she/her, hufflepuff, villain apologist. "I can't stand loki" okay?? then kneel. oh, to sit in a field of flowers and have a picnic with my slytherin gf ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Slytherin doesn’t see Hufflepuff as often as he used to before she started dating Nicholas a month ago
He finally comes across her at the library–alone, this time
Hufflepuff looks surprised when he appears at her table, but her expression is pleasant as she greets him
“We should hang out sometime,” he says. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since…well, just in a long time.”
“How about now? I just finished all my work.”
Slytherin’s face lights up and he begins to respond when Nicholas appears beside her
Slytherin looks away as Nicholas and Hufflepuff kiss, and he gives a curt nod when Nicholas says that he needs to pull her away for a moment to talk
They walk out of the library and stand near the entrance where Nicholas expresses his jealousy, to which Hufflepuff reassures him that Slytherin is just a friend
“It doesn’t seem like it,” Nicholas says. “I see the way he looks at you.”
She frowns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As they argue, Slytherin steps out to see what’s going on and overhears Nicholas
“So you’ve never seen Slytherin as anything more than a friend?”
Her back facing Slytherin, Hufflepuff lies
“No.”
At this, Nicholas finally seems to relax and pulls her in for a heated kiss
Slytherin can’t seem to move from his spot, a searing lump burning his throat as he watches
He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there until Nicholas pulls away and spots him
With a smirk, Nicholas asks if he’s been spying on them. The glint in his eyes tells Slytherin that he probably knew he had been standing there all this time
“I was just about to leave,” he responds, keeping his voice even. His lungs feel like the air had been sucked out from him
“Maybe some other time for our hangout, then?” Nicholas’s eyes flicker over to Hufflepuff at this, his brows furrowing just the slightest bit
Slytherin’s lips stretch into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. They are lit with an emotion Hufflepuff can’t quite pinpoint, but it makes her stomach churn
She watches him leave, unaware of Nicholas as he studies her face
A/N: It's about to get realllll angsty yall...
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Slytherin x Hufflepuff Slowburn: Chapter 1 — Scintilla
Scintilla (n.) - a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.
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THE BEGINNING…
They meet when Hufflepuff needs tutoring in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Slytherin happens to be great at it
Slytherin is annoyed at first because he thinks that the hufflepuff that he is assigned to is going to be a slow learner
However, once they start training, Slytherin realizes that yes, Hufflepuff is quite bad at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but she’s very resilient and doesn’t give up easily
She starts to improve and Slytherin is secretly proud
Hufflepuff has a special secluded spot near the lake that she likes to go to when she want to relax (it’s very sunny, grassy, and there’s a tree that she can lean against)
One day, she comes to her special spot only to find Slytherin peacefully napping with his back against the tree
Hufflepuff walks closer and Slytherin opens his eyes because he felt a shadow over him that was blocking the sun
He is startled to see someone gazing down on them and whips out his wand, only to lower it when he realizes that it’s Hufflepuff
“Hi!” “Bloody hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” “What are you doing here?” “Well, I was napping before you interrupted me.” “I’m sorry, it’s just that no one ever comes here except me.” “Guess I’m the first.”
Hufflepuff is a bit annoyed at first because this is her special place to be alone but it’s all fine because she doesn’t mind sharing
Slytherin, who closed his eyes again, opens one to find that Hufflepuff is sitting next to him and doing Charms homework
He sighs but doesn’t complain, because truth be told, he likes Hufflepuff’s company
Hufflepuff starts to see Slytherin more frequently because Slytherin has taken a liking to her special spot and comes often to read or think
Whenever Hufflepuff sees Slytherin, she makes small talk and at the beginning, Sly gives bland responses and generally ignores whatever she’s doing, but over time, Slytherin start to feel more comfortable around her and asks questions
“What’s that in your hand?” “A Rubix cube.” “Sounds very muggle-like.”
Hufflepuff laughs as Slytherin examines the object with great curiosity and bewilderment
They move their training sessions from the courtyard to their special spot
When Hufflepuff disarms Slytherin successfully and catches his wand for the first time, Puff lets out a whoop and Sly can’t help but smile because wow, happiness looks good on Hufflepuff
One day, Slytherin is quietly reading a book when he hears soft snores coming from Hufflepuff, her unfinished painting left forgotten on her lap
It’s a bit windy and Puff is only wearing a light crew neck sweatshirt and Hufflepuff shorts (which Slytherin rolls his eyes at), so Sly takes off his own jacket and drapes it over Hufflepuff
The glow from the pinkish-red sunset is reflected on Hufflepuff’s face, and Slytherin can’t help but stare
Was she always this cute?
Before he knows it, he’s falling asleep to the sound of Hufflepuff’s light snores
Slytherin wakes up to Hufflepuff shaking him and saying his name; it’s dark out and the crickets are chirping
“Merlin’s beard, we are in so much trouble.”
Hufflepuff nods grimly as she helps Slytherin up
They try to sneak back into Hogwarts, but Professor Sprout catches them in the entrance hall
“Professor Slughorn and I have been looking everywhere for you two! Please explain yourselves this instant!”
“We were just hanging out near the Black Lake and lost track of time”
Professor Sprout frowns and glances from Hufflepuff to Slytherin
“Doing what, exactly?”
“We were sleeping together.”
Professor Sprout raises her eyebrows and Hufflepuff blushes when she realizes how that sounded
Slytherin quickly blurts out, “Not like that! I mean, we were, but not in that way. We’re just friends!”
“That wasn’t the only thing we were doing. I was painting while Slytherin was reading a book.”
