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Mark closes his eyes tightly while his right hand raises his magic wand towards the creature in front of him, a single tear rolling down the soft skin of his cheek. His breathing is ragged and his heart is racing, pumping his blood through his veins at an alarming speed. The creature approaches him with an evil smirk, and he is so much of a coward that he can't stop it.
"Look at you, all weakened in front of me. You are so worthless" The voice that he loves so much throws at him, and he knows it's fake, he knows it's not really him, but it hurts so much to have his fears voiced out loud and in the form of his boyfriend, that he can't help but shudder. The thing before him smirks even more and continues. "You are a coward, just like your whole house of snakes, and I don't even know why I'm still with you. You aren't worth the trouble I've been through with my fellow Gryffindors, with my own family. You are just a whore, a disposable body to throw away when you've had your fun with" Mark is sobbing silently by now, all his fears and worries coming to the surface for everyone to see, even if it's just him and the creature in the room.
"P-Please, s-stop..." He begs with a small voice.
"Stop? Please, you are so pathetic, Mark. I don't know how you could even believe that I would have fallen for someone like you, you are just a..."
"NO! S-STOP!" Mark falls to his knees and starts crying histerically, forgetting it was just a creature that he could fight, hugging his chest with all his might as if to keep himself together, because by the looks of it, the boy could be being ripped from the inside. "Please, s-stop this!" His voice is slightly raw from crying and his body is trembling so hard that it feels like he is going to explode in a million of pieces any time now.
In that moment, a voice, the same voice that is in front of him right now, is screaming from behind him. He knows the voice, but he can't do anything to answer to it, his body feeling all too weak for him to do something. He vaguely hears a loud spell and a ringing snap before he feels himself falling to the cold, hard ground.
He hears someone calling his name, but his body is shutting down due to the pressure of the situation. He smiles, knowing that face but not having the presence of mind to figure out whose it is.
"Mark, don't pass out on me, baby. Mark, listen to me, it's me, okay? It's me, Jackson! It's me, I'm here and I love you, damn, don't pass out on me, Mark!
But Mark was lost gone to dreamland.
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"Will he be okay, Madame Pomfrey?"
"Of course he will, dear. He was just stressed out and his body gave up on him. He just needs some rest but he will be fine." The woman pats the back of the boy fondly and lets him alone with the other one.
The Gryffindor sits down next to his boyfriend and sighs, while looking at his face. Jackson takes one of the hands of the boy between his own and caresses it softly, almost absently.
"You idiot. How could you believe the words of that damn boggart? After all we've been through, how could you even doubt my love for you...?" Jackson whispers, almost tearing up at his own words, but being the grown up that he is (he is just a boy of 15 years, but he already thinks himself a man) he swallows his tears.
Jackson leans down and presses a soft kiss to the corner of the elder's lips, while a small and peaceful smile starts forming in Mark's face. The elder begins stirring and his eyebrows raise in his head when he feels someone next to him, but then relaxes completely, recognising the scent of the younger.
"Ka Yee~?"
"Shì wǒ, Mark ge."*
"What happened?"
"You defeated that damn boggart and passed out cold on the floor of that classroom. What were you even doing there, huh?"
Mark can't remember much about the situation, but he knows that he was not the one who beat the boggart. He lets it go for now, though, because he is a bit exhausted and isn't in the mood for another stupid fight.
"Look, I'm sorry about the words that I told you, but why did you believe what that creature said to you? I know I was a bit harsh before, but you can't possibly believe that I..."
"Jackson" The elder speaks up, and Jackson shut down, looking at the other one with his big, puppy-like eyes, always knowing to shut up when his gege is talking. Mark is a quiet person, which makes him enigmatic, and that's why only when Mark is talking, Jackson finds it in him to shut up and listen to the elder as if his life was on the line. "It's okay, we can talk about it tomorrow. I'm just so tired and I want to sleep..." He said, a yawn interrupting him and making Jackson chuckle at the cuteness that is his boyfriend.
Mark looks over at him with fond eyes and takes the younger's hand.
"Will you stay with me, Gaga?"
Jackson smiles brightly and lays down next to Mark on the small infirmary bed, getting himself under the blankets and wrapping an arm around Mark's slender frame.
"Of course I will stay with you. I don't care that you are a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor, Yi En. I'll always be by your side."
And with those words, the two boys hug each other and both of them fall into a land where even the most impossible things can come true.
*(It's me, Mark)