#specifically imagining beating this person to death with a stapler

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

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I feel like shit

And im 99% sure its because I'm stressed

I always feel sick when im stressed

But the stress always gets worse now when that happens cuz of covid. Which makes me feel more sick.

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[2k17cashton]

The Yule Ball (Gryffindor!Calum)

heaViLY requested

pairing: reader&Calum

warnings: a bit of heated action at the very end  ;)

word count: 6,190

Summary: second part to the triwizard tournament imagine I posted with gryffindor!calum a while ago, this time taking place at the Yule Ball. 

i suggest you read the first part before you dive into this one 

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Calum. Two weeks of little to no sleep, constant worrying and loss of points for your house because you just couldn’t focus in class. The only thing that is keeping you somehow sane are the letters you sometimes receive. It would be late at night when an owl would come, scratching at your window and delivering a messily scribbled tissue or a piece of paper ripped out of a textbook. It’s little messages, such as “Please come see me” or “My shoulder still hurts, but not as much as missing you does.” Sometimes they would be longer, if he had enough space to write, but he would mostly keep them short.

They weren’t daily letters, they came once every two or three days, but you still cherished them with all your heart. Although you hadn’t sent one back, simply because you had no idea what to say. What could you possibly say? That you’re worried? That you can’t sleep at night? That you try to keep yourself busy with books on top of books but those only make you more distracted? There are no words to describe what you truly feel. You have no idea what to say to him, sometimes you’re not even sure if you want him to come back from the hospital wing because that would mean explaining the reason you never went to visit him and the answer to that is: you simply couldn’t.

It’s weird, the whole situation, it’s just weird. What do an awkward Ravenclaw book nerd and a popular Gryffindor prefect have in common? Not much, most people would say. But the most important reason is, you don’t want to get too attached. That would mean that if he gets hurt, which he has already and most likely will again, you don’t want to suffer along with him. The pain of hurting yourself is pretty bad, but the one of seeing someone you care about hurting is a million times worse. You just wish you would have kept your distance, you would rather have the rude and cocky remarks back, than the emotional attachment.

It’s the 10th of December, which means everyone is slowly preparing for Christmas break. But this year, a lot of people decided to spend Christmas here at Hogwarts, instead of going home to their families. Why, some might ask? Two words: Yule Ball. This year it takes place on Christmas night for the first time since 1994 and it is every girl’s dream to be invited, which mostly means it’s love potion season. Lately everyone has been making a lot of orders from Diagon Alley to Hogwarts, specifically from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes where the stock on Amortentia this time of year is full. The overbearing smell of chocolate mint has been messing with your head and you just want it to stop.

Although you are not entirely sure you want to spend Christmas at Hogwarts, you promised your friends that you would be a part of the Yule Ball committee and help them. It has been helping you though, the distraction. It’s also fun, all the organizing and the making of decorations. Tonight you have to help with the hanging of posters, every person responsible for one wing of the castle.

Quickly tying your hair in a bun, you scurry down the stairs to have breakfast before class starts. Today is a good day, the sun is out and the weather hasn’t been as brutal lately as it was over a week ago. You arrive earlier than usual, so the Ravenclaw table is mostly empty, besides two or three other people. You take a seat somewhere in the middle of the long bench and pour yourself a glass of pumpkin juice, placing the old book you have been carrying around on the table. Breakfast goes by quickly as you eat your toast and block out the sound of every other student entering the Great Hall. That is until you hear the girl sitting in front of you say something to her friends that catches your attention.

“I heard he’s coming back today.” Her tone is overly excited. “They’ve kept him there for over two weeks now, it’s about time they let him come back to school.” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Who?” You mutter silently almost to yourself, but they don’t acknowledge you.

“I can’t wait for the next task, I bet he’ll win again.” Another one giggles.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give for him to ask me to the ball.” The small 14 year old girl flutters her eyelashes.

“He’s so dreamy.” They all agree and sigh in unison and that just makes you even more curious.

“I can’t wait to see him in the second task!”