Sly holds up his book for affirmation but Hufflepuff looks at her empty hands with horror, realizing that she left her painting behind
Professor Sprout looks at Hufflepuff pointedly
“I’ll be taking twenty points from the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses.”
Slytherin involuntarily lets out a groan. Great. His house had been in the lead for the most points, but now, they would fall behind. All the other slytherins were going to kill him.
“Mind you, you’re lucky Professor Slughorn wasn’t the one who caught you first. He would have given you a harsher punishment.”
Hufflepuff and Slytherin nod solemnly and they are finally dismissed
As they walk up the stairs, Hufflepuff glances at Slytherin and nudges him playfully
“Friends, huh?” she said with a goofy grin
Slytherin rolls his eyes but manages a small smile
Before parting ways to their respective common rooms, Hufflepuff turns to Slytherin and looks at him intently
“I’m sorry for getting us into this.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“But I was the one who fell asleep first.”
“Hey, don’t take all the credit. I should’ve stayed awake and woken you up when it was time to go.”
“Ok, you got me there. But your Slytherin housemates are gonna be really mad at you for losing house points, aren’t they?”
Slytherin shrugs. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Hufflepuff smiles
“Goodnight.”
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Before Hufflepuff drifts off to sleep, she thinks about what Slytherin had said
“We’re just friends.”
Hufflepuff was pleasantly surprised by that. She already considered Slytherin to be one of her friends, but Puff didn’t think the feeling was mutual
Hufflepuff smiles and sighs contently
Friends
-
As Slytherin got ready for bed, he found himself looking forward to his future training sessions with Hufflepuff
The last thing he thought about before falling asleep was Hufflepuff, whose face was glowing with warmth and lit up by brilliant colors of red and orange
*Read Chapter 2 here*
*Read Chapter 3 here*
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Slytherin doesn’t see Hufflepuff as often as he used to before she started dating Nicholas a month ago
He finally comes across her at the library–alone, this time
Hufflepuff looks surprised when he appears at her table, but her expression is pleasant as she greets him
“We should hang out sometime,” he says. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since…well, just in a long time.”
“How about now? I just finished all my work.”
Slytherin’s face lights up and he begins to respond when Nicholas appears beside her
Slytherin looks away as Nicholas and Hufflepuff kiss, and he gives a curt nod when Nicholas says that he needs to pull her away for a moment to talk
They walk out of the library and stand near the entrance where Nicholas expresses his jealousy, to which Hufflepuff reassures him that Slytherin is just a friend
“It doesn’t seem like it,” Nicholas says. “I see the way he looks at you.”
She frowns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As they argue, Slytherin steps out to see what’s going on and overhears Nicholas
“So you’ve never seen Slytherin as anything more than a friend?”
Her back facing Slytherin, Hufflepuff lies
“No.”
At this, Nicholas finally seems to relax and pulls her in for a heated kiss
Slytherin can’t seem to move from his spot, a searing lump burning his throat as he watches
He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there until Nicholas pulls away and spots him
With a smirk, Nicholas asks if he’s been spying on them. The glint in his eyes tells Slytherin that he probably knew he had been standing there all this time
“I was just about to leave,” he responds, keeping his voice even. His lungs feel like the air had been sucked out from him
“Maybe some other time for our hangout, then?” Nicholas’s eyes flicker over to Hufflepuff at this, his brows furrowing just the slightest bit
Slytherin’s lips stretch into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. They are lit with an emotion Hufflepuff can’t quite pinpoint, but it makes her stomach churn
She watches him leave, unaware of Nicholas as he studies her face
A/N: It's about to get realllll angsty yall...
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This is part 2 of my mini-series Betrayal.
Read Part 1: Cheater
Summary: Slytherin is willing to do anything to get Hufflepuff back...anything.
After the breakup, life wasn’t the same for Slytherin. Hufflepuff had been his sunshine. Without her, a cloud of gray drifted over him wherever he went, her absence a reminder of what he had done.
They hardly talked anymore after the breakup. When they crossed paths in the corridors, Hufflepuff didn’t glance in his direction, but he could tell she was just as heartbroken as he was.
Regret and guilt consumed him. Barely focused on his Transfiguration notes, he pushed the assignment aside and leaned back on the headboard of his bed, reminiscing about all the good times they had. He thought about the warmth of her cheek that pressed against his chest while they cuddled, her gentle touch as she absentmindedly traced the scar on his chin, her cheeky laugh in his ear as they danced beneath the stars.
Slytherin needed to get her back. He just didn’t know how.
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Hufflepuff wasn’t doing too good either. She wanted answers, trying to make sense of why Slytherin did what he did—and more importantly, why he had kept it from her in the first place. She came to the conclusion that even if she had all the answers in the world, it wouldn’t change what happened.
She ended the relationship soon after the confrontation. There were pictures of them making silly faces that decorated her nightstand. His sweatshirts were draped over the edge of her trunk. Unable to look at anything that reminded her of him, she discarded the painful memories of their love. Her room felt empty afterwards, as if an important puzzle piece was missing.
Falling in love with Slytherin was like entering a house and realizing she was finally home. He comforted her when she lost her parents a few years ago. With him gone, it felt like she was losing everyone all over again.
Holed up in her dormitory, Hufflepuff felt worse than usual; today was supposed to be their one-year anniversary.
Someone covered her eyes. “Guess who?”
Even though she couldn’t see the person, she immediately knew who it was.
Hufflepuff gently pried the hands away and turned to face Slytherin. Her heart swelling at the sight of him, she stood up and greeted him with a hug. “What are these for,” she asked, noting the yellow blossoms in his hand.
“For our anniversary, sunshine. Did you think I’d forget it was my turn?”
