Keith glared half-heartedly at Lance from where he was trapped by the Slytherin’s arm slung around his neck. “I literally saw you on the train yesterday.”
Lance ignored him. “What do you think Professor Smythe has to torture us with this year?”
“Whatever it is it’ll definitely be torture.”
They took their seats and started unpacking the their cauldrons and supplies. Lance started flipping through Advanced Potion Making and whistled. “You’re not wrong.”
“GOOD MORNING, CLASS!” The door slammed open behind them and Professor Coran Smythe exuberantly strolled down the aisle between worktables and with an enormous briefcase. His voice, body language, and bright orange hair gave him a constant impression of living fire. Lance was certain that he hair must have clashed horribly with his Ravenclaw robes when he’d been a student - like six thousand years ago.
Coran set the case down the case so gingerly half the class leaned away, expecting it to maybe explode. He took out three large glass containers of potions and undid the caps, flooding the room with a bizarre mix of scents. One looked like mud and snot had gotten down and dirty in a bubble bath. Another Lance could swear was definitely water. And the third looked like melted pearls and just exquisitely beautiful.
“Welcome to the NEWT level of Potions! I won’t sugarcoat it for you youngins, this course will be considerably more grueling than your previous years. I have had many a student cry during the midterm exams, but if you do, be sure to collect and bottle those tears! Could possibly be useful later on in the course.” Coran gave a gigantic wink. Lance jotted that down for future reference. “Gather round, I’ve got some interesting potions to show you all.”
Most of the class clustered around the silvery potion that had dancing tendrils of steam curling from the surface - never mind that it’d finished brewing days ago. Lance was no exception; he hovered over the heavenly scent. Emanating from the surface was the crisp smell that happens after a rainstorm, a smell you only get by taking a deep breath of worn leather, and...whoa, something citrusy that was so familiar but he just couldn’t place.
A sharp pain in his side snapped him out of his blissed-out reverie. Keith, who’d apparently pinched him, jerked his head toward Coran. The professor was looking at him expectantly.
Lance’s face heated. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”
A few people in the class giggled while Coran just smirked behind his mustache. “Not to worry, my boy, that potion’s lovely aroma will muddle the heads of even the sharpest minds.”
“How much of it have you smoked, sir?” a Gryffindor asked.
“Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting class, and five points to Gryffindor for the interruption being funny.” Keith rolled his eyes at Lance. Coran continued, unperturbed, “Now can anyone take a gander at what this intoxicating concoction is?”
Lance raised his hand. “Amortentia, sir. The most powerful love potion in existence.”
“Excellent. Amortentia vitally dangerous and I must insist you never, ever use it on another person. At least without their explicit permission.” Coran smiled deviously like he recalled a fond but reckless memory. “However, it is also the only potion that smells and tastes differently to each individual witch or wizard! The aroma is that of things you are most attracted to!”
Rain makes sense, then, Lance thought. So does the leather, that reminds me a lot of a Quaffle. But what’s that lemon-like bit?
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Pidge groaned when she got to the top of the stairs - finally - and reached for the doorknocker.
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
“Both words have got a bloody ‘r’ in them.”
The door swung open, but not without a snarky “Welcome back, Miss Holt” from the enchanted doorknocker. She dropped her book bag and collapsed with a sigh onto the nearest armchair.
First day of classes was always the worst, but never more so than with NEWT Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. And Quidditch season would be starting soon, so she had plenty of late nights on the pitch in her imminent future. Potions wasn’t bad, though. The only thing surprising about Potions this afternoon was how powerful the smell of Amortentia had on her. She knew it would be scents she specifically found attractive, but it had not prepared her for the overwhelming barrage of chlorophyll, ink, and something sweet and earthy Pidge had instantly recognized as Lance’s cologne invading her senses.
Pidge finally sucked it up and pulled out her Transfiguration homework. This was going to be a lot of reading.
Around the time Pidge had scrawled out two feet of notes, somebody poked her. “Your owl’s tapping on the window.”
Pidge stood, stretched out her back, and open the window where Rover the grey, fluffy Boreal owl was perched. He dropped a folded piece of parchment into her hands and settled on her shoulder. It was a note written in Hunk’s freakishly elegant script.
