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Hogwarts Houses?

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High School AU

A/N: This will be a female reader, as Connor will be the main love interest.

I only put the reader as a Hufflepuff because that's what I am, but feel free to imagine a different house if you want.

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     The day was Friday, and school had finally let out for the week.

     You and your close friends, Connor, Markus, and Kara, had made plans to come over to your house and hang out for the weekend. Your prominent plan was to do a Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts marathon - which may or may not deprive the four of you of sleep, however much that may be.

     You planned on picking the three of them up after dropping your things off at your house, and after they did the same. Having driven their parents' vehicles to school (minus Markus, whom was dropped off by his adoptive father, Carl), the others opted to drop their school supplies at their houses before gathering pajamas and whatever else they needed for the sleepover and then waiting for you to pick them up and drive them to your house.

     Your parents were home, but they didn't mind the four of you hanging out for the weekend as long as you didn't make too much racket during the nights.

     Kids will be kids.

     Once everyone was settled in, dressed in their comfortable clothes, and ready to start the marathon, you four were sat on the couch. You were snuggled in your blankets and munching on different sweets or snacks as The Sorcerer's Stone began to play.

     Connor was on your left, Markus on your right, and Kara on Markus' right.

     You leaned against Connor a little, and he couldn't help the small grin that formed when you did so. He couldn't help but glance at you from time to time during the movie. His mind would wander from whatever was happening in the movie, and his thoughts would run to you, and he couldn't fight the urge to turn and make sure you were okay.

     You always were, leaning comfortably on him and watching the movie with the brightest eyes filled with wonder.

     About halfway into Prisoner of Azkaban, it was late - a little after 2 AM.

     You were sprawled out on the couch, your head in Connor's lap with his fingers brushing through your hair, and your legs over Markus's lap.

     It surprised you that Markus didn't really care if you did that, but you guessed you were close enough to these guys that you could just lay on them like a tired cat and they didn't seem to mind.

     If you were indeed a cat, you'd be purring quite loudly.

     You took your attention off of the movie momentarily once a specific question curiously apparated into your mind.

     "What houses do you think you guys would be in?"

     Connor glanced down at you, the fingers of his left hand still entwined in your soft hair. He thought for a moment.