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SHE - L.E

SUMMARY: Through the years (Y/N) has fallen in love with Lily Evans while she falls for James Potter.

PAIRING: Lily Evans x femSlytherin!reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: Angst with a sad ending. OOC Severus Snape. Mention of death. I cried while writing this so beware.

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Am I allowed to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?

Lily was laying face down in your bed, she wore a long T-shirt that barely covered her thighs, while you changed your outfit. You tried not to look out of respect, however you couldn't help but worry for your sanity. After all, being in love with your best friend meant having to endure looking at her without being able to touch her or kiss her.

If someone asked you when you realized you were completely smitten with the redhead at your side, you would answer in a heartbeat. Fourth year, Slytherin had won the Quidditch cup after a rough game against Gryffindor. All her housemates were booing and yelling, but not Lils, she ran to the other side of the pitch and tackled me in a bear hug.

“What do you think?” You asked her. Lily dropped her magazine on the bed and turned to look at you, her bright green eyes roaming your body as she examined the lime green dress you wore for your friends date.

“Gosh (Y/N) You're such a babe.” You knew she meant it, but not in the way you would've liked. Still you smiled brightly at her. But deep inside you, you longed for the day when those words were more than just friendly, when Lily Evans looked at you with the same adoration and love that you had for her.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her in a polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

Lily Evans always carried around that peach flavored chapstick everywhere. It was her thing, her perfume was a green apple scent that you gifted her for her birthday, you didn’t know, but she wore it everyday. It made her feel closer to you, her best friend.

You on the other hand were never seen without that muggle camera, your mother had given it to you and you carried it everywhere, most of the polaroids you took were of the daily Hogwarts life, studying at the library, hanging at the Three broomsticks, spending time with Severus and Lily.

The picture you cherished the most however, was a polaroid of the Gryffindor redhead, Lily appeared smiling at the camera, her head tilted a little bit to the right, her hair loose while her eyes were closed, the sunlight couldn’t have been more perfect because it captured her essence brightly.

“Are you ever going to tell her?” Severus asked, clearly annoyed at your lack of bravery and Lily’s obliviousness. You looked at the other side of the great hall, Potter was talking to her happily while Lily rolled her eyes, but you could see the smile that creeped on her lip.

“Let it go, Sev. You and I both know it would only end badly.”

I'd never tell

No I'd never say a word

And oh it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt

“Merlin, When is he going to give up?” You said, your tone clearly showing how annoyed you were at James Potter, maybe it was the fact that he could express how he felt without the fear of judgment, of losing Lily because he never really had her. But then again, you didn’t have her either.

“I don't know, but he's getting less insufferable. Don't you think so?” You rolled your eyes, Lily was caught off guard by this, you were never one to act that way. If only she knew just how badly you wanted to tell her, show her how you truly felt.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” She asked, completely oblivious to the bad feeling that settled into your chest, you got a hold of your books and abruptly stood up. “I’m perfectly fine, I just remembered I have to go and ask professor McGonagall something about that essay.”

With that, you left the library, the tears that rolled down your cheeks went unnoticed by Lily, but not by a certain glass wearer Gryffindor that had been watching you from afar.

She smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her in a polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

You loved to spend your nights on the Slytherin common room, especially when it was cold, you were wrapped around a warm blanket, laying on the love seat while the fire of the chimney brought you comfort, the book in your hand that narrated the love story of two naive teenagers spoke to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?”

“Huh?” You raised your head from your book to look at Lily, she stormed into the empty common room, something she did since both you and Severus were Slytherins and you used to sneak her in. She was just back from her first ever date with James Potter, a few weeks ago she had asked for your opinion on her outfit, and ever since then, you both were drifting apart.

“I asked what on earth is going on with you lately? You haven't spoken to me in three days, you act distant, and all of a sudden James tells me that he thinks you're in love with me!”

You noticed the tears that rolled down your cheeks, your heart was beating so rapidly that you believed it would get tired and stop. “Would it be so bad if I was?” Your voice sounded so vulnerable, broken.

She stood there, just looking at you with her mouth parted, at a loss for words. “Wh-what?”

“You stood from your seat, fully facing Lily, her fiery red hair matched the fire that you felt at the pit of your stomach. “Would you be so disgusted by me if I told you that I love you? That I have fallen for a girl who happens to be my best friend?”

