Please Don’t Be In Love With Someone Else
A five plus one for my OC, Amethyst Black. She is Sirius’s twin and Peter’s replacement in the Marauders. This is written from Fab’s POV and it’s just a little something to get me back into writing after my very long hiatus. It’s five times Fab almost told Amethyst he loved her and the one time he actually did. Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged.
The start of Quidditch season often lead to parties in the Gryffindor Common Room. Parties with firewhiskey and Sirius’ loud obnoxious music. And Amethyst. No matter how much he tried to look away, Fabian found himself staring at her. He’d had feelings for her for a few months. He’d realized that at the end of fourth year and hoped they’d go away over the summer. They did not. Fab ran his hand through his red hair. Meth was forbidden. Sirius’ twin sister and a marauder herself. If Fab stepped so much as a hair out of line, Sirius, James and Remus would be on his case. He wasn’t sure who he was scared of more. But maybe Amethyst was worth that risk.
Or maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about her. The way she danced with the Hufflepuff seeker certainly seemed to suggest that. It sent a stabbing pain through his chest. He’d never felt anything like it before.
“Fab! Come dance.” Meth slid into the chair across from him. Her dark bangs fell over her face, nearly covering her eyes. Fab had to fight every instinct to lean over and brush them away.
“Please?” She pouted and placed her hand over his. Kiss her. Fabian pushed away those thoughts as far away as he could.
“Amethyst, I said I’m fine. Besides, I wouldn’t wanna interrupt you and Boy-Wonder over there.” That was uncalled for. Fab knew that. He just couldn’t help himself.
“Fab, that’s not- I just-”
“Seriously, Meth, go.” Please don’t go.
Meth immediately pulled away her hand. She looked upset. Fuck. “That’s not fair, Fabian.”
“I don’t care.” Yes, I do. I care a lot.
“Yes. Yes, I do, Amethyst. I lo-” I love you. Fab caught himself before he could finish that sentence. She was not wrong. He had no right. Hell, this was quite possibly the first time he’d even been able to admit that he loved her. He did love her, though. There was no denying it. It felt good to be able to admit that, even if it was just to himself. Now he just had to figure out a way to undo the damage he’d done.
It had taken effort to mend their friendship after that, but Fab was nothing if not persistent. He had invited Amethyst to his practices, as an apology. An apology Meth had graciously accepted. He waved to her from across the pitch. Her long hair blew gently in the soft wind and Fab had never seen anything so beautiful. He held up two fingers and mouthed, “Two minutes.”
Meth smiled and it nearly killed the redheaded chaser. He couldn’t wait to be done with practice for the night. He also couldn’t help wonder how this could have just as easily been a date, if he only had the balls to tell her how he felt. Six feet of pure muscle and still he was weak every time he was around her. There was still time, though. Maybe he could still turn it into a date.
James sounded his whistle and Fab didn’t even take the time to change out of his sweaty jersey before making his way to Amethyst. “Ready to go?”
“Actually, I was hoping we could stay out here a little longer.” Meth looked at him with so much hope in her eyes, Fabian just couldn’t say no. He quietly took a spot next to her. “It’s just that the night is so beautiful. It would be a shame to spend it inside.”
“Very beautiful, indeed.”
Meth linked her arm through his and gently rested her face on his shoulder. Fab was sure his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He had no doubt his face was as red as his hair. He was just glad Meth wasn’t looking at him right now.
“You know, I used to love watching the stars when I was a little girl. I still do, I suppose. They are oddly relaxing.”
“Are you okay? You seem quiet.” Say something, idiot. It’s now or never.
“Yes?” She looked up at him, not removing her head from his shoulder. Her somber grey eyes looked almost silver. Fab could see the stars sparkling in them. She was breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful that she managed to dissolve all the courage Fab had gathered.
“I- uh, nothing.” It’s never, I suppose.
They say love makes you lose sleep. They’re right. It was nearly 2 am and every time Fab closed his eyes, he only saw her face. Her laugh echoed through his ears, like a song stuck in his head. He pushed away the blanket and quickly wore his boxers. If he wasn’t going to sleep, he might as well make himself productive and study for his OWLs. He tiptoed down the stairs, trying his best not to wake anybody else.
The common room, as usual, was empty at this hour of the night. Fab waved his wand for some tea and grabbed a fresh scroll of parchment. Damn, that transfiguration lesson. It was his weakest class. He had hoped to study for it over Christmas break but hadn’t had the time. Try as he might, he just could not work his way through the problem. His mind kept going back to Amethyst. He hadn’t seen her since they had gotten back from break. It worried him. He had heard Sirius talk to his friends about his parents. Though he did not know exactly what the twins had gone through over break, Fab knew it was nothing good. He had seen the scars on Sirius’ back. It destroyed him to think that Meth might have matching ones.
“Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting?” The voice was quiet, but it was undeniably hers. Fab looked up and there she was. Meth’s hair was shorter than it had been before, barely grazing her collarbones. It looked really sexy. She looked like she had been crying. It broke Fabian’s heart to see her like that.
“Merlin, no, not at all. Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”
“N-no. I just…can’t sleep.”
“Bad dream?” She nodded ever so slightly. “Meth, you want to talk about it?”
“Can- can I just sit here for a while?”
“Of course you can, darling.” She sat beside him and Fab instinctively grabbed her hand. “You can always talk to me. You know that, right? About anything you want.”
Another short nod. He had never seen her like that. There had to be some way he could fix that.
“Thank you, Fab. I mean it. I think I just need to be around a friend right now.”
“Should I wake James or Sirius?”
“No, no. I want to be around you. Please.” Fab smiled and squeezed her hand gently. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he was sure she had paused before saying the word “friend.” Regardless, it was nice to sit with her like that. Despite the silence, they felt comfortable around each other.
“You’re doing it wrong, you know.” She mumbled, resting her head against the table. Without so much as a warning, she grabbed his hand. “Move your wrist in a circular motion, like that.”
Just as she finished her sentence, Fab watched the goblet in front of him turn into a pair of brand new quidditch boots.
“I didn’t do anything, Fabian. You did.” She winked at him before returning her head to the desk.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
“I know.” Fab watched as her eyes fell shut.
Fabian gently lifted her to the couch, wrapping her in his jacket. She looked so peaceful. He brushed a hair out of her face, gently tucking it away.
“Good night, Amethyst. I love you.” He managed to whisper and hoped to Merlin she hadn’t heard him.
This was possibly the best quidditch game they had had all season. Slytherin didn’t know what hit them. Literally. Fab was sure Marlene had knocked a couple of Mulciber’s teeth out with a bludger. There were celebrations all around in the Gryffindor locker rooms. What a spectacular way to end the season. However, the Slytherins did not think so. They seemed ready to attack the winning team. Unlike most of his team mates, Fabian was usually calm under situations like these. Despite how obnoxious the Carrows were.
“I suppose everyone gets lucky sometimes.” Malfoy taunted.
“Yeah, except you, Blondie. You’re not getting lucky anytime soon.” James countered. Fab may not like this type of confrontation, but he had to admit that was funny.
“If only your game was as fast as your wit, Potter.”
“If you want to call that pathetic attempt a win.”
“Well, at least we don’t have to buy our trophies.”
“Not that you can, anyway. Right, Prewett?” Fab didn’t like it when people commented on his financial situation, but he’d grown accustomed to it. “Besides, wasn’t Black just written out of the inheritance?”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Fab saw James grab Sirius’ hand to steady him. “Watch it, Malfoy.”
“Always quick to defend the Blacks, Potter. Are you sleeping with his sister or something? Not that that would surprise anyone. Amethyst has quite the past-”
A wave of anger flooded through Fabian’s body. His jaw set and before he could register what was happening, he clocked Malfoy across the face. The punch was hard enough that it was going to leave a bruise on the chaser’s hand. Fab didn’t care about that right now. He couldn’t stand anyone talking about Meth like that.
“Don’t you ever talk about her like that again, or I swear I’ll fucking kill you.” Fab could hear the venom in his own voice. This wasn’t him but nobody, nobody, talked about his girl like that. She’s not your girl, you know. But she will be, eventually. Hopefully.
Just as the shock of what he had just done set in, his teammates gathered around to help him out. The pain started stinging his hand. Worth it.
“Let’s get some ice on that hand.”
The walk to the common room was short. He could feel the pain in his hand get worse. This was going to be a bitch to heal. Or maybe, it wasn’t.
Meth was sitting in the common room, her feet up on the table in front of her. She looked over and smiled at them. Half of Fab’s hand healed right there.
“Hey, boys. I heard you won the season. Congratulations!” The way she looked at them was intoxicating.
“Freckles over there just clocked Malfoy across the face. It was kinda sexy, if I’m being honest.” Thanks, James.
“I expected this from James or my brother. I didn’t think you were the type to go around punching people.” She was disappointed. Fuck.
“You can’t punch people every time they say something about you.”
“To be fair, he punched Malfoy because he called you a slut. Well, not in those words but he did.” Shut up, James.
Meth’s expression softened. She grabbed his injured hand in her own. “You don’t have to beat somebody up for me. It’s not your job.”
“It’s ours.” James and Sirius chimed in. “And we were going to. He just beat us to it.”
“Shut up, assholes. Let them talk.” This is why Remus is my favorite.
“Of course, it is my job. Amethyst, I lo- Of course, that’s my job. You’re my friend.”
