★ kee speaks AYYY HOGWARTS AU,, h/c is house color, h/h is house except slytherin, harry's also a defense against the dark arts teacher because this is my fanfiction and i can do what i want. contains: swearing, and it gets a little heated at the end 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

edit from june 6 2022: what business did i have writing this at 12 years old bro i was down bad (still am)

"Miss Y/N? Miss Y/N!" A voice called, cutting through the roaring wind. My teammates, who I was practicing with, nodded at me. I gave a little salute as I steered my broom down.

"Yes, professor?" My feet tingled at being back on solid ground again. There was another Quidditch match coming on, and my fellow H/H teammates and I decided to practice, right after leaving potions class. Professor Potter stood beside a pillar, waiting for me with a fuzzy sweater on and a book tucked his arms. It must have been his break.

"I trust that your schedule isn't loaded with homework and due dates. You understand our lessons, don't you?"

"Uh...yes sir, pretty much."

"Good. Then are you willing to tutor one of my students?"

"Oh. Sure, professor. But can me and my team finish practice first?"

"Of course. He's still in detention, anyways. I'll show you where to find him, first."

Before I could ask who "he" was, Professor turned around and gestured vaguely for me to follow. I bit back a complaint. On the way, I saw Professor Longbottom talking to a student, occasionally dropping a compliment on the bowtruckle on the student's shoulder.

Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy were spotted by Professor Potter. "Don't you two have class?"

"No, sir."

"Then I suggest you remind your boyfriend to wash his hands if he hasn't already. Albus cleaned the Blast-Ended Skrewts' cases earlier, and I got word from Hagrid they have nasty appetites and nastier excretions."

I laughed. Those two were chaotic as fuck. I shook my head, remembering the time when someone threw a fake cockroach at them, and they ended up melting 3 chairs, breaking a table, setting a few books on fire and making 2 new war cries. You can imagine what happened after that.

"Almost there, just a few more stairs," Professor said.

"L/N! L/N, is that a broom? Can I borrow it? Make it - what's the word - levitate, please!"

I looked up, confused. We were at the foot of the stairs ascending the detention tower, and about 20 meters above me, someone was leaning over the railing.

Connor Stoll was grinning devilishly, the hem of his robes flapping in the wind. I looked over to his right and saw that one of the rusty windows were shattered, letting more air in. I wouldn't say it, but I liked it better that way. My friends would always get scratched or have their robes torn on the jagged, reddish-brown bars.

"Why?" I asked blankly.

"Because," He emphasized, "I'm gonna fly out of the window and...oh." His eyes trailed over to Professor Potter, and he froze in shock and embarrassment. "Sorry, Professor."

Professor Potter looked at me with a smile that said, good luck.

"Merlin's saggy left ball sack, stop asking me unrelated questions!"

It had nearly been an hour and we were still arguing. Connor would not stop running a hand through his hair and asking questions that brought me off-course. I got distracted every 10 minutes and it was really staring to frustrate me.

"You're really testing my fucking patience, aren't you, Stoll?"

"You tested our friendship in third year, L/N, don't try me."

"And you don't go there! That shit's done! We should be done with your homework, but no!"

"Yeah, well I think I need an explanation for what happened to us!"

I groaned. "This is a library, we're not supposed to be this loud."

"Just tell me you're sorry! Jeez, is it that hard?"

"Was it hard on your conscience when you spread those rumors about me? Cause it doesn't fucking look like it."

"You basically ghosted me!"

"Did I start the whole thing? Fine! I just want to finish this and get it over with, and to never see you again." Deep down inside, I was truly sorry for just leaving Connor and never speaking to him again. A lot of things happened in third year. Scorpius Malfoy had a bad reputation, because of the "child of Voldemort" thing, and we became friends because I reached out to him, once word got out that his mother died. What really broke me that year was that Connor said something that I did not like to repeat, not even in my mind.

I hated it so much that I never said or thought about it in detail. One of my relatives had a bad history with the Greengrass family, and Connor took it as an opportunity to humiliate me. We were good, even great friends before that. I bet he thought it would be funny. He said I had...something to do with her death. The joke was taken too far and I felt betrayed.

I never admitted it, but it shattered me to stop talking to Connor than it did to hear what he said, because I knew the rumor wasn't true, but it hurt me so much I had to ignore and leave my best friend. I felt almost like a ghost for the week after that, and I wonder how much more it would have hurt if you were the person being ignored, without warning. Sometimes I wonder if it was too much.

"Sorry, Con." That was the first time I've called him by his nickname since third year. It made my frown at myself.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, too. For...a lot of things." He glanced at me awkwardly. Bright, diamond blue flashed in my direction. "So...can we continue the lesson or..."

I dug in my bag and pulled out my notes. Slapping them on the table, I said, "Here. Just copy that shit and you're all set."

"Oh. Oh, thanks...Y/N."

"'You're welcome, Con." I stretched my arm out in front of me and lay my head on it, so I faced him as he copied my notes. I remember having a crush on him in second to third year, until that happened. Then it all went away. Brown curls fell in front of eyes, and I watched him brush them away every few moments.

"Y/N, what happened to your handwriting?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Huh?" I got up, tucking a few strands of my own hair back.

"That." He pointed at a seemingly random word. Then he held my chin and made me look up at him. The next thing I knew, my heart was racing in my chest and my shoulders were stiffened. he kissed me. The asshole kissed me.

The next next thing I knew, I was pulling his green and silver collar and turning sideways on the library bench, hoping Madam Pince wouldn't be passing by, and smashing my lips against his. I heard him put down his quill and felt his hands pull me closer. My fingers ran through his hair. "Connor, I'm really sorry. And damn it, I missed you so much."

"I barely lasted 2 years without you, Y/N. You're not the only one."

He chewed softly on my bottom lip, making me pull away. "Slow down, jackass."

"No," He said softly, leaning back in and slipping his tongue in my mouth. I was kissing him, hard, and he was too, and I could imagine all the feelings held back being released. Anger, frustration, fear of rejection, nostalgia, attraction, sadness, everything.

Suddenly we heard footsteps approaching, and when I opened my eyes Travis Stoll, Connor's brother was standing at the end of the aisle, rolling his eyes. Teddy Lupin stood beside him with bubblegum pink hair. "Jeez, I thought you were being tutored. Professor McGonagall is looking for you."

"Didn't know you were capable of making someone enjoy kissing, Connie," Teddy wiggled his eyebrows.

Connor stood up and shooed them away. "I'll come back to you later, L/N." he winked at me, grinning with swollen lips.