☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐡𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 CRUSHING HEADCANONS ! 🐚
✉️ : i guess ill write it myself then (p.s. i havent written in MONTHS but you have NO right to tell me this sucks because this is the most you can get for hpma x reader 😠 /j) I'm open to requests, I'm bored
Daniel Page, who accidentally messes up his potion from staring at you too hard—who, on the other hand, was too fixated and focused on trying to help him ferment the mixture with what he had teached you so far.
Daniel Page, who constantly, indirectly calls you pretty.
Lottie had asked for advice on who she should draw to practice anatomy on, adding that it should be someone who has relatively pretty features so it won't be too hard to captivate. On the spur of the moment, Daniel was the one who almost immediately responded with your name.
Daniel Page, who always offers to help you study for exams, of course without a remark on how you "always need him" first.
Daniel Page, who ironically always needs you, and goes to you for help even though everyone else is a 100% available and a lot more suitable for the situation.
Daniel Page, who's slowly getting used to sneaking out at night with you to explore Hogwarts even further. To the point he could almost feel a pang of disappointment when you decide not to go.
"Alright," he speaks through his usual accent, "It's better not to get hung up by Mr. Filch anyway." He wishes you a goodnight after you do and tries to ignore the way his shoulders slump and how his mood lightly drops.
Daniel Page, who randomly gets reminded of how pretty you are despite the light frown you have displayed on your face as a result of whatever he said.
Additionally, Daniel Page who can't help but halt his speech when he realises how pretty your pout looks and the way you sassily cross your arms at him, so out of patience yet ready to hear him out. Hence why he always ends up "reluctantly" complying with your plan instead of his.
Daniel Page who covers up the fact that he wants you to dance with him "as a favor."
Daniel Page who gives you a flower because it was an "extra herb" he didn't need (even though he could have kept it for the next potion that acquired it), and makes up an entire potion when you asked what it was used for.
Daniel Page who suddenly distances himself from you when you start hanging out with another male student—
Daniel Page who says it was he who was "your first" and who has been on adventures with you more than anyone else and asks what's so special about said male student once you worriedly ask him what's going on
Daniel Page who's stuttering, awful lying, and flushed face never fail to give him away every time the others question him about you
Daniel Page who looks like a beaten-up puppy whenever you choose someone else over him. Notwithstanding it might be the smallest matter as to accompanying you to go back to your dorm to pick up something you forgot ☠️
Daniel Page who starts to stammer and sweat when you ask his opinion on how a certain outfit, accessory, or makeup looks on you— His response either being "It-it looks fine" or "uhhh um 🧍🏻♂️"
Daniel Page who feels guilty about the lack of solid answer he had given you, not to mention the pout on your face once you back away.
So he apologises afterward and straight up tells you that you're always pretty, and that he doesn't understand why you need to be told that when you'll always be the same or even prettier in anything you wear 🤷🏻...
Daniel Page who goes blank when he realises what he had just said ☹️
Just Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel <3 he's a cutie patootie fr
a/n: GOD I ACTUALLY DON'T LIKE THIS ITS THE BEST I COULD DO IM SORRY
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Im thinking Daniel and sick reader...(im sick right now. if u can't tell 🤕)
“HOGWARTS ISN'T IMMUNE TO COMMON COLD.”
synopsis: daniel attempts to wake you up from a seemingly deep slumber, only to discover you're sick.
tags/warnings: mutual pining. in a seperate ask, anon cleared up that they wanted a female reader! additional warning: this sucks
wc: 2.1k (oops)
✉️: i hope you get well soon, anon! on another note, i didn't mean to make this so long uh 🧍🏻♀️
Daniel walks you to class every morning.
It's a tradition now—an unspoken one for sure. Given that you two share a house and are "well-acquainted" (according to him).
Though the boy had always insisted he'd prefer brewing potions to making friends, he has quite the number of them, much to his surprise.
That surprise was planted by you, and what it had sprouted into made you two considerably close. So, beyond the shadow of a doubt, you two definitely aren't only "well-acquainted." Hell, definitely not just friends, either—from what the others could see.
Needless to say, they notice the faint blush coating your cheeks when you two are alone (you two definitely aren't alone if they had known that).
Or the awkward glances you two exchange at the dance practice. ...Not to mention the constant fumbling of your hands when you two are the ones conversing at a group discussion. They have eyes, you know.
Indeed, you two are close. Up to the point it had made your friends raise an eyebrow at you every so often. And that had Robyn raising an eyebrow at him right now.
"Daniel? Where're you going? Class is this way, stupid."
He gives her a look before making his way down the Grand Staircase, "I forgot to get [Y/N]." Robyn leans onto the railing, watching him sink into the lower level of the tower. "I'll see you at class," he says loudly, enough for her to hear.
