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Catching (Peter Parker x Reader) Hogwarts AU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Part two of the Improper series

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: A game of Quidditch leaves both you and Peter injured, but he definitely gets the worst out of it.

Warnings: Mention of broken bones, minor violence, cursing, and Wade Wilson.

Words: 4,111

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You sat in the Great Hall, moving your carrots around the plate with your fork. Today had been awesome. First week of school, no homework, aced that surprise Charms quiz, food served for lunch was the best so far. Today was supposed to be great, and it was, except for one small detail; Peter wasn’t sitting next to you like always. No, he was talking to Inigo down the table. You stabbed a carrot so hard the fork bent. Peter was talking to Inigo and it didn’t look like the usual conversation, entailing Inigo being a jerk and Peter trying not to punch him. This time, Peter looked happy. He was laughing and smiling and absorbing the attention like a sponge. You observed him from afar, hearing pieces of what they were talking about. “Quidditch” and “finally” were used a lot, and you stared down at the food, wishing you could sneak off to the Slytherin table and talk to Abby, Keira and Erin. If I could just crawl under the tables. You think, devising a plan. Maybe McGonagall won’t see-

Peter sat down next to you and began putting food on his plate, humming under his breath.

“You excited for the quidditch tryouts?” He asks, shoveling chicken in his mouth. Like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t just talking and laughing with your bully.

“Definitely. Yeah.” You answer, cheering up a bit, but not enough. The image of Peter laughing with Inigo was burned into your mind and it left bitter thoughts floating in your head. I just need to get away for a bit. You reason. Peter will understand.

“Can you cover for me?” You ask hurriedly. “I don’t want Morgan catching me sneaking off.” Peter gave you a blank look at why you would want to distract the Gryffindor prefect but you didn’t wait for his response and slinked off the bench, briskly walking down between the two tables and turning to continue towards the Slytherin table. It would have been easier to go around the other way, but that was nearest to the professors table at the front, and they could not know that you were sitting at another house’s dining table. Your friends looked confused and alarmed when they say you approach the Slytherins. Abigail frantically motioned for you to sit at the empty space between her and Erin.

“Why the bloody hell are you here?” Erin asked wildly, looking around to see if anyone knew of your table change. When she knew no one saw, she faced you, grinning brightly. Erin loved breaking rules, from scribbling on the bathroom stalls to secretly giving Professor Barton a rabbit tail and cat ears. “Did that little shit give you a hard time again?”

She was referring to Inigo of course, but instead of feeling better you saddened even more. “I think Peter-he was, I mean I’m not-” You began, stumbling over words. Huffing, you calm down and try again. “Peter was talking to Inigo…”

You finish the sentence in a dejected whisper, realizing how stupid the problem was when said out loud. “Talking to Inigo how? Like usual? Or was Inigo being an even bigger twit than usual?” Keira interrogated at lightning speed, becoming irritated and heated at the mention of the boy she hated so much.

“Please,” Abigail scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Would she really come here if it was just ‘Inigo as usual’? God Keira, think about it! Peter wasn’t just talking to him-they were having a good old time. Didn’t you see them? Peter was loving the attention, that little-”

Erin jabbed Abigail slightly in the rib to make her stop talking. “M’ sure Peter didn’t mean to leave ya out.” Erin says soothingly, slinging her arm over your shoulders. “You know he loves you very much.”

Keira smirks and Abigail snorts, which does not go unnoticed by you. “‘Course he loves me, we’re best friends.” You say slowly, narrowing your eyes at your friends.

“Yup, of course. Best friends,” Keira assured gleefully in a somewhat suspicious manner. “And-oh look! He’s staring over here right now.”

You whipped around to see Peter sitting at the Gryffindor table, watching you. He waved sheepishly when he saw you turn around, and you returned the wave more enthusiastically, giving him a wide smile.

“‘ell ‘im oo liek ‘im.” Erin says through a mouthful of truffles. You tilt your head to the side and snigger at her puffed out cheeks. She swallows thickly and grabs her glass of pumpkin juice, downing it it a couple gulps.

“Tell him you like him” She repeats, smiling smugly.

“...What?” You ask, trying to hide the redness seeping across your cheeks and nose. “What are you talking about?”

Abigail raises an eyebrow. “Cut the crap, we know you like him, even if you don’t know it yet.” She says, breaking into a smile and turning your head to where Peter is sitting. “I ship it so freaking much!”

