#alt enchanted

sighing, miles looked around for any wondering eyes or listening ears

"look. rumour has it, weasley is gonna ask johnson to the ball. he plans to do it today so, there you have it. you get the girl you want and you don't have to worry about 'competing' against weasley. not that there'd be much competition. "

"you should know by now that rumours aren't always true. besides. look at them. the way she smiles at him. the way he reciprocates that smile. it'd be useless."

adrian groaned before slouching onto the table, almost knocking over the bottle of ink that rested between them

"i wouldn't say that mate. look."

adrian could only huff as he sat back up, a frown settling on his face as he looked over to to the gryffindor table before all emotion left, his face blank

he watched as the gryffindor girl smiled at the ginger beater before he turned to throw a scrunched piece of parchment at johnson, as miles had said. he also watched as the smile on the girl's face fell, her eyes watered and her movements quick as she scrambled to collect her things before dashing out of the great hall

"don't just sit there you prat, what are you waiting for? go after her!"

i heard there was someone but i know he don't deserve you

if you were mine i'd never let anyone hurt you

i wanna dry those tears

leaving the student-filled hall, adrian hurried through the empty corridors, looking left and right for the girl

a crack began to make its way down his heart as his ears picked up on the sounds of small sniffles, finding the girl sat upon a bench a few ways down from the great hall

"y/n? is that you?" his voice came out soft, surprising adrian for he thought it would break due to the close proximity of the girl of his dreams, "are you ok? what happened?"

watching the girl in front of him, he saw how broken she looked, the happiness that was once in her eyes a mere few moments ago was now dull, and it hurt him to see her shake her head softly before breaking the eye contact, moving her gaze to the pavement in front of her

thinking for a moment, his body acted before his mind could come up with words to speak, presenting an outstretched hand to her, waiting for it to be accepted

"come on," nodding his head to the side, he waited with his hand held out, "let's go for a walk. i promise it won't be a bore. i'm a pretty fun person."

adrian watched as her eyes drifted from his own to his outstretched hand and then back before she huffed as she, albeit reluctantly, placed her hand in his, grasping it softly as he pulled her from her seated position slowly

not saying anything for a few moments, the pair walked, hands still in each other's, taking in the sights of the school, the blanket of white coating every inch that was exposed, small, icy flakes fluttering and falling, both from the sky and the branches of trees that had collected hefty amounts

"so, mind telling me what's up?" adrian spoke out, filling the otherwise silent air before freezing up a bit, seemingly beating himself up at his blunt wording, turning to the girl frantically, "not that you should feel obligated to tell me, if it's something you wish to keep to yourself then i won't pester you about it. but. i am here if you do need to talk."

"you make it seem a lot more. serious than it is, i guess," she responded, wanting to reassure the boy whilst feeling idiotic herself, then scoffing and shaking her head whilst the boy's frown could only deepen which went unknown as the girl remained staring forward, "i mean. who cries because they watched their crush ask out another person to this really extravagant ball that's coming up? stupid, right?"

adrian felt his heart crack the slightest bit, his frown steady before he shook his head, wanting to comfort the girl more than anything

"y/n. that is a valid reason to be upset. it's not stupid at all. well, i guess its their loss."

he continued to watch the girl shake her head as more tears welled up, she stopped their walk, removing her hand from his grasp, which caught him off guard, before she turned to face him and placed both of them on his shoulder

"it's not stupid at all," he all but uttered, not wanting to scare or upset the girl any further by his usually confident and loud voice, "it's rather valid you know. but anyone would be a blind idiot to not take you."

adrian felt the movement as she removed the palms that rested on his shoulders, allowing his eyes to run over her face, the sunrays that slipped through the opened arches reflecting off of the tear tracks that were still streaming down either side as the familiarity of sadness and doubt swam in her eyes, which saddened the boy

