Glory to the Spoons!

@stereksecretsanta reveals are up, so here’s the fic I wrote for @fuck-ya-chickn-strips, who asked for a Hogwarts AU with lots of fluff. 

Title: Not Exactly a Love Potion
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Link: On AO3
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinksi
Warnings: None
Other Tags: Hogwarts AU, Mutual Pining, Awkward Flirting, Obliviousness, Fluff, First Kiss
Summary: Stiles and Derek have been rivals since first year, but the Yule Ball is coming up and somehow everything has changed.

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It takes him a few minutes to notice that Scott is still talking to him, an annoyed lilt to his voice like he’s finally noticed that Stiles tuned him out ages ago. “—Stiles? Stiles, are you even listening to me here?”

“Fated by the stars, doomed romance, Allison’s family is going to send you a curse by owl post if you don’t stay away from her, et cetera, et cetera,” Stiles recites without looking away from the window. On the platform, a tall, dark-haired young man is bending over his trunk, giving Stiles a frankly phenomenal view of his ass in soft-looking, slightly too tight jeans.

“You haven’t heard a word I just said, have you?”

“Nope. But I still pretty much got the gist of it, right?”

Scott heaves a put-upon sigh. “I don’t know why I even put up with you. What are you looking at?”

“My future husband,” Stiles says, as the guy closes the lid of his trunk, then crouches down to offer his finger to the grouchy-looking little black owl in the cage at his feet. The owl looks vaguely familiar, like he might have seen it dropping off a package in the Great Hall at some point, but the guy is definitely not. Stiles would have remembered an ass like that. “Hey, does Hogwarts take transfer students? Because—”

He breaks off abruptly when the guy gives the owl a final gentle pat, scrubs his hand through his hair, and turns toward the train for the first time.

“Because what?” Scott asks, but Stiles can’t answer. He’s too busy trying not to swallow his tongue. Because that— holy shit. That’s Derek Hale.

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