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So, I fear Freddie Stroma's Cormac Mclaggen would be paired so beautifully with a Ravenclaw who literally was just Kat Stratford in another form. (Say you agree...) Yay! We all agree on this...so here's a unique fanfiction that I thought of whilst on the way home from college. Some of the dialogue will be taken directly from the film, "10 Things I hate About You," and they are not mine. Obviously. They'll be in bold! So, now that we have that out of the way, enjoy lovelies <3

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You were known for being the rudest Ravenclaw in all of Hogwarts history. It's not like you could help not having the tolerance for idiotic witches and wizards, and you especially couldn't act like you had the tolerance for those who acted above others just because of blood status. And unfortunately for everyone else at Hogwarts, the bloody school was full of these twats. You walked down halls? People parted a path to avoid you. Your friends? Not that you had much, but Pansy fucking Parkinson just happened to be your best friend which didn't help your reputation.

What also didn't help much was that you had a famous rivalry for Cormac Mclaggen. You had met in your first years on the train-- you offered friendship and he stuck his nose in the air at you. Even eleven-year-old you knew the word prick and when to use it, and Cormac Mclaggen was the best example you had. Ever since, you were rivals everywhere and anywhere. Grades? You had the highest out of the two (and quite frankly some of the highest in your year- Granger being the first), but Cormac was close behind you. If you were partners in class? At each other's throats constantly to the point Dumbledore had to issue a "L/N and Mclaggen No Partner Act," in which professors weren't allowed to pair you two together anymore.

You two were at each other's throats constantly, which caused for major distractions for the rest of the students. Your friends joked that you were just waiting to pounce on the idiot, which was just not true. If anything, he was waiting to pounce on you.

And Quidditch? Oh, it was so much worse. You two weren't old enough to be on the team quite yet, but this was the year Mclaggen and you were going to try out for the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor team. This was the year you both were going to find out who was truly better. And it was definitely going to be you. Without a doubt.

"Y/N!" Pansy snapped her fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. You were zoning out again--oops.

"Sorry, what?" You turned your focus back to your best friend, who sat in between Draco Malfoy (another example of a prick, but your tolerance was somewhat okay with him due to Pansy's infatuation with him) and Theordore Nott. Instead of your usual Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, you were squished between Mattheo Riddle and Blaise Zabini at the Slytherin table. Your navy blue robes clashed seriously with their green, but your personalities were the same nonetheless. Except you were a tad more polite. Unless it was Cormac, of course. Or stupid people. Or-

"You were staring at Mclaggen again." The boys snickered, with Pansy smirking as usual. You felt your face heat up, and you shoved roasted chicken in your mouth.

"No, I wasn't! Why would I stare at such a vile little man? He's disgusting, really! Merlin, Pansy, to think you would even mention his name around me-" Your friends cut you off with their amusement.

"Don't talk with your food open, Y/N," Blaise so lovingly advised.

"Oh, be serious, L/N. You were totally eyefucking Mclaggen, who just so happens to be returning the favor," Mattheo teased. You couldn't help but look back over to Mclaggen, who was indeed staring you down. He waved his fingers at you, in which you stabbed your plate with your fork.

"Merlin, Y/N, are you trying to break the plate?" Blaise was seriously about to be your next victim.

"Whatever. Oi, Malfoy, are we still meeting up tomorrow to work on the Transfiguartion project?" You asked. McGongall had paired the two of you together, much to your dismay. Sure, your tolerance lasted a little longer with him, but it only had so much time. Plus, it was better than being paired with Cormac.

"Yes, L/N." Your interactions weren't ever that long. Your family disagreed with the Malfoys, as the L/N's were one of the only legacy families who couldn't give two shits about blood status. Waving the lads (and Pansy) goodbye, you walked out the Great Hall. I feel like I'm forgetting something, you thought. Eh, probably just forgot a quill. Going to the Quidditch field would be smart, to get extra practice in before tryouts. All houses were trying out today, only at different times. If you were captain, you would've specifically requested to be the only team trying out today. But, you weren't on the team yet. You had to make the team. It would be hilarious if Cormac didn't make the Gryffindor team, but you couldn't help but hope he'd make it. It would make the competition way more fun.

What you didn't know, was that all of your friends witnessed Mclaggen practically shove first years out the way to follow behind you. With knowing glances, they continued their conversations without you (and definitely didn't gossip about how you and Mclaggen need to get in a broom closet already and fuck it out).

"What is it, Asshole Day? I know it's you, Mclaggen."

"Hello L/N. Make anyone cry today?" Stalker.

"Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30, and my favorite victim just appeared." Mclaggen rolled his eyes, keeping up with your pace.

"You know, I've always questioned how you made it into Ravenclaw. You seem much more like a Slytherin-- you're so ever evil, dearest L/N," He laughed, shoving your shoulder.

"Hm, I'm not sure. Perhaps I'm just afraid of you and this is how I cope. Oh no! Here he comes, Cormac Mclaggen! Quick, I have to act like I'm a Slytherin!" Keep in mind, you and Cormac are enemies. This is what enemies act like. For sure.

"Afraid of little ol' me? Y/N, I'm hurt!" Mclaggen playfully placed a hand over his heart.

"Oh shove off, Mclaggen you know damn well you aren't scary. You're just an annoying douchebag who happens to be rich."

"Perhaps you aren't afraid of me, but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh?" He earned a punch to his shoulder, exchanged with only laughs. Prick. And so what if you have? It's very common for teenage girls to think of other teenagers naked if they aren't ugly. Not that Cormac was attractive. He wasn't.

"Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby," You tried to quicken your pace, but with his long legs and your short ones it didn't quite work in your favor. He kept up flawlessly, but you had finally gotten the bastard to shut up.

You two walked the rest of the way in silence, reaching the Quidditch pitch a little less than an hour before practice. You headed to the girls' changing rooms, getting a chance to catch your breath away from Mclaggen. Only taking a few to change out of your robes and into your practice gear, you realized you had forgotten the most important thing in order to play Quidditch--your broom. You were too busy hating Cormac, you had forgotten your broom in the Great Hall. Well, shit.

