I hate waiting. For movies to come out. For books. Especially chapters - which is why I am doing my best to bring you chapters in a timely manner. Also, if you see any _ underscores, that is the blank space to insert the reader's name. Your name :)
Also, this fic has been created with the brilliant collaborative mind of randomsleepynes. Alright, get ready. Let's go.
Chapter 2
Newt Scamander's POV
He closed his door with a soft click, finally conscious of the breath he'd been holding. "Merlin's beard, what's gotten into me?" He rasped. Never had he felt such urge to ravish a girl like that before. However...he couldn't deny that everything about her was just so...exquisite. His heart still racing from his new encounter, he closed his eyes and tried to focus. "It's primal instinct. All primal. It's natural to feel this way. But it is unprofessional and inappropriate. I am e-exceptionally capable of exercising self control." He declared to himself. "I am a warm blooded male, and she's just a schoolgirl-a student. A young, beautiful, surprisingly smart, intriguing-no. Enough of this madness. I must be delirious from the train." He tried to reason with himself.
Following a long exhale, he massaged his temples as he navigated his way around his temporary home. He crossed the room, too preoccupied to admire the practicality of various items placed in his wide office area. Maps, quills, a telescope, and a globe were assembled neatly on a cherry wooden desk. Rich colors from the curtains and tapestries adorned the high walls, while numerous candles glowed with warmth high above his head. He located his bedroom beyond two open glass doors, and laid his suitcase gently at the foot of the four post bed. Fatigue aching heavily on his shoulders, he shrugged off his trench coat and set it neatly on a nearby chair. He longed to sink into the dark silk sheets after a tedious day of introductions with staff and rampant schoolgirls. He fought the urge, knowing he had responsibilities to attend to. Unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, he unlatched his suitcase and set it wide. Stepping into the opening, he began to descend into the darkness on hidden stairs. He emerged into his vast, expertly constructed ecosystem, letting out a light laugh as his beloved creatures greeted him eagerly upon his arrival.
"I'm here, I'm here." He chuckled. "I know, I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting, I...got a bit distracted," He smiled, a certain prefect beauty lingering vividly in his mind.
Reader's POV
Slapping my hand to my forehead, I inwardly cursed myself for letting such a gorgeous man reduce me into a mindless fool like the rest of the girls.
"I refuse to be portrayed as such. I don't have time for something as silly as this. I have my N.E.W.T.S to study for, I'm halfway through my seventh year, and I have to plan the rest of my life. I shouldn't worry about anything else!"
Pacing around my own living room, I spoke loudly as if I could convince myself further.
"However, I think I handled myself pretty well back there. I even offered to educate him further on lions, lending him some of my hard earned intellect. So, this little arrangement must be strictly professional. No crush. No attraction. Just assisting him on his research. At least I can take comfort in the fact that he was made fully aware that I am Head Girl, a position to be honored for a girl like me." I forced a grin.
"But on the contrary," I bit at my thumb. "he will be overseeing my Magical Creatures study for the remainder of the year. I will have to sit there, and stare at him. Watch him while he lectures and reads every piece of parchment that I write." I groaned. "He's a professor. A world renowned expert Magizoologist from what those bimbos have been raving about all through the hallways. He must have endless witches laying on their backs before him with looks and intelligence like that. He's this incredible man, and I'm...I'm just a student." I paused with a sigh. "Just another 'muggle' born." I whispered in defeat.
"Damn it. I think I've gone mental." My head began to throb, and I resolved to escape the confines of my room.
Snatching my evening bag and quietly exiting the dorm, I walked briskly through more secret corridors with one place in mind; the moonlit lake and warm crystal waters that would give peace to my tumultuous thoughts.
Newt Scamander's POV
Finishing his daily rounds, he closed various areas for each habitat in preparation for the long night. He yawned, trudging his way up the stairs to wash up and finally get rest. Hoisting himself through the suitcase, he froze. A profound trail of water and slime extended from the opening, across the floorboards to the shattered bedroom window. Wind blew through the curtains and swayed over scattered shards of glass and a discarded bridle. Snatching the torn bridle into his hand, Newt scrambled to the open windowsill, catching sight of a giant serpent sinking into a nearby lake.
