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Okay, Rolan nation, I need your help. I've recently fallen for our grumpy, pathetic (affectionate) tiefling wizard and I NEED to write a fic about him.
I have the idea of a Hogwarts!AU (overdone yes, but necessary for my brain apparently). I feel very strongly about Rolan being a Ravenclaw, it feels right and makes sense for his character. My tav, a transfemme, will probably be a Ravenclaw also, and is very accomplished academically, in every subject except arithmancy and she encounters a situation where she is locked out of the Ravenclaw commonroom due to the riddle for the door being arithmancy based. Of course, in time, Rolan comes along and solves the riddle for her, but being his usual grumpy self, he berates her for it and she gets understandably very upset (she's friends with Lia, but also obviously has a tentative crush on Rolan). Rolan has a to realize he was an ass, get his act together to apologize (with the help of his siblings) and ultimately confess to her yada yada you get the idea.
My problem is... What houses are Cal and Lia in??? They don't feel like Ravenclaws, but I can't really pinpoint where they would belong, so I would LOVE some suggestions and headcanons!
Also if you'd like to give me suggestions for where the origin characters would be in terms of houses, I would love that too.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 rolan#rolan#rolan x tav#yes my tavs arithmancy issue is inspired by my own (possible) dyscalculia#and I could def see myself getting stuck outside of the commonroom if I ever ended up a Ravenclaw#which is why im a slytherin lol#also have no idea if the dyscalculia can be translated to the magical society like that but like... creative freedom and all that jazz#pls help rolan nation Im nervous about this post lol
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Dice are too discreet for my liking. I want continuous dice. Spherical dice where thereâs a 1 and 0 on opposite sides and the magnitude depends on where the top of the dice is. Or even better introduce positives and negatives, so the poles are 1 and -1, and the âequatorâ is 0. And why should we stop at just real numbers? Have the north and South Pole be 1 and -1, the midpoint on either side being 0, and then have a prime meridian-type line where the poles are i and -i. This gets you a complex number with the magnitude of the real and imaginary components being less than one, then you can either have the die have different extremes (3,-3,3i,&-3i for example) or have a discrete die to scale the whole number up. What would it be used for? I donât fucking know, but Iâm sure I could fit it into d&d. If I did a custom d&d campaign Iâd love to be an arithmancer, and have mathematics basically being a branch of sorcery. And using continuous dice would be a cool detail.
#if anyone has any suggestions for a maths based magic systemâs name let me know#I do like arithmancy but idk if thatâs a good thing for the whole umbrella#it doesnât feel like it would involve geometry for example#idk wizardblr help me out here#mathology maybe?#text post#randyposting#maths#d&d#arithmancy#math#mathematics#mathblr
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VOODOO DOLL II T.N
summary: theo canât get you out of his head. which could only mean you put a spell on him. or loosely based on a song
warnings: mean theo, language, hurt/comfort l WC 3.4k
authors note: fourth time trying to post this so letâs see how that goes
âSheâs not going to magically appear if you keep staring at her table,â Mattheo muttered, irritation clear in his tone. Theo scoffed but kept his gaze fixed on the empty spot at the Gryffindor table.
Theo couldnât stand you. Thatâs what he told anyone who would listenâyou were too nice, too annoying, and every little thing you did got on his nerves.
The way you helped anyone in need, no matter if they treated you unfairly in the past. How you smiled at everyone and everything. Always in a good mood, when Theo couldnât fathom why.
âGood morning, guys! Did you finish the Arithmancy homework from yesterday?â Your cheerful voice cut through his thoughts, nearly making him jump. Speak of the devil, he thought bitterly.
Theo rolled his eyes at your question. âForgot again, or just getting lazier?â he sneered.
But your smile didnât waver; if anything, it grew brighter. âActually, I just need help with sections 6 and 8. I stayed up all night and still couldnât figure them out!â
He couldnât understand why you always talked to themâwhy you always acted so friendly with the rivals of your house. Maybe that was another reason he couldnât stand you; it felt like you were deliberately trying to get under their skin.
âSucks to beââ Mattheo began, but Theo jabbed his elbow into his side, cutting him off with a sharp look.
âJust here, take my paper,â he grumbled, pulling out his parchment and thrusting it toward you. Your fingers brushed his briefly, and Theo jerked his hand back as a tingling sensation shot through him.
âThanks, Theodore!â you beamed, practically skipping back to your table, which only irritated Theo more.
âWhat the hell was that?â Mattheo demanded.
âFuck if I know. I couldnât stop myself,â Theo muttered. âI wanted to tell her to piss off and figure it out on her own.â He scowled, shoving his food away, his appetite suddenly gone.
âMaybe sheâs got you under some spell, Nott,â Draco chuckled. âDrink anything suspicious lately?â
âShut up, Malfoy,â Theo snapped, the idea unsettling him. The thought of you having that kind of influence over him was ridiculous.
He could still feel the ghost of your touch, as if you were still caressing his hand, even though you were now back at your table, tongue out in concentration as you scribbled down the answers.
âDonât get why she didnât just ask Granger for help,â Lorenzo chimed in, mouth full of food.
âBecause Hermione wouldnât just give her the answers. Sheâd explain it step by stepâwhich she doesnât have time forâsince itâs her next class,â Theo replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
The boys exchanged knowing smirks. âAnd how exactly do you know that?â Blaise teased.
Theo realized how that sounded, but before he could defend himself, you reappeared to hand him his paper back.
âYouâre a lifesaver, Theodore! I owe you one,â you said, squeezing his bicep in appreciation before heading off to class early as ever.
âYeah, whatever,â Theo muttered, trying to ignore the lingering warmth of your touch, the burning sensation in his chest, and the rapid beat of his heart whenever you were near.
Once you were out of sight, his heart began to slow, but a different ache settled in. It was almost like he missed youâwhich was ridiculous. He shook the thought from his mind immediately.
Maybe someone did slip him something; whether it was a prank or an accidental slip-up, he had to get rid of it, and fast.
âââ
Days passed, and Theo only felt worse. He constantly thought you were nearby, even when he knew you were in a different class on the other side of the school. Your touch was ingrained in his mind, as if he could still feel you. Some days, it felt like you were right next to him, invading his personal space, only for him to see you across the field, chatting with your friends.
His friends were no help when he mentioned it. They just teased him endlessly on having a crush on a Gryffindor, which he quickly shot down.
You were an annoyance. Someone who bugged the hell out of him, and that was itânothing more.
To make matters worse, you both got paired up in Muggle Studies. A class he took just to piss off his dad was now backfiring spectacularly.
The assignment was to write an essay about what Muggles believed to be âwitchcraft,â which seemed simple enoughâif only he didnât have to work with you.
âOkay so I was thinking of voodoo dolls, because I think others are gonna pick psychics or magicians,â you started, flipping through some pages of your textbook, âand I think we could get extra points if we somehow have a physical doll!â
He could feel your excitement radiating off of you and it was nauseating but he nodded and agreed. You went on and said you would send an owl to your mother to see if she could buy one from the shops in your hometown.
Theo barely paid attention as you rambled on about your plans for the essay. The way you spoke with so much enthusiasm, your eyes bright with excitementâit was almost unbearable. Not because it annoyed him, but because it made his chest tighten in a way he wasnât ready to confront.
âDo you even care about this project?â you asked suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts. You were watching him with a hint of concern in your eyes, which only made him feel more unsettled.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI care about passing,â he muttered, avoiding your gaze. âBut I donât see why youâre so invested in it.â
You shrugged, the usual brightness in your expression dimming a little. âI just think itâs interesting, thatâs all. And maybeâŠâ You hesitated, then added, âI thought itâd be nice to work with you.â
Theo blinked, caught off guard by your honesty. His initial reaction was to snap back with a sarcastic comment, to push you away as he always did. But something stopped him.
âWhy?â The question slipped out before he could stop himself.
You looked down, fiddling with your quill. âI donât know. Youâre different from most people, Theodore. Youâre not afraid to be yourself, even if that means being a little rough around the edges.â
He stared at you, stunned into silence. Was that how you saw him? And why did it make his heart skip a beat? He could feel his defenses cracking, the walls heâd built so carefully starting to crumble.
âAnyway,â you said quickly, as if embarrassed by your admission, âIâll let you know if my mom finds a voodoo doll. We can meet up later to go over the details?â
âYeah⊠sure,â he replied, his voice sounding far away. He watched as you gathered your things, flashing him another bright smile before leaving the classroom.
Once you were gone, Theo let out a frustrated groan, slumping back in his chair. What the hell was wrong with him? Heâd never let anyone get under his skin like this before. Yet, with you, it was like he had no control over his own emotions. There was something wrong with him.
The thought of you saying he was âdifferentâ kept replaying in his mind. It wasnât an insult, but it wasnât exactly comforting either. He hated the idea that you could have this effect on him.
As the days went on, he found himself increasingly distracted by you. The way you laughed with your friends, the way you focused on your studies, the way you went out of your way to be kind to everyoneâeven to him, despite how he treated you.
The next time you met to work on the project, Theo couldnât stop his eyes from wandering to your hands as you gestured animatedly, explaining some new idea you had. He couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like to have those hands touch him againâwhether by accident or design.
When you handed him a book, he purposely brushed his fingers against yours and once more, he felt that now-familiar jolt of electricity. But this time, he didnât pull away. Instead, he let the contact linger for just a moment longer, savoring the warmth that spread through him.
But as soon as the moment passed, he cursed himself silently. He couldnât let this happen. You were a Gryffindor, and you represented everything he claimed to hateâyet, here he was, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.
âIs something wrong?â you asked, noticing his distant expression.
âNo,â he said quickly, forcing a smirk. âJust thinking about how ridiculous this project is. Muggles and their superstitions.â
You laughed, and the sound sent another pang through his chest. âIt is pretty silly, isnât it? But itâs kind of fascinating too, donât you think?â
Theo shrugged, playing it cool. âSure, if youâre into that sort of thing.â
âI am,â you said with a grin. âBut maybe by the end of this, you will be too.â
He rolled his eyes, but there was no real malice behind it. âDonât count on it.â
As you continued working, Theo found himself glancing at you more often, watching the way your lips moved as you spoke, the way your eyes lit up when you got excited about something.
After the study session, Theo left with an unfamiliar smile tugging at his lips, lost in thoughts of you. He was so preoccupied that he didnât notice Mattheo approaching from behind in the hallway.
âIâve been looking everywhere for you,â Mattheo said, his voice laced with curiosity. âWhatâs with the grin? Did you win a fight?â
Theo scoffed, quickly wiping the smile from his face and replacing it with his usual scowl. âSalazarâs sake, no, I wasnât in a fight.â
âThen why are you so happy? Snog someone? Waitâdonât tell me, did you snog Bug?â Mattheo teased, his tone dripping with mockery, fully aware of how much Theo loathed that nickname recently.
âStop calling her that,â Theo snapped, shaking Mattheoâs arm off and feeling his good mood souring by the second.
âOh, since when do you come to her defense? Especially when youâre the one who started calling her that,â Mattheo retorted, raising an eyebrow. The nickname had been an impulsive jab, something Theo came up with in a moment of annoyance. Now, it felt like a cruel joke.
Ignoring Mattheo, Theo continued down the hallway toward the Slytherin dorms, determined to work on his portion of the essay. But Mattheo wasnât ready to let it go.
Once they reached the Slytherin common room, Mattheo seized the opportunity to stir the pot. âHey, guys, doesnât Theo seem a little⊠different lately?â he announced, adopting an exaggerated infomercial voice. âWe barely see him, and when we do, heâs actually smiling.â
Theo halted in his tracks, irritation bubbling up inside him.
âI noticed that too,â Pansy chimed in, her tone dripping with curiosity. âHeâs been sneaking off a lot.â
âYeah, whatâs the deal, Nott?â Blaise added, his voice teasing. âToo good for us now?â
Theo rolled his eyes, adjusting the stack of books you had recommended in his arms. âIâve just been busy, you knowâactually doing schoolwork.â
âSure, and by âschoolwork,â you mean hanging out with Bug,â Draco chimed in, his grin widening. âI thought you couldnât stand her?â
âYou lot are a bunch of tossers,â Theo shot back, his patience wearing thin. âYes, Iâve been working with her because we got paired up for a project. Thatâs all.â
They exchanged skeptical glances, sensing there was more to the story.
âWhatâs the project about?â Pansy asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Theo let out an exasperated sigh. âItâs an essay on Voodoo dolls for Muggle Studies.â
As soon as the words left his mouth, Mattheoâs eyes widened in disbelief. âVoodoo dolls? Are you serious, Theo? Youâre supposed to be the smart one here!â
Theo frowned, confused by Mattheoâs sudden outburst. âWhat the hell are you on about now?â
âVoodoo dolls, you daft git!â Mattheo exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. âTheyâre Mugglesâ way of trying to control people! Havenât you been paying attention? She might have one of youâthatâs probably why youâve been acting so strange!â
Theo stared at Mattheo, a mix of annoyance and unease settling in. The idea was absurdâyet the possibility gnawed at him. Was that really what was happening? It would make a lot of sense.
Theo dropped everything and bolted out of the common room, his mind racing as he stormed through the castle. The further he went, the angrier he became. How could you do this to him? He thought he was finally feeling something other than disdain toward youâonly to find out you were messing with his head.
As he rounded the final corner near the Gryffindor common room, he spotted you. But you werenât alone. You were talking to another Gryffindor, laughing that same laugh you shared with him. The sight made his blood boil, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
âWas messing with my head not enough for you?â Theo shouted, his voice filled with fury. âDid you need more attention, so you found another tosser to add to your list?â
You flinched at his sudden outburst but didnât immediately turn to face him. You quietly excused yourself from the conversation with your housemate before turning to glare at Theo.
The look you gave him was like nothing heâd ever seen on your face beforeâcold, angry, and so unlike the usual warmth you radiated. It unnerved him to be on the receiving end of such a glare.
âCan I help you, Nott?â you asked, your voice eerily calm. If Theo had been less blinded by his own anger, he might have noticed the tension in your jaw and the way your fists clenched at your sides.
âYes, you can start by telling me what the hell you did to me!â Theo took a step closer, looming over you in an attempt to intimidate, but you stood your ground, unfazed.
âI havenât done anythingââ
âDonât lie to me!â Theo interrupted, his hands gripping your shoulders as if shaking you might jog your memory. âYou came up with that stupid voodoo doll project, and ever since then, youâve been in my head day in and day out! So donât act like you donât know whatâs going on!â
You shoved him off you, your scoff laced with disbelief and hurt. âYouâre so full of yourself, Nott. Do you really think Iâd waste my time controlling you? What kind of person do you think I am? Do you honestly believe Iâm that desperate for attention?â
Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his accusation hurt. âFuck you, Nott. Maybe you should take a hard look at yourself instead of blaming me for the fact that youâre finally feeling somethingâanythingâother than that cold, emotionless shell youâve built around yourself.â
Theo stood there, speechless, as you turned and disappeared behind the Fat Ladyâs portrait. Every word you said hit him like a punch to the gut. He knew you were rightâheâd been pushing people away for so long that he didnât know how to deal with real emotions. But hearing it from you, someone he had started to care about, hurt more than he could admit. He knew he owed you an apology, but he had no idea where to start.
The walk back to the Slytherin common room was humiliating. When he entered, his friends were in the same spots, waiting with anticipation.
âWell?â Mattheo asked impatiently, a smug grin on his face like he knew he was right all along.
âYou lot are absolute wankers,â Theo muttered, snatching up the books he had dropped earlier without sparing them a second glance. He stormed up to his dorm room, ignoring their confused looks.
He had to find a way to make things right with you. The ache in his chest wasnât just the usual discomfort he felt around youâit was something deeper, something he couldnât ignore.
âââ
Theo spent the entire night poring over the books you had lent him. As he read, he realized Mattheoâs theory was complete nonsense. None of the feelings he had for you had anything to do with âvoodooâ or any other magical influence. They were real, and they terrified him.
Determined to fix the mess he had made, Theo stayed up to finish the entire essay by himself, lightening your workload. He even turned it in first thing in the morning, two days before the assignment was due.
He spent the rest of the day trying to find you to let you know you didnât have to worry about the project and to apologize, but you were nowhere to be found. He searched the Great Hall, the library, and even, with great reluctance, asked Potter if he had seen you. No luck.
By the time dinner rolled around, Theo was too distracted to eat. His fork aimlessly pushed food around his plate while his head rested on his palm. Enzo jabbed him in the side, snapping him out of his daze. Theo shot him a glare but followed Enzoâs gaze to see you walking past their table without so much as a glance in their direction. When you sat down at your table, your eyes instinctively met Theoâs, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something softer. He offered a small smile, but you rolled your eyes and turned back to your friends.
âWow, I donât think Iâve ever seen her anything but cheerful. She must be pissed that we figured her out, huh?â Enzo commented, eliciting a few laughs from the group.
Theoâs fork clattered onto his plate, the loud noise silencing them immediately. They had seen Theo angry before, but never like this, never directed at them.
âDo you ever think about anyone other than yourselves?â Theo snapped. âShe didnât do anything wrong. Whatâs wrong is that I listened to you lot and screwed everything up.â
He abruptly stood and made his way over to you. You furrowed your brows in confusion, aware that Slytherins didnât usually venture to the Gryffindor side of the Great Hall. The hushed whispers that followed Theo didnât faze him; he only cared about setting things right.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear, asking you to follow him. Despite your better judgment, curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself following him out of the Great Hall.
Theo led you to a secluded hallway, casting a quick Muffliato charm to ensure privacy. He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a moment before finally speaking.
âIâm sorry,â he began, his voice heavy with regret. âI was an absolute tosser. You were rightâIâve never felt anything like this before, and it scared me. I tried to find every excuse to deny it, and in the process, I lashed out at you. I shouldnât have accused you of something so ridiculous.â
You stared at him, your silence unnerving him. He continued, desperation creeping into his tone. âI know thereâs no excuse for what I said, and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. But if thereâs any chance, Iâd like to start over. Iâll do anything to make it right.â
Maybe it was because you had started liking Theo too, or maybe it was the sincerity in his apology, but it wasnât hard to forgive him.
