Never Could Be Sweeter Than With You
After years of having Jimmy and Sassy, Max was used to their antics whenever they were left alone, but this was different. It was no longer only his things they would be ruining, but also Charles’. And surely Charles didn’t sign up for this. That’s what worried him, what if Charles saw all the trouble they caused and decided to go back on his decision to live together? Not that he would ever give up Jimmy and Sassy, they’re his children, his family.
But Charles is the love of his life.
That’s reason to be anxious.
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen - Read on AO3
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I thought of Christian being a defense against the dark arts guy... There's no way he's teaching Charms 😂
Yes! DADA was my first thought too. I briefly thought maybe Transfiguration and then he can have a fierce rivalry with Divination's Professor Wolff (he honestly talks about W14 like it's worse than the Grim). 🤣
Lestappen blurb time (aka. how I coped while watching Ferrari during FP3):
"We need to talk," hissed Max as he slid into the empty seat next to his target. He slammed the piece of parchment down in front of Charles, who blinked lazily at his irate tone. "About you hogging the Quidditch pitch."
Charles sniffed and peered down at the tiny writing on the parchment: 'I, Professor Vasseur, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice before class from Wednesday to Friday, owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'
The Slytherin Quidditch captain gave him an indifferent shrug. "Perhaps you would like to take it up with Professor Vasseur."
Max glared at him. "That's three out of five weekdays!"
Vasseur may wear a jolly little smile, but the Potions Master was a die-hard Slytherin at heart and Charles knew it.
"With your math skills, no wonder you're so good at Arithmancy." Charles beamed at him, ignoring the twitch in Max's jaw.
"The rest of us need to practice too," he snapped.
"Then book the pitch early, Captain." Charles rolled his eyes, as he flipped open his copy of Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Max groaned.
"What now?"
"I left my textbook in the Prefects' bathroom."
Charles wiggled a single eyebrow at him.
"Don't start -" warned Max.
"I wasn't going to say -"
"On top of your bathrobe."
It was Charles' turn to groan, but he still begrudgingly pushed his own book towards the centre of the table so they could share. "Max, I swear people are going to find out -"
"Well, that would be a damn shame, wouldn't it?" grumbled Max, nudging the textbook closer to himself, only stopping when Charles rapped his knuckles with a sharp tap of his wand. "Daily Prophet headline: Fierce Quidditch rivals caught sucking face in Prefects' - OW!" The pointy end of Charles' wand found his sternum, singeing the edge of his Gryffindor house tie.
Max turned to glare at him, but suddenly found every eye in the classroom trained on him.
Their instructor crossed his arms. "Anything you'd like to share with the class, Max?"
"No, Professor Horner," he mumbled, still glaring at Charles who was doing his best to hide a smirk.
The Head of Gryffindor House frowned at his student. "Then perhaps you would like to demonstrate the progress you've made on the Patronus Charm." Christian gestured for him to stand.
Max straightened his tie (making a mental note that Charles owes him a new one) and took a step into the aisle.
"Make sure it's a powerful memory," emphasized Christian. "The most positive one you can summon."
Max couldn't help but spare a sideways glance at Charles. He smiled. "Last May, " he whispered to Charles, "me holding the Quidditch Cup in front of your face."
Charles' hand twitched dangerously around his wand, but he refrained from cursing Max, clearly preferring not to spend those hard-earned Quidditch practice hours in detention with Professor Horner instead.
Max raised his wand. He had fully intended to summon the memory he had described to Charles - but a clearer, brighter, more recent memory came to his mind unbidden:
The two of them. Five hours ago. After placing an Anti-Alohomora Charm on the door to the Prefects' bathroom. Charles laughed after some of the soapy water splashed into Max's eyes. The joke was on him though after Max leaned in to kiss him - an effective distraction - and then unloaded a handful of colourful bubbles right between Charles' parted lips. His Slytherin rival had sputtered, batting away the offending green soap bubbles (the colour really did match his eyes) and lunged at Max -
"Expecto Patronum!"
A silver lion burst forth from the tip of Max's wand and roared, drawing impressed gasps from their fellow fifth years. His Patronus then pounced across the length of the classroom to the sound of scattered applause.
"Well done!" praised Christian, who looked more than a little impressed, a rare admittance from their usually unbothered Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. "A fully corporeal Patronus is beyond even N.E.W.T. level. Twenty points to Gryffindor."
Max sauntered back to his seat, but not before shooting Charles a smug grin. Almost on cue, his Patronus made a beeline for Charles, circling twice around him before shaking its mane playfully in front of the Slytherin. Charles rolled his eyes but petted one of its giant paws - as much as one could pet a non-solid entity. The lion purred in response before making a final leap out the window and out of sight.
Charles shrugged, but his lips quivered to suppress a smile; the dimples gave him away. "Not as impressive as mine," he whispered.
The warmth from his breath lingered against Max's cheek.
Max cleared his throat, turning away to regain some composure. "My lion is bigger than your horse," he sniped back.
"It's a thestral, not a horse!" corrected Charles indignantly.
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FYI @cupidskissx @alestire @strawberryfieldsandflowers and anyone else I have rambled to recently about Hogwarts Lestappen, Crucio is permissible in dire situations 🙃, but it's never morally appropriate to hog the Prefects' bathroom. I have standards, you know.
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