"Bugger. Oscar, you slippery little-" He cursed out loud while locking his suitcase. Grabbing his trench coat and wand, he leaped out of the window and apparated into the night air.
Reader's POV
This particular night proved to be uncharacteristically quiet. I ignored the unsettling feeling in my stomach and slipped into my bikini, covering up further with swim shorts and a larger shirt. Wasting no time, I tiptoed into the glimmering water and swan-dived into the lower end of the shore. I resurfaced, breathing in the crisp air and reclining my back into the water. I stared up at the night sky, admiring the crescent moon's light that radiated brilliantly amongst the vast array of stars. All of my stress and tension faded into a distant memory as I backstroked effortlessly over the calm waves of the lake. I decided to lay still, closing my eyes and allowing my thoughts to drift to him once again. Back to his kissable lips and his purposeful, sultry voice. The way his piercing eyes were a contradiction to his innocent expressions. Delving deeper into my personal solitude, I was entirely unaware of the two pairs of eyes that were watching me from shadows.
Newt Scamander's POV
He landed with a light thud among the trees, keeping a safe hearing distance from the shore to remain undetected. Clutching the bridle in one hand and his wand in the other, he formulated a plan. He knew he would either have to dive into the lake to recapture Oscar, or use bait to lure the creature back to the surface. Determined, he made a break for the clearing and weaved through the bushes and trees. Once the lake came to view, he stopped in his tracks once he caught a glimpse of what he considered the most alluring thing he had ever seen.
He watched in fascination as she broke through the surface of the glistening water, it's reflection dancing over her soft features. She stood until the water level stopped shy along her lower hips, her shirt clinging tightly to her wet skin. She arched her back as she ran her hands from her eyes and down the length of her hair. She opened her eyes again, panting heavily until she dipped her head back into the water to flip her hair back to it's rightful place again. He gasped at this and studied her, attempting to understand how she moved with such ethereal grace. In all his travels, he never believed he could witness something that could make mermaids and Veelas pale in comparison. She laid back onto the surface again, showing her long slender legs as she slowly swam towards the deeper end.
"It's her again..." He managed to breathe. "Wait. What is she doing there?" He exclaimed. Snapping his attention back, he narrowed his eyes as he scanned further along the lake for any sign of the slithering creature. He began to panic, mentally chastising himself for allowing his focus to get easily disrupted. He knew that his voice would make Oscar think that anyone nearby was an unsuspecting traveler that he could hunt. Given the circumstances, he needed to get her out of the water first before carrying out his plan. As quietly as he could, he attempted to catch her attention without making a sound. He waved his arms frantically and jumped in place, even resorting to casting lumos to the end of his wand.
She shifted upright again, floating in place as she was now in the deeper end of the lake. After what seemed like an eternity, she glanced over in his direction, bewilderment evident in her face when she noticed his presence. He desperately beckoned her to come back to him while pressing his index finger to his lips to ensure her silence. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head as she tried making sense of his unorthodox behavior.
The breath was knocked out of him as something monstrous wrapped around her waist in a crushing squeeze and dragged her down into the depths.
"No!' He yelled, taking off in a sprint and apparating to the area above the space she previously occupied. Casting the bubble head charm in haste, he plunged into the water, and began tracking down the trail of minute bubbles that were left in the creature's wake. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he was able to discern a large, dark horse like figure with a long serpent-like tail coiled around her now limp body.
Damn it all.
Without a sound, he cast the Placement Charm on the bridle and threw it as hard as he could. He watched as the bridle sliced through the water and wrapped itself around Oscars head, making him writhe in an attempt to escape. As soon as the bridle locked in place, Oscar ceased all movement and faced Newt, indicating his submission and awaiting his next form of command. Newt hooked his arm around _'s waist and carried her into Oscar's back. Once they were both secured, he reached out and jerked the bridle twice, prompting Oscar to swim at break neck speed to the surface and delivered them to the shore.
Newt laid _ on the ground gently, trying to ignore how virtually invisible her wet shirt was, and bent down to listen for any signs of breathing. None. His heart dropped when the beauty before him remained unresponsive to his attempts to awaken her. He hesitantly placed his two fingers on the side of her neck, palpating until he felt a faint pulse. In desperation, he did the one thing his instinct was telling him to do. Lifting her chin gently with shaky hands, he leaned down and placed his lips over hers.