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These feelings I have you’ll find out never, unless you’re clever.
I’ll admire you from afar, star
Keep doing all the great things you’re doing
You got it going on young lady.

Professor Scamander and the Horned Serpent – Chapter 4

Newt Scamander has agreed to teach briefly at Ilvermorny, following the school’s decision to allow him to lecture the students about magical creatures as an elective class. Here he meets a girl in her final year, who belongs to the scholarly house of Horned Serpent. She drives Newt crazy, and the two get into a lot of mischief behind the backs of both the students and staff.

Pairing: Next Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1744

Warnings: SMUT! Large age gap between characters (Newt is around 30, reader is 18)

A/n: going to make the next chapter super duper fluffy to make up for this badly written smut :’)

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3


The next couple of lessons in Newt’s class were spent with your head down. You avidly avoided the tempting man for the weeks that followed the night in the case, but your thoughts were not so easily controlled. Every night you would dream of him, and of that kiss that should not have been.

“You were talking in your sleep again last night.” A fellow Horned Serpent told you as you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, getting ready to head to breakfast.

“I was?” You frowned.

“Yes.” She giggled. “You were calling out for Professor Scamander.” You widened your eyes in shock, quickly gathering yourself and walking hurriedly to the dining hall. 

On your way there you passed your Study of Magical Creatures classroom, taking a glance and seeing the familiar figure, leaning on his desk, talking to someone. It was Amelia. You felt a twinge of jealously, pushing the feeling away with discomfort as you approached the window on the door of the classroom. Newt looked uncomfortable, as Amelia was standing much too close. She was playing with her hair, twirling a strand around her finger as she produced a flirty grin. Against your better judgement, you knocked on the door, the two swiftly turning their heads. Newt had a look of relief, while Amelia seemed to be annoyed at the intrusion.

“Come in.” Newt spoke softly.

You willed your feet to move, over towards the two.

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