Little first years Luke and y/n coming to hogwarts and being best friends when they were little. They want to be in the same house but then she’s Hufflepuff and he’s not (idk what house for him you pick haha) and she’s all worried they won’t stay friends. They do stay friends at first and then drift apart. They run into each other again finally and realize they’re still best friends and totally in love even though they’re separated by houses and have all different friends and such
this is from when i did the hogwarts blurb night with @cakesunflower but i found it in my drafts and got inspired for it.
it’s also 3k so have fun with that lmao
“Lu, I’m scared.” You whispered once your parents had put you on the express and said their goodbyes. So far, only the older students seemed to be milling around, a lot of them already in their uniforms.
Grabbing your hand tightly, Luke pulled you further onto the train, searching out for an empty compartment, or one which wasn’t overtaken by older students.
Luck was on his side when he happened upon an empty compartment, taking the shrunken luggage out of his pocket before putting it up on the rack, then tapping both trunks so they returned to their normal size.
Once that was done, the two of you sat next to each other, his hand never leaving yours.
“You’re my best friend n’ that ain’t gonna change.” He whispered and you tried to let yourself believe him.
A few of the older years checked in with you both, Luke’s older brothers teasing him when they stuck their heads in before seeing how distressed you were and sitting in the compartment, talking about the cool things you’d get to see whilst at Hogwarts.
The two of you had grown up together, hearing about Hogwarts from his older brothers. And you were excited, but you were scared, especially of losing Luke.
More of his brothers friends seemed to join the compartment and you noticed that they had a mixture of friends from other houses, which was a small relief for you. The older students answered your quiet questions with an amused smile but they were honest with each answer.
By the time you’d reached Hogwarts, the two of you were happily chatting with two other first years who couldn’t find a place to sit and soon the worries about Hogwarts were lost on you, especially when you sailed across the Black Lake, your own gasp echoed by the other first years.
Your name was called and with a whispered good luck and a quick squeeze of your hand from Luke, you went up and sat on the stool, the hat slipping over your eyes slightly.
‘Oh I know exactly where to put you, abundance in loyalty, you’ll do well in your house.’
“Hufflepuff!” The hat cried out and you felt the hat get taken off and you grinned to Luke before joining the cheering house of yellow and black, some of his brothers friends introducing themselves and promising they’ll look out for you as you sat with your year mates.
“Hemmings, Luke!” A few whispers ran up the tables about another Hemmings in Hogwarts as the hat went straight on and you held your breath for a second before the brim ripped open.
Your heart sank, but you clapped for him anyway, sharing excited grins as he went to sit with his brothers.
The next morning, you went down to the Great Hall, grateful it was a Saturday so it meant no lessons, and found Luke sat on the end of his table. When he spotted you, he waved you over.
You sat next to him, the relief that he was still there flooding you.
“The common room is really nice, I don’t really care much for my dorm mates though.” You admitted quietly and he grinned.
“Ours is under the lake. At least you don’t have don’t have dorm mates sucking up to you. My brother got made head boy and everyone is trying to be nice to me to stay on his good side.” He rolled his eyes, making you giggle quietly.
As more students began to filter in for breakfast, the two of you received curious looks from other houses whilst the Slytherins were being downright hostile towards you.
“Hemmings, tell your pet badger to stay at their own table.” One of the older years called down and immediately you blushed. Luke, however, stood his ground.
“It’s breakfast. It’s not like we’re going to the common room.” He snarked back and a few people muttered before falling silent.
“Lu, I don’t want you to isolate yourself because of me.” You whispered and he shook his head.
“You’re my best friend and will be forever,” he promised, “they can get stuffed.”
Part of you wondered if people would ever stop giving you filthy looks as you marched up to the Slytherin table, dripping wet and a snarl on your face.
You spotted the Hemmings that you wanted to talk to.
The older ones laughed, but one of Luke’s brothers—Ben—gave you a concerned glance. You hadn’t noticed you had cuts littering your face.
“Hey little badger, where’s Luke?” His question was casual, shutting up the Slytherin’s that laughed. The Hemmings brothers knew the reputation they had and used it wisely in the snake pit.
“Your moron of a brother decided to learn agumenti but forgot that he has power behind his magic. He’s currently in the infirmary because the idiot got knocked out of the window and broke most of the bones on his right side.”
“And you’re angry because?”
“He told me he didn’t want to see me.” You admitted much more quietly and Ben understood.
“Go see your Head Girl little badger and get yourself cared for. I’ll go check in my little brother.” He got up and a few of his friends protested.
“You’re really going on the word of a blood traitor?” You felt your heart sink.
