Fluffy One Shot.
Reader / favorite character.
Insert your own favorite character.
Enjoy.
She didn't believe her friends when they told her.
"He likes you."
"How have you not noticed?"
"You're oblivious"
Well, yes. She really must be to have missed all these obvious signs.
"He's always staring at you."
"He waits for you after Charms every Thursday."
"And Potions on Wednesdays."
"And Arithmancy on Fridays."
"We're friends." She explained. All she got for her trouble were huffs and eyerolls.
"Test it. Honestly!" One of them had blurted out. Looking back now she can't remember which.
"Alright, I will! We're just friends and I'll prove it to you." She puffed, a bit put out.The last month had been nothing but this pestering and she was tired of the same old conversation.
She really did regret letting them get her a bit tipsy on Halloween to play 'Truth or Shot'. They never would've cared about her friendship with him. Just like they hadn't cared for the past 5 years! If she hadn't, in her addled state, professed her attraction to her long time friend.
Green. His favorite color is green. So Hogmeade weekend coming up felt like a perfect time for the first test. Reaction to his favorite color worn by his crush.
Through the experiences of older girls trickling down through out the younger years, it had always been giggled over how a boyfriend would fawn over his girl in his color.
"Is that new?" He asked. Sliding off the wall where he'd been leaning against it, waiting for her.
"Borrowed it. Do you like it?"
This'll do it, he'll make one comment and that'll be the end of all this rubbish.
"Wow, you look great in green!" His smile was wide, his eyes sparkling as they dragged over her outfit one, two, three times before he made his way back to her face. "We'll have to get you a dress in green, then you won't have to borrow it. Maybe for Christmas?"
Huh? Maybe just being friendly...?
"I don't know. Could get expensive, a muggle dress would be cheaper. I'll just wait until next summer, grab something during vacation."
There, now he can back out without being rude.
"Oh, no. We can't wait that long. It'll be my treat, don't worry about it." His smile grew, if that was even possible.
He dragged her down to the village and into the first clothing shop he saw.
Thread and Silk.
"I can't afford anything in here" She protested in a hiss, digging her heels in, pulling against him with all her weight. Which, of course, didn't make him budge.
"My treat, love. Remember?" And then he was calling over the assistant.
Suddenly she was being fitted for a new dress in his favorite color for every season. And no, this is not an exaggeration.
A beautiful velvet fit and flare long sleeve for winter. A lovely seersucker material sun dress for spring. A simple spaghetti strap A-line for summer. And a gorgeous floor length, flowy, Grecian style gown for the autumn solstice coming up next year.
Yeah. There might be something to this whole crush thing.
The next day presented the perfect opportunity for the second test.
She'd just gotten back from Quidditch practice. The past 3 years as starting keeper, she was sore and she'd earned a right to be so.
But, once again, from watching the older girls with their boyfriends, it would quickly show that a boy would use any excuse to touch his girl.
All she had to do was mention being sore, doing so to a teammate would get her a 'Me too!' in return, his reaponse should be similar. Also, being on his own house team he might even recommend a potion for injuries.
"Would you like a massage?" He asked, his forhead crinkled and eyes concerned.
Umm...
"That's alright. It'll pass." She said attempting to walk past to sit down and get to that Transfiguration essay due on Tuesday.
"No,no, let me. There's no reason for you to suffer." He insisted, pulling her down onto his seat while he popped up to get behind her and start on her shoulders before she could get away.
"This really isn't necessary." She explained as she tried to get up even though her shoulders were slowly losing their tension and relaxing in his hold.
Traitors.
"Just let me, love." He chuckled as he began explaining how his own Quidditch practice had gone a few days earlier.
It was all she could do to not moan. His hands were magic, no question. Illegal. His hands should be illegal.
I might have been wrong... might of.
Two days later he showed himself passing another test. No scheming required.
"It's freezing out here!" She exclaimed, glad that it wasn't her teams turn to play. She loved being keeper but if the rest of her teammates did their jobs, which they usually did, her job was pretty boring. Meaning she would have just been sitting out there in the cold, like she was doing right now.
She suddenly found a hat plopped onto her head and a scarf wrapped around her neck. His hat. His scarf. His house colors.
She'd heard the giggles over this one from her own friends, first step his scarf, next step his Quidditch jersey. A claiming. Pride in your girl.
"Thank you." She spoke meekly, slowly being unable to convince herself that this was all too much to be coincidence.
Two hours later, the game still no closer to ending, her face red, nose frozen. She decided she was done with all these tests that could be easily misinterpreted. There was only one test that could give you an immediate answer.
A test passed down through the years, since the beginning of Hogwarts. Maybe the beginning of time.
She tapped him on the shoulder, as he'd been talking to a housemate about their own plan for their next game. He quickly turned only to be assaulted by a cold fluff of soft, chapped lips.
His eyes grew wide, looking into what would have been her eyes if they weren't so tightly squeezed shut.
Please be real. He thought.
He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the kiss, grabbing handfuls of her face and hair pulling her closer. If this was the only kiss he'd ever get he was going to make it one to remember.
He licked at her sweet lips, hoping he wouldn't scare her away. Only to feel her sigh, opening up to him and pulling him closer by his winter cloak.
She might have been wrong. But what a lovely way to be wrong.
Thank you for reading.