#okay fr I need to do homework tonight to finish this course

[curiosity-killed]

Haunted and tormented by the absence of my keys

[birth-fic-lover]

A snowstorm baby

For Kim it has been the coldest winter she had exprenced for a long time, she cursed herself for staying in this old flat. It’s single glased windows held no heat and the boiler was always breaking, it happened once again one day as she was getting ready to pick her daughter Mia up from school. Kim called the plummer, but unfortunatly she couldn’t get here till tomorow. 

As Kim walked she worried what she would say to her daughter, there was snow due and she didn’t want her daughter to get ill from the cold. As Kim waited for the kids to be let out she saw Alexia, the mother of her daughters best friend. Kim had known her since the girls started school together, they had natrally got on like a house on fire. Kim actualy didn’t mind picking her daughter up from Alexia’s house for playdates or when took forever to get ready as her and Alexia had some great chats about life.

Alexia is the known lesbain but Kim never see’s her part of any of the school’s LGBTQ+ groups or with a partner, which some may find suprising considering she has a daughter and was also heavly pregnant at the moment. As they waited they casualy chatted, Kim decided not to metion about there lack of hot water. She didn’t want Alexia to feel like she has to take her and her daughter Mia in, especally in Alexia’s condision. 

Alexia stroked her mountious belly as the children were releaced into the playground, “have a good evening” Alexia said.

As Mia joined Kim, she explained that the hot water was out again this evening. “Oh no” Mia said loudly “but what about my shower? I don’t wanna be all wrapped up all evening!”

Kim was about to reason with her when Mia’s best friend ran over to ask about the homework, of course little girls beimg little girls Mia instead told her best friend about the heating who ran to her mummy. Alexia then came over, “would you like me to take Mia for the evening? She’s due a sleepover at mine anyway, it may be her last chance to sleep at my house for a while”. Alexia held her belly as if to highlight the reason why.

Kim felt bad but Alexia made a good point, “well if it’s no trouble. You take the girls, I’ll drop by with Mia’s stuff.”

The girls cheered and Kim smiled to herself, she was glad her daughter wouldn’t be suffering tonight afterall. She put together a bag with a fresh uniform for the next day, as well as wash stuff and pj’s. She decided she would sort herself out once she returned home.

When Kim rang the doorbell she was greeted by Alexia who was covered in little flour handprints all over her belly, she just laughed. “Come on in, the girls were making mini pizzas and as you can see they got distracted when the baby kicked.”

Kim couldn’t help but smile, “I should get going, I still need to make dinner for myself and wanna get home before the snow gets thick”. It had been snowing since she had left her house with Mia’s belongings.

“I was thinking about it and you might as well stay over too, save you having to come back here. We all just got an email, school is closed tomorow as the snow is going to be so heavy. I’ll be honest I’d be suprised if your plummer comes tomorrow”.

Kim was tempted, “I’d have to go all the way back for...”

“You can borrow some of my stuff, you look like my size.. pre pregnancy of couse. It will be nice for that stuff to be used again haha” Alexia said winning Kim over.

“Okay, okay you win” Kim said coming inside, she joined the girls who were eatting there pizzas. Mia enjoyed her evening having a sleepover whilst Kim and Alexia had a nice pasta dish and chat, both single parents apprecated the grown up time. “I assume I’m in the guest room like I was for new years?” kim asked before blushing, that new years had been fun. The girls enjoyed counting down and Kim had been taken aback when Alexia gave her a bit more then a peck on the lips but never questioned it. 

“Oh unfortunately this little guy has already moved his stuff into that room, but you don’t mind bunking in with me do you? I don’t have any spare blanket and anyway you don’t wanna be on the sofa” Alexia said smiling.

Kim nodded and maybe it was her imagination but at that point it seemed to be Alexia goal to get the girls washed, teeth brushed, story read and tucked in for the night. Soon we were sitting on top of the covers of Alexia’s bed watching tv, Kim was suprised how normal it felt. It was so nice as Kim would occationally watch Alexia’s shirt ride up as she lazy rubbed her globe like belly, at one point Alexia caught her and smiled. “Sorry, this time of night I love how calm he is. Have a feel” she offered Kim, “He will spend the rest of the night wide awake keeping me up with him”.

Kim hesitated and Alexia not wanting to push the matter continued talking, “I can now feel the head right in my pelvis, makes climbing those stairs”. To Alexia’s suprise Kim nodded and found herself rubing Alexia’s low hanging belly gently. At first running her hand along the bottom, then slowly pushing her fingers back up along the top near her breasts. She stopped as she realised what she was doing, this was not meant to be getting aroused as she felt for the baby. But to Kim’s suprised Alexia said softly “oooohhh that really felt lovely”, Kim suposed both of them must not get much attention. 

Kim was right, Alexia practically had to hold in a moan of delight. She hadn’t been touched for so long, so just that touch made her nipples became hard beneath her maternity bra. When she noticed they had risen and could be seen though her shirt Alexia then got up to use the bathroom. 

She got changed and on her way back passed Kim some clothes to sleep in, as she goes and gets changed in the bathroom Kim takes the chance to take a breather. She knows that she has always classed herself as straight but she can’t stop thinking about Alexia, but she assumes that Alexia wouldn’t be sharing these feelings. Alexia has a daughter and a unborn child to think of, Kim has her daughter. Kim puts the soft nightdress on, she is suprised that Alexia would pick this for her. 

As Alexia waited for Kim to return she felt an as an odd sensation within her womb, but she put that down to the arousal she was feeling for Kim. She knew that Kim was a forbidden fruit and she knew better the to go after a straight girl, but this was all just a bit of fun. She couldn't help image those were blushes of attraction.

While in the bathroom Kim notices all the birthing supplies, from the look of it Alexia was having a home birth. Even a clamp for the cord and a at home fetal heart monitor. Kim tried to remember how far along Alexia was, would she be due soon?

But as she joins Alexia in the bedroom Alexia seems to be taking her all in, before hiding her glance and looking down. Alexia turns off the light as soon as Kim is in the bed, after a moment she asks “mind if I remove my nightdress, I’m not used to all this body heat in my bed” dispite it being the middle of winter.

Kim is glad for the darkness as she blushes, “of couse, this is your home”.

Alexia clicked her lamp on and took off her clothes, Kim couldn’t help rolling over so she could catch a glance of Alexia’s naked chest. Her firm milkfilled breasts hung from from her chest like 2 ripe fruits, her nipples were erect Kim assumed from the slight chill in the air. Without any clothes Kim could see her orb like belly in it’s full glory, she thought about the donor who didn’t even know how lucky he was to have such a beautful woman carrying his seed.

Kim then wondered if it was an anonymos donor or someone Alexia knew, maybe Alexia used the same donor as last time. Suddenly Kim was wracking her brain to work out if Alexia ever mentioned using a known donor or not. But then Kim caught herself not liking how much she suddenly cared. 

Still she found herself watching the rise and fall of Alexia's breasts, she had forgotten to rub lotion over the curve of her bump so was now doing so. Kim wondered if Alexia knew what she was doing to Kim as she feely lay there naked stroking her soft skin. As Kim shuffled she realised she was wet between her legs, again she blushed. 

She looked over and Kim saw hard her nipples were, she wondered if it ment Alexia was aroused too. "You don't have to be embarrassed" Alexia said "we don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you would like to have a bit of fun... then".

"I can't" Kim said "I don't want things to get awkward if I'm.... I don't want the girls to not be affected by my.."

"Relax Kim, it's a snow day. A one off day, I know that because we are not used to the snow we may find it an exciting adventure and I won't judge how you play in the snow". 

As she finished talking Alexia felt a tightening inside her womb stronger then before, but just wrote it off as a braxton hick. She thought about telling Kim but just then Kim sighed,"what if I don't want it to be a one off?"

Alexia leaned over and kissed Kim on the lips, "why don't we see how you feel after the snow day before you think about moving to colder climates."

"Stop saying your snow when you are actually so hot" Kim said before kissing Alexia, both ladies slid down the head board and Alexia lay on the mattress Kim on top. They passionately kissed, Kim's free hand exploring Alexia's belly. The baby kicked against Kim's palm, awoken by it's mothers racing heart. Kim's hands explore further down the sides of her body, stroking her butt there breasts pressed against each other. As they sat up Alexia removed Kim's nightdress, then moved her hand downwards. "Oh wow you were wet".

"Yes" Kim whispers "I'm wet for you". She started kissing her neck then down to her heavy sensitive breasts, she slipped her lips over one of her nipples. Alexia let out a soft moan, spurred on Kim swelled her tounge around. Whilst she put her hand over the other breast squeezing the nipple between 2 fingers and pulling at it. Kim found it wonderful she swapped to the other breast, Alexia's moans increased.

After a while she moved her mouth away from her breast, Kim started kissing her way down to her belly. She made a fuss of Alexia knowing that she would appreciate soft kisses across her gravid belly. "I thought this belly would make me less sexy" Alexia moaned, "but thats certainly not the case".

In response Kim slide her hand down and started to stroke Alexia's folds, she then slide a finger tip inside her. "May I?" Kim asked.

"Ohhh" Alexia moaned "you may". Kim then slide two fingers inside, she had always had a fantasy of pleasuring a woman the way she had never been. She started pumping slowly at first, then sped up feeling Alexia’s inner walls react. "Ohhhhh" Alexia moans holding her belly. "No no carry on, it's just been so long" Alexa reassured. But she felt the tightening again, she knew it wasn’t a ushal sensation for her. But this may be her only chance and tried to hide the ache she felt.

"I could always use my mouth?" Kim offered lowering her head and licking and sucking her clit, Alexia moaned and her hips thrusted along her breasts beating her belly like a drum with each thrust that Kim's fingers were still doing. Both ladies felt Alexia building up, her walls contracted and she gave a long moan her belly hardening as she came.

As Kim removed her fingers Alexia pulled her closer still on her back, she held Kim close no words spoken between them. Alexia put her hand on her belly, Kim joined in caressing the mountain that was now her belly. It was so full of life, she knew it shouldn’t but it turned her on. “Do you want me to...” Alexia started to offer but Kim shook her head, all this was turning her on enough. Alexia caught on and said “do you want to feel me down there again?”

Kim didn’t need to be asked twice, she slipped her hand between Alexia’s thighs reached down and began massaging the clit slowly but with lots of pressure this time.

"Gaaaaaah hoo hoo" she moaned unsure if it was from the plesure or another tightening, her breasts rise and fall as she tries not to explode from the sesations. But then suddenly the sensation grew into something worse and a contraction gripped her hard. “Gaaahhhhhhhh ohhh stop stop” she said cluching her belly. 

“Oh my god are you okay? Did your waters break?” Kim asked looking for fluid.

“No hoo hoo but I’m in labour” she still felt the pain, Kim held her until Alexia relaxed, she remebered that Alexia had looked like she was having a homebirth from the stuff in the bathroom.

"Do you want to call your midwife?" Kim asked her. Alexia nodded and Kim got her phone to her, but the snow had got heavyer. Alexia could tell that her midwife was doubtful she could make it, and said she should go to the hospital once she was more dilated. 

Alexia agreed but knew she wasn’t going anywhere, the snow wasn’t safe to drive in. Plus she wanted a homebirth, so that was what was going to happen. She climbed off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, Kim followed "is there anyone you want to call, I’m happy to watch your daughter.”

“Let the girls sleep, hopefully when they awake there will be a new member of the household to enjoy” Alexia said as she started filling up the birthing pool she had already set up in her on suite bathroom.

