"I knew you were trouble when you walked you do that." –tatayana romnoff

"Koroline Hogwarts style completed with Slytherin!Kol and I think Gryffindor!Caroline?" –EbyMikaelson

"Caroline was already dating Kol, but they got into a little trouble." –that-scarf-chick

"in jealous!Kol and an oblivious Caroline." –anon

"Can you do a Kol/Caroline/Damon plot where Kol is jealous but Caroline reassures him that she loves him and not Damon" –StefQ

I made Caroline a Hufflepuff instead because I always saw her as one. And sorry for the late updating but you know, college and all the prompts you keep giving me are dark and angsty and I wanted to write something lighter. This was the lightest of all the prompts I had and hey, Hogwarts + Koroline = no wrong.

Caroline shivered despite the layers upon layers of clothing she had on. Over her Hogwarts standard uniform was a thick winter coat which was covered by her robe and then her scarf and gloves. She looked ready to visit the Eskimos at the poles and all just to watch her boyfriend throw balls around that had minds of their own. She hated Quidditch.

She didn't hate Quidditch really. Having grown up in the Wizarding world, she had a healthy appreciation of the game. Her father was always busy with his work at Gringotts and her mother was a Muggle policewoman who spent many days at the station leaving their friends the Salvatores to drag her along with their sons on Quidditch matches all over the United Kingdom. She even loved the sport a bit as it did contain a good portion of her childhood memories.

She didn't hate Quidditch. She hated…girlfriend duties. And she liked being Kol's girlfriend, okay? He was generally regarded as an ass –and he was– but he could be sweet and devoted when he wanted ("I have a reputation to uphold, Caroline!" He exclaimed when she complained that he was only nice in private). The big bad Slytherin was a softie at heart for his Hufflepuff girlfriend and even if only she (and the small scattering of people they called friends and family) knew then it was okay with her.

She just didn't enjoy sitting on the Quidditch stands in mid-November just to watch the Slytherin Quidditch team conduct strategies on how to beat Gryffindor's ass again (the reign of Gryffindor had ended after James Potter graduated) with the players glancing at her suspiciously every so often because they thought she might snitch. The only reason she was allowed to be there was because Kol was Captain and what he wanted happened. That was the Mikaelson way and ever since Elijah first came to Hogwarts, the family had become somewhat of royalty in the House of Slytherin.

And she'd wanted to leave for something close to an hour but this was the only time she had to hang out with Kol since he'd been busy with NEWTs fast approaching and of course, Quidditch. She had a year before she had to take the NEWTs which meant she wouldn't be able to see Kol for an entire school year after he graduated and she was already beginning to miss him. So this morning she decided to spend as much time with him as possible before they were separated. She already had her worries about long distance relationships working out so she just decided to enjoy their time together.

Wrapping her coat even tighter around herself despite her shaking hands and chattering teeth, she was going to grin and bear this. She chose this and she was going to stick to this. She was a Forbes and they stuck to things till the bitter end. And hopefully that was soon.

Kol stopped leading the chasers in formation and flew quickly away to where she was seated. A breeze swept over her as he stopped, hovering over her making her close her eyes, her teeth grinding as she tried to block out the frostbite creeping up on her.

"Cold, sweetheart?"

She looked up and scowled as Kol grinned down at her, one hand leaving the other on the broom handle to touch the chilled, pale skin of her cheek.

He frowned a little. "Poor girl. You're like ice."

"I-I feel like I'm…t-turning into it. Just…just g-give me a…minute." Her teeth were chattering too much but she got the quip out and he smirked at her tenacity.

"We're just about to finish. I'm just going to give some reminders and we can go inside for a warm cup of cocoa."

She inwardly cried with relief and waited more impatiently as he swooped down to the ground, gesturing for the other players to go down so he could talk to them. A flurry of green landed around Kol as he began giving his last words for practice.

Caroline bit her dry lips as she dreamt about the hot cocoa waiting for her inside the castle. She could already almost taste the melted chocolate on her tongue and marshmallows, lots and lots of marshmallows.

"Ah, there you are, Magic-Barbie."

She looked up in surprise to see Damon take a seat beside her, dressed only in a dark coat for warmth and handed her a steaming cup of hot cocoa. She sighed with bliss as her hands wrapped around the Styrofoam cup. She took a grateful sip and held back a moan. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Damon replied with a smile, taking a sip of his own cup. He gestured to the Slytherin team below. "Snooping on the competition, Care?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Damon. I'm just being a good girlfriend."

"Sure you are." He cocked his eyebrow at her, noticing the way she was still shivering. "Unfortunately your boyfriend doesn't want to return the favor."

He took out his wand, silently tapped her on her forearm with it and instant warmth overcame her from head to toe. "There. Better?"

"Yes, thank you." She sighed. "He's not a bad boyfriend though."

"He didn't bother to notice that you were catching your death out here." Damon pointed out to her. "Doesn't really give him many points."