“They’re Luke’s best friend, even if he’s being an idiot right now. I’d trust them more than I’d trust your parents to tell me that the sky was fucking blue.” He snapped back, effectively ending the conversation. A few looked chagrined as he headed out of the hall and you went in search of the current Head Girl who was in your house.
“Get in a fight with the venomous tentacular again?” The tease made your anger recede as you found her and she healed the various cuts on your face before casting the drying charm.
“No, I just happen to be friends with a dumb boy who thinks he can master a powerful spell with no adult supervision.” You grouched and she laughed before ushering you into the badgers den.
“It’ll get easier. You might as well get changed and relax for the rest of the evening.” She advised and you complied, concerned about Luke.
He normally never turned you away, yet he didn’t want you in the hospital wing with him.
As the year progressed, you found yourself welcomed less and less, most of your dorm mates jeering at the fact that Luke clearly didn’t want or need you.
It hurt to be shut out so harshly and despite Ben being able to see what was happening, he was at a loss of what to do.
His only offering was the fact that you should have the summer together with Luke at one point.
But when you got off the train and watched as Luke didn’t even look your way as he rushed off to find his parents, you greeted yours sadly, a welcomed hug from your father being the only thing to stop the tears from falling in such a public place.
The summer had been a disaster. You’d tried to send owls to Luke, but he refused to return them.
Despite making friends in both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, most had other plans, holidays and obligations to attend. It was the first time summer had been so quiet for you.
You didn’t protest the dancing lessons, nor the etiquette instructor your mother insisted on every year.
That Luke wasn’t with you was neither here nor there. You knew that there would be betrothal contracts, and although you got final say on them—your father overruling your mother on this argument—you knew that eyes would be upon you and it was your duty to family to not cause a scene.
Once more you found yourself on the Express, having said goodbye to your parents and kept yourself composed when you spotted Luke. He ignored you in favour of his friends and a small part of you reminded you of last year and the promise he’d made to you.
“Promises get broken dear, head up and move on.” Is what your mother had said. But that didn’t sit right with you. A promise made is to be a promise kept. And despite your father saying that it was the innocence of children that thought this, you shook your head stubbornly.
“You kept every promise to me growing up. If you couldn’t promise it, you never did.”
He’d been surprised that you’d noticed that, but didn’t refute what you said.
“Maybe Luke should take a leaf from my book then.” He’d calmly replied with. And despite that thought upsetting you that you knew he wouldn’t, you felt better than after your mothers attempts for comforts.
You found some friends and sat with them for the duration and tried your hardest to ignore when Luke finally knocked on the compartment door.
“I need to talk to you.” Your anger reared its head and you couldn’t stop yourself.
“After nearly a year of you either barely speaking with me or outright ignoring me, I think the need to talk walked out of the door long ago. Get out Hemmings.” You snapped.
He reeled back as if you’d slapped him before closing the door and carrying on. Your friends looked at you stunned but the subject moved on as fast as the train was moving.
Now that Ben had left the school and Luke being the remaining Hemmings, it wasn’t a shock to you that you were on the receiving ends of hexes from older Slytherins.
You’d learned the shield charm in your previous years which deflected most of the hexes but some still struck and left you to retreat to the infirmary.
Luke didn’t look at you for the entire year as your treatment from the Slytherin’s left you unwilling to be amongst the student population.
By the end of the year, you’d sequestered yourself to the badgers den, only having to go a little ways to the Kitchens to get dinner from the elves. If anyone noticed or knew, they never said or brought it up. Even with Hogsmeade trips, you weren’t missed and that made your heart sink even further.
When you got off the train that year, in your fathers embrace, he apparated almost instantly to let you cry on his shoulder and tell him about the year you had.
You had to beg him not to storm over to the Hemmings’ residence, saying that it wasn’t worth it for you.
Although he disagreed, he followed your advice.
This summer was certainly better than the last. Your friends had realised that they’d barely spent time with you and bombarded you with owls.
After short notes explaining what was happening, especially the treatment from your dorm mates, your friends were quite justly angry on your behalf. So for the entire summer, you were ferried between your various friends, enjoying the summer days and evenings.
You formed a tight friendship and with these friends, you all began to learn more curses and hexes to payback on those that had made your previous year miserable.
When you got back on the train once more, there was more laughter.
You didn’t look at Luke once.
Your friends were vicious on your dorm mates, especially now that the majority of the Slytherins that had targeted you, had graduated.
A few still tried, but realised that you fought back and had an array of vicious curses too. They soon left you alone.
It was as Christmas approached and you realised that this year would allow your year to finally attend the Yule Ball that was held each year.