“You’re not thinking of doing it by yourself?” Kim asked wondering how much she could convince Alexia this wasn’t wise.

“My midwife won’t come because it’s not safe on the roads and it’s gonna take forever, I’m not risking my unborn child by going outside” Alexia said simply. She wondered how much Kim would fight her, but Kim seemed to just take a second and then started helping her set up and fill the pool.

Alexia then felt her next contraction, she tried to hold it in not wanting to wake the children. “What do you need?” Kim asked both about the pool and the pain Alexia was in.

“Gaah just stay by my side” she said reaching out to her, Kim was more then happy to do so. Over the next 2 hours Alexia contractions got worse, but Kim was there holding her and swaying the pain away when needed. 

“Who would of been here if I wasn’t?” Kim asked couriously.

“The midwife, I kinda only have my daughter and my son when he arrives” she said softly, Alexia rubbed her belly whilst Kim was silent. She started to sway again trying to get the pressure off her hips, but then her grip on Kim tightened her other hand supporting her belly. “Naaaaggggghhhhh hee heee naaaaaghhhhhh” she groaned as her contractions were getting more intense, she just wanted to start pushing. 

Alexia’s laboring belly was so tight, it looked like it was about to burst. Kim was shocked how watching Alexia go though such a moment made her so attractive, but she was so powerful going though this without even gas and air.

Alexia found herself wanting to sqaut, Kim got on her knees to join her. Alexa’s belly hung low, heavy with her unborn child who’s head was pressed right upto the entrance to Alexia’s birth canal. Alexia could feel it, she checked her dilation wishing her water would break soon. “I’m at 8cm, 2 more till I can push”. But the sqauting did help at least.

Kim held her, “your my hero, I was a wussy when my mia was born”.

“hooooo I bet you were” Alexia teesed as a contraction hit and she held onto Kim. She then finally felt the pop she had been waiting for and her water broke, as the fluid hit the floor she felt the urge to push. “Naaagggghhhhhhhh” she moaned, she was not wasting any time.

“Should I help you in the pool?” Kim asked, but Alexia ignored her. As she pushed she felt the head begin to move down into the birth canal easily. She could tell here body was ready to eject her son. 

“I can’t move outta this sqaut” Alexia said once the contraction was over. Kim nodded and comforted her, until Alexia felt the urge to push again. “NAAAGGGGHHHH” Alexia moaned loudly, she was glad they had closed the door to both the bedroom and the en suite so hopefully they wouldn’t wake the girls. As she pushed Alexia felt herself progressing, she spread her legs wider to componsate for her son being fully in her birthcanal.

Kim moved her position so she would be able to guide the baby out, on Alexia’s next push her folds parted and a tear drop gap was present. As the baby decended out of her Alexia was sure this baby dispite being early was huge, she felt the buldge between her legs growing. “Gaaaahhhh nnnaaaggghhh” she moaned as the baby crowned, she thought she was going to die from the pain. “ohhh god OHHHH I’m so scared”.

“No you got this Alexia, come on you are so close” Kim encoraged, and with that Alexia kept pushing till the head popped out. Kim thought she was going to rest but Alexia kept pushing till the shoulders popped out and the baby felt into her hands.

But at first the child didn’t cry, Kim saw the cord round his neck, with quick shaking hand she removed the cord from her neck. The colour flooded back into the baby’s face, then he let out a cry. Alexia put the baby though her legs and onto her deflated belly. She looked up at Kim and something in them both knew this wouldn’t be the first birth they would expreience together.

[jjbaconsumedmysoul]

I will love you forever and ever if you make a Giorno x Reader x Mista of them having a really cute date night like karaoke together?? I just??? Love my bois so much!!?! ❤️❤️

OOF. My heart can’t take this. It took a loooong time but it has arrived!!!

Giorno X Reader X Mista ! Karaoke

Of course it had been Mista’s idea to take you two out on a surprise date: Giorno had been so preoccupied with running the gang and you had been so preoccupied with your other work. On the days leading up to the planned night out, Mista has been constantly whining over your shoulder as you scribbled down notes and pored over your textbooks. Apparently he had been just as much of an annoyance to Giorno while he was trying to file his paperwork and get all of Passione’s future plans in order. But you didn’t exactly mind the clingyness, even if it was a bit distracting…

He nuzzled into your neck as you scanned your eye over tonight’s homework. Giorno had been adamant that you still continue your education despite being a lethal member of the most powerful gang in Italy. You bit your lip as you thought: carry the one, subtract both sides by x, then were you supposed to derive—

You sighed as you felt soft kisses on your neck.

“M-Mista,�� You practically shuddered, your squeamish reaction only fuelling his desire as his hands slid down around your waist.

“Amore…” he moaned into your neck as you wriggled in his grasp.

“Mistaaa,” You whined, “Dammit, you know I love you, but I have to do my work!” He kissed your warm cheek before chuckling.

“Don’t mind me then,” his fingers played with the hem of your shirt. You gasped, catching them before they could start drawing soft circles on your skin; as soon as he touched you like that you wouldn’t be able to resist.

“God, babe, you know you drive me crazy,” he sighed and pouted at your refusal to entertain his advances, “just let me finish this first,” you intertwined your fingers in his as you brought the back of his hand to your lips. “Then we can cuddle all you want.” He perked up at the thought of holding adorable little you in his arms night, suddenly grabbing you by the cheeks and turning your head to place a quick kiss on your lips as he smiled.

“Well then, you’d better keep that promise!” He was about skip out of the room gleefully when he paused. He turned to face you again, a conflicted expression painted on his usually cheery face. “Do you think Giorno’s still gonna come out tomorrow night? I mean, he’s been so consumed with his work…” you sighed as you closed the textbook; it was true you three hadn’t had a fun night out together in a while, but he seemed so serious lately, so focused on Passione. It was really taking a toll on him…

You finally cracked a smile.

“He can’t say no to the both of us,” Mista grinned as he winked at you.

“You’re right, he can’t resist that cute little face of yours,” you blushed and looked away, dammit he was such a flirt.

“You’re pretty cute too, you know…” your voice was soft as you bashfully returned the compliment. He rubbed his neck shyly, biting his lip as his eyelashes fluttered. You noticed his face growing red.

“You know, I bet I’d look a lot cuter without—”

“Mista! Later!”

Mista held your hand tight as you knocked shyly on the office door.

“Gio?”

His voice was muffled, but still silken and seductive as always:

“Come in,”

The heavy wooden door creaked open as you peered into the room. He was hunched over his desk as usual, not even looking up at you as he muttered a small “Ciao, amore mio.” Flipping a page and inspecting the writing on the back. Mista immediately stepped past you through the door frame, making a beeline towards Giorno’s desk.

“Amori miei, you mean!” Mista lunged for the stack of papers, but just in time, Giorno’s cat like reflexes kicked in and he pulled them out of his grasp. Mista practically climbed on top of him as he reached for the documents held just out of range by Giorno’s long arm.You giggled as you closed the door behind you, walking up to sit on the front of the antique mahogany desk as the two continued bickering.

“You need a break!”

“Mista, we’re very busy right now,”

You should probably interrupt before this turned into a full on argument…

“It’s Saturday night!”

“Well I don’t have time for weekends–”

“Gio?” you cut in hesitantly. Both men turned to look at you. “I mean,” you ran your fingers through your hair as you smiled softly, “You did promise,” Giorno sighed as he stood up from his chair, and Mista seized the opportunity to grab the papers from him, but it didn’t seem to matter Gio anymore. He circled the desk to grab both your hands in his, kissing your fingers softly; he loved you and Mista both, but in different ways. He was much more gentle with you.

“Tesoro, I know i promised you yesterday but things came up, and–”

Mista butted in.

“You said that last week,” surprisingly, Giorno chuckled in reply:

“I suppose I did.”

“Giorno” You cupped his soft cheek as you gazed into those beautiful aquamarine eyes that had captured your heart so long ago “It’ll be one night, okay?” Your voice was soft, and his stern expression began to melt. “You need to relax a bit. It’ll be fun.” You smiled cheerfully as Giorno rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. Finally, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

“I can’t say no to the both of you.”

Mista had grunted in appreciation as you stepped out of your room in that night’s outfit. You blushed furiously, a bit embarrassed about the designer set Giorno had bought you several weeks ago. It might have shown a bit too much skin, and you weren’t exactly sure if it was flattering (you weren’t sure if anything was flattering on you) but nonetheless…

“You look gorgeous, mia carina,” you giggled as you walked up to Giorno, slipping your hands up his broad chest and around his neck as you gazed into his eyes bashfully.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” He smiled slyly, suddenly snaking his arms around your waist and giving you a quick, chaste kiss. His lips were always so soft and his touches so tender, compared to how Mista could be so rough and passionate with you. You heard the latter man whining from behind; in addition to passionate, he could get a bit jealous as well…

. Mista took the initiative, pulling him into a hug from behind. You felt his warm chest press against your back as he placed his hands on Giorno’s hips, both men now circling you in a tight embrace. Mista planted a quick kiss on the corner of Giorno’s mouth before shifting his focus to you, trailing his lips down your jaw. You leaned your head onto his as he nuzzled into your neck, hugging you and Gio even tighter as he whispered against your blushing skin:

“God, I’m so lucky to have you two…”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you removed one hand from Giorno’s firm chest, instead running your fingers underneath Mista’s cap and through his short curly hair. Giorno looked at you lovingly as he whispered.

“I feel exactly the same way,” Giorno smiled down at you, his cheeks slightly pink. “It’ll be nice to get out and have fun together, although” he looked over your shoulder at Mista “It probably won’t be exactly my idea of a romantic night out–”

“Aww, come on, you don’t even know where we’re going” Mista chuckled. “You guys are gonna love it!”

“Seriously, Mista,” You chimed in. “Where are you even taking us?”

“IT’S KARAOKE NIGHT BABY!”

The bar was fairly loud, and colourful lasers and strobe light flashed in the dark. As soon as you three (well, as soon as Don Giovanna entered) the small crowd of patrons grew hushed, knowing of the golden haired man’s reputation. But he shrugged it off as he  confidently led three you to the bar: one arm resting around your waist, the other holding Mista’s hand in his.

“Drinks are on me, tesori miei, what would you like?”

“Aww, babe, you don’t have to!” Mista laughed bashfully, though his forced laughter was obvious; he was by no means denying the offer. Giorno smirked knowingly, letting go of Mista’s hand and instead placing his gentle fingers on your cheek. His face was much too close to yours, considering you were in a public space, as he spoke in that seductive, silken voice.

“Well then, (y/n), cara mia, would you like—”

“No fair! No take backs Giorno!” your blond boyfriend laughed softly as Mista stole back the hand he had been holding moments earlier and began to order drinks. You, however, were taking in the scenery:

You weren’t opposed to dancing as long as it was with the two of them. Mista had swept you off of your feet and onto the dance floor on your third date together, and it had honestly been one of the best nights of your life with that stupid sexy idiot trying his hardest to impress you with his limited skill set. Then you saw the stage, the spinning disco ball and the microphone. Giorno handed you a drink, and you and he took a slow sip while mista practically downed his cocktail in a single gulp.

“Are you sure about this Mista?” He flashed a grin at you.

“’Course I am! I just wanna show my sweet babes how much I love them!” He kissed your cheek as he set down his now empty glass. This was going to be a wild night…

They three of you chatted and flirted for a while as you finished your drinks. Giorno and you were a bit apprehensive about the whole thing, but your loveable idiot assured you that it was no big deal, he’d been there many times before (You really wanted to ask how he’d found his way into a flashy underground karaoke bar like this, but you saved that question for later).