âAlthough getting accused wasnât ideal and did hurt, I accept your apology, Theodore,â you said, offering him a small smileâthe smile he didnât realize how much heâd missed until now.
Theoâs heart lifted at your words. âIf Iâm not pushing my luck⊠could I take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?â
Theo held his breath, anxiously awaiting your response. You hesitated for a moment, the silence stretching between you, before finally stepping closer. With a gentle smile, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer than necessary. As you pulled back, your eyes met his, filled with a warmth that made his heart race.
âIâd like that,â you whispered, your voice tender and genuine.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Theo felt the tight knot in his chest begin to loosen.
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You're too good to me - M. Riddle x Gryffindor! reader
A/N: Hii, this is my first Mattheo fan fic, i hope you enjoy it! I don't own any of the characters. English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes i might have made. I'm not that happy with the end but oh well!
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Gryffindor! reader
Themes/warnings: Fluff, slight angst, Harry and Ron being assholes hihi, slightly suggestive, cursing, one fight with the mention of blood
Word count: 14 000-ish (it's a long one)
Edit: I just edited some mistakes I noticed that i made language wise, oh and i gave it a title hihi <3
Please do not copy or translate my work!
Enjoy!
It was the last lesson before dinner, potions with the Slytherins. It was a gloomy day, the autumn weather making yet an appearance on this Monday afternoon in mid-October. The castle was cold, as it usually was this time of year, making you shiver. It didnât help that you were in the dungeons, they were usually much colder than the rest of the castle. You pulled your Gryffindor robes tighter around you, as to shield yourself from the cold that was seeping out of the stones. You had taken your usual seat next to one of your friends, Hermione.
âDid you see that Harry and Mattheo Riddle got into a fight again?â She asked in a hushed voice. You shook your head no.
âWhat, why? Are they hurt?â You whispered back with a worried note in your voice.
âThey didnât fight fight, they argued really bad, just now! Before class.â Hermione explained as you shook your head. Although youâve never really spoken to Mattheo before you didnât understand their problem with one another. You couldnât even remember what started it, but ever since first year theyâve been butting heads, getting into fights, taunting each other. Ron was no better, he would back Harry up whenever he would fight Mattheo, whether it was physical, or verbal didnât matter. You and Hermione tried to stay out of it, neither of you had any opinion on the boy that was Mattheo Riddle, now Draco was a different story. He would take any opportunity to be mean to either of you, using it to get a rise out of Harry and Ron. Mattheo didnât do that.
âReally? Do you know about what?â You replied to Hermione, she just had time to shake her head no before Snape walked in, effectively silencing everyone.
âProbably the usual.â Hermione whispered silently before turning to Snape to listen. The usual. The usual consisted of taunts such as âyou suck Potterâ which was usually answered with âtell that to your pathetic familyâ or âoh look an apprentice death eaterâ which was most of the time answered with âat least I have a future cupboard boyâ if it wasnât answered with fists. How Mattheo knew about the cupboard you had no idea.
âToday you will be divided into pairs to work on a particularly complicated potion.â Snapes voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He started to list the pairs in a bored sort of voice. Your attention piqued when you heard him call out your name.
âMiss l/n and Mr Riddle.â You looked around the classroom, trying to find him when you noticed that his eyes already were locked on you, an unreadable expression on his face. He sat in the back of the class, next to a boy you knew as Lorenzo Berkshire, you had worked with him before in arithmancy. You gave Mattheo a small, nervous smile before turning back to listen to Snapes instructions. If you were being honest, you were a bit nervous to work with him considering his dislike for your friends but when Snape finished talking, you walked up to him like he was any other student. You stretched your hand out to him and gave him a smile as you took a seat in the chair Lorenzo previously sat in.
âHi, Iâm y/n, looks like were partners for today.â You said as he shook your hand lazily.
âYeah, whatever, just try to keep upâ he said in a bored tone as he started to prepare the ingredients. You let out a rather, in your opinion, unattractive snort at his comment. He gave you a questioning look which made you realise that he didnât listen to Snape in the beginning of the lesson.
âYou know he paired us up based on how well weâve been doing in class⊠so we should be at the same level.â You said with an amused expression on you face as you started to get your book and the rest of the ingredients.
âSo, I think Iâm going to keep up just fine.â You mocked his voice at âkeep upâ and you donât know where the confidence came from to tease him but when he let out a small huff and the smallest smile youâve ever seen someone make you knew you were getting through his icy exterior.
âYou think youâre funny huh?â He said, now adorning a smirk on his handsome face. You gave a small laugh at that.
âOh, I know Iâm funny, yeah, people tell me so all the time. Question is, can you keep up with me?â You joked as you started to stir the cauldron the specific number of stirs as he added ingredients. He let out a low chuckle at that before leaning in into your space. His cologne hit your nose from how close he was. He smelled like sandalwood, nicotine and mint. Why did he have to smell so good?
âWeâre just getting started, love, letâs find out, yeah?â Did someone just turn up the heat? The coldness you felt moments ago was gone and replaced with the heat that radiated from his body. You felt a blush form on your cheeks from the pet name and his proximity. His smirk widened when he noticed your pink cheeks.
âLooks like I wonât have a problem keeping up after all, love.â He joked as he turned back to adding ingredients to the potion while you stirred. The lesson went by quicker than you thought, talking and joking with Mattheo. Turns out that he was, dare you say, sweet once he was given a chance, in his own Mattheo-esque way of course. He was also unbelievably flirty, it seemed like it was his personal mission to make you blush as much as he could. If he didnât grip your hand to make you stir in a specific way, he would call you âloveâ as much as he could. At the end of the lesson, you helped each other to tidy up your supplies, laughing about how Snape looked exactly like an overgrown bat when he swooped through the halls. You felt weirdly comfortable around him, like youâve known him for ages and not just for an hour.
âGood job today, Mattheo, I had really fun with you and Iâm glad we managed to get the potion right.â You said with a smile as you placed your hand on his arm.
âThanks love, you did really well today, keeping me on my toes and all.â He said with a smirk at the blush that crept up on your cheeks. You were about to reply when Ronâs shouting interrupted you.
âY/n, are you coming today or? Iâm starving!â Mattheo rolled his eyes at Ron, you gave Mattheo an apologetic smile.
âYeah, Iâm coming! See you, Mattheo.â You said, still with that apologetic smile and then you went to Ron who was waiting by the door with Hermione and Harry, what you didnât see was the glares the boys sent to each other.
âSo, how was it to work with the evil spawn?â Ron asked nonchalantly as you were walking towards the great hall. You frowned at the nick name while Harry let out a laugh.
âIâll let you know Ron, that Mattheo was really nice to work with.â You said emphasizing âMattheoâ. You didnât like to be dragged into the conflicts Harry and Ron had with people. The only time you did meddle in the drama of this school was in second year when you punched Draco Malfoy on the nose for calling Hermione a mudblood. You didnât take it well when people were mean for no reason.
âAnd I donât like it when you call him that.â You said with a frown as your group rounded a corner, walking up a flight of stairs. Ron and Harry huffed at your defence of the Slytherin boy.
âOh, you canât be serious, heâs evil incarnated y/n! He is literally you know whose son, itâs in his blood.â Ron rolled his eyes as Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione huffed in annoyance at the argument that was taking place.
âJust because he is related to you know who doesnât make him a bad person either! Really Ron, judging people based on blood sounds a tad bit familiar, doesnât it?â You said, a growing frustration in your voice as you crossed your arms in annoyance at the boy.
âOh, youâre only saying that because you think he is hot, like all the other girls in this place! You be careful y/n, he will use you if you let him get too close.â Harry added.
âYeah, heâs only nice to you because he wants to get in your pants!â Ron let out, gesturing wildly with his hands, his own frustrations clearly showing.
âOh really? Yes, because being partners in potions will definitely lead to sex, as a matter of fact, weâve already fucked! Ron, did you not see us fucking on the table in potions earlier? Iâm sure you saw it Harry, you were right behind us! Oh, wait, that didnât happen because we were doing the assignment, not each other!â You snapped, letting out your frustrations as the doors to the great hall neared. What you didnât know was that Mattheo and his friends were walking well within hearing distance from your group, intently listening to the fight you were having with your friends.
âHe will weasel his way into your bed, heâs not nice, he is manipulative and youâre falling for it!â Ron accused you as you were now making your way towards Ginny at the Gryffindor table.
âRon! Insinuating that I will sleep with anyone that is nice to me is really hurtful!â You said, feeling hurt by his words.
âHey, can we please not fight?â Hermione pleaded as she took a seat next to you and Ginny, who looked confused.
âWhat are you fighting about?â Ginny asked curiously. Fights amongst your group wasnât that common, small squabbles, sure, but fights as ugly as this one was becoming had only happened about once or twice in all your years of friendship.
âRon and Harry being pricks.â You said.
âEvil incarnatedâ Ron said at the exact same time. Hermione sighed. Ginny let out a chuckle. Harry scoffed.
âWhat did you do?â She asked, making Ron let out a displeased grunt and Harry an annoyed groan.
âHe basically said that the only reason I was defending Mattheo, whom I worked with in potions today, was because I think he is hotâ You pointed an accusing finger at Harry.
âAnd heâ You pointed at Ron now âaccused me of spreading my legs for anyone thatâs nice to me. All because I asked Ronald not to call Mattheo evil spawn, because he was nice to me.â You said, frustration evident in your voice. Ginny gasped.
âItâs true, heâs not a good person y/n! Heâs a Riddle!â Ron argued, this time Harry chimed in agreement. You felt tears of frustration pool your eyes.
âI swear if that is your only evidence that he isnât a good person Iâm going hex you. You have no right saying that he isnât a good person when you donât know him. What, you base your brilliant deduction from the fact that he fights you, just as you fight him? And you definitely have no right telling me that the only reason Iâm defending him is because I find him âhotâ and will let him in my bed because he is nice to me, what is wrong with you?!â You burst out. Tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, you hated that you cried when you were angry.
âAnd you!â You turned to Hermione, hurt that she didnât at least attempt to back you up.
âThank you so much for having my backâŠâ You said sarcastically before raising from your seat and storming off. You walked to your dorm, making a beeline for the kitchens to get something to snack on, since you had left dinner before actually eating something. When you got to your dorm you threw your bag on the bed in frustration and changed into some pyjamas. You dried your tears as you put on a long-sleeved shirt and some flannel pyjama pants. Grabbing the snacks you went into the common room again; it was fairly empty since it still was dinnertime. Not feeling like hanging around there you went through the portrait hole and started to make your way towards the astronomy tower. Some air might do you some good. When you finally made it there you sat down and watched the stars as you snacked. You werenât sure how much time had passed as you sat there thinking about the fight with your friends when you heard voices coming from the entrance of the tower. When you turned around you saw that the voices belonged to the very boy you were fighting about, and his three friends: Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire and Blaise Zabini. You stared at each other for a moment.
âPrincess, what are you doing here?â It was Mattheo who broke the silence.
âPrincess?â You, Theodore, Lorenzo and Blaise all questioned at the same time. Mattheo shrugged nonchalantly and sauntered up to where you were sitting on the floor.
âYou mind if we join you, darling?â He gestured to the space next to you, you nodded for him to join you, and he sat down next to you, his friends still standing by the entrance in shock of how their friend is behaving.
âYouâre trying out different pet names?â you asked with a small smile, he bumped your shoulder with his as he took out a pack of cigarettes, wordlessly offering you one. You declined with a small shake of your head.
âJust trying to figure out which ones makes you get that adorable blush the most.â He said with a cheeky smile as he put the cigarette between his lips.
âOi, are you dickheads going to stand there all night like fools or are you coming?â He asked over his shoulder to his friends, who all sprang into action. They sat down so that you were sitting in a circle of sorts.
âPrincess, dickheads, dickheads, princess.â Mattheo introduced you to his friends, cigarette dangling dangerously from his lips, you let out a snort at that.
âOh wow, thank you for that extremely informative introduction, Mattheo.â You said sarcastically with an eye roll and then introduced yourself to the two boys you hadnât met before. He just gave you a cheeky wink and lit his cigarette. The boys started chatting about random stuff as they smoked, you opted to listen rather than speak. You were in a particularly deep thought about the fight with your friends when a hand waved in front of your eyes.
âHuh? Sorry! What did you say?â You asked Theo who had asked you a question.
âI was just asking how it was to work with this idiot in potions today?â He asked again, a small laugh escaped you at his question.
âIt was fun, except from that he was so moody in the beginning. âYeah, whatever, just try to keep upââ You mocked him again, making you voice deeper to sound like him, he groaned at your teasing and his friends chuckled.
âHey, in my defence I thought you were going to be real snarky and mean since youâre friends with Potter and Weasley.â He said with his hands up, half smoked cigarette hanging from his fingers. You frowned at the mention of your friends, the hurt from the fight still raw.
âYeah, I get that. For the record, I donât take part in their beefs with people in this school. Well, I did one time, but I donât like it.â You said shaking your head, Mattheo smiled at you.
âWell, you got me curious now, when did you take part in that sort of drama?â Enzo asked as he looked at you expectantly. You blushed hard at this.
âOh, I donât really talk about it.â You mumbled, embarrassed at what you did in second year.
âOh, please y/n, please tell us.â The boys pleaded with you.
âOkay, fine, ipunchedmalfoyforcallinghermioneabadthingâ you said it all in one breath.
âWhat?â
âHuh?â
âSlower.â
âI punched Malfoy for calling Hermione a bad thing⊠in second year. I didnât want to tell you since heâs your friend.â You said, much slower this time. It was quiet for a moment before the guys burst out laughing.
âOmg, that was you?? In second year yeah? Oh my days! He told us it was a guy; you gave him a nosebleed!!â Blaise barked out as he was clutching his stomach.
âDonât worry darling, weâre not that close with him anyways.â Mattheo assured you between laughter, bumping your shoulder with his again, to which you gave him a grateful smile.
âHe said it was a guy who punched him?â You wondered, a small laugh escaping you.
âYes, he did, he even bragged about him beating the guy up worse.â Enzo added, wheezing as he dried the tears that escaped his eyes.
âWhat? Nooo he ran away crying.â You said now giggling along with the guys, who got into another laughing fit at that piece of new information.
âWhooo, get yourself a girl who can pack punches,â Theo said, making you blush.
âWell, I defend my friends.â You shrugged, a smile on your lips.
âIâve been meaning to thank you for that by the way.â Mattheo said after the laughter calmed down, the guys humming in understanding. You, however, were confused.
âWhat for punching Malfoy?â you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Mattheo let out a chuckle at your confusion.
âNo, for defending me when your friends talked shit, after potions.â He said, a small smile on his handsome face. You felt the blush come back.
âYou heard that?â You squeaked, hands coming up to cover your cheeks, the group let out a chuckle. Memories about you saying that you fucked on a table flooded your brain as embarrassment hit.
âYeah, we were, uh, right behind you sweetheart.â Mattheo said with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. You were hiding your face in your hands now, only peeking through your fingers.
âOmg, kill me now!â You muttered, feeling completely mortified.
âI must say, my favourite part was definitely the âfucking on the tableâ part, it really got your point across.â He said and the group laughed at that.
âWe were doing the assignment, not each other.â He mocked you, adding to your embarrassment. The rest of the boys laughed at this too.
âOh shut up!â You squeaked again, still feeling very embarrassed by your choice of words.
âNo, but seriously, thank you for defending me, I hope you didnât fight too bad with your friends.â He said, scratching the back of his neck. His friends, who had calmed down form their laughing fit, were watching your interaction with curiosity.
âYeah, of course. Please donât worry about my idiot friends.â You said, glancing down at your slipper clad feet as you rubbed your arms, feeling the cool night air seep through your shirt.
âI canât help but feel a little responsibleâŠâ Mattheo trailed of as he took his hoodie of and draped it around your shoulders, you gave him a small smile as a thanks. His friends looked at each other with surprise at Mattheos behaviour. He was known to be quite the flirt, using girls and then going to the next one. Never had they seen him give his sweaters to any girl, or come to second thought, interact with a girl like he was with you.
âYou did nothing wrong Mattheo, Ron was out of line, he said some nasty things, Harry too and Hermione didnât do anything soâŠâ You said as you shrugged on his hoodie properly, the garment wrapping you in a blanket of warmth and his scent.
âWhat did he say, if you donât mind me asking? I skipped potions todayâ Theo asked cautiously, you gave him a sad smile. Secretly grateful for the fact that his friends didnât gossip about what had happened.
âSo, Ron called Mattheo a bad name, I asked him not to call him that, then Harry basically said that the only reason I was defending him was because I thought that he was hot, and Ron insinuated that I would sleep with anyone that was nice to me. That really hurt my feelings and the fact that they doubled down on that when Ginny asked what was going on hurt even more.â It was quiet when you finished, Theo looked shocked to say the least, the rest of the boys looked angry, having heard the argument in real life.
âPotter and Weasley really said that? To their friend?â Theo then asked in disbelief as you nodded in confirmation.
âWell, theyâre prats, but we already knew that.â He then said, making you laugh at how bizarre the whole situation is. Here you were hanging out with the group how almost caused as much trouble as the twins, you were hanging out with the very boy you had defended hours before. Itâs funny, because you werenât known to be a troublemaker, you opted to put your energy into studying, achieving great grades instead. You couldnât be more opposite these boys, yet here you were, enjoying the time youâre spending with them.
âTheyâre not even prats, theyâre like proper twats.â You laughed, making the others laugh with you this time.
âYou know y/n, youâre pretty cool, for being a Gryffindor and all.â Blaise said with a teasing smile.
âOh, thank you, you guys are really sweet, for being Slytherins that is.â You teased right back.
âSweet? Sweet?? What are we? Six years old?â Mattheo said, incredulously, the others nodded along with his teasing.
