Olivia Potter. The Innocent Child. July 31st, 2007. The day she ran away, slipping through the shadows of Potter Manor, her absence unnoticed amidst the celebrations for her twin brother, Harry. Forgotten and alone, Olivia left behind a life where s...
Ollie pushed open the door to Four's apartment, spotting him out on the balcony, leaning against the rail with his arms folded. The night air stirred his hair as he stared out into the Dauntless compound below.
"Four? Four fears?" she called, stepping closer, curiosity edging her tone.
He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Four then, four now. I keep going in there, but I don't think you ever lose them."
He turned back to the view, as Ollie leaned against the railing beside him, but her gaze dropped to the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. Something tugged at her curiosity.
"Can I ask you something?" she said, tilting her head.
He shifted to look at her. "Sure."
"What's your tattoo?" she asked, eyes flicking pointedly to where the ink peeked just under his collar.
"You wanna see it?"
She smirked, arching a brow. "Obviously."
With that, Four pushed off the railing and tugged his shirt over his head in one swift motion. Ollie's smirk slipped for a second as her eyes widened — then she quickly masked it, lips twitching.
The moment Four pulled his shirt over his head, the Hogwarts crowd of fangirls practically lost it — a wave of squeals, dreamy sighs, and flushed faces as they shamelessly drooled over his muscles, whispering things like, "Merlin, he's unfairly hot," while others fanned themselves dramatically.
"Not bad," she said teasingly, before stepping closer. Her hand brushed across his back, tracing the sweeping ink of the factions etched into his skin. He drew in a sharp breath at her touch.
"It's amazing," she admitted softly, running her fingers slowly down the tattoo. "The factions... Why do you have all of them?"
"I don't want to be just one thing. I can't be." His voice was low, steady. "I want to be brave. And I want to be selfless... intelligent, and honest, and kind."
He turned as he said "kind," meeting her gaze fully now, eyes dark and unguarded.
"Although I'm still working on 'kind,'" he added, almost as a challenge — before pulling her closer and kissing her.
The Great Hall erupted into cheers as soon as Four and Ollie finally kissed, students clapping, whistling, and even standing on benches in celebration of the long-awaited moment. Lily sat quietly with a soft, knowing smile, her eyes glowing with pride for Ollie, while James leaned back with his arms folded, his jaw tight as his protective instincts flared. Meanwhile, William nearly lost his voice over the roar of his own cheering, loudly proclaiming his joy as his childhood best friend finally got the kiss everyone had been waiting for.
It wasn't gentle; it was fire, months of tension crashing together at once. Ollie kissed him back just as fiercely, clutching at his shoulders, their bodies colliding as if neither could get close enough. Every jab, every sarcastic remark, every stolen glance had been building to this—this kiss that finally broke them open.
When they pulled apart, both breathless, Ollie smirked against his lips. "Totally worth the wait."
Ollie's lips curled into a teasing smirk as her fingers trailed lightly over the ink. "Gotta admit, Eaton... I didn't think I'd be seeing you shirtless this soon. Not that I'm complaining."
Four shot her a look — half exasperated, half undone — but before he could retort, she tilted her chin up, challenging him silently with those sharp, fearless eyes. The tension snapped.
His mouth was on hers in an instant, rougher than before, like he'd been holding back far too long. Ollie met him with equal fire, her hands sliding up his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him down against her.
It wasn't careful. It wasn't cautious. It was everything they'd been circling around, burning hot and impossible to ignore.
The kiss deepened, all restraint gone as Ollie tugged at him, pulling him closer, refusing to let the space between them exist. Four's hands found her waist, strong and certain, and in one swift motion he lifted her, making her laugh against his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, the sound of her laughter breaking into another breathless kiss as he carried her inside.
As the kiss on the screen deepened and the tension between Ollie and Four grew more heated, a wave of awkward giggles rippled through the younger years. A few first-years flushed red and quickly looked away, suddenly finding their dinner plates very interesting. Some of the older students laughed, leaning over to cover the eyes of the younger ones with exaggerated dramatics, teasing them with loud "too young for this bit!" while the Hall buzzed with embarrassed laughter and excited squeals.
The door to the balcony swung shut behind them, leaving only the low hum of the compound lights seeping through the window.
Four lowered Ollie onto the mattress, her hair fanning out across the pillow as she looked up at him, lips parted, eyes burning with the same fire that flickered in his. He hovered over her, bracing himself with one arm as the other slid to her waist, pulling her closer as their mouths met again.
The kiss was urgent, molten, as if they had been holding back for far too long. His weight pressed against her, grounding her, yet making her feel like she was flying at the same time. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him deeper until he groaned softly against her mouth.
In one swift motion, he tugged her shirt up and over her head, breaking the kiss for only a breath before she was left beneath him in just her bra, chest rising and falling rapidly. His free hand traced down her side, lingering lower, the touch pulling a gasp from her lips.
"Tobias..." she whispered, breathless, his true name falling from her mouth like a secret. Her British accent slipping through for the first time in a while, but she barely noticed nor cared.
Something flickered in his eyes at the sound — something raw, vulnerable — before he crushed his lips back to hers, kissing her harder, deeper, as if the name had undone him completely.
And then, just as his hand pressed lower and her body arched up to meet him, the screen cut—fading sharply to black.
When the screen finally faded to black, the Great Hall erupted in a mix of gasps and stunned murmurs. James and Lily both stiffened, their shock written plainly across their faces. James' voice cut through the noise, protective and indignant as he muttered, "She's only sixteen — she shouldn't be doing that." Lily, equally rattled, nodded quickly, her voice tight with disbelief as she added, "She's just a child... our child." At the Gryffindor table, Harry grimaced and shoved his plate away, his face twisted in disgust. "Ugh, I did not need to see my sister like that," he groaned, earning a few awkward laughs from Ron and Hermione.
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A/N
i just wanted to post this because I've had this scene written since I started writing this book 😜
How I feel rn:
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