Who Knew? [Closed, PG-13]

[jayce]

Ritter Kennington - 16 year old, Ravenclaw student, just freshly came to terms with his sexuality

Conor Westhues - 17, incredibly hot and sexy...>.<;; cause he is y'know.

Takes place in the Leaky Cauldron, during the summer of course. Kind of that, wet, drably summer day.

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Ritter stomped his feet roughly upon the wooden floor of the dim bar, as he pulled his wet hood from his head. Water slowly dripped down from the tips of his long dark hair and rolled over his soft, ivory cheeks. Reaching up, he brushed it away quickly and content that most of the mud was gone from his shoes, he slipped further into the pub and took a seat slightly in the back. The young man slumped into the seat as the wooden chair rocked back and forth from an uneven leg. God knows he needed the rest.

Groaning, he slumped over the table and buried his face into his arms, his skin rubbing against the soft material of cotton. What in merlin's name made him think that they'd actually understand? None of them had never given him a second glance before and he was already hated for being a half blood as it was. Taking a deep breath, his mind raced back to the happenings earlier that day.

He had been occupying his room for the past four hours, sitting on his bed, mulling over his thoughts. It had been something that had been bothering him for a year now and he honestly couldn't figure it out until now. He had always liked girls, honestly, how could he resist such pretty things? Ritter had dated quite a few as well, but even then he found himself wandering away from them time to time. To say, Ritter wasn't horrified by this, he just that it was a phase because he was used to being around gay men. Then it finally hit him, it wasn't a phase, it was who he was. He liked men...but of course still the occasional woman as well.

So, the poor boy believing that maybe this was something his Mother would actually understand and care for had tore down the hallway, down the stairs and into his Mother's room and had blurted it all out as soon as that door cracked open. Of course it hadn't ended all too well. The last thing he saw and heard before he tore from the room was his Mother screaming obscenities and reaching for her wand. Being the smart boy that he was, he ran immediately to the fire place and flooed away as quickly as possible and that's how he ended up in Diagon Alley. Wet, wandless, and nearly penniless. Not that the penniless mattered, he had his gringotts key with him at all times, but the point was, he was a pathetic boy, sitting alone at a table in the Leaky Cauldron, nearing the point of tears.

[Kathryn]

If there was a word to describe Conor's mood, it was pissed. He hadn't missed England at all. He'd come back from Italy to do some last minute shopping to surprise his sister with when he went to England, [mostly for missing their joint birthday] and had dressed for the warm weather. Unfortunately for the ex-Slytherin, he had forgotten that the heat tended to cause a down pour of rain, and he was soaked in minutes from the time he'd managed to shove people out of his way and make it into the shop. Bloody muggles.

The first thing that Conor noticed was that many wizards had the same idea. Find the first wizard shop for refuge, it resulted in a very, very packed place. The pale eyed, light blonde was searching the tables for an empty spot, not entirely oblivious to the looks he was getting from females and males alike. It simply wasn't on his list of priorities. The bags were starting to make his arms hurt, and if he hadn't been in Muggle London, he'd have taken a house elf with him.

Finally, he spotted a table at the very back with a boy about his age slumped over the table. With a shrug he headed that way, giving his hair a toss as he did so, just for the sake of watching a few of the girls swoon. He stopped at the table and dropped the bags next to it before sitting down. "Don't mind do you? Everywhere else is full." Not that he particularily cared if he did. He was going to sit there anyway, he signalled a waitress and watched with mild amusement as she hurried over. The signet ring on his left hand clearly was a statement of being pureblooded, and high society, one didn't need to be able to see the crest on the ring to tell that.

[jayce]

It only took him a few seconds after before realizing that he had no way of contacting his brothers or his friends. He was probably going to rot in the Leaky Cauldron, his corpse forever lying over this table. [Of course, the thought of just going and buying an owl didn't enter his brain at all.] Ritter raised his head just as someone approached. His were kind of blurry from the growing tears and his hair was sort of covering his face...again, so he couldn't tell who the person was. Although he did have a rather handsome voice.

Reaching up, he quickly tucked his hand under his hand and rubbed his eyes before brushing his hair out of the way. His icy blue eyes peered out from the mass of wet brown hair to peer at the young man before him. While he seemed to be busy ordering a waitress over, Ritter was busy staring at the complete beauty of the man...or boy, he could've easily been either. It was only then did he realize that half the room had their gaze fixed on this...gorgeous person. He didn't blame them...

