#MIONE THE BEANS

[c0ckedgun]

sometimes a bingus sometimes killing a man with a cleaver

#danny's artbook #rena ryuugu #higarashi when they cry #eyestrain #bright colors #for the collage work i used a Gou screenshot and a figure of her also i wanted to paint #my silly thing #im so normal about this series #mion he/she supremacy #and rena my scrungus #she's interesting to me #saw the series too young #fanart #// #ask to tag #used brushes i barely ever use #been studying for my law exam wedsday and shits been hard so yeah #also something to post here #i forgot to acrhive an old rena piece that had jazmin bean lyrics #an di forgot the file name #im so normal

[holdupjack]

Waking Up Next To You

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Present Time/In Their Late 20’s

WARNING: None

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Hermione's P.O.V:

"Mione?"

"Hm?"

"Are you sleeping?"

"I was...but I heard an angel call for me"

"That's corny"

My eyes peels open to find my wife hovering over me with a soft smile.

"What is it my love?" I ask and she just continues to smile.

"Good morning" Y/n whispers as she leans down and captures my lips.

I hum happily as my hand reaches up and caresses her face, my other hand finding a spot on the back of her neck.

As she tries to pull away, I whine for another kiss, which I'm happily given.

"I have to make breakfast" she mumbles against my lips and I hum.

"Just five more minutes" I whisper and she chuckles.

"Alright Granger, five more minutes" Y/n whispers back as I pull her body on top of mine.

I gently begin to place feather like kisses on her face, she counts them under her breath as my finger tips fall to her waist.

"Can't we just stay like this?" I ask between each kiss.

"We have to eat" she answers and I groan in annoyance, pull her closer to me and burying my face against her neck.

"How about this, I order Uber Eats, and we'll just sleep in today?" She asks and I giggle like a little kid.

"That sounds amazing" I mumble against her skin.

I sit up, her legs wrap around my waist as Y/n reach's for her nightstand.

When she sits back towards me, she hands me the remote and immediately wraps her arms around my body.

Her chin rests on my shoulder as I flip to the news channel, I can hear Y/n's phone as she types, she hums a quiet tune in my ear.

"Expect showers till late this afternoon..."

I roll my eyes at the same old anchor and the same old weather of the U.K.

"It's cuddle weather" I sigh as my arm tightens around her and as I kiss her shoulder.

"It always is" Y/n laughs in my ear and I smile.

"That's why I like living here" I chuckle back and I could feel her eyes roll.

As I flick between stations, Y/n begins to name off restaurants.

"How about that local restaurant near here? You like their beans and toast" she says I nod.

"Good idea" I whisper as I kiss the side of her head.

I reach my hand up and slowly rub her back up and down. She sighs happily and shivers slightly, causing me to chuckle.

"It'll be here soon"

I hum and place the remote down, letting myself get lost in her warmth and company.

"I love you Y/n Granger" I whisper and she quickly answers me.

"I love you too Hermione Y/l/n"

If the butterflies in my stomach could flutter any faster, I swear I could start floating.

"When you say that, you make me want to retire already and stay like this forever" I whine as I push her onto the bed and hover over her.

Her smile shines as the soft sound of 'The Golden Girls' theme plays from the T.V.

"The Wizarding World needs you Minister" she chuckles and I groan placing my forehead on her shoulder.

"No" I whine and she just laughs, pulling my face up and giving a soft kiss to my greedy lips.

"No complaining, you love you're job" Y/n chuckles out as we pull away.

"But it keeps me away so much, this is my first day off in months!" I sigh, laying myself on top of her.

"I know 'Mione, but you're such a good Minister. That's why you work such long hours, to save the Wizarding World from itself" she says and I sigh again, mumbling a few 'stupid people' and 'dumb magic' from my lips.

Y/n just laughs, running her hand through my tangled hair and drawing shapes into the exposed part of my back.

"Can we just go back to our Hogwarts days?" I ask and Y/n hums.

"You really want to fight again?" She asks and I roll my eyes, sitting up and straddling her hips.

"No, I mean when it was just you and me...when we would sit in my room and stare out the window at all the stars, or late at night when we would sneak into the room of requirement and slow dance to music" I sigh and Y/n smiles.

"You just want to have our 'no responsibility' moments again?" She asks and I smile back.

"Yes, I want to just spend my time on earth with you" I whisper as I lean down and kiss her nose.

Knock! Knock!

"I got it" I hum as I kiss her lips once more and hop off the bed.

Quickly, I walk out to the front door and grab the food from the ground. I hear a soft meow as I shut the door, I look at the table to find Crookshanks the Second staring at me.

"There you are" I chuckle out as I walk back to the bedroom, with him in tow.

"Delivery!" I sing out as I walk back inside, to find my wife staring very intently at her phone.

"What are you looking at?" I ask and she hums.

"The Quibbler, seems Luna might think social anxiety might be apart of some fairy" she hums and I nod, setting down the bag at the foot of the bed.

She turns off her phone, and looks at me with a soft smile. I look between the T.V and the bag as I sort everything out.

"Where are you going?"

"To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide in the car"

I chuckle at the classic sitcom as I pass Y/n her food and the silverware that came with it.

"Can you believe they're all gone now?" Y/n asks and I laugh a little at the now funny memory.

"I just can't believe you called me crying, and made me leave work hysterical, thinking that something was wrong" I sigh and she just laughs loudly.

"It's Betty White! Everyone was crying!" She defends and I just chuckle again.

"I know my love" I hum as I sit down next to her with my food.

As we eat, Y/n's phone goes off a few times but she doesn't look at it, but she has a grin on her face.

"What are you up to?" I ask, a grin of my own forming.

"Nothing, why?" She asks as her smile drops and I roll my eyes.

"Dove, we've been together for eleven years, I know when you're hiding something" I say and she just rolls her eyes back at me.

"I just ordered some stuff from Amazon, I got  confirmation texts" she answers and I hum.

"What did you buy?" I ask and Y/n just looks at back at the T.V.

"Some more supplies for you, and some more food for Crook" she answers and I look at her a moment.

She's not telling me everything.

I chuckle softly and lean over, kissing her cheek.

"Alright my love"

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It was now late, almost 9 o'clock at night.

I hum quietly to myself as I go through some emails on my phone, my hair wrapped in a towel from my recent shower.

Y/n was cleaning some of the dishes when suddenly the house goes quiet.

"Y/n?" I call out but get no answer.

As I'm about to get up and look for her, she emerges into the room with a huge Amazon box.

Crookshanks runs through her legs and jumps up at the foot of the bed.

"What's this?" I chuckle out as she places it on the ground.

"You'll see" Y/n says happily as she opens it easily.

"I knew you had something up your sleeve" I mumble as I sit up, placing the towel from my hair in my nightstand.

"Close your eyes!" She says and I roll my eyes.

"Baby-" I'm cut off as she throws the towel at my face and falls to my lap.

I laugh, letting a snort escape me as I shake my head and doing as she says.

My mind wonders about what she could be planning.

A few times I could feel my hairs stand on end and goosebumps cover my arms when she'd places a kiss on my lips randomly.

A good twenty minutes go by of me hearing shuffling around the room, before the lights are shut off.

The bed dips beside me and I feel Y/n wrap her arm around me, pulling me down to lay next to her.

"Okay, open your eyes"

As I do, I'm greeted by the sound of slow music playing and the sight of the stars on the ceiling.

Im speechless.

"Well, since we can't go back in time, I decided to bring it to the future" she laughs out as I look over at her.

"You enchanted the ceiling?" I ask and she nods.

Suddenly Y/n sits up and grabs the Amazon box from the floor, I sit up too and rest my chin on her shoulder.

I look inside to find my favorite snacks and alcohol, with a few of her favorite stuff as well.

"I don't know what to say" I whisper, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"You don't have to say anything, I didn't do this for brownie points or something." She whispers and I slips my fingers with hers.

"Why did you do it then?" I ask as my favorite slow dancing songs play.

"I did it because I always want you to know that I'll always look at you and see the girl from fifth year that I fell in love with" Y/n mumbles as her eyes stare at the illusion, a shooting star goes by.

She closes her eyes and I feel my heart beating like it did on our first date at the Library.

"What did you wish for?" I whisper and she looks at me with a small smile, kissing my lips as well.

"That I'll always wake up with you by my side"

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic #fluff

[justpopi]

Sweet Sixteen

“So…”

The catatonic silence that accompanied the pair on their way back from the Three Broomsticks was broken by Theodore 'please, call me Theo' Nott, who during the last few months has upgraded in Harry’s mind from 'should I even know who you are?' to 'my dearest comrade in peace and war'.

Peace being, for example, those calm and quiet study nights (Harry still can’t quite believe he would come to miss those, but they say war changes a man) spent together preparing for their NEWTs, courtesy of a surprisingly welcomed 8th year.

War being whatever the hell they had just witnessed (and in Harry’s humble opinion, survived) in Hogsmeade’s most beloved bar, a place that had been a sanctuary of good memories for The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice until today, now forever corrupted by a traumatizing experience (has he not suffered enough?)

“Are we going to talk about what just happened or is this the type of situation in which all parties involved reach a common consensus of never mentioning this… quarrel again?” Theo continued in his ever-present, eloquent speech, a note of amusement hiding in his voice.

“I would hardly qualify THAT as a quarrel” Harry grunted. “In fact, and I cannot stretch this enough, I’d rather challenge Moldyshorts to a wet willy contest than go through that again, and I think we both remember how his fingers looked like”

“It’s endearing how dramatic you’re being, Harry, and while I have absolutely not idea what a wheat whiny contest is or why it would involve the Dark Lord’s fingers, comparing a lovers’ quarrel to a challenge against what is literally a failed crossbreed experiment of a snake and my sleep paralysis demon seems hardly fair to-“

“To Voldemort!”

“-to our friends” finished Theo, completely ignoring Harry’s interruption. Risking a sideways glance towards his grumpy companion, the Nott heir added “and don’t frown, Harry darling, it’s completely unbecoming of someone from your station, not to mention it will make your baby face age early”

“If anything will make me age early, are those two”, Harry pouted, while trying to hide a blush at Theo’s use of 'darling'. “I feel like I lost 10 years of my life watching the ferret and Hermione bickering. Never mind that there were six times in which I thought I was going to die, Theo. SIX. TIMES!!”

“I counted four”

“Still four times too many!!” yelled Harry, exasperated. “And the other two were for the two times 'Mione made me go with her to the bathroom. At least her asking me to chaperone this date should pay for all the life debts I owe her for saving my arse”

Carefully, as to not sound like a condescending idiot, Theo asked “Don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, you are exaggerating a little bit this whole situation because it’s Draco? I remember how Granger and Weasley used to argue, and it was a lot worse, and they weren’t even a couple”

“I’m not- They weren’t- It wasn’t- okay, I’ll concede that point. But for the record, I never saw Ron and Hermione fighting over the things that she and Malfoy were fighting over today”

“It wasn’t that bad, it’s just that they are two people with their own strong and unique set of beliefs and opinions that, unfortunately, happen to differ from time to time”

“Theo, I don’t know if you were astral projecting during their whole date -and if you did, please teach me- but they spent 17 minutes arguing over which multiple of 4 was the best and why theirs was the superior one”

“You really need to learn the art of thriving amongst chaos, Harry. Granger using the Bertie Bott’s beans that we bought at Honeydukes to show Draco that 24 was better than his 'miserable, meek 12' and then proceeding to shove them in his mouth was the most fun I’ve experienced in a while”

“You and I have a very different concept of fun” said Harry under his breath. “Anyways, at least you were there, I don’t want to imagine how it would have gone had I been third wheeling, so, er… thank you, for agreeing to come with me”

“Anytime, Harry darling”. And anytime indeed, thought Theo, when he was graced with the beaming smile Harry gave him as a thanks.

Finally reaching Hogwarts’ gates, they came to a stop, letting the soft fall of snow wash over them. Gently, as to not disturb their peaceful bubble, Theo reached for Harry’s nose to dry the water left by a melting snowflake, reveling at the blush on the other’s cheeks which was ignited by the action.

“Harry, was today really that bad?” Theo asked tentatively, hoping that their friends’ bickering hadn’t totally ruined what he considered their first 'kind of a double date but not really'. Though the events from the afternoon would probably keep the bar low for when Theo gathered the courage to ask Harry on a 'most certainly a date'. And his housemates say he is a pessimist.

Harry sighed, and then gave Theo a small but sincere smile. “I know I complained a lot on our way back, and you know I get emotional recoil from these type of situations, but no, Theo. Today wasn’t really that bad”

Theo returned the smile. “I’m glad, because though Draco and Granger provided high quality entertainment at their own expense, which is always valued, it was your company what I truly enjoyed”

Harry’s smiled widened a bit at that, and feeling confident from Theo’s words, he gathered his Gryffindor courage. “Well, in that case, maybe it would be even better if next Hogsmeade’s weekend we repeated this, just, emm, the two of us?” he asked in a shy yet hopeful tone.

Theo, in all his Slytherin glory, smirked despite the furious blush that was taking over his face. “I would love to, Harry darling, but first I have to ask you a most important prerogative that I fear must be answered before I take that level of commitment with you”

Harry looked at him dubiously “And what would that be?”

Theo grinned a shark-like smile “What is the best multiple of 4?”

Harry let out a bark of laughter “My, my Theo, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”

“At the same time, together?”

