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Wilhelm ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time with the agility of a cat, his lungs burning with the effort of it. He burst into the dorm room he shared with the four other boys, finding himself greeted with silence. The room seemed to be vacant and all 5 beds looked empty, with the sole exception of Edmund’s, the canopy curtains drawn shut. If Wilhelm knew anything about Edmund, it was that he was probably behind those curtains now, avoiding any chance of human interaction. Which is why a toothy grin stretched across his face at the thought of bothering him. He stepped up to the bed quietly, practically vibrating with excitement as he yanked the curtains open.
“SURPRISE!” he yelled, before realizing the bed was empty.
Edmund wasn’t there. Wilhelm scowled at Edmund’s absence for ruining his chosen form of entertainment before his eyes caught on a book laid on the bed. It seemed to be some sort of old navigation journal and Wilhelm rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he picked it up. Between Mulciber’s nature hobby, Snape’s obsession with correcting old textbooks and Edmund’s interest in mundane aspects of the sea he wasn’t sure which of his friends had the most boring interests. But he knew which one he’d rather listen to. He climbed into Edmund’s bed and laid down in his damp shirt, knowing he’d complain later about the sweat. He wondered if he could distract him by bringing up sharks again or calling dolphins fish. The last time he’d made that mistake, it launched Edmund into a lecture on aquatic mammals and human stupidity but somehow Wilhelm had managed to segue the lecture into one about sharks. They were the only forms of aquatic life he gave a shit about. And maybe manta-rays, they seemed cool when Edmund talked about them. Wilhelm thought they looked a little funny.
Wilhelm flipped through the pages of the book, not paying much attention to the content until he saw the word “princess” on a page. He paused, going back to the start of the page, his eyes scanning over the words. Nothing on that page seemed like something from a navigation journal unless there were new revised editions with faeries and princesses. He kept reading, flipping through the pages of what he assumed to be a trashy romance book written by muggles because all the magic elements were completely inaccurate. Of all the people he thought to enjoy trashy romance Edmund was nowhere near the top of his list and the story only got more outlandish as it went on. Suddenly the faerie prince was kidnapping the human princess and saying things you wouldn’t even hear in a quidditch locker room full of teenage boys. There was no way Edmund of all people liked this. Edmund who was always too “sophisticated” for dirty jokes. The boy who thought of PDA as disgusting and believed every couple who partook in it deserved to be sawed in half could not be the same guy who walked around all day nose deep in a navigation journal that was apparently a cover for poorly written fantasy. Wilhelm pulled out his wand and flicked it sharply, casting revelio. The navigation cover promptly disappeared, leaving in its wake a new cover with the title “forbidden” in big bold letters across it, thorns travelling up the spine.
“Hm tacky” he shrugged.
The run he did up the stairs and all his time outside finally seemed to catch up to him, causing his stomach to rumble.
“Accio” he yelled across the room at the packet of dried squid on his bed, drawing it into his waiting hand.
He settled back down to read, surprisingly invested in finding out what happens next and biting into some squid as he turned the page. Nothing could have prepared him for the 8-page sex scene in the next chapter and the neatly placed bookmark on the fifth page of the scene. His eyes widened as he kept reading, surprised at all the different terms one could use for genitalia. His least favorite was probably “feminine folds”. The term annoyed him to no end and it just kept popping up.
He had just reached page six and the faerie prince and human princess were at it again with his “thick rod” rubbing against her feminine folds once more when the dorm door suddenly opened and Edmund walked in.
Wilhelm glanced up for a second, their eyes locking immediately and he felt his face grow warm like a child caught stealing out of the cookie jar. Shit he was caught red-handed.
Edmund hadn’t seemed to notice yet, drawing nearer to the bed, fumbling in his pockets for his glasses.
“What are you doing in my bed Wil.”
“Taking a nap?”
“Sure.”
Edmund finally fished out his glasses and put them on, letting his eyes slide over Wilhelm, pausing at the book now lying on his chest, freed of the enchantment Edmund had placed on it. Edmund’s face paled at the sight.
“Good book.” Wilhelm nodded in his direction.
“What are you doing with that.” Edmund said quietly
“Found it on your bed. Seems they’ve updated the navigation journals since this one comes with faeries and princesses”
“...”
“You seriously like this?” Wilhelm asked skeptically.
“I’m going to strangle you.”
“Yeah you’d be into that wouldn’t you.” He said with a smug grin.
Edmund flushed a deep shade of pink and lunged for the book. “Shut up”
Wilhelm sprang off the bed, planting distance between him and Edmund. “Make me”
Edmund clenched his fists. “Give me back my book.”
