One of the viewing stands burst into flames and toppled over as the midsection gave away. The view of the quidditch field looked normal, if a bit hazy, until you heard shouting and taunts of glee as someone roared “ Incendio”. When you reached it, you had half a mind to close the window and ignore what was happening outside. The open window let moonlight stream into the common room but it was stopped short by the ugly smog. You stumbled over the corner of a chair, putting a hand over your mouth to stop from coughing and inhaling the smoke. Your eyes not only watered but now they burned, the smog growing thicker with every passing second. You frowned and stood up, taking careful steps to avoid stumbling, as the smoke now clouded the room like fog, making it hard to see. Ugly gray clouds were floating into the common room through the open window, curling around the chandelier on the ceiling and drifting closer to the ground as more entered. Smoke make your eyes water, but it wasn’t coming from the fireplace. In your deep thoughts, you didn’t notice how the air around you grew dense and hot, almost blistering your skin. He provoked me! Your eyes stung, growing watery and you blinked twice to clear them. Peter’s angry face was stuck in your brain no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The last flame was blown out by a gust of wind from the open window, grey smoke rising from the fireplace. Like we don’t have enough of that already. There were no spies in Hogwarts and the Prophet was only doing it to stir up tension. The fight was over an article that the Daily Prophet published about spies in Hogwarts and the argument would have gone on for hours if Professor Binns hadn’t forced you two out of the classroom, raising his voice to tell you class was over twenty minutes ago. It was, as always over something stupid, but that didn’t stop you and him from arguing. Today was the end of the first week at Hogwarts, now your fifth year and today you had yet another fight with Peter. All the others had gone to bed but you stayed, not bothering to check the time as it passed. You sat alone on the fur rug in the empty Gryffindor common room, watching the flames in the fireplace flicker and steadily die down, almost melting into the scorched wood. Wizard racism? Oh, and Peter being a hot little bitch.
Summary: Another thing you learn at Hogwarts is that smoke is never good, Peter was standing a little too close to you, and you never know who to trust, and no one is safe. *Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3* Burning (Peter Parker x Reader) Hogwarts AU
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