“Together, at the count of three”

“One”

The sunset painted the surrounding snow in warm shades of orange and pink, as if the landscape itself wanted to rival the blushes adorning their faces.

“Two”

Blue eyes met green ones in that way only seen in the kind of couples which have either shared a soul, a life, or both, mirth reflected in each of their orbs as if they were the only ones in knowledge of the world’s biggest mysteries.

“Three”

Two boys trying to hold their laughter until the last second, not a single worry in their minds, as both know that this moment is the beginning of something incredibly strong yet irremediably sweet.

“SIXTEEN!”

#littledrabbles #drabble #harry potter #hp fic #nottpott #dramione #though only background dramione #this is the first time i write for a ship and not for a reader #anyways #here you have it #my first hp writing #and it is fluff #fluff

[nrtsky]

❪ ⚡️ ❫ 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬 | hp

─ ഒ paring: Hermione Granger x fem!reader

─ ഒ fandom: Harry Potter

─ ഒ warnings: idk, maybe homophobia? Let's check. Minor half-blood prince spoilers and Draco Malfoy being uh… himself. And Pansy being an idiot.

notas: english is not my first language, sorry in all the cases!!!! I have SO many things i wanted put, but i don't wanna make this so long. Let me know if you like my writing;) GIF NOT MINE

The sweetest girlfriend ever, change my mind

ALRIGHT, this is passed in half-blood prince - when they (golden trio) had 15/16.

I want to clarify the way THIS happened, so………… you met her in potion class: New professor. No snape. New lessons. With this, I wanna mean peace.

Actually, you always knew her (i mean, who doesn’t know her?) because of Harry and Ron! You used to be their friend, but not Hermione. Maybe ‘cause they were afraid you guys wouldn't get along. Poor boys.

You and Mione already interacted, but your weird way of acting when she was around made her think YOU thought she was weird. And it kinda hurts, ‘cause she always thought you were soooo pretty.

You always… had a crush on Granger. But you thought that was a teenager thing, like… just an illusion. This is in 3th grade, 13 years old. But, now, with 16, you STILL liked her.

When you learned about amortentia, Hermione said that it was the most love powerful potion in the world.

‘’It’s rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them… For example I smell…’’

Well, she already felt this smell before. For Sure.

Trying to do Felix Felicis, you were on Hermione's side, stressed bc you just COULDN’T DO THIS POTION. You looked at your side and saw her disaster.

‘’omg, if EVEN Hermione can't do this, how can i do????????????????????’’

You payed attention to what Harry was doing as he was succeeding. He told you and Hermione about crushing the sopophorous bean. She said ‘’no’’ at the same time, but you tried it.

Once you approached her to take the blade, Hermione recognized where the smell of amortentia came from. She blushed sm omg.

So, let’s talk about dating hcs!!

How does she go for a good part of her own day in the library, you used to spend a good part of your own day in the library, just following her.

If you grew up in the magic world, she loves read muggle books for you. But if you grew up with muggle parents, she likes to know about your family histories

She charges herself too much when we are talking about school numbers; in her mind, she HAVE to be perfect in EVERYTHING. So, giving her a time-out is definitely on your list.

But it doesn't matter how she loves you or how you love her, she's gonna turn kinda insane if/when you take a book from her.

Taking the her scare side away, she is sooooooo sweet with you 🥺🥺🥺

I MEAN, she is 😵 for PDA, but still very sweet!

She likes to kiss your forehead and hands, but not in public. In part ‘cause once Draco and Pansy saw she kissing you and they acted like two idiots (nothing new), but she never liked to do things like this in public.

Fool girl will turn literally RED if you kiss or hug her in front of everyone.

She calls you ‘darling’ and ‘love’, but private. Sounds so special and cute from her.

Hermione blush for little things. What i can say? She isn't used to receiving love this much and intensively.

We can’t forget: we are in 1996, so your relationship is a secret to everybody (less Harry and Ron. If you have close friends, you and Hermione tell them). Hermione just doesn't want you and her suffering from homophobia.

You are so glad for the girlfriend you have - even if few people knew -, so you helped her in S.P.E.W at the same time she told you the idea. You love the way she is just good with everyone.

You and Harry and Ron defend Hermione from racist people, who call her mud-blood. Have you ever cast a spell on someone bc of this, ANYWAY………………

She will help you if you have a difficulty on some subject. Or will give the answers of some homework you, Ron and Harry forgot to do, but she’ll argue with you guys.

You support each other so badly.

#hermione granger #harry potter #hermione x reader #fem reader #imagines #x reader #wizard world #hermione fic #hermione granger x you #sapphic #harry potter series #headcanons #hp headcanon #hermione headcanons #l-loveistortue #harry potter imagine

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Abducted by Demons Chapter 4

I guess the killers were the friends we made along the way.

This is the last exposition-heavy chapter of the arc. Ooishi explains how Hinamizawa was formerly known as Onigafuchi and village tradition says demons wandered the village and would hunt humans. Furthermore, each victim has some connection to one of Keiichi's friends.

Rena was the only one who didn't have any connection to one of the victims. Instead, Ooishi brought up how she once destroyed every window at her school and how she frequently mentioned Oyashiro-sama during her evaluations.

Knowing nothing else and if I were to treat this as a supernatural case, it sounds like Keiichi's friends are engaged in demonic rituals harking back to the old traditions of their village. Meanwhile, Rena is possessed by Oyashiro.

Rena is mentioned to suffer dysautonomia. According to Wikipedia, it's a disorder where the autonomic nervous system (ANS) doesn't work properly. The ANS is responsible for regulating certain automated functions in the body such as heartrate, digestion, breathing, and urination. Dysautonomia seems to be a blanket disorder. Different people can have different symptoms due to different parts of the ANS not working properly.

Rena's on medications for it so that might be the reason, but I don't think she shows any symptoms for it in the series. Since they're all physical traits, maybe something will come up if we get her perspective.

Now that we have all the information about the murders, and Ooishi has implied Keiichi is the next target, the story goes full horror.

They know all, they see all, and Keiichi is going to do as they say.

And then the needle.

The story is no longer about Keiichi trying to solve the murder mystery. It's about Keiichi trying to not be the next victim.

The author, Karin Suzuragi, did an excellent job using the manga media format to maximum effect on both of the horror bits on this chapter. Both the scene where Mion and Rena's eyes change and the scene where blood comes out of Keiichi's mouth were on the right pages. The previous pages before set up the scenes and get us in one mindset and then we turn the pages and the mood is suddenly shifted as we're hit by these full-page images of things that should not follow what we saw on the previous page.

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Spoiler Discussion

First thing I need to mention is Mion's sister works at the restaurant Keiichi and Ooishi went to. So Mion likely knew about that meeting because Shion snitched.

Now let's have a cold read of Mion and Rena's discussion with Keiichi. They're aware Keiichi skipped school and was hanging out with Ooishi and at some point, Keiichi made a loud outburst.

Their words, with no context, sounds like they're just being super nosy. They heard Keiichi's been hanging out with some old man and they want to know all the gossip. And Mion's "warning" to not miss school tomorrow can just be read as a genuine concern. She just genuinely doesn't want him to miss school.

As for the needle, it can just be the manga format, but there's no panel showing Keiichi actually spat anything out. He just notices blood coming out of his mouth and then looks in his palm. That needle is also super clean.

And during the buildup to the needle, he mentions there is something in the ohagi but the blood doesn't happen until he suddenly thinks about how Rena and Mion looked to him.

Also, ohagi is made from sweet rice and coated in RED bean paste.

My guess is Rena's ohagi had hot sauce or something spicy in it as a prank. Keiichi tasted it and he hallucinated the taste as blood. And the blood itself is either whatever sauce was slipped in or maybe the red bean paste itself.

What kind of shot was the doctor going to give Keiichi? I wonder.

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#higurashi when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi no naku koro ni reread

[thekindnessofroleplay]

Celeste, Annie, and Mione-

Thank you for restoring my faith in female friendships. You're angels and I appreciate you so much.

Love,

Coffee Bean Queen

💌

[missiletainnyt]

The new Gothic themed DND Unearthed Arcana introduces some neat stuff like Dhampir's who feed on and hunger for inside jokes, and People reborn from the dead, but the Hexbloods took my interest more

Specifically this part...

All I could think off was...

Big Hair <3

Little lost Hag-ling.

Smol.

#dnd #dnd character #original character #unearthed arcana #UA #Hexblood #Hair #Bean #Mion-Uan #dhampir #reborn #gothic lineages #playtest #dnd art #character art #I don't art but it was fun

[w1zrad]

stickers for my new sticker-less laptop... if you recognize this anime, message me immediately because it’s one of my faves and no one ever knows what it is!!

I have a Hanyuu that I haven’t finished yet too, dun worry i didn’t forget oyashiro-sama uwu

#higurashi no naku koro ni #when they cry #from left to right it's #furude rika #houjou satoko #sonozaki shion #ryuuguu rena #sonozaki mion #maebara keiichi #i've done a bunch of these before #but for haikyuu #which i still haven't put on here yet #they're adorable and i want to sell them as sticker sets #i have like everyone from every team #anyway #i love all these lil beans

[cursestothemoon]

Parents, Presents, and Girlfriends

Requested: yes

Hermione x fem! gryffindor! reader

Warnings: suggestive towards the end, also a steamy kiss towards the end, mentions of food

Summary: Hermione is nervous to meet her girlfriends parents and spend the Christmas holiday with them, but quickly she realizes how silly she was. That and her girlfriend was cross-eyed as a baby.

also i didn’t edit this due to pure laziness so i am sorry 

Word Count: 2301

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“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, meeting your parents is one thing but spending the holiday with them? What if I make a terrible first impression, then they are stuck with me for two weeks? What then?”

The way Hermione paced as she rambled made you chuckle, her eyebrows shooting up and falling down every so often.

“I think you are overthinking it, Mione. They’ll love you.” Your tone was confident.

She gave you a look asking if you were sure and you giggled as you stood up. You made your way over to her, taking her hands and bringing them to your lips. Hermione seemed to relax, her shoulders slumping, as you ran her knuckles across your lips before gently placing a few kisses on them.

“Trains leaving soon, love, I think we should get ready to go.”

Hermione nodded going to grab her bags- they had been packed since last week- and you made your way to your things, shoving in a few last minute socks and knickers before zipping it up. You grabbed Hermione by the hand, and you two walked out of your shared dorm, chatting until arriving at the train.

The train ride was spent in a compartment with Ron and Harry, both going to the Burrow for Christmas, and a plethora of sweets.

“Sixth year, can you guys believe it?” Ron asked munching on a chocolate frog leg.

Harry swallowed Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean, the grimace he sported was a dead giveaway that it was not a prefered flavor, before answering, “Remember when we flew the car to school?”

Ron nodded with a fond smile but it was Hermione’s voice that came out, “That was the most idiotic thing you two have ever done.”

“Oh don’t act all high and mighty now, that was when you met Y/n.” Harry teased, nudging his head in your direction.

Hermione turned crimson as she bowed her head with a small smile. Your hand found hers on the seat and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah, you two weren’t around to make me look bad.” Hermione said, remembering the first train ride with you and how quickly you two had become best friends.

It was true, you two quickly became friends during second year, yet neither of you were able to actually identify your feelings as romantic until fourth year. Both of you had gone to the Yule Ball with a date, Hermione with Viktor Krum and you with Dean Thomas. The Ball was fun, though the jealousy spewing in both your hearts put a bit of a damper on things, fortunately the night ended with you two snogging in your dorm before any of the other girls got back. Surely they put two and two together when they got back however, lipstick smudged, dresses just slightly askew, and hair frazzled.

After the infamous night, you two had started dating. Now you had convinced her to spend Christmas holiday with you and your family, wanting your parents to meet the girl you were certain you were going to marry. Hermione had no reason to be worried, unbeknownst to her, your parents already knew all about her- perhaps a bit too much- from the countless letters you’ve written them gushing about your girlfriend.

“What if they don’t like me? Or-or, oh I don’t know! Does my hair look alright?” Hermione fumbled, hands shooting up to comb down her already neat hair- she had done it during the train ride.

“Your hair looks good, and they will like you. Try mentioning S.P.E.W.” You winked, walking out of the compartment.

Hermoine rushed after you, “Don’t leave me! I’m nervous, take my hand.”

You shook your head with a giggle, offering your hand to her as you waited for her to catch up. She took it gratefully, walking in stride with you to the now open door of the train that led to the platform 9 ¾.

The platform was buzzing with families, all bundled up for winter, greeting their children. A rush of excitement filled your being as you looked for your parents, turning to catch a glimpse of Hermione whose eyes were wide and smile, nervous.

“Y/n! Hermione! Over here!” It was your mum’s voice.

“Merlin, she knows my name.” Hermione mumbled to herself.

You chuckled, pulling Hermione by the hand to where your mum was waving at you two from a little ways down the platform. Upon reaching your mother, Hermione was pulled into a hug leaving you to gasp in feigned offence.

“I am your daughter you know?”

“And I’m your mother. Now that we’ve got titles out of the way let me greet your girlfriend.” Your mom waved you off turning to look at Hermione.

Hermione smiled, a bit overwhelmed by the aggressive hug, “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. L/n. Merry Christmas.”

“Call me Y/m/n, and it’s even lovelier to meet you. Y/n doesn’t shut up about you in her letters, you’re featured in every single one.”

