~Twisted Knickers~

Dorian burst into the boy's bathroom, a hand clamped over his mouth. Blood oozed from his nose and ran over his fingers. His shirt was in shambles, having been pulled at, slashed, and vomited on. The skinny jeans he wore were in slightly better condition. Dorian tried not to listen to the disgusting squishing noise his shoes made as he walked. The vomiting curse that had been put on him was bad enough without dwelling on the sound enough to cause the next round to hit him prematurely.

It had happened shortly after he left the Ancient Runes classroom. He had potions next, and was in a bit of a hurry. However, a gang of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws stood in his way to the staircase. They went through his things, made him turn out his pockets, and would only address him using cruel slang. When he had tried to fight back, things got ugly. Dorian had gotten a few good curses in, but he was the one worse for wear.

He could feel the molten lava of vomit traveling up his neck again. Panic washed over him. His shoes were already squishy from accidentally spewing on them on his way to the loo. Urgently he grabbed the door of the first stall and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Dorian ran to the next one, and found it similarly locked. The teen slammed himself into the door of the third stall, fell to his knees before the commode, and spewed into it. Merlin, when was it gonna stop?!

Dorian gagged as the last bit came up. He was surprised his own shoes hadn't come out of his mouth with how frequently the vomiting curse was making him sick. "Merlin...!" he gasped weakly, voice cracking. Cold sweat ran down the side of his forehead. Dorian removed his shirt since it was already filthy and he didn't like how it felt against his skin. The young man stayed there resting his head upon his arms over the toiled bowl, too exhausted and afraid of another bout to move.

Only vaguely was the Slytherin aware of one of the other stalls being used. The toilet flushed, metal clicked as the lock was slid back, and the door gave a deafeningly shrill scream of protest as it opened. Dorian squeezed his eyes shut as his ears protested against the noise. He hadn't had the opportunity to secure the door behind him. Footfalls exited the stall, hands were washed, but instead of leaving the footsteps grew louder - closer.

"Showing the toilet a good time, 'Angel'?" called Doug Bancroft, surveying the scene. It was the perfect opportunity to harass him.

"Go to Hell, Bancroft..." snarled Dorian.

"Is that any way to talk to your first ex, cupcake?" Doug teased, slapping Dorian square on the rear. Dorian started to get to his feet, but Doug roughly pushed down on the middle of his back. "Nah-uh... Don't get up on my account. Been a while since I saw you like this, minus the toilet."

"Get off me!" Dorian reached behind him to shove Doug away, only to have Doug either bat his arm away or make Dorian bump into him inappropriately.

"Hey, do you still wear women's panties on Wednesdays?" snickered Doug, ignoring Dorian's snarls to be left alone. Without waiting for an answer (which was quite colorful, indeed), Douglas reached down and roughly tugged up the waistband of a green lacy undergarment. "I remember these!" Doug roared with laughter.

Dorian shouted at the sharp impact of the wedgie. "Get off and leave me the f*** alone, Doug!" Dorian tried to kick and flail to get the other teen off him, but between Doug stepping just out of range, being pinned down, and another wave of the vomiting curse the Slytherin wasn't faring so well.

Robert Greyson of Gryffindor was walking at a leisure pace to his next class not really caring if he was late, besides it was history of magic, a snooze-fest anyway. He was wereing his normal robes with his tie hanging loosely off his neck and his white shirt causally untucked. His sister Makayla would have clucked her tongue at him and make him tuck it all in claiming it alway made him look like he just come out of a make out session. Which he hadn't but he felt it fun to give off the impression he had. He smirked at the recallection in the Great Hall that morning.. Kayla yelled at him quite annoyed about his appearance infront of the entire school.. ah it was fun..

He was just walking by the boys lavatory when he heard swearing and the sound of fighting coming from inside. He wasn't normally one to get into another business but whatever was going on in here wasn't good.. he could feel it. He left his school bag at the side of the Hall and went to the Lavatory to have a look.

As he walked in he started to recognise the voice of Dorian Greene, a friend of his, and if he had to admit a little bit of a crush as well. From the sound of it he wasn't doing to good, He spotted Douglas Bancroft standing in the same stale, and from where he was standing the picture didn't look good at all.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked hostilly with a cold frown on his usual sunny care-free face.

