AN: Hi guys! Thank you for all your wonderful reviews, favs and follows for this story! Your response just blew me away! Okay, so what we have here are some mini (or not so mini) drabbles I wrote in celebration of my 1st tumblr birthday. Hope you like them :)

#1: Policeman!Klaus walks drunk!Caroline home after Rebekah's bachelorette party. Night turns out...interesting.

#2: HP AU, Klaus catches Caroline wandering around the school after curfew. But she has a good reason for it!

#3: GoT AU, Klaus and Caroline fight the White Walkers as well as their growing feelings for each other.

"Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

The floor was looking at her funny.

Like it was laughing brazenly straight into her face.

Maybe because she was upside down, hanging over Klaus' shoulder. The heat of his hands pressing into the back of her thighs was making her head even more dizzy than it'd been from all the tequila.

Rebekah's bachelorette party had been…interesting. And it was just getting good for Caroline, a man with mouth-dropping abs and even better face talking her up by the bar, when the boys decided to crash it.

Before she knew it, Mr. Pretty Face was gone and the future bride's annoying brother took his place.

Klaus Mikaelson, the bane of her existence.

Currently carrying her drunk sorry ass home.

"Stop wriggling, love. Wouldn't want me to drop you, right?" His drawl sent shivers along her spine.

"Like you were dropped on your head when you were little?"

She could feel his head shake in response. "That was mature."

"That was mature," Caroline mimicked mockingly. "Look, will you put me down or not? You…big oaf!"

"Big oaf? You wound me, love," he chuckled.

"Would you prefer Officer Mikaelson?"

"I'm off duty, sweetheart," Klaus shot back, adding as they reached the door to her apartment, "The keys, Caroline?"

"In my clutch. Can't look for them when I'm hanging upside down, though," she sang into his ear.

It was a very handsome ear, damn him. It took all of her self-control not to bite into it.

With a deep sigh, Klaus put her down gently, his hands running down her sides in the process. They lingered on her waist before he seemed to break out of his reverie and took a step back, watching her closely while she trashed her purse in search of the keys.

"So will you go out with him?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"That stripper firefighter you seemed getting so cozy with at the bar."

"It's none of your business, right? And I really liked…Pretty Face. We have lots in common, you know?" she rambled drunkenly.

"I'm sure you do, love."

His dry tone made Caroline stop her (so far) futile search and peer at him closely. "Wait…are you jealous?"

"Of course not," he replied, although way too soon.

Head thrown back, she laughed, then strode straight towards him. "Come on, Klaus. Can't blame a girl for loving a man in a uniform," she mused, trailing a finger down his shirt. "Police officers' included."

Clutching her finger in his hand, he glared at her, "You're drunk, Caroline."

"I am!" she giggled. "But you are delicious." Body pressed into his, her nose nudged his neck as she very obviously inhaled his scent. Revelling in the shudder that coursed through him at her ministrations.

"Caroline," he croaked, trying to gently pry her off him.

But she was relentless, standing on her toes to reach higher - and with her tongue now travelling up to his ear, one that had caught her attention earlier.

Maybe she would get a taste, after all.

Then she felt him stirring up against her thigh. Of course, she didn't hesitate to comment on it.

"Is there a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Officer?" she whispered in his ear, her voice husky.

"You know it's not a gun, Caroline."

"Yeah, but you still want to shoot from it. You have hots for me Mikaelson, admit it."

His face grew serious. "I do," he said simply, the raw honesty of his statement silencing her for once.

"Oh."

Oh, indeed, Klaus thought, snatching the keys straight from her clutch and walking Caroline in to her apartment.

The world was spinning and something that felt like hammers was banging on her head with vengeance. Caroline's eyes fluttered open as she took notice of her surroundings.

She was in her own bed. That was good.

A quick glance at her attire.

She had her usual PJs on as well as a blanket wrapped all over her.

She must have been less drunk than she thought.

Weird.

Battling the worst hangover she had ever experienced, Caroline cleared out of the bundle of blankets and slowly stood up.

Very slowly.

