It was a Wednesday when you knew nothing would ever be the same again.
Your father had put together a last minute party for the other pureblood families he intended to rub shoulders with and you honestly had no idea why this was such a big deal. Your family hosted parties all the time, your father was always trying to increase the weight of your family name.
This was different though.
He had you dressed up in your best dress robes and champagne was being poured without a filter as faces both unknown and familiar engaged in conversation in your home. You hated it, the high society life that had always consumed your father and his work at the ministry and you made no show of fake enjoyment as guests jolted past you and you turned down yet another offering of champagne. Your father was thriving in this environment, working his charms with everyone in the room, especially the heads of the families.
Newt, your best friend and the man you loved, caught your eye from his place across the room and shot you that half smile you loved so much. You return it, drawing strength from his presence and wishing you could walk over to him and straighten up his bowtie. Your father wouldn't approve, he had his sights set higher for you and in his opinion a Scamander simply wouldn't do. You chose to ignore your father's views though, you were completely in love with said Scamander even if you couldn't voice it to him. Newt knew how you felt, he felt the same and while neither of you liked sneaking around you both knew it was necessary for now.
Your father caught the attention of the room, promptly breaking your eye contact with Newt as he clinked his glass with a spoon until everyone was looking at him. He smiled warmly, always loving being the centre of attention – it was a trait you didn't share – and cleared his throat before addressing everyone.
"Friends, thank you for coming. I know its short notice but I must confess there was a reason behind it," You father said, eyes scanning the room. You were immediately curious at the statement as this was the first you'd heard of it, "I'm delighted to call for a celebration of my daughter's engagement to Henry Malfoy! We've just finished working out the logistics and both families are excited for this union moving forward!"
That was the moment your world shattered.
Everyone turned to stare at you, hands clapping a little hesitantly at first as your heart pounded in your ears and your mouth went dry. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You scanned the crowd from your father's beaming face to your mother's anxious one and you knew she had about as much idea to this plan as you did. People were congratulating you but you shrugged out of their hands as your eyes landed on Henry Malfoy, your intended husband. You wanted to throw up at the smug look on his face, hair slicked back with way too much gel in it, nothing like Newt's soft unruly curls. You shook your head as you tore your eyes away from Henry.
They landed on Newt and you wanted to collapse at the broken look on his face, there was no time, no defence you could make. Tears slipped from your eyes before you could properly register them and Newt seemed to make a move for you.
"Y/n, come up here and say a few words!" Your father shouted to you and his voice stopped Newt in his tracks.
You shook your head, turning to your father, "No." You told him bluntly, "You have no right to decide this for me. I wouldn't, I can't…"
Your father looked appalled at your defiance, especially in front of so many pureblood families. You'd embarrassed him and you knew it.
It was your mother who came to your rescue, "I think it's time everyone left, there is much planning to do before the night is over." She smiled kindly and began to usher people to the door but you were rooted to the spot, eyes locked with your father as people filtered out.
A warm rough hand ghosted across your fingers and you didn't have to look to know it was Newt's. You pushed your hand against his, hoping he could tell everything you wanted to say from that simple touch.
The front door had barely shut before your father started shouting and you started protesting, your voice was becoming hoarse from it and your father's face was becoming redder by the minute. Your mother was stood at the back of the room, never interfering with your father's decisions, they had had an arranged marriage so it was almost second nature for them to arrange one for you.
"You will marry Henry Malfoy," Your father told you firmly, "You will not disagree this family or my name. You will do your duty as any pureblood witch must otherwise we'll be penniless, homeless and shunned. The continuation of this family falls to you."
"I'll never forgive you for this." You vowed, "If you make me do this for your reputation then you'll lose your daughter."
You were sobbing by the time you made it upstairs to your room and you knew your father had won, guilt and manipulation were a speciality of his. You pushed open your door, stepping into your dark room before locking it behind you, you wanted as much space from your father as you could get. Your tears were still falling as you took a shuddering breath to steady yourself.
"Love…" The voice had you whipping round to the corner of your room as you flicked on the light switch. Newt was standing in your bedroom, tears in his eyes like he had been crying as well, you looked at him for a moment as you savoured everything about him. He cocked his head to the side, like he wasn't sure what you needed and that's when you rushed into his arms. He caught you as you knew he would and held you as you cried into his chest.
"It's okay, love. I've got you." He whispered softly, planting a kiss in your hair, "We'll fix this."
You shook your head, pulling back from Newt, "We can't fix this."
Newt took a step towards you and you took another one back, "Your father…"
"…Wants me to marry Henry Malfoy." You finished, hugging yourself to keep the tears in, "I don't have a choice, Newt. He made that quite clear."
"You don't want this, Y/n. You love me, I know you do." Newt's voice was breaking as was your heart.
You moved closer to him, hand reaching out to cup his cheek, "I love you, Newt. My heart belongs to you no matter what happens now." It was a promise you could keep and you briefly wondered if that was all you had now. Bitter promises and thoughts of what might have been.