The the crowd had seemed to calm down, and there was a lull in the music as several groups left the bar. Mista stood from where he was perched at the bar, cracking his knuckles as a smirk spread across his face.

“Now, let’s get the real party started.” He grabbed both of you hands as he led you to the front of the stage. Although this was a sweet idea on Mista’s part, you were still a bit nervous about umm… singing in front of dozens of people. Or, even worse: your beautiful boyfriends serenading you in front of dozens of people. Giorno chuckled nervously.

“Mista, what exactly do you expect us to do?” He received a wink in reply as your brunette boyfriend squeezed both your hands reassuringly.

“Watch and learn, bello mio.” He leapt up to the stage in two quick steps, almost knocking himself off balance, before he began perusing the catalog of songs. You smiled, your heart warming, as his cute nose squished up and his brow furrowed in concentration. Finally his face lit up, but before he pressed play, he grabbed your waist firmly.

“Mista, what are you—”

You gasped, your heart fluttering and your hands instinctively gripping his large biceps for support, as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground, setting you in the stage and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You could feel the heat radiating from your reddened face as he gave you a wink.

“This one’s for you, gorgeous!” You blushed, feeling all eyes in the room upon you and Mista as he grasped the microphone. You looked down at Giorno pleadingly, but he only raised his arms in defeat, clearly glad not to be the one on the stage right now.

“Ladies first!” You bit your lip nervously as your eyes flashed to that stupidly charming man in the blue in orange. Right as he pressed play.

You hid your face as you heard the first few chords on electric guitar, a steady drumbeat reverberating through the room as Mista began dancing to the rhythm. He looked at you and laughed, bringing the microphone with him as he grabbed your hand and twirled you round. You couldn’t help but giggle and comply, as he grabbed your waist and helped you move to the beat alongside him, trying your hardest to ignore the large crowds. Finally, he lifted the mic to his lips.

“I’M ON A SUBMARINE MISSION FOR YOU BABY!”

“Mista!” you squeaked “Not so loud!” He only smirked as he continued jamming to the music.

“I feel the way you were going”

It was still a bit pitchy, but not too terrible. Your heart clenched in your chest, and you suddenly looked away embarrassedly as he inched closer to you, his hand still on your waist.  

“I pictured you up on my TV screenI feel your undercurrent flowing”

You caught Giorno’s eye, noticing the bright grin on his face. He laughed heartily when you looked down at him, and if it was even possible, you blushed an even deeper shade of red.

“Submission going down downDragging me down”

Mista spun you once more, pulling you back by the waist as you giggled. He used the break in the music to place a soft kiss on your cheek you bit your lip bashfully.

“Mista, they can all see us,”

“Good,” he whispered into your ear before suddenly spinning you into someone else’s arms.

“Giorno, when did you get–”

“You’ve got me pretty deep babyI can’t figure out your watery love”

Giorno danced with you (surprisingly well considering the style and the song) as you did the best you could with two beautiful boys and a whole crowdful of eyes watching you.

“I gotta solve your mysteryYou’re setting it out in heaven above”

But it was pretty damn fun…

You had collapsed into Mista’s arms in giggles at the end of the first song.

“So I guess you enjoyed it, dolcezza?” You slapped his arm playfully.

“You idiot, that was so bad!” You hesitantly placed a kiss on his lips as you smiled. “This was a terrible idea.” However, he knew how to speak your language. Translation: ‘I love you, you idiot, this was a great idea!’

He grinned cheekily as you pulled you into a deep passionate kiss. You fingers grabbed at the fabric of the soft sweater, enjoying the kiss despite the fact that everyone in the room could see. Thankfully, they knew better than to heckle anyone associated with the Don.

And speaking of Giorno, he waltzed up to place a kiss on Mista’s cheek (once your lips had parted, of course). 

“That was lovely, cuore mio.” Mista blushed and rubbed his neck bashfully. “However,” Giorno grabbed the microphone from his hand. “It’s my turn now.”

He walked to the selection screen as you and Mista eyed him, holding hands on the sidelines. You had heard Giorno humming to himself sometimes, but wondered what his voice actually sounded like… 

A soft beat began. Giorno didn’t dance like Mista had, or even sway, as he approached the two of you with an almost devilish grin on his face, if anything Giorno Giovanna did could be described as devilish. He finally grabbed your hand in his as he began to sing.

“Shhh - break it downI don’t want nobody else to hear the sounds”

He rolled his eyes at Mista on the second phrase, hinting at the irony of the situation. Giorno certainly was a more private man compared to Mista, but thankfully much of the crowd had been scared away by Mista’s singing.

“This love is a private affairInterrupt the flow, they better not dareShhh - we gotta break it on down”

You didn’t recognize the song, but his voice was just as silken and seductive as you had expected it to be. He winked at you before he continued.

“In the daytime, I think not,I’d rather do you after school like some homework”

“Giorno!” Your knees went weak as you finally processed the subtle undertones of the song. Mista was practically sweating bullets, and you felt his palm heat in yours as Giorno smiled that handsome smile at the two of you. He laughed, realising you had fallen right into his trap.

“Ah, am I getting you hot?In my bedroom cuz then we’d have to stop,”

Mista facepalmed in an attempt to hide his fierce blush.

“I’d rather wait until everyone’s fast asleepThen do it in the kitchen on the table t–”

“GIORNO NO!”

You’d had many good laughs after several rounds of karaoke. You had only gone once, but the boys assured you that you’d done an amazing job, and Mista made you promise that you’d sing for him again when you were alone together. It seemed the bar would soon close for the night, so you had time for one last song. Then, an idea popped into your head…

It was a bit silly, but you skipped up to Giorno and whispered in his ear (you certainly didn’t want to have to sing again). He grinned in agreement as he ran over to pick out the song. Mista stood up straight as he noticed the two of you giggling.

“Hey, what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, babe.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he gladly placed his arms around your waist, holding you close as he pressed his forehead to yours. “We just want one last dance…”

“Well in that case, I–” he cut off his words, and you could feel his forehead heat up as he recognized the soft piano chords emanating through the speakers.  “You… You guys…” He suddenly removed his arms from your waist, pulling his cap over his face to hide his blush. Giorno approached him, holding out his hand.

“Why do birds suddenly appearEvery time you are near?Just like me, they long to beClose to you.”

“Idioti,” Mista muttered as you placed his hands on your hips. His face was still red, but a small smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at you. He began to sway gently with the music.

“Why do stars fall down from the skyEvery time you walk by?”

Mista pulled your head to his chest, nuzzling his face in your neck as he hummed along with Giorno’s soothing voice.

“Just like me, they long to beClose to you.”

You felt arms encircling you from behind. He had set the microphone down in favor of embracing the two people he loved most in the world, slowly rocking back and forth in time. Mista joined him in song this time (albeit not singing as smoothly Giorno)

“On the day that you were born the angels got togetherAnd decided to create a dream come trueSo they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue”

You giggled, sandwiched between them as you danced. You loved them both so much, your knight in obnoxiously bright orange zebra striped armor, and your prince of crime.

“Thank you, amori miei. I’m so lucky to have you two.”

The songs used in this fic are:“Submission” by Sex Pistols, “Shhh” from Prince’s album The Gold Experience, and “Close to You” by Mista’s favorite band The Carpenters ;)

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Stranger: Looking around at the new students, Bruce chuckled as he remembered when he first walked in the school. The old Hogwarts castle was intimidating to look at but he easily got used to it. The new little Ravenclaws were meeting everyone and looking at the scrolls of homework yet to come. Bruce was only in his 4th year himself but he was taking Advanced Potions.

You: "Look at the little newbies, Brucey. I can't wait to mess with them." Tony nudged Bruce in the ribs and sniggered as he thought of charms to use against these children. The two best friends shared the same room and had been making bits of troubles (Bruce was mostly dragged along with Tony). He already finished his Arithmancy and was bored anyway.

Stranger: Bruce chuckled as he looked. "Tony, You shouldn't hex them so soon. Wait a little while." He pulled out another scroll as he worked. He was writing down another potion he wanted to make. "Once they're settled in, then do it." He wasn't going to stop his friend. He learned the last year that it was pointless.

You: "I should tell Barton. He is good at sneaking up and stuff. Of course you will be coming with me, Snape and Lupin's love child." Tony waved his hand at another 4th year on Hufflepuff table. They both winked at each other with smug and Tony patted Bruce on the shoulder.

Stranger: "What? Tony, No way, I still have work to do- and I'm not the love child of Snape. .....Lupin maybe." Bruce was often confused for that. He had scares from being bitten by a wolf. "You two can get yourselves into trouble. I'll be waiting with Steve to get you out of it." Bruce set his chin in his hand. "He knew that look all too well. "What do you even need me for?"

You: "Potions, baby. There's no one who can do it better than you amongst our troop, although I hate to admit that." Tony scored high marks in all subjects, but he could never surpass some subjects that Bruce were doing. Their academic abilities always parried and Tony would love to win against Bruce, even though he knew that would be impossible. He was still better at charms than Bruce anyway, so maybe that was even steven.

Stranger: Looking to the ceiling, he sighed. How did he always get into these situations. "Tony, if I get a week's worth of detention again, I'm never helping you again." He started to pack up his books and quills. Bruce had the habit of packing more than he should, mainly to get some work done in his spare time. "This time, something tame."

You: "Cool. Let's go down to the Room of Requirement. Barton's already beating us to there. Oh shit Rogers is coming towards us. Hurry, Bruce." Tony sprinted off from the dining hall, grabbed Bruce's wrist and dragged his friend out. The Mr Righteous was going to be a nuisance with his love and peace attitude.

Stranger: Bruce hurried after him, mostly stumbling. "Tony, You are insane!" he yelled, as they walked off. Once they were out of the way, Bruce pulled out his map. In Bruce's first year, He looked to the schools layout and since enchanted a map. He got the idea from hearing about it from the the portraits. "I solemnly swear I'm trying to do good." Bruce looked to the moving orbs with names. He pointed to one pathway and held it up for Tony. "Let's take the back way. Filtch isn't there."

You: "Cool. When is that guy going to die, anyway? You know what, you should make more of that and sell it. We would make fortunes with my geared up brooms." Tony chuckled their way to the secret room and poked the orb. He didn't show his Nimbus 2000 infused with muggle technology since Madam Hooch gave him a detention last time. It was way better than Firebolt, and he was already drawing a diagram for the fastest broom on his patchments.

You: ever since*

Stranger: He shook his head. "No, I think it's best to have just one copy. Besides, If Filtch or an administrator find it, we won't have anyway of hiding," He replied. It was better this way. Only Barton, Thor, Tony and himself knew of them map. Steve found out but hasn't said a word to the teachers. Bruce suspected that it was becuase he wanted to hang out with them. "Anyway, what are you planning?"

You: "Well, first we are going to feed them love potions and make them infatuated with random people. Barton can ask the elves because he basically lives in the kitchen. Horny chaos! And then..." Tony rambled all these horrid and yet none lethal pranks, and it escalated dramatically when he met Clint. "...then we finish it by making their feet float, as if there's no gravity." He used muggle word but didn't really care - he was proud of the fact that he could use magic without being full blood magician.

Stranger: Bruce scratched his head. "Fine, I'll see what i can do. But I don't make any promises." Brue waved to Barton as he walked in. It looked stocked with everything he would need. Pulling out his book, the young wizard started to look for a love potion.