âYes, you guys are the sweetest bad boys Iâve ever met.â You said, pinching his cheek in a teasing manner. They all jokingly groaned at that. Then you fell into an easy conversation with the group, the boys successfully cheered you up by taking your mind of the fight. They made you feel welcome in their little group, despise you being in a different house than them, you understood that even if you didnât care about houses others did. You were well aware of their reputation in the school. They were troublemakers, didnât follow rules, fought whoever ticked them off. People were wary of them, not wanting to get on their bad side and the people who werenât wary of them disliked them. Your friends were a part of that second group of people. The group of Slytherin boys were also knows to be quite the flirts, being successful with a majority of the girls in school. Your train of thought were cut short when you realised the time.
âOh, guys we need to get to bed, we have classes in the morning!â You exclaimed, rising to your feet in a hurry. The rest of the group rose lazily, some putting out their cigarettes before casually strolling down the stairs. You were however feeling a bit stressed due to the time and the fact that you were out of bed after curfew, but the boys were as cool as ever. When it came to where you were supposed to part ways to get to your respective common rooms you all hesitated for a moment. Just as you were about to say something Mattheo spoke.
âIâll walk you to your common room, love.â He said in a low voice, making your eyes widen, so did the rest of the groups. Before you could reply, or even say goodnight to the rest Mattheo put his hand on the small of your back and started to guide you towards the portrait hole. His hand was warm and heavy against the small of your back, only the thick fabric of your his sweater acting as a barrier between the two of you. His hand hung low on your back, it was borderline inappropriate, and you felt your cheeks heat up because of it. You were almost disappointed when the fat lady came into view, shaking the feeling away you turned to him when you reached the top of the stairs.
âThank you for cheering me up tonight, Mattheo.â You murmured and gave him a small smile; he smiled right back at you. You began to take his hoodie off, to give it back to him when he stopped you by grabbing your wrists. His large hands engulfing your smaller ones.
âKeep it princess.â He murmured and you felt your cheeks warm for what must be the 458th time this evening. You donât know what came over you, was it his warm hands holding yours? Or was it the low, intimate lighting and the fact that it was in the middle of the night? You donât know. What you did know was that fact that you rose to the very tips of your toes, your cheeks flushing even harder from what you were about to do and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. His hands were still holding yours as you felt them tense a little. You muttered a soft âgood nightâ into his ear before slipping out of his grip and going through the portrait hole. The small butterflies that resided in your stomach erupted into a storm when the portrait swung closed. You made your way towards your dorm, the common room was completely empty, not unusual considering the time. You snuck into your bed, still feeling giddy, and laid there as you thought about the boy who was Mattheo Riddle. What you didnât know was that he was thinking about you as he walked back to his common room in the middle of the night.
The next morning you awoke to an empty dorm, you assumed Hermione had left for breakfast with Harry and Ron. You got dressed and headed down towards the great hall for breakfast. When you entered you saw the trio already sitting there eating their breakfast, your usual seat beside Harry was empty. You opted to sit with Ginny and the twins, not feeling like talking to your friends. When you sat down you made eye contact with Theo from across the hall. You gave him a smile and a small wave to which he nodded back at you, with a small smile on his face. He was sitting with his friends; Mattheo was missing from the group however. Before you could even begin to wonder where he was Ginny interrupted you.
âSince when do you know Theodore Nott?â She leaned over with a glint in her eye, having noticed the interaction. You gave her a startled laugh.
âWell, I sort of ran into him his friends yesterday after dinner.â You said with a small smile on your lips. Your cheeks turned the slightest pink as thoughts of Mattheo entered your head.
âSo thatâs what you were doing?â Fred asked, amusement clear in his voice.
âWe missed you in the common room last night.â George mused.
âOh please, you guys just wanted a new test subject for your new products.â You said with an eyeroll before taking a bite out of your toast.
âOf course not y/n! We wanted to hang out with our favourite goody two shoes.â Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders with a smirk on his face. You let out a snort at that.
âBut seriously, we want to know everything.â George said, curiosity getting the better of him.
âWhen you met.â Fred continued.
âHow you met.â George said.
âWhat you did.â Ginny added at the end.
âYou guys are the biggest gossips I know.â You said in feigned annoyance with a smile before telling them about how you went to the astronomy tower to think. How they showed up to what was apparently their usual spot for smoking. How you had met Mattheo just hours before in potions. You told them how they cheered you up from the fight with your friends who sat just a couple of seats away. The twins had heard about the fight from Ginny and when you gave them a small recap, they assured you that they gave Ron a piece of their mind. They even said that Ron was blacklisted from Weasleyâs Wizards Wheezes, making you smile at the fact that they had your back. You told them that you were up until late after curfew due to how much fun you were having. You didnât however tell them about how Mattheo gave you butterflies or how you kissed his cheek when he had walked you to the common room.
âWhat?â George said in disbelief.
âYouâre telling me that they got you to stay out until after curfew? You? Little goody two shoes y/n? Never broken a school rule before. This is something else! I recon we should thank these guys, George!â Fred said, not believing his ears. You let out a laugh at this.
âYou guys act like Iâm some nun! Anyways, I got to get to class.â You said as you got your things and rose to your feet. Fred and George let out comically large sighs at this, making Ginny giggle.
âDoesnât seem like they made her relaxed enough to not be five minutes early to every class.â Fred groaned.
âYou canât win them all.â George added dramatically. You rolled your eyes with a smile and then with a wave goodbye started to make your way towards your first class of the day. You were glad that the twins and Ginny at least didnât seem to have a problem with your new friends. The classes dragged on and on until lunch, you were too preoccupied with thinking about your new friends, how nice they were to you. When finally, your last lesson before lunch ended, you quickly packed up your things and made your way out of the classroom. When you exited the classroom, you bumped into Enzo who was exiting the classroom right besides yours.
âOh, hi y/n, heading to the great hall?â He asked with a smile, silently gesturing for you to join him.
âHi Enzo, yeah just finished ancient runes, what about you?â You asked, falling into step with him.
âYeah, I just had history of magic.â He answered. The two of you fell into an easy conversation about school and the classes you were talking as you made your way towards the great hall. As you walked and talked with Enzo you noticed that people were looking warily at you, well more at the boy you were walking with. You noticed some glares and some apprehensive looks. Enzo seemed unbothered by the looks, completely consumed by his rant about how divination is a load of crap.
âHey, Enzo, can I ask you a question?â You had interrupted him before you could stop yourself. He nodded, looking curious to your shift in demeanour.
âHow come you guys are so nice to me?â You voiced a thought that had drifted in your head during the morning.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âI mean, considering who my friends are, it would be easy to not like me either.â You said, a small frown making its way to your lips. Enzo gave a small smile at that.
âYeah, but you have always been nice, well of course except to Malfoy but who cares, donât you remember when we worked together in arithmancy in third year and instead of laughing at me for not understanding, like some wouldâve done, you helped me instead?â Enzo explained as you rounded a corner.
âIt was the same with Matt, you were kind to him despite his reputation and his family, you even stood up for him when you barley knew him. That is why I, at least, like you.â He said with a smile on his lips. You looked at him shocked, you did remember when you had worked with Enzo, he had a problem with understanding certain things, but thatâs not something to laugh about is it? Just as you were about to open your mouth Mattheo and Theo joined you.
âHey, what are you guys talking about?â Theo asked casually throwing an arm over your shoulders, his other over Enzos. Mattheo walked on the other side of you. You snapped out of your trance at this and directed a chuckle at the boys antics.
âNothing really, I just met y/n after history of magic.â Enzo shrugged as he gave you a small smile that told you that your conversation would stay with him, you gave him a smile back.
âOh, so you werenât talking about how someone couldnât keep their hands to themselves yesterday then?â Mattheo said in a sing song voice, obviously his question hinted at the kiss you had given him outside of your common room. You gripped his arm and gave him a warning squeeze to not say anything, but he just gave you a teasing smirk.
âWhy would we talk about you obviously not keeping your hands to yourself?â Enzo deadpanned; Theo let out a laugh at that.
âPrincess, you donât have to leave.â
âHere darling, take my hoodie.â
âYouâre so pretty under the stars, love.â The boys mocked their friend who let out a dramatic gasp. You laughed as you felt your blush rise on your face.
âI did not say that!â Mattheo let out in disbelief.
âYou so did!â Enzo countered.
âNo, I was obviously talking about y/n not being able to keep her hands of me, she even kissed me!â Mattheo let out in light frustration, waving his arms around. The boys paused right in front of the doors to the great hall. It was quiet for a moment before they let out a laugh so loud it drew the attention of all the people in the great hall as they entered.
âYeah, right!â Theo said.
âLike that happened.â Enzo continued and Mattheo sputtered in shock that his friends didnât believe him, when he looked at you, he saw that you giggled at this.
âOh, you think this is funny? Now be a good girl and tell them the truth.â Mattheo said with a smirk as he grabbed your face to make you look him directly in the eyes, your blush making yet an appearance. Theos arm fell of your shoulders as you stared into Mattheos deep brown eyes. His presence invaded your senses, his smell, his warmth. His eyes were soft, but his smirk was prominent on his face. Your expression spoke for itself, and the boys let out sounds of disbelief when they realised that you did actually kiss him.
âWhat?â
âNo way?â
âWith his fugly mug?â You let out a laugh at Theos comment before you broke the eye contact with Mattheo and effectively breaking the trance he had put you in.
âOn the cheek, I kissed him goodnight on the cheek, gosh you guys are so dramatic!â You corrected with a smile was on your lips. They spluttered as they tried to disagree with your statement. You laughed as you turned to walk towards the Gryffindor table, not before you gave the boys a cheesy smile and a wave goodbye. When you sat down beside Ginny and opposite the twins the group was awfully quiet. When you looked up from your plate you saw that the three of them looked at you with knowing smirks plastered on their faces.
âWhat?â you asked, your voice squeaking from the attention.
âDonât you âwhatâ us! What was that all about?â George asked curiously. You gave a small laugh to try to cover up your embarrassment.
âI was just walking to lunch, with Mattheo, Enzo and Theo.â You said with a shrug as you took a bite of your lunch, feigning innocence.
âNot that! The whole almost kissing Riddle thing!â Fred said teasingly. You hadnât realised that the whole school had seen when Mattheo had grabbed your face, and you certainly hadnât realised that it looked like he was about to kiss you.
âWe were not about to kiss!â You said incredulously. The three of them exchanged knowing glances before continuing to tease you about Mattheo.
It had been three days since that one incident in the great hall, it was now Friday and you were doing some studying in the library, or well, trying to since you ran into Mattheo on the way there. He insisted on joining your study session, what you didnât know at the time was that it was to bother you while you studied.
âWhat about this one?â He asked as he held up a tube of lip gloss from your makeup bag. You had opened it to get some lip balm, and it had piqued the Slytherins interest, make up was probably more interesting than the essay he had to write for defence against the dark arts.
âThat is lip gloss Mattheo, it makes your lips shine.â You said as you tried to concentrate on the book of ancient runes in front of you. You heard that he put the product back in your little bag and then you felt his presence closer to you. You turned to him to find him staring right back at you. Those butterflies erupted in your stomach again as they did so often when you were with Mattheo. He was staring at you intently, his soft brown eyes traced the outline of your face, your eyes, your nose, your lips, back to your eyes.
âYou know youâre beautiful without it right?â He muttered as his eyes continued to trace your face. You didnât register what he was saying as you were watching him too, your eyes mapping his face, where his scar crossed his eyebrow. The tiny scar on the bridge of his nose, before you knew it you had reached out, your fingers softly tracing the scar across his eye. Mattheo was still staring at you with those Bambi-eyes of his.
âWhere did you get this?â You whispered, your fingers still tracing the scar on his face. His eyes never left yours as his hand moved up to his face to cover yours, giving it a soft squeeze. Your palm was flat against his cheek now, feeling his warm skin, while his large hand was covering yours.
âItâs nothing.â He murmured, closing his eyes. The intimate moment made you feel like you were going to explode. He was so close, so intoxicating, his warmth was like an embrace, his scent of mint, nicotine and sandalwood had become familiar, but no less addicting. When he opened his eyes he looked right at you, his gaze soft and gentle. The moment between you were interrupted by footsteps that was coming your way. He let go of your hand which you let fall to your lap. You both then turned back to your respective work, Mattheo actually doing the work this time. It was Hermione who rounded the corner to your table.
âDo you mind if I sit?â She asked carefully, you gave a wary smile and gestured for her to sit. You cast a sideways glance at Mattheo and saw that he wore a stoic look on his face, his eyes trained on Hermione.
âIâm really sorry that I didnât defend you y/n, I really am!â Hermione let out when she had sat down, and you felt like some of the weight that had been on your shoulders lifted. You gave a smile before reaching over the table to give your friend a hug.
âThank you, you have no idea how much that means to me!â You said as you sat back down in your chair.
âBesides, Iâve really missed you.â You said as you smiled at each other.
âOh, Iâm sorry, Hermione meet Mattheo, Mattheo, Hermione.â You introduced them and they nodded at each other, a bit awkwardly. Mattheos face did soften a bit at Hermioneâs apology. After dinner you and Hermione hung out in your shared dorm, Ginny had joined you after a while. The hot topic that was being discussed was your newfound friendship with the Slytherin boys. Ginny was happily filling Hermione in on the details about a certain boy that you conveniently left out.
âThey did sit rather close to each other in the library earlierâŠâ Hermione thought out loud, Ginny let out a squeal at this piece of new information.
âOh! Hermione I didnât tell you about how he was about to kiss her in the great hall!â Ginny said excitedly. You spluttered at that.
âHe did not try to kiss me, Ginny! You canât just say that!â You said your voice high pitched with embarrassment.
âWhat did he do then y/n?â Hermione asked an amused smirk playing on her lips, Ginny was practically bouncing on your bed with excitement as she explained the moment between the two of you.
âIt was nothing!â You said shyly.
âIt was totally something!!â Ginny exclaimed excitedly.
âIt did sound like something y/n! Come on you can at least admit that you think heâs cute.â Hermione said teasingly, you kept quiet for a moment, deliberating whether you should answer or not. You did think that Mattheo was cute, of course you did. He is stunning, curly hair, dark brown eyes, charming smile, those butterflies erupted in your stomach again.
âOkay, fine, yes he is cute.â You let out in defeat and the girls let out squeals of excitement.
âI knew it!â Ginny let out in triumph as you and Hermione laughed at her but before either of you could reply a knock could be heard at the door. Still chuckling from the previous conversation, you hopped of your bed and went to open the door. Outside of your dorm was a shy first year. Taken aback by the little boy you stuck your head out of your door to look around.
âCan I, uh help you?â You asked curiously while looking at the boy who was too shy to meet your eyes. He quickly thrusted a note in your hands before taking of, running away. You held on to the note, utterly confused as you closed your door and turned back to your friends.
âWhat is it?â Hermione asked.
âI donât know, a note.â You replied as you showed them the note.
âWell, what are you waiting for? Read it!â Ginny urged. You unfolded the note and sat down on your bed again, Ginny and Hermione coming closer to read it over your shoulder.
âEvening darling,
I was hoping you would get your little butt out of your dorm and join us for a smoke in the astronomy tower (I know you donât smoke but I would love some company since I can feel myself loosing IQ-points from hanging out with the guys for too long). Iâm waiting for you outside of the portrait.
- M.R.
P.S. get a sweater, itâs cold outâ
Ginny and Hermione squealed in excitement as they shook your shoulders.
âOh, you have to go y/n!!!â Ginny said excitedly.
âYes, have fun on your dateeee!â Hermione said in a sing song voice as she threw Mattheos sweater in your face.
âItâs not a date, the others will probably be there too.â You defended as you subconsciously slipped on his sweater and put on your slippers. The girls practically pushed you out of your dorm, giggling like mad men as they closed the door behind you. With a smile and shake of your head you started to head towards the exit of the common room. When you exited the portrait, you paused at the scene in front of you. Harry and Ron had Mattheo cornered, the latter looking more agitated by the second.
âI donât care, Riddleâ Harry spat his name âyouâre outside my common room, so I believe it is my business.â
âAnd I donât care that itâs your common room, itâs none of your business, Potterâ Mattheo spat back. He was a good deal taller than Harry, just a couple of centimetres above Ron. He was staring down on them, with a glare so intense it sent shivers down your spine. This was the Mattheo the rest of the school saw, cold, irritated, bad-tempered Mattheo, not the nice, caring boy you saw.
âIf you think youâre here to see y/n you have another thing coming.â Ron gritted out through clenched teeth. Harry nodded in agreement and Mattheo clenched his jaw in annoyance. You noticed the shift in the air as Ron said this. Mattheo looked almost angry now, not wanting the situation to escalate you let your presence be known.
âI donât see how thatâs any of your business.â You spoke as you walked around them and placed yourself in front of Mattheo, reaching your hand back to grab his, in what you thought would be a comforting manner. Harry and Ron looked shocked at what you said.
âWait, y/n youâre taking his side again?â Harry said with a scoff.
âWell, was he doing anything wrong when you got here?â You asked annoyed with their behaviour, it was Ron who scoffed this time. Remembering his thoughts as to why you defended Mattheo the last time you spoke you whirled on him.
âYou got something to say, Ron?â You asked, your own irritation bubbling up to the surface. You could feel a grounding squeeze on your hand by Mattheo. You gave him a thankful look.
âYeah, as a matter of fact I do! Itâs clear why youâre defending him, he has clearly gotten in your pants! Heâs playing with you, he is using you y/n, how can you be so stupid not to see that?â Ron let out his frustration. It felt like time stopped. It felt like your heart shattered when you heard Ron, your friend since first year, utter those words. You felt tears well up in your eyes.
âRon, youâre so out of line.â You said through your tears, and you felt Mattheo move to stand beside you, his hand moving from yours to your back, rubbing comforting circles there to soothe you. He was giving Ron an icy glare as he comforted you as your tears now flowed freely.
âYou better watch your mouth, Weasley.â He said, his tone cold.
âHey, donât threaten him!â Harry said, taking his friends side, Mattheo let out a cold, slow laugh at Harrys reaction.
