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aris-ink · 2 years

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HII!! Just saw your post. Excited for Halloween! It woukd be so cool if you did a oneshot of the naknae line with con noncon, somnophilia and double penetration. I know this is super intense but hope you write it. :))

hi! ❤ so am I! oh honey, all I can say is: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy the ride lmao

pairing: maknae line x reader

genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au

warnings: mentions of corruption and manipulation, dub con, allusions to con noncon, somnophilia, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, a little bit of oral, slight degradation mixed in with praise, creampie

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Your breathing was soft as the summer breeze as you slept, the fingertips tracing the curve of your spine even softer. It wasn't the first time you fell asleep cuddled up to Jimin, clinging to him like a kitten would to its owner. He never accepted your apologies afterwards; he was content holding you in his arms through the night. But in the dark, its shadows called to his own, your lowered guard and trust in him stirring something odd and ancient in his body.

"She's out like a light," he whispered, his slender fingers beginning to rub soothing circles into your back.

"Isn't she always?" Taehyung murmured sleepily.

He's been lying on the bed right beside you, one arm thrown over your waist. Movie nights with your roommates were a pretty common occurrence, a way for you to unwind after a long week of constant assignments. It wasn't the first time you dozed off during one of those, either, the tv already off to ensure that its light doesn't disturb you.

It was truly something special; to get along with the people you lived with, to be so close and comfortable you could just let go. It somehow didn't strike you as odd, the way your life outside your shared apartment seemed to start falling apart when you met. You were too busy seeking comfort, chasing stability; and they made sure to provide just that.

It didn't matter that your dates and friendships weren't working out anymore. It was all for a higher purpose, your own good, a bitter taste of reality they liked to soothe with sweet promises and reassurance. They knew what you needed; even if you didn't.

A sigh was let out against the nape of your neck as Taehyung shifted closer to you, his chest pressing against your back. It wasn't his intention to slide his hand beneath your shirt. It was an almost absentminded gesture, the caress of his palm on your stomach saturated with warmth, his lashes tickling your shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. He just wanted to feel closer to you, that was all. Though his body seemed more aware of his real thoughts and intentions than his heart, his stomach flipping and cock hardening slowly.

He couldn't help it; the curve of your ass hugged his growing length, separated by nothing but his jeans and your pretty little panties. You rarely ever went to sleep in anything that wasn't a big, comfortable t-shirt (usually one of theirs).

Laughter disguised as a puff of air tickled your neck as Jimin watched Taehyung press his hips into you.

"Can't you wait until she's out a little longer?"

Taehyung trailed his hand down to your ass, giving it a loving squeeze.

"What for? She sleeps like a log."

He would know.

Jimin hummed, watching Taehyung's hand trail back to your t-shirt. He lifted it with no hesitation, exposing your breasts to the preying eyes of the man whose embrace you fell asleep in so easily. Your nipples stiffened in the cool air. Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his dick that had started already when you dozed off.

Taehyung, on the other hand, didn't really seem to want to take his time, both of his hands groping your tits like he couldn't get enough. He caught a hardened bud in between two fingers, lazily switching between rolling and pinching. A visible shiver ran through you at the actions.

On the floor, Jungkook suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.

"Shit."

He blinked several times and sat up, puffy eyes immediately shifting to you, taking in the scene before him with a twinge of regret.

Not for the right reasons. What was right, and what was wrong, anyway? The lines blurred too much for him to tell. They were getting blurry for you, too.

"How long was I out?" He questioned, swallowing harshly, unable to look away from the way Taehyung played with you, heat spreading all the way from his neck to his abdomen.

"Long enough," Jimin whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.

Jungkook inched closer to the bed. He was already hard, entranced by the darkness and beauty mixing together into fireworks right before his eyes.

A small whimper escaped you.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side at the sound and sat up as well, gently lifting your knee. His eyes burned into the sight he was greeted with, cock twitching in his briefs. He could practically see the outlines of your pussy in the flimsy material of your panties, the wet patch on them never failing to take his breath away.

"Look at that," he murmured.

Jungkook leaned in. Even Jimin lifted his head. Both watched in anticipation as Taehyung pressed his finger into your wet, clothed clit, rubbing it in soft circles.

