[Awesome Trio x Reader] Cold Lips and Hypocrites

Author's Note: This was a request from AliceIsAwesome1, featuring the Awesome Trio; Denmark [Matthias], Gilbert [Prussia] and America [Alfred] in a Hogwarts AU. Enjoy and comment! ((Look for key in after story e.g. [h/c]))

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    “There she is… does my hair look awesome?”

    “No it looks absolutely crap. How about mine?”

    “Guys, guys, everyone knows that hero’s hair is totally awesome, right? Right?”

    Three boys peeked out behind a corner, staring at the back of student with [h/c] hair flowing over her black robes. Other Hogwarts students were casting looks at them, eyes showing confusion. One of the three boys, the albino, Gilbert, glared at them with his red eyes, before switching back to staring at the back of [f/n]. Then, a blonde boy broke away from the trio and chased after the back they were staring at.

    “Hey, Matthias! Oi, no fair!” protested Alfred, the other blonde boy, chasing after Matthias. Gilbert swore and followed suit.

    Crashing into [f/n], Matthias let out a ‘boo!’ and the girl turned around.

    “Matthias! I thought you had Quidditch practice!” exclaimed [f/n], breaking off the conversation of a fellow [h/n] student. [f/n]’s friend waved goodbye, winking at the trio of boys. Matthias grinned and placed his hands on his hips.

    “Yup! But we finished early because I was just too awesome,” he explained. [f/n] laughed. She had grown used to the word ‘awesome’ for the past years; to the ‘Awesome Trio’, as Alfred, Gilbert and Matthias liked to call themselves, the word ‘awesome’ was kind of like the word ‘I’ to a normal person. In other words, they use it a lot.

    “Yeah, but not as awesome as the hero here!” interrupted Alfred, pointing his thumb towards himself. “Did you see that awesome goal I shot at half-time?”

    Gilbert snorted. “You mean that part where the Quaffle slipped out of your hand and you almost fell?” asked the albino, nudging Matthias. They both laughed, and Alfred harrumphed.

    Matthias was about to open his mouth to tease Alfred when he felt a hand in his hair. He looked at [f/n], who was concentrating on flattening his hair. When [f/n] caught Matthias staring at her, she smiled and pulled away.

    “Your hair always looks ruffled when you come back from Quidditch. I was trying to flatten it,” she explained to Matthias. His cheeks were tinted red, like the colour of his Gryffindor scarf. Alfred and Gilbert gaped at the Dane, before ruffling their hair with their hands violently.

    “Look, me too [f/n], me too! Oh man, was Quidditch practice windy; look at my hair! Can you flatten it down for me too?” exclaimed Alfred, pushing Matthias aside. Gilbert looked indignant that Alfred had beaten him to it, and shoved him away.

    “Well, I was at Herbology, and we had to do it outside. My lips are blue now from the cold; care to warm up for me?” said Gilbert, pointing to his lips. [f/n] turned pink, and pushed Gilbert to a reasonable distance.

    “L-Let’s head to the Great Hall for dinner,” [f/n] stammered and hurried off. The three boys glared at each other, before running after name. Just as they turned a corner, they heard a sneering voice.

    “It’s you again, [f/n]. I’m surprised you’re still here, despite being an utter failure at everything!” leered a Slytherin boy, [bully’s name]. [Bully’s name] always picked on [f/n], but of course, [f/n] never rose to the challenges and insults.

    “I really don’t want to hear that from you,” replied [f/n] coolly. The three boys ran to [f/n]’s side, glaring at the clique that had gathered behind [bully’s name]. Their hands already held wands, mind racing for a suitable spell that would hopefully end with [bully’s name] into the hospital wing for a week.

    “Oh look, [f/n]’s boyfriends. You really enjoy attention, don’t you, [f/n]. Seducing all the boy’s you set eyes on,” drawled [bully’s name]. “Although I can hardly blame you; these guys’ are just pathetic, they’d fall for anybody really. Especially that Mudbloo—”

    Halfway through the sentence, Alfred felt a shove on his chest; he was holding [f/n]’s bag. A clatter was heard until a [house colour] blur hurtled forward towards [bully’s name]. Everyone heard a sickening crack, as [bully’s name] stumbled backwards, sporting a bloody nose.

    “Care to finish that sentence?” said [f/n] quietly, although the malice in her voice was obvious. Her fist was still raised, wand cast aside metres behind her. Alfred snapped out of his shock and hurried towards [f/n].

    “I’m not really bothered about the ‘Mudblood’ term, [f/n]. Let’s just go eat dinner,” he hurriedly said. Gilbert had picked up [f/n]’s wand and shoved it into her hand, but thought about it better before snatching it out of her hand again.

    “I’ll give it back to you when we’re well away from these guys, okay?” asked Gilbert, helping Matthias drag away [f/n]. The boys exchanged looks after [f/n] calmed down and walked in front of them.

    [F/n] had always scolded them for putting multiple boys in the hospital wing, reminding them on ‘self-control’ and ‘staying calm’. But what they had just saw had totally contradicted [f/n]’s warnings and even her usually held-back personality. They had heard she burst out in her Muggle schools sometimes, with bloody results, but apparently had kept it in check when she was accepted into Hogwarts.

    As if reading their minds, [f/n] turned around and called over her shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I’m retracting the whole ‘stop-putting-people-in-the-hospital-wing’ talk, okay? That was, like, a once in a lifetime thing,” she reminded. The boys grinned, before Gilbert ran forward again.

    “My lips are still cold, just saying,” teased the albino. What he didn’t expect was a peck on the lips from [f/n]. The Awesome Trio froze, unbelieving, before chasing after [f/n] again.

    Let’s just say, that Gilbert’s, Matthias’ and Alfred’s lips were all apparently cold.