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Enchantment (17/?)

Title: Enchantment
Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Dom becomes a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and finds himself strangely attracted to Elijah, one of the Gryffindor seventh-years.
Rating: R for this chapter, for language and references to adult situations
Warnings: Like I said, AU and crossover. Also it's HP so, obviously, supernatural stuff.
Disclaimer: The wonderful HP world is created by JK Rowling who is not me, and the LOTR boys do not belong to me, both facts which I obviously regret but are nevertheless true. Sniff.
Feedback: Makes me prostrate myself at your feet and grovel pathetically.
Author's notes: Thanks go to my dear beta pinkegogirl. Have fun on your holiday, honey! Also: Yay for HBP! I had to make little to no modifications because of it, thankfully, so my fic is still more or less canon. Though my little crushed Sirius/Remus shipper heart cries a sad cry...

Chapter 17

Elijah was right in his prediction. Dom did not show up for dinner that night, nor for breakfast the next morning.

It was only after Gryffindor seven had left for their Divination class in the North Tower (a brisk ten-minute walk from the Great Hall), that Dom came stumbling in, face dirty and eyes wild, and Billy had to spend most of the remaining time before classes picking twigs and pine-needles out of his friend’s hair to make him presentable for teaching.

Dom felt dispirited and restless at the same time, all through the day. His night roaming the Forest had, for once, not settled his troubled mind. What he really craved was Elijah, to look at him and speak to him, to explain himself to him…

But when he finally did see Elijah, during his second to last lesson of the day, he could hardly meet the younger man’s eye, even though Elijah was looking at him worriedly. When Dom did not return his anxious glances across the classroom, he finally gave up and stared at his desk instead.

Dom felt a right bastard. Wasn’t it bad enough that he was feeling down, now he had to take it out on Elijah too, one of the few people here who cared about him?

So it was that he felt even more miserable at the end of the class. He remained seated at his desk as the students filed out of the classroom, and pretended to read the homework assignments the previous class had turned in.

The students, bless them, did not notice their teacher’s discomfort at all. Most of them wished him a good day as always, some already handing in the essays all the seventh-years were supposed to have finished before Christmas break.

Another essay landed on Dom’s desk, and at the same time a hand quickly brushed his own. He looked up to see Elijah looking down at him, blue eyes intense as always and sparked with concern. The hand was removed, but the touch had been reassuring.

Elijah’s eyes flickered down to the essay meaningfully, then back at Dom, who gave the tiniest of nods to show he’d understood. It was a sign they’d used many times whenever exchanging secret correspondence. Elijah gave him a ghost of a smile and hurried out of the classroom after his classmates.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Dom opened the essay, flipping through its many pages (Elijah writing an essay of multiple pages? And handing it in too early? What was going on with the world?), and finally coming across a small slip of parchment, hidden between the second-to-last and last pages.

Talk after classes? Please? Meet me by the lakeside. Love.

Dom smiled tenderly at that last word before taking out his wand and setting fire to the message. He watched it curl up and blacken on the bottom of his waste-paper basket, wondering what the hell he was going to say to Elijah.


Elijah was already waiting for Dom when he came out of the castle, scanning the lawn close by the lake’s edge. The boy stood with his back turned, looking out over the water, which was frozen at the edges. His woollen winter cloak was wrapped firmly around his slender frame, making him look slightly larger than he was.

Mindful of other students and teachers that might be in close proximity, Dom moved towards Elijah with long, confident strides, speaking loudly and clearly: “Mr. Wood, a word, if you please? I’d like to speak with you about your essay.”

Elijah turned and smiled slightly. “Sure, Professor.”

Dom put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and steered him away from the castle, careful to keep the gesture casual. Elijah went along with it perfectly, though his expression of rapt attention and slight anxiety might not be entirely fake.

“It was really good,” said Dom, walking him down the path along the lakeside. Upon Elijah’s look of confusion, he added quickly: “your essay. I’ve read through it and it’s really very well done. You’ve ah… studied your subject quite well.” He couldn’t help but grin at the unintentional subtext in that sentence.

This brought back a grin on Elijah’s anxious face. “Thanks. I’m quite passionate about it, actually.” He snorted, and his smile was now positively devillish.

Dom fought hard to keep a straight face as he quickened his pace. As soon as they were out of earshot of the other people on the grounds, he burst out laughing, Elijah soon joining him in his mirth, the tension between them evaporating.

“Seriously,” said Dom, still a bit breathless. He looked over at Elijah, who was still giggling madly, and wished suddenly to hold him and kiss him, but he reminded himself that although their exact words could not be heard across the lawn, they were still in plain sight.

