#or maybe she didn't grade it but the professor who was supposed to hold this course wow this would be even worse tbh

[adore-gregor]

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[themermaidsdragon]

The Professor and the Soon-to-be Nurse

Warnings: Underage Sex, Age Difference, Teacher-Student Relationship, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Forbidden Love

Summary:

Daisy was feeling so defeated...all her life she dreamed of finding love at Hogwarts and here she was in her last year of Hogwarts... single! and the cherry on top is she just found out her best friend is engaged! of course she is happy for her but she can't help but feel jealous! running off to cry in private who should comfort her but her favorite defense against the dark arts teacher Vernon Wells... or D.A.D.A for short. will they stay together even though her darling professor feels conflicted, or will daisy be left heartbroken once again?

Notes:

This is another guy added to our D&D anthology smut series. This will be the last one for now and like the rest we will update a new chapter for all the guys each weekend. With Adelia getting married in this one we left it vague enough for you to choose who she is marrying. Go read all of our other stories to choose. And again, thank you all for reading :) We love doing this and we expect to do this for quite a while especially the more guys that get introduced in our game!

Chapter 1: Is it D.A.DA or Daddy?

Daisy wakes up her 7th year feeling really down. This was her last year at Hogwarts. She was already halfway through the year, and what did she have to show for it? Yes she had good grades in all her classes, and yes, she knew what she wanted to do after school, but that wasn't it. She felt like she missed out on the relationship part.

Ughhh I mean Adelia has been with her man for like 3 years now! We are so close that she told me she lost her virginity at 16, yet here I am. Nothing. Haven’t lost my virginity and haven’t found a guy yet. I mean I have found the opportunity to sometimes, but it just never worked out. First there was Theo in the first year, but he turned out to be more like a brother. I’m sure he thought I didn’t find him attractive but that's not it. I genuinely just didn’t see him romantically. Plus, I ruined that friendship anyway, since I thought, he was lying to me about liking me because I knew he didn't like half-bloods, or so I thought. Then there was Justin in the third year, but he just was really into his studies, always wanting to just be around learning together, but I wasn't into that. I wanted to go out and explore and have fun. He was a Ravenclaw though so that makes sense. He came to me asking why it couldn’t work through and what was I supposed to say? So I was vague and just said it wouldn’t work. Then in the sixth year there was Calenhad. I just wasn’t looking for that relationship where the guy wants to act all mean and not express his true feelings and I have to fight to make him. Fuck that. Ughhhhh why are guys so complicated? Who am I kidding? Maybe I'm just being picky. I just want a solid man that will say what they want and actually want to be with me, and we both do things we want to do in life but are there for each other. Is that too much to ask?

Daisy snaps out of her thoughts when she hears her friend Adelia walk in.

“Hey Daisy!”

“Oh, hey Adelia what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask you a question in private.”

“Is everything okay, are you hurt? Do you need help with something?”

“Yes. No. And kindddaaa”. Adelia holds up her left hand and shows off a giant diamond ring to Daisy. “He proposed and I said yes! I know we are only 18 but when you know you know right?”

“Oh my goooooood” Daisy grabs her finger to get a closer look.

“I was wondering if you will be my maid of honor?”

“Yes yes of course I will.”

They hug and Daisy starts to feel her eyes well up and she tries to hold them back quickly. Without making eye contact she gets up and throws on clothes super-fast.

“Wow, I'm so happy for you. I ..just..need to go to the library I forgot to finish my homework for potions class…and ya I totally wanna talk about everything and all the details but igottago bye loveyou.”

Daisy rushes out of the room and heads to the only place no one will come looking for her or even find right now.

Married?! I mean come on seriously i mean i know she was always a year older than me so 18 isn't super crazy. But we aren't even out of school yet!! And don't get me wrong i'm so happy for her but I just wish I could find someone too.

Daisy couldn’t hold it back anymore; the tears fell down her face as she made her way down the hall. Daisy finally makes it to her Room of Requirement and heads in. Her room was filled with an entire land of beautiful green grass with a cottage in the center and a garden in the back. She ran into her cottage and slammed herself onto her bed. Daisy did this a lot when she was upset. This was her safe space. As she laid there crying, she heard a knock on the cottage door.

Wait. What?!

She opened the door and saw Professor Wells outside. Her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“D.A.D.A” Daisy says as she wipes away her tears quickly. “How did you get in here?”

“One you know after all these years I still hate you calling me that, and second, I came in before your room shut. I saw you crying and came.”

“Well, I'm fine. It's no big deal, thanks for coming.” as she begins to close the door.

He puts his foot in the doorway, so it can’t shut with his hands in his pocket. “You always came to me when you're upset and I always had to solve them, so why hide it now.”

“.....because this isn’t something you can solve…” she says quietly.

“Well, try me. You never know. I may surprise you.” He says with a small smile.

Daisy lets him inside finally and he steps in.

“It's a nice place you got here.”

“Listen, it's where I think the best when I'm upset. Don't judge me!”

“I'm not. I’m being serious. Anyways, tell me what's going on.

Daisy suddenly lets everything out. “I’m great in school. I know what I want to be, but I missed out on the most important thing, which is finding a good relationship with a nice guy. All the guys I have tried to be with all just act like boys and don't feel mature, and I feel like I'm at a different level than everyone else maturity wise. So, all the guys just feel like dumb boys and I want a man who is going to treat me nice and be there for me. And now Adelia is getting married which is great and I'm just here still with no one and I never even have been with anyone physical even.”

Wells stands there quietly and listens till she is done talking. When she is he speaks “Well you are just a kid still.”

“Stop saying that I’M NOT A KID ANYMORE.”

Deep down he knew that. He has known her since she was 11. Now here in front of him she had blossomed into a beautiful woman now. Her breasts were larger, and her figure was way more filled out and curvy. Her sides perfect to grab onto and slam onto the bed right behind her. What was he thinking though? He was her teacher, and she was his student. This couldn’t happen, but she wasn't wrong. She wasn't a kid anymore, and she was mature now.

He moved closer to her now only a couple inches apart.

“Ugh you don't get it.” she says. She goes to turn around, but he stops her.

Daisy looked up at her professor blushing dark as he cupped her cheek “Professor I… I don’t want to get the wrong signals here but I…” she didn’t finish her sentence as she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. She was so relieved when she felt him kiss her back but soon, he pulled away “Daisy I don’t know if I should let this continue…. You’ve been my student for years I… you should be with someone your age” he said almost as if he was trying to convince himself.

Daisy frowned “Professor, if I had a problem with your age would I be kissing you right now? “She asked, a tad bit annoyed.

Vernon couldn’t help but chuckle, she was still a little bit of a spitfire even as she matured “I suppose that’s true but… Daisy I… you know I would die much sooner than you” he said, and she looked at him blankly “Not if I die first…”

Vernon snorted “God Daisy I don’t know what to do with you” he laughed resting his forehead against hers “You could always kiss me” she said to him “or maybe touch me… or both… completely up to you” she said giving him a mischievous smirk.

Vernon laughed and gave into her kissing her deeply and picked her up and laying her down on the bed kissing down her neck and began to unbutton her blouse “Its crazy how much you’ve changed…your body is so… soft” he purred nuzzling his face against her bosom and Daisy giggled “Professor, your scruff tickles” she squirmed. Vernon blushed and sat up “I… I don’t know if I can keep going if you keep calling me Professor…” he sighed feeling embarrassed “It just feels wrong…"Daisy looked at him and thought for a minute before a cat-like grin spread across her face… I know what I can call you” she whispered, her and all her friends used to call him D.A.D.A for short, it drove him nuts and they all thought it was so funny… but now she could call him something else, sitting up she crawled into his lap and ground her hips against his “You think far too much… daddy” she whispered in his ear and kissed his neck. Vernon felt his erection strain against his pants “D-Daisy that’s worse!” he blushed but Daisy kept kissing his neck “Your body seems to think otherwise…Daddy.”

Vernon once again gave in to Daisy’s antics and he pinned her down to the bed “Daddy has had enough of your teasing” he growled, and Daisy felt herself get wet as he growled into her ear… she really liked that…

He rapidly undressed her before Daisy even had time to comprehend that she was completely naked… she suddenly felt very shy and attempted to cover herself, but Vernon pinned her hands above her head “Don’t hide yourself from Daddy” he purred, kissing down her neck to her chest making daisy shiver under his touch.

His tongue gently brushed against one of her nipples making her gasp “D-daddy please…” she whimpered, and he smiled wrapping his lips around her nipple sucking it gently, he right hand crept down and began to tease her clit “D-daddy!” she gasped bucking her hips he removed his mouth from her nipple and kissed her “Shhhhh relax…” he whispered and slipped a finger inside her making her toes curl. He continued to kiss down her body as he fingered her until he reached her clit and gently began to lick it, this made Daisy practically shake under him “Professor… professor I…” suddenly she felt him slap her thigh and she yelped “It’s daddy, Daisy…you do well to remember that” he growled once more, and it nearly sent Daisy over the edge “Yes daddy… I-I’m sorry daddy” she whimpered.

He couldn’t help but grin at her submissiveness, he continued to finger her, adding a second finger and sucking on her clit “Daddy…daddy I’m gonna…” her hips began to grind into his hand.

“Cum for daddy, Daisy…. Cum for me…” he whispered and went faster

Tears pricked her eyes as she made a mess of the sheets under them.

Daisy spread her legs more and he sat up to look at her exhausted face, Daisy pulled him in close and kissed him tasting herself on his lips, wrapping her legs around his hips she pulled away “Take me… Vernon… please take me now” she gasped, calling him by his first name.

Vernon sat up and undid his belt and unzipped his pants, lining himself up at her entrance… then he froze… he couldn’t do it… he couldn’t take her… not while she was still his student “Daisy…Daisy I can’t” he frowned pulling away. Daisy sat up and looked at him cupping his cheek “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Daisy, I can’t have sex with you…not while you are still my student I just… I can’t.” He sighed, looking away feeling ashamed. Daisy smiled softly and nuzzled her cheek against his “Then let’s wait… when I come back from studying at St. Mungo's… we will come back here… and we will continue” she whispered in his ear.

Vernon blushed and pulled her in for a tight hug “Sounds like a date” he smiled kissing her.

Daisy moaned and slowly slipped out of his grasp and got on her knees so that she was eye level with his cock “for now though… I need to make sure daddy gets to cum too” she purred and took his tip into her mouth, sucking it softly at first and slowly began to take more of him into her mouth. Vernon threw his head back and gasped “Oh fuck Daisy! “He exclaimed, his hand going to grip her head. Daisy shivered feeling him throb in her mouth, it made her want to take in more of him… so she did taking him all the way down to the base sucking harder and faster “Fuck! fuck daisy I’m gonna cum!” he warned but Daisy didn’t pull away as she kept sucking until he spilled down her throat, pulling away she panted and smiled looking up at him “Did I do well daddy?”

Vernon groaned and pulled her up onto the bed and held her close as they laid back down “Very well…” he smiled and watched as she slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Vernon Wells

Daisy Walsh

[tired-biscuit]

Hi can i request teacher naruto x student reader smut (obviously not in pedo way).With degration kink if possible I love being degraded😩

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, teacher/student relationship, car sex, degrading, professor!naruto.

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NARUTO UZUMAKI had made a mistake.

The thirty-year-old Professor should have known better than offer to drive his secretly favourite student home after class. Sure, it was dark out from the late hour which his superiors forced him to hold his lessons at, and the rain had technically been pouring in great, ferocious curtains of water outside the university where he worked, but neither of those reasons would be deemed good enough by an educator who swore by a code on keeping his relations with students strictly professional. 

