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Enchantment (6/?)

Title: Enchantment
Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
Pairing: Domlijah, eventually
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 for now
Warnings: Like I said, AU and crossover.
Disclaimer: This story is about as real as Michael Jackson's face. Harry Potter was written by JK Rowling, the boys and girls of the LOTR cast all belong to themselves, and I use their names and faces for the characters that are made up in my crazy head. I make no money off this.
Feedback: Makes me happy.
Author's notes: This story came to me while reading HP to my kids, and it's about the strangest thing I've ever written. Beta'd by the loverly avondster
Chapter 6: In which Dom and Elijah are totally not interested in each other at all. Nuh-uh.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5


Chapter 6

The end-of-class bell rang, and Professor Monaghan slid off the desk. “I’d like you all to write, in your own words, the differences and similarities between a Changeling, a Metamorphmagus, and a Boggart. On my desk by thursday, and no excuses. Have a good day, everyone!”

Gryffindor seven packed their bags and left the classroom for a short break in the courtyard.

Elijah hung back, fidgeting with his backpack, until at last Lily rolled her eyes and left him alone in the empty classroom to join Merlin and Morgan by the door.

“Want any help with that?”

Elijah nearly jumped a foot in the air when he found Monaghan standing right behind him, looking amused.

“No, thanks, I’m good.”

He straightened up and found himself face to face with his teacher, who was in fact only an inch or so taller than he was, and looking straight into his eyes.

People always told Elijah that his eyes were special, beautiful even, but Elijah thought they were extremely dull and common compared to the eyes of Dominic Monaghan.

Only there could the Changeling in him be seen, hidden just below the manufactured surface, changing ceaselessly. As he watched the eyes changed from green, to very light grey, to hazel, and back again to green, lighter this time.

Fascinated, Elijah stepped closer without thinking, and all of a sudden found himself facing a bright sky-blue that exactly mirrored his own.

The change was so abrupt and unexpected that he gasped audibly, and the eyes immediately changed again, this time to a deep black, as Elijah’s breath ghosted over the other’s skin…

Both of them backed away at exactly the same time, and Monaghan passed a hand over his eyes before looking back at Elijah, his breathing a bit quicker than usual.

“I’m sorry. That… happens sometimes. Did I scare you?”

But Elijah’s wide eyes had little to do with being scared, and he knew it showed. He quickly dropped his gaze to the floor and adjusted the straps on his backpack. He felt like an extremely awkward twelve-year old all of a sudden.

“No, I’m… you didn’t scare me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” He gestured his hands vaguely and then turned and fled the classroom.

***

Elijah was unusually quiet all through double Charms, and kept his eyes firmly on his books, which earned him suspicious glances from both his classmates and Professor Boyd.

But the page he was staring at didn’t concern the finer details of Memory Charms, which was what Boyd seemed to be talking about at the moment. It wasn’t even ‘The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7’, his textbook for Charms. Elijah was engrossed in his Transfiguration textbook; the chapter concerning Changelings, to be exact.

He tried to tell himself that it was simply because of his interesting ‘gift’ that Elijah was so fascinated by his new teacher. And indeed, he did find it very interesting, more than anything because of the human drama. Elijah was always looking for the human angle, always interested in the ethical issues of magic.

He wondered what it must be like, to not have his own body. He could scarcely imagine what Monaghan’s childhood must have been like, especially in the Muggle world. How lonely he must have been, always having to hide, and even now, always having to control himself.

Elijah kept telling himself that he was merely so interested in Dominic Monaghan because he wanted to know more about the dynamics of being a Changeling.

Perhaps he would have been able to convince himself, if he hadn’t kept on remembering the look in those fascinating eyes as they darkened when he came close…

“Mr. Wood?”

For the second time in one day, Elijah nearly jumped a foot in the air at the soft voice behind him. He looked up at Professor Boyd, bent over his desk with concern in his eyes. The next thing he noticed was that he was the only one left in the classroom.

Boyd quirked an eyebrow. “May I inquire as to what has you so enthralled that you did not even notice the signal for lunch? Surely the works of Madam Goshawk can’t have captivated you that much.”

“Doing homework for Professor Monaghan,” said Elijah, which was, in fact, a perfect truth, but Boyd now raised both his eyebrows in disbelief.

“Young Elijah Wood doing homework during lunch break? You’re not ill, are you, lad?”

Elijah looked up at his teacher in annoyance, aiming for a hurt expression, but his irritation evaporated when he saw the laughter in the Scot’s face. He shrugged.

