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I Thought You Hated Me - Part 1

Request from @brieflybigwonderland​: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!

Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1721

Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been a couple of years since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in, spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even if the conversation soon turned to him.

But then he wouldn’t be Tony if he didn’t boost his own ego.

Life couldn’t have been any better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building.

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4 | Red Skies

BTS WEREWOLF AU
WORD COUNT: 3,425 nice meaty chapter for u guys

WARNINGS: SWEARING, VIOLENCE, MENTAL HEALTH DETERIORATION, **RAPE, NON-CON, SEXUAL ABUSE** pls don’t read on if you are triggered by any of these. VERY EXTREMELY MASSIVELY MATURE THEMES 

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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“Quick, go down the stairs!” Jungkook shoved you through a secret doorway disguised as an antique bookshelf in his office, “You’ll be safe down there. Go all the way down to the bottom floor, don’t stop and don’t look back. I’ll come and get you once he’s gone.”
The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you to go down two flights of creaky stairs in the dark completely alone. After running down one flight of stairs you came to an abrupt stop when you saw a thin mahogany door that you were certain was behind an actual book shelf in the living room. Trying to be as quiet as possible you lingered round the door, listening in on the situation.

“Jimin! Ji-Yong?!” You clearly heard Namjoon shout at the top of his lungs, followed by lots of shuffling and pained groans.

Jimin had been shot.

“He got in my way.” An all too familiar menacing voice stated matter of factly, his tone was harsh and cold. He didn’t care at all.

“You little fucking rat! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Namjoon screamed, you’d never heard him sound so unbelievably angry before.

“He’s not going to die, I made my own bullets. They’re free from silver. I only wanted him to feel pain, if I wanted you all dead I would’ve killed you by now. For example, Layla, she didn’t last-”

“Don’t.” Namjoon warned, his voice sill raised but now shaking with fury, “Don’t you dare say her name.”

Namjoon’s mate.

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rey x jess (feat. shoujo flower petals 💖🌸✨)

i imagine rey sneakily trying on her girlfriend’s helmet while jess is distracted in x-wing repairs. rey gets caught, of course, but then she wasn’t really trying not to…

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😘💕 

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The Serpent and the Mouse

Originally posted by stardust-and-books

Character: Neville Longbottom

Prompt: (Requested)

Neville tumbled down the steps of the Gryffindor Tower in his usual state of constant panic, mumbling under his breath and constantly apologizing to those he ran right into, his cheeks flushed a deep rose.

He had woken up late that morning, and was about to late for his Potions class, of all the possible things he could be late for it had to be Potions.

It was known to almost anyone with a working pair of eyes and ears that Professor Snape had a strong dislike for any of the Gryffindor students. But he seemed to take a certain kind of additional joy in tormenting Neville anytime the opportunity arised.

When Neville managed to work up the nerve to open the large wooden door that lead into the Potions classroom, his shoulders slumped and his head meekly gazed to the other students already seated.

“Enjoy your little morning stroll, Longbottom?” The deep and stern voice of Professor Snape called out from his desk, his dark and cold eyes staring straight at him.

“Uh…no, sir,” Neville said quietly as his hands tightly clenched his textbook, trying to calm his nerves. “I slept in too late, sir.”

Snape hummed lowly, his bony fingers tapping on the dark wood of his desk. “Assigned partners for the year have already been chosen, but because of your sudden lack of keeping the time, I’ll just have to place you myself.”

Snape looked on at the rows of desks until his eyes landed on you, sitting at one of the seats closest to the windows, and a large and queer smirk spread across his face. “Why don’t you join Miss (L/n)?” He asked in an overly enthusiastic tone.

Neville was about to rush to his seat, but he saw the emerald tie standing out against your grey sweater vest and he froze still, his eyes going wide.

“Have you lost the ability to walk as well?” Snape snapped. “To your seat, Longbottom.”

Neville sluggishly moved to the seat beside you, shyly sitting down and trying to make as little noise as possible.

Your gaze was still firmly planted in the thick book you were reading, you hadn’t looked up from it once or noticed his sudden presence.

Neville swallowed nervously and his hands fumbled in his laps, for whatever the reason, his eyes glanced over at you every so often and his cheeks felt warm.

“You don’t have to look so nervous you know, I’m not gonna snap on you.” Your voic came from beside him, eyes still focused on the words on the pages.

Neville jumped whenever you addressed him, his head slowly turned to you. “O-Oh!, yes right.” He choked, trying to compose himself.

You sighed unhappily, taking a few seconds to glance at the frightened boy who tried to distance himself as much as possible from you.

This always happend.

You never understood why.

Sure, Slytherins didn’t have the most fabulous track record when it came to friendly or good wizards, but that didn’t mean all of you were total gits.

Merlin, the greatest wizard who ever lived, was once a Slytherin. Andromeda Lestrange was one too, and she ended up all right.

At least that’s the sort of thing you told yourself whenever you got particularly saddened by the house you’d been given.

Your parents didn’t seem to care that much.

Your mother was an easy going Ravenclaw, who was one of the most creative people you’d ever met. And your father was a humble Hufflepuff who could always make you smile. They both actively told you how wonderful of a person you were and that your house didn’t solely define you.

And it didn’t.

You got along with everyone that crossed paths with you, even Draco Malfoy was pleasant with you and you’d only spoken to him a handful of times.

But you were a sweet person, who knew how to make others laugh with your clever remarks and witty banter.

“Did you hear the assignment?” You asked him, closing your book and turning to him.

Neville shook his head, setting his potions book on the work table and waited for you to go on.

“It’s simple really, just a sleeping draft,” You told him, taking his book and flipping to the correct page.

Neville watched your finger trace down a line over the ingredients, and you hummed whenever you reached the end.

“Would you mind getting these from the cupboard? I can get the cauldron ready.” You offered.

Neville’s head tilted a millimeter and he blinked, he’d never spoken to so softly and kindly by most other students, let alone a Slytherin.

“Uh…sure.” He said, tripping slightly on his stool as he made to get up from it, moving to the students supply for ingredients.

True to your word, the cauldron was already bubbling whenever he returned to the table.

“Do you want to handle the ingredients?” You asked him as you started to organize the various bottles and jars.

“I would offer, but I’m afriad I’d ruin the whole thing.” He said shyly as he tugged at his sleeves.

You gave him a small smile. “Do you have difficulty with potions?”

“A little, yes, if I’m being honest,” Neville replied, suddenly feeling more at ease when he saw your smile. “I’ll follow the instructions just fine, but then something happens and it all gets ruined.”

You started to grind up some lavender, not bothering with the textbook instructions. “See that’s the misconception a lot of people make,” You began as you let the crumpled flower fall into the boiling water. “It’s a bit more than following the book, you have to understand the intent behind what you’re doing and try to go with what feels right.”

Neville scoffed slightly, his eyes watching you curiously as your hands moved to and fro. “Well I can tell you getting a puff of smoke in your face certainly doesn’t feel right.”

You laughed, picking up your wand and making small incantations into the cauldron. “It’s take a bit of practice and time,” You told him, moving your gaze to meet his. “I could help you if you want.”

Neville felt the back of his neck get warm, for a whole different reason this time though, and he nodded his head. “I’d like that a lot, thanks.”

You placed the lid of the cauldron on and held your hand out for him. “My name’s (Y/n), by the way.”

Neville grinned and shook your hand. “And I’m Neville.”

A few minutes passed and you raised your hand for Professor Snape to grade your work.

He lifted the lid and placed a small vile into the liquid, nodding approvingly whenever he saw the sheer purple color of it. Snape lifted it under his nose and a small, almost sincere smile was on his face. “Excellent work as usual, Miss (L/n).”

And with so much as a nod to Neville, Snape strode away to yell at a pair of studets flinging beatles at each other.

Neville felt the air finally escape his nose and he looked at you in a sort of state of admiration. “You’ve got to be the only student he likes, I could’ve given him the best potion he’s ever seen and he’d still deduct me on points because I couldn’t tell him eight uses for nightshade.”

You snorted, beginning to clean up your workspace. “Perhaps, but he’s always been somewhat nice to me. Dad says I have that kind of effect on people.”

“I can see why.” Neville said suddenly, until he realized how it came across and he instantly when pink.

“I-I didn’t mean that in a weird way or anything, I was just trying to compliment you and-”

“Thanks.” You said simply, looking at him kindly. “First compliment I’ve gotten from a Gryffindor that’s for sure.”

Guilt immediately overcame Neville as he thought of how rude he must have seemed earlier, he deducted you probably got that kind of treatment a lot.

Recognizing the look on his face you shrugged your shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, happens all the time.”

“I still feel bad though, I probably seemed like a right proper prick.”

“One of the nicest pricks I’ve ever met.” You told him as he laughed.

“Tell you what, make it up to me and help me with my herbology essay?”

Neville’s eyes lit up brightly, and you could see that were a lovely shade of hazel, a kaleidoscope of darker hues.

“I’d love to.”

Winter Shadow - chapter 2

Work was really slow today so you get two chapters. Hope that’s OK, sorry. 

And all credit to @pixierox101 for the idea, not me xx

They woke at dawn wrapped around each other, bare skin cold in the unheated lodge. No time, or need, for words: they would be expected at the base and lateness would be punished.  They both dressed, strained and tired muscles complaining at the movement but disregarded, pain too familiar a companion to attend to.

He led the way, as always, out onto the hillside, skirting the treeline to stay out of view of early risers, but there was no one around.  They walked for four hours in silence before stopping to drink from a meltwater stream coming down the mountainside. The sun was hot on their backs now, the cool water a blessing as they cupped their hands and poured it over their heads.

They were used to spending time together without talking, their connection not needing words, more primal than language, so she was surprised when he spoke her name as they walked off. He stopped, and waited for her to catch up from her customary position a pace behind.  Walking side-by-side felt unfamiliar but comfortable, as if there was a half-forgotten memory of walking down a woodland path with someone once. She watched him, waiting to see what he needed to say.

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Totally not over-analyzing some Barisi scenes

While I was collecting all some Barisi scenes, I noticed there were scenes that usually don’t count as the big Barisi moments but that still should be mentioned.  
So let me share a few! But first let me apologize for the poor quality of the gifs, tumblr is messing with me so that I had to reduce the size a lot.

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I’m By Her Side

* Burr x Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is in love with Lafayette but he’s getting married and the reader is just…*suffering.* And then after Laf gets married, Burr realizes something’s off and the reader has to spill. And then she and Burr are in a soft and happy relationship

    A/N: Yet another one I pulled from the depths of request. I used a shit ton of italics in this one. Yeah anyway, there’s some probably wrong French translations. Also, wedding planning is a pain in the ass and no where near as easy as I made it sound. I just shortened it. Trust me, it sucks. Oh, and the suit I’m picturing Lafayette in is the one Daveed wore to the White House. But I hope you all enjoy.

    Word Count: 3,456

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    “Mes amies!” Lafayette greeted the group warmly. You looked up at your friend and smiled. His curly hair was pulled back like always. His eyes sparkled happily. His happiness was contagious. He dropped into the seat next to you. “I have great news!” He said.

    “What?” Alexander asked his energetic friend.

    “Adrienne is coming here from France!”

    You all exchanged blank looks. “Who?” You asked.

    Lafayette looked around at your confused faces. “Have I not mentioned mon amour before?” You recoiled, physically recoiled, at his words. Mon amour. My love. He had a girlfriend. “We’ve been engaged for years now.” Correction, he had a fiancé.

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    random jimin scenarios:

    Hey guys! SINCE WE HIT 15K FOLLOWERS, I just had to give you guys something ;3; So here’s a little (6000+ word, whoops) Jimin story I’ve be putting together… actually, this story line holds significance to me, and if anyone can figure out why, then you will be rewarded… jk, but I’ll be happy :’) So anyway, hope you enjoy! Hopefully, I’ll get done with some requests soon~

    - Devi :D

    when I think about you… (fluff/angst)

    word count: 6174


    Pattering rain, subtle winds, black skies, it’s times like these when I stay dormant. I settle into the worn crème colored fabric of my suede couch, gripping a mug of Earl Grey with both my hands to let the heat lace through my fingers. It’s my special blend, three spoons of Lady Grey, half a cup of boiling water, half a cup of steamed milk, and vanilla cream to top.

    There are a million things that could go through my mind, but instead it focuses on just one: him.

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    leotheawesometurtle  asked:

    H-hi, so like you seem like you would be a really good dancer; specifically romantic dancing like tango, and I was wanting to put my thoughts to the test. Would you dance with me?

    “That is dependent on what you would desire to dance. The Argentine Tango, perhaps. Maybe the Rumba, should you feel daring. A Zouk for the sensual folk.”