He marched over to Douglus, catching a glimpes at what he had been up to with his friend and a angry glare crossed his features and he gave Bancroff a shove away Dorian, who wasn't looking to well at all.

So adding together that Dorian was a friend of his, thought he was sweet and adorable at times. He wasn't much of a fan of Douglass Bancroff, and he was humiliating and torituring Dorian who looked beat up and ill... Robert Greyson looking like a very very angry Gryffindor indeed.

Dorian inched forward once the wave of vomit passed as Doug continued to yank on his underwear. "Stop it, that hurts!" The Slytherin hit something in his flailings which made Doug grunt but it wasn't enough to get him to stop. The sound of a third boy's voice made both of them freeze.

"None of your business," Doug growled back. To prevent Dorian from answering, Doug gave another tug on the garment clutched in his hand. Dorian grunted, unable to hold back a tear of pain from running down his cheek. He knew the voice of Robert Greyson well through their encounters at Honeydukes, and around the castle. They had become friends despite the rivalry typical of their Houses.

Doug stumbled backward at the shove, hitting the wall of the stall. The bathroom tissue dispenser caught him in the back. "What the bloody hell is your problem, man?!" Doug shouted, pushing himself forward to shove Robert back. "Dori and I were just having a little fun. Weren't we Dori?" Doug sneered at Robert, and once again smacked Dorian on the behind.

A part of Dorian wished Robert didn't have to see him like this. On the other he was also thankful that someone was trying to intervene. Dorian made to move when he felt Doug's hand lift from pinning him down to the toilet, but had to stop when even more vomit came up and into the toilet. The teen gagged. There was no way in the world he was going to dignify Doug with an answer to that question. Dorian panted and coughed, and jumped when his rear end was spanked yet again. "Go **** yourself, Bancroft..."

Robert had hoped the bully would give up his assault and leave now that helped had arrived but he was unceremoniously shoved back for his trouble, his back hitting a sink. He couldn't believe this guy, he was beating up a boy who was getting sick in a bathroom stall and he was asking him what his problem was?! He was insane.

"My problem?! What is wrong with you? He obviously isn't having any of your fun, leave him the bloody hell alone!" Robert snapped as Doug continued his assault right in front of him. The sound of Dorian in pain from the other boy's actions was pushing Roberts limit of self control, his heart was beating rapidly as adrenaline filled his system. It was fight or flight, and he certainly wasn't about to leave, not in a million years.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket and cast a curse at the bully to hopefully get him to leave his friend alone. "Ya bloody coward, how about try doing that to someone in a better position to fight back." he taunted, not wanting to insult Dorian by saying he was weak or anything but he was sick he couldn't be expected to properly defend himself while like that..

He couldn't believe what a bastard this guy was, like really? it was almost enough to make him sick..

"Come on Bancroff, before I hang your dirty little Knickers on the Quidditch goal hoops. I hear Gryffindor team is doing practice today.. I am sure they would appreciate a good target" he threatened with a smirk, mentally patting himself on the back for the quip. "I'll hang them there with or without you in them.." he added for good measure.

Doug grunted as the curse hit him square in the shoulder, blasting him backward once again. A cut that wasn't there before appeared. The sixth year scowled at Robert. "Dori usually makes a fuss before he starts to like it," he lied, a malevolent smirk twisting his lips. At the taunt, Doug withdrew his wand. "I'm flattered you wanna see 'em, Greyson. But Dori's are much prettier, so I think I'll pass." He cast a hex at Robert, if not to actually hit him then to distract him long enough so Doug could get out of the cramped stall and scram before a return volley could be cast.

Meanwhile, once Doug had cleared out of the stall, Dorian painfully scrambled to his feet. He didn't care if the vomiting curse was still active. At the moment, ensuring that he wasn't in a vulnerable position mattered more. Dorian closed the door to get a little privacy while he rearranged himself and used some toilet tissue to wipe the vomit and saliva from his mouth. The blood crusted around his nostrils was forgotten. Dorian sighed with relief that it all seemed to be over now. He sat down on the edge of the commode, collected his discarded shirt, and waited to make sure the curse had worn off. Dorian ran a trembling hand through his hair and knew he was in no condition to aid in the duel going on just outside.

