You grab a sandwich, not bothering for a thank you, and slowly start eating. Blaise, Theodore, and Mattheo remain quiet, silently praying to whatever above the food will lighten you up a bit.

Once you’re finish both sandwiches , your shoulders slightly relax finally. No one dared to talk though. Except for Tom of course, ever the brave one. “Is it to your liking, darlin’?” You look up at him, expression not so hard. “Sit down, mutt.” Tom obeys without protest and the boys have to stifle a snicker.

You ignore them as Tom sits on the floor by your feet. Not even flinching at the insult he’s grown used too and worse.

Once you’re finished you’ve seemed to calm down quite a bit, maybe you were hangry but none of them wish for a death sentence by a simple comment such as that.

Tom spoke up, “Princess, why don’t we get you to bed? It’s getting late.” Keeping his voice gentle with the same attentiveness as before, He makes sure his tone is more suggesting than demanding. He’s learnt his mistake before.

You softly sigh, “very well, honey.” You stand up. “Get up.” And Tom does exactly that.

The boys call out a goodnight to both tom and you as he guides you up to the women’s dorm. Once there, he stays instead of leaving. Good think you have a personal dorm unlike others.

Tom goes into your bathroom and you hear the bath being drawn. You didn’t even have to ask. You never do. You start undressing, more than ready for a much needed relaxing bath.

Tom always knew what you needed.

Once a few minutes passed he comes out and gently guide you to the bathroom where it reveal the lights off and vanilla candles lit, at least three, with a hot bath waiting for you.

“Soak up the bath salts, dear. I’ll be close, just gimme a shout, hm?” He whispered to your ear with his hands on your shoulders as he spoke. You nod slightly, he presses a kiss to your naked shoulder tenderly and leaves with the door slightly agap for privacy but still can hear you.

You get in and slowly sink into the water, sighing in contentment as you sink lower until it covers your whole body except your neck up.

30 minutes pass when you hear a gentle knock. Tom peaks his head in, “I’d like to wash your hair. Need more time?” You look at him and softly smile; a rare genuine smile that no one ever sees except tom when in private. He loves seeing you relaxed and happy and especially if he can make you smile when those intimate moments are so little and far in between.

Tom softly smiles back that’s only reserved for you. He comes in and lathered your green apple scented shampoo and conditioner and start massaging it into your wet hair, massaging your scalp perfectly. A soft hum can be heard from you and Tom knows you’re completely cooked off and better now. He relaxes and carefully washing the buds out of your hair.

Ones he’s done with your hair and body washing he drains the tub and help you out, dry you off with care, and give you you’re thin pjs to change into with privacy. He knew well how you get hot easily at night. You still don’t utter a word, letting him pamper you knowing it’s well needed even if you won’t admit that.

You get dressed and blow the candles out before leaving to see Tom dressed In his own pjs in your big bed. Snuggled up and overly comfortable.

“You’re looking cozy, baby.” You finally spoke, but with a softer and more relaxed tone to your voice than the world has ever heard before. You walk towards the bed as tom laughs. “I quite am, sweetheart. Come join me, I missed your body heat.” You softy chuckle and get under the blanket with him. Tom immediately pulls your closer to him by your waist and presses a kiss to your jaw near your ear.

“I missed you..you’re hot when angry though.” You can feel that goddamn smirk against your neck and it almost makes you want to shove him off the bed for his stupid cockiness. You huff though you can’t hide your amusement. “Oh shut up Riddle.”, “there my girl is.” You roll your eyes with no real annoyance. “Brat.”, “only for you, little dove.” You feel a smile creep onto your soft lips just slightly. He’s your brat if anything.

“Just shut up and sleep.” Though you can’t hide the sigh of content you release shortly after, practically melting against him as you feel his warm chest against your back. You hear Tom softly hum in satisfaction, “as you wish, my queen. Goodnight, sweet dreams.”, “‘night, my handsome property.. I love you.” Tom kisses your cheek and settled down behind you. He can’t help his heart flutter at the possessive nickname you often call him and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t love it immensely.

“I love you too.”

