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theweasleyslytherin · 3 years

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i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 13

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summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?

general fic warnings: smut, drug/alcohol use, language

CHAPTER 13 - screaming color

But it's not forever But it's just tonight Oh, we're still the greatest The greatest ___________________________

Ron had avoided hanging out with Cassiah for a few days after the naked Quidditch incident. Frankly, he couldn't shake the image of her naked body out of his head and he knew he'd start blushing tomato-red from head to toe the moment he looked at her. Cassiah knew him so well and was so good at reading people that she would have known instantly why he was flushing. Just the idea of that brand of embarrassment had Ron's face flaming.

He recovered from his funk fairly quickly though, aided by copious amounts of bud and extensive, vivid sexual fantasies about imaginary women. Embarrassing? Yes. Effective? ...Also yes, apparently.

Just in time, too, because there was another Potions test coming up that week and after his humongous flunk on the last test, he needed Cassiah's help more than ever to bring his grade back up. She was such a good teacher; she was always so patient with him. In the past, she'd rewarded correct answers with kisses or by removing articles of clothing, but Ron had a sneaking suspicion that was off the table this time.

The point was, no matter how smart Cassiah was and how easily this stuff came to her, she never for a second made Ron feel stupid. On the contrary, she made him feel confident. She was the first person to ever make him realize that he was smart; he was a great communicator and very intuitive. Just because he wasn't a good tester didn't mean he wasn't intelligent. Cassiah had told him that he was smart in ways she could never be. That made Ron feel good.

And if Ron did a little advanced reading before their scheduled study session just to impress her... that was nobody's bloody business.

Despite the fact that he'd spent the last few days completely entranced by the thought of Cassiah, Ron actually felt pretty relaxed on his way to the Slytherin dorms. Even when there were underlying and confusing thoughts, things felt natural between them. There was an organic quality to their dynamic that he didn't even realize himself and wouldn't have been able to describe even if he did. All he knew was hanging out with Cassiah was easy and fun.

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Cassiah was surprised to find that Ron had beaten her to the dorms. She could see his ruffled red hair from down the hall, waiting out in the hallway for her to let him in. While Cassiah knew the password to the Gryffindor dorms ("Quidditch" wasn't super difficult to guess), Ron had no idea what the Slytherin passcode was. Because of Ron's never-ending feud with Malfoy, they hadn't hung out in the Slytherin dorms often enough for her to bother telling him.

They always studied at night, after the library was closed, so common rooms were pretty much the only option. This time around, however, they were meeting in the Slytherin dorms because Cassiah really didn't feel like running into Ginny or Hermione sober. This left Draco as the more amicable option, and he'd agreed to basically vacate the premises or hide in his room while Ron was there, and make sure the others did the same. The promise that he wouldn't get called a blood traitor by any random students really eased Ron's nerves about coming to see Cassiah in the dungeons, and he'd agreed.

And now this was going to be their first time hanging out alone since the breakup.

"Hey Ronald," she said in greeting, bumping into him lightly. "You weren't waiting long, were you?"

"Only a couple hours; don't worry," Ron deadpanned in return. She punched him in the arm – a very hard, muscled arm – for his sarcasm, but she also couldn't help but laugh. He never failed to make her laugh.

"Shut the fuck up," she shook her head, but she was smiling widely as she leaned in and whispered the password.

"No way! Your password is Quidditch, too?" Ron gasped with excitement as they stepped into the common room.

Cassiah looked at him like he had seven heads. "Merlin, no. Are you hard of hearing, Weasley?" she teased, "It's in Latin. It's practically impossible to guess unless you speak the language. Which I clearly don't, based on my marks in that class."

"Bloody hell, Cassie. You got a B–. Plus, we were fourteen. That was four years ago. Quit it with the melodrama," Ron rolled his eyes but his tone was playful so Cassiah knew he wasn't actually annoyed. She could probably count on one hand the number of times Ron had been genuinely annoyed with her.

Cassiah huffed and placed her books down on the coffee table, organizing them in neat stacks: "Just sit before I change my mind about tutoring you."

"Yes, sir," Ron joked, carelessly dropping his beat-up book bag onto the floor beside the couch and scooping out the contents before plopping them haphazardly onto the table. Cassiah winced at the pile of crinkled papers and bent notebook covers. Ron was so messy sometimes.

Cassiah wasn't a neat freak herself, but she liked to keep most of her belongings in pristine condition. She squinted and was pretty sure one of the notebooks had "PENIS" scrawled across it in Ron's abominable handwriting and then "BOOBIES" in Harry's neat block-print. But what else could she expect? Sure, they were in their last year and not children anymore, but Ron and Harry were going to be like this forever, probably.

"Where do you want to start?" she asked Ron, flipping through her notes quickly. They were color-coordinated.

"Everything," Ron grumbled, "I don't get the whole lot of it. Even when Neville and I are paying attention, I only remember the stuff when I'm doing it, and then I forget it the moment we walk out the door."

"Must be all the weed," Cassiah teased. But she was also probably just the slightest bit right.

"Very funny," Ron snorted, "Seriously, though. I have some notes, but I just never can tell what the important stuff is going to be, so I just end up copying almost the entire thing and I'm back at square one."

"Okay," Cassiah leveled with him, "Then we'll start at the beginning of this unit and just try to decide what's going to be important enough to be on the test. We'll focus on actually remembering the stuff later. Now c'mere."

Ron scooted closer to her on the couch and leaned over to share the textbook. They worked quietly for about forty minutes, completely focused. They had always worked fairly well together. Ron even corrected Cassiah on a few things, which made his chest swell up with pride.

After they finished one of the chapters, Ron leaned back against the couch, exhaling heavily. "I'm getting hungry. Do you have any study snacks?" he asked. When Cassiah just looked at him for a moment, he shrugged his shoulders, "Nevermind, I brought my own."

He reached into his bag and produced a whole array of sweet and salty snacks, spreading them out on the coffee table on top of the notebooks. "Snack break?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," Cassiah wagered, "Oh! Do you have–"

Ron beat her to it, holding up a bag of butterbeer popcorn. "Of course I do," he grinned.

She squealed with delight, grabbing the bag and opening it immediately. "Mmm," she murmured as she popped the first one into her mouth, "I hardly ever have these but Merlin they're good."

"Oh, trust me. I know," Ron agreed, stuffing his hand into the bag on Cassiah's lap, causing her to shriek and giggle as she batted his hand away.

"It's so good to be hanging out again," Ron said after Cassiah's laughter died down, "I really wasn't sure if we ever would after everything that happened."