"no, adrian. you don't understand. the girl is like. stupid gorgeous. like, her eyes are doe like, you could easily get lost in them. her skin is ridiculously smooth and clear, free of blemishes and pimples and blackheads, not to mention the tone of colour. her hair, looks alone, is so silky and it blows freely in the wind, never a single strand out of place. she's a bloody chaser on the quidditch team so that's a factor alone. her laugh is airy and fucking perfect. her smile is so warm and dreamy and captivating. she's not too short but not too tall. angelina johnson," taking a breath, the girl could feel her senses cloud, losing sight and touch, looking aimlessly past the boy, "she's so fucking perfect and. i'm just. me. i don't even know why i thought i had a chance. but the way he looked at me, smiled at me, with that stupid boyish grin he always wears. i was so sure it would happen. and then it didn't. i was stupid to think fred weasley, the class clown, would ask me to the ball when someone like angelina johnson roams the very same halls."

as the girl finished ranting, all adrian could think about was the way her eyes caught the light of the now fading sun beams as the sun set. though a smart girl, adrian knew she couldn't be more wrong than she was in that moment

'tell her adrian. just tell her' rang through his mind

"then go with me," he asked, no stated firmly and without a doubt, "i won't let you downplay yourself like that, comparing yourself to someone who is just another girl. who isn't all that. and that's not because i'm biased or partial as your friend. she may be beautiful, but you radiate beauty. and i won't let you continue to bottle up these thoughts that you hold against yourself when they aren't true. so, i am asking you to go to the yule ball with me, as my date."

'just come with me as my date. come with me.' he thought

"oh ade, i, i can't. i just, i don't want a pity date. just because the guy i wanted to go with asked someone else."

instead of arguing, because him asking her wasn't out of pity, adrian held out his hand to her, waiting until she eventually took it, though not without a look of confusion before he cleared his throat, taking her down the corridor

in a horrible, posh british accent, like more posh than his usual accent, he sang out loud, his voice echoing off of the walls for all to hear

"hee hee"

"ade, what are you doing?"

"my baby's always danCInG, and iT WouLdN't be a bAd tHiNG. BUt i doN't geT nO lovInG, aNd thAt'S nO LiE"

adrian could only chuckle as he noticed that she was quickening her pace to match his, slowing down the smallest bit to help her out, looking over her face to see that the look of sadness that once adorned it was now replaced with a small smile and a look of wonder

"ade-"

"wE sPenT thE nIGhT in fRisCo, aT evEry kiNdA diScO. fRoM thAt nIghT i kIsSed oUr lOvE gOodByE."

as he butchered sang that last line, he pulled the girl by her arm and dropped her into a dip, his smile widening as she let out a loud cackle

could she be anymore beautiful

"ADRIAN-"

"dOn't bLAmE iT on tHe sUNsHinE, DOn'T bLamE It on thE mOoNlIGhT, dON't bLAme oN ThE gOoD tiMeS. bLAmE iT on thE boOgie."

doing one more spin, the boy left the girl in the middle of the corridor before skipping and spinning and prancing circles around her, her smile growing and lighting up the otherwise darkening hall as the sun set

"i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET. i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET."

now out of breath, the boy dropped onto both knees, gesturing for her hands and asking once more

"i hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you," he chuckles, taking in deep breaths, the musical break out doing more numbers on him than his weekly quidditch practices, "so, i'll ask again. will you, y/n y/l/n, chaser of the gryffindor quidditch team and total heartthrob, accompany myself, adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and also total heartthrob, to the yule ball? i can't promise i'll be as 'extravagant' as i was in this moment, but i'll be the best damn date you could ever wish for."