“Fuckin’ better..” you grumbled quietly though you never doubted him.

“Always.” He whispered.

✬༄ you had to explain to him patiently many times that you don’t always want sex when you touch him or do something nice for him.

✬༄ eventually he eases into the idea and gets more comfortable. Now, he’s not good with verbal comfort, as said before he didn’t grow up with it so he’s awkward with words. But he will do acts of service or physical touch with you to show you he loves you.

✬༄ he’s so gentle too. But only you though. He’s rough with anyone else. He’s passionate about you and will fight for you any way he has to.

Theodore nott

✬༄ he just needs a woman he feels safe with. And you do exactly that, making you remind him of his gorgeous mother he lost so long ago yet the grief still lingers solid.

✬༄ he probably taught you Italian if you don’t already know it, wanting you to be able to communicate with him in the language his mother taught him and loves. It means so much to him.

✬༄ Theo needs that reassurance so please touch him. Hand to his hair, hugging him, a kiss or 10, giving belly rubs or leaning against him. Anything. Your touch calms him down

✬༄ now, he’s so touch starved yet he hates being touched. It’s one of those things where he only wants to be touched by the one he loves and that one is you, babe.

✬༄ oh my goddd he loves it when you lay on him to sleep. Rather it’s just your head on his chest snugged into his side or your body on top of his with your face in his neck. He doesn’t care he just needs it to feel grounded.

✬༄ your scent is comforting to him too, not just your touch or presence. Everything about you screams ‘safe’ in his mind.

✬༄ he doesn’t mind showing casual affection in public either you as long as you’re comfortable with it. Hand holding, gentle yet warm hand in the small of your back, hand on waist or shoulder or a kiss occasionally. He just needs you like nicotine.

✬༄ he’s rough around the edges but his love and devotion towards you is one thing that’s never a question to him.

Draco Malfoy

✬༄ ugh, malfoy🫩

✬༄ mama’s boy, obviously. But it’s more of a slow burn for him.

✬༄ it takes a long while but let’s say you’re already in a relationship by this time. He will be more comfortable being affectionate with you or showing he cares;just in small ways

✬༄ in public, right before dating and even beginning of dating; hand holding with occasional gentle squeezes, soft glances though quick, a quick peck to the forehead before you go into your classroom (he often walks you to class). Little things like that. Subtle but there.

✬༄ when he’s more comfortable being affectionate let alone dating you, he becomes more vulnerable. I also believes he hates touch unless it’s his lifetime lover;you.

✬༄ now at first, like I said earlier, he’d be hesitant for showing you affection in public or even much interest in you simply because of his reputation as a malfoy and a snake. But that can’t stop him forever, and it sure didn’t for long.

✬༄ now he’s putty in your hands as you gently wipe his lip with a napkin to get the sauce there he missed, or how he sighs deeply in contentment every time you put your fingers in his hair at night after a long day as he hugs your waist and rest his head on your chest or stomach.

✬༄ he’s a hopeless, lovesick goner. But he can’t help but want more only from you. And damn right he’ll keep eating up your attention and affection as long as you keep feeding it to him. He might have to sometimes swallow his pride and beg for it though.

Lorenzo Berkshire

✬༄ tricky, but he’s a hardcore player dawg. That’s how I see him.

✬༄ but let’s say he magically became loyal once he started perusing you and eventually you both start dating.

✬༄ he’s completely gone for you despite his act of denying it, and you’re stupidly in love with the idiot, somehow,

✬༄ I really don’t see Enzo having an issue at all with affection. I don’t think his home life is as bad as the others but surely not the best. But despite him sleeping around so much, there’s never no connection, just satisfaction.

✬༄ so with you, he genuinely enjoys the bond between you two and how connected he feels with you before sexual encounters even come into play. He didn’t think it was possible but here he was.

✬༄ he’s a womanizer, but you unknowingly changed him for the better. Especially if you’re more bubbly you’re definitely a great influence on him and he kinda likes it. Oddly. It’s different and a little scary at first but he trusts you so much.

