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"I mean, they could have internal bleeding and we don't know," Her voice becomes clearer, "What if she's got a brain injury and she's just sitting there in a coma right now?"

"Robin…" Steve exhales in exasperation, "(Y/n) is fine, okay? You just need to calm down a bit-"

"Calm? You want me to be clam right now!?" Robin exclaims, "I just watched them fight off half a dozen of those demon-bat things for me! She ran out in front of me! You're the one always telling me that she likes me and that I'm not living in some sad little unrequited love story and for the first time, I thought; 'wow, maybe Steve is right if she's willing to do that - maybe i should ask her out after all'."

Your eyes finally ease open, complaining against the light as you try to take in your surroundings. You're lying on a worn out sofa, body aching with pain. A few feet away, you can make out Robin, red cheeks and furrowed brows, eyes glossy with tears. For a moment, the pain subsides, making way for a moment of burning hope to settle in you chest.

"How am I supposed to do that if she's in a coma? How am I supposed to tell her how I feel if I lose her before she was ever mine to lose!?"

"For a start, you stop talking so loudly," You croak, grimacing at the thumping pain in your head as you sit up slowly on your elbows. "I'm not in a coma, but brain injury might not be so far off…"

Even as you squint up at her, you can see the colour drain instantly from Robin's cheeks, fear flickering across her eyes. Her lips fall open, but for once, you've stunned her into silence.

"Then, you should apologise for ever doubting Steve."

Steve grins at the pair of you, nudging his friends with his foot until she stumbles clumsily towards you. She crouches down onto the floor beside the sofa, gulping nervously as Steve disappears with the promise of finding painkillers.

"You heard all of that?" Robin asks embarrassedly.

A smile pulls at your lips as you lift a shaky hand to cup her cheek, watching as a blush blooms beneath your fingers. You manage a pained sort of laugh, grimacing a little.

"I can't believe it took me jumping in front of an actual monster for you realise that I'm madly in love you, Robin Buckley," You exhale, stroking her cheek with the pad of your thumb, "You beautiful dumbass,"

For a moment, she gives you a look like she can't quite believe you. But as you trace a small circle over her cheek bones, Robin's lips quirk upwards into a bashful smile that fills you with a warmth to rival every ache in your body.

"'M sorry," She lifts her hand to take yours from her face, twisting her neck to gently kiss the palm of your hand, "I'm madly in love with you too."

You can feel her smiling against your hand, and the giddy feeling swelling inside you make you feel like giggling, though they soon spiral into spluttering coughs that make Robin's brows tighten with concern.

"Are you okay?" She asks, "What can I do?"

"Hm, will you kiss it all better?"

Robin laughs at your damsel in distress act, but begins again with a kiss to your hand, beginning a path down your arm, kissing each cut and bruise with an unbelievable tenderness that makes you feel like melting. As her lips caress a bruise on your jaw, before grazing across the skin towards your lips, there's no room for thoughts of your injuries, or your pain: just Robin, the curve of a smile against your skin and a relieved breathed across your lips before she leans in completely.

"Never scare me like that again," She pulls back to plead softly, "Okay?"

"No promises."

She rolls her eyes before pulling you gently into another kiss.

it becomes a tradition for him to present you with a little bouquet of flowers every saturday. neither of you know how or why it started, but neither of you want it to stop. he tries to mix it up each time, never wanting the next bouquet to look similar to the last. what never changes, though, is the cheesy grin on his face as he gives them to you.

as for the marauders, i'd have to ship you with james!

james, too, is always up for an adventure: he's a marauder. so he's more than happy to involve you in any of their pranks or schemes. though he swears he will never let you get in trouble for it, always somehow talking you out of a detention. if there's something particular you want to try, james will want to be involved too, no matter what it is! if you're interested, so is he.

one thing james loves is the contrast between your looks and your personality. he adores that you're not at all intimidating, quite the opposite actually, and thinks it's funny that people would perceive you in any other way. he may make a few teasing jokes, but he's never serious.

i also think james is a nature lover, so the two of you often explore the hogwarts grounds, seeing where certain pathways and forests lead to. a lot of sunny afternoons are spent lounging in the courtyard, your head in his lap as you both just appreciate the view around you, and the feel of the grass between your fingers.