#pucey

“love, i think it’s time we moved to the great hall, don’t you think?” y/n asked, “i mean, you have a match tomorrow, i wouldn’t want you to go to rest on an empty stomach.”

“i actually might just shoot to the bathroom real quick but why don’t you make your way inside and find a seat and i’ll catch up with you, hm?” he had responded, his irish accent thick

y/n could barely nod in response as he removed his hand from hers, standing up quickly and taking his leave

his behaviour would have been suspicious to anyone, however, y/n shrugged off those thoughts

i mean she had nothing to worry about right?

the two had met through their mutual friend, adrian pucey and had been together for just short of 2 months, having bonded over the share of interest for quidditch

whilst adrian and miles had met in first year during sorting after finding that they were both sorted into slytherin, y/n and adrian had met in the early stages of their childhood, courtesy of their parents whom attended hogwarts together

despite having been separated due to attaining different attributes and thus, being sorted into different houses, the two still remained close and in contact as the years passed in hogwarts

it was not until their third year that y/n had accumulated a crush on the irish boy that played as keeper for the slytherin quidditch team, adrian’s friend, miles bletchley, whom she shared a few classes with

and so began the small whispers to adrian, whom was not excited but nonetheless supportive of his childhood friend's small crush

after all, that's all this would be right?

if adrian could have eaten up his words at that moment, he would have, his eyes bulging, almost threatening to pop out of their sockets as he turned the corner of the corridor and saw his good friend miles bletchley tuck a few strands of the familiar y/h/c hair behind the ear of a familiar, giggly figure

when he had heard the rumours that the two were a couple, he wanted to laugh in disbelief

surely the rumours were false. i mean, y/n would have told him by now, right?

you know i don't lie

so i tell you the truth

that i'm so in love with you

even when it hurts me to

the otherwise buzzing great hall is brought to a deathly silence, at least to adrian it is, as the newly announced couple make their way in, hand in hand as they walk to the slytherin table together

as the pair got closer and closer to the end at which adrian was sat, whom was still somewhat dazed, the whooping and hollering had seemed to pick up as few of the boys’ friends slapped miles on the back

whilst miles had picked up a conversation with graham montague, adrian turned to y/n, before motioning to the doors of the great hall

though confused, she knew it had to be important, so after nodding towards her closest friend, she gently removed her hand from miles’ hold, who looked up to the girl with a look of confusion before being waved off

whilst the two made their way to the entrance of the great hall, miles looked at the back of the pair for a moment before shrugging it off and turning to resume his conversation with graham

once the two had found a bench a few feet away, adrian had motioned for her to sit down before he turned to her, the look on his face incredulous

“miles? really y/n?” he posed, his eyebrows raised, and his usually soft and soothing voice, now high in pitch, “of all people you could have possibly dated, you chose miles?”

“i honestly don’t know what you’re going on about nor why you think that’s any of your business,” the usually soft-spoken girl had also began to raise her voice ever so slightly, though it wasn’t enough for it to echo down the corridor, “besides, i told you i liked him, so what has changed since then?”

“i figured your small crush would just continue to be a crush, a longing if you will,” adrian presumed, “i didn’t think he’d actually ask you out. besides were you ever going to tell me because finding out that you’re closest friend is dating hogwarts’ renowned playboy from a couple second years isn’t a nice feeling.”

y/n could only gape at her supposed best friend

“i don’t have to tell you anything, it’s my information to share,” she exasperated, “and don’t call him that."

“why? you and i both know it’s true, you just refuse to believe it,” adrian declared

“how can you even say that about your friend?” y/n questioned, standing up from bench before saying, “some friend you are.”

and with that, she began to walk back to the great hall, making her way to her own house’s table to sit with her friends

adrian took a deep breath before standing up himself to move inside, making his way back over to his seat, where miles and graham were still mid-conversation

as he got closer, the conversation was clearer

“that’s got to be your what? sixth relationship this month miles?” graham remarked, seemingly impressed, “how do you do it?”

