HOAR

That was what was written on a paper taped to Sansa and Margaery's door in black marker. Sansa found it on her way back from the bathroom and she snatched it off the door and looked up and down the hallway to see if anyone looked suspicious.

She brought it inside their room and held it up.

Margaery looked up and stared at it with squinted brows. "What is that?"

"I just found it taped to our door."

"Did you see anyone?"

"No."

"I feel like it's missing some letters. Like maybe they were trying to spell 'hoarder' and ran out of time?"

Sansa frowned and looked down at the crude lettering. "It does look rather slapdash. Like they just did it quick."

There was a knock on the door and then Jon poked his head inside with his eyes closed. "Everyone decent? And by everyone I mean you, Margaery."

"Well, well. Look who just helps himself inside our room now," Margaery drawled. "You date my roommate and all propriety just goes right out the window."

"My eyes are closed," he pointed out.

"Come in, Jon, and you can open your eyes," Sansa said with a laugh. "Maybe you can help us solve the mystery of the note leaving bandit, who is obviously a terrible speller."

Jon came inside and closed the door behind him before coming over to Sansa and kissing her hello. "Note leaving bandit?" he asked.

Sansa showed him the note. "I found this taped to our door."

"When?"

"Just now."

"A hoar as a noun can be ice crystals. As an adjective it can be used to describe greying hair," Jon explained. "But I don't think that's what they were going for."

"No? You don't think so?" Sansa deadpanned.

"Nerd alert!" Margaery said by cupping her hands around her mouth. "I mean, really. Who knows that?"

"I read a lot," Jon said, sounding a bit indignant.

"We know you do, honey," Sansa cooed and patted his cheek. He shot her a look and she giggled.

"So, obviously they meant whore," Margaery said. "Although spelling it wrong really takes the sting out of it."

"Margaery, sweetie, have you pissed anyone off lately?" Sansa asked.

"Why would you assume me automatically?" Margaery demanded.

"Didn't you go out with someone's boyfriend the other night?"

"Uh, hello, he didn't tell me he was with someone and as soon as she showed up at our table at Applebee's and dumped his soda over his head I got the fuck out of there. I was the one comforting her in the parking lot I'll have you know."

"It could have been just a prank," Jon said. "A really bad prank since they can't spell."

"How do you not know how to spell whore?" Sansa asked rhetorically.

"If it happens again, I think you should report it to your RA," Jon said.

"Are you kidding me? It could have been my RA. I don't think Daenerys has forgiven me for roping her boyfriend into my web of lies," Sansa told him. "She still gives me the stink eye."

"It was probably just one of the idiots on our floor," Margaery said dismissively.

"Yeah, probably," Sansa said with a shrug and balled up the paper and tossed it in the trash. She smiled at Jon. "Ready to go?"

"I am," Jon replied and gave her a heated look she knew well now. The look of I-really-want-to-be-alone-with-you-so-I-can-suck-your-face-off.

"Tell me where you're going again?" Margaery asked.

"We're going to the park. The Rec center has one of those inflatable movie screens and they're going to play The Princess Bride tonight," Sansa told her.

"That actually sounds like fun. Though, how will you guys ever survive not making out for two hours?"

"And on that note, we're going," Sansa said and pulled Jon with her out the door.

They were quiet until they got to the elevator. And then once inside – and alone – Jon kissed her as though he hadn't seen her in days rather than hours.

"I think Margaery might be right," she murmured.

"Don't say that. I feel like saying Margaery is right about anything is just inviting the apocalypse."

Sansa laughed and then looked up at him coyly. "How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?"

He groaned. "Don't look at me like that, Sansa. I feel like all I've shown you is my dorm room. I want to take you out on real dates."

"You took me to the beach…"

"And I pawed at you the whole time."

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing. Oh! You also took me to a movie."

He pondered this as the doors opened on the first floor. "Okay, you do have a point. I don't feel so guilty anymore. So, we'll go back to my room and make out after the movie?"