"Well, we were friends first, right?" Cassiah gave him a half-grin through a mouthful of popcorn.

Ron scoffed. "Yeah, but I wasn't sure if you were going to ever want to be friends with me again after the fit I threw over you and Malfoy," he explained, and then fell silent. After a moment, he asked cautiously, "Whatever became of that anyways? When I asked him about it he just gave me some vague, non-answer about your relationship not being what it appeared to be."

Cassiah was floored. "You talked to him?"

"Long story. But answer my question!"

She sighed. "Well, I guess his answer was right. Draco and I were never like that in the way that you thought. We're just friends – entirely platonic."

Ron furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed, "So you guys never...?"

Cassiah snorted, burying her face in her hands in embarrassment. "Merlin, no, Ron. Nothing romantic ever happened between us. Or sexual, for that matter," she reassured him, and then added, half under her breath, "Nothing sexual has happened for me in a looong time."

"Hah. Me neither," Ron groaned, leaning back in his seat a little bit.

Cassiah's eyes widened a bit. She wasn't entirely expecting Ron to hear her. But to hear that he hadn't been with another girl was definitely an interesting surprise.

Ron must've been thinking the same thing: "I kind of would've thought that you would have, you know, been with someone. Malfoy or MacMillan or someone. I mean, guys were always hitting on you even when we were together. You have plenty of options."

She raised her eyebrows and grunted, "No opportunities have really presented themselves, unfortunately. It's just me and my lonesome."

Ron chuckled at that. "Bloody hell, tell me about it," he murmured. He waited a second, considering, and then said, "It's really hard, you know? Going from have sex every day or at least once or twice a week to just... nothing."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's really hard," Cassiah joked and Ron shoved her in the arm for her pun. "But I know what you mean. Sometimes it drives me crazy. I got so spoiled that now I feel like I need sex and I can't have it."

Cassiah looked up from her lap to see Ron's face aflame, suddenly aware of how close together they were on the couch. Ron was clearly caught off guard by how candid she was being about her needs. She knew she normally didn't talk like this, but he'd started it and it felt good to just vent.*

"That was never our problem, was it?" Ron said. The sentence itself was a joke but his tone was completely serious. "Sex, I mean..." his tone was gruff, almost a whisper.

Cassiah felt the energy shift in the room and her nerves start tingling. "No," she manages to squeak out, "Definitely not... You knew me in that way like nobody else."

She could've sworn she heard Ron let out the smallest groan. He always liked the praise.

Cassiah looked up at him through her lashes, feeling her heart pounding in her chest and hearing both of their breathing become a bit ragged. Ron was staring back at her with a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite comprehend. Needy but also controlled and–

"Oh, fuck it," heard him mutter and suddenly his hands were grabbing her face and his lips were crashing into hers and bloody fuck this time it was real, not a dream or a memory.

His hands on her face and gripping the back of her hair were rough as his lips slid against hers, his tongue licking against hers.

"Oh, Ron," she murmured into his mouth immediately and he let out a loud, unbridled groan at the sound of his name on her lips. That sound sent heat straight in between Cassiah's legs and she rolled her hips into the couch.

"C'mere," he growled, his voice gruffer than she'd ever heard as Cassiah felt his big hands grab onto her waist and roughly guide her into his lap. She let out a low whine when she could feel his length already hard and pressing up against her core. She rolled her hips down and shocks of electricity sparked through her body as she felt his hardness brush against her through the crotch of her leggings. The friction was so delicious that she kept rolling her hips again and again with Ron's hands on her waist guiding her in the figure eights he always used to like.

"Bloody fucking hell. I didn't know how long I've been wanting this until now," Ron panted, thrusting his hips up to make contact with the apex of her thighs. Cassiah ground down against him, coaxing a long, low moan out of him.

Ron reached up and moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, squeezing roughly and kneading his fingers into her flesh through her bra. He pulled the hemline of her shirt up to reveal her bra and then pushed her bra down as far as he could. He licked a circle around her nipple before roughly sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it again and again. Cassiah tangled her head in Ron's hair, panting heavily as she watched him. He was looking up at her with big blue-green eyes as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

And then she was tugging his head back up to her mouth, reconnecting their lips briefly before pulling away again to say breathlessly, "Get me ready for you, Ron."

Rom growled, and Cassiah felt him throbbing at the mere thought of being inside her again after so long. She felt his lips trail over to the nape of her neck where he began sucking a harsh mark in just the right spot to send shivers down her spine. He licked a thick stripe over the mark before quickly turned to suck the lobe of her ear into her mouth.

"Ah," Cassiah gasped, the combination of his tongue and his hot breath on the shell of her ear making her wetter by the second. She could feel her slick forming a wet stain on the lap of Ron's slacks but she knew he'd love it when he realized. There was never anything that turned him on more than seeing how wet she got for him.

Cassiah didn't let up on the rotation of her hips on his thick length. She could feel him hot and ready in his pants. She had half a mind to climb off him so she could unbutton his pants and take him into her mouth so she could hear him completely lose control, but she wanted him inside of her even more.

She reached down in between them and cupped him over his pants, causing him to hold his breath. She gripped his length and gave it a squeeze. It felt huge and hard even through the fabric and Ron sucked in a breath at the contact.

She kept rubbing him in circles through his pants, pressing her thumb over where she knew the tip was every now and then.

"Harder. More. Tighter, fuck, Cassie, please," Ron was chanting, his lips still attached to her neck, which was covered in huge, dark bruises by now. Just the thought of that had her growing slick.

She pressed harder against his length, now running her hands up and down his shaft through his pants. She couldn't stand the tension and heat in her core anymore and started grinding down against his thigh as best as she could.

"Bloody hell, are you getting yourself off?" Ron moaned and when Cassiah gave him a wicked smile in response, he gripped onto her hips hard enough to bruise and let his head fall back as he let out a long, quiet "fuck yeah."

"You're so dirty," he continued, his voice ragged and rushed as Cassiah kept rubbing him faster, "So fucking desperate for me that you're fucking yourself on my thigh. I'm gonna make you feel so bloody good, Cassie."

His filthy words sent fiery heat all over her body and egged her on.

"O- Cassie, I-" Ron stuttered bucking his hips against hers. "Stop stop stop stop, I'm–"

But she didn't listen. His whines and his hot breath were too delicious and sinful for her to just stop. She never wanted him to stop making those greedy little sounds. It was rare he completely lost control like this.

And then she felt him go completely rigid, his fingers digging into her waist and his head falling back as he let out a choked "Ohhhh" and squeezed his eyes shut.