“ (Y/N) I-'' She tried to carry on but you continued talking, getting closer and closer to the girl you loved. “That the reason why I needed space was because i can't stand the thought of you and James Potter because that should be me and-”

This time, it was her who took the next step, Lily got a hold of your shirt and pulled you towards her, the movement so sudden you would have fallen if it wasn't for the pair of hands that held you by the waist.

All your life, you dreamed for the moment your lips met, and now that it was happening, your mind couldn't think about anything but her. Lily Evans tasted just like that stupid peach flavored chapstick, the smell of her perfume was so intoxicating and you felt like you were floating. And at the same time, it was such a bittersweet feeling that was installed on your chest.

Lily pulled apart just as abruptly as she kissed you, both of you had tears in your eyes, she wouldn't even look you when she turned around and without a single word spoken, left, leaving you behind. All you could think was how it was perhaps the ending of your story, one that never even had the chance to begin.

And I'll be okay

Admiring from afar

Cause even when she's next to me

We could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall

But to her

I taste of nothing at all

A month had gone by and even if you tried to speak to Lily, she avoided you at all costs, by the second week you had accepted that not only had you lost a friend, you had lost your other half.

So, taking matters into your own hands, you stood outside the Gryffindor common room, trying to ignore the deathly glares you received from the other members of the house.

Once you spotted Lily leaving the common room, you got a hold of her hand. “I have to tell you something.”

All it took was a look into your eyes to know that this was your last chance of making things right between both of you, so she nodded as she said goodbye to Marlene and Alice.

As Lily guided you through the halls and into an empty classroom, you felt your chest tightening once more, what you were about to do had you in tears already. She opened the door and you threw yourself into her arms.

“I love you Lils,” You said, the tears that fell from your eyes right into her shirt were the last thing you worried about, her arms wrapped around your torso and she held you just as tightly.

For a couple of seconds that was all you did, hold each other.

And then you broke apart, looking into those green eyes once more. Shit, maybe green has been your favorite color for all the wrong reasons. You leaned in and pressed a kiss on her cheek. Your hands were intertwined together as you whispered once more. “I love you, Lils.”

“James asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you-” You smiled, although it didn't quite reach your eyes, you promised yourself this was the last time you cried over her. Over something that never happened. “Because, it's my way of saying goodbye Lily, I'm sorry,”

After that day, the world was just a little gloomier, you would find her looking at you during class, cheering from the stands while you played Quidditch, but not once did you allow yourself to look back. Often you wondered if she too had been just as enamored by you as you were with her. Maybe she just couldn't take that leap of faith with you.

Had you known that it would be the last time you'd speak to her, you would have repeated those same three words until it stopped making sense, in the end, Lily Evans died young, and you went on to live with the memory of those piercing green eyes and the taste of that cherry chapstick.

She meant everything to me...

#lily evans #lily evans x reader #lily evans angst #james potter #severus snape #slytherin #slytherin reader #lily evans x fem!reader #angst #harry potter fandom #hp #the marauders #Youtube

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honeycomb-cinammonroll · 3 years

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I’m not dating till a boy falls in love with me the way james loved lily

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honeycomb-cinammonroll · 3 years

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YOU WISH - S. B

SUMMARY: (Y/N) bowed to never fall for Sirius Black, he however bowed to convince her into going out with him, one of them was going to have to give up at any moment.

PAIRING: Sirius Black x fem!reader. (She/her) pronouns.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Fluff. A happy ending. Dorlene. Jily vibes.

REQUEST: can u write a young sirius x reader based on this tiktok i feel like u’d write it so good https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJvAqPqB/ ☺️

A/N: Hello Anon! So, I am very sorry this took so long, but I hope it meets your expectations. Enjoy!

“Hello (Y/N), Fancy meeting you here,” Sirius Black did not consider himself much of a relationship kind of guy. Sure, he had one or two partners before, but nothing you could call serious. (Pun intended) Still, when he first saw you, he was intrigued. But years of flirting taught him that you weren't interested. Yet. “In the class we've taken together for six years? Yes, what a coincidence.”

Behind him, Sirius could hear the laughter of James echoing across the potions classroom. He sent a deadly glare to Prongs before sitting down next to you, and all you could do was roll your eyes. “Is there anything I can help you with, Black?”

He wore that smirk that drove everyone into a blushing mess, you included, of course he was charming, he was Sirius fucking Black for Merlin’s sake! But physical beauty wasn't enough to grab your attention. “Go out with me, (Y/N)”

For a second, Sirius thought that you would say yes, there was a small smile playing on your lips, but once your eyes met his, he knew what your answer would be. “Lovely offer, but I’ll pass.”

