Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
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: PG-13 for naughty, naughty thoughts and bad, bad words. Tsk.
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: Huge thanks to dominicluver for her awesome job as temporary beta. This chapter is for her. Warning: loooong.
“Hold on a minute!” yelled Dom’s voice almost at once when Elijah knocked on his door, and there was some scuffling around and a chair being scraped over the floor before the door opened a few inches and Dom’s messy blond head stuck out, looking puzzled.
“Elijah! What are you doing here?”
Dom seemed surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Elijah saw movement down by his feet and looked down to see a snow-white cat peer curiously at him over Dom’s ankle, which was restraining it with difficulty.
Dom saw him looking. “You’d better come in before they all escape,” he muttered, giving the cat an unceremonious shove away from the door, and opening it a little wider to let Elijah in.
Elijah had never been in Dom’s room before, and it looked… well, like Dom. Tidy and organised, yet when studied closer, with a hint of chaos.
In the center of the room against the far wall was a large four-poster bed, like the one Elijah slept in himself, with on one side a bedside-cabinet, and on the other side a rickety table on which a huge and seemingly empty terrarium resided. Another table with two chairs stood beside one of the large windows, and both the table and one of the chairs was piled high with books, test results, and homework. The wall on the opposite side was covered from floor to ceiling in bookshelves, full to overflowing. There were three large posters on the walls: one of some Muggle sports team or other, which was right above Dom’s bed, one of the Beatles at Abbey Road (Elijah knew the picture well; his mother was a fan) above the table, and a framed poster of the original Star Wars Trilogy, above the dresser beside which Elijah now stood.
He turned and smirked at Dom, who was watching him take in the room. “Dude… Star Wars?”
Dom grinned and crossed his arms. “I challenge you to find something more entertaining for a nine-year old who isn’t allowed to leave the house. I watched those films all the time, I loved them.” His eyes went soft. “My Dad bought me that poster at some Sci-Fi convention or other. He never told me how much he paid for it, but it must’ve been a fortune… it’s signed, see? Dad figured if I couldn’t get out, I should have something nice once in a while. He is like that, my Dad is. Never understood much of me, but he loves me all the same.”
Touched by the tone of Dom’s voice, Elijah started forward to take him in his arms, but jumped back with a rather unmanly shriek when he discovered the exact location and identity of the inhabitant of Dom’s terrarium. A huge, hairy, black and red tarantula was crawling lazily over Dom’s neck to his left shoulder, supremely unpertubed.
Dom cackled gleefully as Elijah flattened himself against the wall beside the dresser. “Oh, come on, mate, she won’t hurt you, will you, my love?” He plucked the spider off his shoulder with practised ease and, much to Elijah’s disgust, kissed it, then held it out to Elijah. “Come on, touch her. She’s really quite sweet.”
In answer, Elijah shuffled sideways out of the way, so that his back was now against the door, and as far away from the spider as he could be. Dom chuckled and pulled his hand back. “Oh, fine, you big pansy Yank, you.”
To Elijah’s relief, he retreated to the terrarium to put the tarantula back in, and the younger man gave a sigh of relief, even as embarassment washed over him. To hide his by now pink face, he turned to the dresser and studied the framed photographs it was crammed with: both wizard and Muggle. Some were of a family: a man who had Dom’s nose and crooked jawline, a woman with Dom’s eyes and hands, a boy who looked like him but not. Dom himself was not included in any of these pictures, which made Elijah feel sad for some reason. In fact, there were no photos of Dom as a child at all: the earliest one was a wizard picture that had been taken, by the looks of it, when he was already a teenager, grinning impishly and holding an object wrapped in a blanket, which might have been a baby, but that part of the picture seemed to be blurred or smudged, because it could not be identified as such. Then there were pictures with people Elijah didn’t know, a few of which were undoubtedly taken at his graduations. The latest picture was one of Dom with Billy on the Hogwarts grounds, arms around each other’s shoulders and laughing. Elijah saw the Dom in the photograph wink cheekily and blow him a kiss, and at the same time he felt a stab of grief knowing that his picture would never be up on this dresser. He suddenly felt extremely jealous of all those people in the pictures: why could they be on the dresser while he, Elijah, couldn’t?
Dom was blessedly oblivious to both Elijah’s embarassment and sadness: he was crooning at the spider which was now safely behind the glass, before he remembered his manners and cleared the second chair of parchment and books so Elijah could sit, then dug out a plate of Pumpkin Pasties from under a pile of parchment, and took the teapot off the windowsill, tapping it with his wand so that it emitted a cloud of steam.
“Sorry for the mess,” he said while pulling out mugs. “I haven’t had time to tidy up.”
As Dom was speaking and clinking around with crockery, the white cat came back into view, this time accompanied by another cat, which was jet-black. The white cat stalked forward curiously to sniff Elijah’s shoe, while the black one jumped gracefully onto the bed and stared at the opposite wall, looking bored and uninterested.
