Sweater Weather
Title: Sweater Weather
Pairing: Felix Rosier/F! MC
Summary: You’re a reason for both pride and agony for the Slytherin house prefect. On one hand, you’re very bright and have a lot of potential…. on the other hand, you seem to always get in trouble with the boisterous group of friends of yours. Speaking of your friends, Felix notices you donning a rather choice sweater these past few weeks.
Word count: 2568 words.
Disclaimer: This is the first piece I’ve written after so long, so do excuse if the flow isn’t as smooth as I’d like it to be. There is a fair bit of ooc-ness, but I feel like that’s how Felix would act around someone he has a soft spot for lol
Author’s note: Congratulations @delicrieux on reaching 11K followers! This fic was written for their 11K challenge where you pick a title and fandom, and are given a deadline to create any form of fan art. It was a great challenge and is getting me back in the groove to write too. For anybody who (for some reason) does not know who they are, head on over and prepare to fawn/laugh/cry because all of their writings are works of art!
On with the fic
Autumn and winter have always been your more preferred time of the year. The air is much crisper, the winds cooler and the beverages warmer. Even the fashion for the seasons are right up your alley! What with all the (tasteful, reminds Andre) layering, the muted colours and multitude of accessories…what’s not to love?
The mood at Hogwarts is still rather lively, despite the sudden infestation of Boggarts around the castle. You had learnt the spell to defeat them quick enough, what after encountering one taking the shape of the Dark Lord in your brother’s room. You even used it once in the common room when it took shape of a dark mist enveloping half of the common room (a first year has a fear of the dark, how ironic that they end up in the house with dorms in the dungeon of all places) and when the Boggart disappeared, you smiled brightly to your prefect in hopes of getting some sort of acknowledgement only to be chided by Merula Snyde and Ismelda Murk. “You’re such a show off, (L/N).” “If the bloody first year couldn’t even handle a Boggart, we should just hex them until they learn their lesson.”
Felix Rosier was proud, not that he would show it. He or any reasonable prefect person would’ve done the same thing. You’d make a fine prefect, he has told you many times, with a little bit more guidance from me you’d even snag the position of Head Girl. You’d always just smile, say a soft ‘Thank you, Felix’ and scurry off. Always leaving him a little too soon for his taste.
He stood at the front of the Great Hall with a few of the other prefects, watching over the students who were either having tea or studying and he couldn’t help but focus his attention on you. You and your friend Rowan Khanna were quite open in the fact that you were friends- close friends, with students from other houses. Now you were sitting at Hufflepuff’s table, engrossed in a conversation with Penny Haywood (who doesn’t know Haywood?). The way your eyes light up and threw your head back with laughter was something he could watch all day.
“Wotcher, Rosier.” Jane greeted, pulling Felix out of his trance. He gave her a small nod and raised his brow wordlessly. “What about my table has got your interest? You should be lookin after your own kids.”
“It’s nothing, really.” Felix cleared his throat, “I just noticed a few Slytherins are at your table and I don’t want them causing any trouble.”
“The main trouble of your house Felix, is that dreadful Merula Snyde and her cronies. She’s been a terrible bully at worst and a grieve annoyance at best.”
“Hear, hear.” Chester joined in. “And here I was thinking that (F/N) (L/N) would be a bigger issue but she’s the one carrying your house on her back. How does one even begin to amass that many points?”
“Well if you don’t talk about how her adventures are dangerous and not only threatens her life but the rest of Hogwarts then yes, she is an absolute joy.” Felix rolled his eyes, putting only half his usual amount of disdain in that sentence. “She could very well be a prefect too if not for her constant rule-breaking.”
“Tell me about it…” Angelica finally chipped in. “For the life of me, I can’t figure out how she managed to drag not one but two of my Gryffindors to enter that vault with her last year.”
“She went in with Gryffindors?” Felix cocked a brow. “I’m assuming to use them as human shields then, because what else are they good for?” he chided.
“Har har, Rosier. I would be mad, but Ben Copper and Bill Weasley did end up in cursed ice so I suppose you’re not far off… Speak of the devil, there he is now joining the ‘his fellow curse-breaker’.”
“His what?”
“That’s what he uses to refer to (F/N) when talking to his other friends. They seem quite close now.”
Felix watched as you lot talked, opened the parcels and practically fawn over the gifts the Weasley boy had given you. Chester Davies was in the middle of planning their next study group session together when he just up and walked in your direction. You were laughing and the sound was melodious to him. Silently, he stood behind you unnoticed for a good few seconds.
“Blimey, one would think you’re her child and not me!” Bill laughed. “Yeah, she seems... fond of you already.” Rowan managed a smile.
“A-hem,” a person cleared their throat from behind you. “Yes (L/N), you are quite the lovable one, aren’t you?”