You swat her away and put your head in your hands, hiding the embarrassed blush before pulling your head up to give a comeback.

“Abigail, shut up for god's sake!” You whisper yell urgently. “I came here to vent about Inigo and you start shipping me with Peter? Seriously?”

Erin laughed good naturedly, giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Start shipping? We’ve been shipping you for what-a year and half now?”

“I don’t like Peter,” Keira stated, throwing a dark look in his direction. “And he did just talk to Inigo like they were freaking friends… He better not start being a bratty Gryffindor.”

“Hey!” You piped up, crossing your arms and feigning a hurt pout. “Not all Gryffindors are bratty!”

“You’re right.” Erin says seriously, nodding at you. “It’s just you then.”

You pinch her side and she lets out an ‘oof’, clutching her stomach as Keira and Abigail giggle, both of them reaching over to tickle her too.

“I want a good clean match!” Coach Wilson yells to the teams. He gives them a stern look, then doubles over, cackling like a witch.

“Just kidding you losers,” He manages between wheezing giggles, wiping his eyes for tears of laughter. Just as suddenly, he becomes deathly serious again. “Go do whatever the fuck you want. Just remember if anyone dies your body will be burned out behind Hagrid’s shack because I am not going to Azkaban again.”

The newest members of the quidditch teams look at the older players with wide eyes, deciding whether asking if the coach was serious would provide the answer they wanted. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Coach Wilson’s attempt to scare you. Peter on the other hand, actually seemed alarmed.

“He’s kidding, right?” Peter asks, his knees shaking as he held his broomstick tightly. “Tell me he’s kidding. Does he know me and you are only second years?”

“Good luck Peter.” You say pointedly, trying to get him to focus on being the Gryffindor chaser and not worrying about Wade Wilson being his usual asshole self. In reality though, you were just as nervous as Peter. This was the first game of the season after all, and tension was high with the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. You stood in position on the field, gripping the sleek handle of your Firebolt Supreme and preparing for the whistle that starts the game. The crowd spoke in hushed voices, taking bets about who would win. When Coach Wilson blew the whistle, you kicked off the ground as practiced and rose into the air, enjoying the cool breeze that came with being so high up. A Hufflepuff chaser flew past, closely followed by Liz Allan, the Hufflepuff team captain. You observed the scene below, searching for any signs of the Golden Snitch. Being the seeker, you trained your eyes to see the flashes of gold and wings from many meters away.

You saw a shimmer of polished metal zoom downwards and you dove after it, the wind rushing through your hair. Reaching forward, the tips of your fingers were almost touching the Snitch’s delicate wings as it flew past the other players. Dodging and pushing the speed of your Firebolt, your hand almost closed around the small golden sphere when a body rammed into your side, slamming their elbow into your ribcage. You screamed and grabbed the broom with both hands as you were sent spinning off course. The Gryffindors in the stands exploded with rage as the whistle was blown and you barely managed to whirl around and stop without colliding with the viewing stands. All the players descended down to see Coach Wilson yelling at a small Hufflepuff girl who, instead of being terrified, looked unimpressed at most.

“Cobbing and blocking? Really Leslie-Macy?” Coach Wilson shouts, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“My name is Lisa-Marie.” The girl answers coolly, straightening her quidditch robe.

“I don’t give a flying horse fuck you stupid shit!” The Coach yells. “One more penalty and you’re out!”

Lisa-Marie began to protest but Coach Wilson pulled out his wand and in a flash of light it changed into a katana blade, which he pointed at her menacingly. “Don’t test me you shitty excuse for a quidditch player.” He growls and the katana changes back into a wand. He tucks it into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

“Are you alright?” Peter asks frantically, darting around you to find any damage. “Does it hurt? Can you still play? ‘Know what-you shouldn’t play. Oh Merlin, wait ‘till I get my hands on-”

“Peter!” You shout, stopping his rambling. “I’m fine, honestly. Doesn’t even hurt that much. C’mon, we gotta get back to the game.”

All the players kicked off the ground once more and the match continued as planned.

