Imagines ✨

You were tired of Peters games. You understood that they were a part of Peters devilish charm and the older lost boys enjoyed them. Heck when you first came to this island 2 years ago, you enjoyed them. But for the younger boys, not so much. When they first arrive at the island, they are confused and scared. They enjoy the sense of freedom, running through the trees, with no parents to tell them what to do. Except, they feel a little less free and at home, when they are forced to run through the trees weaponless, being chased  by the older lost boys. 

“It’s a part of the initiation!” Peter argues “It improves moral, as well as preparing them for life on island. It’s not always going to be sunshine and rainbows. They still need to learn how to fight. What happens when Hook and the rest of his lowly pirates inevitably attack?” He continues to defend himself. 

You let out a loud sigh, you had been going over this for hours now “I understand needing to teach them to defend themselves, but there are better ways! This is hardly teaching, it’s more like throwing them in the deep end with no flotation supports.” 

Peter paces back and forth in his tree house “You don’t get it Y/N. This is how I've taught all my boys. This is how I was taught! I was completely alone on this island when the pirates first attacked and I got through, on my own! And I came out stronger for it. You came out stronger for it.” He tries to persuade you, getting you to remember about your amazing first night on the island, when you had first met Peter and fallen in love with him. But what he doesn’t remember however, is the utter terror that had consumed you, as you made your way blindly through the forest, with no weapon or way to protect yourself from the onslaught of pirates. 

“I may have came out stronger Peter, but you’re forgetting one important thing. They don’t all have you by their side... If you had never shown up that night I arrived on the island, I would be dead.” You argue. 

Peter glances in your direction, hating how worried you looked for the boys. He throws his hands up in the air in frustration, annoyed that you had a genuine argument and he had run out of counter points “The boys don’t need me. They can take care of themselves, they’re not girls after all...” He trails off, not wanting to anger you further and continue this argument into all hours of the night. 

You glare up at Peter, furious at him for insinuating that the fact you couldn’t take care of yourself was because you were a girl, and not the fact that you had woken up in a seemingly deserted island and were chased down by a band of ragged pirates. 

You were about to unleash your wrath on Peter, but instead shook your head in disbelief. Angered with Peter beyond the point of talking, you brushed past him and made your way down the ladder of his tree house. 

You ignored his calls after you and made your way into the forest. Wanting nothing more than to get away from Peter and to clear your head. You were halfway to the mermaid pool (your favourite spot in Neverland) when you realised you had failed to pick up both your bow and arrows and your dagger. You cursed into the night. It was never safe to travel through the forest at night without a weapon, but you had done it before after all. You began thinking about your first night on the island and how close that pirate was to cutting your throat, before Peter flew down from the trees and protected you. 

You kicked at the dirt on the ground in annoyance. You knew that you needed saving that night, but it wasn’t because you were a girl. It was because you were unprepared. As soon as you had your bow in your hands you were like a new person. There was no target that would go amiss, no pirate that would leave your sight uninjured or alive. 

After going through so much to prove yourself as the only girl on the island to the lost boys and Pan, you would think he would at least show you an ounce of respect. But I guess all he saw you as was a weak little girl. 

You exited the forest and headed out into the clearing, the mermaid pool in site. You were hoping to let off some steam to your mermaid friends, but as you rounded the corner, you bumped into something completely unexpected. A gang of pirates, holding a few of the younger lost boys hostage. 

You once again cursed yourself for forgetting your weapons, but there was no time to turn back. You had to act now, or the lost boys wouldn’t stand a chance. 

You stealthily moved along the outskirts of the trees, ducking and diving out of sight of the pirates. You made your way along, until you were close enough to the boys. You crept over to them and signaled for them to be silent, once they had caught sight of you. You began untying their hands and whispered the plan to them “I’m going to cause a distraction. As soon as the time is right and the pirates are distracted, you all make a run for it.” 

The boys nod in understanding “Make sure you go in pairs, but do not stay as a group, it will make it easier for them to track and find you. Get back to the camp and call for Pans help asap.” You finished untying all of the boys hands “Okay, now time for the distraction.” 

You made your way back through the trees, to the opposite end of the clearing, before walking out into the open and revealing your position “Hiya fellas!” You called out “Looking for some fun?” 

You let out a laugh, as the leader of the gang began sending orders for some of the pirates to go after you. You dodged their attacks easily “You’re going to have to do better than that.” You tease, a mocking grin on your face. 

The leader orders the remainder of the pirates to go after you, and that’s when you began to run. You knew the boys would be able to escape without the pirates staying guard, putting your plan into motion. The only issue was, you now had at least 15 enraged pirates on your tail and no weapon to fight them off with. At least you had one advantage over them, no one knew the forest better than you or Peter. He had taken you on adventures through every part of it and it had quickly become your home. 

You managed to lose the majority of the pirates amongst the trees, there was now only two or three on your tail. 

You were on the edge of the beach, not too far from the camp. You were so close to victory, when it suddenly hit you. A white hot, searing pain travelled through your back and burst from your chest. 

You looked down to see a wooden arrow torn through you, encased in blood. Fueled on adrenaline, you continue to run. Winding in and out of the trees, until you could no longer hear footsteps chasing behind you. 

You made your way onto the beach and collapsed on the warm white sand. You lay on your side, the feeling of the arrow inside you becoming more and more excruciating. You were unable to call out for help. Worried the pirates would hear you and put an end to your suffering. 

You stared out at the ocean, trying to take comfort in it’s beauty. The effect of the stars mirrored on the wavy surface looked like magic. You smiled. Suddenly thinking of Peter and the magic he had shown you and made you feel. His face was the last thing you pictured before darkness consumed you. 

Peters POV: 

Y/N stormed past you and began to descend the ladders of your tree house “Y/N please come back. Let’s talk about this!” You called uselessly after her. She didn’t even bother to acknowledge your calls. This pissed you off. You punched angrily at the wooden walls. You hated how much effect she held over you. You used to be the great Peter Pan, who everyone on the island looked up to, as much as they feared. But, ever since Y/N had come along, you had felt your heart begin to soften and although you loved her warm smile and the feeling of her wrapped tightly in your arms. You hated how the lost boys views of you changed. Thinking you were secretly a softy. That’s why you had to continue your tradition of sending the new comers into the forest alone, with nothing to protect themselves. Otherwise the lost boys traitorous thoughts would be true... you would have lost your edge. 

You paced the room, your mind whirling out of control. You couldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t allow your love for Y/N to taint your reputation. It was your unforgiving demeanor that enabled you to become King of the Island after all. 

You lay on the bed, certain on your decision to continue the initiations. The initiations that were happening right this very minute. 

You sat up with a start, suddenly worried about Y/N. Knowing her, she was on the way to the mermaid pool. You grew concerned about her being injured in the cross fire, until you remembered her remarkable archery and dagger skills. 

You smiled to yourself. You really had picked yourself one hell of a woman. You knew she could handle herself out there. Plus, if you went running after her, it would only prove to the lost boys that you had gone soft. In front of them you had to ignore the warming of your heart each time you caught a glimpse of Y/N. They could never find out just how much you really cared. 

Some time past and you lay awake on your bed, blowing your pan flute softly, surrounding yourself with its sweet melody. That was until you heard the shouts. You could hear some of the younger lost boys calling your name, clearly in an exhausted panic. You smiled darkly, glad that they had completed their initiation, as well as enjoying the sound of shear terror in their voices. Your mission had succeeded. 

You casually made your way out onto the balcony of your tree house “Well well.” You call down to the boys, leaning casually against the tree “It seems like we have our first batch of new recruits.” You expected cheers, therefore were caught off guard when none of them even cracked a smile. You rolled your eyes at their reaction “What is it? What’s wrong?” You ask, boredom clear in your voice. 

The boys all looked at each other, none of them sure how to begin. You let out a long sigh and lent forward, placing both of your hands on the edge of the balcony “You there!” You shout, a growing anger evident in your voice. You sent daggers to the eldest looking boy at the front of the group. He let out a slight yelp in fear, causing you to ease up slightly. Glad you were still able to inflict fear with a simple look “Tell me what it is you disturbed me for. You sounded so desperate a while ago, clearly it must be oh so important?” You mock, not expecting what came next. 

“I-it’s Y/N.” The boy stutters “We were captured by pirates and she helped us escape. It didn’t look like she had any weapons on her. The whole band of pirates chased after her into the forest. It looked like she was heading to the beach.” He finishes. 

You went straight into defense mode. You grabbed your knife and teleported across the island to the beach. You didn’t have to look far, before you saw a figure curled up on the sand. 

You approached cautiously, not definitive that the person you were seeing was Y/N. As soon as you saw her Y/C/H hair however, laid out messily across the sand, you sprinted over. Terrified of what you might find. 

It was almost worse than you imagined. An arrow was skewered through her back and out of her chest. The sand surrounding her still body was encased in blood, soaking it up. It almost seemed like the sand was swallowing up the red liquid, as if hungry for more of a taste. 

You looked down at her ghostly white face, appearing scarily pale in the light of the moon.You had to force yourself to fight back the tears that were threatening to escape. Her eyes were closed shut and a wave of terror passed over you at the thought that she could possibly be dead. Or if not yet, by the looks of things,  very soon. 

You were on the verge of breaking down with guilt. It was your fault this had happened to her. If you hadn’t been so proud, or so scared of these new emotions.. positive, happy thoughts and emotions, then this never would have happened. 