She smiled widely as they walked out of the elevator and made their way to the front doors. "Yes. There's something I want to do to you…"

"Fucking hell, Sansa, are you trying to kill me? I'm going to be hard all night just imagining what you have planned."

She smiled flirtatiously at him. "Good. I need you hard for what I'm going to do."

Jon growled and reached for her and she twirled away from his grasp. "Sansa."

"Catch me if you can," she called out as she ran towards his car.

He did catch her and when he did, he kissed the hell out of her. "Maybe we don't have to go to the movie," he said. "We could just go back to my room..."

"Nope, we're going now," she told him. "Just think how much better it will be when we're alone and all that tension has built up and it's thick and throbbing—"

"For the love of God, stop," Jon begged.

She smiled and kissed him quickly. "Come on, let's go."

He watched her run around to the passenger side door and said fondly, "As you wish."

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As soon as Jon saw Ygritte with one of her friends on a blanket with one of her friends, he wished he and Sansa had decided to go to his room instead.

She didn't talk to him in class anymore and that was fine with Jon. They hadn't exactly broken up on the best of terms. What worried him though was the offhanded remark she did make one afternoon as they were leaving class. All she'd said was "How's Sansa?" in a very pointed manner that let him know she knew he was dating Sansa now. That had been shortly after their breakup and he hadn't thought much about it. Until now.

"Crap on a crayfish," Sansa muttered. "Your ex is here."

"I know. Let's just find a spot far away from her, okay?"

Sansa sighed and she followed Jon to a spot on the outskirts of the other people in attendance. She helped him spread out the blanket from his car and then unpacked the bag of snacks and drinks they'd brought.

Sansa tore into a bag of Twizzlers while Jon tore into his old stand-by: Milk Duds. He made sure to pour a few in Sansa's hand and she passed him a few Twizzlers. He laughed to himself and she looked over at him quizzically. "What are you laughing about, Chuckles?"

"I'm just thinking how we have a system when we go to a movie and a system when we go out to eat. If we have anything with onions or tomatoes, you take the tomatoes and I take the onions."

"And I still say it's abnormal for you to not like tomatoes."

"You don't like watermelon. That's even more abnormal."

"Hey, I—oh shit."

"What?"

"Ygritte is headed over here."

Jon looked and Sansa wacked him with a Twizzler. It stung and he glared at her.

"You're not supposed to look," she hissed.

"What else am I supposed—"

"Hello, Jon. Sansa," Ygritte said.

Jon looked up at her and nodded. "Ygritte."

"Hello, Ygritte," Sansa said politely. "How are you?"

"I'm swell, Sansa, thank you for asking," Ygritte said in exaggerated politeness. It was clear she was not "swell".

"There's a word you don't hear often enough," Sansa said. "Swell. I think I'll start bringing it into rotation."

"You do that," Ygritte said. "Well, I just thought I'd come over and say hello. No reason why we can't all be friendly, right?"

"Well, you weren't really all that friendly to begin with," Sansa said matter-of-factly.

Jon nudged her discreetly with his elbow.

"Yes, well, it's hard to be nice when someone is after your boyfriend," Ygritte said.

"I wasn't after Jon," Sansa told her. "You were threatened by our friendship, Ygritte, but nothing happened between us while you and Jon were together."

"No, just immediately after he broke up with me, right?"

"Ygritte, let it go," Jon said, using what Sansa called his "Senor Bossy Pants" voice.

"No, Jon, I won't let it go. The corpse of our relationship wasn't even cold yet before you started dating this little twat."

"Takes one to know one huh, Ygritte?" Sansa said pointedly.

Ygritte lurched forward with the water bottle in her hand towards Sansa and managed to get her right in the face with the water.

"That's enough!" Jon shouted and got to his feet. "Leave now, Ygritte. You're making a fool out of yourself."

And then Milk Duds went sailing past him and at Ygritte. Sansa, as it turned out, had pretty good aim. Until she hit someone on another blanket in front of her and he complained.

And it was about then that they all got kicked out of the park.