Still, all it took was one look at the rather sombre expression on the poor girl's face to announce him a goner under the narrow roof of the main entrance to the building that night - code or not. Before y/n's rosy lips could even finish forming a pout in result of assessing the heavy, dull sky above her head, Naruto's feet had already moved seemingly on their own; forcing him to walk over with his umbrella, like the polite gentleman that he was.

He couldn't remember what exactly he had told her to persuade her into accepting his offer on driving her home. All he could bring forth in his memory was her smile, the eager nod, and the way her arm kept bumping against his own when they had taken the short walk towards his car.

And that was how Naruto had found himself stuck with y/n that Friday evening - his favourite student.

All alone.

"Thank you for doing this, Mr. Uzumaki. I really appreciate it." the pretty girl said when he plopped down into the plush driver's seat of his dark grey Volvo SUV. Throwing a hasty glance at her as she rubbed her dainty palms together in order to quicken her blood circulation, Naruto offered her a subtle nod. 

"Don't mention it," he replied curtly, running a hand through his slightly damp, blonde hair. He brushed away the water droplets coating his palm against his black pants before shrugging off his coat and throwing it in the backseat. Seriously. Don't mention it.

She puffed air onto her curled up fists now, plump lips moving against her knuckles, "I would have probably gotten soaked to the bone by the time I reached the bus station, if it weren't for you. So, thanks again."

"Probably," he said, fishing out his car keys from his pocket, "Quite a downfall, huh?"

"Yeah... It's pretty bad."

"Yup."

They fell into silence.

Naruto loosed a sigh at the awkward small talk about the weather. Fastening his seat belt, he started the car and said, "So, how's your last year of university been treating you, Miss l/n?"

"Pretty good," she replied, eyeing the touchscreen that lit up as soon as the engine whirred to life. He could see her eyes turn innocently inquisitive at the playlist to appear. "My grades are doing okay, I suppose... I'm trying not to stress as much as I did in my first year."

"Glad to hear it. You've always been a good student," he complimented, pulling out of the designated parking space. He glanced at her again and caught her still staring at the touchscreen, her cheeks slightly rosy now. "You can pick a song if you'd like."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Leaning slightly forward, y/n scrolled through the list of songs, keen eyes quickly scanning the various artists. "You have pretty good taste, Sir. I also listen to The Neighbourhood." she mumbled after a while.

"Thanks." Naruto watched her tap a song now - Sweater Weather. Of course. Listening to the soft melody beginning to mix with the thundering rain hitting against the roof of the car, he said, "So, any plans for what you're gonna do after you get your diploma?"

"Not really, no," she said, scratching her cheek with those prettily manicured nails, "Maybe travel a bit?"

"Always a good idea."

"Mhm."

Silence again. Awkward.

"You gonna lead the way, or should I use the GPS?" he asked, looking at her once more. Naruto promptly ignored the little plaid skirt she wore and the high knee-socks accompanying the flimsy thing. No matter that it made him swallow a bit more thickly than usual, and made his skin go taut to such a degree that it felt too tight to cover the entirety of his bones.

They usually did that - her clothes. Had been doing so for months, actually. He refused to acknowledge it, as it was the sane way to do.

"I can lead the way, if it's all right with you?" she spoke softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine with me."

"Okay." He could see her fingers dig into the sleeves of her thin blouse then, her tits squeezing together with the action. They practically ate up the darn seat belt. Sure, all of the buttons were modestly secured, but the cotton was still tight. Too tight. "Turn left here, please."

"Left, yes. Okay." he rambled, his knee shaking before he rested his foot on the gas pedal again. His voice sounded weird. Clearing his throat, Naruto focused on the road instead, both brows pinching together in mild exasperation. The last thing he needed was to cause a fucking car crash because he couldn't stop staring at his student's tits. Pathetic.

Said student sighed and rubbed her arms a bit, but said nothing.

"Are you cold?" he found himself asking. Why couldn't he just keep his fucking mouth shut, already?!

"Oh," she stilled, sinking further into the seat as if in embarrassment. Scarlet overtook her face when she murmured, "A little, yeah... But it's nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sure you can handle it, Miss l/n." Naruto said, and thought about punching himself in the face right then and there. Flicking on the heaters, he offered her a tentative smile, "But I think it'd be better if you didn't catch a cold."

"How so?" she questioned, wary eyes looking at the pleasant grin to adorn his face, now.

"Well, you wouldn't be able to attend my lecture if you got sick, now would you?" he chuckled lowly, flicking his gaze towards her again. God, the first thing he was going to do after arriving home was slam his head against the wall. Repeatedly.

"Yeah, th-that's true." she stumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. She could have sworn that he smirked at the stutter.

Mother above, he was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Tall and assertive, owning a sharp jawline, and a voice so deep that the rasp of it could make even the dullest of lectures sound like a goddamn poem - Professor Naruto Uzumaki had always been her favourite to look at.

There wasn't a thing in the Universe that she enjoyed more than following the flex of his strong biceps whenever he wrote on the blackboard in their classroom, or the potent build of him that he always alluringly accentuated with the countless fancy dress shirts and nicely-fitting pants he loved to wear so goddamn much. 

His hair was golden like rows upon rows of rich fields of wheat, and his eyes blue like a clear July sky. Even his tan complexion screamed summer, and heat, and endless, feverish sun. He was absolutely breathtaking in every aspect. It made her feel very small, compared to his overwhelming presence. And not just because he held the authority.

y/n felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. Warmth recoiled within the pit of her stomach, though the reason for it wasn't as obscene as the one she had thought of at first.

"Uh... Sir?"

Ignoring the way his dick twitched inside his pants at the title, Naruto merely hummed in reply, "Hm?"

"The seat's getting kind of hot," she mumbled, entire face searing pink. She shifted from side to side, squeezing her thighs together.

Naruto glanced at her squirming, eyes quickly dipping towards the hem of her skirt which she kept pressing against the top of her thighs in order to keep from rising up. He fought back the hint of amusement in his smile when he said, "Yeah, I flicked on the seat warmer for you. It'll warm you up faster." 

"Oh... Okay."

A beat of silence echoed between them for a third time. He listened to her breathing. It had turned shallow, somewhat.

"Does it feel good, Miss l/n?" he asked quietly, his grip on the steering wheel tenacious. At this point, he was asking for it. Seriously, what was wrong with him?

"Yes, Mr. Uzumaki." she replied, her voice adorably meek.

He swallowed the saliva to gather inside his mouth again, "Want me to turn it up even higher?"

"That'd be nice."

He did. Watched her squirm and part her legs slightly at the warmth to pour into her, too. Listening to the quiet sigh of appreciation, he smiled, "Better?"

"Loads."

The word made him think about something he shouldn't be thinking about when his student was around. Made him fantasize about slamming her down on his cock right there; in the backseat of his car, until she'd cry from the pleasure as she bounced, and bounced, and bounced and he indeed did stuff his load right into her damn womb. He just knew that her pussy would be warm to wrap around his dick after all the damn heat he was making her endure, now.

Naruto bit the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly drew blood. Perhaps it'd be better to crash the car, after all. "How far are we from your home?"

"About fifteen minutes," she said, staring out the window, "But, it's completely all right if you drop me off at the nearest bus station, Sir. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"I don't mind," he grit out, indecent thoughts tumbling one after the other, "It's Friday... I've got all the time in the world."

"Yeah?" she giggled, shuffling in her seat again, "No party to run home to?"

"I've partied enough during my twenties, Miss l/n," he replied with a low chuckle. "So, no. No party."

Silence. And then; "How about a wife?"

He quirked an eyebrow at the question. But instead of scolding her for prodding at his privacy like an educator following the fucking code would; Naruto instead decided to bite into the challenge, "I'm not married."

"Oh?"

"Before you judge me as to why I am not; I don't recall a boyfriend offering you a ride home in all this rain."

She scoffed, "That's because I don't have a boyfriend."

He threw her a wary side-glance, "How so?" This was getting personal. God help him.

"Boys are jerks," she offered plainly, rolling her eyes.

He snickered. "Remind me... How old are you again?"

"Twenty-two."

"Ah," he mused, tapping the steering wheel with his index finger, "They really are jerks, then. At least at that age."

They shared a quiet laugh. "Were you one?" she questioned out of the blue. 

"Hm?"

"A jerk?"

"Well," Naruto mumbled, shrugging, "A bit, yeah."

Her eyes flashed with mischief when she turned to look at him. "Why?"

"I..." his brows furrowed as he searched for the right word, "Let's just say that I wasn't exactly of the tame sort during my high school and college years."

"What does that mean; tame?" she shot out the question like a bullet. Goddamn, this girl had zero sense of formality.

"I used to party a lot." He mumbled the last bit a bit more quietly, "And everything else that came along with said partying."

"So, you did drugs?" she asked, her features blank.

Naruto nearly choked on his own spit, "Heavens no!"

"Then what?" she laughed at his wide-eyed expression.

"Just..." he sighed, scrubbing a tired hand across his face whilst gripping the steering wheel with the other, "I drank a lot, fought a bit, and had fun with quite a few girls. That's it."

"I don't understand how that makes you a jerk, though?"

"I wasn't always nice to the girls," Naruto admitted finally, the tips of his ears searing red. "But that's all in the past, now."

"Bummer."

"What?"

"Hm?" she hummed, both of her eyebrows shooting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, "So, you were, excuse the term, Professor; a fuckboy?"

Naruto's lips twitched at the corners. "I suppose so."

She stared at him for a long moment. Studied him thoroughly, until he couldn't help but glance back. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she uttered, shrugging, "I just can't see it."

"Can't see what?"

"You being a fuckboy."

He blinked. Stopping at a red light, he turned to look at her properly now, "What's that supposed to mean, Miss l/n?" 

"I'm sorry, but you're just so..." she tilted her head lightly to the side as she studied him again, snickering lightly, "Mellow." She even did him the courtesy of gesturing all over him as if to further prove her point.

Naruto stared at her, the expression on his face blank; unreadable. His student had struck a nerve with the sly comment. Had made him see red. Sure, he had just entered his thirties, and his college days were long behind him, but he was still fun. She had no clue how fun he could get. Perhaps he'd show her.

No, not perhaps. He had to show her. To prove her wrong. This was his dignity they were talking about, for crying out loud!

And so, with a heart that hammered with offence and the need to prove himself, Naruto repeated,

"Hah... You think I'm mellow?"

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Naruto had no idea how it had happened.

One second he was staring at her as she kept giggling at his expense, and the next one he was pushing her on his cock in the backseat of his car in an abandoned parking lot. He hadn't even managed to take his pants off, just kind of fumbled with the button and zipper until his dick had been freed just enough for him to slam it right inside her tight, little pussy.

The sensation nearly made his vision spin. It had certainly been a while since he had gotten his dick wet. And speaking of wet; this girl was drenched. If there wouldn't be a mess spilled all over his black denims when they were finished with this, then he could proclaim himself as the modern son of God and wear the Pope's hat.

Holding her pretty panties to the side with trembling fingers, Naruto sighed at the sticky warmth to hug his girth now. Sweat covered his brow when he grit out, "You can't tell anyone about this, y/n."

His voice was nearly a growl that vibrated against her lips when he kissed her, latching his hot, panting mouth to hers. The way his tongue overtook her own made a shiver run along the entire length of her spine. This was definitely not the same polite, courteous man she was used to seeing on the hallways of the university every other day.

No, this was a beast.

"I won't," she whimpered, her legs spasming around his waist as she tried to ease herself down on him, "I-I promise I won't, Mr. Uzumaki."