You walked out to the pitch, Cormac already waiting for you--bloody bastard had his broom.

"Are you planning on flying without a broom, L/N?" Smart ass.

"Shut it, Mclaggen, or I'll turn you into a ferret."

"Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?" If only you could set his broom on fire--you could, but you didn't want another month's worth of detention.

"Accio broom!" You whisked your wand, and after a couple of seconds your broom (Nimbus 2002--much nicer than Mclaggen's broom) zoomed into your hand.

"Mighty impressive to a door mouse, dear L/N," Cormac joked. You glared at him, whilst you returned your wand into your pocket. Ravenclaw's tryouts were before Gryffindors, and if your expectations (hopes) were correct, Cormac was going to stay and watch. You'd have to put on a show, for not only the captain, but for him--you suppose.

"Ravenclaws! All follow me and form a line!" The Ravenclaw's captain yelled out from the middle of the pitch--when the fuck did he and all the other Ravenclaws get here? Were you too involved with Mclaggen to realize, again?

"Watch and learn, dearest Mclaggen," as you ran over to the other candidates. Cormac went to sit down in the bleachers, and of course went to hate everything you did while trying out. You were trying out to be the Ravenclaw seeker-- typical Y/N, always trying to overachieve, Cormac thought. His mind started playing thoughts on you and him riding over the Black Lake, sharing a tender kiss under the Whopping Willow. NO. He shook his head, and watched as you began to fly. He had to admit, you were definitely going to get seeker. Your annoying attention to detail, your elegance when flying, your ability to not get distracted, your hair, your beautiful face--woah.

You couldn't help but get a little excited knowing that Cormac Mclaggen was watching you try out. Tryouts consisted of three practice games, with people swapping in and out of positions. You and Cho Chang were the only two Ravenclaws trying out for seeker, so Roger Daives, the Ravenclaw captain, pitted you against each other. Little did he know, you love a competition. Each time, you had instantly spotted the snitch well before Cho Chang, and caught it before Cho even had the chance to see it. The captain blew his whistle after the third game, signaling everyone to fly back down.

"Stop! Y/N L/N, good job. Cho Chang, I'm sorry love but you're out. Thank you for your time," Roger crossed her name off the list, and you heard Cormac's cheers from the bleachers. Shit, you couldn't help but smile. Tryouts were over for you, the brand new Ravenclaw seeker. You were sweating so much, you knew for a fact you reeked, but thank Merlin that you had made the team. You couldn't wait to rub it into Mclaggen's face. You tried to make your way towards him, and you saw he was making his way towards you, before Roger stood between you.

"Hey there girly. How you doin'?" Oh brother. You cringed internally, while Cormac came up beside you. Well shit, now he was going to have to listen to Roger make a fool out of himself.

"Sweating like a pig actually and yourself?" Cormac let out a little chuckle beside you, earning an elbow to the ribs.

"Ow!" Roger gave him a glance, and puffed out his chest. What the fuck? Was he trying to make even more of a fool out of himself? It's like he knew you were going after the Captain position.

"Now there's a way to get a guy's attention huh?" You couldn't help but full-on laugh in his face.

"My mission in life. But, obviously I struck your fancy so you see it worked. The world makes sense again." He deflated a bit. As if you were going to go out with an idiot like Daives. You bet you could run this team better than he can.

"Better luck next time, eh Daives?" Cormac patted his shoulder, and the poor guy walked away in shame. You both shared a glance before laughing. What was crazy was that he picked you up and spun you around, laughing and smiling harder than you've ever seen him do. Well, with you.

"Y/N, that was marvelous! How does it feel to be Ravenclaw's seeker? I'm sure your parents are going to be so proud! Wasn't your mum a Ravenclaw beater back in the day? Roger is surely shaking in his boots, he must know you're going to be captain next!" You nodded, trying to cover the flips your stomach was doing. Sure, you and Mclaggen could exchange a quick hug--rivals do that right?

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your tryouts, Mclaggen? I hear Ron Weasley is after your position." Cormac scoffed.

"Like a Weasley could ever beat me." Giving him a punch to the shoulder, he went off to join the other Gryffindors on the pitch. You switched spots really, as now you were stealing his spot on the bleachers. Lavender was there...and Granger? Hermione fucking Granger at Quidditch tryouts? You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, as you knew Cormac had a little crush on the girl awhile ago. You weren't certain as to if he still had this crush, or why on Merlin you were jealous. Hoping she was here for Ron and Harry, you continued to watch Cormac. He was doing great, until he absolutely dodged the bludger. What the fuck was his deal? Ron was doing better, you had to admit. Lavender couldn't shut the fuck up about it, which was about to earn her a classic Y/N L/N moment (you were known for not being very...quiet about your opinions, let's just say).

Shortly after Mclaggen's dud of a block, the Gryffindor tryouts were done. You ran down to the pitch to talk to Cormac, but he pushed on by you. Dick.

You weren't sure if you should wait for him to come out of the dressing rooms. It wouldn't be very rival-like if you made sure he was okay. Or maybe it was? Deciding it was, you waited anyway. Everyone came out before him, and you were honestly thinking of just leaving. You'd catch him tomorrow, maybe.

"What you doin' then?" He came out right as you turned to leave.

"Just checking on you, I suppose." You couldn't meet his eyes, but you felt him staring at you. Shuffling his bag to the other arm, he placed his hand on your back to lead you forward to head back to the castle. Your stomach erupted with something fluttery. No. Shut it off.

"More like came to rub it in, eh Y/N?" You could hear the frustration in his voice. His hand was still on your back.

"No. I mean, maybe a little bit. I've just made Ravenclaw seeker, for Merlin's sake! But, like...maybe I do feel slightly bad. I was looking forward to beating your ass on the field rather than just in class." You both chuckled. He drew his hand back (oh) and stopped to look at you fully, making you stop. It was just you and him outside the castle it seemed, as the paths were quiet and all you could hear was Cormac's breathing (you just noticed how close you two were) and the distant sounds of a hippogriff. Hagrid must be teaching a late lesson about Buck Beak.