She didn't realize at first and kept pumping him through his pants until he rushed to say, "Merlin. Stopstopstop, just– Give me a minute, bloody hell..."

That's when she felt the rapidly growing wet spot on the front of his pants, and it wasn't from her. She stared down at it in shock. That had certainly never happened before.

When she looked up, Ron's face was flaming red. Before she could say anything, he was grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and shoving it over his crotch as best as he could with Cassiah still on his lap. "B-bloody hell, Cassie, I'm so sorry. You know I never do that; it's just been so long that I just couldn't hold off. I-I tried to tell you to stop but–"

"Ron," she soothed, giggling softly, "It's okay."

"It's bloody humiliating. I'm a grown-ass adult and I just shot a load in my pants."

"Felt good though, didn't it?" she asked, and Ron nodded enthusiastically. "Plus," she added, "You know you'd think it was hot if I did that. And I happen to find it unbearably hot when you can't control yourself because I make you feel so good."

Ron stared up at her, the mischievous glint beginning to return to his eyes.

"Prove it."

Cassiah grabbed his hand from where it was resting on her waist and took two of his fingers in her own. She guided his hand down into her leggings, slipping his fingers under her panties. She shimmied a bit and then swiped their fingers through her sex. He groaned when he felt that she was dripping for him between her legs, his fingers becoming coated in her slick. They brushed against her swollen clit as he removed them from her panties and Cassiah let out a needy, high-pitched whine.

Ron locked his eyes with her and he brought her fingers to his lips, sticking them in his mouth and sucking them clean of her juices. That visual paired with the intense eye contact had Cassiah's sex throbbing between her legs.

"Wh-" she started, her voice shaky, "Why don't you take care of me until you're ready for round two?"

"If I fuck you after I just came I'm gonna last–"

"I know," Cassiah blurted out and blushed, ducking her head in slight embarrassment at the memory. There was a time over the summer when they'd gone for a second round immediately after Ron had finished and he'd lasted so long that she'd come about four times before he'd finished and she'd actually been crying from how oversensitive and fucked out she was.

"You naughty little slut," Ron murmured, his eyes bright with admiration, "I'm going to make you scream."

Before she could even respond, he grabbed her and swung her around, pressing her back into the cool leather of the couch as she pinned her wrists above her head with just one hand. She struggled against him, loving the thrill of the fact that his one hand could hold her down.

Ron roughly pulled her leggings and panties down in one motion, leaving them pooled around her ankles as she wrapped her legs around the back of his head.

She crawled up so her core was aligned with her face and he stared at her wetness with a hungry, animal look. He licked his lips and groaned, "Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy."

He delivered a tiny slap to her dripping lips and clit before running a finger through her slick and spreading it over her swollen clitoris. She was already a needy mess under him, whining and whimpering.

"How fast can I make you come for me?" Ron wondered aloud, "No one's touched you like this in so long." He circled his finger over her clit at an agonizingly slow pace and she rotated her hips, signaling for him to spread up.

"Have you been touching yourself?" he questioned her and she nodded quickly and desperately, wanting to answer his question so that he'd pick up his pace and give her a release.

"Merlin, you're so bad, Cassie. Such a bad girl, I fucking love it. I'm gonna fucking destroy you," he promised and she moaned.

Ron sped his fingers up to a torturously fast pace and Cassiah felt herself hurtling towards the edge. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably and her thighs clenched around Ron. Her back arched and her head shot back as she chanted, "Ronronron, bloody hell, I'm coming, I'm coming Ron..."

He kept stroking her through her climax until he could tell her was done, completely spent and relaxed back against the couch. But he wasn't even half done with her, and she knew it as he loomed over her, shucking off his stained slacks and his wet underwear.

He stroked over his aching cock as he towered over her, already hard and leaking at the tip after she'd made him come just minutes ago.

"On your hands and knees," Ron demanded, pumping his thick length expertly in his hand. Cassiah felt her heartbeat between her legs at the sight of him touching himself and immediately moved to follow his orders.

Cassiah braced herself on her elbows, leaning to arch her back and push herself closer to him. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Ron shifting to move up behind her. She bit her lip and looked up at him.

"Fuck," Ron murmured at the sight. "Get ready, baby. I'm not going slow with you," he said as he linked his tip up with her entrance.

"Would never want you to," she countered, pushing back against him, silently begging him to put it in.

Without any warning, he thrust into her in one push, giving her no time to adjust and as a result earning him a winded, shrill, "Ron!"

She could hear him chuckle slightly behind her and knew he smiling as he palmed the thick flesh of her ass in his hands, kneading it between his fingers as he caught his breath.

"Merlin, Cassie, you f-feel tighter than ever," he stammered as he started moving his hips, keeping up his promise of not going slow with her. His thrusts were short and rough. When he hit the right spot deep inside her, Cassiah cried out and pushed back against him to take him deeper and he kept up angling for that spot, earning the same reaction every time.

"Merlin, Ron, right there," she begged, circling her hips, "Please don't stop. Keep going."

"I couldn't stop if I wanted to baby. You feel so good," Ron responded, the loud smack of his hips slamming into her over and over echoing throughout the room.

Cassiah began to whine almost non-stop, obviously losing control, and he quickened his pace and went even harder on her than before, knowing from experience that this was just what she needed to come.

He leaned over her, his chest hovering just over her back so that he could place sloppy kisses along the back of her neck and her shoulders. She turned her head to kiss him but Ron had reached underneath her to begin playing her clit and instead, her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back into her head. She came hard with a sob, her walls pulsing around.

But she knew Ron wouldn't be done with her yet. He started back up with slower, more thorough thrusts, pulling almost all the way out every time before pushing back in at an agonizing pace, but still just as hard as before. Their bodies jerked with every movement.

Ron fathered Cassiah's hair in a fist behind her head and yanked, pulling her head back and coaxing a sharp cry out of her. He was finally able to kiss her, and he pressed his lips sensually to hers. She moaned as he licked into her mouth, just as needy as she was.

She could feel her third orgasm coming on and knew that she wouldn't be able to hold out or handle another afterward. She clenched around Ron, circling her hips in rhythm with him, and panted, "Come for me, Ron. You know you want to. You've made me come twice, you're gonna make me come a third. You deserve it."

She knew his praise kink would take him right over the edge and it did. He let out an earth-shattering groan and cried out her name, finishing inside her and giving a few final thrusts before going still and collapsing on top of her back. They stayed there for a moment, no sound but the sound of them catching their breath for several moments.

