Harry Potter One Shots

sweater | newt scamander

Now, you usually weren't one to steal things. Especially not Newt's sweaters. But in your defence, it was cold, you felt lonely, and Newt's sweaters were nicer than yours. So when he slipped into his briefcase in the late afternoon to feed his animals, you rifled through his drawers until you found a faded yellow sweatshirt. It was warm, too big for you, and smelled like him. So really, what could you do? England was cold during Christmas time, and your boyfriend wasn't giving you nearly enough attention.

Snuggled by the fire with a book in hand, wearing Newt's sweater and your fuzzy Christmas socks, you were warm and cosy. Your smile grew when Newt stepped out of his case, exhausted.

"Tired, love?"

With a muffled sigh of agreement, Newt pecked your lips and fell beside you onto the couch. He wrapped his arms around you, head ducking into the crook of your neck. You laughed, his golden curls tickling your skin. "Merry Christmas, Newt."

"Merry Christmas, love." Newt lifted his head high enough to kiss your cheek. "Wait- is that my sweater?"

Pulling the sleeves over your fingertips, you pouted. "Yeah... But in my defence, I-"

"S'okay. You look adorable, anyway." He smiled, with that smile growing as you brought your head down into his lap.

Blushing, you reached up to shove his arm. "You dork."

"I'll happily accept my dorkiness for you. How ever did I get so lucky?" He teased, beginning to slide his fingers through your hair.

"Hey, I'm the lucky one. Having a boyfriend with a cute, nerdy passion and sweaters is the dream." You leaned into his touch.

"Only you, love." Newt laughed.

"Mm, but you love me."

"All the more every day."