Then Have Me, Newt Scamander

"It's past curfew."
You didn't start, nor jump, nor gasp, nor do anything other than turn from the lake beside Hogwarts to face Newt Scamander, who leaned against a tree, staring at you, a half smile playing upon his lips.
You turned back to the lake, "would you expect anything less?" You said, gazing at the small, glowing bodies of the fireflies that had gathered, hovering over the surface of the lake.
Footsteps. Then Newt was beside you, "not in a million years." He said affectionately, hooking his pinky in your dangling fingers. You looked at him, face paler than usual in the moonlight, his hair now a brassy shade of red, his green eyes washed out and darting after every firefly. Fascinated. Always fascinated by every beast he came across.
His mouth quirked and trembled, as if he were about to say something but was hesitant to do so.
You sighed, "not in a million years," you kept looking at him, "but?"
He looked to you then, his mouth stuck in that side smirk that was never really a side smirk, and said "but they might see you, they might catch you. Aren't you on your last straw?"
He laced his fingers completely with yours. You snorted and turned back to the lake, the dancing fireflies, "they wont catch me. They can't. Even if they did, they wouldn't chuck me out, if that's why you're worried," you gave his hand a tender, reassuring squeeze,"they're fascinated by me."
Newt laughed at that, "arrogant?" He teased.
You grinned at him, "realistic."
"They" were the staff of Hogwarts, and you were indeed on your last straw when it came to misbehaving. It wasn't as if you purposely caused mischief or trouble, you just said what you thought and did what you liked - within reason. Sort of.
He chuckled, "I suppose you're right," he said, swinging your hands back and forth, "Dumbledore loves you, you know? Finds you quite peculiar."
"Yes, imagine a mudblood with talents like wandless magic?" You said quietly, albeit a bit bitterly.
Newt stopped swinging your hands and turned his whole body toward you, "please don't call yourself that, Y/N." he said, boring his eyes into your own.
You sighed and looked away from him, "I know, I know," you said a bit defeatedly, placing your hands on his chest as you looked to him again, "Sometimes I don't like being peculiar." You said as you drummed your fingers into his chest.
"You make a very good job of pretending as if you haven't a care in the world," Newt said, covering your hands with his own.
You let out a breathy laugh, "I usually don't," you said, wrapping your hands around his neck, "except you. I care about you. All the time, every day."
Newt rested his forehead against yours as his hands came to rest on either side of your waist, "you are so, so confident. So passionate. So unapologetically open," your heart hammered a beat faster at his words, "I think that's what's so. . . Invigorating about you. More so than the wandless magic. You're not peculiar- you're intriguing."
Tears tickled your throat but you wouldn't let them fall. He had that light in his eyes that shone as they constantly roamed your face, that quiet tone to his voice. You recognised it when he spoke of his beasts. Of the things he loved. You wondered how in the world you had stumbled upon a man so calming yet breath-taking, so charming yet so timid.

You pulled back and out of his arms but took his hand, bringing it up between you two, staring at your entwined fingers as you said, "he loves you too, you know. Dumbledore, I mean,"
Newt laughed and turned to face the lake, your hands dropping between your bodies again, "I think he might be the only one."
You tightened your hand around his, "he isn't." You whispered, so quietly you wondered if Newt had even heard. His answering squeeze was the only indication he had, "but he does take a liking to you. To both of us. What with your way with beasts and creatures, and my wandless talents."
Newt continued to stare at the fireflies, "I guess we make a perfect pair."

You laughed and let go of his hand to make your way toward the bank of the lake. You kneeled before the black, lapping water, Newt only a couple paces behind as you drew your pointer finger up into the air, a trail of clear water following the movement. You circled your finger, and the streak of water spiralled. You splayed your hand and the water burst and separated into tiny orbs. You flicked your wrist and the water flew up in a perfect sphere, like a bouncy-ball, before falling back into your open palm. When it hit your skin you froze it, turned to Newt, and presented him with the ice sphere.
"A remembrall!" You exclaimed, "should you forget how utterly amazing I am!" you grinned, tossing him the sphere.
He caught it, deftly, and sat cross legged beside you. "I could never." he said, grinning at you before tossing the cold sphere between his hands.
Your heart fluttered yet again, and you shivered, as if just now becoming aware of how cold it was outside- and how flimsy your nightgown was.
"Are you cold?" Newt piped, tossing the sphere into the water as concern grew on his face. He took out his wand and cast a warming spell upon you.
Your rolled your eyes. You could've done that yourself without a wand. You'd've much preferred him warming you.
You shuffled closer to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, his own coming to rest across your back. Realising what you wanted, he squeezed you closer to him and buried his head in your neck.
"Why were you out here alone?" He said, his voice vibrating along the groove of your neck.
Your hands, icy because of the chill, clutched at his wooly jumper, "I saw the fireflies, and my room was too hot and the cold air felt great and I wanted to think, but I wanted to feel and move. I was sad, but I didn't want to mope, so I came out here to be sad, so at least I was moving and- feeling. The water is calming." You rambled, speaking to the chilly air. With each word that left your mouth, Newt held you closer.
"Did you want to be alone?" He asked into your neck again.
Your head dropped to rest on his shoulder, "no, I- I just didn't want to wake you."
He lifted his head and ran a hand through your hair, "any hour of the day, if you need me, I will come." He said very seriously, his green eyes alight with love so true it robbed you of breath.
You stared, breathing softly, "I really do love you, Scamander." You said, just as true.
He smiled then, and cupped your face, his thumb resting on your chin, "and I, you." His eyes roamed your face in that peculiar way again, "why were you sad?"
You shook your head, leaning into his palm, "another night, my love." You said, your eyes staring into his in a silent plea.
He brought you to him again, his head atop yours, "another night."