"Bloody hell," he panted, peeling himself off of her sweaty back and sitting back on the couch.

She gingerly sat up too, still over-sensitive, and faced him. "You can say that again," she murmured.

"Bloody hell," he repeated, and Cassiah barked out a laugh, weakly punching him in the arm and telling him to shut up.

"You're so right," she conceded, "We may have had little disagreements every now and then, and you had to do what was best for you and end things but... Sex was never our weak point."

"Definitely not," Ron agreed, pushing his sweaty hair back off of his forehead before starting to get redressed. "Merlin, can we please keep doing this? I don't think I'll be able to handle it going back to my hand after this. I had no idea how much tension had built up until now," he admitted – more like pleaded.

"One hundred percent. Trust me, Ron. You know I always needed this just as much as you did," Cassiah said, fully dressed and pulling her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. "We just have to be cool about it. Friends can definitely have passionate sex and then be just that – friends," she explained to him, but it felt more like she was trying to convince herself.

"Totally," Ron was quick to agree, staring forward in a sexed-out daze.

"So long as nobody finds out, there will be no weirdness. Just two friends who also happen to enjoy having sex with each other in secret."

"Amazing, mind-blowing sex," he added.

"Uh-huh," Cassiah agreed, still not entirely recovered, "So it's deal."

"Yes," Ron finalized it, "It's a deal. Now let's get out stuff and get out of this common room before they get tired of being holes up in their dorms and wander in here. We've already pushed our luck enough."

Cassiah nodded, grabbing her books, "I suppose we have. But what about the test? We didn't finish studying."

"Cassie," Ron answered earnestly, grabbing her hand, "I don't care if I never pass a test again if I'm having sex that good."

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

i think this is the most sinful, blasphemous thing i've ever written in my life and i really hope you guys enjoyed it lol.

all my love! xx

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light-on-the-riverbed · 4 years

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Pics or it didn’t happen

Baz

Thank Merlin uni ends at 12:30 pm, at Waterford we had 6 hours of class, that's not even counting the hours we had to spend practicing our spells and elocution (not that I needed much practice in the later years). Living among NormaIs has not been as terribly boring as I thought it was going to be. I’ve always taken Normal's words for granted, they speak the words and we make them magic. The phrase I've taken a liking to is "Pics or it didn't happen". Not because it sounds nice (I really wish they said something more clever) but because with the right emphasis you can get a perfect picture of what you are seeing right onto your phone. Thanks to that spell my camera roll is now filled with candids of Simon. Simon laughing, Simon with a messy bed head, Simon just being alive. Every day with him feels amazing even the mundane things like getting groceries or hanging out at his apartment. Almost as if Simon could hear me thinking about him, my phone lights up with his name.

4 new messages Simon Snow

My class is almost done!!!

Friday!

Still on for board games

and snacks with Penny?

Yes, Simon, I haven't forgotten

Did you want me to pick up anything

Butter and Cherries

Penny and I been trying to

figure out Chef's recipe

I think we got it >-<

Ah yes, but this time I'm trying them last

My mouth still tastes salty from last time

And I keep making sure to check that

my tongue is there every so often

Salt and sugar look the same!!!

See you soon Bae ;)

You know I hate Normal pet names

You’ll pay for it when I get there -__-

Simon

We've been at the flat for almost two months now and I'm starting to get a good routine. Some days it reminds me of my Normal summers in the homes but in a happy way. At least I think I’m happy (I don’t think it should be this hard to tell) Baz is over a lot more than Penny would like but I think they are growing on each other (though neither of them will admit it). They love to debate the most frivolous topics and I love listening to them, most of the time it’s about which language has the best whatever. I never pay enough attention to know the exact topic. I just love that they had so much passion for something so mundane. Baz gets this thoughtful faraway look on his face whenever he is thinking hard about what Penny is saying and I have to stop myself from kissing his nose to get rid of it. Though one time I didn't stop myself and Baz actually stuttered (I never thought I’d see the day) and he called me Simon (well yelled), which made me burst out laughing. Penny pretended to disapprove but I could see her eyes shining with amusement.

Most weekends we will all hang out together and take at least a couple of hours away from uni work. Penny and I have taken to baking as a way to spend time together and destress after the busy week of class. I love baking anything that has a ton of butter. I've finally managed to get a decent croissant (they're not perfect but you can tell what they are now). Then there was that incident with the Salty Scones, Baz took a bite and suddenly his eyes were red and crying and he was spitting out the scone and wiping his tongue. Penny panicked and spelled Baz with “Cat got your tongue” but that just made him mute, which led to an impromptu game of charades (a couple of curses might have been involved). Penny finally got him to start speaking by saying his name three times with Magic. He still watches us bake, even after that incident, though he still refuses to try anything first. Baz acts like he is too posh to help us bake (well his actual words were I don't want to get flour on my clothes) but secretly I think he just enjoys watching Penny and I bake as much as I love watching him debate.

Penny

I’ll never admit it out loud but I genuinely like it when Baz Comes over. He is one of the few people who will explore a topic (debate, whatever) with me and legitimately care. Simon also seems to glow around him it's almost as if he can breathe better around Baz. I'm happy that Simon gets to be this happy, I never thought I would see the day. Of course, I still have to act indignant every time they start to get a bit too sweet with one another because I do have my limits of witnessing their PDA. I hear the door open and Baz comes in lugging a couple bags of groceries and an overnight bag. Baz has a spare key for emergencies but honestly, it’s so he can let himself in without having to knock (he’s over often enough that it would be annoying to have to open the door every time).

“Don’t lock the door behind you”, I say as he takes off his shoes and coat and gets comfortable on a barstool. I look pointedly at the table, “Simon forgot something this morning.”

“Oh Simon, he’d forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on,” Baz said with a soft smile.

“Do you want some tea while we wait for Simon?”

“I could use a cup it’s bloody freezing outside.”

“Well you know where we keep the tea and the kettle is in the wash, I’ll be nice and get a couple of biscuits together.”

“Ever the gracious host Bunce,” Baz teased.

“Hey getting groceries is hard work! Especially with how cold it is now!”

“You probably spelled them home!”

“Well yes, but I still had to go to the store.”

"Fine but the presentation of those biscuits better be sublime!"

"As if the Queen herself was coming, oh wait," I say cheekily.

Baz shoots me a look but continues filling the kettle. I go into the pantry and grab Baz's favorite biscuits and start arranging them deliberately and delicately while smiling at Baz. He rolls his eyes at me but chuckles, over the last few months he's felt more like a brother than even PremaI ever did.