Quickly tearing his gaze away, he turned to the waitress as he dug around in his pockets. Where were those galleons he put in there this morning? His fingers finally wrapped around a handful of galleons as he pulled them out. "Just...a firewhisky and a room," he said as he laid all of the coins on the table. He was too tired to count out exactly how much it would cost. "Here, take it all." Reaching up, he shoved all of the coins to her.

[Kathryn]

Conor could feel the table's other occupent eyeing him, and didn't turn his head to acknowledge it. He wasn't checking if it was an appraising gaze or simply a curious one, either way the boy didn't make a move to object to him sitting there, and Conor rather prefered it that way. The blonde tapped his fingers lightly on the table while he waited for the waitress to completely make her way over. She was alright, as far as the female persuasion went. She jutted out a slim hip and seemed to be eyeing the both of them equally. It told him that the other one, was definately something he'd want to be looking at in a few moments, and he would, but his self needed something warm, and preferably something good.

"I'll have a soup, and something hot to drink. Chocolate I suppose." This time Conor turned to the boy across from him and took in his looks with stride. Blue eyes, darker then his own, and full lips in a pale face, and dark black hair, that seemed to have a tendency to hang into his face. He looked slim and a bit uncertain, and if not a bit embaressed by the fact that he couldn't find whatever it was that he needed. Conor arched an eyebrow at the way the boy tossed them onto the table, ordered, and demanded she keep the money. She took it gratefully, probably didn't get paid much, and wandered off.

"You know..." He drawled silkily, leaning forward on the table, resting a forearm on it, the black and blue thorn design of a tattoo visible around his wrist. "If you keep doing that, you aren't going to have any money left...And it is customary to pay after you've eaten."

His voice was heavily accented, Italian, from all the years he'd spent living there, and where he'd go when he was finished here for the summer. He eyed the boy curiously. He certainly didn't look like he bought rooms often, or that he had any idea that he knew what he was doing. Ugh, he better go to Heaven for this act of charity.

"The name's Conor. And you would be?"

[jayce]

Ritter had rested his head upon his arms again, but his eyes were fixed upon a certain ring on the boy's finger. He was a pureblood and definitely one of high class, there was no doubt about that. It kind of made him wonder what he was doing in a place like the Leaky Cauldron. The pub seemed like a place only drunks and loners drifted off to and the young man seemed like neither. Then of course the thought of the rain hit him and he realized the Leaky Cauldron was just another shelter from it.

Lifting his head up as he leaned forward, Ritter cleared his throat lightly. Then...he spoke. Dear Merlin he had a smooth voice, kind of made his heart skip a beat. That was saying something because it was usually him causing the skipping. Clasping his hands together, his eyes fell back onto the table and at the tatoo circling the young man's wrist. "Well," he said as he looked up. "She wouldn't be a very good waitress if she asked for more after I've already given her so much." Bloody hell, she'd be a horrible waitress! If he wasn't such a gentleman, he probably would have smacked her if she had the nerve to ask for a tip.

Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his neck as a trickle of water slid down under his collar and to his back, making a shiver go down his spine. He really needed that room. Ritter looked up suddenly and glanced nervously around the room as if one of the Knowles would come barreling through the door and blast him away with their wand. Of course there was no one pointing their wand at him, although there was a man in the corner pointing his bottle at him, muttering something in a drunken slur. A voice suddenly broke through his thoughts though as the young man introduced himself as Conor.

"I'm Ritter...Kennington," he said, throwing in his last name as an afterthought.

[Kathryn]

"You probably shouldn't have paid as much as you did..." Scanning the figure before him, Conor took in the state of his clothes and couldn't quite decide if the boy had money or not. It seemed now a days it was all the rage to buy clothes that made you look like a starving artist, and it was near impossible to distinguish some of the classes this way. "Are you experimenting on how quickly it'll take you to go broke?"

Alright. So he wasn't as polite as the tone of his voice and his body language suggested. He was more of a lithe predator. He enjoyed the hunt, and the more relaxed he looked, the more alert he really was. He felt little guilt for anything he did, and often did things simply because, as consequences never seemed to come at him.

And he decided this boy across from him just might entertain him. Pale blue eyes traced the water droplet that dripped off the edge of his chin and down the hollow of his throat, eyes lidding half way to at least give somewhat of an appearance that he could be looking at something else.