"Oh?" Robyn grins, "Looking for your girlfriend, I see!" She yells from above, causing the heads of passersby to turn. Daniel flinches and looks up at her like she's crazy. He wishes he was up there right now to flipendo her, but she had already ran off with a hasty See you, then!
A few onlookers still have eyes on him. He feels as though he's shrinking under their gaze.
"...'Bit young for you to be courting a lady, don't you think, boy?" One inquisitive painting utters to him, and he pretends not to hear beyond his loud groan.
The unfortunate boy couldn't control the thudding of his chest as he entered your house tower, and was unable to keep his calm long enough to escape his fellow housemates' worried stares. At some point, he was forced to reassure them that he was fine and merely somewhat agitated by "something."
Courtship? He doesn't plan on marrying you... Much less date you! What absurdity was the portrait blabbing about? Blasphemy, he mumbled.
He's out of his trance when he recognises a roommate of yours scurry by. "Hey—"
The girl casts a doubtful glance across before halting when she realises he called to her.
"Where's [Y/N]?"
"Asleep," She answers, "I tried getting her up but she kept insisting on sleeping. '5 more minutes' turned into half an hour, I was starting to risk getting late."
Daniel ponders for a moment before turning his heel to depart, quickening his step.
By the time he has gotten to the Girl's Dormitory, he steps on his own brakes, cautiously checking if anyone else is there.
He's well aware that you and him are late to class by now; everyone has already left. Daniel rushes into the dormitory and makes a mental point to reprimand you later.
He approaches your dorm room door and knocks, "...[Y/N]?"
…Nothing. He knocks firmly this time, repeating your name. After two more unsuccessful efforts, he twists the doorknob and enters.
His eyes briskly scan his surroundings—a lump under a certain someone's bed is breathing like the stillness of the ocean waves. Daniel can't believe you could sleep peacefully at a time like this.
He huffs at the sight in front of him, eventually marching his way towards you.
Despite his irritation, he gently prods you while whispering your name so as not to alarm you.
"Good riddance. Are you trying to skive off school and lose us some house points?"
You groan and wriggle under the covers. "[Y/N]," he scolds.
Daniel watches your eyebrows furrow deeply.
"I can't, Daniel—" Your voice breaks, alarming the boy above you.
In a panic, he hovers above you, "Are— Are you crying…? What happened? What's wrong?" He reaches out to wipe stray hairs off your face.
The risen temperature of your forehead hits his fingers, which raises suspicion in him. He softly presses his knuckles over your skin to double check.
"Oh."
"Huh…?"
"You're ill."
You croak out, shifting around on your bed to find a better position, "That explains everything."
He sighs, long and heavy. "You need to get new roommates, those ones clearly don't care about you."
"They do…" You mumble in an attempt to protest.
"Don't argue."
He ponders for a bit, weighing his choices.
"Are you okay with being alone here for a bit? I'll inform the teachers about this and be back by lunchtime, I promise." He accentuates his word of honor. You whimper, but manage to nod at him.
After offering you some fast guidance on what to do for the moment, and encouraging you to do simple things—like to constantly drink the water on your bedside table of which he provided for you—he scampers out of your dormitory and contemplates praying a little.
Ideally, the scolding and penalty he receives will be mild enough to allow him to come see you later. But more significantly, that your fever doesn't worsen during his absence for the full four hours.
At last, it's 12 o'clock. Daniel hurried to collect his books once class ended, tucking them under his arm. He briskly moves past a few students in his path and dashes out the door.
"Daniel!" Lottie scurries towards him.
"Where's [Y/N]?" She exhales, restless after endlessly running about, "I was supposed to paint her today, but I haven't seen her all morning." She says, devastatingly.
"She's sick today. I got late because of her…" He mumbles. "She's probably going to feel better by then, so you should check on her later."
"You're on her way to her right now, right? Can I come with?" Lottie practically pleads, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. Daniel hesitates.
"What— I'm— On my way to Potions class. She says she wants to be left alone," He turns away and decides he has wasted too much time, "It's best to respect her wishes."
"Oh. Well, you're not coming to the Great Hall for lunch first?" She calls out to him as he ascends the stairs.
"No," He barely replies, given how far away he is now. And soon he's gone somewhere she can no longer see him.
Lottie brings her hand to her chin, deep in thought.
It took a while, but he shakes the small bottle of healing potion between his fingers.
He must be having a particularly lucky day because there aren't any other students in the dorm at this particular time. Though a not-so-lucky one for you… But he digresses, that's what he's standing at your doorway for.
Daniel knocks even though he knows you won't answer. However, it makes little difference if it serves to let you know of his presence rather than to startle you.