They took turns planning their anniversary. Last month, Hufflepuff had snuck into the kitchens in the middle of the night to bake a cake for him. She got in trouble when the house-elves found her asleep on the counter the next morning. It was all worth it in the end when she finally presented the dessert to him after detention. A wide grin spread on his face as he tried not to laugh at the fact that she spent more time with Filch instead of him on their special day.
She sheepishly looked away. “During breakfast, you didn’t say a word about our anniversary.”
“That was all a ruse,” he explained, intertwining his fingers through hers. “I wanted you to think I didn’t remember so that you’d be surprised when I show you the elaborate date I’ve planned.”
She leaned into his outstretched arms, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”
Slytherin stroked her hair.
“It’s ok, I don’t blame you. My acting skills were really on-point this morning.”
Hufflepuff suppressed a laugh. The smile tugging at Slytherin’s lips broke into a playful grin, and he offered his hand. “Shall we? I’d rather not spend our anniversary in the library.”
“Anywhere with you is perfect,” she beamed.
Slytherin clicked his tongue.
“That’s sweet and all, but let’s seriously get out of here. I hate libraries.”
Exhaling a laugh, she took his hand and allowed him to lead the way. He brought her to the place where they first met: a secluded area that overlooked the Black Lake.
Hufflepuff, who was blindfolded, clutched his arm tightly as they walked. He untied the cloth.
The picnic had taken half of the day to prepare, but it was all worth it when he saw Hufflepuff’s face. Her cautious grin had exploded into a radiant smile, and before Slytherin could say anything else, she jumped into his embrace.
“I love you so so so much,” Hufflepuff said, accenting each word with a kiss to his lips. “These were the best ten months of my life.”
Slytherin smiled warmly.
“It’s not over yet, sunshine. There will be many more months to come.”
He leaned down to kiss her once more.
Hufflepuff’s vision blurred, and she wiped her cheeks. If only she could forget everything that happened. If only she could forget him.
~
Hufflepuff was walking across the courtyard when someone called out to her. She turned to see Gryffindor. He gestured for her to sit on the cobblestone steps beside him.
Dropping her bag on the floor, Hufflepuff sat down with a small smile. It’d be nice to sit in some company other than her pet owl. Her mind all over the place, she only paid half attention to their small talk. It wasn’t until Gryffindor put his hand on her shoulder that she met his eyes.
“How are you feeling about…” He trailed off.
“It’s just not the same,” she shook her head. “I’m trying to get by, but I feel like it’ll be forever before I’m okay again.”
Gryffindor nodded, his brows furrowed. Hufflepuff watched him rummage for something in his bag. He pulled out a book with a blank cover.
“Can I read an excerpt that I think you’d like?”
With her nod, he began.
“Healing will grow you. Healing will iron out the creases of your ache. Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart. Healing will melt you back into softness. Healing will let the hurt bathe you. Healing will make you stronger.”
He looked up from the pages. “And the first step of healing is to let go of the past.”
The past. It jolted her whenever she thought back to that moment.
“Hufflepuff!”
She smiled when she realized it was Gryffindor.
“Hey Gryff!” He was out of breath and staring at her as if her pet owl died. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to tell you something,” he murmured, grabbing her arm. He brought her to a quiet corridor and, with an anxious inhale, told her what happened in the library. His frown deepened when she laughed.
“You must have mistaken him for someone else,” she said. “Slytherin would never do that.”
Even when Gryffindor swore on his grandpa’s grave that he was telling the truth, Hufflepuff didn’t believe him. He let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his temple. He straightened.
“Come with me.”
She followed after him easily. After all, there wouldn’t be any proof to show since Slytherin didn’t do anything.
“Where are we going?” They had been walking through a dark corridor and she was getting antsy.
Gryffindor stopped in front of a door with a strange engraved symbol. He pulled out his wand.
“Alohamora!”
The door clicked open and he beckoned Hufflepuff to go inside. She stepped in, and her eyes widened.
“Gryffindor,” she exclaimed. “We’re not supposed to be in Slughorn’s office—”
“This’ll be quick.” He started to scour through the clutter of items on the table.
As Hufflepuff waited, something caught her eye in the corner and she approached it.
It was a shallow basin made with stone. Precious stones and strange symbols decorated the sides. It was filled with a silver substance, wisps of smoke slithering into the air.
“You found it.”
Hufflepuff jumped as Gryffindor moved to her side. She gulped and looked back in the pot.
“Is that?– ...”
“The Pensieve,” he answered softly.
Her stomach twisted. She heard about it in class once, and her professor’s words echoed in her head. “The Pensieve is a magical object used to review memories.”
Hufflepuff closed her eyes and took deep breaths. There was no way Slytherin cheated. No, not her Slytherin.
When she opened them, he had already drawn a glowing strand from his temple and was dropping the memory into the basin. She stared as the shimmering particles stirred.
Gryffindor stood with her, the heaviness of the situation weighing on him. Having known both Slytherin and Hufflepuff for so long, he himself felt complete shock at what his friend had done. He couldn’t imagine how this would affect Hufflepuff. Even though he felt like a terrible friend for bringing her here, he would be an even worse one if he hid this.
“We can leave if you want,” Gryffindor said. “We can forget this ever happened.”
She met his gaze, her eyebrows drawn together.
“But you’re gonna spend the rest of your life wishing you knew the truth.”
Hufflepuff knew he was right. She wished he was wrong. With a shaky inhale, she entered the Pensieve.
Her chest was wrought with pain as she remembered what it was like to see Slytherin with Ravenclaw. The image of their locked lips squirmed its way in again, and she angrily expelled it from her mind.
Slytherin was her whole world at a point. But she was starting to realize that she didn’t need him. He could run to Ravenclaw for the rest of his half-finished handjob for all she cared.