“Seriously,” he repeated, his voice a bit lower now, “I do think it is exceptionally good, Lij, I mean it.”

Elijah blushed. “Thanks,” he repeated, equally serious. “But I didn’t ask you to come here to talk about my essay.”

Dom ducked his head. “Fair enough. Let’s keep moving,” he added, glancing furtively over his shoulder.

They walked almost halfway around the lake in silence, their breath coming out as little white clouds in the cold air. The sky was reflected in the unfrozen water in the center, a broken white that held the promise of snow. The wind bit their faces, and soon Dom’s nose and cheeks had turned bright red, and even Elijah had pink patches on his face.

Finally Dom spotted a mossy log lying on the bank, and the both of them sat down on it, looking out over the frozen surface, and the castle beyond, its windows little pinpricks of light against the already darkening sky.

“I’m sorry, Lij,” Dom said at last, breaking the silence.

Elijah turned to him and, instead of asking the obvious question, merely looked at him patiently waiting for Dom to continue what he had to say.

“I’m sorry I can’t make this perfect for you, because you deserve no less. I’m sorry we have to sneak and hide all the time; I know you hate it, I can see it. And I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.”

Elijah continued looking at him in that intense, unblinking way Dom had come to know so well. “I have what I want,” he said simply, earnestly.

Dom snorted humourlessly. “That’s terribly sweet of you, but we both know the truth, Elijah. As for me, I want to be together with you, but this situation we’re in, it’s far from the happy fluffy little pink sodding cloud you’d expect, now isn’t it?” He threw his hands up in frustration. “For fuck’s sake, I can’t even take you out on a bloody date!”

“I’d say you did a pretty decent job of it yesterday.”

Dom hung his head, so that his chin nearly disappeared into his scarf. “About that…”

“Don’t say you’re fucking sorry about what happened, Dom, don’t!” Elijah’s voice was fierce, and his eyes blazing.

Dom’s head shot up at the sharp words. “Fuck no,” he breathed.

He wanted desperately to show Elijah just how much he was mistaken, just how much he’d wanted to finish what he started… but the castle was in plain view, and these parts of the grounds were accessible by students at all times, even though it was highly unlikely that anyone in their right mind would want to come this far, so late and in this kind of weather. And there was still, deep down inside him, a part of his rational thought that was telling him how wrong and immoral he’d already acted, asking him if he really wanted to risk everything he’d worked so hard for, just for this boy…

Elijah’s voice broke through his gloomy thoughts. “Would you like to… to have sex with me?” He sounded apprehensive, uncertain. “Have you ever thought about it, I mean?”

Oh, but that question surely got his attention. Dom turned back to him, knowing that Elijah could see the answer in his by now smouldering eyes. “Every fucking day, ever since I met you, Elijah Wood. And you don’t even want to know what you do to me at night.”

Elijah gulped, and his cheeks seemed to colour even deeper. “Really?”

Dom grinned ferally. “Really really. Every night when I’m alone, I think about you. About touching you. What you’d feel like, look like, sound like, taste like… You have no idea how much I want you.”

Elijah’s eyes were hooded, his breathing shallow, and Dom knew what was going on beneath those layers of robes and cloak, even though he couldn’t see it. Hell, the same was happening to him. God, why couldn’t he just touch Elijah now, and throw caution to the winds?

But at the same time the more rational and less lust-driven part of his mind told him that deep down he knew he couldn’t, and he knew he wouldn’t. He put his head in his hands, shaking it while pulling at his hair. “I should really just shut up. It does more harm than good.” He let his head sink even lower, so that his nose was now roughly level with his knees. “I am such an arse.”

He knew Elijah had opened his eyes and was looking back at him steadily, though Dom could only see his hands, which were shaking from more than just the cold. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am!” Dom burst out, his head still down. “I am leading you on, knowing that I fucking well shouldn’t because that can’t happen under the circumstances, at least not in the near future unless a miracle presents itself, and at the same time I feel like I’m about to explode because I want you so much, and it’s about fucking time that I should for once in my life get what I want!”

He was not going to cry. He wasn’t, dammit!

Dom could feel the log move under him as Elijah moved closer, and he hunched over himself even more. “Don’t touch me, Lij, someone will see.” He couldn’t quite keep the bitterness out of these words.

“I don’t fucking care.”

And then his upper body was determinedly pulled upwards, and cold lips were pressed to his own in a scorching kiss. Dom moaned with need, even as his brain told him he really shouldn’t be doing this, as he felt Elijah’s tongue slip inside to caress the insides of his lips and the roof of his mouth.