âOh, thatâs really something, Potter. I knew you were a git, but I thought that you treated your friends better than this. You should be glad that y/n is here, otherwise I would beat the shit out of you two for saying shit like this.â Mattheo said angrily before taking you had in his and leading you away from them. Tears were streaming down your face at your friends words, you could hear that Harry and Ron were saying something behind you, but you couldnât hear what, your ears were ringing. When you rounded a corner Mattheo stopped you. He pulled you into an embrace and ran his hand up and down you back in a comforting manner as you cried into his chest. Slowly the tears came to a stop and you peaked up at him, he gave you a worried look.
âIâm sorryâ You mumbled, feeling embarrassed for crying on him, he gave you a small smile
âYou, my love, have nothing to be sorry for. Now for Weasley and Potter itâs a different story.â You could see how his face went cold when he talked about them and you could feel how his grip on your waist tightened. He then did something that shocked you, he placed a kiss on your forehead. For him it seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world as he pulled you into his arms again, but it made your brain short-circuit. You could feel how he rested his head atop of yours as he held you. You let yourself relax in his arms for a moment before slightly pulling away again and looking up at him.
âHow are you feeling?â He asked, his eyes soft again, as he brought his hand up to your face to wipe away the last remaining tears there.
âIâve been better?â It came out more as a question as you were more focused on his large, warm palm on your face. He gave you a small smile and a chuckle slipped out from his lips.
âWe donât have to hang out with the others if you donât want toâŠâ He said tenderly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You shook your head, giving the boy a small smile.
âNo, I think some cheering up could do me good.â You said. You were still heartbroken from Rons words. Thatâs the thing with Ron, he will find the most hurtful things to say when he is mad at someone.
âAlright then, but if you want to go you let me know, okay?â He said, grabbing your face with both of his hands searching your face for any uncertainty. You gave a small smile and nodded. With a short nod himself he grabbed your hand as you started walking towards the astronomy tower. His hand in yours was grounding and comforting as he intertwined your fingers, his thumb stroking your knuckles. The walk was silent, you could see how Mattheos jaw clenched and unclenched as you walked, presumably thinking about what had just happened. You had never seen him angry up close before but when he was staring Harry and Ron down you had to admit that he looked scary. He had the same look now as you walked together and while you werenât scared of him you could see why people where. You would probably fear him too if it werenât for the way he was holding your hand. When you reached the top of the stairs in the astronomy he didnât let go, the group of boys quieted down when they heard your footsteps.
âLook who finally stopped making out in a broom closet and decided to joi-â It was Theo who spoke first but stopped himself when he saw your faces, yours with streaks of tears and Mattheos looking like he could kill someone. âWhat happened?â He then asked seriously, and Mattheo moved to sit down, brining you with him, making you sit down so close to him that your legs touched. He didnât once make a move to let go of your hand, the feeling was probably as grounding for him as it was to you. He had it in his lap now, playing with the rings on your fingers as he frowned at Theos question. Balise and Enzo both looked at you worriedly and you decided to speak.
âWe ran into Harry and Ron.â You said your voice hoarse from the crying. You felt his grip on your hand tighten before he looked up.
âI was waiting for her outside the common room. Those two twats decided to corner me and then y/n came and Weasleyâ He spat out the name âsaid some really foul things to her.â His grip was firm now and you gave him a reassuring squeeze that made him look at you and his face softened as his eyes met yours.
âTheyâre dead.â Blaise said coldly, Enzo and Theo nodded slowly in agreement. You felt the cold queasy feeling of anxiety creep up from the pit of your stomach.
âGuys, please donât fight them because of me, please.â You said, panic evident in your voice, the thought making you sick. You didnât want any of your friends to be hurt, neither your new ones or your old ones. Because despite that youâre fighting you still consider Harry and Ron your friends, maybe not as close as before, but still friends. You felt Mattheo pull you to him so that you were sitting in between his legs, his arms wrapping protectively around you as he soothed you. His scent of nicotine, mint and sandalwood enveloped you like a hug.
âDonât worry love, we wonât fight anyone if thatâs what you want.â He mumbled into your hair before kissing your head. You felt your panic settle slowly and as you looked at the others you saw for the first time that they werenât giving Mattheo cheesy looks like they usually did when he showed you affection or flirted with you. They looked angry, like they didnât even notice the way Mattheo was holding you.
âBut they canât just treat our friend like that!â Enzo said, anger in his voice. What you noticed was the use of the word friend. They saw you as their friend. You donât know why it hit you like this, you considered the boys your friends after the first time you met them in the astronomy tower, but the fact that they considered you their friend as well made you feel warm.
âListen darling, I can promise that we wonât initiate any fights with themâ Mattheo looked pointedly at Enzo as he said this. âBut if they start oneâŠâ You slowly nodded; it seemed like a fair compromise even if you didnât like it. The others nodded too.
âWe can always beat them of their brooms in our next quidditch match.â Blaise let out, you let out a chuckle when you saw the small teasing smile on his face. The thing was that you wouldnât be surprised if the Slytherin beaters accidentally did club Harry of his broom in the next match. Slowly the tense conversation eased into lighter topics, you could still see that the boys were angry from what happened earlier but you were glad that they slowly found their way back to their normal selves. You were still sitting between Mattheos legs, his arm around your back and his other hand in your lap. You were now playing with his rings as your head rested against his chest. You were feeling drained from all that happened and the vibrations in Mattheos chest from when he was talking was soothing you, making you sleepier by the moment. You heard that the boys went from talking loudly to low murmurs as you slipped in and out of sleep. The warmth of Mattheos large hand on your back under your shirt was the last thing you felt before dosed off, head nestled on his chest as he smoked his cigarette, comfortably rubbing the bare skin of your back.
You awoke some time later. The guys were still murmuring to each other lowly. You could feel Mattheos warm body against yours just like how you fell asleep, your fingers still clutching his. You could feel his other hand against the bare skin of your back.
âGood morning sleeping beauty.â Theo said teasingly when he saw that you were awake. You let out a yawn and you felt Mattheo chuckle.
âYou comfortable there?â Blaise said joining in on the teasing, making you blush.
âYeah, actually, Matty here is very comfy.â You said cheekily while cuddling closer to the boy. He chuckled and his hand found your waist under your shirt and gave it a squeeze.
âYou sure you and Matty werenât actually making out in the broom closet before you came here?â Enzo said with a smirk on his face and the others started cackling.
âOh, shut up Enzo!â Mattheo let out with a chuckle and you were blushing hard at the insinuation. You get as to why they are teasing you though. You were sitting on the floor with Mattheo, you between his legs as your side are pressed to his chest and your legs were draped over one of his. His arm around your back and his other hand in your lap. You really did understand why they were teasing you, but it didnât stop you from feeling embarrassed by their teasing. Enzo stuck his tongue out at you two which made you laugh.
âBut seriously, how long was I asleep?â You asked and they chuckled at you.
âAbout 30 minutes.â Theo said and you sat up straighter.
âIâm sorry I fell asleep when we were supposed to hang out.â You apologised with a small frown.
âHey, donât worry about it, princess, you just needed some sleep. We donât blame you.â Mattheo said softly, engulfing your hand in his. You could hear the other snigger at you two but you couldnât bring yourself to care. Not when you could feel yourself getting lost in his chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes who were looking at you intently, with a softness not many had ever seen.
âDonât worry about it princess.â Blaise said in a voice mocking Mattheos.
âOh, Matty, youâre so nice and handsome.â Theo said in a high-pitched voice that you assumed was supposed to be you.
âIâm so dark and twisted but for you Iâm nice and sweet, look I even cuddle.â Enzo joined in with a dark voice that was supposed to sound like Mattheo. This made you burst out laughing. Mattheo rolled his eyes but couldnât supress his amused smile.
âYou guys are the worst!â You said as you laughed at them, the three boys were sitting there with cheeky grins on their faces.
âNo, you guys are the worst, sitting like that making us feel like third, fourth and fifth wheels.â Blaise said with a teasing eyeroll. You chuckled at that.
âAww, Blaisie you could always cuddle each other.â You said in a mockingly sweet voice making Mattheo chuckle. Blaise made a face at the thought of cuddling Enzo and Theo.
âOh, come on Blaise, it wouldnât be that bad.â Mattheo said, enjoying that you were finally the ones doing the teasing. Sensing an opening you turned to the boy whose lap you were practically sitting in.
âHow would you know, Matty? Is cuddling a common practice in the Slytherin dorms?â You asked looking up at the boy with a smirk on your face. He was smirking right back at you.
âYou have no idea.â Mattheo said jokingly making you laugh. The banter continued between your group long into the night, successfully cheering you up yet again. This night ended in the same way, Mattheo was walking you to your common room, with a hand on the low of your back. When you reached the portrait hole you turned to him and quietly thanked him for tonight. When you were about to turn around to go into your common room he grabbed your wrist.
âHey, where is my goodnight kiss?â He said, a small pout on his lips. His question made your blush make yet another appearance on your cheeks. You smiled at the boy who was looking at you expectantly. You put your hands on his shoulders, his found your waist, rose to the very tips of your toes and you placed a kiss on his cheek, just like the first time he walked you back. With a shy smile you let go of him, murmured a soft goodnight and then went in through the portrait hole. You didnât miss the broad smile on his face as he turned around to get back to his own common room.
The next morning you awoke with a smile on your face as memories from the night before flooded to your brain. It was around 9 when you woke up and you saw that Hermione was awake and reading a book in her bed. When she saw that you were awake, she put down her book and came to your bed, begging for details about your night. You told her about everything. Needing someone to vent to you told her about what Harry and Ron did, all the physical affection between you and Mattheo, the teasing from the boys, all of it. Hermione was giving you her thoughts about the situation as you got ready for the day. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, for which you both were excited. You needed to refill your snack drawer. As you exited your dorm you ran into Ginny and the three of you started to walk through the common room together on your way to breakfast. You joined the twins at the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron were sitting a few places away from you, Ron sent you a nasty look which Hermione sent a glare back. She was very upset with them for what they did yesterday, Ginny and the twins too as soon as they were filled in on what happened.
The conversation switched to lighter topic as your group made their way to Hogsmeade. When you reached the village the twins left you for Zonkoâs. You, Ginny and Hermione walked around in different shops but ultimately found your way to Honeydukes to fill up on snacks. You hadnât seen any of the Slytherin boys all day and you were wondering if they even went to Hogsmeade today. While you were in Honeydukes you picked out different types of sweets to give to them, in case they didnât get to go. After Honeydukes you all carries heavy bags of sweets. You stopped by The Three Broomsticks for some butterbeers before heading back to the castle. When you finally got back you dumped your sweets in their designated drawer before grabbing the bag you bought for the boys.
âHey, Hermione, Iâm just going to give this to the guys okay? See you in a bit.â You said as you leaved your dorm. When you exited the common room it struck you that you had no idea where they were. Deciding to check the astronomy tower first you started to make your way there. However, when you arrived it was empty. You checked the library after that, also empty. The great hall, empty. It left you no choice, you went down into the dungeons, on your way you met a Slytherin girl in your year that you were friendly with, Daphne Greengrass. You made small talk as you walked together towards the Slytherin common room. She was kind enough to tell you the password after letting you in. The Slytherin common room was quite different from Gryffindors. It had large windows that showed you the bottom of the black lake, large black couches and some fireplaces with warming fires going. Despite what you heard about it, their common room was cozy. You looked out the windows into the black lake and saw all sorts of fish and other creatures. The guys werenât here either though.
âExcuse me, do you where Mattheos dorm is?â You asked a 7th year who lazily pointed you in the direction of his dorm. You walked up the stairs and made your way to where the 7th year showed you. You noticed that no one batted an eye at your presence in their common room, nor when you asked for the boys dormitories. Funny how different it wouldâve been if the roles were reversed, and the boys were wandering around the Gryffindor common room. Stopping in front of the door you assumed was Mattheos and the rests dorm you took a deep breath before knocking. You waited, no answer. You listened intently and you heard their voices, they mustâve not heard you. You knocked again, harder this time and you heard footsteps nearing the door. It opened and before you were Enzo.
âOh y/n! Come in. What are you doing here?â He asked curiously as he stepped aside for you to enter. You noticed that you walked into not a dorm but a hall full of doors.
âYou guys have your own private dorms?â You asked in disbelief to which he chuckled and gave you a âyeahâ as he led you to one of the doors where you could hear shouts and someone groaning. You gave him an uncertain glance which he replied with a small smile before opening the door. Before you were a sight to behold. Mattheo was sitting on the bed, shirtless and bloody. He had dried blood coming from his nose, down his chin and chest, and a cut on his eyebrow. He held a bloody rag to his nose as he listened to Theo and Blaise cuss him out. You dropped the bag of sweets in shock of the scene making the boys freeze and look at you, like deer caught in headlights.
âYouâre hurt.â You said with a frown as you stood in the doorway. Mattheo let out a breath.
âItâs nothing love, what are you doing here?â He asked, trying to change the subject.
âWhat happened?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Blaise chuckled at how you didnât let up.
âNothing darling, donât worry.â He said, winching as he tried to smile, you now noticed a cut in his lip too.
âIâm not stupid Mattheo.â The guys chuckled at how you pursed your lips at him âIf I heal you, will you talk?â You asked giving him a pointed look to which he nodded defeated. You bent down, grabbed the bag of sweets and placed it at the desk before moving to stand in front of him, your wand ready.
âTalk first.â You demanded, making the others cackle.
âShe drives a hard bargain.â Theo said, amused as he watched the scene unfold. Mattheo mumbled something under his breath that you didnât catch, the others cackled louder at this. You whirled around and glared at them.
âShut upâ You hissed at them before turning to the boy you were harbouring a crush on.
âWhat? Use your big boy words.â You said, annoyance in your voice, you could hear the others snigger quietly, making you send glares at them.
âI might have heard McLaggen talk about, uh, someone and I sort of beat him up.â He said sheepishly. You rose an eyebrow at the boy.
âYou beat up McLaggen for talking about someone, about who?â You pressed to which he shrugged. You narrowed your eyes at him and then the others who all held up their hands in surrender.
âWhy would you do that?â You asked, he shrugged again with a sigh of annoyance you quickly healed him to which he was grateful.
âYouâre so annoying.â You mumbled under your breath to which he beamed.
âYes, but you still love me.â He said in a sing song voice to which you rolled your eyes, but a small smile crept up on your lips.
âAnyways, the reason I decided to bless you with my presence was to give you guys this. I didnât see you in Hogsmeade today, but since you were busy beating people up for talking about others, I now know why.â You said pointedly as you gave them the bag of sweets, still feeling quite annoyed.
âOh, y/n this is really nice of you.â Blaise said taken aback.
âYou really didnât have toâŠâ Theo muttered as Enzo and Mattheo murmured in agreement. This made you soften, your annoyance with the boys slowly fading away. You busied yourself with wetting a cloth with some water before slowly walking over to the bed where Mattheo was sitting stunned. You handed him the wet cloth, he accepted it with a small smile, blood still on his face.
âHavenât anyone brought you a gift before?â You asked softly as the boys stared at the candy, Mattheo cleaning of the dried blood of his face and chest. They shook their heads no at your question.
âWe arenât the most liked people in school, as you know.â Enzo muttered fiddling with the packaging of a chocolate frog. This broke your heart.
âWell, I like you and I will always bring you something from Hogsmeade if you canât make it.â You said determination in your voice making the boys look at you with wide eyes.
âLike you said, weâre friends, and I like to bring gifts to my friends.â You said with a smile, the boys slowly smiled too. You saw appreciative looks on their faces when you looked around the room, when your eyes landed on Mattheo next to you, you noticed that he had missed some blood.
âHere, let me.â You said softly and you reached to grab the cloth before wiping away some blood on his eyebrow. The look he was giving you now was the same one he gave you in the library. It made your breath catch in your throat, your movements coming to a halt as your eyes caught his. He was looking at you with those Bambi-eyes, butterflies erupted in your stomach, just like they usually did with him. His hand gripped your thigh, not in a sexual way, it was more like he was assuring himself that you really were there.
âYouâre too good to us.â He murmured as he held your gaze, you cleared your throat, continuing to wipe away blood, from his chest now.
âIâm not, I just appreciate you guys, youâve been really nice to me.â You said, a small smile on your lip as you threw the cloth in the trash.
âWell, that settles it, you can never leave us, Iâm too attached now.â Blaise said with a cheesy smile on his face as he made his way to you and before you knew it, he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you up in the air. You squealed and kicked your legs.
âAhh Blaise, put me down! I wonât leave you okay!â You said in between laughter, he was laughing too before setting you down. You didnât have much time on the ground before Enzo and Theo went to hug you too, crushing you just like Blaise. Laughter filled the room from your squealing. When you were finally released you collapsed onto the bed, feeling winded.
âSo, this is how you show your appreciation, by breaking your friends ribs?â You chuckle before leaning on your elbows looking at the boys who were grinning from ear to ear.
âNo but we can break other peopleâs ribs if you need us toâ Mattheo said which earned him a slap on his shoulder from you.
âYouâre such a boy! And put a shirt on you heathen.â You said as you stuck your tongue out at him which earned some laughter from the others.
âDonât try to pretend that you donât enjoy the view.â He said wiggling his eyebrows at you, making you laugh before hitting his head with a pillow. He let out a grunt of shock before grabbing the pillow from your hand making you panic.
âPlease donât hit me I brought you candy!â You said as you braced for impact, but it never came instead you heard a groan from the boy.
âYou canât just pull that card, now Iâll feel bad if I hit you!â He pouted making you let out a breath of relief as the others laughed. Mattheo put the pillow down and went to put a shirt on, to your very secret disappointment. You all hung out in what you learned was Theos dorm, you were snacking and just chatting about anything and everything. It was around 8 in the evening when he tried to kick you out, but he wouldnât give a reason.
âAh, Theos girlfriend is coming soon.â Enzo teased as he stood up from his place by the desk, Blaise and Mattheo stood up as well.
âOmg Theo? You never told me you had a girlfriend! Who is she? How long have you been together? How did you meet?â You asked eagerly as you turned to Theo who now looked slightly uncomfortable.