Teeth bit a full lower lip and tugged it back into his mouth, scraping against it as he released it slowly a second later. He did it mainly to see if the boy was interested. If he visibly reacted, he'd decide from there if he wanted to persue this particular venture. If not...well, he always did like a challenge.

"It's....a pleasure to meet you, Ritter..." An eyebrow arched lightly. "What brings you to the Leaky Cauldron?"

[jayce]

Ritter looked up at Conor. He didn't say anything for a moment before looking away with a light shrug. "I've been broke my whole life. I don't think I have ever owned anything that I've bought myself with my own money," he muttered as he flopped himself back onto the table. It was true. Although the Knowles were rich, he was so hated they had never given him a cent of money. Not even when his grandparents died was he mentioned in the will. Then there was the fact that his Mother had gotten married a few years earlier and after a nasty divorce only a few months later had lost half of her money. That didn't worry her at all of course because after less than a year later, she had moved onto another man. A richer man, but of course she was much too busy to even think about her poor son.

Running his fingers through his damp hair he glanced around the pub once more. With this motion, his hair became flattened back, revealing the whole of his face. His eyes slowly began to make their way back to Conor. His gaze immediately went to the boy's mouth though. Ritter had seen many attractive men in his life, but he was sure none of them matched up to Conor. There was just something about him that made Ritter...well, jump across the table and smash his lips into the other boy's. Suddenly, Conor released his lip and as he did so, Ritter's eyes quickly darted away. He attempted to seem as if he had not been staring at Conor for the past few minutes.

Slowly tilted his head back to face him, Ritter dropped his hand from his face and sat up a bit straighter. "Trying to get away I suppose," he said. "Just like everybody else in this pub." As if to prove his point he pointed at a drunked man a few tables away who was passed out over his table, his cup lying on it's side and the left over contents spilling out over the wood. "I'm sure that man is trying to get away from a family that constantly harrasses him." He shifted his gaze over to a woman, silently muttering to herself in the corner. "and that woman is trying to get away from her boyfriend who, no matter how hard she tries to make herself believe it's not true, doesn't love her." Ritter turned back to Conor. "And you. Well perhaps you're just trying to get away from the rain."

[Kathryn]

"Well you'll get there much faster once again if you keep spending like that." He would have said more before the boy infront of him distracted him by running his hands through his hair and revealing his entire face. Well, that just decided it for Conor right there. Ritter was far too good looking, for Conor to at least not make a go of it, and even if he wasn't in to men, it wasn't as if other supposedly straight ment hadn't succumbed to his charms.

He grinned after releasing his lip as he saw that Ritter had probably been paying far more attention to it then the boy himself had wanted. He seemed a bit nervous, perhaps even a bit embarressed, which Conor wasn't sure he had the patience for this evening. He'd have to figure out how to change that, and fast.

As Ritter's hair came down to land around his face, Conor took a quick glance around the place, and of course out the window by them to check if it was still raining. It was. And pouring heavily. If he didn't know that the wet, almost see-through white oxford shirt of his made for an enticing view, he'd have charmed himself dry already.

"And what, would you need to get away from?" Conor's eyebrow arched again in mild curiousity. He didn't really care whatever supposed problem this boy had, but he did like to know as much as possible, incase the information proved useful later. Conor did look where he was instructed as Ritter made his point using various people around the Pub as examples. Hm.

The young man turned around again and let his gaze hood once again as Ritter finished talking. Another drop of water dripped off his long hair and Conor leaned forward, predicting his path, weight supported by his arm lying half bent across the table infront of him. "Well, how do you know? Maybe I entirely love the rain..." His gaze flicked from the water droplet up to Ritter's face and back again, "and maybe I simply saw you in the window and had to say hello..." His other hand came up to swip the drop of water across Ritter's full lower lip as it landed there, his tongue darting out to mimic the movement of his thumb along his own lower lip.

[jayce]

Ritter tugged at his shirt, which kept clinging to him and sighed in annoyance. Looking up, he noticed that Conor was wet as well...except that his wet shirt didn't seem to bother him any. And it definitely wasn't bothering anybody else, especially him. Ritter's eyes were actually beginning to trace where the shirt clung to Conor's body the most, seeing the light hue of his skin. He was so absorbed in Conor's torso that he barely heard the question. So when Conor spoke, it startled him out of his trance-like state.