"You see that?" He asked, dark eyes stuck on your pretty cunt, unable to look away. "Sleeping like an angel, leaking like a whore. God, I love her."

Jimin's head fell back onto the pillow, a filthy, hushed groan leaving his lips. But he lifted it right back up when he heard the unbuckling of a belt, Taehyung's impatient fingers already pulling down his zipper.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Fuck no," Jimin shook his head, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "She's sleeping with me tonight. You got more than enough."

"Don't worry," Taehyung almost sneered, settling down to lie behind you again. "I won't get in your way."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, but the only answer he got was your panties being pulled aside. Taehyung's thick, stiff cock landed right in between your drenched folds, the tip pulsing and weeping for your attention. His jaw tensed, stomach tightening at the feeling of your wet heat. He only moved his hips a few times, listening to your breath come out in a shudder, coating himself in your slick until his cock glistened all over.

And then in one, smooth motion, he pressed the tip right to the entrance of your ass.

Jungkook leaned forward, the flush on his face visible even in the dark. He licked his lips, his hand unconsciously squeezing at the bulge in his sweats, because he felt as though he was going to explode.

"Does- does she like that?" He whispered.

He watched Taehyung slide right in, inch by inch, ever so slowly; filling you to the brim with his cock, your body nearly trembling at the intrusion.

"Yeah," Taehyung bit his lip. "Liked it many times. She just doesn't know it yet. Fuck."

His strong thighs trembled too as he settled inside you, his chest heaving with the effort of trying to stay quiet.

A beat.

"What the fuck?" Jimin breathed.

And yet that seemed to be his undoing. He was desperate to be buried deep in the warm walls of your pussy, and he couldn't imagine just how tight you would get with Taehyung already splitting you open from behind. He sighed, throwing all caution to the wind and sliding down his pants. And damn did it feel good to be free of their confines.

"S-shit," Taehyung clenched his teeth, pulling out of you slowly only to slam back in. His cock was all the way in heaven; nevermind that it only took tainting an angel. All the better, all the warmer, all the tighter.

He fucked himself into your ass slowly, every vein on his cock thrumming with excitement. You whimpered again, louder this time, and he shushed you with sweet words, just like he did whenever you cried.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. You're okay."

But now, there was a grunt he had to hold back in between the fragile syllables.

Gently, to the rhythm that he was creating, Jimin guided his cock to the gushing entrance of your cunt. He slipped inside in one, smooth thrust, his skin tingling with heat. He's been holding back for too long, a whine slipping past his plump lips immediately.

You were trapped in between strong muscles moving you back and forth, small noises building up in your throat, your eyebrows furrowing, like something wicked was trying to disturb your dreams.

And that was the case, after all.

"She's so fucking wet," Jimin swore, his thrusts speeding up, rational thoughts gone out the window. All he knew was the heat of your cunt, and the feral need to fill it with his cock. Taehyung let himself groan at last, trying to soothe you in your restless sleep; but what started off as a gentle touch turned to his fingers digging into your hips.

The squelching noises of their thrusts began to grow louder, mingling in the air with the slapping of skin on skin. A fire was spreading through your body, its bright, burning flame slowly pulling you from your slumber. The first thing you felt was sweat; your body felt sticky with it. The pleasure shooting through your core had you startling, tired eyes locking on Jimin.

You gasped, the pounding you were taking turning your brain into mush, confusion making your chest tighten.

"Fuck," Jimin almost stilled; almost. "You awake, baby?"

A muffled moan was all you were able to provide. Your mind was too hazy to comprehend the shock of hearing Taehyung growl behind you, his hips snapping harder against yours to fuck you into oblivion.

What the hell was going on? You felt too good to find the answers, your toes curling and moans building up in your throat. How did this happen?

"Don't look so fucking shocked right now, baby," Jungkook cooed.

Your head snapped up. He stood before you by the bed, lowering his pants to reveal his hard cock. It was pretty, wet with beads of precum, the tip almost a dark, angry red. You blinked, unable to speak up even if you could form a coherent sentence right now. He grabbed onto your hair, his hand wrapped around the long length, stopping no more than an inch in front your mouth.

"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"

You blinked up at him again, the coil in your stomach tightening along with your cunt. It gushed a fresh, new wave of arousal, your body heating up at an alarming rate, like it was going through a fever.

"Oh yeah, she definitely doesn't mind," Jimin groaned. "Clenching like she's in- agh- heat."

A smirk from Jungkook at that was all the preparation you had before he started pressing his neglected cock into your parted lips, smearing them with precum.

Your thighs were beginning to shake, Jimin's harsh, shallow breaths mingling with the little noises of pleasure he was making. Taehyung wasn't any better, grunting right into your ear, bringing your senses to the brink of overstimulation. You didn't think you've ever felt so full in your life, disorientation making you part your lips further, like a toy waiting to be used.

"What a good baby," Jungkook sighed, holding your eyes as the first inch of his hard cock landed on your tongue.

"You gonna come?" He taunted, tilting his head to the side. His cock already felt heavy, tapping the tip of your tongue and leaking onto it. "Gonna come from being all stuffed and used, huh?"

There was a tiny part of you still left untouched by them before this; it caused a flicker of doubt to appear in your head, a lone candle in the hazy shadows. You probably shouldn't like this. You probably shouldn't.

"Go on, then," Jungkook cooed again, slapping his cock against your tongue some more. "Come like a good girl and maybe you'll get a reward."

The candle went out. You collapsed in between Taehyung and Jimin, unaware of anything but the coil that snapped in your stomach, a blissful, white heat that spread through you as you clenched and unclenched around the two cocks ramming into you with reckless abandon.

You couldn't tell whose cum was running down your thighs, mixing with yours, the hands all over your body trying to bring you back down to earth. It was soothing, the small kisses being left on your shoulder, praises you couldn't quite make out yet but still felt in your heart, a welcome kind of tenderness.

"So well, you did so well."

"Pretty baby. So fucking pretty. Felt good?"

"Look at me, angel. You okay?"

All of these words sounded different, but really meant the same thing. Mine, mine, mine. You're all mine. I got you. And now you know.

And somehow it felt more than right.

#adhdshshfh #I hope this is okay!#bts x reader #yandere bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #bts reactions

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ariparri · 4 years

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Flowers

Pairing: Diego x Veruca (With a hint of Tulip x Carson)

Written by cursedautumn on Instagram

A/N: This was written from a story for art type of trade we made on IG. English isn’t cursedautumn's first language, so she apologizes if there are any mistakes.

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Day 1

It was the fall of 1988. This fall, in contrast to several previous ones, was full of sweet aroma of rotting leaves and the hot honey sun covering playgrounds, classrooms, and the forest near Hogwarts; fresh gold autumn leaf carpet lay on the stone slabs of the courtyard and soft field grass; saturated with moisture, the trees are seriously bent and the crystal was glittering with rain drops, remaining after another warm rain. The sky was clear and blue, with a milky foam of clouds, and it was tempting to run out of the heavy walls of the castle and lie under it, roll on the grass, feel the sweet water drops on your tongue, and run to the lake, which shone like pure crystal, and a couple of students even swam there once — although they had to report to Professor McGonagall and serve detention for quite a long time afterwards.

Veruca McQuaid went into the courtyard and sat by the fountain, near the place where everyone usually play Gobstones. After sitting in the semi-darkness of the Slytherin common room for almost twenty-four hours, she just needed a little bit of fresh air. She had expected to skip lunch and spend the rest of the day here alone with her homework and a bottle of cold pumpkin fizz, but her plans for privacy were not going to come true, because ten minutes after Veruca settled down next to the fountain, a voice came from above her head, "Hello, Veruca."

"Oh, Merlin!" thought Veruca with exasperation, and looking up, she recognized the intruder as Diego Caplan, a fellow Hufflepuff, a well-known ladies' man and a very good duelist. He always had a contented swarthy face, a strange yellow scarf, and beautiful dark eyes. He was holding a small bouquet of red roses and smiling. "Caplan? Veruca asked indifferently. "Well, hello."

"I hope I'm not interrupting you," Diego said with a charming smile. Veruca was tempted to say that he was interrupting, but she just smiled tightly and shook her head. To be honest, she was never hypocritical and enjoyed interacting with people, but right now Caplan chose a very inappropriate moment to talk to her... or whatever he wanted to do. "Did you want something?"

