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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: (Let me know if you want a separate post for a character - I’ll go into more depth). Also this is one of my favourite posts, it’s so wholesome

Inspired by @angelltheninth. Thank you for always writing such amazing posts!

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A glimpse into your life with your HP s/o.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚

・Constantly forgets where she puts things

“It’s the nargles...” Luna mutters, looking underneath the couch pillows for her necklace.

“It’s not the nargles,” you reply, shaking your head.

・Always makes you late because she forgets her wand or bag

・So you create a space where she is allowed to dump her things. It actually made it a lot easier. You’ve dubbed it ‘Luna’s Space’

・Even though she can ‘Accio’ her things, she actually needs her wand to do that, and she also forgets her wand.

・Yes, there are a lot of animals in and around your household

・Luna cannot help but attract them

・And they’re usually a mix of muggle animals as well as magical animals

・Bowtruckles that like to hide in your jacket pockets, jackalope’s that like to sneak inside and fall asleep in front of the fire, a kneazle who actually bonded with you and rarely leaves your side (gets upset when you have to leave her at home)

・You cook as Luna is ghastly at making food

・But she tidies up and makes sure the fire is always burning (for some reason she’s always cold)

・Nights snuggling on the couch, sharing a big fuzzy blanket and staring into the flames,, or reading a book

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝

・Is very messy. He leaves his clothes scattered around the place. You’ve told him that if he continues to do it then you’ll shrink his clothes.

・He respected the threat, and his clothes now live in their proper places

・Is a bit of a wiz in the kitchen -

・Until you realised that he was just enchanting everything to cook themselves

・Is quite social so there’s usually someone coming around each week (either George or Lee Jordan)

・A lot of testers for the joke shop are done at home, so if something blows up then...Fred is in big f*cking trouble

・He actually journals a LOT

・And has some really interesting ideas

・Wants to travel with you, to experience different cultures

・Ultimately he wants to learn about different forms of magic so he can incorporate it into his life and work

・You do visit Molly a lot, and sit down with her, Ginny and Hermione to discuss life

・Arthur becomes a great confidant as well. He has some great knowledge, espcially about his son

・Fred has extravagant gifts for you. They may not be expensive since he’s saving money, but he does want to make you feel special

・In terms of pets, Fred wants ones that can be useful. But sometimes you get lonely when you come home from work and he’s still at the shop

・So you’re still deciding on what you want to get...

𝐂𝐡𝐨

・Wanted to be the sole person in charge of decorating

・An apartment not too far from the heart of London

・Everything in your house is a light blue with hints of silver and a dash of purple

・Took a lot of inspiration from the beauxbatons, their uniform as well as their overall aesthetic with a hint of Ravenclaw

・Everything is very orderly and she likes things in their proper places

・For pets you both have your Hogwarts animal - hers is an owl, and you also surprised her with a completely white ragdoll kitten on her first anniversary together (she absolutely loved it)

・Cho loves to sit down with you and talk about each other’s day. What went on and such

・She’s a very touchy person so she loves when you hold her hand and cup her cheek

・She’s also in touch with her emotions and is usually the first to cry in sad situations

・Has a certain routine for her hair, and it actually does work because it is ALWAYS SHINY

・Likes board games as well

・Has a family game night with her side of the family once every two weeks

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞

・Is surprisingly clean -

・Always picks up after himself and does a bit of spring cleaning here and there

・He picked it up from his mother; someone had to. And he was used to being the clean twin. The one who cleaned up after Fred

・His favourite meal is a full baked roast dinner. With Yorkshire puddings and loads of gravy.

・Once a week you visit the Burrow for dinner. And Molly fusses over you two, saying that you need to eat more. You always leave with a whole sack full of random items for the house. Old lamps, rolls of toilet paper, once she gave you a side table

・Fred is a constant visitor at your and George’s place. He’s almost living there himself

・There’s even been a few times where he’s gotten you groceries

・George is terrible at saying no to you, so whatever you want, you always get

・Your home is practically the Burrow - you liked the feel of George’s home so much that you did your best to recreate it but add a bit of you in as well

・George absolutely loves living with you. His heart is always full.

・Sometimes he’ll come home and Fred will be in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry while you’re on the lounge reading, drawing or listening to music

・It’s a quiet life but George loves it. It’s a reprieve from the shop with Fred, which is always loud and chaotic

・You do visit him and he always has a beaming smile on his face when he sees you

・At home there’s a room full of packages for the joke shop. Some simply toys, others potions and oils. Do you test them out? Sure do - George is happy for you to do so

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲

・Grew up with everything handed to her on a silver platter

・Once she changed her view on muggles, her family basically threw her out

・Taking pity on her, and thinking the world can be better, you created a friendship. Friendship grew to relationship and that grew to love.

・So, instead of being merely roommates, you were now a couple

・She’s not the easiest person to get along with. But once you both found your flow, then you were both settled.

・Pansy forced her femininity in school, but she found that she actually preferred to take on the ‘masculine roles.

・Can’t lie magic is still a big help though, and Pansy would be absolutely lost if she was in the muggle world

・Your friends are now her friends. It took a lot of time for them to get around the idea, especially Ginny, but turns out they bonded really deeply

・When Ginny invited the both of you to the Burrow one day Pansy cried that very night

・She had never seen a family like this

・There was so much love. And Mrs Weasley was so attentive.

・One of the things that Pansy loved the most was when Mrs Weasley called her “dear”

・And you nearly cried because it’s such a little thing and Pansy never got to experience that

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

・He wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this

・Because Harry grew up in the muggle world, as did you, so you were both excited to find the charms that would make domestic life easier

・Like in the Burrow, where Mrs Weasley had the chores done by magic

・So you and Harry went to Hermione to find the charms (for some reason Flitwick hadn’t taught that)

・The first time you used it, you and Harry jumped up in the air and wooped. You high fived and kept doing it on different items

・It’s one of your favourite memories

・Headmaster McGonnagall comes to dinner every second Tuesday - she wanted it to be weekly but she was just too busy.

・She comes in her robes and is tight lipped when she first enters your home. But after she sits down, her demeanour changes.

・Minerva knows what she can and can’t say, but when she’s had a few wines she becomes loose-lipped

・Once she turned into her animagus and fell asleep on your lap, purring loudly

・Sometimes you have to leave the room because her and Harry have very intense conversations; you just want to give him privacy - he never wants you to leave. But you’re usually make ten minutes later with three steaming cups of tea

・You have framed pictures of Dumbledore, Hagrid and Snape hanging on the hallway walls

・His parents are in the centre on the fireplace mantelpiece

・The first night you slept in your own home, Harry cried. When you asked why, he told you a story about the Dursleys

・And then you started crying as well

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞

・Busy lifestyle. She always has something to do, so you both split the chores 50/50 as you both work

・Things always have their place. And when they aren’t in their place Hermione does her best not to lose it

・And the house is always clean (she knows all the charms)

・The kitchen cleans itself, the bed is always made, shoes are at the front door etc

・They’re charms that are a few steps ahead of what Mrs Weasley uses (Hermione learnt them while reading of course). Once she tried to tell Mrs Weasley about them and the red-headed woman practically walked away (she thinks her way is best).

・You’ve asked Hermione to teach you everything she knows, that’s why your relationship works. You love her intelligence and knowledge.

・She isn’t that big on pets though, and has a 5 year plan

“I’m sorry Y/n, but having a pet wasn’t a part of our plan.”

“Hermione please, look at him!”

・She absolutely crumbled when you did the puppy dog eyes while holding the puppy against your face

“...okay fine, but I’m not picking up any poo.” (She most certainly did.)

・So you have beagle called Finley. And Hermione pretended to be indifferent with him for about a week, and then she fell in love

・Finley goes everywhere with you two, and Hermione’s parents are shocked when the three of you turn up to dinner

“Umm, sweetheart why-”

“This is Finley, mum and dad, please treat him with respect.”

𝐑𝐨𝐧

・He had no idea where to start when you first moved in together. He was an absolute mess

“I just don’t know what you mean by decorating! This is too stressful-”

・Has Harry around a lot. Or at least, asks him to come around a lot

・You guys go to the Burrow at least once a week for a family dinner - everyone is there, and when someone can’t attend, Mrs Weasley is nearly on the brink of tears

・After Ron gets used to the idea of living in his own place, with you. He starts to settle. He finds his routine.

・He’s usually the last one to wake up and the last to go to bed.

・Absolutely adores sweets, and keeps a whole drawer full next to his bed. In the middle of the night you’ll hear a rustle and it’s Ron opening a chocolate frog

“Aw, Dumbledore again-”

・Sends howlers to Fred and George, specifically to their shop so they’ll open them in the middle of the store

・You told Ron it was a terrible idea because they hit back 5x harder

・Harry tells Ron about television and Ron absolutely loses it, goes out and buys one the next day

・His favourite programmes are the Vicar of Dibley and Absolutely Fabulous (although pretends to hate it - turns it off whenever you come into the room),

𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲

・So excited to move in together!!!

・Her parents are extra pushy because she’s their little girl. But they know you’ll look after her (which is true, but Ginny is the one who wears the pants in this relationship)

・A lot of Quidditch posters and books

・You have to tell her not to ride her broom in the house

・Wants to adopt ALL THE DOGS

・She’s at Quidditch practice a lot, so you usually get the things you need to get done in that time so when she comes back you can spend time together

・Ginny is always bringing you back flowers. And they’re huge bouquets. They’re different every time

・Likes to surprise you with her cooking skills because Mrs Weasley is a bit traditional that way (she didn’t teach her sons how to cook)

・Actually doesn’t cry that often and has her sh*t together most of the time

・Or she seems like she has her shit together most of the time

・Very good at remembering appointments and the like

・Didn’t care much about decorating the place, but did want it to be cosy like the Burrow

・Has little knick knacks on the kitchen window sill

・And wears gloves while she does the dishes

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

・I think it’s pretty obvious, but Neville’s home would be COVERED with plants. Vines growing on poles, flowers blooming across window sills,

・He waters, feeds and tends to them everyday. Not missing a single one.