Dom saw Elijah look and followed his gaze, grinning as he saw the cats. “Probably thought I was getting their food out. I’ll introduce you.”
He stood beside Elijah’s chair and made a sound that was eerily like an actual miaow, making both cats perk up to look at him. “Ladies, company.”
Dom’s whole stance seemed to change as he spoke to the cats, as well as his voice, and as he inclined his body slightly towards Elijah with a kind of purring sound, a crazy thought entered the younger man’s mind.
“You can talk to them?”
Dom shook his head, smiling. “Cats don’t talk, Elijah, no animal can. The sounds they make are very limited, and only used to imtimidate or draw attention. Animals speak with their bodies, mostly, and that’s what I was doing.” He smiled wryly. “You learn that kind of stuff when you live in a forest half of your spare time.”
“What did you tell them?” asked Elijah eagerly, and he could swear he saw Dom blush a little.
“I told them that you are no threat, that you are friendly with me, and ah…” Dom was definitely blushing now, “a possible mate.”
Elijah giggled and scratched the white cat behind the ears. She purred with pleasure and leaped lightly onto his lap, curling up. The black cat was not ignoring him any longer, but was now staring at him with a haughty, mildly interested expression.
“This is Lady Vivien,” said Dom, indicating the cat on Elijah’s lap, “pet her once, and she’s yours forever. And the ice princess over here,” he poked the black cat, who glared at him reproachfully, “is Queen Mab. You’ve met my darling Guinevere earlier.”
Dom turned back to the tea, pouring it into two chipped mugs. “Oh, I almost forgot: how’d your interview go?”
“That was what I came to see you about,” said Elijah, fishing around in his pocket while Lady Vivien pawed at his other hand trying to make him resume the scratching. “McKellen sent me to give you this.” He handed Dom the crumpled piece of parchment.
Elijah watched Dom reading McKellen’s note, his smile fading fast when he saw Dom’s expression become stonier with every second. When the older man stopped reading and spoke, it was in a low voice Elijah had never heard before.
“What the fuck are you about?”
Having expected quite a different sort of reply, Elijah frowned indignantly as he stood up to glare at Dom. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me!” snapped Dom, waving the note. “It says that you specifically requested to be placed with me!”
Elijah shrugged irritably. “Yeah, so? He didn’t think anything of it, if that’s what you mean. I wouldn’t be so stupid as to make myself look suspicious in front of my Head of House, you know. I suggested it, he thought it was a capital idea, all settled, no harm done. Honestly, what’s the big fucking deal?”
Dom’s eyes narrowed. “The ‘big fucking deal’, Elijah, is that you are thinking about this project not so much as an opportunity to work on your future, as you damn well should, but rather as an opportunity to work on getting laid!”
A ringing silence followed these words, and Elijah, recoiling like he’d been struck full in the face, flushed a bright pink – and not just because that thought had, in fact, entered his mind. He was so furious and hurt by the remark he could not find words for a moment, and when he finally did speak it was in a high, shrill voice, trembling with anger.
“So that’s how it stands, huh? That’s how you think about me. Well, let me tell you something, Professor. I had a life long before you came along, and I already wanted to go in that direction, and just because you pointed me the right way doesn’t mean that this decision was all about you, you asshole!”
He had been high-strung all day, contaminated as he had been by the tense anticipation for the interviews that had ruled all the seventh-years, plus he had been on edge for days for being deprived of Dom’s company. The remark had made more than one dam burst, and his words ran as freely as his tears now.
“I really want to be a Guide, I really want to help people like you, it’s what I’ve always wanted! If you’re interested at all, Monaghan, I first thought of you because of that, because I want so much to help you. And of course I also saw it as an opportunity to spend more time with you, it was pretty hard not to, considering how fucking miserable I have been without you!”
Elijah shut his mouth abruptly, feeling he might have said too much, exposed too much of himself. He blinked furiously to clear his eyes and glare at Dom properly, but before he could, he found himself crushed against the Changeling’s chest, strong arms encircling him. He struggled against him, his anger still overruling his other emotions, but Dom held fast, and finally Elijah went limp, burrowing his face into Dom’s robes to hide his tears. “That was a very shitty thing to say, Dom.”
“I know. I was sorry the moment I said it.”
“Do you really think about me like that?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
Dom loosened his hold so that they could look at one another, and Elijah was surprised to see that there were tears in his eyes, too. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. It’s nothing to do with you, I just… for a moment… I didn’t mean it. Were you really miserable without me?”
Elijah noted how Dom didn’t meet his eyes, and how he changed the subject, but for the present he was just glad they weren’t snapping at each other any more, and he filed it away for future reference. “Yeah, I was.”
“Me too.” Dom smiled awkwardly, still not quite meeting his eyes. “I missed you.”