"well, i mean i don't know, i-" when he heard that, he couldn't help the fact that his heart dropped the slightest bit, his confident faltering yet not dropping before he saw the look in her eyes change from something a little playful to something more genuine, "of course i will ade. how could i say no after that?"

breathing out a sigh of relief, he went to wrap his arms around her before realising he was still on his knees, getting up and then embracing the girl who was no longer teary eyed and instead glowing, radiating warmth and happiness

y/n' pov

it was christmas night. the night of the yule ball and y/n finds herself in hermione's dorm room, getting ready with said girl and the youngest weasley

"ok but can we talk about that proposal again and how cute it was," ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the oldest girl's hand and twirling, though almost falling due to the wedges that adorned her feet, "i mean. i always saw you two together so i knew he was friendly but. the singing, the dancing, the 'falling onto his knees'. it was so romantic."

"it was quite sweet, huh?" y/n thought back to the evening, the boy was attractive. anyone blessed with the ability to see knew that. but he had asked her as a friend. right?

"like.. sweeter than all the sweets at honeydukes combined. and that's really sweet. he was.. starstruck. did you see the way he looked at you? it was practically heart-eyes. he adores you. he had this soft smile on his face and his eyes glowed. it was like you had hung, no, handpicked the moon and the stars for him. he was enamoured."

"that's a little.. much, don't you think?"

"um, no? girl, are you as blind as harry? i'm gonna ask you again. did you see the way he looked at you? it was like those stars that you picked were placed in his eyes and they created the brightest milky way. the bright specks in his eyes created constellations. if you looked hard enough, you could probably see orion"

y/n could feel her face flush as she thought about the little 'proposal' that took place a few days ago and her friend's words as she looked over to the clock in the room before turning to the bed that had her dress hanging just above it, "come on. we've got just under two hours before the ball, and i would like to do your hair. your dress is beautiful by the way."

 "i just know he's gonna be blown away with how gorgeous you'll look. i mean the satin and the deepness of the green, which honestly suits you. even if he wore his house tie, it would still match your dress. you'd look hot as a slytherin. too bad you're too much of a lion to be a snake," the older girl started shaking her head, slightly chuckling and wanting to interject, however, ginny's words came out first, "enjoy your night with adrian. you deserve."

before y/n could respond to the girl after having braided and pinned up her ginger hair into a half up/half down style, hermione's voice echoed from the bathroom

"y/n, could you please help me with my hair?"

quickly slipping into her own dress, she then knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, to see a nervous hermione granger in a beautiful periwinkle dress that complimented the soft brown of her eyes

"and what is it that i will be doing with your hair tonight, miss?" she asked in a horrible mock posh accent, "would you care to flip through our catalogue? i personally love style 3."

"i was actually wondering if you could help me curl it and then pin it back, i don't want to do too much with it," she requests, finally looking over to her friend before gasping slightly, "the dress is absolutely gorgeous on you, y/n. adrian won't know what hit him. if we didn't already have dates, i'd take you myself. save me a dance, perhaps?"

"oh, of course, kind lady. it would be an honour to get the opportunity to dance with you at this regal ball," she continued with her horrible accent, whilst casting a charm to curl hermione's hair, going to speak again but losing the accent, her tone sincere, "you look beautiful, mione. i just know viktor won't be able to keep his eyes off you. and i mean, i wouldn't blame him. i wouldn't want to look away from you either. you really did a wonderful job at picking the dress. should i ever get married, obviously as one of my bridesmaids, or even maid of honour, i'd have you pick out the dresses without a doubt. ok, all done. what do you think?"

"oh, y/n," before y/n could say anything, hermione threw her arms around her, "it's absolutely beautiful, thank you. ok, take a seat and i'll do your hair and your make up if you'd like. not that you'd need any. your natural beauty alone would blow the minds of the whole school, hogwarts, beauxbatons and durmstrang. veela's have nothing on you."

"granger, you flatter me. surprise me will you? i don't really have anything in mind so go at it however you see fit. and maybe just a clear gloss. that way, i can get absolutely hammered and not worry about having to remove a full face of make up."

at the request, hermione spun the girl so that she was no longer facing the mirror, taking the still charmed wand and curling her hair back to resemble that of beach waves, keeping it soft and light, not overdone, before parting her hair, braiding the top half of the two section before tying it off into two separate ponytails that sat on the top of her head, similar to a half up/half down style. she then applied a coat of clear gloss as requested, as well as a light coat of mascara to really accentuate her eyes, before spinning her again, ready for the reveal.