    He smiled, and stood, running his hands down his buttoned down grey vest, which hung over his long sleeved black laced shirt. Adjusting the collar so that the fanned pieces lay down flat, he tilted his head and offered a smile, the view of his eyes seeming to take a genuine delight.

    “A fair warning for you, of course lovely, is that I am not what you may consider a fair dancer. I lead yes, and I do the steps, but for certain moves, it would be my attempt to make you slip up. My hands would wander to your most sensitive reaches, my lips would feather against your neck so that you forgot your next step. I would turn you into a fool from my attentions, because I’m simply that cruel.”

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    Request: can i request kylo wanting to ask the new girl out on a date but thinks she’d be scared of him and he doesn’t wanna get turned down so the “new guy” matt shows up one day, befriends her, tries to get her to see that kylo isn’t like everyone says he is and just basically tons of fluff when she finds out that it’s actually kylo pretending to be matt bc he didn’t wanna get rejected

    A/N: Thank you so much for it, I enjoy writing things like these to take a break from all the angst I normally write. I love the idea and I’m so happy to add some Matt in, so, thank you anon! Enjoy!

    Word Count: 4K+

    Warning: None


    Ever since the fall of Starkiller, the Order had lost a number of officers and members. No thanks to the shift of moving the survivors over to Finalizer and trying to rebuild a new base, this meant the Order needed new recruits. New officers, new troops, new pilots, etcetera.

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    day 5 (favorite scheme) // “We’re the wealthy homosexual couple she promised her womb to.” “Indeed we are. I’m Hugh Honey, and this is my partner, Vic Vinegar. We’re partners in real estate, and we’re partners in life.”


    “Why does everything you own have words printed on them?” Dennis grumbles, sifting through slogan tee after slogan tee in Mac’s closet to no avail. He’s already perfected his own look - pink button down shirt, grey sweater vest, madras shorts - and he can’t possibly come up with an outfit for Mac that would parallel his own in style and believability, at least, not with what Mac has to offer.

    “I can’t help what I like to wear,” Mac responds, arms folded across his chest defensively. “And besides, we’re Honey and Vinegar. Why can’t we just keep our matching suits on?”

    Dennis suppresses an exasperated sigh. “Because we’re off the clock, asshole! Gay couples don’t just walk around in garishly colored suits all day!” He runs his hair in frustration as he considers the next possible course of action.

    “You know, I think gay couples of all people would most likely be the ones to do that.”

    “God, will you just shut up for a second!”

    For once, Mac listens, and after a few tense moments of silence, Dennis has an idea. “Follow me,” he says, slamming the closet door shut. “You’re lucky that I have enough fashion sense for the both of us.”

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    Mark: Pack Threat, 7

    One Two Three Four Five Six Epilogue

    RESCUE

    Trigger Warning: violence and slight torture ahead


    The next morning, Taeyong let you sleep in until evening hit.

    You both woke up an hour before dinner and as a warm up, created room to spar for a little while. Once you both showered and packed a small bag with dark but comfortable clothing, Miseong knocked on your door, announcing, “Dinner’s served!”

    Rushing downstairs, you were greeted by the rest of your pack.

    Dinner was eaten quickly, along with a few short stories from the pups about how Yuta drove them around and showed off his hometown. A few minutes after, Taeyong called you into the conference room. Amber and the vampires joined you too as the hunter reviewed the rescue plan.

    Everything was confirmed, the plan was set, and you gathered around the living room with the rest of your pack as Taeil, instructed the pups to be prepared for helping him treat injuries when they returned. They looked worried, yet determined to help the pack whenever needed.

    Two vans drove around town heading towards the forest. You sat beside Miseong, cuddling her to your side in the back of the van as Mark quietly chatted with Sicheng in the middle and Taeil drove in the front with Doyoung.

    When you came upon the forest, you all scrambled out, bringing along the small pack of clothes you brought with you. The vans were parked just a block away, waiting patiently for your return.

    A few minutes of just walking into the forest, you and Miseong found a private place to strip and wrap the bag of clothing around your ankles before phasing. When you did, the young pup stood beside you, her snout reaching to just your shoulder, her pelt easily blending with her surroundings. “Ready?” you asked as you nuzzled the top of her head.

    She nodded and to your surprise, let out a fierce snarl of anger. “If they touched any part of him I’ll rip their throats out!”

    You chuffed in amusement and licked her ears. “That’s my girl.”

    Joining the vampires, Amber, and the pack, you surrounded Taeyong and Doyoung, who stood side by side, their pelts contrasting in color: silver and a dappled coat. With a nod of Taeyong’s head the vampires zipped from your view and Amber disappeared without making a sound.

    Your alpha turned to face his pack, eyes shining with pride and determination. “We’re just a mile away from Jisung. Yuta will lead us there, but before we do I’d like to say this.” There was a pause in the link before he added, “If we succeed or fail, no matter what, we’ll still have each other. I know we’ve gone through some tough times, and this is just another one.”

    A bark of encouragement from Johnny made you chuckle, and for a moment all you could hear through the pack link was laughter.

    “Good luck,” Taeyong added. “We can do it, I know we can.”

    “HWAITING!”

    Everyone bound forward, feeling energy surge through their limbs as the wind brushed their pelts. Your head filled with shouts of determination from the other wolves, and drew your head back slightly to howl at the night, knowing the Moon Goddess was watching over you. The run was a few good miles away, and you enjoyed the stars glistening above you.

    Standing just above the underground facility, everyone phased back to human form and untying the little bags from their ankles, threw on the dark clothes they packed with them. There were even bulletproof vests and wrist communicators that Agent Kim handed out for everyone in case you needed to contact them or Amber. Even the adults each carried a small bag of explosives with them.

    Why you weren’t ambushing in wolf form was because, even though you were at full strength that way, your claws could be heard clicking on any hard surface your paws would step on, which would completely give you away.

    But in order to keep the pack link alive, you were able to “wolf out” as Donghyuck had once jokingly put it. Instead of phasing into full wolf or phase back to human form, you had the ability to stop at a point where your nails and teeth were sharp, eyes glowing gold, and your senses were slightly stronger and faster than the average human.

    You wore a pair of black sweats, a T-shirt over a bulletproof vest, grey shoes, and fingerless gloves you all brought along from your training equipment, much like the other wolves had on now. Eyes roaming over your pack, you caught Mark’s gold gaze and maneuvered over to his side, eyes still locked on his. Then feeling a rush of affection with a tinge of anxiety, you pulled him into an embrace, suddenly realizing how real the situation was. “I’m scared,” you confessed, not wanting to break free from the warmth of his body.

    “I know,” Mark whispered against your ear, and tightened his grip around your waist. “I’m scared too.”

    You weren’t the only ones taking a moment to reassure themselves. Johnny’s arm was thrown around Ten’s shoulders, while Yuta and Hansol playfully pushed one another. Doyoung shared a handshake with Jaehyun, and finally, Sicheng and Kun found comfort in Taeyong’s protective embrace.

    A small nudge to your side made you smile, and wiggling out of your mate’s hold, you pulled Miseong against your front, hugging her tightly, knowing she must be the most nervous out of everyone else. Her head lay against your shoulder and you stroked her hair, “We’re so close to him,” you whispered. “Can you feel it?” You felt her nod, and smiled.

    “Ready?” Taeyong asked, catching everyone’s attention. “This is it.” He held up a wrist, speaking into the communicator. “Amber, we’re here.”

    “Great. Letting you in.”

    Suddenly the ground just a few feet ahead opened up, as if a round slab of earth just removed itself, leaving a gaping hole. With Taeyong in the lead, one by one everyone carefully climbed down the ladder that lead underground, enveloping you in total darkness, your glowing eyes leaving little to no light as you carefully made your way down. After a moment, you could see a distant but faint light underneath your feet. Soon enough you could see the other members silhouettes as they quietly stepped onto the ground.

    Finally you reached the bottom and felt your feet meet hard concrete. Bare walls surrounded you, like a tunnel that lead to a door just yards away. The youngest of your group appeared and Yuta helped Miseong off the ladder, playfully lifting her up and swinging her onto the ground. You heard her laughter ring through the pack link, making everyone chuckle in amusement.

    The hall like way was already lit up, and you quietly surrounded the door to the facility’s entrance. “Amber?” Taeyong muttered.

    “It’s open, I’ve taken over the whole security system.” 

    You all sighed in relief, the mission was going as planned.

    “Wait a minute alpha dog,” there was a pause until the white witch whispered. “The vampires have knocked out the guards, but they’re still fighting, there’s a lot of people here, so be careful.”

    “Gomawo,” your leader thanked and turned to face his pack. “I don’t know the conditions we’re about to enter, everyone on full alert.” He silently pushed the door open and you all carefully followed him inside.

    There was a long hallway in front of you. The walls were bare, nothing interesting. A pair of guards lay on the ground, obviously dead as you couldn’t hear their pulse. At the end of the hall, Taeyong glanced at his pack. “Doyoung, Johnny, Hansol, Kun, Sicheng, Taeil, and Jaehyun, you’re with me. We’re gonna set a diversion and plant explosives around the area. Ten and Yuta, knock out all the officials. Pups, you wait for Amber’s message.”

    Everyone left you three standing in the hall, backs against the wall, impatiently waiting for Amber’s voice.

    A loud explosion suddenly shook the facility. Unfamiliar shouts could be heard but were silenced quickly. “Pups, you’re up,” you heard Amber through the communicator. “Good luck.”

    “Remember the map?” Mark asked you two and you nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

    You all took a left, jogging down the halls of the facility. the place was larger than you expected, but instead of letting that faze you, you focused on your surroundings, noting the rooms you passed, the knocked out guards, and the cameras on the walls. You also took note of the experimentation labs. After a couple minutes, you realized the doors you passed were smaller than the other lab rooms. Each door had a wolf symbol above the locks, and remembered this was where all the pups were being kept.

    That’s also when you realized the Miseong had disappeared. “Mark stop!” You both halted and looked around in panic before sighing in relief as you found her pressed against one of the doors.

    “Everything okay kids?” Taeyong asked through the pack link, obviously surprised by your outburst.

    “We’re fine,” Mark replied.

    You both stepped behind her and smiled as you watched Jisung slowly rise from his bed and walk towards the small window on the door, just like his mate had described. He wore what looked like a long hospital gown, and although you didn’t see any bruises or injuries on his body, the pup looked shaken. His eyes turned gold, tips of his fangs pressed against his bottom lip. “You guys came,” he wondered, tone thick with emotion and you watched a couple silent tears run down his cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re here…”

    Mark’s eyes softened. “We’ll never abandon you.”

    “Stay focused kids,” Taeyong interrupted the moment.

    “Jisung, we’re getting the keys be ready to help out,” you rushed and with a nod of his head, you left, hoping the manager’s room wasn’t too far.

    Finally you found the office and rushed to open the door.

    It was locked.

    “Damn it,” You muttered under your breath, hearing Mark growl behind you. “Taeyong, the door’s locked.”

    “I’m held up right now but ask Amber, she’ll know what to do.”

    You sighed but spoke through the communicator. “The manager’s door is locked.”

    “I can see that, I’m sending help.”

    Miseong growled, “How long are we gonna have to — ”

    “Need some help?” Agent Kim appeared out of nowhere and in a milli-second the door was busted open. “There ya go.”

    “Kamsahamnida,” Mark thanked him before the bloodsucker sped off.

    You opened every single drawer in the office, quickly getting frustrated as the keys hadn’t appeared yet.

    “Found ‘em!” your maknae shouted and she held up a ring of keys and began tugging on them. “They’re labeled too, but they’re stuck in the ring.”

    Mark maneuvered to her side and easily broke the metal ring. “Y/N and I only need the torture and test room keys, you get the rest.” He slid off two key and handed them to you, giving the rest back.

    You both watched the Miseong speed off in Jisung’s direction before going the opposite way. Quickly you found the isle with multiple lab rooms and quickly surveyed the area. “Which rooms first?” you whispered.

    “Test labs.”

    They were the first ones before you after all and unlocked the first one, gasping in shock as your gold eyes stared at a large cylinder machine filled with water. A girl wearing the exact same gown as Jisung, probably just a few years older than you, was strapped inside, a mask over her nose and mouth as if it was meant for breathing, but instead, she looked unconscious.

    “How do we get her out?”

    “You won’t,” a voice said behind you and and loud gunshots made you both instinctively duck.

    The bullets hit the cylinder and water crashed over you both, soaking you through your clothes. After the initial shock was over and coming to your senses, you looked up to see a man with a lab coat standing over you both, aiming the gun at your heads.