You turned around, clutching the sweater to your chest “F-felix!”
“Felix.” Rowan and Penny smiled. “Rosier,” Bill nodded in a curt greeting.
“Khanna, Haywood.” He mustered up the tiniest smidge of what could be construed a smile. “Weasley.” His eyes narrowed.
“What brings you to the Hufflepuff table, Felix? Perhaps did Jane send you over?” Penny asked, her tone bright and not faltering under Felix’s stare. “I’ve just come to make sure (L/N) isn’t conjuring up any schemes to enter yet another Cursed Vault with you lot. If it is potentially dangerous I have to play my part and dissuade her from it.”
“Oh, come on Felix. I’m not that bad!” You grinned to your prefect, earning a cocked brow in response. “You know very well that you can’t stop me anyway, and if you intend on catching me scheming something you’re going to have to do better than this. ‘sides, we’re just opening up gifts we received from Mrs Weasley!”
You held up the sweater to show to him. “Lovely thing, innit? Has a W on it and everything! Penny’s got a beanie with a pompom on top, Rowan’s got a pair of mittens, and Ben Copper received a scarf earlier today.” Felix leaned in slightly to take a closer look. “The workmanship on them is beautiful. No wonder you lot seem so excited. Send my regards to your mother, Weasley.”
“Uh… thank you?” Bill glanced over to the gang who only shrugged back.
“Right then,” Felix stood straight and gave you a pointed look. “Stay out of trouble. I’ll see you in the common room, Khanna, (L/N).” And with that he walked off out the Great Hall.
“What was that all about?” You asked and nobody replied.
‘Prat, prat, prat, prat,’ Felix groaned inwardly. ‘What was that all about?’ Flipping the pages of his Transfiguration text book, he attempted to distract himself from the very fresh memory of acting like a total prat in front of you of all people. The fire crackled, providing a warm light in contrasting the cool darkness of Slytherin’s common room. He cringed at how he acted, but at the same time he felt like a field of flowers bloomed in his chest when he remembered your grin when you teased him. The grin you had on your face when you looked at him. Your grin for him. “Oh, bloody hell Rosier! Get over yourself.” He scolded himself.
“You know, I’d never thought I’d hear somebody say that to you. Imagine my surprise seeing that you’re the one saying it to yourself!” You smiled cheekily, taking a seat on the sofa across from his.
“(F/N)!” His hand slipped on his book and he pulled his hand back sharply after attempting to catch his falling book. “Bloody hell!” he looked at his fingers, thin lines of blood beginning to appear.
“Oh, hex! Sorry for scaring you Felix.” You quickly stoop up in front of him and pulled his hand to examine the paper cut. “Oof, that must sting! Allow me.”
“It’s fine, (F/N). Let me just-
“No, no. I insist.” You already pulled out your wand. “Episkey!” A small flash of light appeared and the cuts healed.
“Quick on your feet as always, (F/N). 5 House Points to Slytherin.”
“You know, I think that you’re sort of abusing your prefect powers by giving me points for every little thing I do.” You smiled, sitting back down on the sofa across from him.
“I’ll have none of that from you, (Y/N). Now, what brings you down here so late at night? Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?” Felix set the book on his lap, finally taking in the sight of you. Sure, you were wearing the sweater that Weasley boy had given you. But here you are, sat with him by the fire. Not with Khanna up in the dorms, or with Weasley Merlin-knows-where. With him.
“I’ve just come back from the kitchens when I spotted my favourite prefect studying alone late in to the night by the fire.” The corners of you lip twitched into a smirk, “thought he could use some company.”
Felix smirked back. “Favourite prefect, eh? Who is that I wonder?” You snorted at that. “You don’t see Angelica Cole anywhere do you?”
“Well,” he cleared his throat. “I’m flattered that I am your choice for favourite prefect. Not everyone would say that.” You crossed your arms, “I mean… nobody else really has a favourite prefect in the first place, do they? But I’m sure you’re aware that you’re the choice upperclassman for most girls and a few blokes as well, yeah?”
Under the warm glow of the fire, the red rising to Felix’s cheeks went unnoticed though the wavering of his voice was as clear as a bell. “And what about you, (F/N)? Would I be your choice upperclassman, too?”
You gulped, fiddling with your fingers. “W-well… You don’t see me talking to Chester Davies do yo?”
Felix couldn’t help but laugh a deep, hearty laugh. “No, I suppose I don’t then.” He glanced at the fire, then back at you. “I’m…pleased.”
You stopped fiddling with your fingers. “I’m just going to assume that I’m also your favourite underclassman.” He turned to look back at you, “your assumption would be true.”
The two of you set in a comfortable silence for what seemed like forever, just taking in the sight of each other.
