#**luke

Willow had stolen a pair of PJ shorts from her sister, but kept on the tank top she had on under the footsie pajamas. With a bag of her homemade trail mix, Willow made her way over to Luke’s cabin barefoot. “Hey, please let me in I’m freezing!” It took a lot of self control to not kiss him immediately, but her self-preservation against the cold was winning.

Willow finally made it to his cabin, her lip still bleeding, an incredibly sharp pain in her side from her ribs, and a few bruises forming. She hadn’t cried. The whole time. Not when she was getting beat up or the subsequent time following. But as soon as she saw him, she couldn’t help herself. “Hey.” The word hurt, but she didn’t know what else to do. After all, what do you say to a boy when you knock on his door and look like you just came back from war?

It wasn’t actually wrong if the house-elves were willing to get them spiked butterbeer, right? They had won and it was a time for celebration, no worrying about right and wrong and stealing. She had broken her record: sixty points scored for Gryffindor and only two broken bones. Madame Pomfrey had healed her up and she was back in the common room within half an hour. Willow had celebrated with her team, but found herself drawn away from the crowd by some inner force, but mostly it was the dislike of people grabbing her ass without permission. She found a spot by a window and, with a wave of her wand, unlocked it so that there was a draft of cool night air in the stuffy and loud room. She took a sip of the sweet liquid, sitting on the windowsill and allowing her tired body to rest.

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Luke Evans in Fast and Furious 6.