“Mum.” You groaned, cheeks starting to heat up.

Hermione laughed, the knots in her stomach finally starting to loosen. Your mum seemed to take to her quickly, leaving you to grab most of the luggage. Hermione tried to protest, offering to help but your mother initiated you had it taken care of and she wrapped an arm around your girlfriend's shoulders starting a conversation about school, you presume.

“Yeah, I’m fine, not to worry.” You grumble, finally getting the five bags you were left with off the floor and comfortable enough for you to walk with.

“Carry the bags, Y/n. Let me get to know your girlfriend, Y/n. You can handle it.” You mimicked as you three finally made it to the car, your father sitting at the wheel before catching sight of you three and jumping out.

“Girls! Sorry I wasn’t at the platform, your mum thought it best if we bombarded Hermione one parent at a time.” He smiled, grabbing the bags from your hands quickly.

He watched you drop them with a huff, “Why’d you carry ‘em all, Y/n?”

“Oh you know, just trying to impress Hermione.” You said sarcastically, making him laugh as he shoved the bags into the trunk of the vehicle.

Your dad was a muggle, as muggle as they come really. He had a modest childhood, only ever getting what he needed, wants and luxuries saved for the children who could afford them. Your mother was a pureblood witch, a Gryffindor at that, and had lived in the house just a town over from your father’s. They had been together since they were fifteen, married since they were nineteen.

The backseat of the car held you and Hermione, your mum in the passenger seat and your father driving back to the house. The radio emitted a low tune but other than that a comfortable silence filled the car. You reached your hand across the seat, grabbing Hermione’s and giving a gentle squeeze. She turned to you, a smile nearly splitting her face, and her eyes sparkling. Clearly she was having a good time, and maybe carrying the bags all that way was worth it.  

The ride home was quick, the newly fallen snow nearly blinding on the dark, paved roads. Your home coming into view causes a bubble of giddiness to rise into your belly, mum always decorated for Christmas and you could tell she went all out this year. The pathway leading up to the house had six Christmas trees, three on each side and each one sparkling with twinkling white lights and a red bow on top. The house itself was a good size, wedding present from your mother’s side, and had the same white twinkling lights wrapping around it.

“Welcome home.” You teased, grinning at Hermione.

Christmas Eve had gone without a hitch, dinner went exceptionally well. It felt as though Hermione had been a part of the family for ages, her humour, wit, and intelligence melded very well with that of your family’s. It was evident Hermione realized she had been nervous for nothing, a smile had sat gracefully on her face all night and you couldn’t be happier.

After dinner you and Hermioen had broken away from your parents- still chattering in the kitchen- and made your way to the front steps with hot chocolate cradled in each of your hands. You took a sip from your cup, the whip cream finding a nice spot to rest just at the top of your upper lip making the witch next to you let out a laugh.

“Is there something on my face?” Your tone was painfully oblivious.

She laughed again, “Nope, not at all.”

“Good, now give me a kiss, babes.”

You pucker your lips with exaggeration, leaning toward her. She laughed harder trying to lean away from her girlfriend but realized it was a losing battle so she retaliated. Hermioen grabbed your face and pulled you closer to her, only to bring her tongue out and lick a broad stripe over your mouth, collecting the whipped cream.

The shock was evident on your face as you froze for a moment before grimacing theatrically.

“I can’t believe you just licked me.” You muttered, a hand coming up to wipe your mouth.

“You were asking for it.” Hermione shrugged.

You let out a sigh before looking at her, a feigned expression of thinking drawn on your face, “I think now I deserve a proper kiss for that. Only fair.”

Hermione pretended to think for a moment also before she nodded, “You’re right, I think you do.”

She leaned over, pulling your lips to hers in a heated kiss. Her hand went to your waist, pulling at the material of your pants to bring you closer, you let out a quiet whimper at this making her slide her right hand over your backside, groping at the clothed flesh. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand up to hold her face, the other one resting comfortable around her neck.

Hermione pulled her lips from yours with a smacking sound making you let out a breathy laugh.

“Apology accepted.”

The comment made Hermione snort, a hand coming up to shove your shoulder gently. A few whipped cream mustaches and far more than a few kisses later, both you and Hermione decided to go inside to get warmed up.

Your mother running around with blankets, your father following with pillows- though he’d rather not run- made you raise your eyebrows in curiosity.

“Mum...what are you doing?”

“Getting Hermione’s room ready.”

“Hermione’s...room...ready?” You tried to understand, really you did.

The way you said the words made your dad snort, before going to drop the pillows off in the spare room.

You turned to your mom, “I thought Hermione would be sleeping in my room...you know… with me?”

“People who date can’t sleep in the same room, that was the rule for your brother, that’s the rule for you. No matter how sweet Hermione is, I know you might try some funny business.” She said, a finger pointing at you.

Hermione laughed, knowing just how true it was before assuring, “I’m alright with staying in the spare room it’s alright.”

You groaned and stammered, not unlike a child complaining, “But- but, Hermione and I share a dorm. And! And! Even if there was any funny business, which there won’t be, don't be weird Mum, but if there was it’s not like either of us would get pregnant.”

Your dad gave a loud snort as he watched your mum try to find something to say.

“Well…”

“I mean, she’s not wrong, Y/M/N.” Your dad added, winking at you.

Your mother thought for a moment before giving in, “Alright, I suppose you’re right. But if her snoring gets too loud Hermione, you are more than welcome to switch rooms.”

You scoffed in offence, holding your hand over your heart dramatically, “I do not snore.”

The silence was deafening, and you turned to Hermione, “Don’t feed into this!”

She brushed you off with a smile before turning to your parents, “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

Your parents bid you two goodnight and made their way to their room, both Hermione and you walking in the direction of yours before your mum called out again.

“Remember, bright and early for presents in the morning! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” You and Hermione said in sync before opening the door to your room.

You walked in, Hermione following, and turned just as you heard her close and lock the door.

“Should I be worried?” You joked.

Hermione shook her head with a smirk, “Hope they won’t mind if I have you one of your presents early…” She trailed off as she walked toward you slowly.

“And to think, they thought I would be the one to start the funny business. Unbelievable…”

BONUS:

You sat on the floor in between Hermione’s legs as she sat on the couch, thumbing through a photo album your mum had so graciously given her. Your father handed her a few loose photographs, those were the really embarrassing ones that he liked to keep close, that you really wished he would’ve kept to himself.

Hermione would laugh to herself every so often making you look up from the scarf you were knitting to try and see the picture that brought out that reaction. Unfortunately, your seat was not the most fitting for such so you couldn’t catch the picture. That is until Hermione spoke up.

“You were cross-eyed as a baby. Did you know?”

Suddenly you knew the exact picture she was looking at making you groan, dropping your forehead onto her knee in embarrassment.

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summary: A summer changes the girl harry potter fell in love with, leaving her with more pain than she’d ever admit.

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Rushing down the Hogwarts halls, bags slung over your shoulder and sun shining through the windows, you scour the crowds of students leaving Hogwarts for summer vacation, trying to pick a familiar brunette with green eyes.

Rounding the corner, you spot three gryffindors chatting by a stone pillar and run towards them, crashing into one of the boy’s backs.

“Guess who?” You giggle, feeling Harry’s chest vibrate as he chuckles.

“Hm, I don’t know, is it Hagrid?” He teases, running his chin as Hermione grins. “Nope.” You laugh, popping the ‘p’

“Is it Dumbledore?” Harry tries again, placing his hand over yours and stroking his thumb over your fingers. “Afraid not lightning.”

“Well then, perhaps is it y/n?” Harry turns, wrapping you in his arms as you laugh and hug him back.

“Are you guys ready for summer?” You ask, glancing around at Hermione and Ron before glancing back at Harry.

They all bore similar expressions, small smiles with a ‘maybe’ face. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re off to save the world over summer too.” You sigh, releasing yourself from Harry’s arms and walking to Ron to give him a hug.

“We won’t get in too much trouble.” Ron chuckles, patting you on the back and letting you walk over to Hermione.

“We just never know at this point.” She shrugs, squeezing you tightly.

“Well I’ll meet you guys on the train!” You smile.

The ride back to your platform was as it always was, the trees whipped by and swayed. The sky was lined with puffy white clouds. The snack trolley passed and you bought yourself a chocolate frog and some ‘every flavour’ beans to share with your mom when you got home, a tradition as they were her favourite, and because she needed a little happiness with you off at school and your father gone.

Sitting back and sighing. The golden trio finally arrived at your cabin and told you about their summer plans. Hermione was travelling, Ron was staying home and Harry was staying with the Dursley’s until he could ‘find a reason to escape to the Weasley’s’ as he put it.

The train arrives at your stop and you grab your bags to leave.

“Write to me if you can, all of you, and I’ll see you next year.” You smile, walking back over to Harry and planting a quick kiss to his cheek, ruffling Ron’s hair and kissing Hermione’s forehead.

“Bye y/n!” Ron and Hermione chime.

“Bye thunder!” Harry calls as you turn again and wave. “Bye lightning, bye guys!” You smile, rushing off to the train.

“So you finally told her?” Ron chuckles, patting Harry on the back.

“What are you talking about?” Harry asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“We know you like her mate, and she just kissed you on the cheek!” Ron continues.

“W-Well maybe I do fancy her, but she gave Mione a kiss too!” Harry stammers, his face going as red as his uniform.

“That was platonic Harry, we can tell she likes you, lightning.” Hermione teases using your nickname for him.

“Listen, I don’t want to jump to conclusions and creep y/n out. She’s an amazing friend and I’d like it to stay that way.” Harry smiles, looking off into the distance to see you still walking away.

“Even if she does like you back?” Ron questions.

“Well you don’t know if she does.” Harry sighs, rolling his eyes.

Your eyes scan the station for your mother, swiveling your head back and forth to find her but only seeing other families being reunited with their children.

Pursing your lips you sigh and wait for a moment. Hoping and praying that this year would be different, and your mother would come running to you with open arms. Seconds fade to minutes, and soon the station is almost empty as excited parents rush home to hear about Hogwarts adventures.

You pull your luggage behind you as you walk to the front of the station and hail a muggle cab, leaning your head against the cool window as the pink skies shine above you, the driver makes no move for conversation, so your drive is silent, and when you finally reach your old house, you hand the man driving the rest of your muggle allowance and nod him goodbye.

Your house was looking as quiet and calm as you had left it.

The flowers you had planted last summer had wilted, the porch sat empty and the stairs still creaked as you approached the door. Home.

You smile as you turn your key in the lock and push open the door, setting your bags on the floor as you set out, candy in hand in search of your mother. The kitchen sat empty with only the soft hum of the refrigerator suggesting someone still lived here. The living room was empty, the old leather couch seemed to be collecting dust and the tv looked like an ancient artifact with the cobwebs strung on the sides. As you ascend the stairs to the second floor, you notice the blinds to every window suspiciously closed. Odd, your mother usually enjoyed watching the sunset.

The floorboards beneath you give high pitched creaks as you walk across the hallways, something you had always despised, especially as a child trying to sneak sweets in the early hours.

Pushing open your mothers bedroom, your eyebrows furrow as her bed laid neatly made, with not a thing out of place. The usual mess of pill bottles and plastic bottles had been cleaned, the pile of clothes had disappeared and she was still nowhere to be found. A sense of dread bubbles in the pit of your stomach as you push on, checking her closet and even your own room for your mom, but nothing.

You turn around with a plan to head to town and see if she was visiting the pharmacy for her pills again, or maybe the grocery store, heck, maybe she had stopped at the corner store for cigarettes again. You turn to shrug on a jacket and leave, but as you reach for the front door knob again, your head snaps up and your blood runs cold.

“No, no, no. Please no.” You repeat to yourself, running up the stairs with tears in your eyes and you approach the one room you had yet to check. The one place your head told you she was, but your heart refused to believe. There was no way it could be true. She’d be opening the door right now, the sound of keys clattering on the table in the kitchen would alert you she was there. She’d say, “I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up, work was awful today.” And she’d proceed to pull out her groceries so you could prepare your favourite meal together, after dinner you would sit on the couch and you’d tell her all about your school girl crush on Harry Potter and she’d tease you as she popped a jelly bean into her mouth and give you the best motherly advice you could ask for. You pause at the closed door and pause, waiting for the door to open, waiting for the sound of footsteps, even the sound of breathing, anything.

You’re met with silence, and in the exact two hundred and sixteen seconds you stood outside the bathroom door, tears began to cloud your vision as you finally opened the door, counting another ten seconds before opening your eyes.

The first thing you saw was your mother, eyes closed and face unusually pale as she lay in the bathtub, and for a moment, you almost convinced yourself she had fallen asleep.

That is until your eyes trailed down her body, and where the water turned red. You drop the jellybeans and everything goes blurry.

“No…” You whimper incredulously, not realizing you had fallen to your knees until the pain in your legs registered and your eyes flooded. Her skin was littered with scars, ones she obtained from her job, harmless ones that healed with time. Beside them were what you cried for. Large, angry gashes that covered her wrists and stole the life from her.

Your face contorts into a hateful cry as you scream, pain flooding your entire being as the metallic sting of blood floods your nose and you gag.

Words seem to blur together, a mixture of ‘why’ and ‘come back, please.’ Seemed to be the only ones that came out coherently as you collapse and slam your fists repeatedly against the floor.