You went back to examining the wound. It would’ve been easy enough to heal, if only it wasn’t so close to her heart. You had to act quickly. Hating how much further pain you were about to cause Y/N. You took in a deep breath and gritted your teeth, before grabbing the dagger out of its holster and with a clean swipe, you cut the head of the arrow clean off. You didn’t hesitate, ignoring the sudden gasp of breath that came from Y/N. You pulled the arrow out of her back and covered the wounds with your hands. 

You began to use your magic to heal her. Realising, as you were performing the spell, that she was only a few seconds away from death. Y/N writhed in agony the whole time, her piercing screams echoing in the silent night only enhanced the sound. It was as if she was broadcasting to the whole island the pain and torment you had caused her. Soon enough all of the lost boys would be aware of what you did. Soon the whole island would know about your mistake. 

As soon as the wound had closed, you pulled Y/N into your arms. Needing to feel her heart beating against your own. You stroked her hair, urging her to fully awaken, so you could be sure she was okay. 

After a few moments of you whispering into her ear, begging for her to return to you, her eyes fluttered open. You looked at each other, both of you unsure what to say. You realised it was probably up to you to break the silence. You began your apology, wanting her to know how sorry you were and how much you cared. But as you began to ramble, you feel her press her cold finger to your lips. Silencing you. 

Her hand then moved across your face and strokes at your cheeks, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall without your knowledge. You couldn’t help but jump slightly in shock. It had been years since you had cried. You had almost thought you were no longer able to feel such emotions. 

You devised your plan all week. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You had taken quite a few notes out of Peters book, deciding once and for all that it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. 

Over the next few days, you began dressing up slightly more than usual. You didn’t opt for a full blown makeover like your best friends had suggested.  Instead, you simply opted for wearing more flimsy tops or wore skirts in place of jeans. You also began wearing a slight bit more makeup, just enough so that people would notice there was a change, but not being able to pinpoint it exactly. 

You also took the time to talk to quite a few more boys when Peter was around. You didn’t lead them on of course. You weren’t heartless like Peter, it was purely friendly banter between you. But Peter didn’t need to know that. All Peter needed to witness, was you laughing with various boys, whilst also ignoring him. 

You could feel his eyes on you all week, staring daggers into your soul. You embraced the change. For once it wasn’t you watching him make his moves on a number of girls. 

Your plan was to keep Peter at a distance, before coming in full force, the same way he had done with you. Which is why, after school on Friday, you had gotten home, dressed up in a slightly revealing outfit and headed over to Peters house. 

You had found out from your parents, that they were going out for the evening with Peters parents. Meaning he was left home alone for the evening, setting up the perfect time to strike. 

As you walked towards his home however, you were beginning to feel slightly nervous with your plan and even started to consider backing out. That was until the front door to Peters home suddenly flung open and his father rushed out, dressed up in a fancy suit and tie. “Oh Y/N!” He exclaimed “I’m just on the way to the restaurant to meet up with the rest of the group, I was kept back late at work. Are you here to see Peter?” He questions. 

“T-that’s right.” You stutter, not expecting to bump into anyone on your way to Peters “I’m here to drop off some notes from school.” You lie. 

“Oh, well, here.” He holds the door open for you, allowing you access into his home. “Peter is in his bedroom, I’m sure you still remember where it is?” 

You smile up at him in thanks “Of course! Thank you, have a great night!” You wave goodbye from the door way, as Peters father gets into his car and drives away. 

You watch him drive around the corner and ensure he is definitely gone, before you pull yourself together and continue with your plan. You tiptoe upstairs and make your way along the hallway to Peters room. His door is closed, so you knock gently, not wanting to walk in on anything private. 

The thought of him spending some alone time with another girl suddenly crosses your mind and you can’t help but begin to panic. You were on the verge of turning tail to run, when you hear Peter climbing off his bed and making his way over to the door. “Dad? I thought you had left already?...” Peter opens the door and looks out confused, before tilting his head downwards to see you standing before him. He stares down at you for a moment, clearly confused “Err...Y/N? What are you doing here?” He questions. 

You brush past him confidently “Well... Our parents are out tonight, so I thought maybe we could keep each other company... Unless you’re expecting someone else to arrive that is?”  You turn to face him and look up at him suggestively. 

He lets out a small chuckle “No, I’m not expecting anyone. And I guess we can hang out for a bit.” 

You smirk “Well that’s great. I thought I would take you up on your offer of seeing your bedroom.” You look around with interest “I have to say it’s a lot different than I imagined.” You admit. 

He leans against the door “You were dreaming about my bedroom hmm? If you were so interested you should have come around unannounced before.” 

You let out a scoff, which causes him to laugh darkly “So, how did you picture my room looking in that pretty little head of yours?” He questions, slowly edging towards you. 

Your turn your back on him, pretending to look around some more, not wanting him to see the blush creeping on your cheeks at the mention of the word pretty. “Well... I... I guess I was expecting chains and torture devices.” You admit, once again causing him to chuckle “But it’s actually quite nice.” You continue “I can see why you bring so many girls back here.” You turn back around to face him, once again beginning to feel more confident. 

He laughs at your statement “Actually love, I think you’ll find you’re the only girl to have entered my room... apart from my mother of course.” 

Your are taken back slightly by his comment and you can tell he noticed you falter. You gather yourself and continue with your little game, determined to win against Peter.”Well, I have to say I’m honored.” You glance towards his bed “Is it okay if I sit?” You ask with a slight seductive tone. 

Peter lets out a small cough “Err yeah sure, of course.” 

You make yourself comfortable on his bed, the same way he had done on yours “I hope tonight doesn’t end in a pillow fight.” You joke.  

He smirks down at you “Oh really, well how do you plan for it to end love? He questions suggestively. 

You were about to look away from his intense gaze, embarrassed by his flirting. But you were there on a mission and you intended to finish it. It took all your composure to hold his stare “I’m not sure... you tell me.” You notice him swallow hard, clearly not expecting you to play along. Now it was you turn to smirk. 

You had gotten to him. 

You stood up suddenly and walked closer towards him. “Is there anywhere for me to hang my coat?” You ask, breaking the intense silence that had formed between you. 

He once again stutters, surprised by the close contact “Y-yes, just on the back of my door.” He holds out his hand, offering to take your coat. 

You turn away from him and slowly slide your coat off of your shoulders, revealing your perfectly planned outfit. You could feel his gaze focused on you, almost sending shivers down your spine with its intensity. You were sporting tight black jeans and a low cut dark green top, which hung on your curves perfectly. You had always loved this top, but what made it even more perfect was the fact that it was Peters favourite colour. You had taken note long ago that if any girl was wearing this colour, he would automatically select her as his next conquest. 

You once again turned around to face him and hand over your coat innocently. You notice him trying his hardest not to look you up and down, eager to take in your ensemble. He hangs up your coat and you make yourself comfortable on his bed again. This time he makes his way over to the bed and sits beside you, looking anywhere but at you. You can’t help but smirk, feeling proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. “I thought we could watch a film.” You say, breaking the silence. 

Peter instantly jumps up “Sounds good, I’ll set it up.” He begins to mess around with the TV in his room, feeling relieved he had an excuse to not look in your direction. “Did you have anything in mind?” He calls over his shoulder. 

“It’s up to you.” You respond, expecting him to choose a standard film. 

You watch as he places a disk into the CD player and grabs the remote off TV stand. He makes his way back over to the bed and makes himself comfortable beside you. 

You grab your bag off the floor and pile some snacks onto the bed between you. 

“I see you came prepared.” He laughs. 

You smile over at him “I’d rather be safe than sorry.” You retort. You lean back against the wall, waiting for the opening title to appear so you can see what film Peter had decided to put on. Your smile faltered however, as soon as the opening credits began to play and you immediately regretted allowing Peter to decide on the film. He was well aware of your hatred of horror films. You had always been a big wimp and he knew it. Unless of course he had forgotten in the four years you hadn’t been friends. Instead of making a scene however, you decided to brave the film. Maybe it wouldn’t be as scary now you had gotten older. You were completely wrong. 

As soon as the first jump scare happened, you grabbed the nearest pillow and cowered behind it. Peter laughed darkly at your reaction. He was clearly loving watching you suffer. Everything was always a game to him. Just as you were about to confront him, another scary thing jumped out on the TV and you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal and press against Peter, just like you used to do as a child. 

The sudden contact brought up a flashback of watching scary films with Peter and how he would whisper in your ear to calm you down and take your mind off the film. Just as you remembered this, as if on cue, Peter lent down and whispered “After all these years, you still can’t handle horror films?” 

The warmth of his breath on your ear caused goosebumps to form across your body “So you did remember! If you knew I didn’t like horror films, why did you put one on?” You confront him. 

He lets out a light chuckle “I like to watch you squirm.” 

You look up at him in shock and find his eyes trained on you, darkening by the second. You feel yourself becoming drawn to him, edging towards him slowly, drowning in his seductive scent. 

You blink suddenly, composing yourself. You couldn’t believe you were even considering kissing Peter Pan. His charms were supposed to be useless against you. Not wanting to end up like the rest of the girls he uses for his entertainment, you try to change the subject “You always were mean to me growing up.” 

He raises his eyebrows “How was I mean to you?”

You couldn’t believe he was questioning that “Seriously? You always made me the brunt of your childish games!” 

He laughs mockingly “Oh really? Name one time I was mean to you.”  He challenges. 

“Only one? You’re making this too easy for me Pan.” A number of horrible memories begin to fill your mind, when you land on one of the most traumatic “Remember nibbles?” You ask. 