・Neville is awake at about 5:30am to do all of it

・Because by that time it’s nearly 7:45 and he has to get ready for work

・Never leaves to go anywhere without giving you a kiss

・Feeds the birds but doesn’t realise that that means a whole flock will came back next time

・You go to see his parents with him at St. Mungos hospital

・And you hold him as he cries in your arms afterwards

・Has nightmares about his parents and it wakes you up in the middle of night

・You met his grandmother and although you have to give her credit for raising Neville, she was quite horrible to him.

・You’ve told Neville that you will have a go at her if she says one bad thing about him (that includes passive aggressiveness, alluding to him, or anything that could be seen as an insult)

・He loves you for it

・But still has a soft place in his heart for the woman that raised him

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨

・After the Battle of Hogwarts Draco’s perspective of the world changed

・He saw horrors as well as allowed horrors to happen. He felt immense guilt.

・And his relationship with his father was practically ruined

・His mother was the only parent he saw. But she still had the outlook that purebloods were the only people worthy of respect

・Draco knew he had to make amends. His conscience was heavy.

・So he went back to Hogwarts and asked the Headmistress McGonaggal how to make up for his wrong doings.

・That’s how you and Draco got together

・After some time, when your relationship was established, he moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and in with you

・It was a difficult transition, especially the fact that there was no one to wait on him hand and foot

・You taught him how to cook - or at least the charms on how to do so

・At first it was goddamn hard, but he endured

・And the look on your face when he got it right ... god ... he needed to impress you again and again. Just to see that look.

・Turns out he’s actually he very good cook. Not that great at cleaning up after himself, but luckily you live in a world of magic

・You even let him decorate wherever he wished

・He chose quite gothic dark academia style

・Rich colours; deep emerald, dark blue, burgundy, maroon

・His mother was still giving him money though-

・And you said that he should invite her over

・That first dinner was especially difficult. The look on her face when she walked in ... you could read exactly what she was thinking ‘small, ... poor, why would he give up living with me for this.’

・But the love for her son outweighed the prejudice in her heart

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nadinebrooks · 1 year

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

This one is a little long because I didn't divide it up into 2 parts, but I hope everyone enjoys! Do you prefer them to be shorter or a little on the longer side?

You Get Jealous

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

I know hate is a strong word, but it was the only emotion I was feeling at this moment. I hate her perfect flaming red her. I hate her perfect freckled complexion. And I hate her perfect personality. She had Harry wrapped around her perfect little finger. She didn't even have to do anything. She just existed and he was obsessed.

After I had to play in that Quidditch match for Harry, Oliver Wood wanted me to start coming to practice. I was learning the roles of the other positions. He explained that he wanted to have me around just in case. I was not looking forward to playing Quidditch in front of a crowd again. I hope nobody on the team needed me.

On the way to the field for an afternoon practice on Saturday, Ginny spent the entire time flirting with Harry. She was the team's new Chaser. It was as if he actually enjoyed the attention.

I mean who wouldn’t. There were guys who would go to detention for an entire month with Snape if they got a chance just to talk to Ginny Weasley.

She was absolutely perfect. I hated that I felt this way because I liked to consider Ginny one of my closest friends.

I tried not to scoff as I watched Ginny talking to Harry. She was batting her eyelashes and giggling. She would touch his arm and he leaned into her touch. Harry was laughing at things that she was saying, but I couldn’t hear what the conversation was about. I knew that Harry wasn't faking his laughter. Ginny was a funny person.

During practice I sat in the stands and took notes on the different positions. The only position that I think I would have liked besides Seeker would be Beater. I think I would imagine the ball as Ginny's head.

While I was watching practice, I was thinking about how I was so happy that I wasn't actually practice. It was a grueling one. Oliver told us that he wanted to win the championship this year and he wasn't playing.

He was making sure that this team was ready for anything and everything. I did appreciate him for that, but I would much rather be curled up in the common room with a good book.

That sounded much better than watching Ginny and Harry flirt. Anything sounds much better than that.

She looked absolutely perfect while she was flying around on her broom. She wasn't sweaty at all. There wasn't a single hair out of place on her head.

"You're scowling. What's wrong?" Hermione asked from beside me. She decided that come down to the quidditch pitch to hang out with me since she was done with all her homework for the day.

"I'm not scowling Hermione." I grumbled tearing my eyes away from Ginny so that I could look at her. I was happy to have her here.

"You’re definitely scowling (y/n). You don’t have to talk about what's wrong to me, but don't keep all your emotions bottled up inside. It's not good for you." She calmly replied.

Hermione had always been good at reading me. I knew that she knew what was wrong with me. She wasn't going to force me to say anything, but she knew what was going on in my mind.

"I know Hermione. I just get so..." I trailed off not really sure how to explain to her how I felt.

"Jealous." Hermione shrugged as if it wasn't that hard to explain. It wasn’t really. I just didn't want to admit it out loud. "I don’t think you have anything to worry about (y/n). I know Harry likes you.”

"Nothing to worry about?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Ginny is perfect. She is absolutely perfect and I'm just me."

"Please don’t say that about yourself (y/n). You're perfect too. You just don’t see yourself the same way that we see you."

That didn't ease my anger at all. Not even a little bit. Ginny had been making these googly eyes at Harry all practice and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Once practice was finally over, I angrily shoved into her making sure that I bumped into her shoulder. Hard. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. I smirked as I stomped off towards the castle.

I needed to go somewhere where I knew that I could be alone. I needed to be alone. I barely made it to the Room of Requirement before I collapsed onto one of the couches sobbing.

I pulled my knees into my chest and rocked slightly to sooth myself. There was absolutely nothing but silence in the room. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my sniffles.

Was I not enough for him? I mean I knew I couldn’t compete with her, but that didn't mean he had to rub it in my face. I just needed to accept the fact that I wasn't Ginny Weasley and I never would be.

"What the hell is wrong with you (y/n)?" Harry practically shouted storming into the room. His angry face was replaced with concern when he saw me balled up on the couch. I tried to respond to him, but I started crying again.

He slowly walked over to me and sat down. I could hardly see him through my tears. I couldn’t catch my breath.

"Please tell me what's wrong." He tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away. I didn’t want him touching me right now.

"Am I just a game to you?" I asked as I angrily wiped away the tears.

"No (y/n). I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Then why?"

"I just wanted you to know how I felt when I saw you kissing Oliver."

"You mean to tell me that you toyed with my emotions because you're still stuck on something that happened over a year ago?" I was furious. He leaned forward to comfort me, but I pushed myself away.

"Yeah." He awkwardly reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "It sounds stupid when you say it like that, but I didn’t think you were going to get so upset over me talking to her."

"You weren't just talking to her. You two were all over each other." I muttered shaking my head. "I was very jealous. I know it sounds kinda stupid, but I didn't like it."

"Nothing you say sounds stupid. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."

"You better not let it happen again."

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

Ron and I had always been close ever since I slapped him. I knew that I shouldn’t have a crush on him. I couldn’t lose him. Nor could I stand his rejection. I was almost positive that he had a thing for Lavender.

The thing was, he didn’t seem as into her as she was into him. I liked to think that he didn't really like her. He was just being polite. That would be the best case scenario, but life never worked out like that for me.

After some time, I wasn’t so sure. Seeing the two of them together was a constant reminder of my feelings. I tried to push those feelings away, but it was hard. It was really hard.

"Hey Ronnie." Came that annoying voice. It was Lavender. "I have a lot of work left for History of Magic. I was wondering if you could help me."

"What's in it for me?" Ron raised an eyebrow at his fellow Gryffindor.

"Whatever you want." She suggestively grinned at him causing my jaw to drop. "We can decide on something later tonight."

Ron sheepishly grinned and began gathering all of his belongings. He quickly shoved them all into his backpack and practically ran behind Lavender out of the common room.

"Gross." Hermione shuddered before gathering all of her things and heading out of the common room as well. That left me and Harry to talk about all the random things that had gone on in our lives this week.

Harry and I were no means that close, but I did spend a decent amount of time in their common room because of Hermione. We had become extremely close over the past year. I was proud to say that she was one of my best friends.

"How do you feel about Ron and Lavender?" Harry asked. I had a feeling that he had been wanting to ask me that for a while.

"Are they like together together?" I asked testing the waters. "If I'm going to honest, Lavender is not the type of girl I saw him with. I figured him and Hermione would be together by now."

"Him and Hermione argue way too much for any sort of relationship. Lavender did come out of the blue for me too. I think he's with her because he's trying to get over another girl, but you didn’t hear that from me."

The following week I managed to catch up with Ron when we both had a free period. Since we weren't in the same year it could be hard to get some time together, but we did have the same free period on Thursdays.

"How's it going with you and Lavender?" I asked as we stepped outside. We would usually walk around the grounds taking in all the scenery.

"What do you mean?" He looked confused.

"Lavender Brown? I thought the two of you were together now."

"Oh, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that we're together. It's nice to have something warm to snuggle up with in the common room, you know?"