âWell, y/n, weâre not together in uh that senseâŠâ Theo trailed off, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. It took you a moment to realise what he meant you made a face which made the others laugh. Mattheo grabbed your hands to drag you up from your spot on the bed.
âWell, letâs go then darling, let Theo have some fun with his non-girlfriend.â He said with a laugh as you made another face, Enzo and Balise had already left for their own dorms.
âCome on love, itâs just sex, itâs no big deal.â He said with an amused smile on his face.
âItâs not the sex, itâs the way youâre phrasing it!â You said with your nose scrunched, making both Theo and Mattheo chuckle. You shook your head at them as you gave Theo a wave before letting Mattheo drag you out of Theos dorm. Mattheo started to walk towards another door in the hall, he gave you a look as to tell you to follow him before he opened the door and sauntered into what you assumed was his dorm. You followed him in, closing the door behind you, and looked around. His dorm was neat, he had shelves of books and records, you let your fingers trace the backs of them as Mattheo flopped down on his bed, watching you.
âI didnât know you liked to read?â You said softly as you picked up a copy of the muggle book Moby Dick, turning it over in your hand as you looked at him. He shrugged before putting his arms behind his head.
âI had a lot of time when I was little, I guess the habit just stuck.â He answered your question nonchalantly. You smiled as you put the book back in its place. You sat down on the bed, looking at him.
âWhat?â He asked curiously, a small smile on his face. You let out a shy laugh before turning your body fully too him.
âYouâre full of surprises, Mattheo Riddle.â You said softly.
âOh yeah? Good or bad?â He asked, a soft smile on his face as he sat up to face you.
âOnly good.â You said as you reached out to brush one of his stray curls out of his eyes. The tension from earlier made itâs way back between you. The air turned thick and heavy. Your hand hovered awkwardly by his cheek for a moment before he grabbed it in his larger one. You had shifted closer to him now as his other hand caressed your cheek.
âYou really are too good to us, to me.â He murmured as his thumb traced your cheekbone. You didnât know what to say, you were lost in his chocolate brown eyes, the feeling of his hand against your face, the whole of him. You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. His hand moved to grip the hair in the back of your neck, a soft, yet steady grip as he closed his eyes. He looked like he was in pain as he opened his eyes again. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, you would be surprised if he didnât hear your heartbeat. You donât know how it slipped out it just did, but the world seemed to stop when you uttered those words.
âKiss me, Matty.â The restraint he showed earlier completely vanished and his lips were on yours in a soft, passionate kiss. His hands moved to your waist as he lifted you into his lap, so you were straddling him. Your hands found their home in his hair, grabbing the ends of it, making him groan into your lips. His hands moved under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your waist.
âGod, youâre so fucking perfect.â He grunted against your lips as he gripped the soft flesh of your hips. He was kissing you again, more intensely this time, his tongue was in your mouth exploring every part of it, hands gripping your hips firmly. He flipped you over mid kiss so that you were laying under him, his arms at either side of your head, and continued to kiss you.
âFuck, Iâve wanted to do that since I saw you in potions.â He said as he kissed down your neck as you let out small moans. He pulled back to look at you, your hair was fanned out on his pillow as you laid there under him. You were looking up at him with big eyes, lips swollen and red from all the kissing. His hand grabbed your chin as he looked you in the eyes, vulnerability shone in his eyes.
âPlease tell me that youâre mine, I canât kiss you again without knowing that youâre mine.â He said, his voice strained, and your heart stopped. Your eyes widened in shock. Mattheo was known for not doing commitment, yet here he was, asking you to be his.
âWhat?â You asked, shock evident in your voice.
âFuck, yes love, all I want is you. I think about you before I go to bed, right after I wake up, I canât eat, sleep or do anything without you being on my mind. Hell, it was you McLaggen talked about, he didnât even say anything bad, and I still saw red. Youâre fucking perfect, youâre too good for me, yet you make me want to rip my heart out of my chest and give it to you if thatâs what it takes for you to be mine, my girlfriend, my whatever youâre willing to be.â He said his eyes closed and his head dipped in the crook of your neck. Your hands pulled his face up so you could look at him. His eyes were searching yours for any sign of anything.
âDo you really mean that, Matty?â You whispered to which he nodded. Your face broke out in a wide smile, his face slowly matching yours.
âThen Iâm yours, your girlfriend, as long as youâre mine, my boyfriend.â You said, using his words from just moments before. You have never seen a wider smile on his face before. He leaned down again and gave you the sweetest kiss youâve ever felt. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up in his bed, kissing, talking, cuddling, Mattheo even read to you at some point of the evening. He read a chapter of Little Women, a muggle novel he said he thought you might like. At some point you fell asleep in his arms, your head comfortably nestled on his chest. It was the best sleep you have had for a long time. When you awoke the next day Mattheo was still holding you, his hand firmly on your waist. He looked so peaceful as he slept, his curls messy, his mouth slightly open as soft snores escaped him. You reached a hand up to caress your boyfriends face, his eyes shot open the second you touched him.
âSorryâ you whispered as you stroked his hair out of his face.
âPlease tell me Iâm not dreaming.â He rasped, his voice thick with sleep. A blush spread across your cheeks at his voice. You let out a giggle at his words.
âYouâre not, Matty.â You said softly before giving him a soft kiss on the lips to which he responded immediately by kissing you back and rolling you over so that he was on top of you. He deepened the kiss groaning at the feeling of your hands in his hair. Before anything else could happen, you were interrupted by his door slamming open.
âRise and shi-â You heard Blaise say before falling completely silent.
âSorry mate, we didnât know you had a girl over.â This was Enzo, you assumed they couldnât see that it was you based on how Mattheo was over you. He gave you a short smirk before looking back at the three boys who stood in the doorway. When he shifted his position, the boys got a clear view of your face.
âNoâ
âFuckingâ
âWay.â They said in disbelief as they saw you, although fully clothed, under Mattheo, in his bed, in the morning. Mattheo chuckled as you let out an embarrassed laugh. Mattheo rolled off you, making you miss his warmth, and the two of you sat up.
âWhen did this happen?â Enzo asked and you explained what happened, choosing to leave out some of the more intimate details.
âLook, Iâm so happy for you and all but seriously, if you were touchy, feely before I canât even imagine what it will be like now!â Blaise groaned as you were walking to breakfast, Mattheos arm securely around your waist.
âDo you really think they can get worse?â Theo pondered with a smirk on his face. Mattheo rolled his eyes and gave your waist a squeeze, making you smile as your friends discussed the matter at hand. When you entered the great hall, you didnât have time to think before you were pulled to the Slytherin table to sit with your boyfriend. You were talking and laughing as you ate your breakfast. You caught Fred and Georges eye, just as you did Theos in the beginning of your friendship, the twins gave you a cheeky wink each and wiggled their eyebrows. Then they leaned over to say something to Hermione and Ginny who were sitting with their backs to you. The girls turned around as saw you sitting with Mattheo, his arm around you waist, they smiled at you and then turned around to talk intently with the twins. You turned your attention back to your boyfriend who were arguing with Theo about something. What you didnât notice were the looks from Harry and Ron, they saw your genuine smile when you looked at Mattheo, they also saw how Mattheo looked at you like you were the one who hung the stars and the moon. They realised then what a big mistake they made.
They caught up with you when you had left the boys to go change in your dorms, with a promise to join them again once you had freshened up.
ây/n, please wait up.â Harry shouted as they ran up to you. You stopped and turned to them, a wary look on your face.
âPlease, y/n weâre really sorry for how we behaved.â Harry said, an apologetic look on his face.
âYeah, Iâm really sorry for saying that you would sleep with anyone who is nice to you, I know you would never do that, youâre like one of the smartest people I know.â Ron said, him too looking apologetic.
âWhen we heard that Riddle beat up McLaggen for talking about you, we sort of realised that he might not be using you.â Ron added.
âI forgive you.â You said slowly. Harry and Ron straightened.
âYou do?â The asked, hopeful.
âYeah, but what you said really hurt. I miss my friends though.â You said with a smile as you gave them hugs. You walked with them to the common room, joking as you did before all the drama. You filled Hermione and Ginny in on your recent development in your relationship with Mattheo as you went around your dorm to freshen up. You were eager to get to him. When you finally had changed and freshened up you hurried through the castle to the dungeons and when you finally reached your boyfriends dorm you walked in and jumped on him as he was laying on the bed, reading. He let out a grunt as you landed on him.
âWhatâs got you in such a good mood?â He asked with a smile as he put the book away. You explained what had happened, about how Harry and Ron apologized and how happy it made you that you were finally friends again. Mattheo beamed at you before pulling you in for a kiss, one of many to come. Everything was finally right, and you couldnât be happier.
#fan fiction#slytherin boys#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle x gryffindor reader#harry potter#x reader
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Hey!! Idk know if you are taking requests right now but can you write a Theo x Hufflepuff reader imagine where the reader is always telling him to make friends from other houses. He finally does make friends but with a beautiful Ravenclaw and starts spending more time with her. The reader starts feeling insecure and ignores Theo. He soon realises that she is ignoring him and talks to her.
Btw I love your writing and can you please tag me if you do write it?
Too Friendly
Theodore Nott x reader
Warnings: Swearing, allusions to sex but no sex.
Description: The reader wants Theo to make more friends but when he does, she becomes insecure about their bond.
Sorry this took so long to get out, I'm in the middle of my final exams of high school so I don't have much time. I enjoyed writing this one. Thanks for the request @orphicmortala
âItâs sad, Theo, youâve got, like, no friends!â You said as you tried your best to remember how to tie your yellow tie.
âWhat do you call Malfoy, then?â Theo asked from the bed.
âAn accomplice,â you replied with that unique snark that Theo loved about you, âYou need friends from other housesâ Friends that arenât just me.â You added those final words hastily before he could open his mouth in protest.
Theo rolled his eyes and beckoned you over. His hands glided over the folds of your tie with expertise, undoing the mess of a knot youâd created in order to do it up properly and perfectly. When he was done, he looked up at you with his gorgeous, oceanic eyes and the corners of his mouth where both his beautiful lips connected turned upwards. You uttered your thanks quietly as you resisted the primal urge to just not go to class at all and instead spend the whole day with him. Your mind wandered off to imagine being stuck between Theoâs checkered emerald sheets, but you brought it back to reality.
Fending off your lustful desires as well as a nun would, you bid adieu to Theo and hurried out of his room and the Slytherin common room. On your way out, you dodged the teasingly crude jokes and names that Theoâs friends tossed towards you and told Pansy that she was no better than yourself (youâd seen the way she snuck out of that empty classroom after Draco a couple days earlier, her hair and clothes all dishevelled and her thighs rubbing together uncomfortably).
The whole day, Theo dwelled on your words. While you werenât exactly dating or in a relationship, he always found himself bound to your every word and every whim. You seemed to dictate his life in a way that you certainly shouldnât, but he couldnât help but listen to you. So, in Arithmancy, he didnât sit next to Blaise as he usually did, instead electing to sit with Lisa Turpin, a Ravenclaw girl heâd seen you talk to a few times.
She looked at him in confusion, âDid you need something?â
He withheld the instinct to say some snide remark and instead replied, âI thought Iâd make a new friend today.â
âOn some random Tuesday⊠in our Sixth year?â Her face contorted to expose her obvious disgust.
âMerlinâs cock and balls, Iâm trying to be nice, Turpin!â Theo frowned and picked up his bag to go sit elsewhere.
Turpin grabbed his wrist as he stood up and her lips made a thin line as she pulled him back down to the seat. Her brows knitted together like a homemade sweater and she breathed out a sigh of defeat.
âNo, itâs okay, sorry,â she said, âSit here if youâd like.â
Over the next week, Theo made some serious efforts to get to know Turpin despite his friendsâ obvious, loud verbal opposition. After that first Arithmancy class, Blaise had practically torn him to shreds with his massive speech on house loyalty and the horrible impact that you were clearly having on him. Daphne had recited the same speech her mother had given to her on her first day of her first year at school about how interrelations with students from the lesser houses was a gateway drug to blood sympathy (sheâd given him the same speech when he started his little thing with you). And Pansy, Merlinâs beard, Pansy was furious.
Pansy had constructed this whole idea in her mind that you hated that Theo was talking to Turpin. She called it âcheatingâ which Theo had adamantly disagreed with. He wasnât having sex with Turpin, in fact, he had absolutely zero romantic interest in her. He barely even liked her. The only thing the two had in common was Arithmancy and every time they hung out they talked about it until there was no more Arithmancy to talk about. It was, quite frankly, boring. Turpin was boring.
âItâs emotional cheating,â said Pansy in a huff as she and the others started towards the Great Hall for Monday breakfast.
âEmotional cheating?â Theo asked skeptically.
âYes, Nott, emotional cheating,â she nodded, âAnd itâs hurting Y/nâs feelings. Thatâs why she hasnât spoken to you all week.â
His gaze snapped to focus on Pansy whose black eyes were ablaze with the feminine rage of a girlâs best friend, âHow do you know she hasnât spoken to me all week?â
Pansy smirked, her honey red lipstick bright against her pale skin, and shrugged. She knew you hadnât spoken to him all week because you wouldnât shut up about it. In Divination on Wednesday afternoon, youâd all but assaulted Pansy with questions about Theoâs newfound interest in Turpin. All of which Pansy had no helpful responses to.
âIs he flirting with her?â You asked.
âMaybe, I donât know, itâs not like they sit with us,â said Pansy, struggling to focus on the crystal ball with all your chatter.
âWhy not? Why donât they sit with you? Are they trying to be private?â You pushed almost frantically.
âUh, possibly? Honestly, I just think he knows we donât like her,â she explained.
âWhy donât you like her? Is she a bitch?â You frowned and then quickly added in a judgmental tone, âOr are you just being blood supremacists?â
âIs she a mudblood?â Pansy stopped working to stare at you.
You smacked her hand and she hissed, âI donât know her that well. Donât say that.â
When Theo and his friends finally arrived at the Great Hall, he searched the tables for your face. While most people usually stuck to their houseâs table, you were a social butterfly and loved to flutter from table-to-table to talk to all of your many friends. Sometimes he wondered how you werenât a prefect despite your popularity and the respect the younger years gave you. His eyes found Turpin first and she beamed and waved him over, but he blatantly ignored her. Pansy and Daphne watched on with delight as the girl cringed with embarrassment and turned back to her meal with bright red ears.
A spot of h/c hair floated above a robe lined with yellow and he abandoned his friends to go to you. You were standing at the end of the Hufflepuff table (not an unusual place to find you, but your favourite table was always the Slytherin one), and you were utterly consumed by a tale you were sewing for your housemates Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletchley.
âY/n,â Theo spoke and his deep, smokey voice tore you straight out of your conversation, âCan we talk?â
Your eyebrows quivered and your blinking sped up as you took his appearance in for the first time all week. You hadnât gone so long without speaking to him in at least three years (you got into an argument in your third year about the petrifications) and hearing his voice and seeing him so close was like throwing a former alcoholic into a sea of wine. There was nothing you wanted more than to indulge in him. But Hannah and Justin were glaring at him like hawks, or guard dogs, whichever was more intimidating.
âUm,â you glanced back at your friends and Hannah shook her head slightly, sheâd never much liked Theo, âSure.â
Hannah rolled her eyes and whispered something barely audible to Justin. Something about a âlove-fucked pushover.â You ignored her. Theo took you to a pair of seats far from any prying ears and held your hands in his.
âYou know I donât like Turpin, right?â He said quietly.
You scoffed, âYeah, right. And thatâs why you spent all week with her.â
âI spent all week with her because you told me to!â He laughed with salt that spread itself over your wounded heart.
âDid I just? Because I really donât remember saying âHey, Theo, you know how I like you so much? I actually want you to go talk to another girl,ââ you said sarcastically.
He held back a grin as best he could but the amusement glistened in his eyes and on his rosy, mole-spotted cheeks. His hand came up to your brow and massaged the frown out from between your eyebrows as you fluttered your eyelashes at him in the way you knew made him melt inside.
âI wanted to make friends for you,â he told you with that soft, romantic tone he used in bed.
âDonât,â you ordered, âYouâre Theodore Nott, you arenât supposed to be friendly.â
For the first time in a week, he got a good look at you. He hadnât realised how much he missed the sight of your h/l h/c hair and the way it framed your stunning face so perfectly that you appeared to have stepped right out of a portrait. He hadnât realised how much he missed how your eyes, an elegant e/c and perpetually glossy as if always on the verge of tears, examined every centimetre of his face. He hadnât realised how much he missed doing your tie up for you until he saw it tied like a bow around your neck.
âIâm friendly to you,â he said as his hands pulled at the end of the tie and it fell apart over your chest.
âAnd thatâs all you need, I think,â you whispered pleasantly and pressed a loving kiss to his lips as he looped the tie around itself twice and pushed the end through the gap, tying it perfectly.
#theo nott#theo nott x reader#theo nott x you#theodore nott x reader#hp fandom#theo nott x y/n#slytherin x reader#draco malfoy x reader#harry potter x reader#theo nott imagine#theodore nott imagine#theo nott fanfic#theodore nott fanfic#theodore nott x y/n#mattheo riddle x reader#regulus black x reader#tom riddle x reader
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Types of Divination
Hello, My name is Alva Tauri! I am an herbalist, spirit worker, tarot and oracle reader, and lunar and herbal witch dedicated to closing the education gap when it comes to herbalism and witch practices!
Today, I thought I'd discuss some common forms of divination for those who are wanting to get into divination practices, but aren't entirely sure where they'd like to start.
NOTE: there are infinite forms of divination out there. I will not be listing every single form in existence. If none of these methods seem right for you, that's okay! do more research and find what fits you.
ASTROLOGY
a form of divination where one interprets the movements and relative positions of celestial bodies (stars, planets, etc.) and how they influence us. astrology gives users an understanding of the situations in our lives.
BIBLIOMANCY
a form divination where the practitioner randomly chosen passages in books, often religious books or Grimoires. This method consist of picking a random passage from a book to answer a question.