"Y/N. You gonna look at me or you gonna keep staring at the ground, love?" Love. You forced your eyes to meet his. Merlin, you could hear Pansy teasing you now. You were so close, you noticed his eyes were a beautiful swirl of colors, and just how golden his curls were. Without even thinking what you were doing, you reached up and pushed a curl out of his face.

"Hey... your eyes have a little green in them." Oh what the fuck were you doing Y/N? Cormac smiled at you, making a silly face.

"Since when do we notice things about the other, L/N?" Never. You never noticed anything about him, other than the fact he was the biggest dick you've ever met. And you were friends with Slytherins for fuck's sake. You didn't even bother to notice how Mclaggen always swaggered a bit more around you, and you most certainly didn't bother to notice how he was standing very close to you. Or how his eyes were staring into yours, making his beautiful eyes look at you--you looked at the ground before you could continue.

"Don't flatter yourself, you dick. The green isn't a foresty shade, it's shit green." Turning back towards the castle, you tried to leave him in the dust. But, alas, his legs were still too long and yours were still too short.

"Shit green? Seriously? Someone still has her panties in a twist." You stopped once again and jabbed your finger into his chest.

"Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties." This fucking bastard was about to have your fist in his face.

"Then what did I have an effect on?"

"Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing." You had to admit, you absolutely loved the banter you and Cormac had. Maybe he wasn't that much of a dick.

"Nothing, other than pissing me off."

"Always the heartbreaker, Y/N," You went quiet, drawing your hand back, "See you around, then?" He gave a pat to your shoulder, that maybe lingered a moment too long, before heading back into the castle. The direction you had to go.

Refusing to make it look like you were following him, you went the other way. You had told Pansy you would meet her and the others at the Slytherin commons anyway after tryouts, but now felt like a good time to tell them what Cormac was showing you. Maybe. You weren't great at figuring out what he wanted, other than pissing you off.

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"Y/N, the boy likes you! Just get in a closet already, for fuck's sake," Mattheo pleaded. You were laying dramatically on the Slytherin commons' floor, basically throwing a temper tantrum.

"He does not! He is a completely sick individual who finds being an absolute moron attractive!"

"I think you just find it attractive, Y/N," Pansy pointed out, throwing a pencil at you. Sitting up, (and throwing the pencil back at the bitch) you were glared at your friends.

"I do not find anything about him attractive in the slightest. His hair looks like a golden mop, his eyes look like a woody and ugly forest, his fucking smile is even annoying-"

"Oh for Merlin's sake." Everyone went quiet, as Draco cut you off. He wasn't normally one to comment on your life, as frankly he found it boring.

"Do you like the guy or not, Y/N? I don't think I've ever paid this much attention to a girl other than Pansy, and it's very clear you have a crush. It's not often people think of you as other than-"

"Other than what, Malfoy? Tempestuous?"

"Heinous bitch is the term used most often. And stop trying to change the subject. It's quite annoying listening to you rant about Mclaggen as if you hate him, but in reality you are obsessed."

"He's right, you know," Blaise added. Your friends started talking all at once, leaving you to be a dramatic, confused mess on the ground still.

"You have to go to him, Y/N. Express your undying love!" You threw a book at Pansy's head, conveniently missing it. You stayed quiet--maybe you were a little obsessed with Cormac. It would explain a lot, really.

"I see those gears turning. Go. Now. He's probably....well, to be quite honest, I don't really know what he does at this time. But go find him, Y/N! Be happy!" Reminder that these were Slytherins telling you this. Reminder that this was Mattheo Riddle telling you to be happy. You knew where he was, on the contrary. Not in the Gryffindor commons, but in the Room of Requirement. You two had fought over it at this time many moons ago, but you could never forget that he said he needed it to read--that's right. Cormac fucking Mclaggen can read.

"Alright, alright. I'll go," You muttered. Pansy held a hand up to her ear.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I'll go! For fuck's sake, as long as you bloody leave me alone about it!" You couldn't help but smile when your Slytherin friends cheered. Gathering your things, you ran out the room and ran all the way to the Room of Requirement. It was late, but you knew the professors' routes by now. You weren't stupid.

Hoping he was in there, you thought of Cormac. Please be in there. The wall started sinking back, a door forming in front of you. Trying not to seem too frantic (and too out of breath), you opened the door and dropped all of your things inside the room before you could look up.

"Y/N? What are you-" Cormac. You didn't bother to take in your surroundings, only running to him. He sat in a big, red armchair with a book in his lap and a roaring fire place behind him. You hugged him, taking in his cologne, his presence, all of it. He tensed, his book dropping to the floor. You worried you had read it all wrong, that your friends only wanted to humiliate you. Until, he hugged you back. Fuck, his big manly arms were even better than you had imagined.

"What' this about, then?"

"Tell me something true." A beat of silence.

"What?'

"You heard me. Tell me something true." You moved to look straight into his eyes, holding his face with your hands. He looked shocked, (understandably so) but a classic Cormac smirk replaced the expression quickly.

"Something true... I hate peas."

"No, something real, something no one else knows." He cocked his head, acting like he was thinking hard.

"Okay, you're sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for me."

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Cormac Mclaggen x Hufflepuff reader oneshot...I fear Cormac is indeed a dick in the Harry Potter Universe but casting Freddie Stroma...makes it a little more bearable sometimes (I do not condone his actions in both film and book....he's a douche) And there is like barely any fics about him...so here..if I like this enough I may just make it a whole fic. who knows.

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Not making the Quidditch team really took the cake for Cormac's bad day. He couldn't stand being in the Gryffindor commons, listening to Weasley's victory of making the team--what should've been Cormac's position. Bunch of piss, it was. What made it sting even more was Weasley snogging Lavender in front of everyone. Just another reminder that Mclaggen was loosing once again to a Weasley.