“Mommy, why did you do this? Why did you leave me?” You sob softly, hesitantly touching her face, ice cold to the touch, a quick check of her pulse showed she was gone, but you could tell from the colour still draining from her face that this was recent. Another choked sob escapes your lips as you turn away from her and spot something sitting on the bathroom sink. A letter.

You scramble to grab it and tear it open.

Y/n, if you’re reading this, you’ve gotten home safely and seen me by now. Please know this isn’t your fault love, I just couldn’t bear this anymore. You know that ever since your father left I’ve struggled, you were the only reason I still wanted to stay alive baby, but it’s too much. Everyday I wake up and I have no reason to stay. I was fired not too long ago, lost all my friends to my absence, and lost everything.

Please forgive me. I love you so much, angel, and I’m so so proud of you, I’m resting now baby. I’m finally free.

The paper starts to crinkle as your hands tighten to fists, your tears spill like rivers down your face and your breathing grows rapid as your head falls into your hands.

“P-Please don’t go… You’re all I have, I-I can’t lose you.” You sob, pushing her hair back against her forehead in the soothing manner she had always done for you.

“Please, please, please. I can’t lose you mom… I-I still haven’t told you about this boy at school, t-the test I aced in potions even though professor Snape hates me, all the house points I got, mom there's still so much I have to tell you…” You sniffle, pressing a kiss to her head as you sit back on your heels and push the tears from your eyes to no avail.

“I got your-your every flavoured beans mom, I was hoping we could share them as I told you, maybe I would get an earwax one and you would laugh.” You stutter as the tears flood your eyes again. “I miss your laugh so much mom, please, can I hear it one more time.” You beg, refusing to move from your spot on the floor next to your mother, holding her head in your arms as you begged and prayed for her to come back, going as far as to try and perform magic to heal her wounds and bring her back.

But even magic couldn’t bring her back, and she’d want more for you than to be expelled for uselessly trying to save her.

Eventually the metallic scent became more than you could bear, you pushed yourself away, swallowing your sobs and closing the door behind you. You had no clue what you were going to do with her, but that would be a problem you’d face another day. Your breathing began to race, your heart pounded a million miles a second and the overwhelming feeling of being trapped settled around you, squeezing you into a box you could not escape from, pushing from all sides until you were clawing at yourself to escape your imagined prison.

It was too much. You run down the hallway to your mother’s room and collapse in front of her cabinet, trembling as you tug open the bottom drawer and grab a small cylindrical container with her name on it.

You knew this was a terrible idea, these were strong muggle painkillers meant to help a grown adult, not a teen.

But the looming dread was too much to ignore, too much to bear, too much to even think about. Your mother’s lifeless body flashed through your head, painfully embedding itself into every inch of your memory until it burned.

You pour an unknown amount into your hand and throw them into your mouth, swallowing them dry and collapsing onto the floor in a fit of anger at your actions and pain. Pain so blinding it swallowed your rage, filling your entire being with a convulsing sadness, and as the meds began to kick in, an artificial peace.

New sunlight shines through the closed blinds onto your closed eyes and you finally stir, sitting upright holding your head in your hands, clueless for a moment what you were doing on the floor. Scanning the room, the burning memory hits you like a punch to the face and you freeze, resisting the urge to empty whatever sat in your stomach onto the floor.

“What am i going to do?” You murmur to yourself, glancing around helplessly for something, someone to hold on too, but alas, you sit alone, clutching a pill bottle in your hands.

You eventually snapped to your senses, called a muggle ambulance to help you get your mother out of the tub and before you knew it, you were standing in a flowerless field as two workers lowered your mother into the ground. They offered you condolences and convincing frowns, but to them this was just another job. One more person laid to rest, no care to know what tragic story was buried in the heart of the one person standing at the funeral.

They left without a word you stood at the headstone, engraving the image into your mind.

‘m/n l/n, finally at peace.’

You convinced yourself reading those carved words would have your feelings set in stone. She was at peace now, finally free from her suffering. But it wasn’t that simple, how could it be?

The last family you had ever known was gone, ripped from your arms and held so far above you, there was no possible way you could reach her.

You trudged back home with a permanent feeling of dread looming over you, again your heart begged to have the pain lifted, even for a moment, just to feel alright. And there was only one way you could think of.

“This always helped take the edge off her…” You murmur, digging through your mother’s drawer again to find an untouched box of cigarettes sitting at the bottom.

“This will help…” You convince yourself, taking the box and standing again, slowly trudging out the front door and sitting on the front porch.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” You murmur lifting a cigarette to your lips and lighting it like you’d seen your mother do many times before.

Inhaling deeply, you barely flinch as the smooth taste of smoke coats your throat. You exhale as you look up into the sky and sigh, it was going to be a long summer.

It almost became an immediate response for stress to pull a cigarette from your pocket and stick it in your mouth, you didn’t particularly enjoy it, but in a twisted way, the smell reminded you of your mother, and you clutched onto anything that reminded you of her.

When you didn’t have cigarettes you turned to alcohol, your mother hadn’t been much of a drinker, but gifts of different drinks were common when her friends came over were common, and they sat untouched in a cabinet in the basement.

The taste of many of them were bitter, but if you drank enough the taste simply didn’t matter and the buzz took over.

Letters from your friends slowly piled on your window as owls came and went as you threw back fire whiskey and stared into space talking to yourself and shooing away the owls who stared at you strangely before flapping away.

When you weren’t at home you went into the small town nearby and bought anything advertised to take the pain away, no one seemed to pay you any mind, many seemed to be going through it as well, to caught up in their own realities to give a shit about a girl buying sleep medication and painkillers, no matter how strong.

You dove deeper into your pain, taking something every night to lull away the nightmares and ignore the pain. Drinking and smoking in the day to cover the tears and help you forget for a couple hours.

Some days were better than others, when you could just sit outside and enjoy the fresh summer air, but others your anxiety caged you up and you did anything to escape.

One late August afternoon a snowy white owl lands beside you on your front porch as you twiddle your thumbs and hum softly.

It drops the letter directly onto your lap and waits staring up at you expectantly as if asking you to open the envelope and read it to them.

“Alright, I get the message.” You yawn, sitting up and ripping the paper off the top of the letter and pulling a piece of parchment into your hand.

You clear your throat and begin, “dear y/n..

I hope you’re doing well, you haven’t responded to any of my letters yet and I’ve been very worried, Ron and Hermione have told me you haven’t been answering them either and we’re all hoping you’re safe. School’s starting up again and I’m looking forward to seeing you, take care.

Harry Potter.”

The owl looks at you again, and you wondered if it actually thought you were going to respond.

“Sorry pal, I’m not writing anything back. Here, for your troubles.” You nod, placing three knuts in front of the bird. The snowy owl looked down at the money oddly before ruffling his feathers and flying away, leaving you alone once again.

“Harry.” You sigh, sipping on a glass of water. You had completely forgotten you had promised to write to your friends over the summer, almost forgotten your life completely as you tried to focus on keeping yourself alive.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” You sigh, setting down your cup and resting your head against your knees.

Summer blew by much faster once you realized how close the first day back really was, but there you were standing in the empty street hailing a cab to travel back to your station.

You pull your sweater closer to you as your leg shakes furiously and your breathing grows rapidly blowing through every possible bad scenario that crosses your mind. The disappointed faces of your old friends, laughter, teasing, each thought clouds your thoughts. A cold sweat breaks out and you can almost feel yourself slipping when a voice pulls you out.

“Um, miss? We’re here.” The cab driver says, glancing back at you worried.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You clear your throat, handing him his payment and stepping out of the car and grabbing your suitcase.

Taking a deep breath you wipe the sweat from your forehead and walk to the magical platform, bracing yourself as always before stepping through the brick border.

Loud and bustling, you quietly walk towards the Hogwarts Express, but instead of walking to your usual compartment where you knew the golden trio would be sitting you strode all the way down to the back of the train and sat in an empty seat.

Glancing around, you make sure the coast is clear before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, instantly feeling a rush of relief as you take a deep breath in and out.

You watched as the trees disappeared behind the window and the sky shone above, but it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the usual rush of excitement and joy, in fact you almost felt worse the closer you got to Hogwarts. You close the blinds hurriedly and sit back in your seat.

“No I-I’m sure I saw her come this way.” A voice calls out not too far from you.

“Harry, We’ve been down this way three times already!”

Harry.

“Fuck.” You whisper, pulling the hood of your sweater over your head and keeping your eyes trained on the floor.

“Mate we gotta get changed into our uniforms, we’ll see her at the feast.” Ron sighs, probably pulling Harry away as their voices fade away and you’re left alone again.

You curse yourself for hiding. Why were you hiding from the people you loved? What were you so afraid of?

The answer lay plain as day, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

You were afraid of them seeing you like this. Broken down, exhausted, and with a cigarette sticking past your lip.

That did remind you, your uniform.

Covering the compartment windows with your jacket, you quickly swap your hoodie for your collared shirt and a tie. Running a brush through your hair you menatlly prepare yourself to re-enter your life, a life that no longer seemed like yours. Stepping off the Hogwarts express, it felt like you were seeing your past life, a flash of familiarity you no longer knew, a warmth you could recognize that was no longer for you.

You recoil softly at the shiver running down your spine, but push forwards, walking along surrounded by the sea of students.

Reaching where the carriages usually were, you look up expecting the usual strangeness of being pulled by an invisible force, but stumble backwards at the sight of a dark, nightmarish horse standing before you.

It’s eyes seemed to narrow, glaring daggers at you that seemed to pierce your very soul. You quickly climb into a carriage with some random  students and stare out the windows the entire ride.

Their quiet chatter is drowned out by your thoughts, coming up with a way to avoid the golden trio at all cost seemed to be a top priority, followed by the need to down some firewhisky to get your mind off everything.

You kept repeating to yourself everything would be okay, just make it up the stairs, around the pillars, dodge anyone that seemed to be walking in your direction and hurry up to your dormitory. Collapsing into the bed that was now called yours you sigh and bunch the blankets into your fists and breathe properly for the first time since you left your house. Your roommates had yet to show and you were grateful for the alone time. Your hands finally stopped shaking, your sweat finally stopped and your breathing evened. You finally work up the strength to unzip your suitcase and pull the small container of firewhiskey you had brought out of your bag. You unscrew it and take a small sip, allowing the burning liquid to slowly take your edge off and calm you down. You sat for a moment nursing the bottle against your lips, contemplating whether or not it would be smart to go down to the great hall for the feast. You were starving and needed food, but you couldn’t face anyone in this state. Glancing at your faint reflection on the window you swallow at the unfamiliarity of the person staring back at you. Where had the happy girl you once were gone? And who was the stranger you were looking at? Your summer had been restless and difficult, of course. But had it really been enough to shake you to the point you didn’t recognize yourself?

What a stupid question. You almost laugh to yourself, tilting your head back again and drinking a little more. Drinking was supposed to take your mind off your situation, not have you overthink even more.

After a while of sitting and glaring out the window you finally pick yourself up, tuck away your firewhiskey and straighten your uniform. You make your way down towards the great hall, walking slowly down the halls you used to run through. Staring in boredom at the carvings and paintings on the wall you used to admire with awe. Keeping your mouth shut when you used to laugh down these corridors.

Finally reaching the great hall the sorting ceremony was still in full swing, playing as a distraction while you slipped to your table.

You sit and nod hello to the students surrounding you, giving them empty excuses on why you were late, and half-heartedly listening to their stories.

Your only thought at the moment was to eat and keep your head down, become invisible if you must.

Harry glances around the great hall anxiously looking for your face. He had barely touched his food, hardly clapped at the new students being sorted into their houses, barely talked to Hermione and Ron as they watched Harry worriedly.

Harry had only one thought on his mind, find you. See if you were alright, hug you in his arms and tell you he missed you, ask you about your summer and ask you to Hogsmeade like he was too afraid to last year. He had so much planned, all he was missing was you.

Just as Ron opens his mouth to tell Harry to quit for a moment and just eat, he catches sight of familiar h/c hair. Longer than he remembered, but no doubtebly yours. Standing in a hurry Harry runs off leaving Ron and Hermione confused, glancing over to see where the brunette had run off to.

Your head snaps up as you hear footsteps approach you and just in time you see Harry running towards you. His green eyes were alight in joy. His tousled brown hair was shorter and he looked older, more mature. Your heart drops as you frantically try and hide your face. He couldn’t see you like this, what on earth would he think?

“Y/n, there you are I’ve been looking for you!”

Bloody hell, his voice had gotten deeper too. Still holding that boyish grin that you loved so much.

“Y/n? A-Are you okay?”

Go away. You pleaded in your head, refusing to look up into the green eyes you’d fallen for.

Harry refuses to give up and attempts to reach out and take your hand.

His skin makes contact with yours and you flinch away, finally giving in and removing your hands from your face.

“What do you want?” You snap unintentionally, cringing inwardly at what you had just done.

“I-I just wanted to say hi-- are you alright?-” Harry asks furrowing his eyebrows, was that firewhiskey he smelled on your breath?

“I’m fine, could you please leave me alone?” Your voice is softly this time, but still with a cold edge.

Harry’s eyes blink in confusion, as he glances around and open and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. This was not the reunion he was expecting, heck this didn’t seem like you at all. Regardless, he nods and slowly walks away, looking back every now and again to see you holding your head in your hands and eventually standing and leaving in a huff, were those tears he saw streaming down your eyes?

“Did you find her mate?” Ron asks as Harry takes a seat.