You grabbed your notebooks along with the potions book and got up from your seat, leaving Sirius alone while James was cracking up in the background. “Shut up, prongs!”

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Your favorite place in Hogwarts was an abandoned classroom that you and your friends had turned into a sanctuary, it was decorated with Christmas lights, warm blankets and a comfortable couch. As well as protected with a simple charm so that no other students stumbled upon it.

Marlene and Dorcas were both sharing a love seat, they kept chatting while you just sat there, reading a new chapter of the book you were currently obsessed with.

There was a knock in the door. knock…knock…knock… You knew it was Lily, so happily you ran to the door and opened it. “Lily! …and Potter?”

She shot you a look that said I’ll explain later. So, you opened the door, only to find the four marauders waiting, they rapidly got in, and closed the door behind them just in time for you to hear the screams of the professor they had pranked.

“Why are you helping them?” You asked, trying to calm your tone of voice even if you were furious with Lily for showing them your secret spot. She threw you an apologetic smile, but it was James that answered. “Because, she agreed to go on a date with me and I couldn’t be stuck in detention.”

He wrapped his arm around her and you huffed, Traitor. You hated Sirius and she hated James, you were supposed to hate them together, but the look of happiness in her eyes made you smile. After all, you just wanted your friend to be happy.

“(Y/N) any plans for the weekend?” Asked Peter, you could see him sending a knowing look to Sirius, but you chose to ignore it and sat down next to Remus and Peter, just in front of the grey eyed boy who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Well, Marlene and Dorcas are going on a date and I was planning on spending the day with Lily, but since she’s going to abandon me for Potter, I guess I’ll just wander around Hogsmeade.” You smiled kindly at Peter and Remus, and tried to continue on with your reading.

Your smile disappeared the moment Sirius appeared next to you, that signature smirk plastered on his face. “So,” oh, no. “Fancy a trip to Hogsmeade? Maybe we could do a double date!”

You tried your hardest not to smile, and looked him dead in the eyes. “How about…No. I’m sure any other girl in Hogwarts would be honored though.”

You grabbed your book along with your backpack and left the room. Sirius Black was a player, he just needed someone else to fool around with. But you knew that if you allowed yourself to fall for him, the only result would be heartbreak.

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Hogsmeade during the winter was your favorite place in the world. It was magical in every way possible, one of the few places where the magical community could just be themselves.

You walked through the small town, buying new quills and some sweets at Honeydukes, you even visited the pet store and played with some Nifflers. All of that left you exhausted, so after a few hours, you decided a butterbeer wasn't the worst idea.

That's how you found yourself at the Three Broomsticks, Butterbeer in hand while you leaned against the bar, observing the people walking by. You could see Lily and James, both of them geekingly nervous, Marlene and Dorcas on the other hand were at the stage in their relationship where they didn’t care who saw them making out.

Your eyes landed on him, and a frown made its way onto your face. Sirius Black was surrounded by a group of girls, some of them you recognized from Quidditch practice or Herbology class. They were clearly flirting with him, but the fact that he was looking at you and not them made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He was walking towards you, butterbeer in hand, leaving all of them speechless. “Black, I see you're enjoying your evening.” You raised your eyebrows, thinking that by then he had realized you weren't interested and could move on. “I don't get it. We could've had a great time together, and you turned me down to spend the day alone.”

You had gathered your purse and your jacket, walking towards the door, however, Sirius was right behind you. “I quite like to be alone, I don't need a fanbase that follows me around.”

He got a hold of your hand, and turned you around, the look in his eyes showed you he was being serious. “Is that what this is about? Are you jealous?”

“You wish!” A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “I just don’t understand why you keep asking me out and then flirting with any other living girl in Hogwarts, maybe even Myrtle.” He was getting closer and closer, your cheeks were flushed red, and it wasn't because of the cold, but because of the close proximity.

“I don't pay attention to any of them, all I want is a chance to show you that I'm not half as bad as you think I am.” You could feel his breath hitting against your neck, you could only hope he didn't notice your shaky breathing, although you could feel that smirk from a mile away. “Just one date, (Y/N)”

You took a second to try and think clearly, but your answer surprised the both of you. “Okay, one date. Not my fault if you blow it.” He smiled, and for the first time in forever, you smiled at him as well. “Great, how about tomorrow, or maybe we could…”

Before he carried on, you place your hand in his mouth, causing him to sound muffled. “No, Black. We are going to have that date now, and we're going to start by going to Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop and make fun of every couple there.”