You: They prepared for their pranks, but didn't use them right away. Patience was a virtue, and Tony wanted to proceed things in more precise and careful manner to make sure that Bruce wouldn't get detentions. They were finished and readied to get back to the dorm room. "How is your bite mark? Feeling wolfie yet?" Tony asked on their way up to the Astronomy tower, the coldest fucking place ever.

Stranger: "My arm is fine. I'm not going to change tonight. Tonight is not a full moon." He sighed as he looked to the sky. "I think that's this weekend." He sighed and walked to the dorm room. The potion would take a few hours too make. He would check in the morning before classes. "You ready fr tomorrow?"

You: "I am always ready, green puppy... Unless we have something special tomorrow?" Tony opened his parchment filled with drawings of brooms and numbers and jotted few ideas down. He lay on Bruce's bed and closed his eyes, remembering the first time he saw Bruce as a werewolf. "Did I mention how awesome you looked in full moon?"

Stranger: Bruce grumbled as he was called a puppy. He had tried to make a potion to change him back but it only managed to make him a green wolf. Eventually, he got a serum from Snape. "You say that becuase i'm a dog." Bruce sat by him and looked to his scrolls. "Are those your new designs?"

You: "Indeed, yes. I have been trying to add some magnetic force which creates repulsor movement at the end of the broom, making it accelerate much faster. And no, I say it because you looked damn sexy naked." Tony's eyes lit up whenever they talked about muggle theories of science. He also enjoyed teasing Bruce with rude comments, but so far he didn't die from poisons.

Stranger: "Eventually, I'm going to bit you. And it won't be as a werewolf." He rolled his eyes before looking to the diagrams. He though about the mathematic algorithms before writing down a few equations. "Here, try this. It may help." He liked talking about muggle studies and theories with Tony. He seemed allmost as ex ited about them a Bruce himself.

You: "Bite me on my neck? That would be a turn on." Tony grabbed the parchment and read what Bruce wrote down. These small insertions Bruce added never disappointed Tony, thus making him more hyper. He threw away the paper before he got too deep into it, because he would hate himself to miss out on defence against the dark art tomorrow early in the morning. He sighed in contentment and didn't hop off from Bruce's bed.

Stranger: Bruce watched him and raised an eyebrow. "You say that... yet I totally believe you. Areyou going to sleep on my bed again?" This was also a habit Bruce dealt with. He learned there were little details about his best friend h never fought with. "Okay, well, can you at least move oer so I can sleep in my own bed?" Bruce tossed his bag and started to change into his pajamas.

You: "Oh sure, miss. Anything you say." Tony took his robes and shorts off and lay there only with his pajama pants on. Truth was that he slept with Bruce because he hated being alone on his own bed. His best friend made him feel comfortable, but there could be another reason that he wasn't so familiar with.

Stranger: Gving him the okay, the young man laid in his bed and yawned slightly. It had been exciting, seeing all of the new housemates, meeting his friends again. He was really excited. "Well, Night Tony. Hopefully tomorrow everything is ready."

You: "Yeah, ready for some real fun. Welcome back to Hogwart, Banner." Tony drifted off into his sleep and smiled at the temperature he felt next to him.

You: It was a chilly morning when he woke up and found himself subtly spooning Bruce for warmth.

Stranger: Bruce let out a shiver as he woke up. He wasn't used to it being cold in the mornings since he lived in a warmer climate. he cuddled closer to TONy and pulled the blanket close.

You: Tony smiled as Bruce came closer and at how they hugged each other so tightly. He felt something warm stirring from his heart. "Save your love for me later, or we are going to be late."

Stranger: "I love being warm.. You always have to flirt, don't you?" He chuckled as he took the last steps to wake up. Yawning, Bruce sat up and stretched. "I'm not looking forward to Ancient Runes for first class."

You: "Oh god tell me about it. Those Odinson brothers. That Loki is the biggest bitch I've ever met." Tony knew how Thor and Loki were from pure blood family of Scandinavia. Thor was tolerable and was actually funny at times, but Loki was a bloody menace. Tony jumped out of the bed and put his robe on. His skin had goosebumps and hairs stuck up.

Stranger: Bruce started to get dressed. He dressed in his usual order before grabbing his tie. Making sure all was okay, he straighten his tie in the mirror. "Be thankful that Thor is in Gryffindor and Loki is in Slytherin. I swear, they are completely different. I didn't know they were brothers until you told me."

You: "Well, there is a rumour that the bitch is adopted because of how they look completely different..." Tony adjusted the spell 'stupefy' on his limp hair to make it look like he put gel on. This was better than making his hands sticky and gross - the only setback was that was no scent. He still managed to score girls without a problem, anyway.

Stranger: He chuckled at him as he combed his hair. "Even if it's true, it shouldn't matter."Bruce cleaned his glasses and looked to him. "why do you call him a bitch, anyway? He's not that mad. Just a little crazy."

You: "Because he got as mad crush on professor horse ass from Astronomy and bickers like a girl. You look fine, now come on! Let's hit the dining hall and get them sausages before they are all gone. I am not going to rush into the rune class but boy, I am hungry.." Tony finished looking flawless, spanked Bruce in the butt and ran out of the room. He really couldn't care much for Ancient Runes, but it inconveniently had to be a core course. If Bruce wasn't such a goodie-two-shoe, Tony may have wagged every single classes.

Stranger: Bruce jumped and covered his ass. "ouch! Was that really necessary?! You're the one that charms his hair." sighing, Bruce just rolled his eyes and grabbed his book bag. He was going to head out to check on the potions before Ancient Runes. Hopefully it was ready to bottle. "You head down; I'm going to stop at the Room of Requirement to check on your love potions."

You: "Right, that! We are gonna do that tonight at dinner. Thanks, Brucey." Tony rushed out of the room and grabbed breakfast before meeting up with Clint to remind the plan. The potion was going to be inserted on the first years' roast beefs and drinks, and Clint already had talked to Peeves who would help them. He slumped down on the desk and waited for Bruce to join the class.

Stranger: Sighing, he walked up to the room. He looked tithe potion as he stirred it several times. So far, everything looked like it was going great. It looked like it was supposed to which made Bruce happy. He took a small amount into his flask and headed out. Might as well test it before the actual plan was in motion. When Bruce met up with Tony, he held up the small bottle. "here's a sample. So far it looks okay."

You: "Looks okay," Tony took the flask and took a mild sniff. He was pleased when it smelt like metal and alcohol, which means the love potion was functionally working as it allows the sniffer to reenact their favourite smell. His head shook in mild surprise when he could also detect scent of Bruce's hair as well. "Amortentia. Bet you are smelling of all those girls you shamelessly snogged, Stark." Loki sneered behind him and ignored the faint aroma of his centaur crush. "Shut up, Odinson. Now, who shall we feed this to?" Tony didn't even made an effort to turn his face around and kept talking to Bruce.

Stranger: "I don't know. Just make sure it's not someone that can kill you." he rubbed his chin in thought. There weren't that many people they can use it on. Well, ones that weren't close to teachers. "wait, what about that new kid that's always following Rogers around?" he stepped in front of Tony to try and distract him from Loki. "I think his name is Phil?"

You: "Oh, that little guy. Is he in Hufflepuff or Grinffindor? I can't remember... But yes, it's worth it." Tony's lips curved in mischievous manner. The love potion they made was not one of those cheap ones they could buy from Zonko's Joke Shop, so Steve didn't have to give the potion to Phil. It was indeed the infamous amortentia, the strongest love potion that makes the drinker be obsessed with his or her own crush or slight attraction. Since they were going to mix it in to the large pot of drinks at dinner, Tony adjusted the ratio of potion and water in the cup accordingly to observe a fair test.

Stranger: He nodded. "if it works, then we should have a good time watching Rogers trying to get his things back." Bruce looked to the bottle with a small sense of pride. Whatever was going to happen afterwards was going to be worth detention. "did you save me anything to eat?" he pocketed the bottle and sat on the desk.

You: "We got to try this after this class. Indeed, yes. Bacon and sausages for my carnivore." Tony winked as he summoned a dish of meat and bread he hid under the Great Hall table. Technically this spell was restricted from the school rule, but since when did he abide to rules? Knowledge of understanding many good spells needed to be used, not held to be forbidden.

Stranger: "Yours? Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't put a collar on me yet." Bruce started to take a bite of of the meat. It wasn't usually his favorite dish but he did get more an note carnivorous as the full moon get closer. Soon he would have to leave. "So, we going to just find Phil to use it on?"

You: "Why the hell not? I see him every time on quidditch stadium and drool at Rogers on his broom." Tony replied as he was scribbling simple sentences in runes. "Are you finished?" They could leave early as long as the given task was finished. He just wanted to rush down to the field and see the effect.

Stranger: He rolled his eyes slightly. "He's a great player. I mean, how many keepers can block that many shots in a day? I still don't know why you don't want to be a seeker. I mean, Fury all but begs you to play on the team." he did laugh as he remembered the last time Tony was approached. He had to pull each other away. "Well, let's go."

You: "Because they restrict me to fly with my creation, that's why. If they allow me to bring Iron-Nimbus 2001, then I will think about it." They left the classroom, ignored Clint's plea to wait as he was not even close to the half way of the work. Tony thought about the smell he experienced back in the indoors, so he brought his nose to the love potion on the field while they were walking to the stadium. It still had the essence of the guy who he was walking with, and he didn't understand why. "Strange... Very strange." A confused mutter escaped his mouth.

Stranger: It was always funny in a way to hear Tony talk about his inventions. He was just like a little child that was ready to play with his newest toy. But he chuckled as he watched him talk. As they walked closer, he watched as Tony. The reaction was expected which meant the potion was working. Of course it would, Bruce made it. "What's strange? Find out you have a secret attraction to pine needles?"

You: "No, it's just... Yeah, I /love/ the smell of Christmas tree. Care for some eggnog?" Tony replied in sarcastic manner. He still didn't understand why he was detecting Bruce's smell from this potion, but that's probably because he was right beside Bruce. "Say, what about you? You are the one who visits the pot everyday - surely you know what attracts you."

Stranger: "I never stuck my nose in it to get a string feel. I usually have my face in the instructions so I hardly smell anything." he took the bottle and took a strong sniff. Instantly, he smelled new books...  Fresh linen and... "uh... It's not that impressive." he shoved it back to him,  Tonys cologne suddenly overpowering the potion.

You: "Yeah, I thought so, Mr. Boring. Look, there's the noob." They arrived at the stadium and found Phil busily chasing Steve with those googly eyes. They sat right beside him and sprinkled few drop in the butter beer they brought. "Hey, newbie. Still chasing our Steve? Have some of this. It's cold outside." Tony flashed a fake smiled and showed kindness, hoping the child was naive enough for this trick.

Stranger: Bruce watched as Phil took the cup. He felt bad that he tricking the poor boy but... He rather thought of it as giving the boy confidence to confess to Steve. They both knew Phil was on the edge of love. "So, having fun watching Rogers?"

You: "Oh... Yes, he is quite a something!" Phil replied as he took a sip without any suspicion. They carried on the casual conversation and noticed how Phil's blush become redder as he continued to finish the cup and whenever Steve's robe fluttered, showing his abs. "Look at him. Getting all excited and all." Tony whispered at Bruce and suppressed his laughter.

Stranger: Bruce snickered as he watched Phil. Poor boy was too busy watching Steve rather than listening to them. "Well, we should get going. Phil, you tell Steve we said we'll catch him later. We're counting on you to keep an eye on him."He pulled Tony away from the Pitch to go back find Barton. "I say it's working."