“Who?” You finally address a bit more loudly and they all look at you.

“Who do you think?” The blonde one rolls her eyes playfully. “Calum Hood! He’s coming back today.”

With wide eyes and a fast beating heart, you nod slowly and excuse yourself from the table, your appetite dying instantly. Walking at a fast pace down the hall, you completely ignore Peeves’ laughter and dash upstairs to the library.

 *

 You have not seen him yet, it’s already noon and you still have not heard a word from him. People talk, the word spread around quickly, you know he’s back, pretty much everyone does by this point. Sybill even came to gush and tell you he asked for you, but you told her you’d look for him later, not wanting to give her other explanations.

Breathing in deeply, you go outside and place your wand inside of your boot, stepping on the Quidditch field. This year you have finally been chosen on the Ravenclaw team and you couldn’t be happier. It took you two years of try-outs, but now you finally got your spot as a Chaser.

Stepping onto the frozen grass, you listen to what Madam Hooch has to say, trying to focus on her words, but they mostly just go through an ear and slip through the other. After she finishes, you get onto your broom and fly high into position. Not even five minutes into the game, you already manage to almost fall off your broom as one of your team mates rushes past you and you tighten your grip onto the broomstick handle.

Trying to actually concentrate on the game, you look at where the Quaffle is, the big ball being passed from hands to hands until you hear Annabelle shout your name and throw it right at you. It takes you a moment to process, but when you do, you make a quick spin and chase after it, going at a quick speed towards the Castle, catching it at the final moment, right before it could hit the window. Sighing happily, you hold the ball tight to your chest and look up to see the whole Defense Against the Dark Arts class looking at you with wide eyes. You mutter a small “oops” and try to back away, until a pair of eyes meet yours.

He looks at you with the biggest hope in his big brown eyes and parts his lips, almost as if he wants to say something, but he knows he can’t. Quickly shaking away the empty feeling in your stomach, you turn around and rush back towards the field where everyone is calling out your name. Throwing the ball towards no direction, you keep your gaze straight down, blocking out everything. Seeing Calum again is something you were totally not prepared for.

*

 When eight o’clock rolls around, you get your big stack of posters and head towards the East Wing of the Castle, with a stapler in hand and some other supplies as well. Filch let you and all the other members of the committee borrow a ladder so you could hang these posters literally everywhere. It’s not like everyone knows about the event taking place anyway.

The night rolls by quickly as you leave yellow colored posters (such an awful color by the way) behind you and you hum along to a song you could not get out of your head since summer break. Muggles have really good music, no one can deny that, and this one in particular you’re just not able to shake out of your head. You can’t wait for Christmas Break so you can go home and listen to it on repeat again.

You’ve decided that the Yule Ball is just not for you. It’s not worth missing out on your mother’s cookies or your dad’s stories about what a pain in the ass his job as a pediatrician is. It’s family moments like this that you don’t want to miss out on. You’ve only missed one Christmas, last year, when you decided that it would be fun to spend it here with your friends. And it was, but it still wasn’t as good as being home.

No one was most likely going to ask you anyway, perhaps just George Mimsey, the 5th year boy that tries so hard to fit in, but is just always left out. Come to think about it, you wouldn’t have said no if he asked, he seems like a nice kid. But now that you made up your mind about going home this Christmas, you’ll just have to ignore anything that might make you change your mind.

Climbing up on the ladder to try and hang a poster up on the wall, you still hum along to the song playing in your mind, completely unaware of the sound of steps approaching from a distance.

“Hello there, doll face.” That instantly makes you drop your stapler and over a dozen of the posters you had in your hand.

Balancing on the wall and thanking God you did not fall from ten feet in the air, you keep your eyes closed and your forehead resting on the wall in front of you, trying to get it together. The sound of his voice sent shivers through your whole body and made you squirm, your skin covering in goose bumps and a lump getting stuck in your throat. Sighing relieved from the fact that you did not just fall to your death, you open your eyes but keep them glued to the white surface of the wall, scanning over the little cracks.