"Fuck your promise, I want you to swear it to me," he groaned, hiking up her plaid skirt. They were still completely dressed from the chaos that had just begun to ensue, "I could lose my job if someone found out. So fucking swear it to me right now, or I'll make sure you won't be able to sit in class on Monday. Much less walk properly."

Monday?!

"I sw-swear," she sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed further, painfully stretching her to the point where she feared she might just burst, "I swear I won't tell anyone! Fuck...!"

He bucked his hips upward, nearly making her eyes cross. The grin to meet her eyes was worse than complacent, "Tell 'em what? That your Professor is fucking that pretty cunt of yours? That you're riding him like a filthy slut?"

"Yes, yes! All of that, mmh...!" she groaned, head lolling backwards at the pressure within her lower stomach. He could feel her toes curl against his thighs when he stretched her even further. Naruto was relentless, he'd fill up every single inch of her warm pussy, until she'd end up gushing on his cock. He swore that he would.And he was just upset enough to actually do it. 

'Mellow', she had called him. Fuck that. Serves her right.

"Say it," Naruto breathed, his broad hand tangling into her hair. He traced his fingertips across her scalp before he yanked a handful of her hair so harshly that she cried out, "Say that you're a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock."

Her eyes brimmed with hot tears, her upper lip profoundly quivering when she uttered, "I'm a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock." The sound of how weak and ashamed her voice sounded when she said it made a wildfire erupt within his chest. Made him want to roar.

"Well, aren't you a naughty girl for enjoying something that dirty, huh? What would your father think of you?" he snarled in reply, his eyes blazing with wickedness, "Is that the reason why you come to my class dressed like a goddamn whore twice a week? Why you taunt me and make my dick hard behind the desk with all those tiny skirts of yours? 'Cause you wanna get slammed in 'em by me?"

Dear god, he was going to ruin her. Bit by bit.

"Yes, that's exactly the reason!" she cried out again, squeezing her eyes shut when he sank his teeth into her neck. "I-I did it all just to tempt you."

"You're such a bitch, y/n," he grunted, teeth gritting together when she rolled her hips against his own, "All you do is bring trouble into my life... Look at what you're making me do right now. This is all your fault."

"My fault?" she moaned as he quickened his pace, meeting her halfway everytime she slammed back down on him. The sounds of arousal to bounce off the sides of his car were so indecent that they made her blush like a sucker. She looked down at him - her Professor. At his heavy-lidded eyes which were glazed over with lust and the smug, crooked grin which was slightly bigger on one side than the other. He was dazzling; absolutely perfect. Especially like this. Flushed and sweaty, and so fucking happy that she was bouncing on top of him.

"My fault." she accepted his claim now, kissing him again, "Entirely my fault, Mr. Uzumaki."

"It's Naruto," he grunted, his warm tongue stroking her bottom lip, "How about you learn my fuckin' name, before you sit on my dick, you cock-thirsty slut? Or is it not important for you to know the name of the man you fuck?"

"I'm sorry, Naruto." she purred, wincing when he smacked her ass in warning. His broad hands caressed her curves. She nearly lost it when he squeezed the soft flesh; made it burn. He was on the brink of tearing her fucking panties off.

"You can apologize by making me cum, sweetheart." he whispered, the beam of his teeth tantalizing and dangerous, "I've had a long day of enduring your stupid teasing."

"How?" she mumbled, face red. The poor girl had no idea what got him going past the edge.

"Figure it out," he drawled nonchalantly, "Or we're staying here, until you're begging me to stop pounding your cunt."

She bit her lip as she studied him. Loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his navy blue dress shirt with nimble fingers before carefully pressing her lips to the crook of his neck. Her nails dug into his crisp button-up now; curling around his broad shoulders as she kissed, nibbled and sucked on the sweet spot just beneath his jaw. She could hear his breathing stagger every time she dragged her tongue across the freshly-forming bruise.

"I'm so happy that you're letting me ride you, Professor," she whispered, kissing his earlobe, "After all, your cock is so big, Naruto... You're so much better than the silly boys I usually fuck."

He quickened his pace, his hips jerking against her own. This was it.

She bit back another moan when he wrapped both of his arms around her, pressing her against his heaving chest, "I've always wanted to fuck a man. A proper, strong man that would know how to take care of my pussy. Not some silly, little boys that don't even know how to use their dicks."

"y/n," he warned, his voice hoarse.

She didn't stop, only rolled her hips against his own even harder in order to chase that extra friction they both needed, "They're nothing compared to you, Professor. I'm so lucky." Faster, faster, faster. Fucking faster!

"Nobody could fuck me better than you, Naruto."

The words were his undoing. 

And the warm cum he had spilled within her was her elevation.

The face she made when she came, made him outright gawk at her. This wasn't the last time he'd fuck her. No, because in that exact moment; Naruto had realised that he was going to own her body on every single flat surface of his home, his classroom, his car - his everything.

Because this was fun. He was fun.

Losing themselves, their mouths connected yet again; teeth clashing and spit exchanging as they filled their very souls with muffled moans, curses and pleas. Naruto pressed her against him as her warm, gushy walls milked every last drop from him, tightening around him to the point it hurt. She just clung onto him, cursing him and his entire bloodline underneath her breath.

He could only laugh whilst stroking her hair.

"How's that for mellow, sweetheart?"

[slippinmickeys]

Another Twitter prompt:

1. It was a weird thing to think, but it was odd that they'd put the new chemistry professor in Old Chem. The building -- cramped and dusty with an unreliable heating system -- hadn't actually housed the chemistry department in 35 years. It was now filled mainly with graduate students who either didn't mind that the clanking basement furnace would give up the ghost thrice every February, or just felt lucky to have office space and didn't complain. Dr. Fox Mulder, a tenured and often traveling research professor liked Old Chem, for what it was worth. Its bricks were the same orangey-red of the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon and it sat stalwart and proud on a rise above the river that purled through campus. The offices were small, and they lent everything in them -- from papers written in '82 to the newest state-of-the-art computers -- an aged patina that made you want to smoke a pipe and contemplate philosophy.

In any event, he never seemed to run into the new chemistry professor, even though his office was right next door.

2. One of the kids that rode on the same school bus route on the Vineyard had been a guy named Dana Dupree. He was five years older and a baseball star, and while Mulder hadn’t thought the kid was all that bright, he still worshipped him anyway, until the day Dupree graduated and Mulder never thought about him again.

He supposed that was why he thought the new professor was a man until she showed up at his door with a sheepish looking undergraduate he vaguely recognized from his Tuesday/Thursday lecture.

"I believe this may belong to you," said a caramel-soft voice from his doorway.

He looked up to see a short statured titch of a woman looking at him expectantly. Next to her was said undergraduate, who was hitching his backpack on his shoulder uncomfortably and looking anywhere but Mulder's face.

"Does it?" Mulder asked without standing.

"These are office hours, right?" the kid said, looking up through a thick hatch of shaggy hair.

Mulder looked at his watch. "Indeed they are," he said, and motioned for the boy to sit in one of the chairs opposite his desk -- the only one not covered in sheaves of paper and books. The kid slid into it and the woman in the doorway raised a hand and started to retreat into the hallway when Mulder said:

"And who do I have to thank for the saving of wayward students?"

The woman gave him a small, closed mouth smile that nevertheless reached all the way to her eyes.

"Dr. Dana Scully," she said, nodding at him and taking another step back. "Your new neighbor." With that she was gone.

3. He didn't see her again for almost a month. He was heading down the narrow back stairway that led from Old Chem's parking lot to the third floor hall of offices when he heard a forceful expletive followed by the sound of several light things hitting the floor. When he rounded the next landing, Dr. Scully was carrying an overfilled and close-to-disintegrating cardboard box and looking helplessly down at a wash of manila folders and dot-matrix printouts that were scattered across the floor and accordioning down three steps.

She was bending to put the box down when Mulder came trotting down the last few steps.

"Let me get that," he said, bending down to pick up the sheety detritus which he tapped into a neat stack.

"Thanks," she said, sounding reluctant to accept the help.

When he stood holding the papers out a little awkwardly, she gave him a grudging smile and he tucked the stack carefully into the box she now had balanced on her hip.

"Would you like help carrying all this up?" he asked, "I can get the box?"

"I can manage," she said, and Mulder thought she probably could -- she only had one more flight to go.

"Then at least let me get the doors," he said, bounding back up from the way he came, and seeing her safely to her office.

She gave him a small sideways glance as she unlocked the old Schlage, and when she fumbled with the keys, he reached out and wordlessly took the box from her hands so she could open the door. She gave a last hard shove with her shoulder and she was in, and he entered and put the box gingerly on her desk.

"Wow," he said, taking a look around the room. It was spotless and bright, airy in an effortless sort of way that was near impossible to find in the stuffy confines of Old Chem. "If Professor Abernathy saw this place, I think he'd want to move back in."

She smiled at him and he noticed for the first time that her eyes were a bright liquidly aqua, as cobalt as the Caribbean. His heart beat once, hard, then returned to its normal cadence.

"Then where would I go?" she asked, and he thought he detected maybe a hint of flirt.

"Next door," he offered, "it would be tight and wouldn't be good for much beyond a good game of Battleship, but wayward undergrads wouldn't get lost."

She laughed, a sheath of hair falling into her face, her locks the same color as the sandstone in Utah -- the same color as the bricks of Old Chem.

He felt something in his chest he hadn’t felt in a long time.

4. He normally didn't stay this late, but his TA was out sick and he needed to get the grades turned in by noon the next day.

The moonlight coming through the single window in his office was pale and diaphanous, and it shone in a small rectangle on the grungy berber of his floor, the small desktop lamp illuminating only the papers in front of him.

There was a sharp knock on his door.

"It's open!"

It swung in to reveal Dr. Scully, holding a couple cartons of what looked like Chinese food and two paper-wrapped chopsticks packs, her face looking hesitant but hopeful, her hair a muzzy halo backlit by the fluorescents in the hallway.

"Your light is on a lot later than normal," she said, holding up the cartons, from which drifted the tangy waft of Pad Thai. "Thought you might need some sustenance."

His stomach gurgled in response.

“Partay,” he said, gesturing her in.

She smiled and shuffled in, setting a carton in front of him and the chopsticks on top.

“Apologies for the dimness, the overheads were giving me a headache,” he said, reaching behind him for the large pillar candles he kept in his office -- the building was notorious for losing power in the summer months, and he’d learned to be prepared. “Too weird to eat by candlelight?” he asked, fingering a lighter.

She shrugged and plopped down into the free chair across from his desk and folded her feet under herself, somehow looking cozy in the notoriously uncomfortable chair. He lit the candles and placed one on the desktop between them, unwrapping the chopsticks and rubbing the handles together. He considered her for a moment and she seemed to do the same.

“Do you always order for two?” he finally asked, opening the top of his container and letting the steam puff up gently around his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled dreamily. It smelled wonderful. She opened her own, deftly spearing a bean sprout and delicately nipping it in half. “It makes great leftovers,” she said, then expertly twirled a small bundle of noodles onto her own utensil and took a happy bite. “And I’ve been curious about you,” she finished around a mouthful of food.

“Me?” he asked, surprised. He shoveled in a mouthful with far less finesse and she chuckled at him.

“Yes,” she said, “you. The enigmatic Dr. Mulder. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Normally, he probably would have said something like oh really? and then made a smartass comment about her spying on him, but something held him back. Instead he said, “...what do you want to know?”