“Aww but I was planning on sharing it with the others.”
“Wilhelm I’m serious.” He moved closer to Wilhelm, grabbing for the book, just barely missing it when Wilhelm twirled out of reach.
“So am I. I’m sure the others would love to hear about slick folds and dripping” he said with a shark-toothed grin.
“Oh sod off.” Edmund scoffed, clamping a hand onto Wilhelm’s shoulder
“That’s not very nice is it? Any particular reason you’re reading this book?”
“...”
“No? Well then let’s pick back up where I left off”
“His manhood throbbed against my weeping slit…” Wilhelm read from a page “…pulsing inside my silken wa—”
Edmund’s hand clamped over Wilhelm’s mouth, cutting off his sentence.
“I said shut up”
Wilhelm bit at Edmund’s hand and he retaliated with a hard yank of Wilhelm’s hair, tearing a muffled “Ow” from his throat. They stumbled, the movement from their struggle knocking them off balance and sending them careening to the floor.
Wilhelm took the brunt of the fall, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud and dragging Edmund with him.
Edmund’s hand clamped tighter on Wilhelm’s mouth and he bit at Edmund again, this time digging into the flesh of his palm, breaking his skin open and eliciting a sharp hiss from him. Edmund grimaced, his features contorting in pain, fighting the urge to yank his hand back and tend to his flesh. He was sure if he did Wilhelm would just keep speaking and that was the last thing he wanted right now. But he couldn’t stay like this forever and his palm was really starting to hurt. He was lost in thoughts of what to do when he felt wet pressure slide across his bleeding palm. His mind went blank for a second and he stared down at Wilhelm.
“Did you just lick me?”
“No…”
Edmund pulled his hand back, and Wil’s tongue followed, a whimper slipping out when the hand moved farther away.
“Please…”
“There's something seriously wrong with you”
Even as Edmund spoke he felt his body respond to Wilhelm's voice and the feel of his tongue on his skin. He lowered his hand back slowly and Wilhelm grabbed it immediately, dragging his tongue over the wound once more. His breaths were soft and he groaned quietly as he drank down Edmund's blood, as if complaining there was not enough of it. Edmund wasn't quite sure why Wilhelm liked it or why he was letting him do this but he felt heat coil inside of him as he listened to the sounds Wil made. The tongue's movements slowed and then stopped as he stopped trickling blood and he pulled his hand away, this time without complaints from Wilhelm. They stared at each other, Edmund in shock and Wilhelm in apprehension, fearing he had done something wrong.
Edmund had always known Wilhelm was weird. The boy had always had his quirks but nothing he had previously done even came close to this level of this abnormality. He reaches for the disgust he should probably feel, knowing if it were anyone else he would have cursed their lineage to hell and back for this act. But he comes up empty-handed. He can't bring himself to feel disgust with Wilhelm. He's always let him off easier than the others. He doesn't even feel nauseated. In fact he even finds he enjoys it, a little more than he thinks he should. He'd never entertained the thought of someone drinking his blood and he'd never found it sexy but something about what just happened makes him want to stab himself just so Wilhelm has something to drink. He's never been sensible about Wilhelm. Their friends often joked that he liked him and perhaps there was some truth in their jest. It might explain why he always feels so odd around him and why he feels differently about him compared to the rest of his friends.
He can see Wil’s lips moving, his features contorted in the rare way they get when he's feeling apologetic but he doesn't hear what must be an apology as he leans in and kisses him. Wilhelm's mouth pauses against his and Edmund wonders if he's overstepped but then Wilhelm's fingers come up to grab his hair and his lips are moving against his, kissing him back with an intensity he was sure the books had exaggerated. He'd kissed people a few times before but nothing like this and now he's sure the books had severely understated what it felt to be kissed, really kissed like the person kissing you was starving and you were the only thing they could eat. He dug his fingers into Wilhelm’s shirt when his tongue licked into his mouth, trying to anchor himself against the tide of emotions warring within him, his fingers grabbing at him through the fabric. Wilhelm bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and when it trickled out he licked at it, moaning into Edmund’s mouth as the taste. Edmund shivered, kissing him back as hard as he could, lost in the feel of their tongues melting against each other and Wilhelm’s mouth devouring his with a single-minded focus. He wondered absently if Wilhelm would actually eat him and thought he might not mind if he did.
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Wilhelm's fingers brushed through Edumnd’s hair as he curled up against him in the bed, reading the book from earlier.
“So....”
“What?” Edmund asked, his skin tingling at Wilhelm's touch.
“Are you going to tell me where you got this book from?”
“No.”
“Dick.” Wilhelm said with a pout, still carding fingers through Edmund’s hair.