    Your training pushed to the front of your mind and you flipped around, kicking the gun out of his hold and allowed Mark to flip over you, kicking the man straight in the head, knocking him cold.

    A gasp from the girl could be heard and you both crouched down, tearing and untangling her from the mask and the straps. “Are you okay?” you asked her as Mark carefully held her up in a sitting position. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

    She looked around in confusion before shaking her head. “No, I’m…I’m okay…who,” she paused for a second, looking at you and your mate in confusion. “Who are you?” She sounded incredibly scared, her voice soft and trembling. “You don’t look like the scientists.”

    “We’re your rescue party,” Mark muttered and added quickly. “Do you know where the other wolves are being kept?”

    She nodded. “Of course.”

    “Go there and help our pack mates unlock the rest of the rooms, gather everyone with you,“ you ordered. “You’ll be safe with them, I promise.”

    She cracked a small grin. “I know how to fight.”

    You sent her out after Jisung and Miseong and quickly moved onto the next test and torture rooms. In just a few moments you saw some pretty frightening scenes: there was a boy strapped to a chair with wires attached to his head, another girl was strapped to a table with tubes in her wrists and neck, then among the torture rooms, there was a boy beat up from a pipe, and a girl weakling struggling from wolfsbane in her body. The worst one was the last room you unlocked. You and Mark interrupted a scene where a couple scientists were slowly upping the channels of two electrical chairs with a girl and boy strapped in their seats.

    The fight to save them was longer than you hoped. The scientists were armed with guns as you somehow had to turn off the controllers while weaving in and out of their bullets. You both already managed to get nicked more than a handful of times before Mark finally got close enough to slam his hand against the off switch. You watched in horror as the wolves in the chairs fell limp.

    Another loud shot rang out and you rolled out of the way, feeling something graze your ear and grimaced as you felt pain a split second later. But you ignored it, the tortured patients were more important and you still needed to get rid of the men with the lab coats.

    You joined Mark in the fight right as he pounced on the back of a scientist, biting into the man’s neck and managing to kick the gun away. You dodged the other man’s bullet by rolling into his legs, knocking him off his feet and you quickly stood up, kicking his head and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

    You ran towards the wolves, wondering what you should do because moving an injured, not to mention unconscious person was very dangerous. “Amber,” you spoke, knowing the white witch could hear you. “We need some assistance.”

    And sure enough, Isuel, the wonderful hunter stood before you in seconds. “Good timing,” she chirped. “I just killed a whole gang of guards with an explosive. What’s up?”

    Mark gestured to the patients strapped in the chairs. “We need to quickly untie them, they’ve been electrocuted, so be careful. Also, there’s a tied up boy in room 323 and a girl fighting off wolfsbane in her system in room 324. Get them to safety, please?”

    The vampire nodded and in a matter of seconds both patients were quickly whisked out of the room.

    “Taeyong, we’ve finished,” you contacted everyone through the pack link.

    “We have too,” Miseong sounded in your head. “We’re back in the hallway we came from.”

    “Perfect, I’m proud of you kids,” your alpha praised and you and Mark shared a pleased glance and humorously fist bumped in success. “We’re just fighting off these last handful of guards and we’ll rendezvous back at the entrance.”

    When everyone returned, Amber opened up another entrance way, this one safer than the other, like a large ramp leading underground than a steep ladder. Agent Kim called in the whole emergency team and soon enough the rescued wolves were put onto stretchers and rolled out of the still secret facility. He promised to launch an investigation on the place after everything was over since all the scientists were put under arrest and taken in for questioning.

    Around 4:00 am you all wandered outside and breathed in the fresh forest air. The facility was blown up, the explosives Taeyong and his wolves set destroying every last bit of the place.

    While everyone was getting their more major injuries patched up, you took this time to mull over the mission, staring at the darkness leading under the forest soil, wondering if the ugly scenes you had witnessed would ever be forgotten.

    “I wonder how many other wolves died in there,” you thought out loud, back in your complete human form. “Just…Goddess,” you chuckled slightly in defeat, mentally exhausted. “If you’re listening, we saw a lot of awful things. Hopefully, you’ll be kind to everyone tonight and won’t give any of your children nightmares.”

    Something was carefully thrown over your shoulders. You looked down and smiled, it was a a towel to dry off with. The water from the test room still clung to your clothes.

    Arms wrapped around your waist, the heat from your mate’s body warming your still cold skin. “Who are you talking to?” Mark asked, tone light, feeling your sentimental mood.

    “The Moon Goddess,” you said, hoping to sound a little more chipper, also trying to psych yourself out too. “I’m hoping she’ll give us peaceful dreams tonight.”

    You felt Mark plant a comforting kiss to your forehead and leaned back against him, eyes closing, feeling his mouth trail down the side of your head but stop at the shell of your ear. “You’re bleeding,” he muttered and moved slightly to view your face better. “Where else are you injured?” he asked, arms around your waist loosening.

    “Hmm, well, my arms and shoulder definitely took a few scratches,” you stated, checking your arms and sure enough, you could already see the scratches beginning to heal. “They’re closing up already.”

    “Mine too,” Mark whispered. “But I think you should have Taeil look at your ear.”

    “Really it’s fine.”

    “Please at least have him stop the bleeding.”

    “It will in a moment, stop freaking out.”

    “Yah,” Mark grunted in a reprimanding tone, but you heard the teasing in his voice and stifled your laughter. “I’m trying to keep my mate in one piece because apparently she couldn’t do that during the mission.”

    You chuckled, his words making you break out in a grin and turned around to press an appreciative kiss against his mouth, holding it for a few seconds before whispering. “Okay, if it doesn’t stop bleeding in the next minute I’ll have Taeil check it out.”

    It stopped bleeding in the next thirty seconds.

    As you sat in the van, Doyoung driving about half of you back to Yuta’s old home, you turned around, witnessing the cute scene happening in the back seat. “That’s adorable,” you heard Mark whisper beside you, as he too turned around to watch them.

    You knew the two would be inseparable in the next month or so. But everyone understood, knowing both of them had quite a scare in the past couple of weeks, and needed to reassure themselves their other half wouldn’t again just disappear like that. They look so peaceful, you thought, grinning.

    Jisung lay across Miseong’s lap, still wearing the hospital gown but she didn’t seem to mind, as she had cuddled herself into his side, holding him tightly. Tiny smiles quirked the corners of their lips through the entire ride home.

    •••

    Blinks blinks some more I’m done writing this! I’m freaking done writing oh, my, gawd, what even. Okay, wow, now what??? Guess I’ll have to check the poll results huh? Haha wow I can’t believe I’m done! This was so much fun to write! Like so much fun my mind was going crazy!!

    Thank you so much…so so so much for all the support you gave me and the encouragement to keep writing. I love you guys so much, you’re part of my motivation to keep writing, which is a lot to say but I’m serious, you all mean so much to me so thank you, I love you all❤💖🎉🎉

    Oh don’t worry of course I’m gonna write a epilogue, duh, because we all need actual closure don’t we…or wait….another beginning to a certain wolf’s story. Hehe hope you’re ready for another furry ride!

    Dracula themes and references in Sherlock: series 1

    Introduction:

    AS I began to write about my favourite scene in TGG: The Golem, planetarium fight, what I consider to be the emotional climax of series 1, I began to realise that the theme of Dracula/Nosferatu was not just in this scene but that it ran through the show.  At the planetarium the scene turns around on Sherlock and he goes from Dracula to Harker and must face his own seduction.  

    This is why there’s such a change from Sherlock’s look in series 1 to series 2.  In ASiB, we see Sherlock eating in the first third of the episode. He seems healthy and robust and there are a lot of scenes in sunny daytime.

    I have come to see the Golem/planetarium fight scene as the climax of the Dracula theme, as well as the emotional climax.  For that is a story about seduction and giving in to forbidden, frightening pleasures.  About the incredible seductive power of a lonely, mysterious man, who will take your will and make you his slave.

    *

    Dracula shows us a piece of the Victorian psyche.  Its themes show us the sexual anxieties of the time.  Including but not limited to:

    *homosexual fear (Harker)

    *fear of unbridled sexuality 

    *fear of blood-bourne illness

    *fear of penetration

    *xenophobia, fear of foreigners, ‘from the East’

    *fear of the loss of the maternal instinct in women (Lucy)

    *fear of female sexuality (Nina)

    *

     

    In Series 1, in John’s interaction with Sherlock we see him as Jonathan Harker arriving at a strange and mysterious man’s home.  We see him eat while Sherlock does not.  We see that a significant portion of the plot occurs after nightfall.  Sherlock’s makeup is very pale and ghostly, a marked change from the original pilot where he looked much more accessible and less other-wordly.  The way that his coat collar is turned up is reminiscent of Dracula’s cape collar.  

    The lighting and camera work are often suggestive of being in a spell or trance.  Throughout ASiP, especially we see Sherlock lit in a very soft and cool lightning emphasising his facial beauty and also giving him an ethereal quality.  The camera work when Sherlock explains his first set of deductions about John is very spinny.  It’s dizzying in its focus, it’s almost like an early version of the TBB, 'spinny kiss’, it has the effect of two men mesmerised by looking at each other.  But, always the emphasis is on Sherlock’s 'otherness’.  John, here, looks very handsome but very everymanish.  Sherlock, looks as otherworldly and dapper as we’ve ever seen him. 

    Note: the movie Nosferatu has changed the names of the characters because they could not get permission to use them.  Hence, Dracula becomes Orlok, Harker becomes Hutter (which reminds me of Hudders) and Nina becomes Ellen.

    *

    ASiP

    First parallel to Nosferatu: John bolts up in bed, awoken from a dream.  He has not yet met Sherlock.  In the Dracula subtext, this is John being called to Sherlock, whom he will soon meet,

    Ellen bolts up in bed, awoken from a dream about Dracula.  She has not yet met Dracula.  This is Dracula summoning her from a dream,

    HLV, John bolts up from a dream about Sherlock, looking like Dracula, things are becoming more explicit,

    *

    Introduction to Sherlock as supernaturally omnipresent:

    *

    Our first look at Sherlock.  Note his first interaction, here, is with a dead body,

    Classic Bela Lugosi as Dracula,

    (source: http://spinoff.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/dracula.jpg)

    *

    Hutter, eating dinner at Dracula’s,

    Orlok, not eating/doesn’t need to eat.  Trying to act normal, reading,

    Sherlock, not eating/doesn’t need to eat,

    Nosferatu Parallel, at the Roland-Kerr Further Education College.  What sort of, 'further’, education might Sherlock and John require?

    *

    TBB

    Sherlock still not eating,

    This spin is disorienting and hypnotic.  Dracula puts you under a spell that you cannot combat,

    Not sleeping/doesn’t need to sleep,

    *

    TGG

    Blood,

    In TGG, the Dracula tables are about to turn on Sherlock.  Note that in this episode John wears his coat collar turned up.

    This symbolizes reciprocity: Sherlock cannot be only the seducer without eventually acknowledging that he’s also the seduced.  He is under John’s spell, too,

    Sherlock is still not eating,

    *

    The Golem

    The most iconic reference to Nosferatu is his shadow.  Here is the Golem as Nosferatu,

    Here we have Sherlock as the Nosferatu and John as Hutter,

    And then, the opposite: John as Orlok and Sherlock as Hutter.  This is the meaning of the Golem scene: Sherlock faces that he’s fallen for John as well,

    Now, here we have two Hutters vs The Golem.  Fear of feelings and fear of sex.  With far away melancholy look of fear and already-panting look of fear.  Exit sign shows urge to flee due to these fears,

    Feeling concerned about his body: 'where’s my penis symbol?’  

    “Don’t worry I brought it and will give it to you”,

    Note this happens again in HLV.  "Do you have your phallic symbol/boner?  Here I will give it to you",

    Ever notice how much professor Cairns (caring?) looks like Sherlock?  She is the person that the Golem is there to kill.  She is looking for information, knowledge.  Here, she looks particularly, 'illuminated’.  She’s looking for knowledge of the solar system, Sherlock’s code for, 'feelings’, and while she could have googled this on her phone in like 5 seconds, she’s here, dramatically engaging with some 20th century technology,

    Note that she also looks like John.  She’s wearing a grey open sweater vest, and has blonde hair.  She is a visual mash-up of our protagonists,

    Here come Sherlock, armed with feelings and a boner.  Notice how John is specifically not inside the feelings circle.  John’s okay with his feelings,

    Golem’s shadow, once again, contrasted with the exit.  The urge to flee is strong when it comes to facing the Golem,

    No other scene in Sherlock is as disorienting and chaotic as this fight scene.  This is one of the most vulnerable moments for Sherlock, since he’s entirely out of his element.  In the realm of feelings, fighting an man symbolic of male seduction and loss of control.

