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Party Favor - Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N I’ll do you one better! I’ll write you a completely messy one-shot. I haven’t done one in a good 3 years so have fun reading this. You know that meme where the guy brings a plate a food for judges and goes “started making it, had a mental breakdown, Bon appetite” that’s basically the product of this. This is a messy fic made by a messy girl. I hope I projected all my unstableness into this story. Also, I know I’m completely inconsistent with my updating hours but LISTEN- IM TRYING. please request stories ily

Requested by: @arrantsnowdrop

Word count: 4309

Warning: probably bad writing, bad language, risqué?

Summary: It’s the end of the your 7th year at Hogwarts and Gryffindor is throwing a massive party to celebrate their accomplishments and their last days in Hogwarts. Your date cheated on you so you have trouble having fun until a certain hottie takes your mind off of it (((;;;;

You walk down the corridor on your way to the Gryffindor common room since there was a huge victory in quidditch for them and end of the year party being thrown. Usually no one from other houses are allowed to enter other’s common rooms, but everyone from 7th year is celebrating because it’s their last year in Hogwarts. It’s the one day of the year that everyone puts their differences aside to celebrate their last days at the school before everyone goes off to their respective jobs.

When you get to the fat lady portrait you share the password that opens the entrance to the room. Inside the common room is decorated warmly with colors of the Gryffindor house (because even though they invited everyone they’re still selfish and care only for their victory), but somehow it still felt welcoming. Loud music resonated through the open space although you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It sounded like it came from everywhere and you wondered if the room was charmed because you felt elated and like you could dance forever. The room was already crowded even though you only saw a few people from the other houses and the rest were all the Gryffindor’s from 7th year, and probably some younger people that were invited by friends.

“Hey, (y/n)!” You hear your friend yell from just ahead of you. She has two goblets in her hand and she passes one to you. You hold it up to your face and take a sniff. It smells sweet, but you could tell it wasn’t butterbeer.

“What’s in here?” You ask her but she just smiles at you and tells you to drink up. Despite your inclination to be good, you shrug and take a sip. You wince through the strong bitterness and take a bigger gulp after.

“Where’s your date?” She asks then with a playful smirk playing at her lips. You purse your lips and look down at the floor, unsure of how to answer that question. You felt ashamed without a date by your side considering your friend was the type to get any guy she wanted on her arms for any party or dance. It made your stomach churn, you envied the popularity your friend held.

“Did something happen?” She follows up, noticing your sudden withdraw from her question. You sigh and take another big gulp of your drink and give a curt shrug.

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? If he wants to…” You clear your throat, “ be with other people, who cares? So, can I.” You watch your friend’s expression change from bitterness to a wide smile as she playfully punches your arm.

“That’s right, girlfriend. You’ll find another dick to tug with those charming looks of yours!” She laughs and you wince at her crude joke, but feel a weight lifted off your chest. “You can tag along with me and Lawrence, we’re always interested in company.” She winks and sips her drink in after her attempt to make a lewd joke. Your cheeks dusted with pink as you punched her arms and laughed nervously.

You follow your friend through the party and dance carelessly through out the room. Your friend opens up a whole door of social interactions and you laugh around groups of people, dancing, drinking, talking, wash and repeat. Without your ex, you felt as if this party would be a drag, but you found that you were quite enjoying yourself. It was a good celebration for the end of the year. After what felt like a few hours passed you realized you haven’t seen your friend in a while and you look around. To your surprise, your friend and Lawrence are talking to your ex who had his arm tightly wound around another beautiful broad just a few feet in front of you.

It was as if someone punched you in the gut and all the air was squeezed out of you. You promised yourself that you didn’t care what he did anymore, but seeing him there with someone else so soon felt like the room was melting away and the darkness of despair were revealing it’s walls. You felt a twinge of betrayal in your stomach watching your friend enjoy his presence, and you would never know if it was fabricated enjoyment or if she genuinely still tolerated being around him.