Peter rolls his eyes “Wasn’t that your annoying pet hamster?” 

You can feel the rage building inside you at his bored tone “Yes, that was my adorable pet hamster.” You correct. 

Peter lets out a long sigh. “What about him?”

“What about him?!”You begin to raise your voice “I loved that hamster and you knew it! You were jealous that your parents wouldn’t get you a pet hamster, so you tried to steal him by putting him in your pocket and he escaped! Lost forever! I can't blame him for trying to escape your evil clutches though, I can only hope he began his new life elsewhere... with a loving family.” You begin to ease off, suddenly saddened by the loss of your pet hamster. 

You were expecting Peter to feel a slight bit of remorse for his actions, so you were shocked by him suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny?” You scowl at him. 

His laughter begins to fade “Seriously Y/N? You can’t really think he has this other life somewhere else? He probably got eaten by a cat or got squashed under a car.” He states plainly, shrugging his shoulders. You were about to respond to his ignorant attitude, when he suddenly cuts you off by holding up his hand “Plus, you can’t exactly blame me for that. I was young and foolish and I thought if my parents saw how cute he was then they couldn’t refuse to get me one. I was planning on bringing him back, I didn’t think he would escape.” He admits. 

You take a deep breath, finding yourself not as mad as before, but still mad “Okay, but there are plenty of other times you were horrible to me. Why do you think I no longer wanted to be your friend?” You notice a sudden change in Peters cocky attitude. It almost looked like a flicker of guilt passed through him. 

“You’re talking about my birthday party right?” He asks and you were surprised that he knew what you were referring to. The whole reason why you and Peter were no longer friends. 

“You probably don’t remember this.” You begin, “But I had planned to give you a surprise present during the party. I wrote you a note to meet me in the closet at a certain time so that I could give you my gift. I decided to get there early, so that I would be ready, except when I got there...” Before you could finish, Peter interrupts you. 

“...I was in there with someone else.” 

You can’t help but look away from him, suddenly feeling the same rush of hurt and embarrassment that passed through you all those years ago. “Right. You were in there kissing Wendy.”

You stay silent for a moment, before continuing “It all seems so stupid and childish now, but at the time it really hurt. I know you didn’t know this and to this day, you still don’t know this... but, well... I was planning on us sharing our first kiss.” You suddenly feel a weight lift off of your chest. You had been holding onto that secret for so many years. Even your best friend didn’t know about your past feelings for Peter. 

You finally look up at Peter, no longer feeling worried or nervous to look him in the eyes. He was staring down at you, a soft expression on his face, which you had never seen before. 

“Y/N. There’s something I have to tell you about that night.” Peter lets out a sigh “I already saw the letter that you wrote me, before you left it for me to find. I was so excited to receive this surprise gift that I got to the closet early. It was dark in there and once I’d closed the door, someone began kissing me. I thought it was you so... well I kissed back. It wasn’t until the door flung open and I saw you standing there with tears in your eyes that I realised I was kissing Wendy and not you.” Peter reaches a hand out and gently strokes your face. “I tried to chase after you, but your mother wouldn’t let me in. She says you told her not to let me. I was planning on speaking to you at school but you didn’t show for the next few days, and when you finally did, you were different. You wouldn’t even let me get anywhere near you and I guess... I just kind of realised you would never forgive me.” 

You couldn’t believe how open Peter was being. A range of emotions passed over you, from confusion to guilt, to sadness and happiness. You couldn't believe Peter had also wanted to kiss you. Before you could respond to him, you phone began to buzz out of control. You apologised to Peter before quickly glancing at the texts your best friend was sending through to you. 

You were about to ignore her and get back to your heart to heart talk with Peter, when you read one of the texts ‘PETER IS PLAYING YOU! FELIX HEARD OUR CONVERSATION AT THE DINER LAST WEEK! HE WANTED TO PROVE HIS TRICKS WOULD WORK ON US! ‘

You could feel your stomach drop. The warm and fuzzy feelings that were beginning to build up towards Peter, instantly converted to ones of hatred and distrust. You couldn’t believe he had played you and to your horror, it would have worked. You guess weren’t impervious to his charms after all. 

Peters voice interrupts your inner ramblings “So Y/N. If it isn’t too late. Is there any chance of me getting my surprise birthday gift after all these years?” 

You breath in deep breath. It almost took all of your composure not turn around and slap Peter in his lying, manipulative face. Instead, you let out a laugh of relief that you had gotten away mostly unscathed. 

You turn on your heel to face him. You are greeted by a hopeful look, followed by a soft smile. 

“Did you really think I would fall for that?” You spit out, your words like poison. “You must really think I’m stupid. I know all your moves Pan. You can’t surprise me. I have watched you hunt for your next conquest on multiple occasions. You put on this vulnerable, misunderstood act, but I know the real you. You’re an evil, sadistic narcissist, who cares for no one but them self. You have always been the same and you always will be. I made the right choice cutting you out of my life four years ago. Never try to come near me again. From this moment on, you are dead to me.” 

You had known Peter almost all your life, which is why, sitting here now, you knew exactly what he was up to. You watched as he scouted out the room, as he had done so many times before. His green eyes flickered with dangerous amusement as he notices a bunch of girls eyeing him up and giggling uncontrollably. It would have been almost too easy for him to approach the girls and walk out with one (or more) of them, but you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t here for an easy night. He was here for a challenge.

Peter always loved games and growing up, you were almost always at the brunt of them. So much so, that you had finally had enough and decided to once and for all completely cut him out of your life. You were about to turn away and get on with your job, waitressing at Granny’s diner, when you saw the sudden change in Peters aura. You followed his eyeline and unsurprised to you, your eyes landed on a pretty blonde girl, not much younger than yourself, sitting alone in a booth. You could almost see Peters mind whirling, deciding on the best course of action. He began to approach her cautiously, taking a strategically packed book out of his bag and feigning innocence, dropped it to the ground.

You rolled your eyes, watching as the book slid along the diner floor towards her table. You were already well aware of the move he had decided to use. It had gotten pretty easy to tell after watching them all being played out on several occasions. You scoffed, knowing exactly why he had chosen this move. The book would allow him to approach her, whilst also grabbing her attention. The facade of vulnerability and embarrassment would then allow her to drop her guard and feel sorry for him, ensuring he had less of a chance of being rejected. As he kneels before her feet, he will make her feel like she is in the superior position and holds all the cards, but you knew the truth. The book will then come into play again and will allow her to initiate the interaction by questioning him on the book he is reading. This is his way into a seemingly innocent conversation.

As planned, she offers him a seat in the booth across from her. They talk some more, still using the book as the main topic of conversation. You watch as he flips through the pages, before innocently asking to move to sit next to her, as to “better show her something in the book.” It was all a ploy of course, as soon as he sits next to her, it wasn’t long before his arm was across the back of the booth, followed by her hand on his arm as she giggles playfully. He smiles sweetly towards her, but you knew his smile was far from what it seemed. As she looks away shyly, you witness the tilt of his lips, as his smile shifts briefly into a dark smirk. The sign that he was well aware that he had captured his next conquest, or as you like to see it. His next victim...

“Earth to Y/N!” Your friends hand waving in front of your face, finally pulled you back to reality, “What’s so important that you can’t even respond to your best friend?” She follows your eye line and smirks “Peter? Seriously? I thought you didn’t care about him anymore?” She questions you.

You turn to face her and scowl “Never again insinuate that I have ever cared about Peter Pan. What I do care about however, is the endless number of girls who are tricked by his fake persona and end up with their hearts broken.”

She nods in understanding “Yeah you’re right, but you can’t exactly blame them, he does put on a good show.”

You roll your eyes at your friend, as she begins to check out Peter. “Don’t you get falling for his tricks!” You exclaim.

She smiles mischievously at you “I won’t, but there’s nothing wrong with checking him out. He is the hottest guy in school after all!” You scoff at her comment, before she continues “Plus, I don’t think his tricks will work on us.”

You tilt your head in confusion at her “And why’s that?” You ask.

She smirks at you “Because thanks to your time spent behind enemy territory, we are fully aware of all his tricks, therefore rendering them useless against us!”

You let out a laugh “I think you might be onto something there.”

You stood at your locker in school the next day, waiting eagerly for your best friend to show up, politely greeting others as they pass. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to scout her out in the crowd of students, when suddenly a tall figure stands in front of you, blocking your view. You look up curiously to greet whoever has just entered your personal space, when you’re greeted with a pair of mischievous dark green eyes. Your smile instantly falters, turning into an annoyed glare “Can I help you with something Pan?”

He smirks down at you “Pan hmm? What happened to Peter? Or Petey? Oh how I miss our little pet names for each other love.”

You glare at him harder “Don’t call me that.”

He leans against the lockers, wrapping his arms around him cockily “What shall I call you then love?”

“Y/N. Or better yet, don’t call me at all.” He lets out a dark laugh, as you turn and begin walking away from him.

He soon catches up and begins walking along side you “Seriously Pan, what do you want?” You tried to act as annoyed as possible, but secretly part of you was intrigued as to why he was trying to talk to you after 4 years of not saying a word to one another.

“I thought maybe we could hang out some time, we did used to be best buds after all.” He playfully elbows you in the side, just like he used to do when you were kids. However, due to him getting a lot bigger in the four years you hadn’t been friends, the force of it caused you to stumble. You were about to fall straight into the lockers next to you, when suddenly Peters strong arms were wrapped around your body, holding you in place. You couldn't help but be engulfed in his familiar scent. He had always smelt like the forest, but now there was something else there, something dark and tempting.

