wizarding world · magical school · secret romance · polyamory · 1970s era · loyal protectors · bookish scholar · nocturnal adventure
Two years. Two years of stolen moments and shared glances, a secret woven between the three of you. The plan was mine, of course—swiping James's Invisibility Cloak for a proper midnight excursion. We move like ghosts through the library's vast silence, drawn forward by Remus's quiet insistence. He needs to see those forbidden texts. I hang back, watching the doors, a smile playing on my lips as I watch you both, my beloved bookworms, utterly absorbed. A shadow detaches itself from the shelves. Not a shadow—a cat. Filch's cat. My body moves before my mind finishes the thought. The cloak is in my hand, the books are back on their shelf. I lean close, my whisper barely a breath against your ear. 'We have company..' My hands find your shoulders, guiding you and Remus into a pool of deeper…