“You’re right,” she said. “I need to let go.”
Gryffindor squeezed her hand. “I’m always here for you if you need anything.”
She smiled back and nodded. Slytherin wasn’t in her life anymore, but she still had a strong support system, and that was never gonna change.
~
Gryffindor gathered his notes into a pile and stuffed them into his bag, silently scolding himself for not studying for his Potions exam earlier. He was gonna have to stay up tonight to prepare.
He started for the exit and froze. Shit.
Slytherin stood by the door, his arms crossed.
“Surprised to see me?”
“Not really. I figured I’d run into you at some point.”
“At some point,” Slytherin repeated. “You mean after you betrayed me?”
He eyed the wand in his former friend’s hand. “What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Dude, I don’t know what—”
“You fucking told her,” Slytherin exploded, his eyes blazing.
“You’re the one who cheated,” Gryffindor scoffed. “You’re a bigger idiot than I took you for if you thought I was gonna stay quiet. She doesn’t deserve that.”
His lips curled into a wry smile. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“What in the blazes are you going on about?”
“I saw you two in the courtyard today,” he hissed. “You were holding hands. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you’re trying to steal her away from me–”
“Hufflepuff isn’t an object,” Gryffindor glared. “She is her own person, she belongs to no one.”
Slytherin lets out a dry laugh. “Merlin’s beard…how could I not see it before? You have feelings for her…in fact, you probably planned all of this from the beginning! How convenient that you were in the library at that exact time–”
“Christ, Slytherin, give it a rest! You’re coming up with all these conspiracy theories to make up for the fact that Hufflepuff is never going to forgive you.”
The words hung in the air, and Slytherin fell silent. The thought of living in a world in which Hufflepuff wasn’t with him was too much to bear. He tightened his hold around the wand and shook his head.
“You’re wrong.”
He turned and set off into the dark corridors. He was going to make things right.
~
Hufflepuff dangled her legs over the ledge of the observatory. The stars winked at her as she gazed into the distance, thinking about what Gryffindor had said.
Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart.
She knew she would be okay at some point, and a day would drift by in which thoughts of Slytherin would not plague her. But she was impatient. She just wanted to forget him. She wanted to stop hurting.
“I thought you’d be here.”
Hufflepuff gasped and spun around. Her face dropped.
“Leave.”
Slytherin stepped in front of her, his arms raised.
“Wait, please, I need to talk to you–”
“You don’t get to say anything to me,” she said coldly.
“But I love you,” he cried, clasping their hands together. “And you love me.”
Her eyes glistened as she stared at him ruefully.
“And look where that love has brought us.”
“Please,” he whispered. “Just give me another chance.”
“I trusted you, and you hurt me.”
“You can still trust me–”
“Then tell me this,” Hufflepuff yanked her hands away. “When were you going to tell me what happened?”
When he didn’t respond, she huffed wryly. “Or should I say if you were even gonna tell me.”
Her shoulder shoved against his as she started for the door.
“Remember how I was by your side after your parents died?” His words glued her to the floor. “Who will you go to if you leave me?”
Slytherin turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. His head jerked to the side as a resounding slap rings across the room.
“How dare you mention them,” she hissed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I would rather be alone than be with you.”
“You can’t mean that,” his voice was low, wrought with heartbreak. “Please, Hufflepuff, I love you.”
Hufflepuff gazed at him through a curtain of tears. Red tinged his skin, and she squashed the instinct to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his cheek.
“I loved you.”
Anguish gripped him as she turned away. A gut feeling clawed into his stomach, and it told him this would be the last time she would ever willingly talk to him.
Slytherin couldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t.
Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth.
~
The whole walk back to his dormitory, Slytherin kept his head down. The day went by in a blur; he had no idea how he got through Potions, but his distraction didn’t go by unnoticed. By the end of the class, he lost his house 20 points for not paying attention. But he didn’t care.
Had he made a mistake last night?
A pair of worn shoes stood in front of his path. His thoughts flitted away when he saw who it was.
“Get lost, Evras.”
Gryffindor grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a nearby classroom. “I know what you did,” he snarled, slamming the door shut.
Slytherin shoved his hand away. “Get your hands off me unless you want to go swimming with the selkies tonight.”
“I thought you were a piece of shit before, but I never thought you’d do something like this…”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve done nothing wrong. Besides,” Slytherin smirked, “it’s not like you have any evidence.”
Gryffindor glared at him steely. “I’ll find a way to prove it. I’m gonna bring her back to…to normal.”
“Hufflepuff is fine,” he hummed, though his voice wavered. “Everything’s perfect, the way they should be.”
As he sauntered to the door, Gryffindor called after him. “You think you can get away with this?”
“I already have. I just need to take care of one more thing.”
“Which is?”
Slytherin turned around and raised his wand at him.
“You.”
~
Slytherin hovered over Hufflepuff’s sleeping figure, brushing a stray hair away from her face. The dark circles under her eyes were already disappearing. He smiled. She always slept best with him by her side.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion that night. The obliviation spell hit Hufflepuff, and her body tilted forward. He rushed forward and caught her before she hit the floor. Shame weighed heavily on him afterward, and he tossed and turned in his bed until dawn peeked through the windows.
But when she woke up yesterday from the spell and her eyes filled with love, all his pain faded away. It was almost as if the incident never happened. He definitely made the right choice. After all, they were together again.
Gryffindor was already taken care of. Besides having a small headache the next morning, his old best friend greeted him happily, but Slytherin knew now not to let him get too close to Huff again. He might have forgotten what happened too, but he still might have lingering feelings for his girlfriend.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small mewl. Hufflepuff wiggled in his grasp, and she scrunched her nose at the sun melting across her skin. The light surrounded her like a halo, and Slytherin kissed the tip of her nose.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
She smiled drowsily and wrapped her arms around his torso. “What time is it,” she croaked into his shirt.
