Summary: You are being hunted by the worst of the Hogwarts bullies. Rosier and Bullstrode are tired of having to put up with you being a Slytherin. Peverell and his Quidditch team are sick of your very existence.

Who better to save the day and comfort you than your amazing Spider-web Weaver boyfriend?

A/N: I use "their" pronouns here when required. Y/N could be considered gender-neutral for both chapters, coz who says a guy or non-binary can't wear a pretty lace gown? 💚

Part 2/2 to "I can protect you now"

“Rosier, Bullstrode, ‘evening!” The Slytherins greeted.

Rosier and Bullstrode waved back to them as they dragged you down the stairs toward the Slytherin dungeons. You had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a head popped around the wall by the top of the staircase and shouted “Hey, y/l/n! Professor Dumbledore sent for you!”

You pushed your feet against the stone floor, forcing both yourself and the two bullies humiliating you to a stop. You waited patiently to see what the seventh-years would do: they spun around to face the Hufflepuff Head Boy, dragging you around with them. 

“Say what now?” Rosier rose an eyebrow suspiciously. “Dumbledore sent for the git?”

“Haha, detention?” Bullstrode smirked. “Or has little y/n finally managed to fail Defence class?”

The Head Prefect visibly grit his teeth. “No, I doubt y/l/n’s capable of failing any class, she happens to have brains, something some people don’t.” Whoever said Hufflepuffs were known for their patience had a wild imagination, really. “Y/l/n, come on upstairs, Professor’s waiting.” With that, the Head Boy scampered out of sight.

The pair of Slytherin bullies grumbled under their breaths, shoving you away from them before stomping into the common room. With a huge sigh of relief you sprinted up the stairs, vowing to send the young DADA professor loads of Chocolate Frogs for Christmas. What could he want to see you for, though? Had you done the assignment wrong? There was absolutely no way—

“Hey.”

You jumped out of your reverie, a happy smile blooming across your face at the sight of the familiar mop of red-brown hair. “Well hello there, Newt. What are you doing here so close to Slytherin Tower?” By now you had climbed up the stairs and reached the main hallway. It was still unlike him to want to get this close to anywhere near Slytherin Tower…

“Oh- erm- I w-wanted to see you.”

You blinked. It took a few seconds for the information to process. “So Dumbledore didn’t send for me, huh? It was just the amazingly kind Head Boy helping my boyfriend."

“A-And helping you get away from… them,” he pointed out.

“Right. Bless him for that. What do you suggest I get him as a gift for Christmas as a ‘thank you’?”

Newt seriously pondered the question for a moment, while taking your hand in his and guiding you up the hallways. “He likes muggle clothes. Finds them interesting.” He answered smoothly: Newt spoke best when not self-conscious. “Likes the blue and brown suits I have.”

“Which you always look dashing in,” you complimented, pecking his cheek. You chuckled at the way he crimsoned. “Hm, I’ll get him a dark blue blazer then.”

Newt nodded his approval, subtly pulling you closer when a few meaner Gryffindors walked by.

“Newt, can I ask something?”

“Anything.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“…Forest?”

“Mhm, and why?”

“To show you. I p-practised.” He wiggled his fingers as a silent reminder of what he was talking about. You bobbed your head in response, smiling when you remembered your boyfriend was no longer a regular human wizard now. 

He never was from the start. He had always been special, in the best way.

“And I’m proud of you for that, love. Can’t wait to watch you play the otherworldly hero! Wizard criminals beware: powerful, mysterious, masked hero on the loose! He kills with his bare hands, trapping villains in cobwebs with his mighty skill! He—“

“OI! Y/N! STOP RIGHT THERE!” 

“Well well, if it isn’t Newt sodding Scamander.”

Bullstrode? Rosier? AGAIN? What now— Oh, they probably found out the Head Boy’s hoax.

Newt grabbed your hand and sprinted down the corridor, up a few of the moving stairs. The staircases shifted just in time, separating the two bullies from you two. They were seconds away from catching up: you ran faster and faster, pulling Newt along until you reached the one corridor that had the perfect unseen alcove.

Clearly Newt remembered it too.

He picked up pace, pulling you closer and sprinting faster. He raised his wand and pointed it to the ground, shouting out a confusion charm. A speck of gold exploded into a cloud of sparkling yellow dust, quickly growing into a wide barrier.