Sirius smirk was plastered on his face, he got a hold of your hand and laughed. “Oh, you are perfect.” As you walked through the frozen path of Hogsmeade, you couldn't help but wish that this was the first of many dates together.

#sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader #james potter #sirius orion black #sirius black x you #hogwarts

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honeycomb-cinammonroll · 3 years

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‘girls don’t want boyfriends’ …

your right,, i want iconic wizards and witches from the 70′s …

-james.

-sirius.

-remus.

-young peter.

-marlene.

-lily.

-mary.

-dorcas.

-mary.

-alice

-regulus

… tell me i’m wrong.

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honeycomb-cinammonroll · 3 years

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The day I stop defending Percy Weasley will be the day I die

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honeycomb-cinammonroll · 3 years

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hii !! do u think u could ever write something w this deleted scene ?? https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJWEv6So/ maybe a ron x reader because i see u’ve already done a harry x reader recently ☺️ thank you so much and no pressure 🫂

You still owe me a dance, Ronniekins // R.W

SUMMARY: Ron Weasley is a git that can't bring himself to ask (Y/N) to the Yule ball, but can be extremely jealous of the guys that do.

PAIRING: Ron Weasley x femRavenclaw!reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: Jealousy. Fluff. A happy ending.

A/N: OKAY SO I LOVED THIS IDEA! I hope you like the final result <3

Ron Weasley hated those Durmstrang boys, Who did they think they were? With those ridiculously long cloaks that they wore all the time, and the way they walked through the halls of Hogwarts like they owned the goddamn place. Maybe the real reason he couldn't stand them was because of you.

Lately, Ron had been feeling attracted to his Charms partner, a Ravenclaw girl from his year that captivated his attention at the beginning of the year. Sure he felt attracted to the Beauxbatons girls, but that was a different kind of attraction, he laughed at your jokes and felt himself getting flustered when you would comment on his hair and how orange was your favorite color. He could feel his affection for you blooming daily, if only he had the guts to talk to you for more than just the Charms notes.

As the Yule ball neared, you grew more excited, everything had been arranged, your dress, your shoes, your hair, the only thing missing was a date, it sounded easy, but the fear of being rejected by him made you stay quiet and pray to your wishing star that Ronald Weasley asked you.

“Come on (Y/N) it's pretty obvious that boy has a crush on you.” Hermione said, smiling cheekily at you. You had both grown closer because of your love for reading, although Hermione was much more academically driven than you, you read for fun, and if something didn't catch your attention, you simply dropped it.

“I don't think so, Hermione.” You followed her gaze to the other side of the library only to find him already looking at you, you smiled shyly and lowered your gaze, the action did not go unnoticed by Harry or Ron.

Suddenly, Ron got up and in a swift motion removed all his things from his table, he was so upset that even his neck was red, without any words he practically ran out of the place, Harry shot you an apologetic smile and proceeded to follow his friend outside.

Both you and Hermione shrugged, but in the back of your mind you couldn't help but wonder, was Ronald Weasley jealous?

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His name was Maxim, he was seventeen years old and a fan of Quidditch, he liked to read just as much as you and laughed at your corny jokes, truth be told, he was probably the most perfect guy you had ever met, but there was something that kept pulling you to the moody redhead that seemed to be avoiding you lately.

You were hanging at the courtyard with your female friends, laughing at some embarrassing story when Maxim came around, he looked quite confident, and he had a bright smile plastered on his face. “(Y/N) Would you go make me the honor of accompanying me to the ball?”

Your eyes instantly turned to Ron, he had his jaw tightened, and you hoped he looked your way, to find a reason to say no to perfect Maxim, but a part of you knew you couldn't keep waiting much longer. “Yes.” Maxim kissed you hand lightly, and after bowing to you he and his mates walked away, you noticed the triumphant smile on his face and you couldn't help but mirror his expression.

“What the hell, (Y/N) I thought we were going together!” And just like that your smiled disappeared, Ron’s face was red with anger, and Harry and your friends seemed just plain uncomfortable.

“Why are you yelling at me? He asked and I said yes.” You felt your anger rising to your chest, the feeling of fury blinding the both of you.

“Because you were supposed to be my date, I thought it was a silent agreement!”

