... talk about fashionably late.

[Shiori]

“Tempus.” Shiori muttered the spell, give his wand a short wave before allowing it to clatter back onto his bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory. Without bothering to glance at the time that appeared, he snatched up a pencil-like object from his bed, quickly resuming his previous task. Wide blue eyes were staring fixedly at a large mirror, lids not blinking in the slightest as a stick of burnt golden kohl traced thick even lines around the eyes. He leaned back slightly, admiring his handiwork, when he caught a glimpse of his lingering tempus charm in the mirror.

“Kuso! Shit, shit, shit!” He hissed, realizing the dance had started nearly fifteen minutes before. Pausing momentarily to take one last look at his reflection, his eyes swept over the black converse sneakers that were his dance shoes for the night to the pressed, charcoal gray, pinstripe slacks and up over the pale yellow wife beater that was somewhat covered by the dark gold vest that hugged his chest. Nodding approvingly to himself he snatched up his matching blazer, yanking it on as he rushed out the door.

Luck was not on his side as it took him nearly another ten minutes to find the dance hall, having gotten lost several times along the way. Stopping before the doors leading into the hall, he took a moment to catch his breath and rid himself of the harried look he was sure he’d acquired in his haste. The sound of music and merrymaking overwhelmed him as he pushed open the doors and slipped inside, eyes searching for his date. Spotting him sitting nearby the door he made his way over to Conor, weaving around the loitering students.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said, smiling in greeting before throwing his arms around the older boy in a tight hug. Shiori released the newest prefect after a few seconds, stepping back to take in the other’s dressed up state as well as the shiny badge pinned to his robes. Grinning appreciatively he said “You look amazing… and wow, you’re a prefect now? Congratulations!”

[Conor Driscol]

Conor stood as soon as he had spotted Shiori walking towards him. For a moment, he felt like all the confidence he had was gone, and he almost felt like running as fast as he could out of the school. Shiori, though in a sort of magical muggle style of dress, looked breathtaking. Conor was almost shocked when the younger boy gave him a hug, thinking it a mistake. He surely meant someone else.

But, no, the hug was for him.

"I- I don't look amazing," Conor said, staring into the younger Hufflepuff's eyes, "You, though, you look... well, wow. Beautiful."

He pulled Shiori in for a close... embrace? Yes, that was what it had to be. It was far too close and personal to be a hug. Hell, if Conor wanted to, which we can all assume the teenager did, he could just move his hand down a little bit, down the small of the smaller boy's back, and he could press his lips to the soft lips of the other boy. Right there, in that embrace, Conor could have done anything.

Instead, he just held it there, their foreheads nearly touching, staring into the other boy's eyes.

"For being late, I'll have to take five points from Hufflepuff," Conor joked, a smirk playing on his lips, "But, for being so damn cute, I would have to give them back. Maybe something else, too."

Again, Conor considered just the movement of his chin that he needed to press his lips against Shiori's. It wouldn't take much. They could just stand there the entire dance, lost in that moment. Again, though, Conor didn't kiss him.

"Shiori," he whispered, "does this mean... I mean are we... Shiori, will you be my boyfriend?"

[Shiori]

“M’not beautiful..” he mumbled, face flushing pleasantly. Oh wow. Shiori smiled in contentment as Conor embraced him, his mind going fuzzy as what seemed like snitches flew around in his stomach. He was finally going to get his kiss! Khol lined eyes closed softly as the smaller boy angled his head just so, only to be left with no kiss. Again.

Jeez, Louis. What a friggin' tease, he thought. Though he felt like pouting at the other boy, the urge was quelled by the immediate grin that took over his face as he was called cute. He may be cute, but Conor was just plain heartwarmingly adorable with his confident teasing one moment and his shyness the next.

He had finally asked him to be his boyfriend! Shiori had wanted to ask him to be his boyfriend for a while now, but he’d been afraid of scaring the other boy off with his somewhat flamboyantly eager behavior. But now Conor had asked him, so he didn’t have to worry about moving too fast. And, oh… Maybe he should give an answer or the blond would begin to think he didn’t want to be his boyfriend.

Tilting his head a slight amount Shiori pressed his lips against the other boy’s in a light, gentle kiss before saying “I would love to be your boyfriend!”

[Conor Driscol]

Conor felt a rush of electricity go up and down his spine as Shiori's light lips touched against his own. This felt like magic. As a proper response to Shiori's acceptance, the older Hufflepuff kissed the younger again, this time for a longer period of time. It felt amazing and scary at the same time, that kind of fear you get when the roller coaster is going slowly, slowly, slowly up the first hill. The fear of something amazing about to happen.

Conor, after ending the kiss, had no idea what to say. He just stood there and stared into Shiori's eyes again, feeling their breaths intermingling in the air. It was a dance, and here was a prefect just standing in the corner, definitely not paying attention to anyone else in the entire hall. For all he knew, a naked student could have just streaked past. He wouldn't know. He was all about Shiori in that moment.

"Wha-what now?" he asked, whispering again.

[Shiori]

He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Surely this feeling, this warmth, this happiness was what heaven was like. He never wanted this moment to end, he wanted to stay like that- lips pressed against Conor’s- forever. But sadly all good things end.

“Now we enjoy the dance.” he stated cheerfully, eyes sparkling with a new light. Shiori slipped his wand into his hand, waved it once, then just as quickly and subtly slipped it back into the hidden holster strapped to his arm. The effect was nearly instantaneous, the song changing from some fast paced wizard song to an equally bouncy and fast paced muggle song called ‘Don’t Trust Me’.

“Want to dance?” The Asian boy asked with a cheeky grin as he held a hand out for Conor to take. His foot was already tapping along to the rhythm of the song, grin widening as the singer‘s voice sung out his favorite part of the song, ‘Tell your boyfriend if he says he‘s got beef, that I’m a vegetarian and I’m not fucking scared of him.’

Ooc: Sorry for the delay. ><

[Conor Driscol]

((OOC: Sorry for the even LONGER delay. Lot going on in my life.))

Conor really had no idea what to do. It was a secret of his, but he couldn't dance in the least. He felt like a disgrace to the gay community. Even moving his hips to the rhythm came out looking like a drunken man on a boat. How did his boyfriend (woo hoo!) expect him to dance to a fast song?

"Um, Shiori..."

He leaned into the boy and talked close to his ear.

"Can we... well, I can't dance. Um, can we get a slower song maybe?"