It made your heart sink as your friends paired off with other students and you accepted the fact that you would be attending alone.
Until you received a surprise note on a Saturday, three weeks before the Ball.
‘A flower for my apologies, and a token of our friendship. Promises broken aren’t fair to you, so with this token and my heartfelt apology, would you accompany to the Yule Ball?’
You had your suspicions, but the flowers made it clear.
Growing up you’d both been trained on the language of the flowers. The white tulip and lavender rose, twined together made your heart race.
He hadn’t spoken to you since second year and your heart still felt the implication of the flowers. Seeking forgiveness and either enchantment or love at first sight, you weren’t too sure. But you were hesitant, scared.
You knew he was watching you as you left the great hall. You knew that he was going to be following soon after. So you waited until he could glimpse where you were going, to follow after.
Then you came to an unused classroom in the charms corridor.
He stepped in moments later to be met with a wand pointed at him. He raised his hands, showing you that he was unarmed.
“After so long of not speaking, you do this and expect me to fall to my knees for you?” You both ignored the unintentional double meaning behind your words. Luke shook his head.
“I want this, us, to start again. I got lost in the politics of my house, and it was when both Jack and Ben sat me down and gave me a verbal beating did it dawn on me what I was doing.”
“I cried for you, Hemmings. I cried because the one person I truly believed I could rely on broke his promise to me. do you know how often I got my friends to leave you alone when they got the Slytherins back for time times they hexed me into hiding?” Your words had a profound impact on him, anger showing on his normally stoic features.
“They did what?” His voice was dangerous now and you were reminded that his father was Head of the DMLE many years ago.
“I thought you knew, that you would be laughing with them over the fact that I had hidden within the dens to escape being targeted.” You whispered sadly. The look of anger was replaced with sadness.
“We may have not been talking, but I would never do that to you. I hexed enough of my housemates enough times when they badmouthed you, I thought it was enough to give you a semblance of protection.”
“That walked out of the door when Ben left.” Your tone had turned bitter and Luke felt his heart sink. Your own was trying to calm down.
“I’m so sorry.” He stepped forward, and hesitated. When you didn’t move, he closed the distance and his arms were around you.
You fought every urge to cry until the moment his arms were around you and then you couldn’t hold back a second longer.
You weren’t too sure how much time had passed before you finally calmed down and he conjured a handkerchief carefully wiping it away before vanishing it.
“Would you do me the honour of not only attending the ball with this stupid Slytherin, but maybe we can work together in the library?” His words brought a tearful smile to your lips.
“Yes to both, kind sir.” The look of hesitation had you giving him a curious one in return.
“Would the token of my affections allow me to kiss them?” And you giggled as you were hit with a memory from when you were both eight and he’d said the exact words to annoy the governess.
“Absolutely.” You murmured and his lips were on yours, soft and gentle.
You melted into him before he pulled away, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Lets get to the library. I think I owe an apology to your friends too. First, shall we find Professor McGonagall? I’m sure if we asked nicely, she could transfigure these into a brooch of some sort.” His words were met with an enthusiastic kiss.
“Where do this leave us though?” You asked quietly as you took his offered arm. The two of you had done this so many times before, but it felt different this time.
“Would you at least consider, allowing me to court you?” And you felt your heart nearly stop.
“Luke, don’t joke with me about something that serious.” He offered you a nervous smile.
“I’m truly not. I’ve had no interest in anyone apart from you, despite what people may say. I’m not like my brothers. I’ve only ever wanted you, and when you told me off at the start of second year, I realised how badly I messed up.”
“Then why didn’t you try again?”
“Because you were angry.” And you couldn’t blame him. You knew that when you were angry, being reasoned with was out of the question.
“So you decided to wait?”
“I figured if I kept myself quiet, didn’t try to push myself into your life when I wouldn’t be welcomed, but offer a proper apology for my behaviour this year, you would be more willing to listen.” Again you knew he was right.
“If I said I don’t need to think about it because I’ve loved you since we were children, what would you say?” And he smiled.
“That you are a credit to your house, and that I may not deserve you, but I won’t let you go. Not a second time.”
“I don’t think any wards in the world would save you from my father if he discovered you hurt me a second time. It was only because I begged him to let it go that you didn’t receive a personal howler from him.” And Luke flushed, but you leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“He’s going to make this difficult isn’t he?” And you shook your head.
“Not if I tell him we intend to be betrothed before we start next year. I think he knew we would get to this point eventually and accepted it long ago. And he’ll leave well enough alone if he decides to say anything about it. If I get to marry the person I love, he’ll be happy enough for me.”
The smile on Luke’s face lasted the rest of the day.
