I’m re-reading “A New Dawn” and I never realized that there are so many women in this book that actually read like real people compared to other Star Wars books. With different personalities, strengths, weaknesses and actual speaking roles so to say.
I mean of course we have Hera, young and on a mission. Inexperienced perhaps but not taking any of Kanan’s shit or letting herself get distracted.
There’s Zaluna, having lived all her life looking and listening. Being thrust out of her comfort zone for the sake of her friend/found family who was taken by the empire.
Rae Sloane of course, a black woman captaining a Starship. Scheming her future in the Imperial Navy. (And shows up as a Grand Admiral in later books I believe.)
And her over the top chatty science officer.
Lal Grallik, the boss of Moonglow. Giant Besalisk. Happily married.
The patrolling stormtroopers with two pointed out as female, one of which was the squad leader. The way it’s mentioned seems very much like a big “fuck you” to the people going “women can’t be stormtroopers!”
It’s also nice that the reading perspective switches between the mains and that half of the main characters are female.
I don’t care what her character has done in the past? I don’t care what she may do in the future? She’s literally my fave character in this series and I don’t care who she ends up with or who she has sex with (or not) I just really need to see my Wife and “Morrigan from the war” happy and avenged and to get whatever she wants from life.
If anything happens in these books to make people attack her character again I’m going to flip out on a fucker. Just. So y’all know.
I’ve seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve Tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down.
Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.
oh my gosh, I just realized - the Iskoort’s whole Thing about trading for and collecting memories (…and body parts) from individuals of other species. considering that they’re basically another… offshoot, I suppose, of the same biological lineage as the Yeerks - I’m willing to bet this isn’t just random weird lol wacky species that’s kinda creepy to interact with, but rather, the manifestation of a desire that we see also predominantly in the Yeerks, to indulge a very fundamental curiosity and desire to experience things from the perspectives of lots of different individuals and species.
whereas of course the Yeerks culturally have developed a focus on use and domination of other sentients, while the Iskoort are obsessively focused on bartering for their experiences… the Iskoort’s manner of course comes off as kind of alarming to the kids especially, but looking back I think it adds another really cool layer in the culture sense to the idea that the Iskoort are another sort of path that the Yeerks could take that would break them out of the zero-sum game they play with the rest of the known galaxy and be ultimately more functional for themselves and others.
dang, now I want to read the Iskoort book again :0
so I know you're not taking requests, but I have this hc I kinda wanna share: while nessian is quite new, nesta sees the other couples together, knowing each other so well (az cooks mors favorite cake?? Rhys buys feyre naughty clothes in her fav colour??) and gets a little upset. her and cass obvs knows the other inside out, how their partner will react, how they feel about certain things, they know each other on a deeper level, but they never spoke about the small things, like fav cake or.. 1/2
I think that it might be possible and mostly because Nesta was so angry that in her teenage years, when her sister both found something they loved, she found nothing and Cassian, on the other hand, was a bastard whose only chance in life was to fight, so I think he didn’t have the time to find something he loves.
And I tink that Nesta, wanting to get him a gift and being tired of getting him swords/leathers/knives or something that has to do with his work as Commander and she knows he likes to cook, but his cooking really doesn’t need improvement as long as she can tell, but it’s something he likes, so she buys him a cooking book.
Nesta Archeron lives from that point with the breath of anxiety on her neck.
What if he doesn’t like it or thinks it’s stupid? Maybe he doesn’t even like cooking all that much.
So she walks to their Cabin and she knows he’s in, she can hear him humming in their bedroom and she takes the piece of paper from her purse, with the list of things she wants to ask him, grabs a pen and sits directly into his lap, which makes him a very happy bat, takes the list and starts reading her questions:
“What’s your favorite color?”
He looks a bit puzzled, but answers “Red. And the color of your eyes.” Nesta blushes and his arms go around her. She writes his answer just beside her former question and before he can ask what’s happening, she asks again
“What’s your favorite book?”
“The one we read together three times a month, sweetheart. You know it.”
“I know that I know, but I wanted to be sure. Favorite Opera at the theater?”
“What’s with all the questions, love?” he says, his nose grazing the side of her neck.
“I bought you gift,” she answers, her body moving closer to his, “but I wasn’t sure you would like it, and I want to know everything you like.”
She takes his face in her hands and the look of joyful surprise on his face makes her heart sing.
“You bought me a gift?” he asks, his lips just in front of hers, but only brushing against her mouth, the damned tease.
“I did. It’s a-it’s a cooking book. I thought you would like it.” she whispers.
He kisses her then, his hands going between her hair.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
She kisses him again, just a quick peck, as if to say you’re welcome.
“What’s your favorite thing? The thing you love the most to do?” she asks again.
“Oh,” he says, “that’s easy. The answer is you, to both questions.” he answers with a grin. “And you, love? What’s your favorite color?” his voice is low as he asks, his hands going to her hips which she didn’t realize she started moving.
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Villain crafting is FUN. (Christian has a tragic backstory now. It involves pirates. I’m very happy).
It’s an interesting balance at the moment, because Christian is extremely sympathetic, but also (at this point in time) power-hungry, ruthless, and classifiably evil. He’s the unchallenged villain of the piece. But I’m also planning a redemption arc for him later (spoilers)! So he also has to be a tad conflicted. BUT he’s not really an angst-prone character, so ‘conflicted’ has to be shown through his actions without making his doings seem random.
I’m doing quite a bit of scurrying with this character, and enjoying every minute of it.
In the meantime, Jack, Haskell, Liam, and Mary Anne are stuck in a bit of a rut story-wise, and it’s going to take a little hackneyed maneuvering to get them out of it. I’m putting that off as long as I can, because it’s going to be a little tricky and I’m too busy having fun to do real work. ('As long as I can’ in this case meaning 'probably till tomorrow morning’) XD
Love y'all tons, and wishing everyone a happy evening!!
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!
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!
You stared at the note in disbelief, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending three days a week with Calum.
Just the two of you.
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.
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.
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.
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?”
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 (: