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It only took the world finding out that the singer of the moment was his girlfriend for everyone to finally agree with what he had been saying for decades. Compared to her, he wasn’t (nor would he ever be) famous. Not even as he made his way with his brothers to the VIP seats she had given him, from where he could see the stage just a few feet away, while fans screamed her name as he quietly took his seat.

Anyone who knew him, like Luke and Jack, or even the Canucks fans would say it was the calmest they had ever seen him. Sitting there, with good music about to play, and a drink in his hand that was already half gone.

Quinn was right where he wanted to be.

And he owed that to one person, his girlfriend.

The singer who appeared on one of the platforms, making thousands of people scream like she was the biggest star of the universe. Maybe she was, if you asked him. But those screams didn’t just reinforce the idea that he wasn’t the famous one, she was. They also made him think of all the love his girlfriend had earned across the country while doing what she loved most in the world. The thought made him smile in a way he rarely did, taking another sip of his drink before his eyes landed on what she was wearing.

“Breathe, brother.”

Jack teased him when he heard him choke on his drink, patting his back to spare him some embarrassment even though he knew the video of him nearly dying over his girlfriend’s outfit would be all over the internet in less than an hour.

Something that, for the first time, didn’t bother him. He just kept his eyes on her and her outfit. At first glance, it looked simple, what she wore to open all her concerts. The short glittery skirt, the knee-high boots that made her look taller than she was, and a ton of sparkling accessories hanging from her hair.

Everything was fine…

Until his eyes landed on the blue and green jersey, standing out from the usual shades of pink. It wasn’t tailored to her size, nor did it hug her waist like most of her shirts. In fact, it was big on her, hanging a bit past her hips, making it painfully obvious.

She was wearing his jersey.

Number 43, with his last name on the back.

And that simple action almost killed him.

“Am I imagining this?” Poor Quinn was lost.

“Nope,” Jack chuckled under his breath. “But I wasn’t planning on finding out how often you imagine her like that.”

Quinn swatted at his brother, hearing Luke laughing from behind, probably recording his mortified reaction to later share with his girlfriend’s fans. Because yes, the youngest of the three was a hardcore fan of her music.

Which meant that the first time Quinn told him he was talking to her, not only did Luke not believe him, but he also laughed right at his face, telling him he was delusional for even thinking he had a chance with the Pop Princess.

Quinn still holds a grudge about that.

“I’m gonna have so much fun selling this online,”

Luke muttered, knowing it would get him a guaranteed spot as president of his sister-in-law’s fan club. One he had been following even before Quinn knew she was famous. And yeah… Quinn still resents that too.

But he didn’t say anything this time, just accepted Jack’s help to finish the sip of his drink, setting the glass down and watching his girlfriend open the show like she wasn’t wearing his jersey.

He was sure she did it on purpose.

That it wasn’t a simple coincidence. That in fact, she just used the excuse of being in Canada to wear something meaningful from the place. And there was nothing more meaningful than the jersey of the Canucks’ captain, someone everyone knew there.

Before, for being the team’s best defenseman.

Now, for being the pop princess' boyfriend.

<3

Masterlist!

“Here! Here!”

The voices of a few fans distracted him, pulling his eyes away from his teammate so he could glance to the side. He gave a quick wave, signaling he might come over in a few minutes to sign whatever they had, before turning back to his conversation with Joshua.

Poor innocent soul thought they were there for him.

In reality, the group of girls waiting not far from where he’d parked his car were calling out for his girlfriend. His pretty girlfriend, who let go of his hand to walk over to them when they called her name. Laughing because she knew the interaction would give her a fun memory she’d never forget.

At first, he didn’t pay it much attention, thinking she’d just do her usual routine and trade bracelets with them. Like last time, when she got one with his name on it after trading it for one of hers. But this time, something felt different. Whatever they were giving her made him feel like something else was going on. And the way she laughed made it clear enough that he should probably go check it out... just in case.

That was the only reason he said goodbye to a very entertained Joshua (who obviously knew what she was like) and started walking in her direction. Toward the group of girls standing in a little circle, laughing freely as they looked at a piece of paper in his girlfriend’s hands.

It only took him a second to realize what it was. A photo of him. One of those photos people used on the internet as a meme, where he looks lost in thoughts and his face said, “I definitely don’t want to be here.” Dead inside, she called those every time she saw one.

Was she right? Maybe a little.

Would he ever admit that out loud? Absolutely not.

“I don’t even know if I want to ask what you’re doing.”

The funniest part was that no one really reacted to him. They just casually blocked his girlfriend from him as she seemed to be slipping the picture into the back of her clear phone case. Or at least she tried to because the moment he saw it, he stepped forward, grabbed her by the waist, and gently pulled her away from the group.

He heard a surprised little squeal escape her lips before she burst out laughing again. As always, she fought him for what she wanted, not caring if she had to dodge his tickling hands along her sides to get her way.

“You are not using that as a photocard!” Quinn protested, amused because he actually knew what a photocard was after all this time. “At this point I think I’d rather you use one of your Korean boys.”

Did that stop her? No.

But she was totally going to use it as blackmail later. For now, she got her way, putting Quinn's photo between her phone and the case, showing off the exact moment he’d zoned out during an interview, missing half the questions because he clearly didn’t want to be there. A photo that would probably haunt him forever now that even his girlfriend carried it around.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Forget it, Quinny,” she teased, holding it up. “I always win anyway.”

Quinn knew it was true. He knew it. His family knew it. Even his fans knew it, laughing as they watched his defeated expression over something they’d started.

Because it had been them who encouraged her to use it in her phone, giving her the photo like they already knew she’d be the first one to actually do it.

It had been them who filmed the whole interaction, realizing how happy their favorite player looked when he was laughing with his girlfriend like nothing else in the world mattered.

It had been them who decided to start a fan club for the Canucks' captain’s girlfriend, just because she seemed like the kindest person in the world.

“I’m stealing your girls, Quinn.”

“Oh, shut up.” He replied playfully.

But he knew very well his only girl was her.

<3

Masterlist!

“She’s been following me all week because she thinks it was me.”

“I have nothing to do with it, my love.”

You looked at him with your arms crossed, standing in front of him. The situation had actually amused you, until your neighbor started blaming you and your younger brother, who in some way were sometimes responsible for these kinds of things. No wonder he liked Jess so much. Jess, who was staring at you from his spot on the couch, manspreading, with a smile on his lips that clearly showed he was guilty. But he’d never admit it, just continuing with his plan to piss you off because to him, you looked cute that way. And in a way, his plan to distract you worked, because your eyes kept drifting to his posture more than once, scolding yourself for being so weak around him.

“I didn’t even know how she can talk so much.” You continued your rant without looking at him, pacing back and forth. “First, she thought it was magic, that someone used it to cast God knows what spell. Then she thought it suddenly came to life and left the front yard because he couldn’t stand her anymore. I don’t blame him if that were the case. And then she thought it was me, and in the end… Jess Mariano, where the hell is the damn gnome!?”

Jess couldn’t help but laugh at the way you managed to say fifty words in one second without breathing. You had told him all the neighbor’s wild theories, as well as your own thoughts, and in the end, you just came to the conclusion that it was him. Obviously it was him, and now he was enjoying it because seeing you like this was almost pleasurable for him and his adoration for you.

The same adoration that led him to stretch his arm while talking, grabbing your wrist to pull you onto him. Onto his lap, more specifically. On one of his legs, slightly sideways so he could see your face, which he held by the chin with just one hand, almost forcing you to keep your eyes on him. And it was too late before you realized it had worked perfectly, instantly.

That was the effect he had on you.

“Breathe, angel,” the boy said with a mischievous smile.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

“You know me well.” He smirked, leaning toward you. “Let's make a deal. If I tell you where it is... what do I get?”

“That my neighbor won’t kill your adorable girlfriend?”

“And what else?”

“What else do you want!?” you pretended to be offended, feeling your boyfriend’s free hand gently squeeze your waist. “Okay, fine. If you tell me where you hid it, I’ll let you kiss me the entire time we’re here together.”

“I don’t need anything else.” He didn’t even hesitate. “I buried it in the backyard of her house.”

“Jess!”

You were disappointed.

But not surprised.

“What!?” he defended himself, laughing. “That gnome looks diabolical!”

“Pierpont is not diabolical!”

Pierpont looked, in fact, diabolical.

Simple things like giving kisses around your face, randomly pecking the skin just because he likes to hear you giggle, not missing a single spot. Kissing your lips when you pass next to him, stopping you just so he can do it properly, not caring if you left your friends talking by themselves. Or, the one you liked the most, hugging you from behind before kissing your neck in the most innapropiate way infront of his own friends.