“WELL, MAYBE NEXT TIME IF YOU WANT SOMETHING HAVE THE GUTS TO ASK!” and with that, you stormed off, your friends closely behind you.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, both silently agreed that didn't go well, Ron sat on the pillar, he felt defeated, if only he had asked you first. Ron felt an arm around his shoulders, and then he faced his twin brothers.

“(Y/N) seemed pretty upset, Did you scare her off already?” Fred was smirking at his younger brother, his twin beside him had the same expression. “Honestly, we didn't think she could put up with you this long.”

“Oh, shove off, I'm not in the mood.” Ron shrugged, he was so deflated, he was going to wear horrible dress robes and not even get the chance of taking the girl he fancied to the ball. Meanwhile, Harry explained the situation to the twins.

“Well, looks like our Ronniekins is finally entering the magical age where girls break his heart.”

“Oh George, They grow up so fast.” Fred pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes, Ron pushed both his brother and left the place, ignoring the laughter behind him as he focused on remembering your face, the only consolation he had was hoping to spot you in your beautiful dress robes the day of the ball.

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You checked your dress one last time in the mirror, your friends had all already left with their partners but you and Maxim had agreed to meet at the entrance of the Great hall. Unfortunately, you haven't got the chance to speak with Ron, maybe you were both just equally stubborn and proud to offer an apology, still, you hoped everything fell into place with time, but now you had to enjoy the night.

You walked alone through the halls of Hogwarts, enjoying the silence of the night. The only sound that could be heard was the heel of your shoe bumping on the hard floor. Once you finally reached the stairs, you breathed deeply and then walked down as gracefully as you could.

When his eyes landed on you, Ron could've sworn the world had stopped, you wore a (F/C) dress that reached your ankle, the sleeves were shoulder length, but what made it all much more stunning was you, there was a sweet smile adorning your face, your cheeks had a small amount of pink plasterer on them, and that's when he realized how much of a fool he had been.

Maxim offered his hand to you and you took it, he whispered how beautiful you looked as both of you entered the Great Hall. He said hello to his mates and your eyes wandered through the place, you couldn't believe how beautiful the decorations were, you looked at every corner of the place until your gaze landed on Ron and Padma Patil, she looked beautiful and he looked, well Ron looked uncomfortable, he kept tugging his collar and offering awkward smiles at Padma.

The rest of the night passed in a blur, you danced and laughed, drank spiked lemonade (Courtesy of the twins) but your eyes kept wandering to the corner of the ballroom where a miserable looking Ron sat next to a much more miserable looking Padma. Maxim must have noticed this because he took you out of the dance floor and guided you to an empty hall.

“You are a feautiful girl (Y/N) and I was lucky to dance vith you, but it is clear you wish to be with someone else.” His accent was thick, but you could understand everything he said, and that made you feel worse. Perfect Maxim was as comprehensive as he was handsome. “I'm so sorry, I really hope we can be friends, Maxim.”

He smiled kindly at you, kissed your hand and once more bowed. “Maybe I could ask Miss Patil to dance vith me.” He walked away from you, and you sat on the cold floor, taking off your heels as you looked out through one of the pillars, the moon shining down on you.

“Can I join you?” You hadn't heard his voice in what felt like a long time, so you scooched over and gave Ron some space, he sat down next to you, his eyes wandering through your features as he cherished your closeness. Without giving it much thought, you rested your head on his shoulder, and at that moment Ron could've died a happy man.

“I owe you an apology, I was a proper git to you.”

“Yes you were.” He noticed your playful smirk on your lips and realized you had forgiven him a long time ago. To test the waters, Ron carefully held your hands, and once he noticed you weren't pulling apart, he kissed it carefully. It felt different than with Maxim, maybe because Ron was just that special.

“I really do fancy you (Y/N) and I hope you give me the chance to prove it to you.” His heart was beating faster than ever as he waited for your response, but he felt like everything was tumbling down when you rapidly stood up, Maybe you just weren't interested.

But once he saw your hand extended for him to take it, all his worries left his mind, he happily obliged. “Where are we going?” You smiled at him, and without a warning, left a chaste peck on his lips, to quick for him to realize until it had happened, but once you pulled apart, you were met with those bright blue eyes looking at you, and a blushed Ron that held your hand tightly, as to keep him grounded or to make him realize it wasn't a dream.

“We are going back to the great hall. You still owe me a dance, Ronniekins.”