✬༄ he loves your touch and he loves touching you so it’s a win win. He doesn’t care if someone casually touches him, but he definitely refers yours.

✬༄ so overly smitten for you even he doesn’t know how or when it happened. But he can’t complain when you’re beautiful, his future wife, AND taught him there’s so much to life than sleeping around all the time. He craves your attention and loves and is so overly greedy for it it’s sickening. Almost.

Harry huffs in a bit annoyance. “I’m serious. What if she’s just being friendly? I’d be embarrassing myself. Or worse, she’ll maybe become uncomfortable or weirded out!” Harry sighs.

“Mate, calm down. You’re overthinking, you’re the chosen one! Who wouldn’t want to date you?”, “and even if she does reject you, at least you can move on! You’re Harry Potter, you’re fearless and reckless.” George adds on to Fred’s point. Fred nods, “what happened to all that bravery, huh?” Harry rolls his eyes harshly, but know they’re right.

“Just forget it. I’m going to class - and don’t follow me!” He leaves frustrated, conflicted with his feelings, expectations, and fear.

Fred and George smirk mischievously, glancing at each other with a silent knowing of plan.

It’s been a few days and Harry found himself relieved yet suspicious of the twins. They never listen and especially not to him. Harry knows it’s not until a matter of time something bad will happen and their schemes.

“Harry!” He snaps his head towards the sound of your voice, heart quickening. He sees you running towards him, seemingly different? But he couldn’t place his finger on it. Harry furrows his eyebrows with worry, “Y/n? Is everything okay?”, “oh, yes!,” you catch up, stoping about an inch in front of him, closer than normal. “I was looking for you, this castle is quite big.” You exhaled heavily, a bit out of breath. Harry notices your flushed cheeks, slightly glazed over eyes and big smile on your lips. Your lips looking smooth and soft.

“I - uh..did you need something?” He finally choked out, trying to calm himself down. He’s not being casual at all.

You seem to beam at his question, “no, but I wanted to spend time with you! I mean, it’s been awhile since we’ve hung out, right? C’mon, let’s go do something!” Before he could respond, you grab his hand and start practically dragging him down the big and long halls of hogwarts. Harry is so confused, but he can’t help but notice how oddly warm your hand is, a bit smaller than his hand. It feels so right.

The day is spend playing chess, reading and doing homework together, anything you can think of. In a way, Harry didn’t mind;he’s finally found an excuse to be around you more and talk to you. But, it still didn’t feel completely right. You weren’t acting like normal. It wasn’t until later that night before curfew after walking you to your dorm and walking back to go to his for bed, it dawned on him like a frain train; those goddamn weasley’s.

He storms to their dorm and knocks loudly. “Weasley! Fred! George!” He didn’t care if they were asleep or not - knowing them, probably not.

To no surprise, they were awake, opening the door quickly. “Bloody hell, mate! What’s up with you?”, “did you do something?” He’s straight to the point, more concerned than anything.

Fred huffs, a horrible liar. “What! Me? Never!” George peaks over Fred’s shoulder, “to who exactly?” - “y/n! You did something didn’t you!” He accused rightfully so. Fred and George give each other guilty yet amused looks. Harry gasps, “you did! What did you do?? She’s acting..just - weird! I don’t like it.” Fred sighs a bit dramatically, failing to hide his creeping smug expression, “we might’ve given her a little something to Make her fall in love with you -“ “that’s what you wanted, ain’t it? We’re brilliant!” George finishes Fred’s sentence.

“No! I mean - yes, but - not like this! It’s forced isn’t it?” Harry slightly raises his voice, unable to control his irritation and worry. Fred leans his shoulder against the door frame and crosses his arms. “Look, the love potion should only last a week, it’ll be fi-“ “A WEEK??? Love potion?? You have her a love potion?” Harry cuts Fred off, completely exasperated and left in disbelief. “Oh, bloody hell, weasley!”. George tries to ease the tension, but Harry leaves, storming off to his own dorm, muttering “those bloody weasley’s..”.

It’s been a little over a week and Harry can’t help but feel relieved to have you back to normal. Kinda.

