been one, but there were many others she’d seen but never spoken to. Her eyes widened at Spencer’s idea and her jaw dropped. Oh, My Merlin, she thought to herself, completely shocked. She stared at him for a few seconds, completely gobsmacked. As if on cue, a bright red blush formed across her cheeks and she hit his arm lightly, not wanting to hurt him. “We are not doing that, Spencer!” She responded, still flustered and unable to actually be annoyed. It wasn’t like she’d never skinny dipped before– it was totally fun. But not right now, in a lake, in the freezing cold– with SPENCER PORTER. That was definitely not something Madison was going to agree to. She scanned her mind quickly for something to talk about, “What’s your favorite movie?” She asked curiously, looking across at him again. Movies were good, she concluded, at least that way she could at least keep up a small conversation. “Oh! That’s okay– Thank you, though, I guess?” He puzzled her, but once again, Madison couldn’t find the energy to question it. She’d probably do that in the morning. Shaking her head at him, Madison honestly couldn’t believe Spencer had figured out who she was thinking about. Seconds later and laughter was sounding from her lips, unable to actually reply to him properly. “Sh-ut Up, Spencer.” She laughed, biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to stop laughing. She wasn’t even why she was laughing; just the whole situation seemed suddenly comical.

Spencer expected that Madison would get tired of him and leave at any moment. That was usually how their meetings ended, with one of them getting angry at the other one and someone storming angrily off. He was used to it. They didn’t seem to actually be able to hold a conversation with each other that didn’t seem to end in them going at each other’s throats. Part of him enjoyed the banter, enjoyed the fact that Madison was so much wittier than she came across. That she was more than just smiles and cheerfulness. Constant happiness got annoying after a while but knowing that Madison was deeper than that made her oddly attractive to him. As long as Madison didn’t seem likely to run any moment, he wasn’t planning on leaving. He just couldn’t understand why not. “Of course I’m 15.” He told her with a roll of his eyes. “I had my birthday 8 days ago.” He didn’t have a big party like Madison did though and his birthday had been eclipsed by the Gryffindor and Slytherin match. People had been so down after the loss that no one had really paid attention to his birthday and he hadn’t really cared. He had been pretty bummed about the match and the fact that he didn’t get to play. It was a bit weird to think that Madison was older than he was though. “You’re just tiny, you should accept it.” He got the reaction he had been waiting for when Madison’s jaw dropped and she began blushing. That was the exact reaction he wanted and he didn’t bother to not smirk at her. Spencer laughed as she hit his arm, leaning back against the tree. “What, not interested in getting naked for me, Madison?” He teased her lightly, knowing he was getting a little flirty and not particularly caring about it. He could just brush it off as him trying to give her a hard time anyways. “Favorite movie?” He repeated her question as he tried to think about his favorite movie. “Either Fight Club or one of the Fast and the Furious movies.” He liked his movies actiony and exciting, he didn’t think that’d be much of a surprise to Madison. “What’s yours? Flowers in the Attic?” Maybe he just wanted to see her blush again. “Okay, whatever.” Spencer replied nonchalantly, with a shrug of his shoulders as if he didn’t care. “Wait, you were really daydreaming about your brother? Is Flowers in the Attic really your favorite movie? Don’t tell me your brother isn’t why you’re into Ryder.” He wasn’t being serious, but part of him was curious why she wasn’t into Ryder. He thought he’d be her type of guy.

Madison couldn’t really explain to herself why Spencer hadn’t left yet. Perhaps he was just bored? Or something like that. Part of her wondered if this was some kind of a joke to him, but she tried not to think about that element of it. If Madison was being completely honest, she’d say that most of the time, she enjoyed spending time with him. They challenged each other, which is something Madison had never experienced before– what with her parents barely being around, and the majority of her friends being as bubbly as she was. Yet this was difference. Spencer didn’t agree with everything she said, and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. “Just checking.” She had a twinkle in her eye as she spoke, her tone teasing and playful. Madison had felt sympathetic towards Spencer when his birthday had been gatecrashed by a Quidditch match, especially since they hadn’t even one– nor had Spencer been able to play at all. When he called her tiny, Madison rolled her eyes at him, “You’re just rude.” His smirk definitely proved that his entire intentions were to annoy her by suggesting skinny dipping, especially since he didn’t even bother to hide it at all. He definitely enjoyed annoying her, nonetheless. Her blush deepened as Spencer spoke again, and she looked away, shaking her head at him. “You’re awful, do you know that?” Madison wasn’t really sure if this counted as flirting or not–perhaps it did? She’d have to ask Quinn or Kitty about this, they’d surely know. Would she even tell anyone about this? Her thoughts were cut short when Spencer replied, and she nodded. While she had never seen Fight Club, she had watched Fast and Furious before– Mason liked it and Madison had found herself not hating it all that much. “The Fast and Furious movies aren’t that awful, are they? I expected them to be but they totally weren’t.” His choice in movies definitely were not a surprise to her, at all. Neither was the fact that he assumed Flowers in the Attic was obviously hers. “Of course not. Flowers in the Attic is definitely quite a concerning film.” Now she was thinking about incest, dang. The thought of her and Mason actually…wefbiewfb, she cringed inwardly. “No! I totally wasn’t!” She quickly added in with a roll of her eyes. How on earth did she explain that she was not attracted to her twin brother at all? “I’m not attracted to Ryder because he’s my friend, obviously.”