“Mattheo, you did not”

“I think I just did”

He’s proud of giving you a hickey from eveyone to see.

Tom Riddle.

Quality time.

Tom isn’t a man of much words. He is simple, calm, and doesn’t like to show his personal life to anyone. So, it’s normal to think he would go for something more chill compare to his brother. You had to admit too, that he surprise you considering you though he wasn’t that type of person.

You were wrong.

He is. He wasn’t his father, he could feel the same way his brother did. Which means that, even if he doesn’t show it that openly, he still likes to have you near him in everyway possible. That includes most of the time, having you sitting on his lap while he studies. You didn’t have to do anything, just sit there, look pretty, and if you wanted to, massage his neck while he reads over his notes at his desk.

He might not look like it, but he always have time for you. He always makes time for you. It doesn’t matter if he is reading, if he is studying, if he is talking to someone. He will not hesitate in opening his arm to let you in them, continuing with what he was doing like nothing happened, becuase he knows you want that too.

He was content with that, you were happy with it.

You both didn’t need anything else.

“Tom…”

“Yes darling, you can sit on my lap while I study”

Theodore Nott.

Physical touch.

I think Theo is also a fan of physical touch, but with more simple things like kissing you slowly, holding your hand, or just hugging you by the waist when he has you right next to him. He is a bit more private, adoring when you lay down with him on bed. When he can cuddle you, hiding in your chest with a sigh of content after a long day, hugging your stomach properly while feeling your hands running through his hair gently.

He loves that.

Just as much as he loves giving you back rubs. His hand on the skin of your back, softly going up and down with no other intentions. Massaging the zone from time to time, doing it without thinking, just naturally putting his hand on you and not letting you go for a long time. Your back is one of his favourite places to touch, kiss, and sometimes even lay down on it.

“You really know how to move your fingers” you whisper against his chest before hearing him chuckle “For massages, you perv!”

Regulus Black.

Acts of service.

Your boyfriend enjoys the simple things in life. He didn’t need to be doing extravagant things all the time, nor did he need to show everyone what he was doing. That means he shows just how much he loves you by little acts like helping you with your homework or sort out your books back in you shelves when he notices you left them all scaterred around the room.

You found him a couple of times reading said book too, mostly while cooking dinner, another gesture he always does for you. He didn’t hear you enter, to into the words to notice, allowing you to admire him from the entrance of the kitchen, noticing all those little things you love about him. How he was reading your favourite book, how he was cooking the meal you told him you were craving a couple of days ago, and even the drink you run out yesterday now was resting on the table, indicating he went out of his way to get one for you.

“I can’t believe you went downtown to get this”

“Anything for my favourite lady”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Words of affirmation.

Lorenzo has you on cloud nine everytime he opens his mouth. He was a reather sweet guy when it comes to you, so it’s no surprise that he always has a compliment to throw your way. He likes saying how good you look that day, how much a color stand your eyes out, or silly compliments here and then.

But especially, he likes telling you how much he loves you everyday of his life. If you don’t hear that at least once, you will know you lost Enzo forever. He appreciates you, likes you, loves you, and adores you all at the same time. And he always let that know to his whole world. You.

“I love you” He almost screams at you from the other side of the hallway “I’m not leaving until you say it back!”

Blaise Zabini.

Gift giving.

He was never into gifting things to others. He felt like it wasn’t necessary to show you care in such an extravagant way. But something in him changed when he saw your whole face light up when he gave you some flowers for Valentines day. And he understood why you loved them so much because you admited to him that it was the first time you ever recieved something like that.

He was a little shocked to be honest. He didn’t understand how no one ever gifted you some flowers, at least for your birthday. So, when he realice you loved them so much, he made it his misión to give you one bouquete every week. Roses, margaritas, lillies, anything you like, you’ll have.

“A rose for another rose”

“You are so cheesy Zabini”

Theodore spoke before you could even think about it.

Draco Malfoy.

Gift Giving.

Like Blaise, he also loves giving you things. But he does do it in a more extravagant way than his friend. He doesn’t just give you flowers, he also goes out of his way to buy you the most expensive jewerly you have ever seen. Sometimes you even feel bad for accepting such an expensive gift, but he doesn’t really take a no for an answer in those things.

His mother always told him he should treat his girlfriend –wife someday- as if she was a queen. As if she was the only woman in the whole world. And he took that to heart, because out of all the things he does for you, he loves giving you gifts for no reason at all. Just because he likes to see you smile when you recieve the.