Robert dodged the hex only to have it hit a water pipe and have water spray out everywhere, and got some on his eyes. He rubbed the water out of them in time to see the coward run. "Yeah run! and good riddance you bastard!" he bellowed after the boy, not bothering to chase him since he was a little more concerned for Dorian and making sure he was alright then finishing there "duel". He cast a spell on the broken pipe so the bathroom didn't flood and made his way over to the stalls his demeanor changing instantly from the angry young man to the soft-spoken lad he usually was.

"Dorian? Are you allright? I can help you to the hospital wing if you like?" he said standing just out side the closed stall to give his friend some privacy after just what happened he deserved a moment or two. He could only imagine how he must have felt..

"It will be all right" he added quietly for some added reassurance to his friend.

"N-no! Not the hospital wing...! I'll be alright," Dorian replied hastily. The teen might not be much of a fighter but he wasn't necessarily weak or frail. There was no way his attackers would get the satisfaction of knowing he'd been put in the hospital wing for their handiwork. There was also the potential for Doug to slip into the room at the hospital wing to harass him further. No - it was just better for everyone if he dealt with it on his own. Like Robert just said: everything will be alright...

With a sniffle, Dorian stood up. He still had to run his shirt under some water to try and get the vomit smell out of it. The wizard stood, tugged up his trousers, and flushed the toilet. Dorian walked out of the stall and straight to the sink. Pulling a face of disgust the Slytherin tossed the poor excuse for a shirt into the sink and turned on the water. "Thanks... For helping me with... him..." Dorian murmured, feeling heat rush his cheeks. Out of habit Dorian clutched his lower left bicep with his right hand as he looked into the mirror at Robert's reflection.

Robert said no more about going to the hospital wing, he really couldn't blame him.. "Just thought I'd offer" he softly. The sympathy he felt for Dorian's situation was great and he wished he could make things better again.. it must have been such a horrible ordeal and he was concerned just how far Doug would go with his antic's...

Robert raised a hand to wave off his thanks "No hey don't worry about it, Bancroff is a disgusting Prig.. I couldn't walk on by without doing anything" he said, and really it was no trouble he would have done the same for anyone, though he had to admit it was more personal and closer to home when it was a friend of his.

He walked over to Dorian, looking him over to make sure Bancroff hadn't harmed him anywhere and then looked at his shirt. "That will need to be washed, here.." he paused a second as he removed his outer robe. "If you don't mind Gryffindor colours you can wear this until you can find a clean shirt" he offered as he passed his robe over to him. That way he needn't attract attention by walk around the school with no shirt or have the discomfort of wearing a wet and less then clean shirt.

"And don't worry, I showered and everything today, so it is just about good as new" he said with a smile trying to lighten things up.

Dorian nodded. "He wasn't always," the teen murmured almost wistfully. The Slytherin was of the opinion that it was Paul's doing that turned Doug to his current state of being. Of course, there may have been a slight bias there. After all, Doug was also Slytherin. Dorian wasn't certain why he felt the need to attempt and lighten the image of the other boy in Robert's eyes.

During normal circumstances, Dorian was fine with people looking at him. He had to be, being a model and all. But it was different with Robert, and Dorian felt himself go slightly redder as he felt the other's eyes travel over his skin. A few bruises and cuts dotted Dorian's torso, back, and arms, but nothing too serious.

He nodded in agreement about his shirt. Dorian was not happy about the ruined state it was in, and cast a charm to at least make it a little less disgusting. The House-elves could do the rest of the cleaning and mending. Dorian bit his lip, glancing between the chocolate eyes of his friend and the offered robe. "Going around like this doesn't really bother me much. But, if you're sure, something'd be better than nothing," he said, reaching out for the robe. Dorian's hand accidentally brushed Robert's as he took the robe and slipped it on. It was a little long, but it would work.

"I trust ya. Thanks, man," Dorian chuckled in response to the cleanliness of the garment and its owner. He had a keen nose for fragrances, and was able to pick up and identify the scents of laundry soap, body soap, deodorant, and a unique scent all its own but was regrettably faint - a decadent cocktail of aromas. "I've showered today, too, so it won't be nasty when you get it back." A smile cracked the younger teen's face.

Dorian reached into the pocket of his trousers for a mint tin and opened it, revealing that it contained gum instead. He took out a piece for himself and held said tin out to Robert. "Gum?"