“I’m your friend, too. Never stepped in to defend me, did you, Prewett?” Fab sent his team captain a death glare.
“Leave him alone, James.” Fab smiled. He could get used to this. Once he actually got the courage to admit his feelings for her at least.
Potions wasn’t all that bad once Fabian got the hang of it. He wasn’t top of his class or anything but he could definitely get an O on his OWLs for this class. It was a lot like cooking, actually. Yet, he was nervous for today’s lecture. Everyone was, including Lily Evans. She was the best in their class. Slughorn had said so himself. They had good reason to be nervous. The lecture was about Amortentia, the love potion. It carried the smell of the person you were most in love with. In Fab’s case, it was going to be Amethyst Black.
“If that smells like Potter, I swear to Merlin-” Lily swore, stirring her cauldron.
“Do you want it to smell like Potter, Evans?” Black answered, a grin on his face. Lily shot him a very dangerous look and mumbled something Fabian couldn’t quite make out. He was too busy looking at Amethyst, trying to guess what she could be smelling in her potion. A small smile crept on his face as he caught the distinct smell of rain and wet grass. He could also identify the sharp scent of firewhiskey. It was subtle but there was a hint of lavender. Yeah, that smells exactly like her.
Slughorn went around the room, asking everyone what they smelt in the potion in front of them. Some replies were honest, others not so much. Fab dreaded being asked that question. There was no way he could admit his feelings for Amethyst in front of everyone. He couldn’t even admit them in front of her. Hell, he hadn’t even told Gideon yet. So lost in how he’d respond, he almost missed the question.
There was a long pause. Fab could feel everyone looking at him, including Amethyst. He wanted to say it. He wanted to tell her.
“I-” The shrill ringing of the bell cut him off.
“Next time then, Mr. Prewett.” Fab shoved his books into his backpack and ran to the door. He had to catch Meth before her next class.
“AMETHYST!” He yelled instinctively. She turned around, but so did James, Sirius and Remus. Why did they always have to walk like a fucking pack? “Uh, hi.”
“I was just wondering what, uh, what you smelt in the potion?” God, he never tripped over his words like that. Meth looked at him, as if she was studying his face, one freckle at a time.
“Ginger. I smelt ginger.”
“Like, the spice?” Meth nodded in response.
“That’s not how it works, Zer.” Remus leaned down and whispered in Meth’s ear, barely loud enough for Fab to hear. Meth quickly followed that by a glare that made the taller boy back off almost immediately. Fab wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew that he definitely did not smell like ginger.
“What, uh, what did you smell, Fab.”
“Nothing. I smelt nothing.” Fab hated lying to her but he couldn’t tell her the truth either. It was clear she didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t bear to lose her as a friend too.
The best, and the worst, part about having James as the captain was that he made them practice even when the season was over. At least Amethyst came to watch. Just thinking about her made Fab smile. He quickly caught himself, knowing that if any of his teammates saw him, he’d never hear the end of it. He slid out of his sweaty jersey and looked into the mirror. The full length, anti-fog mirrors in the boys locker room could even make Malfoy look good.
“Admiring ourselves, Prewett? Seriously, how are you single?”
“Flattered, James, but unfortunately I don’t swing that way. Besides, I already like somebody.” The words left Fab’s mouth too quick for his brain to be able to stop him. James looked at him curiously.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, you do.” It actually felt good to be able to talk to somebody about Amethyst. That changed very quickly when Fab saw James’ smirk grow.
“You do know if you ever hurt her, Sirius would kill you. I’ll help him.”
“Oh, Prewett. Half the school knows. Except her and Sirius. Even McGonagall knows.”
“Well, I promise you I’m never going to hurt her. I love her.” A small laugh escaped his lips. “Holy fucking Merlin, I love Amethyst Black.”
The boys heard the lock click in one of the stalls behind them. The door swung open, revealing a very shocked Amethyst. Fab felt like his heart would stop right there.
“What are the chances you heard any of that?” Meth looked at him and then at James. Then back at him.
“James, get out.” Great. Now it was just the two of them. She took a couple steps closer to him.
“Oh fuck, Meth, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“I mean I did mean it. I…I do love you. But I don’t want our friendship-” She cut him off by kissing him on the mouth. She tasted sweeter than he had thought. Fab also noticed she was on her toes. He hadn’t realized how short she was until now. The kiss was everything he wanted and so much more. His arms wrapped around her waist and hers rested around his neck, her fingers playing with the back of his hair. He could stay like that forever. Unfortunately, the need to breathe separated them.
“Wait a minute, what are you doing in the boys’ room anyway?” He asked, when he finally caught his breath.
“I, uh, I hid here to prank James and Sirius. I didn’t know I’d find you here. Especially not like this.” Fab smiled down at her, causing her to laugh. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