"Oh...um...my Mum," said Ritter slowly. As he said it, he emotions were torn between complete fury and sadness. Except his anger won in the end, as it always had. SO as he looked up at Conor this time, there was a different look in his eyes. Not the sad, abandonded puppy dog look from before, but more of a burning passion. That look didn't last long though because before he knew it, he could feel Conor's skin upon his lip. His face lit up in complete surprise and during this whole time, Ritter's eyes were glued upon the boy's tongue. Not long after, he could feel Conor's hand slip away, but before it could get away, something came over Ritter.

This was it. This was how he was going to get back at her. Yes he was using Conor and having him being so goddamn gorgeous was just a plus. Grabbing Conor's hand he pressed it down onto the table, stood up, leaned over and pressed his own lips against his. Kissing a boy was no different than kissing a girl, so it didn't prove to be so hard. It was just a different feeling he got. Pulling away, he spoke, his voice coming out a lot harsher than he had meant it to sound, "Where's that bloody waitress with my room?"

[Kathryn]

At the same time Ritter was staring at his torso, Conor's eyes were drawn towards the boy's when he started tugging at his shirt. He was slim, but not so skinny he was anorexic looking, which was definately the type Conor went for. He definately never went after anybody bigger then himself, he wasn't stupid enough to assume that without a wand he, who'd never done an ounce of hard labour in his life, would stand a chance in a physical fight. He never went after anybody too much smaller then himself in body type either. There was no challenge in easily dominating.

"Mmm..." He'd have actually made the effort to talk, if he hadn't noticed Ritter's sudden mood shift. He didn't consider it a bad thing. As much as the kicked puppy look was cute on him, the passion filled look darkened his eyes farther, and Conor never had been much interested in pity hook ups anyway.

Just as he was delighting in having the control and the boy, definately interested, though much surprised, Ritter had suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it down on the table before standing up to kiss him. Well, well....Nervous and embaressed certainly had fled quickly.

Conor kissed him back careful to tilt his head back slightly to try and take some of the discomfort out of the odd angle, and before Ritter could pull away entirely, he dragged his teeth along the other boys lips, leaving the skin raised a little. Ritter certainly could kiss.

His eyebrow shot up fairly high. Well, that certainly hadn't taken very long. He chuckled and bit the corner of his lip coyly. "Why? Think you're going to need it, very soon...?"

[jayce]

He would have held the kiss longer...if his insecurities hadn't suddenly rushed at him all at once. What was he doing? Especially in a crowded, public place. Glancing around hurriedly, he realized that nobody had really even noticed. Then again, drunk people were never aware of their surroundings. The few who did seem to have seen the little lip lock looked as if they wanted some more action. He turned his head and rolled his eyes. Running his lip slowly across his lip where Conor's teeth had made sudden contact, made a sort of shiver run down his back.

Ritter's head slowly turned towards Conor. His insecurities leaving just as fast as it had come. Instead, his words began to flow smoothly. It was like a conversation with any other person he had an attraction to. Just another flirty conversation, with maybe a bit more depth in the words. Conor was simply just like any other girl at Hogwarts who had caught Ritter's eye. There was no difference between boy and girl anymore in his eyes. They were simply all people, all for his choosing.

"I'd rather not stand here in these wet clothes for too long," said Ritter. Honestly though, with all these emotions rushing at him at once, he could have just as well pressed Conor against a nearby wall and kept going at it. But there was a sense of class and dignity he had to keep, even in a pub like this.

[Kathryn]

He vaugely noticed the attention that was thrown in their direction, but didn't do more then notice it. He was used to being looked at, and he was used to having people watch him when he was out with somebody else. It didn't bother him in the least, and he'd done more then half one short, though very heated kiss in pubic. The other boy had stiffened up for a moment there, and Conor suspected that he probably hadn't.

Conor couldn't help smirking at the choice of words Ritter had chosen. There were only too many things he could say to that, and each one more inappropriate than the one before it. Ritter, he'd noticed, seemed to almost back out when he was given the oppertunity to think too much, or was pushed too far too fast. He could stand to try his patience a little more.

"Well...we wouldn't want that for you now, would we? You might catch a cold.." Long fingers leaned over and lightly traced the back of Ritter's hand. He kept his head mildly bent to appear as if he was entirely engrossed in watching himself draw mindless patterns along Ritter's smooth skin. He looked around momentarily before looking up at the boy through his lashes.

"And it appears our waitress is headed this way..."