You: "I bet a galleon on the kid trying to kiss Steve rather than confessing his love verbally." If Clint was not in the underground waiting for Natasha outside of Slytherin commons, he would be on the empty grassy field, shooting off rocks and practise his already perfect accuracy. As they walked to usual turf, sound of zaps could be heard.

Stranger: He looked around as they walked. "Okay, so who are we going to get to drink this next?" this was almost fun. Bruce groaned, realizing he was hanging around Tony too long. "Say Barton. You have an idea who you would  try to get to drink it?"

You: Clint was really tempted to make Natasha drink it, but he didn't want some kind of cheap love from her. She would notice it right away anyway, which made it double risky. His eyes stared at the rock he just smashed, then looked at Tony. "Stark should drink it. It would be hilarious to see him chase after girls." He whispered into Bruce's ear and smirked at Tony.

Stranger: Bruce thought about it for a moment then chuckled. What kind of compliment would this be if Tony himself fell for it. "Sure. Sounds fun." Looking around, Bruce started to think about what to get him To drink. 

You: "Just give it to me and I will do it." "What are you guys talking about?" Tony eyed them out while he got distracted from the new charm he learnt. The way Clint was approaching to him gave him a bad feeling. Within a second, he found his head locked under Clint's arm and pounding his body on the floor. "Banner, grab his legs." Clint laughed as he pushed down Tony's arms with his knees and opened the bottle.

Stranger: Nodding, he left it to Clint. If anyone was going to get Tony to do it, it was him. Clint had a knack for sneaking up on people. He was a patient one, Bruce gave him that. Soon, Bruce was hiding his best friends legs. "Oh relax, Tony."

You: "What the fuck are you doing to-" Tony's words and yells were interrupted by the liquid sliding down his throat. He wanted to spit it out but his reflex betrayed him. He lay still when the whole thing was swallowed and calculated the time that this thing would last in his body. It was a diluted version anyway, he just didn't have to see a girl he likes for an hour or so. "Fine, fine. You guys win. Let me go or-" He was not a stutter mouth, but his heart skipped a beat the moment he saw Bruce's face. Why the fuck was this happening to him?

Stranger: Bruce chuckled and looked to him. It seemed like he was working. Maybe he already had a girl in mind. Bruce let him go and sat back. "So, how do you feel, Tony?" Bruce helped him up and looked to Clint. "Maybe we over did it with the potion?" he rubbed his chin in thought. He had made it correctly but it wasn't making much sense. Even a diluted version would have had some effect. It did on Phil.

You: Without a much thought, Tony grabbed Bruce by shoulders and stared at him. His consciousness could not hold the lust - at this rate, he could just deep kiss Bruce shamelessly. "...I need to go." Tony couldn't bear looking at Bruce anymore. Just the sight of his best friend made him extremely aroused and uncontrollable. If he didn't hold himself back, he would definitely rape the shit out of this gorgeous bespectacled boy in front of him. He ran away from the two boys and screamed in frustration. "Looks like he needs to see that right away. That was priceless." Clint barfed up laughing at how Tony's face was so red. Oh he was so going to tell this to Natasha.

Stranger: "Wh-what just happened?" Bruce sat there looking dumbstruck. Tony's reaction, the effects of a love potion... "Wait, is he..?" he looked after as Tony ran away. He managed somehow to get himself up. "Oh shut up Clint. He probably just thought I looked like the girl he likes and went to find the real thing."

You: Tony had to hide himself somewhere that none of his group of friends can find him, but he couldn't think up of where. The way those lips of Bruce shook was just too alluring - it clouded his mind. He hid himself in toilet cubicle and locked the door. As he sat on the toilet seat, his hands squeezed his fast beating heart. "What the fuck? Calm... calm down, you damned organ."

Stranger: Bruce thought it was best to just leave Tony as he was. Odds were that he was already snogging the girl he wanted. Bruce walked on and found the others, asking of they had seen Tony. Sighing he headed to the dorm room first. Maybe he was there trying to busy himself with a project until the potion wore off.

You: Indeed, Tony went back to the dorm, because he felt quite pathetic to trap himself on a toilet seat. He tried to focus his attention on the parchment that he looked at yesterday and get his mind off Bruce. It was a futile resistance, since the sight of Bruce's writing on the paper was enough to make him feel crazy. Just twenty more minutes and this would be over. No equation he wrote with his quill made any sense.

Stranger: Sighing, Bruce looked around. Tony wasn't in the common room like he has hoped. Then again, being under a love spell was probably too much for him. Oh well, one girl's day was just made better. Bruce headed to his room, deciding to do homework and wait for Tony to come back. He stopped as soon as he walked into the doorway, surprised to see his best friend on his bed. "Hey, I figured you'd be off snogging somewhere."

You: "Fuck. I mean, hey." Tony could not help himself but to be startled when his emotional vulnerability was at its peak. Bruce, the source of his crazy feelings was right behind Tony. He buried his head on Bruce's bed and tried to ignore the presence of his best friend. He desired to be touch and at the same time, he didn't want to be.  

Stranger: He smiled, glad his friend was okay. That's the way it was, when either Bruce or Tony was upset the other wouldn't be far away. It was that way since they met. "Well glad you're okay." He laid back on Antony's bed and pulled out his work.

You: Tony could not agree to what Bruce just said. He was definitely not okay when Bruce lay on /his/ bed and existed in the same room. He kept himself in control, but the time was creeping so slowly and painfully. It had been a while since Bruce came and Tony couldn't hold it anymore. With face of a tomato, Tony stood up, moved to his own bed and sat next to Bruce. "I... I am not okay." He whispered and grabbed Bruce's shoulder gently this time.

Stranger: "What's up?" Bruce wasn't sure if the potion was still in effect or not. Everything seemed all right. That was until Tony sat by him. Bruce turned to him and waited. He had to look really hard at Tony's face. He looked like he was.... Blushing.

You: Tony's heart was under a seizure when their eyes met each other. Every little features of Bruce was so damn attractive and he didn't know why he resisted to kiss that neck or caress the curly brown hair. His hand cupped those cheeks in front of him and Tony slowly brought their face closer... and then he suddenly realised what he was going to do. "...are you scared?" Tony smirked and saved this very awkward and embarrassing situation with a joke. The potion's effect wore off just in time before it happened, and Tony released the grip. He lay on his back with a relieved sigh. That was /so/ close...

Stranger: Bruce looked to Tony, he was practically stunned. One moment his best friend was about to kiss him, the next he was joking around. "Here I thought you lost your mind. You got me good." he laughed as he laid by him. "I thought you were in love with me for a second. With how you reacted after drinking the potion, I thought for sure you were really gonna kiss me."

You: "Pshew, what? No. No way." Tony laughed along but he really wasn't laughing inside. There was no mistake that Bruce, the top class potion student, had done in making this potion. He was panicking at the fact that he liked his best friend - of all the fucking people - the guy who he shared room with. He knew this was not going to work. The last thing Tony wanted to do was pushing Bruce away because of his silly affection that he wasn't even sure of.

"But what would you have done if I actually snogged you?" He tried to keep the conversation casual, but the curiosity got him.

Stranger: "Oh, I don't know. I might have just chalked it up to you being under the love potion still." He chuckled at the thought of Tony actually kissing him. It probably be a funny thought to laugh at with Clint and Natasha. Though Bruce suddenly had the idea to put the potion into their cups. Speaking of cups, Bruce suddenly remembered he should put the rest of the brew into bottles. "Hey, I'm gonna go check on the potion and get it ready for the first years." He sat up and looked to him. "You wanna come with?"

You: Tony smiled at the fact that Bruce didn't think too much into it. Yeah that's right - there was no need to worry if it was just spur of a moment. Maybe the potion really made Tony horny because he basically loved to do it with any girls, so the potion possibly have expanded his high sexual drive. Yes, he was going to believe in that hypothesis because it would be ridiculous to actually /like/ Bruce.

"Yup, let's give them the night that they will never forget." Tony jumped out of the bed and shone an excited grin.

Stranger: Bruce nodded as he walked out of the room. "It'll be worth it, considering where I'll be for the next few days.." The prank was perfectly time. Within the next few days Bruce would turn into a werewolf puppy and have to go to the Shrieking Shack. But he didn't mind so much. Tony often visited him. Bruce got a visitor and Tony had an excuse to skip classes. As he walked to the Room, Bruce looked to the potion. Sure enough it was still simmering thanks to the enchanted fire. "Perfect, this looks great."

You: "Yes, the night adventure time is soon, hm? Don't try to fight the big ones this time - although you are freakishly strong and I am a big fan of that strength, they nearly killed you." Tony ignored the smell and looked at the colour, which was indeed ideal. They nearly dropped all the flasks when Steve banged the door open with clear annoyance in his eyes. Seemed like he rushed to the Room and didn't even bother to get changed into school robe.

Stranger: Bruce made to catch the bottles that slipped. Even wasting one bottle was going to get them into trouble sooner than anticipated. "Careful...." Though he wasn't at all surprised to see a very angry looking Steve Rogers. By the look on his face, the potion Phil drank worked.Though it must have been a lot sooner. Phil only had a little bit where as Tony had a bottle himself. Steve must have hid and wait for them. Along with being super pissed off. "So, how was practice?"

You: "You guys crossed the line this time. Why in the world did my lips have to get stolen by a second year?" Steve stormed to them and they could see his biceps bulging out of those threatening arms. Tony was sure that Steve wouldn't tell on them to McGonagal, because that would also mean him confessing how he got kissed by a boy. "Don't blame it on Banner. Can't I get a credit for my own idea of pranks? I guess you didn't enjoy it without any tongue movement. The dude seems so innocent after all." Tony sniggered and continued to fill the bottles up.

Stranger: "Wow, he actually did it? I would have thought he would have kissed your cheek." He chuckled as he looked to Steve. Judging by the reaction, it must have been his first kiss. "Hey, did you talk to the little guy about it? I mean, everyone knows he really likes you already." Bruce felt bad for tricking Phil but he did need to get his confession to Steve over with. Bruce set another bottle down. "So what, are you going to get back at us?

You: "No. You know I am not as tricky as you guys are. We, uh, are going to talk about it tonight because you know, we are in the same house after all, and um... That doesn't mean I will let this kind of thing happen again. Mark my words, this will be the last time you can push me around." Steve's angry demeanor calmed down a bit as he mentioned the secret talk he was going to have at night, then stormed off again.

Stranger: Bruce looked  to Tony and chuckled slightly. It was obvious that Steve wasn't /that/ upset about it. Well, as upset as he led on. "I'm curious as how he's going to get back at us. I mean... he's not exactly in our house." He may not have a the smarts but Steve was clever, Bruce gave him that. As he poured the last bit of the potion, Bruce smiled as he smelled the linen and books. But he still wondered why Tony would need so much cologne. "Wait... he didn't..."

You: "Yeah you can't underestimate Rogers. Ain't quidditch captain for nothing. Hm? Who didn't?" Tony laughed as soon as Steve left and kept talking till he heard Bruce's mutter. Did Steve do something that may ruin their plan?

Stranger: He looked up to him and shrugged. "I was just smelling this and it.... it's nothing." Bruce didn't want to admit it but the last scent smelled exactly like his friend's scent. Bruce replayed the morning to himself, trying to make sure Tony got his cologne on. He shook his head. Maybe it was just a conclusion from earlier. I was almost kissed by Tony so maybe it was a lingering ideal that tricked his nose. Yeah, that was reasonable, right. "Let's get back to the dorm and figure out when to use these."