She looked at him, chewing thoughtfully. The candlelight gave her a fresh-faced look, her skin dewy and glowing. She had cupid’s bow lips, the color of overripe raspberries. A thought flashed through his head that they would probably taste as good as they looked.

“How long have you been tenured?”

“Five years.”

“Undergrad?”

“Oxford.” She raised an impressed eyebrow.

“Married?”

He choked and covered for it by coughing. She was still looking at him earnestly, expecting an answer.

“Ah,” he said, then cleared his throat. “Almost.”

“Narrowly avoided the institution?” He felt like he was being interviewed by a seasoned criminologist. She was unruffled and laser focused. Normally he would have had sirens going off in his head by now, abort! abort! but he was into it. Really into it.

“Narrowly avoided the spouse .” She grinned and took another bite and he decided to lob one back at her. “Why, you in the market?”

She looked at him levely, chewing no faster or slower than before. When she swallowed, he kept his eyes on the elegant column of her neck, watching her throat work.

“I’m a professor of chemistry, Dr. Mulder,” she said, quirking one eyebrow in a way that charmed him even more. “I’d never rule out adhesion.”

5. It was a tempest. A Goddamn tempest, and it had come rushing off the plains and, propelled by the jet stream, roaring into campus with the force of a freight train. He was halfway to the building that held his evening lecture when the wind picked up, and he was just passing Old Chem when the rain came. A torrential downpour that would have felled even the strongest umbrella. A streak of lighting followed immediately by the crash of thunder and he darted into the Old Chemistry building just to escape it. He was standing in the small foyer looking out the small beaded window panes in the old oak doors -- there were still a few students darting haphazardly into random buildings -- when his phone dinged. He pulled it out of his pocket.

UNIVERSITY EMERGENCY ALERT -- STORM WARNING -- STAY INDOORS -- ALL EVENING CLASSES CANCELLED

Sighing, he turned to head into his office to wait out the storm. He was thinking he had lab results in his briefcase he could probably go over when the power suddenly -- though perhaps not surprisingly -- went out. He drifted up the stairs to his office in the uncomfortable beam of the stairwell’s emergency light box, the bulbs shining brightly in two different directions like some kind of demented wall-eyed robot.

When he got to his door, he saw a small light flitting about the office next to his, then heard a thud and a muffled curse. He knocked lightly.

“Everything all right in there?” he called out.

The door was flung open and a frazzled-looking Dr. Scully stood before him, the too-bright glow of her cell phone flashlight pointing somewhere around his belt buckle.

“Hi,” she said, then rather needlessly added, “the power is out.”

“Welcome to Old Chem,” Mulder said with a trace of sarcasm, just as another flare of lightning highlighted her dressed-down outfit. Unusually, she was wearing jeans, a white tank top that rather nicely showcased the twin pillows of her decolletage and an old chambray shirt, shirtsleeves rolled to her elbows, unbuttoned in the front.

“My phone is about to die and I can’t find my portable charger,” she went on, a bit flustered, “and I also can’t see a god damned thing. If I was near my lab I could probably improvise some kind of glow stick, but I’m… not,” she finished lamely.

“You want some help?” he offered, setting down his briefcase in the hallway. There was an emergency light at the far end, but its light barely reached them. They were mainly highlighted in the red glow of the Exit sign that hung from the ceiling just to their left.

“I was actually on my way out. I give up. I can charge it in my car.”

He’d just noticed that her laptop bag was slung over one shoulder. A crash of deafening thunder shook the building.

“I, uh, wouldn’t go out right now,” he said, holding up the emergency alert on his phone, “it’s biblical out there.” Her shoulders slumped. “Come into my office,” he went on, digging his keys out of his pocket, “I don’t have Pad Thai, but I still have those candles.”

She smiled and he flushed a bit at the memory. It had only been a week and a half ago. She’d been pretty forward, and he’d been about to ask her out when the janitorial crew came rolling down the hallway. They’d quickly emptied the trashcans in the various offices on the floor, but when they kick-started the industrial floor polisher out in the hallway, Mulder had been fairly sure his window had closed.

She passed by him while he held open the door, and was forced to back herself up to the wall so he could squeeze by a moment later to get to the pillar candles and lighter he kept on top of his file cabinet. Their hips grazed ever so slightly as he brushed by her and he caught a heady whiff of her perfume, a spicy, floral scent studded with hints of white musk and bergamot. He had to keep himself from leaning into her to get another sniff.

“You want to have a seat?” he asked, indicating the guest chair.

“Not on your life,” she laughed, “it took three PIlates classes to work out the kink in my back from the last time.”

“Take mine,” he said, and settled himself into the chair across the desk, shifting to try to get comfortable.

After several moments she let out an undignified guffaw and stood.

“Come on,”she said, still chuckling as she rose from his office chair, “let’s go into my office. We’ll be a lot more comfortable.

Slightly chagrined, he grabbed the candles and followed her obediently. She had two nice looking chairs sitting side by side with a small, tasteful side table in between them, and they both settled in.

“Well,” she said, looking at the candles, “this is romantic.”

He chuckled.

“Any idea how long this is supposed to last?” she asked, nodding toward the small window. The sun hadn’t quite set, but the sky was a frightening velvety grey and the branches on the ancient maples outside Old Chem were bending sideways in the thrash.

Mulder pulled up a NOAA app on his phone.

“Radar shows three cells coming through,” he said, pinching the screen to get a bigger picture. “One on top of the other.”

She smirked at the innuendo, but made no move to do or say anything. He tossed the phone on the desktop next to a candle.

“Well,” she said, “any chance you’re up for a game of Battleship?”

XxXxXxXxXxX

She’d actually bought one. He was delighted when, from under her desk, she pulled out a brand new, still-in-the-cellophane, honest-to-god game of Battleship. They were twenty minutes into their second game and she was absolutely handing him his ass.

“How are you so good at this?” he asked her, after he put the last red peg into his submarine.

She studied her board.

“My father was a naval officer,” she said, not looking up, “a Captain when he retired. He was gone a lot. As a kid I would play this game with anyone who would play with me. Even the old lady next door. It made me feel closer to him.”

“Where does he live now?” Mulder asked, then, “C8.”

“Miss,” she said, “He and Mom are in Maryland. B12.”

“Hit. Any siblings?”

“Three.”

“E1?”

“Miss. You?” she asked. “B11.”

“A sister,” he answered, then leaned back and sighed. “You sunk my battleship.

She smiled victoriously. “You giving up?”

“I know when I’ve been bested,” he said.

He looked out the window at the storm as he helped her pack up the game. There was a brief lull in the weather while one cell moved off and another moved in. One of the trees in the diag out her window had been uprooted by the wind and was leaning into one of its compatriots like a soldier limping off the battlefield.

“It’s been nice being stuck here with you,” she said, finally leaning back.

“I’m glad,” Mulder said, nodding to the window, “because we may end up being stuck here all night.”

She put her thumbnail in her mouth and tilted her head. “I can think of worse things.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, swallowing hard.

“Yeah,” she said. “I think you should ask me out.”

He felt himself flush. Again. “If I asked, what would we do?”

“Drinks,” she said, “dancing. Maybe see where the night takes us.”

He nodded at her, considering. He briefly bit the inside of his cheek. “Will you go out with me?” he finally said.

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “When?”

He stood. “Right now,” he said, getting a flash of inspiration, a jagged line of lightning streaking outside the window. “Stay right there.”

The candles sputtered as he swung open her office door. The dim red from the Exit sign gave just illumination for him to go into his own office and pull out the bottom drawer of his desk. When he returned, she was sitting up, intrigued. On her desk he deposited a bottle of Lagavulin and two small rocks glasses.

“You like Scotch?” he asked.

She nodded, smiling. He returned her smile and poured her a finger. He did the same and held it up in salute.

“To our first date,” he said.

“Slainte,” she said, tapping her glass into his own and then taking a slow sip, her eyes never leaving his.

The spirit was as smooth as high C, but burned its way down his esophagus, filling his belly with the warm haze of nerve.

He reached for his phone, which was still sitting on top of her desk, swiping and tapping until the soulful purl of Nina Simone’s Feeling Good began to leak through the tiny speakers. He upped the volume so that the sound of the singer’s velvet voice swelled over the roar of the rain outside, set down his glass and held out his hand to her. She took a large swallow, almost finishing what was in her glass, and set it down next to his, taking his hand. He pulled her to him.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, pressing his hand into the amati curve of her back. There wasn’t much room in the small office, certainly not enough for a good dance, but if they swayed, turning in place like a couple of kids at an eighth grade dance, it would get the job done.

She canted her face up to his, blinking slowly. “Yes,” she said in a voice as low as his had been, and then pressed her head to his chest. He pulled her in even more, pulling their clasped hands in close.

She fit perfectly into the lee of him, and something just felt right about it as she settled in, sighing contentedly. It was like a key sliding into the right lock. Click .

The song was over before either of them were ready for it to be. Mulder didn’t move as the brassy sound of the big band faded into nothingness. He scarcely even breathed. Dr. Scully shifted in his arms, but made no move to step back. After a moment, he worked up the nerve to look down at her and found her looking right back.

“What happens next?” he muttered, tongue feeling thick in his mouth.

“Next?” she said, voice barely a whisper. “We see where the night takes us.”

[jishyucks]

Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

i.

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

v.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

-

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

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Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

Hope you enjoyed it! A like would be appreciated <3

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Professor 》Remus Lupin (18+)

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Remus Lupin had just finished eating the third chocolate that day. It was evening already and he had ruined his supper. He wasn't feeling hungry, so he stayed in the classroom and waited for the student to arrive. Nancy's words had left him speechless. No girl had ever told him things like that. Remus thought it was funny at first, but when he caught himself thinking about those words, he quickly shook his head and stood up. He found an occupation, but his mind didn't cooperate. It's been so long since the last time he just looked at a girl in a different way. The fire in his heart he had for Nymphadora Tonks was slowly dying out. He did miss her, but if she came back this moment, he wasn't sure if he would want a relationship with her. It just wasn't the same.

He heard shuffling, then doors being opened. The redhead entered the classroom, dressed more inappropriate than in morning classes. He wasn't even sure that was possible. Merlin, he wasn't sure how Filch didn't notice. Not only him, but anyone.

"Good evening, professor," she greeted.

Her professor sighed, then placed another stack of books on one of the front desks. Remus already knew that she was going to be a tough one and he was already tired. Perhaps he should keep eating chocolate until he gets chubby so no girl approaches him? As much as he missed someone, he had to be focused on being a good professor this year. The rest will easily come. Although, he wasn't stupid. He knew what he looked like and he noticed all the attention he got from female students. Many seventh years purposely started getting in trouble just to get detention with me. Unfortunate for them, all of them mostly suffered detention from their House Heads.

"These books need to be checked and sorted alphabetically, Miss Pennington."

"Of course, professor."

Nancy pulled out her wand and got ready to cast a spell. Just as she opened her mouth, the stern voice of her professor interrupted her.

"No magic, " he said.

The redhead frowned first, then calmly put her wand back in her pocket. She adjusted the skirt so that a bit of her thighs were visible. The cold air hit her skin and made her shiver a bit, but she collected herself and put on the best smile she could.

"As you wish, professor."

Remus left the girl to do her task and went back to his place. While grading the tasks he had given the sixth years, he noticed one was missing. He counted the papers again, but couldn't get the number he needed. Then, he remembered. The girl which left the class almost in tears. The man furrowed his eyebrows, remembering her red face. He hated when people were sad. He knew how awful it is to hold back tears in a room full of people and he didn't want anyone to feel like that. He let her leave the class so she could let it all out in peace. Still, he wondered what caused that reaction.

"Miss Pennington?" He called out, abandoning the papers on his desk.