Spencer was sure that if anyone asked why he was spending time with Madison, he could come up with some excuse. He could be spending time with her for just more material to make fun of her with. It wasn’t true, but people didn’t really need to know that. Part of him felt a sliver of guilt at the idea that she would think he’d do something like that to her. He didn’t know why, but the idea of her thinking he hated her really bugged him. It made no sense to him, he shouldn’t care what she thought about him. He shouldn’t feel guilty at all. But something about Madison McCarthy drew him to her. He couldn’t put a word on what it was about her that he liked. He shouldn’t even be feeling like this. The idea that he liked Madison at all was just bizarre. What would happen next? Would he suddenly want Mason or something? But he liked how Madison made him feel. How she kept him on his toes, how she challenged him, the way she smiled. It was infuriating, but he couldn’t help it. “I’m not that young.” He defended, glaring at her. Right now, he definitely hated being younger than she was. Why couldn’t he be born earlier or something. “I’m not rude, I’m honest.” Spencer countered, shaking his head. Of course Madison would consider him rude. He was pretty sure she considered everything he did rude. It’s not like he cared, he wasn’t exactly the nicest person and he wasn’t going to hide and pretend he was. “Oh, keep your knickers on, McCarthy.” He teased her, smirking at her. He didn’t know if he ever did want to go skinny dipping with Madison. Something about it just seemed weird. “No, they’re pretty amazing.” He agreed, nodding his head. “I didn’t think you’d watch them.” Spencer admitted to her, giving her an appraising look. Movies about car chases and violence didn’t seem like her cup of tea, anyways. “Well, good. Happy to know you don’t worship it.” He didn’t really think Madison was into her twin brother. He hoped she wasn’t at least. For all the shit he gave them, he didn’t believe half the things he said. “Okay, okay, you’re not into your brother, I got it.” He raised an eyebrow when she said she wasn’t into Ryder because they were friends. “Who are you into then?” For all he knew, she wasn’t into anyone. It was hard to tell with her sometimes.

Madison was almost certain that this was the longest that she and Spencer had spent together without storming off angrily or getting mad at each other. If that was true, she braced herself for the next falling out between them and reminded herself to not say anything too deep and personal before he killed her or something. That wouldn’t be good. The thought of Spencer actually hating her, however true she believed it to be, was weird. If he really hated her, then why on earth did he act so kind-of-friendly towards her? Whatever. She couldn’t put he finger on it and really, she wanted to. She wanted to figure out why he was so snarky and bitter most of the time. She wanted to know why he had formed such a hatred of her when he barely knew her. But she also wanted to know what his purpose of all this was, really. Was there even a purpose? “You are kinda young.” She teased, grinning. “It’s kind of strange that I’m older than you, isn’t it?” Rolling her eyes at his statement about being honest, Madison chose not to reply. Honest her butt. “My knickers are perfectly secure, Porter.” Okay, so somehow this conversation had turned sexual again. Dang. What was it with teenage boys and sex? At least he seemed to approve of her liking of Fast and Furious. “They’re definitely different to the kind of films I like to watch. But they’re a good different.” Madison smiled, remembering back to when she had watched the films with Mason. Suddenly, he was quizzing her on who she liked– and dang, she really didn’t want to admit that. She didn’t want to tell him. Yet she couldn’t lie could she? Lying wasn’t good. Perhaps she could avoid the question or something. “Um–” her cheeks were now positively bright red in embarrassment and she was starting to inwardly panic. “Why do you care who I like, anyway?” Dang, how obvious did she want to be exactly? For all she knew, he was going to tell the whole school or something. She couldn’t tell him because he really hated her and that wasn’t good. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to lie to him either. Could she? “It doesn’t matter who I like really.” Madison quickly added.

Spencer wondered why he was even bothering to spend time with Madison. He knew the school was just as confused on why they went to the dance together. Even if it hadn’t been a date, they weren’t exactly a likely match. He could have seen himself going with anyone who wasn’t Madison. Even if he wasn’t attracted to them, they still would have made more sense than going to a dance with Madison. But she had asked and he had agreed and somehow them going together had happened. “Shut up, I’ll be 17 in no time.” He shot back. The idea of being 17 was kind of unnerving though. He was just about to finish his 4th year at Hogwarts. Next year he’d be going into his OWLs and before he knew it, he’d be graduating. Part of him was excited to do something new and different the idea of graduating and leaving Hogwarts terrified him more than he’d care to admit. He was a Gryffindor. Gryffindors didn’t get scared. They just didn’t. “It is weird.” He finally admitted, trying to force himself to think about something other than growing up. “I thought you’d be younger than me.” That might just be because she was shorter than him though. It was odd to think of someone so much shorter than him as being older. “Are you sure? I mean, I could check if you’re not positive.” Okay, maybe that was definite flirting but he didn’t really think Madison would do anything other than hit him again. The day Madison McCarthy took his playful flirting as anything more than a cruel joke was the day he’d stop torturing her and her brother. So never. “What are your type of films? You never answered.” He was only asking to be polite, not because he actually cared what she liked. After all, she had asked what his favorite movie was, it was only fair to actually listen to what hers was. He had no doubt it was some kind of chick flick or Rom-Com. Something light and funny. He couldn’t really see her being into anything depressing. She didn’t seem the type. “Because I’m curious and you’re making me more curious now that you won’t tell me.” He didn’t like not winning something and now he wanted to prod her until she admitted who she liked. “That makes me think it does matter. Do you like someone you’re not supposed to?” He believed her when she said it wasn’t her brother so who could she like. “You’re not into some girl and your parents are really homophobic or something?” He didn’t exactly know what Madison’s sexuality was. He didn’t exactly pay attention to it. For all he knew, she really was into girls.

