I Know What You Are.....

The Slytherin Dungeons, most likely the most depressing of all the places in Hogwarts, yet only roughly a quarter of people (not including teachers) in the entire castle got to see it. The inner workings of it, the entirety of the section, was the Slytherin's home. Just theirs, no one else's. More importantly, it was partially Dominic's. Dominic's home. One of his favorite people resided here too. In something he denied as love, but probably knew damn well it was, at least he thought it wasn't.

How could he be gay? He was absolutely sickened by them. That Daniel Joshua Cethin, especially. He was the worst of them. The absolute worst. He hung out with Brienne, after all. He must be the worst if he hangs out with her. If something happened to that man, he'd be the happiest boy in the world. He would dance on the grave, then take a whiz. Maybe even taking a dump. That would teach Daniel not to be such a sicko. He failed to see the irony in his own words, and the impossibilities as well.

He sat down upon one of the comfy little couches, and began reading. He read stories of horror and gruesomeness. He shared the love of gruesomeness with his cousin, whom he vehemently denied relation to. Her and that....he couldn't even bring himself to say that offending word. That word. In the end he dared utter it. He dared to utter its foul syllables through the Slytherin Dungeons.

The sticky back of the label was beginning to peel off. It showed usage, it showed that the potions were doing him some good but at the same time nothing at all. With a sigh, Elijah placed the bottle back in the drawer he’d stowed it in and closed it, hiding it from prying eyes. He got up off of his bed and stretched his arms high above his head, the joints clicking. Elijah picked the pillow up from the end of the bed and put it back up by the headboard. He unbuttoned one of the buttons of his shirt and pulled his tie off. He pulled it around the bedpost and tied it in a bow. He smiled a little at his handy work and turned, walking towards the exit of the dorms.

When Elijah appeared in the common room he found the place unusually empty. Then again, most Slytherin’s now took to the dungeons, preferring the opportunities they presented. The younger years were probably in bed, however. Elijah’s eyes fell on Dominic and his hand instantly went to the rail that led back down to the dorms. He didn’t want to particularly talk to the younger boy. He didn’t want to even have to look at him. Elijah was sure that he’d manipulated the hat somehow, so it would let him into Slytherin. Unconsciously, Elijah looked down at himself, wondering what could be admired. He tugged at his shirt uncomfortably and looked up again, his eyes falling on Dominic once more.

After placing himself in an appropriate position, leaning against the archway, Elijah decided to speak. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He called across the room to the other Slytherin, folding his arms across his chest as he did so. “And where’s everyone else?”

Dominic turned 'round. It was the man he'd admired. Too bad he had to hang out with the wrong crowd, but then again he didn't care much about that right now. Not at the moment. He'd been asked if he should be in bed by now, the others were, but he wasn't. He needed an excuse and quick.

"Uh..I was doing homework". The book of deadly murders and mass graves still hung in his hands like an offending moldy sandwich might in the hands of a long dead office worker that unwittingly succumb to the effects of office sickness. That metaphor was more appropriate than any that'd ever been spoken right about now. Nothing more appropriate for a book about murders and mass graves, right? He laid down on the couch, not realizing that he was indeed tired.

"The others are asleep, but I don't feel very tired so I've been doing homework. Lots of homework". He sounded a bit...nervous. Nervous about what though? He was talking to his idol, though, that might be it. His eyes blurred a little when he finally set his eyes upon Eli's face and then they slowly drifted downwards without warning. He rubbed his eyes once more, then looked away.

Elijah licked his lips and pursed them almost instantly after Dominic came up with his answer. Elijah pushed himself away from the arch and walked further into the common room. He flopped down on the couch next to the fifth year and kicked his feet upon the coffee table, crossing one ankle over the other. Elijah stretched his arms up and placed them behind his head. “So...which class talks about mass graves and serial killers? Don’t tell me you take History of Magic?”

Elijah grinned and glanced at Dominic. “You really shouldn’t lie, y’know. It’s bad for your health. White lies are okay every so often but it’s when you start lying to yourself that things get complicated.” Elijah shrugged and closed his eyes. “It’s at those times when you really need to go and find a nice looking girl to have your wicked way with. Or nice looking guy...depending on your orientation. Or both, hey, I’m not fussed.” Elijah chuckled and kicked his shoes off.

“Homework is boring...” He said after a moment, opening his eyes again. “Let’s do something else.”

Dominic seemed almost offended when his idol mentioned men, "Ewww...no. No no no no no. I don't go for guys, no! Not by a long shot! I prefer b....girls. That's it! I prefer girls". He watched Eli getting closer to him, and his physical state eluded to lust, while his mouth kept uttering that he wasn't gay. He was conflicted inside. "I'm not like Daniel. Daniel just gave into you!" He didn't realize what he was saying right about now. Nor would he for a long time until he thought back on this.

"What do you mean something else?" He was puzzled by that statement, though he was thankful for anything that gave him an excuse to wring away from the topic at hand. Not wanting to discuss sex further. Besides, this was a bit of relaxation time for Dominic, he could really go for something else right about now. He didn't realize he'd dropped his book, which laid on the floor like a menace. A menacing thing it was. Something that he didn't want to have forgotten, since it kept him from thinking about the feelings he so wanted to hide.

The realization dawned on him, he couldn't hide his secrets forever, not even from himself. He could try, though. "Did my cousin make you weird or something?" It sort of slipped out from him.