“Way past your usual 9 a.m. alarm, but I thought I’d let you rest.”
Hufflepuff yawned and stretched her arms. Her knuckle brushed against the naked wall, and she blinked a couple of times. “What happened to all the pictures of us?”
Slytherin glanced up, and a shadow fell across his face. “I think your roommates were just messing around, but it’s okay. We can make new memories and take other pictures, right?”
Her lips twisted. Her roommates wouldn’t touch her stuff without her permission…
Without a second of thought, he crashed his lips into hers. The kiss was filled with desperation and his hands dragged into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. She had to pull away to catch a breath.
“You’re more cuddly than usual,” she smiled, her head still woozy.
He stared at her with an empty longing. “I just missed you.”
“But I saw you yesterday,” she laughed.
Slytherin hummed and murmured, “Well, it felt like forever.”
She beamed and rested her head on his chest. “I love you.”
The words were like honey, and he smiled back. It had been so long since she uttered those words to him.
“I love you too.”
Hufflepuff curled her arms around his shoulders and leaned in, her eyelashes fluttering shut as their noses brushed together. Slytherin smiled blissfully, her lips like rose petals against his. His arm snaked around her waist as he deepened the kiss.
Mine.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
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dont hate me!!!! ive been gone for too long yall but i wasn't really thinking of staying :( but i went on tumblr last night just for the heck of it and i was like damn..i wanna post something bc god BLESS those who sent some asks in, i think of u fr fr it makes me feel all warm inside hehe <3 so yea i wanted to feed my children bc yall have not had a meal in YEARS
anyways ive been working on this for a longgggg time, and my edits were always very sporadic, but i finally decided to finish it but this bitch has been gathering dust in my docs. i even had a separate doc for my authors note and i just looked it over and its funny as fuck LMAO so I'm just gonna throw in all the memes i had in there, get ready for a fucking HOOT
ok anyways enjoy!! love love love
Sometimes I think of my one-shots as AUs of the slytherpuff series, because in future one-shots, if needed, i will use the same last names (lestrange and tian). In this case, i feel like all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place because sly would’ve yeeted ravenclaw across the library lmadomafijnvsd
from cheater to mine:
these are the people who didnt want a part two lmao:
gryff at sly after obliviate:
gryffindor at sly to leave her alone ^
THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AT THE BEGINNING STAGES OF MY WRITING FOR THIS AHAH:
slytherin core:
you rn:
cut the cameras,.,, deadass
"Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth before he could stop himself, consumed with desperation."
that is all i had written in my doc, future huffautia is back! i remember making those memes and i cackled so much. i hope u guys laughed too and enjoyed the story, pls pls pls let me know ur thoughts bc i would loveee to hear what u guys think heheheh. more dark sly fanfics??? lmk.
i am not sure when or if i will be back :( i have so much unfinished fics piled up, but not much motivation or time. this may be the last fic i post bc it was the one i was most close to finishing, but ur support does help a lot, so send in asks, comments, and dms!! love u, be well :) thank you for this journey. heart heart!!
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This is part 2 of my mini-series Betrayal.
Read Part 1: Cheater
Summary: Slytherin is willing to do anything to get Hufflepuff back...anything.
After the breakup, life wasn’t the same for Slytherin. Hufflepuff had been his sunshine. Without her, a cloud of gray drifted over him wherever he went, her absence a reminder of what he had done.
They hardly talked anymore after the breakup. When they crossed paths in the corridors, Hufflepuff didn’t glance in his direction, but he could tell she was just as heartbroken as he was.
Regret and guilt consumed him. Barely focused on his Transfiguration notes, he pushed the assignment aside and leaned back on the headboard of his bed, reminiscing about all the good times they had. He thought about the warmth of her cheek that pressed against his chest while they cuddled, her gentle touch as she absentmindedly traced the scar on his chin, her cheeky laugh in his ear as they danced beneath the stars.
Slytherin needed to get her back. He just didn’t know how.
~
Hufflepuff wasn’t doing too good either. She wanted answers, trying to make sense of why Slytherin did what he did—and more importantly, why he had kept it from her in the first place. She came to the conclusion that even if she had all the answers in the world, it wouldn’t change what happened.
She ended the relationship soon after the confrontation. There were pictures of them making silly faces that decorated her nightstand. His sweatshirts were draped over the edge of her trunk. Unable to look at anything that reminded her of him, she discarded the painful memories of their love. Her room felt empty afterwards, as if an important puzzle piece was missing.
Falling in love with Slytherin was like entering a house and realizing she was finally home. He comforted her when she lost her parents a few years ago. With him gone, it felt like she was losing everyone all over again.
Holed up in her dormitory, Hufflepuff felt worse than usual; today was supposed to be their one-year anniversary.
Someone covered her eyes. “Guess who?”
Even though she couldn’t see the person, she immediately knew who it was.
Hufflepuff gently pried the hands away and turned to face Slytherin. Her heart swelling at the sight of him, she stood up and greeted him with a hug. “What are these for,” she asked, noting the yellow blossoms in his hand.
“For our anniversary, sunshine. Did you think I’d forget it was my turn?”
They took turns planning their anniversary. Last month, Hufflepuff had snuck into the kitchens in the middle of the night to bake a cake for him. She got in trouble when the house-elves found her asleep on the counter the next morning. It was all worth it in the end when she finally presented the dessert to him after detention. A wide grin spread on his face as he tried not to laugh at the fact that she spent more time with Filch instead of him on their special day.