You were stunned for a moment, before pulling yourself together and forcing yourself to back out of Peters arms. He smiled down at you gently, trying to apologise for knocking you over with his eyes. You were about to thank him, before you realised what he was doing. You mentally cursed yourself. You couldn’t believe you had almost fell for it! You had seen this done before. Peter “accidentally” bumping into a girl and having to save her by wrapping her in his muscular arms. You scoffed and glared up at him “Why in hell would I ever hang out with you? We haven’t been friends in years and for good reason.” You looked deep into his eyes and could have sworn you saw a flicker of hurt. You almost eased up, before once again remembering how Peter liked to play. This was most definitely an act “Just leave me alone.” You once again turned your back on Peter, allowing yourself to get lost in the crowd. Thankful that this time he didn’t follow.

You met up with your best friend at her house after school and went into detail about your run in with Peter earlier that day.

“Maybe he just misses you? You guys were close when you were younger, you used to do everything together!” Your friend suggested.

You began pacing back and forth “Misses me?” You think it over in your head “Definitely not. It doesn’t take someone four years to realise they miss someone. Plus Peter has way to much pride, he would much rather watch me die than admit he misses me. He’s after something.”

“After something? Like what, help with his homework?” Your friend once again chimes in.

You stopped your pacing to look at her “No way, despite his demonic personality, he is actually quite smart.”

“Well, you know him better than anyone, what do you think he’s after?” Your friend asks.

You sit beside her on the bed and let out a long sigh. “I have no idea, and that’s the problem. Peter likes to pretend he’s unpredictable, but I almost always know what he’s thinking or how he’s going to act. But honestly, this time I’m stumped.” You admit.

You made your way home, your mind still trying to comprehend the events of your earlier encounter with Peter. You hated how much he was invading your thoughts, but you couldn’t help yourself! It had been so long since you had spoken, since he had even looked in your direction. The whole thing was too confusing.

You opened the front door to your home and dragged yourself inside, wanting nothing more than to eat your dinner and go to sleep. Dinner was already being laid out on the table in the dining room and you began to feel a lot better after seeing the impressive spread your mother had put on. “Hey mom! This looks amazing, I’m starving.” You were about to sit at your usual spot at the table when your mother steps in front of you.

“Not so fast!” You look up at her questioningly. “We have guests coming over.” She stated plainly. “Now go upstairs and get changed into something nice.”

You roll your eyes at her but do as she says. You didn’t need to ask who the guests were. You could already tell from the wine on the table who was coming over, it was your parents and Peters parents favourite drink after all.

You quickly changed out of your jeans and into a nice skirt and top. Even though Peters parents would come to your house at least once every few weeks for drinks or a quick catch-up, you knew your mother expected you to make a bit of effort when they were coming over for dinner, as in her words “It’s only polite.” Plus you didn’t mind dressing up nice once in a while.

After brushing through your hair and applying a small layer of mascara, you made your way downstairs. You could hear laughter coming from the dinning room, signaling Peters parents arrival. You walked into the room and was just about to greet them, when you are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dark green eyes boring into you. Peter was seated opposite your usual space, smirking slightly at your shocked appearance.

“Y/N dear! How are you?” Peters mother asked, dragging you out of your shocked state. You quickly look away from Peter and smile warmly at his mother, responding politely.

You make your way over to your seat and cautiously sit down, trying to avoid Peters overwhelming stares. Luckily your parents were too invested in their conversation to notice the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. You try to focus on what his parents were saying, acting as if you were invested in their conversation, when really your mind was reeling out of control.

It had been years since Peter had last stepped inside your home, let alone come over for dinner. He was always invited of course, except his parents always gave some lame excuse he had given them as to why he couldn’t attend. But now, after what had already passed between you at school, he suddenly decided you and your family was worth his time?

Anger and confusion began to build inside of you. He was definitely after something. And you were determined to find out what.

You didn’t speak one word to Peter throughout the whole meal, but you could feel his intense stare on you the whole time, almost daring you to get lost in his eyes. However, as your friend had said to you yesterday at Granny’s diner, thanks to your knowledge of Peters moves, you were impervious to all of his charms... or so you thought.

You made your way upstairs after dinner, Peter following closely behind. You had hoped to be rid of him, but thanks to your mother insisting you show him hospitality whilst they have a few more drinks, you were now stuck with him.

You hold open the door to your bedroom, allowing the enemy access to your most sacred space. You sit down on the edge of your bed and watch Peter warily as he begins to make his way around your room. “It’s changed a lot since I was last In here.” He states, finally breaking the deafening silence.

You nod slowly “Yeah well, it’s been quite a few years...”

Peter turns around suddenly, his dark eyes landing on you “Four to be exact.”

You nod once again, honestly surprised that he had remembered.

“It looks nice...” he continues “Much better than before. Glad to see you no longer have those awful childish posters.”

You glare up at him “At least my room was never full of barbies.” You defend yourself.

Peter smirks at you, amused at your defensive attitude “I think you’re well aware they were action figures, not barbies.” He walks towards you and sits on your bed, leaning back to make himself comfortable “But I think you’ll find my room has also changed quite a bit since you were last in it.” He looks you up and down suggestively “You’re always welcome to come over and see.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Was he really trying to flirt with you?! You quickly grab one of your pillows and fling it over at him, hitting him squarely in his face.

He grabs the pillow and moves it away, laughing darkly “Do you really want to start this love?” He threatens.

You grab another pillow, ready to defend yourself “I thought I told you to call me Y/N?” You state angrily.

He lets out a small smirk “Actually love. I think you’ll find you asked me not to call you at all.”

You launch another pillow at him, fed up with his flirtatious wit, except this time he was ready with a counter attack.

Soon enough pillows are being flung back and forth between you, which suddenly results in a full blown war. You were about to attack with another direct hit to Peters face, when you all of a sudden stumble and fall forward into him. You land hard against his chest, your body lay across the top of him. You were engulfed once again in his rich scent, the smell almost drawing you in, tempting you to take in more.

“Y/N?” Peter suddenly whispers, his warm breath tingling your ear “Are you okay love?”

You pull back suddenly, shocked at your own sudden dark thoughts aimed towards Peter.

You straighten up, avoiding his intense gaze. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry. I fell... I didn’t hurt you did I?” You pull yourself together and risk a glance in his direction, tying your best to keep yourself composed.

“I’m fine love, as long as you’re not hurt.” For a moment he almost seemed genuinely worried, and you could feel yourself open up to him. That was until you could see him holding back that devilish smirk. You couldn’t believe it. He thought he had got you.

After spending the entire day wondering why Peter had suddenly approached you, it never once crossed your mind that you may be his next conquest. 

On your first day, you had instantly assessed the students at the school and distinguished each of the groups, hoping to find one which you could fit into.

At the top of the food chain there was the popular ‘lads’ group, which filled the halls with testosterone and was lead by the overly cocky head boy. Next was the stereotypical girls group, who covered themselves in makeup and followed the latest trends, as well as of course having a gay best friend by their side.

Then there was the classic group of nerds, drug users and of course several loners and people who didn’t really fit into any of the above categories.

You thought life out in the country would be different compared to the city where you had grown up, but so far it had seemed almost identical, apart from the excessive talk and actual practice of sex.

You guessed being surrounded by hills and fields lead to people being so utterly bored that they all just relied on sex for fun.

You attended your first class and continued your assessment of the students, desperately wanting to find your own place within the mixture of people, but so far you had no luck.

You had liked the way the girl sitting on the desk beside you looked, with her pink dip dyed hair and edgy outfit, but as soon as you made eye contact and smiled in her general direction she put her middle finger up to you and from there it was a no go.

You sighed in defeat and began to eavesdrop on the conversation in front of you. Clearly the guy scratching the desk with a knife was a psycho and you should avoid him like the plague, but the awkward boy next to him seemed innocent enough.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he stuttered when he was talking, clearly feeling intimidated by the boy beside him.

He looked over at you at the sound of your giggle and blushed when he realised you had been watching him.

You were taken back slightly by his bright blue eyes and dark hair, if he wore glasses he would definitely remind you of Clark Kent and who doesn’t have a crush on Superman?

From then on you had tried to get close to the boy, whose name turned out to be Otis, but it had turned out seemingly more difficult than you thought.

You had managed to talk to his best friend Eric a few times and he had even invited you to sit with them, but for some reason Otis just wouldn’t talk to you and would barely even look in your general direction.

So when you had heard about this sex clinic, you decided to try it out and see if this so called ‘sex wizard’ would give you advice on how to approach your crush.

You had never really been interested in guys before, and had reserved yourself from them even more after a rumor at your old school spread that you were a slut who had banged one of your teachers.

Little did anyone else know, that you were in fact still a virgin and your teacher had tried to hit on you during a detention after school, which you very aggressively turned down by punching him in the face and breaking his nose. But of course no one would believe the word of a 17 year old girl over a teacher, so you were ultimately expelled and forced to exchange to a new school.

You booked in an appointment for the sex clinic through Maeve, who thankfully didn’t swear at you this time, but why would she? You did just pay her £20.

You were to meet this unknown sex wizard in the abandoned toilets at the back of the school during lunch.

You headed straight out there once your lesson had ended and nervously entered the cubicle beside the one which was already locked, and you assumed that was the ‘sex therapists office’.