“Yeah-yeah. Listen, something's wrong.” Harry states, explaining the confrontation he had with you. Slowly the two other gryffindors expressions fade to concern as well.

“And you’re sure it was firewhiskey?” Hermione questions, pursing her lips.

“I’m afraid so, I-I don’t know what to do.” Harry sighs defeated.

“Give her some time, perhaps she just had a bad day?” Ron suggests.

“Sounds more like a horrible summer.” Hermione sighs, worried for her friend.

“I’m gonna go look for her, I don’t want her alone at a time like now.” Harry nods, not waiting for his friend’s reactions before running off to find you.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You curse yourself, unsure where you were running too. You simply follow your feets as you angrily wipe tears from your eyes and cry in the empty hallways. As you run the image of Harry’s shocked face plays over and over again in your head, taunting you, trying to prove to you what kind of person you had become. Your feet lead you down another corridor and before you know it you’re climbing up a flight of stairs and fighting for breath while digging your fingers into your hands to keep yourself from sobbing to loudly. You had let him down. You had let everyone you love down, you let your mother down, you let yourself down. Maybe if you had spent more time at home your mother would have found a reason to stay, if you just didn’t go to the magic school and stayed with her she’d be alive and there to guide you. You miss her so much everyday. You collapse onto the cool ground of what must have been the astronomy tower you glance down at your hands and realize you’ve been squeezing too tight and hot blood is beginning to flow down your palm. You gag as the sight brings you back to the beginning of the summer. The start of your hell. Instinctively you pull a cigarette from your pocket and bring it to your lips, lighting it and before you know what you’re doing, walking to the edge of the tower.

There wasn’t anything left for you here. Your mother was gone, you had successfully avoided your friends and the person you loved had seen you for who you truly were. You were ready, and you couldn’t think of any place you’d rather go then your favourite place at Hogwarts.

The place you’d spent so many nights gazing at the stars. The place you’d realized you had fallen in love, looking into the green eyes of Harry Potter while watching the planets shine above you and the stars twinkle.

Harry, the person you were so excited to tell your mother about. The boy who made you smile and laugh every day you were with him. You would miss him. Miss his smile, his tousled hair you loved to play with, miss his voice.

As you take one final drag from your cigarette, your feet just over the edge, you look up towards the sky. You see the moon shining, the trees swaying in the distance, nature in all it’s peace, calling to you.

A feeling like your mother’s arms wraps around you, and for a moment you can see her, feel her. “I’m coming mom, we’ll be together soon.”

Taking a step forward you look down at the ground, almost smiling softly before looking back up at the sky, where you’d join your mom and--

“Y/n!” A pair of real arms wrap around you and pull you away from the edge. Squeezing you against their chest and sobbing into your hair.

Why were they crying? Why weren’t you with your mother yet…?

“Y/n what are you doing?”

Harry. You realize, and as he raises his head and you come eye to eye, you see his eyes clouding with hot tears behind his glasses. You lift your hand and wipe them.

“Why are you crying?” You ask, dropping your hand again and realizing you had accidentally smeared blood on his face.

“I-I could have lost you! What were you doing so close to the edge?” Harry asks, pleading for answers as he holds you close against him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You smile as though he had just asked the silliest thing.

“There’s nothing left here for me. My mother’s gone, she killed herself when I got home for summer. My dad left us when I was just a baby. I’ve managed to get Ron and Hermione to stop worrying and you’ll never like me back.” You sigh, looking down at your hands and reaching into your pocket again.

“What? Y/n, I-I’m so sorry.” Harry murmurs, placing his forehead against yours as you raise a cigarette to your lips.

“S’ alright.”

Harry’s eyes widen and he slaps the cigarette from your lips.

“You’re drinking and smoking?” He shouts.

“I’ve got painkillers and sleep medication too, anything that’ll get my mind off things.” You shrug, struggling in Harry’s arms as you try and escape.

“Y/n, these things are going to kill you!”

“Good! Maybe I want to die Harry! Maybe I can’t take being alone anymore, and maybe I know these things will kill me so I use them. I want to see her again Harry! I want to not be alone, I want to erase everything I saw, I want to be me again.” You cry, lifting your hands to your face and using your bloody hands to wipe your tears away.

“But I can’t! I still go back to smoking, drinking, using pills to take the pain away and I still. Can’t. Forget!” You continue, bawling into Harry’s shoulder as he holds you.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” You shriek, trying again to escape Harry’s grip, but he refuses to let go.

“Darling look at me.”

You don’t stop.

“Please Y/n, just look at me.” Hary pleads again.

When you don’t stop this time, he finally gives in and leans towards you. Ignoring the blood, tears and taste of smoke, to  press his lips to yours.

You freeze and Harry keeps himself there. Waiting for your breathing to even out and your heartbeat to stop racing.

Your eyes close and you pause as Harry finally pulls away and takes your face into his hands.

“Y/n, you mother wouldn’t have wanted her daughter to go like this. She would’ve wanted you to be happy and live the life she never had. Darling, from the way you’d always talk about her I know she loves you very much, she doesn’t want you to die.” Harry murmurs pressing a kiss to your eyes and nose.

“Ron and Hermione were worried about you y/n, they just respect your privacy and didn’t want to intrude.” He continues drying you tears with his thumb and peppering kisses down your cheeks.

“They love and care for you so much love. They don’t want you to die.”

Harry pauses for a moment and lifts your lips to his, this time deepening the kiss and moving your lips in sync with his.

“And I… I’m in love with you y/n. I wish I’d had the guts to tell you sooner but I was always too nervous.”

“But look at me now Harry. I’m a mess. I-I’m not the same person.” You murmur, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

“Y/n nothing could ever change the fact I love you. You lost your mother, you can’t expect yourself to just be alright.” Harry sighs.

“I still get nightmares about my parents, I see them collapse and have the life drained from them in mere moments.”

“Y/n after everything, you’re my light. You’re what keeps me motivated everyday to keep going. And I’m not going to let my light die if I could have stopped it.”

You pause and choke back a sob as you glance up into Harry’s eyes and once again melt into the soft green.

“I’m here for you darling, always and forever, whenever you need me, whatever you need, we’ll support each other.” Harry smiles.

This time you engage the kiss, grateful as you relish in the pure moment of happiness.

“Thank you Harry.” You smile weakly.

“Now why don’t you tell me about your mom?” Harry suggests, sitting you down and pulling his wand out of his pocket.

As you ramble on about childhood stories, funny jokes and happy memories Harry smiles and listens, healing your hands and holding them in his.

You spend the rest of the evening laying against his shoulder and gazing up at the stars. Harry places kisses against your head, cheeks and nose every now and again, and even though you knew there was still a long road to walk before you could truly say you felt change, you smiled a little and realized.

Nature wasn’t calling you join it, it was reminding you of the beauty you would be missing. The stars weren’t inviting you up, they were shining to show all the wonders you loved.

And your mother wasn’t embracing you from afar to push you forwards, she was edging you back. Back into Harry’s arms.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter angst #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #angst

[vina-writes]

The Pink Paradox

Written for the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt: Metamorphosis!

Rating: T

Length: 1.6k

Summary: Draco Malfoy has pink hair.

Notes: Thank you so much @fw00shy​​ for betaing!! Also just hire me for all your graphic design needs because hot damn I am proud of myself

(i)

Draco Malfoy has pink hair.

That’s not entirely correct when one gets down to the facts. Draco Malfoy has blond hair— a light, airy blond, the color of sunlight on snow. Harry Potter knows this because he’s spent many an adolescent winter watching Malfoy walk the grounds of a frozen Hogwarts and noticing it. The fact that he’s observed Malfoy that carefully is neither here nor there, although Ron would say it’s there (there being the Janus Thickey Ward). Harry’s Malfoy-stalking tendencies occupy their own corner of his mind however, and certainly don’t apply to the here and now.

Because here and now Malfoy has pink hair, and that’s not something unique to Harry’s observations. There’s not a witch or wizard alive who wouldn’t notice that head of bubblegum bobbing between the Auror cubicles.

It’s far too early for a Monday morning (nearing noon), and while their coworkers have been diligently ridding the Wizarding World of crime, Harry and Ron are tossing Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans into each other's mouths and gossiping over Lavender Brown’s pregnancy cravings. They were, that is, until Harry caught sight of Malfoy's pink hair.

“Kneazle got your tongue?” Ron asks after Harry fails to finish his sentence for the fifth time. Ron can make fun of him if he wants— his chair is facing away from Malfoy and that rosy fringe. The fact that Harry has never passed up a chance to watch Draco in all their years of training and employment (with or without pink hair) is irrelevant. The pink is distracting, and it’s more so on Malfoy.

“Malfoy,” Harry repeats to himself quietly, just to feel the familiar shape in his mouth. It’s lacking the venom and suspicion it should have on principle.

Ron turns unpleasantly green at that. “Malfoy’s got your tongue?” he asks.

“What?” Harry finally looks away from Malfoy. “No. Ew. Of course not.” He says it far too blandly, like a child denying their love of sweets, and Ron gives him a Look. Harry tries (unsuccessfully) to change the subject. “What’s he doing with the— why did he— what’s… erm.”

Ron regards him like he’s lost his mind. He seems to think Harry is confused about Malfoy’s business in the DMLE, when he’s usually with Hermione down in Mysteries. While that is out of the ordinary, it’s not nearly as pressing of an issue as Malfoy's pink hair.

“He’s consulting,” Ron explains slowly, “for the Finley case?” Then, when Harry only stares back blankly— “Harry. Can you even read?”

“Occasionally.”

“Tacky romance novels don't count.”

“Oh. Then, no, not really.”

“It was in our missive just last week. They’ve pulled in the Unspeakables. I was hoping they’d send ‘Mione, since she and the Ferret work together, but no such luck.”

“Oh.” Harry turns back to watch Malfoy shake Robards’ hand. Robards' grip is strong, and his thick fingers nearly engulf Malfoy’s delicate wrist. Harry doesn’t like that.

“Are you worried he’s going to cause trouble?” Ron asks. His voice sounds different, and when Harry glances at him again he’s got both feet slung over the armrest of his chair. Robards will skin him alive if he sees.

“No!” Harry says too quickly. He coughs. “Just wondering about the— er, how long has he had…?”

Ron doesn’t seem inclined to help him out.

“For fuck’s sake, Ron, when did he go and do—” Harry waves his hands frantically “—that?”

“Do you mean the hair, mate?”

“Yes, the bloody hair!” Harry’s had his fair share of existential crises in his life. He’s well acquainted with the feeling, and this one is going near the top of the list.

Ron, the bastard, shrugs. Shrugs! Like a pink-haired Malfoy is not only a normal occurrence, but is even expected.

“I didn’t notice it at first, to be honest,” he says, and Harry throws him a look of such vicious resentment that the potted Dragon Snap in the corner stops smoking and curls its leaves over its head. Ron just gives him a shit-eating grin in return.

Discouraged by his apparently un-threatening aura, Harry glances away in time to see Malfoy get a hearty pat on the shoulder (he doesn’t like that, either) and turn towards— towards them.

“Er, Ron?” Harry asks. “Who was assigned to the Finley case?” He knows the answer before he gets it, but still can’t look away from the cutting figure Malfoy makes as he saunters towards them in swirling black robes.

“That would be us,” Ron says cheerfully. “Buckle up and tuck in, mate. Your hard-on is showing.”

Harry is not hard, not even a little, but his panicked struggle to tug the mercilessly short Auror robes over his lap leaves him wrinkled and guilty-looking when Malfoy reaches them.

“Gentlemen,” Malfoy says cooly, and Harry thinks his cheeks must be the color of Malfoy’s hair.

“Harry’s hot for your hair,” Ron says. Harry chokes. “He’s also not read the case file, so I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t come looking for me, I’ll be taking an extended lunch. Looking forward to working with you.”

He throws them both a saucy wink and leaves with all the smugness of a man who’s done his yearly good deed. Harry’s going to murder him before the day is done.

Silence descends over their cubicle. Malfoy eyes Ron’s chair, but wisely chooses to remain standing. Harry notices belatedly that his robes are trimmed in silver, the same shade at his eyes.

“Potter.”

“Malfoy,” Harry acknowledges with a polite nod. The stillness around them is most certainly plummeting towards awkward.

“I heard you like my—”

“Have you read the—”

They both speak at the same time. Malfoy blinks, startled. When he doesn’t finish his sentence, Harry tries again.

“Have you not been debriefed on—”

“I noticed you changed your—”

They wisely decide to shut up. There’s a used staple on the corner of Harry’s desk, and he reaches over to fiddle with it just for something to do.

“Staples,” Malfoy says out of the blue. He looks like he regrets his volume, and it occurs to Harry that he probably feels just as uncomfortable. This is the first time they’ve spoken beyond polite greetings in four years, and neither is sure what to expect. It makes Harry feel better, somehow, to know that he’s not the only one feeling utterly wrongfooted.

“Yes,” Harry says. “Staples?”

Malfoy swallows. His neck is a long expanse of smooth skin, and Harry vaguely wonders what it tastes like. “We might make use of them on the case. Staples, I mean. Have you any more?”

Harry frowns, his discomfort dissipating. “Yeah, in the supply closet. But we just use Sticking Charms— don’t you?”

“Yes,” Malfoy says quickly. “We do. But we could try staples from the supply closet.”

It’s Harry’s turn to deploy the Look. Malfoy frowns at him like he doesn't get it, but Harry’s not really in the mood for deduction.