“Hey, Calum.” You say quietly and finally take a look to your right.

He’s sitting there, hands tucked in the pockets of his robe, his hair ruffled and in clear need of a cut. His eyes are tired, but his face still holds a sly smile, the one he never seems to let go of.

“You’re just gonna stay there or what?” He chuckles and walks closer to where you are.

Slowly stepping down, you hold on tight so that your shaky legs don’t betray you and you bend down to pick up all the items you previously dropped. Putting the posters back in order, you get up only to come face to face with him. Taking a quick step back, your shoulder blade hits the metal ladder and makes you gasp, surely feeling the pain.

“Easy there.” He mutters and wraps his fingers around your elbow.

Trying your hardest not to look into his eyes and get lost into the touch he has onto your arm, you clear your throat and are a lot more careful this time with taking backward steps.

“So, Yule Ball, huh?” He nods his head, pointing at the posters on the walls. “Seems like fun.”

“Not really.” You mumble and look down at your shoes.

“Then why are you doing this?” He asks seeming confused but you just shrug your shoulders. He nods quietly. “So, how have you been?”

This question takes you unprepared. How have you been? Distracted is the best word to describe it, but you can’t say that to him. That would be weird. Him knowing that he’s been on your mind 24/7 for the past two weeks, obsessive much? So how have you been?

“Good.” You nod slowly, letting the word linger in the air. “You?”

“Not so good.” The empty hole in your stomach gets even bigger. “I actually just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, okay.” You swallow thickly and keep yourself busy, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Hey, stop that.” He places his hands on top of your shaky ones and his warm skin on top of yours makes you relax for a moment.

“Sorry.” Your voice is so quiet he almost didn’t even hear it.

“Why…” His voice is hoarse. “Why didn’t you come see me?” He sounds hurt, and you can’t help but feel guilty.

“I-I couldn’t.” You stutter out and try to take your hands out of his, but he just grabs on tighter, not wanting to let go.

“What do you mean you couldn’t?” He frowns and runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I don’t know.” Your shoulders raise into a subtle shrug. “I just couldn’t, Calum.” There are no words to describe it.

It’s just this feeling you had, that if you went to see him it would mean supporting this, the fact that he is hurt and he could get hurt again anytime, and you didn’t want to encourage that. This Tournament is a deathtrap and you don’t want Calum to be a part of it, but he is stubborn. Always has been, always will be. If he is set on this, you know he’s gonna do it and there’s no turning back now. Plus, he can’t possibly back out. Once you’re in, you’re in all the way.

“I get it.” He nods probably understanding what your reasons are and looks down at your hands, slowly intertwining your fingers with his. “You told me to look for you when I came back, yet you’ve been avoiding me all day.” He exhales with a small smile playing on his lips, even though he doesn’t look amused in the slightest.

“Maybe I didn’t want you to look for me anymore.” You mutter quietly but your words don’t even make him flinch, he just leans in closer.

“Is that so?” He hums slowly and you swallow dryly, before nodding your head. “That sounds like a lie to me, gorgeous.” You can feel his hot breath on top of your forehead and it makes you shut your eyes for a moment, trying to get over the close proximity between the two of you.

“It’s not.” You deny it, your voice clearly betraying you. “You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re just not meant to be.” Trying to ignore the part in which your words rhymed, you focus on staying serious and getting your point across.

“Is that from a song?” He tilts his head slightly to the right and you sigh, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes. “I swear I’ve heard it before.”

“See? That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You shake your head, a few pieces of hair falling in front of your eyes, but you don’t bother with them. “You do this all the time! And you’re cocky and rude and I’m not like you.” You get more frustrated by the moment but he just seems like he is enjoying.

“I do what all the time?” He chuckles and brushes the hair out of your face, his fingers resting under your chin now and lifting it up so you would look right into his eyes. “What do I do, Y/N?” He whispers, plump lips still curved upwards into a smile.

“You…” You swallow hard, trying not to let him distract you. “You annoy me.” Your voice is small, not compared to how it was just moments ago and you hate yourself for it.