We’re outside your common room. Please let us in.
-Hunk and Lance
The second Pidge opened the door she got attacked by Hunk sweeping her up in a bear hug. Rover shot into the air and squawked indignantly. “It’s so good to see you, Pidge!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave a squeeze. “Missed you, too, Hunk.” He set her down and they both came inside. Firewhiskey crackled in Pidge’s chest when she saw Lance.
So that shows that another full summer away from my ridiculous friend has not dampened my feelings for him. Ugh.
He grinned at her and held his arms out. “What’s up, nerd?”
She smirked and gave him a hug. “More than you, loser.” When the hug lasted a little longer than she’d anticipated, she stood on her tiptoes so she could whisper in his ear, “Ravenclaw’s going to crush Slytherin on the Quidditch pitch this year.” Pidge felt Lance turn his face toward her and heard him take a deep, stuttering breath.
He suddenly pulled away from her, face flushed, and ran a hand through his hair. “In you - in your dreams, Pidge.”
Yay, a fic where they're actually together! I liked this one actually, I had struggled to come up with an idea but with the help of a friend on the old Klance Big Bang 2018 server - we're called it something else now - we came up with this idea. Enjoy.
Hogwarts
Keith took a small bite out of his toast as he tried to warm up as much as he could before he would be flying in cold weather. He was so focused on his breakfast he didn’t see a tanned person sneaking up behind him until his vision was blocked.
“Guess who?” a voice asked, making Keith laugh.
“Hmm, I do wonder. Is it my 6 foot, really buff Slytherin boyfriend?”
The voice scoffed as Keith got his vision back and felt arms wrap around his neck as the person leaned on him. “They wish they could be as perfect as me. And excuse you, just because I’m in Ravenclaw and not on Quidditch team doesn’t mean I’m not buff.”
“I guess so.” Keith said, turning so he could look at his boyfriend.
While Keith was in Gryffindor, Lance was in Ravenclaw. They had been rivals for best grades in the class, Lance throwing a loud fit whenever Keith beat him. Lance’s siblings were pretty well known, especially his duelling prodigy sister Veronica and that had put pressure on Lance to be just as good. Keith found Lance hiding up in the Astronomy Tower having a panic attack when the end of term grades came in during their Third Year before Christmas.
“I told my parents I could pass my extra subjects with no problems and I almost failed both of them.” Lance had said when Keith asked what’s wrong. “I told my parents I could do it and I failed.”
“So?”
“Oh, of course you don’t care. You’re perfect at everything! Even Shiro knows your perfect and he’s the living embodiment of perfect. Nothing is ever hard for you and you know it.” Lance said with anger.
“I’m not good at everything. I don’t make friends easily, I actually hate being compared to Shiro and I failed Charms. I’ve never been able to pass that class. You’ve seen me struggle not to set things on fire in there.”
“So? You’re still better than I am. Everyone says that you’re always going to win.”
“I’m not. I don’t do well under pressure. I run away, but I have never seen you run from anything. It’s not finals yet so you have time to get better. Stop thinking you’ll lose and prove yourself like you always do.”
Lance hadn’t looked like he believed him at all and left leaving Keith feeling like he didn’t get through to him. He had gotten a letter though on Christmas with a package of his favourite chocolates. All it said was ‘thank you’ and the next time he saw Lance, he had this new determination in his eyes. He was able to pull from Hunk that Lance had talked with his sister, who then told their parents because she thought they deserved to know how much pressure Lance had on him. He’d been sat down for a much needed talk and the air had been cleared between his family and him.
“It’s a little weird though. I was always telling him to tell his family how he felt and he never did. I don’t know why he suddenly changed his mind.”
Keith didn’t want to automatically say it was him, but the timing seemed so obvious. Lance didn’t seek him out until they both tried claiming the strangely only empty table in the library during exam week.
“I think sharing is the least I can do. After your help.” Keith pretended to look confused. “I know Hunk told you. I wasn’t expecting Veronica to go tell my parents but it worked out in the end for the better.”
“I’m glad.”