The girl turned around, waiting for the next words. Remus stopped for a moment, thinking if it was a right thing to ask about a student. Asking about someone's wellbeing isn't wrong, right?

"The girl from this morning. Miss-?"

"Periculum. Roseanne Periculum."

"Right, Miss Periculum. Is she feeling better?"

Nancy shrugged, then went back to arranging the books. Remus frowned, dissatisfied with the answer. This girl was supposed to be a good friend of Miss Periculum, yet all she had was shrugging? It must be terrible not having anyone to ask about your problems. He was lucky to have amazing friends with him during his bad times. He missed them.

"Do you happen to know the reason behind her behaviour today?"

Nancy rolled her eyes, annoyed with the attention professor Lupin was giving to a person that wasn't even in the room. She felt a bit guilty for not asking Rose about her problem, but at the end of the day, she didn't ask anyone. Rose shouldn't be feeling left out. Whatever it was, she'll get through it. Everything comes and goes, nothing stays.

"No, professor."

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The week passed by rather quickly and Rose was soon getting Coco off of her so she could get ready. Nancy was still asleep. She had decided last night that she wasn't in the mood for classes, so she'll pretend to be sick. Dell was already dressed and sat patiently on her bed, waiting for Rose. Rose didn't really despise Dell like she did everyone else. The blonde haired girl was funny and interesting to be around. Maybe it was because of her relationship with Fred Weasley, but who knows. Maybe Rose finally liked someone who wasn't a Weasley. Speaking of Weasleys, they bombarded her with questions the next day she showed up at Transfiguration. Rose didn't want to explain that her insecurity kicked in, so she said the one thing girls always complained about: period. The boys quickly shut up, not asking her any more questions.

Next to Dell laid the fourth roommate. Priya Patil was the older sister of Padma and Parvati Patil. It was interesting how the initials of all three were P. P. Just like Dell, Rose also didn't mind Priya. She minded her best friend, Elisaveta Yakusheva. Her father played a big role in almost everything, just like Mr Malfoy. Elisaveta - or Lisa, like Priya and her close friends call her - is almost as popular as Nancy. Of course, Nancy's red curls and green eyes won over Lisa's blonde straight hair and blue eyes. Nancy was also a million times nicer, as unbelievable as it sounds. Priya was stuck between the two girls. She loved both of her best friends, but most of the time she faced the problem of choosing sides. In those moments, Rose was happy to have less than five friends.

This morning, Dell noticed that the brown haired girl had gotten up earlier and was spending a big amount of time in front of the mirror. She also noticed a chocolate peeking from her bag. Little did she know that it was a creation of the Weasleys. Rose was supposed to hand the chocolate to the new professor today. She wasn't sure what it was supposed to do. Fred didn't want to tell her and George only laughed whenever she asked.

"Rosie, I feel like I'm watching Nancy. What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't wear your skirt that way. And you've been trying to fix your hair for hours now. Is there something I don't know?"

It was true. The skirt was placed higher on her waist, revealing her knees and a bit of thighs. She had seen professor Lupin only during meals, but he was so far away to see her. Today she will finally see him again. She couldn't wait to hear his voice and look at him properly this time. Tired of her shuffling, Dell stood up to help her roommate. She cast a spell to fix the mess on her head. Soft brown waves replaced split ends and tangled strands. It has been so long since her hair looked like that. The last time she put effort in her looks was when she was in love with Oliver Wood.

Rose split up with her roommate and entered the classroom alone. The twins were in their seats, both of them sending a mischievous smile her way. She wished she knew what the chocolate actually was.

"Why a chocolate? What if he thinks I'm trying to flirt with him?"

George laughed at her words, then took the chocolate from her. He admired it as if he wasn't the one who made it. "Our professor has a sweet tooth, love. He won't be thinking about you when he sees it."

Needless to say, the girl was disappointed. That's honestly what she wanted. Him to see her, to think about her. One thought led to another and she found herself thinking about what happened that Monday in detention. Nancy came back looking like a mess, her lipstick a bit smeared on her bottom lip. She was jealous. So jealous that she could feel her head burning. Her thoughts were interrupted when George touched her leg with his under the desk. The professor entered the classroom with a good morning, then sat down. Rose crossed her legs, feeling a bit of fear because of the way she wore her uniform. Maybe she could let her tongue loose too and earn herself a detention with him. Just maybe...

After giving everyone a task, Remus remembered the girl and allowed himself to glance at her. She had her head down, her hair slowly getting puffy again. She seemed fine today and it made him feel better. He didn't like to see his students come to class in pain or anything like that. The girl then raised her head, looking directly into his eyes. Her eyes widened, surprised that the professor was already looking at her. Her head was soon in the previous position, her face now hidden with hair. Just as Remus wanted to go back to the lesson, he noticed something. He noticed how Rose was uncomfortably shifting under the desk. Then, he noticed her bare thighs. She had her legs crossed, her hands fixing the skirt every few moments. The redhead next to her shot her a few confused looks. She didn't look like that last Monday. She looked like a mess back then. Remus also couldn't help but notice that one white lock of hair and her plump bottom lip. She was a refreshing sight. Of course, all girls in Hogwarts were stunning, but they all looked the same. Roseanne didn't have long skinny legs and long nails. She also didn't have lots of makeup on her face. Remus wasn't sure when was makeup even allowed. He remembered how his friend once got in trouble for putting on lip gloss. A bright red lipstick? Merlin, what else will he see in this school?

Rose felt her cheeks burning as she felt professor Lupin's eyes on her. Finally, she thought. But she also felt disappointed. Did she really have to dress up that way to get noticed? What kind of a man is he? Rose also wondered if she really wanted to get close to a man like that. A man who only noticed her after she changed her appearance and copied the style of other girls. They always tell you to be yourself and be unique, but then you get excluded for being too different. It's hard to live, really.

The first class came to an end and everyone was too busy gathering their belongings to hear professor's words. Rose managed to write down the task he gave them for the next class, then gathered her own things. George playfully pulled her sleeve, then nodded towards the chocolate in her bag.

"Do I have to?"

"What are you scared of, Rosie?"

"I just don't want to get in trouble."

But she did want to get in trouble. A trouble called professor Remus Lupin. She glanced at the chocolate, then her professor. He was busy taking off his jacket and collecting his books.

"Since when?" George asked, surprised with the sudden change in his crush's behaviour.

Rose bit her bottom lip, thinking about the situation. The classroom was almost empty, a few students still pushing each other to get out. George pinched her cheek, then kissed her head. She despised contact of any kind, but head kisses and cheek pinching from the twins were different. She would occasionally hit their shoulder, acting like she hated it. The redhead was the last to exit the classroom, leaving Rose alone with the professor. He had gotten up and was arranging the books on the shelf. His jacket was placed on his chair and he only wore the white shirt. Rose couldn't help but notice his back muscles through his shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins on his arms. The brown haired girl stood behind him with the chocolate in her hands, lost in the way his fingers went through the pages and the way his back muscles moved. She didn't even notice her jaw slowly dropping as the man set the books back in place and stretched. Rose wasn't sure he was aware that she's still there.

Remus turned around, running his fingers through his hair and letting out a sigh. He finally had some free time. Enough to eat one chocolate bar. Maybe two. The man stopped in his tracks when he noticed a girl standing in front of him. Her mouth was slightly opened, her cheeks pink and her chest slowly rising and falling. He wasn't stupid. He was aware of his looks. He just didn't think it was worth that much attention. There were men who looked far better than him. Then why did all the girls still go after him?

"Miss Periculum," he greeted, putting his hands behind his back.

The girl closed her mouth and gulped, then looked down. The chocolate seemed like a normal one you could buy at Hogsmeade, but Merlin knew what it actually was. She noticed professor Lupin eyeing the chocolate, making her more nervous than she already was.

"Oh, before you say anything..."

The man walked over to his desk, picking up a few papers and looking at them. Rose watched as his fingers moved, her eyes following the veins all the way up his arms. She could feel her cheeks heating up again, her mind creating pictures she would've loved to see happen in reality.

"...because you left the classroom last Monday, you missed a task I need to grade. I hope you understand that you can't be the only one without a grade."

The brown haired girl nodded, mimicking the previous action of her professor by putting her hands behind her back. "When will I do it, professor?"

Remus mentally slapped himself. The way his student called him professor made his mind go crazy. She had a quiet, silky voice and he just wished to hear it one more time. So he asked, "Sorry?"

"When will I do the task, professor?"

Rose repeated the sentence a bit louder and Remus had to use all his strength so he wouldn't smile with satisfaction. He needed to see her again as soon as possible and as often as possible. Her voice was addicting. He would do anything to hear her call him again. Remus also wondered what his real name would sound on her lips. He dared to wonder what it sounded like in more than just a normal way. The man turned around towards his desk, going through the papers to hide his heavy breathing. He did feel disappointed in himself. How dare he think about a student that way? But he still couldn't help himself and say:

"Tonight, Miss Periculum."

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Love is in the Air or Not | Kuroo Tetsuro + Yaku Morisuke

SYNOPSIS: Harry Potter AU - Two boys are pining for you.

READER: female

WORDS: 2093

WRITTEN: 03/17/2021

NOTES: I rewrote this a lot of times and I read it so many times that I started hating it, so I'm not sure if anyone will actually enjoy it but I spent too much time on it.

You were one of the rare girls who didn't give into Kuroo. He was known at Hogwarts for being a player and being absolutely wicked at sex. It was why girls always crawled to him—but not you.

He wanted to know why it was so easy for you to resist his charms. He thought he was quite attractive, and for you to not agree was an insult.

Kuroo approached you while you were talking to a friend. You slowly turned around and looked up at the tall man as your friend shuffled away.

He grinned at you. "Go out with me."

You laughed with a smile as you reached up to fix his tie. "You're crazy."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Is that a no?"

"It's a big no."

"Why not? I'm a catch," he said.

"Because it's obvious you just want to fuck me," you retorted.

"Aren't you even a bit curious?" he asked.

"No, but I am hungry," you said as you walked away from him to grab a muffin.

You didn't care for relationships or boys, so Kuroo was a no-go for you. You cared more about your friends and getting good grades.

The next day, Kuroo approached you once more in the common room. It was times like this where you wished you were sorted into a different House.

"Go out with me?" Kuroo asked with a flower bouquet in his hand.

The flowers looked as if he pulled them out of the dirt from the courtyard, and you wouldn't be surprised if he did.

You shook your head. "I'm not taking these."

Kuroo's arm swung back to his side. "Why not? Girls like flowers."

You fought back the urge to snatch those flowers and smack him on the head with it. "Not all girls like flowers and not all of them want to have sex with you," you retorted.

You left the common room without taking the flowers. Yaku walked in the room with a muffin in his hand and a book wedged in his armpit.

"Feels bad, doesn't it?" Yaku asked.

Kuroo's eye twitched. "Mouthy already, huh?"

"You tell me."

"Smartass," Kuroo commented with a snort.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask my ass? Here, it's been really calm today."

Yaku turned around and stuck his butt out. Kuroo rolled his eyes and shoved his back before smacking him with the flowers. Yaku turned back and whacked him in the face with his book.

"Dick," Kuroo muttered.

"Asshole," Yaku retorted. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe Y/N doesn't like you?"

"Every girl likes me. They just want to be fucked."

Yaku rolled his eyes. "I'm going to the library. You're annoying the fuck out of me."

"Please do, midget."

Yaku ignored him and walked toward the library with his school bag. He didn't expect to see you there, standing by a bookcase though. He approached you hesitantly and you smiled faintly once you saw him.