“Draco, this is too much” too expensive.

Mattheo Riddle

Putt he cigarrette down when you are near him.

Even if you yourself smoke or not, he tends to move the cig away from you. It’s like he has that as a muscle memory, keeping it away from you even if you told him hundreds of time that you didn’t mind it. But he just never listen, smiling when you tell him it’s okay, before putting it down even after lighting it up just a second ago.

He just doesn’t like the idea of the smoke getting near you, always blowing it out as far away from you as he can. It’s a habit he picked up right when he started dating you, and you though he might end up quitting it just for that. He will most likely throw it away and step on it before you can reach him, making sure not even the smell stays on him. And for that, you kinda like him even more than before. It’s something that your mind likes so much, making you think he looks extra hot when he does it.

“You didn’t have to put it down, Matty”

“But I wanted to”

And that’s all you need to hear to know.

Tom Riddle.

Opening doors for you.

Tom tends to open every single door for you. The great hall, your own room, the classroom, the car, or any entrance you could think of. He opens them for you, moving a little to the side to let you in first, before entering himself and closing it behind his body.

He doesn’t care if there is people behind him trying to enter, they can do it themselves. To him, the only one with that privilege it’s you. Like many things, actually, you are the only one who gets to see and experiment his good side.

And you love it.

“Tom for fuck sake!”

Mattheo after Tom closed the door on his face.

Theodore Nott

When he manspread.

You find it so attractive for some reason you still can’t understand very well. It’s not even something intentional most of the times. He is just there, sitting while talking to his friends like normally, minding his own bussiness. But his legs are open, his hands are resting on his thighs and his watch is shinning on his wrist. And your eyes can’t seem to look away from him.

He probably knows you like it tho. It was easy to tell because sometimes he pats his thighs while being in that possition, indicanting you could come and sit on his lap if that’s what you wish for. Sometimes, he even let you sit in between his legs, on the floor while he stays on the sofa, your head against his thigh and his hand running his fingers through your hair while talking to someone else.

It was like your little thing that you love.

“Isn’t more fun to sit on my lap than just stare at me, tesoro?”

Regulus Black

When he reads for you.

You found out a long time ago that you like Regulus voice a lot. And when you say a lot, it menas a lot. Maybe because it has something that relaxs every single part of you everytime you hear it. Or maybe, it’s because he doesn’t really talk much in a normal day, making you miss his voice from time to time.

That’s why you enjoy so much when he speaks than much, reading outloud to you while you lay down on his lap. Your cheek against his thigh, his free hand massaging your stomach like he knows you like it, and a little smile in both of your lips. You could be hours there, listening to him and only him, looking his way like nothing else matter to you than him.

“You sure you are not bored?”

“Of hearing you talk?” you smiled at him “Never”

Never in a million years.

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Running his fingers through yout hair.

Lorenzo was a very cuddly person. He likes to be hugging you most of the time, resting his chin against your shoulder, or just holding your hand just because.But the thing he does the most and that you find extremelly attractive for some reason, it’s when he runs his fingers through your hair. Soft moves, always making sure to not hurt you, sometimes making a little braid or two. Probably when he is too caught up talking to you that he ends up braiding your hair after forgetting his sorroundings.

“Your hair is so soft”

“I know Lorenzo” you smile at his words anyway “You tell me that everytime you touch it”

Blaise Zabini.

Making you laugh.

A lot of people told you at least once in your life that your standars must be pretty low if the thing you like the most about him is how he makes you laugh. But you always strike back, saying that they just don’t get what you are actually refering to.

You love when Blaise lights up your whole mood with just a few jokes here and there. He has that easy way to talk to you about pretty much everything, always making sure to hear your little giggles at least once a day. He also has a lot of gossip, which means you won’t never get bored with him.

“You won’t believe what I just heard!”

“Blaise” you giggle at his excitment “Where you spying on Snape again?”

Draco Malfoy.

Him using rings.

Draco tends to use a lot of jewerly on his hands, sometimes on his neck. There was one or two necklaces falling from his neck, and at least three rings on each hand. The family one with an M on the center, another one with a skull form, and some random ones that he got over the years.

All expensive, all silver, all too pretty on his fingers.