You’ve been acting normally again, except you’re still being affectionate and wanting to be near him constantly. It’s not as bad as when you were under the love potion, but Harry is confused. Shouldn’t you be acting like before? Maybe the potion hadn’t completely worn off yet? Merlin’s beard, Harry doesn’t know what to believe or think anymore. He’s never been more confused.

He ends up going to hermione;she’s brilliant, isn’t she? And he can’t trust that prat Ron to help him. He knows Hermione will be more logical and hopefully more helpfully too. Harry catches her in the hallways and quickens his pace, “hermione!” She turns, stopping her feet. Her eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong, Harry?” He catches up, a little flushed, fixing his glasses. “Please help me. The twins gave y/n a strong love potion and it lasted for a week but she should be back to normal by now! Why isn’t she??” Hermione looks taken back, confused and concerned evident on her face.

“I’m sorry, what?? Is she okay??” “Yes! I think - I don’t know!” Harry sighs heavily in frustration as he rubs his fingers through his hair anxiously. “Harry, calm down. Maybe she’s still feeling effects? That’s common with strong potions.”

“Well, yeah, but..it’s been almost two weeks. Even the twins are surprised she’s not back to normal,” he lowers his voice, “What if it becomes permanent?” Hermione can see the genuine worry and stress on his face;she’s never seen him so worried before. She sighs, her expression softening. “Harry, have you ever thought that maybe she’s likes you? You never asked, how could you know for sure she only sees you as a friend?”

Harry is one bloody git. How couldn’t he have known? All this pining and subtle glances (he thinks they were) and all this emotional turmoil and inner conflict for nothing. Merlin, he was blind and utterly stupid not to see you liked him.

By the third week, he finally worked up the nerve to talk to you - really talk to you. He slipped a note to meet later that day at the black lake for privacy. When the time came, he was a bit surprised to see you actually came. He softly smile, his fingers a bit fidgety with anxiety and anticipation.

“Hey. Glad you could make it.” Harry said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Hey,” your hair gently blows in the small breeze, a warm smile on your soft lips. “Is everything okay? The note sounded quite serious.” “Uh - yeah.. No-“ he dicreetly grimaced at his awkward stutter. He takes a deep breath, “no, everything isn’t fine.. im worried about you. You’ve been different lately.” He can feel his heart beating loudly in his throat and his stomach a bundle of nerves;searching your face for any kind of rejection or hesitation.

“Oh, uh, why’s that? I mean, I don’t think I’ve been acting different..” your eyebrows knitted towards a little In confusion, yet you’re hearing him out. He doesn’t know your heart is racing too.

Harry wets his lips with his tongue, “Fred and George slipped you a love potion and it made you..clingy. Very clingy. But, it should’ve worn off after a week..but you haven’t exactly - um..changed.” Harry immediately regrets his words, realizes how rude that might sound. He prays to Merlin you don’t take it that way.

You blink, not sure what to say. After a short moment you spoke up. “Oh..well, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable or anything I just -“ you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “I really like you. Like, for a long time actually.” You quickly add, “but I wasn’t sure if you liked me back and I didn’t want to make things awkward or ruin our friendship because you’re such a good friend, Harry.. I don’t remember anything from two weeks ago now that I think about it…” you mutter the last part more to yourself.

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, surprised, overjoyed and not believing he’s hearing correctly. Has he really been so blind this whole time?

“Wait - really?? You really like me? Like, more than friends?” His eyes never left hers, waiting with a hopeful anticipation. You nod, a small smile forming. Harry sighs in relief, a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He breaks out into a happy smile and chuckle in joy.

“What’s so funny?”, “nothing. I just..never thought you could possibly like someone like me. I mean..” he trails off, slightly shaking his head in a happy disbelief. You chuckle and step closer. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” You ask a bit cheekily. He smirk softly, though his eyes are solely focused on you and how breathtaking you are. “I just might,” he gently grabs your hands with such carefulness it’ll be obvious to anyone his deep reverence and love for you is so genuine.

“May I be your boyfriend, y/n?” He softly asked.

“You may, potter.”