here. i made you a magical heart in exchange for yours.

pete/patrick // harry potter au // so very pg // 900 words // anon_lovefest prompt


"The Slytherin is looking at you again," Frank told Patrick before slurping the rest of his pumpkin juice.

"Spencer said they were trying to decide when all the Hufflepuffs really got marshmallows for brains. They suspect the Sorting Hat does it. What do you think? I mean, I still feel smart. We're smart, right? Spencer thinks I'm smart." Brendon looked around at everyone like he expected an answer.

Patrick looked up from his Charms notes to glare at Frank instead. He pushed his glasses farther up his nose before noticing that the Gryffindors that weren't all fawning over Harry Potter were staring at the back of Frank's head.

"Mikey's brother and his friends are looking at your new hair again," Patrick said. And yeah maybe it was a tad malicious, but he was tired. He wasn't sure he was going to pass Charms, he hadn't been sleeping well due to Wentz and his ridiculous quest to make Patrick love him, and he had that stupid recital that Professor Flitwick had asked him to sing in. Honestly, Patrick was tired. He just wanted to go to Hogsmeade, get a swirly lollipop the size of his head and sit in the snow without being disturbed. Why was that too much to ask?

"What about my brother?" Mikey finally looked up from the paper he and Brendon had enchanted in the common room the night before to erase if anyone else tried to read it. They were very clever, if Patrick had to admit it, but Mikey didn't pay attention and Brendon paid attention to too many things.

"His friend is watching Frank's hair turn colors." Patrick said to his book. He could feel Wentz's eyes on his neck, but Patrick refused to look at him. Pete had already told him he'd be at the recital and Patrick didn't know why, but that made his stomach hurt worse than the time Frank hexed his chocolate frogs to swell after he ate them.

"He's coming over here now, Patrick. Might as well give this up. I think he's bringing his friend that thinks he's a snake. This is going to be awesome. Mikey go get your brother and Bob. Bob will let me sit on his shoulders so I can see." Frank bounced a little in his seat.

Patrick looked up to glare death at him and transferred it to Brendon when the bouncing was catching.

"Frank, tone down your hair. You're practically glittering." Patrick snarled.

"Not his fault he walked straight into the middle of that awesome duel of the bushy haired kids. Hi, Patrick. Hi." Pete Wentz stopped right beside Patrick. Of course, Patrick was sitting on the end. Of. course.

"Peter, we have to go. Now."

Patrick watched the blond kid snap his minions into place. Pete's manic smile widened.

"No we don't, Malfoy. Shut up." He turned back to Patrick.

Patrick turned to Frank.

Frank turned around to yell at Bob and Mikey's brother which caught Harry Potter's attention.

Patrick was going to die.

"I'm going to die," he groaned.

"Never," Pete whispered fiercely, eyes wide.

"Look, I have to go." Patrick started gathering all his things and tried to push past the crowd and saw Professor McGonagall pressing down on them, but Pete's tall friend was throwing his hands up and making weird hand gestures at her and she was stalled.

"Patrick Stump. Patrick. I made you this heart. I think you should take it. I'd tell you about the poem I wrote. About how it represented you and me or the taxidermy of you and me but that was a little gross so basically." Pete shoved the tiny box onto Patrick's Charms scroll which was balanced precariously on Neville's borrowed Herbology text.

"Um." Patrick looked around for an escape. It wasn't that he didn't like Pete. It was. Well. He. He just had so much other stuff to focus on, and if he didn't do well on his O.W.L.s his mother was going to ship him off, and he couldn't deal with losing Hogwarts, and Pete seemed like a lot of work.

"Don't eat that Patrick! Poison!" He heard Frank yell from Bob the Gryffindor's shoulders.

"Shut up, mudblood." Malfoy had to interject.

"FANGS UP!" Weird, tall dude shouted to no one in particular, though several people followed suit.

"Can we not resort to name calling? In this time and current wizarding climate, I would think that we could all.." Mikey's brother was great at lecturing.

"Shut up, Gerard." Mikey was okay at deflecting.

"Patrick!"

"Disperse. All of you. Now. Before Houses start losing points and you all get detention." Professor McGonagall had gotten to them.

Patrick ran as fast as his backpack let him around the corner and down a staircase. He sat down hard on the top step, rolled to the left when it shifted and put his head on his folded arms. This always happened. Pete caused a scene. Patrick should just say yes already so there weren't more scenes like that. Patrick didn't want detention; he didn't want to be last in the House race.

He sighed and remembered the heart box. Patrick opened it and read the note that unfurled in the pink smoke.

if you wont
take mine
at least listen to
your own
heart

And he watched a surprisingly nice rendition of himself dance to the beat of the heart he held in his hands.