Madison had had enough of the inner conflict running through her mind, especially since her mind couldn’t exactly think straight at that moment. She was flustered, unable to act like the usual calm and collected Madison. The mention of their age reminded her just how little time they actually had left at Hogwarts; after all, they were taking their OWL’s next year. That was a scary enough thought. Regardless of how much revision she had done this previous year, Madison knew that the next year would be a challenge and a half. She wondered if Spencer would still want her to tutor him next year. While he’d made a steady improvement since she’d been, well, 'teaching him’, she wasn’t sure if they’d still even be friends next year. “It’s kind of strange how quickly this year has gone, isn’t it?” She blurted out with a shrug. “Like, we’re taking our OWL’s next year. Weird, right?” It was a little odd how much smaller than him she was, especially since she was supposedly older than him. Either way, Madison wasn’t sure if she acted older than him. She prided herself on her maturity, but she didn’t know. If it was even possible, she felt her cheeks redden and she glared across at him playfully, whacking his arm again. “I am perfectly sure!” This was definitely flirting, Madison concluded. This had to be the weirdest of nights. She needed to sleep this off before her cheeks continued getting worse and the butterflies killed her stomach. Dang. “Oh, I have such a strange taste in films. I like most of them– except for the scary ones, because those are, well, a little scary. But romance movies are totally cute. So are comedy films– I have this definite addiction to 22 Jump Street just because of how super cute Channing Tatum was in those films.” That wasn’t a lie at all. She loved those films; although, she would admit she loved Channing Tatum’s abs more than anything. The fact that Spencer was curious annoyed her, and she wished he didn’t care because she really didn’t want to lie to him. Dang. “I’m not a lesbian, you numpty.” She replied with a roll of her eyes. “And my parents aren’t homophobic; not really!”

Spencer looked past Madison at the lake, hoping she wouldn’t notice the look on his face at the mention of OWLs next year. Madison was brilliant, she was a Ravenclaw, he was sure she’d do amazing on her OWLs no matter what. He couldn’t exactly say he would do the same. Even with Madison helping him, he wasn’t the best at studying. He knew enough to know he wasn’t dumb, schoolwork just didn’t exactly interest him. He didn’t find reading books or studying fun at all. “It did go by really quick.” He agreed, finally meeting her eyes again. “I could do without OWLs though. I know what I want to do.” It would be easier if he got scouted by a professional Quidditch team but he knew if he didn’t and had to immediately go work for the Ministry, he’d need better grades. He didn’t even know what kind of grades he needed for Magical Games and Sports, he figured he’d find out next year so there was no point worrying about it. “What do you want to do? In the future, I mean.” He was a bit curious about what Madison’s dream job was. He couldn’t really imagine what she wanted to do in the future. Spencer backed away slightly when she smacked his arm, smirking at her. He had expected that after all so it wasn’t like it hurt. He didn’t really think she’d hit him hard enough to do any damage. He was certain he was stronger than she was regardless, so it didn’t matter. “Alright, alright, just checking.” His eyes met hers for a moment and he looked away. Damn. He was thinking about her birthday party again and the near kiss. He couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to kiss Madison. She wouldn’t be the worst person to kiss, he was sure. “You have strange taste in everything.” He told her dryly, taking in her taste in films. Her not being into scary movies wasn’t really shocking and he noted that he was right on her being into comedy and romance. “Channing Tatum, really? He looks like a potato.” He might be bisexual but that didn’t mean he found Channing Tatum attractive at all. Maybe Madison did have terrible taste. “I didn’t ask if you were a lesbian. Anyways, bisexuality is a thing.” Though she hadn’t shown any interest in girls at all so maybe she was straight. “It’s good that your parents don’t suck.” He had gotten lucky on that count too at least, even if they didn’t exactly always understand it. “So, what guy do you like? You should just tell me.” Spencer knew he was prodding her but he was curious now. He just wasn’t sure if she’d give in and actually tell him.