    Rendered helpless from behind,

    Such a romantic moment, here.  "Save me, Janus!  Do you see what’s going on?“

    'Don’t worry, baby, I got this.  Look at me, I’m smiling’,

    Immediately the Golem’s like, 'you’re not afraid?  You’re next, bro!’  And John’s like, 'ahhh!  I am afraid, dammit!’

    Hey, Sherlock, the Golem’s going to throw John at you.  You ready?  (With intense pink between-his-legs feelings)

    The editing does a beautiful nod to old films in this obvious instance.  It brings me great pleasure.  Sherlock falls to our left with what looks like a film burn mark on the bottom of the screen,

    Yet, he gets up and is directly in front of the Golem.  This is a purposeful break in continuity as homage to early films,

    Sherlocks gets knocked down to our left for a second time,

    The Golem attacks,

    John jumps on the Golem, symbolizing that he is the Golem.  He’s the one seducing him, like Dracula would,

    The emotional climax: John 'saves’ him from the Golem.  But, when his hands pull away from Sherlock’s face, his reaction is unusual.  He looks relaxed, surprised, and a bit wistful, is he sad to see the hands go away? Maybe it’s a matter of, 'you don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone’?

    We must remember that when Dracula attacks you, he does not overpower you with force but with his magical charms.  By the time he’s on you, you want him to be there.  He makes you want it,

    Notice the unusual gesture of the hands.  They, too, look relaxed and not threatening or tense,

    Notice the size and shape of the hands is much more suggestive of John’s hands than of the Golem’s hands.  When they are near his heart, more light orbs appear, symbolising Sherlock’s feelings.  This is Sherlock under John’s spell,

    *

    Stay tuned for some other Dracula themes in the rest of the story.

    King George III x Reader - It’s a Promise

    Request - “Fluffy and yet a bit angsty one with King George where reader-chan is leaving for America, and is leaving George alone, please. :‘3 “ from a lil old Nonny :3

    Summary - As she packs her stuff, George soon wakes up and finds out that she was leaving. And he began to freak out, worried that she didn’t love him. So they talk it out, and in the end, after tears and such, George lets her go. The day she was leaving, George gave her a proper goodbye before watching her go.

    Timeline - Hamilton days/Hamiltime

    Word Count - 1,435

    Trigger Warnings - None \(*^*)/

    AAAAAND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE TRASH I MADE OWO)/

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    Spellbound--Calum Hood Hogwarts AU

    Hey guys! This was personal request from my best friend, she’s a Calum girl and she loves Harry Potter and she asked me to write a 5sos Hogwarts AU imagine for her. I apologize for the length–it’s a bit over 13,000 words– this turned out to be a lot more than what I originally had planned but I had so much fun writing this, so if you have a possible 5sos Hogwarts idea that you want brought to life, just shoot me a request (: I hope you all enjoy it! 

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    You panted as you darted down the corridors, your hurried footsteps echoing off the stone walls. You were up late studying the night before for your Potions exam later today and you overslept this morning, missing your alarm and if it wasn’t for Hermione shaking you awake before she left for breakfast, you would probably still be sleeping.

    So now you were sweaty, hungry and running late for Transfiguration and you knew McGonagall was going to give you a lecture, you just hoped it wouldn’t be in front of the class like last time.

    Finally reaching your destination, you gave yourself a few moments to collect yourself, smoothing down your hair, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart and attempted to project a calm demeanor instead of the frazzled one that you were sure was written all over your features.

    With a final comb of your fingers through your hair, you hefted your books up a bit higher and straightening your shoulders, you grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, wincing mentally at the loud groan it gave off, alerting everyone in the class of your presence.

    You could feel the blush rising to your face as everyone turned to look at you. McGonagall stopped speaking at the disruption, her stern blue eyes meeting yours and she pursed her lips, eyeing you disapprovingly.

    “Ms. Y/L/N, I am so delighted you could join us, please inform us as to why you are late to my class?” She asked, looking down her nose at you.

    You gulped, picking nervously as your books, “I’m sorry Professor, I overslept, it won’t happen again.”

    Her usual harsh eyes softened subtly and the corner of her thin lips lifted, “I’m not one for divination, Ms. Y/L/N, but somehow I find that a bit hard to believe,” the class snickered and you could feel your blush deepen, “Now please, take a seat so we may continue our lesson.”

    Biting your lip, you found your usual seat by Hermione occupied by Ron, and the only one left was a few rows back.

    It wasn’t the location of the seat that bothered you. No, it was the person that you would be sitting next to you that made your heart rate spike and your already heated face, heat even more.

    Calum Hood, Gryffindor Quidditch star, mischief maker, the hottest guy at Hogwarts and your crush since First Year. The top few buttons of his crisp shirt were undone, revealing tattoos and blemish free tan skin. Hi scarlet and gold tie was hung haphazardly across his neck. His grey sweater vest clung to what promised to be a nice toned body and his dark hair was long enough that it had begun to curl loosely across his head. His blondish fringe brushed across his heavy eyebrows in the most appealing way and your fingers itched to brush it back so you’d have a better view of his beautiful mocha eyes.

    McGonagall clearing her throat brought you out of your daze and you blushed heavily when you realized the entire class had watched you blatantly check Calum out.

    “Today, Ms. Y/L/N.”

    Blushing profusely, you scurried to the empty seat and sat down, quickly opening your bag to dig out your supplies. Finding a quill, you dipped it into the ink pot that appeared magically on your desk, unrolling your spare piece of parchment and began taking the notes that kept appearing on the board.

    “You haven’t missed much.” A smooth voice whispered beside you.

    Hesitantly, you peeked at Calum from underneath your eyelashes and he gave you a friendly smile.

    “But, even if you did, I think McGonagall would personally brief you until you were up to speed.” He whispered conspiratorially, his voice slightly teasing.

    You giggled softly, blushing, “I don’t know, I think she’s about had it with me constantly being late.”

    Calum chuckled, “Nah, I think she just gives you a hard time to keep up appearances. She doesn’t want people to think she can actually be nice.”

    You laughed, “She’s not the worst teacher I’ve ever had—at least she’s nicer than Snape. Defense used to be my favorite subject, but now I dread even walking near the classroom.”

    Calum laughed, and you couldn’t help but fall for the slight twinkle that appeared in his brown eyes when he did so, or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.

    “I agree, although my grade in Potions would say otherwise. Now that Slughorn’s teachining, my grade isn’t suffering too horribly, however,  there’s definitely room for improvement.” He laughed.

    “I could help you, if—I mean I’m pretty good at potions, but um, I’m not bragging or anything, but I mean if you need…help.” You could feel your cheeks heat at your stumbled suggestion and you bit your lip, both a nervous habit and a way of preventing yourself from saying or doing anything more to embarrass yourself further.

    He smiled, his mocha eyes twinkling, “Thank you for offering, but I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m quite horrible and I wouldn’t want to take up your time—“

    You gave him a smile, hoping you didn’t seem too eager, “I don’t mind at all! It would help me out too!”

    He furrowed his eyebrows, “How would tutoring me help you?”

    You faltered for a second, biting your lip. How would tutoring him help you? With all of your classes, you were barely finding time to sleep with the amount of homework and studying you’d been doing, let alone have room for anything else.

    But…by tutoring Calum in Potions, that’s one less class you had to study for at night, considering it would be a way of reviewing and that would definitely give you some free time to focus on other classes and not to mention, one on one time with Calum and that was something you definitely, didn’t mind at all. You would gladly sacrifice a few more hours of sleep if it meant you got to know Calum a little more.

    “It would be an alternative way of studying, kind of, in a way,” You began and you smiled slightly at the dubious look he gave you, “I mean, if you don’t want my help, it’s okay, I kind of forced the idea on you and I’m sure you’re busy with Quidditch practi—“

    “I won’t have Quidditch period if I don’t get my grade up, so if it’s not too much trouble, you’d be doing me a huge favor by tutoring me.” He admitted with a hopeful smile.

    “I don’t mind, just let me know what days are good for you and we can draw up a schedule of sorts.”

    “Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this, I promise I won’t waste your time.” He said earnestly.

    It was the first time you ever heard Calum Hood say your name and you felt a little dizzy at the fact that he even knew it.

    “We’ve had every class together since first year, and you’re one of the smartest girls in our year, let alone our house, of course I know your name.” Calum said and you blushed brightly when you realized you said that out loud.

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

    He laughed, “It’s fine, I just hope you know my name or else this will be pretty embarrassing.”

    “Calum,” You murmured, “Your name is Calum.”

    He gave you a bright smile, that familiar twinkle in his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart fluttering.

    “Now that we’ve been introduced properly, would you two care to pay attention to the actual class or do you wish us to wait on you to be done with your conversation?” McGonagall asked from in front of classroom.

    “My apologies Professor, I was just asking Y/N if she could spare a piece of parchment so I could finish my notes.”

    You simply nodded, handing him a piece of parchment that was in no way big enough to take notes on, just to back up his claim, while thinking that the amount of blushing you’d done in the last half hour was dangerous to your health.

    You and Calum didn’t talk for the rest of class, but as you were collecting your books and your hefty amount of notes, you noticed the small piece of parchment flutter into your lap as Calum stood up to leave.

    Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays after dinner in the library? Let me know if that works for you. Meet me after Quidditch practice tonight and we can discuss it.

    Thank you again for offering to help, I really appreciate it!

    -C

    You stared at the note in disbelief, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending three days a week with Calum.

    Alone.

    Just the two of you.

    Alone.

    You looked over at the door just in time to catch Calum wink at you before he was ushered out the door by Michael Clifford, a Slytherin—which had to be the most unlikely friendship in all of Hogwarts history.

    You stared at the spot that Calum just vacated and then back down at the note. You didn’t know how long you did that, but once again, McGonagall was their to break you out of your trance.

    “As flattered as I am that you enjoy my class so much that you seem so torn to leave, don’t you have other classes to tend to, Ms. Y/L/N?”

    Blushing, you wished her a good day and hurried out of the classroom, now well on your way to being late for Potions.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Later that night, after eating a quick dinner, you hurried back up to Gryffindor tower and attempted to study for a bit—a vain attempt, because more often than you would like to admit, your gaze kept drifting out the window, where you could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Butterflies assaulted your stomach at the thought of meeting Calum, both out of nerves and excitement.

    “Oh for heavens sake, just go down there already!”

    You jumped, startled out of your Calum induced haze. When you met Hermione’s annoyed and exasperated gaze, you grinned sheepishly, your cheeks flushing.

    “Sorry, ‘Mione, I didn’t mean to—“

    She cut you off with a fond roll of her eyes, “It’s fine, but you’re not getting any work done at all, so you might as well leave early and watch for a bit, they still have about a half hour or so to go.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “How do you know that?”

    She gave you a sneaky smile, “I may or may not have overheard your conversation with him in Transfiguration, so I went ahead and asked Harry for you.”

    You gave her a small, but grateful smile, “Thank you.”

    She smiled back, “No problem, now go and have fun! Make sure you wear a coat, it’s quite chilly out.”

    You hesitated, feeling a bit guilty for leaving her in the common room by herself, “Do you want to come with me?”

    She smiled, shaking her head, “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I think I’m going to stay here and study a bit more.”

    “Alright, I’ll be back later.” You told her, before jogging up the stairs to grab your jacket. If you happened to glance in the mirror to fix your hair and makeup, well, no one had to know. You glanced down at your skinny jeans and picked at the hem of your band t-shirt—an old Nirvana t-shirt that you were sure didn’t belong to you—probably something you stole from your brother, judging by the way it hung off of you.

    Shrugging your shoulders, you gave your reflection a small smile and proceeded to make your way back down the stairs and out of the tower.

    “Have fun!” Hermione called after you.

    You smiled to yourself as you made your way down to the pitch, smiling at t familiar faces or Professors that walked by. As you made your way out of the front of the castle, you inhaled the autumn air, shivering a little bit at the chilliness and you burrowed closer into your jacket, shoving your hands into the pockets. Your fingers brushed against something soft and you grinned in triumph when you pulled your favorite beanie out of the pocket. Thankful for your talent of misplacing things, you pulled the beanie on over your head, sighing happily at the warmth it offered on your cold ears.

    It wasn’t until the Quidditch pitch came into view that your previous excited energy faded and nerves replaced it. You didn’t have much experience with boys, and considering how long you’d like Calum, you also thought you might be getting a head of yourself and your hopes up a little too high. You’d been going to school with him for six years and it wasn’t until today that you’d actually had a conversation with him, instead of a smile in the hallway or congratulating him on another win on the Quidditch pitch at the parities that were held in the common room after.

