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You blew softly at the cauldron in front of you as the liquid simmered into a clear teal color. With a sigh, you straighten up your posture, pleased with the result of the potion. Grabbing a ladle off to the side, you poured the substance into small vials, when a sudden knock sounded through the room. Without looking up, you grabbed your wand and made a small flicking motion, opening the door to let your regular visitor in. Newt has visited the hospital wing in more than one occasion, at least once a day, if not due to bruises and cut he got from tending beast, then it was from the bullying of his classmates. Eventually, the constant visits got you well acquainted with the adorakable Hufflepuff.
What you didn’t expect was the sight of him when you glanced up. A soft gasped left your lips as your eyes quickly glanced over him. Capping off the vial you were holding quickly, you placed it down and rushed over to the honey brown haired fifth-year student. Guiding him towards the closest cot in the hospital wing.
Newt smiled weakly up at you with his tear brimmed eye, the pain was getting increasingly hard to ignore, demanding for attention as the shock has worn off. Cradling his bloodied right arm in his left, he sat down on the cot as he watched you moved towards the medical cabinet, grabbing bottles, vials, and rags, placing them on to an enchanted trolley, that trailed behind you as you were muttering to yourself. He couldn’t help the small chuckled that bubbled to his lips as he watched you work.
You were a year below him but already recognized for your innate talents and skills in healing magic. Your goals of being the best mediwizard has put you in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, where you were able to hone and develop your talents under Madam Evanora’s supervision. Of course, you were there to also assist her, especially during Quidditch games, where the wing would be full of students groaning in pain from the usual broken nose, arms, and legs to other more serious injuries like a concussion. Those were also the very same skills that he has come to depend on quite a bit considering the shenanigans he gets into.
Hearing the small chuckle, you threw a stern look at the older student, as you quickly strolled over with scissors in hands. Gently tugging on his arm you place a rag on top of the arm putting pressure on it as you went to work on his sleeve, cutting up a long strip up his arm to reveal an equally bloodied arm. Another gasp left your lips as you lift the rag to observe the damage. Cursing under your breath, as you remembered the Madam Evanora was not here due to a staff meeting.
Grabbing your wand you muttered “Tergeo” moving your wand over his arm as it siphoned the grime and blood off of him as you kept the pressure on his arm to stop the bleeding, your eyes narrowed on the two deep, long gashes on his arms. You grumbled as you pour some disinfectant into a rag, cleaning the wound up as much as possible as some blood continue to trickle out. “How?”
That one word was laced with so much worry that Newt found it hard to lie to his underclassman. “Hippogriff.” In the same fashion, he answered you with one word as well, hoping not to give too much away. Your brows knitted in focus, as Newt grimaced, the stinging pain adding to the throbbing. You looked up apologetically, your (e/c) eyes meeting with his red-rimmed seafoam green ones.
“Sorry,” you said quietly. As you turned your attention back to his arm, blowing on it gently to cool it. A shiver went up Newt’s arm, as his heart thrummed a little quicker, as his eyes followed your movement. The bleeding did not seem to slow down by much, with a small frown you picked up your wand again and in a song like incantation you whispered “Vulnera Sanentur” over and over again as you traced the deep gashes.
Newt watched his arms in awe as his muscle and skin stitch itself back together. He blinked, once, twice and all of a sudden a faint white scar was there in place of the gashes that was there just a couple of seconds ago. He stretched his arm out to test his movement, his arm still throbbing at the movement but it wasn't painful anymore. His wide eyes looked up meeting with your own (e/c), “h-how…?” he said in a low voice echoing the question you had asked him earlier. You gave him a timid smile, before pointing to his arm again “Tergeo”, repeating the same movement as you cleared up the blood that was still on his arm after the initial clean up. Lifting his arm, you turned it left and right, inspecting it to make sure that everything was in place and that there were no other injuries. Grinning at her handiwork, you pushed his arm back to him, “not bad for an underclassman.” You teased, as you began to clean up the bloody rags and the vials, placing them in their original place and trashing the rest.
Clearing his throat, Newt manages to cough up a thank you as he watches you once again busying yourself. “I’ve never doubted you.” He said in a low voice, so low that you hardly caught the words. A light blush blossoming onto your face under his unyielding gaze and the confidence he had in you, your heart pounded a bit quicker as usual when he was around you. After you’ve cleaned and documented the ordeal, you went to sit on the cot next to his.
“Now, would you care to explain why a hippogriff decided to take a chunk off your arm?” you said cocking an eyebrow up at him as you waited for him to answer.
Newt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, you were the last person he would want to lie to, and it seems like he can’t just give you a one-word answer this time. But the reason why he was sitting there currently was rather embarrassing and he really didn’t want to make a fool out of himself more than he already did. “I thought I knew the hippogriffs well.” He said avoiding your gaze.
The truth was he was trying to impress a Slytherin girl, Leta Lestrange. She caught him feeding the hippogriff in the forbidden forest and promised him that she would say a word if he showed her how to handle them. Newt was more than happy to share his knowledge on the majestic beast, he agreed quickly. For once a girl took notice of him and didn’t mean him any harm and he was elated to make a new friend that didn’t mind his awkwardness or didn’t call him out for his love of beasts. Everything was going great, until she decides to touch to the large beast, disregarding his warning.
Your eyes narrowed at the fluffy hair student, watching his eye glaze over as he searches his memory. With a small shake of your head, the concerned looked was replaced with a comforting smile, not wanting to force your way in. Standing up you walked over and gave him a small hug. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and resting your cheek on top of his head. “It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me. Just take care of yourself, and if you get injured again you know where to find me,” you said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair in a soothing manner.