"Yes." Diego peremptorily handed her the aforementioned bouquet of roses and flashed his snow-white teeth. His smile was attractive and confident. "This is for you. I thought that such a beauty just needs a bouquet of flowers."

Veruca accepted the bouquet, but she wasn't sure why Diego had done it in the first place. She had never been insecure, but didn't consider herself strikingly beautiful either: a pretty face framed by dark hair, light green eyes, neat pink lips, and a well-formed figure - that's all, so Diego probably didn't want to grab her attention because of her incredible beauty, even though he said so.

She was also Coby McQuaid's sister, and a lot of guys shunned her just because they were afraid that the "crazy brother" would appear out of nowhere and wring their necks for his little sister. In general, she sceptically smiled at the bouquet, and said:

"Thank you. Now leave me alone, please, I'm a little busy."

Diego left after blowing her a final kiss, and Veruca gave the bouquet to Penny the same day — she simply couldn't believe that Caplan could really be interested in her. Most likely, he wanted new sensations, that's all. But if he thinks he's found a goal for one day, he's very, very wrong, Veruca thought with a grin as she watched Penny lovingly arrange a bouquet of roses in front of the statue of the headless knight.

Day 2

It rained that day, and the flying lesson with madam Hooch was canceled. Veruca, who had not slept well last night, was not too upset: she had no desire to cut through the thick, glass-like walls of rain on a broomstick. She spent the entire first half of the day running between classes, listening to Snape's unflattering comments about her personality, her brother, and so on, sitting in madam Rakepick's perfume-and-wood-scented classroom, and spending time with Penny and Chiara. Penny once said, "By the way, you shouldn't have refused the roses, they were so beautiful!"

"Yeah," Veruca grinned and looked at the Ravenclaw girls as they passed. One of them, a girl with dark eyes and fluffy brown hair, mentioned Diego Caplan in the conversation, and several of her friends immediately began to whisper and giggle with curiosity. It seemed that only Veruca disliked him, for even Merula spoke quite favorably of him, and if Merula approved of a person, then it was a waste of time — everyone adored him without exception, and there was nothing to be done about it.

On this day, Veruca couldn't shake the eerie yet strangely pleasant feeling that someone was watching her. Someone's already familiar dark eyes, clear and sly. It seemed to her that someone was staring at her back in class, studying her face at lunch, spying on her during recess... This, however, did not inspire her with any fear, firstly, because Veruca had managed to get used to being watched during her five years at Hogwarts, and secondly, it was a kind of harmless surveillance - as if she was an interesting performance, and she was being watched by a curious spectator. And for some reason, it never occurred to her that it might be HIM...

"Ahem-ahem."

Veruca shivered and looked up from her potions homework. In the faint greenish light of the Slytherin drawing room Merula Snyde's pale face looked like a cloud of smoky mist with two purple lightning-like eyes. She was holding a small bouquet of purple orchids wrapped in shimmering translucent pale yellow paper.

It exuded a sweet fragrance that overlaid the smell of underground dampness and pine needles (there were scented candles in the living room), and it looked lovely. A cream-colored paper was perched between the purple blossoms.

"What is it?" Veruca was taken aback. She had seen a lot in her life, but... for Merula to give her flowers?.. However, fortunately, the rival muttered, "Somebody asked me to give this to you," she plopped the bouquet on the table, the soles of her gaudy leather boots clattering indignantly, then went into their shared bedroom and slammed the door.

Veruca had no idea, freaked out if a classmate saw because it was torn away from the important contemplation of their own greatness or because Merula handed the bouquet to her and no one thought to do that; but understand she did not and pulled out a fragrant bouquet of cream paper box, which was briefly written:

"It is not good to give the gifts away, Veruca. But I'll try again, since you didn't take me seriously. -D.C.".

It wasn't hard to guess that D.C. was Diego Caplan. Well, then, he really wanted to get her attention for a while. At first Veruca felt flattered by the attention, then offended, because she didn't like intrusive people, and then she just decided to let the boy indulge. After all, she couldn't possibly forbid Diego from sending her flowers, so Veruca just got up, went to the trash can, and threw the unfortunate bouquet in there. The sweet scent gave her a headache. Let Caplan send her his stupid flowers as much as he wants. Let him... It's just a little cruel joke, isn't it?