“Well, guess what, butterfly?” Again with the weird pet names. “You annoy me too.” You furrow your eyebrows at that, ready to shoot with a comeback, that is until he cups both your cheeks into his large palms and leans in closer, his lips almost brushing over yours as he speaks. “But you also drive me fucking wild.”

The castle is silent, the halls empty, but the sound of a heartbeat is thumping in your ears. You have no idea if it’s yours, if it’s his, but it’s a heartbeat. And it’s erratic, it’s loud and it’s breaking the thick silence. Your body is frozen, almost as if in shock, not being able to process the situation or move for a minute, but his lips are soft and that is the only thing you can focus on.

It’s not short anymore. His kiss is long and passionate and oh so warm. The heat is slowly traveling through your body as well, making you realize what is happening. He’s kissing you. And it’s wrong, it’s so wrong that it feels good. It makes you forget about it all; all the differences, the weird pet names, the rude remarks, everything. Surrounded by such an ugly reality, this is beautiful. This moment, right here, with him, it seems like the most flawless thing in the world.

After a few seconds of just staying still, frozen in space, you give in, your body melting into his, a small moan leaving your mouth, letting yourself crash into him. One of his hands travels down to your back and pulls you in close by your waist while the other is resting behind your neck, keeping your lips sealed over his. Air seems so distant right now, like it’s something you don’t even feel the need for as you both get lost into each other. He sucks down on your lower lip and it makes you gasp, your eyelashes fluttering on the top of his cheeks as you open your eyes and pull back.

“We shouldn’t-“ You begin to say but he places his thumb on top of your lips and rolls his eyes.

“Just shut up for once, will you?” Looking at him stunned, you nod your head slowly, giving in once and for all, letting your body free into his arms. And so he kisses you again. And again, and again as the night goes on.

 *

 Time passes by quickly, Christmas Eve is approaching and you are already starting to pack your bags to leave for London in a couple of days. A part of you is telling you to stay and enjoy everything you’ve worked on so hard, because organizing a ball is not easy and being a part of it would be nice, but also, there’s not really any reason for you to stay behind. Nobody invited you anyway.

After the past couple of weeks you were secretly hoping that Calum would ask you to be his date to the Yule Ball, but so far nothing came up about the event. He waits for you to sneak out every night and takes you in shadowy parts of the Castle, kisses you in hiding spots and squeezes you against the walls of small cupboards. It’s nice, it’s actually perfect, everything is as long as he is there, and after all of this, you thought he would at least try. But he hasn’t, and you can’t say you’re not feeling a little bit disappointed. But it’s probably for the better anyway.

“Y/N!” Annabelle shouts running up the stairs and barges through the door. “He’s looking for you. Again.” She says, slightly annoyed.

“He is?” You drop the books from your hands and clear your throat, composing yourself. “I’ll be right back.”

“Sure you will.” Your friend rolls her eyes, but you don’t let it offend you.

Sure, Calum constantly asking your friends to deliver you messages might be getting annoying for them, but to you it means so much. Every time you hear he asked for you or that he wanted for you to know something, it gives you a tingly feeling inside. Whenever his name is mentioned, or he has anything to do with a conversation, it gives you the same sensation. Almost like an empty feeling in your stomach and a lump in your throat: it’s excitement.

You almost trip running down the stairs, but try to calm yourself down and resume on just walking at a fast pace, not wanting to seem too eager, even though you obviously are. It’s almost nine o’clock, a lot of people are gathered around the fire in the common room, and some already went to get an early night sleep. You pass by unnoticed as you sprint towards the door and out of the Ravenclaw Tower.

Stepping outside, you look around but see no trace of Calum. You walk around, whispering his name, but no answer. Was this a prank your friends pulled on you? Because if so, it’s not funny. Sighing, you walk back towards the door, ready to answer the eagle knocker’s riddle, when someone whispers from behind you.

“What’s up, buttercup?” You let out a scream and jump away, covering your face with your hands.