“Right…then I think we both should get some rest. I’ll see you bright and early in the Great Hall tomorrow then.” Felix stood up and you followed in his steps. “Alrighty… G’night, Felix. Sweet dreams.” “Sleep well, (Y/N).”
Felix fully expected the relationship between you two to be a bit awkward after that conversation. He wasn’t surprised when you would pretty blatantly avoid him this past week. You were also either always flanked by Rowan and Penny or accompanied by Bill. Speaking of the Weasley boy… You were always with him as of late, and you were always wearing that sweater. Whether you were coming back from Flying class on the training grounds, or even from Charms class (which he knows very well is always kept warm by Professor Flitwick), you would be wearing that sweater. Sure, the weather definitely calls for warmer clothes but this was driving him mildly mad. And instead of acting like any other reasonable person would, he too decided to avoid you when you tried approaching him later in the week.
He walked in the Library, thoughts a jumbled mess. He was walking to his usual spot which was concealed from the view of Madam Pince, and nearly jumped when he found you sitting there too. “(Y/N)! What are you- hello.”
“Felix! H-hello.” Your eyes scanned his figure, stopping at the pile of books in his arms. “Sorry, am I in your spot?”
“No, don’t be silly. You can continue sitting here, I’ll just sit elsewhe-
“Wait, Felix! You can sit here too.” You stood up and grabbed the sleeve of his robes. “Sit with me.”
He didn’t even stop to think and took the seat across from yours. He regarded you with a once-over, noting the Weasley sweater you were wearing yet again.
“How have you been, (F/N)?” He didn’t look up from his notes and textbooks, wanting to avoid looking at that bloody sweater.
“I’ve been pretty good, keeping my scheming to a minimum.” You gave a small smile, rearranging your parchments and quills. “Couldn’t help but notice you weren’t around to dissuade me.”
“You seemed like you wanted the space. And I would regard myself a gentleman, so I gave you just that.” Felix now looked up, his dark brown eyes staring straight into your own. “Besides, I don’t think your boyfriend would approve of me being around you too often.”
“My what?”
“Boyfriend.” He replied plainly, pointing his quill to your sweater. “Why else would he have gifted you a sweater matching his?”
“Wha- I’m pretty sure him and his siblings get sweaters with the letter of their first name on it. Mine stands for Weasley since we always joked about making me an honorary Weasley.”
“….(Y/N), you do know Bill Weasley’s name isn’t actually ‘Bill’.” He deadpanned, a little concerned.
“…..It’s not..?”
“….(Y/N), his name is William. Dear, aren’t you two friends?”
“Oh my god! No wonder his mother referred to him as ‘Billy Willy’!” Your eyes were wide, this apparently new information to you.
“She doe- no, more importantly does this mean he’s not your boyfriend?”
“No no no no, Merlin no. We’re just passionate about curse-breaking!”
“Well then… Why do you wear the sweater all the time?” He asked softly, biting on the inside of his cheek.
“It’s sweater weather, Felix! And this is the only sweater I have that fits me. My old ones don’t fit me anymore.” You smoothed down the front of your sweater. “You thought we were dating because of my sweater?”
His cheeks flushed pink and cleared his throat. Realisation of his silly reaction washing over him shamefully. “Well, one would assume so since you’ve been wearing it all hours of the day every day.”
“Didn’t I say you were my favourite prefect and my choice upperclassman?” You voice was teasing but small. He looked up from his notes to find you looking at him from the top of the text book you held up to hide your face.
He contemplated for a moment, his features softened the more he looked at you. Under his steady gaze you felt your cheeks heat up. You were seconds away from excusing yourself when he gently pulled down your text book to fully take in your features.
“Felix, I-
“I’ll get you more sweaters since you adore them so much.” He concluded and went straight back to his books.
“Pardon?”
“Je te donnerai autant de pull que tu veux.” Felix replied without even looking up. You took a moment to process his words, and meekly replied “Ah…um, e-excusez-moi? Désolé, je ne parle pas couramment le français.”
“You spoke it fine just then, (Y/N).”
“That’s the only bit of French I remember from my trip there last summer.”
“If you want, love,” he fidgeted with the quill in his hand, unsure of your reaction. “I could teach you French on top of my regular mentoring you?”
“You’re really making me out to be your protégé, aren’t you?” You nodded in agreement, “I would love that, Felix. Anything is good enough reason for me to shoehorn myself into your days.” Felix cocked a brow at you, and you shot back a smirk. Cheeky as always. Any reason to spend time with you dear, is good enough reason.
Bonus: The gang’s conversation and gift opening here.
Translation:
Je te donnerai autant de pull que tu veux (edited as per @soosahya’s correction/suggestion!) I’ll get you as many sweaters as you want
excusez-moi? Désolé, je ne parle pas couramment le français Excuse me? Sorry, I don’t speak fluent French