"i'd like to see adrian try and take his eyes away from you. it'd be with great difficulty, i'll tell you that much. you'll easily be the prettiest girl at the ball."

"oh, mione, you can't say that when you'll be there. if i'm gorgeous, you're absolutely stunning. i honestly am envious that viktor is taking you. though i'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. don't hide away too much, yeah? i will be getting that dance," she then hugged the younger girl, careful as to not wrinkle either dress or ruin either hairstyle, "thank you for this. i don't think i've ever felt this pretty. who needs a beauty team? i just need you, my girl. let's go blow everyone away, yeah?"

"let's do it."

walking down to the great hall, the duo heard gasps and saw looks of awe as they turned heads. y/n saw the youngest weasley standing with neville and her own date, who, as he met her gaze, began walking over to meet her at the foot of the staircase

"i'll see you around, mione. blow them all away."

the girls hugged a final time before separating to move to their respective dates

"wow, y/l/n. you look incredible. didn't take you to be much of a green girl but it really does suit you. maybe you should've been sorted into slytherin, would've fit right in."

"mm, i don't think so. too many snakes for me to handle. i'm happy with my little pride of lions. must admit, you do look quite incredible yourself. very handsome. i very much like that your tie matches my dress. you wouldn't have asked one of my friends about the colour, would you?"

"whaat? me? never. that does not sound like me at all. but yes. yes i did. reckon we'll make quite the couple. turning heads left, right and centre."

"maybe i should have worn a burgundy. once in a lifetime opportunity to see you in red. reckon you'd look quite ravishing i suppose."

"maybe not so much. wouldn't want to make a fool of myself. at least you can pull off any colour," he exclaimed, a sort of enchanted look adorning his face, "maybe after the the tournament is over, i could take you on a proper date, and maybe, emphasis on the word maybe.. i'll sport some ruby socks or maybe a scarlet bow tie. how does that sound?"

"fashionably awful.. what i'd give to see you in some vibrant, red socks."

"maybe a second date?"

"woah there partner, calm down. take me on my first, why don't you?"

adrian wrapped his arm around her middle, pulling her closer as he leaned down to whisper into her ear

"i'm escorting you to the ball as your d a t e, aren't i? this is a date, is it not?"

she could only pull away as her ears tinted pink, slapping his chest before stepping away properly

"that- it- this doesn't count. technically."

he just chuckled before holding out a hand towards her

"shall we make our way inside now, miss head-turner?"

"we shall. lead the way, mr head-turner."

as they were making their way in, they passed a familiar group, that consisted of her fellow chasers angelina and alicia, her best friend's, fred, george and lee, and lee's date, patricia stimpson, picking up on the conversation they were having before stopping by

"-you have to admit, she and pucey make quite the cute couple. it had to have been the talk of the school. one of our chasers with slytherin's chaser and heartthrob, adrian pucey. i mean she was left smiling hours after. sure, he can't sing to save his life, but it was adorable. the way he got on his knees and grapsed onto her. the way he spun her. her cackle! i don't think i've seen her so happy!"

"aw, ang."

"y/n?! hi- wow. you look.. you look gorgeous. you should definitely wear green more often"

"told you."

"stop it ade," she said, flustered before turning to her friends, "angie, you look amazing. ali, i couldn't have picked out a better dress for you. my girls look stunning. hi! i don't believe we've met before. i'm y/n. i've heard lee talk about you a lot though and i can't wait to get to know you," lee turned to the girl and made a face to which the group broke out into laughter, "george? you brushed your hair? that's gotta be, what? the first time in how long now?"

"shut up, y/n," george nudged lightly at her shoulder, a grin settled on his face, "like you can talk. i forget you're a girl sometimes with the clothes you lounge around in. you're a completely different person. are you sure you're our y/n?"