He nodded against your chest, unconsciously snuggling deeper into you as your mellow scent filled his nose, a mixture of vanilla, rain and something he can’t seem to put his finger on. A pleasurable shiver ran through him again as your fingers gently massage his scalp, coaxing him to relax. It was comforting, to say the least, the day finally catching up to him, his stamina spent and his eyes became harder and harder to keep open, the exhaustion from the day’s event.
A small giggled escaped you as you felt Newt breathing slow, and his body slowly loosening as sleep took over him. Shifting his weight on to your left arm, you gently placed his head on the fluffy pillow. Sliding your arm out from underneath him, before reaching for his legs and bring the other half of his body on to the bed as well. Taking his shoes off, you placed them at the end of his bed. Tucking him in, you pulled the comforter over his body, gently you swiped his honey brown colored hair out of his face. Giving yourself just a second to admire his peaceful sleeping face, your heart skipping a beat as he began to quietly snore.
Looking at the ticking clock, you clicked your tongue as you went around to your desk and scribbled a quick note to Newt’s professor for his next class. Explaining that he won’t be able to make it, but you’ll go pick up his homework later. Enchanting the parchment, the note folded itself into a small sparrow and sped away to the said professor. Satisfied with your work, you check the clock once more, deciding to wake him up when it was dinner time. Which gave you a couple of hours for you to finish off with your duties and some homework before your day ends.
That being said you found it increasingly difficult to focus on your work for more than a couple of minutes at a time. Your gaze unconsciously drifted back to the sleeping form of the cute Hufflepuff that was sleeping peacefully. And every time you caught yourself, your heart would stutter and a light pink blush would dust your face.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyed at yourself as you tried to calm your heart down. But you already knew it was too late, you are most definitely crushing hard on your upperclassmen. At first, you were hoping that it was just a passing crush, someone you thought looked cute but eventually would get over it in a couple of days. But that was far from the case, every time he dropped by you fell for him a little more, listening to his stories of the beasts he encounters in the forbidden forest. At first it was just out of politeness, nodding along to the story and let him talk, but as he continued with his stories you found yourself hanging on every word. Even going so far as to gifting him a leatherbound book for Christmas last year so he can record all his findings and share them with you when he inevitably comes for a visit. Before you knew it, you began to join his adventures when you didn’t have class or infirmary duty.
It seemed like, like Newt, you also had an affinity with magical creatures. It came to the point that you were just as comfortable in the Forbidden Forest as you were in the infirmary. Greeting the magical beasts with ease as you took long walks with Newt by your side, pointing out fun facts and interesting trivia. Those happy days, flitting through your mind as you watched the object of your affection sleep peacefully.
A sharp knock ripped you from your trip down memory lane, as your eyes focused on the door. Getting up, you waltz over to the door and opened it. Revealing a rather stunning girl, her robe embroidered with the green and silver emblem. “What can I help you with?” you said with a polite smile. She was slightly taller than you, forcing you to look up to meet her eyes.
“Is Newt here? I’m here to retrieve him” she said cooly with a small smirk.
Your brows crinkled, already you aren’t too fond of this girl, ‘retrieve’ she said. That made Newt sound like some pet or property that she’s just here to pick up. Straightening up your posture, “he is, he’ll be down in the dining in a bit if you want to meet him there.” You said with the same polite voice, although your smile was now strained.
“I would like to see him now if you don’t mind.” she sneered daring you to challenge her.
You blinked, this was your territory and no way in hell were you going to be pushed around by some girl that seems to think the world revolved around her. Before you can unleash your fury on the Slytherin, Madam Evanora came strolling down looking at the two of us.
“Miss Lestrange, did you need something from the infirmary?” She said in her business like no-nonsense tone. As she comes to stand beside you, a frown adorning her usually sweet face. Before she could say anything, you interjected, “She wanted me to wake up a recovering student.” mirroring the tone of voice Madam Evanora was using. She tsked and turning her attention back to the student called Lestrange. “ Well you heard Miss (L/n), you can find them when they are awake.” the statement echoes a finality.
She scoffed under her breath and turned briskly, walking away, her robe fluttering behind her as she headed down the hall. Madam Evanora made one last tsking noise before entering the hospital wing. Checking on the students that were in each cot, she notices Newt and gave a soft sigh. “He’s in here again, is he?” You just nodded silently, as you assisted her in her check-ups. A kind smile on her lips, as she checked him over, reading your notes simultaneously. “Anymore visits, and we may need to set a cot for him permanently.” she murmured quietly as she gently lifted his arm to inspect it. Placing his arm back to his side, she nodded in approval scribbling some side note, “you’ve outdone yourself this time, (Y,n). It seems like the spell you’ve created produce an outstanding result. Little scaring and it seems like the wound was cleaned out properly.” she beamed at you like a proud mother.
You smiled up shyly at her, your face flushed, happy with her approval. Just as Newt shifted in his bed, his arm coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “Good evening, Mr. Scamander. I take it that (Y/n) has treated you properly,” she stated with a knowing smile. Newt quickly sat up and nodded vigorously, as he searched for his shoes.
Chuckling, you passed him his shoes over from the end of his bed which he took gratefully. “Well you are free to go Mr. Scamander, dinner is about to be served so please make your way down after cleaning up.” She said, gesturing to cut up the sleeve. Again he nodded, keeping his eyes down as he slipped his shoes on. Mumbling a quick thank you, he raced out the door as you watched, an adoring smile on your face, which soon turned into a frown when you notice the girl you’ve come to know as Lestrange quickly caught up to him. Link his arms with her as they both hurried down the hall. A sharp pang stabbed at your heart, turning to walk back into the infirmary, a sinking feeling began to eat at you.