Meet Me At the Quidditch Pitch | Reylo

3. The Three Broomsticks

It was a peaceful Saturday morning when Rey caught a slytherin student flying where he was not supposed to. Snacking on a leftover pastry from lunch on her way back to the fields, she heard that familiar whoosh of wind that could only be caused by a broom. Can't any of his bloody kids listen? The boy was zipping through the walkways at a small courtyard without a care in the world. He even had the audacity to fly right past her face, messing up her previously perfect bun.

"Oi! You on the broom!" frustrated, she marched over to the kid, face bright red as he lowered himself to the floor. "Come with me right now."
The student stayed by her side as she B-lined for Professor Ren's classroom, praying he wasn't in the middle of a class.
They approached the classroom and thankfully students filing out, clutching their books and sighing breaths of relief.

"Ah, Miss Palpatine, what do you have for me here?" Rey blushed, his low grumbling voice always sent a spark to her tummy. But nevermind that, she thought. It was the third time she'd had to meet with Professor Ren to discuss his unruly house.

"One of your students decided it funny to fly around unauthorized in the courtyards." she gestured toward the boy, who was trembling in his cloak. If a frown could frown, that might be an accurate description of what Kylo's plush pink lips did in that moment. She couldn't help but lock her eyes on them as he scolded the boy. They opened and closed firmly as his voice boomed out, but in that moment all Rey could think of was how soft they might feel in contrast to his hard persona.

"Get out of here, you've won yourself thirty points from Slytherin and a detention tomorrow night." The kid scurried out, tears brimming in his eyes. Rey was snapped back to earth when she saw Kylo turn to her in his chair.

"Blimey. You make more kids cry than I put in the air!" To her surprise, she caught him cracking the slightest of smiles. He paused for a moment, putting a long finger to his lip in thought.

"Would you care to get some butterbeer in Hogsmeade?" His dark eyes glanced at her as he awaited her answer. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she prayed he couldn't hear it. Is he asking me out?

"Um- Sure, Professor. I have no other plans and that sounds lovely." He nodded and placed his hands on his desk, pushing himself up out of his chair.

"Very well then." He swiftly walked his tall frame past her and through the doorway, Rey blushed as his musky scent filled her nose. He smelled of rich cologne and parchment.

"I'm starting to think you enjoy my trips here.." he didn't respond, just hid his smile from her as she trailed behind him.

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The Three Broomsticks was always busy with students this time of the week, and the hustle and bustle didn't help when Rey already felt so small in the booth she shared with Kylo. They faced each other as they sipped their butterbeer. Rey's eyes sparked as her lips touched the bubbly drink. A smirk started to tug at his lips and she blushed.

"You, uh, have some here..." her stomach nearly fell through the floor as he took a large, calloused thumb and wiped it across her lip, clearing it of the foamy substance. Kylo gulped and Rey couldn't move. They sat for a moment, eyes locked.

"OOOOOOO! Miss P and Professor Ren are on a daaaate!!" It was as if a flip had switched. Kylo whipped his head around to a group of third years.

"Oh shut it and get back to your nonsense!" Rey couldn't help but let out a giggle. Every moment she spends with him reveals more and more of the man behind the mask.

After they finished their drinks, they walked side by side back to the grounds. Rey kept her eyes to the ground, feeling his on her.  Autumn leaves crunched under his large black boots.

"Your students drive me completely mad." Rey broke the silence. He let out a small chuckle.

"They drive me up the wall, those little twats. You're lucky you don't have to deal with them all day." now it was Rey's turn to laugh.

"I'd never be able to handle that much trouble!"
Once they arrived, he turned to face her.

"You're stronger than you think you are, miss Palpatine." His eyes flickered down her body. "I admire your grit." Before she could respond, he wished her a good day and walked off to his tower, his raven hair wisping in the fall wind.
She stood there, stunned. Today seemed like a blur. His large, angled face was stuck in her mind. And that thumb... just thinking of the way it gently glided along her lip sends spidery shivers down her spine. She could only imagine how it would feel on more sensitive parts of her skin.