You're once more sound asleep when he comes in. He casts a sympathetic glance over you as he walks, taking note of the empty glass of water. Daniel regretfully looks down at his feet, wishing he had given you two glasses, or three.
"Daniel…?" You mumble. He comes back to his wits at the sound of your voice, and he crouches next to your bed to get eye-to-eye with you.
"Hi," You mumble.
"Hi," He coos.
He sits up higher now, kneeling on one knee, "You should get up. I got you a healing potion."
He'd definitely lie about it to be something else at another time, but he's too fixated on helping you feel better at the moment. And you're too sick to process that he had made it for you.
You whine a bit, but you sit up as he instructed.
Daniel stares at you and instinctively reaches out to brush down your bed hair.
Your eyes are still shut tight, and eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to tame your headache—obviously that wouldn't work.
Your eyes are only just beginning to open as his thumb and index finger softly grip your chin. On another hand, he's holding up a bottle of which you immediately catch on to be the said healing potion.
"Open up," he utters.
You do, and the opening of the bottle is brought to your mouth, the potion now coming into contact with your tongue.
You grimace. You don't like the taste of it.
Daniel takes notice of your reaction and swipes his thumb encouragingly.
You feel your senses sharpen after the last gulp, and the headache you had recently felt is weighed off of you. Nevertheless, you're still a touch under the weather.
"That's good," he says. "You should rest, still. It's not good to go running about right after taking the potion."
He hadn't taken his hand off your chin.
"Daniel—" You gently grasp hold of his other arm. "Please, can you stay with me for a while?"
Over the few hours of tossing and turning, there had been multiple times where you were at the verge of tears from being alone in such a horrible state. Normally, you would like to be left alone, but you wished your best friend was there to aid you.
Before any of you could react, your door pushes open on the spur of the moment. "[Y/N]? I brou… Oh wow."
Lottie stares at the situation in front of her, thoroughly befuddled on what she should do or say.
Immediately, you and Daniel retreat away from one another, leading you to hiss at the abrupt movement and Daniel moving forward in an effort to aid you.
"I'll just leave this here…" She says, placing the bowl of French onion soup on an adjacent table.
"Um…" Daniel starts, only to be interrupted by you.
"Oh, Lottie! I apologize for being absent today, I know you were supposed to paint me…" You try to brush the earlier scenario off with a timid grin. "What a shame, I was looking forward to it."
The girl by your doorway blinks before coming to her senses.
"Y-Yes. But it's all right! Daniel said you'd be fine in a few hours, but I couldn't bear not checking on you. I… Guess I should have done as he said, yeah?" She sheepishly smiles at Daniel, who's kneeling away from the both of you in humiliation.
"I really can't help but wonder why you didn't take [Y/N] to the Hospital Wing." Lottie comments, taking one last glance at your sleeping figure before quietly shutting the door.
"It— Well, remember when half of Hogwarts caught a cold? Did the Hospital Wing really do anything about it?" Daniel protests.
"That's because the Hospital Wing couldn't handle more than five-hundred students at a time, Daniel…"
Lottie shoots him a smile as they begin walking, "You care about her a lot, don't you?"
Daniel bounces back from the little embarrassment of discovering she's correct. "Why wouldn't I? I'm her friend. I did better than the roommates who left her there."
"I guess so…"
Silence descends over the two with nothing but the clacking of their shoes against the floor. It's a little straining, if they would be honest. Given that the prior incident was so casually dismissed as a typical occurrence— between two apparently friends.
Worse is none of you had even bothered to clear up that whatever she had witnessed was none of the sort.
Lottie clears her throat, "I feel like I should ask the question everyone has been keeping locked on the back of their throats."
Daniel raises an eyebrow at her, unaware of what she's implying.
"Are you and [Y/N]— You know…" Lottie flushes slightly at having to pose the question herself, only to smile broadly at the boy's sudden flushing of the cheeks.
"W-What are you implying?" He croaks out. The two of them had come to a halt by now.
Lottie brings her palm to her lips, attempting to contain her laughter at Daniel's newly discovered state. She decides not to further embarrass him out of pity for how he must be feeling helpless at the moment—which he is.
"Nothing—" She snickers, turning her heel and walking ahead, "It's nothing!"
Daniel observes as her silhouette vanishes into the hallways. And for a brief moment, he hesitates.
But he finds himself standing at your doorway once again, deciding that maybe—just maybe—he'll stay with you for a little while. Or… for whatever long you choose.
At least, just hope he doesn't get caught by the Prefects.
a/n: see?? im writing guys!! also i read my old writings and let's just say i croed ❤️ if only that amount of talent was back
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