“Err... hi.” You stuttered, feeling incredibly awkward and beginning to question why you were even doing this.

“Hi, Y/N isn’t it? What seems to be the problem?” A boys voice answered you and you paused in shock. For some reason you had been expecting the therapist to be a girl, as you couldn’t imagine any of the boys being mature enough to talk about sex problems. “Is everything alright?” He asks, clearly confused why you hadn’t answered his question yet.

“Oh right, sorry I just wasn’t expecting you to be a boy.” You admit.

“Does that make you feel uncomfortable?” He asks and you laugh slightly.

“Not really, the whole thing is just a bit embarrassing and I’m not too sure where to begin.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone has issues in the bedroom department. I’m simply here to make sure you reach your up to your full sexual potential.”

You sat in silence for a moment, before breaking out into a fit of laughs into what he had just said and soon enough he was laughing along with you.

“S-Sorry.” You apologise through your laughter.

“No, I’m sorry too. What I just said was super cringy.” He replied.

“It’s okay, you’ve made me feel more at ease now. And anyway I don’t have an issue in the bedroom, well I might do, but I wouldn’t know considering I haven’t ever done anything sexual.” You admit.

“Oh... right... well then what is it that I can help you with?” He says, sounding slightly relieved.

“Well the thing is, since the first day I started here I’ve been crushing on this guy. And considering I’ve never dated before, or even liked anyone, I’m not too sure how to handle it? Plus, I don’t even think he recognises my existent or is even slightly interested in me.” You admit and sigh in defeat.

You had spent the remainder of your lunch break talking to the therapist about your crush, but you never revealed who he was, scared that the therapist may pass the message on. You were relived you had spoken to him though, as you had enjoyed talking to him and he had given you some good advice.

The next day you decided you would try to approach Otis head on, rather than through his friend Eric. All you needed was a perfect opportunity to speak to him alone.

You rode in to school early on your bike and waited by the bike rack to greet Otis when he arrived. But of course he was with Eric.

You decided to shrug of this mild inconvenience and smiled towards them, greeting them both in a cheerful manor “Hi Otis, hi Eric!”

They both smiled back at you, and you were about to initiate a conversation with Otis, when Eric suddenly pulled you in and began walking next to you, linking his arm with yours and putting a barrier between you and Otis.

“So Y/N, I heard a couple of the boys in swing band talking about you and I was wondering if there was anyone here who had caught your eye?” Eric asks and you internally cringe, not knowing whether to admit you liked someone, considering he was standing only three feet away.

“I mean there are a few alright looking people here.” You try to play it cool.

“Well yeah, but is there someone who you desperately want to get in your pants?”

“Err- I don’t really...” Thankfully, you were cut off by a commotion outside the entrance to the school.

You, Otis and Eric gathered around to try and see what was going on, when suddenly everyone turned and began to stare at you.

“What is it?” You ask Eric, as you were unable to see what was written on the bunch of fliers stuck on the wall.

“Erm, it sort of says that you slept with a teacher in your old school and that’s why you had to transfer.”

You stood, paralyzed in shock.

You had no idea how anyone could’ve found out and you couldn’t believe that the rumours were still able to haunt you. So much for a fresh start.

You were unsure what to do, but as soon as you heard the whispers in the crowd of people calling you a slut and a whore, you could no longer stand their scrutinizing glares.

You fled the scene, ignoring the calls from Eric and rushed to the only safe place you knew- the abandoned toilets at the back of the school.

You needed to be alone and gather your thoughts. You flung the door open and headed straight into one of the cubicles and began to throw up.

Your mind was spinning out of control, remembering the awful hate comments you had to endure at your previous school and the haunting touch of your teachers hand on your thigh.

“Are you alright?”

You jump at the sound of the voice and look up to see Maeve staring anxiously down at you, pulling you out of your panic attack.

You began to breathe slowly and she sat down beside you, clearly offering you her support “Is this about the ridiculous rumors spreading around about you and that teacher?”

You roll your eyes “So you’ve heard?”

She shrugs awkwardly “Yeah, a lot of rumors get passed around this school. Apparently I bit a guys foreskin whilst giving him head, but in reality he tried to kiss me and I turned him down. People can be right dick heads, you just have to deal with it.”

You were surprised at how open she was being with you, but now you understood why she was so abrupt with you on your first day. “It’s easier to get hurt when you get close to people.”

You didn’t mean to say the last bit out loud, but she nods at you in agreement.

“But I’m guessing there was some truth to the rumor for it to affect you so much?” She states plainly and you end up telling her about your creep of a teacher trying to hit on you in an empty classroom.

She listened to your story and ended up comforting you, before you decided it would be best to head back to class.

You ignored the stares of the students as you passed through the hallway to your locker beside Eric’s, who happened to be there waiting for you.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

You smile at him reassuringly “Yeah I’m alright thanks. It’s just a ridiculous rumour. I don’t really care what people think about me, as long as I and the people I care about know the truth, that’s enough for me.”

He smiled at you “Yeah, I knew it couldn’t be true and don’t worry, after you bolted Otis stuck up for you and tore down the posters.”

“He did?” You questioned, surprised and also extremely happy that your crush supported you.

“Yeah, well he already knew you were a virgin, so there was no way it could be true.”

“Wait. What do you mean he knows I’m a virgin?” You ask uncertainly.

“Oh shoot, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Eric.” You glare up at him “Tell me now.”

“Oh god, okay. Well Otis sort of runs the sex clinic everyone has been talking about and I promise he keeps everyone’s issues confidential. He only tells me so that I can offer him occasional advice.”

Your heart sank.

You couldn’t believe you had been talking about having a crush on a guy in school, to the guy you had a crush on.

“I’m sorry Y/N! And that’s why I asked you who you fancied this morning, because we were hoping you would tell us and it would make it easier to help you, along with other reasons.”

You were in too much shock to ask him what the other reason was and closed your locker. No longer wanting to deal with school, and the embarrassment that was your life, you decided to skip.

You were walking along the river, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your face and the warm breeze passing through your hair. The sense of freedom you felt from the surrounding area was the only thing you liked about moving to the country, along with crushing on a certain someone. 

Your mind turned to Otis, you couldn’t believe he was offering sex advice. You for sure thought he was a virgin who hadn’t even kissed a girl, but I guess your judgment of him had been wrong. Similar to how people’s judgment of you had been wrong in regards to the rumour. 

You let out a sigh. You were so conflicted with your feelings. On the one hand you were so glad that Otis had stood up for you, but you couldn’t believe you had been going into detail about how much you liked him to HIM! And now he would definitely think you fancied someone else, making it even more difficult for you to approach him and hint that the one you had feelings towards was him!

You backtracked along the river, your thoughts preoccupied with obsessing over Otis and how you would deal with everyone at school the next day, that you hadn’t even noticed the two boys cycling across the bridge just above you. 

“Hey Y/N!” You jumped at the sound of your name and let out a small squeal in surprise. You looked up towards the bridge and had to cover your eyes with your hand to see through the glare of the sun. 

Otis and Eric were looking down at you. Eric waving manically, whilst Otis nodded towards you and let out a small smile. “Hi guys.” You replied, “Heading home?” 

“We are going to Otis’s to play some smash bros, what about you?” Eric replied. 

“I’ll probs head home soon too. Smash sounds good, but I think I’ll be playing some Zelda tonight, hopefully this time I’ll remember to save and won’t lose three hours of gameplay.” You sighed, thinking about how annoyed you had been earlier in the week when it had happened and how that was the most dramatic thing in your life. However, after today that was the least of your concerns but it still somehow managed to bug you. 

Eric gave Otis a look and Otis turned away in embarrassment, which you failed to notice due to your internal rambling. 

“Otis likes Zelda too, you should join us for a games night sometime!” He smiled at you, which you returned. You were about to accept until you noticed Otis shift uncomfortably at the mention of you joining them.

“Ermm... yeah, maybe at some point.” You smiled towards them both “Anyway, I don’t want to keep you guys and I best be heading home. See you tomorrow.” You were about to turn away when Otis suddenly called out to you. 

“Will you be in school tomorrow?” He questioned. 

You looked back towards him and smiled, glad he was finally speaking to you “Of course! I can’t keep running away from the rumors forever and how fun will school be without the current centre of attention being there? I’ve got to keep the lesser beings entertained somehow!” You shrugged your shoulders and they both laughed at your response. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Otis replied, looking you dead in the eye. 

It all began on your first day at Hogwarts, when you, a muggle born, was placed into Slytherin.

You were instantly outcast from your peers. No one in your house wanted to be friends with someone from your caliber, and no one from the other houses had an interest in befriending a Slytherin.

The rest of your problems however, began in your fifth year at Hogwarts, regarding this ridiculous rumor.

Until now you had managed to avoid any real issues, by keeping your head down and hiding away at the top of the Astronomy tower to study.

Of course, you still received snide remarks about your blood status, especially from the ring leader Draco Malfoy. But all in all, you lived a quite life at Hogwarts.

The night before the rumor began, you were studying as usual in your favourite spot in the astronomy tower, you books piled beside you, whilst you dangled your legs over the side and admired the view. The sunset slowly descending behind the hills always managed to provide you with the feeling of tranquility and peace.

You packed your books away into your bag, readying yourself to return to the common room for the night, when you heard two sets of footsteps approaching.

Afraid they would belong to a teacher, you hid yourself behind one of the large golden telescopes, not wanting to be caught and have your secret hiding place discovered- the astronomy tower was out of bounds except for classes after all.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the foot steps didn’t in fact belong to a professor after all, but rather two sets of pupils. Blaise Zabini from Slytherin and a random girl from Hufflepuff.