"Hey, Yaku," you greeted.

"Hey, Y/N. How's your day so far?" he asked.

"Kuroo hasn't stopped bothering me. It's a miracle he's not here right now. You didn't shrink him and hide him in your robes, did you?"

Yaku smiled as he stuck his hand in his robes and patted his body.

"I don't think he's in there, but if he is, then I probably squished him by then."

You chuckled. "With that ego of his, there's no way we'll be able to shrink him."

He snorted. "You can say that again. I could power a whole town with that ego."

"Try the whole world," you retorted.

The two of you paused before bursting out in laughter. Students nearby curiously looked at you and the librarian shushed you. The two of you zipped your mouths and did your best to not laugh.

You never failed to make him laugh. It was why he liked spending time with you.

The two of you met in your first year and it wasn't difficult to become friends with him. He was a bit shy at first, but eventually came out of his shell when you started smiling and telling jokes to him during class.

"What are you studying for?" you asked.

"Charms," he answered. "You?"

"Potions."

Yaku nodded. "My best subject is Potions."

"And my best subject is Charms," you replied.

"Wanna be study partners?" he asked as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"It would be an honor."

The librarian shushed you again.

The two of you looked at each other before forcing down your laughter.

You enjoyed spending time with Yaku. He was humble, smart, and had a wicked sense of humor.

"Y/N, another Outstanding for you!" the professor said as he passed back your test.

You smiled gratefully. Charms always came naturally to you.

"Kuroo, Poor. Was this lesson too difficult for you? You usually do so well."

"Ah, well, I've been a bit under the weather. Maybe Y/N could tutor me since she's so smart," said Kuroo lazily.

"That sounds wonderful!" the professor exclaimed.

You froze and dropped the book you were holding onto the desk. "Please repeat that, Professor. I'm afraid my hearing is a bit wonky these days."

"You should tutor Kuroo!" he repeated. "Lunch is about to start, so everyone may leave. Y/N, I expect you to help Kuroo raise his grades."

You and Kuroo left the room, side-by-side.

"There's no way you purposely failed that test to get me to tutor you, did you?" you asked.

"Who knows?" he questioned with a smirk.

Truth was, he did fail on purpose to get time with you. But it wasn't because he had a crush on you.

He didn't do crushes. It was difficult for him to get attached to someone because no one was worth his time.

"Your technique is all wrong," you critiqued. "Why do you move your arm around like a dead worm?"

After class, you immediately dragged him to a corner of the library to coach him.

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "You're meaner than you look," he said. "Everyone thinks you're this saint, but you're really not."

You raised an eyebrow. "I think I'm pretty nice."

"If you're nice, then go out with me," he countered.

"I'm not that nice."

"Are you sure? I'm pretty cute," he said.

"That's a good joke," you retorted.

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, but I actually do have a good joke. Why did the ketchup blush?"

"I don't know. I don't like ketchup."

"He saw the salad dressing."

You blinked. "That's...horrible. Are you a dad? You're making dad jokes!"

"Hey, they're good! Look, look, I have another one, okay? What's the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball? A man will actually search for a golf ball."

You snorted. "Okay, that's actually—" You started laughing. "That's actually pretty funny."

Kuroo never noticed how cute your laugh and snort was. He liked it when you loosened up around him, so he continued to tell bad jokes.

"Stop making me laugh!" you scolded. "I'm supposed to be tutoring you!"

Kuroo laughed in return. "Think of this as a break!"

"We've had a ten-minute break with me laughing and you telling jokes!"

Other students in the library were starting to get annoyed with the two. At first, they were intrigued by you spending time with Kuroo, but they started to get annoyed with how loud you were.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Kuroo responded.

"Maybe. Unless you're actually failing Charms."

"I'm not. I'm actually smart, you know."

You hummed. "No, I don't think I know."

"Will you go out with me?" he asked again.

It was so sudden, that you didn't know what to say. And when you looked at how serious he was, you nearly agreed.

But you had never dated someone before, and Kuroo was known for being a player.

"No," you said softly. "But for good reason. Maybe you should ask out someone else? Like you said, you're a catch."

He nodded. His mouth felt a bit dry and there was a bad taste in his mouth. He felt a bit uncomfortable but understood what you meant.

The two of you met in your first year, but you only knew him through Yaku. Their families knew each other, so they grew up together.

You and Kuroo weren't close to each other, but if you were around Yaku, Kuroo would normally appear to tease him.

Along the way, he got intrigued by how you never gave him the time of day.

The Winter Ball was coming up. Students were asking each other out left and a right. Everywhere you turned, a student would be asking another student to attend the ball with them.

"Are you going to ask anyone to the ball, Yaku?" you asked as you sat down next to him in the library.

He suddenly seemed frigid. "No!" he exclaimed.

"Shh!" the librarian angrily shushed.

"You seem very eager about that. It's all right. You don't have to tell me anything."

He fidgeted with the ends of his robes. "Y/N, do you want to go to the ball with me?"

Yaku liked you. It wasn't hard to tell, and while you could picture a relationship with him, you weren't ready for one.

You froze, the book in your hand balancing on the spine. "I wasn't planning on going to the dance. I don't like loud, crowded places," you explained. "Sorry. It's definitely not you. Um—let's just study, okay?"

He felt dejected, but it was better than you rejecting him for another person. He nodded and opened his book.

Kuroo looked up from the couch in the common room once he heard the door open. You casually walked in, waving to others with a book wedged into your armpit.

He got up from the couch and walked over to you. You paused as he stood in front of you with his signature smirk.

"Do you want to go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked.

"Yaku didn't put you up to this, right?" you asked.

"No. Did he do something?"

"He asked me to the dance, like, an hour ago. I'm going to tell you what I told him. I'm not planning on going," you said. "Dances aren't my thing. I'll just be in the common room."

You turned around and headed up to your dorm.

Dances weren't Kuroo's scene, either, but he asked because he wanted to get to know you better. But, he didn't mind the idea of spending time with you alone while the others were at a dance.

Kuroo left the common room to find Yaku to get some answers. Because Kuroo wasn't stupid—regardless of how people thought—he knew Yaku would be in the library.

"Do you like Y/N?" Kuroo asked as he approached him.

Yaku nodded, looking up from his seated position. "Yeah, I do. Do you?"

Kuroo scoffed. "I don't know. She's pretty cool though."

"Who knows? Maybe she'll actually end up liking you—when pigs fly," Yaku added.

Kuroo scoffed. "She'd definitely pick me."

The boys stared each other down silently.

On the day of the dance, you were left alone in the common room. The fire was going and you had a book on your lap.

It was quiet and peaceful, and you liked it. Until two bumbling idiots ran down the stairs while arguing with each other.

You looked up from your book. "Really, boys? You couldn't have gone to the dance like the others?"

"Well, the girl we asked didn't want to go," Kuroo retorted as he jumped over the couch and sat next to you.

Yaku quietly sat on your other side. You closed your book and placed it on the table in front of you.

"Fair point," you said as you waved your wand to turn on the radio.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

"What are you doing?" Yaku asked.

"Taking a nap. We're not going anywhere," you retorted.

The two boys looked at each other as you drifted off to sleep. You didn't mind their company as long as neither of them bothered you—mainly Kuroo.

"She'll never date you," Yaku said.

"How do you know that? I'm a catch. I bet she'll date me."

"I doubt that. I have a better chance than you," Yaku retorted.

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "A midget like you would never win."

The two began to quietly bicker with each other. They were rivals, after all, and this was only the beginning.

[the-journal-of-liliare]

Entry 1: The First Day of School.

I got a journal for school. Something to write down my thoughts as I go. Keep my head straight I guess. I signed up to the school as a half-elf. It's my usual form anyhow, so I was sure it would be fine. I didn't know that the school would have 4 people to a dorm though. That may be a problem. Could be worse though. Siofra is one of my roommates! Dormmates? Roommate. I don't know what to call it.

But if Mai or Edmond finds out about me, I'll be in a ton of trouble. I don't even know why I lied on my entry papers! What was I thinking? I mean, if they weren't gonna trust a changeling before, now I've just made them trust me even less if they find out. And sure I don't want to be associated with my mom but that's a bad excuse. I'm a dunce is what it is.

My other two roommates. They're . . . Interesting. Mai seems nice for the most part I suppose. She's saying she's sleepy all the time, which is odd. She seems able to sleep very easily. She even fell asleep during a combat demonstration! One that we were part of, not even just watching. And she was standing up! 

The other roommate is Edmond something Tupo. I don't know if that's how you spell his name but that's what it sounded like. But he always says the last bit with a weird inflection. "Tupoooooo" Like he doesn't know when to end his own name or something! He's awful. He has a hugely inflated ego and claims he's "temporarily sharing a room." He says that some paperwork got messed about. Says he should have his own private dorm. I'm not sure, but I don't think there are any private dormitory rooms. I kind of hope he's right though. If he is, we won't have to deal with him much longer. He called Mai a trogladyte.

The dorms are spacious. They're bigger inside than should be possible. Basically a four bedroom home, despite the doors in the hallways being inches apart from each another. There's a couple rules. No pets, no breaking things, no casting dispel magic (that makes sense. Who knows what kind of magic is in there) and no bags of holding in the rooms. The note said this could result in banishment to the Astral plane, which feels like an intense punishment for something as small as a bag of holding. There's also a talking statue that can hear and see us called a P.A. I'm glad it has a blindfold. I don't like that it can see us.

We had an assembly after we settled in a bit. Somehow Edmond got there before us even though he was still in his room when we left for it. Maybe he can teleport? Or there's something up with his room. I may check it out later. There was a teacher there when we arrived, somehow late. Professor Hector. He's some old hero or something from years and years ago. Lifetimes really. It's no fair that elves get to live so long! But then again, when I die I won't be long forgotten by the masses. Maybe that's a blessing. Or maybe a curse. Really I'm not exactly in it for the fame. Though what I want may require the fame. He's had the fame and glory, and yet no know around now knows him. I don't. Mai seemed to recognize him, but she couldn't name him. Just said he was a really old hero. Or maybe villain?

He had us three girls, me, Siofra, and Mai, come up to help with a combat demonstration. He wanted us to land a hit on him. We landed a ton, including me tripping him with Unseen Servant, but he kept saying it wasn't good enough! He wanted to to be creative and show "showmanship". So we started theatrically taunting him. He caught my whip at one point and used it to make an H on the ground in flammable liquid of some sort. He gave the whip right back though even though we were fighting. Showmanship. Well we thought we got the last laugh. Siofra and I taunted him, then he tried to dodge an arrow from Mai by moving his head. But she was aiming for his ankle! I thought we had suitably demonstrated. But he gave us a D+! I didn't even think we were being graded! Maybe we insulted him too hard. I'll try to dispute the grade later I suppose. When he's in a better mood.

I'm just glad Siofra is in my dorm with me. I don't think I could handle things if she wasn't. I've only been gone from home two weeks, and only at the school for a day and I already miss home. I miss my dad. I'll need to write a letter to him as well I suppose. I'll hear back from him in a couple weeks if I do it tonight and send it in the morning.

Notes and Links

the first session was amazing! i loved it and i can't wait to play more! exploring our dorm (what little we did) was great and i love Professor Hector so much, even though we got a D+ is all.

i have a lore post, which also includes background information about li'Liare! writing a journal entry is kinda hard honestly. trying to figure out how she would write and what to include or not include was an interesting process! i elected to write it as a personal journal, not something people who aren't her are supposed to see. the unfortunate side effect is that there's stuff she assumes that you as a reader don't know. i wouldn't mind feedback on that though. im not sure that's the way to go

[foreveryoung7596]

First, let me share to you a story on how my college life in Letran began. Well, Letran was really not included in my choice of schools. There was none, actually. I haven't applied in any other school aside from UST. The choices I made were Financial Management and Information Technology. I took the exam, and I failed.