Madison noticed Spencer’s sudden change in attitude and tried to figure out what he was thinking. She knew that whenever she pushed him on things he was touchy about, she got snapped at and insulted as a result– yet she couldn’t help but feel curious. She debated whether or not questioning him was a good idea, and decided that there was nothing really to loose, was there? Moments later, however, and his eyes were on her again. The mention of OWL’s between them had clearly caused some friction– perhaps he was worried about them? Madison knew for sure that she was. Who wouldn’t be nervous when they were so crucially important?! “Aren’t you super scared about them? I know I am!” She wondered what Spencer wanted to do once he had left Hogwarts. It wasn’t something they ever spoke about, not that she expected them to. Her curiosity really didn’t help her sometimes. She couldn’t think of what his answer would be. Perhaps it had something to do with Quidditch, as he supposedly loved the sport? His question came with a quick response, however, “I know this sounds a little odd, but I’m conflicted as to what I want to do in the future. I guess I’m just trying to do as well as I can and see where that leads me.” The fact that she still was clueless to her future career was a little daunting to Madison; who was a girl led purely by organisation and a set goal. Many nights had been spent debating, tossing and turning in her bed as she tried to decide. Yet still, no decision had been made and it infuriated her. “Mm, okay.” When his eyes met hers for a brief moment, she felt the familiar sensation of butterflies build up in her stomach– something of which brought her back to the night of her birthday party, when he had nearly kissed her. It was so strange how long ago that was now, yet she could still remember it vividly. “Oh is that so?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow across at him, her tone light and disbelieving. His mocking of Channing Tatum made her laugh, however and she pouted and rolled her eyes at his comments. “Are you serious? Have you not seen his abs?” Madison definitely had had a major crush on the actor for a while now. The mention of her being a lesbian made her shrug slightly, “I know it is, obviously. I guess I just know that I’m not into girls.” Her sexuality had never really been a question for her, she’d just known who she was and had stuck to that. Perhaps that made her narrow minded– yet she’d never properly thought about it before. Dang it, Madison thought to herself, he’s not going to let this go. Her stubborn nature told her that giving in and telling the truth was not the right thing to do in this situation, so instead she grinned teasingly at him and shook her head. “Nope! I don’t want to tell you-” she thought for a second before quickly adding, “it’s nothing personal, of course, it’s just a secret."

Spencer wondered if Madison was going to try to push him on what was bugging him. She loved to push his buttons and get inside his head after all. He just chalked it up to Madison being a typical annoying Ravenclaw. He didn’t understand why most of them were so damn annoying. He didn’t actively hate Ravenclaws or not get along with them like he did with most Slytherins, but most of them irritated the hell out of him at any given moment. Kitty, Blaine, Madison, all of them really needed to shut up sometimes. Spencer sighed at her comment, not sure what to say. "No. I’m not scared.” He finally said, rolling his eyes again. He seemed to always be rolling his eyes at her. “Gryffindors don’t get scared at every little thing.” Granted, they didn’t exactly do well at testing either. And if Madison was terrified about OWLs, it definitely made him wonder if he should be. Maybe he would need her to tutor him next year too. He hadn’t exactly thought about that. He had always imagined it would be just for this year and then he’d never need to talk to her again. He didn’t know if he wanted to avoid Madison anymore even if he disliked Mason. Something about her was just… magnetic. “Fuck.” Spencer mumbled under his breath as those thoughts went through his head, hoping Madison hadn’t heard. He had not just called Madison McCarthy magnetic. He was pretty sure he had hit his head. He raised his eyebrows at Madison when she said she was unsure about her future. “You don’t know what you want to do?” His voice was full of disbelief. He thought Madison had had her entire life planned out from the moment she could write. He didn’t think she’d be someone who wasn’t sure what to do about her future. The idea that he knew what he wanted to do and she didn’t seemed like an impossible thing. He let the mention of skinny dipping drop, not really wanting to continue to think of Madison naked. It’d be just his luck if she noticed something was off and started questioning him. He was sure she wouldn’t rest until she had tortured everything out of him. “It is so, you’re pretty weird.” He argued, his lips pursing together. He found most things Madison did pretty weird though. “I just don’t like his face. His body is okay, but his face freaks me out.” He just didn’t understand what drove girls crazy about him. He was definitely hotter than Channing Tatum. “Anyways, my abs are just as good and I have a decent face.” He shrugged when she said she wasn’t into girls. He didn’t really care what she was into. “Why won’t you tell me?” Now he was definitely curious. He had an idea though and he walked closer to her until he was inches from her. “You’re not into me, are you, McCarthy?” He didn’t think Madison really did like him but he had no problems with pushing her buttons and making her uncomfortable. Being this close to her made him remember her birthday party and nearly kissing her. It would be so easy to kiss her. But why did he want to? He wasn’t into Madison. Not at all.

Madison knew that Spencer’s education must be at least a little important to him. He wouldn’t be having tutoring lessons with her otherwise. It’s not like he would willingly spend time with her– Spencer and Madison were two opposite people. While he seemingly found joy in torturing others and making snarky comments and referring to her and Mason as the 'invest twins’, Madison liked looking at life positively and viewing everyone as new friends. If it wasn’t for her helping him with his schoolwork, they would have never spoken to each other. He would have just been another Gryffindor to her. Another person in her classes and no one she really needed to befriend. Her eyes widened when he admitted he wasn’t scared. How on earth wasn’t he scared? Madison was terrified. It was true, however, that Gryffindor’s were immensely brave. “Oh, well, that makes sense. Yet I’m sure Gryffindor’s would be terrified of exams? They’re extremely important, you know.” Merlin, she was starting to live up to her Ravenclaw expectations and caring way too much about exams. Yet they were important. Extremely so. The transformation of Spencer’s attitude didn’t shock Madison like it used to have done. Spencer muttered something that sounded an awful lot like 'fuck’ under his breath, shocking Madison entirely. “Is everything alright, Spencer?” She asked, her tone a lot softer and sympathetic than before. She wondered what she had done to trigger his change of attitude this time. Was her hair looking awful, with the wind rushing through it? She felt it nervously, unsure of what else to do. So, perhaps admitting to Spencer about her confusion regarding her future wasn’t the best idea, of course. He seemed so sure of his, however, while she lay uncertain– there were many paths she needed to consider, none of which she could make up her mind about. Shaking her head, she answered, “Not at all. There’s no rush, though.” She was, however, glad to hear that he had let the skinny dipping conversation drop. That wasn’t something she enjoyed talking about at all. “Okay, so maybe I am pretty weird. Why is that a bad thing?” She defended herself shrugging lightly. The insults towards Channing Tatum made her pout slightly, nonetheless. “His face is awesome, shut up!” She snapped, grinning. Gosh, she couldn’t understand how anyone could not like his face? Did Spencer have that awful of a taste? …Wait, Spencer had abs? What? Since when did he have abs? Her eyes automatically travelled to his chest, and she raised an eyebrow skeptically. She was teasing, of course. She shrugged, her body expressions stiffening as he questioned what she didn’t want to answer. Stubbornly, she shook her head and turned away from him. She couldn’t answer. She didn’t want to. She couldn’t. That was until he took steps closer to her and she breathed in sharply. Frick. Her heart was racing at how close he was to her an it was stopping her from actually thinking straight. Dkaksksksk. “What? No. It’s not you.” She stuttered over her words, not even convincing herself as she spoke. She couldn’t admit it, even now. Perhaps how her face had gone a crimson shade and how her heart was hammering against her chest would give it away. She hoped not, nonetheless.