CARTOMANCY
a form of divination where the user uses cards to get answers to questions. There are many different forms of cartomancy, including the use of playing cards and oracle decks, but tarot reading is the most common practice of cartomancy. (learn more here)
NECROMANCY
a form of divination where the practitioner communicates with the dead via summons or communication with spirits of the dead in order to gain wisdom. (learn more here)
NUMEROLOGY
a form of divination using numbers (also known as Arithmancy) and dates.
PALMISTRY
a form of divination also referred to as palm reading where the practitioner reads and interprets the lines and structure of the hand to see a users future.
PENDULUM
a form of divination consisting of observing the subtle movements of the pendulum to learn the answers to questions, to learn about objects or situations.
SCRYING
a form of divination crying where one seeks a vision while gazing into a transparent, translucent, or reflective object. this most commonly done by crystal ball gazing, but users can participate in fire scrying, water scrying, mirror scrying, etc.
TASSEOGRAPHY
a form of divination where the practitioner reads patterns and symbols from tea leaves or coffee grounds sediments.
That's all for divination practices! As I said above, this is just a small glimpse into the world of divination, but nonetheless, I hope that you found this helpful in your spiritual journey and I hope that you are able to apply this information to your practice.
if you have any questions regarding anything discussed here or anything you feel that I have missed, please send an ask to my ask box! I appreciate all comments and questions!
For more information on my practice, witchcraft, herbalism, spirit work, and divination please check out the guide on my page (linked here)! Everything I have ever posted can be found there!
I wish you all a blessed day filled with peace, endless wealth, and eternal health! Until the next time we meet!
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GRYFFINDOR MARK X RAVENCLAW READER @angelicwriting
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ZHONG CHENLE
AMORTENTIA @dreamyyang
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GRYFFINDOR JISUNG X RAVENCLAW READER @seungmvnnie
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SERIES
NCT DREAM AND THE HOGWARTS SERIE @taeghi
Y/n, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await for your owl by no later than 31 July.
smut(mdni) angst and some fluff
HOGWARTS DREAMS AT NIGHT @imnotjaesblog
smut (mdni) angst fluff
A HOGWARTS COLLECTION @nczennie
Ravenclaw Renjun, Hufflepuff Jeno, Slytherin Haechan, Slytherin Jaemin
fluff angst smut (mdni)
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the lamb and her wolf / tom riddle
pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader
content: muggleborn!reader, tom is goin a lil mad
summary: have you fallen into the dark lordâs trap, or has he fallen into yours?
a/n: i wrote this at 4 in the morning so enjoy this stream of consciousness grumpy x sunshine esque tom riddle fanfiction or something.
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Tom is in a frenzy of sorts, heâs concluded.
Perhaps it is the sleepless nights and stressful days that cloud his weeks that are causing the weird feeling in his chest. Insomnia-induced hysteria.
Thereâs a flurry of thoughts swirling around his head recently. All with a common theme; you. The space in his brain that he typically reserved for Ancient Runes or Arithmancy was now composed of you, you, and only you.
It makes him sick to his stomach.
Heâs unfocused. And he canât be, because heâs supposed to be working on the secret that Salazar Slytherin hid in the deep crevices of Hogwarts some years ago.
His fingers tap on the book that he canât seem to pay attention to as he tries to make sense of this. The disgusting, awful, pleasant fondness he feels for you. For a Muggleborn girl no less.
The only solution to his problem is to kill you. It wouldnât be hard, he thinks. Youâre small and meek and all too trusting of him. Like a lamb to the slaughter.
You are a symbol of everything he despises. Joy. Innocence. You are of the same kind as his worthless father. So why is it that he canât bring himself to end you? To end your time together? Heâs done it before. Heâs done it plenty of times and without a second thought.
âTom!â your horrible, beautiful voice cheers, snapping him out of his thoughts. Oh, great, he thinks. You plague his mind and now you bedevil his reality.
âHello,â he says after a beat.
You ignore his bothered expression and smile. âIâve brought snacks! You do like mince pie, donât you?â He nods weakly. âGood, because my mamâs had some sent. Sheâs trying out a new recipe. Secret ingredient or something like that. Iâm sure you havenât eaten yet, with your inane study habits, I mean, do you ever have breaks?â You ramble on and he listens with fascination. How could you be talking to him so casually? So endearingly?
Youâre far from done. âIt doesnât matter, though. Youâll have a break now. Go on, put your book away, would you?â He does as told. Heâs not sure why. You take a seat at his table, fumbling with the paper bag youâve brought. âAha! Mince pie! One for each of us. Tell me if you like it, Iâll have Mam send some more. Sheâd be delighted.â
Itâs at this point, where heâs chewing on warm minced pie and watching you do the same, nodding contentedly, that he wonders which life decisions heâd made led up to this. Heâs the Dark Lord. A name that the world will soon fear. If all goes to plan, youâll be reading in terror of all the vile things heâs done in the paper. Youâll be afraid of him, and he canât help dread it. He dreads the thought of your heartbroken eyes as you realise what a wicked person youâd extended your kindness to.
Itâs the frenzy again. What is he even thinking? He dreaded nothing. He looked at his plans with excitement.
âTom? Hellooo,â you say, singsongingly. He didnât even realise youâd been speaking. He glances up at you and imagines what youâd think of him once the truth comes out.
âYes?â
âWhat do you think? About the pie, I mean.â
He clears his throat, fingers gripping the armrest of his seat. âGood. Itâs good.â That draws another pretty smile out of you and he really hates the way it made him feel. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome! Also, Tommy,â He quirks his brow. The nickname was a slip of the tongue. Youâd never used it and it made you nervous, but he didnât seem to mind so much. âAre you busy later? I need some help with Transfiguration.â
Heâs always busy. Well, he should be. Heâs been slacking recently, too preoccupied with your freshly baked desserts and strawberry-smelling hair.
âI could make time for that,â he says decidedly.
Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Youâre immediately on your feet, giddy like how heâd imagine a child to be upon receiving candy. âThank you! Oh, youâre a lifesaver, truly!â you say, and suddenly a kiss is planted on his cheek.
A full stop. His world pauses and spins on its axis. Your lips felt good. Bad.
What an evil, evil wolf he was.
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Wetter than Rain ~ Remus
Summary: Remus helps you relax while studying for exams
Warnings: smut, oral
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It was a rainy night before exam week, and the library was packed. You could hear the raindrops hitting the glass pane beside you, but you couldnât afford to be distracted. You were cramming for arithmancy, a subject you regretted taking. You sighed and put your head in your heads. Your brain felt like it was going to explode.
âYou look like you need a break,â a voice said from behind you. You jerked up to see Remus leaning on your desk, his left hand trailing behind your ear to push away the hairs from your face. You purred into the touch. Leave it up to Remus to be the biggest distraction of them all.
âI do,â you said, looking back to your papers, âbut I really canât. I still canât figure out this one problem and if Iâm not prepared by Monday, I might fail the class.â Tears welled in your eyes. You had always prided yourself on your schoolwork, and this class was destroying your self esteem. Remus knelt down to look at your face.
âMy love,â he said, in a hushed voice, âyou wonât be able to study while youâre upset. And besides, youâre forgetting that Iâm also in your class. Let me help you, darling. Letâs go back to the dorms.â With that he stood up and offered you his hand. You couldnât help but let a small smile spread across your face as you took his hand and began packing up your things. He was patient, and his energy calmed you. He was always so composed, always so sure that you were going to do amazing things. You wished you could see yourself the way Remus saw you. He began to lead you out of the library, weaving through the rows of students hovering over their desks in low whispers. Just as you were about the head towards the exit, Remus pulled your hand to the left, dragging you towards the corner of the library behind rows of shelves.
âRemus-â
Before you could take a breath, his mouth was on yours. His slender fingers crept their way up your legs as he pinned you helplessly against a shelf, rubbing his thumb softly on your inner thigh. You moaned softly into his kiss, arching your back and urging him to continue. The soft rain drowned out any thoughts of sanity as Remus reached further under your skirt. He hadnât broken your kiss when he reached your panties, lightly brushing his slender fingers against your heat, earning a gasp from you. He teased you, brushing his fingers from your core back down to your leg, all while using his tongue to deepen your kiss. Your brows furrowed on your face, but this time not from stress. Your mouth hung wide open as he began to move behind your ear, then down your neck to your sweet spot. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.
âRem, can we please go back to your dorm,â a thought of clarity hit you as your underwear began to soak clean through. He hummed into your neck and let out a merciless chuckle.
âWe can go back when itâs time to study, but first I need to help my girl relax,â he breathed out in a husky voice. You couldâve came by just listening to him talk. But alas, Remus wouldnât let that happen. Before you could register what was happening, he had dropped onto his knees and buried his head under the pleats of your skirt. As if heâd down this a hundred times before, (he had), he moved your panties to the side and pressed his lips onto your clit. You gasped before stuffing your mouth with the back of your hand. At least the rain kept a steady noise in the library, or else you were sure the laps of his tongue could be heard. He didnât begin slow, and his tempo hardly changed as his hand gripped your backside, hungrily pulling you into his face. You were having a hard time balancing as he used his full strength to keep you latched onto his mouth, his tongue merciless as he lapped at your clit, and then down into heat where he greedily drank you like amortentia. You were close, and he could feel you begin to twitch around his tongue. He moved his lips back up to attack your bud, and filled you back up with his long finger, pumping and in an out of you as your walls began to clench tighter.
âPlease- Merlin, Remus Iâm going-â
He hummed with permission as his pressure increased on your pussy. Your head fell back into the shelf with a thud as you shuddered and came onto his face, your legs buckling as you rode out your high. His arms held you up in support as he emerged from under your skirt with a glossy chin and a smile.
âDo you feel better?â He asked cheekily as he kissed your thigh. You smacked him atop his head.
âYou couldnât have taken me back to the dorm?â You stood there panting, leaning your hands on his shoulder for support. He stood up and straightened out your skirt.
âIm sorry, I couldnât help it. I was famished,â he gave a cheeky grin before kissing your forehead and grabbing your bag off the floor, âNow câmon, dove. Time to study.â
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â THE OWLS ( YOUR GUIDE TO KEEPING SANE DURING EXAM SEASON )
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OWLsâthe stuff of sleepless nights, whispered complaints, and ink-stained handsâare coming for you whether you like it or not. hereâs whatâs in the tea leaves: preparation is key, panic is optional but heavily practiced, and your ability to survive depends on cleverness, caffeine, and a slightly (for some, VERY) unhinged sense of determination
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LOCATION ⊠the Great Hall, stripped bare of all its usual charmâno enchanted ceiling, no fancy food, just rows of wooden desks, looming professors, and energy as stiff as a petrified mandrake
SUPERVISORS ⊠professors plus a handful of Ministry examiners (who look like they were brewed in a cauldron labeled âevil.â) theyâre watching you like hawksâno cheating, no spells up your sleeve, and Merlin help you if you sneeze
FORMAT ⊠you get two parts for each subject:
no.1 â the written exam : essays, tricky multiple-choice, and fill-in-the-blanks about everything youâve (hopefully) learned. expect brain busters that make you question your life choices and every single class youâve ever dozed off in
no.2 â the practical exam : hereâs where your wandwork is scrutinized. think Charms cast on demand, Defense Against the Dark Arts duels under examiner supervision, and Transfiguration spells that canât afford a fumble
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TRANSFIGURATION.
â expect : turning porcupines into pincushions, teacups into toads, and zero room for error
â pro-tip : precision is the name of the game here. showoff moves will backfire, and no one wants to see a toad halfway stuck as a teacup (ew)
CHARMS.
â expect : summoning spells, levitation charms, and intricate wand movements that require a steady hand
â pro-tip : practice non-verbal spellsâtheyâll hand out bonus points like candy
POTIONS.
â expect : brew a tricky potion under timed pressureâone misstep and youâre cooking up a classroom evacuation
â pro-tip : read the instructions twice, prep your ingredients like youâre prepping for war, and for Merlinâs sake, donât spill
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS.
â expect : dueling simulations and counter-curse demonstrations
â pro-tip : quick reflexes and confidence sell it. a well-timed Protego will earn you a lot more than panicked flailing will
HERBOLOGY.
â expect : repotting aggressive plants, identifying magical herbs, and dodging venomous vines trying to choke the life out of you
â pro-tip : gloves. always gloves. and donât screamâit riles the plants
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES.
â expect : feeding, identifying, and handling creatures that may or may not want to eat you
â pro-tip : be gentle, know your creatures, and keep snacks handyâboth for bribing beasts and calming your own nerves
HISTORY OF MAGIC.
â expect : essays about goblin rebellions, dates, names, and enough dull facts to knock a troll unconscious.
â pro-tip : memorize key events, and for the love of Merlin, donât fall asleep during the exam
ASTRONOMY.
â expect : sketching star charts in the dead of night and pinpointing celestial bodies under pressure
â pro-tip : coffee beforehand, steady hands, and a cloak because midnight chills will be the thing that takes you out if you arenât prepared
DIVINATION.
â expect : interpretations of tea leaves, crystal balls, or dreams (bonus if you actually predict something !!)
â pro-tip : make it sound convincing. a little flair in your âvisionsâ goes a long way
ARITHMANCY.
â expect : complicated magical equations that make everyone want to die
â pro-tip : if numbers scare you, study harder. thereâs no winging this one
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2 MONTHS OUT ⊠the studious ones hit the books. everyone else starts to think about hitting the books
1 MONTH OUT ⊠libraries turn into battlegrounds, textbooks become pillows, and caffeine dependence hits the damn roof
THE WEEK BEFORE ⊠fears, existential crises, and the desperate hunt for last-minute tutors. study groups form out of thin air, and everyoneâs all of a sudden best friends with the top students in their year
THE NIGHT BEFORE ⊠cramsville. youâll see students muttering incantations in their sleep, surrounded by half-eaten chocolate and ink stains. sleep is for the weak
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SNACKS ARE SACRED . chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, and licorice wands can fuel the studying like you wouldnât believe. bring some to exams if you can, for the morale boost
STUDY SPOTS . the Hogwarts library is a blessing and a curseâfull of knowledge and unrelenting Ravenclaws hogging every desk. stake your claim early or find an undiscovered nookâbehind the Herbology section works wonders
TAKE BREAKS . when your brain feels like mashed mandrakes, step away (youâre not a house elf, you need to take five.) grab a butterbeer, take a walk on the grounds, or sit by the lake and yell existential questions at the giant squidâitâs weirdly therapeutic
FIDGETING . carry a worry stone enchanted with calming runes, or mess around with a stress-relief charm that makes sparks dance between your fingers
SELF-STUDY SPELLS . a mild Calming Draught or a Focus Charm wonât hurt, but donât go overboard. no one likes a jittery potion accident
DONâT SKIP SLEEP . use a mild Dreamless Sleep Draught if youâre prone to anxiety-fueled nightmares about flunking Charms and accidentally turning yourself into a hedgehog
LUCKY CHARMS . wear something luckyâmaybe your favorite socks, a brooch, or that enchanted bracelet that Auntie Freya swears boosts brainpower. confidence comes from the little things
KEEP PERSPECTIVE . keep the big picture in mind: your future career doesnât rest solely on your Arithmancy grade, and life goes on even if you confuse aconite with asphodel (it happens)
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once youâve handed in that final exam parchment, itâs out of your hands, so donât spiral. sleep for three days, binge chocolate, drink yourself half to death under a strobe light and celebrate with your friendsâparty like itâs a victory (whether you aced it or bombed.) when your results arrive, just remember: OWLs are a big deal, but theyâre not everything. youâve got magic, and magic finds a way :)
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back for another rec!
looking for a possessive harry, *especially* if he say or thinks âmineâ (!!!)
thanks so much!
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Devour by @digthewriter (E, 1k)
"We fight we break up. | We kiss we make up." Jealous Harry is jealous.
Utterly Yours by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 6k)
Draco gets back at Harry for his late nights as an Auror by flirting with the new Arithmancy professor. Harry's not usually the jealous type, but he has his moments.
Intention by @the-sinking-ship (E, 7k)
Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another manâs tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.
Once Upon a (Wet) Dream by InnerLilith (E, 13k)
Once a year, Harry has a very strange dream. Meanwhile, in real life, heâs falling for Draco Malfoy.
I've Waited Here for You (Everlong) by heyitsamorette (E, 23k)
Ever since Ginny started dating Blaise, Harry has had to see a lot of Blaiseâs friends as well⊠and with them comes Malfoy. Everyoneâs too focused on rebuilding the world after the war to notice that Malfoy is still a dick, so they donât seem to mind letting him into their little group. But Harry remembers everything, and when heâs not having nightmares from the war or training to become an Auror, he is doing his best not to let himself become friends with Draco Malfoy. And friends with benefits is not actually friends⊠is it?
In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 24k)
Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that heâll never leave, that he wouldnât dream of it. âYou make me feel safe, Potterâ Malfoy whispers. âYou keep me safe.â
on the divine agony of longing by @flimsi (E, 25k)
Speaking to Draco is like poking a beehive - and Harry is a glutton for punishment. In which Harry makes some serious blunders and then tries to fix it. Somehow.
what husbands are for by @softlystarstruck (E, 52k)
To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoyâ cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work. And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.
Lemon Colour, Honey Glow by @thusspoketrish (E, 67k)
Over a series of unfortunate pub nights at the Leaky Cauldron, Draco Malfoy falls in love. A story about finding strength and forgiveness in unlikely places.
Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)
What happens when youâre forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.
Bonus: dark!Harry (pls mind the tags)
I Love You by Curlee_Cue (M, 18k)
Harry knows what love is. Itâs something that grows. Something that adapts. Something that sometimes needs a little help along the way. (or the one in which Harry loses his mind)
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honestly is there a single competent teacher at Hogwarts? Any teacher I can think of with more than 10 lines of dialogue is a pedagogical disaster. Very shippable disasters though, for which I am grateful because your page has made me giggle all week.
maybe Sprout.
honestly, anon? no.
that school is a basket case and the older i get the more my sympathy for cornelius fudge increases. imagine getting the call where dumbledore says "heyyyyy... so, i hired what i thought was an ex-auror who was retired from the service because of serious ptsd, gave him no teacher training, let him perform illegal curses on children for fun, and then it turns out he was an escaped convict trying to resurrect the dark lord all along. lmao."
i'd have devoted myself to trying to discredit him too.
and so, for fun and profit, i think it's only fair for us to establish an official competency ranking of the teaching staff at hogwarts during the period 1991-1998... points on for having a basic grasp of the material, points off for anyone who nearly dies in your class.