“I want you too, Dom,” said Elijah breathlessly between kisses. “So… fucking… much.”

He sat back again, glancing in all directions before sliding back to what could be considered a reasonable distance away from Dom. His lips were swollen and his eyes shining with excitement. “Can’t we find someplace… sometime soon? We don’t have to go all the way, just…”

His hopeful voice trailed away as Dom shook his head, chuckling. “Oh, Elijah. Where would you suggest we do that?”

The younger man shrugged. “I’m sure I could find somewhere, I know lots of places in the castle that would be fine.”

“I dare you to name one I haven’t heard about in the staff room yet.”

To his credit, Elijah didn’t blanch. In fact, when he named the places he had in mind, Dom was forced to admit that some were new to him. Elijah smirked triumphantly, but Dom hadn’t played out his final card yet.

“Okay, now tell me those your friends Mr. Weasley and Miss Malfoy don’t frequent.”

It was Dom’s turn to smirk as Elijah thought about that for a long while and scowled at him. Then Dom’s face turned serious as he put his gloved hand carefully over Elijah’s.

“It wouldn’t do at all, anyway, Lij. I couldn’t stand the thought of your first time taking place behind the greenhouses, or in a broom cupboard or, God forbid, the boys’ lavatory. I don’t want it to be a grope or a blowjob or a quick fuck while we have to watch out all the time or we’ll get caught. I want to make it special for you.”

“It’s special as long as it’s you,” said Elijah. “I don’t care about the rest.”

“But I do,” said Dom firmly. “I don’t want anyone regretting anything later on.”

“I won’t have…” Elijah began heatedly, but just at that moment Dom’s senses, always on the alert, sprang to full attention. There had been a rustle of leaves that hadn’t been the wind, and there was movement in the half-dark clump of trees behind them, the creaking of twigs indicating that something much larger than just another rabbit or squirrel was approaching.

Clearly he must have tensed up, because Elijah fell silent at once.

“What is it?” he whispered.

Dom held up his hands to indicate that he should be quiet, and turned his head in all directions, listening, sniffing, every muscle in his body taut like a bowstring. He looked more like a wild creature than he knew.

“Monaghan, you daft eejit! What the feck are you doing all the way back here?”

Dom relaxed immediately at the sound of the voice. “Boyd, you fucker, you scared me half to death!”

Billy appeared out of the dark foliage, his wand-tip alight. “Why, you’re welcome, Dom,” he said sarcastically. “It was my pleasure to come out looking for you in the fecking cold just to tell you dinner is nearly over.”

“Bloody hell, it’s that late?” Dom looked at Elijah, who checked his watch and nodded. He turned back to Billy, who was regarding the both of them with one eyebrow delicately raised. “Shite, I’m sorry, Bills. Elijah here has turned in this great essay this afternoon, and I wanted to discuss it with him, and…”

Billy smirked. “… you lost track of time whilst dwelling in the delightful world that is the theory of Transfiguration. I might doubt your credibility, had I not experienced already the obsession young Mr. Wood seems to have for your subject. If only he showed the same interest in Charms.”

It was too dark even for Dom’s eyes to tell, but he was pretty sure Elijah was blushing at his full capacity right now. He decided to play the safe card: taking the piss.

“That’s just because the view is better in Transfiguration, Billy-boy,” he said in the best cheeky-monkey voice he could muster, hating himself for it. “How’s any student going to be passionate about Charms when it’s taught by a balding old sod like you?”

Billy snorted out a laugh and punched Dom in the arm. “Much as I’d love to stay and continue this lovely banter, my protruding bodyparts are about to freeze off, and I’m not even the one sitting on a bloody sodden log for the last hour. Let’s get us inside, yeah? Come along, Mr. Wood.”

He set off at a brisk pace, Dom and Elijah tagging behind on rather unsteady legs. Maybe the log had indeed not been a very good idea. Or maybe it was because their heads were spinning at the idea that Billy could have easily caught them at a less innocent-seeming moment this evening…

Just as they reached the castle doors, from which light was streaming and the delicious smells of dinner were wafting their way, Billy suddenly turned and looked at Elijah and Dom with a gentle expression.

“I must admit have been worried about you lately, Dom. I can guess how lonely you must be, at times. I’m glad that you’ve found a friend that you can talk with about things.”

He beamed at Dom and Elijah in turn, then headed straight for the noisy Hall, leaving the two younger men exchanging guilty glances, and not knowing how his kind words had robbed them sufficiently of any appetite they might have had.

Tags: au, enchantment, fic

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