"Ron Weasley." I stopped walking and grabbed both of his shoulders so that he could look me in the face. "You can't lead her on. That isn't fair. Especially when she thinks that your relationship could be going somewhere."

"I wouldn’t call it leading on (y/n). Besides, I think she's in the same headspace as me. We're not looking for it to go anywhere." He let out a small sigh. "I've been interested in this other girl for a while, but I don’t think she wants anything to do with me."

He had to be talking about Hermione.

"That can't be true Ron. Any girl would be lucky to have you. You're a great guy." We started back walking on the path through one of the courtyards.

"Thanks (y/n)." He darkly chuckled. "I think she just sees me as a friend though. She's never done or said anything to make me think that she was interested."

"Maybe she's nervous." I suggested. "Or she gets a little shy around you."

"I don’t think so. She's never nervous or shy around me. It's quite the opposite. Maybe it's time that I move on, you know? Maybe I should try pushing it a little harder with Lavender."

"No." I immediately shook my head. Ron turned to look at me with wide eyes.

"No what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No. You shouldn’t move on."

"Is there something you want to tell me (y/n)?" He smirked.

"No." I grumbled.

"It's okay. You can say it. You can say that you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous Ron." I calmy addressed. "I just don’t think it's fair to Lavender to drag your fling out when you can clearly see that she has feelings for you. You don’t want to lead her on when you have feelings for someone else."

"Hmm you're right." Ron nodded. We went back on talking about random things for the rest of the walk. Lavender hadn’t been brought back up. We headed back towards the castle when it was time for me to go to Charms class.

"Bye Ron." I gave him a little wave as I started heading up the stairs.

"Oh and (y/n)?" He called out to me before I had gotten too far away. I turned around raising my eyebrows to let him know that I was listening. "It's okay to be jealous."

Draco: Ravenclaw, pureblood, year below

This was new to her. She had taken one too many shots of fire whisky and now she was dancing on top of one of the common room tables.

(y/n) was not used to all the attention, but in this moment she had all eyes on her. Nobody was complaining though. It was nice to see the girl who was usually so shy and tame having a little bit of fun.

Tonight everyone was celebrating the end of OWLS. Even though it was only the 5th years that took them, everyone got to enjoy the perks of the parties.

Little did (y/n) know, Draco was paying very close attention to her. He had never seen her drunk before so this was new to him as well.

Draco didn't dance. Not one bit. So he had found a spot in the corner of the room where he would be able to watch (y/n).

Her hips swayed to the music and it looked as if she was having a really good time. Watching her dance on an elevated surface was something Draco could get used to.

He sat there for a while sipping his drink and enjoying the show. He didn't really like being the center of attention so this was perfect for him. Everything about this night had gone perfect. That was until he saw Pansy Parkinson making his way towards her. He tried to look away from her, but she managed to catch his gaze.

Pansy sat down on the couch beside him and tried to smile seductively at him. Sure, Pansy was a pretty girl, but he had absolutely no interest in her.

"How's your night going Draco?" She sweetly asked.

"It's going fine." He replied. He wanted to be short with his responses, but still polite. "How is yours going Pancy?"

"Mine is going really well. Thank you for asking."

"That's good Pansy."

"I don’t understand why (y/n) thinks it's a good idea to dance on the table. And then she's got that tiny dress on. It’s like she wants everyone to look at her."

"You know (y/n) isn’t like that." Draco coldly replied. He wasn’t going to let Pansy disrespect her. "She's just having a little bit of fun. She deserves it. Especially after all those hours she spent helping us study for OWLS. She didn't have to do that."

Pansy started talking, but Draco zoned out. He didn’t really care what Pansy had to say about (y/n). He was just happy that she was loosening up a little bit. As he was watching her, he noticed her eyes angrily narrow at Pansy.

Was that jealously he detected? He didn't think that (y/n) would ever be jealous of Pansy. She had absolutely no reason to be. But he knew that face. It was the face he made whenever he saw (y/n) talking to Ron Weasley.

It was the face of jealously. Maybe he could use Pansy to his advantage to see if (y/n) felt the same way about him.

He knew that he had (y/n)'s attention when she stopped dancing and had her gaze firmly fixed on the two of them. He leaned into Pansy acting as if he was extremely interested in what she had to say. He would make sure to touch her and chuckle at everything she was saying. Draco knew that he had (y/n)'s undivided attention.

(y/n) reached up and began weaving her hands through her hair. Her hips were swaying perfectly with the music as she maintained eye contact with the blonde. She ran her hands down her body making sure that the dance was more sensual than it had been before.

Damn, Draco could get used to seeing a drunk and jealous (y/n).

Pansy placed her hand on his forearm. He wanted to shake her away, but he noticed that (y/n) had hopped down from the table and was now making her way over to the two of them.

"Come dance with me Draco." She had her hands firmly placed on her hips. Even though it was a request, she wasn’t asking.

"Can't you see that he's a little busy?" Pansy spoke up.

"I want to dance Draco." (y/n) was speaking to Draco, but she was looking at Pansy. Pansy stared right back at (y/n). She wasn't just going to back down.

"Your wish is my command." He sheepishly grinned and wrapped an arm around (y/n)'s waist pulling her to the middle of the common room. They left behind a stunned looking Pansy.

"What was that (y/n)?" He smirked as her spun her around and she pressed up against his body. The two of them began moving to the music. The both of them knew that Pansy was watching so they wanted to give her a good show.

"I didn’t like the way she was all up on you." (y/n) huffed.

"Hmm do I detect a hint of jealousy?"

"No. You detect a lot of jealousy."

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

Once the sound of clanging pots and pans drifted up to my bedroom, I knew it was time to get out of the bed. I was never awaken this way at my house, but I came to love the sounds at the Weasley household.

As I got out of bed and tried to make myself look more presentable, the smell of bacon began wafting up the stairs. There was no food in the word that came anywhere close to Molly Weasley's cooking.

I finally climbed out of the warm bed and slipped a hoodie on over my tank top. I headed downstairs to see that I was the last one to make my way to the kitchen. Everyone else had gathered in the living room to wait for Molly to finish up cooking.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Nice of you to join on." George joked looking over in my direction.

"You were up there so long I thought you had died." Fred added on. I rolled my eyes and flipped off the twins. The first time I did that, the twins didn't understand the gesture. It came from my Muggle side. Once they learned what it meant, it was something we did to each other all the time.

When breakfast was done cooking, Molly called all of us into the kitchen. I got ready to sit down beside George, but not before Hermione could slip into the seat before I could. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

I always sat in this seat beside George. I shrugged it off and took the seat across the table from him which was beside Ron. I didn't mind sitting by Ron at all. It was just weird because she was the one who usually sat by Ron.

Hermione and Ginny instantly began talking about celebrities from the Muggle world. Hermione had brought pictures to show Ginny. I mostly just listened to their conversation, but I would give some input every now and then. I think a lot of people forgot that my mom was a Muggle, so I was familiar with a lot of these things.

"So Hermione," Ginny gushed, "What are you looking for in a partner?"

"I've always wanted someone who could make me laugh. They need to be a kind person as well. You know that I'm not obsessed with looks, it's more about personality for me. But it wouldn’t hurt if they're nice to look at, you know? I would also like them to be taller than me which shouldn’t be too hard since I'm not the tallest person."

"Hmm sounds like you just described me." George interjected bringing all the attention to him. Hermione clearly blushed and looked away from the beaming redhead.

I felt my fist clenching and I had to force myself to finish the rest of my breakfast. If I didn’t, Molly was sure to ask what was wrong. I didn’t feel like explaining to her that I was jealous of another girl who I would be living with for the next couple of weeks.

Once breakfast was over, the boys and Ginny decided that they wanted to play Quidditch. It was snowing outside so it was pretty cold. I made sure to put on extra socks. I hated when my toes got cold.

Hermione made her way over to a spot on the porch so she could read a book she had just gotten, but still pay attention to the game happening above. I would be the referee for their little match.

They had been playing for a little while and I watched as George flew down and landed beside Hermione. He said something to her, but I was too far away to hear. They exchanged a couple of words and George quickly ran inside. After a couple of moments, he came back out with one of his knitted sweaters that he always got for Christmas.

It was one of the signature knitted sweaters from Molly. Why was he giving it to Hermione? She immediately pulled it on over her head and gave George the biggest smile ever.

I felt myself shaking with rage. He didn't even ask if I was cold. I told everyone that I had to go to the bathroom and headed towards the house. George called after me, but I just kept walking.

I tried to quickly walk upstairs to the bathroom, but I was no match to his long strides. I managed to get to the bathroom and almost slam the door, but he caught ahold of it.

"What are you doing?" I hissed trying to pull it shut. "I need to use the bathroom."

"Not before you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong George. I just need to pee."

"You've been pouting all morning. Something is clearly wrong with you."

"I'm fine." I said trying to keep my voice from rising. I didn't feel like explaining myself to him. He cocked his head to the side studying my face. "What?" I questioned.

"I just want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"What is going on between you and Hermione?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Nothing is going on between us." He threw his head back and laughed.

"What about the conversation this morning? About you claiming to be her type and then getting a sweater for her. You could've gotten her any sweater, but of course you get her one with a G on it. As if you were claiming her."

"If you want me to claim you darling, all you have to do is ask." He smirked causing my face to heat up under his gaze. "I was trying to get a rile out of you this morning and about the sweater, she was just cold. You don’t have to worry about anything. I only have eyes for you." He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Have a nice pee."

He turned away from me and walked back down the hallway. I had forgotten all about going to the bathroom.