It was the only time we looked for other schools- a Dominican school. We went to Siena, Angelicum, and Letran to ask for fees and programs offered. At first, I didn't like the ambiance of the place outside the campus-the Intramuros itself. It seemed to me that I was in jail. The school that I liked was Siena. Maybe because it is managed by Dominican Sisters. I told mom about it and she agreed but still said to think of it very well.

I cannot think of where to take the exam until the school year was fast approaching. I chose Letran. I applied for the entrance exam with the same choice I made in UST, took the exam and passed. I also passed the interview.. and that was the start of my college life.

They say, college has never been so easy. Indeed, it is! First 2 years were okay until I reached 3rd year. I began to get failing grades and INCs. I cried when I first encountered such. I somehow lost hope. I somehow thought that I was already a failure. Negativity began to fill my mind but realizations hit me. It was just the beginning of my struggles, and that there is more to come. So, I chose to continue and began to hold on to that one word. HOPE. I believe and I know that I'll get through this, and that I'm still going to reach the finish line... and here I am now, I am about to graduate to the program that is my ONLY choice-Financial Management.

Why financial management? I really don't know. I just based my choice of program/course to the NCAE results. The top 3 were Financial Analyst, Real Estate Broker, and religious vocation/spiritual adviser/guidance counselor (I can't remember which).

I won't be able to reach this far without His Divine Providence, and of course, the support of my family, most especially my mom who has been so patient with me since day 1. My professors, most especially Dr. Agaton and Dr. Salonga, who became my "mom" during my stay in the Colegio. Ma'am Mhelot who has been so accomodating during enrollement and whenever I go to the dean's office. Our dearest dean, Kenji Asano, Jr., who has been so good to me. Thank you.

Lastly, the CFL-Youth community for existing and for being one of the instruments to know and experience more of God. Without His unconditional love, guidance, and LIGHT, and without you, guys.. I may be still in darkness until now. Thank you.

Thank you, Letran, for being my home for 5 years (supposed to be 6 years but I applied LOA for a year).

I am about to enter the next chapter of my life-the ADULTING life. So, help me, God!

Siempre Arriba! Siempre Letran!

SANCHO, Celine Arielle R.

4141209

BSBA-Financial Management

Finally, GRADWAITING!!!

[1dimagineclub]

Niall Imagine

** TRIGGER WARNING! This imagine mentions Self Harm and Eating Disorders. This could possibly be a trigger. I don’t know if it is or not but if you are depressed in any way or can’t handle sad things, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS! Please Stay Strong.**

“The Girl that believe in Any Act is Wrong”

Niall came into the class and left his briefcase on the table while the students entered and sat in their respective seat. The last to arrive was, strangely, (Y/N) who smiled shyly closing the door and sitting in the front. Since he began teaching at the high school the last year, she had been by far his best student, her words always kept him stuck until he finished reading her essay or story or work. Each and every one of them. She was not the popular girl in school, as it was Alison, she didn’t attract the attention of the guys (he had never seen one looking at her) and her clothes were a pretty accurate reflection of her personality which she also reflected in her work. She reminded him a bit like a character in a serie that his sister liked, Cassie from Skins, always with clothes that looked from the fifties, always with soft colors and pastel tones, usually wide sweaters and jackets with sleeves that were too long for her. She was the cutest girl he had ever known. He shook his head and began the class.

“Well guys, I would like you to write a special essay, I want to work on descriptions and for this I want you to write one describing yourself. At least one sheet - people started to snort.- I want it for Friday but you can start now.”

(Y/N) opened his notebook and began writing while he was looking at the class, observing students work. He smiled because of how hard they worked on his subject. He knew the fame that had among his students, they all love the professor Horan, perhaps it was because he had graduated long before what a person normally do because he had entered college two years before than normal for being ahead in school and therefore his age was closer to them or maybe it was because he was trying to treat his students as he would have liked to have been treated during his years of school. When he reached the desk of his favourite student he couldn’t restrain himself from standing beside her to see what she was writing and just when (Y/N) was writing the last sentence of the page the sleeve of her sweater was raised to half her forearm revealing a skin covered in wounds and scars. Niall opened his eyes, she looked up and looked scared, he lowered his head and kept walking. The bell rang louder than usual and (Y/N) rushed to collect her things .

“(Y/N), can you stay a few minutes? - she sighed and nodded waiting for the class to empty . - I … I’ve seen your arm …

"Listen Mr. Horan, it’s nothing, don’t worry - her voice was sweet and quiet - I’m fine-she said.”

“No , you’re not ” he closed the door and walked over to her lifting up her left arm sleeve. “This is not a good sign I don’t know what led you to do this to yourself but you know Miss Perkins wouldn’t mind chatting with you” she pulled her arm from his hand aggressively.

“I don’t need to ‘chat’ with anyone, Mr. Horan, and I already told you I’m perfectly fine, now and if you don’t mind, do your job and leave me alone"  she took two steps towards the door.

“I’m your teacher, I didn’t want to get to this point but I want to talk to your parents , if you don’t help me with this, then it’s my duty to alert your parents” she growled .

“Do what you want, you’ll get nothing from my parents” she reached the doorknob turning her head one last time, all the traces of her aggressiveness had disappeared of her face to be replaced by a deep sadness “I thought you were different, Mr. Horan , I was wrong again.”

When school finished that day , Niall asked for (Y/N)’s file for the phone number of the father. A quick call and he got an appointment for the next day at midday . Her father sounded strict and looked surprised for his call, He wasn’t even sure what they would say, in fact he was scared of their reaction. But the next day her parents were promptly in front of his office and he had to talk one way or another.

“Good morning… Well, I wanted to talk to you about your daughter, well, of course I want to talk about your daughter it just that… your daughter” he sounded stupid, his words didn't even make sense and her facer raised and eyebrow “Well I’ve noticed some strange behavior, she doesn’t seem to have friends or … ” his dialogue was interrupted

“Her grades have remained just as high as ever, Mr. Horan” argued his mother.

“Yes but I ’m not here just to talk about ratings , lady, my duty as a teacher …”

“Listen Mr. Horan” interrupts her father now" (Y/N) has kept impeccable notes so far, if that doesn’t change we don’t care, we don’t get into the private life of our daughter , she is already old enough to learn what she has to do. Now if you’ll excuse us , my wife and I have a busy life to attend, (Y/N) you should use the rest of the time to study" her father took her mother ’s hand and they went out of the office, Niall wanted to thank them but he din’t receive a single handshake.

“I said it wouldn’t work, my parents are … special ” she said , her voice soft as always , Niall sat back down .

“I’ll tell you what, I want to help you, (Y/N) , I’m really worried about you, why don’t we go out for a coffee after class and talk ” (Y/N) looked at him, his blue eyes shone, asking for accepting and she nodded.

“Okay, we can talk later.”

“Great, and please , call me Niall.”

“Well then? What do you do on your free time? ” she smiled looking at the table, then lifted her head and looked at him.

“Niall I’m weird , infinitely rare , you wouldn’t understand.”

“Well, try me , most people say I’m very smart ” she laughed,

“I like reading, I like to write , I like to sing , I like Alice in Wonderland , I like weird movies , I hate Disney princesses , I hate sports, I like the rain , I like storms , I like the green , I like clothes, I do not like jewelry , I like jellies, I hate candies , I hate the silence” she whispered" And I think there’s always a wrong thing in any act.

“Those are too many things” he paused.

“Have I gone mad? ” he smiles and quotes the famous book by Lewis Carrol

“I’m afraid so , you’re entirely bonkers . But I’ll tell you a secret, all the best people are." She smiles , a smile he had never seen on her before, as if he’d just give her the best news in the world.

"Curious, very curious” she murmured blushing still quoting the book.

“ Do you do that a lot?”  she lifted her head and looked at him.

“Do what?”

“Quote books” She looked back at the table and shruged.

“I quote everything I love. I like to think I’m a mixture of all the things I love : books, movies, characters , colors, smells and even tastes . I have a pink sweater that reminds me of cotton candy.” He laughed and she laughed with him, she looked as if she had just discovered the sun.

“Okay, good thing , let’s continue with all that list… you like thunderstorms and rain? That doesn’t seem much of your style” she looked at him and smiled bright as a shooting star.

“Well , storms are like me, they are practically unpredictable and powerful and, just like the rain, they are both noisy which means that there is no silence. Silence is awful” he didnt ask why she hated silence.

“You’re a good writer … ” he tested then she turned to look at him, her eyes boring into the depths of his soul.

“Thank you , writing is my best form of expression , I do it all the time, it’s very natural for me.

"Writing is a good way to escape” and with that she knew where he wanted to take it.

“Sounds like you know a lot of ways to escape” he smiled, she didn’t miss a thing.

“It is true, I do know some escape routes.”

“We all have to run at one time or another , don’t we?” He nodded , whenever she talked she seemed to loose literary quotes , she made him want to play guitar and sing again.

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“What is yours?” She broke the awkward silence.

“Excuse me?” her eyes sparkled.

“Your escape route, what it is?”

“Music - answered him without even know.

"Do you compose?” She tilted her head to one side, a gesture that indicated she was thinking and the she smiled broadly" I’d like to hear something from you" he sighed.

“Someday, actually right now I’m more interested to talk about these wounds on your arms” (Y/N) ’s expression of joy dissapeared from her face.

“Oh … well , I told you that there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t think that there is nothing to worry about, there must be something that makes you do what you’re doing.”

“I won’t talk about this with you, nor you or anyone else so don’t waste your time” He clenched his jaw .

“Look I’ll tell you one thing” his tone was suddenly hard and she continued to stare at the table “ I’ve been told numerous times that I’m a shit and good for nothing and I learned to realize that many people in this world have the only purpose to hurt us, we are all worth something and when I was deep in my shit no one came to save me and I wished over and over that they did. I didn’t get to the point where you are but I need you to know that I ’m not giving up, I won’t give up on you, I believe in you, I believe you can succeed and do great things, you can’t keep going down, and if no one has ever tended a helping hand, well, here I am to hold you strong” he reached out and grabed her hand “ I won’t let you go, (Y/N), you have to trust me.” She looked at their joined hands and blinked away tears forming on her eyes.

Since that day (Y/N) and Niall spoke every day , of course nobody knew but they began to keep a strong friendship. Niall offered her his home to study and be more comfortable that in the library. On weekends they met at Niall’s house and he helped her with some subjects and watched movies and talked and their friendship became stronger and stronger. Niall received her early on Saturday mornings half asslep in pajama bottoms and then he returned to bed with (Y/N)’s laughing as background. And sometimes, when her parents were on a business trip, she slept at his home wrapped in a lot of blankets ( Niall had learned that her eating disorder forced her to always be very stuffy). The Irish boy learned how to hold her, hugging her from behind and keeping her arms fixed to the sides of her body to prevent her from hurting herself, when her demons returned and she cried looking for something sharp. And he learned to not let her go to the bathroom after eating and he distinguished between the thousands of colors in her eyes when she was sad ,when she had cut herself, when she needed a cuddle. He learned all of it, or almost everything because (Y/N) was infinite, unknowable, but still he learned how she put her hair behind one ear when studying or how she covered her mouth when she laughed. Even one day they discussed her theory that in any act is always something wrong and she won as always because her words were always wise and he couldn’t even think properly in front of her.

“You really think is always something wrong in any act?” She laughed.

