Harry Potter Characters X Reader

17: Joli

TW: None. Rating: dirty jokes

I sat alone at a table, a cup of punch my only company. My eyes stayed on my folded hands as I ignored the music and hundreds of voices singing along. The song ended, and the lead vocalist said, "Here's a slow one for all of you guys and gals and other pals with your sweethearts."

I sighed and popped my knuckles. Someone sat next to me, and I felt their eyes slip over me. I looked over to see a guy from Hogwarts. He was one of the two twins who had taken bets. I also heard they tried to put their names in the goblet but ended up being thrown from the ring with white full beards.

"Hey," he greeted, turning toward me a bit.

"Hey," I echoed quietly, my eyes roaming away from him nervously.

"What are you doing sitting all alone?"

I shrugged.

"You should be dancing."

"Maybe. But perhaps I should be here."

"Perhaps you should be," he agreed. "After all, if you weren't, I wouldn't be talking to you."

My brows rose in slight surprise. "I guess you're right," I agreed.

"Are you seventeen?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I'm in seventh year even though I'm sixteen. Don't ask me why. Probably my parents dead-set on having a gifted child."

He looked over me carefully.

"My father was headmaster before Madam Maxime," I explained.

"So he made you go to school a year early?"

"It is my only guess. He never answered straightforwardly when I was ten. I gave up asking."

"At least it lines up to benefit you this year."

I shrugged. "Watching the first task was fun, but so is quidditch. I haven't had much fun of my own yet."

He looked stumped and looked over me. "Do you want to change that?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He rose and offered his hand. I took it, and he led me to the dance floor without another word. He led me silently, and I closed the space between us over time, eventually getting so close to him that I rested my head on his shoulder.

When the music started getting loud, causing a riot of sweaty, horny teens, he pulled me off the dance floor and then out of the Great Hall altogether.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, squeezing my hand.

"Ok then."

The fresh air washed over me like a cold wave on a hot day. He led me down a path towards the quidditch pitch. We forked off and ended up in a garden area.

It was a circle of trees with rocks and a small artificial stream sourced by a deer scare. In the middle of the stream was a small fountain. The ground beneath us was bricks. Four concrete tables were on either side of the stream. It was peaceful.

"A lot of people study here. I've hardly ever been."

"It's beautiful here."

"Beautiful things deserve beautiful places."

I stifled a giggle and looked up to him with a small smile. He pulled me closer and wrapped his other arm behind me. Before I could think of anything to say or do, his lips met mine. My hand moved to his cheeks. My left hand slipped to his neck.