“So,” Harry says instead, “Auror work. Are you looking forward to it?”

There’s a shift in Malfoy’s stance, and his grey eyes skim over the lines of Harry’s body. “Parts of it,” he says. His tone is a little off. Husky.

“Sore throat?” Harry asks in what he hopes is a sympathetic manner.

“Sometimes,” Malfoy says cryptically. Harry’s not having the greatest time puzzling out his strange behavior and responses— they leave him floundering for something else to say.

“Are you going to tell me what’s in that fancy file or do I have to read it?” Harry finally asks, jerking his chin towards the papers tucked under Malfoy’s arm. He sincerely hopes Malfoy will volunteer to summarize for him. It’s because Harry’s glasses are giving him a headache and not at all because he likes the sound of Malfoy’s voice.

Malfoy’s cheeks flush a little. Harry wonders if he’s coming down with something, even as he struggles not to think of the color as attractive. “Protocol dictates that you read case information yourself,” Malfoy says, “but I suppose I wouldn’t mind speeding things along so we can get started. Maybe… over coffee? Or lunch?”

Harry tries not to let his dismay show on his face. “We have to work through lunch?” he asks. It sounds pathetic even to his own ears.

“Oh my fucking Merlin, he’s asking you out!” Cho shouts over the cubicle wall. Harry and Malfoy both jump.

“No, he’s not!” Harry shouts back, cheeks flaming.

“Yes, I am,” Malfoy says. Harry drops the used staple.

“You are?”

“Am I?”

“I don’t bloody know!”

“Well,” Malfoy starts, but seems to realize he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. “Well— you like my hair.”

“And that’s enough reason to ask me out for coffee?”

Harry really has no idea why he’s arguing. This is Malfoy— pink-haired, blushing Malfoy— handing himself over on a silver-trimmed platter, and he mentally slaps himself for putting up any sort of resistance.

“I like your hair,” Malfoy admits. He seems to regret saying it, and tries to make up for his embarrassment by adopting a suave position leaning against Harry’s desk. He misses and stumbles slightly before righting himself.  

“Don’t worry, Malfoy,” Cho calls again. “He’s been wetting himself over you for years, he’s bound to say yes.”

“Well, he’s not saying it,” Malfoy mutters.

“Yes I am.”

“You— you are?”

“Am I?”

Malfoy stops and stares at him. Opens his mouth, frowns a little. There’s a wonderful feeling in Harry’s chest.

“I’m just fucking with you,” Harry says over a smile. “Let’s go.”

Malfoy orders a strawberry milkshake at lunch. Harry doesn’t get dessert, but he still feels very… pink.

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#drarry #prompt #drarrymicrofic #it was for the prompt so ill tag it as micro lol #vina writes

[zodiyack]

Cheering Up His S/O (Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy HCs)

Requested by @small-bean-ball​: Yay! ☺️ could you do a Harry Potter/ or Draco fluff thing were your dating them you don’t feel good enough and your really down and depressed and he cheers you up? 🥺

Pairing(s): Harry Potter x reader, Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Fluff, talks of depression + angst(?)

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @simonsbluee​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​

Masterlist | Harry Potter Masterlist

Harry Potter

Harry is horrible at reading emotion but boi is empathetic, he has a heart, once he realizes how you feel, he’s consumed with emotions

Harry honestly would go to either Hermione or Luna for advice. If he went to Luna, there’s a 50/50 chance he’d still go to Mione.

As brutally honest as Hermione can be, this is a time where it’s most needed

Now that I think about it, there are three other people he’d go to for advice; Mcgonagall, Hagrid, or Dumbledore

all wise choices, really

Harry practically trips over his own feet once he realizes the best solution

he needs it to be fresh in his mind maybe?

As expected, Harry’s quite nervous but he really does mean his best

The invisibility cloaks comes on

Foot prints to Hogsmeade are revealed

Boom

Harry Potter just showed up in your dorm

You softly explain to him that he didn’t have to buy you presents

All you really wanted was to know if you were good enough for him, if he truly loved you

Boy was that question answered both when he ditched class to go buy stuff and when he threw everything behind him to tackle you in a hug

“So all I had to do was follow Luna, Mcgonagall and Mione’s advice?”

“What was their advice?”

“Spend time with you. They said that’s the best gift I could give you,” Harry shrugs and looks at the clutter of items he’d bought, “that physical gifts don’t matter as much.”

You quirk a brow but shrug it off

You love your chosen dummy

I TRIED TO MAKE A CHOSEN ONE JOKE M’SORRY

I dunno, sorry it’s short, but this is the best I could come up with

Draco Malfoy

Draco is the one to feel insecure most of the time, so when he finds out that you’re the one down in the dumps, he’s all over the place

There are the 5 stages of Grief;

1. Emo Draco™, wherein he pushes you away because he thinks he’s the problem

2. Gossip Draco who makes it his mission to find out what’s up without directly asking you,

3. Stubborn Draco where he denies the things the girls of Slytherin have suggested it to be

“Why would Y/n feel that way? They never feel that way. I wouldn’t let them feel that way because I love them with all my heart.”

Okay so that was a little ooc but you get the point, it’s somethin similar

4. Shy Draco: he gives in...somewhat? He tries to ask you personally what’s up or why you feel a specific way, but he’s still a little iffy.

and my favorite-

5. Clingy Draco.

Draco’s way of cheering you up is either skipping classes and cuddling in the dorm rooms or PDA.

That and attempting to make you feel better by telling you his insecurities about what you may think of him but you tell him to shut up and end up doing so yourself with your lips.

He won’t just “hold your hand.”

There will be, LE ARM AROUND WAIST OR SHOULDERS

Basically, he just will be touching you at all times to flaunt your guys’ relationship in a way of saying that he’s not ashamed.

Draco is just horrible at feelings and is trying his best, give the bleach boy a break man

Eventually though, he will become the “proper boyfriend” and force you to have a stress free day.

Stress Free Day includes; all meals in bed, only ever leaving the bed if you want to or if you have to use the loo, as well as Draco cuddling you despite not actually being allowed in the girls’ dorms.

“Where’d you get this idea?”

“Why do you ask-”

“Because, I find it rather hard to believe that the Draco Malfoy would come up with this himself.”

“...Granger.”

Draco will act all grumpy, but he’s happy you spent a fair amount of time laughing your ass off about the fact that he took advice from Hermione.

(yes, she’s a strickler for rules, but he added the “spend the day in girl’s dorms” part himself.)

#I’m not too good at cheering people up other than being goofy #all readers #you can probably tell #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader #daniel radcliffe x reader #tom felton x reader #draco malfoy hcs #harry potter hcs #harry potter reader insert #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy imagine #zodiyack #imagine draco malfoy #requested #harry potter #small-bean-ball

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Ruin our friendship

It might have started in 4th year or maybe it was during the time harry was on the run or during the war or during the lunch breaks at the auror office or during the hangouts when harry used to defend him or it may have started during the stay over harry used to insist upon. It may have started along the line but draco like every human inevitably developed feelings for harry and as much as he wanted to call out himself for such stupidity he immensely enjoyed the feelings.

The only problem was that harry was a huge flirt, hell that boy even flirted with Ron. It became a problem sooner when harry used to flirt with draco and he couldn't control his blush as much as he wanted to and to make it worse harry teased draco for blushing.

Harry was the host of the group and every gathering whenever happened occured at Harry's place. This happened so after they all had returned from a ministry party and decided to land by at Harry's place for a while.

" mione save me " Ron cried and threw himself onto Hermione who was enjoying the conversation with pansy and draco about some muggle work they had read recently. Apparently harry had been flirtatious again.

" it's fun" harry laughed when asked about why he did it so much.

" it might backfire you one of these days" draco told harry as he walked into the living room with snacks and sat down next to him.

" and why would that be?" Harry asked with an amused expression.

" either you might just end up alone or you might end up hurting someone's feeling " draco told him with an obvious face.

" I will not end up alone draco, I have you" harry winked at Draco and despite the alcohol running in his system he somehow succeeded at not blushing and instead he rolled his eyes. After a few month's of training himself draco had somehow became successful at not blushing, only merely though.

"in your dreams harry potter, I wouldn't ever date you " draco replied taking a chip from the bowl

" I'd end up with him though, only if I weren't gay" Ginny replied who was cuddling with Luna on the bean bag.

" you've already dated him Ginny, you don't count" Blaise groaned .

" seriously? You won't date me even if I were the last men on earth ?" Harry asked curiously

" I'd rather date a jellyfish" draco sarcastically replied

" your loss honey " harry chuckled and sprawled his legs over draco's, his feets incredibly close to .. well you know. A shiver ran down draco's spine which didn't go unnoticed by harry, he only smirked. Draco decided to ignore Harry's expression.

" honestly I would date harry, what's not to like, he's got a gorgeous body, amazing in bed, sexy , brooding, he's even kind and he's the fucking saviour of the wizarding world" Blaise replied as If it was too obvious

" and that is why I love Blaise "Harry threw a playful wink at Blaise who reciprocated.

" you both prats only love flirting" Hermione rolled her eyes, who was now sitting in Ron's laps

" harry but really, one of these days you'll actually have to end up with somebody you know" Hermione said

" my dear mione, I love your concern but I will end up with someone and I give you a 100% guarantee that I will. I just have to know if he likes me the same way. Until then flirting is my rescue" harry replied truthfully.

Draco was busy imagining what a relationship with harry would look like when he was shook by his shoulder by harry " what ?"

" we asked why haven't you started Dating anyone, the last one was, well who was your last one but now that I think you might actually be thinking of that someone " Ron teased to which in response draco flipped his finger.

" I haven't dated anyone since Astoria, I'm glad she's happily engaged by the way but I didn't thoroughly enjoyed dating her so it kinda ruined my dating perception. I have a few dates every now and then, few ended up with one night stands but that's about it " draco replied

" but isn't there anyone you like ?" Harry asked smirking. Draco wanted to throw a pillow at harry, who was he to ask when he didn't tell who he liked.

" I- uh - it's complicated" draco sighed .

" come on tell us, we love complicated " harry sat now more closer to harry, to the point that if he moved any closer then he'd be sitting in draco's laps.

" it doesn't matter , harry " draco sternly replied.

" oh come on, spill the beans" Blaise threw a pillow at Draco resulting in draco throwing one back at Blaise only for him to catch it.

" come on " harry egged him on completely oblivious of the effect he was creating on draco.

" you didn't ask harry that much , why me ?" Draco whined

" because love you're special" pansy joked

" it Doesn't matter really, that asshole doesn't like me " draco replied subtly looking at harry

" well he sure is an asshole then" pansy replied who along with Hermione gave him sympathetic looks.

" I'm going to ignore how Blaise know Harry's good in bed" Ron mumbled and the room broke into laughter.

It was after 11 when everyone decided to depart to their own houses.

" draco mind staying a bit, I have a case work related thing I wanted to discuss " harry said just before Draco was getting up to leave. Despite the sudden absurdity of the request draco stayed till everyone left.

They both sat down at the kitchen counter to discuss the case. Apparently the case included the poisoning of the victim which left certain Ill effects like sudden transformations only lasting for 15 minutes and strong love interests in a weirdly animal way.

" from what I'm getting it might be something in between of amrotentia and polyjuice potion only going incredibly wrong. Although the transformation from polyjuice potion requires a strand of someone's hair but the diagnostics says otherwise " draco read the case carefully

" the diagnostics are still a bit unsure " harry replied looking at Draco intently reading the other side effects of the some sort of poision

" whoever made that potion wasn't intending on killing anyone, actually it doesn't even seem like a poisioning case but it's uncertain. I think I might be able to run a better diagnostic of the potion if I could look more closely at the components of the victims blood And - I - what ?" Draco finally looked up at harry who now was sitting incredibly close to draco and staring at him.

" harry " draco whispered but harry had pushed the files away.

" I think you'll mess up the order -" draco was cut off by harry

" screw this, tell me about the guy you like" harry was intently looking at Draco's face or more so lips.

" I- don't think it's a good idea, it doesn't matter " draco replied stuttering

" I don't care , tell me about him " harry replied still looking at Draco's lips. If Draco didn't know better the top of his ear were definitely pink and he was finding it incredibly hard to keep himself from blushing.

" tell me what's he like " harry pestered again

" we- well he's good looking, he's got a great body , he's got a great personality too. He's great with my friends and above all he accepts me for me, he's kind hearted, he plays it off as if he's too cool for everyone but he's a softie and I know it. He's got the most gorgeous eyes and his hair, as bad as it may look like I always think off running my hands through his hair. Everytime I look at him I just want to kiss him but -" Draco rambled on looking at harry, his eyes travelling from eyes to his lips until harry cut him off

" then kiss him, just kiss him"

" but he doesn't feel the same way" draco replied looking at Harry licking his lips

" you'll never know until you ask draco " harry bit his lip .

" what if I ruin everything ?" Draco asked breathing shallow from the intense proximity of Harry's face

" fuck ruining everything. It's already ruined draco " Harry's voice came out more as a rasp

" but what if-"

" shut up and kiss me draco" and draco did . He did and he did it over and over again and he pulled Harry's hair and he tugged him closer and he bit his lip too and he fucking enjoyed it.

Harry kissed draco too, pushing draco against the counter not leaving even a little space between their bodies. He kissed him breathlessly, moaning into the kiss and deepening it with every second, fighting for Dominance in each other's mouth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of draco's lips over his.