“There goes Liz Allan of the Hufflepuffs chasing after Fredericks of the Gryffindor team!” Flash Thompson yells into the microphone. “She takes a dive for the quaffle and catches it, obviously. Never seen Allan miss a pass. Never.” You stop paying attention because at that moment, the Snitch had flown past you at high speed, its little wings beating rapidly. Chasing after it once more, you knew that this time, you would catch the Snitch. The score was tied and this could guarantee Gryffindor the win.Your long quidditch robes whipped behind you as the little golden ball was centimeters from your palm, and with one final jerk forward you trapped it in your hand, skidding to a halt mid air. The people in the stands roared with approval or booed as Flash announced the closing of the match. You were on cloud nine, high on happiness and pride. Peter was a small distance away, pumping his fist in the air and cheering you on. All you were feeling was elated, like you were in space and you could never come down. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a furious Lisa-Marie use her beater's bat to angle a bludger. You didn’t have time to react before it hit the hilt of Peter’s broomstick. He wasn’t given the chance to scream.

Peter fell in slow motion as you gave an strangled shriek, plunging after his flailing form. Blood pounded in your ears from the sudden altitude drop but it was nothing to your panic stricken self. The ground was nearing fast, your eyes stinging as you shot your hand out to grab Peter’s arm, robe, leg-anything! If it would just slow down his fall. Right before his back hit the grass field you latched onto his wrist, jerking him up. Peter’s spine slammed against the earth, not as roughly as it could have but you still feared for permanent damage. The wrist you had grabbed was bent at disgusting angle, the sight of which made you want to empty your lunch. You still held his wrist when you threw your Firebolt aside, falling to your knees next to Peter. His chest heaved but no oxygen entered his lungs and he gasped for air.

“Peter! Peter!” Your breathlessly cried his name, hands traveled from his pale face to his neck, checking for pulse in your state of hysteria. “Oh my god, oh my god, answer me dammit!”

You raked a hand through your hair, at a loss of what to do. Peter opened his eyes and groaned, snaking his clammy fingers through yours. You almost wept with relief, a laugh bubbling in your throat. Teachers and students alike crowded around you and Peter, someone attempting to pry you away from him but you dug your nails into their arm, scratching them until they jolted away.

Nurse Maximoff appeared next to you, lifting Peter into the air on a stretcher of red mist and you followed her, not listening to the yells of the teachers. The nurse didn’t seem to notice your presence during the trek back to the school or as she laid Peter on a bed in the Hospital Wing, her scarlet magic flying bottles and flasks of medicine around. Peter gave another sharp cry and you stuffed your fist in your mouth to keep from wailing at his misery. Nurse Maximoff’s red magic began to forcefully push you out of the Hospital Ward, shutting the big wooden doors behind you. Footsteps thunder down the hall towards you and seconds later a hoard of people turn the corner, stopping in front of the doors.

“Holy shit you’re fast.” Keira puffs out, leaning on the wall to catch her breath. Keira, Abigail, and Erin crowded around you along with a couple people you don’t know. You looked around helplessly at your friends, dizzy from attention.

“Oh, I forgot,” Erin says, noticing your lost expression. She pointed to four other students behind her, three of them clad in yellow and black. “These are some Hufflepuffs who felt Lisa-Marie was barking for doing’ what she did. Think they wanted to say sorry-since the bitch won’t say it herself.”

“Hello.” A pretty dark skinned girl shook your hand, and you recognized her as Liz Allan, the captain of the Hufflepuff team. “Erin’s right, we’re sorry about Lisa. She’s been known to be-”

“Bat shit crazy.” A younger boy finishes, earning a glare from Liz.

“What? It’s true-I have no idea how she became a Hufflepuff.” He burst out, probably relieved to say it aloud. “Not a nice bone in her body. Nope.”

“Lisa isn’t too bad.” A small, frizzy haired Hufflepuff girl defends.

“Ned’s still right.” A tall Ravenclaw girl agrees, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. “She’s a damn pain, man.”

The tall girl extends a hand, shaking yours lazily. “Michelle Jones. Ravenclaw, art club founder, Stella’s personal babysitter.”

“Michelle,” The little Hufflepuff girl whines, bouncing up and down on the heels of her shoes. “I don’t need a babysitter!”

Michelle gives her a cheshire cat grin. “Hush child, mummy’s talking. Anyway, how’s the loser who fell?”

“He’s not a loser.” You grumble, staring down at your feet.

Abigail grunts in amusement and shakes her head. “She’s just saying that ‘cus she fancies him so much.”

You sock her in the arm.

