Newt Scamander Preferences

When Bad Things Happen After The Halloween Feast (Part One)

It was October 31st. You and Newt had been dating for a few weeks now and in all honesty? Life was good. Really good since you'd both had now put your differences aside and were madly into each other. It was surprising how much free time you now had, now that there was a lack of arguments taking up your hours.

After such a merry feast and a good night kiss (more like a good night makeout session), Newt was on his way back to his dormitory.

The corridor was devoid of any other student and all portrait occupants were celebrating in the Headmasters office (and boy, did the old Heads of Hogwarts know how to live-it-up on Halloween!)

As he walked, Newt turned his attention to more interesting thoughts, such as your lips. He never got tired of your lips. Prehaps the constant PDA was a little much for your friendship group but he didn't care. Those lips! So soft! So perfect! he thought, blushing madly.

If only Newt hadn't been focused on your lips, as maybe then he would have noticed the large and somewhat sinister shadow following a few steps behind him.

He entered the Hufflepuff common room, where the last few embers were slowly dying in the ornate fireplace. The few candles that were lit, helped illuminate the cozy room with a soft, warm glow.

Passing this pleasant scene, Newt and the skulking shadow continued their journey to the bedrooms.

The sweet male was undeniably exhausted, far too tired to even undress. Flopping ungracefully onto the bed, he shuffled towards his pillow, pulling it into his arms, inhaling it's scent. It smelt of you. Smiling, Newt fell asleep, dreaming of your lips, as the shadow descended upon him...

TO BE CONTINUED...