Trying | Hogwarts OC student

chapter 24

The Hidden Spot in Hogsmeade

Alistair and Lila found themselves strolling through Hogsmeade, seeking a quiet refuge away from the busy streets and curious gazes. They walked in comfortable silence until Lila led Alistair to a secluded spot nestled behind the Three Broomsticks, where a small garden flourished under the dappled sunlight.

"This is my favorite place in Hogsmeade," Lila said softly, her eyes tracing the colorful blooms and tranquil surroundings. "It's where I come to gather my thoughts."

Alistair nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he took in the peaceful beauty of their hidden sanctuary. "It's beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.

They stood there for a while, enjoying the serene atmosphere and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Alistair couldn't help but steal glances at Lila, captivated by the way her presence seemed to illuminate the garden even more.

After a moment, Lila turned to face him, her expression both earnest and vulnerable. "Alistair," she began softly, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Alistair's heart skipped a beat, curiosity and anticipation mingling within him. "What is it?" he asked gently, giving her his full attention.

Lila took a small step closer, her hand reaching out to lightly touch his arm. "I... I care about you," she confessed, her voice wavering slightly. "More than I've cared about anyone."

Alistair felt warmth spread through him at her words, his own feelings echoing hers. "Lila," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I care about you too."

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the beauty of the hidden garden in Hogsmeade, Alistair leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Lila's lips. It was a gentle gesture, filled with unspoken emotions and the promise of a deeper connection.

As they pulled back, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Alistair felt a sense of peace settle over him, knowing that in Lila's presence, he could be himself without reservations or doubts.

Suddenly, a stern voice cut through the tranquility of the garden. "What is going on here?"

Alistair and Lila turned to see Professor Snape standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and disapproval. His dark eyes narrowed as they fell upon Alistair, his presence casting a shadow over their private moment.

Snape's gaze flickered between them, his voice cold and clipped. "Montrose," he addressed Alistair with a stern edge, "explain yourself."

Alistair's heart sank as he realized Snape had caught them. Anger surged within him, not at Lila, but at Snape for interrupting and for the unfairness of singling him out.

"Professor Snape," Alistair began, his voice tinged with frustration, "we were just..."

Snape held up a hand, cutting him off with a sharp gesture. "Save your excuses," he said icily. "This is a clear violation of school rules."

Alistair felt his anger boiling over. "You don't even know her!" he retorted, his voice rising with indignation. "You have no right to judge!"

Snape's jaw tightened visibly, his eyes narrowing further. "Your insolence will not go unpunished," he replied coldly, his tone carrying a threat.

Alistair clenched his fists, his gaze burning with defiance. "Whatever," he muttered bitterly, his frustration palpable. He turned away from Snape, grabbing Lila's hand, and together they walked away from the garden and back towards Hogwarts.

As they walked in silence, Alistair couldn't shake the feeling of resentment towards Snape. He was tired of constantly being under scrutiny, of having his every move monitored and judged. But despite the turmoil of Snape's reprimand, he found solace in Lila's presence beside him, a reminder that amidst the rules and restrictions, their connection remained strong.