"oh, ha, ha," she spoke, sarcastic yet amused, as she turned to fred, "there's not a chance that i'm looking at frederick gideon weasley. he'd sell george's, ron's and his own liver to the dark lord before he dresses up in fancy dress robes for a fancy ball."

"ah very comedic, you know that i do know how to shower right?"

"since when?" the group began to laugh again before she turned to adrian, "well, it was nice catching up with you all but we should start heading in now, yeah? i'll see you guys around. girls, don't hide away, i'll come looking for you because i'd love to steal a dance."

looking around the now wintry filled hall, y/n couldn't help but gasp, her grasp around adrian's arm tightening

just when you thought the school couldn't get anymore magical

"oh, ade it's wonderful. it's so magical."

"i'm afraid that's to be expected in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, my dear. thought you knew that. this'll shock you. we also have wands each that produce spells and charms. just as magical."

rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, she lightly shoved the boy before looping her arm through his once more

"shut up, smart arse, you know what i mean."

"i do. but i must say, it's got nothing on you and your beauty. really did me dirty because now i have to fend off the whole school. it'd be considered lucky if i'm 436th in the line of 947. you really have charmed the school, y/l/n."

"you flatter me. look, here come the champions? ugh, my mione is so gorgeous. booked myself a dance with her, i did. luckiest girl in the world i consider myself to be."

"well i guess i'm 437th in the line now. i hope you're ready for your feet to be aching."

"oh stop it ade. if anything, you're 537th. no, i probably won't dance with that many people, to be completely honest. you, mione, ginny, luna, alicia, angelina and patricia. oh my goodness. look at fleur. she's absolutely stunning."

"again. i mean, yeah she's pretty. but looking at the girl on my arm, she's nothing but a caterpillar next to the butterfly that is you. don't tell her that though. she might send the whole of beauxbatons on my arse and i'd like to be around long enough to walk you back to your common room."

"you're such a flirt. might wanna watch out."

"why? is the infamous y/n y/l/n scared to fall in love with the handsome, dashing, charming, endearing, loving, kind and caring adrian pucey?"

"not to mention cocky and the lack of humbleness. it's quite the opposite. wouldn't want to break your heart when you inevitably fall in love with me, ade."

"oh because it will hurt for sure. thank you for watching out for my heart," he chuckled, grasping his chest, as if to reinforce the protection he holds over his heart, "i just want to give you the full experience as my date. that includes the corny compliments, horrible jokes and puns and of course my amazing dancing skills. so, what do you say? we go spike the punch, have a few glasses and then hit the dance floor and show everyone what we're made of? not enough to be absolutely wasted, but enough to allow you to feel the rush, enough to be tipsy, enough for you to sober up easily after a couple songs."

"let's do it."

5 minutes later

adrian' pov

the dances of the champions has concluded and now other couples are invited to occupy the vast dance room

y/n and adrian, three glasses of spiked punch layer, were just a little tipsy, feeling the rush of the alcohol but were stable enough to find each other's touch and guided the other to the dance floor as a familiar song began to play

something told me it was over

when i saw you and her talking

something deep down in my soul said “cry girl”

when i saw you and that girl walking around

swaying together, the pair moved closer, the warmth welcoming both of them, though all adrian could think about was the way she rested her head on his chest, the scent of her coconut shampoo wafting from the few strands close to his nose, the smell invading his nostrils as he breathed in the sweet smell. all he could think about was the lovely sound of her voice as she spoke to him

"i love this song. the lyrics tell such a sad story but etta james just captures the feelings that should be portrayed so beautifully. the fact that she'd want to lose her sense of sight than to have to watch the man she's in love with push her to the side as he pursues another."

'she's so pure' he thinks to himself

i would rather, i would rather be blind

than to see you walk away

so you see, i love you so much

that i don’t wanna watch you leave me

"the song is rather sad. i must say though. i wouldn't want to go blind when i have you in front of me, dazzling the whole school."