Lance had drastically improved his grades to something he was proud of and on the train ride back home, invited Keith to come sit with him and his friends. Thing had changed between them and the letters exchanged during the summer was only the start. They started getting much closer in their Fourth Year and on Easter break, Lance asked Keith out. They’d been together ever since. Lance didn’t exactly want to go and hide his relationship, even though the attention made Keith a bit uncomfortable. Keith was already known for being the Gryffindor beater who skills allowed him to join during his first year and everyone knew who Lance was because of his family. But Lance used his new outlook on having to be the best on how they lived their relationship, it didn’t matter, as long as they were happy.
And Keith was.
“I guess those muscles from holding my broom case have to show somehow.” Keith teased.
“Ha ha. You’re so hilarious.” Lance said sarcastically as he climbed onto the bench next to Keith and stole a piece of fruit from his plate. “But speaking of strong people, have you seen the new beater for Slytherin? I don’t think he’s human.”
“His name is Sendak right? I heard he almost got into a fight with Shiro.”
“Shiro probably almost kicked his ass didn’t he?”
“He wanted to but he was on prefect duty.” Keith said, thinking of his brother who was in Slytherin. “But he knows I’m his brother so I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to take it out on me on the field.”
“Try and be careful. I don’t want that pretty face messed up that I can’t kiss you when you win.” Lance said, already pressing kisses onto Keith’s cheek like he couldn’t stand the idea of not kissing Keith. Keith didn’t want to lose that either.
“I’ll be fine. I can take on a 7 foot creature and still hit bludgers to the opposite team. Speaking of which, I need to head down to the changing room soon.” Keith stuffed the last bit of his toast in his mouth and picked up his bag, letting Lance pick up his broom case like he always would, his free hand already linking with Keith’s.
“Where are you going to sit?” Keith asked as they started to head down to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
Lance would usually bounce between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor stands during the games.
“Pidge actually said I could sit with them at the commenter bench.”
“With the teachers and guests?” Keith clarified.
“Yep. Don’t worry, you’ll understand why when you get out there.”
They reached the changing room to quick in their opinion. Lance pulled Keith close, pouting at the idea of having to pull away.
“You promise you’ll be careful?”
Wrapping his arms around Lance’s waist and leaning more onto him, Keith said, “I promise. The minute the game is over, you can kiss me as much as you want.”
“That’d better be a promise.” Lance said, already leaning in to kiss Keith.
He knew he should have stopped him, he did have to get ready, but kissing Lance made him forget all that. Made him forget a lot of things and Lance knew it. Keith could complain all he liked about how Lance would steal kisses or do it to get him to stop talking but god, it was worth it every time.
“Excuse me,” the two pulled away to see Adam, the team captain, “As sweet as this is, I’d like to be ready when we start.”
“Sorry. Ok, now I really have to go.” Keith said.
“Fine.” Lance groaned, pulling away and pouting a little.
Keith pulled his red and gold scarf and looped it around Lance’s neck before taking his broom case from him. “I’ll see you out there ok?” he pressed a quick kiss to Lance’s lips before following Adam inside.
Keith ducked as Sendak sent another bludger to his head. He hated being right sometimes. Since the game had started, Sendak was sending every bludger to him. Keith just used it to send the Slytherin team off track. Still, some calls were too close. It didn’t help that he could actually hear every scared gasp from Lance from how close he sat next to Pidge. He glanced over at the teacher’s box where a large banner with a Gryffindor lion painted in blue and grey moved with the chilled air. He could see the red and yellow scarf tied around Lance’s neck. He was sure some of the teachers were annoyed at Lance for shamelessly using the space so he could cheer Keith on.
“And Gryffindor has the quaffle! Team captain Adam is heading down the field and Slytherin chaser Lotor and Ezor are headed after him. He dodges a bludger from beater Zethrid, he throws! And it’s in! 10 points to Gryffindor!” Pidge announced. “They’re still 30 points behind Slytherin so here’s hoping they can find the snitch soon. And oh! Gryffindor beater Keith just dodged another bludger from Slytherin beater Sendak. Really, almost gets his ass kicked and decides to take it out on his brother. Like really?”
“Pidge.” Professor Ryner warned.
“What? It’s true. I mean look at Lance, he’s getting anxiety.” Pidge defended.
“Pidge, I have anxiety.”
“See?”
Keith couldn’t help but laugh as Professor Ryner’s scoldings were caught in the mic. They were suddenly cut off though.