“God dammit, Calum, how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?” You exclaim annoyed and look at him with a frown.

“As many times as it takes.” He smiles wide and you just want to wipe that grin off his face.

“What do you want?” You sigh and drop the subject, even though it’s one of the things you always argue about.

“What? No “hello, Calum, I am so happy to see you” kiss for me?” He pouts and leans his shoulder against the wall.

“No, you’ve annoyed me.” You roll your eyes and turn around to walk towards the staircase, going to the 4th floor, towards the hiding spot you two always seem to find yourselves in.

“Come on, don’t be like that, honey bunch.” He trails right behind you, trying to catch up.

“Can you stop calling me that? It’s weird.” You mutter and take your wand out to open the door of the small closet space.

“Hey.” His voice is a lot softer this time, his fingers wrapping around your wrist and making you turn around to look at him. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You didn’t want to tell him, it’s really stupid and childish. It’s just that the thought of leaving for Christmas and leaving him behind makes you anxious. What if by the time you come back he doesn’t feel the same about you anymore? What if he invites a prettier girl to the Yule Ball and he takes her to secret places to kiss her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, just as he does with you? What if he doesn’t want to invite you to the ball because he doesn’t want to be seen with you? You’ve kept this “thing” that has been going on between the two of you a secret for the past couple of weeks, because you didn’t want the drama that came along with it from everyone else.

“Nothing.” You say quietly and shuffle from one leg to the other. “I just…” You sigh and turn around, going into the small closet and taking a seat on a cardboard box.

He follows you inside, closing the door behind him and whispering a spell, he leaves his wand on top of a shelf to light up the room. He kneels down in front of you and tilts his head slightly to the side, the thing he always does when he is confused and trying to understand you.

“You just what, peach?” Your lips curve upwards slightly at the new name he addressed you with, this one sounding foreign on his lips.

“I’m, uh, I’m leaving for Christmas.” You finally confess the thing you have been meaning to tell him for weeks now. “I’m going home to spend time with my family.”

His face seems to drop instantly and his eyes lower from your face to where his hands are resting on top of your knees. After a while he shakes his head and frowns.

“I-I, are you sure you want to leave?” His voice trembles. “I mean, I know it’s Christmas and all, but you know, I was hoping that, well…” He clears his throat.

“You want me to stay?” You ask slightly confused as to why he would want that.

“I mean, it would be great, you know, for you to be here. I like it when you’re here.” He laughs nervously. “That sounded weird, you’re here all the time. What I wanted to say was, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for weeks but I just, I couldn’t.” You place your hands on top of his, your fingers running across his knuckles trying to make him relax.

“What is it?” You ask with a slight glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“But no, it doesn’t matter, you’re going home.” He shakes his head and you grip onto his hands tighter.

“It matters to me.” You encourage him to go on, but he just doesn’t seem to get it.

“No, no, it’s okay, you’re going to spend Christmas with your family and that’s great! I bet you’ll have a lot more fun at home rather than here. Honestly, forget I even said anything.” His obliviousness starts to make you slightly annoyed.

“Calum.” Your voice is stern this time. “Just tell me.” You say, adding a quiet “please” at the end.

“Well, I-“ He trails off, sighing in frustration. “I was wondering if you’d want to go…” You frown.

“Could you stop talking like you have a potato in your mouth and actually articulate your words, please?” There is no way you could have possibly understood what he said because he didn’t even open his mouth to finish his sentence. “Calum-“

“Go to the Yule Ball with me.” He blurts out interrupting you.

With parted lips, you look at him stunned. It’s not like you weren’t suspecting this is what he was going to ask you, but now that he’s finally said it, it seems like a completely wild idea. Should you go home to spend Christmas with your family or stay here with your friends and the boy you’ve liked for almost a month now, and go to one of the biggest events Hogwarts has hosted in the past twenty years?