“it’s all a dare graham, that’s all it is,” miles replied before saying, “besides everyone knows that y/h’s are only good for a fun time in bed, isn’t that right flint?”

adrian could only scoff, blocking out what his captain had said in response

sometimes miles wasn’t always the douchiest prick that he was showcasing to the slytherin team

sometimes miles was the friend that adrian needed when he couldn’t go to y/n

yet all he wanted to do was take bole or derrick’s beater bat during the next match and whack a bludger or two at the keeper for even insinuating taking his best friend to bed

y/n could be pissed at adrian for all he cared, he wouldn’t allow miles to talk about her like that

before he could say anything, he heard miles begin to talk again

“it doesn’t really matter if she’s good or not,” miles boasts, “you all know that i take the girl to bed once before ditching her for a new one.”

this time, adrian had heard flint begin to speak

“hey pucey? you’re close to the girl,” adrian could only nod, though he had a feeling that he wouldn’t like where this is going, “is she any good in bed? bet you’ve seen the sinful little body of hers that’s tucked away by those horrid cloaks.”

he couldn’t help but shake before storming off to the y/h table, in search of the girl

upon hearing stomp-like noises, y/n had moved her focus from the conversation between her friend group to the left side of her, seeing an angry looking adrian pucey making his way to her

she could only roll her eyes and huff in annoyance as he finally made it to her, stopping directly to her left

before he could say anything, she had beat him to it

“adrian, i don’t want to talk to you right now so just leave me alone.” she spoke firmly.

“y/n, you have to listen to me,” he stated, before his voice dropped to a slight whisper as he uttered, seemingly desperate, “please.”

she could only sigh heavily, and saw that adrian looked hopeful before she settled further into her seat

“if what you have to say is so important, then i’m sure you can tell me right here.” she claimed

though this wasn’t what he wanted, adrian could on sigh in defeat

“i’m telling you now, and i need you to believe me,” adrian starts, taking a deep breath before continuing, “miles only wants to take you to bed, those are his true intentions.”

y/n could only scoff with a sarcastic smile before looking up to him

"really? this is a bit far don’t you think?” she asked, her mood dropped, “i get it, you don’t like the boy, but you could at least be the slightest bit supportive for me.”

adrian could only throw his hands to his hair, exasperated

“you know i care about you and would never want to see you hurt,” he exclaimed, “y/n, believe me i know the guy, i know what he’s like and he’s everything but good for you.”

“oh yeah?” she took a deep breath before continuing, “and who is good for me pucey?”

it was now or never

‘me’

a singular word

he just had to utter it

so why was it so hard?

noticing his hesitance, y/n all but raised a brow

“anyone that isn’t him,” adrian uttered, again sighing in defeat as he gazed down at the ground

y/n again let out a scoff, turning to say goodnight to her friends before pushing past adrian and walking to leave the room

sometimes when i wake

with a smile on my face

dreaming of you

but it was all good to be true

upon reaching her room, she could only allow her body to throw itself onto her bed

she had known adrian for as long as she could remember, the two being like peas in a pod

they were with each other through everything

so why was now any different

surely adrian knew that this was her first relationship, making it all that much special

so i hadn’t told him, but the relationship is still relatively new

if anything it was anything but serious

oh, that isn’t really a good way to word it

we were still getting used to each other and the new relationship

yeah, that’s it

y/n can only hope that what happened tonight will be fixed the next day

after all, adrian was her best friend

nothing would change that, no matter how angry she was in that moment

if soulmates existed, y/n was sure adrian was hers

platonically of course

with her best friend on her mind, the y/h fell into a deep slumber

that night, she had sweet, sweet dreams of possible future dates with miles whom she was excited to further the relationship with

yet at the same time she found herself thinking about adrian

adrian and the words he had said to her during dinner

but mainly adrian and the way the sun seemed to make his eyes, that she had always found beautiful, glimmer as she seemed to get lost in his irises

she thought about the way his hair, which she always loved to run her hands through, sat and accentuated his facial features that only seemed to become more beautiful as they grew