“Yes, I belive so” Niall looked at her with an eyebrow raised “What? It’s true! Prove me”

“What is wrong right now? What is wrong in the act of us being here together talking” She smiled wide.

“That’s a very easy one, in our friendship everything is wrong from the way we meet to the fact that I shouldn’t be here: we are teacher and student.” He sighed.

“Well, that’s true… What about a dinner with your parent? What is wrong with that?” She tilted her head thinking but it took her no time to respond.

“I’m not confortable with my parents and they’ll probably say something that will hurt me so… yeah”

“What if I had a girlfriend? What about that?”

“Well, I dont know since I dont know your girlfriend because she doesnt exist… but maybe you’ll hate something about her or maybe she won’t be the one, or maybe your parent don’t like her…”

“Ok, ok, I give up, you win, my wise girl.” And he hugged her tight and kissed her head because that was probably the thing he loved about her the most: her ideas.

Everything was perfect but one day… One day she came home with empty eyes and he knew something was infinitely bad, his special girl sat staring at the sofa and she hold his hand without force. She smiled weakly and snuggled into his chest.

“I’m leaving” she whispered, and a shiver ran through his body .

“What?” he looked into her eyes and she smiled. That was when he knew she had taken a lot of pills. The brunette ’s eyes overflowed with tears when he picked her up and took her to his car to the hospital but she was already unconscious when they arrived . After that day of tears and lavage and whys Niall knew he was in love. (Y/N) woke with an Irish hand clutching hers, she smiled even though her parents had not yet arrived. They were on a business trip, as always, and would not arrive until the next day, they apparently had difficulties to catch a flight .

“What does a raven have in common with a writing desk? ” she asked and he smiled back quoting Alice.

“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast… ” she arched her eyebrows letting him continue" One, I’m going to leave my hole, two I will trust everyone, three I will be a teacher for teenagers, four I’ll teach young people the power of words, five I’ll have a favourite student, six I will fall in love with a girl whose words have more power than a sword and whose soul is more broken than mine" she smiled and her smile turned to laughter, laughter accompanied by tears, he stood up and stroked her cheek and then he leaned in and kissed her and there wasn’t a thing wrong in it even though she was the one that believed that in any act is always something wrong.

[magichcuse]

{¤} Alroy's seafoam green eyes flicker with confusion and fear, unsure about the mess he'd just awakened. He would wipe Dedrick's tears, but he doubts the other boy would want anyone to come near him...at least, that's what he would think. Does he know anything about Dedrick at all anymore?

"Well, maybe ye should have used your words! Here I thought ye were hiding away from everyone because ye wanted to be left alone, but apparently, ye were begging for attention the whole time! I know we're magical, but did ye expect me to read your mind?"

Averting his gaze, Alroy's own eyes gloss over with unshed tears.

"Besides, w‐why would I want to be friends with ye when ye spend all your time around the person who's been psychologically damaging me for years? H-How could I befriend someone willing to come to the defense of the same person who beats my sister down and tried take her big brother away from her? How am I supposed to look ye in the eye and trust ye, e-especially when all ye do is whinge about how no one is trustworthy?"

Forcing himself to hold back his tears, Alroy continues to confront Dedrick.

"I don't blame Vivian. Walter hasn't ever been too nice to her either and now she's the school's shame...what kind of brother just divulges all of his sister's deepest secrets to her worst enemy? Did ye want to see her life get destroyed?" Alroy glares at Dedrick, "Well, congratulations! Ye did it! Aren't ye proud of yourself?"

Speaking of Vivian, she's been searching up and down the halls for Dedrick. She knew something bad was going to happen the next time he saw that brunette spawn of Satan. This is why she urged her brother to stay at home (not like he cared about his grades anyway), not even thinking about possibly needing him to come to her defense. Vivian didn't want to place that burden on Dedrick, especially when he already has far too much to worry about.

The sound of Dedrick's crying immediately catches Vivian's attention, sprinting towards it without a second thought. She could have teleported over (and she probably should have), but her instincts overcame her logic in that moment.

Unfortunately, Dedrick's voice also summoned the one who caused all of this chaos to begin with. Before Vivian could reach her brother, another scarlet splatter adorns the wall Dedrick had been leaning against. If Walter could see his ex-boyfriend in the shadowy depths, he would have chosen a more convenient spot to torment Vivian.

"This is YOUR fault, you worthless bitch."

Vivian winces at the physical pain, though she doesn't give Walter the satisfaction of making her cry.

"Oh, really? Last time I checked, you were the one who betrayed my brother by spreading rumors in his name."

Walter hits Vivian with another spell, this time knocking her to the ground. Her emergency potions shatter in her backpack, drenching the food she didn't get to eat because she couldn't stay in her father's classroom like she usually would. He had an important training session and hired a substitute to fill in for the day. Her wand falls out of her hand, which Walter promptly grabs.

"I did that out of love. I didn't want him to be associated with the potion professor's mistake."

The wand snaps in half, the broken pieces falling to the ground. Walter grins like the Cheshire cat, feeling unstoppable in this moment.

All Vivian can bare to do is glare into Walter's cold eyes. Not like she could do much of anything else anyway.

"You have a very twisted definition of love." she scoffs, "Besides, Dedrick is perfectly capable of distancing himself from me if he wanted to. He doesn't need you to be his personal bodyguard."

Grin slipping off of Walter's face, he closes in on Vivian and continues to growl at her.

"You've been trying to steal Dedrick away from me since I first met him! All you care about is hoarding him for yourself."

The statement gets a harsh chuckle out of Vivian.

"It's difficult to 'steal someone away' when you won't even let me stand within a five foot radius from him. It sounds like you're projecting your insecurities onto me."

Walter snaps. He flings Vivian around like a ragdoll, unknowingly throwing her a foot away from Dedrick. This prompts Alroy to teleport out of the area to find an adult. Goodness knows what Walter would do to him if he chose to intervene.

"I'm all Dedrick needs. Once he's no longer legally tied to that man who barely qualifies as his father, I'll be all he has." Walter looms over Vivian, "All you are is an obstacle. Can't you see that Dedrick would have never and will never want to have anything to do with you? The only reason he's even in the same building as you is because he has to be."

Walter's wand is pointed towards Vivian, emitting a blinding light.

"Such a shame...you're willing to die for him, but he's not going to be showing up at your funeral." {¤}

magichcuse​:

“Alright, Mr. Tough Guy—why, outta all the people ye could’ve chosen, did ye pick WALTER to open up to?”

“That’d be like if I said—oy, I dunno how to swim. Why don’t I jump into the middle of the f***ing Atlantic ocean?! And ye call ME the ‘idiot’. I wear these thick as feck spectacles and even I could see the red flags from a mile away! Forget rose colored glasses, ye must’ve been wearing a god damn blindfold!”

“I was goin’ to tell ye 'fore ye messed the hell up, but I thought 'Oh, Dedrick is too smart to open up to the most toxic person in school! His walls are so thick that won’t even let himself in!’ Apparently, I expected too much from ye. It astonishes me how ye can just disown your sweet and carin’ sister while ye simp for the King of all Jerks! I thought ye hated those guys! Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, seein’ how much ye look down upon people who actually have a carin’ bone in their body. Ye blather on about the jerks of the world because ye hate lookin’ at your own reflection.”

{ ☆ } Honestly, Dedrick had expected some backlash from all the rumors; the lies and slander and… heart-wrenching reveals. It was only a matter of time before someone got on his case over what happened, over the part he had played in it all, however unwillingly. He just hadn’t expected it to be Alroy of all people, hence why a brow raises slightly, head following suit as he leans against the wall, draped in the secluded darkness behind the school. Go figure that Glasses would be able to spot him, even with the surplus of shadow surrounding him. Still, despite being able to teleport at any moment, Dedrick remains where he is.

Arms crossed and gaze unamused, brows lowered and mouth set in a firm line, his grip on his sleeves grows even tighter, blood-stained knuckles pale from the force of his hold. Ebony locks are uncharacteristically disheveled, bangs shading his tired eyes and further disguising the dark circles underneath dull, dark forest hues. Feathers bristle the more that Alroy rants, jaw tightening and eyes narrowing further with every fervent, hurtful word. Fingers are digging past his sleeve now, gripping onto feathers past the fabric as hands begin to tremble.

He hates this. Hates everything that’s happened, hates how he stupidly set it in motion, hates Alroy for calling him out on it, hates how- how despite everything, he still- … he still feels like- WHY does he still- He hates FEELING THIS WAY. He hasn’t felt this terribly, this utterly dejected and rejected since he was younger. Since before he learned how the world really works. Since before he had built those ‘thick’ walls meant to protect, to prevent it from happening ever again. To prevent him from feeling like such a weak, helpless, pathetic—

“I’M AN IDIOT, ALRIGHT?!” Dedrick snaps, words erupting from his chest without his realization, tears springing to his eyes and burning like acid as they threaten to slip down his cheeks. Blurring Alroy’s angry expression, it’s still engrained perfectly in his mind even as he vehemently continues, “Is that what you want to hear? Huh?! Want me to admit that the ONE time I decided to trust someone, the ONE GOD DAMN TIME I decided to believe they wouldn’t let me down, I- I chose the wrong person! Well, maybe if Walter wasn’t the only one who ever gave me the fucking time of day, who EVER seemed like he cared about me, maybe I wouldn’t have latched on so much like a FUCKING IDIOT!” 

Chest is heaving, bruised hands clenched at his sides as tears freely stream down his face. This isn’t the first time Dedrick has cried over Walter, hardly, and it won’t be the last. However, it is the first time he’s had the displeasure of someone witnessing him breaking down. Hell, the only other people who’s seen him in such a raw, vulnerable state is his father, Bones, and- But that hardly matters. He doesn’t plan on letting this happen. Not again. NEVER AGAIN. 

“Because shocking as this may be, I’m not the best judge of character! That tends to happen when you spend all your time alone you insensitive, judgmental, oblivious PRICK! I don’t recall you ever giving me a second glance until I was associated with Walter! Or my ‘sweet, caring sister’ who— newsflash —is only my business because her dad loves mine! If they weren’t together, then I’d mean NOTHING to her! If I hadn’t been with Walter, I’d be nothing to YOU!” A step is taken forward, jabbing a finger against Alroy’s chest as he spats, “Walter was there for me when no one else was! He was there for me when he didn’t have to be! HE cared about me before ANY OF YOU ASSHOLES even gave a shit that I was alive!” 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t as he seemed… and Dedrick hadn’t wanted to see it.

Swallowing thickly, hand shakily lowers as he takes a few steps back, volume lowering as he fervently wipes at his eyes, beak scrunching as if disgusted at the tears, at himself, “Go figure that he was a jerk.” He’d HAVE to be in order to care about him without any strings attached. “But it doesn’t matter… because you’re right.” With a shuddery breath, he feels the raging inferno die down to a cold, simmering fire. Reflected in a hard gaze and even harder tone, “About everything.” Including the last part, although Alroy likely didn’t mean it the way it had come across. The way he can’t stand the sight of his reflection, of green eyes and pale feathers that mirror the very person who started it all. 

The very person who left him at Theo’s doorstep; the first one to let him down.

Eyes narrow further as fists clench, fresh cracks on his knuckles finally breaking once more and allowing scarlet droplets to slide down and stain mussed plumage, the same scarlet adorning the wall he’d been leaning against, hidden within the veil of shadow. If even Alroy believes it, then it really must be true… The things he had known all along but stupidly allowed himself to forget, to hope wasn’t the case. Didn’t have to be. 

“I’m better off alone.” { ☆ }