Chapter 1 : Badly Taken News
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You, Lorcan Scamander, are cordially invited to the wedding of Dominique Weasley and Amanda Williams on August 24th.
"So, that's it then," he whispered to himself. Lorcan had been able to ignore it during the engagement, but now a date had been set, it was really happening; Dom was actually getting married in a month.
"He's actually getting married," Lorcan murmured, then repeated it to himself, getting louder and louder each time, forcing the words to sink in.
Finally, he sunk to the floor and placed his head against the wall. He felt defeated, though he knew he had no reason to; Lorcan hadn't tried to stop it. Not once did he even try to tell Dom how he felt. And why would he? Dom had never felt anything for another man, why would he feel something for Lorcan? Dom was straight; it would never work.
"You got your invite, then?"
Lorcan looked up quickly. "Hey, Ly." His gaze landed on the table for a second. "Yeah, I got it. I take it you and Hugo did too."
Lysander nodded slowly, taking in his brother's apartment; it was messier than usual, dishes were still in the sink and clothes were still on the floor. Lorcan knew what he was thinking; he was usually so clean, but neither commented on it. They both knew why. Instead, Lysander cleared his throat and moved forward. "They're having a gathering at the Burrow, Molly's idea, everyone's going. That's partly why I'm here; to ask if you're coming."
"It would be weird if I didn't," he answered, standing up. "Partly?"
"Of course I mainly came to see how you were," Lysander told him as though it were obvious. "You're my twin brother." Lorcan could feel his brother's eyes on him as he sorted through the mess until Lysander couldn't take it anymore and stopped him. He took his shoulders and turned him around. "I think it's for the best. Now that a date has been set, you can accept it and move on. This will do you good, Lorcan. I promise."
Lorcan took a while to answer, he knew Lysander thought he was hesitating, but he was just imagining a different future than what he had been imagining for years previously. He couldn't. But he knew his brother was right. He smiled softly. "I know and I will. I'm going to get ready for this 'gathering'," he smirked at the word Lysander used; Molly's gatherings were more like parties, they were huge and everyone was invited, and pointed to his bedroom door. "I'll see you later."
"Eight o'clock," Lysander said as he walked away. Lorcan only replied with a nod.
When his brother left, Lorcan started a new mantra, to convince himself this time: "This is a good thing."
The Burrow was packed already when Lorcan got there, the whole family was there, as well as friends, and the party was in full swing, as they said. He squeezed past Louis and Vic, who were arguing again, Lorcan didn't bother to pay attention, they were normally just little things. He said hello to Rose, waved to Albus and made his way to Hugo, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Where's Ly?" he asked.
Hugo narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned back. "It's scary how alike you look. He's in the bathroom, he'll be back in a minute."
"Just let him know I'm here," he replied, chuckling. "You'd think that after twenty four years, you'd be able to tell us apart."
"I can," Hugo confirmed. "Still scary."
Lorcan left, shaking his head and smiling; he loved talking to Hugo, he seemed to make everything better. He pushed past crowds and stood with Teddy. Teddy was another person who could have a good time with, no matter the situation he was in.
"So, Lorcan, Ly said you had a date the other night; boy or girl this time?"
"Is that all you care about, Ted?" he asked.
Teddy responded with a nod and a wink. "Of course."
"She was lovely," Lorcan said after a few moments. "But not my type."
Teddy sighed dramatically, "The curse of being, what... pansexual?"
"You'd think we'd have more options," Lorcan played along. They laughed at the jokes, knowing it was only in jest, and then Lorcan cleared his throat. "Ted, do you think there's only one person for someone?"
"Like soulmates?" he asked. Ted narrowed his eyes, thinking of a good enough answer. "No. I think if you love someone enough, you can love them forever. But if that love doesn't work out for whatever reason, you can find love again. Why? Have you got your eye on someone?" Lorcan dropped his eyes to the floor. "You do! Who is it? Do I know them? Is that why you're asking these questions?" He tutted. "What's wrong? Are they with someone else? Are they straight?"
"No," Lorcan lied. "There's no one. I've just had such bad luck with people that I can't help but wonder if I just haven't found the right person yet and then I wonder why."