Spencer had to force himself to look anywhere but Madison, licking his lips nervously. It was a bad habit of his and the reason his mother could usually tell he was lying. That and apparently he had a habit of looking around nervously, which he realized he was doing at the moment. He cursed under his breath and met Madison’s eyes, keeping his face neutral. “I’m not a Ravenclaw. My biggest focus isn’t how many O’s I get.” Not that he really expected to get any, but he definitely wasn’t that worried about his grades. “I’m not terrified.” He reiterated, knowing his voice was probably a little more forceful than it should be. He didn’t really need - or want - Madison stomping off again. It seemed to be something she did any time he even remotely raised his voice at her. Spencer almost swore again when he realized Madison had heard what he had muttered underneath his breath but he resisted the urge. He didn’t need her looking at him like he needed to spend a stint at St. Mungo’s. It’d be funny to have one of the oddest people at the castle think he was crazy - no, scratch that, it wouldn’t be funny at all. The last thing he needed was Madison looking at him with concerned eyes and talking to him in low, worried tones. He’d rather claw his eyes out than deal with that. “I know you’re allergic to swearing but usually when people do it, it doesn’t mean anything bad.” He snapped, looking around for some excuse for his swearing. “I thought something had crawled on my foot.” The lie was a weak one at best but hopefully she wouldn’t notice that. “Yeah, whatever, I guess you have time.” He didn’t really care about Madison’s preoccupation over a future career path. It wasn’t his issue and it wasn’t like she wouldn’t find something to do. And they were only 4th years - well, soon to be 5th years. “It really isn’t, but I accept you have terrible taste.” Spencer teased lightly, his face falling into a frown when he realized her giving him a skeptical eye at his ab comment. “Oh, Merlin.” He muttered, this time loud enough for her to hear. “I do have abs!” He protested, not caring if he sounded like an idiot. He was proud of his body. He removed his dress robes, tossing them carelessly on the ground and pulled his dress shirt out of his pants, showing her his stomach. His mother was probably going to yell at him for getting his clothes wrinkled but he didn’t care. Of course Madison would be the one person who didn’t appreciate his body. Spencer smirked as Madison stuttered over her “not you” and turned red. He couldn’t resist the urge to move closer to her, cupping her chin in oddly gentle hands and lifting her face up to look at him. “Not me, huh?” He murmured softly, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “So you wouldn’t mind that I’m this close to you?” He definitely minded being this close to her. He should be disgusted, Madison wasn’t his type. But his heart hammered anyways. “You wouldn’t like if I kissed you then?” He leaned forward, his lips inches from hers, flashing back to her birthday party. He was tempted to back away now, tell her if was all a cruel joke. He definitely didn’t want to kiss Madison. But it would be so easy to lean an inch forward and kiss her. “Do you want me to kiss you, Madison?” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, as his eyes met hers again. Why was he even asking? Maybe he had drank too much punch. That had to be the reason he was standing this close to Madison McCarthy and debating kissing her.

Madison could see that he was avoiding her gaze, and for some reason that irritated her. She didn’t know why he wasn’t looking at her. The licking of his lips made her wonder if he was keeping anything from her. If, perhaps, he was lying. Would he really lie to her? The way his eyes kept darting around, almost as if he could barely stand the sight of her, confirmed her thoughts. Dang. “Oh come on, Spencer,” She groaned, rolling her eyes across at him. Why was he so stuck on the stereotypical vision of Ravenclaws? “That’s not our biggest focus, you know.” He repeated that he wasn’t terrified once again, which she didn’t believe for one second. Why should she believe him when he was acting so strange towards her? The force in his voice and his face expression proved otherwise. Madison wasn’t an idiot. Swearing wasn’t something Madison liked doing. It was rude, and impolite, and her parents– when they were around, anyway– had always told her that swearing was only to be done when it was necessary. This wasn’t necessary. “Then why did you randomly swear, then? It’s a little odd.” The excuse that Spencer gave her was absolutely awful. Had she not taught him anything during their brief friendship? Imagination was vital, and he didn’t seem to have any, with the excuse he just gave her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, or to smirk. That’d only annoy him further. She decided to drop the subject about her future plans; after all, she’d only ever spoken to Mason about this. Never anyone else. It wasn’t like Spencer even cared. Or she supposed he didn’t. His irritation, however, about her skeptically looking at him, made her chuckle and grin at him. “Oh, you do?” She teased, her grin widening. That was until he removed his dress robes and her eyes widened. Was he really doing this? Really?! Madison was convinced Spencer had gone absolutely mad. She was only teasing, of course. “Okay, okay, I get it.” She answered, rolling her eyes. Spencer’s smirk, however, removed her grin, and she felt her face heating up again. Nerves swelled up and she found herself breathing heavily, in short and sharp gasps. Dang, she was going to feint if he kept this up. When Spencer cupped her chin, Madison bit down on her lower lip, trying to avoid his eye contact. She was looking anywhere else but at him, however difficult it was. He was so close to her that she felt intoxicated by him, dizziness overwhelming her. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. She needed to get away from Spencer before she did something she would be regretting. Her mind flashed back to her birthday party, the music hammering into her ears as she remembered what had happened. Yet when her eyes met his– Well, fuck, she didn’t know what else to think. “N-No…” She didn’t help it. She couldn’t help but lie when the truth terrified her.