"So when is Simon getting here?'' Baz asks.

“He shouldn't be long, but he wanted to play a new game so he was going to pick up a game at the shop after class."

Simon

I'm rubbish at directions, it drives Baz and Penny mad, but I managed to buy Runes and Regulations (Think American HOA meets the Families). I thought Penny and Baz would get a kick out of it. I was running a bit later than I wanted but I finally recognized the streets! (Thank Merlin!). I trekked up 3 flights of stairs (they seem to get longer every time.) and as I got to our floor I could hear Penny and Baz arguing through the door.

''How is it possible you only just learned to make a decent cup of tea you're British!''

"I've away just used Magic, or the maid would make it.''

"But Baz you're British, it's blasphemous!”

“I didn't think to do it myself until Simon started doing it, now I find it relaxing.”

“I heard my name all good things I hope,” I said walking in through the door.

Suddenly Baz lunged at my neck startling me,

“Baz, bloody hell you almost made me piss my trousers.”

He plants a kiss on one of the moles on my neck, (sometimes I think the only reason he loves me is because of my moles).

“I told you I’d make you pay for that, Bae,” he said with a smirk.

“Sorry my love, my heart, my soul, my other half.” I teased him.

“I live here too remember, a greeting would be nice."

“Hi, Penny!” I say hugging her extra tightly.

“Never mind, I give, go snog Baz,” said Penny trying to wiggle free.

“I can be bribed with Sour Cherry Scones.”

“Simon I already promised I’d help you make them, now let go."

I let her go and poured myself a cup of nice warm tea.

“Let me get warm first, I may have gotten a bit lost and now I can't feel anything.”

Baz

I sit at one of the barstools and watch Penny and Simon meticulously measure each ingredient. I like the excuse to look at Simon without him being self-conscious, he’s so relaxed and shiny from how much he beams with happiness. “Pics or it didn’t happen,” I say under my breath.

“What was that?” Simon asks.

“You’ve got flour on your nose,” I tease him

As he goes to wipe his nose he leaves even more flour on it. Penny raises her eyebrows, amused, but says nothing.

“Perfect,” I tell him and in that moment he is.

Author’s Note: Gift for @helplesshobo for the @coexchange

#carry on exchange #july 2020 #carry on #wayward son #simon snow #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #rainbow rowell

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dollopheadsandclotpoles · 4 years

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50 QUESTIONS

I was tagged by @iplann. Thank you!! ❤

What color is your hairbrush?: Light blue

Name a food that you never eat: Bitter Gourd. People in India eat it all the time and it is disgusting

Are you typically too warm or too cold?: Too Cold. I’m used to the burning hot weather

What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: I was sketching

What’s your favorite candy bar?: This is really hard to say because I love all kinds of chocolates, but I’ll say the regular Hersheys because we don’t get it in India so when I eat it, it’s a treat

Have you ever been to a professional sports game?: No

What’s the last thing you said out loud?: “I like bubble tea”

What’s your favorite ice cream?: Mint chocolate chip

What was the last thing you had to drink?: Water

Do you like your wallet?: Yes! I got it as a present

What’s the last thing you ate?: I ate an Indian snack, idk the name in English

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: No. I can’t remember when I bought clothes last

What’s the last sporting event you watched?: Probably some cricket match that was playing on the TV in a bar or something

What is you favorite flavor of popcorn?: Butter! or just salted.

Who’s the last person you sent a text to?: A friend of mine

Ever go camping?: Yeah and it was horrible

Do you take vitamins?: Sometimes

Do you go to church every Sunday?: No. I’m not Christian

Do you have a tan?: Man, I’ve been in lockdown for months now where am I gonna get a tan

Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?: BOTH

Do you drink soda through a straw?: Yes. I am officially 6

What color socks do you usually wear?: All colours. Like I said, I’m six

Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: I never drive

What terrifies you?: Dying...?

Look to your left, what do you see?: a trashcan

What chore do you hate the most?: Cleaning the bathroom

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: Nice accent

What’s your favorite soda?: Regular coke

Do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: Neither I usually have stuff delivered

What’s your favorite number?: 4

Who’s the last person you talked to?: My sister

Favorite cut of beef?: Any cut of beef, it is hard to get beef here but I love it

Last song you listened to?: Where We Belong by Thriving Ivory

Last book you read?: Last book I finished that was not a manga was A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray

Can you say the alphabet backwards?: I think so?

Favorite day of the week? Friday

How do you like your coffee?: Lots of milk, and sugar

Favorite pair of shoes?: They are just regular shoes I’m not sure how to answer this

Time you normally get up?: 10:30am. The freelance life is NICE.

Sunrise or sunsets?: Sunset. I live near the sea and the sunsets are gorgeous

How many blankets on your bed?: Two

Describe your kitchen plates?: There are lots of different types

Describe your kitchen at the moment?: Petty clean but cluttered

Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: Rum and Coke

Do you play cards? Sometimes

What color is your car?: The family car is white

Can you change a tire?: Nah

Your favorite state/province/country/etc.?: Currently I want to move to Dublin, Ireland because I loved it when I visited

Favorite job you’ve had?: My current job

How did you get your biggest scar?: From tripping and falling

I’m tagging: @merlination and @kingtoyourwarlock

#Thanks for tagging me!!#I don't know who'd want to know all this about me hahah #but I love doing these ❤#about me

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darthstitch · 5 years

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Headcanons a.k.a. The Magic Frying Pan of Grace

YES, YES, YES to your headcanons @tygermama and also:

1. Basically, the confrontation between the Idiot Twins pretty much recreated nearly every painting of St. Michael vs. the Devil ever made, the difference being that the grief and pain on Michael's face was pretty clear and the words: "I'M NOT GOING TO DRAG YOUR STUBBORN ARSE BACK TO HELL YOU BLOODY IDIOT! I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF YOU'RE HAPPY HERE ON EARTH!"

And then, more calmly, in his typical deadpan tones: "Also, I have a spy mission to complete for my human family, very hush hush, very important, not everything revolves around you, all right?"

So of course, Lucifer being Lucifer, his first reaction was: "Spy mission? You're bloody James Bond?!"

"On occasion. Sometimes, I'm just a tailor with rather unusual skills."

Wings were also involved in this scene, wherein four people witnessed the only real difference between the twins. Michael's wings were the color of a night sky speckled with stars; his twin's, of course, were the luminescent silver-white that were part of the reason he'd been named Lightbringer.