she thought about his ears, the ones that always listened to her as she talked about her day and ranted about her favourite books and muggle television shows, and how she thought they were adorable when he had tried to cover them in their second year

she thought about his comforting smell, the faint scent of broom polish and grass from his quidditch training, along with the scent of sandalwood with a hint of coconut and honey

and then she thought about the way he spoke about miles

and the slight smile that had seemed to find its way on her face, dropped

and i know my worth

and maybe i'm holding back

from what i truly need

and it's not how you've been treating me

the last few weeks, y/n’s  thought had been of miles and everything they could possibly do in the future

though now, she couldn’t help but think about her best friend

adrian was always on her mind in some way, but this

this felt different

and it just felt.. right

what it meant though, she had no idea

she cared for the boy, having known him for 9 years

that was a given

but this was.. different

she found herself wanting to be the reason as to why he smiled

the reason as to why his eyes sparkled just that little bit more

the reason as to why his nose and cheeks tinted pink as he thought about.. me

i have a crush on my best friend

i have a crush on the one and only, adrian pucey

i have to talk to miles

he needs to know

with knowledge of the boys schedule , y/n began to make her way to the quidditch field

though she knew adrian would be there, she knew she needed to talk to miles

upon reaching the field, she saw that the boys were not present and playing, before she heard commotion coming from the closest tower to her right

making her way into the loud tower, she made eye contact with everyone but miles, adrian and graham, whom all turned to see the newcomer

making her way to marcus flint, 5th year and slytherin captain, she voices her query

“where’s adrian and miles?” straight to the point, there was nothing else that needed to be said

“well hello to you too sweetheart,” she wanted to gag but needed to know where miles was even more, “adrian and graham are off packing the equipment away. your loving boyfriend is in the change rooms. if you leave now, you might get lucky.”

whilst he winked and the remaining students on the team snickered, y/n let out a gag this time before making her way to the slytherin change rooms

as she got closer, she expected to hear the sounds of water running however, she was met with a more distinct sound

i mean as distinct as a high-pitched moan could be

and on that note, she had an idea of what was happening

walking into the change rooms, she made her way to the only occupied shower before kicking the door as hard as she could

hearing the rustling and watching the towel that once hung on the door, she crossed her arms, waiting for her boyfriend to open the door

“who the fuck was tha- y/n is that you?” miles asked, his voice shaky

“hi love, hi millicent,” if anything, she wasn’t all that angry, maybe a little guilty in the sense that adrian had been right, but not angry, “having fun i hope. i mean it’d be nicer if you both had the decency to do it in the privacy of your rooms but if you’re in need then surely that makes it ok.”

seeing that y/n was about to leave, miles went to say something, however millicent had spoken first

“not my fault he’d rather have some fun with someone who actually knows what she wants,” she spoke, as if she was the toughest person and had hit a nerve

y/n could only stop in her tracks, a smug expression taking over her face

“i mean i won’t judge you if what you want is 2 inches of sadness and desperation but even i can do better than that,” y/n said before turning around to leave, “can’t say the same about you.”

“oh and we’re over miles, though i think you already knew that,” y/n called out before she was gone

though most would have felt betrayed, all she could think about was adrian and finding him

urgently

making her way to the tower that she had last seen the slytherin team, she only found graham and marcus

“hello again sweetheart,” if she couldn’t see that marcus was smirking, she would have definitely heard it through the tone he used, “what brings you back?”

“where could i find adrian? graham?” y/n could only turn to face the chaser, “you were last with him.”