You prayed they had simply been sent to fetch something and would leave soon, but your prayers were not answered and instead you edged further back into the shadows, not believing what you were witnessing.

The two students had begun to undress themselves and lay on the floor, bodies tangled together, inches away from where you were sitting earlier.

Not wanting to watch anything else begin to unfold, you stealthily crept along the room, edging towards the only door into the astronomy tower.

You managed to get there unseen and slipped through the slightly ajar door, unnoticed.

You sprinted down the staircase, not caring if they heard your footsteps, as long as you managed to get away safely.

You reached the bottom of the staircase, your cheeks burning red and struggling to catch your breath.

You stopped for a moment, to compose yourself, wanting to push aside the thoughts of what you had just witnessed and began to return to the common room, trying to act as innocent as possible.

The next day the rumors had begun to spread.

You were sitting alone, in your usual spot at the Slytherin table for breakfast, when you heard a glimpse of the conversation, between a group of girls sitting next to you.

“Yes I heard she saw her coming down from the astronomy tower, all breathless and flustered.” One of them whispered.

“But how do you know that’s what she was up to?” Another asked, not entirely convinced.

“Because not long after Blaise came down the stairs, and he was also breathless, buttoning up his shirt, with the zipper on his trousers still undone!”

‘So someone found out about them then?’ You thought to yourself ‘Well they weren’t exactly stealthy about it. I was standing only a few feet away, and they left the door open.’

You continued to listen in, wondering who it was who had caught them.

“I can’t believe he would stoop so low though.” Pansy Parkinson interrupted “He wouldn’t actually like a mudblood like her, I bet he is just using her for sex.”

You were used to people calling you a mudblood, but you didn’t expect the Hufflepuff girl to be referred to as once, simply from being in a different house.

“Honestly, I always knew she was a slut that Y/N Y/L/N!” Pansy finished, no longer bothering to keep her voice down.

You couldn’t help but jump at the sudden mention of your name. You looked over at the group and was shocked to find them all glaring daggers in your direction.

Surely you must have heard wrong. There was no possible way everyone thought you were the one spending the night with Blaise in the astronomy tower. Unless…

Someone must have seen you leaving, and Blaise had obviously heard your footsteps and rushed down after you!

By the third lesson the rumor had spread like wildfire, and there was no way for you to extinguish it. You had no friends to confide in, or help you plead your innocence and quite frankly no one would believe you anyway.

What you did find strange however, is why Blaise hadn’t tried to shut down the rumour, surely, he wouldn’t want everyone thinking you were together.

However, by lunchtime it all became clear.

There Blaise was, surrounding by a large group of guys, bragging that he had slept with you. You couldn’t believe it.

Without a second thought, you stormed over to his table, ignoring the calls and shouts of the guys surrounding him and poured his drink over his head.

He stood up, towering over you menacingly, but stopped in his attack when he looked down and noticed you pointing your wand towards him.

“If you say one more lie about me, I will fucking curse you! Do you understand?” He nodded his head slowly and you lowered your wand.

You left the hall instantly, not wanting to attract the teacher’s attention and risk getting expelled. But where could you go? The common room was a definite no go, and you didn’t want to risk going back to the astronomy tower until the rumours had died down.

You strode out of the school, wanting the fresh air to help cool down your burning rage. As soon as you reached the edge of the grounds you began to stroll around vacantly, allowing the tears that had been threatening to escape finally run down your cheeks.

You eventually ended up at the lake and sat on the end of the peer, manipulating the water to form different shapes with your wand.

“Hey that’s pretty cool. Mind teaching me that spell?” You jumped at the sudden voice, and let out a small squeal. Fred Weasley was standing behind you, a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yes you did.” You reply sharply “Otherwise you wouldn’t be smirking, clearly pleased with yourself” You turned back to look out at the lake, hoping he would get the idea that he wasn’t welcome and would leave.

Instead he took a seat beside you “Okay so maybe I did mean to scare you a little bit.” He admits “I just didn’t like seeing you with such a sad look on your face.”

“I don’t have a sad look on my face.” You turned to him defensively.

“Well not anymore you don’t!” He chuckled “Now you just look pissed off.”

“Hmm I wonder why?” You reply sarcastically, causing him to let out another light hearted laugh.

“Well I sincerely apologise for offending you, would you please forgive such a foolish man as myself?” He bowed towards you, causing you to smile slightly.

“And what will you do to earn my forgiveness?” You ask, playing along.

He stood up abruptly, startling you slightly “My good lady, I would climb mountains for you, travel across deserts. I would even jump in this squid infested lake for you!”

“Words. They mean nothing to me! I want to see actions!” You smile up at him, glad for his presence and the fact that he was trying so hard to cheer you up.

“If that is what my lady wishes.” He began to take off his shoes and robe.

You stared up at him questioningly “What are you doing?”

His shirt was suddenly undone and he began to unbuckle his belt. You stood up defensively “Just because there is a rumour going around that I had sex with Blaise, does not mean I am up for doing it with anybody!”

Fred suddenly edged towards you, his hands raised “Oh no Y/N, that’s not what I’m doing. I know you didn’t do it with Blaise. I promise…”

“…Then why are you getting undressed?!” You interrupted and he suddenly had a serious look on his face.

“Because I’m going to jump in the lake for you. You did say words meant nothing.”

You stood, staring at him in shock “You’ve got to be joking?”

He smiled mischievously down at you “I’m afraid I’m not this time.” He carried on unbuckling his trousers until he was standing there in nothing but his boxers.

You watched him for a moment dumbfounded and impressed by the view, before you realised he was already walking to the edge of the pier.

“Fred, stop! You don’t have to actually do this! I was joking.”

He turned and winked at you, “Sorry but when I promise something, I never break that promise.” He went to step of the edge, and before you could stop yourself, you were latching onto his bare chest, trying to stop him from going into the lake.

Except, your plan to save him didn’t go as planned and the next thing you knew, you were also falling into the lake with him.

The cold water engulfed you, temporarily freezing your muscles. You fought against it and pushed you way to the surface, spluttering.

You were shaking from the cold and looked around in panic for Fred. A mound of red hair suddenly shot out of the water “Jesus fucking Christ it’s cold.” He turned towards you suddenly “And why did you jump in with me?!” He swam towards you, and wrapped you up in his arms.

You pressed against his body, a slight blush on your cheeks “I was trying to save you.” You replied timidly.

He laughed heartily “And in the process you killed us both!”

“Hey we are not dead!” You defend yourself, “Well at least not yet, but I think if we stay in here any longer, we may catch hypothermia.”

You reluctantly pushed yourself away from Fred and swam back to the bank of the lake, with Fred following closely behind. He helped you out of the water and ran to get his clothes.

You struggled out of your wet robes, and stood shaking, waiting for him to get dressed.

Fred sprinted back over to you and forced his jumper over your head “Here this should keep you warm for now.”

“But what about you?” You asked worried for his health.

“Don’t worry about me my lady.” He put on a joking voice “I am here to protect and serve your every command.”

“Well then, I command you to run back to your common room as quickly as possible and dry off before you catch a cold!”

He once again smiled down at you, a playful glint in his eye “As you wish.”

Tom had been pacing around his apartment, unable to sleep. 

Y/N’s words had been continuously playing around in his mind, preventing him from focusing on his plan. 

He scoffed again “Loneliness? That is such a muggle feeling. How could I ever feel lonely if I am surrounded by my followers, with the whole world kneeling at my feet.” 

His mind once again began to wonder “I’d love to see her kneeling before me.”

He shook his head, he would not think such indecent thoughts, not in this most crucial time. He had to stay focused, he was so close to achieving his dream. 

There was only one thing for it. He would have to kill the girl. 

It was the only way to forget about her. 

Tom made his way to Little Hanglington and perched outside the old care takers cottage, he knew she was in there. He could sense her. 

He scoured his way through the bushes to the back of the cottage. The kitchen window was slightly ajar and an inviting smell of freshly baked bread was escaping from inside. 

He couldn’t help but move closer to the window, suddenly attracted by the sound of Y/N’s soft voice floating out from inside. 

He could see her bustling about the kitchen, her soft skin and apron covered in flower. 

She looked different with her hair tied up, more sophisticated, which contrasted to her childish appearance of her smiling gently, covered in flower. 

She got the bread from out of the oven and brought it over to the window, leaving it there to cool. She looked out for a while and Tom moved back, not wanting to be seen. 

He knew he was there to kill her, but he found himself enjoying watching her. 

She glanced in his direction and Tom quickly hid behind a tree, worried he may have been caught. 

He stayed there for a while, motionless. 

After a minute had passed, he risked a glance around the tree and into the kitchen window, finding himself disappointed when Y/N was no longer standing there. 

He lent back against the tree and sighed. 

“Looking for something?” 

Tom jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to sneak up on him. 

It was her.

“I... err...” It was the first time he had ever stumbled over his words, usually he was quick to respond and could manipulate a story at the drop of a hat, but when it came to her, his mind seemed to go blank. 

“I saw you from the window.” Y/N stated “I thought you might be here to see me” She sounded almost hopeful, which made Tom smirk. 

“Did you want me to come and see you?” He couldn’t believe he was actually flirting with this muggle girl. 

She smiled innocently, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, which made Tom shiver. 

“I may have been hoping for our paths to cross again.” 