You: "And how much of them we are going to use. These plenty more than what we have planned to use in the dining hall, and they got to be diluted as well." Other than the bag was full of bottles clinking, everything was smooth and going according to plan. It was a pain in the arse that their common room is in the highest part of the Hogwarts, but it was all worth. They weren't too surprised to find Clint in their room, but Natasha was also there, flicking her green scarf over her shoulder. "Oh, I didn't know ninja couples would be here. Do you even know what ninja means?" "Of course, mugglefucker. I know bit of your words."

Stranger: "Hey, easy. Look we have over 13 bottles of this batch." He pulled off his bag and set it on his bed. Bruce pulled out one to show them. "Well, what do you think?" He tossed it to Natasha. "We used it earlier on that second year, Phil Coulson. He sure gave Rogers a surprise." He chuckle as he remembered the look on Steve's face. As they smelled it, he sat on his bed and watched them.

You: "I... wow can I have one of them? I would love to have a little bottle that smells this good all day." Clint sort of hid his affection towards the redhead - in fact, he haven't even confessed it to her. Tony could see the bird boy looking at Natasha with such fondness while he was burying his nose on the bottle. "I am sure Rogers did not appreciate the surprise." They never knew what Natasha was thinking since the girl had a face of a stoic mask. A little crease formed on her eyebrows as she slightly shifted away from Clint.

Stranger: "Yes, and he let us have it, too. He came in on us and started a nice little yelling contest." Bruce looked over to Clint and shrugged. "I don't mind. Tony?" In the back of his mind, he hoped that Clint would use a small amount as more of a confidence booster to confess to Natasha. Since the idea was Tony's and with a nod of their heads, Bruce let Clint have a bottle. It wasn't going to hurt anyone. Well, mainly himself and Tony. As they talked, Bruce worked on future homework. He wanted it to be done so he wasn't behind while away.

You: "Come on, Nat. Tell us what you smell from that bottle." "I told you, it's smells of vodka and nothing more than that." Clint and Natasha kept bickering between them while Tony winked at Bruce. "She's hiding it. Such shy bums, they should just rape each other." He sat close by Bruce and discussed on their homework.

Stranger: He chuckled as he looked to his friend. "It's not 'rape' if they want it. But I rather the married couple not fight in our room." He looked to them with a smile. They fought just like a married couple do. "Hey guys? We're trying to study here."

You: "Yeah, get a room guys. Don't copulate here." Tony jeered and saw Natasha and Clint's limps tangled in a fight. Clint smiled with thumbs up, but Natasha certainly didn't like that. With a decisive nod, the two climbed out of the window since they could not come in or go out through the proper doorway. No one knew how these two could sneak into every house commons, but they certainly had the skills. "We are /not/ going to have sex. Why don't you two just come out of the closet, hm?" Her words spat out at them before slipping out of their sight. She had a knack of knowing stuffs without being told. To her, it was pretty obvious that the two nerds had things for each other.

Stranger: "Out of the- Tony's just my friend!" Both of them protested at the closet comment. Bruce sighed and went back to his work. "They should get together and get it over with."

You: "I'll say. Her tantrum is as nasty as ever. Bet she is on her period." Tony kept working on the homework with Bruce, but it seemed so awkward now. He kept his mind focused on the plan - they just need to give the bottles to Peeves and Clint will supervise that prankster midget. It would be quite disastrous if Peeves decides to act out of their agreement.

Stranger: Bruce laughed at him. "Maybe but then again you can never really tell with Natasha." She was always sassy and had a comment to leave but that was why they were friends. She stood up for them and kicked major ass, better without magic.  Bruce looked over to the clock. only an hour after the two left and he was already tired. "we better sleep. we have to get up early to meet with Peeves." He set the bag on the floor and didn't see when one bottle fell and rolled under the bed.

You: "Sleepy already and it's just after lunch. Are you on your wolf-menstruation cycle? Don't worry, I will wake you up an hour before dinner." Tony wasn't tired at all, but he didn't want to get up either. He picked his parchment that had full schematic of the broom project and shifted a bit on his bed so Bruce could sleep.

Stranger: Bruce yawned and curled on the bed. "hey, I was up making that potion last night. I think I'm allowed to sleep." He kept running up to the Room in the night to see if it was working. He was starting to  be more awake at night since they wee closer to the full moon. "What is it with you and menstruation?"

You: "Just another good way to make fun of people.." Tony scribbled out the equation he wrote when he was under the spell of potion and replaced it with something more logical and sensible. He watched the sand glass then looked down at Bruce. It was highly tempting to stroke the cloud of brown hair, and his normal self would have done it in a playful manner. However, it just felt to awkward to be so touchy now. "Thanks, Brucey. I will make sure you don't get detentions from this." His gaze went back to the paper on his knee and kept on writing his ideas.

Stranger: Bruce let out a small smile as he started to get comfortable soon he was easily asleep in his spot. He was more tired than usual but that was for good reason. The pair had been running around all day for amusement about the new potion. As he slept, Bruce cuddled closer, wanting to feel warmer.

You: The warmth transferred to Tony and made him feel very comfortable - he didn't even realise the time flew past and it was almost an hour and a half before the dinner. If they could stay like this longer, Tony would risk his reputation to steal the time-turner in McGonagall's drawer. With a sigh and cramped waist, Tony shook Bruce. "Time to meet Clint and Peeves outside of the boy's bathroom." They didn't choose the Room to meet up since it was hard to trust Peeves with their secret place.

Stranger: A groaned came from the sleeping bundle that was Bruce. The long rest he got was perfect he didn't want to miss this for anything.  The first prank of the year and hopefully one that was remembered for a bit. Bruce sat up an yawned. "Okay, let me get ready to go."

You: "You are fine just the way you are. Now let's go, unless you are trying to impress a girl out there." Tony already picked the bag up and pumped to get this party started. He really did mean the compliment, though - Bruce did look gorgeous even if the guy just woke up from his sleep.

Stranger: He didn't listen and ran his fingers in his hair. He had to still look like he looked awake. "Okay, well, lets get going. We need to establish an alibi." Bruce picked up his bag and followed him out. The trip was more exciting as they walked. All of the first years were excitedly talking about the first day. Bruce chuckled as he walked on. "Ready to get them?

You: "Oh yes, they will be as horny as fuck. Although I won't blame some of them falling in love with me." Tony puffed out his chest out and strut in pompous manner. Some of the first year girls looked at him with bit of an awe, and nearly squealed when he gave them a wink. He didn't watch where he was going and bashed his head into a taller figure. It was Thor, leading his little juniors to the dining hall like a model senior he was. "Hello, friend. Shouldn't you be responsible for your first years?"

Stranger: "You say so but don't bring any of them back to the dorm. I want to sleep in peace."  He looked around to the girls. Some of them were giggling. He just sighed and walked on. Whatever it was probably didn't need to be known. Bruce looked up to Thor as he walked closer. "Hey Thor. We aren't any house officer so we don't /have/ to. Besides, we were going to Madam  Hooch's office to talk to her about a new broom design."

You: Thor looked down at two brunettes with disapproval. "No matter what you do, Gryffindor shall win the cup this year. Lest not forget that we are rivals, Stark and Banner. Say..." The big bulky blond bend down a bit and smelled Tony and Bruce in quizzical manner. "Have you been with Loki? You smell like him." Tony gulped a nervous knot and glanced at Bruce. Their watch was quarter to seven and really had to rush to the destined place. "Sorry, Thor. We haven't seen him. Got to go, or Hooch will peck our eyes out. Bye."

Stranger: Bruce nodded and pushed Tony away from Thor. The last thing they needed was or the big guy to uncover their plan before they even had a chance to go through with it. "Well, it was nice talking to you Thor but we're in a hurry." He waved as he hurried off. He sighed as they walked to the bathroom. "That was close."

You: "That guy is like an animal. Him and his crazy intuition... Did he just say we smell like Loki? Thank Merlin they are adoptive brothers." Tony caught his breath and proceeded to walk into the empty bathroom. There was Clint aiming his wand at nervous looking Peeves.

Stranger: "Yes, that was a bit weird." Bruce did admit, the amount of love Thor had for his brother was  more than normal. If anything he did hope they were adopted. But it didn't make things better. "Barton, leave Peeves alone. We need him to drop the potion into the cups." He set the bag down and looked to the ghost. "So, are you ready Peeves?

You: "You can't trust this pesky bilge rat. He just tried to make me drink the potions you gave me." Clint growled as his wand poked Peeves by his neck. If he didn't fall out from his bed in his nap, he would had been sprinting around the whole school to find Natasha and literally be give her a piece of his heart. "Oh, I won't do it again. Besides, fooling around with the youngest one sounds more fun. Trust me, you have my words as an amortal, not a ghost."

Stranger: Bruce looked o them and shrugged. "Immortal or not, you do have a reputation." He looked to him and handed him a spare bag with the bottle. It was an old bag Bruce found at the Shack so he knew it was perfect. "Great now remember,only in the first years. just to get a nice snog fest going."

You: "Ohohoho, indeed yes, yes. Consider it done, itty bitty fourth years. You three are certainly gaining reputation, but not as great as the Weasley twins." With a cackle, Peeves disappeared with the bag. Tony could have sworn that he saw another ghost figure with ginger hair high-fiving the poltergeist.

Stranger: Bruce nodded in agreement. He read all about the Twins and their pranks. But they were in Gryffindor. As far as he knew Tony and Bruce were the only Ravenclaws with the most detentions. "Okay, that's done. Let's go to the Great Hall while we can sneak in with the rest of the crowd."

You: With excited gleam, Tony followed his friends out and sat in the long table of Ravenclaw side. Everything was perfect this time - they were wearing gloves when they handled the bottles and the bad was literally out of nowhere, thanks to Bruce. Have they dispose of the pot? Sure, they have. It blew off into bits as soon as they added wrong ingredients for an antidote. This was just going according to the plan. "Give me a bro fist." Tony curled his hand into a ball and shoved it front of Bruce.

Stranger: "Sure thing, Tony." Bruce gave his best friend a Bro fist and looked around. Peeves was going to show up at any moment. In the meantime, He sat back and started to listen to the Headmaster

You: "...and that's why you should appreciate the food you get, because there ain't nothing like this in ghetto. There are nothing special about this evening other than some stupid-asses thought drawing on the fat lady portrait was funny. We will see about that, and you know who you are." Headmaster Fury was emanating his charisma as usual. His patch of electric blue eye glared at Tony and Bruce when he mentioned about the graffiti, but his gaze was not fixated at Clint who was spacing our because of hunger. Peeves gave Tony a thumbs up, signalling that the potion was successfully integrated into the drinks for the first years that house elves had prepared. "I've got no more to say. Help yourselves out." As soon as Fury finished talking, the food appeared on the table and jugs were instantly filled with various juices and liquids.

Stranger: Bruce looked to Tony and shrugged. Sure they played pranks but they never went as far as to tag the portraits. looking around,He was watching several kids already eating. They looked like they were appreciating the food. "So, think Fury already knows who it was but looks at us out of habit? You know he was looking right at us." He started to grab steaks and chicken.

You: "He is just doing that out of habit. We are classier than that and he better know it. Oh. OH dude, look at them." Tony tried his best to not barf up laughing and spit chunks of mashed potato out of his mouth. One Gryffindor first year ran to a third year and hugged her. He could also see a couple of Slytherin already kissing each other with their eyes closed. Shit was about to get real.

Stranger: Bruce chuckled as he watched them. A few Hufflepuffs were pulling at the arms of a Ravenclaw 5th year. He looked around and saw Rogers giving them a dark look. It was too much. He laughed as he tried to eat but it was too much. "Oh my god, this is better than i thought.