1. wilhelmina grubbly-plank, care of magical creatures
genuinely, professor grubbly-plank is the only person we meet in all seven books who seems to be an uncomplicatedly good teacher. she's got a series of well-defined lesson plans which feature a mixture of guided and independent study and which work in a tangible way towards exams, she has clear authority in the classroom but is never unreasonable or cruel, she's demonstrably able to lead a practical class which involves wild animals which might behave dangerously or unpredictably without there ever being any concerns about student safety, she takes an active pastoral role [such as when she helps heal hedwig's injured wing, reassuring harry enormously], she's collegial [she shares her lessons plans with hagrid in goblet of fire, and she refuses to criticise his teaching to umbridge], and she's admired by all of her pupils except harry [who is nonetheless begrudgingly forced to admit that she's incredibly good at her job].
plus, her aesthetic is iconic.
=2. filius flitwick, charms; pomona sprout, herbology
in joint second place, we have these two.
both sprout and flitwick spend canon seeming to be pretty good at their jobs - they have interesting lesson plans which seem to balance theoretical and practical work well and which prepare their pupils properly for exams, their pupils like them and enjoy their lessons, they're both excellent at the pastoral side of their jobs [sprout's gentle encouragement of neville is really lovely], and they're adored by their colleagues.
they lose marks for lax classroom discipline. harry, ron, and hermione are constantly yapping away in both charms and herbology - with harry and ron frequently failing to understand what they're supposed to be learning because they were too busy have a chat.
=4. remus lupin, defence against the dark arts; septima vector, arithmancy
two teachers here who earn their placement on the list by having one pupil who considers them life-alteringly inspiring.
for lupin, this is dean thomas - whose constant state of readiness to throw hands to defend his honour is one of his greatest character traits. for vector, it's hermione.
obviously, they're both well-qualified, well-prepared, engaging, and [at least in lupin's case, but i can't see why it wouldn't also be the case for vector] well-regarded by their colleagues.
they don't rank higher because lupin loses marks for endangering his students by not disclosing his knowledge that the presumed-to-be-a-death-eater sirius has a means of entering hogwarts without detection [i understand why he does this from a characterisation point of view, but it's inexcusable from a safeguarding one] and because vector teaches an elective subject which is implied to only attract bright, engaged pupils - and therefore has an easier time in the classroom than someone trying to get a student like crabbe through their exams.
5. minerva mcgonagall, transfiguration
in comes minnie mac at number five.
unsurprisingly, her solid curriculum, excellent classroom discipline, high-regard among her colleagues and pupils, support of student extracurricular activities, and investment in helping her pupils pursue the careers they want all give her points.
she loses marks, however, for the fact that she is so casually disdainful of pupils who aren't instinctively good at her subject - which suggests that she doesn't know how to adapt her material so it can be understood by every student she teaches. like dumbledore, she seems to have an identifiable favouritism for brilliant students - who she seems to permit to get away with much more than students she considers average or dull - which probably doesn't endear her to anyone who doesn't get that treatment.
on her pastoral approach, though, i don't think that it matters too much that she's not particularly nurturing - even though she's a head of house. she seems to be good at responding to genuine distress and managing genuine crises with empathy, and the "pull yourself together" vibes she takes in response to more trivial dramas is because she's a presbyterian scotswoman.
6. severus snape, potions & defence against the dark arts
the one on this list that i imagine will be controversial...
because snape is a dick in the classroom - not denying that - but he's also, in terms of his pupils' exam performance, clearly the most successful teacher in the entire school. he can fill his newt-level classes despite only admitting those with outstanding grades, and he expects every pupil he teaches to pass owl-level potions and seems not to be disappointed. hermione reveals that he does teach the theory of potions and the discipline's wider application - harry and ron just don't listen - and that she thinks his lessons are interesting.
snape loses marks - obviously - for his general vibe, although i think he should be allowed some leeway for his dickhead behaviour since potions is clearly a subject in which not paying attention and not being able to follow instructions properly is dangerous [hence why i've been a trevor hater since day one].
i suppose he should also be allowed some leeway because it's a genre requirement for a school story to have a theatrically evil teacher. but he's not getting it - since he clearly enjoys the role so much.
7. horace slughorn, potions
marks on for encouraging independent thinking and for clearly being able to hold a classroom's attention. marks off for not learning the names of pupils he's indifferent to, getting his favourite pupils drunk, and for having no follow-up questions to "hello, sir. i'd like to commit some murders."
8. charity burbage, muggle studies
entirely because i think it's genuinely admirable - and, indeed, far more admirable than the fact that the order of the phoenix all happily keep working for the state following voldemort's takeover - that she publishes an article in the daily prophet, to which her real name is attached, explicitly refuting blood-supremacist rhetoric when she must know that a blood-supremacist government is about to come into power.
marks off because the fact that even wizards who've taken her class appear to know fuck all about muggle society means that she can't be particularly good at her job.
9. firenze, divination
marks on because his pupils love him, marks off because that's a tremendously low bar to clear given... trelawney.
him telling his classes that divination is a bullshit, made-up subject is iconic, though.
10. "alastor moody", defence against the dark arts
i think it's genuinely impressive that he manages to go from being imprisoned under the imperius curse for a decade straight into planning a full year's lesson plans [which his pupils love] and doesn't have a breakdown.
marks off because of literally everything else.
=11. all the miscellaneous teachers: aurora sinistra, astronomy; silvanus kettleburn, care of magical creatures; bathsheba babbling, ancient runes
they seem fine.
14. rolanda hooch, flying
full respect to her for managing to wangle a full-time salary out of an annual workload made up of teaching one lesson [badly] and refereeing six quidditch matches.
15. quirinus quirrell, defence against the dark arts
all the proof those of us who hate professor riddle stories need that voldemort would have been a dogshit teacher, if he can't even get his meat-puppet to inspire a room full of eager eleven-year-olds in a subject which is about the coolest ways possible to kill people.
=16. cuthbert binns, history of magic; sybill trelawney, divination
they're terrible, obviously, but the fact that they remain in their jobs despite being so clearly incompetent is entirely dumbledore's fault. are you not giving the staff performance reviews, albus? come on now.
18. dolores umbridge, defence against the dark arts
umbridge deserves to be in prison, but she did at least bother to plan out a curriculum.
=19. gilderoy lockhart, defence against the dark arts; rubeus hagrid, care of magical creatures
both victims of dumbledore's "lol this will be so funny" era of hiring practices. both deservedly regarded as completely fucking incompetent by all but one defiant brownnoser. both possessing jazzy taste in textbooks.
21. amycus carrow, defence against the dark arts
he beats his sister simply because his pupils do appear to know how to perform the unforgivable curses correctly.
22. alecto carrow, muggle studies
literally nothing positive can be said.
#asks answered#where is ofsted?#albus... get the performance improvement plans out babe...#educational decrees they could never make me hate you#safeguarding tonite? safeguarding tonite queen?
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omggg hope you had a great birthday!! do u mind writing a remus x reader who realize thereâs smth more than friends between them, thank youuu
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remus lupin x reader
a/n: gn!reader truly idk how this escaped me. me writing for my long lost husband in the year of our lord 2024?? this was so fun it felt like reuniting with an ex anyways fluff incoming
wc: don't... look at me... 1.3k
âSo?â
âSo what, Prongs?â Remus huffs, flipping through a textbook. Merlin knows why he even tries to study in the common room with the boys when all they do is badger him about nonsense.
âSo are you and your little friend, wellâŠmore than friends? You two are attached at the hip, so whereâd the little one run off to?â James teases, whacking his best mate with a throw pillow, âGet tired of you moaning and groaning about prefect duties?â
Well, thatâsâŠyouâre definitely not nonsense.
Remus blinks, brushing his hair away from his face and glaring at James before elbowing him straight in the gut. Tosser he is, acting like he knows anything about you or relationships in general when heâs been pining after Lily for years now.
You two are just friends.
Sirius lets out a loud laugh from his place at Remusâ feet. Heâs leaning against the arm of the sofa, looking up at the sandy-haired boy with a cock-eyed grin, âIf they were more than friends, Moonyâs moaning and groaning would be appreciated and reciprocated, donât you think?â
Peter snickers from the loveseat across the table. It doesnât help with Remusâ mood, so he buries his head deeper into the boring History of Magic text, grumbling, âDonât be crass. Just friends, is all. Donât look too hard into it or youâll melt whatâs left of your brains.â
The three instigators look at each other, before looking back at their best friend. Just friends, he says. Sure, Remusâs the nicest guy aroundâa prefect even; the one that people count on to be the most morally sound out of all of them, the guy that people borrow notes from, politely laughs at jokes and makes people feel included in conversations. Sure, friendsâthey can believe that! Everyone wants to be Moonyâs friend. But itâs the way theyâve seen him treat you that stands out.
Remus usually lags behind them now, breaking apart their formation in the halls (and yes, Sirius likes to be at the front of the diamond), pushing Peter up so he can wait for you after class. Also, anyone that could distract him from taking notes in Arithmancy is surely a force to be reckoned with (and a threat to Peterâs grades). Heâs even gone as far as sidling up next to you during Potions and breaking their age-old rotation of picking partners since their first year (which left James with a botched Aging Potion, and Lily laughing at him as he limped out of class with graying hair and a hunchback).
So things were different nowadays, but one thing is for sure: Remus Lupinâs favorite game is being in denial.
âMaybe your friend knows about your furry little problem, Moons. Surely you really donât think youâre gonna get any studying done with us?â James chuckles, before pushing his glasses up to clearly see the blush blossoming on Remusâs cheeks. Though it might also be anger, he couldnât really tellâtheyâve never seen him like this, ever; so blatantly obvious with how he feels about you even though heâd never admit it. It was quite refreshing to remember that Remus is still a normal teenage boy.
âYouâre right, Prongs,â he huffs.
âI am?â
âI donât know why I even bothered to try and study with you lot if all of you are too focused on me instead of studying!â Remus is shoving his books into his knapsack as the boys continue to rib at him to get him to stay. This essay isnât going to write itself.
âJust playing, Moons!â
âYeah mate, if you need an actual study date we know thatâs not us, just hang around!â
Remus sighs as heâs looking at his friends' shit-eating grins as they go around him showing each other the map and pointing at something.
âWhat now?â
Thereâs a knock at the portrait, and the Fat Ladyâs shrill voice could be heard from where they were sitting. Peter jumps up, sticking his face over the enchanted parchment as he giggles a bit like a schoolgirl, âItâs for you. Your friendâs outside.â They all cheer and laugh at Remus shaking his head, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder walking quickly away from them.
When he sees you chatting with the Fat Lady, itâs almost as if heâs in a stupor, studying every inch of your face until your eyes finally meet his and you grin and wave at him.
Just friends, he reminds himself.
âHey Rem! Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the library together?â
Your voice is a treat in itself, he thinksâthe lilt and manner of it so sweet and rich it almost reminds him of his favorite chocolate.
Good thing he has a sweet tooth.
Walking down the hallway together your hand bumps into his several times in passing, fingers ghosting against each other as if they were dancing, too close and then too far. Friends can hold hands right? Remusâs heart flutters as he thinks of the possibility like solving an Arithmancy problem. He supposes the boys and him donât necessarily hold hands, but he imagines holding yours would be way nicer.
Is he sweating?
His palms are sweaty, forget it, and youâre just friends! Youâre telling him about your day like you both havenât seen each other in years, but he even sat by you at lunch earlier, much to the rest of the Maraudersâ surprise. Though Remus supposes you could even make Divination sound interestingâmaybe even make him look in the stupid tea leaves to see if youâre in his future, furry little problem and all. He realizes heâs been staring a second too long, bumping into you lightly as you stop in front of the library.
âHaha, you okay? Youâre quiet today, Rem. Something on your mind?â
A lot about you, apparently, thanks to his meddling friends.
Remus scratches the nape of his neck as he grimaces, cheeks reddening again and instead of a response, he opens the door for you and puts his finger to his mouth as if to say âShhhhâŠ.â before Madam Pince starts a fit at either of you. That, or him actually having to say how he feels.
How he feels⊠WellâŠshit.
You make a beeline for an open table near the corner, tugging at his wrist like itâs not making his heart beat out of his chest and Remus tries to compose himself, but then you look at him with your pretty fluttering eyelashes and he knows heâs utterly fucked. Pulling out your chair for you, you squeeze his arm in thanks and scooch your chair closer to his.
âRem?â
âHmm?â he responds, a strangled noise crawling up his throat as he coughs slightly, his arm landing on the back of your chair before he panics then realizes heâd look like an arse for pulling away.
Not that he wants to.
âHow did you know?â
His heart genuinely stops. Thereâs no way youâve caught on that quicklyâespecially not with him just realizing how he feels about you, his friend that he wants to be more and there is nothing casual about what he wants to dâ
âHowâd you know I was at the common room? You walked out just as I was about to walk in, I thought it was kinda funny,â you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear and he takes a deep breath.
Youâre just friends. But he definitely wants to be more.
âThe boys told me it was you,â Remus says, chewing on his lip, âApparently they had a feeling.â
And now, so does he.
Whatâs worse is that Remus hates admitting when theyâre right (which is rare enough in itself, heâll never hear the end of it from their inflated egos).
Whatâs worst of all is that for the first time in his Hogwarts career, Remus Lupin ends up submitting an essay late.
#jo's 23rd birthday bash âïœĄÂ°â©#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x gn!reader#marauders x reader#marauders imagine#for my gn babies (ă„ ââżâ )ă„#made by ma1dita â„ïž#remus lupin fluff#marauders era
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MCtober2024 - Introduce your MC!
I'm well aware I'm one week behind but this is literally the earliest I could finish this.. (moony crawling from the depths of irl problems) lol better late than never right? I'll try my best to catch up! · · âââââââ ·â â
â· âââââââ · · Winter Blackstone A 6th-year Ravenclaw, Winter Blackstone is quite the name at Hogwartsâmainly because she enrolled very late, took down a troll on her first day (as one does), and is known to mysteriously disappear between classes. Where to? Only Merlin knows. Sheâs also credited with helping stop Ranrokâs plans, though how big of a role she played remains a bit of a mystery to the students.
Winterâs mother, a Slytherin and skilled Curse-Breaker, tragically passed away when Winter was just 9 years old. Her father, though a Squib, is deeply knowledgeable about the wizarding world and has ensured Winter never felt out of place when it came to magic.
FAVORITE / HATED SUBJECTS? Winterâs top subjects are Potions, Ancient Runes, and Magical Theoryâno surprises there for a curious Ravenclaw. But if you ask her about Arithmancy? Thatâs where youâll hear a groan. While the concept and the theory behind it intrigues her, she absolutely avoids anything to do with numbers.
âIâm already so late to the world of magic, and now Iâve got to deal with numbers too? No, thank you!â sheâs often heard saying. Yet, despite her complaints, Ominis constantly reminds her that sheâs never scored a P, D, or T in Arithmancyâsomething he canât say about his Potions work.
Her favorite professors? None other than Dinah Hecat, Aesop Sharp, and of course, the late Eleazar Fig.
SCHOOL CLUB Because of her late admission, Winter has little time for clubsâthough she makes an exception for Crossed Wands. Itâs the perfect way for her to sharpen her dueling skills, and she relishes every moment. PETS Winter has two cherished companions: Khione, her Barn Owl, and Snowball, her playful white golden retriever. Snowball was a gift from her father when she was 11, meant to lift her spirits after she didnât receive her Hogwarts letter, leading her to believe she was a Squib. Little did she know, her letter would come at age 15, changing everything. Thanks to Professor Fig, she was given a nab-sack to sneak Snowball to Hogwarts, keeping him close even in her busy schedule. After a bit of help from Sirona at the Three Broomsticks following the troll attack, Snowball found a cozy spot to stay while Winter was in class. But when Professor Weasley introduced her to the Room of Requirementâwell, Snowball ended up with a far more magical home within Hogwarts! Naturally, that little secret is kept under wraps. HOBBIES Winter has a passion for cooking, especially dishes from all around the world. As a child, she traveled extensively with her mother due to her motherâs unique Curse-Breaking work. Everywhere they went, Winter was enchanted by the local cuisine, jotting down recipes and experimenting when she got home. Now, in Hogwarts, she often recreates dishes like baozi, frikadeller, paella, oyakodon, and to Amitâs delightâIndian curry.
She frequently invites her friends to the Room of Requirement for her culinary experiments and is always on the lookout for rare ingredients. Thanks to her motherâs connections scattered in different parts of the world, Winter manages to have specific ingredients occasionally sent to her via owl.