Visiting Peter in the Hospital Wing was tricky. Combine tons of homework, tests and the “no sneaking around after dark” rule and the result was the few times you could actually see him. Every Saturday and Sunday were spent almost entirely with Peter though. You’d practice weird spells, eat all kinds of junk food, and Nurse Maximoff turned out to be a very nice lady who you now had the permission to call Wanda. She was a lot younger than you thought, and most of the time was like a big sister to you and Peter, helping you sneak in sweets and keeping your night stays with Peter a secret. You walked briskly to the Hospital Wing, ready to relax and have a good evening when giggling reaches your ears. You stop in your tracks at the doors, inching forward to hear more.

“I’m still sorry the Hufflepuff prat got you like that, Pete.” You internally groaned at the high pitched, annoyingly nasally voice. Oh for the love of-why does Inigo have to be where I plan to be all the time?

“If I’d been out there flying you would be here, right Ned?” The mention of Ned made you want to groan again. Ned was an incredibly polite, shy, dorky nerd who didn’t deserve to be sucked into Inigo’s gang of idiots.

“I-I guess.” Came Ned’s uneasy reply.

“Bet I’d have saved you, no problem. How’s that friend of your, huh Pete? Didn’t she break your wrist tryin’ to save you?” That sentence made you nauseous. I broke Peter’s wrist? No, no, no. I was just trying to help, I-

“She didn’t mean to!” Peter assures and you instantly feel better, even just by a smidge. “It slowed my fall. I might be dead if she didn’t help.”

“Where is the little savior you talk about so much now, anyway? Isn’t she always here on the weekends?” Inigo’s question was seemingly innocent, but you knew the scheme behind it.

“She’s just held up a little.” Ned’s chimes in.

“Well then,” One of Inigo’s friends announces. “We’ll stay here ‘till she get’s here. Y’know, keep you company.”

Your hand hold the door handle, face growing pale. I should go in there. You think, knuckles turning white as your grip on the handle gets tighter. I should march in there and maybe Inigo will leave. Yup, just open the door and move your feet… The aura around you is hot and timid. Walking in would be so easy, only a few steps and you would be at Peter’s bed, talking and laughing with him and Ned. But Inigo’s still there… A small, anxious voice in your head reminds you. What happens when you leave and he comes with you, with all of his huge gorilla friends? You, alone in the hallway, with Inigo and his gang. The thought makes you even jumpier than before. It would be so, so easy to walk in and plop down next to Peter and Ned.

But your grip on the handle is removed. And you walk, head low, back to the girls dormitory. A coward.

“This is so wrong.” Stella squeaks excitedly, caught in the moment. Abigail peeks around the corner and gives you a thumbs up without looking back. The rest of the group, namely Keira, Michelle, Erin, you and Stella, tiptoe forward, wary of the distant sounds of talking in the dark corridors. Slinking around the halls at night was sort of a new hobby as your friends tried to find an obscure hangout to use when escaping the stress of end of year schoolwork.

“No offence Stella but can you hush up for a second.” Michelle quips, pulling Stella along to quicken their pace. “Abby mighta found a great place down near the Slytherin commons.”

“The Slytherin-the Slytherin commons?” Stella yelps, automatically being shushed by everyone.

“We’re almost there and… Aha!” Erin explains, also being shushed by the group. She gives an exaggerated eyes roll. “Well, here’s the entrance.”

You squint in the darkness and pull out your wand, muttering “Lumos” so a helpful burst of light emits from the tip of your wand. What Erin was referring to was a particularly old statue of a witch that had its back connected with the wall a bit away from the doors to the Slytherin common room.

“I suppose this needs some sort of charm to activate it?” Keira asks, leisurely waving her wand around.

“No, we’re just going to sit here until morning.” You deadpan, sending Keira a bored look. “Of course it need a charm! Now, who knows it?”

“Need you even ask?” Abigail answers snobbishly, brandishing her wand.

“Káto apó ti límni.” She whispers, making a little swirling motion with her wand and swishing it to point at the witch's chest. The statue rumbled as moved to the side, making you hope no one heard. A gust of cool wind swept out, pleasingly chilly compared to the hot mid June weather. All girls gasp and marvel as they walked through the passageway. The old brick walls were just like the rest of Hogwarts, but the roof was a clouded glass, the waves of water above creating beautiful shimmers of light that illuminated the passage, along with old metal lamps that decorated the brick. You could see schools of fish dart by, seaweed slowly drifting along with the current. This passageway-

“It’s under the lake.” Stella gasped, tilting her head up to take in every detail.