“Please?” He keeps on rambling. “I know you might think it’s crazy, that I’m asking you to give up on family time and stay here with me and it sounds crazy to me as well, but I just couldn’t get myself to ask you sooner. I mean, why would someone like you want to go to the ball with me, am I right?” He chuckles softly. “But, I really need someone to go with. I mean, this thing is hosted for the Triwizard Tournament anyway, so since I am one of the champions I need a date, and I don’t want to take anyone but you, because-“

“I’ll go.” You stop him and place a finger on top of his lips. “I’ll go with you, just…” You laugh slightly. “Shut up already.” His lips spread into a smile and he places a kiss on the fingertip you hold on top of his mouth.

“Thank you.” He whispers and you just nod, taking a mental note to not forget to send your parents a letter tomorrow.

Christmas at Hogwarts doesn’t sound so bad anymore.

 *

 The day of the Ball had finally come. All day everyone has been on edge, but no one was as stressed out as you and your friends. You have been constantly on your feet for the past eight hours, working and walking all across the castle, in order to make everything look perfect. You’ve probably traveled across every single hall at least three times by now, searching for whatever stuff you might need to bring to the Great Hall.

By six o’clock in the afternoon everything was almost done, the ball starting at eight. Placing your clipboard on a table you sigh and plop down into a chair, feeling in desperate need of a shower. If Hogwarts ever hosts an event this big again, you’ll make sure to stay out of it next time. But the thought of seeing all of this, all of your hard work displayed tonight keeps you going.

“Y/N!” You hear Sybill shout and you inhale deeply before looking at her.

“Yes, Sybill?” You accentuate your words, not knowing what more you could possibly do.

“We’re done, come on, let’s go get ready.” She smiles and claps her hands shortly, before sprinting away with Annabelle.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” You mutter and close your eyes for a few short seconds, before getting up with a huff and mentally preparing yourself for the five floors you have to climb up to the Ravenclaw Tower. “I sure hope this ball is worth it.”

 *

With one last glance in the mirror and a swipe of shiny gloss on your lips, you quickly slip your feet into the pretty white heels and shout at your friends that you are going to be late while the lingering smell of perfume in the air makes your nose itch.

Ushering them both out the door, you hold hands and pray that you don’t slip down the big set of stairs all the way to the Great Hall. The sound of music can be heard louder and louder as you approach your destination, the taste of cherry lip gloss lingering on your tongue from biting on your lips so much out of anxiousness. You’ve never wanted a night to be more perfect than this one and if even one small thing goes wrong you might just lose your shit.

Sybill is the first one to spot her date, Arsenius Trimble, a fellow Ravenclaw that she seems to be very smitten with. She very excitedly says she will be seeing you later, and then quickly sprints towards her partner. Anabelle still holds onto your hand as she scans the hall with big eyes.

“Martin said he’ll be waiting for me by the entrance.” She turns to you. “Do you mind if…” She trails off, probably feeling bad for leaving you behind.

“Don’t worry, Anna. Just go, have fun.” You smile and squeeze her fingers before she ushers away, blowing you a kiss on her way.

Sighing, you realize you are now all on your own at the bottom of the stairs of the Entrance Hall. You have no idea where Calum might be, but you tell yourself that waiting for a bit won’t hurt, you’ll eventually find each other. And right as his name pops up in your mind, you also spot him in the small crowd gathered in front of the oak doors leading to the ball.

He seems to have had his eyes on you for quite a while now, almost as if waiting for you to find him. He starts to make his way towards you and you take a few steps in his direction as well, hands tugging nervously at the material of your baby blue dress. He cleaned up good; his usually unruly dark curls now brushed out and styled nicely. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him wear a button up, and you have to say, it looks incredibly good on him. He looks gorgeous.

“You are…” He trails off, his hand reaching for you and you place your palm in his. “Absolutely ravishing.” His voice is low, fingers intertwining with yours, pulling you closer to his body.

“You looks quite handsome yourself.” You giggle slightly, placing your other hand on his shoulder, leaning back so you could look into his eyes.

