#our creations

scorpiusmlafoy:

pairing: oliver wood & marcus flint
wordcount:2,143
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“I told you to take my coat before we even left the castle.”

“I don’t want your coat.”

“But you clearly need my coat.”

“No I do not,” Marcus argued, ignoring the icy shiver that filtered from his head to his toes. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

“ForMerlin’s sake, Marcus,” suddenly the warmth of Oliver’s hand wrapped around Marcus’ own, cool fingers had gone. The gentle splash of their footsteps in the shallow puddles that had settled along the path from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade stopped as Oliver halted, only the pattering of raindrops to fill the slightly tense silence that had fallen between them. “Take my coat.”

Oliver’s arms withdrew from the sleeves of his too-big, too-warm coat, neck immediately flushing from the cool air that filtered over his bare skin. Marcus stood still, feet glued to the floor as Oliver smoothed his coat over Marcus’ shoulders. Marcus’ eyes were narrowed slightly, but the small smile spreading over his lips washed any sense of faux agitation from his face. He would never admit how cold he actually was – or, more importantly, admit that Oliver was right when he had muttered “you’re going to freeze with no coat, Marcus” before they descended the steps from the castle – but there was no denying how grateful he was to have something covering his sodden arms.

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scorpiusmlafoy:

pairing: scorpius malfoy & albus severus potter
wordcount: 3,687
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Whenever Scorpius had visited The Burrow he always noticed how every single nook and cranny simply radiatedwith joy. The creaks that erupted from the staircases as one ascended up the many floors of the home had a positively happy ring to them, the gnomes that inhabited the untamed garden all had smiles on their mischievous faces and even the chipped cutlery seemed to glitter with cleanliness. It felt awfully homely; the way that the chairs curved down from the weight of many people past and present perching on its unsteady legs felt like a comforting support from any problems that Scorpius may have been feeling. Even now, submerged in a hammock strung up between two fine oak trees with a book on his lap, listening to the younger Potters and Weasley’s galloping through the grass, Scorpius felt like he was at home.

He was spending the Easter holiday with Albus and his family as, for the first time, his dad was vacationing with his Grandma and Grandpa Greengrass in the ruins of Rome. Scorpius felt a miniscule wash of spite fill his stomach as his dad expressed his wishes for Scorpius to remain at home, but that feeling was soon gone after Albus extended his invitation to spend the holiday at the Burrow. Scorpius deeply enjoyed any time spent with the Potter family, much more so if the Weasley’s were involved in any way. He recalled the first time he’d met the elder Weasley’s, Molly and Arthur in particular; it was Christmas a year ago and, underneath the gentle glow of string lights hanging between archways and lampshades, he and Albus were gift-giving. Molly had ushered in a tray of freshly baked mince pie, dotting a kiss to the scruffy head of Albus, then to Scorpius, before scuttling out to prepare some hot chocolate. Arthur dozed in the corner on an emerald coloured armchair, uttering words of nonsense between gruff snores that slipped through his open lips. They’d immediately greeted Scorpius as though he were a family member: he’d loved them ever since.

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