He sat against a tree facing the Black Lake. The sun was setting, and he'd have to go back soon--yet, he just knew that if he looked at Ron one more time he didn't know if he would cry or punch the red head in the face. The latter sounded more satisfying.

"Are you alright there?" A soft, quiet voice rang out from next to him. Cormac sniffed, wiping his face quickly. He wasn't expecting you to be...well, you when he looked up to meet your eyes. When he noticed it was you, a small little Hufflepuff with soft curls and faint blush, he stiffened. Fuck, you just saw him crying.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks," He stood, wiping the dirt off his trousers. You offered him a small smile, holding your small hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Y/N L/N. You're Cormac, right? I believe we have Potions together." Oh he knew who you were. You were the pretty little Hufflepuff who sat next to Granger, and almost never spoke at full volume. You never seemed to notice his staring (which was a good thing) but you were the sole reason he hadn't gotten with any of his fans.

"Yes, uh, yes I am. Yeah, I know you, you sit next to Granger. You alright there, love?" He tried to act confident, which was his normal. You did not make him feel normal, you made him feel nervous. When Slughorn made the class brew Amorentia, he stil swears up and down he smelled chocolate (you were known for eating a bunch of chocolate while studying), parchment (you were always scribbling notes--not that he noticed), and coffee (again, he never noticed that you drank almost four cups of coffee a day). He never ever noticed that you tucked your hair behind your ears whenever you didn't know what to do, which is what you were doing right now--while he stared at you like a complete idiot.

"Um, yes, I do! Do you mind if I sit? You beat me to my reading spot," You giggled, holding up your book. "Care of Magical Creatures for the Curious". Cormac never heard that book before, but he gestured for you to sit where he once was. He rubbed his hands on his pants awkwardly, wanting to sit next to you but not wanting to overstep. Fuck. He was definitely blowing it, and he never acted like this in front of a girl. Normally, he was confident and known to be cocky. Known to be a heart throb, actually, and the fact that he was acting like this for a Hufflepuff was a bit embarrassing to him.

"Would you like to sit?" Oh. He was definitely reading too much into this, he should have sat without you asking him to. Cormac, what on earth were you doing?

"Sorry? Oh, right, uh-" He sat without even trying to continue that sentence. He sat in a criss-cross applesauce (yes, he still called it that) and stared directly at the lake before him. Should he ask you how your day was going? Should he ask you what your book was about? Obviously it was about magical creatures. Weren't you muggle born? Maybe he could ask about the muggle world?

"So what's your book about, are you muggle born, how's your day going?" Nice one, Mclaggen. You looked at him with wide eyes, a small smile on your lips. You giggled again, setting your book down to give him your full attention.

"My day is wonderful as I'm sitting by the lake with you and my book, which happens to be about magical creatures and how to care for them. I really enjoy learning about them- I'm supposed to go off to Romania to work with Ron's brother, Charlie. He works with dragons, if you didn't know. I didn't catch the other question, if you'd repeat it?" Cormac shifted uncomfortably. It was rude to ask someone if they were muggle born, and normally he didn't care whether or not his questions were rude. However, you looking at him with those wide eyes and the wind softly blowing your curls out of your face it was so hard not to stutter in front of you.

"Um, are you um...muggle born? It's just, you hang out with Granger alot and I know that the muggle borns-" he stopped when he noticed your eyebrows furrow together. Your smile turned into a small frown. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Sorry. I don't know how to talk in front of pretty girls." There we go. Cormac Mclaggen back in the game. Hopefully. That brought a lopsided smile back on your face.

"Well, Cormac, all you had to do was begin with I'm pretty. And I'll have you know, I am not a muggle born. I just prefer to spend my time with Hermione. Same with Ron and Harry. I'm sorry to hear about Ron getting Keeper, by the way. I figured that was why you were upset." Well, shit. You tucked your hair behind your ears again, and oh, how Cormac wanted to do that for you.

"You know, I'm surprised you're this nice. And alone. Not in a weird way! You're just...you always have a crowd around you. And I've been told you're kind of rude. But you're not. You're quite nice." You picked up your book, and opened it to a bookmarked page. Cormac leaned ever so slightly (partly blushing over what you just told him) to see what creature the pages were on. You noticed this, and shuffled a bit closer to him--you were shoulder to shoulder, your knee bumping his. Oh Merlin, Cormac was probably a tomato right now.

"Dragons. I really like dragons, I find them fascinating. You know, so many muggles have books on dragons. Those books are so amazing to me. I hope to ride one, one day. That's partly why I'm going to work with Charlie Weasley-" You rambled on about dragons, informing Cormac about the different scales, and the differences between a dragon and a wyvern. The twinkle in your eyes were adorable, and the sun was almost completely set. You shivered, which instantly brought Cormac to his feet.

"Come on, Y/N. It's getting late, and you're cold. I'll walk you to the Hufflepuff commons." He offered you his hand, which you hoped you didn't take it too eagerly. What got you both was that neither of you didn't let go.

"So, Y/N...would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Sometime soon? I'd love to know more about dragons. And you. And I'd like to kiss you! I, uh, I'm gonna stop talking now." You giggled-- Merlin, he was discovering how much he loved that laugh. He loved your face, your freckles, your love for dragons, you. He loved how you smelled like chocolate, and parchment, and pumpkin scented shampoo. He loved how you played Quidditch (yes, you were the Hufflepuff seeker- an odd choice, not expected from the students of Hogwarts, but you played well--and that was coming from Cormac fucking Mclaggen) and how you seemed shy but you really weren't.

"Cormac, I'd love to. I'm surprised I didn't have to fight my way through a crowd of girls to get to you! Not that I would fight, I mean violence isn't the answer when impressing someone. Oh goodness, I'm not very good at this!" You both had arrived in front of the Hufflepuff commons door (which so happened to be a painting of a dragon) which left you both to turn to each other. You held your book up to your face, trying to hide your flushed cheeks and your toothy smile.