“Both seekers have spotted the snitch!” Pidge announced.
Sure enough, two players were speeding off in the same direction. And Sendak just hit another bludger to him.
“Keith, go!” Lance yelled into the mic, getting yelled at by Professor Ryner.
With a powerful swing, he hit the incoming bludger in the direction of the Slytherin seeker who had started to get ahead. The seeker pulled away to dodge giving the Gryffindor opportunity to grab the snitch.
“Gryffindor caught the snitch! That’s 150 points! Gryffindor wins!”
While the rest of his team went to dogpile on their seeker, Keith flew down to where Lance stood waiting for him. He flew close to box and leaned down so Lance could take his face in his hands and press a kiss to his lips.
“And it seems like the real celebration is up here.”
Lance just showed them his middle finger. The scolding had been worth not parting lips.
It's finally finished! A Sheith Hogwarts au gift fic for @marymsjay-art-and-stuff for the @sheithsecretsanta exchange. My giftee, you are so sweet and patient and understanding and it meant so much to me, I hope you love this fic as much as I do!
Summary: Keith's learned to live with his feelings for Shiro, however complicated they may be. He pushes them down deep so he can be the friend Shiro deserves. But those feelings become much harder to hide when enchanted mistletoe begin to pop up all over the castle; or at least where ever Keith seems to be. And why must it always be Shiro he's stuck with? Turns out, third time's a charm.
Word count/Rating: 3k/Teen and up
Tags: Hogwarts alternate universe, magic mistletoe, first kiss, pining, getting together, Hufflepuff Shiro, Gryffindor Keith
Author's note: Thank you so much to @violetclarity for the last minute beta, and to my cheer readers @teamtakashi and @whiskyandwildflowers for listening to me talk about this fic constantly for the last month and a half. And of course thank you to the sheith secret santa mod for all the hard work they did organizing this exchange. ❤️
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Summary: A story in which Shiro and Keith play Seekers Games. Keith never catches the snitch but somehow he still feels like he's winning.
The sun is particularly bright for September, and it glints off Shiro’s Head Boy badge as Shiro wraps his Hufflepuff scarf more securely around his neck. Warmth prickles at Keith’s face as Shiro smiles, and Keith feels his walls slipping already.
Shiro’s cheeks are pink from the chill in the air, his lips wind-chapped and his hair a disaster. He looks ruffled and happy in a way that makes Keith's chest ache. Sometimes Keith finds Shiro so attractive it actually makes him mad. No one person has the right to be all the things Shiro is—handsome, kind, smart, talented, giving—it’s not fair to the rest of the world. It’s not fair to Keith.
A/N: This is a birthday fic for @restless-red-lion who I love beyond words. What better gift could I give you then combining Sheith & Harry Potter. I really hope you like this! All the love and thanks to @lol-zeitgeistic for beta reading this even though she doesn’t ship Sheith.
Excerpt:
“Ah, you caught me,” Shiro says, eyes twinkling with mirth. “I have a revision period this afternoon so do me a favor and don’t tell anyone I was flying instead. Professor Slav will have my head if he finds out I’m not using this period to do extra revision on my paper about parallel dimensions and time travel using timeturners and the veil.”
“How’s that coming along anyway?” Keith asks, knowing Shiro has been interested in interdimensional travel for longer than he’s known Keith. The Ministry claims that type of interdimensional travel doesn’t exist, but based on the number of books Shiro has hidden in his trunk and his subscription to the Quibbler, Keith’s got it on good authority that somewhere in the Department of Mysteries is a way to travel between worlds.
“Well I don’t have any proof, but my research leads me to believe that in another dimension we’re best friends who fight aliens in giant space robots,” Shiro deadpans.
“Aliens and space robots?” Keith repeats, eyebrow raised.
“Space robots,” he says again, lips thinned in a smile that makes him look younger than his seventeen years.
Keith snorts. “You’re such a bullshitter.”
Shiro shrugs his shoulders looking as if he were fighting back a laugh. “Hey, it could be true. Just promise not to tell anyone, yeah?”
“I won’t tell,” Keith says, unsure if Shiro means about the space robots or the flying, but knowing he wouldn’t tell a soul about either.