Especially the one you gifted him for Christmas two years ago. A simple black band that means a lot to both of you, and something he always wears no matter what. He looks good with it, and he know you think that considering you are always tracing it everytime his hand is on yours. Actually, he is probably looking for one similar to it so you can have one too.

“I’m surprise you used this one…”

“You gifted it to me” he said softly “Why wouldn’ t I use it?”

“Excuse me…” but her attitude was much friendlier than they expected. “I’m looking for…”

“It can’t be.”

Her sentence was interrupted by another voice, this time a male one, making her forget about the mother and daughter pair and focus on him. She turned her body to face the guy she had been looking for since arriving in this little town twenty minutes ago. The same guy who made her drop the bag hanging from her shoulder, before taking a couple of steps forward and throwing herself into Jess Mariano’s arms.

Neither of them noticed at first, but their actions made the whole place fall into silence. Her daring act of doing something like that, and his, because he ended up returning the embrace without a problem. As if he knew the touch of the girl he pulled against his chest, listening to her laugh with ease.

“What did I miss?”

The Gilmore girls didn’t know how to respond to Luke’s question, simply watching the pair as if they couldn’t believe it. Never, in their whole lives, did they think they’d see Jess Mariano this carefree. Hugging someone he seemed to know really well, smiling as if he truly meant it, and allowing someone to touch him beyond just a shoulder. Or even worse, seeing him gently cupping the girl’s cheeks before kissing her lips as if he didn’t care that they were in the middle of the café.

They would be the talk of Stars Hollow for days.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jess said when they pulled away, still keeping his forehead against hers. “How? When? Why? What?”

“Wanna finish any of your questions, babe?” she said playfully.

“Yeah, well… you surprise me.”

That was the first time they’d ever seen Jess so… flustered.

“I just thought it was time to visit my boyfriend,” she laughed softly, leaning against his chest. “I missed you so much, and I thought, why not?”

“The best decision you ever made.”

Tom Riddle

When you get mad:

To be honest, you didn’t really get mad that much. It was in rare ocassions or something really important because in general you were a chill person that didn’t care much about what others think about you. So it was weird for you to even raise your voice at people.

Except, of course, if they are talking about your boyfriend. Yeah, Tom was a sadistic prick most of the time with those who deserved it. (And with those who don't too) You knew he won’t hesitate to hex someone, specially if they are looking at you for more than two seconds in the wrong way. So, naturally, you were as protective of him as he was of you, normally making people cry with just a few words.

Different to Tom who used his wand, you went straight to the words. And how much he enjoys that. He just think you are the most attractive creature in the whole world –magical and non magical- just for being mean to someone else. Even if they deserved it or no. He just liked hearing your voice, elegantly shutting down someone else.

“That was the most attractive thing my eyes have ever seen… and I see you everday, love”

And he’ve never hesitated to tell you it.

Theodore Nott

When you speak in italian.

Theo was a little surprise when he realice your learnt italian just for him. You were always catching some phrases here and then, and with some books help, you manage to understand more than you will ever imagine. But this time he notice that you weren’t just cassualy learning it, but more like you were really taking your time to translate something else other than his curses.

That’s why he was so surprise when he heard you actually speaking it. The first time he heard you? Oh boy, he was in heaven. Yeah, you have a little accent impossible to avoid, and some words were a bit rusty. But he didn’t mind. He loved it. He even looked at you in silence for a whole moment, making you ask yourself if you said something really bad. Honestly, you woulnd’t be surprise because you’ve been practicing some words with Mattheo and you ended up cursing him withouth him even knowing. But no, your boyfriend’ silence came from the fact that he was shocked. Something he let you know when he smirked like he won the lottery, asking you to say something else in his native language just for him.

You might not be allow to speak english ever again.

“Are you trying to kill me or something, tesoro?” he lean in for a deep kiss “Because it’s working”

It was working better than any curse.

*Tesoro: My treasure”

Regulus Black

When you sleep on his bed.

Regulus knew you have troubles sleeping sometimes, for not saying most of the nights. It was kinda hard for you to close your eyes and relax when there was no one next to you, him to be more specific. There has to be lights on, meaning the plastic stars glued to your ceiling -a gift from him-, so you could rest at night when he wasn’t there.

But even like that sometimes you just couldn’t manage to rest properly. Thats why you sneak around the hallways to get to his dorms, getting under the blankets to lay down next to him, hugging him from behind to feel his presence there with you.