Day 3

Sunflowers. Bright yellow, like Hufflepuff robes, as if woven from sunlight, they caught Veruca's eye as soon as she opened them. At first she didn't understand why the dark green Slytherin dorm room seemed to have a window that let in a flood of thick sun, but then she looked up and saw the pretty heads of flowers perched on her nightstand. The sunflowers didn't fit in with the luxurious and dark atmosphere of the room, and as she passed by, Ismelda grumbled that she should have gotten them, and immediately would throw them away.

Veruca, oddly enough, felt more alive and somehow light when she saw these flowers. They were so simple, of the usual yellow color, not scarlet roses or purple orchids, but she liked them very much, until she found it in the pile of golden flowers the same small creamy square, on which was written the same handwriting as yesterday:

"Attempt number three. I hope you like it and don't throw them away or give them to someone else. -D. C.".

Veruca furiously crumpled the paper and threw it away. Caplan could be as nice and generous as he liked, but his impudence and desire to use her for his own incomprehensible purposes irritated her terribly, so she hastily changed her clothes and washed up, took the sunflowers and went straight out of the living room with them, catching the surprised and mocking looks of her classmates and others. 'I'll kill you, Caplan,' Veruca thought as she left the common room.

To be honest, she liked the flowers very much, but Diego Caplan was known as a fan of ending relationships as quickly as starting them, and she wanted something more serious than being the one-night stand of a cheeky Hufflepuff.

She found Diego right after breakfast, playing Gobstones with some other Hufflepuff whose name Veruca didn't know and didn't want to know. When Caplan saw her, he broke into a satisfied smile, as if not noticing the girl's grim expression, "Sorry, Reg, there's a lady here who wants to talk to me."

"Hmmm," Reg muttered, absorbed in the game. He glanced at Veruca, who was holding a golden bouquet of sunflowers, and continued to hunch over the game. Diego got to his feet, very pleased, and sauntered over to Veruca. For some reason, she was uncomfortable with the way his gaze slid over the top button of her shirt, and she muttered, "I see you're not going to leave me alone." Diego flashed his white teeth. "Actually, it's unpleasant when your gifts are thrown away or misused."

"You'll get over it," Veruca said. Anger mixed with guilt (?!), and she just watched Diego's dark hair flutter in the light autumn wind. He was beautiful. Very handsome, no matter what... "Caplan, I'm not interested in a one-night stand. And I'm not one of those people who will throw themselves at you. So keep your flowers and give them to someone else."

"Should I keep them or give them to you?" Diego grinned. Veruca gave an exasperated sigh. "Calm down, baby. Maybe I just want to go out with you. And spend more than just one night."

Veruca gasped with indignation. Who does he think he is? "First of all," she hissed, " I'm not a baby, I'm a McQuaid, or at least just Veruca. And secondly, you want to spend not only one night, but also one day? No, thanks. I'd rather be alone than lie under someone else and then get muddied, okay?"

Diego smiled. In a strange, affectionate way, there was something mysterious and hungry in his dark brown eyes, as if she was a piece of candy that he couldn't wait to unwrap.

"I see," he said softly. "See you later, Veruca."

In the evening, after she slapped Caplan, left him and complained about him to Chiara, before going to bed, Veruca remembered that she had never returned the sunflowers, and they were shining in the dark Slytherin bedroom. Well, that's fine. They are beautiful...

Day 4

On this day, the sky suddenly frowned, clouded with a silver haze; a cold wind blew, carrying with it a pile of dead leaves, no longer burning with gold. A bloodless pallor settled over Hogwarts like a semi-transparent mist, as if someone invisible had suddenly drained the last of autumn's juices and warmth, and Veruca, wrapped in her robes, came to Herbology class. Professor Sprout, warm and plump, was as friendly as ever and talked about how to turn the most common weeds into the most common tulips, Tulip immediately noticed that she liked it, and frowned at Carson — they had a fight a couple of days ago. Rowan walked calmly past Ben, who she'd almost gotten into a fight with the day before, and Veruca noted grimly that she wasn't the only one with boy problems.

