The Chaser and the Artist - Prinxiety [COMPLETED]

Chapter Four

November became December. Snow covered the courtyards and towers of Hogwarts and chilly breezes nipped at the noses of the students. The fifth year Slytherin was sitting alone on one of the benches, scarf pulled over his mouth from the cold. He was drawing in a sketchbook, relaxed and content despite the cold weather.

As he drew, he pushed his soft blue bangs out of his eyes only for them to fall back. As Virgil finished his drawing, he felt a snowflake land on his nose. He looked up, realizing how late in the afternoon it was. He gathered up his papers and his sketchbook and started to head back in doors when...

BAM!

He was in the snow, his papers and sketchbook scattered around him. He looked up with wide, shocked eyes through his now bright lime green and red bangs. Virgil's heart jumped as he saw a very attractive Gryffindor standing above him.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" he said kneeling down to offer Virgil a hand. He didn't say a word as his hair turned as red-pink as his cheeks, accepting the hand with a shy nod. Virgil brushed himself off and started to pick up his papers. "Oh, here let me help you with that."

The Gryffindor leaned down picking up a few of the papers, handing them to the awestruck Virgil. "Uh, my name's Roman, but some of my friends call me Prince or Princey," he said, rubbing the back of his head with a smile. I think I've seen him around before, Roman thought.

"Uh, V-Virgil," he replied, blushing and looking at the ground. He was hiding his gaze beneath his bangs. They were turning even brighter pink and red, representing his blush.

Roman's eyes lit up a little. "Wait, I think I've seen you around before," he said, causing Virgil to look up. "You're that Metamorphmagus, right?"

Virgil nodded shyly. "I've definitely seen you before," Roman said with a smile. "I love your hair by the way."

To this, the Slytherin looked up in surprise. No one had really complimented him before, especially not an attractive Gryffindor. The only Gryffindors I know are Brian and his goons, he thought, suppressing a shutter as he recalled last month. "R-Really?"

"Yeah! It's so cool!" Roman said, still smiling. "How does it work?"

"Uh, well, I'm still kinda getting the hang of it," Virgil started nervously. "I don't really control what it does yet. It kinda changes with my mood..."

The Gryffindor was very intrigued. "That's really cool," he said. At that moment, a strong gust of wind shook the tree branches above them, dumping snow on Virgil's head. Both of then were frozen in shock before Roman started laughing. "Literally now!"

Virgil smiled a little, in awe of the person before him. His bangs turned to a soft yellow and pink without him realizing it. The Gryffindor was almost prince-like, which was most likely where his nicknames came from. He then sneezed, the snow falling off. Well, mostly; there was still a lot of little bits of snow in his hair.

"Uh, would you like to get some hot chocolate to warm you up?" Roman asked, cheeks a little pink. Whether it was from the cold, or he was blushing was a mystery.

"S-Sure," Virgil replied, shivering a little. Roman smiled wide, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they went for hot chocolate.

They found a little cafe in Hogsmeade that sold just that, finding a small table by the large windows to sit down and talk. Roman did a majority of the talking because of how shy Virgil was, but when he did speak, the Gryffindor truly listened, making him feel much more comfortable.

They talked about school, learning that they had very similar schedules, both being fifth years. Roman brought up Quidditch, informing Virgil that he was actually one of the Chasers on the Gryffindor team. Virgil explained that he'd only been to a game once in his first year and hadn't gone to one since.

"You'll try one again to see me play though, right?" Roman asked hesitantly. Virgil nodded, smiling a little as his hair turned slightly light pink.

After that, Roman asked Virgil what he liked to do, nodding to the sketchbook and drawings resting to the side. The young Slytherin bashfully admitted that he was in fact an artist. Roman then immediately begged to see his drawings, gasping at how amazing they were when he showed him.

"Could you draw something for me? You're SO good!" he asked giddily with wide eyes. Virgil blushed, hair turning dark pink and red once more as he shrugged with a small nod. When he went to take another sip of his hot chocolate, he found it disappointingly empty. "Here, I'll go get us another one."

Before Virgil could stop him, the Gryffindor grabbed their mugs and went to wait in the line for the cashier once more. The young Slytherin was blushing fiercely, taking out one of the small blank sheets of paper. He started to sketch something, his bangs turning a mix of cotton candy blue and pink. As Roman returned, he sneakily slipped it into his sketchbook before he could notice.

The two of them continued to talk before they realized they would have to return to the castle for dinner. They walked back to the school, heading to the entrance to the Great Hall. They knew they wouldn't be able to talk to each other once inside, each of them having to sit at their own House's table.

"So, uh, I had fun," Roman said, hesitating to enter. Virgil nodded, hair turning pink and red again. "Uh, Virgil?"

The Slytherin looked up. "Uh- would you- um, I wanted to ask you-" the Gryffindor stammered, stumbling over his words. "Would you want to be my date to the Yule Ball?"

He had forgotten about the ball; mostly because he quickly left upon seeing the unfamiliar faces of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The Triwizard Tournament had been permanently discontinued almost twenty five years ago, but in an effort to keep the relations between the three schools, the three headmasters had decided to house the other two schools for the year and uphold the tradition of the Yule Ball. The effort had been for the students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang to make friends; that didn't really work out for Virgil.

Virgil froze, eyes widening. "Wait, r-really?"

Roman nodded. "If you want to," he said, scratching the back of his neck with a blush on his cheeks. Virgil nodded, stepping close to lean up and peck him on the cheek.

"I'd like that a lot Roman," he said quietly, smiling as he headed into the Great Hall, hair made up of pinks, purples, and yellows from the joy and affection he felt for this Gryffindor.

Said Gryffindor was still standing outside the entrance, blushing like crazy and also unfolding a piece of paper Virgil had slipped into his hand when he'd pecked him on the cheek. His eyes went wide and a smile made it's way to his lips as he looked at the contents of the paper.

It contained a beautiful drawing of himself, with the caption of "My Prince <3" underneath. He found himself running a gentle hand over the signature in the corner, a stupidly love sick smile on his face.

Carefully folding it up and slipping it into his pocket, Roman entered the Great Hall, joining his friends at the Gryffindor table with a grin he couldn't keep off his face. He sat down next his friends, who looked up confused.

"What's the smile for?" they asked curiously, smiling a little themselves. Roman shrugged, looking over at the Slytherin table where he found the boy with cool hair. He was drawing again, but happened to look up and make eye contact with him. Virgil smiled across the room, making Roman's heart flutter in his chest.

"Oh, nothing."