She sheepishly looked away. “During breakfast, you didn’t say a word about our anniversary.”
“That was all a ruse,” he explained, intertwining his fingers through hers. “I wanted you to think I didn’t remember so that you’d be surprised when I show you the elaborate date I’ve planned.”
She leaned into his outstretched arms, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”
Slytherin stroked her hair.
“It’s ok, I don’t blame you. My acting skills were really on-point this morning.”
Hufflepuff suppressed a laugh. The smile tugging at Slytherin’s lips broke into a playful grin, and he offered his hand. “Shall we? I’d rather not spend our anniversary in the library.”
“Anywhere with you is perfect,” she beamed.
Slytherin clicked his tongue.
“That’s sweet and all, but let’s seriously get out of here. I hate libraries.”
Exhaling a laugh, she took his hand and allowed him to lead the way. He brought her to the place where they first met: a secluded area that overlooked the Black Lake.
Hufflepuff, who was blindfolded, clutched his arm tightly as they walked. He untied the cloth.
The picnic had taken half of the day to prepare, but it was all worth it when he saw Hufflepuff’s face. Her cautious grin had exploded into a radiant smile, and before Slytherin could say anything else, she jumped into his embrace.
“I love you so so so much,” Hufflepuff said, accenting each word with a kiss to his lips. “These were the best ten months of my life.”
Slytherin smiled warmly.
“It’s not over yet, sunshine. There will be many more months to come.”
He leaned down to kiss her once more.
Hufflepuff’s vision blurred, and she wiped her cheeks. If only she could forget everything that happened. If only she could forget him.
~
Hufflepuff was walking across the courtyard when someone called out to her. She turned to see Gryffindor. He gestured for her to sit on the cobblestone steps beside him.
Dropping her bag on the floor, Hufflepuff sat down with a small smile. It’d be nice to sit in some company other than her pet owl. Her mind all over the place, she only paid half attention to their small talk. It wasn’t until Gryffindor put his hand on her shoulder that she met his eyes.
“How are you feeling about…” He trailed off.
“It’s just not the same,” she shook her head. “I’m trying to get by, but I feel like it’ll be forever before I’m okay again.”
Gryffindor nodded, his brows furrowed. Hufflepuff watched him rummage for something in his bag. He pulled out a book with a blank cover.
“Can I read an excerpt that I think you’d like?”
With her nod, he began.
“Healing will grow you. Healing will iron out the creases of your ache. Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart. Healing will melt you back into softness. Healing will let the hurt bathe you. Healing will make you stronger.”
He looked up from the pages. “And the first step of healing is to let go of the past.”
The past. It jolted her whenever she thought back to that moment.
“Hufflepuff!”
She smiled when she realized it was Gryffindor.
“Hey Gryff!” He was out of breath and staring at her as if her pet owl died. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to tell you something,” he murmured, grabbing her arm. He brought her to a quiet corridor and, with an anxious inhale, told her what happened in the library. His frown deepened when she laughed.
“You must have mistaken him for someone else,” she said. “Slytherin would never do that.”
Even when Gryffindor swore on his grandpa’s grave that he was telling the truth, Hufflepuff didn’t believe him. He let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his temple. He straightened.
“Come with me.”
She followed after him easily. After all, there wouldn’t be any proof to show since Slytherin didn’t do anything.
“Where are we going?” They had been walking through a dark corridor and she was getting antsy.
Gryffindor stopped in front of a door with a strange engraved symbol. He pulled out his wand.
“Alohamora!”
The door clicked open and he beckoned Hufflepuff to go inside. She stepped in, and her eyes widened.
“Gryffindor,” she exclaimed. “We’re not supposed to be in Slughorn’s office—”
“This’ll be quick.” He started to scour through the clutter of items on the table.
As Hufflepuff waited, something caught her eye in the corner and she approached it.
It was a shallow basin made with stone. Precious stones and strange symbols decorated the sides. It was filled with a silver substance, wisps of smoke slithering into the air.
“You found it.”
Hufflepuff jumped as Gryffindor moved to her side. She gulped and looked back in the pot.
“Is that?– ...”
“The Pensieve,” he answered softly.
Her stomach twisted. She heard about it in class once, and her professor’s words echoed in her head. “The Pensieve is a magical object used to review memories.”
Hufflepuff closed her eyes and took deep breaths. There was no way Slytherin cheated. No, not her Slytherin.
When she opened them, he had already drawn a glowing strand from his temple and was dropping the memory into the basin. She stared as the shimmering particles stirred.
Gryffindor stood with her, the heaviness of the situation weighing on him. Having known both Slytherin and Hufflepuff for so long, he himself felt complete shock at what his friend had done. He couldn’t imagine how this would affect Hufflepuff. Even though he felt like a terrible friend for bringing her here, he would be an even worse one if he hid this.
“We can leave if you want,” Gryffindor said. “We can forget this ever happened.”
She met his gaze, her eyebrows drawn together.
“But you’re gonna spend the rest of your life wishing you knew the truth.”
Hufflepuff knew he was right. She wished he was wrong. With a shaky inhale, she entered the Pensieve.
Her chest was wrought with pain as she remembered what it was like to see Slytherin with Ravenclaw. The image of their locked lips squirmed its way in again, and she angrily expelled it from her mind.
Slytherin was her whole world at a point. But she was starting to realize that she didn’t need him. He could run to Ravenclaw for the rest of his half-finished handjob for all she cared.
“You’re right,” she said. “I need to let go.”
Gryffindor squeezed her hand. “I’m always here for you if you need anything.”
She smiled back and nodded. Slytherin wasn’t in her life anymore, but she still had a strong support system, and that was never gonna change.