Tom edged towards her “And why is that?” He took her hands in his and faltered slightly when she stared at him.

“I never got your name. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She said suddenly, not reacting to his advances as he hoped she would. 

“Tom. Tom Riddle.” 

He had it all planned out. He would walk straight into the Riddle household where his father was currently residing and he would look him straight in the eye as he performed, for the first time, the killing curse.

He had dreamed about this moment for years, finding himself in a state of euphoria imagining the shocked look on his father’s face, as his own son, the son he had abandoned before birth was the one to end his meaningless existence. 

This is where it would all begin.

The true birth of the Dark Lord.

He had just entered the grounds of his families residence, readying his wand with a heinous look plastered over his face, his eyes glinting with pure malice.

He walked through the gate and began down the long path towards the home.

He was merely a few feet away from the door, when his fully thought through plan was instantly hindered.

He had heard a soft voice, floating gently towards him from behind one of the rose bushes.

He stopped dead in his tracks, not wanting to be seen entering the home.

He hid himself behind the nearest trees and watched intently as a young girl, around the same age as himself wondered along the path where he had been standing not a few moments before.

She was carrying a basket of tools and her dress was smothered with mud. She began trimming the rose bush, singing gently beneath her breathe. Her long Y/H/C hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her hands although covered in mud, were delicate and slender.

Tom couldn’t help but stare. She was nothing like the girls who had attended Hogwarts, she looked like one of those princesses the young girls in the Orphanage used to fawn over.

After a observing her for a moment, curious about the beauty stood in front of him, he eventually brought himself out of his daze, remembering the reason he was here.

Nothing, not even the girl stood before him would stop him.

He once again readied his wand and pointed it towards her, she could just be another one of the innocent lives he had to sacrifice. She was most likely a filthy muggle girl anyway and had no purpose to live on this earth which would soon be ruled by himself and his followers.

“It will be kinder to kill her now, than to watch her suffer and be tortured later on.” He told himself, still not being able to mutter the two simple words that would kill her instantly.

He let out a sigh and began the spell “Avada…” He was interrupted by the sudden sounds of more footsteps.

He once again lowered his wand and moved back slightly, to ensure he was not caught.

Someone had approached the young girl and had begun a conversation with her. She laughed gently and the innocent sound stunned him, making his heart do something it had never done before- beat.

She laughed again, this time along with a deeper, male laugh. Tom edged forward on impulse, not understanding why he was so annoyed she was laughing along with another man.

He peeked through a gap in the trees and studied the man beside her. He was older, his dark hair greying slightly. He had a sharp jaw and familiar eyes that were so similar to his own. It was his Father.

He had his hand on the girl’s shoulder and was looking at her the same way Tom had when he had first saw her, with bewilderment and lust.

The look in his fathers eyes aggravated Tom, remembering how he had abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him, he pointed out his wand in disgust at his obvious flirtatious behaviour. He almost cursed his father then and there, but was conflicted as his plan wouldn’t go into accordance.

He wanted to be looking his father directly in the eye, not cursing him from behind whilst cowering away behind a tree.

He lowered his wand in annoyance, wanting the young girl to just hurry and leave, so his father would go back inside and he could get on with the murder properly.

He stayed hidden as he watched the scene unfold before him. The girl continued to prune the roses, talking avidly about her fathers recovery and the fact that he would return back to work manning the grounds soon.

So she was the ground keepers daughter.

“Well you’re always welcome to stroll the grounds once your father returns. And be sure to come over and visit me and my parents sometimes too, we would all love your company.” Tom despised the way his no good father was drooling over the young girl, and he could no longer hold himself back when his father began to lean towards the girl.

She moved back uncomfortably, looking around, eyes wide in shock.

“It’s okay Y/N, we are alone, no one will see us.” He had now grabbed a hold of her arms, preventing her from escaping. She wriggled against him helplessly “If you wish for your father to remain employed, then I would stay still if I were you.” He threatened.

He was just about to close the gap between himself and the young girl, when on impulse Tom decided to intervene. He flicked his wand in his father’s direction, causing him to trip over and land heavily on the ground.

The young girl looked around for a moment, confused as to what had just happened, before taking the opportunity to escape. She ran down the path, through the gate and out of site.

Tom smirked contently at the site of his father struggling on the ground “You’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough father.” He whispered to himself “Your time for suffering has only just begun.”

Over the next few days Tom had returned to the Riddle household, but it wasn’t for his original plan.

Each time he went to storm into the home and murder his father, he was stopped by a glimpse of golden hair or the sound of soft footsteps.

This girl was driving him mad. She seemed to appear around every corner, as if she was an obstacle put there purely to prevent him from making his horcruxes.

If this didn’t stop happening, sooner or later he would have to kill her. Yet, he had been telling himself the exact same thing all week, up until this very moment.

The next day there was no sign of her. He had managed to make his way along the path and to the door without so much as a glimpse of her.

He unlocked the door and proceeded, for the first time into the Riddle family home.

He had finally done it. His father and grandparents were dead. His soul was now split into four pieces, the separated parts, placed strategically into the items he had chosen.

He was now officially immortal. Except it wasn’t enough. He craved more. Seven was the number he had decided on.

The next week he once again returned to the Riddle home and made his way to the graveyard not too far away.

It was the day of the funeral. He observed from afar as his father was lowered into the hole under the ground. A large statue of death, towering above him.

Several people from the town had attended the funeral, not because they cared for his father, but simply because they were intrigued by the curious cause of his and his seemingly healthy parents death. 

No one knew what had truly happened to them, as the coroners report came back to show there was no sign of poison, stab wounds or strangulation. They just dropped dead of their own accord. 

He scanned the crowd in disgust, attending the funeral was not apart of his great plan, but he found himself wanting to see the young girl one last time before he moved onto greater things. 

He sighed in defeat. She had not attended the funeral. 

“But why would she?” He asked himself “His vile father had tried to attack her only a week prior.” 

He waited until the service was over and the crowd had began to disperse, none of them bothering to throw some dirt or a rose onto his fathers coffin. 

When he was sure he was finally alone, he made his way over to the freshly filled grave. 

He looked down at the ground and cursed his fathers name under his breathe.

“Did you know him well? Are you family of his?” The sudden sound of the voice startled him and he peered beside him to see the girl standing next to him, observing the grave stone.

“Not exactly.” He replied, stunned. 

She looked up at him and her eyes widened slightly “But… you look exactly like him. Only younger, like you’re his son?” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

“I am his son.” He admits, not seeming to be able to lie to the girl.

She nodded her head slowly “I didn’t know he had a son. Do you live with your mother?” She asked.

“It’s none of your business.” He replied harshly, not wanting to get into his family’s dark history.

She looked away embarrassed “You’re right I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t have many people to talk to, I’m not quite sure what the proper etiquette is.” She bit her lip awkwardly “Oh right, I guess I should give my condolences, I am very sorry about your father.”

Tom simply nodded, smirking slightly at the fact she was apologising to his father’s murderer. “If only she knew what I was.” He thought to himself “She would run away screaming with fright.” The thought of it made him chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked, gazing up at him wonderingly “Was it a happy memory?”

He scoffed “Not exactly, I don’t have many of those.”

She shifted uncomfortably “Well, we are all meant to end up in the ground someday. I hope we can take comfort in that.”

“Not all of us.” She looked up at him questioningly “Wouldn’t you like to live forever?” He asked.

“No.” She answered without a second thought.

“Why not?” He asked, genuinely interested in her response.

“It would be lonely.” She paused for a moment, placing a rose delicately on top of the fresh mound of dirt “Although, it would be nice to live for a little bit longer, you know? To live a full and meaningful life.”

“And what do you think makes a life have meaning?” He waited for her answer, interested to see what muggle’s thought was of importance in their tragic lives.

“Family. To procreate is the reason for existence, it allows us to continue on living through others. It’s the closest way to reach immortality and It also surrounds you with the most powerful force ever. Love.”  

When you first attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, you had be-friended almost all of the students, across each of the four houses. You were a people pleaser. You enjoyed the company of others and prided yourself off of making others happy. 

You were so well liked throughout the school, in fact, that you had even become good friends with moaning Myrtle- the ghost that haunted the girls lavatory. 

You had stumbled across her in your third year and listened to her complaints and tried to comfort her the best you could. 

From then on, you would regularly meet with her each week and allow her to off load her troubles to you and in return, she would tell you if any students had entered the toilets upset and you would then go find them and allow them to do the same, enabling you to create stronger bonds with your peers. 

Even most of the Slytherin house tolerated you- all except one boy in particular- Draco Malfoy. 

He would constantly sneer hateful remarks at you during lessons, and after several unsuccessful attempts to try and be-friend him, you finally decided to give up. 

But for some unknown reason, he would always catch your eye. 

You were now in your sixth year and had just endured a double potions lesson. After hyping yourself up to try and ignore Draco’s usual hateful remarks, you were surprised to see him sitting quietly in the corner of the room- barely even concentrating on brewing his potion. 

You had eyed him suspiciously throughout the whole lesson- desperately wanting to ask if he was okay- but of course knowing he would shrug off your concern. 

After dinner, you decided to catch up with Myrtle and let out a long sigh- thoughts of Draco still invading your mind. 

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Myrtle asks “You seem even more depressed than me.” 

You can’t help but chuckle at her remark “You know, throughout all these years of friendship, you have never once asked me how I was.” You smile over at her, grateful that she cared for you, the same way you did for her “But I’m fine thanks, just worried about another student- he doesn’t seem to be himself.” 