" are you serious harry ?" Draco asked breathlessly as they separated for air

" fuck I've waited for this for so long . I've never been more serious. Are you ?" Harry asked not moving his hand from draco's waist.

" me too " and they kissed again and they kissed over and over again.

It was 3 months later when Hermione found about harry and draco's secret relationship when she walked in on harry and draco making out in Harry's office while she had just came in to discuss some official work and left the office with excitement. The news spread in the group like a fire and it wasn't late before during one of the gathering at Harry's place the news turned into a source of entertainment.

" this guy is the biggest hypocrite ever" Ron laughed

" what were his sentences again -"

" the guy's an asshole "

" and it doesn't matter "

" it's complicated "

" oh and how he wouldn't date harry even if he were the last guy on the planet "

" he'd rather date a jellyfish"

" look who's in the trap "

They all roared into laughter while draco buried his face in harry's neck, hiding his face which now was scarlet red from blushing from embarrassment while harry was laughing.

" you're supposed to support me, you're in this too you know " draco mumbled in Harry's neck.

" it's not my fault babe but these were your words " harry chuckled. Draco groaned but thoroughly enjoyed this.

Draco decided that he could easily enjoy this, he could easily get used to the teasing as long as it was harry who held his hands and kissed him every now and often in reassurance. He thought yeah, maybe he could enjoy this for the rest of his life, he easily could.

Day 2 - running fingers through hair

Day 4- the missing piece

Requests are open

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[jadedxrealityw]

-Courage- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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   Request:  hello there 😃 can i request a draco x gryffindor! reader where draco is kind of secretly in love with her and he finally takes the courage to ask her out on a hogsmeade date?? just draco being super cute and a gentleman and maybe he gives her his coat because it's cold??? just something super cute (the kind of rotting teeth lol). an e ways, i love your work and i hope you are doing well ❤❤

   Kody- yeah fluff! 

   Warning: A little bit of cursing, nervous Draco and the fluff overload.

   House: Gryffindor

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   the Slytherin boy hushed his fellow housemates as he spots your H/C hair as you turn into the hallway him and his friends were standing in. His eyes study each step you take as you walk. You were casually chatting with Hermione Granger, a conversation that he couldn’t hear.

    as you past by him, you turn your head to face the Slytherin boy. He feels his body freeze as his grey eyes meet your E/C ones. You smile at him and wave politely. His body couldn’t function properly as he saw your beautiful smile. The tall Slytherin Blaise looks at his lovestruck friend and lifts Draco’s arm.

   he moves the pale boys arm side to side, to simulate a wave. You giggle and feel Hermione nudge your shoulder, she gave you a knowing look and you rolled your eyes before the both of you left the hallway. Blaise let go of his arm and sighed “You are pathetic”

   Draco groans in annoyance and crosses his arms “Shove off. I’ve never done the emotions thing okay? It’s-” “Different” Blaise finishes. The young Malfoy nods slowly. It was strange really. A gryffindor girl had stolen the heart of the cold boy who people feared because of his wealth and status.

   but you weren’t intimidated by him in the slightest, you treated him like every other person and chatted with him whenever he was around. When no one was around, you knew him as the soft Draco who talked about how much he liked Alchemy and Quidditch. 

   while others knew him as the bully who picked on anyone who got in his way. God forbid he was in a bad mood and someone accidently bumped into him. It wasn’t a pretty sight to say the least. He tried his hardest to be good around you, the way he would switch up attitudes when you walked by was comical.

   even when your fellow Gryffindors told you about Draco’s bully, you would always say “Well we don’t know what happens in his home life, it could just be the way he was raised or how he deals with his emotions. We have no room to judge”

   it was inevitable the way he fell for you.

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   “Okay, now remember what we practiced” Blaise spoke as he patted the pale boys back. Draco was sweating bullets as his hands gripped the white roses in his hand. “How in the hell did you convince me to do this?” Draco sputters out as he runs a hand through his platinum blond locks. 

   Blaise shrugged “Simple actually, i called you a pussy” Draco narrowed his eyes “Right” he grumbles and feels Blaise nudge his shoulder. He points to a group of two Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw. You, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood. 

   as soon as Draco saw you, his little to no confidence drained from his body completely “I can’t do it” he goes to turn around, but Blaise grabs his by the hood of his robe “Not going to happen. Now man up and go ask her out. Who are you? I thought you were Draco Malfoy? Not some wuss”

   Draco rolled his eyes “i am not a wuss” he snaps. “Oh really? Then go ask her out” Blaise grins and gestures to your little group. Draco takes a deep breath and shakes his hands a bit ‘Don’t screw this up’ he thought and began to make his way over to you.

   when he was a couple feet away, you looked up from Luna’s book and see your other platinum blond friend and feel your heart skip a couple beats. “Hey Draco” you say with a polite smile. You could tell he was anxious by his demeanour, you just didn’t know why he was. ‘was he holding something behind him

   he smiles nervously and points in the direction behind you. “Can i talk to you in private?” he asked. You didn’t mull over your answer much and nodded, breaking away from your group of friends. The Slytherin boy leads you to the other end of the courtyard.

   when he stops, he turns and face you, holding a single white rose. Your eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion “Um- So the Hogsmeade trip is this saturday and i- well. I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me?” he sputters out. It was quite amusing to see how much he spiraled.

   your lips turn up in a amused grin “Are you asking me out, Draco Malfoy?” he seems to study for your face for any signs of disgust or resentment before answering “Yes. Yes i am” he says a bit more confidently. Your heart rate picks up a bit and you nod slowly “I’d love to” you spoke.

   his grey eyes lit up a bit at the world love and he coughed a bit, trying to keep up that confidence. “I’ll see you Saturday, in front of The Three Broomsticks” he speaks, his signature smirk gracing his pale features. You nod once and take a step forward, closer to him.

   he seemed a bit shocked and his body tensed up again. Holding in your laughter, you grab the rose from his hands and smell it, the sweet fragrance filling your nose. A calm feeling spread through you and you look up at him, giving him a smile. “Thank you, Draco” 

   you lean up and plant a quick kiss on his cheek. You could very easily see the dark blush against his pale skin and pull away “Goodbye” you spoke and turn away, holding the rose between your thumb and index finger, leaving Draco stunned in your wake. He let out a deep sigh and crouched down

   “Merlin i am pathetic” he mumbles.

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   “I can not believe your going on a date with Draco Malfoy. I can’t believe he asked out a Gryffindor half-blood as well.” Hermione exclaimed from beside you. You laugh as you continue walking along the path of Hogsmeade adjusting your outfit hear and there. “You’ve said that three time now since we left the train ‘Mione. Now i have to get going”

   you point to The Three Broomsticks and give her a polite smile before walking into the establishment. You gaze around until your eyes land on the familiar Slytherin sitting down at a table. You walk over, saying excuse me to people who were in your way. When you got to the table, you sat down abruptly.

   Draco looks up at you and gives you a nervous smile “Hey” he breathes out. Immediately regretting his choice of introduction. “Hi” you reply back with a small chuckle. “Um i ordered two butterbeers for us, they should be here any minute” he says and you nod slowly.

   ‘This is so awkward’ you both thought.

   soon enough, like Draco said the butterbeers came and the waiter place both glasses on the table. You both reach for the same glass, your fingertips graze against each other and Draco pulls back instantly and goes for the other glass. You chuckle lightly and pick up the butterbeer, bringing it up to your mouth.

   he does the same and takes a sip before placing it back down at the table “You are so tense” you say, making his grey eyes widened to the size of saucers. “I am aren’t i?” he says, a nervous smile playing at his lips. You nod “You are never this nervous when we talk before. Is it because it’s a date?”

   he didn’t like how well you read him, but at the same time he loved it. He was conflicted at the moment actually. “Yeah” he spoke. You smile kindly “Then don’t think of it as a date and think of it as us casually hanging out like we always do." Draco smiles and nods his head “Okay”

   “Now if you see me with hair dye on Monday, you didn’t. Me and the twins are turning Snape’s hair pink” You grin and watch as the boys face turns into one of astonishment “Your such a troublemaker” he laughs and you raise a brow “Would you expect any less?”

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   with your advice. Draco became less tense around you, just enjoying your presence. After ‘The Three Broomsticks’ you both went to a couple other places. Now it was late in the evening and the both of you missed the train back to school and were walking along the path.

   “I can’t believe we missed the train” you laugh before taking another lick of your sugar quill. He laughs along with you, popping another flavor bean into his mouth. “Good thing were almost there” he spoke and you nodded. The wind started to pick up and a harsh breeze blew against you.

   goosebumps dotted all over the exposed skin on your arms and a bit of your stomach. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to sheild yourself from the wind. Draco turns his head and looks at you, noticing your shivering body.

   without hesitation he starts to take off his black jacket. He goes over and drapes it over your shoulders. You look at him and go to take it off “I don’t want you to be cold-” “-nonsense. I have a sweater on anyway.” he shrugs, gesturing to his emerald green Quidditch sweater.

   you smile lightly and put your arms through the sleeves and zip it up. It was definitely too big for you, but was indeed warm. Draco looked at you and felt his heart race. In his eyes you looked absolutely adorable in his jacket and his heart melted at the sight.

   you catch his gaze and tilt you head “Is there something on my face?” you ask and he shakes his head rapidly “No. Of course not, you just look good in my jacket” he says, regretting his words a bit. A cheeky grin decorated your face ‘did he just compliment me?’ “Thanks” you nod and both go back to walking.

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   you both had just walked into Hogwarts and were walking down the halls. Your hands were at your side as you made your way through the halls and during your stroll you felt a hand graze yours. Draco wanted to hold your hand, but was too much of a wuss to ask. 

   after doing that a couple more times with no response, he went to pull his hand away and was shocked to feel your fingers interlocking with his. A stupid grin was plastered on his face as you both now walked hand in hand. Soon enough you made it to the Gryffindor common room.

   “Well thank you for the lovely day Draco. I had a lot of fun” you spoke and he nods in reply “I did too” he says and feels you let go off his hand and open your arms out for a hug. Draco wraps his arms around your waist and embraces you. The smell of green apples fills your nose as you dig your head into his neck.

   his scent calms you in a way and you smile. He smiles as well, trying to ignore his increasing heart rate. After a minute or two, you pull away slightly and observe as Draco’s grey eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes. You could tell that he wanted to kiss you. Hell, you wanted to kiss him.

   you could see the conflict flicker in his eyes. Weighing his options you presume. You felt his grip on your waist loosen “Draco Malfoy, if you don’t kiss me right now” you narrow your eyes a bit. Draco sighs in relief and smashes his lips onto yours.

   you respond by kissing him back and smile into the kiss. He does as well, using one hand to cup to your face while the other traveled to the small of your back to pull you flush against his chest. A kiss did get a little sloppy towards the end, but you both couldn’t control yourselfs. 

   something called oxygen interrupted your kiss and you both pulled away. Heavy breathing was heard between the both of you. “I- wow” Draco breathed out, a laugh following. “yeah wow” You repeat and the both of you let go of each other. “I’m really glad you said yes to the date”

   “Me too. Considering your hopelessly in love with me right?” you say, quoting a conversation you heard earlier in the day. His eyes widened before he looks down in shame “Oh merlin, you heard that” he sighs and you chuckle. “Good thing i’m also in love with you too right?”

   he looked up quickly when he heard that, hope filling his eyes again “yeah. It’s great actually” he spoke a little loudly and you laugh, hushing him “Sorry” he mutters with a sheepish smile and you give him a reassuring smile. “Well it’s late. I’ll see you tomorrow right?” 

   he nods and you turn to whisper the password to the fat lady “You still have my jacket” you heard him say as the portrait opens. You take a step in and turn around giving him a cheeky smile “Oh i’ll give it back. On our second date of course.”

   before he could say anything the portrait closed and he smiled “I’m going to marry her”

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   Kody- This is hella fluff. Just a shit ton of fluff dude. Anyways, peace.

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[jamilelucato]

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into [F. W.]

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader (platonic); Fred Weasley x Reader.

Summary: Based on the song A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into from the musical Be More Chill; Y/N has conflicted feelings towards Draco, but talking to Fred might make she realize that she might be into someone else.

A/N: second post from the Musical Hogwarts list!! This is so cute, but there are no kisses here if that’s what you looking for. Also, if you want to really feel the song, I recommend reading first and then rereading it with the song.

Words: 1.700+

Musical Hogwarts || Hogwarts Masterlist

Fred and George walked in the Great Hall with a confident smile. They had just pranked Ron, and they couldn’t be happier with the results.

They found a place to sit next to y/N, a girl from Gryffindor that was the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. She was generally quite shy, but she used to have quirky remarks that made everybody laugh.

Today, however, she was looking rather upset.

Fred sat at her right and stared at her before paying attention to the food. He was hungry, but he was more worried about her than about lunch.

“What’s wrong, y/N?”

She looked up, noticing the twins sitting next to her. She tried to grin, but it seemed wrong. She turned back to her plate.

“Nothing.” It was nice having them caring about her, but they weren’t that close; she didn’t think it was prudent to tell them a secret about herself that she wasn’t even sure it was true.

Nevertheless, something kept on pushing her to talk.

“Come on, y/N, why the disturbed face?” Fred pushed. His big brown eyes made her more susceptible to spill her beans.