"and so the corny puns start, huh? do your worst, pucey."

"oh darling, don't worry. i plan to."

when the reflection in the glass that i held to my lips now baby

revealed the tears that are all on my face

baby i’d rather be blind

than to see you walk away from me

the song then ended, though the pair continue to sway, seemingly lost in their own world as another fan favourite began to play, y/n removing her head from adrian's shoulder to better appreciate the abba song, if you will, grasping the hand that rested on her hand to manoeuvre him around, matching the tempo the upbeat song

'i swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me like it was a private show. of course she can sing'

you can dance

you can jive

having the time of your life

see that girl

watch that scene

digging the dancing queen

"i swear this song is like every teenage girl's 'anthem', i guess you could call it. i heard this song a lot growing up. mum loved it."

the two would spin each other, the previous stance during the slower dance gone as they were laughing loudly together. if it were possible, adrian's eyes would take the shape of the cutesy hearts that he'd often see y/n doodle on her spare pieces of parchment. he very much resembled the small figures that muggle fellytones had. what were they, emojis? either way, he was sure that they would remember this night for the rest of their lives

anybody could be that guy

night is young and the music’s high

with a bit of rock music

everything is fine

you’re in the mood for a dance

and when you get the chance

"dad always found mum's taste in music a little weird, being a muggle and all, but he loved her and her weird little quirks so much. he loved how happy she got whenever the song would play, so he would always play it any chance he got."

"was wondering who you inherited your quirkiness from. figured it was something you picked up on your own. seems that isn't the case."

slapping his chest lightly, she threw her head back, laughing

"oi! how rude. some gentleman you are, ade. feeling real flattered right now. like gosh, i might faint. falling head over heels."

'could she be anymore perfect' his smile nevee left his face

"oh shush."

you are the dancing queen

young and sweet

only seventeen

dancing queen

feel the beat of the tambourine

"i didn't think i'd have this much fun if i'm being honest," y/n laughed as they continued to mindlessly jump and twirl around together, knowing that others were watching, and that they'd probably look at the two weirdly for their assortment of strange dance moves, "but i'm so glad i'm here with you tonight, ade. the evening has been absolutely wonderful."

"your mother's a muggle, right?"

"yes? why?"

"just had to be sure. do you know if she ever went to those muggle balls that they hold in movies? prom was it?"

"i didn't know you watched muggle films," she glanced over to the boy who was now bashful, sporting a small smile, "but uh, no. prom is an american event. mum, however, did go to a formal. who she went with, i wouldn't know. i just know it wasn't dad. she met him a good 5 years after she finished school."

"well, i saw that proms often crown for prom king and queen. if you ask me, who needs a prom queen when i have my dancing queen right in front of me."

she cackled once again, wanting to slap his chest yet again but deciding against it and instead fixing up his tie which had been a little lopsided

"you really are something, you know that."

"i think they have one more upbeat song before they play a final slow song, so what you say we have a few more glasses and sober up before the last dance."

another three glasses later and the second last song began to ring out through the hall

i’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day

when it’s cold outside

i’ve got the month of may

"this song just makes me so happy. it was my parents wedding song. mum grew up with it and she introduced dad to the song after their second date. dad's loved it ever since. would always sing it to her. it makes me feel warm."

i guess you’d say

what can make me feel this way

my girl

talking 'bout my girl

"i wish i grew up on songs like these. they just seem so nostalgic even though i'm hearing them for the first time tonight."

"ade, you're joking? you cannot be serious. this is urgent. every time we hang out, no matter, i will play one song. this just isn't acceptable. i refuse to believe it. we obviously have to listen to queen, and the manhattans, and we obviously can't forget about the beatles-"

'your girl, huh?' ' 'shut up. literally any moment but now' 'you wanna kiss those lips, it's all you've been thinking about' 'stupid brain'

i’ve got so much honey

the bees envy me

i’ve got a sweeter song

than the birds in the trees

"what do you say y/l/n? reckon my singing the other week was sweeter than the birds that roam hogwarts?"