"You don't have to try very hard, Y/N. I'm surprised you make me this nervous. I don't normally get like this you know."

"Oh, I'm aware. You're Cocky Cormac, which has a double meaning. Apparently! But uh, yeah. Is this Saturday good, Cormac?" He nodded, trying ever so hard not to give you a goodnight's kiss. You seemed to want to do the same, leaning in slightly. He went to meet you in the middle, and by a mere inch away, Snape's voice echoed behind Cormac.

"And what, are you two doing in the halls this late, Mclaggen and L/N?" You two jumped from each other, Cormac shifting to stand by your side. He placed his arm around your shoulders, in hopes of looking more innocent to Snape--not that he could--many teachers heard of Mclaggen's hold on many girls' hearts, though they had never seen him outside of a girl's common room with his arm around them. Nor have they ever seen Cormac's face flushed so red.

"I suggest you let Ms. L/N go to her room, Mr. Mclaggen." With a flick of his cape, Snape left to search the halls for more unexpecting students. When you couldn't see him anymore, you busted out laughing, Cormac following suit.

"Oh your face, Cormac! That was priceless," He cut you off with a kiss. You tensed, as you weren't expecting it. After a moment, you melted into the kiss and letting him wrap his arms around your torso. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, which got a small "hmph" from Cormac.

You were the first to pull away, with him tucking your hair behind your ears. He put his forehead against yours, you both looking into each other's eyes. If only you had known he was much nicer than he seemed, you would've talked to him months ago.

If only he had known he didn't have to try to be confident, and you were this amazing. Not that he doubted--he just didn't think you would be into him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Goodnight, love." He placed a small kiss on your cheek, and turned to go back to the Gryffindor commons, giving you one last look.

Giving the password to your commons, you rushed to your room, and squealed into your pillow. You just had the best night ever.

Cormac let out a small "Yes!" with a fist bump to the air. Not making the Quidditch team was so worth it.

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Literally my first ever full-on fanfic bro. Chris Pratt takes over my mind whenever I watch Guardians of the Galaxy, it's sick. No better than a straight man when it comes to Christ Pratt. Kidding....(not really) This is just Part one of this series...I fear this fic has been cooking for so long, it can't be condensed into just one part.

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Warning(s): Eventual smut, Gamora's death, Brief mention of Quill and Gamora's (not canon) end of relationship, Y/N being traumatized as hell, gory details, Thanos being an asshole, mentions of porn, Quill fantasizing about Y/N, wet dream, just assume this fic will be full of sex and rated R activities....

Enjoy you filthy animals.

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Y/N POV:

Working for HYRDA had nearly killed you. Your brain, your dignity, and subsituted your pride for the fake version of it. The stone they drew power from to transfer into you, was almost too much for your anatmoy to handle. The experiments they had done still kept you up at night, with the ice in your veins permantely making you have chills. Your veins, not the normal purple, green, or subtle dark blue, were their own light source. Tony called you the "frosty flashlight", and though the nickname was annoying and somewhat unoriginal, you couldn't help but agree. Having other HYDRA experiements in the Avengers helped your ease at night, as you didn't feel so alone. Wanda and Bucky were two of your best friends because of it. But, you missed Pietro. Your lover, who was too slow at the wrong time. You still felt sorrow, and mourned your dead lover but you knew that he was gone--consoling Wanda could be hard at times. Yet, your icy heart still craved an opposite- a warm body with a loving heart inside.

Sure, working with the Avengers was amazing. How could you not love being a crime-fighting superhero, in a badass superhero suit working with other badasses? It was like a comic dream. HYDRA was soul-draining, and the brainwashing didn't help much either. Some days were harder than others--having Bucky and Wanda really helped but you missed Pietro.

When the distress signal from Tony and Strange set off in the Avengers' Tower, you rushed to your equipment. Your enhancers, your guns, your knives--you didn't know what kind of aliens they could be up against, but with all of the shit you had seen? Pft, felt like nothing was fucking new or surprising anymore. HYDRA put energy from a rock into your very soul, you had seen aliens come from a portal in the sky, your colleague Thor was a literal god. Sorry universe, but you were out of surprises. Clicking your last gun in its holster and lacing the last strings of your suit's boots, you set off to find Tony- not that it was very hard, especially when your only guess to where him and Strange were was the giant space donut in the sky.

Arriving at the scene, you instantly sent an ice storm to the alien (who looked alot like Squidward) fighting Tony.

"Ah, more forces to destroy on your team."

"Tryna fill me in on what the fuck Squidward is talking about?" You asked Tony as you blasted more ice into Squidward's direction.

The war with Thanos had just begun it felt like, when you and your teammates were knocked down by some alien freaks. Tony blasting Squidward out into space, with a man in flying boots shooting at you all. With just your mind and hands, frost creeped on his boots, freezing the mechanism. An alien girl with antenne was occuping Peter--oh hell no. Nothing was going to kill your boy, someone you felt so motherly to.

"Whoa. whoa, whoa, don't put your alien eggs in me-" You slammed your hands on the ground, ice forming around her legs and Peter's webs wrapping her chest and arms.

"Thank you!" Peter yelled as he went to help Strange--leaving you with strange antenne girl. Or, at least he tried to, before space man blasted him.

"Stay down, clown!" Peter was blasted into the ship's wall. Rage bursted in you, ice now crystalizing the whole ship.

"Um, frosty, can you not? Kind of in the middle of winning-" Tony began, before having to shoot at another alien freak.

"Woah! Didn't know Thanos had Queen Elsa working for him," the space man exclaimed. Your eyes narrowed-- how many times are people going to call you Elsa? (You could never tell the rest of the Avengers, but Frozen was secretly your favorite Disney movie.)

"I," a chill wind went through the air, "do not," frost creeped around your feet whenever you took a step, "work," your veins glowed brighter with every second, "for Thanos!" You blasted space freak with large ice crystals, pinning him to the other side of the ship. Antenne girl broke free from your ice and Peter's webs, and ran to space freak.