Spencer couldn’t help but meet Madison’s eyes in surprise at the sound of her voice. He rarely ever heard her get annoyed at him so it always surprised him when she did. It seemed like they either got along or at each other’s throats. Simple annoyance, it was new, and not exactly the worst thing. “C'mon? C'mon what? Way to be vague, McCarthy.” He scoffed, looking down at the ground as he did so. His foot wore a path idly in the dirt, still not meeting her eyes. He couldn’t explain why he was looking away. It wasn’t like there was anything about Madison to be nervous about. But part of him couldn’t help but wonder if she’d know exactly what he was thinking if he looked her in the eyes. Madison was way too good with people. “Grades and being number one is totally the biggest focus of Ravenclaws. Don’t you guys go on all the time but how amazing and smart you are? How much you’ve contributed to the wizarding world, yada yada yada.” He didn’t really pay attention when most of the Ravenclaws started talking about how great they were. Most of the time Madison didn’t do that, even if she could be self congratulatory at times, but he had always considered the Ravenclaws to be as stuck up about how smart they were, just like everyone assumed Gryffindors were stuck on being brave, Hufflepuffs were stuck on loving everyone and Slytherins were stuck on having sticks up their asses. It was just how the houses worked and no matter how much denying Madison did, it wouldn’t change his opinion. He knew immediately that Madison didn’t believe him and that annoyed him. He knew he wasn’t the best liar, but he didn’t think he was that bad. Apparently Madison didn’t agree. “What?” He demanded, a scowl firmly placed on his face and his arms crossed. He knew he was being defensive again but he didn’t like feeling laughed at and he felt like Madison was definitely about to start laughing. Spencer knew he had the upper hand when her eyes widened and the grin was wiped from her face. He was not up for her disbelieving him about his abs. “Does this mean you don’t want to see me shirtless?” He teased, his smirk growing wider. He definitely didn’t mind making Madison uncomfortable. He put his shirt down though, not exactly ready to strip naked so late on castle grounds. That would definitely look pretty sketchy and he didn’t need Mason thinking he was seducing his sister or something. He couldn’t help but be confused about Madison’s reaction. It was obvious that being this close to him was doing something, that was the only explanation for her erratic breathing. But she said she didn’t like him. He didn’t know what the truth was. He noticed that she wouldn’t look him in eyes, and he knew something was definitely off. “No?” He asked quietly, pausing for a second to take a deep breath. “You don’t want me to kiss you? Are you sure.” Part of him wanted to kiss her anyways but even if he was an asshole, he didn’t want to kiss her without her permission.

Madison knew the moment that their eyes met that he was lying to her. He was actually lying to her! How rude! It was fairly tempting to just, well, call him out on it, but she didn’t want to. There was obviously a reason for it, and perhaps one day he’d tell her– Well, she knew one day he probably wouldn’t, actually, but a girl could wish, couldn’t she? He was obviously annoyed at her though, again, and she wasn’t surprised. She’d questioned something that no one would have usually questioned, it made perfect sense. “You don’t have to be this tough Gryffindor to me, you know? I’m not an idiot.” She answered matter-of-factually, not bothering to try and get him to look at her again. What was the point? Instead, she looked out ahead of her, taking in Hogwarts– well, as much as she could see, anyway. Letting out a small chuckle, Madison shrugged, not really knowing how to reply to him. Sure, some Ravenclaws were like her described. But that didn’t mean she was. Or she hoped she wasn’t. Friendships and family and love were all major things to her too, not only education and amazingness- even if she was quite amazing. The way he crossed him arms and scowled made her grin again. It amused her how sulky he got. She wasn’t sure why, it just did. “You’re an awful liar.” She stated with a small shrug, his defensive nature not really scaring or putting her off like it used to have done. She was on the verge of laughing, and Madison bit down on her lip to stop herself. It was annoying that Spencer had the upper hand now, though, yet she didn’t mind all that much. After all, she’d just had conformation that Spencer Porter had abs– why would she be complaining??? With flushed cheeks, she chuckled and answered, “Save that for another time when I’m not totally freezing my butt off.” She was going to add that anyone could see them, and they’d probably assume the worst. News flew around the castle rapidly, and she didn’t want anymore rumors about Spencer about her. That’d be awful. His question made her swallow a lump in the back of her throat nervously. Her resistance and self control was slowly wearing away and all too soon she found herself whispering back, “What if I do?” The question gave it away, and she knew that. Yet she didn’t care anymore.