~
Gryffindor gathered his notes into a pile and stuffed them into his bag, silently scolding himself for not studying for his Potions exam earlier. He was gonna have to stay up tonight to prepare.
He started for the exit and froze. Shit.
Slytherin stood by the door, his arms crossed.
“Surprised to see me?”
“Not really. I figured I’d run into you at some point.”
“At some point,” Slytherin repeated. “You mean after you betrayed me?”
He eyed the wand in his former friend’s hand. “What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Dude, I don’t know what—”
“You fucking told her,” Slytherin exploded, his eyes blazing.
“You’re the one who cheated,” Gryffindor scoffed. “You’re a bigger idiot than I took you for if you thought I was gonna stay quiet. She doesn’t deserve that.”
His lips curled into a wry smile. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“What in the blazes are you going on about?”
“I saw you two in the courtyard today,” he hissed. “You were holding hands. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you’re trying to steal her away from me–”
“Hufflepuff isn’t an object,” Gryffindor glared. “She is her own person, she belongs to no one.”
Slytherin lets out a dry laugh. “Merlin’s beard…how could I not see it before? You have feelings for her…in fact, you probably planned all of this from the beginning! How convenient that you were in the library at that exact time–”
“Christ, Slytherin, give it a rest! You’re coming up with all these conspiracy theories to make up for the fact that Hufflepuff is never going to forgive you.”
The words hung in the air, and Slytherin fell silent. The thought of living in a world in which Hufflepuff wasn’t with him was too much to bear. He tightened his hold around the wand and shook his head.
“You’re wrong.”
He turned and set off into the dark corridors. He was going to make things right.
~
Hufflepuff dangled her legs over the ledge of the observatory. The stars winked at her as she gazed into the distance, thinking about what Gryffindor had said.
Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart.
She knew she would be okay at some point, and a day would drift by in which thoughts of Slytherin would not plague her. But she was impatient. She just wanted to forget him. She wanted to stop hurting.
“I thought you’d be here.”
Hufflepuff gasped and spun around. Her face dropped.
“Leave.”
Slytherin stepped in front of her, his arms raised.
“Wait, please, I need to talk to you–”
“You don’t get to say anything to me,” she said coldly.
“But I love you,” he cried, clasping their hands together. “And you love me.”
Her eyes glistened as she stared at him ruefully.
“And look where that love has brought us.”
“Please,” he whispered. “Just give me another chance.”
“I trusted you, and you hurt me.”
“You can still trust me–”
“Then tell me this,” Hufflepuff yanked her hands away. “When were you going to tell me what happened?”
When he didn’t respond, she huffed wryly. “Or should I say if you were even gonna tell me.”
Her shoulder shoved against his as she started for the door.
“Remember how I was by your side after your parents died?” His words glued her to the floor. “Who will you go to if you leave me?”
Slytherin turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. His head jerked to the side as a resounding slap rings across the room.
“How dare you mention them,” she hissed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I would rather be alone than be with you.”
“You can’t mean that,” his voice was low, wrought with heartbreak. “Please, Hufflepuff, I love you.”
Hufflepuff gazed at him through a curtain of tears. Red tinged his skin, and she squashed the instinct to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his cheek.
“I loved you.”
Anguish gripped him as she turned away. A gut feeling clawed into his stomach, and it told him this would be the last time she would ever willingly talk to him.
Slytherin couldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t.
Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth.
~
The whole walk back to his dormitory, Slytherin kept his head down. The day went by in a blur; he had no idea how he got through Potions, but his distraction didn’t go by unnoticed. By the end of the class, he lost his house 20 points for not paying attention. But he didn’t care.
Had he made a mistake last night?
A pair of worn shoes stood in front of his path. His thoughts flitted away when he saw who it was.
“Get lost, Evras.”
Gryffindor grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a nearby classroom. “I know what you did,” he snarled, slamming the door shut.
Slytherin shoved his hand away. “Get your hands off me unless you want to go swimming with the selkies tonight.”
“I thought you were a piece of shit before, but I never thought you’d do something like this…”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve done nothing wrong. Besides,” Slytherin smirked, “it’s not like you have any evidence.”
Gryffindor glared at him steely. “I’ll find a way to prove it. I’m gonna bring her back to…to normal.”
“Hufflepuff is fine,” he hummed, though his voice wavered. “Everything’s perfect, the way they should be.”
As he sauntered to the door, Gryffindor called after him. “You think you can get away with this?”
“I already have. I just need to take care of one more thing.”
“Which is?”
Slytherin turned around and raised his wand at him.
“You.”
~
Slytherin hovered over Hufflepuff’s sleeping figure, brushing a stray hair away from her face. The dark circles under her eyes were already disappearing. He smiled. She always slept best with him by her side.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion that night. The obliviation spell hit Hufflepuff, and her body tilted forward. He rushed forward and caught her before she hit the floor. Shame weighed heavily on him afterward, and he tossed and turned in his bed until dawn peeked through the windows.
But when she woke up yesterday from the spell and her eyes filled with love, all his pain faded away. It was almost as if the incident never happened. He definitely made the right choice. After all, they were together again.
Gryffindor was already taken care of. Besides having a small headache the next morning, his old best friend greeted him happily, but Slytherin knew now not to let him get too close to Huff again. He might have forgotten what happened too, but he still might have lingering feelings for his girlfriend.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small mewl. Hufflepuff wiggled in his grasp, and she scrunched her nose at the sun melting across her skin. The light surrounded her like a halo, and Slytherin kissed the tip of her nose.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
She smiled drowsily and wrapped her arms around his torso. “What time is it,” she croaked into his shirt.