"Die, blanket of death!" A gray hunk of...well, from your angle you couldn't tell if it was stone or not. Tony held the stone...thing down, pointing his suit's gun at his face. Space freak had gotten free (what the fuck) and pointed his gun to Peter's head. Oh no. Oh no no no no no, this was not going to fucking happen with you around. Ice formed at your feet once more, and crystalized around your hands. Snow fell from the air, storm clouds forming.

"Everybody stay where you are. Chill the eff out," Space freak exclaimed, pointing his gun at Tony, "I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where is Gamora?'

"Yeah, I'll do you one better, who is Gamora?" Tony narrowed his eyes.

"I'll do you one better. Why is Gamora?" Stone guy questioned. Shaking your head, your snow blanketing the ground--you couldn't believe you were potientally about to die with so many idiots around you. Strange and you shared a questioning look, as in what the actual fuck is our job.

"Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I'm gonna French fry this little freak." His helmet came off, revealing a human face. Damn, he was sexy. Shaking your head, you turned your attention towards his gun. No way in hell it was going to get that close to Peter without breaking. His gun completely froze. Everyone turned to you.

"And with what gun?" With Space-human-freak's eyes completely on you, you couldn't help but feel your heart tug. Tony shook his head, his suit's gun turning into a...blaster or whatever turning the attention back to him.

"Let's do it. You shoot my guy and I'll blast him. Let's go!"

"Do it, Quill! I can take it!" Stone guy yelled.

"No, he can't take it!" Antenne girl shot back. What the actual hell. You were starting to get annoyed, and your snow was turning into a soft hail. Anger crept up slowly inside, your HYDRA self calling in the back of your mind.

"And what's this Elsa freak doing?" Space human. Elsa? Fucking Elsa!

"Elsa? What the fuck?" You breathed out, frost spreading around the guy's feet once more. At this point you could make this whole ship your ice rink.

"She's right you can't take it. Y/N, gonna need your ice to calm itself." Strange.

"Oh, yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all four of you, and I'll beat it out of Thanos myself. Starting with you!" His grip around Peter's neck tightened.

"May not want to do that." You couldn't help but whisper as all the hail halted and stalled over Space freak's head. Space freak looked up, and you couldn't help but smirk at his grip loosening. Wait-- he doesn't work for Thanos?

"Wait, what, Thanos? All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?" Strange with his stupid ass questions.

"What am I supposed to say, Jesus?" He's from Earth.

"You're from Earth," I said whilst wiping snow off my suit. Oh. Your snow flurry stopped.

"I'm not from Earth, I'm from Missouri, Elsa." Again, with the Elsa.

"Yeah, that's Earth dipshit! So what are you hassling us for?" Tony yelled back. Oh fuck this. You were getting bored of this playground banter.

"So you're not with Thanos?" Peter questioned, his suit's helmet coming off.

"With Thanos? No! I'm here to kill Thanos, he took our girl. Wait, who are you?"

"We're the Avengers." You muttered while making sure your gun(s) were in their holsters. God, men could be so ignorant sometimes. If he had heard yo say you didn't work with Thanos (which you thought you yelled out, but clearly Space-human-freak had no fucking hearing) we wouldn't be in this mess- probably.

"You're the ones Thor told us about." Antenne girl.

"You know Thor?"

"Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving." Space human. You had to admit, you could agree with him about Thor. You could appreciate his god-like looks, he just wasn't your type.

"Where is he now?" Strange asked.

"Nidavellir," Stone man spoke. Where the hell was that? Tony's suit retracted it's blaster, Strange put his wizard magic away. Thank fuck. Peter ran over to you, giving you a quick hug.

"You alright, kid?"

"Yeah! Oh my gosh, your powers are so dope, Y/N, I mean I know I saw them at the airport when we were fighting against each other, but oh my gosh that was so awesome-" You couldn't help but let out a laugh. Placing your hand on his shoulder,

"Peter, relax."

"Can you make like ice sculptures, too? That would be so cool if you could make a little, like, I don't know, ice Spiderman!" Peter kept going as he walked over to Tony. Feeling someone stare at you, you looked up at Space human, who...smoldered? Shooting back a glare, you sent out some frost to his face.

"Can I help you?" Glaring at the space human, you couldn't help but notice how...cute he was again? Sure, you worked with sexy men and women all day (Steve's ass certainly was America's ass) but this guy seemed...different.

"Just wondering how you've got ice coming out of your hands. I've got to admit, out of all the things I've seen in this galaxy, it's the weirdest thing."

"I don't normally tell people I don't know about the origins of my powers."

"Seriously? You don't know who I- we are? I'm Star lord! We're the Guardians of the Galaxy! C'mon man, seriously?" You rolled your eyes. Whatever. Focusing your attention on Strange and Tony, you asked what was next.

"So, how are we going to get to Thor? I can't exactly keep Thanos frozen-"

"You know, that wouldn't be a bad idea. Didn't HYDRA use the same stone they used with Wanda to give you your powers? There is a small chance-" You held up your hand to cut Tony off. No way in hell were you going to interfere with the stones yourself unless you absolutely had to. Not again. You walked away, towards the other end of the ship before he could try and plead with you. There were so many halls and doors in this ship. What the fuck is up with aliens? Praying for a bathroom, you froze doors and kicked them down, ice shards going everywhere. Do aliens not have to pee? Or shit? Damn. You could hear small echoes of footsteps behind you. Before whoever (or whatever) it was, you took your guns out from their holsters and swiftly turned around. Oh. It was just Quill. He held his hands up, as if he was innocent.

"Sorry, Queen Elsa-"

"How original. Are you going to keep calling me that? I am not Elsa, nor am I a queen."

"Maybe don't freeze doors just to break them, Frosty." If looks could kill (in your case, you could literally make this man a human popsicle if you wanted...which you didn't but he didn't have to know that) you totally would've murdered this guy.