Slowly, a smile creeped back onto Elijah’s face. “So… aren’t you just a little bit pleased that we get to spend more time together? In a purely platonic, teacher-ish kind of way?”
Dom sniffed, and gave a hoarse laugh. “Well, yeah, I suppose I am, a bit.” He looked at Elijah steadily, a thoughtful smile on his lips. “You’ll make a great Guide one day, Lij, I’m sure of it.”
“With your help, I know I will.” Elijah reached out to wipe a single tear from Dom’s eye. “Hey, you know what?”
“Hmm?” Dom caught the hand in his own. “What?”
“I think we just had our first row.”
Dom chuckled. “You say that like it’s a milestone in history.”
“Well,” said Elijah slowly, moving closer, “I suppose it is, in a way. But…” he put his arms around Dom’s neck, “d’you know what usually comes after the row?”
Answering his own question, he leaned in and kissed Dom’s mouth hard, pushing their bodies together, making his intentions quite clear. Dom hummed appreciatively into the kiss, but when Elijah’s tongue pushed against his lips, seeking entrance, he carefully disentangled himself. “Not here, Lijah.”
“Why not?” asked Elijah, pouting slightly but good-naturedly as he sank back onto his chair, folding his hands around his lukewarm mug. “It’s your own room!”
Dom sat down opposite him. “Yeah, but I never lock my door, and everyone knows they can walk in at any time. Most of them knock, of course, but some of them don’t. Like Professor Serkis for example,” he added, not missing a beat as the door flew open and said teacher barged into the room, stopping short when he saw Elijah sitting there.
“So now you see, Elijah,” continued Dom in a conversational tone, “that teachers can be intrusive, rude sods, too. Oh, hello Andy,” he said, looking up and pretending he’d only just noticed his collegue’s noisy entrance.
Professor Serkis grinned his slightly maniacal grin as he thumped Dom on the shoulder and winked at Elijah. “Whatever he’s told you; it’s all lies. Fraternising with the enemy, are you, Monaghan?”
“Elijah has just been appointed to me for his career project,” explained Dom. “So we’re getting to know each other a bit better.”
“You’ve got a good one right here then, mate!” said Serkis, whacking Elijah on the back of the head in what he supposed was a friendly fashion, the force of which caused his student to nearly break his nose on the table as he slammed onto it face-first.
“Got three of the little buggers, meself,” continued Serkis as Elijah composed himself, gingerly rubbing his nose. “One’s a hopeless case, the others I might make something of, in time. You got any more?”
“One,” said Dom, his face falling. “Miss Goyle, of Slytherin. She insisted on someone else, however. Refuses to work in close proximity to me, because of… you know.”
A strained silence fell, in which Dom looked glum, Serkis embarassed, and Elijah indignant. He knew Belladonna Goyle was one of Mortianna’s gang, and her refusal to work with what she thought of as a lesser being was to be expected, but Elijah still felt insulted on Dom’s behalf.
Finally Serkis broke the silence with what he must take for a discreet cough, and said: “well, I’ll leave you two to it, then. Tonight at Viggo’s, then, Dom, if you really don’t want to hit the pubs instead…?” He looked hopefully at Dom, whose face remained impassive.
“Okay, Viggo’s it is, then. Don’t be late now, you hear? It won’t do for a bloke to come late at his own birthday party. Anyway, see you later, Dom. Wood.” He winked and exited the room, leaving the two younger men still sitting at the table.
Elijah looked at Dom accusingly. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”
Dom shrugged half-heartedly and mumbled something incoherent. Elijah caught the words ‘not much to celebrate, really’, and frowned. “I wish you’d stop doing that, Dom.”
“Acting like people shouldn’t care about you. Like you aren’t worth caring about. Because many people do, you know. I’m one of them. So why don’t you give us a chance to show you?”
Dom didn’t answer, but stared hard at the tabletop instead, a melancholy look in his ever-changing eyes. He didn’t even look up when Elijah took his hand across the table.
They sat in this fashion for a long while, until at last Elijah got up and kissed Dom chastely on the cheek. “Gotta go get some homework done. My teacher will be quite cross with me in the morning if I don’t.” That, at least, got a faint smile on Dom’s lips as he slowly seemed to come back from wherever he had been in thought.
“Okay. We’ll talk later, yeah? About… about the project, and all.”
Elijah nodded thoughtfully, still studying Dom. “Okay. I’ll see you at dinner. Thanks for the tea.”
He walked to the door and, before putting his hand on the handle, caught sight again of the many photographs on the dresser. The Dom on the latest picture waved at him cheerfully, and reached out his arms in a dramatic fashion, like in one of those romantic movies Elijah’s mum loved to watch. Elijah smiled and looked back at the real Dom at the table, who was perhaps not reaching out for him quite so blatantly, but still Elijah could feel it.
“Oh by the way, my birthday’s the twenty-eighth of January. Just so you know.”