“Uh huh…” Keira answered meekly, distracted by a grindylow that was swimming past the roof, growling when it saw them. The passage only ended when you entered a small circular room, also with a glass roof, marble columns supporting the structure. Someone had scattered fur rugs around the floor, and old coffee table was put in one corner, surrounded by pillows and blankets.

“Didja bring the stuff?” Erin asks, sitting cross legged at the coffee table. Nodding, you pull strings of lights, stacks of DVD’s, books and hoards of stuffed animals out of the bag you had on your shoulder. You silently thanked Merlin for undetectable extension charms and everyone began to string up the fairy lights, putting the DVD’s and book on the table. Stuffed animals were handed out and all of you sat down at the coffee table.

“Exactly why did we bring DVD’s?” Michelle questions, looking at Abigail. She grins and pulls something from under her pillow.

“How did you get a computer to Hogwarts?” Keira asks, in awe at the sleek new model. A couple hours and movies later, you yawned loudly and shut the laptop. You nudged Stella, who was leaning against you, fast asleep, and gathered your things. The six of you make your way back out, rubbing your eyes to keep from falling asleep. The statue slid back into place and you were about to mumble a sleepy goodbye to your friends but were interrupted by a snicker.

“Well if it isn’t Pete’s little friend.” Inigo says, sickening glee dripping in his voice. “And you brought the whole gang. Wonderful.”

Too tired to find a witty comeback, you sighed and turned to him. “What do you want?”

Inigo tutted, shaking his head. “Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to tell you how sad poor Pete was when you were a no show all those weekends.” He simpers. “Very rude, if you ask me.”

Bastard. You think. He knows perfectly well why I skip a lot. “Go boil your head Inigo, or I’ll do it.” You snap, trying to pull your friends away from him and his gang. Too late. His mates moved between you and yours, separating your group.

“But that wouldn’t be as fun.” Inigo sneered, walking around you. And just like that, the air was suffocating you, choking you with its denseness. “Look at yourself, hanging out with these Slytherins. A right disgrace, if you ask me.”

“Drop dead you moronic git!” Abigail retaliates, pushing away Inigo’s friend who was closest to her. “The hell do you think you’re going to do to us?”

A boy shoves her back and she stumbles into Stella, who grabs her arm for support. Anger boils in you, picking you up from the previously sleepy state.

“Don’t touch her!” Michelle yells, then cries out when the boy circling her pulls on her messy ponytail. Stella’s chest was heaving, and you knew she was going to freak out if anyone got hurt more. Inigo dug his nails into your jaw, which must have been a funny sight, him being the same height as you. It wasn’t funny to you though, it stung badly.

“I want,” Inigo pauses, glancing at your friends. “I want you to stop being such an embarrassment to the Gryffindor name. A couple Slytherins? A Hufflepuff I could excuse, but Slytherins?”

“Let. Go.” You growl, your words coming out choked because of his death grip on your jaw. Inigo looked about to hit you but footfalls somewhere down a couple corridors stopped him. He let go of your face and motioned for his friends to follow him. They run off towards the Gryffindor commons and you massage your jawline, knowing there would be red marks by tomorrow.

“Run!” Erin whisper yells. All of you sprint in different directions, each to your individual common room.

You panted heavily, barely muttering the password to the Fat Lady. Going to your bed in Gryffindor Tower was bittersweet, knowing that very close is the boys dormitory, where sleeps your enemy and the boy who is your best friend. Who you have avoided because of a stupid bully. Who waited for you to come visit when you never did.

Authors Note:

Okay no one reads authors notes but I thought I would warn you guys. It’s going to get real heavy, real quick. Angst, betrayal, gossip, and that weird tingly feeling you get when something really unfair is happening to a character and you just wanna give them a hug. Yeah that character is you, so... Anyway, the chapters have been pretty fluffy so far. That’s going to end as of this chapter. And if you’re confused at why the reader was a first year in the first two parts, but is now a second year (because they’re allowed to play quidditch in second year) then let me explain. Every chapter is another full year, unless I say otherwise. The very first part was a prequel, it doesn’t count. I may split a chapter into two parts if it gets too long, or a special edition over the Hogwarts holidays... I don’t know. Hope you love it, hope you aren’t offended by the cussing, yada yada. Stay weird!

-A

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