Sometimes, you even go there when he isn’t in the room, covering your body with the blankets and inhaling the perfume on his pillow. One that he didn’t tell you, but it was him who sprayed it with his cologne almost every day for you to be able to feel him there even if he wasn’t physically.

The image he loves the most is when he comes back from quiddicht practice, just to find you hugging said pillow, sleeping like you normally can’t just because you feel him near you with just that smell.

“Reg?”

“I’m here, pretty” he tossed his jumper to the side “Keep sleeping, I’m right here”

He was, indeed, right next to you.

Blaise Zabini.

When you maintain his eye contact.

You weren’t really shy when it came to him. You were confortable around Blaise, enough to do a lot of things you would never do with someone else. And that includes not giving in when he helds eye contact with you.

And he likes that. He likes how you keep looking at him after you caught him staring right at you, offering him a little smile of fake innocence. As if you didn’t just melt him with just that gesture. As if you weren’t aware of what you did to him with just a simple look at your eyes.

“Blaise, are you with us, mate?”

“Not now, Malfoy. I’m having a staring contest”

One he wasn’t planning on loosing.

Draco Malfoy.

When you wear heels.

Draco comes from a family that is used to have elegant parties at least once a month. It’s not something new to anyone, even less for you. But, to tell the truth, it was something you had to get used to when you started dating him. The fancy dishes, the stares, the expensive dresses.

And the heels, of course.

You weren’t used to wear them until he bought you your first pair of heels. He did it because he saw you looking at them at Hogsmade, thinking you would want to have them for the next gala. But in the end, he fooled himself considering he just had to see you, ending up mesmerized by just how good you walk in them. It was like he fall in love all over again the first time he saw you using his gift.

“I think you hae a little drool over there”

But even so, Luke couldn’t even begin to imagine what the hell he was doing. All he knew about the situation at hand was that the kid left his house twenty minutes before four, without fail. Not a minute more, not a minute less, with a black backpack slung over his shoulder and wearing the best clothes he had in his wardrobe.

When he finally figures out the reason, he would feel a little stupid for realizing how obvious it was. But for the moment, all he could do was try to find a solution. And the best plan that came to his mind was to follow Lorelai’s idea as if that was really going to work. He didn’t know what was going through his mind when he agreed to it, but he did. In fact, they both did, pretending to focus on their coffees while they watched Jess walk by at 3:40, like every afternoon. Only this time, as soon as they saw him turn the corner, both of them tossed their coffees to the side before rushing after him.

They were spying on him.

In their defense, they just wanted to know if Jess was up to something weird. Or at least, that’s what they told themselves as they cautiously followed his steps, dressed in dark clothes so no one would recognize them, even hiding in the bushes when Jess seemed to sense that something was off. It was a miracle he hadn’t spotted them. Or maybe he did but he didn’t care too much that they knew in the end. Whatever it was, it allowed Luke and Lorelai to follow his steps perfectly, before watching him enter the city library.

That made even less sense.

Yes, Jess read a lot. Way more than anyone they knew. But going to the library to – apparently – study was a whole different thing. Maybe that’s why they exchanged worried glances, thinking he was really doing something bad, before entering after him. To their surprise, they only startled a couple of people inside, who shot them nasty glares to make them quiet down.

“He’s not here,” the woman glanced around. “He can’t have gone too far.”

As soon as she finished saying that, her eyes landed exactly where they needed to be. On two teenagers sitting on the couches farthest from the entrance, completely in their own worlds. One of them they recognized as Jess, with one arm behind the back of the girl sitting next to him, leaning toward her as he said something that made her laugh. And the girl, they recognized her as the daughter of the owners of the supermarket, the only adults who actually liked the guy.

Now they understood why.

Because there was no way to deny that these two teenagers clearly had something going on between them. Something they fully confirmed when Jess, noticing how close he was, gently pushed a lock of the girl’s hair off her face, with a tenderness they had never seen from him. He moved it away, caressed her cheek delicately, and finally leaned in just to kiss her. His lips, her cheek again, and anywhere else he found, revealing something neither of them had ever seen before.

That’s when they understood.

Jess wasn’t sneaking off for anything bad, but for the exact opposite. To go see his girlfriend, the calmest girl in town, the one who always greeted them with warmth. As if she knew they were the only family her boyfriend had. And that realization instantly made them feel guilty, because everything they had imagined about the guy was completely different. Something they actually hoped would last forever, because for the first time;

You say it as the perfect oportunity, sneaking around to get closer to him as subtley as possible, before jumping on him to kiss his cheek the same way he did yesterday, when you weren’t paying attention to anything. It was simple, fast, and now you had to run for your life before he got the chance to process what you just did.

