Only you can have the Portkey to my heart ♡ (MewGulf)

6 : Night Flying

Mew couldn't sleep.

He hadn't been able to sleep for days now, it was all a blur of tossing and turning, of sleepless nights and restless dreams, culminating in this most recent stretch of not sleeping at all. His head felt tangled up in sixteen different types of knot, and his emotions were even farther out of whack.

As the minute hand of the clock on his bedside table ticked softly into place beside the hour hand, both now resting at the twelve, Mew sighed and finally gave in. He pushed his bedcovers away from him, kicking them down into a rumpled heap at the bottom of his bed, and then groped under his pillow for his wand.

"Lumos."
( A/n: It's a spell to light up a room )

He winced as his small curtained space lit up, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

Mew quickly got out of the dorm with the intention of grabbing his broom and hitting the Quidditch pitch for the first time all year. He wanted to be up in the sky because everything made so much sense up there.
Also in November there will be two Quidditch matches, the first one between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the second one between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. As the Seeker and captain of Gryffindor team he really needed to brush up on his skills before they start practicing.

As a present on his birthday his mother had given him a new broom before coming to Hogwarts this year. It was the newest model available, the Moonraker.
The broom felt so right between his legs, and when he pushed off the ground and the wind blew his hair back from his forehead, a brilliant grin lit up Mew's face. He didn't stop until he felt the moisture of a low-hanging cloud on his arms and then he sat there breathing in the fresh air and letting the cool serenity of the moment wash over him.

The fact that Art no longer occupied his thoughts, that he no longer had access to his life makes Mew feel oddly contented. The memory of the incident no longer makes him feel uncomfortable and angry, just resigned and a little weary at how petty some people could be.

With another gulping lungful of air, he pointed the broom back down and sped towards the earth like he was after a Snitch in a tied game against Slytherin, when that little flicker of gold was life or death and nothing - absolutely nothing outside of the Quidditch pitch - held any significance whatsoever.
He pulled out of the dive perhaps five feet from the ground in a manoeuvre that would have sent the stands into wild fits of cheering and Mew smiled just thinking about it, knowing that it was only ever during a Quidditch match that he enjoyed the attention of people.

When he looked over at the stands he saw someone sitting there.
Mew hadn't thought that that someone would be his potions partner Gulf Kanawut ( Yes, by now he knows his full name)

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After dinner Gulf had decided to go for a walk to clear his head. The autumn air outside the castle was colder than he had expected, but he found himself appreciating the cooling effect. He let out a smoky breath and started to walk towards the pitch.
He'd spent all of his classes after potions in a sort of daze, trying to work out why he feels what he feels when a certain Gryffindor was close.

Whenever he saw Mew his heart leapt.

Gulf didn't want to believe it.
He didn't want to accept it.
But whenever they crossed paths, whenever he glimpsed Mew across the corridor or heard the echo of his laughter, whenever he so much as spied a shock of dark hair in a relatively Mew-like shape, his emotions did somersaults.

He gets that it is his body's natural reaction infront of someone he likes. But Gulf has never liked a bloke before.

He had crushes and relationships in the past but all of them were girls.
He was mostly convinced all of his life that he was straight and now when he is questioning his sexuality, he doesn't know whom he should talk to.

Though Mild was his best friend and a supportive one at that, Gulf knew he won't be of much help at situations like this.
The only other person he could go to was his elder sister Grace, but Gulf didn't want to.
It wasn't that he thought she would be mad - on the contrary, she might have even approve of it and given some useful advise . The problem was that she would undeniably want to talk about it, know everything in details ( a very Ravenclaw trait ) the pros and the cons, the risks and the reward and Gulf wasn't yet ready for that.

Gulf made it to the pitch without even realizing. The stands were empty so he decided to sit there and enjoy the fresh air a little more.

He looked up towards the sky thinking he should have brought his broom along, and spotted someone riding a broom at a speed which was impressive and dangerous at the same time. When the person rode a little lower Gulf immediately recognized who he was.

The least he could say was that Mew Suppasit riding a broom high up in the air, with his hair lashing in the wind and eyes fierce with determination looked sexy as fuck!

It seems that Mew had also spotted him because he slowly rode further down towards the empty stands where Gulf was sitting.

"Shit Shit, is he coming towards me? Oh God! What should I do now?"
Gulf internally panicked.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE : I hope you all enjoyed reading till now :)
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