"If you don't want me to call you Frosty or Elsa, give me your real name, pretty girl...I mean! It'd be pretty, pretty good--pretty nice if you gave me your name since we'll be working together to bring down Thanos." Pretty girl. Oh, this is going to be fun. Fucking with a cute alien-human, or whatever he was, is going to be a trip. You just had to promise yourself that you wouldn't be the one going after him instead of the other way around. That would be fucked.

"Y/N. Under HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D., I am considered 'Frostbite'," You plucked his gun from its holster, looking at the unique mechanisms. Without skipping a beat or looking at him you asked for his name.

"Peter Quill," Another Peter, "But the galaxy calls me....Star Lord." A pause. A giggle escaped you. It was his turn to glare at you, but you shoved his unique gun in his chest before he could say anything.

"So who's Gamora? Is she your girlfriend?" Quill stuttered....he couldn't say yes, because they weren't, and to be honest he was a little worried to tell you that they used to be. How would he look if he told you he was on a mission to save his ex-girlfriend while trying to secure you? He may not know you very well yet, but he knew that women (well, most of them) would flip the fuck out if they knew he was trying to save his ex-girlfriend.

"Uh...she's uh...no, not anymore." Peter put his gun back in the holster, giving you all of his attention. It was hard not to stare at you and think of a future involving cooking and dancing in the kitchen, children going to school, the sex--hold up.

"Ex, I'm guessing?" You motioned him to follow you while you made a round on the ship. Of course, the idiot followed.

"Yeah, I mean, kind of. We weren't ever official, she didn't do all of the relationship stuff I guess which is understandable considering her father being freaking Thanos and all, but like I don't know, I also didn't really see a whole future with her besides being the Guardians of the Galaxy--" He kept on going. You didn't really care to hear all of it (at least in this moment) and you both almost made a full round of the ship before the question everyone in the media always asks you.

"So why ice powers? Like did they watch Frozen before making you, or..? Little confused on why they chose a walking ice-maker over other....stuff." Your famous side-eye made an appearance with that one.

"I do not only create ice. I am able to manipulate the weather around me to make freezing temperatures, clouds, hail, snow. I can freeze just the inside of a body, depending on how much water is in the species' body. I can make water into ice, or slush. Sometimes I...well sometimes, I am able to make my veins glow if I am fighting hard enough. Like...Elsa, i suppose. But I am also a trained assassin. I could kill you right now, if I wanted and it wouldn't even be tiring."

Quill thought for a moment before deciding what could be the most badass thing he could say to make you want him in this exact moment.

"So is like seduction a thing you're good at too, because you are stinkin' awesome with it so far!" Yes, Quill. That was the most badass thing ever. That stopped you in your tracks. Yes, he was cute and right on the money you couldn't lie. Sometimes working for HYDRA, you had to fuck the information out of whoever. It didn't matter if it was an old politician, or a young woman working as a librarian, (yes, it's happened. You needed archived newspapers!) HYDRA didn't care. Whenever you were under whatever they put in you, you didn't care much either. Moving your attention towards his face (god, he was cute) you slowly stepped towards him, pushing him into the ship's wall.

"Seduction is a...natural talent of mine," leaning closer towards his ear, speaking in only a whisper, "I'm glad to know I've still got it." And with that, you couldn't help but walk away back to the team(s), so you could have a mic-drop moment.

Quill's POV

Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Damn, that was a sexy woman. With that suit of yours, holy shit, Quill couldn't help but get a boner as you walked away. Your ass, your hips, your waist., your boobs. The way your suit sat so comfortably on you, yet tight enough to make sure everything was highlighted-- the pastel blue lining, with your multiple guns and daggers held up around your waist, and on your legs. Those boots. Shit. Damn. All of it, working together to paint a beautiful, porn-worthy picture.

Following you back to the team (at a safe distance, he couldn't let you see the incredibly embarrassing boner in his pants) he kept thinking about how Gamora would react to his crush on you--would she care? Selfishly, he wanted her to care but he knew deep down she really wouldn't. They had ended on such good terms, and they still worked so well together but Quill knew it wouldn't work. He didn't know if he'd be able to have a real future with her, even though it's what he yearns for. That's right, Quill is a yearner.

"You done sulking?" Rocket appeared out of nowhere. "What the fuck, Rocket? Can you not sneak up on me?"

"Did you know you had a boner? I knew you were a perv, Quill, but jeez. You think you could put it away? Iron Suit-"

"Man-"

"Whatever, Iron Man is about to tell us a plan. Barf. Whenever we land, which should be soon. What you think of superhero sexy over there, by the way? I thought my sexiness was the cause of your tent, but is it her? She is-"

"Dude! Shut up! She is a very respectful woman who deserves our upmost respect!" Shit, Quill. You said that loud enough for the whole damn ship to hear. You looked at him, your eyes smiling more than your mouth. Peter Parker talked frantically to Mantis, and with what Quill could make out, Parker was asking Mantis if she laid eggs in people's brains (the answer was no).

"Alright, you sissies, I've got a plan," Iron Man started, "We lead Thanos to whatever planet we're about to crash on and then-"

"And then we kill him? Is that what you're about to say, Tony? Why don't we just take the gauntlet and return the stones to the rightful places? Obviously the stones are too much for one person to have-" Y/N and Iron Man went at each other like this for another hour...or something. Quill was too involved with how hot Y/N was when she got riled up. Quill could've sworn he saw small flurries of snow forming over Iron Man's head and small ice crystals across his suit. Hot. Well...would you be cold?

"If you keep staring at her, she will think you are a creep."

"Jesus, Drax! Do you mind? Why do you always sneak up on me man?" Drax loved to sneak up on the Guardians, and it could get annoying. When Quill and Gamora were (somewhat) a thing, sneaking around the ship was one of the hardest things to do. Drax was quiet, and almost never let them know he was there until they were in the middle of a uh...various activities. He was sick for it, but Quill believed Drax's culture made a big part of it.