“What…?”

You manage to hear his voice, asking himself what just happened. But you didn’t stay to listen to it, trying to run away from him as far as possible, with no luck at all. Because it took him a second to come back to life, moving behind you to wrap both arms around your waist, raising you from the ground a bit, manteining you captive in between his embrace.

“Nooo”

You didn’t even have time to enjoy your victory, not even laugh about it, because he already got you in his arms, ready to not let you go again. Although, the good thing about it is that you heard him chuckle near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that told him everything he needed to know. It made you relaxed even, letting your weight go on him while he turned you around to face you. To kiss you properly.

“You didn’t think you could get away just like that, did you?”

Tom Riddle

Surprising Tom was extremely difficult, for not saying impossible. You knew that, he knew that, his brother knew that, pretty much every student there knew that. That’s why you didn’t exactly try to take him by surprise. Instead, you use the privilege that came with being his girlfriend, sitting next to him in one of the sofas the common room had.

He didn’t look up from his book, nor did he say anything about how close you were with him. He knew that most of the time you were around him like that, relaxing next to him without having to actually start a conversation. He liked that, you liked that, everything was perfect. So, he didn’t mind the silence, inhaling your scent, that he knew by memory by that point.

That was his first mistake.

Becuase he relaxed. He relaxed himself enough to allow you to lean on him like you normally did, before striking at him with a kiss to his cheek. Again, fast and simple, but this time you make it mean a lot, becuase it was the first time he realiced just how much he could let his walls down when he was with you.

You didn’t hear those thoughts tho, standing up from the sofs as fast as you could, running to your room. Your giggles could be hear from where he was looking your direction like he couldn’t believe you manage to make that. Like he couldn’t believe he was smiling lightly to himself, the book in his hand forgotten long ago, and a sudden realization in his mind that won’t go away anytime soon.

You did get away with it this time.

But you won’t next time.

Theodore Nott

Theo was a pretty chill guy.

He’ve been your friend for as long as you can remember, even if everyday that passed, you convinced yourself just how badly you wanted him to be more than that. Yeah, you liked the friends phase because he was the sweetest boy ever, always so patient with you. But it’s been like this for a couple of weeks, where the only thing you can think about it’s him and how much you wanted him to kiss you.

That’s why you decided to do something about. Taking the opportunity when you saw him sitting at the great hall, playing with his foor without listening to what his friends were rambling about. You thought he was too caught up on his own world, making it the perfect moment to sneak around and stand right behind his body. He even got startled when you put your hands on both of his shoulders, before leaning in to kiss the expose skin of his neck like it was a normal thing for you two.

You even smirk when you felt him shivered under your tocuh, finally letting him go to run away from him, giggling while you take a sit next to your friends at least five places away from him. Next to Pansy, to be more especific, who was waiting for you with a knowing look.

“Nott, you are blushing”

“Shush it, Malfoy”

Regulus Black

Regulus was a the silent guy you loved admiring everytime he was around you. He was tall, handsome, charming, and his eyes were one of your favorites things in the world. Unfortunaly for you, he was from your same house and same year, but he barely interacted with people. He was silent, calm, and didn’t really like people around him, so it was difficult to approach him for something else than asking for a book.

And normally, you were happy with just looking at him from affar, just admiring his beauty like you thought you never did with anyone else. It was okay, until it was not. Until you decided you wanted to be brave and do something about those huge feelings creeping inside you like a monster. That’s why the moment you spot him sitting in one of the library’ table, you decided to stop fearing what could happen.

You sat next to him, tapping his shoulders when he didn’t realice there was someone else next to him. It was the gente touch that made Regulus come back to earth from his book, looking your way before being surprise by your lips crashing against his. It wasn’t even his cheek, this time, you wen’t straight to his lips, taking away his first kiss in the most unique way. In an even more special way when he realiced that the one kissing him was you, his ultime crush.

“That was…” He whispered.

“The best kiss I’ve ever had”

And you didn’t hesitate to answer with a smile.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You loved spending time with Lorenzo, even if it was just chilling around in his room, talking to each other while laying in bed. That was exactly what you two were doing right now, with you resting against his pillow while listening to his rambling about a Ravenclaw boy that helped him make a potion in Snape’s class today.