Ted opened his mouth to speak, then turned to the right. "Oh, finally. Here he comes, the guest of honor; my brother-in-law. I wonder where she is."
Lorcan turned, stupidly thinking he had been talking about Louis, and his throat suddenly became dry. His eyed locked with Dom's for a second and he turned away quickly. "I'm going to get a drink," he told Teddy and left before his friend could reply.
He tried not to run to the kitchen and poured a glass of champagne he knew the Potters had brought - it was Ginny's favorite - and drained almost the entire glass.
"Take it easy," he said from behind.
Lorcan groaned silently and poured another drink, before turning around a big smile on his face. "Dom, hi. Congratulations, I don't think I've said that to you yet." He really hoped it wasn't as forced as it sounded.
If it was, Dominique either didn't notice or pretended not to. "Thank you," he answered. He moved to Lorcan's side and poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey. "It feels so good to have finally set a date. I was starting to fear we'd be engaged forever."
"You've been engaged for six months," Lorcan answered with little enthusiasm.
Dom gave him a weird look, not understanding his tone, but then shrugged. "Yeah, but not once did we even talk about a date or preparations of any kind until last week."
"Maybe you were just busy," Lorcan said. He placed his glass onto the side, picked up a bottle and walked away. "I'll be sure to drink to you and your fiancé on your special day."
"Are you okay?" Dom called.
Lorcan sighed. "Fantastic."
The longer the night seemed to drag, the more Lorcan seemed to drink. He was not taking it well and people were beginning to notice, though only Lysander knew why. Hugo too, if his brother told. And Lorcan wouldn't be surprised if he did.
After knocking into more guests than he could count and disappearing, Teddy finally found him in the garden, leaning against a tree, with his knees tucked into his chest and his head in his arms. "Are you okay?"
"I've been asked that so many times tonight," Lorcan mumbled. He looked up. "No, I'm not okay, I think I'm gonna be sick. Actually I'm sure of it, I just don't know when." He chuckled suddenly. "It's why I'm sitting here."
Teddy pulled him up slowly. "Come on, I'll take you home."
"I've got him," Dom murmured, taking Lorcan from Teddy's arms and wrapping his own around the man's waist. "You go back to the party."
"Are you sure?" Ted asked slowly. "It's your party."
"Yeah," Dom nodded, smiling. "It's late and you know I can't stand crowds after a while. Besides, Vic's looking for you. Just tell Amanda where I am, alright?"
Lorcan was lucky Dom Apparated them into his bathroom; as soon as his feet touched the floor, he threw up. "I heard you telling Ted you were gonna be sick."
Lorcan replied with a thumbs up and wrapped his arms around his head again. Dom stayed by the door until Lorcan felt he was okay. He wobbled trying to stand and Dom caught him in his arms. "Thanks."
"Still drunk," Lorcan giggled. Dom guided him to his bedroom. "How the hell do you know where everything is?" he asked.
Dom chuckled. "Let's not forget who helped you move in last year."
"Oh, yeah." Dom walked him to his bedside table and turned him around so they were face to face. He removed Lorcan's jacket. "I can undress myself you know."
Dom stood back, smirking. "Be my guest."
"You're going to watch me undress?"
Lorcan glared at his smug grin and began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. It didn't take him long to become frustrated. Laughing, Dom stepped in. "Here, let me help."
He undid the buttons of Lorcan's shirt and removed his belt, unzipping his pants. "I assume you can do the rest yourself."
"Why?" Lorcan raised an eye-brow. "Would you undress me completely if I said no?"
Lorcan cursed the room for being so dark; he couldn't tell what Dom's facial expression was but he could have sworn his face had gone slightly red. "Do you want my help?" he asked.
"I'm fine," he whispered. "Drunk but fine." He removed his clothes with relative ease, taking note of how Dom averted his eyes, and got into bed.
Dom moved and sat at his side. "Are you okay?"
"Please stop asking me that," Lorcan muttered into his pillow.
"Somethings wrong," he said. "You're not normally like this." He placed a hand on Lorcan's back. "You know you can talk to me. I've known you forever."
But he was already asleep.
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