Elijah looked at Dominic and smirked, his face communicating that he didn’t believe what the Slytherin was saying. “Daniel was a terrific lay.” Elijah shrugged, closing his eyes again and settling back into his prior position. He cocked an eyebrow at Dominic and smirked. “Boobs over balls, eh? Smart choice I suppose. But....what about me?” Elijah turned and threw his legs over Dominic’s lap. He laid himself down against the arm of the chair and cocked an eyebrow at the fifth year. “And no, Brienne did not make me ‘weird’. I’m not a fan of Bestiality.”

Elijah clicked his toes and moved his arms so they were resting behind his head. He closed his eyes and moved his feet so they were purposely sat directly over Dominic’s crotch. “So homework’s fun then?” Elijah asked, curling and clicking his toes once more, turning them in towards the boy’s crotch. Elijah sat up suddenly, pulling his feet and legs sharply towards himself. He crossed his legs and stared at Dominic intently. “Why would your cousin make me weird? Wouldn’t that be Daniel? He’s the guy...your cousin’s fabulous in her own right but I didn’t shag her did I? I don’t think I did anyway...” Elijah pursed his lips in thought.

“So tell me Dominic...” Elijah said off-handly. “Do I drive you crazy?” He flipped himself around so his legs were dangling off of the arm of the couch and his head was in Dominic’s lap. “I better do. I hope it’s not Slytherin’s portrait you’re getting off on..”

Dominic felt the urge to scream, to say something. "Uhh..." He couldn't respond to the question. Too confusing. He didn't want an answer misinterpreted, and he certainly didn't want to let on any dirty secrets. Though, his body betrayed him, especially when Eli seemingly teased him. The subject of Brienne came up, "Don't blame ya, she's one ugly dog. Like that Chinese Crested dog, or whatever it's called with the wrinkled skin and near-hairless body". He shuddered in disgust. "Homework sucks so much. It's...an abomination". His body was betraying him even more now, and he didn't realize it was.

"Well, I don't know. She's the one that introduced him to you, and drove him to you, right? That's how....and being her friend must make anyone weird. Even the man I lo-idolize so much". His eyes traveled across the room, and darted about. He wasn't ready to admit a thing. He had nothing to admit. Nothing. "Nothing!" He felt himself say, but didn't believe he did. Though he did. "I'm not gay!" His voice seemed to squeak in a softer tone.

He looked away, but his eyes couldn't maintain that. They darted back to Eli. He eyed his idol's body, a bit disturbed that he was doing this. "I'm not gay I'm not gay I'm not a (three letter f-word) I'm not a (EFFIN) (THREE LETTER F WORD - GOT)". He seemed to be trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Eli. A couple stirs from upstairs could be heard. One fourth year even came down to watch the shenanigans.

“There is this new thing going around...” Elijah yawned, stretching. “It’s called bisexuality. It doesn’t make you a bad person Dominic.” Elijah said gently. “Just a little bit different.” He nibbled on his bottom lip and looked at Dominic with intrigue. “Don’t talk about her that way.” He said with a hint of irritation. “There is no need to be so cruel.” He pursed his lips and averted his eyes. Elijah sat up and got to his feet. He took his wand from his back pocket and flicked it at the fireplace. A jet of golden flames engulfed the wood sitting under the hearth and he looked back at Dominic.

“You’re pretty defensive about it don’t you think?” Elijah said, picking up the clock sitting on the mantle. “Don’t they say that being defensive about something tends to mean you’re lying?” Elijah turned the clock over in his hands before putting it back down. He walked towards Dominic, stepping over the coffee table and leaned over Dominic, propping himself up by keeping his hands on the back of the couch. “I think you’re lying,” Elijah whispered, blowing warm air over Dominic’s lips. “Lying is bad for the soul they say...what can you do to remedy that I wonder?”

"Well, I know of bisexuality, but my father and mother always told me that it was a bad thing. A bad thing which should be purged, as it corrupts young minds". Dominic bit his lip, and he swallowed in a gulp-like fashion. The reprimand about being cruel from Eli was something he expected, "Well, she's my goody-two-shoes cousin, and she's bi. I don't want to be like her. I've always been told by my folks that because she's different, she's bad. That's what they said about my uncle, too".

He hadn't realized how verbal he was about his denial, and his backpedaling. He was sick of it, and he was sick of this bottled up feeling, and everything. He was sick of it all. Sick of the entire prospect of having to hide such feelings, fully sinful, from the eyes of the public. "I don't know what I am, I don't know what I should be. All I know is that I can't take your interrogation anymore. I can't take it. I don't know what I am or what I would be. All I want is to be straightened out. To be right, to know what I should be". He started welling up, but his body kept its physical effects from Eli's teasing.

“Your parents and my parents should go to dinner some time,” Elijah said with a slow smirk. “Except they’re at different ends of the spectrum. My mother’s all about Pureblood supremacy and all that jazz. She’s not a fan of homosexuality either. Too bad really...it’s an accepted thing in the Wizarding World.” Elijah shrugged non-comittedly and perched himself on Dominic’s knees, kicking his legs up onto the couch and digging his feet into the back cushions. “Maybe Italian?” He continued with a smirk.

“You shouldn’t be anything...there’s no label...it’s just what feels right. The touch of a woman...or a touch of a man.” Elijah’s hands travelled across Dominic’s chest and he raised an eyebrow, almost daring Dominic to do something. “You walked into my bathroom in France...what signals do you think I’m getting?.” He slipped himself forward so he was sitting in fully in Dominic’s lap, their pelvises touching. “I think...you like me. I little bit more than that creepy admiration...lust...that’s definitely there. But what else?”