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio)

"I just heard that Hannah Abbott is going to Hogsmeade with Fred tonight." Hermione angrily ran her hands through her thick hair. She was practically ranting to Harry and I. "I don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean he's got a perfectly good girl who is practically in love with him, but he doesn’t care. Not one bit. I mean what does he even see in Hannah? She can’t even hold a candle to you (y/n)."

"Hold on Hermione. Let's take a minute and think about what you just said. I'm not in love with Fred." I jokingly rolled my eyes at her. Sure, I was a little hurt. I thought that Fred and I had something going on, but maybe he decided to move on because I hadn't expressed my feelings towards him.

"It's okay to admit your feelings (y/n). I see the way you look at him. Please don't make the same mistake as me and take too long to say how you feel." Hermione lovingly placed a hand on top of mine. I knew that she had been feeling a little down lately.

I had a feeling that Fred was teasing me. We had been playing this game of cat and mouse for years. But what could I say to him? If I said what I really wanted to say, I had a feeling that he would laugh in my face and leave with Hannah on their date.

I decided that I needed to tell him. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was tired of being this jealous girl who was scared to admit her feelings. When he came down the stairs to leave for his date, I stopped him.

"Where are you going?" I stood in front of him blocking his path. I was done with this silly little game the two of us had been playing for the past couple of years.

"I'm just going out with a friend. Why? Is there something you need (y/n)?"

"No." I shook my head trying to figure out exactly what I wanted to say to him. I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my heels. I should have thought about this before I corralled him in our common room. "I was just wondering. I heard you were going on a date."

"I mean, I guess you could call it a date. Look (y/n), I can see that something is on your mind. Can we continue this conversation when I get back? I've got to meet her and I don't want to keep her waiting."

"Sure Fred. Have fun." I nodded stepping out of his way so that he could walk around me. I have him a small wave as he quickly walked out of the common room. Every fiber in my being was screaming for me to stop him. To tell him that I was right here waiting on him. I didn’t want him to go on that date with Hannah. It should be me that he was taking out on a date. I slowly walked back over to my seat on the couch.

"I'm sorry Hermione." I mumbled as tears were threatening to tumble down my cheeks. "I just froze. I didn’t know what to say to him.

"You don’t have to apologize to me. I froze so many times when I wanted to tell him how I felt. You could always wait until he comes back and talk to him."

"I just don’t know what I would even say. What if he hates me?"

"He could never hate you (y/n)." Hermione gave me a supportive smile before standing up and leaving me on the couch to think about what I wanted to say when he came back. I only sat there for about an hour or so until Fred got back.

I had been going over how I expected this conversation to go in my mind. Let's just say that my guesses of how this conversation was going to go weren't very good.

"Hey, (y/n)." I heard Fred say as he walked in. I had decided that I was just going to go for it. I had nothing to lose at this point. "I didn’t forget that you wanted to talk about something." He walked over to the couch and plopped down beside me. He casually tossed an arm on couch beside me. "So what's up?"

"Well how was your date?" I asked trying to ease into the conversation.

"It was okay." He shrugged. "It was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a little while, but it wasn’t anything spectacular."

"Who was the date with?"

"It was with Hannah Abbott. I think you know her."

"I do know Hannah." I sadly nodded. She seemed perfect for Fred to go on a date with. I'm sure they had an amazing time and he was just saying these things to keep my feelings from being hurt.

"Did you ask her? Or did she ask you? Or was this more of a mutual thing?"

"I mean she instigated it, but it was a pretty mutual thing. Is everything alright (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"No it isn't. I can tell by the look on your face that everything isn't okay." He gently took my face in his hands so that I could look him in the face. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yes I know." I shyly looked away. "Honestly Fred, I didn't want you to go on a date with Hannah."

"Why not?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"I think you know why." I mumbled.

"Please enlighten me." He was grinning now. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Now he was just teasing me. He knew exactly why I didn’t want him on that date. This might be my only chance to say something. But at the same time, I didn't want to be a game to him. "Just say it (y/n)."

"Okay fine." I stood up so that I could run away if I needed to. "Please don’t go on another date with Hannah Abbott. Actually Fred, I don’t want you to go on a date with anyone else."

"Were you jealous (y/n)?" He smirked.

"You’re really going to make me spell it out for you." I grumbled rolling my eyes.

"No, I don't need you to do that. I'm going to honest with you, the date wasn't that good. So uh, (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me? I would hate to see you jealous again. Even though you were pretty cute."

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

For this one can we please pretend that Cedric didn't die during the Triwizard Tournament. Please and thank you.

I was furious. I had never been the jealous type, but lately Cedric had me feeling emotions that I had never felt before. My eyes narrowed at the very pretty Ravenclaw who was straight up flirting with Cedric. It’s not like I could be upset or anything. I wasn't even dating the guy.

So why did I feel envious when I saw them talking? I was bitter and spiteful. Cedric was someone who bounced between the line of friendly and flirtatious. I wanted to walk right over to him, grab his tie, and force my lips onto his.

At times it felt like he was interested in me. And at other times it felt like he just saw me as a friend. Why were boys so confusing? If you want me why wouldn’t you just say so? It’s not that hard.

After winning the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric became even more popular at Hogwarts. He had all these girls throwing themselves at him, but Cedric was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions.

I knew that he was really busy with all the interviews he was having to do after winning. He was having to be extremely careful with any girls that he was seen talking to. Cedric told me that's why he had distanced himself from me these past couple of weeks.

We were very good friends and he didn't want the Daily Prophet or Rita Skeeter to turn our relationship into something it's not. Rita Skeeter had done enough digging into his personal life.

I appreciated Cedric for wanting to protect me, but would it be so bad if people did think we were together in that way? I mean maybe that would keep a certain raven-haired beauty from touching all over my man.

Well, he didn’t know that he was my man, but he was my man.

Cedric was obviously trying to keep Cho Chang at a distance from him. He was looking at her as if she was only a friend, but she wasn't taking the hint. Cedric was too much of a gentleman to do much about it though. He graciously accepted her compliments and politely smiled when she flirted with him. I wanted to scream.

I had seen enough of this and they were both going to hear about it from me.

"How desperate can you be Chang?" I grumbled walking by her. I didn’t stop walking. Instead, I kept walking by her as if I hadn't said anything. She scowled looking towards me. Cedric chuckled and gave me this amused looked.

"Is there something you want to say (l/n)?" She spat. I didn't expect her to respond and I whipped around glaring at her.

"Not really, I was just trying to give you some advice. You're a pretty girl, but even you can't make desperation look good."

"Oh please don't tell me that you've caught feelings." She threw her head back and laughed.

"No." My eyes narrowed at her. "I just know an attention seeking whore when I see one."

"(y/n)." Cedric scolded and lightly began dragging me way from her. "That wasn't very nice of you."

"Oh well." I shrugged grinning at the look on Cho Chang's face as we left.

"I've never seen you like this (y/n)." He stopped walking and stared down at me.

"Seen me how?" I raised an eyebrow. My expression told him to tread lightly.

"Jealous." He instantly replied.

"I was not jealous. I just wanted Chang to have more respect for herself. She was practically begging for you to take her upstairs to your bedroom."

"It was harmless flirting (y/n)." He chuckled.

"It was anything but harmless."

"I really like this jealous side of you. I hope to see it again." He jokingly pinched my side.

"I won't be so nice to her next time." I grumbled swatting his hand away.

"And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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I AM HERE TO REQUESTTTT, ur writing is literally so good imma gobble it all up!! may i please request, 💥 harry potter w harry, draco and (young) sirius x reader where their lover stood them up on their date on valentines?? the boys know that their lover is literally the worst and despises them but once reader comes crying to them they comfort them?? (!! they have a crush on reader as well)

TY AND I LOVE U <33 take care of yourself! sorry if this was too much!

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A/N: @areislol i know you are asleep but here is something nice for you to wake up too :))

HP Preference: How they Comfort You After you are Stood Up on Valentines Day

Harry Potter

Harry heard from Hermione first

As soon as she told him, he felt his heart drop

Nobody deserved to have that happen to them. And to him, the idea of it happening to you was even more maddening

His first instinct was to find you

When he did, you were sitting alone under a tree by the Great Lake, your eyes set out and focused on the glittering water in front of you

He sat down beside you, and for the first few moments, neither of you said a word

"I'm sorry," he said, "you didn't deserve that"

He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder

He could have stayed like that for hours

Harry made sure to mess with the guy who did it, using his invisibility cloak to make sure all of his belongings mysteriously went missing

Next Valentines day, Harry makes sure you have a Valentines Day you deserve

Draco Malfoy

Draco found you sitting alone at a table in the Great Hall, a book open in front of you

He laughed as he sat down across from you

"I thought you were on your little Valentines date with that Hufflepuff boy"

He was furious when he found out

His immediate thought was to confront the guy who did it to you

It didn't take him long to find him and about half the school heard Draco cuss him out

You only heard through Cho Chang what he had said

When you confronted him about it, he said it was nothing. He told you that he had never liked the guy anyway and it gave him a reason to confront him

It was his eyes that gave his true intentions away

When you kissed him, he didn't quite know what to do with his hands, they were left floating randomly and awkwardly in the air

After a second however, they came to rest on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss

(Young) Sirius Black

Sirius found out when you got back to the Gryffindor common room, a look on your face that was holding back tears

He immediately rushed up out of his spot on the lounge suite and grabbed your elbow to stop you from going up the stairs

When you told him what had happened, he pulled you into his arms

He promised to take you out then and there, giving you a Valentines Day that you deserved

When you told him that he was being ridiculous, that you were okay and just wanted to go up to your room, he shook you off

There was no way you were going to be sitting in your room alone

Sirius led you out the common room and took you over to Hogsmeade

As you two passed the guy you were supposed to be with, Sirius made sure he had his arm sitting around your shoulders

Sirius tried his best to make you laugh over butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks

He held your hand as you walked through the snowing village, feeling more and more proud of himself as the smile on your face grew bigger and bigger

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HEY i did this for the @hd-erised 2023 fest and it has me VERY EXCITED because the Erised Fest literally kills it EVERY TIME! my god the level of quality in that fest... my god.

view on AO3 here! <33333

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bath1lda · 2 months

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where are the ron weasley fanfics?

