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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓𝟕:
𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
❝ 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕... ❞
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━"Love, I have to pack." grumbled a James Potter who was trying to get a sleepy Stella off of him. Normally, he wouldn't mind Stella being the clingiest person, but unfortunately he had to pack his trunk for Hogwarts today.
Even though he had time to pack it from the last 2 months, he decided to pack on the very last day.
"I told you to pack it already." bickered Stella, tightening her grip on James and unintentionally wriggling around her embrace on him.
James widened his eyes at the sudden contact. He couldn't have a... tent in front of her, that'd be embarrassing and humiliating. So, he grabbed her elbow on one hand and the other on her hips and forced her to look at him. "Stop. Moving."
Stella fluttered her blue eyes open to meet James' hazel eyes, instantly feeling his panicked emotion. "Why?"
"Just — stop moving around." James sighed exasperatedly. He let go of his tight grip on her waist, yet his hand stayed there. "We'll stay 10 minutes in bed if you stop moving around."
Fortunately, that was enough to convince the bewildered girl. "Alright." hummed Stella, before burying her head into the pillow and beside James' chest again.
James let out another relieved sigh. This really wasn't the first time that this happened and sometimes, Sirius would tease him about it, but also assure him that it's normal considering that they're hormonal teens. Luckily, Stella didn't had a single clue about it.
God— if only Stella knew the effects and things that she could do to James... if only she knew.
"Have we got everything? trunks? owls? and books?" asked James to all of his friends. Remus, Sirius, Peter, and Stella nodded, double-checking all of their luggage at King's Cross station.
During their last week of summer, Remus and Peter were allowed by their parents to spend a week on the Potter Manor. Most of the time during their last week was Remus and Peter comforting Stella in every possible way.
"Got everything, Moony?" asked Sirius, placing his hand on the boy's shoulders, making him very very flustered as he nodded with his cheeks stained pink.
Then, Stella felt it.
There was a sudden change in her atmosphere where she felt a heavy amount of agitation and affection for Sirius. Yet, Stella found it hard to differentiate if the love and affection that she felt from Remus' emotions are platonic or romantic.
It was confusing to her because throughout her entire existence, her family showed her lack of affection. Though, she kind of knew what a platonic feeling was, considering that all of her friends feel that way to her.
Stella didn't knew what romantic affection feels like, since she never found any emotions who's strong enough for her to feel.
Except James.
"Stella, can I talk to you for second, dear?" asked Euphemia, pulling Stella out from her peculiar thoughts about the types of love.
Euphemia wasted no time on hugging Stella tightly. Mia had become emotionally attached to her for the last 2 months of Stella staying in their home and welcoming her as a family. "Write to me every week, alright? you know that I consider you as a daughter now."
James lifted one of his eyebrow and leaned in to their conversation. "Correction, daughter-in-law."
Euphemia gave Fleamont a look that indicated 'shut your son's mouth' making Fleamont smirk proudly at his son and pat his shoulder. "That's a good one, but not the time, James."
"Right, sorry."
Stella rolled her eyes at the messy haired boy who was now talking with her other 3 best friends. "I promise I'll write, Mia."
"Don't hesitate to call me 'mum'." she suggested.
Stella could already feel the warmth that she yearned for ever since she was a kid.
The only mother figure that she was close to ever getting was Minerva McGonagall, and now? she's getting another one as well.
"Okay... mum." smiled Stella, sheepishly. The word 'mum' still sounded weird to her since her mother never let's any of her children call her that. In fact, none of the high profiled pureblood families do. But, Stella loved it.
"You're family now."
Family... Stella can finally say proudly that she has a family.
4 infamous boys from Hogwarts were glaring at anyone who threw the girl in their middle, nasty looks. Though, some cowered back, some did not and still whispered nasty things at the girl, pointing at her and criticizing her as if she was an odd animal at a zoo.
Numerous emotions were swirling on Stella's body. Most of them pity, sympathy, fear, and anger.
The only break they've ever gotten was when they got to their own compartment where no one could ever disturb them. All except for 2 Hufflepuffs.
"I saw her hex someone! and she doesn't hex anyone!" exclamed Peter, referring to the events earlier where Eloise hexed a Slytherin for talking bad about Stella.
Guilt was all Stella, Eloise, and Portia felt. Maybe it was from the Slytherin that Eloise hexed or just a mix of pity and guilt for their Gryffindor friend's demise.
"I told her that she can't do magic on the train but she's too stubborn." chuckled Portia, tad glumly. She was worried for what consequences Eloise might face, hopefully she'll face none.
Both of the Hufflepuffs consulted and talked with Stella for an hour or two, making the 7 of them smushed in a small compartment, some sitting on the floor but they didn't care.
They missed the wholesome moments where it was just them talking about nonsense like how they were doing now.
Unfortunately, Portia convinced Eloise to go back to their compartment, afraid that their cat and owl were going crazy without their owners.
They all bid goodbyes to the Hufflepuffs and gave them sweets before going back to their compartments, leaving Stella alone with 4 boys bickering on what's the best sweet on the trolley there is.
Stella soon tuned them out and let her eyes wander around the green field of Scotland outside their window and let her mind wonder about the question that's been keeping her baffled all day.
