A/N: Hey guys! It's me, AK! *comes in late, sipping starbucks* This is a thing I made for the Klance Hogwarts week and Klance month. It was supposed to be a coherent piece, but it slowly devolved into a bunch of one-shots. So here it is!

Midnight Misadventures

Lance stood very, very still.

This wasn't quite what he had expected when he snuck out for a midnight snack.

The footsteps of the teacher on patrol echoed about like a phantom.

Seems like they were going to be here for a while.

Lance sighed internally.

He rubbed the fabric that covered them between his thumb and forefinger.

It felt like a phantom- cool to touch and providing little resistance against his fingers.

He felt a bit envious.

An invisibility cloak.

One of the rarest of the rare.

And if he wasn't wrong… (And despite what his friends would tell you, he is rarely wrong)

He has seen invisibility cloaks.

He came from a wizarding family after all.

It was the invisibility cloak.

The one that belonged to the vanquishing hero Harry Potter himself!

Seems like the rumors were right for once, thought Lance, there really is an heir of the Potter family in Hogwarts.

Well, not a direct heir.

The Potters had died out after several generations of girls marrying into other families.

And when the only son of the surname had gone AWOL in a war against Korea, it was the final nail in the coffin.

But then again, the Potters were never stuffy people despite half of them being from Slytherin- they took it quite well.

The surprisingly small body that trembled against him must have that bloodline.

Lance shifted a bit, trying to catch sight of the other's face.

The other shifted with him, obviously nervous.

But in doing so, there was a rustle of robes.

Green robes.

And right at that moment, a teacher popped his head around the corner.

Lance had the worst kind of luck.

Of all the people it could have been, it was Professor Adam.

The Head of his House.

And by the hitch of the other's breath, he could tell that the Professor had been recognized twice.

Lance hesitated.

Gryffindor were trailing behind Slytherin by a measly ten points.

If he notified the professor now, then he could plead accomplice instead of guilty.

If nothing else, he'd get a lighter punishment than the Snake.

Sure, Adam would be disappointed, but he was fair.

And Gryffindor would be that much closer to winning.

Lance took a moment to fantasize.

He comes back to the dorms after completing his time- a hero after paying his dues- and is ambushed.

By streamers and the happy faces of his friends.

And maybe the dimpled face of Nyma, telling him how clever he was…

He felt a sudden dampness on his shoulder.

What? What's going on?

Now that he was paying attention, he could hear the choppy breathing and the something that signified tears.

This time, he watched with some fascination as a perfectly round drop of saline water fell from smooth cheeks.

The lighting made it impossible to determine the gender of the other, let alone identity.

But somehow, the sight of that vulnerability softened Lance's heart.

He didn't know why he did what he did next.

Maybe it was pity.

Maybe it was a moment of madness.

Maybe it was because it reminded him of his younger siblings.

Regardless, he did it.

He carefully shifted his arm, mindful of the professor, and put it gently around the other's shoulders.

At first, all that he received in response for his troubles was a hitch of breath.

But soon, the harsh breathing evened out and there was a slight pressure against his torso.

Lance felt warmer by a few degrees.

He shifted slightly to ease aching legs.

It was going to be a long night.

Lance wasn't sure how long it took for him to fall asleep.

He also didn't know how he managed to stumble to the dormitories without running into trouble.

But he did have a vague memory of an invisible figure with soft hands, shaking him awake.

Turns out that Gryffindor really did win the House Cup.

It was a near thing.

Too near.

Keith had finally faced his fear of plants and had successfully harvested a mandrake.

And like the any time he was successful, Keith did it perfectly.

As expected from the Golden Boy of Gryffindor.

Professor Longbottom had been so overjoyed with it that he had awarded Gryffindor a whole 20 points.

As Lance threw up his hat in celebration, he reflected on one thing.

It was the first time that he had ever been truly grateful to the mullet.

A/N: This is technically my first piece for VLD. Hope you like it!

Oh, and if you have any Hogwarts!AU prompts, I'd be glad to incorporate it. Especially Klance-centric ones!

Don't forget to review!