Imagines and One-Shots (Book Two)

Muggle Born (Michael Clifford)

i know i just posted a thing yesterday but the people of twitter voted for posting imagines when i finish them soooooooo

aLSO I HAVENT WRITTEN A MICHAEL THING IN LIKE 6 MONTHS IM SORRY PLS FORGIVE

i didnt feel like splitting this up into parts so enjoy your 3,000 words 😘

also this has a brief moment of sexual harassment near the end, so. you know. don't say i didn't warn you.

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"Look at this Muggle," Michael snickered to his friends from where he was sitting across and down the table from you, "Reading her Potions book as if that will change the fact that she's not got a single drop of magical blood in her body."

"You know, Clifford," you stated, not even looking up from your book, "Some of the greatest wizards were Muggle-born – which you would know if you bothered to open up a History book once in a while."

"I don't need a History book, Muggle," he shot back, "If I want to know about things that have happened, I'll just ask my grandparents seeing as how they were friends with Harry Potter." You couldn't help but roll your eyes – Michael's nickname for you was never anything short of rude and distasteful.

"Then I'm assuming you know that Hermione and even Harry's mother were also Muggle-borns?" you finally looked up, "But this isn't even about recent history. Professor Dumbledore's mother was a Muggle-born witch as well and a bloody good one at that. But I wouldn't expect you to know that considering you probably have other people read for you and don't actually know how to yourself." You stood up, placing your wand back into your boot, smiling at the people around the table staring at you in shock as they hadn't even noticed you flick your wrist toward the blonde boy. "And I hope you've brought an umbrella along with you today, Michael," you said, "Forecasts are calling for rain in about...3 seconds." You lifted your bag over your shoulder, walking away from the table.

Three seconds later, you heard Michael begin shouting as the rain cloud you'd created over him started pouring water. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you heard people ask those around them how you did that without ever even muttering a spell in the middle of your speech.

But after you'd turned the corner, you heard someone coming up behind you.

You felt a hand grab your upper arm tightly, spinning you around. Michael had the most enraged expression you'd ever seen, his blonde hair sticking to his face in the aftermath of the small rainstorm you'd cast.

"What the hell was that?" Michael grumbled, his face dangerously close to yours so he could whisper and still be heard loud and clear.

"An unfortunate time a shower?" you shrugged, not at all fazed by his clear attempt at trying to scare you.

"Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?"

"Not actively, but if I do, it's an added bonus."

"You don't want to play this game with me, Muggle," he growled. You had a small smirk on your face as you leaned toward him.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Clifford," you said softly, hearing him swallow thickly and feeling his shaky breath on your lips as they ghosted over his. "And for the record," you whispered, your tongue swiping across your bottom lip as you looked into Michael's eyes, "You're really hot when you're angry." Michael was rendered speechless as you took your arm out of his hand and backed away.

You made sure to spend an extra second staring at him, your eyes traveling up and down his body. When your eyes met his again, you smirked, then turned around and started heading back to the castle so you could study in the peace and quiet of your dorm room.