After a while of staring at the window, watching the sunbeams light over the dancing green trees, Stella had the urge to blurt out the question that's been bugging with her head.
"Do you lot know what's the difference between platonic and romantic love?"
They all looked at Stella as if she was mental and yet, they must be mental as well since they were all willing to give their full answers.
"Lust, shagging, and snogging." snorted out Sirius, not lifting his gaze again from the clothes magazine.
James and Stella rolled their eyes while Peter and Remus threw a sweet at him. "Ow— what was that for?! It's the truth!"
"Stop with the sex jokes, Padfoot." grumbled Peter. He was so ready to give a whole speech on how he feels about Eloise but Sirius cut him off with his favorite jokes: sex-related or dirty jokes.
"It's the truth, Wormy!" defended Sirius, now laughing at them. "Look at Stella, our relationship is platonic. She's hot and all but I don't have the desire to snog her and shag her!"
"Hey!" shouted James. "That's my future wife you're talking to!"
"Thanks?" said Stella, not really knowing how to react and dismissing a jealous James.
Sirius nodded and winked at her, causing James to kick his foot. "I love her and she's a girl."
The last words brought a stab through a certain boy's heart. Of course, if Sirius knew, he'd definitely despise him. There was no use of his stupid feelings.
"What do you mean?" asked James. The very end part of Sirius' sentence sounded very wrong to them.
Grey eyes seemed to widen at them for his words to have a double-meaning. "Not that there's anything wrong with loving a boy! There's not! I formed the words wrong, I meant that she's a girl that I love that I feel platonic love for."
"In other words, platonic is about friendship?" asked Stella, tilting her head side to side form the confusion.
"Yeah..." mumbled Sirius, sitting next to Stella again as he started to braid her hair. "Having a deep connection and attachment to the person is also platonic."
"Then what's romantic love?" asked Stella once again.
"The one that James feels for you." answered Sirius, earning a proud thumbs up for James.
"Not that I just want to snog you, like Padfoot said earlier, believe me I really do want to snog you and more than tha—"
"Prongs, you're ruining it." said Peter.
"Sorry." mumbled James, sheepishly. "But because I feel the deepest attraction and affection towards you. The tingles I feel in my stomach whenever I see you, how red and hot you make my face feel, how you manage to get me laugh when you get upset from my smooth and amazing pick up lines—"
"Prongs, they're horrible."
"Shut up, Padfoot." James rolled his eyes at him, then looked at Stella again. "I could go on and on, explaining that what I feel for you is beyond romantic love but in the end of that list is just you. — it's all you."
Stella's cheeks blushed red from probably embarrassment.
She thought James would stop talking but he didn't, he just went on and on, while she didn't have any words to say. That's when Stella completely believed that James wasn't really bluffing and exaggerating about all his feelings for her. "Uh— thanks."
That's what romantic love is for James. His Stella.
"Don't forget the feeling of how you get flustered and embarrassed whenever they hold an eye-contact with you, or when you want to give them your sweets even though you never share them." explained Peter. A smile was formed on his face as he spoke his mind on how he feels whenever he's with a certain Hufflepuff.
That's what romantic love is for Peter. Eloise.
Stella's heart felt so so full with all their emotions, but she couldn't help but pick out that one blue feeling inside the warmth, making her turn to look at the one whom she felt it from.
Remus.
"Yeah..." he murmured, scrapping off the wools from his jumper. "Or when you feel that sudden change that you want to be better for them, that you want to bring out the best in you for them, or when your day just instantly lights up whenever you see that person, you definitely don't feel it but even yourself brightens up whenever they're near..." Remus took a pause and a deep breath.
"You feel all that love for that person, it's starting to foster and grow inside you, until it's getting out of your control and slowly haunts you and hurts you... Not all love is all rainbows and butterflies, sometimes it comes with getting wounds and scars too... but that's better rather than not experiencing love, for it's a magical thing."
Throughout all his words that he went on and explained whole-heartedly about, he was staring at one person and one person only.
That's how romantic love is for Remus. Sirius.
"Wow..." said Peter with his mouth agape. James just stood silent and smiled to himself because that's exactly how he feels for Stella. "Where'd you learn that, Moony?"
"Just — from a book." Remus took one more frowning smile at Sirius, who listened to him, yet the boy kept silent and didn't look at him, he just continued to braid Stella's hair.
Stella kept her laser-focused gaze on Remus the whole time, what he really felt was on another level and different type of romantic love. Stella also noticed one thing, that he was looking at the boy beside her as Remus explained the whole thing.
Then it occurred to her. "Holy shit..." mumbled Stella, an elated smile was etched on her face.
Remus Lupin fancies Sirius Black.
"What?" asked Remus.
Stella shook her head lightly and smiled ear-to-ear. "Nothing, Moony. Nothing at all."
author's note
did you guys like it??? d'ya like it? or what??
was it too cheesy and cringe? becuase i think that atleast some of my readers may find it awfully cringe. if it is, i can change the dialogues in the morning.
anyway, one more heart-achingly sweet fluff before an angst for the next chapter >:)
i'll fix the gif tomorrow, alright?! just pretend it's a good one where it's all interesting :>
i hope you enjoyed it and that it wasn't too cheesy <3
p.s. i can't not add all of my characters being 📯🦵🏼 (horn-knee) because they're at the age where they extremely are.
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