    As far as you knew, you had no reason to believe that Calum even liked you back. Calum was a pretty nice guy, he talked to everyone and was friends with anyone, no matter of what house they were in or blood status. Michael was a good example of that, they’d been friends since first year, despite being sorted into rival houses.

    So, all current data considered, you had no proof of Calum having nothing but friendly intentions towards you. You were his Potions tutor and if things worked out, another friend to add to his long list of friends he already had and he could be another list to add your list of…one. Well, one and Harry and Ron, who you hung out with occasionally when you Hermione forced you to go on Hogsmeade visits with them.

    By the time you climbed up the stairs to one of the stands on the Quidditch pitch, you’d put yourself in a pretty downtrodden mood.

    You didn’t even pay attention to which one you ended up in, so you were a bit surprised when you saw Michael sitting in the stands, nodding his head along to the beat of what you assumed was music and once you got closer, you noticed the familiar shape of an iPod.

    “I thought muggle electronics didn’t work at Hogwarts?” You asked aloud once you got close enough for him hear you.

    He looked up at your question and gave you a mischievous smile.

    “My dad charmed it so it would, it helps that I’m so far from the castle.” He answered you with a secret smile.

    You laughed, nodding towards the vacant seat next to him, “Do you mind if I sit down?”

    He shook his head, “Go a head, I don’t mind.”

    You smiled, collapsing down on the bench, turning your body towards Michael, “What are you listening to?”

    “Uh, a bit of All Time Low. They’re an American band that I stumbled across a couple years ago—“

    You gave him a smile, “I know who they are. My favorite song is probably ‘Therapy’ or ‘Paint You Wings’, depends on my mood I guess.”

    He gave you a surprised look, “You like All Time Low?”

    You nodded, blushing a bit a his sudden surprise.

    “Sorry, but it’s not often that I meet a witch or wizard that knows who they are, let alone likes them.” He explained.

    You smiled, “Well, I’m muggle-born, so that might explain it.”

    “What other bands do you listen to?” He asked eagerly.

    You gave him a wide smile, equally as excited.

    You and Michael sat there chatting for a few minutes discussing bands and other music artist that you had in common. Conversation flowed easily with you two and you found yourself enjoying his company. He complimented you on your t-shirt and you replied in kind on his vintage Zeppelin t-shirt. He was funny, and he made you laugh with his running commentary on the Quidditch practice.

    By the time the practice was over, you’d both decided to meet up that weekend to hang out and listen to music in one of the old classrooms on the seventh floor corridor.

    You looked up at your name accompanied by a loud whoosh noise and you looked up to see Calum hovering right by your side on his broom. You heart gave a giant leap in your chest at the sight of him in his Quidditch robes, his dark brown hair windswept, cheeks flushed with the chill in the air and the extortion of practicing. His dark eyes were blown wide with adrenalin, but they were currently rested on Michael’s arm, which had been casually thrown over your shoulder during your conversation, and the close proximity you two seemed to be sitting in. Even with the warming charm Michael had place on the two of you, you were still a bit chilled and had huddled a bit closer towards Michael.

    You gave him a bright smile, “Hey, Calum, did you have a good practice?”

    He looked up at your question, giving you a small smile, but you frowned when you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did.

    “Yeah, it was…alright,” he decided eventually, “You two look like you had a better time than me, though.” he added, once again glancing at your close proximity.

    You were confused, glancing at Michael, who had a wicked smile on his face at his friend’s statement, his green eyes twinkling mischievously.

    “We did, thank you for noticing,” Michael told him cheerfully, “Y/N here seems to have a wonderful taste in music, I definitely approve.”

    You blushed heavily at his insinuation, but he continued on, shooting you a teasing smile, “Although, she’s so great that I think I might keep her for myself, what do you think, Y/N?” he asked you, his eyes glinting and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his antics, “Do you want to run away with me and we’ll survive off of music and our passionate love?”

    You flicked your eyes back up to Calum, laughter escaping your lips, “Is he always this ridiculous?” you asked him.

    “Unfortunately,” but Calum didn’t seem amused at all by Michael’s antics.

    An awkward silence settled over the three of you—well, you felt awkward, Michael seemed perfectly content to sit there in the awkwardness and Calum looked like a mixture of uncomfortable and murderous.

    “Well!” Michael said loudly, removing his arm from your shoulder and standing up, “this has been fun, but I can hear the homework I’m not gonna do calling my name,” Michael said, giving a Calum a grin, “I’ll see you later, buddy and Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Giving you a wink and patting Calum on the back, he popped his earphones back in his ears and walked away.

    You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t help the small, amused smile that danced on your lips as you watched him walk away.

    “He’s definitely…different,” you decided on, looking back over at Calum, who seemed a to be a bit confused.

    “Are you two like, hanging out tomorrow or something?” he asked you, looking over at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

    You nodded, giving him a smile, “Yeah! He said he had some records he wanted to show me—some Wizard bands he said he thought I would like and I told him I’d bring some of my CD’s and my iPod. He said he’d be able to get it to work or something,” you raised your eyebrow in question and Calum simply shrugged, “you’re more than welcome to tag along, it could be fun.” You added with a bright smile.

    His eyes finally drifted over to you and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. He still had the sour look on his face and it only seem to deepen the more he thought about it.

    Finally, he shook his head, giving you a tight smile, “Nah, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

    You frowned subtly, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face. Sure, you were still excited to possibly have a new friend—one who had interest in something besides studying—and Michael seemed like a really cool guy.

    But.

    You were hoping to spend sometime with Calum, in a non-academic setting and possibly learn more about him. If you couldn’t have him the way you wanted him, you still wanted to be friends. You mentally shrugged your shoulders—you’d just have to make the best of what you had.

    Calum seemed lost to your inner thoughts as he hopped off his broom, landing smoothly in the aisle of the stand and quickly grabbing his broom before it fell to the ground. He propped it up against the bench before he sat down next to you, his arm gently brushing yours.

    “So, I see you got my note, do Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays work for you?” Calum asked, changing the topic, “I can do other days, but it’d have to be during lunch or dinner or I can give up a few of my Saturdays or even Sunday’s but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do school work on the weekend—“

    “Calum,” you interrupted him gently, unintentionally grabbing his hand to get his attention, “Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays work for me, and if you want, to free up some of your week days, we can exchange Thursdays for Saturdays, but I just thought that you’d want to spend your weekends with your friends in Hogsmeade, not doing homework with me.” You gave a light laugh, looking down at the toes of your scuffed black boots.

    Calum chuckled, his mood seeming to brighten a bit at the change in topic, “I thought the same thing. It’s bad enough I’m taking up some of your time during the week, I didn’t want to bother you on the weekends, too.”

    You gave him a smile, “You’re not a bother, I usually do homework or read or help Hagrid with some of the animals on the weekend.”

    He furrowed his eyebrows, “Don’t you ever go to Hogsmeade or something with your friends?”

    You shrugged, “Sometimes I go with Hermione when she goes with Harry or Ron, but those three are so close that sometimes it feels like I’m fourth wheeling it or something,” you gave him a smile, “usually though, I just hang out by myself, listen to music or like I said, read or do homework.”

    You were thankful for the cool air that already making your cheeks pink, because you blushed once you realized how pathetic you made yourself sound.

    “It’s not that bad,” you felt compelled to say, “I get a lot of my work done and it helps me keep my grades up and I do get out sometimes, it’s, um, yeah.” You trailed off lamely.

    You blushed at Calum’s slightly amused look he gave you, his eyes twinkling at your stuttered excuses.

    “Well, maybe you can find time in your weekend schedule for me? I wouldn’t mind the extra study time, I’m pretty awful at potions.” He laughed

    You nodded, smiling at him, “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

    Silence settled over the two of you and it was then that you realized you were still holding Calum’s hand. Blushing furiously, you quickly let go, ignoring the way the worn leather of his Quidditch gloves and the warmth of his skin felt against against your palm.

    “Sorry, um, sorry,” you muttered, slightly embarrassed.

    He laughed lightly, “We should probably head back, it’s getting late and I still have to shower and work on that Defense essay that’s due tomorrow for Snape.”

    You nodded, agreeing, “Yeah, I told Hermione that I’d be back around now so we could study some more before bed.”

    Standing up, you stretched, shivering slightly when you noticed Michael’s warming charm had worn off.

    “I like your shirt, Nirvana’s one of my favorite bands.” he informed you as you began walking back to the castle, Calum’s broom slung casually over his shoulder.

    “Thanks, it’s mine too, but I have to admit that the shirt belongs to my brother and it mysteriously ended up in my trunk when I came back to school.” You gave him a sneaky smile and he laughed.

    You two continued to talk during your long trek up to Gryffindor tower and you learned that Calum was Muggleborn, like you, loved football and music. He had an older sister named Mali and he was half Australian, which explained the slight accent in his voice.

    Conversation only broke once you reached the portrait hole and once he recited the password, you both stopped inside the outskirts of the common room.

    “Well, I’m gonna go shower and then work on my essay, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked you hopefully.

    You nodded, giving him a smile, “Sounds good to me.”

    “Goodnight, Y/N.” He said with a smile.

    “Goodnight, Calum.” You replied with a grin.

    He turned and nearly bumping into a little first year girl, who looked both parts terrified and awed at seeing Calum decked out in his Quidditch robes and you giggled quietly to yourself.

    Me too, little girl, You thought to yourself as Calum threw an amused smile over his shoulder at you, his eyes crinkling as he laughed at himself, me too.

    “So,” a voice said beside you and you turned to see three pairs of curious eyes trained on you, “how’d it go?”

    You blushed at Hermione’s question as Harry and Ron looked on amusedly,  “It went well, we discussed our tutoring schedule and I think it will be adequate and it should work out, definitely, yes.” you replied, nodding to emphasize your point.

    Harry gave you a grin, “Thank you for doing this, Y/N, Calum is our best Chaser and we need him if we want to have any shot a the cup this year.”

    You gave Harry a smile as Hermione came over to you, putting her arm through yours as she lead you towards the girl’s dormitory, “You’re welcome, Harry!”

    “He looked properly smitten with you, Y/N!” Hermione said excitedly and you were a bit taken aback by the rather…girlish topic from her.

    “Are you feeling okay? You never want to talk about…girl things.” You asked, giving her a curious glance.

    She shrugged, “I never really get a chance to and I’m interested and besides,” she added, her cheeks turning pink, “I might need some help with…someone.”

    While you were surprised, you were also pleased at the chance to get to know Hermione better. You two were friends, yes, but mostly due to your shared love of academics and you made great studying partners and besides some trips to Hogsmeade together, you two never really talked about such frivolous things with each other.

    With a smile, you plopped down on your bed and Hermione followed suit, and you told her about your night while she listened attentively and when she began speaking in a slightly nervous voice about her crush on Harry, well, you fought hard at the knowing grin that wanted to spread across your face.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~

    After that fateful Transfiguration lesson, it seemed as if you saw Calum everywhere. In the corridors, at breakfast, lunch and dinner and in all of your classes. The next day, as you wandered into the Transfiguration classroom—on time for once, you didn’t think you’d ever seen McGonagall so surprised—you were going to take your original seat back next to Hermione, but Calum, who you’d noticed always seemed to be on time for everything, had other plans. He looked up when you entered the classroom and the smile that graced his face made your heart flutter. He patted the seat next to him and with an encouraging look from Hermione, you hesitantly sat down and almost immediately, Calum struck up an easy conversation between you two. You talked about simple things—his Defense essay, the weather, the upcoming Quidditch match—and you were surprised how quickly you became comfortable with him. He still made you a bit nervous, but you found yourself forgetting about any nerves as he made you laugh at an admittedly lame joke, his eyes crinkling at the corners and smiling so wide, you were sure you could see a small dimple in his chin.

    Over the weekend, you spent most of your time in the library, checking out any books that you thought would help Calum with Potions. You weren’t sure where he was, exactly, in his learning or where he struggled and you planned to find out Tuesday, which would be your first tutoring lesson.

    Michael met up with you after class on Friday to discuss what day you wanted to hang out and considering you never really did anything on Sundays, you both agreed that would be the perfect day for you to meet up. You found yourself smiling the rest of the day and when it came time for your Transfiguration lesson, Calum noticed your smile.

    “What are you grinning about? Did you get your Potions essay back? Let me guess, you got the highest grade in the class.” He teased.

    You rolled your eyes, ignoring the blush on your cheeks, “Do you forget that we have the same Potions class? No, I didn’t get my essay back. To answer your question, Michael met up with me after my last class—Arithmancy, we have it together—and we decided to meet up on Sunday to hang out for a bit.”

