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WHO: Herbert West and Tony Stark
TONE: Awkward and goofy and confusing
RATING: PG-13, probably
WHEN: 10th
WHERE: Library
WHAT: Tony's love potion dose gets him fixated on a very unlikely target.
STATUS: Ongoing

Herbert barely noticed the two boys sitting at the next table over in the library. He was too busy composing a treatise on how physical fitness positively affected mental prowess (a new revelation to him, but one only had to look at the perfection that was Odinson to know it made the most sense), sucking on the end of his quill between bursts of furious writing. Anyway, it was only Rogers and Stark, and weirdly enough, a lot of his irritation at Stark lately seemed to have disappeared once he'd gotten a good look at the husky blond boy and ... well. That was probably not an appropriate thought to have in a library.

The small boy smiled to himself as he made another note, this time concerning human pheromones and their genetic advantages.

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"Funny, I thought that would be your type," Herbert comments dryly, but then his expression changes with a sudden thought. "Though if she's so annoying, you'd probably be doing your friend a favor by, you know, stealing her or whatever it is you do with girls."

Yeah, subtle and sly, Herbert is not, not about this sort of thing. "Then you could break them up. Do you think that would be hard?" he asks hopefully.

"Yeah, well I know what my type is. And I tend to get invested in them."

Tony raises an eyebrow that is 50% suspicious, and 50% jealous.

"Why would you even want to break them up? Thor is straighter than most spirit levels. And far better choices out there, really."

"I've read there are potions that can fix that," Herbert says .. then realizes how terrible that sounds. "But anyway, it doesn't matter. What better choices? He's perfect. And I've hardly got boys lining up on my doorstep, have I? Since when do you care, anyway? You've already got your 'type' that you've invested in, and it isn't Thor."

Tony gives him a slight grin.

"You know you're right, my type isn't Thor. Which is a good thing, and I know that I don't have to worry about changing his sexual preference. And you know, it works in my favour no one's lying up"

Tony puts his hand on Herbert's knee, and gives it a squeeze.

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Herbert narrows his eyes, looking at Tony suspiciously and then shoving his hand off. "If you're trying to cozy up to me to get some sort of in with Bruce, I'm not sure why you're bothering. It's not going to impress him, he knows you too well, and knows you don't like me at all."

He raises his eyebrow as his hand is shoved away.

"No that's not true. I do like you. A lot, I mean, what's not to like about you?"

Tony moves closer again, taking the scorned hand and slipping it around Herbert's waist with a grin.

The smaller boy scowls fiercely, jerking away from Tony.

"You're not funny," he snaps, "And I'm not in the mood for one of your stupid games. I didn't realize the thought of me possibly talking to any of your friends bothers you so much you'd act like this, but consider me warned, I guess. Now piss off."

"Hey. You talk to at least two of my friends and I don't care. Okay, we're all in the same dorm. But I don't care about that. This isn't a game, why would I even pay games like that?"

He raises his eyebrows looking annoyed and confused.

"I don't know, but the only other explanation if you suddenly started fancying me, and that's about the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Herbert says, frowning and crossing his arms over his narrow chest.

Tony hooks a finger into Herbert's belt loop, sliding up close to him.

"What, I'm not allowed to just 'fancy' you? Hmm?"

He leans in close to him with a small grin.

As Tony slides closer, Herbert's eyebrows raise in sudden alarm. This is all very sudden and very out of character for a boy who seems to go out of his way to aggravate the smaller Ravenclaw most days, and at best sort of dismissively ignores him.

"No, you're not!" he exclaims, and much to his great embarrassment, there's a bit of squeak to his voice.

Tony gives a playful chuckle.

"Is it really that much of a surprise? I mean really?"

Tony leans in even closer to kiss him.

Yes, it is! Herbert tries to answer, though a part of him is reminding him that he always hears about certain people aggravating the people they fancy as a way of getting attention, and Tony's pretty aggravating ... but why would he just flip all of a sudden? Why the big change?

Unfortunately, he has no chance to answer because the younger boy has kissed him and Herbert is so shocked that he just stands there and lets him. Several steps behind, his brain finally kicks into gear again, but the only thing it has to offer is, We're in the LIBRARY!

Tony doesn't waste a moment, realising that Herbert isn't resisting him, he takes it as encouragement and pulls him closer. Nibbling a little awkwardly at his lip to encourage him to kiss back.

Herbert makes a helpless little noise in the back of his throat, because with that nibbling - well, it feels like a real kiss, and not Tony taking the piss, and that doesn't make any sense, and while he really still doesn't like Tony very much (especially since Thor is currently his ideal man), he's still a good-looking boy kissing Herbert which is pretty damn rare.

Finally, his brain catches up with the rest of what's going on, and he clamps his hands on Tony's shoulders and pulls back, gasping, dark eyes wide behind his glasses and cheeks bright, bright red.

"What are you doing?" he hisses. "We're in the library!"

Tony puts up no resistance as his shoulders are held onto as Herbert pulls away, then he smirks.

"You know, this pointing out the obvious thing. Cute."

He looks around to see if anyone's looking, if they were, they're all doing there best to look like the never were.

"Well, there's always behind the one-eyed witch?"

Tony's smirk moves into a charming smile. Because really, when and how did Herbert get so endearing and well, weirdly attractive in a hostile and awkward way?

"What's behind the one-eyed witch?" Herbert asks, flustered, before he realizes what Tony's saying. "I mean, no! I'm not going to kiss you! You're acting really weird, you know that? And you've got a hatching snake and Rogers is going to come back, and- this is ridiculous!"

He's blushing like crazy, though, and stumbling over his words - he just has no idea of what to do about this.

"Why? Didn't you like the last one?"

Tony looks back at the table and the snake still in his other hand.

"I can put it in a pouch, and leave Steve a note. It's not like he's going to be surprised."

Tony tugs on the belt loop he still has his finger curled around, as if the action was going to make Herbert suddenly agree with him.

"No, of course I didn't! It was terrible!" Herbert claims, though really he can't judge much one way or the other. The blush just won't go away which says differently, though. "This whole thing is terrible! What's wrong with you?"

"Well if it was so terrible how come it took you so long to push away?"

Tony moves in closer, a grin on his face.

"What makes you think there's something wrong with me?"

"Because you've never acted like this before! You've always been a prick to me, and now all of a sudden you're trying to kiss me? That's really odd! Have you really fancied me all this time?" Herbert demands, trying not to get distracted by Tony's proximity and that smile.

"Well maybe I only just realised how attractive and spunky you actually are. Or maybe I've always know, and it's why I used to pull your pigtails?"

His smile widens as he leans in a little more, to encourage Herbert to follow his way of thinking.

Herbert leans back, still looking dubious and alarmed.

"That's a load of maybes and no actual explanation for why you've got an interest all of a sudden. Within the last five minutes all of a sudden. Did seeing a snake just make you realize what a wonderful catch I am?" he asks, with rather bitter sarcasm for someone who's only 16.

"Uh..."

Tony looks down at the little snake, that's still in his hand, curled around his fingers, then back up at Herbert.

"Yes?"

Tony seems confused at the question. The sarcasm he gets however but just doesn't register it.

"Are you listening to yourself? That sounds like rubbish," Herbert hisses, crossing his arms over his chest again. "I'd say it was a love potion, if I didn't know you haven't been eating or drinking anything."