“Way past your usual 9 a.m. alarm, but I thought I’d let you rest.”
Hufflepuff yawned and stretched her arms. Her knuckle brushed against the naked wall, and she blinked a couple of times. “What happened to all the pictures of us?”
Slytherin glanced up, and a shadow fell across his face. “I think your roommates were just messing around, but it’s okay. We can make new memories and take other pictures, right?”
Her lips twisted. Her roommates wouldn’t touch her stuff without her permission…
Without a second of thought, he crashed his lips into hers. The kiss was filled with desperation and his hands dragged into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. She had to pull away to catch a breath.
“You’re more cuddly than usual,” she smiled, her head still woozy.
He stared at her with an empty longing. “I just missed you.”
“But I saw you yesterday,” she laughed.
Slytherin hummed and murmured, “Well, it felt like forever.”
She beamed and rested her head on his chest. “I love you.”
The words were like honey, and he smiled back. It had been so long since she uttered those words to him.
“I love you too.”
Hufflepuff curled her arms around his shoulders and leaned in, her eyelashes fluttering shut as their noses brushed together. Slytherin smiled blissfully, her lips like rose petals against his. His arm snaked around her waist as he deepened the kiss.
Mine.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
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dont hate me!!!! ive been gone for too long yall but i wasn't really thinking of staying :( but i went on tumblr last night just for the heck of it and i was like damn..i wanna post something bc god BLESS those who sent some asks in, i think of u fr fr it makes me feel all warm inside hehe <3 so yea i wanted to feed my children bc yall have not had a meal in YEARS
anyways ive been working on this for a longgggg time, and my edits were always very sporadic, but i finally decided to finish it but this bitch has been gathering dust in my docs. i even had a separate doc for my authors note and i just looked it over and its funny as fuck LMAO so I'm just gonna throw in all the memes i had in there, get ready for a fucking HOOT
ok anyways enjoy!! love love love
Sometimes I think of my one-shots as AUs of the slytherpuff series, because in future one-shots, if needed, i will use the same last names (lestrange and tian). In this case, i feel like all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place because sly would’ve yeeted ravenclaw across the library lmadomafijnvsd
from cheater to mine:
these are the people who didnt want a part two lmao:
gryff at sly after obliviate:
gryffindor at sly to leave her alone ^
THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AT THE BEGINNING STAGES OF MY WRITING FOR THIS AHAH:
slytherin core:
you rn:
cut the cameras,.,, deadass
"Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth before he could stop himself, consumed with desperation."
that is all i had written in my doc, future huffautia is back! i remember making those memes and i cackled so much. i hope u guys laughed too and enjoyed the story, pls pls pls let me know ur thoughts bc i would loveee to hear what u guys think heheheh. more dark sly fanfics??? lmk.
i am not sure when or if i will be back :( i have so much unfinished fics piled up, but not much motivation or time. this may be the last fic i post bc it was the one i was most close to finishing, but ur support does help a lot, so send in asks, comments, and dms!! love u, be well :) thank you for this journey. heart heart!!
Warnings: Mention of sexual activity near the beginning. It is not explicit.
Summary: Slytherin, who was studying in the library, encounters his ex, who wants him back. Unfortunately for her, Slytherin is dating someone else now- his loving girlfriend, Hufflepuff. His heart is hers, so nothing should’ve happened in the library… right? WRONG BRUH! The title says it all 😔 Does Hufflepuff find out what happens in the library?? Does Slytherin tell her?? CONTINUE READING TO FIND OUT!
“Hey you.”
Slytherin, who had been studying in the library for the past hour, looked up from his notes. Ravenclaw stood on the other side of the table with a sweet smile that didn’t match the mischievous glint in her eyes.
Clearly uninterested, he pursed his lips and glared at her. “What do you want,” he snapped. His voice was low and tight, making it seem as if he was really saying, “Go away.”
Ravenclaw pouted. “Aw, is someone in a bad mood?” Slytherin didn’t respond and simply glowered at her, his eyes cold and hard.
She walked to the other side of the table and pulled up a chair, sitting down next to him. “I figured you could use a study buddy.”
Slytherin shook his head. “There’s no need,” he said while gathering up his papers. “I was just about to leave.”
Ravenclaw frowned and grabbed his arm. “That means you’re free.” She shifted closer to him, her hand trailing down his back. “Let’s hang out.”
Slytherin pushed her away. “Are you serious right now,” he asked in disbelief.
She made a face. “What?”
“You cheated on me,” he replied dryly. “And you ask what?”
Ravenclaw sighed exasperatedly.
“It was only one time!”
He let out a humorless laugh. “Once was enough for me.”
“I can see you’re still angry about what happened,” she muttered, crossing her arms.
Slytherin shook his head and started packing his notes away. “I’m not angry anymore. I’m over you.”
“Just give me one more chance,” Ravenclaw pleaded. “We can do anything you want.” She placed her hand on his leg and leaned forward, her breath ghosting over Slytherin’s cheek. “Anything.”
AAAAA i am SQUAWKING right now because i just remembered that i had begun writing part 2 of Cheater and i was more than halfway done with it before i took a break.....yall ain't ready for that.
guys i opened up my fic docs for the first time in a long time and I forgot I wrote chapter 7 already LMAO and when I saw someone commented on it here I was like wtf is this did I write this and then I remembered
writing makes me so happy and i would like to continue writing fics. I put the keep reading thing bc I feel a little embarrassed by my revived passion. a forgotten part of me feels sad I was away for so long but I will continue to give myself grace and patience bc no one but me knows what kind of journey w writing I've been on. so one step at a time! and the dedication i will put at the end will be for everyone who has stayed along and still holds my fics to their dear heart <3 u are in mine.