"So, get ready!" professor Sprout clapped her hands. "Today's spell does not apply to magic plants, but it helps a lot if you want to give your friend or partner a bouquet of beautiful tulips!"

"Carson only needs one beautiful Tulip," Rowan said, and she and Veruca giggled. Tulip pursed her lips grimly, "Well, yes. That's why he said yesterday that he was sick of my eternal thirst for adventure." Veruca knew perfectly well that this was said in a much milder form than the one Tulip had given her, but it was useless to argue: Carson and Tulip will make up tomorrow or the day after, which means it doesn't make sense to take their conflict seriously.

So she decided to take up the lesson and diligently wrote down everything that Professor Sprout said, and by the end of the lesson she had mastered the spell perfectly. As they were about to leave, a familiar voice called out to Veruca. A voice that stretches like hot chocolate. For some reason, she was a little pleased to hear him, although at one time she was irritated.

"How are you?" Diego sauntered over to her and touched his hand to his silky dark hair. "Did you learn your lesson with the-tulip weeds?" Veruca smiled dryly, ignoring the surprised looks from Penny and Rowan. All they probably wanted to do was tell everyone about their little affair with Diego. "And you?"

"I'm glad you asked," Caplan smiled charmingly (if Veruca had been any other student, she would have been nothing but a pink puddle) and, waving his wand as if he was going to show everyone his beautiful hands with flexible fingers, pointed to the weeds — and the unsightly, flabby plants instantly transformed into a wonderful bouquet of yellow and pink tulips with elastic buds and a pleasant aroma. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to them except Rowan and Penny, who were standing behind her, but that was enough: Veruca could feel their eyes boring into her back. Diego took the tulips and handed them to her. "Here. A bunch of tulips will add to your dark dungeons, won't they?"

She stood looking at him for a few seconds, wanting to laugh. How stupid, persistent, and sweet he is, this Diego Caplan! What a fool! Is she supposed to be flattered by such intrusive attention? Veruca didn't like it when someone invaded her personal space, and when she looked into Diego's dark chocolate eyes, she smiled, took the bouquet and said sweetly, "Thank you." She turned and shouted: "Hey, Tulip!"

"What are you doing?" Diego's smile faded instantly. Tulip watched Carson leave, then slowly walked over to Veruca and asked sadly, "What is it?"

"It's from Carson," Veruca said, and passed the flowers to Tulip. She was stunned, looking at the fresh bouquet as if it were the eighth wonder of the world, and so was Diego, and Veruca, smiling triumphantly, took her bag and left the greenhouse, feeling that she had put Diego Caplan in his place. But for some reason, the sweet feeling of victory was mixed with something bitter, like... regret?

Day 5

Veruca didn't know what was happening to her. Honestly, she just didn't understand. Diego Caplan had stopped annoying her. When she woke up in the morning, she felt a gnawing sense of guilt for giving his flowers to Tulip, for ignoring his attentions so actively, which were actually not so bad — it was better than if he was spreading his hands or making obscene compliments.

Diego was cute. He gave her flowers. And she just took it and, without even trying to be polite, rejected it. So Veruca thought the next day as she tossed and turned in the pearly gray, rattling light of morning; the bedroom was dark and quiet, except for Liz, who was snoring peacefully in her bed; Veruca suffered from the urge to go and apologize to Diego. Sunflowers added the melancholy, spreading a bunch of pure gold to the gloom of the Slytherin bedroom — Caplan's gift. Diego Caplan.

So in the morning, slipping out of the soft embrace of the bed, Veruca dressed quickly and went to breakfast before anyone else, hoping to see Diego on the threshold of the Great hall and apologize. Yes, her pride will howl...

Fortunately, Diego showed up at his table, and as soon as he finished and went to the door, Veruca left the half-eaten sausages and ran after him. Diego walked with his usual slightly swaying gait, so unhurried and confident that Veruca began to feel less confident, but she ran up and touched him on the shoulder. He turned around. He looked perfectly normal, not at all sad, and Veruca wondered if Diego wasn't upset at all. It's kind of a shame. "Veruca McQuaid," he smiled a little. "Hello."