    You didn’t notice Calum’s face fall, you were digging in your bag for your notes from last lesson, but you looked up when you heard his muttered, “Oh.”

    “Yeah, I’m excited. I can’t wait to hear the bands he’s been telling me about, they sound like they’re really cool and if Michael listens to them, they must be. He’s the biggest music snob I’ve ever met.” You laughed.

    Calum just mmm’d, fiddling with the quill in his hands.

    “Are you sure you don’t want to hang out, too? I’m kind of surprised that he didn’t ask you—“

    “I’m not,” Calum muttered and you furrowed your eyebrows, confused at the annoyance in his tone, “But no, I told some of the guys on the Quidditch team that I’d play a scrimmage game with them on Sunday.”

    “Oh, well, okay, have fun then.” You said, trying to put some cheer in your tone, but you were sure it fell flat. Calum just gave you a quick smile, before turning his attention to the board as McGonagall began speaking, more notes flowing from the charmed piece of chalk.

    You frowned, curious at Calum’s sudden change in mood and by the time class was over, you’d nearly bitten your bottom lip raw from worrying it so much as you thought about what could be wrong with Calum.

    Usually, Calum would walk with you to your shared Care of Magical Creatures class, but he made some excuse about needing to talk to Harry about Sunday.

    You were disappointed, but gave him a smile anyway and told him you’d see him later.

    Hermoine watched the whole exchange with a furrowed brow, and when you met her eyes, you shrugged, giving her a ‘what can you do?’ kind of smile and gestured for her to walk with you. You listened to her absentmindedly as you walked to the dungeons for Potions, choosing to focus instead on what as bothering Calum.

    That was on Friday and come Monday, you still didn’t understand what could be wrong. You debated on talking to Michael during your time together on Sunday, but you decided against it. You pushed all thoughts of Calum out of your head and focused on Michael and the music that was blasting through the speakers. You had a great time and you were excited at the prospect of growing close with Michael, to have a friend that understood you in a way that most people didn’t.

    You were brought out of your thoughts when you noticed the people around you shuffling to leave the Great Hall and you frowned when you looked down at your plate and noticed that you hadn’t touched anything. Sighing, you grabbed a few desserts on the table and put them in your bag, before you made your way to the library and despite your growling stomach, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at the thought of spending time with Calum.

    Ms. Pince, the librarian, gave you a glare as you made your way into the library and you shot her a happy smile as you made your way to a table to set up for your first tutoring session with Calum.

    You tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you set out your Potions books on the library table. It was your favorite part of the library; way in the back where no one could bug you and it happened to be right next to a window overlooking the Black Lake and the Quidditch pitch. The last part happened to be a coincidence and you tried not to think about the amount of time you looked out the window when you were trying to study, hoping to catch a glimpse of Calum on his broom during practice.

    Your cheeks flushed at the thought and you cracked open a Potions book to think about something else and you only got as far as the introduction to  Drought of the Living Death potion when you heard a bag being set down across from you.

    You looked up and gave Calum a bright smile, “Hey, Cal.”

    He gave you a grin in response, his eyes twinkling, “Hey, Y/N, ready to bestow your infinite wisdom upon me?” he asked as he sat down across from you.

    You blushed, “I don’t know about infinite, but yes, only if you are.”

    He smirked at your flushed cheeks before he dug around in his bag, producing a quill, ink, and two pieces of parchment. One was fresh and blank, ready for notes, while the other was crinkled and covered in red and black ink.

    He placed the one with red ink marks all over it right in front of you, and you mentally winced at the the giant D at the top, circled twice with red ink.

    “Well,” you began, trying to think of something positive to say, “at least it’s not a T.” you tried, giving him what you hoped was an encouraging smile.

    He snorted a laugh, “Thanks for trying, but it’s pretty horrible, hence the Dreadful.”

    “Do you mind if I read it?” You asked.

    He gave you a teasing grin, “It’s why I gave it to you.”

    You stuck your tongue out at him, “I just thought you brought it as proof of your incompetence at Potions.”

    You regretted the words as soon as you said them, afraid that might of sounded too harsh, but Calum just laughed, his eyes sparkling with humor.

    You smiled to yourself, ignoring the warmth spreading through your chest at the thought of being able to make Calum laugh. You quickly scanned the essay, making notes on a spare piece of parchment of what you noticed was wrong or what he could improve upon.

    Calum waited patiently, a sheepish grin on his face as every time you wrote something down in your notes.

    “Okay,” you said, setting the essay aside, “You weren’t lying when you said you’re shit at potions.”

    He raised his eyebrows at your curse and you blushed, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips, “But anyway,” you continued, “it’s not the worst I’ve ever read, you just need to work on sentence structure and the outline of the essay. You’re a bit all over the place when it comes to describing the process of brewing the actual potion and I think you might need to research it more thoroughly before you write the actual essay.”

    You looked up from your notes to see Calum staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

    You could feel your face heating up underneath his analytical stare, shifting nervously, “What?” you demanded, raising an eyebrow.

    Calum just shook his head, giving you a small smile, “Nothing, it’s just, you’re really smart, Y/N.”

    You blushed, looking down at your parchment, playing with the ripped edge, “I didn’t even teach you anything yet.”

    He chuckled, “No, I guess not, but still, you’re really smart.”

    “Flattery of the teacher will get you nowhere, Hood,” You teased him, a grin playing on your lips, “now, let’s take a pop quiz so I can test your knowledge and see where you’re at.”

    You grabbed the book you’d been reading before he got there and went back to the first chapter and began quizzing him on everything from the actual ingredients in the potions to the process of brewing it.

    Calum, you learned, wasn’t as stupid as he made himself sound. He knew each ingredient and what it was used for, not even taking a second to tell you the answer to each question you threw at him. He did, however, stumble over the actual process of brewing the potion. While you didn’t expect him to memorize the entire process, you did expect him to know the difference between mincing and dicing or what steps would possible go before each other.

    You did this for about a half hour and you could tell Calum was growing more and more frustrated with himself as got each question wrong and finally, deciding he’d had enough, you stopped.

    “Okay, enough of that.” You said, setting the book aside. Calum let out sigh of relief, but he still had surly look on his face and you reached across the table and placed your hand on top of his.

    “Hey,” You said, “don’t get defeated. You’re really knowledgeable about the ingredients, but I think the problem might lie in the way you brew the actual potion. You just need to work on the conceptual part and we can do that by brewing a few potions,” you gave him an encouraging smile, squeezing his hand, “don’t give up on me now, it’s only the first session, I’m here as long as you need me.”

    He gave you a small smile, his eyes brightening a little at your words, “Thanks, Y/N.”

    You smiled, giving him a smile, “No problem, Cal.”

    You removed your hand and picked up the parchment with your notes about his essay and flipped it over, writing down a few vocabulary terms from the book along with a few ingredients and a short essay prompt.

    “Here, take this and study it and bring it back to me for our next session. I’ll talk to Professor Slughorn and see if we can borrow the potions lab so we can practice your brewing, sound good?” you asked, looking up at him, handing him the parchment in your hands.

    Your fingers brushed as the piece of parchment exchanged hands and you blushed.

    He gave you a smile, “Sounds good to me, Y/N.”

    You smiled and began packing up, but Calum reached out and grabbed your wrist, halting your movements.

    You looked up, startled.

    His cheeks pinked, and for a moment, it looked like he was nervous, “Sorry,  but if you’re not busy or like, don’t have studying to do, since we finished early, do you wanna maybe hang out for a little while?”
    You hoped you didn’t look as shocked as you felt, but some shock must have registered on your face because Calum chuckled lightly and the butterflies that had calmed throughout your lesson, started up again.

    You could feel the weight of his hand against your wrist and you wondered if he could feel your pulse racing underneath his warm and calloused fingertips.

    Your mind briefly flashed to the pile of notes by your bedside that needed to be looked over, before the thoughts of Calum Calum Calum and alone alone alone took over.

    You smiled, nodding your head, “Okay, yeah, I can hang out for a little while.”

    The smile that spread across his face was worth any amount of sleep you might lose tonight to studying.

    You sat back down in your previously vacated chair and set your bag back down on the able next you and listen to Calum chatter on about his Quidditch practice. Instead of zoning out like you usually did whenever the topic of Quidditch came up, you found yourself listening with rapt attention and attempting to participate in the conversation with your brief and very minuscule knowledge of Quidditch. You found out that his favorite team was Ireland and he went to the Quidditch World Cup a few years prior, when they played against Bulgaria. While he had a deep appreciation for Viktor Krum as a seeker, he didn’t really care for Bulgaria as a whole.

    You told him about going to Quidditch World Cup with Harry, Hermione and the entirety of the Weasley clan and your run in with Barty Crouch, your fear at seeing the dark mark the air and your indignation at the way Bagman and Crouch treated his house elf. Calum was a great listener, he gasped at the appropriate parts, added commentary when he thought necessary and kept his eyes on you the entire time you spoke.

    Calum told you about the first time he rode a broom and how it gave him the same feeling as playing his guitar or bass did—like an extension of him, like coming home, something he didn’t need to even think about.
    You told him about your secret passion for singing and wishing that you were able to play an instrument in order to accompany your voice. He told you about the diary he kept of songs he wrote, that he took with him every where he went and you found yourself admitting that you did the same thing, up until second year, when Draco Malfoy took it from you one year in Potions and read some of them out loud in front of the entire class. You told him that you’d never seen Snape so furious and that it was the first time that someone could remember Snape taking points away from his own class. You told him home Snape was unusually kind to you after class, when he gave you back your journal and taught you how to conceal the songs, so if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands again, it would just look like a notebook full of Potions notes.

    You blushed heavily at Calum’s angry expression and you could see a plan formulating in his eyes, a plan to get Malfoy back for his horrible behavior towards you, he informed you in a tight voice. You found yourself reaching across the table and grabbing his hand, squeezing it tightly in yours as you fought back tears, the lump building in your throat painful as you whispered your thanks to him.

    He fire burning in his brown eyes dimmed to a few embers, softening at the tears in your eyes and he squeezed your hand back, his warm hand engulfing your smaller one, as he whispered You’re welcome, Y/N.

    You wiped furiously at your eyes, embarrassed about getting so emotional and it was then that you looked down at your watch and gaped at the time it displayed.

    Your distress of the time grabbed Calum’s attention and after grabbing your bag and slinging it easily across his shoulder, he reached for your hand and giving you a secret smile, he told you about a shortcut that would get you there in two minutes.

    He lead you through the maze of the library and after throwing a look back at you, he began to run, still holding on to your hand and you quickened your pace to keep up with him.

    Hysterical laughter left your lips as both of you, being lead by Calum, sprinted through the empty corridors, your rushed footsteps echoing loudly off of the walls. The portraits chuckled at your antics, while some sent you disapproving glares.

    You ignored them all and simply focused on your heart beating in your chest, the feeling of Calum’s palm heavy in yours, warm and calloused, his grip gentle, but strong as he ducked behind a portrait after quickly saying the password. The smile on his face as he darted confidently through dim corridor made your heart warm and the butterflies darted around in your stomach. You felt free, almost weightless as you followed him without a thought and you never wanted this moment to end.

    By the time you reached the familiar portrait hole, your face was flushed, you were panting, your hair was wind blown, and your legs burned, but you’d never felt better in your life, the smile on your face a mile wide and your heart lighter than it had ever been.

    Calum’s gaze was heavy on your face as you made your way into the empty common room, stopping at the edge of the stairs, and when you met his eyes, they were practically glowing. His dark hair was a mess across his forehead, the fading blonde fringe brushed over his left eyebrow and without thinking, you reached up and pushed it away, reveling in the softness of the dark locks.

    The look in his eyes changed, his brown eyes darkening and you found yourself blushing, slowly retracting your hand.

    “Thank you for getting me back so quickly.” You murmured, giving him a smile.

    “Anytime.” He told you softly, squeezing your hand that was still in his grasp.

    “Goodnight, Cal.” You whispered, blushing.

    “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He whispered back, giving your hand one last squeeze before he dropped it and you walked up the stairs, your head spinning and your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

    Laying in your four poster that night, you stared up at the canopy with a dopey smile on your face, your hand still warm from Calum’s hand. For the first time in a long time, your rolled over and fell fast asleep and the notes on your bedside table were left where they were, untouched and unstudied.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Over the next few weeks, you and Calum seemed to spend more and more time together and Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and the occasional Saturdays were quickly becoming your favorite days of the week.

    Much like the first time, after a session was over, you found yourself lingering in the library or the potions classroom, just talking about whatever cake to mind. You’d learned so much about Calum in those weeks and you savored every small bit of information he gave you, from the big things—like the time he fell off his broom and nearly died, his mother having to rush him to St. Mungos to get emergency mediwizard attention —to the small, seemingly insignificant things—like the way he bit the tip of his quill when he was concentrating or the way he hummed under his breath when he was brewing a potion under your watchful eye. While he studied his Potions, you studied him.