Robert tilted his head at Dorians mention of the Doug not always been like that.Though at that point at time Robert could not picture it, but he supposed Dorian knew him better then he did. He smiled at the younger boy's blush, had it been under better circumstances he'd have found Dorian adorable... Well he did on normal days, he had to admit.. But with what just happened he figured the other boy hardly wanted another guy bothering him... He was also pretty sure he new of Dorian's preference's but he never asked, he figured if you had to ask it might insult them... He did that once and he turned out to be wrong and the other guy got offended, even though he meant no offence..

He grinned when he offered him a stick of gum and nodded taking a piece, " Thanks, I'd love one... I was going to offer to get you some if you didn't have any.." he said putting the piece in his mouth.. he chuckled over the fact Dorian didn't mind walking around the school shirtless, to be truthful he wouldn't mind either. "Castle can get cold sometimes.." he said innocently.

"Are you feeling better then Dori?" he asked having noted he hadn't looked to good earlier.. Though the fact someone was no longer holding him over a toilet might have something to do with it. "Wanna head out for a change of scenery? skip class?" he asked with a slight smirk.. after all looked like he could use a change in pace after the days events.

"Thanks for the thought, though," Dorian shrugged, tucking the tin back in his pocket after Robert took a piece. The teen had to tug his trousers back up, since the action of putting the tin away had caused the trousers to slip slightly and reveal the garment beneath. Dorian chuckled at Robert's observation of the castle being cold. However, he couldn't help but wonder if the older teen had the same not-so-innocent thoughts that were going through Dorian's mind at that. "True," Dorian replied and swished his ruined shirt around in the sink water, giving Robert a sly sideways glance and a smirk to match.

Rolling up the sleeves of Robert's robe, Dorian reached into the sink and gathered his shirt, wringing out the excess water. Was he feeling better? That was a good question, and one that made the Slytherin's chocolate eyes drop from the mirror. Had Dorian not decided on his usual rebelliously spiky style, his hair would've curtained his eyes. "Yeah, I'm alright..." he replied quietly. In truth he wasn't entirely sure if he was feeling better or not. Not being forced to stay bent over a toilet while someone yanked on his underwear was definitely an improvement, but Dorian knew this wouldn't be the last incident, either.

He set the wet shirt on the sink and in an instant it was gone - whisked away by an unseen house-elf. Dorian perked up at the mention of skipping class, turning to Robert with a smile on his face. "You bet! I've probably missed about half of Potions... and just the thought of potion fumes is churning my stomach." Dorian retrieved his bookbag from the stall. "Where d'ya wanna go'?"

Robert chuckled and his smirked widened, he then chanced a playful wink before using an overly innocent look again just to be silly. " One would think for a magical school they would put up some decent heating charms" he said with a chuckle.

His smirk faded a little, replaced with a more gentle glance since Dorian didn't seem to confident that he felt better. He smiled glad his offer of skipping seemed to cheer him up and grinned. "Wonderful, you got a good excuse for it to, me well I don't think anyone will miss me in history of magic, likely grateful my snoring isn't keeping them awake " he said with a smirk.

He tapped his chin for a moment looking thoughtful and smiled, "How does a trip to Hogsmead sound? you feeling well enough for a stay in honeydukes? if not visits to the other shops are fun.. of course.. Where ever you like, this is your Cheer up gig, on me" He said crossing his arms as if to say there was no way he could so no to the treat.

Warmth flooded Dorian's cheeks, though it wasn't quite a traditional blush. "You'd think so..." he chuckled, nodding with agreement. "But then again, with it being cold... definitely works at getting one's attention." That didn't sound nearly as innocent as it could have been.

Dorian pulled a face at the mere mention of History of Magic. It was the subject matter that put him off... not necessarily anything on the part of the professor's appearance. In fact, if said professor was a bit nicer and quite a bit younger... Dorian mentally shook the thought from invading his mind. "Guess that depends on your definition of a good excuse..." the teen smirked. "I mean, you're considering the welfare of others, after all... not wanting to interrupt them from their sleep." He winked.

A trip to Honeydukes sounded like pure heaven. "Sure; I'll be alright... You don't get bored of the place, what with working there and all, do you?" Dorian asked curiously. It seemed like a silly question after he'd said it, but on the other hand it was a legitimate inquiry. After a long day of modeling, the last thing Dorian really felt like doing was visiting a clothing outlet, or any other salon or fashion shop for that matter. "I can't really think of anywhere else, other than maybe the Three Broomsticks..." he shrugged.