"Hi," she stammered. Diego chuckled. "Look, I want to apologize for giving your flowers to Tulip yesterday." she found herself painfully short of words. "But Carson and Tulip made up."

Diego laughed. He had a beautiful laugh, low and clear. "How kind you are," he said. "Well, I will forgive you on one condition: you'll accept the next bouquet of flowers from me."

Veruca looked at him blankly. Does he have metal nerves or what? "Um," she said. "If you accept, I'll forgive you," Diego said, running a hand through his silky chocolate hair. Veruca noticed that they were beautifully, cleanly shining. "Do you agree?"

Veruca sighed. It's not so bad to get flowers. But she was supposed to be apologizing to him, making up for her "sins" in some way, not getting a gift, right? But Diego seemed serious, and she decided that if this was a way to let him know that she, Veruca McQuaid, was apologizing to him, let it be so: awkward, but not humiliating. It would have been far worse if he had asked her to leave him alone, or simply ignored her...

"All right," she said. "Okay, I agree." she looked into Diego's dark, shiny, soft eyes, framed by black lashes. And, for some reason, her heart fluttered with joy.

That evening, a first-year student wearing large round glasses approached Veruca. The girl was sitting on the couch reading a book when a first-year, Elora Dunn, came up to her and told her that she had received a gift. The gift was a bouquet of Calla lilies — white and pale pink, neat, velvety and delicate to the touch. Veruca took the bouquet from Elora and just stared at it for a few seconds, not noticing that the first-year had gone to her dorm and it didn't really matter.

The bouquet of Calla lilies had a delicate and soft aroma, like some ice cream. Veruca lifted the bouquet to her face, and the fragile petals brushed her cheeks. I guess sometimes you need to be able to apologize. The thought made her smile, and when she went to bed, Veruca felt extremely happy, as if a star had been lit somewhere inside her that would never go out...

Day 6

Veruca expected this farce of flowers to end after she accepted a bouquet of Calla lilies from Diego. Now, perhaps, he is tired, and he will no longer approach her with another bouquet of flowers, beautiful, bright, sweet-smelling... It would seem that Veruca should have been relieved — at last he was behind, she should be happy!

But when Diego didn't speak to her the next day, didn't even look back or come up with a bunch of flowers, she felt abandoned and sad, even though, of course, Diego didn't owe her anything. After a few days of pampering, that's enough. But why did Veruca feel that she really wanted to talk to Diego, to hear his voice again, to look into his dark, hot chocolate eyes again...

"Stop it!"

Veruca snapped, brushing her hair in front of the mirror this morning. Today, she had let her thick brown hair down, and it fell in a dark wave over her shoulders and framed her pale pink face beautifully. A bouquet of calla lilies, delicate and pleasing to the eye, stood on her bedside table and gave off a delicate fragrance.

Merula, passing by, grumbled that "McQuaid has already got everyone going mad with her flowers," but Veruca ignored this, preoccupied with her own thoughts, and put an emerald pendant around her neck to set off her eyes. Perhaps Diego might have been interested in her because of her looks, even though she hoped he liked her for more than just her pretty face...

"Stop it now. It's probably over. He's tired of you, and you're tired of him. And it is over."

But now she didn't want it to end so much. It was Saturday, and Veruca had decided to stop by the Hospital wing to help madam Pomfrey — sometimes on weekends she tended to patients and helped the elderly matron with some medical matters. Madam Pomfrey was not in the wing today, so Veruca began sorting through the used bottles of medicinal potions, selecting those that needed to be washed and those that needed to be treated first with a special antiseptic — the potions in them had to be poured into an exceptionally clean container.

Working here was very boring and time-consuming, but Veruca felt that sorting out bottles, bandaging wounds, and so on would help her miraculously put her confused thoughts in order. There was something right and clear about it. Suddenly the doors opened and Veruca turned to greet madam Pomfrey, but when she saw who it was, she froze, startled.

Diego Caplan stood in the doorway of the Hospital wing with a bouquet of pink flowers with crimson cores and yellow petals — Alstroemeria. He was smiling, and it seemed to warm Veruca. She just stared at Diego for a few seconds, unable to say anything, and he stepped up to her, "I didn't specify how many bouquets you should accept in order for me to forgive you."