As she valiantly emerged from her bedroom, she stopped in her tracks upon the sight of Klaus sprawled casually on her couch.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" she bristled through her teeth, too weary to raise her voice.

"You were quite drunk last night, love. I just wanted to make sure you're alright," he replied as if it was obvious, while giving her a careful once-over.

"Okay, what the hell happened last night?!"

Klaus just cast a knowing look her way, his signature annoying smirk curling those stupidly delicious lips.

"No. You mean…No. Did I…? Did we…? No. No, no, no. No. No," Caroline rambled, burying her face in her hands.

She stood like this for a moment, wishing herself to disappear when suddenly, she felt his hands closing over hers and pulling them gently off her face.

"Just kidding, sweetheart," he sang. "I merely tucked you in. Helped you change."

"Klaus!" With force, she smacked him across the chest, then dug a finger into the middle of his sternum. "Did you get a good peek too, creeper?"

Raising his hands in surrender, he , "You wound me, love. I was the perfect gentleman. An innocent bystander."

Suddenly, it was came crashing back. Fuck, she'd made such a fool of herself.

"Oh, god. You actually were. I'm sorry, Klaus," she let out, humiliated.

"Caroline, look at me." The teasing undertone was gone from his voice, expression on his face a serious one as he traced his thumb across her cheek. "I think we both admitted yesterday that there's clearly something there."

Preening into his touch, she sighed, "Yes."

He beamed at her, "A date then? Perhaps tomorrow night?"

Caroline's mouth stretched in the widest grin. "I have a better idea. I have some errands to run before rehearsal dinner next week. Do you want to tag along and help me out?" she wiggled her eyebrows at him. "If you prove to be helpful, who knows? I might even agree to that date," she added playfully.

Klaus smirked, revelling in her sass. Judging by his determined expression, Rebekah would surely have the best rehearsal dinner ever.

"Game on, sweetheart."

"I'll walk you home — or in our case, back to your common room."

Caroline had never broken rules so outrageously but this time, she had a very good reason for it.

The best one.

She had to walk out her dragon so it could fly, alright?

Well, the dragon belonged to her and Enzo. They had won the egg in the local pub playing wizard chess, while out celebrating her 17th birthday. The woman they got it from, Katerina or something like that, seemed reluctant to part with it but Caroline had surprised her with the magnificent charge of her rook.

And a bet was a bet.

So here she was, a couple of weeks later, cautiously tiptoeing her way through the dark corridors with Ukrainian Ironbelly nestled comfortably in her arms. The silence the school was immersed in seemed almost unnatural and the quietest creak of the floor echoed across the corridors, making her wince. Caroline only hoped that the noise wouldn't attract Mr. Saltzman, Ilvermorny's caretaker or his nasty little bulldog, Damon.

Only two more floors and she would make it to Horned Serpent's common room, yet another night she managed to outsmart Saltzman and prefects on patrol.

Caroline realized they couldn't keep the dragon forever but they were so rare in America - and really, she just wanted to care for it a little bit longer before it grew enough to be freed to the wilderness.

Slowly descending the next set of stairs, she felt a shiver ran down her spine, as if she was being observed. She looked back, her heart in her throat but there was no one there. With a soft sigh of relief, she took the next careful step forward, only to collide with a toned, sinfully smelling body.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. A stroll after curfew? I knew you had it in you, Caroline." Lilted voice that haunted her dreams drawled in her ear while male hands rested on her shoulders, steadying her.

Crap.

Of all the people to patrol the corridors, she had to run into him.

Truthfully, she would rather face Damon's drooling muzzle.

Okay, that was clearly a lie.

Klaus Mikaelson had transferred from Hogwarts a year ago, surprising everyone when as a former Slytherin, he'd got sorted into Thunderbird house. Naturally, half of the female (and not only) population in Ilvermorny had gone crazy over his British accent and those stupid dimples.

Caroline wasn't one of them, of course.

Even if she spent a ridiculous amount of time studying his face, it was only because that permanent smug expression on it reminded her how annoying he was.

That was it.