Newt didn't respond, his hand reaching up to pull your wand out of your hair and let it tumble down your back. He placed the wand on your dresser gently as he closed the gap between you, forehead coming to rest on yours, "I can't say goodbye." He whispers in the space between you.
"Then kiss me." You replied, hands resting on his chest gently, "If tonight is all we have left I want you to know. I'm yours, Newt. I'm yours."
He looked torn for a moment before he crashed his lips down onto yours with an intense passion and need that had you stumbling backwards slightly. One of Newt's hand came to rest one the small of your back, keeping you to him as his other hand cupped your face.
His tongue tangled with yours as you lost yourself to him and tried to commit every second to memory. Your hands reached up to pull his bowtie loose and push his jacket off his shoulders, it hit the floor but neither of you heard it as Newt backed you up against your bedroom wall and his lips travelled down to your neck.
You gasped, fingers burrowing into his hair as heat pooled in your stomach, "Newt." You breathed out as he sucked at your skin and you swore you might fall at any moment. Newt pulled back enough to find your lips again, picking you up as he kissed you messily and you found you don't care as he walked you over to your bed and gently laid you down like you were the most precious thing in the world to him.
He undressed you slowly, not out of nervousness but out of love, his eyes taking in every new bit of skin he uncovered before his lips follow the same trail. You made sure to roll him over and do the same to him, noticing where he is sensitive or ticklish much to your delight.
It started to rain outside as Newt rolled you back over and buried his head between your thighs and you hoped the storm raging outside hid the gasps that escape your mouth as Newt pleasured you.
Everything else passed in a blur of you and Newt and your love.
Him crawling up your body to capture your mouth in a kiss.
The slight discomfort as he entered you and the feeling on him holding you tightly as he began to move inside you.
Your hips rocking against his as your hands roamed over his body.
Newt's hands tracing over your skin and his mouth alternating between kisses and patterns.
Your mounting pleasure as Newt tangled your hands together and kissed you softly.
You moving so you were sitting in his lap as he thrusted into you so you can just hold each other and feel this.
The way his body responded to yours when you came.
You burying your face into his neck so he couldn't see your tears matching the drops of rain running down your window.
The sound of your name from his lips as he finished and held you impossibly tighter.
You both laid on your sides in bed together afterwards, Newt tracing invisible patterns on your hand with his fingers as you counted the freckles kissing his face.
"I love you." He smiled softly and leant over to kiss your nose.
You returned his smile, "I love you too." The rain was getting louder outside and you wonder how long you could stay like this, mere hours at best but it would make it harder for both of you, "You should go soon, I don't want my father to find you."
And just like that the bubble was broken. You could see it on his face.
You couldn't bear the heartbreak and you sat up, clutching the covers to your chest as your eyes watched the rain fall. Newt shifted on the bed, his legs moving as they are either side of yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist and his lips found your shoulder.
"Newt…" You protested, leaning back into him despite your words.
"I want to marry you, Y/n." He told you, chin resting on your shoulder, "You could come away with me. Travel with me. We can track down magical beasts together, you could teach if you wanted to. We could build a life together."
You smiled sadly, "My family would disown me. Yours wouldn't forgive you either. We'd need money, a home."
"We'd have each other." Newt replied softly, "I'd be your family and you'd be mine."
Your hands found his, tangling your fingers together, "My father would come looking for me. I don't want you hurt because of me."
"What could he do?" Newt asked, catching your eyes as you turned your head, "We'd be happy and free and he couldn't touch us, Y/n. I wouldn't let him."
You wanted that life so much. A life with Newt. "It's a beautiful dream." You told him.
Newt doesn't buy that for a second, he kissed you hard. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. "Was that a dream?" He asked softly.
His hand moved the covers away from your body as he laid you down and rolled back over you, "Is this a dream?" His hand moves up your leg and his lips kiss a path down your neck. "Was what we just did a dream?"
You were making love again before you even realised it, soft kisses and lustful touches and you wondered if Newt is planning on loving you until it became unbearable for either of you to leave. It's working, you thought, as you kiss him again.
You must have dozed off afterwards because when you opened your eyes again Newt is in his trousers, sitting cross legged at the end of your bed as he sketched you. You smiled lazily at him, your foot reaching out to nudge his leg. He grabbed it in his hand and meets your gaze, "I'm working on a masterpiece here." He said softly.
You laughed, propping yourself on an elbow as he worked, "I thought you only draw creatures?"
"You're too beautiful to resist." He smiled and tucked the page away in his notebook.
"I don't want this to end." You whispered softly, knowing he'd hear you.
Newt sighed and crawled over to you, "It doesn't have to. Run away with me, Y/n." He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, "We could get married in Venice; you've always wanted to go there. Explore the deserts of Africa, the cities of America. Brazil, Sweden, Germany. Anywhere, everywhere you want to go."
You bit your lip and in that moment you knew you couldn't let him go even if you wanted to. You leant up to kiss him softly, "Okay." You smiled, "Let's run away together."
/
So what do you think? I couldn't resist angst and fluff!
Please review or drop me a comment! Enjoy!