#ron weasley #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x reader #harry potter fandom #hp #hermione granger #yule ball #ravenclaw #ravenclaw reader #ronald weasley

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OMG IM THE ANON THATS BEEN ALL UP IN UR INBOX AND THAT REQUESTED THE HARRY X READER AND OMG ?? ITS GOOD IM GONNA CRY I LOVE IT SM EVERYTHING EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS I RLY JUST— OMG ?? I CANT GET OVER IT AAAAAH

SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT BABE!

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OMG U DO TAKE REQ?? cool omg do u think u could write a bffs to lovers w harry w his book personality in like sixth year where he’s quidditch captain and like it ends in fluff but yk angst🤞🤞 THANK U UR VERY NICE

IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY // H. P

SUMMARY: (Y/N) Mckinnon and Harry Potter have been best friends for years, but it isn't until their sixth year that she realizes she wants much more. And all because of Ginny Weasley and those Quidditch matches.

PAIRING: Harry Potter x Gryffindor!reader. ( Also Marlene Mckinnon's child because Why not? Lets just imagine she’s alive for a minute )

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: tons of Fluff but also Angst, Love triangle ( NO GINNY SLANDER ) Potter being oblivious (Just like his father) and reader being even more oblivious.

A/N: I really hope you like this as much as I do, and that it fits what you imagined. Now its not 100% accurate to the book ( Because of the Mckinnon’s) but I still hope it fits your expectations. <3

Harry Potter and (Y/N) Mckinnon grew up together, The Mckinnon family moved to Privet drive as soon as Marlene heard her best friend's son lived there. The Dursley's had tried to separate the two of you, but it only took a couple of threats and minor spells ( Like turning the AC on only in their room and mysteriously hiding their car keys every single morning ) from Aunt Marlene to make them give up.

So Harry James Potter grew up with stories of his parents, he had dinner every Friday over at your house, and if things got too bad, a comfortable place to sleep in. He grew up loved. You viewed him as your second half, your partner in crime, your best friend.

As your sixth year appeared, tension ran high in the magical community, with Sirius Black dead, not only your best friend was devastated, but your mother as well. The return of Voldemort had created a looming darkness over you, but you tried your best to push it to the back of your head and enjoy your school year.

Mornings were definitely not your favorite, still, when captain Harry Potter asked you to meet him at the Quidditch pitch for the tryouts after breakfast, you didn't have much choice but to appear. There he stood, he had grown over the summer so it was no surprise his Quidditch gear didn't fit quite well, although you disagreed.

They were tighter around his waist and chest, maybe you had always been too preoccupied with tests and death eaters because this was the first time you noticed Harry, like truly noticed him. The way he cracked his neck before starting to talk, how he raised his brows instead of rolling his eyes when something bothered him.

“Come on (Y/N) Where's your head at?” He asked, you. That's what you would’ve liked to answer, but instead you tried to focus on the tryouts, you wanted to keep your position as a chaser. You did fairly good, however, When Harry mentioned the three chasers, your name was not one of them, even if you had been part of the team for three years.

“What the hell, Potter?” He knew you were furious, just like the rest of the trying members that were yelling, but instead of addressing you he turned to the agitated crowd. “That's my final decision and if you don't get out for the Keepers I'll hex you.”

That's when you noticed Ginny Weasley sending you an apologetic smile, So, Was kicking you out of the team just a strategy to profess his love for Weasley? What a dick move. Not that you cared, that's what you told yourself as you walked away, hoping a long shower could wash off the feeling of betrayal.

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Soon enough, your anger dissipated, you started to enjoy the free time that had been stolen from you because of Quidditch practices, and even spend your free period with Hermione, although there wasn't much talking done because you were both studying for your classes. And in no time, the Game against Slytherin came.

You wore your best red clothes, yelled and cheered for the team and for Harry, a sense of pride and happiness when he caught the snitch. And you ran through the pitch just to hug him, the new feeling of warmness settled on your chest but you chose to ignore it.

The party in the common room was fun as always, you did your best to enjoy your night to the fullest, until Lavender Brown and Ron Weasley started snogging in the middle of the place. The smile on Hermione’s face disappeared and so did she, but you followed after her.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, until Hermione broke the silence. “How does it feel, When you see Harry and Ginny together?”

“What are you talking about, Mione? I don't care if Harry fancies Ginny.”

She rolled her eyes at you, and then realized you were just as clueless as your best friend. “Are you telling me you are not in love with Harry?” You froze, completely taken off guard, you wanted to deny it, but the words didn't want to come out, and that's when you realized. Maybe that was the reason why you had been spending less time with your best friend, could it be that you had fancied him all this time? She's right, I AM in love with Harry Potter. Oh shit.

