Gus wasn’t sure why Iago was staring him at him like he was, his eyes flickering with something he couldn’t put his finger on but liked the look of, but his very gaze made a soft blush spread across his cheeks, the red dipping between his freckles until he felt they glowed like stars against his face. The desire to rub the blush away from his skin was there, but he didn’t want Iago to stop looking at him like he was… if only his tongue wasn’t in knots so he could ask the Slytherin what he was thinking at this moment. Those were words he'd probably dream of for the rest of his life. His own eyes softened though as his heart beat against his chest, and he had readily decided the world could come to a screeching halt here and now, and Gus would be okay with it.

Then Iago grinned at him and he felt his own lips curl into a smile although he didn't quite understand the words that came from his mouth, at least, not immediately. They sounded romantic (which Gus was a sucker for and he swooned inwardly that Vincent Iago had thought of those words, speaking them as if they belonged to him and him alone.)  Shakespeare he assumed, as the other boy had quoted it before a few times. His fingers reached out to graze against his cheek, his fingers warm against his face. Iago was a handsome man and there were times Gus imagined himself waking up next to him, or other times just sitting together on the couch with his fingers dragging through Iago's soft curls.  Gus imagined a future with him, curled against him until they were old and grey. He wanted the years nothing but happiness he dreamt of and it didn't scare him at all.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you. Well, not on purpose.” He finally whispered back as he dropped his hands from Iago’s face, twisting them against the fabric of his robe’s sleeve; a ball of nerves twisted in his gut, although the pressure released into a swarm of butterflies. He leaned into his touch before he was stepping forward, humming with content as a soft pair of lips was against his own. He mapped out the way they felt against his lips, the softness of them and he hoped that this feeling was never ending; the butterflies in his stomach fluttered and Gus was bringing his arms up to settle them against Iago’s hips as he lost himself in him.

The thought of them being outside and in the open didn’t occur to Gus – that anyone could stumble upon something that most of the world viewed as sinful. As unnatural. But people like him deserved happiness too, didn’t they? He hadn’t woken up one morning and decided to be the way he was, although if he got to keep Vincent tucked away in every nook and cranny of his life, hold his hand when no one was looking and steal kisses like this that made him feel explicitly happy in a way he hadn’t felt before, why, he’d probably choose it again and again. His fingers tightened against his hips as he pulled him forward, his tongue gently prodding against his lips –

And immediately broke the kiss as the noise from the outside world came rushing back to him. They were in the open even if they were a bit further from the castle than most would venture. His face flushed from the sudden intruder and he released his arms from Iago’s waist as he took a tiny step back, tilting his head toward the intruder who seemed to be giving them… space? It wasn’t as if he could discern someone’s name from the back of their head, and he could only hope that they’d be hexed for kissing instead of having a professor told of them. Going to Azkaban really wasn’t on his to-do list in life, but it always seemed to be creeping its way to the top.

He reached out to grab the other boy’s hand to give it a squeeze. “It’s okay.” Gus whispered. “You can just tell him I hexed you or something if he tries anything.” Turning them, he reached out to straighten the scarf around Iago’s neck. “Don’t forget, you’re my sweet ‘Puff.”

Then Gus was stepping forward toward the intruder, his hands tremulously rubbing against the ends of the Slytherin scarf still draped around his own neck. “Hi." He cleared his throat, unsure of what he should even say. "Would you like to sit with us?” He tried to smile. Maybe if he ignored what he just saw, he could explain away what he’d say; or maybe it just wouldn’t come up at all. Doubtful, but Gus was always a hopeful person.

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