“last i saw, he was making his way to the great hall,” he moved to lean forward, “what’s it to you sweetcheeks?”

she went to reply, however decided against it, calling out to the two a quick ‘thanks’ before making her way back into the castle

upon reaching the entrance of the great hall, she took a few deep breaths before entering

looking over to the y/h, she saw her friends, who had looked up to see who had entered and upon realising it was her, begin to wave her down, an invitation to sit with them

though with one person in mind, she turned her attention towards the slytherin table where she saw the boy of whom she’s been searching for, sat in his usual seat towards the end of the table, alone

calling out to him, wanting to get his attention and being successful, the boy of question looked up to see the frantic y/h making her way to him and so he, effortlessly, found his own body getting up to meet her in the middle

before he could say anything, she had placed her hands delicately on his face and his lips were met with hers in a delicate and soft yet passionate and honestly much needed kiss

after what felt like hours to the two when realistically it had been just under a minute, y/n softly detached from adrian, but still maintaining a very close distance, and looked into his eyes, that did seem to sparkle

she noticed that the tip of his nose and his cheeks and neck adorned the slightest shade of pink and her heart soared as she remained in his arms

“it was you,” she could only mutter, though the close distance met that he could hear every little whisper, and breath and the moments where her heart skipped as his smile grew, “i don’t want him. i want you.”

and now, without hesitation, he brought his lips to her once more, moving her arms around his neck before he settled his arms around her waist

maybe they weren’t platonic soulmates after all

@limerenze @lilyswh0re

After nearly half an hour of staring at the back of her eyelids, the stark lighting of the venue was blinding. The faces beginning to come back to focus again, she noticed a number of them from school, and among many other pureblood prejudice families like her own.

It’s all bloody stupid in her opinion. Though the same can’t be said for some of her peers.

She, at last, stood up from where she had been seated for far too long, and she wobbled in stance due to her quite numb legs and weak ankles. She cursed at her mother for making her wear heels as she placed a hand against the wall for a moment to regain her balance.

Catching a glimpse of the exit sign, she began weaving her way through the crowd of people.

She had nearly made it to the door when a woman stepped back a few mere centimeters and ended up colliding with her. Just her luck.

The woman turned and spotted her, ever so awkwardly righting herself. Narcissa Malfoy, a beauty she was with her striking white blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

“I apologize, Mrs. Malfoy, I didn’t mean to knock into you. Though for what it’s worth, it is good seeing you again.” She stated hastily, placing her hand on Narcissa’s arm.

“Oh dear, no need to apologize, though I do hope you're doing well,” Narcissa remarked with a loving smile. And she couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“I’m doing just fine, thank you Narcissa.” She rushed out in a much quicker manner than she intended. At that, she then gave Narcissa’s arm a last squeeze and yet again resumed attempting to make her way for the door.

She grabbed the cold metal handle and pushed the door opening it. “Perfect,” she mumbled seeing that the door opened up to a stairwell. Moving towards the flights, she began climbing to where she would hopefully find the roof.

Finally reaching the top after eight levels of stairs, her legs were tingling and her muscles burned, also considering the fact that she was still clad in heels. Taking a moment to regain her breath, and attempting to get some sort of feeling back in her legs, she moved to open the door that would lead her to the roof.

She was left to pull out her wand to unlock the door. “Alohomora.” She whispered, motioning the wand and hearing the click of the lock. She then pushed the door open and stepped outside onto the roof platform.

It was still damp from a drizzle that had only just finished, what seemed to have been minutes before she moved away from the party. She stepped out further, moving to the cement ledge of the roof. She saw that the sun was nearly set and that the lights of London were beginning to brighten in contrast to the growing darkness that would soon accompany them.

The sun's last rays were a deep orange shining through the buildings. She felt surreal in those moments, the sun taking its last breath before divulging beneath the skyline of the city, and the wind brushing against her skin sending shivers of gooseflesh up her arms to her shoulders.

She closed her eyes and she’d have never noticed a tear sneak through the brim of her eyelids and snake down her cheek if it weren’t for the wind cooling it against her flesh.

That's how he found her. Hands propping herself up on the ledge, in a silk black dress cascading down to the middle of her thighs, and of all the things crying while basking in the last sunlight. He thought her the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He’d brought up a bottle of expensive champagne from the party below, hoping to spend some time with her. He smiled at the thought, remembering the way he’d fancied her since their years at Hogwarts. They’d become quite good friends back then but sadly their friendship had withered quite a bit since their petty school years.