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Apparently, Hermione wasn't the only one that noticed your strange behaviour, when you told your mother about your new found feelings, her response was simple. “Oh darling, I've known for years, you both are just two oblivious teenagers. Don't worry though, he takes after his father. Potter men are just clueless."

Luckily for you, Harry didn't pick up on your nervousness around him, or how you blushed every time your thighs brushed by accident, or how you suddenly melted when he passed his arm around you.

The rest of the year passed with you trying your hardest to control your feelings and lovestruck looks, with Harry spending more and more time secluded with that potions book from the half-blood prince. Unknowingly to you, the only other thought on his mind was you. He realized he fancied you during fifth year, but the order, Dumbledore's army and then Sirius’ death became too much just to worry about teenage feelings.

Besides, Was he willing to risk years of friendship just because he was pining after you?

The last game of the season passed in a blur, and once more you found yourself in the common room. Harry had not played due to his detention with Snape, so you hadn't seen him but you chatted happily with Seamus and Dean about some explosion the Irish kid caused, until you heard the whistles.

It was like everything repeated once more, you watched as Ginny kissed Harry, he held her by the waist and you wondered. Have I been here before? Did Hermione feel her heart breaking when she saw Ron in that position just months before? It was more than your heart could bear, so you did the only thing you could, leave.

Walking along the corridors at night, without a wand and with the risk of getting caught was better than staying there, even if you barely could see anything through the tear that ran through your cheeks and blocked your view.

“(Y/N) wait.” You walked faster, not in the mood to put up with him of all people, but he caught up with you eventually. “Merlin, you're fast.”

“What's the matter, Potter?” He frowned, listening to his last name coming out of your mouth felt weirdly unnatural, he was Harry to you, not Potter. “I should be asking you that question, you ran away quicker than Neville escaping from Snape.”

“Well I'm just not in the mood for parties.” He knew you were lying, and maybe deep down he hoped you were jealous, cause that would mean you were interested in him in a romantic sort of way. “Should you go back and enjoy the party? It looked like you were having fun with Gin.”

“Come on, (Y/N) we both know there's something upsetting you.”

“Fine! You're the cause of me being miserable, with your tight quidditch robes and your annoying habit of being the last person to notice anything! Merlin, Harry. Can't you see I'm in love with you?”

You both froze at your last sentence, slowly you saw a sly smirk appear on his face. “No! You can't go around replacing me for pretty redheads and then laugh at me when I confess my feeling to you, you know what, your such a-"

You kept rambling, not even paying attention to the boy in front of you, instead you dropped every single thought that crossed your mind over the course of the year. Fortunately, Harry kept whispering, and you were able to hear two sentences. “I pulled her away from me after you left.” and “I love you.”

“You love me?” Once he noticed what he said, his demeanor changed completely, his face tightened and he took a defensive stand. “So? you loved me first, you said it!”

Fuck it. You took a step forward, wrapping your arms around his neck while he held your head, one of his hands kept on your scalp as the other caressed your cheek. Harry kissed you like you'd never been kissed before, it was sweet and slow, like you had all the time in the world, and even if it only lasted seconds, you knew it would be the best kiss you'd ever receive.

You both smiled like two lovestruck idiots, he kept holding your hand tightly while drawing circles with his thumb. “I'm sorry (Y/N), I had no idea you felt the same way.”

You couldn't help but laugh at how dumb both of you had acted, receiving some nasty comments form the paintings that were clearly annoyed at you for making too much in the middle of the night, but you couldn't care less. “You truly are an oblivious git.” Maybe your mother was right after all. Potter men were apparently completely clueless. Oh well, nothing you haven't been able to handle.

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OMG UR SO TALENTED “INSIDE THE BROOM CUPBOARD” WAS SO GOOD😭😭

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE!

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DO U TAKE REQUESTS

yes of course, Im still getting used to tumblr so I don't really know if there's a way to open up requests but you can ask for pretty much any Harry Potter character (Except Voldy, sorry) <3

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INSIDE THE BROOM CLOSET - J.P

SUMMARY: (Y/N) and James Potter are running away from Filch and end up locked in the broom closet.

PAIRING: James Potter x Hufflepuff!reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

WARNINGS: none? steamy making out?

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“This is all your fault.”

