Stargazers
Inspired by @noona-clock‘s “Day6 in Hogwarts Houses”
Pairing: Yoon Dowoon x You
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Lots of science talk
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The universe. An ever expanding, ever changing force full of all existing matter and space considered as a whole. It’s believed to be at least ten billion light years in diameter and contains an infinite number of galaxies. Each galaxy full of stars begging to be explored.
Night cloaked Hogwarts as you and Dowoon crept silently towards the Astrology Tower. You clutched your notebook, holding it to your chest while Dowoon carried his telescope behind you. You both scurried through the corridors, trying to avoid perfects, teachers, and Peeves. The hallways were eerily silent, save the snores coming from the paintings. A mysterious wind blew through the hallways, making you shiver.
“Why is it so cold?” Dowoon inquired. Before you could answer, a loud cackle rattled your bones. “Scratch that.”
“My my, looky what we have here! Students out of bed!” Peeves cackled.
“Quiet down, Peeves!” you hissed. He laughed, floating above you and Dowoon.
“Why would I do that?” he asked grinning. You thought for a moment, turning to Dowoon. He shrugged, glancing up at the mischievous poltergeist.
“Hm, I don’t know. I thought it was more entertaining for you to bother Nearly Headless Nick, or Moaning Myrtle. The worst punishment we’ll get is a warning, considering we’re both perfect students and are out of our dorms to conduct scientific experiments,” you explained, waltzing past him and towards the tower.
“You’re no fun,” Peeves complained. You shrugged, motioning for Dowoon to follow you.
“You know,” Dowoon started after you both were out of Peeves’ ear shot, “when you suggested we go stargazing, this was not what I thought you meant.”
“No, I told you I was going stargazing, and you begged me to let you come,” you corrected him. He huffed and you shrugged. You guys clambered up the stairs of the Astrology Tower, slowly reaching the top. You went to the large opening, staring up at the thousands of twinkling stars. You waited as patiently as possible while Dowoon set his telescope up, eager to continue your studies.
“Why couldn’t this wait until class?” Dowoon inquired. You moved around him, maneuvering the telescope to angle it to the correct coordinates.
“Because science does not wait for class and neither do I. I would also prefer not to have Professor Sinistra breathing down my neck. Great teacher, slightly annoying though,” you told him. “I’m on the verge of a possible astronomical phenomena.” You bent down, making sure you could see what you needed to. Dowoon hoisted himself onto the railing, gripping it tightly.
“What kind of phenomena?” Dowoon inquired, swinging his feet back and forth.
“Astronomical,” you replied simply, turning to the telescope.
“Specifically?” You turned to face him, chuckling and smiling. He was leaning his head in his hand, arm resting on his knee. He was too darn cute for words sometimes.
“Something is happening to Antares,” you told him. He quirked an eyebrow.
“Antares?”
“It’s the fifteenth brightest star in the night sky and the brightest star in the constellation of Scorpius,” you explained, pulling out a pen. You turned back to the telescope. “It’s been acting extremely strange, and I want to document it.”
“Why don’t you use a quill?” he asked.
“Pen’s more convenient.” He laughed. “What?”
“You go to a school for witches and wizards, yet you use muggle items. You’re fascinating, you know.” It was your turn to laugh.
“The only thing that’s fascinating is how strange Antares is acting,” you said, jotting something down in your notebook.
“What qualifies as ‘extremely strange’?” You giggled, stepping back from the scope.
“Dowoon, Dove, we have the same astrology class. You know what qualifies as ‘extremely strange’,” you reminded him. He nodded, his eyes gazing into yours lovingly. He grinned, hoping off the rail. The wind whipped through the room, spreading goosebumps across your arms. He pulled his robe off, wrapping it securely around you.
“I know, but I like listening to your voice,” he confessed, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hummed, resting your arms on his shoulders.
“I usually talk when I make observations,” you said. “If you’re quiet, then you can hear me talk.”
“But I like it when you talk to me.”
“Then let me work.” You gently pushed him away, turning to face the telescope. He sighed, stepping back. You bent down, watching as Antares flared at inflated levels. “Amazing! Dowoon, come look at this.” You stepped aside, waving Dowoon to step closer. He bent down to the telescope.
“Okay, so you see these pulsing spots on the star?” He hummed. “That’s a solar flare; it’s a rise in energy in a certain spot. Now it’s not an unusual occurrence, but the rate at which they’re happening and the nature of these solar flares are amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“So you could say it’s actually twinkling,” he told you grinning. You giggled picking up your journal. “Tell me more about this scorpior constellation.”
“Constellation Scorpius,” you corrected. “It’s a zodiac constellation. The arrangement of stars form a head and a long curving tail. In Greek Mythology, it represents the scorpion that was sent to kill Orion as punishment for his disrespect towards the Greek goddess Artemis.
“After the scorpion completed his task, he was placed in the sky, on the opposite side from Orion, as a reward of sorts. It was s’posed to be a reminder to humans to be wary of their arrogance and pride. As the Hunter set in the west, thus rises the Scorpion from the east.
“It’s actually one of the oldest constellations, dating back at least five thousand years. It was seen in Babylon and, going back to the Greeks, the constellation used to be bigger. The Romans in the first century took its claws to form the constellation Libra.” You glanced up quickly but did a double take when you saw Dowoon staring at you fondly. “What?”
“Did you know your eyes sparkle when you’re excited?” You opened your mouth but closed it again, multiple times. You dropped your gaze, cheeks hot. “It’s really cute.”
He cupped your face, meeting your eyes. He leant in, pressing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, moving your mouth against his. You gripped his robes, pulling him closer. His lips were soft against yours, and they tasted like pumpkin juice. You could get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. You pulled away after awhile, heart hammering in your chest. You smiled up at your loving boyfriend smiling.
“What was that for?”
“Because I love you,” he giggled, ears turning bright red.
“I love you too, Dove.”