Veruca opened her mouth awkwardly, "Oh... I... thank you," was all she said. Diego gave her a deep, mesmerizing smile.She picked up the flowers and then felt her nose itch and sneezed. "Bless you."

"Thank you... ah!" Veruca sneezed again. Her nose itched, her throat seemed to narrow slightly, and it was harder to breathe. Diego looked at her blankly. Veruca wiped her nose and looked at Alstroemeria. Then she slapped her forehead and started laughing.

"What is it?" Diego looked startled. "Hey, Veruca? What happened?" he took her by the shoulder. Veruca sneezed again, already trying to hide her slight pleasance at the touch of someone else's warm fingers, and said, "I'm allergic to these flowers..."

Diego looked so dumbfounded that she was sneezing and laughing for a long time, and then stopped sneezing and continued to laugh until dinner. But there were still tulips and sunflowers in her room, and the alstroemeria had to be given to Chiara, who was happy to put them in her dorm, so there were enough flowers for everyone, there was no doubt about that...

Day 7

Veruca slept well that night. She dreamed of Diego, smiling, wearing a light gray frock coat and holding a bouquet of roses. They seemed to be dancing under a vast starry sky, and from somewhere an unfamiliar melody was flowing, light and pleasant; it ran like a stream between stones, harmonious, subtle; then Diego suddenly literally disappeared, the melody stopped, everything was plunged into darkness for a few seconds, and Veruca woke up.

There was a strange, happy peace in her soul, and at the same time an anticipation of something very, very good; outside the window, the morning haze turned the ground and horizon ruby and tangerine, and the dim bedroom was bathed in warm light. Her roommates were snoring peacefully in their beds, behind the drawn curtains, and Veruca was left to her own thoughts and beautiful dream...

Everything went fine in the morning: the weather was fine again, and Veruca liked her own reflection in the mirror very much today — her hair were shining, her eyes were shining, her face was fresh and rested; it was a warm Sunday outside the window, and she wasn't even annoyed by the ever-dissatisfied Merula and the untidy Ismelda. Veruca cleaned her room peacefully, had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, played a game of gobstones with Tulip and Carson, who made up and looked at each other with loving eyes again, and passed her Charms homework.

But the best part, what she had been subconsciously waiting for all this time, happened after lunch. She and Diego ran into each other near the forest. It was empty: the students were gathered closer to the castle. The first thing Veruca saw was a familiar blue denim jacket, and then a bunch of blood — red carnations and familiar soft dark brown eyes. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes: another bouquet?

Diego stopped when he saw her. Grinned. "This is the last one," he said, turning over a bunch of carnations wrapped in milky white shimmering paper. "I hope you're not allergic to carnations."

"No," Veruca said, and then automatically repeated to herself, "the last one." Just a few days ago, she wanted it so much, and now...

"Along with this bouquet," Diego announced softly, smiling, "I want to ask you out, Veruca McQuaid. What do you say?"

Veruca froze. Ask her out? On a date? Diego Caplan? Her?

"I will understand if you refuse," Diego was calm. "But accept the bouquet. This is the last one."

And he handed her the flowers. Veruca picked up the delicate scarlet flowers wrapped in paper and stared at them for a few seconds. They were so beautiful. Fragrant. And from him...

The sun shone even brighter. The foliage is flushed with pure gold. Hogwarts castle suddenly became not clumsy and heavy, but majestic and beautiful. Veruca looked at Diego, feeling her heart flutter sweetly, happily, and sing, and Diego seemed to her the most beautiful young man on earth, and a bouquet of carnations was the most beautiful gift, the most elegant and appropriate...

"Well, so what?" Diego held out his hand. "How about a walk in the woods, an evening at Hogsmeade, Madame Puddifoot's cafe, and the company of a handsome man like me, hmm?"

Veruca couldn't help but laugh. "I agree, handsome man," she said softly, and put her hand in his. They walked towards the forest, through the golden trees, looking at each other and assessing each other anew...

And that was just the beginning of their story.

And the reason for everything...

Were flowers.

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