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[ravenbrenna09]

Sobbe Hogwarts AU that I’m eventually going to write

Oh, why did I do this to myself? It’s 1 am and I have work at 10am and I want to get up early to ACTUALLY get some work done and... what am I doing? Writing this. 

Here you go.

Have an excerpt of the Sobbe Hogwarts AU that I’m eventually going to write.

*flips computer*

I NEED TO GO TO BED. GOODNIGHT Y’ALL

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He needed to get out of here. 

There were too many people in the Ravenclaw Common Room, too many bodies, too much noise. His girlfriend of the month, Shelby, a nice Hufflepuff with brown hair and soft lips, was trying to drag him up to his dorm, pressing heated kisses against his neck and her hands getting lower, and he was running out of excuses and she was getting frustrated at his lack of wanting sex. When the rest of the Common Room, the rest of the victory party, had shouted out into cheers as Jens chugged half a dozen butterbeer and Shelby looked away from him, Robbe bolted out of the door, fleeing the tower.

Jana was still pissed at him and Robbe couldn’t blame her. He did pretty much fuck up the past three weeks for her and he couldn’t stand being in the same room as her, feeling like he didn’t deserve her friendship or any of her forgiveness. What he did was fucked up. He didn’t think that it would… blow up as it had. He wanted to be alone, away from the Ravenclaw Common room where he didn’t have the expectations of a boyfriend who should be having sex with his girlfriend after such a victorious victory against Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup. He wanted to be somewhere quiet, where he can mellow out and get his head back on straight. 

But, his favorite, go-to classroom, the one that the boys could never find him in was occupied. 

By Sander Driesen.

Sander Driesen was a sixth year Slytherin that was a couple of years above him. And he had a younger sister, Camille, a Ravenclaw, who was two years below Robbe. And, his cousin, Amber, was a Hufflepuff. The boy wasn’t a prefect and he wasn’t on the Slytherin Quidditch team, but everyone seemed to know him. Being best friends with Senne de Smet, a sixth-year Gryffindor, helped a bit, even with his silent, tortured-artist thing that he had going on. 

Sander was sitting on one of the desks near the window, which had been pushed open, letting in the warm summer night air. His brown hair was pushed off his forehead, his Slytherin robes were draped over a chair, exposing the pair of denim jeans and the Twisted Sisters shirt and the boots on his feet, where his wand was sticking out of his boots. There was a joint dangling on the edge of his fingertips, smoke billowing from his lips.

Lips… that he was definitely staring at a little too long.

“Umm,” Robbe mumbled, his throat suddenly dry.

Sander barely looked up, “You going to stand there gaping or are you going to shut the door?” Robbe stepped inside the classroom, closing the door behind him. It shut quietly and Robbe felt himself take a breath, trying to steady himself, before turning. “And, make sure you lock it too. The last thing I want to see is some couple on the verge of fucking come in from the Ravenclaw Common Room.” 

And, he locked it too. 

“What are you doing here?” Robbe questioned. 

Sander’s eyes flickered up to him, bright green, piercing through the darkness. “Why? You the abandoned classroom manager?” 

Robbe chuckled. “No,” he whispered, moving towards him. Sander chuckled, shaking his head. The last of his joint was in his fingertips, but there was a bag next to his thigh and another wrap. As if sensing this, Sander smashed out the ash and moved to make another joint, pulling the weed from the plastic bag and sorting it up with expert precision. “I just always come here, been coming here for years, and I’ve never seen you here before.” 

“There are infinite parts of the castle to explore, Robbe,” the Slytherin spoke, uncaring as he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sure that it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon your hiding place and it just so happened to be me right now. Besides,” he looked up, a mischevious look on his face. “I’m pretty sure that I’ll find some other secret corner of the castle and you’ll have this one all back to yourself.”

His fingers rolled up the joint and he raised it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet the end of the seal. Robbe felt his breathing get a little deeper and Sander moved to pull out his wand, only to find Robbe’s a breath away, a small blue fire on the end. The blue hue lit up Sander’s features, bathing his face with blue embers, and he grinned, bright, brilliant, and absolutely contagious, reaching out to light the joint on the end. 

Once the joint was lit and the other end was back in his mouth, Sander inhaled deeply, exhaling smoke from his lips. 

Robbe banished the blue flame and slipped his wand back into his sleeve. 

“So, Robbe,” Sander spoke up, exhaling smoke through his lips. “Why aren’t you back in the Ravenclaw Common Room?” He reached out, the joint in his fingertips, extending it towards Robbe, who stared at it with wide eyes like it was a grenade. “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it. You just saw me make it.” 