With sudden lack of enthusiasm for dancing, you pushed yourself past people to get away from the sight that sucked all your joy away. There weren’t many places in the room that had space, but you found an empty seat by the punch bowl and drowned out the noise in the room. You filled yourself another cup of whatever was being served and downed it to forget your loneliness.

“Hey, you alright?” A voice startles you and you turn to find Theseus Scamander standing in front of you with a cup in his hand. You laugh at yourself for being startled so easily and nod. You and Theseus have been good acquaintances in most of your classes over the years. He’s a Hufflepuff prefect that has helped you get through your classes, and although your friendliness never exceeded the classroom, you still thought quite highly for the boy. “You seem a little lonely.”

You look at the contents of your cup and nod sheepishly with a small smile. “Yeah, whatever,” you shrug, “my friends just ditched me to hang with my ex boyfriend.” He hisses through his teeth in sympathy and shakes his head.

“Ex?” He questions with the interested raise of his brow that he usually gives to show he’s listening.

“Cheated on me.” You said simply, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry,” He says to you and leans against the chair you’re sat at and looks off into the crowd as if looking for them despite not knowing who they are. “Your friends don’t sound very good.”

“It’s alright, they’re not all bad.” You look up at him and he returns your stare with a cute smirk. A warm feeling grew in your abdomen and you quickly looked away. You hadn’t noticed over the years how much height he gained or how his shoulders broadened or the way his jawline was sculpted so sharp you could cut your finger on it… You hadn’t noticed how cute he grew up to be, but then again, you didn’t really notice Hufflepuffs. For some reason you liked the obnoxious bad boys. The more street cred they had, the more inclined you were to notice them. How could you not notice him when you had him in almost all your classes over the years?

“Do you want to dance?” He asked suddenly, and you looked up at him to see his face was scrunched up as if he had been working up the courage to ask. You smile but shrug unenthusiastically.

“I don’t know… I’m kind of sick of dancing.” You reply, but Theseus stands up straight and holds out his hand for you to take.

“Come on, some of your friends want to see you have fun.” You can’t help but smile as you take his hand and he pulls you up, taking your other hand as well. You try to suppress laughter as he pulls you through the crowd of people until he found the perfect spot for the two of you and pulled you close enough to rest his hands respectively on your hips. You placed your hands on his shoulder and you two sway together.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” He said softly, his voice making goosebumps rise over your neck and arms from the unexpected affection that lingered there.

“Yeah, I know. Sucks we don’t really share any classes anymore.” You reply.

“We share potions, you just don’t talk to me.” He says, pulling away a bit to look at you. Your face contorts into a scowl as you analyze his accusations against you. You felt a bit attacked for not noticing him in your class and socializing with the other students in there. As if you couldn’t have other friends.

“Are you really doing this right now? Trying to make me feel guilty or something?” You yell, detaching yourself from him.

“No, I’m-” He starts to say but you cut him off

“Have you considered that maybe some people just drift apart? Maybe I didn’t want to talk to you anymore.” He looks at you surprised and his eyes cast down in hurt as his arms slowly fall back down to his side. Your teeth pulls at the skin of your bottom lip and you feel guilty, but you play it off with a scoff and turn away.

“Hey, please don’t go.” He lurches forward, but doesn’t take any action to keep you there. You pause in your steps only because you’re lonely and you don’t want to feel bad for the rest of the party.

“Why should I stay? Give me one reason to stay.” You turn back to look at him and narrow your eyes accusingly at him. Theseus’s mouth gapes a few times as if he’s a fish out of water while trying to gather his thoughts. You feel your heart hurt, desperate for some kind of validation, but he seems to reluctant to give you any so you decide it’s not worth it to stay. As you turn around you hear Theseus’s voice in a panic.

“Because I’ve been waiting for this.” You turn back around a second time with a puzzled look etched on your face.

“What?”

“Waiting for...you… for the opportunity to ask you to this party.” Theseus’s cheeks turn a soft red and he can’t seem to meet your eyes. Your studied him now, shy and casted away from you. Your heart beat faster and the warmth in your stomach grew, feeling both embarrassment and endearment for him. Warmth spreads to your face as you consider his confession, and you’re flattered someone like him would even wants to come to a party with you.