    You could feel yourself falling in deeper with every moment you spent with Calum, whether it was inside the classroom or eating dinner with him or spending time with him and Michael on the weekends in whatever abandoned classroom you guys could find or cheering Calum in the stand of the Quiddith pitch as you watched him fly around on his broom, ducking and dodging bludgers.

    Your crush on him wasn’t just a long distance crush anymore. Every new bit of information you found out about him brought you father and father away from reason and by December, you were pretty sure you had fallen head over heels, completely and totally in love with Calum Hood.

    You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard Calum let out a frustrated groan, muttering curse words under his breath. You looked up from the Defense notes that you were (not really) studying and were met with the wonderful sight of Calum bent over the boiling cauldron, sweater and tie flung across the the table a few feet away. The top three buttons of his crisp white shirt were unbuttoned—giving you the perfect view of his tattoos that were just dying to see up close and trace with your fingers—and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His fringe was matted to his forehead with sweat and you found yourself short of breath.

    The smell of burning potions killed your rising libido and you quickly darted over to Calum’s side, putting out the flame with a wave of your wand.

    You looked into the cauldron to see the potion had turned a godawful yellow color when it was supposed to be a light shade of pink. You met Calum’s sheepish expression, but the edges of his eyes were taught with frustration.

    You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your mouth, “Having a bit of trouble here, Cal?”

    He sighed, frustration still in his eyes but you could see the hints of amusement dancing at the edges of his irises, “When am I not? I’ve done this exactly as it says in the book and it still turned out like shit!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. You tried to ignore the way his muscles rippled with the movement, deciding to take care of the matter at hand.

    “I’m hopeless, Y/N.” He said, and you had to fight back the coo that wanted to escape your lips at the subtle pout that settled on his plump pink lips.

    You placed your hand on his bicep, bringing his attention down to you and you gave him a gentle smile, “You’re not hopeless, Cal, you just made a mistake. Unfortunately, in potions, even the simplest mistake can have dire consequences,” you told him grimly, looking down at his potion and poking at it with the ladle.

    You nodded to the book, “Review the directions again and see if you can pinpoint where you might’ve made a mistake, we’ll probably be able to save the potion with a few extra steps.”

    After pinpointing where he might’ve messed up—turns out Calum mixed up mince with dice—you talked him through the few extra steps to correct the potion.

    Not even ten minutes later, a perfectly light pink potion was boiling away in the cauldron and Calum was much happier.

    “Thanks, Y/N! If it wasn’t for you, I probably would’ve had to start all over again.” He informed you, giving you a grateful smile.

    You smiled, ducking your head down and looking at your scuffed dress shoes, “It’s no big deal, I’m just glad I could help.”

    You gave Calum a small quiz on the potion he just brewed, just questions on the ingredients and the process and while he worked on that, you packed up your notes and books, shoving them into your fraying bag.

    You looked up when you heard footsteps and you gave Calum a smile when he handed you the piece of parchment he wrote his answers down on. You immediately took it and began looking it over, smiling at the amount of improvement you saw compared to his first quiz.

    “What are you doing tomorrow?” Calum blurted out and you looked up curiously from the piece of parchment in your hands. Calum was shuffling his feet nervously, his hands shoved in his pockets of his black trousers.

    “Aren’t we supposed to meet in the library tomorrow so I can revise your essay?” You asked, confused.

    Calum’s cheeks tinted pink and he looked down at his black dress shoes scuffing across the dungeon floors, “Well,yeah, but I was thinking—“

    Your heart beat spiked in your chest and you could feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You bit your lip, not daring to hope that this was actually happening.

    Calum looked at you expectantly and you blushed heavily.

    “Do you mind repeating that? I zoned out there a little bit and I didn’t hear you.” You told him, slightly embarrassed.

    He gave you a small smile, walking up closer to your table and you held your breath.

    He leaned in close to you, stopping a few inches from your face. You could smell his cologne, slightly sweet with a hint of musk and pine and fresh linens. He placed his hands on the table, the tips of his fingers brushing yours and you swallowed heavily.

    “Instead of studying tomorrow, would you like to go to Hogsmead with me?” He asked you, voice soft, brown eyes hopeful.

    You blushed, a smile dancing on your lips, “I’d love to.” You murmured shyly, looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

    He smiled brightly, “Great! Meet me at the Entrance Hall around ten?”

    You nodded, smiling at his excitement, warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of spending a whole day with Calum that had nothing to do with academics.

    “It sounds good, Cal.” You confirmed, smiling up at him.

    He grinned, checking his watch, “I’ve got to get to practice, thanks for your help today.”

    Grabbing his stuff, he gave you a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

    “It’s a date.” You said and immediately regretting it. Your cheeks went up in flames at your insinuation and you went to apologize, but when looked in Calum’s eyes and saw the little glimmer and the small, but happy smile dancing across his tantalizing lips, you stopped.

    “It’s a date.” He echoed, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your flaming cheek.

    Your lips parted on a silent gasp when you felt the gentle pressure of his warm, soft, slightly chapped lips pressed against your skin. He was millimeters from the corner of your lips and if either one of you turned your head even slightly, your lips would be touching.

    He pulled back slightly, his face a few inches from yours and flicked your shocked eyes up to his soft dark ones. His eyes flicked over your face, down to your lips and back to your eyes.

    “Tomorrow.” He breathed, and it sounded like a promise.

    Shooting you one last smile, he grabbed his stuff and headed out of the classroom. You briefly registered the door creaking open and slamming back against the frame with loud bang that made you jump.

    You stared at the spot where Calum stood, bringing your hand up to your cheek, brushing your fingers over the place where his lips were not even ten seconds ago.

    A wide smile spread across your face and your cheeks had a permanent blush to them.

    You had a date.

    Tomorrow.

    With Calum Hood.

    Letting out a small squeal, you quickly grabbed your things and darted out of the classroom.

    You had a date to prepare for.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    You stared at your reflection in the mirror, tugging at the hem of your sweater nervously.

    With the help of Hermione, you decided on a soft maroon sweater with your favorite jean jacket with the grey sweatshirt sleeves over it and your favorite pair of dark skinny jeans tucked into your usual black combat boots. Due to your hair not wanting to cooperate this morning and the freezing temperatures outside, you pulled a black beanie over your head. Your makeup was minimal, choosing instead to go more natural—a little mascara here, lip gloss there—and you were quite satisfied with your appearance.

    Checking the time on your watch, you muttered a quick curse at the time displayed.

    9:54

    Quickly wrapping your scarf around your neck and tugging your mittens on your hands, you grabbed your bag and made your way down the stairs, rushing out of the common room and darting down the Grand Staircase. After almost tumbling down the last flight of stairs, you rushed to the Entrance Hall and stopped in your tracks by what you saw.

    Calum was leaned up against the door frame to the giant double doors, dressed in a dark grey sweater, tight black skinny jeans tucked into a scuffed up pair of boots. His thick black jacket looked warm and cozy and his Gryffindor colors were flying high with his red and gold scarf and matching red beanie.

    Your stomach fluttered anxiously and excitedly, and taking a deep breath, you strode over to Calum, who looked up at your footsteps and smiled brightly up at you.

    He took in your appearance, causing you to shift nervously underneath his heavy gaze.

    A slow grin spread across his lips, “You look beautiful and cozy,” he added when he noticed your beanie.

    You blushed, “Thanks, Cal, you look really great, too.”

    He pulled his hand from behind his back and presented you with a single bright pink peony.

    “Cal, it’s beautiful, thank you.” You said, giving him a bright smile.

    His cheeks pinked, “I remember you telling me it was your favorite flower a couple weeks ago. I enchanted it so you can keep it forever and it won’t change, I mean only if you want to—“

    Your heart felt like it would explode from the overwhelming amount of happiness flowing through your body. Never had someone done something so thoughtful or sweet for you. The date hadn’t even really started and already, you were this overwhelmed by Calum.

    “Calum, that—that’s so sweet and thoughtful, thank you.” You breathed, looking up at him awe.

    “A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” He murmured, giving you a shy smile.

    “Are you ready to go?” He asked you and you nodded, smiling happily. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your gloved finger with his and together, you walked out of the Great Hall and into the cold December air, heading to the horseless carriages.

    Calum opened the door for you and offered you his hand, helping you in before climbing in himself. He tripped slightly on the top step and he blushed, chuckling embarrassedly.

    You giggled lightly, “Are you okay?”

    “Yeah,” he laughed, “I’m fine.”

    You expected him to sit in the seat across from you, but instead, he chose to sit next to you, his jean clad thigh brushing yours. You blushed when he reached for your hand again and you offered it to him and he took it, gripping it tightly, squeezing your fingers gently.

    You made light conversation on the way to the village, talking about your days so far, how you were doing and the whole time you were talking, Calum was brushing his thumb across the back of your hand and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered with every swipe of his thumb.

    A cold burs of air filtered through the window of the carriage and you unconsciously scooted closer to Calum, who seemed to always be warm, no matter the weather outside.

    Calum shot you a smile, his eyes glimmering with an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on, but before you could really think on it too much, the carriage came to a halt and you were following Calum out and into the snow covered streets of a bustling Hogsmeade.

    Your eyes widened a bit a the crowds of people; students, teachers and regular wizards and witches doing a bit of last minute Christmas shopping or just milling about the shops, spending a day out with friends or family, depending on the person.

    “Where do you want to start?” Calum asked, squeezing your hand to get your attention.

    You eyed Dominic Maestros, a music shop that sold both wizard and muggle instruments alike, along with records, record players and anything else you could possibly want for music.

    Calum followed your gaze and his eyes immediately brightened, “Do you want to go in there?”

    You smiled, nodding and Calum lead you into the shop, the bell above the door giving a soft ting at your entrance. Your eyes jumped from the collection of vintage guitars, to the eclectic collection of records. You were torn and finally, you decided to go over to the records, your hands just itching to comb through the never ending stacks and see what treasures you could dig up.

    Calum, however, immediately darted towards a vintage cherrywoodTaylor acoustic, running his fingers over it reverently, his fingers gently plucking the strings in a soft and familiar melody, and you found yourself singing under your breath as you flicked through the records.

    Your skin,
    Oh yeah your skin and bones,
    Turn into something beautiful,

    Your let out an excited shriek when your fingers brushed over a familiar album and you picked it up, examining it closely. The cover was a bit beat up, but the record was in mint condition, not a scratch on it.

    Led Zeppelin’s VI record was in your hands and you knew immediately that you had to buy it for Mikey for Christmas.

    Checking the price, you were surprised that they were selling it for so cheap. However, you remembered that this was a wizard’s shop and wizard village, so you doubted that most of them cared about a Led Zeppelin album.

    “What’d you find, love?” Calum asked from behind you.

    You blushed at the pet name, but handed him the album that was in your hands.

    He whistled, impressed, “This is quite the find, how much is it?”

    “Two Galleons.” You said excitedly as he appraised it, flipping it over to read the tracks.

    “Damn, that’s a steal, you like Zeppelin?” he asked, looking up at you, his brown eyes curious.

    You nodded, a small smile gracing your face, “My dad, he loves them. He used to tell me stories about the concerts he’d been to, he even tried to convince me he met Robert Plant once, but I didn’t believe him,” You chuckled, turning about to look at more records, “My dad was always listening to the classic’s, so I guess you could say his love of Zeppelin and crew was passed on to me.”

    Calum smiled as he handed you back the album, “So is it a present for him then?”

    You shook your head, “No, he has this album already. I picked it up because I knew Michael doesn’t have it—he was telling me about it the last time we hung out—and I figured it’d be a nice little Christmas present for him, nothing like too extravagant, I know he wouldn’t want it and I don’t want him to feel like he has to buy me something in return, it’s, um, yeah.” You said, blushing at your stammered reply.

    You shifted underneath Calum’s appraising stare, your cheeks getting redder. While what you said was true, you also wanted to thank Michael, in  away, for being your friend and confidant. He found out about your feelings for Calum a couple of weeks ago, during one of your many hang out sessions and instead of laughing at you, he just gave you a soft smile, his green eyes filled with understanding. Since that day, he listened to you rant about how unfair and unjust it was that Calum was well, Calum and you were well, you. Michael listened with a patient ear, something that obviously went against his nature, and offered you sympathy and a shoulder to lean on and sometimes, what he thought were sage words of advice.

    You were so busy looking down at the album, nervously picking at the slightly worn spine, that you missed the dark look that had taken over Calum’s usually soft eyes.