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D R A C O M A L F O Y M A S T E R L I S T

"my heart only wants you"

dating draco malfoy

summary: what would it be like to date draco malfoy

warnings: slight explicitly around the end, mostly sfw, i believe i have kept it gender neutral but i apologize if there is a s, mentioning of waist and hips

racing hearts

summary: its a typical friday and you're dozing of on draco malfoy's shoulder

warnings: sorry guys, it's too wholesome

mwwahhh

summary: draco malfoy was one to be up after lunch if he could help it. he had such a gravitational pull to his bed that he'd never want to leave it alone. but i suppose you had different plans on how the day would be spent.

warnings: cheek kisses (ew guys too sweet), waking someone up on a weekend, kisses (?)

jealousy

summary: its just jealous malfoy all the way.

warnings: sexual themes, no smut, enemies w benefits, jealousy jealousyy

sweater weather

summary: its basically just draco walking you back to your dorm after a 'date' and its super chilly so reader asks for a sweater :)

warnings: rumors of you guys dating, kind of a date, extremely fluffy, sweet draco, simp draco

favourite

summary: pansy is bringing u back hw and she says smthn and draco's like how can i be homophobic my bitch is gay (by annon)

warnings: homophobia is mentioned by word, bitch, also used up the other trend "anything for my favourite lady"

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urwhorecrux · 3 months

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How would the hp boys ask you out / confess to you? Please make it long and romantic ❤

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗨𝗧

ft. harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy & cedric diggory.

warnings. fluff, mentions of kissing.

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— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

after being around harry and you earning his trust, everything eventually fell together. it didn’t take long to realize his feelings for you. he realized when he saw you with someone who wasn’t him, wether it was just a guy friend or a guy who seemed like he’d flirt with you, he realized he’d have to take his chance before someone else could.

shy, and unsure, hermione and ron began noticing and continued pushing him closer to you, like an awkward school crush.

he began a small conversation, flustered with every word you said he began to ask nervously, “y/n? would you maybe be interested in um- going out with me?”.

he’s more happy than anything when you agree, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. he couldn’t believe he was going out with a person he actually felt close to, and one he could trust.

— 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

the gryffindor common room was quiet, with nothing but ron, you, and his thoughts.

he noticed you slowly drifting to sleep, noticing how beautiful you looked, and the way you looked perfect to him all the time.

with a heavy sigh he dropped his books and began lifting your legs that were sprawled out across him.

moments later, your eyes fluttered open, realizing something awoke you.

“sorry darling, didn’t mean to wake you jus’ thought you’d wanna sleep alone” he apologized.

“no- ronnie, just stay.”

his face softened, looking at you with warm eyes, he began nuzzling into your neck, slowly adjusting in a comfortable position with you.

the room fell silent for a moment, before ron continued.

“maybe, i was just- i was wondering do you wanna go to hogsmeade with me tomorrow? just.. us?”

“yea, yea great, it’s a date then” you heart fluttered as he smiled sweetly at you.

— 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘

the fog was rolling over the filled quidditch pitch, where hufflepuff caught the snitch and the crowd roared with excitement.

you scanned the air for hufflepuff’s seeker, cedric diggory. a crowd of people wearing yellow and black all over swarmed around him as he caught the snitch in the last second, everyone cheering excitedly.

as you shot through the stands searching for him in the crowd, you noticed him, the boy with fluffy hair who was also searching for you in the stands, despite everyone crowding around him.

you rushed toward him, practically diving in his arms in front of the crowd.

“ced, that was really a great game i’m just so proud of you”, you nuzzled into his neck, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

after the crowd cleared he led you back to the stands, where it was the just the two of you in each other’s arms, celebrating your own way.

“y/n?” he muttered.

“yea ced?”

“don’t you think i deserve a prize? you know, for winning?”

“perhaps” you slightly smiled at him as he was grinning at you.

“maybe, a date?” he began batting his flirtatious eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“that’d be great ced, i love it.”

— 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘

dim light surrounded the three broomsticks. draco invited you out but this time it was unexpected- with no friends. no friends to tease you two and no friends to interrupt your conversations which felt like they could go on for hours.

draco and you continued talking about your interests, when he noticed how passionate you were talking about yours, he slowly began to soften his gaze towards you.

“y/n-“ he interrupted.

“um, yeah draco?”

he paused for a moment, flustered and shy, he began.

“you know you’re just um- just really beautiful.” he whispered.

you couldn’t help but giggle a bit, he’d never say this in front of your guy’s friends, why now? what was so special about this moment now? you realized it had been unusual for him to compliment you like this, flushed with red cheeks and his hand near yours.

“well- thanks dray, you know you’re actually quite handsome” you softly smiled before looking away.

thirty minutes had gone by, then an hour, then again another hour and eventually you both stayed until closing hour.

you had been shocked by the night it was, surprised yet warmed by his confession, you couldn’t help but think of what the two of you could be someday.

he walked you out, where the weather was cold and almost freezing, he intertwined his arm with yours, where you wandered all the way back to your common room.

“y’know dray, i actually had a great time tonight” you smiled.

“yeah, me too dray, maybe we could do this again sometime soon?”

“yeah, yeah of course”

you began slowly turning towards the staircase leading towards your dorm, before you could draco softly grabbed your arm.

“y/n- actually i was wondering, would you wanna be my girlfriend, y’know, be official?”

“dray,” you began, “yes, i’d love to be yours”.

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NSFW: how they kiss

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They Find Out You’re Pregnant (Harry Potter Preference)

Barty Crouch Jr: Barty would be ecstatic at the news. He may go a little overboard, but you have to appreciate his excitement and how he’s so stoked that he’s going to be a better father than his was to him.

Bellatrix LeStrange: Bellatrix would be fascinated. She’d start looking at you like you’re alien, so enraptured with the life growing inside of you. Like you’re a miracle for being able to carry a kid.

Draco Malfoy: Draco would be stunned, a bit panicked, but trying not to show it. He honestly wouldn’t know how he felt about it until he’d had some time to think. In the end, he’d come around.

Lucius Malfoy: Lucius would be stoically proud. Another of his offspring into the world, what was the downside to that? He’d definitely start being extra protective of you.

Minerva McGonagall: Her first thought would be, ‘I’m too old for this,’ but she’d accept the news with a warm smile and eventually start picturing a family life.

Molly Weasley: Molly would be overjoyed at the news of an addition to the family. She might be a little worried under the surface, but she knows you and her will always find a way to make it work.

Narcissa Malfoy: Narcissa would calmly take in the news, remaining far too quiet for your liking. Finally, she’d say that while this wasn’t what she was expecting for this portion of her life, she’s happy that she’d be doing it with you.

Rita Skeeter: Rita wouldn’t love the idea of sharing the spotlight of your attention with someone. But she would come around when you promised her she could dress the child up as she liked and you wouldn’t love her any less when it came.

Severus Snape: Severus would cry with joy. Softly, silently, but tears would roll down his face and he’d take you into his arms and kiss you. You gave him his chance for a family.

Sybill Trelawney: Sybill would be so happy, hugging you tight before backing off and putting her ear to your stomach. You’d tell her she wouldn’t hear anything, but she shook her head. She could already predict the sex of the baby.

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imajinxnation · 2 years

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"Forgetting Something?" - Harry Potter Preference/Reaction

Warning: FLUFF

Ngl I got this idea from a prompt generator😅

Considering Draco isn't exactly my fave character, I liked making his scenario the most!

If you would like a part 2 with more characters, all you have to do is ask!

Harry Potter

As Harry was about to walk out the door for work, he heard you speak,

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Harry turned towards you and thought for a minute, then checked his pockets to feel for anything missing.

"No, I don't think so, now I really have to get to work, love you!" Harry said, hurriedly.

You rolled your eyes and bounced up off your chair to catch him before he leaves. You grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. He was about to say something when he felt your lips press against his. The kiss was over as soon as it started.

"Now you can go!" You smiled and started back towards your chair.

Harry stood there for a second before you spoke again.

"Well? Go, you'll be late if you keep standing there, ya great lump! Get to work!" You giggled as Harry left with the goofiest grin on his face.

Ron Weasley

"Okay, I'm going to work now, love you!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah, love you, too," Ron replied.

As you were just about to turn the door knob, you suddenly realized that your boyfriend hadn't kissed you goodbye. You turned around leaned your back against the door and hummed.

"I think you're forgetting something," you said, staring at your boyfriend who was currently reading the letter he received from Harry earlier.

Ron looked up to see you with a smirk on your face. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in an 'I don't think so', and went back to reading the letter.

You rolled your eyes, pushed yourself off of the aged wood door and stalked over to your boyfriend.

You tilted his chin up to face you and soon enough, your lips lightly touched his. When Ron started to kiss you deeper, you pulled away and walked back to the door.

"Now I'm ready to go, bye!"

Draco Malfoy

It had been a good few minutes after Draco left for work before you realized something; Draco forgot to kiss you goodbye.

