#jackson hours

when he claims his good luck charm

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“what the hell are you doing in my room?”

after your morning class, already planning to spend the rest of your day in the comforts of your own bed, you find gryffindor!jackson sitting on it.

“get off my bed!” you exclaim angrily, stalking closer to him.

he pouts in response. “but i showered already...”

“i don’t care! it’s still my bed, and no one is allowed to sit or even touch it! so, get off.”

jackson stands up and raises his hands in defeat.

“and you haven’t even answered my question.” you glare pointedly at him. “what are you doing in my room? how the hell did you even get in here?”

“well, i have my ways.”

“you’re such a pain in the ass... i bet you’re using the marauder’s map again.”

he shrugs. “it’s for something important.”

“and what is that?”

“watch me, y/n.” jackson steps forward, leaning close as he whispers into your ear. “i’m going to win this match, and just like our bet, you’ll do whatever i want.”

you can’t help but chuckle. “we’ll see, babe.”

with that jackson is about to leave the room when he stops for a moment, turning back to you.

“what are you—”

your words are cut off as jackson leans in and kisses you. 

he winks at you. “your kisses are my good luck charm, remember?” then he rushes out of your room.

speechless, you stare at the space that he stood on.

i swear he’s going to be the death of me.

the sound of rain pitter-patters on the window creates a peaceful and serene atmosphere despite the turmoil that is going through your head.

you hear your front door opening and closing itself and the sound of someone shuffling their feet on the carpet to dry their shoes before taking them off.

jackson approaches your form, that is sitting on the window sill, carefully.

he had rushed out of his own house towards yours when he had found out what had happened to you, not even caring about the heavy storm.

“hey,” jackson starts.

you look at the man, and you suddenly feel tears starting to well in your eyes again.

“i...” you feel a lump in your throat.

without a word, he rushes to you and envelopes you in his warm embrace.

“shh... it’s okay, it’s okay... i’m here, i won’t let anyone hurt you. not anymore,” he whispers, stroking your head gently.

you bury your face deeper into his chest. “i can’t believe it. was i not enough? what did i do wrong?”

“no, you’re perfect just the way you are, y/n.” jackson holds your face, looking into your swollen eyes. “you didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”

"thank you, jacks," you whisper. "for being here... for being with me."

you squeal in delight as you see your boyfriend, jackson, stepping out of the terminal gate.

he runs towards you as soon as he sees you and envelopes you in his arms.

he buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.