Spencer couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when Madison didn’t call him on his lying. He didn’t really want to deal with that bullshit right now and not having to have a heart to heart discussion while standing on Hogwarts grounds at night was definitely appreciated. It was good to know that even Madison was capable of having common sense. It was a shock, that was to be sure. Madison wouldn’t be the first person he could imagine venting to and he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted that changing any time soon. They weren’t exactly friends after all. “You say that like the 'tough Gryffindor’ thing is an act.” Spencer wasn’t sure if she thought it was an act or not. It wasn’t an act. He was tough. He had been sorted into Gryffindor for a reason. He wasn’t as multitalented as some people. He didn’t have the boring dramatic background half the people in Frog Choir seemed to have. He was an athlete though and he was tough. It was who he was. “Maybe there’s not more for you to see.” He knew he was being stubborn but he didn’t like the idea that Madison was trying to pick him apart. It was irritating. Why couldn’t she just accept that he was who he was and that he wasn’t some happy go lucky person like she was. “No argument?” He asked when she didn’t reply to his Ravenclaw accusation. He expected an argument, part of him had even hoped for one. He didn’t really expect Madison to just shrug. It was disappointing. He wanted at least some sort of reaction. “I’m not that bad of a liar.” He argued, not really wanting to be wrong. Spencer didn’t like losing at things, even if it was something dubious like lying. “Are you saying you’re a good liar?” He couldn’t really imagine Madison lying about something. She was too much of a girl scout. Part of him didn’t like the change between them. She seemed much less nervous around him. The idea that Madison was getting comfortable with him terrified him. “Are you saying you want me to be shirtless around you again?” He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. He didn’t think Madison would want to see him shirtless. He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or displeased by that idea. His heart almost stopped when she asked “What if I do?” He couldn’t be Madison’s crush. That was insane. Maybe she just liked kissing anyone. She had kissed Blaine, after all. That made a lot more sense. “Then I guess I’ll do this.” Before he could stop himself, he leaned down, his lips meeting hers quickly. Kissing Madison was like nothing he had ever expected. It was like his heart was slowing and speeding up at the same time. He couldn’t focus on anything but kissing her for as long as possible, his lips moving against hers. He expected her to push him away or slap him. He expected it at any moment.

Madison noticed his sigh of relief and realised by not questioning him, she’d done the right thing. At least she hoped she had. She at least knew that some sort of a heart to heart wasn’t welcome, and she accepted that. It wasn’t like she wanted to be having a serious conversation right now anyway. While Madison knew that she wouldn’t, and would probably never be the person Spencer would go to with his troubles– she’d like to think that she at least offered. Madison had no idea how many close friends Spencer had and how many of them he actually trusted. A small shrug was her answer to his statement about Gryffindor’s and Spencer’s toughness was an act. She wasn’t sure if she thought it was. “I don’t know, is it?” She questioned, looking across at him and raising an eyebrow. She believed just how tough he was, of course. She’d seen his toughness and bravery before, many times. His Quidditch was on point and she’d seen during their tutoring just how smart he was when he actually tried. His question, or statement, caused her eyebrows to raise again. Was there not more for her to see? Was he really just a pure bully with no other intentions than to pick on people? Of course not. She’d seen on multiple occasions how cool he could be when he actually allowed himself to be. “No argument.” She shook her head, “That doesn’t mean I agree with you, it just means I don’t have the energy to do anything but.” Which was true, she didn’t. She was drained, emotionally and physically and didn’t have the strength to argue. It was a losing game. Maybe Madison saw what others didn’t, and that was why she knew when he was lying. Maybe. She noticed how his eyes batted around nervously, unsure as to what to look at. And she noticed how stiff he became, avoiding any form of eye contact. “Perhaps not. But I know that you’re lying.” Madison knew from the minute Spencer questioned her that he didn’t like losing. It was evident. This was all a game to him– and Madison was clearly winning, which was why he pulled his tantrums, as she called them. “Not at all. I’m awful at lying. Not that I do lie, I find it awful.” That was the truth, for sure. She always felt too awkward to tell anything other than the truth, ever since she was a little girl. There was a definite change between Madison and Spencer; that was evident. She’d gone from fearing him, to most of the time enjoying his company. His view on life amused her and she did believe that behind the exterior he was a really good person. The less naive side of her brain warned her that she was being too innocent, too trusting, but she didn’t care. “I don’t know. Am I?” Madison knew he was surprised by her revelation, almost as if he hadn’t expected it. His view of her as a 'girl scout’ was obviously fading by the minute, and Madison was glad they were finally getting somewhere. Silence hit them both after her question and she could see he was thinking. Her heart slammed violently against her chest as the overwhelming emptiness of words lingered between them. Dang, had she done the wrong thing? That was until he spoke, finally, and before she had a chance to speak, to question or to complain– his lips were on hers and damn, almost immediately she found herself kissing him back. She’d kissed someone before, of course. But this was different, somehow. This wasn’t some stupid kiss with Blaine or Ryder that meant nothing. Butterflies swarmed her stomach as she stopped thinking about everything else flooding her mind. Everything else seemed irrelevant.