"that was singing? well, sweet isn't the first word that comes to mind."

"oi, you should be grateful. i don't give out thise performances for free. only on special occasions. it was a moment to remember forever."

as the song faded out, the couple noticed dumbledore moving to make a final announcement. they knew the yule ball was coming to an end

"it is with great sorrow that i announce the yule ball is coming to a finish with one final, concluding song. i ask that every gentlemen, or gentlelady is to gently take his or her partners hand and lead them to the floor for one final dance."

and with one dramatic bow, adrian offered his hand to y/n for the last time that night

"shall we, m'lady?"

with the brightest smile adrian has ever seen on her face, she grabbed both sides of the skirt of her dress before curtseying and placing her hand in his

"we shall, my kind sir."

as the opening of the track began, y/n couldn't help the water the glossed her eyes, the familiar song bringing a smile to her face as she pulled adrian closer, taking in the slightly faded, yet still there, scent of his cologne, resting her head on his chest as a tear slipped past the waterline of her eye

feeling a warm yet wet sensation seeping through his dress shirt, he looked down to see the girl of his dreams in tears

"are you alright?" he asked, brushing a few tears away, though more just slipped by, so the boy just continued to lovingly stroke her cheek, "did you want to leave?"

"no, no. i'm more than alright actually," she shook her head, there was no sign of the tears coming to an end but she still looked just as beautiful, flashing him the smile he had fallen in love with before it dropped as she saw the slight smudge of mascara and tears on his shirt, "oh ade, i'm so sorry about your shirt, i'll buy you another one."

"my wand's in my dorm room, i'll fix it later, ok? don't worry about it. just.. dance with me. let me hold you right now."

honey, you are my shining star

don't you go away

wanna be right here where you are

until my dying day

"this was dad's song. not his favourite. but it was the song everyone associated with him the most. we lost him when i was so very little. i realised that the times i brought him tonight, i spoke as if he was still present. it's just, being at hogwarts, it's like i forget that every summer, i just go back to mum. i forget that he won't be waiting for me, or my mum for that matter, anymore. and it's been years. i couldn't think of a better song. it's like.. he's here.. in a way. you would've liked him, and he would've loved you."

so many have tried

tried to find a love like yours and mine

girl don't you realise

how you hypnotise

make me love you more each time

the tears had stopped eventually as the girl thought of two of the most important men in her life, and she wondered when adrian became one of those men, though she never questioned why. and she noticed so many similarites between how her dad made her mum feel, from what she saw in the old family films, and how adrian made her feel; she recognised the same giggle that she often let out when thinking about adrian and immediately thought back to the time her mother and father giggled when they found out they were pregnant with her. oh that was a clip to watch, their smiles bright and eyes warm and filled with love

adrian would hear her sing along to the song from time to time, it was like the world around them disappeared, leaving them alone and a single thought ran through his mind

'when the lights come on and i'm on my own, will you be there to sing it again'

"you really are beautiful, y/l/n. i don't know if i've said the enough tonight. my most sincerest apologies."

"don’t go all sapfest on me now, pucey," she uttered, moving to slap his chest before just softly place her hand over it instead as she chuckled, "i'm already your date. no need for the flattery.. though, i'd be lying to myself if i didn't think you were handsome."

"ah, so you've been thinking about me, huh?"

y/n scoffed, pushing at him, though her smile still present

honey i'll never leave you lonely

give my love to you only

'i think she's it for me' 'think? you absolute dumbass bitch. you've been making goo goo eyes at her for how long now and you think?!' 'where do you keep coming from? just leave me alone' 'i'm you dumbass. honestly, what does she see in you? i ask myself everyday. like, seriously'

"how did your parents meet? if you don't mind me asking."