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Unbroken
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Fred Weasley x Fem!Ravenclaw!ReaderÂ
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The Ravenclaw common room was hushed, the usual hum of activity replaced by the soft scratch of quills and the occasional rustle of parchment. I sat by the window, staring out at the grounds below. The sky was overcast, a dull gray light that matched the heaviness in my chest. My Arithmancy textbook lay open on the table, untouched for the past hour.Â
âFound you.â A familiar voice said, cutting through the quiet. I didnât turn, already knowing it was Fred. He always had a knack for showing up when I least wanted company or maybe, when I needed it the most.Â
âYouâre not supposed to be up here.â I said flatly, still staring out the window. Fred ignored me, flopping into the chair across from me with a dramatic sigh.Â
âRules, schmules, besides, I have connections.â He smirked, clearly pleased with himself.Â
âYou should be flattered, really. I had to charm a group of fifth-years into letting me in.â I glanced at him, his usual playful grin softening as he caught my gaze.Â
âWhat do you want, Fred?â He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.Â
âI want to know why youâve been hiding up here all day.âÂ
âIâve been studying.â I said, gesturing vaguely at the book in front of me.Â
âYou havenât turned a page.â He raised an eyebrow.Â
âMaybe Iâm thinking really hard.â I shot back, a hint of irritation creeping into my voice. He didnât respond immediately, just watched me with that infuriating mix of concern and patience he always seemed to have when I was like this.Â
âYouâve been quiet for days. I know somethingâs wrong and I want to help.â He finally said. I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head.Â
âHelp? Fred, you canât fix this with a joke or Weasley product.âÂ
âI know that.â He said, his voice unusually serious.Â
âBut I canât just sit back and do nothing.â I turned to him fully, the frustration boiling over.Â
âWhy do you think you need to fix me, Fred? Who told you I was broken?â His face fell, and the teasing light in his eyes extinguished in an instant.Â
âThatâs not what I meant.â He said softly.Â
âI just⊠I see you like this, and it hurts. I want to take it away, to make it easier for you.âÂ
âYou canâtâŠâ I said, my voice trembling.Â
âThis isnât something you can just fix. Itâs not a prank gone wrong or a bad grade I need help with. Itâs⊠Itâs part of me. Some days are good and some are like this⊠and thatâs okay. It doesnât mean Iâm broken.â Fred leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.Â
âI hate that you feel like this⊠I hate that thereâs nothing I can do to stop it.â He murmured. I softened, the anger draining away as I saw the guilt etched on his face.Â
âFred, I donât need you to stop it. I just need you to be here. To remind me that Iâm not alone, even when it feels like I am.â I said gently. He looked at me, his expression open and raw.Â
âI can do that. Iâll always be here, you know.â I managed a small smile, the weight in my chest lifting just a tad.Â
âI know, and thatâs enough.â Fred reached out, brushing his thumb over the back of my hand.Â
âYouâre not broken, Y/N.â He said his voice steady.Â
âYouâre bloody brilliant, stubborn, and maddeningly clever. Even on your bad days, youâre still you. Thatâs more than enough for me.â I looked down, blinking back tears that threatened to spill.Â
âYouâre annoyingly good at this, you know.âÂ
âGood at what?â He asked, his lips twitching into a grin.Â
âMaking me feel better.â He laughed, the sound warm and familiar.Â
âWell, someone has to keep you from burying yourself in textbooks all day.â I rolled my eyes, but couldnât stop the small smile that tugged at my lips. He closed my book and leaned back in his chair. He started telling me stories, filling the quiet with his laughter.Â
âIâm telling you, George nearly hexed himself into oblivion!â He said with a wide grin that was infectious.Â
âWe thought we had the counter-spell right, but instead of reversing it, we, well, letâs just say Mum wasnât thrilled to find him floating upside down in the kitchen with blue hair.â I couldnât help the laugh that bubbled up, despite myself.Â
âYouâre lucky your Mum hasnât disowned you both.â Fred feigned shock, clutching his chest dramatically.Â
âDisown us? Impossible. Weâre her pride and joy!âÂ
âRightâŠâ I said, raising an eyebrow.Â
âBecause nothing says pride like causing a scene at the Ministry Christmas party.âÂ
âThat was Georgeâs fault!â Fred exclaimed, though his smirk gave him away.Â
âBesides, I donât hear you complaining when we slip you a new batch of Canary Creams.â I shook my head, smiling despite the weight that still lingered.Â
âYouâre ridiculous.âÂ
âAnd you love me for it.â He quipped, leaning back in his chair with that signature Weasley confidence. I froze for a moment, the air between us shifting slightly. Fred seemed to realize what he said, his grin faltering just a bit as he looked at me. There was something unspoken in his gaze, a vulnerability he didnât often show.Â
âFredâŠâ My voice was soft. He shrugged, trying to play it off.Â
âWhat? Itâs true, isnât it?â I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. It wasnât like I hadnât thought about it. His presence could make the hardest days feel bearable, his laughter could light up even the darkest corners of my mind, but saying it out loud felt like crossing a line I wasnât sure I was ready for.Â
âYeah, I guess I do.â I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. Fredâs grin returned, softer this time, less teasing. He reached out, his hand brushing against mine.Â
âGood, because Iâm pretty sure I love you too.â The words made me forget about the weight in my chest, the gray sky outside, and the endless tug of sadness that so often threatened to pull me under. All I could focus on was him, his steady gaze, the warmth of his hand, and the way his smile made the world feel just a little less heavy.Â
âFredâŠâ I said again, my throat tight.Â
âI know this isnât easy right? Being with meâŠâ He nodded, his expression serious.Â
âI know and Iâm not going anywhere.â His words broke something in me. A dam I hadnât realized I was holding back. Tears came then, hot and fast, and Fred didnât hesitate. He slid off his chair and onto the floor beside me, pulling me into his arms without a word. I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder as the emotions I had been holding back poured out. He didnât try to stop me or tell me it was going to be okay. He just held me, his hand running gently over my hair, grounding me in a way I hadnât thought possible.
When the tears finally subsided, I pulled back slightly, wiping at my face.Â
âSorryâŠâ I mumbled. Fred shook his head, his hands still resting on my shoulders.Â
âDonât apologize. Ever.â I looked at him, my chest tightening at the earnestness in his gaze.Â
âYou really mean it, donât you? That youâre not going anywhere?âÂ
âOf course, I mean it.â His voice was firm but gentle.Â
âIâm stubborn, remember? Once I decide on something or someone Iâm all in. And you, my clever Ravenclaw, are the best decision Iâve ever made.â A small laugh escaped me, the first real one I felt in days.Â
âYouâre hopeless.âÂ
âAnd youâre stuck with me.â He said, grinning as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
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Sticking the Landing
For @jilytoberfest Day 30: đ¶"where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me"đ¶ - The Alchemy by Taylor Swift
I originally wrote just a little snippet pre jilytober but now itâs the longest fic of the collection!
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It lasts only seconds. The shock in her eyes, the warm feel of her arms wrapping around his neck, holding on as he bears all her weight. She makes a little shriek as her feet lift off the ground and momentum spins them together. As far as he is concerned, it is the greatest sound she has ever made.
But the air has to rush back into the world eventually. The minute she touches back down, her brow furrows, eyes darting towards the other side of the pitch where Sawyer stands. The bloke sheâs dating stands.
Should I expect to see you in the Gryffindor stands or are you a traitor?
He had wedged the note inside her history of magic textbook. He turns around and waits, watching as her hand grazes the piece of parchment and her lips turn upwards.
Not sure, where does Switzerland sit?
It floats back to him under the table and he catches it without hesitation, not looking away from a droning Professor Binns.
I reckon somewhere in the Beaux Batons stadium.
She canât help but chuckle at the snarkiness of it. Beside her, Sawyer makes a loud yawn, using his stretch as an excuse to lay his arm around her shoulders. All of the sudden every quippy response she thinks to write back crumbles to dust.
âGodric, this is boring. Should be illegal to have classes before a game.â She doesnât respond to Sawyer because she knows he doesnât actually expect one. She tries to focus on class again, and sees out of the corner of her eye James turning around, anticipating a response. With one look at Sawyerâs dangling hand, he whips back around, shoulders now stiff and set.
*******
âWoah, no way Evans. No double agentâs sitting with us on my watch.â
âBug off, Black.â Lily sidles a little closer to Remus who shoots his mate an annoyed look.
âEr Lily, if your boyfriend is on the other teamâdoes that mean that this is a win-win situation for you?â Peter wheedles out, looking like heâs trying to do a particularly difficult arithmancy equation. Sirius guffaws and slaps him on the back, making him give a sheepish, pink smile.
âRight you are WormyâI guess you could say that Evans plays for both teamsâOuch!â
Remus leans over behind Lily and pulls hard on Siriusâ earring. âStop embarrassing me.â
Sirius whimpers like a puppy and Lily canât help but laugh. She feels bad to not sit over with Sawyer's mates in Hufflepuff, but their relationship is still new and she doesnât know many of his friends well enough. Besides, she canât help that the Gryffindor box is vastly more entertaining. Even before she became mates with the marauders, the boys would make a big spectacle, crooning and screaming fabricated songs, trying to get the crowd to participate in wildly ridiculous cheersâ it almost made it easy to forget that there was a game going onâalmost.
âAlright Evans?â
A tuft of black hair rises up from the bannister, James already on his broom and hovering up to the stands. His new captainâs uniform fits him nicelyâthe gold plating of his badge bringing out the flecks of honey in his eyes.
âOi! Prongs! Whereâs my good luck kiss?â Sirius starts to make wet kissing noises and Peter grabs his stomach laughing.
James smiles at his friend but his eyes remain on Lily. After years of fighting it, she is willing to admit that she likes him like this: hair actually wind blown instead of a fabricated attempt, mouth permanently set in a wide grin, eyes alight with excitement and zealâthe tight uniforms doesnât hurt either.
âThought youâd be sitting with the yellows.â
âNah, figured someone needed to keep the peanut gallery in check.â Lily nods over to the boys, Sirius now lurching in an attempt to kiss Remusâ ear.
âHow noble of you, a real martyr,â James winks, starting to float back to the middle of the pitch. It does something jarring to her heart. âBut reallyâglad to see you here.â
He flies away, the words good luck sitting like a lump in her throat.
*******
THIS IS A NAIL BITER FOLKSâSAWYER DAWSON PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO AMELIA JENKINS. THE HUFFLEPUFFS ARE REALLY PLAYING WITH THE SKIN OF THEIR TEETH HERE. BUT WAIT, JAMES POTTER OF GRYFFINDOR SWOOPS IN, HEâS INTERCEPTED THE PLAY. YOU CAN TELL HEâS GOT THIS ONE IN THE BAGâMAYBE GETTING A LITTLE TOO COCKY WITH THOSE FLIPSâŠ
THIS IS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH TO END THIS HELLISH TIE BREAKERâAH, JAMES POTTER SCORES!
James does a small victory lap around the side of the pitch, fist pumping into the air. They havenât even won yet, but the Gryffindor stand is inconsolable, Sirius and Peter leading the crowd in a raucous chorus of We Will Rock You. Lily is infected by it, laughing and stomping along with the rest, only the glimpse of Sawyer panting and frustrated at the other end of the pitch makes her sober up.
James takes a pass by the stands and the crowd erupts in a roar âPOTTER POTTER POTTERâ. She doesnât mean to join in, at least doesnât consciously make the choice. Blame it on hive mentality.
The game continues, but this time there is a distinct energy shift in the Hufflepuff team. Sawyer is all offensive, making perilous moves to intercept the quaffle, barely scraping past as bludgers get aimed right for his chest.
He flies past the Gyffindor stands where Lily and all the rest are a deafening roar of team spirit, still chanting Jamesâ name. He turns his head just enough for Lily to catch it, the twisted grimace of anger. It stops her cold.
*****
James couldnât deny it, he felt good. It wasnât even because they were winning, already climbing their score to the point where catching the snitch would turn into a formality. No, the real victory was the fleeting image of Lily, mouth wide open in jubilant revelry, chanting his name.
If he owned a pensive, it would be the first memory he would guardâit shouldnât have mattered so much with the whole crowd cheering as well, but something about her flushed face, her stomping feet, her bursting voiceâthey could lose and he would be all the better for it.
The game kicks off again and James immediately swerves towards Hufflepuff chaser Brenda Alburn, eyes trying to juggle between following the quaffle and peeking back at the stands where Lily still watches. A sudden rush pulls beside him and Sawyer nearly clips his broom, turning around to give him a dark scowl.
It was odd for Sawyer who was usually a pretty level headed bloke. James ignores it, pushing forward towards the quaffle which is now meters ahead of him. He picks up speed, getting closer to intercept when he feels something coming in close.
He had no reason to double back but Sawyer is beside him again. As swift as flicking a wrist, he reaches out and yanks at Jamesâ broom, sending it into a tailspin.
James feels a sickly upheaval in his stomach as he free falls, the world a blur of spinning color. Screams ring out from every corner of the pitch and he swears he can pinpoint one amongst the crowdâ
Itâs a gamble, a stupid, completely mental choice but he pushes himself off the broom, the world suddenly gaining clarity as the spinning ends. He has a zero second window to grab hold of his broom handle before it spins out of reach and he kicks his leg up, clipping on with his shin and the new pressure halts the broom's spiral.
The roar is deafening, mixing screams of amazement with cries of foul play, but it doesnât matter: Gryffindor caught the snitch.
He feels nauseous, body heavy and begging to be horizontal, but he pulls himself right side up on his broom, already seeing the students from the Gryffindor stands leaking down onto the field, awaiting his descent.
Maybe it was the lingering vertigo, but it all happens too quick to digest in the moment. He feels his feet touch the soft earth. A roar of a crowd rushes around him, a blaze of red and gold like wildfire in an instant. She is there, but walking towards him or towards Sawyer he isnât sure. His body moves on its own, quickening his pace before he can even stop to think about the consequences. A smile on her face, a smile like all the ones heâs savored from her since they had become mates.
He doesnât need to make a decision, it is already made. He can blame it on the near death experience later. He picks up Lily and swings her in his arms.
It lasts only seconds. The shock in her eyes, the warm feel of her arms wrapping around his neck, holding on as he bears all her weight. She makes a little shriek as her feet lift off the ground and momentum spins them together. As far as he is concerned, it is the greatest sound she has ever made.
But the air has to rush back into the world eventually. The minute she touches back down, her brow furrows, eyes darting towards the other side of the pitch where Sawyer stands. The bloke sheâs dating stands.
âI-Iâve got to go..Iâm glad you're alright.â
He wants to address the fear that he can hear stuck in her voice, but she pulls her arms away, fingers sliding on his shoulders as she goes.
******
âGodric, Lily is so lucky. What Iâd do to have the two fittest boys in school making a scene over me like thatââ
âBut who can blame him? Did you see how she screamed when Potter took the nose dive? She looked about ready to throw herself from the stands.â
Its hard to ignore because itâs all everyone wants to talk about. He wants to be the better person (âA game is a gameâit was an honest accidentâSawyers a good bloke.â) but even his words hang hollow in the air because he knew the look on Sawyer's face too wellâa look of pure jealousy.
âIf it wasnât his last year, Iâd lobby to ban himâbreak his broom and watch as he cries..â Sirius slurs out, putting an arm around Jamesâ shoulders.
âBut hey, silver lining! Our lovely Evans was in rare form by your little tumble. I swear there were tears in her eyes.â
âNot helping Sirius.â
He wishes it would help though, because hearing Lily invested in his well being feels like a bigger win than the cup. But that doesnât take away from the fact that she is not thereâ
A hush rolls over the crowd as the portrait hole swings open. Lily walks in with deliberate steps. Sheâs not an idiot, she knows they have all been talking about her. Not making eye contact she beelines her way to the drink table, ignoring as whispers follow her through the room.
He can tell sheâs been cryingânot in the way Sirius described but really crying. On one hand he wants to console her, apologize for whatever he has stirred up in Sawyer, but on the other everyone is watching. Him approaching her would just cause more uproar.
She pours herself a drink and takes a long swig before refilling it again. Turning from the table she doesnât even wait to acknowledge anyone, just walks with her shoulders back up the steps to the dorm.
âYou need to talk to her.â Remus says beside him like a voice of reason.
âGet your cloak and go up thereâjust for fuckssake make sure no one bloody sees you.â
Filling a new drink, he mounts the steps and finds the door slightly ajar. Heâs never seen the inside of the girlâs dorm before but itâs much more put together than the boysâ, records and books neatly stacked around well made four-poster beds. The record player garbles out some faintly familiar tune as Lily reclines with her eyes closed, drink still clutched in hand.
âAlright, Evans?â
She doesnât open her eyes, but he knows sheâs awake. He opens the door a bit farther but doesnât dare to enter without permission.
â I thought you might want a refill.â He half heartedly holds out the drink and she cracks an eye open.
âOk Potter, price of entry granted.â
He takes a few hesitant steps in, standing in the middle of the circular space. He canât help but feel like heâs crossing a barrier, like some infectious disease in a host body.
âLook, I just wanted to apologize,â he murmurs, unsure of how to proceed. Lily straightens up, eyes now open with suprise.
âFor what?â
âI donât knowââ he meanders, âI guess I just canât help feeling like I didnât something. Like this is my fault.â
âJames, you could have died. Or have been easily incapacitated for the unforeseeable future. Sawyer had no rightâ.â
âIt couldâve been an honestââ
âNo, James. It wasnâtâand besides he told me.â
James feels his stomach drop in a way reminiscent of his earlier fall. âOh.â
Lily sits up and swings her legs to hang over the side of the bed.
âI owe you an apology. Itâs my fault anyhow.â
âIâm not following.â
Her eyes go suddenly glassy, the bloodshot streaks becoming more prominent as tears threaten to spill over again.
âPlease donât make me say it,â she bites out.
âEvans, Iâm being serious I donâtââ
âI fancy you, ok! I fancy you andâSawyer could tell. Unlike us heâs not a complete fool.â
She starts to say how this doesnât excuse his behavior or that what happened at the game was warranted but James doesnât hear it. His heartbeat is defeating, his whole body becoming red and feverish. The whole world starts to spin again but her, the clear stable focal point to everything.
He crosses the few steps it takes to be next to her and she stands up with a start, confused by his sudden energy.
âDoes Sawyerââ he lets it teeters off, knowing his question is clear.
âLetâs just say, Sawyer isnât going to make the cut.â She snorts bitterly, eyes looking at her feet. âI should have ended it ages ago honestly.â
Maybe itâs because his body is still in shock from it all, but he lets his instincts take over, all propriety lost.
âWill you let me hug you? I would really like to hug you.â
She gives a tearful laugh and opens her arms in weak approval. He doesnât hesitate, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist and pulling her in. This close she smells like roses and the salt of her tears.
âIâm glad youâre ok James.â Hesitant, she reaches her arms up to clasp around his shoulders, before pulling herself closer, burying her face into his Jersey.
âWho me?â He exclaims in mock shock. âHell, Iâve never been better.â
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