You: "If a camcorder worked in this damned castle, I would have recorded this stuff." Tony was openly laughing as the whole school started to express their amusement as well. It was a total chaos when some seniors were busy running away from hordes of little children while some were just dying of laughter. It took a while till Tony saw those giggling girls they saw outside of the dining hall. They started to tangle onto him, which Tony didn't exactly resist until one of them grabbed his face for a smooch. He said no and they kept cling on to him. "Buddy, help?" Tony glanced at Bruce with slight terror in his eyes. By Merlin's beard what have they done?

Stranger: Bruce chuckled at him before shrugging. "Wow, Tony you're so popular." He laughed so hard as he held his sides. It was funnier to watch as Tony's plan backfired on him not once but twice in the same day. "okay, girls, leave him alone. He's accidentally ate Weasley's Dungmints. I don't think you want to kiss a guy that smells like that." He watched them, hoping it was working

You: The girls glared at Bruce with such intense hate and kept clinging on to Tony's robe. He was getting sort of scared and haven't thought of a plan for this. "THE FUCK IS THIS? I AM TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT." Fury's roar actually froze the raging crowd. Now that was whole different dimension of a horror - to see Fury actually pissed off. Professors quarantined all the first years and gazed at all the other students with his cold magical eyeball. The mood was heavy and so quiet that Tony could hear his own heart beat.

Stranger: Bruce looked around and sighed softly. "We are dead. I mean it, Tony. We are dead when he finds out." They were grouped together in the houses. It was only a matter of time before Fury found out who it was. Taking a deep breath Bruce held onto his fork and just watched Fury and looked around at the others.

You: "Don't worry, Bruce. We have a back up." If there was something that Peeves loved, it was an utter confusion. That was the reason why the poltergeist agreed to help in the first place, but now the whole entertainment was ceased in less than an hour. Tony knew that the ghost didn't really respect Fury as the headmaster just yet. Also Peeves would be too stubborn to admit that he was helped by measly human children like Tony and Bruce. The annoyed floating figure would come in right...

"Oh you don't know any fun, skinhead. Can't you accept my humble gift of comedy?" ...now.

Stranger: He nodded as he looked to the poltergeist. He looked like he was enjoying himself too much to give credit to Bruce and Tony. "Yeah, I think so." He sighed and looked around. Dinner was more or less over and several students were snapping out of the Potion's control. He chuckled and looked to Tony. "Tomorrow, those poor kids are going to be red in the face." He looked over at Steve, who was still glaring at the two. "Think Captain Righteous will turn us in?"

You: "No, he wouldn't want to expose either his or Phil kid's feelings. We are on the safe ground, pup. Do not worry a thing and consider this a success." Tony sent Steve a kiss sign to remind the blond what happened this morning. He was really getting tired after all the fun, but there must be a private celebration held between him and his best friend. "Let's go back to the dorm. I still have some butter beer left." While the hall was in ruckus, Natasha took that opportunity to sneak into the two boy's room. She had hoped if there was any bottle left, and luckily found one under the bed. If they were not going to confess it to each other, then she should help a little. It really didn't matter which one of the two bottles of Hogsmeade brew she mixed it with since it was only those who shared the room anyway.

Stranger: Bruce grinned with some pride. It was great to know they had almost everything covered. No prints, (Thank you summer of crime shows), no one to risk ratting them out, and all the evidence was destroyed. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Tony. Anyway. Let's take some cakes to the room. I still want to work on some assignments and the sugar should help."

You: "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we were in Slytherin. We would be the fearsome duo." Tony wrapped bunch of brownies and glanced at Fury still having quarrel with Peeves. He could hear all the colourful gangster swear words that came out from one eyed man and the ghost jeering at human with his usual high pitched voice.

Stranger: "Oh we would have been expelled in our 2nd year. I'm not joking." He piled on some food on a plate and walked to the Dorm room. he waved night to all his friends as they walked to the Ravenclaw Tower. "I must say we did a great job." He chuckled as he sat on his bed.

You: "And get expelled in our first year if we were in those blockhead Gryffindor house. Now which bottle was mine?" Tony sat right beside Bruce and picked one of the two. They still weren't aware of the fact that Natasha meddled with one of them with the love potion that was hidden in this room.

Stranger: Bruce nodded and put the plate of sweets between them on the table and shrugged. "Does it matter? They're just butter beer." He picked up the other and pulled off the top. "Here's to another prank successfully executed." He held it up in front of Tony. This was as good a time to toast to each other as any.

You: "To our masterful minds." Tony clinked his bottle against Bruce's and drank it up. The cold and creamy sensation of the drink was soothing his near dead scared mind of Fury's anger. Looks like this will be the night that they will never forget. He bit another bite of pumpkin pie and got back on his parchment of homework.

Stranger: Bruce took a long drink. It was great to have something to help him relax. Though it was strange. The butterbeer had a different after taste than it normally did. He took another drink just to make sure. "Ugh, maybe mine has gone flat. This tastes a little off." He looked up to his best friend and all but froze. One look at Tony's face and Bruce's heart raced faster than normal.

You: "Really? Well bad luck you got there. I thought they would last for a while." Tony finished his drink and kept working on his advanced potions theory exercise. There were few things that even the heir of Stark didn't know and Bruce was practically a walking herb encyclopedia. "Hey, mandrake root got to be boiled for a half an hour, right?" He rolled around the bed, lying next to Bruce with his face looking up at his friend's face.

Stranger: Bruce shrugged and nodded. "Y-yeah..." The longer he looked down at Tony, the more rapid and harder his heart seemed to beat. It beat so loudly he stood and walked around, shaking his head. He was having ideas of only Tony. Alone. On his bed. Maybe it was the excitement from the prank but he knew it was more than that.

You: Tony nodded and jotted few more words down till he noticed the intense gaze that Bruce was giving him. "Is there any butter beer bubble on my face or something?" He fixed his eyes on Bruce's and saw how they were slightly shaking. What was up with this guy?

Stranger: He sighed heavily before taking a long drink of his butterbeer. He stopped when he saw seething shiny on the floor by his bed. "What the,..?" he picked it up. It looked exactly like one of the bottles they used for the love potion. Except it was empty. He looked to the mostly empty butterbeer and his mind priced the puzzle together. "I... I think I just drank some of the love potion."

You: "Really? But how...?" Tony also saw the transparent bottle and thought of what could have happened. It was most likely to be the red headed ninja girl because he saw Clint down at the dining hall, consuming food and enjoying the view of romantic frenzy. This was far too entertaining now. He mentally thanked Natasha and looked carefully at his blushing friend. He have never seen Bruce talking about a girl. This would be a perfect opportunity to /maybe/ hunt down the bitch and prevent Bruce from liking her even more. Not jealous or anything, just as best friend who looks after one another. "Oh this night is just keep getting better. Go on, Brucey. Go after your crush and I will be your wingman."

Stranger: He groaned and stood. Each look at Tony was makin his heart pound loudly it was only a matter of time before it was heard. He looked to the two empty bottles. There was no way he was in love with Tony. He was his best friend, that just didn't happen. Bruce spent so much of his free time with Tony Bruce never even looked at a girl. Ever even saw one he liked. He had to leave. The longer he stayed the more he wanted nothing more than to stay and snog the hell out of those lips. "I've gotta go."

You: "Yeah, lead us to your girl!" Tony was willing to follow Bruce out and patted his best friend's shoulder. The girl must be super hot or cute to make the shy Bruce in such panicked state.

Stranger: "No, I got it. I rather just.. I need to be alone." Bruce  managed to get away from Tony, hurrying to the one person he knew was responsible. Well, two people. The ghost that helped them in the prank or a certain redhead he hadn't spotted during dinner. He went with the lesser of two evil and went to find Peeves in the one place he knew he was: the staircase.

You: Tony just sat on the bed and quite perplexed. He felt sort of hurt and ignored when Bruce just left him like that, but maybe his werewolf symptoms were getting worse. Peeves was back in his good mood after he taunted Fury enough. They let him go because no life was hurt or killed, but apparently that blue patch of an eye will not forgive him if something like that happened again. Amateurs - such feeble threat can never stop what he had been doing since the Hogwarts was established. His already creepy smiled widened when he saw one of the clever Ravenclaw boys. "Got anymore ideas, wee Banner?"

Stranger: "No, I came to ask you something. Why did you slip me my own love potion?!" he wasn't at all surprised that peeves was innocent. The ghost was too preoccupied with the prank itself. But the constant interrogation from Bruce wasn't to find out who but to avoid Tony. At least until the spell wore off. The last thing he wanted was to make things awkward. Then it hit him. Bruce was emulating the exact same thing that Tony was doing earlier.

You: Tony heard Bruce coming back to the room and gave him a smirk. He wasn't sure if his friend was still under the effect of the potion or not, but he didn't want to care anymore. "You are back early. I thought you were out there to find the love of your life." His voice was on edge, as if he was slightly angry. Well not angry, but just a bit annoyed, that's all.

Stranger: Bruce looked to him and his face instantly grew red. "Well.... I went somewhere else" He walked closer, eyes focused on Tony. "I wanted to ask you something."

You: "Ask away." Tony was still lying on Bruce's bed and didn't bother to sit up. If the guy wanted to talk, he was willing to listen.

Stranger: Bruce sat back beside him. He couldn't resist it  anymore. Everything was telling him to not go through but Tony looked so. Bruce cupped his face as he looked him in the eye. "Can I change my answer about you kissing me?"

You: Tony didn't even shout or gasp at this fantastic moment. His eyes were wide open as he could feel Bruce's hands on his cheek and his brain didn't seem to function anymore. "What?" That was the first time that Tony could not think of anything decent to say.

Stranger: Tony looked so cute when he was confused. Carefully, Bruce closed his eyes and leaned in closer. What happened next seemed like a blur. All Bruce could remember was wanting nothing more than to kiss his lips. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Tonys.

You: If this was a wishful opportunity that Tony had been waiting for, then it would be wise of him to accept it. Tony hooked his arms on Bruce's neck and brought their faces closer. He used all those snogging experience with girls right now because Bruce deserved the best.

Stranger: Even under the love spell Bruce was surprised by the reaction. He thought Tony would push him away for sure. Whatever it was, he brought his arms up and held onto his neck, smiling into the kiss.

You:

Their mouths were connected for a while, but Tony could feel that he still was hungry for some more. The kiss grew deeper minute by minute and finally they pulled apart from each other, craving for fresh air.

"How long have you been waiting for this? Seriously, no one could resist my charm longer than you have." His cocky remark was mixed with content sigh.

Stranger: Bruce moaned softly and hugged him close. It felt good to kiss those lips after so long. He looked up to him and gasped for air. "A while. Didn't even think you liked be like any of those girls." He was suddenly thanking Natasha while he thought of a way to get back at her.

You: "Don't get the wrong idea here, you are the girl in this relationship. Agh, I should have just kissed you first when I drank that potion. Tony Stark steals lips, not get stolen." The position of their bodies swapped places while they were busy cuddling in the kiss - it was Tony who was on the top and putting his arms on the side of Bruce's head. He realised amortentia will fade in few minutes later and began to worry if Bruce was going to regret what he had done. "I hope you won't chalk it up when you snap out of the potion."

Stranger: Bruce looked up. He wasn't sure if this was the potion talking or him but he sat up. "I still have some butter beer left...." he looked over at the table. Right where he left it was under half a bottle left. "I'll drink the rest of it. I don't know what's this is but I just want you so much." Every part of him was wanting to be held by Tony.