"oh, no not at all. dad moved over to the muggle world a few weeks after the first wizarding war. the casualties had taken a toll on his mental health, when he quite literally bumped into mum. he sent the papers that were in her hands flying. mum said she had never heard the word 'sorry' more than in that moment, before he took her out for a coffee. he won her heart over that day, and he still has it. even if he isn't here. it's like.. even to mum, his presence is there. like he never left. which is why we love the song so much."

feels so good

when we're lying here

next to each other

lost in love

baby when we touch

love you so much

you're all i ever dreamed of

"do you think.. i could meet him sometime? your dad i mean. like, of course i'd want to meet your mum, but.. i'd also really like to meet him."

"oh, um.." her heart was pounding, for never in a thousand years did she think she'd hear that come from his mouth and she's imagined a lot of things coming from his mouth, not that she'd tell him, "ade. really.. it's not that i don't want you to. but his burial is in new zealand. and i wouldn't want to put you through all that trouble and flights cost so much these days and i just.. i don't know."

"babe, you're looking at one of hogwarts' best flyers. second to you of course."

she could only shake her head as her heart continued to fill with warmth

"you know what? yeah.. yeah, i'd really like that. i can't promise it'd be a fair race though."

"i wouldn't expect anything less."

the ending chords carried out as the two were brought to a gentle sway, wanting to stay in the moment a little longer whilst other couples started heading out

"well. the time has come. shall i escort you to your common room, my fair maiden?"

"i'd like nothing more, my kind chauffeur."

... "chauffeur?"

"it's.. never mind, lead the way."

as the familiar portrait appeared in the line of sight, the couple stood a few feet away before turning to each other

"thank you for tonight ade, really," y/n felt a little saddened that the night had come to an end, she worried it be her last interaction with the boy for a bit of time, despite their earlier conversation and the depth of what he had asked her, "i had such a good time and i couldn't have wished for a better date."

leaning up, she placed the smallest peck on his cheek before smiling up at him and turning to leave

'you're not gonna let her walk away right?'

"hey, wait!" he grabbed onto her wrist, firm but gentle, pulling her in closer to him, getting a good look at her face, brushing stray strands of hair out of her to get see her eyes that shimmered clearly, "i have another question for you, my little lion."

adrian felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest as the girl continued to look up at him

"i've known of you since our second year. you zipped past me on your broom during try outs and i knew you were a force to be reckoned with. i never spoke to you until our fourth year when we had potions together and i remember praying that the next lesson wouldn't be on amortentia because i knew the room would just smell like you and your sweet, fruity perfume, strawberries and newly bloomed roses. and i remember thinking how my heart would be able to take having the most memorable scents of you invading my nostrils in every corner that i stepped into. i was 14, i didn't know much about feelings. but i knew i was down. i was down bad. but your eyes were on.. fred. and i didn't want to potentially ruin anything that could've happened between you both," his words became a little more firmer as he reached down to grab a hand, holding on tight as he played with her fingers, not wanting to look into her eyes, "i remember bitching to miles about how he was gonna ask you, how you'd say yes and how there would be no point in asking you to the ball, that it'd only be heartbreak for me. but then i watched as you ran off, and i heard your sobs as i found you. and 16 year old adrian, put his feelings aside for the girl he was hopelessly in love with.. and became her shoulder to cry on. but he wanted to be.. wants to be so much more than that.. so i wanted to ask you.. could i be the one you talked about in all your stories you tell your friends.. can i be the guy who gets to cheer for you and lift you into an airborne hug the moment i get onto the pitch as you win another quidditch match? can i be the guy who walks you to all your classes, even if my own is on the other side of the castle, before escorting you back here at the end of every night? can i be the guy who races you to hogsmeade so that i can pay for every order because i know you'll fight me on who pays? can i.. be him? can i be him-"

it's like all of adrian's senses shut off as he felt his tie being grabbed and dragged, his face soon following before his lips made contact with a soft pair, the kiss sending his mind into an overload before his favourite sound inflitrated his ears, his mind off in another world

"you can definitely be him."