In less than three seconds your back was flat against the cold stone wall. Newt was squished tight against your chest: the alcove was very small. Not that you minded of course… what more could you ask for?

You ducked your head, turning away from Newt’s panting face to face the exit. You watched, silently chortling, as the older Slytherins stumbled through the yellow smoke, walked out of it spluttering and coughing, and ran straight ahead, dark wands aimlessly tossing spells back and forth.

You didn’t dare utter a word until you were certain they had disappeared around the corner. “Phew. That was close,” you whispered.

You didn’t know why you were whispering: it felt odd to speak out loud in such a calm and secretive place. Besides, the atmosphere felt… tense as it was.

You turned your head back to face your boyfriend, wondering why he was silent. “Newt?”

Newt stood there, pressing his back against the opposite wall to create as much space as possible. His face was scarlet, the blood rushing to his cheeks plenty obvious. His hands were glued to the wall on either side of your head. His usually tender eyes were on fire.

Newton Scamander wasn’t the type to pin his lover to a wall regularly, if at all. But right at this moment, it was clear he wouldn’t mind doing this more often after all.

“N… Newt?”

“Hm? Oh, s-sorry,” he smiled, lowering his head, tearing his burning gaze away from yours to check the surroundings.

“They’re gone.”

“But there’s more.”

“Huh?” You tried to duck under his arms to peek outside, but he pulled you back into the darkness. “What is it?”

“Don’t. They’re coming.”

As if on cue, footsteps began thundering across the floors of the school. Solid and heavy, rushed like they were busy people. Just a little light-footed. These were definitely not Rosier and Bullstrode.

The Gryffindor Quidditch Team. It was easy for you to recognise them just from their light-hearted, hurried footsteps.

Oh for Merlin’s sake, what are they doing here?!

“Where did Rosier say the brat went again?”

“Somewhere down this hallway. With the pathetic badger boyfriend.”

“Ah, traces of hexes. They’ve fought.”

“I sense a Confundus Charm lingering, Peverell. We should hurry and get out of here.”

“Scared of a little snake and their stuttering ba-ba-ba-badger, mate?” the Gryffindor Captain mocked.

You felt your hand on Newt’s shirt curling into a fist, longing to shoot a beautiful little hex at Peverell. Making fun of you was one thing… insulting your boy was another.

A warm hand slipped off the wall to your right, and gently patted your fist. A signal. You looked up to find him smiling back: his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Ah, yes, the side of Newt nobody else got to see. The ridiculously cheeky prick in him.

You grinned back and nodded once, cheering him on. That was all he needed. He pushed himself off the wall and shuffled closer to the doorway. Careful not to get caught, he let out his little Bowtruckle to crawl along the wall outside. After a minute and a half, the little friend returned to his open palm and pointed the exact direction the group of Gryffindors had stopped to inspect some spell-traces. “Thank you,” he mouthed, before raising his right hand. He flexed the joints, tested his wrist, aimed… and shot.

You hardly saw the string of silver that darted from beneath his sleeve, shooting towards the group like an arrow. The string of web touched the first muscular back and popped open like an umbrella, spreading its wings, wrapping all four Gryffindors present in a beautiful white cocoon. Right when the screams started mid-wrapping, you swung your wand at each of them from behind Newt’s protective frame, silencing every last one. The web then proceeded to happily wrap around their mouths as well, sealing them shut.

Perfect. “Mission accomplished.”

“Good job,” Newt complimented with a gentle, proud smile.

“You too, O Wonderful Spider-web Weaver,” you smiled back. You pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist and back firmly. What passed today may seem like one of many minor incidents but to you, it meant the world. “You helped save me from another day of wishing they would end me already,” you thought to yourself, burying your face in his warmth. “Thank you,” you whispered out loud.

He humbly nodded, squeezing you back.

“Happy you can protect me now?” You chuckled, quoting him from a few weeks ago.

“Mhm.” His chest heaved, a silent sigh puffing out of his lips.

“Guess we don’t need to go to the Forest to see your training now…”

“…Mhm.”

“Hey Newt?”

“Hm?”

“Could we, maybe, stay in here a bit longer?”

He buried his toothy grin in your messy hair. “Mhm.”