She quickly wiped the tears that had escaped, before she turned to the door hearing it close. That’s when she saw him, she smiled when she noticed that it was Adrian. He was dressed in a tailored black suit that fit him ever so nicely, and the shirt underneath was white and the first two buttons were undone to where she could see his collarbones and part of his chest.

Her eyes then flickered to the bottle he was holding. He noticed and raised the bottle, and an eyebrow accompanied by a smirk. It would be a lie if she said she didn’t miss him.

“Come up here to get me drunk, have you?” She reprimanded, as he moved to accompany her by the ledge.

“No, not exactly. I was hoping to get high as well.” He answered in a teasing manner, moving his hand to reach inside the pocket of his trousers, he pulled out a metal case, with what she could only assume was weed.

“Ah..so mixing our poisons now?” She queried, tilting her head at him as he placed the case on top of the ledge. Noting the way he looked with his tousled chocolate locks, and how a few strands left resting against his brow. He’s undeniably handsome, even more so than when they’d gone to Hogwarts.

She made a move to grab the bottle. When she did this, he saw the mark flash on her left forearm. He grabbed her wrist quickly before she even had time to realize what was happening. She was scared for a moment, scared of how he would react.

She studied his facial expressions carefully as he too examined her arm. He finally flicked his golden-brown eyes up to meet her sacred ones. He was concerned and worried for her, but he had no need to say it, she knew.

She selfishly pulled her arm away hoping that the tension would dissolve, and grabbed the bottle before he could realize it. He watched as she pointedly avoided his gaze, and aimed the cork away from them, and pulled it out causing it to spew a bit onto the already wet cement.

The bottle was so quickly raised to her lips and she drank, she didn’t move the bottle from her mouth for a long few seconds. She’d drank nearly a quarter of it in those moments.

He stepped forward carefully and tried to take the bottle from her hand, she resisted at first but then let go. He set it down to accompany the metal case in the ledge. He pulled her into him placing his arms around her protectively as she nestled into him.

Her breath shuddered and she let out a sob. She’d done so well at holding it together until then. She didn’t want to burden him with all of her issues, that's why she’d dwindled their friendship in the first place. She knew that it was an inevitable outcome so she never allowed herself to get close to anyone.

She tried pushing against his broody figure and backing up a few steps. “You're not oblig- obligated to be here with me Adrian.” She stuttered out still crying and breathing heavily. He only stared at her, tears still streaming down her face, eyes puffy and red, her lips moistened by the fallen tears.

“Don’t let me burden you.” She murmured, her lips formed a pout and she crossed her arms over herself protectively. He couldn't fathom how she’d think that he’d not want to be there for her like he’d been all those times before. It hurt him seeing her like this, and she was pushing him away.

“I’m not here for you. I’m here because I miss you and I don’t know how much longer I can go without you there with me too. You said we’d be together forever, through everything.” His speech made her cry harder. “I’m here for you and I know you’ll be there for me as well. So stop trying to push me away, don’t close yourself off.”

He pulled her back and hugged her, this time to where she couldn’t push away. “I love you.” He whispered mostly to himself.

She pulled her head away from where it was placed on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes and noticed for the first time that they had flecks of green in them. She then glanced down to his lips, a peachy color tinting them, though paler due to the darkness surrounding them.

He looked into her eyes as well noting how they still shined with the glossy tears. He placed his hands on either side of her face and used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. He didn’t notice himself leaning down, but his nose was close to touching her cheek and she had opened her mouth a little.

They were breathing each other's air. His eyes flicked up to hers for a moment only to see that she was just as eager. He closed the gap between their lips, the kiss they shared was full of years worth of passion and unshared love for one another.

Their lips moved together smoothly but quickly making it a messier kiss. But it was perfect for them. He moved one of his hands down to hold her waist and left the other to snake to the back of her neck.

They pulled away both breathing heavily, only to rest their foreheads against each other. The supernova of lights surrounded them and their champagne tainted lips.

He let out a breathy laugh. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.” She smiled back at him.