“Why didn’t you?” You stepped closer to him, close enough that if you wanted to touch him, you could, but you still refused to do so.

“Because… you were going with someone else… and I’m not really your type.” You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“How are you not really my type?” I step even closer now, and Theseus looks as if he wants to turn away, suddenly wishing you had just walked away so he wouldn’t feel so confronted. But a smile emerged from his shyness, almost as if he knew the outcome of this conversation. You don’t believe he actually thinks he’s not your type considering he’s very clearly handsome and relatively liked.

“What I meant was, you don’t usually go for…” He coughs and his cheeks become redder, you grab his wrist gently to coax him into telling you.

“Go for what?” You asked, but your voice was smaller this time, giving into him slowly. He looks you in the eyes and the boldness of the action stuns you, you wanted to look away.

“Smart guys.” You can’t help it, you burst into laughter, and you cover your mouth to hide the gigantic smile that forces itself to be shown. Theseus stammers in front of you, “Or-or, like, shy guys… not popular guys.” He looks down in embarrassment. Once you regain your composure you look at him.

“Popular guys can be smart.��� You argue.

“Not the ones you date.” You laugh again and cover my mouth until you finally shut up. Then you nod in agreement. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right. You hardly noticed him until now and you realized most of the guys you’ve dated have done some of the stupidest things you could think of. They were bolder or meaner, and it was easier to notice them. But here was the handsome boy in your classes that help you with your work and made you laugh when you didn’t want to do work. The boy that was definitely one of the smartest and toughest in your class, but too gentle to provoke anyone.

“But you’re here with me.” You say and Theseus looks down again with a small smile and red cheeks. You step closer again and slide your hands up his arm and onto his shoulders. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture.

“But we’re not dating.” Your hand travels from his shoulder to his cheek, caressing him gently with your thumb, and you lift yourself to your tippy toes.

“Shut up and kiss me, stupid.” You say ever-so softly and affectionately. Theseus gives in and leans into you until his lips touches yours. At first the kiss is soft, hesitant, but as you curl your fingers into his hair, it becomes more passionate. His hands grabs your hips and slides over to the small of your back where he pulls you forward. The kiss burns you, makes you feel hot all over, and it’s a good thing he’s holding you because it feels like your legs might give out.

You gently bite his lower lip and his lips part, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. Your entire body feels so hot and the warmth in your tummy grows. You detach your lips from his and start trailing kisses down his chin and onto his neck. Some places you nibble and graze your teeth over and he visibly shudders under your embrace. You become bolder and suck on his neck, your hand travelling under his dress shirt and he suddenly catches your wrist. You’re so taken aback that you stop and look up at him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…” His voice quivers and his cheeks are flushed.

“You’re right, we should find somewhere more private.” You reason and start looking around for an exit, but he brings your attention back to him by pulling at the wrist he’s holding.

“No, I mean, we shouldn’t. Like, at all.” The comment makes your heart drop and shame builds up in your stomach where there was once fire and heat. You take your hand from his grip, and as much as you’re afraid to, you look up at him.

“What are you saying?” You ask despite already knowing the answer. Rejection. That’s what this is. Even though he initiated it. He said he wanted you, and now out of nowhere he doesn’t?

“You’re drunk, (y/n), and I’d like to… you know… wait.” He reaches for your hands again but you pull them away from him and drop them to your sides. You can’t explain how you feel, although dirty would be a good synonym for that. “For when I’m not some rebound.” Theseus then adds and you want to defend yourself but you know you can’t. Because right then the mentioning of your ex brought back all the feeling of heartbreak and grief came back crashing down, and remembering the kiss made you feel powerful… almost spiteful.

“Um, yeah.” You reply with uncertainty. You pat his shoulder now completely unsure of your feelings for the man, but you ignore that. “I’m… gonna go to bed.” You decide aloud, and Theseus tries to give you a smile but it comes off more as a grimace.