2. There were exactly four witnesses to this scene: Chloe, who already knew what her partner was, after the whole debacle with Marcus Pierce/Cain; Eggsy, Harry Hart and Merlin - the latter two having seen everything from the video feed transmitted by the Kingsman-issue glasses.

Eggsy's reaction was: "Somehow, I'm not surprised m'favorite knight's an actual Archangel. Also explains your thing with cats and why you never seem to get your suits wrinkled, no matter what, bruv."

Harry's comment: "That explains the armor and the sword when I first met you. Carry on, then."

Of course, Merlin promptly had kittens and had to fortify himself with copious amounts of tea. Eventually Code Archangel was going to be just as dreaded as Code Excalibur.

3. It comes as no surprise that Michael is generally more low key and less flamboyant than His Formerly Infernal Featherbrained Nibs. He's had twenty years spent among humans, trained as a spy and he'd spent most of those years with amnesia, believing he was just another ordinary man with the bad luck not to remember his past prior to joining Kingsman. He's used to wearing glasses, having figured out early on that there's something about his direct gaze that can unnerve most people with the only exceptions being Roxy, Eggsy and Harry Hart. He also has the amazing ability to keep his Kingsman suits impeccable, something that drove everyone, especially Eggsy, quite bonkers, until they all figured out the "angel" thing.

4. Also, the following exchange happened:

"Bloody hell, Michael, you don't have to wear a tie all the time. Take it off, live a little, show a little bit of skin, yeah?"

It is a credit to how quickly the twins made up their differences with each other that everyone at LUX was promptly surprised to see two Lucifers mingling and charming everyone in sight, at least until Lucifer finally formally introduced his twin as: "This is my brother, Michael."

Dan's facepalm was epic: "Oh God, why are there two of you? WHY?"

Before Lucifer could answer, Michael beat him with: "The answer is 42."

"What?"

"42, Detective Espinosa. The answer to life, the universe and everything. Including why Sam -- er.... Lucifer and I are twins."

5. "Yes, Michael. I won't mind it if you call me... Sam. Again. Just keep it as 'Sam' all right?"

Actual hugs were involved in this exchange. And maybe a little bit of grace was involved in this reconciliation. As well as tears and whispered apologies and later on, feather preening, when they were both a little more composed.

"Sam, for the love of Dad, how did you let your primaries get in this condition?!"

6. Lucifer had hoped that Michael would absolutely not notice the "thing" between him and Detective Chloe Decker. Of course, he was dead wrong about that.

"Sam, we'd have an ACTUAL CONTINENTAL SHIFT before you'd finally get off that feathered arse of yours about your darling detective. Please, for the love of Dad, DO SOMETHING."

"IT'S BLOODY COMPLICATED! AND I REFUSE TO DO ANYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF DAD, I'M DONE WITH THAT NONSENSE -- "

"NO, it bloody well isn't. How many times do I have to hit you with the Magic Frying Pan of Grace before you finally get it?"

"The magic frying pan of what now?"

7. Michael, of course, does tend to dress himself like: "Lucifer cosplaying as Clark Kent" unless he can thankfully be out of "uniform," so to speak and relax in a comfortable black Henley, jeans and boots. It's also easier on everyone's nerves because that's how everyone else can tell the twins apart.

But they're not twins for nothing and occasionally, they will appear together in identical clothing. Michael has absolutely no problem adopting "Sam's" mannerisms when needs must. At this point, the only two people on earth who can tell them apart without fail are Chloe Decker and her daughter Trixie.

(Mazikeen is not of Earth and she can tell the twins apart, so she's an exception to this rule. Also Maze will laugh in your face if you ask her for help wrangling the Twins in Full On Mischief Mode.)

Yes, Michael has absolutely tried flirting with Chloe, knowing just how his twin does it and Chloe knows it's him every time. To be absolutely fair, he's only really tried this twice but he does find it heartwarming that Chloe immediately shuts him down with: "MICHAEL PERCIVALE I KNOW IT'S YOU." But she's laughing, as opposed to her normal reaction when Lucifer tries his flirt on.

8. Michael doesn't really try this again because he's seen his brother's heartbroken, puppy-dog expression each time, as if he's expecting that Chloe really can't tell them apart. It's also the reason why Michael figures out that Lucifer is now nursing the harebrained idea that maybe, just maybe, Chloe would be far better off falling in love with his "good twin."

Right. Michael also immediately determines that he will use the Magic Frying Pan of Grace to knock that cockamamie idea out of his idiot brother's head ASAP. It took a few good hard knocks and he eventually ropes Dr. Linda Martin to help him out with this, because one must aim carefully and swing hard, but they do succeed.

(Michael is a spy, so of course he eventually does find out about the good Dr. Linda. He carefully doesn't tell her that she is, in fact, an actual saint.)

9. Trixie Decker Espinosa will look at you with a ten year old's patented "Adults are so stupid, swear down" expression when you ask her how she can immediately tell Michael and Lucifer apart. They're twins, yes, but it's obvious which one is which. Michael is just as huggable and funny as his brother, and also an easy mark for chocolate cake.

Also:

"Michael, why do you call Lucifer 'His Formerly Infernal Featherbrained Nibs?'"

"He's my brother, child - it's a term of endearment. It suits him, doesn't it?"

There were giggles of agreement.

10. There's a night that everyone at Lux knows that they will never, ever forget. The Tribe was present, in full attendance, including little Trixie, who, of course, got child-appropriate drinks and snacks. Kingsman was represented, with Harry Hart, Eggsy Unwin and Roxy Morton, who was, in fact, flirting outrageously with Maze.

A certain mission had been successfully accomplished, a case closed to the satisfaction of the LAPD and Harry Hart was currently in possession of a Certain Sword that everyone had thought was simply something out of legend. So the whole gathering at Lux, with the rest of the L.A. party going scene, was actually a celebration.

The twins were going to sing. Amenadiel totally wasn't getting all teared up about this, because there was absolutely no reason not to cry over the fact that Michael and Samael were going to sing together for the first time in aeons. Really. He absolutely wasn't demolishing the Kleenex supply behind the bar.

The song that the twins chose was just perfect.

"There goes my heart beating

'Cause you are the reason

I'm losing my sleep

Please come back now

There goes my mind racing

And you are the reason

That I'm still breathing

I'm hopeless now

I'd climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

And fix what I've broken..."

Chloe met the eyes of her partner and best friend and saw, clear as sunlight, all the love and the hope and the apologies that he really didn't need to make anymore. It was that moment that she knew they weren't going to be doing this whole ridiculous dance of two-steps-forward-twenty-steps-back anymore.