You jumped up from the black leather chair you were sitting on, snatched a jacket and a hat to accommodate to the wintery weather and bolted out the door, not before locking it of course.

As you speed walked in the way of your boyfriends work, you were constantly looking around to see if you might be able to get your kiss before he actually gets to the building. Lucky for you, you noticed the blonde, almost white hair and started to walk faster, almost sprinting.

As soon as you caught up to him, you tapped his shoulder. Draco looked behind him and saw you, slightly out of breath.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing, is something wrong?" He asked, worriedly.

"You forgot something!" You huffed out.

"Wha-?"

Draco was cut off by your lips pressed against his, your hands settling on the junction between his neck and shoulders. After a few seconds, Draco tried to deepen the kiss, but was stopped when you broke the kiss.

"That's all! I love you!" You grinned, cheekily, leaving Malfoy in a state of shock.

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pappydaddy · 2 years

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my tears ricochet (n.l.)

a/n: tumblr seriously decreased the quality of the banner which is disappointing, but not surprising...

anywho! i am back because for the longest time, my heart has been wanting to write this fic, but my stupid brain kept ignoring it because i'm pretty sure my brain is broken, but anyway, enough about that.

this is another ~11 pager lovelies! i put xneville because that is the romantic pairing, but this is mostly focused on the sibling relationship and the downfall of it so it's a sibling!reader x sibling!draco malfoy fic mostly, but i have some good neville fluff, but not much neville in it sadly. anywho, i hope you lovelies like this and let's hope listening to my heart gets me out of my writing slump because i have a lot to write lovelies!

tv show/movie: harry potter

pairing: draco malfoy x malfoy!fem!reader (sibling) / neville longbottom x fem!malfoy!reader

not requested

synopsis: y/n had expected her parents to disown her, she knew it was going to happen, but disowning an eleven-year-old? to top it all off, they have seemed to turn the last person she had in her corner against her all because she found love.

keep an eye out for the continuation of this fic, learn more with my folklore/evermore collection

taglist: (since this is a romantic neville fic, i decided to just include neville's taglist members!)

- not my gif, but my header -

She had expected everything she got from her parents. The silence, the disowning, the forgotten birthdays. She was basically a stranger living in their mansion. A ghost wandering through the corridors, ignored by everyone except the house elves and her younger brother (only when her parents are not around to avoid reprimanding and punishment). From the very moment she was sorted into Gryffindor when she was eleven, she was no longer considered a Malfoy to her parents. They disowned their eleven-year-old daughter because of blood-purity.

One thing she never expected was this. Standing there, in the empty corridor. Her brother, Draco stood across from her, his stance defensive and agitated as he snarled at her. The deep emerald on his Slytherin robes was illuminated by the flickering flames in the torch - a contrast from Y/N’s own scarlet on her robes. “A Longbottom? One of the very families who fought against our own parents, Y/N?” He spat at her, different words but the same sentence over and over again. He was talking in circles at this point.

Draco had been the one she never expected to turn on her. She had tried her best to keep him from being compelled to their parent’s side. To keep him from being brainwashed, to protect him from the harsh and bigoted views of the Malfoy clan. “Your parents, Draco,” Y/N spoke back, voice broken and quiet, but Draco heard it - evident by the flare in his nostrils. “They stopped being mine when I was eleven.”

“You still have loyalties, Y/N. Regardless of if they ignore you or not, you are still a Malfoy,” Draco boomed. Y/N closed her eyes, willing the stinging in her eyes to cease - knowing that she couldn’t cry in front of the one person she would seek out for comfort. He wasn’t her little brother anymore. He was a product of the indoctrination of the Death Eaters. “You can’t date that Longbottom boy, they are one of our people’s sworn enemies.”

“Neville is not his parents, nor are his parents the bad guys, Draco. Godric, I have tried so hard,” The stinging was back, worse this time as a ball formed in her throat, the words of her sentence breaking. “To keep you from falling into their trap, but I guess I failed. I guess they painted your mental picture of me with doubt and contempt when I tried to show you their true colours.”

Draco strode towards her, but she stayed there, unmoving as he approached her. Her younger-than-her-by-a-year brother is now towering over her and how she missed the days when he was running around, pestering Potter and throwing out insults he would regret. That Y/N had taught him was wrong but his impulsive mind would act before thinking. “How dare you speak of our parents that way?” Draco practically growled. As if he were a guard dog for the people that just view him as a puppet to carry on their harmful and immoral morals when they are gone.

“Again Draco, they are not my parents anymore. Their morals are not mine and they shouldn’t be yours, but I failed you and for that, I will forever be sorry, but I will not sacrifice my happiness by leaving the one thing I have left.” She stood her ground, despite Draco’s long finger pointed in her face accusingly.

“You’re dead to me.” The words rang cold in her bones, her heart practically stopping, shattering as if those words were a curse. Penetrating a wall that took years to build, but only took three seconds to break.

It was as if the world around her had stopped moving, screeching to a halt. But, at the same time, it felt as if the spinning picked up, swirling around her in blurred colours. Fighting the weight settling on her chest, she couldn’t let him know his words hurt her. That’s what he wanted. To hurt her. To force her to stop fighting. She could remember when he called her brave for fighting so hard and now, he was one of the ones who wanted to tame her. To restrict her.

Her resolve broke as his cold, grey eyes stared into hers angrily. Her chest heaved as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t have it in her to leave with grace. He had been one of the only people who stuck with her. Grace be damned, she was going to hit him where it hurt. She was going to sink his ship just like he sunk hers. She’s going to kill him just as he killed her. “Just know that I love you, Draco. You and Neville were the only two things I had, and now I’ve lost you to save him, but regardless of that, I will always love you until my dying day. Just like I promised.”

Her words didn’t seem to hit him, but he could see the change in her from utter brokenness to fire. She was still fighting, just not in the same way. She was fighting her sadness, her grace. She was fighting the one thing she said she would never do - leave him. To haunt him. To forget him. “Do what you want, you’re nothing to me but a ghost.” He spat, turning on his heel and striding away. The echoes of his shoes hitting the stone echoed faintly the further he got. Even when he was out of sight, she could still hear him.

Standing there, she blinked. Wanting to sink to her knees and cry as if she had witnessed someone meaningful to her be killed mercilessly, she stood there, unable to do it. She hoped that she had killed him just the same, but she couldn’t be sure. Draco is a guarded person, he doesn’t let the hurt show. He was trained not to by their father. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked away from the spot she lost her best friend. Lost her brother forever.

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No angry letter. No Howler. Nothing, just further disappointment and disowning. Y/N had expected her parents to do something to express their displeasure to her about her dating Neville when the news finally broke beyond Hermione and Luna, but nothing. They had sent Draco instead as the final blow to her. The secret weapon they held in the arsenal for years, waiting for the right time to cut her deep. They knew nothing they would do would hurt her quite like them turning her brother on her.

“What are you thinking about love?” Neville asked, settling next to Y/N as she sat on the couch, staring intently at the roaring fire in thought. She felt his comforting arm wind around her shoulders, making her tear her eyes away from the flickering flames to look at him.

His round face was alight with the orange glow from the fire, looking as comforting as ever. His brown eyes, soft and calming, stared back at her, surrounding her with more warmth than any fire could emit. “Oh, nothing.” She sighed, falling into his body, cuddling in under his arm, head falling to the crook of his neck. She felt the weight of his head settling on top of hers, leaning into her too.

“You’re thinking of your brother, aren’t you?” He whispered, fearful of breaking the serene energy of the room. Heaving out a sigh, she glanced down at her fingers. Almost as if he knew without seeing, Neville reached blindly towards her hand, intertwining their fingers together.

“Admittedly, yes. Do I want to? No, but he finds his way back in,” She revealed, staring down at their combined hands. “He’s turned into my worst fears. Everything I didn’t want for him. Now, I’ve lost him.”

Neville, with his hand holding her bicep, squeezed her to him affectionately. For a quiet, mousy boy, Neville never stood back when his loved ones needed comfort. The surest Y/N had ever seen him was when Luna was crying over something to do with the Nargals and he didn’t even waste a second wrapping her up in a hug. That day was the day she knew she loved Neville. “You know, in life, you gather people like stones. You never know what the rock is for. Sometimes, you just throw them away and sometimes you make diamonds out of them. Sometimes, family are the rocks you throw away. Sometimes they are the ones you turn into diamonds.”

She paused with furrowed eyebrows. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him, seeing him looking intently at the fire. “And Draco was one meant to be thrown away. No matter how hard I tried, I would never turn him into a diamond?” She questioned softly.

Turning his head, Neville’s eyes seemed to pour into her soul in the purest and most loving way. “Sometimes, it’s up to the rock if it wants to be a diamond or if it just wants to be a rock. Draco is the only one who can turn himself into a diamond at this point.”

“You know, you’re smart and wise, Neville. I wish more people would see that,” She hummed. “I just hope Draco wished I was still in his life.”

“I am sure that he’s cursing your name, wishing you would see things his way,” Neville spoke. “He's a victim of his own mind. He thinks he’s right and you’re wrong because that is what he is made to think.” He pointed out, giving Draco the benefit of the doubt despite all the horrible things Draco has said to him (and done). Another reason Y/N loved Neville. His selflessness, his ability to see the slightest of good within people.