"He makes up for it." She defended. "And the stories I heard about your exes when you attended school here didn't really mark you as the perfect boyfriend either."

Damon had left a trail of broken hearts all over the castle. No House was left without a girl sobbing her eyes out when Damon Salvatore decided she just wasn't the girl for him.

"We're not talking about me. We're talking about you dating the youngest male Mikaelson, a situation that is just gonna end in tears and heartbreak."

"Tell me how you really feel, Damon." She replied sarcastically.

Damon graduated two years before and was in the same year as Kol's brother, Klaus, who was 'the world's most deceiving psychopath'. Add in the fact that the Salvatores and Mikaelsons didn't get along well in general after a falling through with Giuseppe and Mikael back in the day and Damon wasn't championing her boyfriend at all. If anything the moment he found out she was dating Kol the year before, he hadn't stopped trying to dissuade her from ending it with the youngest male Mikaelson.

"No, I'm serious." Damon was looking at her more intently now, face with no hint of his early easiness. His blue eyes bore into hers as he spoke. "Caroline, I care about you. We've known each other our whole lives and I don't want to see you hurt."

"I won't." She insisted with conviction. "Kol won't hurt me, Damon. He won't."

"And you're sure because…?"

She smiled softly. "He loves me."

"And has he told you of this?" Damon still looked sceptical, not believing that a Mikaelson was capable of such tender emotions. "Or are you just projecting unto him what you feel?"

"Actually he said it first. It was quite a shock for me." Caroline shook her head as she remembered the day Kol told her how he felt about her. "It was in the summer. I hadn't seen him for a week and I was missing him so much. Imagine my surprise when he knocks on my window one night and tells me that 'he was done torturing himself and that he loved me and I better love him back'."

Damon frowned. "That's creepy."

"It's sweet."

"Demented."

"Endearing."

Damon just shook his head, raising his hands in defeat. "Your funeral, Barbie. Just remember, I tried to warn you."

That was as close to conceding as you could get from Damon and she moved closer to him to wrap her free arm around him that wasn't holding her cocoa and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Other people would think you're being possessive and jealous."

"Other people are fools." He scoffed.

Caroline grinned, raising her head to give him a peck on the cheek. "You can be sweet and endearing too, you know."

A tinge of pink was present on Damon's cheeks. She wanted to giggle because Damon Salvatore was blushing. "Yeah, yeah. Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold, Caroline."

But despite his words, he leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, his blue eyes soft. "Take care, Barbie."

With that he got up and left as Caroline watched him go, taking a sip of her still warm cup of cocoa.

"What did Salvatore want?" Kol landed with the soft thud of his Quidditch boots in front of her, one hand holding his broom, the other going through his wet, sweat-soaked hair.

She raised her cup of cocoa. "Just making sure I wasn't freezing to death. No biggie."

He took the cup from her and sniffed the contents, checking to see if it was mixed with any potion like say Amortentia. Her boyfriend could be so silly at times.

She took it back and gave him a dry look. "How many times do I have to tell you that Damon isn't in love with me?"

"When he stops being so cozy with you."

"He's known me forever. I'm like a sister to him." Caroline tried not to roll her eyes. "He's never going to see me in the way you think. And he only acts all 'cozy' with me because he knows it ticks you off."

But it was no use because no matter what she was saying he wasn't listening. He was pouting now. Ah, Kol, the spoiled pureblood. Adorable but so exasperating at times.

"Do you really believe I'm going to leave you to be with Damon Salvatore? That he's secretly pining for me? Come on, Kol!" She tried to get him to see reason. "If there's anyone he's pining for, it's Katherine. He still hasn't gotten over her dumping him in Fifth year and everybody knows that."

He seemed to be less stiff now and was staring at her, looking a little lost. "I just don't know how to deal with this….this…"

"Jealousy? Possessiveness? Need to rip out the throat of anyone who so much as looks at you a certain way?" Caroline supplied. "Believe me, I know how you feel."

He raised a dark brow and gestured for her to elaborate.

She explained a little disgruntled. "I see how Katherine tries to flirt with you and the way Anna stares at you."

It's Kol's turn to roll his eyes. "They're my friends, Caroline."

"Yes, friends who want you. Don't act like you don't notice." Caroline gave him a look. "But the fact of the matter is, I get jealous too."

Kol stared at her, perplexed. "Then how do you stand it?"

"Because you told me you love me and I believe you." Caroline smiled tenderly at him, placing her now cold cup on the seat beside her, getting to her feet and tugging lightly on his Quidditch uniform to pull him closer. "And I know I'm the only one you want and I ground myself with that knowledge."

He sighed with a grunt and dropped his broom, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, her own circling his torso. His lips at her temple, he murmured. "Forgive me for not being so evolved."

"I'll forgive you anything."

His lips travelled to her cheek, lingered there before reaching her mouth, giving her the lightest, sweetest of kisses but the intent was the same: I am yours and I love you. And you better feel and be same.