Polaroid | Hogwarts!Phan AU

Chapter 4

For the days that followed, all I could think of was Phil. How his eyes lit up when I made him laugh and how he seemed so excited by something as dull as Transfiguration. I also thought of kissing him, of cuddling him, of being able to call him mine.

"Dan?" Troye asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I sat up in my armchair, making my textbook fall to the ground. I sheepishly grabbed it and turned to Troye. His eyes were filled with worry, making me anxious. "Troye, what's wrong?" I asked instinctively.

He shifted in his eyes and looked around the room, trying to avoid to subject. Troye was never like this, always so bubbly and talkative. "Um, let's say, hypothetically, you liked someone, and there was a small chance they liked you back. What would you do? Hypothetically, of course," he asked.

Was Troye really asking me for love advice? I didn't think I'd ever be asked for help in the love department, nor did I want to mess his life up in this situation. I sighed, praying that he would go to someone else. But when I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me hopefully.

"Hypothetically? I'd go for it," I said simply.

Troye's eyes widened. "Really? Well, um, hypothetically, I thank you," he replied.

I smiled. "You're hypothetically welcome, Troye boy," I said.

Troye blushed and turned towards the entrance of the boys' dormitory. He was definitely waiting for someone, probably the "hypothetical" person from earlier. I turned to my textbook, not being able to focus. Tyler walked down the stairs and walked towards us, making Troye's eyes light up. I grinned and turned back to my book.

(A/N: yes there is side Troyler bc I'm still Troyler trash lmao)

Soon, they both left for lunch, leaving me to my thoughts. I wondered what would happen to Troye, and I didn't want to see such a great friendship fail because of me. Not that it would, I knew Tyler liked him.

I sighed and got up to go to breakfast. Food fixes everything anyway, and it could distract me from Phil. I walked by self to the Great Hall, which felt odd. I'd always been surrounded by people, but this was what I preferred.

And outside the Great Hall, I ran into a familiar boy with black fringe. "Oh, hey Phil!" I said.

He smiled instantly and adjusted his hair, a blush creeping to his cheeks. "Hi. Are we still meeting in that empty classroom later to practice?" Phil asked.

It took me a moment to register what he was saying, as I was still wrapped up in my conversation with Troye. Then it hit me: it was one week since my session with Phil. We were going to hang out today. "Oh, yeah! Of course!" I agreed, extremely flustered. "Same time as yesterday?"

Phil nodded in response and pardoned himself away. I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as I took my usual seat next to Tyler and Zoe. They were, as perusal, rambling on about some conversation of who's dating who. I didn't even get a chance to speak before the bell rang, at which we were swept away to our next class.

...

It was 4:50 when I excused myself to go to the classroom Phil told me to go to, not wanting to be late as I was last time. Even though I got there at 4:55, Phil was still already sitting in one of the seats at the front of the classroom, his bag set on another desk. He smiled when he saw me.

"How are you always so early?" I asked, setting my bag down next to his.

Phil blushed. "My mum always told me being early is being on time and being on time is being late. I guess that stuck with me," he said.

I wanted to ask him about his mum, his dad, if he had any siblings, and basically every other detail that made up Phil Lester, but I refrained myself. He probably would find me weird and insist that I get my tutoring from some else. You aren't supposed to really know your tutor, but, oh god, I wanted to.

He started off by summarizing what happened last time, and then he moved on to discussing what he wanted me to try. The first time I tried to transfigure the pillow into a brick I failed. My cheeks turned a crimson red, and Phil was in hysterics with laughter.

"I... can't believe... the pillow... just turned... into a brick print!" he said between laughs.

I clicked the floor with my shoe. "It wasn't that fun, dude," I mumbled.

He stopped laughing at once, knowing immediately that something was wrong. Phil looked at my stature, silent. "I'm sorry, Dan. Want to try again?" he asked. 

 I nodded. This time the pillow turned into a brick with fail, making Phil jump around the room clapping like a baby. I laughed and placed my hands on his shoulder. Phil seemed to catch on to what I was doing and kept jumping around like crazy.

Before I stopped us, I felt Phil and I crash into the pile of pillows on the floor. I rolled over and felt the cold floor beneath me. I glanced over at Phil, who was laying on top of the pillows with his eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips. I readjusted myself on the pillows and turned to Phil.

"That was funny," I said, letting out a laugh.

Phil opened his eyes and sat up slightly. "Yeah it was," he agreed.

"What was the happiest moment of your life?" I asked absentmindedly.

I thought I'd messed up for good. I didn't mean to ask him that; it'd just sort of slipped out. I wanted to know so much about him. It was the first thing that came to my head.

Phil was silent as I over analyzed everything. "I don't know," he said. "My 11th birthday was a lot of fun, actually. It was freezing cold outside, as my birthday is January 30, but everyone huddled inside under blankets. My mum brought out the cake, and my friend smeared icing in my hair. It was simple, but sweet. What about you?"

I stared up at the ceiling. "Um, the day I got my letter was pretty great, too. I got it really early in the morning. Later in the day, my parents and I went to Diagon Alley to buy my stuff. My mom made cupcakes," I said.

We ended up talking for the rest of our time together. I ended up finding out a lot about him, just like I'd wanted to since the moment I'd laid eyes on him. When the clock hit 7, Phil got up, saying he had to leave.

I bid my goodbyes to Phil and walked to the Gryffindor common room. I was thinking about Phil, about all the little details of him, when I saw something I did not expect.

Tyler and Troye were making out by the portrait hole.  

A/N: So I guess this is an update? It's longer than what I'd expected and I tried to make it nice because it's been a while. Like I said, this story won't be updated that much, which I apologize for. Also, yeah, side Troyler bc I'm still Troyler trash and it's 2015 and I needed this. How do you people think it's going? Please comment your opinion and vote!! Thanks and I'll hopefully see you people soon!