Now, without Draco, she only had one person in her corner - Neville, but my Godric, she wouldn’t want anyone else. Telling her she was brave for the fight she fought every Godric-damn day of her life. Giving her nothing but love, and support. Unlike her brother who, even though he said he loved her, still put her through hell every day. Unlike her parents who threw her away like a useless rock - undestined for a life of a diamond. Neville would never throw her away - he would display her proudly on the mantle even if she was just a boring rock. “I just want to run away from all of this, Neville.” She muttered, twisting around to bury her face in his sweater-clad chest, fighting against the tears.

With a soothing ‘shush’ and large, gentle rubs over her back, Neville pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When we’re both out of Hogwarts, we can go anywhere you want, because you can go anywhere you want.” He reassured her.

“I can go anywhere I want-” She whispered back to herself, her voice muffled by Neville’s sweater. ‘Just not home.’ She thought in her head. She would never find the comfort she had with her brother. Never feel the warmth of familial love again. Instead, the mansion that awaited her visit for the summer holiday would be even colder. Void of comfort and love. No, the mansion was not home, Draco used to be her home. But she could never go back there now.

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Laughter filled the Three Broomsticks, and Y/N sat in the middle of it all, surrounded by her closest friends and acquaintances. At the beginning of it, she had longed to see her brother walk through the door to join in on the joyous festivities, but that platinum hair had yet to grace the threshold of the warm and overcrowded pub. Her heart had burned in disappointment for a while, but as her friends poured around to congratulate her on being top of her class, the thought of her brother faded, but still lingered in a last-ditch effort of hope settling in the bottom of her arching heart.

Neville, despite his dislike of crowds and loud events, sat next to her, sipping at a butterbeer, talking to Luna beside him about the plants each animal eats and what benefits they gain from it. Hermione sat at Y/N’s other side, eyes darting around the party to ensure her perfectly planned event was running as smoothly as possible. “Madam Rosmerta,” She flagged the owner down as she breezed past, laughing and talking to one of the students who frequented the pub. She treated most of them like her own children sometimes. “Could we get two more butterbeers, please?” Hermione handed her the exact change for two butterbeers.

“You know, I can pay for my own butterbeers, I worked enough hours over the summer holiday, it won’t put me out, Hermione.” Y/N informed her as Madam Rosmerta stuffed the coins in her apron. Hermione shushed her. Y/N loved her friends and boyfriend, but they had never allowed her to pay for anything if they were with her. Always spewing something about her not having access to the Malfoy fortune and they didn’t want her to spend all the money she’s worked so hard for since she was Eleven.

“This is a celebration for you, even if you weren’t disowned by your parents, we would still not let you pay for anything today.” Hermione informed her, leaning back against the back of the round booth they sat in. Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed. As much as she hated that her friends and boyfriend babied her that way, she couldn’t argue that she loved it all at the same time.

Hands clasped together with her aforementioned boyfriend, Y/N looked over at him as he took another swig of his butterbeer. His brown hair was combed perfectly, his bangs swept in a swoop running across his forehead, his round cheeks puffed with all the liquid he just sucked back. He pulled the mug from his mouth, a bit of foam remaining on his upper lip that he hurriedly swiped off with his tongue. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Y/N’s comment obviously caught him off guard as his eyes grew wide and a blush invaded his cheeks instantly as he snapped his head to look at her. She giggled at this, heart the lightest it had been since the incident with Draco in the dark corridor. And, to think, people thought they weren’t a good pair simply because Neville is quiet and shy. They said she would corrupt him, that the relationship would be over in a week. They hadn’t known that they were already six months into it before the secret fought its way out.

“Ron! I told you to keep an eye out and you abandoned your post for what? A turkey leg?” Hermione’s harsh whisper caught the couple’s attention, making them look over to her just in time to see her whack her not-official boyfriend with a napkin.

“Keep an eye out for what?” Ron asked, his mouth full of a bite of turkey leg, a clueless look on his round, freckled face. Harry, who sat across from him and was on a Hermione delegated break from the door watch for some reason Hermione refused to tell Y/N, turned in his chair. Following Hermione’s line of sight, Harry sighed.

“I would reckon she wanted you to keep an eye out for that, Ron.” He sighed, nodding towards the door. Out of curiosity, Y/N looked over. There, towering over the students crowding around the door due to the high volume of people crowded in the already warm and foggy room, stood the slim figure she was sure would never appear here today. Draco.

His sharp, grey eyes landed on her, meeting her eyes as if the sibling bond was not severed. Begrudgingly, he weaved around the people. Part of Y/N wanted him to come to their table. Another part of her hoped he wouldn’t. It has been hell for her. He has put her through nothing but hell with him breezing past her if they hadn’t stayed up confessing every deep, dark secret that swirled beneath their surfaces. As if she was not even there. As if she were a ghost. The glares he sent her across rooms when she would send him letters without signing her name off. She should have known he would know it was from her. The sight of the anonymous gifts she would send him that he would break beyond the point of repair and stick outside the Gryffindor Common Room. It had been hell for her.

Part of her was delighted and part of her nearly died when he stepped up to the table, blocking the sight of Harry and Ron’s table. Hermione glared up at him and Neville (bless his soul) was practically shivering in fear, but still gripped Y/N’s hand tighter in a sign of support, comfort and protection. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione was the first to speak with a snarl, her nose turned up slightly as she raised her chin, sitting up again.

She knew how her family (Draco included) was spinning the story to anyone who matters. She was the ungrateful daughter who left the family. She abandoned them. She made their life hell. Regardless of the gifts she poured all over Draco. Ring encrusted with diamond. A snake ring with emeralds. She had used the little bit of money she was able to squeeze from her parents to buy them. She was the bad guy in their story laced with lies and now she was the bad guy. They had killed her hard work, killed her chances. They had killed her and now she was staring down a life of fighting tooth and nail to crawl her way out of the grave they buried her in.

“I heard you are top of your class after exams.” Draco ignored her. He wore his black suit, his hair perfect. But it wasn’t in the same endearing way Neville does, it was in an I’m-better-than-you-because-of-my-father way. As he crossed his arms over his chest, a gleam of jewellery caught Y/N’s eyes. His rings she gave him. Was he wearing them because he longed to be connected to her again? Because he missed her? Or was it to wear them as he continued to bury her? Another nail in the coffin of their once-strong sibling bond.

“If I’m dead to you, why are you here at a celebration of what is to come in my life, Draco?” She questioned. Was it a ploy to dig the dagger in further? To dangle the memory of the good times in front of her before ripping them away again - reopening the wound?

“I just came to say congratulations.” Draco looked down his nose at her. It took everything within her and she still failed to take the high road.

“I am sure you mean it, just as much as when you said that you loved me,” She quipped. He told her repeatedly that he loved her, that she was his favourite. That she was so strong and that he looked up to her. “Just know, Draco, that I know I linger in the back of your mind, haunting you. Taunting you. Eating away at your soul because as much as you try to hurt me, I am sure you still miss me in your bones. You can aim for my heart with your attacks, you can go for my blood - for my head, but I know you hear my voice on repeat when you’re lying awake at night, like a stolen lullaby. I haunt you, but I never wanted to-” She paused. “Remember that.” She couldn’t go with grace, she needed to hurt him. To plant herself in his mind, engraving herself in his mind. He was aiming for her heart and seeking out her blood and so was she.

Releasing Neville’s hand as she maintained eye contact with her fuming brother, she nudged Hermione. “Where are you going?” Neville asked her, brown eyes clouded with concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” She informed him, breaking her eye contact, to look back at him, reassuring him that she was fine. Their eyes meeting, the world slowed, but also seemed to speed up its turning. The same sensation that happened to her in the corridor, but a completely different feeling attached to it. She barely recognized the sound of Draco striding back out of the pub.

“I’m fine, Love,” She reassured him. “I just need to clear my head.”

“I’m sorry for all of this, Y/N.” Neville called out to her, guilt sitting in his throat and oozing out with his words.

The second she stepped out the back door of The Three Broomsticks, the rain pelted her, soaking her clothes in the spring rain. She didn’t care about the way her clothes and hair stuck to her skin, or the chill the cold rain brought or the feeling of the breeze hitting her body full force. She just continued to walk a distance. The wind and the sound of the rain hitting everything around her drowned out any noise.

“Godric, why you? Why did I need to lose you,” She sobbed, tears mixing with the rain hitting her face. Her voice strained as she screamed at the grey sky. “Why did I have to fail you? What did I do to deserve this hell? Not even on my worst days, did I do anything to merit this hell! Never did Neville deserve to feel guilty for this!” She screamed as if she were talking to Draco, knowing that he would most likely never talk to her again after this day.

As much as it pained her, she knew she wouldn’t have it in herself to allow him to get away with hurting her. She couldn’t live with herself if she went with grace. She needed to have that in Draco’s head. She needed to sink her parent’s secret weapon against her. She needed to allow herself the chance to haunt them. All of them. But what did it cost her? It cost her ever going home.

Suddenly, she felt the familiar sweater-clad arms wrap around her, slowly guiding her down as her knees gave out. Her sobs were drowned out by the sound of the rain as he held her, slowly rocking her back and forth as they sat in the mud and allowed the rain to wash over them. “It’s not your fault, Neville.” She sobbed, wanting him to stop feeling guilty. She might have lost one home, but she now has the best and most loving home in Neville’s arms.

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You Realize You Like Him

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

"Hey (y/n)?" There came a timid voice from above me. I was sitting on a couch reading a couple of chapters from a book I had picked up from the library this morning. Looking up I saw Ron Weasley nervously standing in front of me as if he had something to say. He awkwardly rocked back and forth between his feet. I had never seen him like this before.