Spencer paused for a moment, not sure if he knew exactly how to answer Madison. Did she want him to say it was an act? It wasn’t an act, so he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to say. Well, at least he was positive it wasn’t an act. He might not be brave all the time - or well, about certain things, but that didn’t mean it was an act. No one was brave all the time, he reasoned. It took him a moment to realize that he was having an argument with himself and not answering Madison. “No, it isn’t.” Spencer finally answered, shaking his head. She didn’t need to know that sometimes he doubted his confidence. He didn’t know how Madison would take that. For all he knew, she would look at him differently and he didn’t know how he’d feel about that. The idea of Madison looking at him differently bugged him and it made no sense why. He shouldn’t care what she thought of him. He was sure she didn’t care what he thought of her. He met her raised eyebrows with a blank stare, not sure what to say. Maybe he wasn’t good at this vulnerable stuff but the idea of Madison seeing the vulnerable parts of himself, it was just freaky. “I thought you’d love to prove yourself right.” He really thought she’d have some sort of 10 minute argument on why he was stereotyping Ravenclaws. “But yeah, whatever, it doesn’t matter.” He didn’t really care if she argued or not. He looked back at the castle, wondering idly if they’d lock the doors and they’d be stuck here until morning. “Think what you want.” He finally answered gruffly, not really wanting to banter with her anymore on whether or not he was lying. He was sure that it’d just give her more reason to believe he was lying to her. “Of course you are.” He muttered under his breath, not surprised at either statement. She was a girl scout after all. It’d be totally her thing to hate lying of any type. Spencer shot her an amused smirk, impressed by how forward Madison was being despite himself. “I mean, I’m always willing to show any part you want to see off.” He patted his arm, flexing his muscle as he did so. He knew it was somewhat cheesy, but he was proud of his body, damn it. He couldn’t help but he surprised when Madison kissed him back. This had to be a dream, though a surprisingly good one. He pulled her closer to him, his hands moving from her chin to her waist as he continued to kiss her. He was pretty certain he never wanted to stop kissing Madison and that thought terrified him. Finally he pulled away slightly, biting gently on her bottom lip as he did so. He knew his breathing was labored but he didn’t really care at the moment what she thought.

Madison watched as the oh-so-great silence settled between them both. Great, she thought to herself. She could tell he was thinking, she knew that much. What was he thinking about? And why on earth did she care? Instead of just staring at him as she waited for a reply, Madison turned her head away from his and turned to watch the lake. Something about how peaceful it was reminded her that regardless of what happened between Spencer and herself, nothing would change. The lake would still make gentle soothing noises and Piers would still make snarky posts on Tumblr. The world would move on in its own twisted way and leave Madison and Spencer to deal with the aftermath. Madison grinned as he flexed his muscles, “I’ll totally bear that in mind.” She answered, looking back over at Spencer, before drifting back into her thoughts again. She knew he was talking, the muse of his voice was vaguely heard as thoughts flooded through her mind. The thought of Spencer actually agreeing to show her any 'part’ nerved Madison– what did that even mean? It felt almost as if the entirety of Madison’s body was on fire, almost like a million different fireworks shooting off into the sky, all of which going in different directions. She was too engaged in the kiss that anything else that should have been running through her mind, didn’t. Her mind was blank yet full of racing thoughts all at once while her heart was steadily crashing against her chest. Merlin. Was this even healthy? Did everyone experience this? It was Wild and crazy and intoxicating and insanely amazing mixed into one and Madison couldn’t help but feel dizzy. She took his hands moving to her waist as an invitation to interlock one hand in his hair, running through it. She didn’t even care if she was a little rough. Damn. What was happening to her? When he finally pulled away, Madison stared blankly, trying to think clearly. A moment passed, settled for much longer than a moment should do, and then passed again. And my God was Madison scared. “I-” she choked out, finding herself stuttering over her words. “I should go…” She muttered.

Spencer didn’t say anything, allowing the silence to drift over them. He had a feeling that Madison was trying to figure out what he was thinking and he didn’t really care. She could try to dissect him all she wanted, that wouldn’t mean she’d succeed at doing so. Even if sometimes she was scarily good at doing it. It seemed like forever until they spoke again, to the point where he wondered if they would say anything at all before they entered the castle and went their separate ways. “Good.” He said simply with a nod, wondering if he wanted her to actually bear that in mind or if he meant it as a joke. It was probably a bit of both if he cared to actually admitted it. Spencer was pretty sure he wanted to kiss Madison again and again until she forgot her name and the only one she remembered was his. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his mouth as her hands tangled roughly in his hair. Madison was a lot rougher than he expected her to be but he was pretty sure he liked it a lot. He stared at her as she stared at him waiting for her reaction. For all he knew, she thought that was a terrible kiss. He could just look down into her green eyes as she managed to choke out words. He ignored the sinking feeling in his chest as she said she had to go. “Yeah, it’s late.” He finally managed to get out, stepping back from her, his hands unclasping from her waist. He was torn between wanting to kiss her again and never wanting to kiss her ever again. It was an incredibly confusing feeling. “Do you want me to walk you back?” He wanted to be as far away from her as possible. If he forgot he kissed Madison McCarthy, he would have no problem with it. The kiss was amazing and the biggest mistake he had ever made. He didn’t know why he had been so dumb to kiss Madison. He didn’t know why she was so dumb to kiss back.

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