For everyone else, there was something achingly beautiful about that performance, something that prompted hands reaching out for each other, hugs, kisses for the lovers in the audience, smiles, a gentle swaying to the melody. It was, in fact, a careful, gentle feeling of grace that settled on everyone there.

Michael helpfully continued playing the piano when everyone later ended up on the floor dancing. Of course, he was perfectly happy to encourage any excuse for his brother to have his Chloe in his arms. Also, to encourage every opportunity for his twin to steal kisses from his favorite detective. Said detective actually didn't mind the kisses and did, in fact, manage to steal some of her own, leaving His Formerly Infernal Featherbrained Nibs with this priceless dazed and delighted expression on his face.

- end -

NOTES:

Ladies and gentlebeings, Michael Archangel - The Mighty Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Grace.

*gigglefits*

Also, I now have a Spotify playlist titled: "His Formerly Infernal Featherbrained Nibs." That is how bad this ridiculousness has gotten. It also looks good next to my Kingsman-inspired playlist. AHAHAHA.

#michael #lucifer morningstar #deckerstar #kingsman #the magic frying pan of grace #percival #i crack what i want #chloe decker #headcanon

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taesthetes · 7 years

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usha [ jin ]

verb : to enjoy looking at the opposite other ; appreciate their beauty by staring.

knock knock. who’s there? two idiots who are in love with each other.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader genre: fluff type: hogwarts au word count: 2,380 words warnings: none author’s note: it’s been over two months since i had last written anything, and last night, i was reminded again of how intrinsically rewarding and absolutely wonderful writing is after talking to @jheartseok, so thank you again, ave ♡ this is based on bits of my own dreams and how i see #seokfie aka @syubits and jin in a hogwarts au ily elfie even though i know you love jimin most but you refuse to admit it still

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As one of the Hufflepuff prefects, you are making your rounds around the basement floor in the hallway opposite from your house’s entrance. You had passed the barrel fifteen minutes ago, now strolling down the kitchens corridor. It is quiet, which is the usual noise level down here. Hufflepuff students tend to stick to curfew hours more so than other houses, so you rarely find them sneaking out. Any clamor made by the house elves in the kitchens is sealed away behind the massive painting of the fruit bowl. You have not seen The Gray Lady floating by, so you assume she is haunting a place elsewhere tonight.

A soft melody stuck in your head, you hum quietly and loosely hold your wand in hand, rhythmically tapping the tip of it against the side of your thigh as you continue your stroll. Suddenly, the edge of a heavy metal painting frame makes its way into your peripheral vision, and you quickly scamper away before you can suffer from a possible concussion, or a future visible bump on the forehead at the very least.

Your eyes are met with the outer corner portion of an ebony cloak first, then the golden lining stitched inside of it, and finally, the rather handsome side profile of the perpetrator is brought into view. Moments later, you can clearly see the man you caught red handed, who is still hastily attempting to shove something beneath his robe—Merlin’s beard, is that a two layer, frosted, decadent chocolate fudge cake with all the works?

“Seokjin, what the heck?”

The resident Hufflepuff heartthrob jumps in surprise with a high pitched yelp, and he whips his head towards you, eyes squinting to make out who was standing there in the dark. He protectively clutches the sugary sweet to his chest, but in a way that will not damage it, of course, and you have to hold back a snort.

“Shh, you didn’t see me!” He gestures wildly in the direction where he assumes you are standing, and then scrambles off towards the Hufflepuff common room. You almost laugh out loud at the complete absurdity of the situation, especially when he nearly runs gobsmacked into a wall but catches himself mere inches from the layer of stone. His eyes apparently have not quite yet adjusted to the darkness, you slyly observe with a slight grin on your face.

However, mid-sprint, Jin halts abruptly, and you tilt your head in confusion as he turns back towards you—or where he assumes you are standing. “Oh my god, please don’t tell _______ I was out after curfew. I can’t get into more trouble.”

The corners of your lips quirk up in amusement. “Don’t worry, there’s no need to tell her because I am _______.”

“Shoot.” He can only stand there, wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights, as you saunter over to him with a smirk.

“And what are you even doing with bottles of whipped cream and chocolate syrup in your pockets?” You give him a feigned suspicious look as you poke the aforementioned items with your wand.

Jin’s face may now rival the color of his favorite champagne pink sweater as he stutters over a poorly constructed excuse, “Okay, I swear to god—this isn’t for some secret fantasy kinky foreplay or whatever—”

You show him the most judgmental expression you can muster, and he shuts up straightaway, shrinking under your gaze. “Once again. Jin, what the heck? I was just going to ask if you’re gonna make ice cream sundaes.” You shiver slightly, “Please get your mind out of the gutter.”

“… If I give you half the cake I’m holding, will you forget this conversation ever happened?”

“Are you really trying to bribe a prefect?”

“What about half the cake and an ice cream sundae?”

“… Okay, fine, deal. And, Jin?”

“Yes, my wonderful and favorite prefect?”

“Twenty points from Hufflepuff for staying out after curfew.”

“But _______!”

“Hey, you’re lucky I didn’t give you detention.”

“Bu—”

“Would you like to try and push your luck?”

“… No.”

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You sit at the small wooden table hidden away in the History of the Trolls section: an area that no one ever goes to as evidence of the pile of dust gathering on the bookshelves and tottering book towers. A few months ago, you had traced “CLEAN ME” on one of the shelves’ surfaces, and the message is still present.

Various scrolls and books lay open in front of you as you attempt to find enough research to write a paper on the development of the medical use of shrivelfigs. This is such a frustrating topic since there is nearly no research available on shrivelfig treatment advancements. You are almost positive that your herbology professor was still hungover from a rough night of firewhisky that morning when he assigned it.

Rubbing your temples, you scan over the book in front of you before jotting down some quick notes. You only have another three feet of parchment to fill in, compared to the original nine. You can do this.

“_______! Look what I found!” Jin runs over to you and plops down in the seat next to you, chair legs making a screeching noise as it scraps across the tile floor, and you wince. The librarian strolling past your vicinity does not even bat an eyelash towards the ruckus Jin just made, simply sending a small, adoring smile towards him. The amount of charm Jin effortlessly holds over even the staff is unbelievable (and no, he does not use any banned love potions from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes).

He grins widely at you, and you tiredly return the expression, which he then returns tenfold before exclaiming, “Yoongi was wrong! There are more joke books from the Muggle section! Although I’m not sure why I found them hidden behind some books in the restricted section… But anyway, listen to this!”