“Im sorry, (y/n). I’m really not trying to hurt you.” His sympathetic response for some reason provokes irritation and anger from you, but you try to shake it off. How could he possibly think he could hurt me. But the thought makes your heart ache.

“Um, no, you’re right.” You admit with a curt nod. You look over his shoulder trying to find your ex in the crowd. “Right now is an immensely inappropriate time to… do that.” He doesn’t respond, just nods understandingly. You announce you’re heading to bed, and you look into his eyes one last time, searching for something, but you decide you won’t be able to find it now.

Xx

It’s been a few days since the party, and you’ve thought of nothing but what you did with Theseus. Disgust, shame, and embarrassment courses through your veins unable to believe you could just take advantage of a friend like that. Especially one that admitted to having romantic interests in you. Then you remember his rejection, and a new kind of ache pierces your heart, and the embarrassment haunts your every waking move. You’ve thought about apologizing, oh man, have you thought about it, but truth be told you’re a bit of a pussy.

Now it was the morning of your departure from Hogwarts and you’re forever leaving Theseus to feel like a used ragdoll. You sit at your table with your friends, but you ignore them all as your eyes spot the boy you keep thinking about at his table. He’s laughing and enjoying his last morning, and doesn’t seem bothered at all by what happened the other day. That fact alone almost pissed you off.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Your friend snaps you out of your thoughts and you try to smile and shake your head.

“Oh, nothing. Just tired is all.” You say and your friend is skeptical but doesn’t push farther. You’re thankful for that.

When breakfast is over you’re the first one out of the Great Hall and onto the Hogwarts Express train. You find your car in the way, way back where you can properly sulk about your terrible decisions. How you’re so incapable of confronting him and just apologizing is unbelievable to you. God, how can you be this obnoxious. The fact you couldn’t stop thinking about it was driving you crazy and you wanted to tear all your hair out. The thought of what he thinks of you now is almost panic inducing.

Suddenly your car door swung open, and stood there was your best friend with her arms crossed over her chest and her boyfriend standing behind her. “Okay, what’s your problem, (y/n)?” You thought long and hard about how you would respond to this. You very much wanted to deflect, but your chest was compressed from all your guilt and panic about the boy you almost hooked up with. “You’ve been acting weird all week. Like, I know what happened with-”

“I’m a terrible person.” You cut off with a groan, immediately shielding your face.

“What?” She responds, looking at you quizzically, her eyebrows knit together accusingly.

“I’m a terrible-”

“I heard what you said. I’m confused about why you said it.” From the tone of her voice, you can only imagine the kind of look she’s giving you right now. You can feel her scrutinizing look burn holes right through you like lasers. The panic you’ve repressed for so long is now forcing its way through as you try to convince yourself to tell her.

“Oh, Merlin… I… took advantage of someone…” You say slowly and cringe at how ridiculous you sound.

“You had sex with someone.” The words make your face turn red and you kick at her.

“No.. I tried too… or I wanted too, but they didn’t want to and we still haven’t talked and they probably hate me forever!” You look out the train window to avoid looking at your friend. You hear a sigh and then feel someone sit next to you, but she doesn’t make any advances to touch you.

“That doesn’t sound that bad. Who was it?” She asks, and now her voice sounds much calmer to placate your apprehensive demeanor. You lean into the safety of her warmth, feeding into her gentleness.

“It’s embarrassing…” You say but she shakes her head and assures you it’s alright. You mumble his name into her shoulder and you could almost feel the eyeroll in her voice.

“Oh geez, you really are the most, aren’t you?” She says and you look up at her in a pout. “I’ll be right back.” She stands up and you grab her arm.

“You aren’t going to say anything to him, are you?” You ask and she pulls her arm out of your grasp.

“Calm down,” She says to you and then signals for her boyfriend to follow her and she leaves. You sit in your car and try to control your panic. Why do you have to be so melodramatic all the time?

