#hufflepuff!scott

Stiles raises his eyebrow and looks up; his hair is all askew and his uniform is in complete disarray, and Scott realizes with horror that Derek is tied to the bedposts, with a Slytherin tie on his left wrist and a Hufflepuff tie on his right. 

"Derek, of course," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. 

Derek is turning bright red.

Scott can’t decide whether he’s grateful for Stiles being clothed and straddling Derek in a way that Scott can’t see if Derek is naked or not, or mortified that he’s finding them in this position, you know, with Stiles straddling Derek who looks pretty naked. 

"Stiles, you can’t be up here, it’s after curfew!" Scott groans, closing his eyes. 

"You have never docked me points for hanging out in Hufflepuff," Stiles says delicately. "Plus no one cared when we started very obviously going at it so I thought it was all cool."

"Charles thought Derek was jerking off by himself!"

Stiles gives Derek an incredulous look. “Really? I mean, we were pretty loud, like does Derek make a habit of moaning my name all the time?” 

Scott looks at Derek who looks throroughly embarrassed now. “I’d say it’s pretty normal, I think his roommates are used to it, except Charles is really annoyed right now because I know he has a Defense presentation tomorrow.” 

"Awww, Derek," Stiles says, leaning forward— aaaand they’re kissing. 

Scott pulls the curtains closed on them. “I’m still docking points for Slytherin!” and he turns to walk out of the room. 

"Awww, Scott, you’re not even kicking me out! You’re the best!" Stiles’ voice calls from behind the curtain.

Stiles furrows his brow. “You sure? C’mon, take a whiff.”

"You must have gotten ripped off on your cologne deal because you smell exactly the same, Stiles," Derek says, exasperated. He grabs his rolls of parchment, quills, inkwell, and Ancient Runes textbook. "Scott’s at Quidditch practice, I don’t know why you’re here." 

Derek heads up the stairs to his dormitory to study in peace, and he barely catches Stiles grumble, “Well, there are other Hufflepuffs I like to visit, too.” 

~

The next day Derek is in Potions working on perfecting his Dreamless Sleep Potion, stirring carefully counter-clockwise when Professor Deaton opens the door, a guilty-looking Stiles behind him.

Professor Morrell looks up from where she’s standing at the front of the class. “Yes?”

"I found the culprit who was stealing from your supply cabinet," Deaton says.

"Really?" Morrell straightens up and marches over to Stiles. "Class, keep working on your potions, I’ll be right back."

Morrell grabs Stiles roughly by the arm and yanks him back into the hallway, the door swinging shut—but not quite—behind them. Derek can still hear her scolding Stiles, though. 

"Alright, I know exactly which potion you made with the ingredients you stole, and I am extremely disappointed in you, Stiles, Amortentia is extremely illegal—”

Wait, Stiles actually brewed Amortentia? Derek on one hand is actually impressed, it’s a finicky, complex potion. On the other hand, his stomach sinks a little— Stiles has someone he’s interested in that he’s foolish enough to spend time making the love potion in the chance that they’ll return his interests. 

"I didn’t give it to anyone!" Stiles protests. 

The sinking feeling in Derek’s stomach disappears. 

"I just wanted to see if I could make it, and I did— just a learning experience, Professor Morrell, honest!" 

Derek can hear Morrell huff. “If you weren’t the best student in my class I’d be worried you have injured yourself making it.” Morrell clicks her tongue. “Love potions aren’t the solution, Stiles,” she says. 

"I know, I know, I didn’t plan on anyone drinking the damn thing," Stiles whines. "I just— I just poured it all over myself so I could see what smells people were attracted to."

"Clever," Morrell says. "But I’m still deducting fifty points from Slytherin."

Stiles was covered in Amortentia yesterday when he walked into the Hufflepuff common room? Derek freezes. That explains why everyone was following Stiles around and sniffing him. 

Oh no.

Stiles knows.  

~

Derek figures he might as well get this over with so Stiles can put behind the embarrassing information he learned about Derek while he was on his quest to find out what smells Hogwarts students were attracted to (for blackmail purposes or future schemes, no doubt.)

He walks over to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall during dinner, where Stiles is telling Scott (the both of them clearly just go wherever the other goes), “I got docked fifty points, and it didn’t even work.” 

"Are you sure? You brewed it right and everything, like it was uncanny how you smelled exactly like Allison’s perfume to me," Scott replies.

"Yeah, but he didn’t smell anything, like what does that even mean? Is he attracted to no one? Does that mean there’s no chance ever for me?" 

Derek nearly trips over his own foot. 

Stiles whirls around and turns bright red. “Hey, Derek… how much of that did you hear?” 

"Um," Derek says. "Were you really just trying to find out what scents I was attracted to?" 

Stiles blushes. "Yeah, sorry about that, I just wanted to know, you know, just in case..." 

"I didn't know you were covered in Amortentia," Derek blurts out. "I told you that you didn't smell like anything but I meant you didn't smell any different. To me." 

He waits a second for it to sink in; Scott seems to realize immediately and grins and shoves Stiles' shoulder playfully when Stiles' jaw drops open. "So that means you already-- you--" 

"Yeah," Derek says awkwardly. "Okay, enjoy your dinner," he says, turning to head back to the Hufflepuff table. 

"Wait, you can't just-- !" Stiles calls out loudly as he goes, voice carrying enough so even the Gryffindors at the far end turn to watch the spectacle in interest. "Do you want to go with me to Hogsmeade next weekend, then?" Stiles yells.