“Shut up and keep running, Potter.” It all started because of James Potter and his stupid ideas, he hadn’t stop talking about a prank he had been planning for weeks, and you being a Hufflepuff were vital for it to work.

The plan consisted on him sneaking up in the kitchens and changing all the sugar to salt, as well as the honey for booger flavored slime while you kept your eyes on the door. You found it gross, but being James’ long time friend made it impossible to tell him no. So, it was simple, James would change the ingredients, Peter and Sirius would distract the house Elves, Remus would be in charge of keeping an eye on the hall while you guarded the door and then, you would sneak them into your common room.

It was all going well, the elves were distracted with a rat and a dog running around the kitchen while they caused a mess, there were utensils flying everywhere but it seemed like the elves only cared for the animals destroying their kitchen. James was on the other side of the place and you couldn't help but glance his way.

There was flour in his hair, but the playful smirk didn't leave his face for a second. His glasses were almost falling off, the sleeves of his long shirt were rolled up, and his hands were at full display. Maybe if you hadn't been distracted by how strong and handsome he seemed, you would’ve heard Remus’ signal.

That's how you found yourself running away from Filch and his creepy cat, James held your hand tightly and you tried your hardest to ignore the rapid beat of your heart. Left, right, right, left… At some point you had lost the other three boys but in this kind of situation, it was every man for themselves.

“Come on, (Y/N) We'll lose him here.” You turned once more and faced a simple looking wooden door, without hesitating, the both of you hurried inside, but quickly realized your mistake once the door closed behind James. It was locked, Oh Helga.

“Please tell me you have your wand,” You whispered yell, hoping Filch couldn't find you but at the same time praying someone else opened the door from the outside. “I left it in the common room, Do you have yours?”

“I think I dropped it.” Now both of you were in full panic mode, there were a few brooms and cleaning products in the place that reduced your space, and truth be told you were never a fan of enclosed spaces. James noticed this the second he locked eyes with you and your frightened state so he stepped away, hoping to give you enough room.

At least the light is on. As if someone had heard you, both you and James could clearly listen to Filch talking to McGonagall, James carefully turned the light off, and as if on instinct, you snuggled closer to him, once again, almost hearing your heart beating faster than ever.

“Professor, they went that way.” You could see the shadow of their feet from the other side of the door, your thoughts were racing inside your hair, but then again you've always overthink everything. However, your mind became blank once you felt a pair of strong arms grabbing your waist tightly, your eyes looked down only to find James’ hands on your lower abdomen, he was drawing soothing circles on top of your school blouse.

“Is this alright?” He asked, whispering in your ear. That simple action sent shivers down your spine and you nodded eagerly, making James smile on the back of your neck. After what felt like forever, the shadows disappeared, however, James didn't turn the lights back on, instead he got as close to you as possible.

“You're so tense, Love.” The combination of his warmth along with the nickname made you turn your head back, you could feel his breath hitting the side of your neck, and for a second you wondered if it was all truly happening, but felt so real once he started leaving kisses along the brick of your jaw.

You just knew you were a goner. Once you couldn't control yourself any longer, you turned around, facing him. James’ facial features were like those of a greek god, a sharp jaw, a strong chin, and those eyes that always seemed filled with happiness now looked like hunger.

You had alway wondered how James Potter tasted, the answer was mint tea, and you loved it. James kissed you like his life depended on it, so rough yet gentle at the same time and it made you feel dizzy because How was he so fucking good at everything? You were so concentrated on his lips you barely had time to register how he had you pinned against the wall.

His hands held you from the waist. “Jump.” James said, and you didn't hesitate, his hand travelled to the brick of your back, while the other kept you both firmly in place, and suddenly, you didn't want to leave that dirty closet anymore.

As you both took a breath, he placed his forehead on yours, enjoying the closeness, his lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, you couldn't be better yourself, however you wouldn't have it any other way. He smiled sweetly at you, James was about to speak when you both heard an audible click.

Peter was standing at the entrance, you wand on his right hand. He had a goofy smirk plastered on his face. “You owe me two galleons, Padfoot!” He yelled, and you could clearly hear Sirius’ groans and complaints, however, the only thing on your mind was the minutes spent inside that broom closet and the blush that creeped on your cheeks and neck.

The boys were teasing James for his crooked tie and wrinkled shirt, He laughed at the comments, and interlocked his fingers with yours before turning on his heels and guiding you both through the halls of the castle.

“Where are we going?”

“On a proper date, and then we'll definitely do more of that, just maybe on a bed this time, Love.”

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