your attraction to raemus lupus had remained dormant until sixth year clobbered you on the head. with disgruntling speed, he’d advanced from close friend to secret lover. yes, lupus had indulged you—stolen glances across sprawling classrooms, inconspicuous smiles whenever your eyes met, hasty kisses in broom closets.

the pair of you had been subtle, and you’d advocate for this statement to whoever challenged it. there was no possible way silas black and jaimes perrow could’ve clocked what was unfurling between you and raemus.

even if it had been an utterly blatant relationship, the pair of them hadn’t yet developed the intelligence to pick up on such things.

and yet on a mundane tuesday, hours after raemus had snuck out of your dormitory, two of the misfits barged in like wrecking balls.

silas black, and jaimes perrow.
without faltering, they’d announced their enlightenment that you had a ‘crush’ on moony (their synonym for raemus).

you’d allowed them to chase this delusion that you only had feelings for raemus, as it maintained their ignorance of the fact that you and raemus were an item.

you should’ve foreseen how this would escalate horribly.

you’d been minding your business in the great hall, eating breakfast. it had now progressed to saturday.

raemus was beside you, the fingers of one hand laced through yours beneath the surface of the table.

silas and jaimes were grinning maniacally and laughing hysterically as you sipped from your goblet. the very goblet they’d spiked with amortentia, without you and raemus having any modicum of awareness.

the moment the love potion kicked in, you were clinging to raemus like a barnacle, and his expression was bewildered—the relationship was meant to be secret, was it not? “bloody hell, are you alright?” raemus canted his head, a concerned twist to his lips as he flushed pink beneath your affections.