Myrtle floats over and hovers in front of you “There has actually been a boy in your year coming into this cubicle for the past week and crying. I enjoy watching him- he’s extremely handsome.” 

“Hmm, I doubt it’s him. He’s not the type of guy to sneak into the girls lavatory for a quick cry, but could you please let me know who it is, so I can at least see if this other person is okay?”

Myrtle nods at you in understanding and begins to describe the crying boy “Well like I already said, he’s extremely handsome, well dressed, has beautiful blue eyes and light blonde hair- so bright that it almost appears silver. And his name is Draco. Draco Malfoy.” 

That night you couldn’t sleep. 

So it was in fact Draco who had been crying in the toilets, and after finding out, your concern for him only grew stronger. 

You needed to devise a plan to speak to him and get him to open up to you, so you were able to help and support him, rather than having him push you away. 

But you knew, if you made one wrong move it would be game over. 

The next day you visited the girls lavatory several times, to talk to Myrtle and think of a way to approach Draco. 

However, by the third visit, you were thrown into the deep end, when Draco himself suddenly burst through the doors and began to cry over one of the sinks. 

In your panic, you hid yourself in a cubicle and was forced to listen to his muffled cries through the door. 

You didn’t know what to do. You had to force yourself not to burst out and run over to him- hating hearing the sound of him upset, but you also didn’t want to scare him away. 

No longer able to endure the sounds of him crying alone, you gently crept out of the cubicle and stood behind him, placing your hand gently on his shoulder for comfort. 

His head shot up and his teary eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. He stayed frozen for a moment and seemed to take comfort in your embrace, before his eyes suddenly transitioned into a dark glare and he swirled around, knocking off your hand with brute force “Don’t you dare touch me, you filthy mudblood!” 

You stumbled back in shock, before composing yourself and remembering that Draco was the one who was suffering and you had decided to support him, no matter how badly he treated you or anyone else. 

You reached your hand back towards him, trying to convey with your eyes that you were there for him “Draco, It’s okay...” 

You were unable to finish your sentence however, as he once again pushes you away, this time knocking you to the ground. 

You land heavily on the floor and groan in pain, before looking up at Draco. 

You notice him hesitate and the look of panic and concern on his face, confirms to you the fact that he wasn’t all bad and could actually show remorse for his actions and that was the only signal you needed. 

You got back onto your feet and this time you rushed over to Draco and pulled him into a tight embrace, not allowing him the chance to once again push you away and to your surprise, it worked. 

He held tightly onto you, returning your embrace and buried his face into your neck “I’m so sorry Y/N... I didn’t mean to push you that hard.” He stutters, between tears. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m not hurt.” You comforted him “I’m here for you- always.”

You had allowed Draco to cry on your shoulder for over an hour and after wiping away his tears, you sat on the ground together, resting your back against the sink. 

“So, do you want to talk about it?” You finally ask, breaking the daunting silence that had settled over the room. 

He groaned and shifted uncomfortably “No, not really. I didn’t mean for anyone to see me like that. I must have looked pathetic and weak.” 

You took Draco’s hand in yours and faced him “Of course not, everyone is allowed to break down from time to time.” 

You smiled at him encouragingly and he rolled his eyes at your enthusiasm. 

“You better not tell anyone about this.” He suddenly threatened “Or I swear I’ll...” 

“I know, you’ll curse me, poison me, feed me to the dementors.” You joke, causing him to laugh. 

You couldn’t help but be taken back by his smile, which caused butterflies to form in your stomach.

Your eyes met and suddenly the atmosphere within the room shifted into a different kind of tension. 

You couldn’t help but lean towards him, being drawn in by the depth of his blue eyes. 

Soon enough, your faces were only inches apart and you could feel Draco’s warm skin radiating onto you, pulling you closer towards him. 

You closed your eyes in anticipation, no longer being able to handle his intense gaze and afraid to get lost in his eyes. 

His lips finally pressed against yours, slowly and gently, as if unsure whether he was allowed to move any closer. 

You closed the remaining gap between you, and your breathe caught in your throat at the intensity of the kiss. 

You could feel the lingering tears on Draco’s cheeks, which causes you to wrap your arms around his neck for comfort and support, which only brought the two of you closer together. 

It was the most passionate kiss you had ever shared with anyone. It was filled with so much emotion- love, desire, pain and helplessness all in one. 

It caused your mind to explode and your stomach to turn. 

But most of all, it caused your heart to beat rapidly out of control. 

And from that moment forward your heart would continue to beat for and only for Draco. 

Defence against the dark arts was your passion.

Ever since your parents had told you about the magnificent wizarding school-Hogwarts and all of the classes you would attend, you knew instantly the line of work you wished to go into to. 

Risking your life to protect your loved ones and saving the world from dark witches and wizards had become your dream. 

When you finally became a student, you attended every lesson early and earned full marks in every quiz. You thought you would never get bored of learning new defensive spells and about the dark creatures that lurked in every corner. 

That was until the day the new defence against the dark arts teacher was announced and you had instantly come to despise your DADA lessons. 

Professor Lockhart was a spineless fraud, with a fake smile and vain attitude. 

He made a mockery of himself and his work and the way the girls in your class fawned over him made you sick. 

You couldn’t understand how he had managed to become a professor at Hogwarts or how none of the other professors questioned his ability, as clearly everything he had written in is books were lies. 

You rested your head on your desk and let out an aggravated sigh. Fed up with Lockharts lecture, which was supposed to be on counter jinxes, yet mainly focused on stories about himself. 

The Weasley twins, who sat on the desk in front of you, looked over their shoulders in sync at the sound of your sigh, seeming surprised that the top student in the class was no longer paying attention.

You began to flick through your book, embarrassed that they were looking over at you and decided to read into jinxes and counter jinxes for yourself. You found a particularly interesting jinx and feeling infuriated at Lockharts lecture, decided it was best to learn through a practical approach. 

You pulled your wand out of your robes and aimed it towards Lockhart from under your desk. You summoned the spell ‘levicorpus’ in your mind, and instantaneously Lockhart was lifted up in the air by his ankles, which then caused his wig to fall to the floor. 

The whole class sat in a stunned silence,before erupting into laughter. 

Lockhart began calling out for help, which you found amusing, considering he was teaching a class on counter jinx’s and could easily undo the jinx if he was well versed in DADA. 

Your eyes met Lockharts and you couldn’t help but smirk after seeing the pure panic on his face “Ah Y/N. Please could you show the class how you undo this particular jinx?.” He pleaded and you had to admit you enjoyed the satisfaction of him asking for your assistance and secretly knowing you could do a better job as the defence against the dark arts teacher than him. 

You smiled darkly “Of course Professor.” You summoned the counter jinx ‘Liberacorpus’ in your mind and let him tumble to the ground, not bothering to help soften his fall.

He hurriedly put his wig back on his head and glared over in your direction. You were worried that he had found out it was you who jinxed him in the first place, but was surprised when he reprimanded the Weasley twins in your stead. 

You felt guilty for having them take the blame, but at the same time you didn’t wish to ruin your reputation as a diligent student and luckily they were only given one night of detention. 

You headed straight to the Library during lunch, taking your usual place at the back of the library and studying whilst you ate. 

You had made a few friends, but to you, studying to become an Auror came first. 

After a few hours of cramming in your homework, you began to head back to your dormitory. 

You passed by the trophy room and stopped when you heard a noise inside. You pressed your ear against the door and heard muffled voices. You were about to walk away, before remembering the twins had received detention because of you and were being forced to clean the trophy's. 

You sighed in defeat and decided to open the door, feeling guilty for them being punished on your behalf. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before you. Fred and George were surrounded by a pile of trophies and were laying on the floor looking utterly defeated- clearly being forced to clean them all without any magic. 

The sat up at the sound of your laugh and you tried to put on a straight face and look as innocent as possible. 

“Ah Y/N, kind of you to join us.” Fred began. 

“Are you here to take responsibility for your reckless actions?” George finished. 

You stumbled back, feeling ashamed “What do you mean?” You ask. 

They both lift their eyebrows at you disbelievingly “Now don’t play coy Y/N. We know it was you who jinxed Lockhart.” Fred said, 

“Yeah no one else could pull of a jinx like that in their mind, and besides...” George continued. 

“We were watching you.”  The finish together. 

You couldn’t help but blush at their words and avoided their gaze “Oh... well sorry. I didn’t mean for you to take the blame. Please don’t be mad, I’ll pay you back somehow.”

They both smirk over at you “Don’t worry Y/N. We aren’t mad. However, we do know of a way you can pay us back.” They smile mischievously and walk over to you, taking your hands in theirs. 

“You can become our secret weapon!” 

You look up at them confused “Huh?”

Fred pulls you towards him and places his hands on your cheeks “Well Y/N, that stunt you pulled in DADA was genius and you were able to get away with it, considering your perfect reputation.” 

George stands behind you and pats you gently on the head “And we wish to cause as much mayhem as we can, but are constantly getting caught. But with you by our side, you can pull some amazing pranks from the sidelines, and they will be unable to prove it was us!” 

You processed their words, and after remembering the thrill you received from messing with Lockhart earlier that day, you were unable to refuse. 

You smiled up at them and took their hands in yours “Sounds good to me.” 

They laughed and pulled you into a group hug, before each placing a kiss on your forehead, causing your heart to skip a beat. 

Your next few months at Hogwarts were definitely going to be a wild ride.