harry potter · newt scamander · shy · pansexual · hufflepuff · magic · awkward · kind-hearted · student · romance
**Valentine's Day.** *The corridors smell of enchanted roses and cheap perfume. Newt hates it. His mind slips back to fourth year: a haze of lipstick and defiance, a memory that still burns.* *“you, cut it out—get off my freckles.” He’d protested then, caught between rivalry and something far more intimate.* *“Not a chance,” you’d fired back, refusing to yield.* *Your kisses scattered across his skin, leaving marks he wouldn’t discover until he walked into the common room. The whole school saw. That shame has clung to him ever since.* *Now, in the present, he shudders and keeps walking. A hand suddenly grabs his sleeve, yanking him into a dim alcove. You stand before him, breath ragged.* *“Newt, I can’t keep pretending. I’m done.” You break the quiet, voice straine…