"The girl will not like you if you keep staring at her with the tent in your pants. On my planet-"

"Dude, shut up!" This was so embarrassing. Hopefully you couldn't hear him over Iron Man's arguing. Proving him wrong, you looked in his direction for just a second, but maybe longer? God, Quill hoped it was longer. All he wanted to do was take you into one of these rooms and fuck you relentlessly. Speaking of, he had to relieve himself or he was going to get stuck fighting Thanos with blue balls.

"Now if you excuse me, Drax, I have to...use the bathroom." Walk fast, walk fast, walk fast. A small part of Quill hoped and dreamed that you would follow him, and help him with his boner. Shit, you even told him seduction was a--Quill, this is fucked, he thought to himself.

"You are literally proving to the world why straight men are so hated," he thought. Finding a room, he quickly opened and shut the door, his fly already pulled down. He pulled his pants down to his ankles, along with his boxers only one person on his mind--you.

He thought of your ass, your boobs, your hair whilst he pumped his dick up and down. Fast, slow, he kept changing pace with every different thought of you. Would you freeze his dick and suck it like a popsicle? Would you make him cold rather than hot?

A knock interrupted his thoughts. He stopped, with his eyes shooting open. Oh shit.

"Quill?" You. Oh my god, this is straight out of a porn video, he thought.

"Uh...uh yeah?"

"We're getting ready to land here soon. Might be a rough landing. You okay?"

"Um....," he would be better if you were in here riding him, but he can't say that, can he? He just met you! But...it does get lonely on the Milano...he hasn't looked at any woman since him and Gamora broke things off, and he sure as hell wasn't thinking of Gamora in any way since.

"Why don't you let me in?" He was so screwed.

Y/N POV:

You knew exactly what you were doing. Your suit was one of the reasons HYDRA sent you on so many missions that involved seducing men. They would be entranced not only by your words and actions, but by your body and how your suit complimented it so well.

"Quill, if you don't let me in, I'm going to freeze the lock off." You heard a sigh and a soft click of the door unlocking. When you pushed the door open, it sure was a sight. Quill with his pants to his ankles, his dick being covered with his hands. He looked embarrassed--you thought he looked sexy.

"You alright, Quill?" You asked, shutting the door behind you. Surely, fucking with him like this wouldn't be considered rude...you take it back, but you haven't had this much fun since Pietro. Placing your hands on your hips, you swore you could see his dick twitch under his hands.

"Do you want help with that, Star Lord?" Quill sighed. You had him now. You went to kneel in front of him, and when he thought he was about to be in heaven, you stopped in front of his face.

"Too bad we're landing soon. You better get rid of that quick, Quill. I doubt your fellow guardians or Thanos would appreciate seeing...hm," You went to open the door back up, and leave the moment at that. But, before you could touch the knob, Quill caught your wrist.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

A moment of silence, a moment too long.

"Quill?" His breathing got heavier. Shit, were you turned on?

"I...I think I need help," He chuckled awkwardly. No one since Pietro had been able to make you feel like you weren't forced to in this kind of situation, and for some reason Quill made you feel....like you actually wanted to do this. HYDRA didn't give you much of a choice, and you hated to admit that sometimes S.H.I.E.L.D didn't either.

"With what, Quill?"

Another moment of silence. You couldn't think straight, and you could tell he couldn't either. He tugged you closer, and you fell right on top of him. His bare dick was touching your clothed vagina. Fuck, you were turned on.

"Come on, Frosty, please. I'm begging-" You kissed him before he could even continue. He tugged you even closer, with you full on stradling him now. Your normally freezing, but he had you feeling so hot. His hands wrapped in your hair, his cock pressing so hard into you, you couldn't help but grind against him. You could tell through his pants that he was fucking packed.

"Didn't know a snowman had sexual urges," he breathed out.

"Oh, shut up, Quill." You both kept kissing, with you eventually removing your boots and your suit. Your boobs bounced out (yes, you didn't wear a bra to work--way too restricting with the suit) and you felt his dick twitch under your now bare pussy.

The two of you moved so elegantly, yet so rough. You pushed him down on the ground, so he was laying fully on his back. Your hand went from his face, to his chest, and finally to his dick. You pumped it slowly, up and down, and his face was so satisfying to watch. His eyes were closed, and his mouth slightly parted.

"Didn't know Elsa needed a man-"

"Keep calling me nicknames and I'll leave without letting you cum, Quill." His hands instantly went to your waist, his grip tight. He lifted you up, aligning your entrance with his dick.

"Oh yeah?" He sat you on him, earning a moan from you. Oh fuck. You haven't really had true action since Pietro, and this was godly.

"Quill-" You moaned out. You couldn't help but bounce, grind, all of it. He just felt so good, and you could tell you felt good to him too. This had to be quick, the ship was going to be landing soon and you both knew Thanos was more important than a quick fuck.

You thought Quill had read your mind, the way he gripped your hips and started pounding into you so fast you swear you saw stars.

"Frosty...I'm gonna-"

"Me too, Star Lord-" And with that, you both released at the same time. You felt a little embarrassed, since you normally don't finish and when you do it doesn't take you this quick. Looking down at Quill, you saw how his eyes focused only on you. Were you...blushing?

"Y/N...that was.."

"The ship should be landing by now." You couldn't bear to look at him any longer. You shouldn't have gave into your want. Stupid. The whole mission could be ruined if Quill could only focus on you, instead of Thanos.

"What did I do?" Quilll sounded so sad, and a small part of you was too. You longed to be held by someone, as it had been awhile since Pietro. Yet, you had a mission. Zipping your suit back on to you, and pulling your boots back on, you felt Quill's eyes on you.

"That probably wasn't a good idea, I know, but Frosty you're so hot, and I haven't been-" You held up your hand whilst giving your hair a quick toss.

"It's okay, Star Lord. Things happen. Probably shouldn't tell the team though. You understand?" He nodded. He couldn't meet your eyes anymore, so instead he pulled his pants up. Zipped them up, and pushed on past you. Oh. You weren't used to people acting like they were in charge, and you sure as hell didn't like it.

Whatever. You weren't here to fuck, you were here to stop Thanos.

To be continued....

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