#wizard!techno

You sigh placing your last thick sweater into your trunk before slamming it shut, there may have been too many in there but it always got so cold in the winter. You couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that had creeped up on you a week ago. The realisation that this was your last year at Hogwarts, your last year with your friends, your last year chance.

You stuff your wand in your back pocket, a smile flitting across your face at the memory of when you first got it. Ollivander’s, 1968, your eighth birthday, and what you wanted most in the world was to get your very own wand.

You walked into that shop empty handed and left it with a beaming smile on your face, as well as a wand in your hands. Rowan wood infused with dragon heartstring. It was the best for complicated spells. Your eight year old self was more happy than ever to hear that from the old man’s lips.

You pulled your trunk behind your giving your room one last look before wrapping your red and yellow scarf around your neck and leaving it.

“Are you ready?” Your mother asked with a raised eyebrow, her eyes raking over your black cloak studying it for any creases. You notice and roll your eyes.

“My mother the perfectionist.” She huffs at your comment but can’t stop the smile on her face emerging.

“Come on or you’ll be late.” Your sister bellows from the car outside, the engine already running as she glances at her watch for the tenth time that minute. You give your parents last hugs and a wave from the car window as it drives away.

Your sister natters in your ear about your upcoming time at school but you’re barely listening, excitement putting a deafening ring in your hears. The same excitement you feel when you see the train, walking under a squeaking sign that reads: platform 9 3/4.

A few minutes later your sister is gone and you’re busy scanning the compartments looking for any familiar faces but none so far had come into view, a distraction however had planted itself in your way by a hit to your shoulder.

“Oh sorry.” A boy with messy black hair you knew as Regulus Black mutters blinking up at you, suddenly his cheeks flush pink as he looks into your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it Reg.” you smile softly at the boy who had just entered his fifth year at Hogwarts. The blush in his cheeks seemed to darkened at the nickname, you ruffled his hair and continued to scout out your friends.

Then you heard it, James’ laugh so fucking nerdy and loud it made a grin of your own grow. Remus not far behind telling him to shut up, this is what you were waiting for. Time with your friends, that’s what this year was all going to be about.

The thought invaded your senses and had you feeling light and happy. That feeling amplified tenfold when you heard his voice, it creeped up your body and had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Hello pet.”

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The magical alarm goes off in the dorm room all the boys scurrying around to get ready for school except one.

In the darkness of the winter morning Techno still has his arms locked around you, holding you oh so close to his body. He knows that look, the one growing on your face that screams need more sleep! Even as you try to blink away the deepness of sleep and make an attempt to sit up that fails.

Even as Sirius passes Peter who’s trying to warm up his clothes by the heater in the middle of the room and makes his way over to you two with a small tired grin, “bathrooms free for you girly.” You nod in such a sleepy way with such a long sleepy blink that even Sirius’ face changes to one of concern.

“Keep her in bed mate.” The black haired boy grunts before walking away, you simply rub your eyes with a scoff before trying to pull away to get up for school. Trying. It doesn’t work.

“I have to get up.” You groan trying to get up once again but you’re body is too exhausted to cooperate. The relationship between your brain and limbs shattering when neither complied with the other.

“No.” James grunts as he walks passed Techno’s red single bed, his eyes grazing over your tired expression before heading back to his own bed and grabbing his white shirt.

Techno’s grip around you is so strong that you don’t have the strength to fight it, relaxing back into the sheets and pressing your face against your man’s chest “That’s it pet.”

You snuggle up against Techno, letting out a soft whine that has even Remus cooing at you, “how much did she sleep last night?” You’re barely conscious when Remus asks the question, barely conscious yet clinging onto your boyfriend so tightly.

The boys were the only other people Techno trusted with you, they were the only others able to take care of you in Techno’s eyes. And maybe you agreed? You hadn’t really thought about it. You did feel safe though, in this cold dorm room surrounded by your boyfriend and your his friends.

Tec frowns at you when your forehead creases with discomfort, “Not much.” He mutters knowing that that time of month was approaching rapidly and you had little spells of insomnia that came with it. He gives Remus a look and in a instant the shaggy haired young adult understands.

His sock clad feet pad over to his bed, you move up further into Techno’s neck to try and escape the noise of Remus sifting through his bedside drawer searching for something, he returns with it in his hand placing one of his beloved Honeydukes chocolate bars next to his friend’s bed.

Remus knows you might not want it right now but you will later. He remembers stumbling upon you ransacking his secret stash of chocolate a year ago, November he thinks it was. You were stuffing your face with the delicious candy, while ranting about how you were feeling. He can’t help but chuckle at the memory.

“Is she okay?” Peter’s voice flows through the cold air, the same air that had you shivering despite how warm the bed is. You’re not covered enough, only in your boyfriend’s sweater. Your head and face is still victim to the winter air, it makes you grumble against the skin of Techno’s neck.

“You’ll warm up soon pet. The fire is lit.” Techno whispers softly, moving his hand up from your neck to cradle your head, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he glances at the fire crackling inside the heater sitting in the middle of the room.

“We’re gonna be late gentlemen.” Sirius says with a playful undercurrent to his voice, they all scurry around once more and then they’re ready and leaving the dorm room.

“See you later luv!” James calls behind him.

It’s quiet now, the only sound destroying the silence is the sound of Techno’s heart beating and both of your breathing.

“We need to go to class.” He shushes you with a shake of his head. “We’re already late.” You sigh, knowing that you need to move but hating it with every bone in your body.

“No.” That’s it. That’s all your Gryffindor prefect boyfriend says. You don’t go to any of your classes today, instead he keeps you safe and warm against him. Feeds you little bits of chocolate until dinner rolls around, then and only then do you actually get up. Making your way to the Great Hall for food.

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