Hogwarts Legacy Oneshots

Garreth - Worried Sick

Warnings: beat up y/n, grabbing, yelling.

Garreth paced anxiously in the Gryffindor common room in his slippers, pajamas, and robe. His frustration growing with each tick of the clock. It was well past curfew, and Y/N still hadn't returned. His worry twisted into a knot in his stomach, making it hard to think straight.

If it were any other student, he would have told his Aunt Matilda about the student running about in the wee hours of the morning.

But it was her.

The new fifth year who no one could figure out. The student who was constantly casting Revelio at every turn, always running everywhere she went.

It drove him mad. She drove him mad.

Finally, after another 10 minutes of pacing, the portrait hole swung open, and Y/N stumbled in. Her adventuring outfit was torn, her face and arms marred by fresh bruises, and she winced with every step.

"Where the hell have you been?" Garreth's voice came out louder and angrier than he intended, but the sight of her in such a state fueled his worry and frustration.

Y/N looked up, her eyes tired but defiant. "Out," she replied curtly, brushing past him.

Garreth grabbed her arm gently but firmly, stopping her in her tracks. "Out? That's all you have to say? Look at you, Y/N! You're hurt! What happened?"

"It's none of your business, Garreth," Y/N snapped, trying to pull away, but he held on.

"It is my business when you come back looking like you've been trampled by centaurs," he shot back. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"Worried?" Y/N laughed bitterly, but the sound was tinged with pain. "You don't get to be worried about me. You don't even care about me!"

Garreth's grip tightened just a fraction, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare say that. Of course, I care. That's why I'm so angry!"

"You're angry because you can't stand not knowing everything," Y/N retorted, her own temper flaring. "You always need to be in control."

"I'm angry because I thought you might be dead!" Garreth's voice cracked, and the raw emotion in his words stopped Y/N cold. "Do you know how it feels to think you might have lost someone you—" He cut himself off, clenching his jaw.

"Someone you what?" Y/N challenged. She took a small step closer despite the pain it caused her. "Someone you what, Garreth?"

"Someone you care about more than anything," he finished, his voice barely above a whisper.

The air between them was charged, a tense silence stretching out as they stared at each other, emotions swirling in their eyes. Finally, Y/N took a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, her anger dissipating. "I didn't mean to worry you. I just... I didn't want you to see me like this."

Garreth's expression softened, and he reached up to gently touch her bruised cheek. "Y/N, I don't care what you look like. I care about you.. I can't stand seeing you hurt."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she leaned into his touch. "I was trying to protect you. To keep you out of danger."

"I don't need you to protect me," Garreth said, his voice tender now. "I need you to trust me. To let me in."

Y/N searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity and fear in them. "I do trust you. I just didn't want to drag you into my mess."

"You can drag me into any mess, as long as I'm with you. We're in this together," Garreth murmured, his face inches from hers. "Whether it's your mess or mine."

The tension between them shifted, becoming something softer, more intense. Without thinking, Garreth brought her face towards his and closed the gap, pressing his lips to hers in a desperate kiss.

Y/N responded instantly, her hands gripping his robes as if anchoring herself to him. Not only because his kiss took her breath away, but because she wasn't sure if her legs would continue to hold her for much longer.

When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"I care about you too, Garreth," Y/N whispered. "More than I ever realized."

Garreth smiled, a mix of relief and affection in his eyes. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of their argument melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection they shared.

Suddenly, he scooped Y/N up into his arms bridal style and gently made his way over to the couch. "What are you doing?" She asked him while giggling.

"I'm gonna patch you up. Sit tight while I go get my cauldron. We'll have you feeling better in no time!"