“Well, I’d sure like to see what kind of homework can possibly be that interesting.”

Boyd leaned over Elijah’s shoulder to read the title of the chapter, and his face changed at once.

“Ah. So he’s told you, then.”

The tone of his voice as he said this could only be described as proud. “A very brave young man, is our Dominic, braver than any of us will ever know, probably. I do hope you and your classmates spared him a bit, hmm?”

“Of course we did. We’re not the monsters you made us out to be,” said Elijah grudgingly. “Sir,” he added as an afterthought, risking a glance at his teacher.

But Boyd was smiling. “I always knew he could handle you just fine. Now, if your homework can spare you, Mr. Wood, I suggest you go to the Great Hall and get some food in you. I don’t think Professor Serkis would be pleased to have you pass out during his lesson. He might think it has something to do with his personal hygiene.” Boyd winked and steered Elijah out of his classroom.

***

Dom didn’t rightly know how he should feel. Part of him was ecstatic for having conquered his first lesson without messing up too badly. He had been very nervous about it, and he thought that without doing the demonstration at which he’d been able to loose his control a bit, he might just have snapped.

But he hadn’t; it had all gone very well, he felt like he had made at least some impression on the seventh-years, and he sensed they may just even grow to like him. This was confirmed during lunchtime in the staff room, when Billy came up to him, beaming, slapped him on the shoulder and stole half his sandwich.

“I’m proud of you, mate,” he said around a mouthful. “I can’t believe you did it!”

“Did what?” Dom grinned back. With Billy’s enthusiasm, it was hard not to.

“Gryffindor seven!” exclaimed Billy. “I had them right after your class. From what I gathered you seem to have earned their approval. I hear things, you know, more than they think. They actually think you’re cool, something I’ve never heard them call a teacher before.”

Dom’s grin widened, though he felt himself blush. “What, they don’t think you’re cool?”

Billy grimaced melodramatically. “Dominic my lad, only first-years think I’m cool, and that’s just because I can do tricks they can’t. The rest of them just see me for what I am: a short, ancient, patronising git who insists on boring them with stuff they think they won’t need to know at all in their future lives. You, on the other hand…”

Dom laughed. “Bills, that superb definition of the term ‘teacher’ would have scored nine out of ten in any accuracy test. And anyway, I’m a teacher too, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you are,” said Billy, his expression sobering. “But you’re different somehow, Dom. You even got Elijah bloody Wood to do his homework, which is something I would never have believed anyone was capable of.”

Dom felt an odd flutter in his stomach at that. “Really?”

“I swear, all morning the little bugger’s done nothing else but sit with his nose buried in the textbook, even into the lunch hour. You sure made some impression on that kid, Dom.”

Some impression… yeah, you could say that.

The incident with Elijah had been on Dom’s mind all morning. He could’ve kicked himself when the boy had run out on him, clearly flustered by what he’d seen.

Maybe it had been because of all the exitement of his first day that Dom had let his guard down after the lesson, and then when Elijah had stepped up to him so unexpectedly, he’d let slip for a moment. Yeah, yeah, that must’ve been it.

Perhaps he would have been able to convince himself, if he hadn’t kept on remembering what had happened inside him when he’d felt the young man’s breath on his face.

Dom vaguely registered that Billy was still talking to him. “… though I don’t know if it’s such a wise move, to be honest, telling them about… well, about you, considering how some wizards still think about your kind.”

Dom felt a stab of anger that pushed thoughts of Elijah momentarily to the back of his mind.

“Fuck them, then,” he said fiercely. “I’m sick of hiding all my life, Bills, and I’m not going to keep secret about who I am, just because of some tossers who still live in the Dark Age. And this is Hogwarts: you know the students talk. They’d find out sooner or later anyway. So why not tell them first off?”

“You’re probably right,” said Billy, though he looked skeptical. “I’m just telling you to be on your guard, that’s all.”

“Funny you should say that, because I was under the impression I’d been doing that for most of my life,” said Dom stiffly, getting up. “I should go back to my classroom.”

Billy grabbed his sleeve before he could escape. “Dom, please. I’m only looking out for you, mate.”

“I know,” said Dom, patting his friend’s hand gently. “I’m sorry, Bills. It’s just a bit of a touchy subject, and… well, you know.”

He swallowed and plastered a smile on his face with effort. “Now get up, you old git. Let’s see you keep up with the cool kid, eh?”

Billy laughed, got up, and cuffed Dom on the back of his head. “Shut it, wanker.”

Tags: au, enchantment, fic
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