NEWT SCAMANDER X READER
REQUESTED BY ANON
It all started with a bit of clumsiness.
The bell had rung, indicating the end of class, and Y/N was slowly gathering her things and cleaning up her Potions lab station, when she heard a definitive slap of books hitting the floor.
Her hair gently brushed her face as she glanced in that direction. A boy with hazelnut hair was scrambling to pick up his things, a yellow-striped tie strewn around his neck.
Y/N looked around. Her fellow Slytherins merely stepped around him, not even bothering to glance down. They walked out of the classroom consumed in their own conversations, throwing their heads back, laughing. They seemed as if they were carrying the world on their shoulders.
She sighed, slightly scoffing at her friends as she put her book bag back down and made her way over to the Hufflepuff boy.
“Here,” she breathed, bending down to pick up his things. Papers rustled and shoes scuffed around them as he looked up at her.
They were so close that she could count the freckles dancing on his cheeks.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, blue eyes meeting hers only for a moment. “You don’t have to-”
“I know,” she replied, picking up the last of the papers on the floor. The timid boy smiled at her.
His smile was contagious.
They stood up, and Y/N turned the pieces of parchment over in her hands. Something in black ink caught her eye, and her eyes widened as she came upon a beautiful drawing of a magical creature, with what looked like notes and facts scrawled around the sides.
She tilted her head. “Is this a thunderbird?”
His head snapped up, his eyes soaked in bewilderment. “You know what a thunderbird is?”
A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Yeah, of course. I’m fascinated by them.”
The room was now empty saved for the two of them, looking at each other, books and parchment clutched in their hands.
He had ink stains on his fingertips and a flutter in his chest. “Really?” he said, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face.
Y/N grinned at the small gesture. “Yeah,” she said quietly, nodding her head.
Suddenly, the boy shifted all of the items he was holding to his left arm, in order to hold out his right hand. “I’m Newt,” he said, along with a small smile and a tint of bubblegum pink in his cheekbones.
“Y/N,” she replied, taking his hand in hers.
A month later, he let her read some of his writings.
She loved how much he cared about the creatures, the words he so elegantly used to described them. She smiled brightly every time he asked for her input, and he would listen intently to whatever she had to say.
He inspired her. To do what, exactly - she didn’t quite know yet. But his passion, his drive, it drew her to him.
The two of them spent many nights in the library, Y/N’s head sprawled across his lap as he wrote about his fantastic beasts. She watched him furrow his eyebrows, tug on his hair as he struggled with the words. She was enthralled, simply, at the way he ran his tongue over his bottom lip as his quill raced across the page.
One night, they fell asleep, wrapped around each other, on the couch in the back corner of the library.
Newt loved the way he could feel every intake and outtake of breath she took against his chest, which was pressed against her back. The way her hair smelled - like books and new beginnings.
They slept, her thin fingers twitching against his inky ones, until the librarian found them.
Y/N swore she saw a trace of a smile on the librarian’s lips as they were led out.
Back then, yellow and green had never really gone together at Hogwarts.
But Newt and Y/N did not care in the slightest.
Whispers flooded the halls when they were seen holding hands. They felt the stares digging into their skin as he pressed his lips onto hers before classes, his hand delicately cupping the left side of her face.
They were stared at with confusion, wonder, disgust.
Like he was a Montague and she was a Capulet and they were doomed from the start.
In the start of their sixth year, Newt Scamander got expelled from Hogwarts.
He had accidentally set a beast off in the castle; nobody really knew how. The details about the incident were fuzzy, but Newt remembered something else very distinctly.
Having to say goodbye to her.
It was like watching the sunset, but not having the comfort of knowing it’d rise in the morning. Watching grains of sand slip through her fingers.
He told her on a Friday.
He was sat on her bed, as she stood by the window of her dormitory, the sunlight highlighting the vibrant color of her hair.
Newt couldn’t meet her eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall, as she processed the news.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “No,” she said, pulling on her green tie. “There has to be some way around this.”
He simply shook his head. “There isn’t.”
She bit down on her lip, in attempt to hold back the tears that were threatening to pour from her eyes. “You’re really leaving?” she asked, voice slightly breaking.
He stood. Moved closer to her. Swallowed. “I have to.”
Y/N collapsed into his chest, his arms wrapping around her immediately. The sobs came in bursts, each one cracking Newt’s heart, piece by piece.
“I love you,” he breathed, surprising even himself. He hadn’t even realized it was true until the words had spilled out of his mouth.
She harshly broke away form his embrace, a hurt look on her face. “Don’t do that to me.”
Regret flowed to every limb in his body. How could he say that, right before he had to leave? A kick in the stomach before walking away from a fight.
Silence protruded the air for a moment, before Y/N’s anger turned to sadness. She whispered, “I love you, too.”
She kissed him, hard. His hands moved to her waist, and he gripped onto her for dear life. The seal on an envelope. The last bite of dessert.
A year and a half later, Y/N received a book in the mail.
Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them by Newt Scamander.
Her heart ached at the sight of it. His name alone brought a few tears to her eyes. She opened the cover.
Underneath the word dedication lied her name.
hope you enjoyed!! i received a bunch of requests today, so expect those to be coming, maybe slowly, but surely! xx