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door, and you’re hesitant to get up to see who it is. Of course, you find it’s Theseus Scamander at the door, looking probably as nervous as you felt. You let him in and quickly sit back down by the window so you could look out of it. Theseus sat down opposite of you and cleared his throat.

“I’m not mad at you, you know.” He says and he tries to look at you, but you’re gaze is grudgingly stuck to the window. “You were drunk, and it’s no surprise that you felt hurt or upset…” You listen to him rant and it felt like you were holding your breath. You couldn’t tell what you were waiting for, but this was excruciating. “Anyways, I’m trying to say I understand where you’re coming from and that you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to hurt me.” You glance at him for the first time since you let him in, and to your surprise his eyes were firmly casted on his lap. His words lifted a heavy burden off your shoulders, but something still ached… that wasn’t right.

“Yeah, I know… I just, don’t think that’s it.” You say looking away again and playing with your hair nervously. He looks up at you curiously, always curiously.

“What do you mean you don’t think that’s it?”

“I mean, that’s not why I’m upset.” For the first time since the party you look each other in the eyes. His dark eyes held golden rays in them and they reminded you of a warm cup of coffee, filled you with energy and anxiety, but also comfort.

“Then why are you upset?” He asks, and naturally leans forward. He looks like he wants to reach out and touch you, to reassure you, but he doesn’t. He just stays bent forward in anticipation, ready to comfort you when needed, but you don’t know what to say. Suddenly nervousness shuts you down and that burning heat that filled your stomach at the party was back once again. Your face becomes hot and you cover it again before he could notice. You feel a warm hand on your arm and it causes the burning in your stomach to worsen and you just don’t know how to say it.

“Hey, it’s alright. What’s wrong?” He asks again, so soft and caring. Your whole body feels warmer and you can tell he’s gotten closer. You tense so much to hold your hiding position because if you moved you would pull him closer till his lips were back on yours. Even the thought of him kissing you again and caressing you made you breathless, and you weren’t even intoxicated. Before you could process what you were feeling the words tumbled out of your mouth in a quite, mumbled mess.

“What?” He asks confused and you feel your body grow even tenser. You can feel his curiosity become more intense. You mumble it again, quieter and faster than before. The conflicting feelings of wanting to let it out and never wanting him to know hinders you from making a decision.

“(Y/N), I can’t understand you.” In a moment of heated frustration at your breaking point you threw your hands down to your lap and yelled.

“I think I like you!” It slipped out of your mouth before you could have anticipated how close he was, bent over and barely on his seat, his hand comfortably resting on your arm. You saw his facial expression turn from concerned to completely surprised. You both just stared at each other, shocked. You thought, well I already dug my grave I guess it’s time to lay in it. You took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, I wanted to kiss you then,” you look down and fidget with your fingers. “Not just… to forget someone, but I actually… wanted to.” You look into his eyes again suddenly feeling relief settle around you. Just getting it out filled you with peace, and somehow you no longer were scared of embarrassment. Mostly because there was no malice or disgust in his eyes. He looks shocked, pleasantly surprised, even.

“I want to kiss you now.” You barely finished your sentence before Theseus reached out to cup your cheek and kissed you. Instead of the heated kiss from the party, this one was gentle and passionate. You leaned into it, lacing your fingers in his hair by the back of his head and pulled him forward. He pulled away slowly, letting the kiss linger, and looked into your eyes.

“Like that?” He asks, and you just smile cutely and nod. Theseus gets up from his seat and settles down next to you. He’s about to say something again, but you cut him off with another kiss. You sit up straighter in your seat and find yourself almost straddling him to get closer. He pulls apart again and tries not to laugh. “Hey, hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” He then pulls you down to lay on his chest for the rest of the train ride.

“Do you wanna go with me sometime?” You ask him, your head resting comfortably on his chest and your eyes closed.

“Go where?” Theseus asks, rubbing your back softly.

“Just, like, out. On dates and stuff.” You felt the vibration of his chuckle and it made you smile.

“Well, of course.”

The end.