Phan Hogwarts AUs

Overly Optimistic

A/N: This is my first Phan story and its just lots off fluff mixed with fluff with a side of fluff and sprinkles. :) Hope you like and I'm open to any requests btw. :)))) (the smiley face is Dudley, see?)

Phil's POV:

"Arrrghhh, I hate homework so much," I say, throwing down my herbology paper down on the table in frustration. "I'm too tired for this... shiz," It was almost midnight and I still had a complicated herbology essay to finish for tomorrow. The common room was completely empty except for Chris and I and the last few embers of the fire were burning out. Chris, who had already finished his and was staying to keep me company, yawns widely

"You know Sprout will let you off- she loves you. You could get away with murder in that class," I groan and wiggle around in my chair.

"Murder? No. Killing the venomous tentacula? Yes. Maybe you're right, I could get away with it," I add uncertainly. Chris enthusiastically nods.

"Yes you could, now go to sleep,"

"But what if I couldn't?" Chris, who had already started packing his homework into his back, stops. I lie, "I've only got the conclusion left; you can go if you like, I'll be up in a minute," Chris starts

"But I said I-"

"It's fine, I'll see you in a minute," I interrupt. "You go," Chris, too tired to argue, nods and walks to the stairs. I turn back to my paper, my brow furrowing in concentration.

Devil's snare is a plant that thrives in dark and damp habitats. It reacts to light and heat by retreating rapidly and a good-

"Phiiiiiiil," I look up and hear a familiar muffled voice come from the entrance of the common room, then the sound of spurting wine. That only happens when somebody doesn't know how to get into the common room. The barrels shoot out wine at the intruder when they try to get in. It's a clever defense mechanism that Andy Collins made while my mum was at Hogwarts, and only the Hufflepuffs know of it. I walk over, opening the hole and see a dripping wet Dan in his pjs with ruffled curly hair standing outside the entrance and grin widely

"Need a hand?" I say, laughing. Dan smiles and I pull him into the common room.

The thing is, I've had a crush on Dan since the beginning of third year, which is saying something as it's December of our sixth year now. He's just so perfect, with his curly brown hair and his big amber eyes, and is the nicest Slytherin in the school (not that I have anything against Slytherins). We've been friends for ages and ages- ever since our first class together in 2nd year, and I even stayed a week over the Easter break at his house last year. Even though neither of us has told the other we like them, I think there might be something between us, although I might just be overly-optimistic. Yeah that's probably it.

Dan's POV:

"Tergeo," I mutter, siphoning the wine of of my Muse pj's (yes I know they're a muggle band, but I'm a muggle born and I like them. Deal with it). I look at Phil, who is clearly tired, with his ruffled black hair, pink tinged cheeks and bags under his eyes, and smile. He's just so fricking adorable, it's painful. I spot his homework on the table closest to the fire and instantly regret coming. I obviously interrupted something. Great job, Dan, I think to myself.

"Oh, did I interrupt your homework?" I ask, "Sorry," Phil's eyes momentarily widen and he says

"Oh no, I was almost finished..." Phil starts, flustered. "Well, if you count having most of the paper to do as finished," I laugh nervously and say

"Can I help? I just finished my essay- you can copy me if you like," Not waiting for an answer, I wave my wand and say "Accio Herbology essay,"

"Oh thanks so much!" Phil says. In the moments we wait for it to come zooming in, I kind of just stare into Phil's ocean-blue eyes.

Yeah, you could say I like Phil a bit. Well... a lot. Quite a lot if I'm being honest with myself. I try not to think about it, but it's hard as his royal cuteness comes floating into my brain every few seconds.

The essay comes flying in, breaking our eye contact. I blink and catch it, then hand it to him. He accepts and we walk awkwardly over to the table. I sit down on a small stool opposite him in the giant chair and he says

"Umm, I'm just gonna copy it now," I nod quickly, almost cricking my neck and he unrolls the two essays. I watch him (not in a creepy way) as he works, noting the way his floppy black fringe falls in his face every so often, the way his tongue pokes out while he concentrates and the focus in those peacock blue eyes of his. Wow. I hope he likes me. Or maybe I am just overly optimistic. I won't know unless I ask.

Phil's POV:

I know I am meant to be focusing on the essay, but it's kind of hard with your crush sitting opposite you in an empty common room past midnight. It was all I could do not to look up, but it got harder and harder until i gave up and glanced up to see a Dan gazing at me. Wow.

"Oh... Umm... Sorry," muttered Dan, trailing off into nothingness, his cheeks tinted a bright rosy pink. I blushed and say in barely anything more than a whisper

"Oh... its fine. I'm almost finished..." I look down, my face burning and scrawl down the last few lines of the essay. I skim through quickly and then look up. Dan is looking down, his caramel eyes big. He senses my gaze and meets my eyes with his. We stay like this for a few moments, in comfortable silence, when Dan slowly starts to say

"Umm... Phil?" I nod carefully, eager for him to go on. "I... I like you... A l-lot." At those words, my heart leaps right out of my chest and starts dancing around in front of me (well, not really, but you know what I mean,). My mind is blank for a few seconds, and then, without any thoughts forewarning of it, in the dim light of the dying fire, I lean over and kiss him.

After a few moments of bliss, we break apart in need of oxygen. I grin and say, suddenly filled with confidence;

"I like you too. I thought I was just overly-optimistic."