"So, where are you sneaking back from, love? A midnight walk? Some illicit affair? Rendezvous with the library that just couldn't wait til morning?" he sounded so happy with himself, Caroline fought herself not to smack him.

"Will you be quiet? Detention is so not in my plans," she hissed under her nose.

"You should've thought of it earlier, sweetheart. I really should report you to old Ric, you know. Of course, I can reconsider - " he stopped abruptly, eyes widening as they took in the creature in her arms. "What the bloody hell?"

"Shh! Someone's coming!" Grabbing his hand, she quickly pulled them into the nearest room, a supply closet, as it turned out. With a few swift flicks of her wand, she locked the door and silenced Klaus, while petting the dragon with her other hand so that it would keep quiet.

The Brit looked both outraged and impressed with how seamlessly she managed to hex him, undoing the Silencio spell with his own wand. Yet, as the hurried footsteps behind the door came and gone, he kept quiet, his unyielding gaze fixed on Caroline.

There was hardly any space between them, she realized in short shallow breaths, as his scent and body heat took over her senses. She could feel the caress of his darkened eyes on her lips, as they itched to meet his.

They were so dangerously close, she could lean in just an inch and get a taste.

And she might have even gone for it if it hadn't been for the dragon resting in the crook of her elbow.

Sound of cleared throats filled the closet as they subtly shifted away as much as they could and then - silence.

Caroline Forbes hated awkward silence.

"Look, Klaus. I know it's against the rules to leave dorms after curfew but - " she started, only to be interrupted by his incredulous laugh.

"Yes, love, wandering round school after curfew is the issue here. Not, let's say, a small lizard in your hands," he deadpanned.

"Hey!" she smacked him in the chest. "Don't insult Koline! It's a dragon, have some respect."

"Koline?"

"It's a name, alright?"

"Sure. It just…reminds me of someone, that's all," he smirked, dimples cutting into his cheeks.

Why did he have to look so lickable?

"Anyways," Caroline trailed off, shooting him a sunny smile. "Can we keep this between us, please? It's just for a few more weeks."

Gradually, his gaze softened until eventually he let out a reluctant groan and conceded, "Fine. But you owe me one, love."

"Sure," she agreed quickly, then momentarily regretted it as a satisfied grin curled his lips.

"Come on, Caroline," he just said. "I'll walk you home - or rather, back to your common room."

And he did that for the next six weeks, each time it was Caroline's turn to take her dragon for a walk.

"There's definitely a storm coming."

Hands perched on the stone cold surface, she lost herself in the vast wild territory stretching beyond the Wall.

The sight should be terrifying but somehow, it calmed the turmoil within.

They had been fighting for days.

With White Walkers and each other.

Admitting it to herself almost hurt, but Caroline was actually impressed with Lord Commander's silent efficiency. Where her dragons roared and seared with fire, he could burn anyone with the icy rage of his gaze.

She was loved and she was hated but she had never been disregarded.

Finally -

All he'd had said once she answered the Night Watch's call for help.

It had only gone worse from there.

They had battled over the war plans and then they battled together for their lives.

For their homes. For their people.

Maybe Klaus had been right.

They were quite the same.

Even her dragons liked him.

They never liked anyone.

The ghostly white mist thickened all around, the death that lingered in its shadows just waiting for the right time to attack. She felt the shiver creep up her spine but unsurprisingly, it was for another reason entirely.

"My Queen," Klaus greeted her, in that Northern lilt that curled around her ears. With solemn eyes, he noted the blizzard ready to rage onto them with its ancient force. Then, he met her gaze, his eyes cloudy just like the sky but there was something shining through it all clear as a day and it took away her breath.

"Lord Commander," she croaked, even though every inch of her skin screamed Klaus.

"There's definitely a storm coming."

Unnecessary statement.

She knew.

Its tendrils raged in her from the day she'd met him.

Thanks for reading, lovelies! What do you think? Which one do you like most/least? Fav moments? Do you like drunk!Caroline as much as I do, haha? Share your thoughts with me, please ;)

Till next time,

Kate