Sleepless Nights🌙 Newt Scamander

Sleepless Nights: Part 6

The next few days passed quietly, the house unusually silent and tense. Queenie avoided you a lot, which made sense because the scene between you and Newt kept running vividly through your mind. You could still feel his lips pressed against you, fingers running along your skin, teeth scraping and tongue soothing.

You'd found him asleep on the couch the next morning, eyes slightly puffy from, you assumed, the late night and hangover. You'd hovered for a second before placing a blanket over him and leaving for the day. That was your schedule now, until he left for his book again; you woke up early, before everyone else and sometimes leaving breakfast for everyone, then leave for the day. You would busy yourself with different things, only coming back late at night.

Generally, everyone was asleep or preparing to go to bed when you would get home. However, tonight you'd come back earlier than planned and somehow got wrangled into having dinner with everyone.

It was extremely awkward, being forced to sit between Newt and Queenie, especially because you couldn't look at him without remembering in detail what happened. You couldn't be near him without remembering his touch.

The entire thing was tense; you and Newt weren't talking, you and Tina weren't talking, and Tina and Newt weren't.

"So, how was your day, Y/n," Queenie asked, offering a small smile. You fiddled with your food, immensely uncomfortable.

"It's, uh, it's been alright," you mumbled, repositioning the scarf around your neck and inadvertently flashing the bruises scattered on the skin. Granted, they were much less noticeable than Newt's, along with having less of them.

You glanced up awkwardly, catching the disdain filled look Tina sent towards Newt's and your throat. He had his Hufflepuff scarf thrown on carelessly, as if he was pretending to make an effort to hide the hickeys (a/n: ugh, don't really like that word). His were darker and trailing down beneath his collar, the scarf concealing a few.

You looked away again, looking towards Jacob and Queenie who had a deep frown on her face and tightened the scarf.

"Why even bother trying to hide them, Y/n," Tina scoffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing her wand. "Everyone knows. We could hear you the entire time."

There a was a sharp inhalation from both you and Newt as you looked up, a fierce blush burning your cheeks. Your jaw was slack as you fumbled for words, small incoherent sounds coming out.

"Porpentina Goldstein! You stop it right now. Don't you dare say another word," Queenie exclaimed, her voice curt and scolding, a shocked look plastered on her face.

"Excuse me." You jumped out of your seat, chair scraping along the floor before toppling over as you rushed out of the room to the one place you felt safe. You tripped and scrambled down the steps, mortified tears blurring your vision.

You magicked the case shut, locking it despite it belonging to Newt. You knew that you had no right to do that, but frankly you couldn't bring yourself to care. If he really wanted to get it, he could unlock it in minutes. You rushed past the creatures, startling a few, but otherwise you went unnoticed.

You got to the Phoenix enclosure and crumpled to the ground, lungs burning from lack of air. He came over slowly, nudging your body with his head and chirping until you placed a hand in his feathers.

"I just- I-I-I don't know w-why she dislik-es me s-s-so much. A-and. I just- h-h-hate this s-so much," you whimpered against the Phoenix, face buried in his feathers. "She got h-him. She-she w-won."

You slid your fingers through the gorgeous feathers, flinching slightly when you felt a gentle wetness slide down your body. Wherever it touched, the scratches and scrapes from getting down here so recklessly healed, closing and smoothing over.