bd_terry (bd_terry) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-07-17 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | * july 2006, oliver wood, terry boot |
RP: Hi Again
Date: 17 July 2006
Characters: Terry, Oliver
Location: Hogwarts
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: Emo!Terry
Summary: Terry is back at Hogwarts, and runs into Oliver.
Even though he knew he'd made the right decision coming back to Hogwarts with Ben, it hadn't been easy. Ben hadn't been at all pleased about leaving Ernie's estate--and his tree house--behind. Even the promise of a new tree house out near the Groundskeeper cottage hadn't been enough to get Ben to stop ignoring him. The only bright spot he could see was that Ernie had agreed to come back with them. However, he'd been distant and withdrawn--rightfully so--since Monday, and Terry felt horribly for not being able to do anything to help.
Between Ben ignoring him, and Ernie being so withdrawn, Terry hadn't felt himself in days. It didn't help that stress over possible Death Eater attacks had both he and Ernie sleeping restlessly, and they hadn't had sex in days. All of which Terry knew was normal, but frustrating. He knew better than to push the issue, knew that the thought of Death Eaters had caused memories of the attack for Ernie. But it was hard being patient when he knew what a fantastic lover Ernie was.
This is not about you, Boot he told himself, as he walked through the deserted hallways. Ernie and Ben were outside, but Ben had quite loudly stated that he didn't 'Want mean Daddy to come', and instead of starting another fight, Terry had watched them go sadly. He'd considered going to the Room of Requirement for a swim, but the walk was giving him time to think. Not that he knew exactly what he was thinking about, but his thoughts didn't seem as jumbled as usual.
He rounded a corner and saw that he was in the dungeons, and wondered if Oliver was working on his potions. He decided that a little light conversation wouldn't be a bad idea, and headed towards the office Oliver had made his over the past months. He paused, a brief thought drifting through his head of fevered dreams and Oliver's hands on his skin, but shook his head firmly to clear it. Sexual frustration had nothing on subconscious dreams, he thought as he knocked at the door and waited for Oliver to answer.