You: Tony grabbed the bottle and had a small sip before giving it to Bruce. He wanted to feel as fired up as his mutual crush right now. He whispered into the bespectacled boy's ear and licked his earlobe. "Brilliant. Didn't know there were someone who could be sexier than me."

Stranger: He took the bottle and drank most of it. he handed the bottle back to him. He had to remember when he was sober to kiss Tony again. If this was real, he wanted to know for sure. Bit for now he just looked over and grinned. " No, no one is as sexy as you."

You: Tony shrugged in some sort of agreement and resumed back to their act of romance. His inner part of the bottom lip stroked with Bruce's upper, arms pulled their bodies closer and legs were entangled with each others. His body was warming up to the point of being steamy hot, but he didn't want to stop.

Stranger: Bruce looked up to him as he kissed him back. Those lips knew exactly what to do and he was glad. He tangled his hands in Tony's hair as he felt the other's tongue. It tasted better than he thought it would. Everything did. He wanted to keep going, love potion or not.

You: They filled the room with soft muffles of moan and shuffles of fabrics. The tongues were busily writhing in slippery mouths, which was beyond Tony's satisfaction. He pulled away to catch bit of cold air, but his lips delved into Bruce's neck rather than returning to the previous physical contact. As he licked the soft and smooth texture, he also sniffed long and hard at the skin.

Stranger: Bruce bent his head back. He gave Tony more access for more kisses, leaned over and licked at his ear, biting softly. He started to run his hands up Tony's chest. For one that wasn't an athlete, his body felt strong, even through his shirt.

You: Tony could feel the spell of potion seeping out of his brain, but he continued to fondle with Bruce and continue giving what the other boy wanted. His romantic feeling was quite solid even with out the magic and even if Bruce said no, he would appreciate the moment they had while it lasted.

Stranger: Bruce held onto Tony as the night went on. Soon enough the love potion was out of his system. That was almost depressing. Bruce pulled back to look up at Tony. "I think it's all gone now."

You: "Has it? Well I  hope you appreciated snogging the heir of Stark. Most of girls would die to marry me." Tony chuckled to lighten the mood up, but he knew it was not much of a great joke. He squeezed Bruce's hand, which seemed like a really subtle gay touch he could do for now. If their wonderful night ended here, that wouldn't be a problem. Tony assured himself that it's not the end of the world, though it would kill a part of his Hogwarts life. "Before you say anything, I will say my sober answer first. I loved the every little bits of moment we just had, and is willing to keep it going on. Of course if you don't want to, we can be still friends."

Stranger: That wasn't something he expected to hear. It sounded like Tony was asking him out. Which was a surprise in and of itself since Tony was usually confessed to not the one to confess himself. "This may be the love potion still but I wanna be with you."

You: Tony smirked, kissed the curly brown hair in front of him and pulled their body down on the bed. "Potion in my ass, you are completely free from it. Ain't this cool or what? I have a werewolf as a boyfriend and you have a handsome billionaire to be." His head was buried on the chest of the other boy. Bruce smelt like clean and fresh clothes with crisp tinge of parchments that he always carry.  

Stranger: "Hey yeah, that is pretty cool." he rubbed Tony's head and chuckled. "It was funny; with the love potion, I thought you had cologne on to cover it but I guess I just liked it too much." he smiled as he kissed his head.

You: "So your sensitive nose is turned on by my cologne? Kinky, Bruce. And I thought you were a quiet innocent little puppy." The warmth they were sharing was spreading through his body. With a yawn, Tony shuffled the blanket up to cover both of them and get ready to sleep. "Better have our beauty sleep now. It was a busy day and we have Romanoff's ass to kick tomorrow."

Stranger: "There's nothing wrong with admiring ones smell." he chuckled as he yawned. He was right about the long day. Everything went as planned and it ended better than they thought. He cuddled closer to Tony than usual and smiled. "Night, Tony."

You: Tony drowsed off as he hugged Bruce tight through the night. The morning came a bit too fast than he hoped, but it was just another they with better company in his arms. Everything that happened seemed like a dream, but the empty bottle of butter beer above his head proved him that this was a real life. His head started to fill up with plans to make the red head drink love potion, but he wanted to discuss this sort of thing with Bruce. After all, no one can stop the two geniuses when they work as an indestructible couple.

Stranger: Bruce yawned and nuzzled into his chest. The movement from the other body woke him up. He didn't say anything but looked up instead. He smiled softly and hugged him.

You: Tony noticed the movement down his torso and gave Bruce a sleepy smile. "Morning. You were so wild last night." He leaned in for a light kiss and whispered with hint of amusement. They had Defence Against Dark Arts class in half an hour, but Tony was tempted to skip such interesting class for someone who gave him the enchantment of his life.

Stranger: "I wasn't wild at all. You were the wild one." he chuckled as he sat up. It was time to get ready for class but he wasn't in much of a mood. Mainly from wanting to stay up late at night. 

You: "Bruce, lift me up with your animalistic biceps because I really cannot be bothered. We are going to learn our patronus charms and I don't want to miss on such advanced knowledge." Expecto patronum was declared as one of the most hardest spells to learn, but after the war caused by Voldemort, it became a compulsory spell in the curriculum. Although the professors did not fail students who could not produce their own patronus, Tony's arrogance was all up for the challenge.  

Stranger: Bruce looked to him for a moment and pushed him off the bed. Just because they were boyfriends now didn't mean things were going to be different. "Oh get yourself up. I haven't carried you to a single class yet." He chuckled as he held his hand out to help him up.

You: "Ow. Galloping gargoyles, I love it when you are rough like that." Tony grabbed the offered hand and pulled himself up. He was glad that Bruce was still his old friend, because sudden change of personality would ruin the natural flow they had between them. It didn't take a while for Tony to get ready because he was very eager to summon his own silvery silhouette of his mind.

Stranger: "And that's not about to change anytime soon." They have been friends for years so if things changed, it would be weird. Smiling, Bruce got ready and grabbed his bag. The two usually went to Defense against the Dark Arts first then headed down to the Great Hall for break. This way they slept in and got to eat later. He fixed his tie then looked to Tony. "Ready to go?"

You: "Baby, I am born ready." Tony's usual dirty remark did not soften either because that was how their friendship was like. There are high probability that those flirts did mean something which was revealed yesterday, but Tony decided to ignore such fact. As they entered the classroom, he could see Natasha's piercing green eyes locked at him and Bruce for a moment and darted away to Clint who sat next to her. She wasn't playing subtle at all because Clint was also looking at them in weird fashion.

Stranger: Bruce looked over to Natasha. He wasn't sure if he should thank te girl or get back at her. He would talk it over with Tony later. Right now he was more focused on the Patronus charm. He took his usual seat by Tony and pulled out his book.

You: Maria Hill was not one of your normal and soft female professor. She was strict, straight forward and kept her face stoic at all times. Some students were even surprised that she could teach them how to summon patronus charm and hoped to have Harry Potter as the guest lecturer which he frequently did.

"To perform this difficult and yet fascinating magic, the primary focus should be on your happiest memory you have ever had. It could be retrospecting for some of you, but I will not be disappointed if you can't. Get into groups of fours and start on it."

Naturally, Tony was grouped with Bruce, Clint and Natasha. He knew what his happiest memory was - it was the day when Howard complimented his work for the first time. That was almost eight years ago, but it still remained on his heart like a candy he would never get tired of.

Stranger: Bruce thought about what his happiest moment was. It took a while but when the others were standing beside him, he knew what it was. It was after the first time he changed in their second year. They found him in the woods and took care of him after the first month. It was a bit cheesey but it was the best he could have done at that moment. "So, what animal do you think you'll get?"

You: "We will find out right now. Expecto Patronum!" Tony whipped his wand with such confidence, but nothing came out. He repeated the same action about a dozen and little silvery puff came out. He was getting slowly frustrated and thought about his father's genuinely warm smile. They could four limbs of an animal, but that soon disappeared. "I will try later... Why don't you go ahead?" Tony smiled tiredly at Bruce and slapped back of Clint's head for all the mockeries during his failures.  

Stranger: Bruce shrugged. He wasn't really interested in seeing himself as a patronus. Any other animal wouldn't fit do well but these things were mysterious. Whatever the case maybe, Bruce tried it. He thought how good it felt to have all of his friends by him after they found him and took care of him. After one wave a silver orb hovered for a few seconds before disappearing. "Hey, that was close."

You: Tony was very much motivated now. He stood up again and began to thrust his wand with his almight, but nothing significant was produced. With hint of desperation, he casted the spell with almost a shout while his head was filled with his father. A silvery animal appeared again and Tony whirled his head toward Bruce to shout out an excitement. The moment his eyes met Bruce, all the happy memory of their friendship flooded in his brain. The silvery four legged animal began to form more of a soild shape of a Great Wolf as he remembered their romantic night of yesterday.

Stranger: When Bruce saw the Patronus take the form of a wolf he had to laugh. It may have been a coincidence but then again it was only when he saw Tony looking at him did he think Tony made it a wolf. "A wolf? Really?" he just laughed and watched as Clint and Natasha tried out. Clint's took the form of a giant Hawk and Natasha's was a big spider. Which she looked overly pleased with. Bruce wasn't sure he should try again. "Great going, guys. They look really cool."

You: "Wolf? That is a bit unexpected. I thought you would get a lion for being such a narcissistic asshole." Natasha cocked her head in inquisition and stared at Tony. Other than him, no one suspected or knew that their mild hearted Bruce turns into an aggressive werewolf at full moon. Tony shrugged because he was proud of his patronus and shot a wink at Bruce. "What about you? Come on, Banner. We got to see yours." Clint nudged Bruce on the side eagerly.

Stranger: "It hasn't materialized into anything. It just takes the shape of a sphere and then vanishes. I don't know what to tell you guys." Bruce wasn't at all surprised when his latest attempt went up in a silvery smoke. He lost his concentration when he looked over at Tony. He had looked over to him and smiled, losing sight of his memory and then it was gone. "Maybe I won't get it today. Ms.Hill said some won't get it today."

You: Tony could guess what that silvery circle was, but he didn't want Bruce to make a risk of showing the sign as werewolf now. In attempt of changing the topic, Tony distracted Clint and Natasha with his great wolf and took the love potion out of the archer's pocket with 'accio' spell. As Maria told them too return to their seats, Tony handed the bottle to Bruce with mischievous smug. "Barton still carries this around."

Stranger: He chuckled as he looked to the bottle. He had a brilliant idea forming and it was a good way to get back at Natasha. "I've got an idea. But first we need Clint's help."

You: "Bet it's an awesome idea, coming out from the brain that I approve. Are we luring the bird brain into the Room?" Tony liked it when he was not the sole contributor of pranks and teases done at school or his peer group.

Stranger: He pocketed the potion and started to write down his idea. "You can do that, and just get him to try a drink. Just enchant something and let him drink it. I'll get Natasha, tell her you're going to slip Clint a love potion so he can confess to Pepper from Gryffindor. Saying she likes him. Then you flash the empty bottle saying that you made a fresh batch and it only works on the first person he kissed. Two lovebirds, one stone." he handed him the plans.

You: "Brilliant. You are turning me on already." Tony suppressed his urge to kiss Bruce's head and ended up giving him a bro fist. He slipped a note on Clint's hand that says [Come to the Room after lunch and /ditch/ the red hair] at the end of the class. They had an hour before the meal, which gave them bit of a time to study in the library. As they sat on their usual spot, which was behind the bookcase, Tony could not focus on his assignment at all with Bruce sitting right beside him.

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