You suppose you can take a quick break. Pushing away your paper, you stifle a laugh as you turn towards Jin to give him your fullest attention. You can already feel the onslaught of dad jokes coming. In your mind, you can already picture a certain Slytherin making his signature unamused face when he will be forced to listen to Jin’s new jokes. You are pretty sure he is going to try to burn those books next since hiding them only worked for a few weeks.

“Okay, so,” He clears his throat for emphasis. “What color are hamburgers?”

“Hm, I don’t know, Jin, what’s the answer?”

“Burger-dy! Burgundy, get it?” Jin is in absolute hysterics over the joke, guffawing and shaking in his chair, and you can’t help, but also laugh. He smiles at you, his gaze on you is soft, and you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks before you look away from the beautiful boy sitting next to you, shoulders brushing against yours.

“Okay, okay, here’s another one.” He calms himself down. “What is it called when a cow sings?”

You prop your head on your hand, elbow resting on the edge of the table, as you gaze at him for a quick second. But just a millisecond is enough to knock your breath out of your lungs. He looks so effortlessly stunning, bright eyes wide with excitement, plump lips pulled into one of those smiles that tugs at your heartstrings in the pleasantest of ways.

Wriggling around in his chair with giddiness, Jin is already chuckling to himself before he even says the answer, but ever the gentlemen, he waits for you to respond first.

Tapping your finger against your cheek, you at last let out a feigned sigh of defeat. “Ah, I don’t know. Tell me.”

“Moo-sic! And wait, the next one is even better! Did you hear about the witch who won the lottery? She went completely knuts!” Jin laughs loudly at his own joke, slapping the table, and he almost keels over. His laughter is contagious, and you chuckle along with him. That one was pretty funny, you have to admit.

“And this one is my favorite! How does the seeker get rid of a rash?”

“I—I honestly have no idea.”

“With quit-itch!”

You burst into a fit of giggles, and Jin beams proudly, perfect set of teeth on display and eyes crinkling in the corners. He is absolutely delighted with your reaction, grinning happily at you: the absolutely gorgeous girl sitting next to him, the only one to ever appreciate his jokes despite you sometimes calling him a dork, but that is just out of affection. Probably. Most likely. He hopes so.

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You are a simple girl. You do not ask for a gourmet five-star buffet or specially made takoyaki (although you would not say no to either of those things). You have more than enough food because one of the perks of being a Hufflepuff is being twenty steps away from food heaven, also known as the kitchens where the house elves are absolute angels every time you visit. But sometimes, a girl just wants her chocolate. And you just really want to eat some of the fudge you got from Honeydukes last weekend. But you can’t. Because of a certain person. Standing on the tip of your toes, you stretch upwards, your fingertips barely reaching the seventh shelf. Jumping up and down, you only manage to knock down a couple dusty books, which leads to a hacking fit.

Frowning, you dust yourself off and settle down in a chair, waiting for one particular Hufflepuff to show up with an explanation. When he does arrive, you fix him with a steely glare.

“Jin.”

“_______.”

“Why did you move my snacks to a spot behind the books on the top shelf?”

“No, I didn’t.” Jin looks away from you, guilt already written all over his face.

“Oh, really?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Then why can I see a corner of the Cauldron Cake packaging from here? And who else, besides you, knows that I hide snacks in the bookshelves of Trolls section?”

Jin takes a small step towards where you are sitting before hastily sliding into the seat across from you. “Well, you see—”

You place your hand on your hips and tilt your head at him, and he stops talking. Biting his bottom lip, he already knows that by the stance you are taking, the way your glare intensifies, you know what he did. But he also can’t help himself from secretly admiring your tiny figure, looking up at him angrily. God, you look so cute when you are mad. It is like seeing a tiny pygmy puff get angry. Too adorable.

“You ate all the fudge, didn’t you?”

“I did not!” Jin denies.

“You do realize I can just use an accio charm to get my snacks, right? And then I’ll see if my fudge is still there or if someone ate it all.”

Well, shoot. Jin quickly backtracks, tugging at his gold and ebony striped tie and making himself look even more attractive with the loosened silk around his neck, unbuttoned ivory shirt, and tousled hair, which is just so unnecessary of him to do, you huff silently, but anyway, that is not the point you are currently trying to make— “Okay, so maybe I did.”

“I knew it! Jin, I was really looking forward to eating that today!”

"I’m sorry! I’ll buy you more next weekend!“

You let out a sigh and then decide to rest your head face down in disappointment, mourning over the loss of your chocolate. Quietly gauging your reaction for a minute, Jin scoots over next to you before poking your arm. “Would a joke make you feel better?”

Your answer comes out muffled. “No.”

“Well, too bad because I’m going to say it anyway. How does a cow laugh?”

You roll your head to the side to look at Jin, your face expressionless as you reply flatly, “Moo-ha ha ha.”

Immediately, Jin’s gleeful look crumples into a disgruntled one, and you almost laugh at the sudden facial change, a smile dancing on your lips. As you sit upright, Jin whines, “You were supposed to let me finish the joke! You always let me finish the joke!"

You shake your head slightly at him, giggling, and he can’t help but stop pouting and just admire the way you look. Your eyes, framed by long dark lashes, form the prettiest crescents and sparkle in a delightfully pleasing way as you look at him adoringly, small tendrils of your hair framing your face and pink lips shaped into the loveliest smile that he has had the chance of seeing in all the years of his life.

"Oh gosh, I can’t believe I’ve been dating an overgrown child for the past three years,” you poke his arm good naturedly, and he grins at you, wiggling his shoulders around playfully.

“Yep, you’re stuck with me.”

“Why am I even dating you again?” you sigh as the chuckles between the two of you subside, and you gently flick his nose. His nose scrunches up adorably, almost like a bunny, and you smile at the endearing sight.

“Because of my good looks. You should consider yourself lucky to be dating the most handsome man here.” He puffs his chest out proudly as he gives you a wink and an exaggerated flying hand kiss. In return, you give him a deadpanned look, and Jin swiftly retracts his answer.

“Actually, it’s because you’re so smart and wonderful and kind and beautiful, and together, we make the best looking couple here at Hogwarts, and I am the lucky one to be dating you.”

You let out a laugh, and your teeth peek out as you smile at your boyfriend. “Nice save there.”

“And because you love me.” He looks at you hesitantly with that answer, reaching out to slide his fingers between the spaces of yours.

“And because I love you,” you agree, squeezing his hand gently, and he beams so brightly. Admiring you with the softest look on his face, Jin tenderly wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer and pressing a delicate kiss to your temple before breathing out quietly:

“And because I love you most.”

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