"Hey Ron. Did you need something?" I closed my book and focused all my attention to him. Even though the book had started to get good, it could wait.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me? It's totally fine if you don't want to. I would understand."

"Did you wait too long to ask the girl you actually wanted to go with?" I chuckled wishing that he had asked Hermione to go with him instead. I though the two of them were destined to be together.

But Ron had waited too long and she ended up going with Viktor Krum. I don't think he knew that though. She for sure would have gone with him if he had made a move though.

"If I said yes would you still go with me?" He sheepishly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah." I giggled, " Of course I'll go with you Ron."

"Thank you (y/n)." He let out a sigh of relief, "I'll meet you at 7:00 in the common room." I watched as Ron walked off to tell Harry the good news and I couldn't help but smile a little at his actions. He was adorable.

Over the past couple of weeks I noticed that there had been this slight tension between Ron and Harry. I thought that it had to do with Harry being dragged into the spotlight once again, but Hermione told me it was because Harry didn't get to take the person he wanted to the ball. I was instantly curious at who this person was. Cho Chang maybe?

The night of the ball, Hermione and I helped each other get ready. She had to leave before me since she had to meet Viktor somewhere. I spent a couple more minutes fixing my makeup until I realized I was going to keep Ron waiting. I touched up my hair one last time before quickly walking out of my room. I found Ron waiting in the common room with Harry.

"Wow." Ron and Harry said in unison when I walked up to the them. I giggled and jokily rolled my eyes. It must've been a shock for them to see me all dressed up like this.

"You look really nice." Ron grinned holding out his arm so I could loop mine with his. I wasn't sure if I was just imagining this but it seemed like Harry had this annoyed look on his face.

The whole night went way better than I could have expected. Ron was the perfect gentleman and he was a much better dancer than I could have imagined.

After dancing for a while we both started to get thirsty, so he went to go get us some drinks. As a slow song started playing, I headed to go sit down until Harry asked me to dance. I nodded and followed him out to the floor. I told myself one dance and then I would go back to Ron. I was his date after all.

I couldn't help but smile as Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed my hand. He wasn't as good of a dancer as Ron was, but I figured Molly had taught him how to dance.

"I just want to say you look absolutely beautiful (y/n)." He blushed bright red and spun me around. "I didn't get to tell you that earlier."

"Thank you Harry." I whispered and before I could stop myself, I rested my head on his chest and I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head. When the song was over, I got out of his grasp and decided it was time to go find Ron.

Walking away from Harry, there was a smile on my face that wouldn't go away for the rest of the night.

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

I absolutely hated being sick. I try not to use the word hate, but one thing that I do hate is being sick. Whenever I am sick, I feel like I took for granted all those times I wasn't sick. My head was throbbing, my nose was runny, and every time I took a shallow breath, I could feel my lungs rattling around in my chest.

It was my own fault though. I had brought this illness upon myself. I had no business playing out in the snow without a jacket. I thought back to yesterday's events.

The second I realized it was snowing, I ran outside with some of my closest friends. Luna Lovegood tried to tell me to bring a jacket down, but I was too excited to listen to her. I just wanted to build some snowmen.

We stayed outside for a while until I realized that I should have listened to Luna. Once I had gotten up from my snow angel, I knew that I had made a terrible mistake. I stood there shivering for a moment until Ron Weasley walked over to me.

"I have an extra sweater if you would like to wear it." He offered holding out a green sweater with a gold R stitched across the front. I took the sweater and slipped it over my head before placing a quick kiss on his cheek. I watched as he turned bright red and I ran off to participate in a Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw snowball match.

This morning I woke up still wearing his sweater, but feeling absolutely awful. When I opened my eyes, I could feel a searing pain shoot through my head. I closed my eyes again hoping the pain would go away, but it didn't. I needed to get to the infirmary.

I was going to need to see Madam Pomfrey. There was no way I could get over this sickness by myself. I managed to climb out of the bed, slip into some comfy pants, and stagger to the infirmary. I collapsed on the floor shivering and Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over to me and helped me get into a bed.

"You children do realize this will happen if you play in the snow without proper attire." She scolded.

"I promise I won't happen again." I managed to get out before collapsing onto the bed. I groaned thinking about all the classes I was going to miss today. They were going to be bombarding us with homework.

Madam Pomfrey came back to me holding a mug with a steaming liquid inside. I took a cautious sip not expecting it to taste like peppermint hot chocolate. I quickly downed the rest of it and passed the mug back to her.

"You should start feeling better in about a day or so. You've got a nasty flu from being out in the cold. I suggest you get comfy." I nodded and looked around the infirmary for anyone else to talk to, but it was just me. I guess everyone else was smart enough to bring a jacket outside yesterday.

I ended up taking a little nap and when I woke up, I saw Ron Weasley standing in the doorway arguing with Madam Pomfrey. I couldn't hear them, but it looked as if he was trying to get it and she wasn't having it. Eventually she gave in and told Ron he had "20 minutes to talk to his friend".

He rushed over to me shoving a sheet of parchment paper in my face. "Look (y/n). Look."

I grabbed the sheet and looked at it to see a bold O written on the top of it.

"This is the exam for Charms that you helped me study for. I've never gotten an O on anything until you started helping me. I know I can be difficult to study with but I just wanted to thank you."

"You're welcome Ron." I managed to croak out beaming at how excited he was.

"You're still wearing me sweater." He pointed out taking the exam back from me.

"Oh." I had completely forgotten about it. I got ready to pull it off and hand it back to him, but he stopped me.

"No, you can keep it. I have tons of them. I'll ask my mom to make you one too. Besides. I think you look cute in it."

"Really?"

"Really." Ron nodded earnestly back his face taking on a pinkish tint. I couldn't help but grin. I was starting to develop a little crush on Ron Weasley.

Draco: Slytherin, pureblood, year below

I have absolutely no idea what Draco's favorite color is. I did a little research and I found multiple answers that ranged from black to emerald green. The most common answer that I did find was red so I'm rolling with that. If anyone knows what it really is, please let me know.

"You look lovely (y/n)." Blaise addressed walking up to me.

"Why thank you." I flashed him a huge smiled doing a little curtsey. "You look quite dapper if I do say so myself." I was not lying at about that. Blaise looked good.

Everyone knew that he was a very attractive guy. Girls and guys alike were constantly throwing themselves at him. I knew that he was waiting on the perfect girl. Contrary to what people believe, Blaise was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions. I couldn't wait to meet the lucky person that stole his heart.

My family put on these huge pureblood balls twice a year which I found to be rather boring. Witches and wizards from all over the world came out to attend their balls. One of them was during the summer and another was during the winter months a couple of days after Christmas.

When I was younger, I loved the balls. I loved getting dressed up and enjoying all the fancy things that my parents kept hidden every other day of the year.

But as I got older, I realized the balls were mostly for me. They were hoping that I would find someone at their balls I could end up marrying. I didn't understand why they so desperately wanted me to marry a pureblood since I wouldn't be carrying on the family name. That was the job for my older brothers.

"I noticed that you're wearing red. Which so happens to be Draco's favorite color." Blaise smirked taking a couple of sips of his champagne.

"I had no idea." I mumbled snatching a glass of champagne off the tray one of the waiters was carrying. Blaise didn't say anything, he just threw his head back and laughed. He knew that I was lying. Whenever he laughed you couldn't help but join in. I placed a hand over my mouth trying to quiet my giggles.

I knew that Blaise and I should be mingling with the other members of the party, but we didn't want to. We were happy just talking to each other. The two of us laughing caused almost everyone around us to look over and us and stare. I noticed a couple of girls who had their eye on Blaise were glaring at me. They had nothing to worry about. I had absolutely no interest in him.

"What about her?" I suggested gesturing over to a girl with long dark curly hair. "She's pretty."

"She is." Blaise shrugged and then let out an agitated groan. "My parents are calling me over to talk to this girl. I'll be back to check up on you and the Draco situation." Seemed like Blaise's parents had the same idea as mine.

There was no Draco and I situation which I had to keep reminding him about. I had always thought Draco was cute, but I'm not really sure how he felt about me. I thought he was going to end up dating Pansy, but they never did.

I wanted Draco to notice me in the way that I noticed him, but I knew that he only saw me as a younger sister. I stood off to the side sipping my champagne watching all these girls flock around Draco. but He looked bored. It looked as if he had absolutely no interest in whatever they were saying. I couldn't help but swoon at how amazing he looked in his black tux.

"He's not interested in them, you know?" Blaise was back. "He's only ever been interested in one girl."

"Are you sure he doesn't just see me as a little sister?" I nervously rocked back and forth on my heels. I was starting to get nervous watching all these gorgeous girls try to talk to him.

"I'm positive (y/n)." He promised. When I was sure that no one was looking at us, I grabbed Blaise's arm and dragged him off to one of the bathrooms.

I stood in front of the full length mirror and attempted to make myself look better. I touched up my makeup, readjusted my hair, and sprayed on some more perfume.

"How do I look?" I turned around to face Blaise giving him a little spin so he could take in my entire appearance.

"You look exquisite (y/n)." He replied. He said it with such certainty that I had to believe him.

"Thank you." I whispered nervously fiddling with my fingers. I could hear some music start playing and everyone start shuffling around looking for a partner. "Should I ask him to dance?"

"He would never turn you down." We walked back out of the bathroom and Blaise sat his empty glass on a passing tray. I scanned the crowd to see him standing by a window trying not to get himself noticed. "I'm so nervous."

"Wow." Blaise let out a low whistle. "You really do like him."

"Yeah." I nodded confirming his suspicions and taking a couple of steps in Draco's direction, "I really do."

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