    After an awkward moment of silence, Calum cleared his throat and you looked up shyly, “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

    “Really?” You asked hopefully, “You don’t think its stupid?”

    Calum gave you a soft smile, “I think it’s very thoughtful, Y/N, and I’m sure Michael will, too.”

    You bit your lip, a subtle frown settling on your lips. While you had no doubt that Calum was being sincere, something seemed a bit…off. There was something lurking behind those expressive brown eyes, something sad and you had no idea what it could be

    You gave him a small smile before turning back to the bins of records, flipping through them and after a few moments, Calum joined you.

    After picking out a few more—the Beatles’ Abbey Road, Janis Joplin’s Pearl and ACDC’s Highway to Hell—you headed over to the check out, smiling at the elderly old man who rang you up with a cheerful smile.

    Once he handed you your bag and you headed back out of the store, shivering when you were met with the chilled air after being in the warm air of the music shop.

    You made a few more stops;Tomes and Scrolls to pick up a few more books to read over the Christmas holiday, Spintwitches—a sporting goods store that you’d never noticed before—so Calum could get a new set of Quidditch gloves and few little gifts for the guys on the Quiditch team and Honeydukes—you had a small obsession with chocolate frogs and Calum, once he realized this, much to your horror and objections, Calum bought you a whole box. He brushed off your protests and raced you to the checkout counter, where he slammed down the exact amount of coins and then proceeded to race out into the snow, laughing wildly and once you caught up with him, breathless and slightly sweaty, outside of Three Broomsticks, he cheerfully informed you that he would also pay for lunch and that if you wanted you chocolate frogs, you’d comply without complaint.

    Grumbling, you followed him into the pub, trying to ignore your racing heart and flushed cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold or the extortion of running.

    Calum found a small table in the corner of he crowded pub, pulling out your chair for you and waiting until you were seated to strut over to the other side of the table, a smug grin etched onto his flawlessly gorgeous face.

    “No need to look so proud of yourself, Hood. Smug isn’t a good look for you.” You muttered petulantly, looking down at the menu Madam Rosmerta placed in front of you when she came over to get your drink order.

    Calum just smirked even wider before ordering a butterbeer for himself and when she looked over at you, you ordered the same thing.

    Once she returned with your drinks and both of you ordered your food—you ordered a simple chicken sandwich and chips while Calum got a burger and chips—you settled into an easy conversation about music, mostly about what you listened to as a child and favorite songs from certain years. You were only interrupted when Madam Rosmerta brought you your food and then the conversation started up as quickly as it ended, only pausing now and then to eat.

    Calum was in the middle of telling you a story about his older sister putting her makeup on him and forcing him to give an impromptu performance with her in the front of her friends that had you in stitches when you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

    “Look at this, having a date without me I see.” Michael said, setting down next to you and slinging an arm around your shoulders.

    You rolled your eyes, giggling, “That’s because a date only includes two people Michael, unless it consists as a double date, which therefore, you have no partner for it to be one, nor were you invited for it to be a double date. So, yes, we are having a date without you.”

    He put his free hand to his chest, feigning hurt, “You wound me, why must you be so rude to me? What have I done to constitute such treatment?” He whined, giving you a an over exaggerated pout.

    You raised an eyebrow, “Someones been reading the dictionary.”

    He sighed, “It’s what I have to do to tempter the loneliness when your angelic presence is no longer around.”

    You blushed, giggling.

    Calum cleared his throat, and you looked over at him, smiling brightly, “You’re friend here is quite overdramatic.”

    Calum scoffed, “Yeah, friend.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at the suddenly hostile tone, looking between Calum—who was rigid, anger rolling off of him in waves, his eyes dark and stone cold—to Michael, who was the picture of ease and calm, leaning back in his chair and munching on some chips he stole off of your plate.

    “Look, I forgot that I told Harry that I would help with Quidditch strategies, so I’m gonna go, I’ll see you guys later.” He muttered, tossing some coins on to the table before he grabbed his jacket and strode out of the pub.

    “Calum wait—“ you began, but he was already gone.

    You deflated, sliding down in your chair and casting your eyes down to your jean clad thigh.

    You were confused, you thought that the date was going quite well. You and Calum had a natural chemistry that flowed so easily whenever you were talking with each other, whether it was about academics, sports and childhood memories or even simple things like the weather or how your days went. You had hoped, with the kiss on the cheek and the date and Calum holding your hand throughout the entire day had been signs. Obviously, you’d been wrong and with that thought, hot tears welled in your eyes at the obvious and public rejection.

    “You know,” Michael began conversationally,  his mouth slightly full with half chewed chips and you were that upset that you didn’t admonish him like you usually would, “he really likes you.”

    You snorted, “Obviously, you checked out in the last two minutes because he just ran out of here like the building was on fire.”

    You could physically feel the weight of Michael’s eyeball has he slammed his chair back down on all fours and twisted his body to face you.

    “Y/N,” He began, and you could feel your annoyance rise at the amusement dancing in his eyes, “Calum is jealous.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “Of what?” You demanded.

    “Of me.” Michael said simply, taking another bite of a chip.

    “But there’s nothing to be jealous of! I mean no offense,” you added at Michael’s raised eyebrow, “but we’re just friends. I lo-like,” you caught yourself and you ignored Michael’s smirk, blushing, “Calum, I thought I made that pretty clear, I mean, he asked me out and I said yes and we were holding hands and he almost kissed me yesterday—“

    “Y/N,” Michael interrupted, “have you ever talked about me to Calum? Told him about our hang out sessions or something I said or—“

    “Well of course, besides Hermione, you’re my only friend—“

    “Does he ever act weird? Like change the subject really quickly or maybe not act as interested in the conversation?”

    You nodded slowly, “Yeah, but what—“

    “Y/N, Calum likes you and he thinks that you like me. I just proved that when I came over here and flirted with you a little bit-“

    “Wait, wait, wait,” You demanded, holding your hand out, “Calum likes me?” you asked and at Michael’s nod, you continued, “And you knew?” you added and again, Michael nodded.

    “Then why would you—“

    “Do you remember the day you came to Cal’s practice and you sat next to me and when I asked you to hang out right in front of him?”

    You nodded, not really seeing where he was going with this.

    Michael gave you a small, knowing smile, “Y/N, Calum’s liked you since he first laid eyes on you first year at the sorting ceremony. I’ve listened him blather on about you for the last six years and he’s never once done anything about it. So, when he told me about you tutoring him for Potion’s and you showed up at the Quidditch pitch and we got to talking, I decided that not only were you a really awesome girl, but that you liked Calum back. So I decided to use this to my advantage. Calum’s a very jealous person, I’ve watched him glower at any guy who’s come within an inch of you and I knew that if I started hanging out with you, it would either force him to admit his feelings or you would pick up on his feelings, however, I didn’t take into consideration of your lack of experience of guys and his pigheadedness, and since it hadn’t gone any further, I decided when I saw you two together today, that I would speed up the process a little.” He finished with a smirk.

    You could only gape at him, your head spinning with all of this information, “That’s very Slytherin of you,” you said faintly, starting down at your half finished sandwich as if it would hold the answers of where to go from here.

    “Thank you.” Michael said, accepting the compliment, “now, I don’t know what you’re still doing here with me, but if I had to guess, Calum should probably be ready to pass Tomes and Scrolls, so if you hurry, you should be able to catch him.”

    You only stared, for some reason not comprehending.

    Michael rolled his eyes, kicking your chair, “Go! Run after him, be romantic and chase after him in the snow and all that shit!”

    Adrenalin pumped through your veins, your heart pounding in nerves and excitement.

    “He really does like me?” You murmured, softly, to yourself.

    “YES!” Michael exclaimed in exasperation, “We’ve established that, now go!”

    Jumping up from your chair, you grabbed your jacket and quickly shoved your arms through the holes, not bothering to button it up. You darted out of the pub, almost tripping when your feet it the snow. You ran down the busy streets, shouting apologies to anyone you bumped into or nearly tripped in your haste to get to Calum.

    You flew past Honeydukes and Zonko’s, your breath leaving your parted lips in quick gasps, your legs were straining with the effort of your speed and your stomach was filled with nervous butterflies.

    Just as you ran past Spintwitches, you spotted a familiar figure, trudging in the snow, head down, shoulders slumped.  

    “Calum!” You shouted, a bit breathless and the figure kept walking.

    Frustrated, you tried again, “Calum!”

    The figure stopped, his shoulders tensing before they turned around. Dark eyes cut into yours and you heart squeezed painfully in your chest at the dejected look in them. Calum’s eyes widened a bit when he noticed you running towards him but then they hardened and just as he turned to continue walking and you were close to reaching him, until a patch of ice came out of no where. You could feel your body sliding, desperate to find traction and you only had time for panicked scream as you fell forward towards the ground at a shocking speed. Your eyes closed tightly, preparing for the inevitable impacted but it never came.

    Strong hands grasped you by the shoulders, catching you in their strong grip, before they pulled you up, setting you gently back on your feet.

    You looked up into those familiar dark brown eyes, anger at the edges and rejection making them dark, sad. But underneath all of it, you could see the concern, the worry and even slight amusement, but it was the fondness—this soft look of complete and total adoration that got you.

    Any thoughts of a long winded speech left your mind, the words ebbing away as if someone had erased them one by one. Looking into those beautiful brown eyes that had captured your heart, you did the only thing you could think of.

    “Y/N, are you okay, what were you—“ Calum began, but you cut him off, your slightly chapped lips brushing against his softly.

    Calum froze and momentary panic that you had gotten this wrong, that you had actually fallen and hit your head on the cobblestone pathway and this was all just a concussed hallucination seized for a moment.

    But then soft, plump lips brushed against yours and all thought left your mind.

    Calum kissed like he did everything in his life, diving in headfirst, no care of any consequences and with a passion and determination that left you breathless. His lips were warm and demanding on yours, his gloved hands cupping your cheeks and titling your head just the way he wanted, guiding you, feeling you out and you more than happy to go along.

    He nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the slight pain with a gentle brush of his tongue, pushing past your lips and deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

    Your head was spinning and you tightened your grip on his shoulders briefly before sliding your hands into the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you, wanting more more more of his kisses, of the addicting taste of his lips—butterbeer, salt from the chips and chocolate from the chocolate frog he snitched out of your box, created a heady mixture and the gentle way he sucked on your tongue that made your heart threaten to beat out of your chest.

    The easy chemistry you’d been thinking of earlier floated back into your brain—the way your lips danced and moulded together was perfect; the way you titled your head, the way Calum brushed his fingers across your cheek, reverently, like you were the most precious artifact that needed to be handled with the gentlest of care—was the exact same way your conversations were or the silence or anytime you spent with Calum. It was natural, complete, like coming home. It reminded you of the way it felt when you grasped your wand for the first time, how it felt so right, like it belonged to you.

    Calum chose you.

    And you chose him right back.

    You both parted for air at the same time, resting your foreheads together, your breath leaving your parted lips and the contrast to the warmth with the cold air created soft plumes of smoke like fog in front of you.

    You pulled away slightly, resting your chin on Calum’s chest, looking up into his dazed eyes and you smiled.

    He smiled back at you, brushing a tendril of hair that had escaped your beanie away from your face.

    “I have a proposition for you.” He murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

    “Oh yeah?” You asked, your voice soft, gentle, not wanting to ruin the peace that had surrounded you.

    “I’ll teach you how to play the guitar, only if,” he added at your excited squeal, “you be my girlfriend.”

    Your heart flipped in your chest and your stomach dropped, the same feeling of going down a large dip on a rollercoaster and you were sure your face was the color of a tomato, but you found yourself smiling up at him widely, “That sounds like a fair deal to me,” you replied, grinning.

    He smiled, leaning down and kissing you again.

    You were a little scared, having never been in a relationship before, but you wanted Calum for so long that you couldn’t find it in yourself to duck down and hide. After all, you were a Gryffindor and you were Calum would have no problem tutoring you in the finer art of relationships.

    Obnoxious clapping broke you two out of your daze and you both turned your head, only to be met with sight of a smirking and rather smug looking Michael, munching on one of your chocolate frogs.

    “Finally! I thought I was going to have to give my virtue Y/N in order for you to finally grow a piar and ask her out,” Michael said to Calum, who rolled his eyes and flipped him off, but you could see the smile dancing on his kiss swollen lips.

    That you put there, you thought to yourself in wonder.

    “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, Y/N,” Michael said, breaking you out of your Calum haze, “is that Zeppelin record for me?”

    “Michael!”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    I really hoped you all enjoyed it and like I said, if you have anymore ideas for me or a request, just shoot me a message (: