Newt Scamander x Slytherin! Reader
Request: @godessofdeath- Sorry, I changed a little bit of it, but I still hope you like it <3 Ten un buen día!
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A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one!
“I didn´t punch him, he just happened to be too close to my fist. That´s all.” You tried to defend yourself, even if it was obvious you were lying about it. It´s not like it was really your fault, the Gryffindor idiot decided it was okay to mess around with you because he was taller.
Dumbledore sighed tiredly, rubbing his fingers through his face. “You must know that you will receive more than just a scold. Stop being harsh, I can´t follow you around to get you out of trouble.” Albus Dumbledore was always the same towards you. Kind, gentle and a father figure. “You will have to help this afternoon in the potions classroom, I have one Hufflepuff that needs some assistance.” He mumbled coldly when you didn’t apologize for punching the prick.
“At six o´clock. Don’t you dare to assume I will not notice your tardiness.”
“I´ll be there, professor.” Adverting his gaze you waited till he sighed again. Why was he sighing so much? You weren’t doing anything more than defending yourself!
Well… maybe you laughed along with your friends when the Gryffindor –coward- ran towards the infirmary threating you. His exclamations were going along the lines: I promise you will cry next time! And: You filthy snake!
When you remembered that Mr. Dumbledore was still there, you fought the need of grinning. But you were sure he noticed the way your mouth twitched to the sides.
“I will see you soon.”
“So you aren’t going to the practice?” Damian said, already getting himself in a bad mood.
“Stop being such a narcissist, our poor babe is going to spend her time with a useless Hufflepuff.” Now you rolled your eyes in disagreement, Andro had a short temper when other houses were the issue.
“Don’t be so rude, I don’t even know this person.” Your friends were idiots most of the time, but going to the point of attacking a Hufflepuff was plainly sad.
“If Dumbledore likes the brat so much is probably because he´s a weird bug that stays all his nights on the library. And yes, I must say it´s obvious that the person is a man.” Andro stated harshly, making you feel a little concerned. Andro bit her lip when you observed her with an annoyed glare. “Just don’t let the badger get to your soft spot. I don’t want you to pass me the fleas.”
“Whatever you say, crazy woman.”
Damian chuckled for a moment, before encircling Andro’s waist. “Wasn’t their animal a skunk?”
“It’s a badger.” You defended with a frown.
“Nah, I assure you it´s a smelly skunk.”
You found yourself three steps away from Professor Dumbledore and a freckled shivering guy. Was he cold? Maybe you could lend him your scarf…but having to scarfs would probably be too uncomfortable to him.
“This is Newt Scamander, he´s the student I wanted you to help out.” You nodded slightly, eyeing him with disappointment. It would have been awesome if he were a girl.
“Nice to meet you.” The tall thin guy said with shyness, gazing to his shoes while he talked. “A-as Professor Dumbledore said, I´m going to need a little bit of assistance…” He repeated, obviously rambling because he didn’t know what to say. You were oddly intrigued by his quirky expressions. That just made things a ten percent more acceptable.
After presenting yourself and earning another lecture from the old man -that made Newt almost faint- you both entered the classroom. Everything was in place except one of the tables, the one in the right corner of the room.
“Are we going to prepare a potion?” You asked groggily, there were few things that you hated. And one of them was to stir a dangerous thing in a cauldron till it made your arms hurt. You thought Dumbledore was going to make you clean or something…
“Yes. I must confess is pretty hard to do, but Mr. Dumbledore said you were a capable student.” Capable? You snorted.
“Yeah, I´m an expert.” Whispering, you followed him to the table and leaned to see what kind of potion you were about to do. “Wolfsbane?!” You exclaimed, making Newt jump and look at you in disapproval. “Why?” You asked a second later.
“Because Dumbledore told us to. Don’t question his decisions too much.” He said calmly, everything on him seemed calm and shy. “Isn´t it awesome? We´re obviously preparing this for a werewolf!” Newt inhaled with sparkly eyes. “They are mysterious creatures, I´m sure they could use their abilities in so much ways…” He finished dreamily, letting you with an almost excited feeling fluttering on your chest. The way he said it was just so full of passion that you knew he loved talking about beasts. “Oh! Sorry, I just got caught on something you probably not care about…”
“Care about? I obviously do, I´m a Slytherin. I would have told you the second you began to talk that I wasn’t interested. Tell me more about them.” You grinned mischievously when he raised his gaze to meet yours, beautiful green mottled eyes dragged you into his enthusiasm. “I will be flattered!” He squealed like a love-struck teenager, making you chuckle and lean even more to him.
At that exact moment, the acceptance of the punishment went from ten percent to one hundred percent.
“So…how was it?” Andro´s voice asked, but you didn’t gave a response. You were more interested in looking for Newt´s presence in the dining hall. Where did the freckled sweetheart passed all of his lunches? You couldn’t see him sitting on the Hufflepuff table so you decided it was a normal reaction to go look for him.
“Sorry, gotta go. I need something from the library.” Damian raised an eyebrow and when you rapidly stood up from your seat, he grabbed your cloak.
“Why do you need to go again? You went yesterday.” Andro snatched his boyfriend´s hand off you and gave a court nod towards the exit.
“She´s seems eager to go, just let her be.”
Six months later, you passed all your time alone –without the Slytherins- with Newt. He sometimes talked too much about some Leta Lestrange girl, but it wasn’t a problem, because two seconds later he would compare her to you…even saying that you were more fun…
The only problem were your house mates, they didn’t like him at all. Andro patiently scolded you more than once for talking to him publicly but now you didn’t give a damn about what she had to say. Hufflepuffs were way more fun than the Slytherins.
Or maybe that was the platonic love talking in your name. Because trying to spend every single minute with him was totally platonic.
“You always say I am the dreamer, but today you´re stealing away my title.” A blush crept to your face. It wasn’t a good time to receive a friendly arm over your shoulders. “For a second I thought you were avoiding me for being late yesteday.”
“Ha. Not even a snake could make me ignore you, do you thought a badger could?”
“Maybe a bowtruckle would.”
“A what?” A grin came to his face and he stepped in front of you. His hands went to his left pocket and a little human looking thing bowed at you. It was green and tiny, like really, really tiny. “This smol´baby is so precious!”
Newts ruffled hair covered his eyes when he observed his small friend, but you were sure they were filled with adoration. “Yes. I truly believe he is. I found him…outside…”He muttered the last part in such a quiet voice that you were the only one in the corridor that actually distinguished what he said. When you raised both of your eyebrow and pouted, he passed one of his hands through the locks of his brownish hair.
“Let´s not talk here.”
He dragged you all the way out to the lake while refusing to say anything before arriving to a secure place.
“And when were you going to tell me all of this…?”
“I promised Mr. Dumbledore that I wouldn’t say a thing. At the end, the werewolf is just another student, the others may get him expelled…” At least he was saying it you. He trusted you enough to twist Dumbledore´s trust. “I will just ignore the fact that you entered a dangerous forest with a werewolf. But remember, you freak, next time I promise I will punch you.”
Newt gulped loudly and you began to laugh with him. “Earlier, you were talking about our new friend.” He nodded rapidly and showed you the green man, again. “I named him Pickett.”
“Hey there Pickett, I´m pleased to meet you.” He bowed like the last time. “Can I touch you?” When he didn’t made a sound you looked over to your friend. “Can I touch him?”
“Yes, come on Pickett, don’t be so rude with a lady.” The green thing crossed his lanky arms and you chuckled. Even when he was mean he was still adorable. “I´m sorry, he was attachment issues. Pickett doesn’t like to be touched by anyone else. This is his first time going out.”
Being the teasing brat you always were, you smooched the bowtruckle, fast enough to get him confused. “Ow, look at that flushed face!” Pickett screamed angrily, making you smirk.
“Hey, why-why does he gets the kisses?!” Newt stuttered, more shocked than the bowtruckle in his hands.
“Oh, so that means that my sweetheart, wants a kiss?” His face got flushed with embarrassment. Newt thought he didn’t say that aloud, but apparently he did.
“Sweet-, Sweetheart?” He tried to get you to say more and you were kind enough to continue.
“What else should I call you? Love? Darling? Handsome?” Newt´s bowtruckle began to squeak with the same embarrassment that his owner –mum- was experiencing. And then you abruptly stopped. “Mmm, there´s still one thing I can´t be able to name you.”
“Yep. Boyfriend.” Pickett threw himself to your hands in excitement. Something told you that the tiny creature knew a lot about you, and it certainly was because of your friend.
When he realized what exactly did your word meant he gasped. “So you want to call me…your boyfriend? Me?”
“There is no other wizard here, Newt.” His heart stopped for more than a second and a lot of thoughts filled his mind. How could he get so lucky? Was he dreaming?
Just to check he was still alive or awake, he leaned to press his lips against yours. And for Merlin´s beard, he was there. It wasn’t his imagination. He really kissed you. He really felt you shiver and take a hold of his hair just to kiss him deeper.
“Stay with me forever.” He suddenly said, a second after his mouth left yours, not really thinking straight. “Or just for now, I mean I—I don’t like forcin- I will shut up.”
“You´re so adorable, Scamander.”
(Picket observed you both suck each other’s faces, without amusement. He was –somehow- expecting it.)