He shakes his head for a moment, smiling and then leans his forehead against yours, biting at his lower lip. His fingers skim up touching wherever they can feel skin. From your wrist, up your arm and on your shoulder, running a skillful digit down the side of your neck, probably feeling the erratic beating of your heart through your pulse. His fingertips gently graze over your jaw and the tops of your cheeks, before he leans back with a sigh and kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment.

“Come on, angel eyes.” He says, taking a step back and tugging at your hand.

It takes you a second to compose yourself, the intimate moment you shared just moments before shaking you up a bit. Falling in step with him, his arm links with yours, his eyes not once leaving the side of your face as you enter the Great Hall, the colorful disco lights illuminating the whole room. You couldn’t stop the big smile from taking over your face, the final result of your hard work making your heart flutter with excitement.

The sound of the live band slowly faded out as Professor McGonagall’s voice stops any conversation that might be going and everyone’s attention focuses on her. As she welcomes all the students and thanks everyone that took part in this year’s organizing team for the event taking place tonight, she instructs for the Triwizard champions to take their place along with their dates for the dance. You can see from the side of your eye Calum’s face slightly dropping, his lips rubbing together, something he does whenever he feels uneasy. Running your thumb over the back of his hand, you guide him towards the center of the room, where all the other pairs stood.

“Alright.” He mutters to himself, placing his arms behind your waist, hands shaking by your side. “I sure hope I don’t mess this up.”

“Stop worrying.” You quickly run a hand over his forehead, taming some of his curls back into place. “You’ll do great. Just don’t step on my feet. My shoes are white.” He chuckles lightly, his arms securing around your waist again, minus all the shaking this time and he makes sure to keep his eyes locked onto your face as soon as the music begins.

Of course, as much as he tried his best not to, somehow his shoes ended up stepping over yours nevertheless. He kept on apologizing, laughing at your annoyed expression every time, the act clearly easing his nerves. His lip gets tugged between his teeth as he carefully spins you around, making sure to take notice this time of the distance between your feet. You smile in content at him and slowly run your fingers over his shoulder in a comforting way.

“Everyone’s looking at us.” You whisper to him and he chuckles.

“No, everyone’s looking at you.” He whispers back and tugs you a bit closer towards his body by your waist.

“Why, is there something wrong?” Your eyes widen slightly. “Do I have something on my face?” He shakes his head, eyes scanning over your face for a few seconds before he whispers again.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl in the room.” His voice is soft, the hot breath of his words exhaling onto your forehead. “Everyone’s bound to stare.”

Your cheeks flush at his compliment, the music ending and stopping your feet into place. All the students clap and cheer, professor McGonagall inviting the rest of them to join you on the dance floor. Your hand is still clutched into Calum’s, sweaty fingers not letting go as his arm stays wrapped securely around your waist.

“But nobody gets to touch.” The tone of his voice is now raspy, fingers pushing slightly into your waist, the material of your dress twisting under his touch. “They all know that you’re mine.” His lips grace the lobe of your ear and then press a lingering kiss to the back of it.

Calum breaks off your embrace, leaving you flustered and shaken up, hand tugging you towards his body again, spinning you around as he begins to do some of his silly dance moves to the beat of the now modern music. You laugh and join him, dancing the night away as his hands just can’t seem to leave your body the whole time. And there is no way you’re going to complain about that.

 *

 The door is loudly shut behind you, your heels falling down on the floor with a clatter. The small place is illuminated by the end of your wand, the blue light engulfing the small place. Heavy panting is the only sound to be heard over the bass of the music still thumping downstairs. Your hair lost the perfect shape of its curls, now wrapped between Calum’s fingers as he tugged you as close as possible to him. Teeth biting at the visible skin of your neck, his tie coming undone and his jacket falling onto the floor. It’s a mess of tangled limbs, needy tugs of fingers and filthy words whispered into your ear. The material of your dress is dragged up your hips and your legs wrap around his waist, thighs attempting to squeeze together in excitement at the words leaving his mouth.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

A/N: eeEEk it’s finally here sorry for the long wait

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