You were interested in what he was saying, you swore. But you couldn’t help and look at his face with more attention than you normally did. He looked so cute like that, that you ended up kissing him out of the blue, stopping his story so he could kiss you back properly.

He didn’t even question you, actually. Neither did he attemp to stop it. He just continue the gesture like it was a normal thing, cupping your face gently to make the kiss more prominent, sharing it until you both couldn’t breath anymore. And, to your surprise, right when you broke appart, he jsut continue with his story like nothing happened.

He was something else.

“I didn’t know Ravenclaw’s liked me that much”

“You really are something else, Enzo”

But you liked it that way.

Blaise Zabini

You and Blaise were pretty confident with your levels of pda. None of you care what others might think when they see you making out in the middle of the hallways. Nor when you walk around the castle holding hands, kissing like it was a sport.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hesitate to stop him in one of the hallways near the Great Hall, taking his hand in yours to turn him around and face you. And when you had him centimetres away from your face, you kissed him like you haven’t seen him in days. Not that he minded considering he reciprocated the gesture, going as far as holding you closer to his chest by the waist.

You realice you weren’t going to be able to scape anymore, smiling through out the kiss, indicating you didn’t mind the improvised make out sesión you yourself created. Who did mind, were his friends, who groan at the sight, knowing they lost Blaise for the rest of the day.

“You to are disgusting”

“So are you, Enzo”

Blaise did flip him off.

Draco Malfoy

Draco and you weren’t in great terms. You even had to admit that sometimes, you liked his friends more than you liked him. But, even like that, you couldn’t deny that teasing him was your favourite hobbie nowadays. Right when you notice just how irritated he could get by only listening to a couple of your words.

That’s what led you to sit next to him on one of the Black Lake benches, interrupting his little talk with Theodore Nott. The same boy who looked at you as if he knew you were up to something not good, smirking almost to himself, keeping his eyes on you two because he knew that was gonna be good.

The idea made you giggle, alerting Draco with your presence, giving him a sense of restlessness that quickily fade away to surprise when you pressed your lips to his. A short kiss but deep enough to let him savour exactly what he has been missing just for fighting against you. And the worst part of it is that you didn’t even let him say anything about it, standing up and walking away like you did nothing of the sort.

The poor guy was in shock.

“Who’s blushin now, uh?”

In short, Jess Mariano just liked making her angry because it made her look cute. And of course, because it meant she would be paying all her attention to him. Her eyes fixed on his face, burning with fury and something else while she scolded him for punching another guy in their class. A guy he didn’t even remember the name of but who pissed him off so much that he didn’t think twice before jumping at him and breaking his nose with a punch. The guy totally deserved it, and that wasn’t going to change. But now, he was using it as an excuse for her to look at him, not his victim.

“You know I’m right,” he crossed his arms. “That idiot deserved it.”

“Maybe,” she didn’t want to give in completely. “But that doesn’t mean you deserve to get in trouble for it.”

“I’d get into a thousand problems if it meant no idiot is going to come and say something bad about you right in front of my face.”

His words made her go silent, looking at him as if she couldn’t believe he’d said something like that. As if she couldn’t believe that someone like Jess Mariano, the bad boy of the city, the one who caused chaos with every step he took, would say something like that about her. It was sweet, and tender, and something she didn’t know how to react to.

“So, the princess likes being told sweet things?” And he ruined it when he oppened his mouth again “I’ll keep that in mind for whenever I want to…”

Jess’s words were cut off—literally—by water flooding his open mouth. Just when a hand gently slammed against his chest, pushing him with a little more force backward, reminding him that they were on the bridge. That they had just left the school they attended, fighting as they walked toward their homes before stopping in a not-so-convenient place. At least, not for him, because she didn’t hesitate to use it to her advantage, pushing him straight into the water by the side of the bridge they always frequented, silencing his teasing once and for all.

“‘Keep it in mind for what?’” She laughed from above as she looked down at him. “I think you didn’t finish your sentence.”

“Very funny.”

Jess pretended to be angry, but she didn’t buy it considering she could see his smirk, even as his face surfaced from the water. His hair was flattened, droplets were falling from his face, and his clothes clung to his chest making it stand out. But for the first time, it seemed like he didn’t mind being like that if it meant hearing the girl he liked laugh the way she was laughing.