“I wasn’t thinking that at all,” Robbe spoke up, reaching up to take it from his fingertips. “Thank you,” he whispered. Sander grinned at him, leaning back on the desk and looking out the window. The moonlight that poured in from outside caught him the right way. He looked like he was glowing, an angel without his wings, and Robbe suddenly felt his chest grow lighter as he forced out, “I just… I didn’t know that you knew my name.” 

“Kind of hard not to know your name,” Sander replied, leaning forward. Robbe coughed, not expecting the response. Sander must’ve noticed, because he quickly added, “Especially after that game. I’m sure Jens is proud right now that you’re his best friend. Beating Slytherin when Gryffindor couldn’t.” 

Robbe scoffed, remembering the betrayed look that had plastered across his friend’s face last week, when he had told him what he had done. He inhaled the smoke, letting it sit in his lungs before he exhaled. Sander watched him, carefully, reaching out to take the joint when he offered it back. “Jens doesn’t want anything to do with me.” 

“Because of what happened with Jana?” Sander questioned. Robbe looked at him. “Jens talked to Senne. I just so happened to be there with him.” Robbe rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Great. If Senne and Sander knew, it was likely that the entire school knew. But, as long as no one knew… why he had done what he had done, he was good. “But, I get it. It must be hard, being in love with your best friend.”

Robbe’s eyes snapped up as Sander pushed himself off the table, the joint still in his lips. 

“What are you talking about?” Robbe questioned. 

Sander gave him a look, moving towards him. “Robbe,” Sander replied, tilting his head to the side. “You might think that you have everyone fooled. But, anyone with half a brain and knowing what to look for can see that you are in love with Jens.” Robbe scowled, turning to look down at his feet again. Great. Now, Jens was going to find out. “But, lucky for you, I’m the only one who can see it.”

“What’s the point? Once someone finds out, everyone finds out,” Robbe replied, his voice a little sharper than he had intended it to be. Sander’s eyebrow raised and Robbe ducked his head again. He couldn’t hide it anymore, unable to hide it anymore, and Sander Driesen was pissing him off. He had spent so long hiding his feelings for Jens, trying to be his friend, and now it had all fallen apart at his feet, his friendship, his crush on his best friend, and the only one who paid enough attention to him to notice was a Slytherin who kept to himself and hid in abandoned classrooms. “That’s how it works here.”

“Who says I’m going to tell anyone?” Sander questioned. 

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Sander shrugged his shoulders, slipping his robes back over his shoulders. “I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who doesn’t return your feelings, or, even worse, doesn’t even know,” Sander replied, his voice genuine and sad. Robbe glanced up at Sander, spotting the sadness in his eyes, as he stepped closer to Robbe, almost an arm’s length away. “And, there’s no reason that the Hogwarts Gossip Channels should thrive off of something like that.” 

Robbe nodded his head. 

“Maybe the summer will give you some space that you need to get over him,” Sander offered. “Are you going home for the summer?”

“Yeah,” Robbe replied. Even though, he wasn’t for sure where he would end up. Back home with his mom or off to wherever his dad had run off? Being a Muggleborn student meant that he needed to be careful of his school stuff, like his owl that his parents had gotten him for his eleventh birthday. At least, if he was with his dad, he could keep in touch with his mom… unless she… 

“That’s good,” Sander replied. 

He reached up, offering the joint before spinning it around in his fingers, so the ashing side was facing Sander’s face. The Slytherin’s hand got closer to Robbe’s face as he offered him the joint. Robbe opened his mouth, allowing Sander to place it on his bottom lip. Robbe took a deep breath in, the smoke filling his lungs as he looked up at Sander, whose green eyes were focused on Robbe’s face, on Robbe and Robbe alone. 

“Thank you,” Robbe replied. 

“You’re welcome,” Sander remarked, twisting his hand to put the joint directly in his own lips. He winked at Robbe, causing the latter’s stomach to flutter in his gut, before he was moving to the door to the castle, running his hand through his hair, making it messier and like he had just stepped off a broomstick. “Have a good summer, Robbe. Who knows? I might even owl you if that’s okay?”

“That’s chill,” Robbe replied. Sander grinned, moving to leave, opening the door a part of the way to step out of the classroom. “Sander.” The boy paused, half out the door with an inquisitive look on his face. There was a part of Robbe that wanted him to ask him to stay, to continue passing the joint between them, their feet dangling off the desk, but he shoved it down and settled on, “Have a good summer.”

Sander sent him a wicked grin. “See you in September.” 

And, then, he was gone.

[rayeatsworld]

Just laying here thinking how I'm going to lose my shit when I see Robbe in one of those video calls. Because I lost my senses when Sander appeared so....