“Say there’s this person you pass in the hall every day,” she finally gave in, sighing before dropping her cutlery. “You’ve known him since... the first year.”

Fred raised a brow at her. He wasn’t so sure where that conversation was going. He looked at his twin, but George was too distracted with his food.

“You’re used to thinking about him in a certain way from the persona that he displayed,” she kept saying as if every detail was important. She felt that if he knew who she meant, things would be easier to understand; however, she was not confident enough to say his name.

“Okay...” Fred kept facing her, but his hands reached for the food in front of him. Not that he wasn’t curious, it was just ’cause he was hungrier than before.

“Then something changes,” she wrinkled her nose, uncertain how to proceed. “And he changes from a guy that you’d never be into to a guy that you’d kinda be into...”

Fred froze, the fork two inches from his mouth. Was her concern love? Y/N was in love?

He had not much to an opinion about it. It was obviously gonna happen someday, he just didn’t think y/N would confide in him.

“Is he worth it?” she asked, staring at his eyes with a sad look. “Fred? Is he?” she called Fred’s attention — but he seemed much more interested in his fork. She then breathed and looked away.

Fred turned to his twin, desperately wanting help. He had no idea what to do or what to say.

“Is she talking about me?” he asked George.

“Of course, she is!” George sort of whispered loudly. He had, in fact, paid attention to the whole conversation — y/N and Fred’s interactions were kinda his favourite TV series; there was always some drama! He didn’t think, however, that y/N would be the one to confess so soon. “Keep it up,” he elbowed his brother and turned back to his food.

Fred faced y/N again and met her eyes. He felt his cheeks turning red, but he seemed oblivious to his reaction. She kept talking:

“Say there’s this person that you never knew that well,” her voice was sweet like she was afraid of saying those things and regretting it.

Fred wished he knew what to say to comfort her. He had been undergoing the same lately — conflicted feelings, jealousy at random times...

“You thought that you had him pegged, but now you can’t tell...” y/N kept rambling, repeating the same words but Fred’s mind was far away. She was in love with him! Sure, she was proposing a hypothetical situation, but why would she mention it to Fred?

It all made sense — she and Fred didn’t use to hit it off so well at first. Fred (and George) were too much of pranksters for her; she didn’t believe tricking everyone every time was decent. But, this year, Fred had started to cool off, at least around her. He was becoming a gentleman — as Ginny phrased it.

“Is he worth it? Freddie?” y/N thought Fred didn’t seem much interested, and why would he be? It wasn’t like her to drift around the twins, but she just felt like he could understand.

“Absolutely,” Fred finally answered, lowering his brows in hopes to look more approachable.

She sighed and looked down at her now cold food.

“I don’t always relate to other people my age, except when I’m on the field,” oh, Quidditch... If things were as easy as the rules of the game. “There are so many changes that I’m going through,” she faced Fred and finally smiled, a sincere smile. She blushed at his reaction. “And why am I telling this to you?”

Fred was smiling back, just curving his lips up.

“Guess there’s a part of me that wants to,” she admitted. “I guess a part of me likes to, hm, talk to you. Who knew?”

Fred kept quiet, and she thought that she should end the conversation immediately. She was already too confused; she couldn’t even remember what she was first talking about. She was going to tell Fred she was in love... with someone else, right?

“I know that it’s weird, but it’s totally true,” she concluded, tilting her head to the left. “The guy that I’d kinda be into...” was she really going to tell Fred? Oh, Merlin, he was going to freak out, he was not going to take it well. None of her friends was.

“The guy that you’d kind of be into...” Fred encouraged her. He was very close to confessing his feelings himself, but he thought it was better to let her finish.

“Yeah, that guy that I’d kinda be into is...” she swallowed hard, biting her lip, attempting to remember the guy’s name, easily distracted with Fred’s face, “Draco.”

***

Fred was panicking. He was not expecting to hear y/N confess having feelings for Draco Malfoy.

Merlin, how?? When did you have the time to befriends Draco? He couldn’t have been treating you nice from the beginning, could he?

Thankfully, George intervened after your confession.

“Bro, we gotta go now!” he pulled Fred up. “Like right now!”

Fred gulped while y/N exchanged looks with the boys, confused about what was happening and very suspicious. Fred wasn’t going to say a thing after her whole trouble of telling him about who she fancies?

She didn’t have time to stop the twins, though, because soon they disappeared out of the Hall.

Y/N sighed. Now what? Did that mean Fred disapproved? Part of her knew he wouldn’t like it — Draco was some sort of bad guy from the Weasleys’ point of view — but she expected him to say something.

Perhaps that meant she was overlooking things. Draco had been nice to her for the past couple of weeks, but maybe it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like Draco to be nice, but he could be trying to change.

Or he could fancy her too.

No, he probably doesn’t.

***

“Hermione?” y/N called the bushy-haired girl’s name with a weak voice, but it was sufficient for her to hear it.

She had just arrived into the Gryffindor room with Harry and Ron, but the boys seemed to have their own problems to think about, so they didn’t mind when Hermione walked towards y/N, leaving them behind.

Y/N was sitting at the bottom of the stairs — squeezed close to the wall, leaving an empty space for those who wanted to go up to their dorms.

“What’s it, y/N?” Hermione asked, sitting on the step above hers.

“I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but...” y/N gulped, “has Draco seem nicer to you lately?”

“Particularly to me, or to everyone in general?”

She gave it a thought, “in general.”

“He does seem more... calm, I guess,” Hermione answered, lowering her shoulders. “It’s not that he stopped calling people names, it’s just that he has stopped calling people at all.”

Y/N sighed, looking down at the book she had in hands. Hermione noticed the change in her mood and asked about it.

“I knew I was seeing things where there were none,” y/N rued. “I thought I could be fancying him, but I’ve passed the whole afternoon trying to list things about him that I liked I could only come up with three.”

“Are there three things you like about Malfoy?” Hermione asked in a mocking tone, and y/N giggled.

“Funny, right?” she agreed. “Well, I’ve got: good looking—”

“Unfortunately, I agree, ” Hermione interrupted with a frowned face.

“—smart and empathetic.”

“I’m sorry — empathetic? When has he been empathetic??” Hermione showed her disbelief, moving her hands around.

Y/N pressed her lips together, thinking if she should tell Hermione or not.

“He noticed I was sad about my whole parents’ thing,” she said finally, “and we talked about some families coincidences we have.”

“You mean the death eater parents?” she asked with a bit too loud voice and y/N complained. Hermione gulped a sorry.

Not everyone in school knew about the terrible family y/N had, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, I guess he can understand that. But has he ever been nice to you before?”

Y/N liked that about Hermione — she was logical and wanted to know her arguments to defend the crush. She didn’t seem to care the crush in question was on Draco Malfoy.

“No, not really,” y/N sighed, looking away, tilting her head down.

“Y/N, if I can be honest, I don’t think you like him,” although harsh, Hermione’s words did not hurt you. She was right, as always. “You’re probably just needy.”

“Mione!!” she screamed, pretending to be mad with Hermione who burst into laughter.

Hermione and y/N kept sitting on the stairs, smiling at each other, glad to have one another when a new worry popped into y/N’s mind.

“Oh, shit!”

“What, y/N?” Hermione looked down at her, passing one arm around her shoulders.

Y/N wasn’t completely wrong with her thoughts — she just directed it to the wrong direction. She had a crush. It was not on Draco, however.

“I need to talk to Fred!” y/N yelled, already getting up and leaving her book behind with Hermione.

“Told you you’re needy!” Hermione shouted back, laughing hard.

Y/N slowed down just to turn back at her friend with bulging eyes. “Shut up, Mione!”

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[forthehpfanboys]

Tough Hufflepuff

Pair: Hermione Granger x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Reader is a shy bean who is willing to teach the DA for Harry and everyone and ends up falling for a specific witch in doing so. He ends up winning her after a fight with a specific bleached ferret.

Warnings: Fighting, Swearing, Cedric would be proud. Accidentally made Ron and Harry a little gay, but ya know.

Notes: Requested! I absolutely love this idea!! 👏 Sorry for spelling errors, I typed this on my phone and my keyboard is lowkey garbage??

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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No one was exactly surprised when you walked into the Room of Requirement and quietly shuffled over to the group of students circling the Boy-Who-Lived. No one ever really paid any attention to you besides your fellow Huffle-friends, so you were used to the few students who glanced at you but didn’t utter a word. You felt like you were the only one there sporting the yellow robes.

You had been invited by Harry about a week ago to join Dumbledore’s Army but something always stopped you when you tried to go. Nothing physical. A lot of it was just mental stuff holdning yo back. Harry noticed how well you’d done in Charms and that’s when you caught his eye. He noted you had something akin to pure talent.

He asked Ron and Hermione if they knew anything about the (h/c) boy in the Charms class and all they could chalk up was your name and how, with friends, you would be loud and boisterous, but around strangers quieter than a mouse. 

The trio ended up asking your friends about you and shared a few stories, like the time Umbrige gave you detention for helping a first year Ravenclaw with her books. You’d gotten detention for standing too close to the girl. Umbridge deemed it ‘inappropriate’ and you almost threw hands for her to catch. 

"Oh, (Y/n)! I'm so glad you took up my offer!"

Your eyes snapped up at the voice calling your name and you looked up to see him smiling at you, Ron and Hermione at his side like usual. Suddenly everyone's eyes were on you. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and you looked down at your shoes. You fiddled with the edge of your robs sleeve, your throat becoming tight as you finally found the courage to speak. 

"Uh, oh.. Yeah, um.. No problem" your voice barely carried across the room. The raven haired boy to smile and nod and bring the attention back to himself, he continued on. He knew you didn’t love holding everyone's attention. The gryffindor wasn’t exactly thinking.

"Ok! So today, we're going to practice whatever we’ve-”

You stopped listening. You were trying to will your heart to slow down. See, you struggled in social citations and didn’t exactly know why. All your friends said you were outgoing and strong and awesome, but once you met new people, you were shy and scared to say the wrong things. Most people said that’s why you're a Hufflepuff, but you and literally every other Hufflepuff knew better than that. You jerked your head up when someone spoke your name. 

“(Y/n)?” Harry was standing in front of you with Hermione by his side. Your eyes drifted between the two and you gave a shy wave, your head down some. She casted you a smile and waved. “I’m really grateful you took my proposition. It really means a lot."

You didn't understand why it meant anything to him but you flashed him a polite smile and whipped your hands on your uniform. 

"O-oh, um.. Your welcome?" Your voice was shaky with uncertainty. You didn't miss how Hermione nudged Harry in the arm, as if to tell him to keep going. 

"We uh.. Well, we were actually hoping you could help us with teaching some specific charms." 

Wait, what?

"I noticed how talented you are with charms and-" 

His voice faded like an echo in a tunnel. The Golden Trio not only asked for your help, but noticed you! Why would the Trio need a simple, nervous, stumbly Hufflepuff to teach infront of- how many are there- 30 some kids when they literally have Harry Fucking Potter.

"What?" you asked, not noticing how you interrupted Harry's tangent. The raven haired male turned to his best witch buddy before looking back at you. 

"We want your help. Neville and some others are struggling with charms and we need someone like you to help." Hermione finally spoke up, her eyes filled with sympathy as she examined you. "Everyone has noticed how talented you are, (Y/n)." 

"Talen- Me? No!" You said it louder than you intended, causing some students to look at you. "I-I-I mean, um, I.. I don't- do good with.. With crowds or people or words-" You rubbed your arm subconsciously and looked back down at your sneakers. 

Hermione stepped closer and put a hand on your shoulder. You titled your head to look at her hand, your eyes trailed up her arm before finally landing on her eyes. 

Oh fuck-

Now was not the time to catch feelings. 

"You're very talented, (Y/n). Whether you believe it or not." She smiled at you and went on. "So, if you want to help us, we'd really appreciate it." 

Oh fuck, you arealdy got feelings, it was the fucking smile. You'd always admired her from a far, finding her absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. Oh fuck. 

"yEAh-" your voice broke horribly. "I mean- um yeah, I'... I'll do it!" you wanted to say you didn't know why you said it, but you knew. 

Her beautiful smile only grew as she thanked you and hurried off to find Ron and tell him the news. 

Your heart not only started frantically pounding in your chest, but it dropped to your stomach when you saw the redhead and the brunette interact. 

Harry asked if you wanted to meet at the Room of Requirement tomorrow a few hours before the DA showed up to go over techniques and how to approach teaching a bunch of people Charms that you'd managed to nail almost first try.

The next day you showed up early. Kinda. You showed up to the hidden room, got anxious, walked out, walked back in, got anxious, paced the hallway, debated, went back in. Godric where you a mess. You chewed on your nails as you paced inside the room, a habit you picked up around 2nd year.

Just when you were debating on leaving and never showing your face again, someone had tapped your shoulder. You whipped around fast enough the Golden Trio thought your head would spin a full 360.

Your face turned bright red when you saw they were here and rubbed a hand down your hair, apologizing. The three shrugged off your apology and you quickly began planning the lesson with them. 

About an hour later, the room was once again filled with bustling students and you stood in front of them. Even with Harry, Ron and 'Mione by your side, your hands were shaking and your heart was pounding. 

Everyone stared at you, expecting you to speak up or move or something, but you stayed frozen and pale in the face. 

"Alright." Hermione stepped forward to be the first to speak, giving you time to breath and gather yourself. "(Y/n) has graciously agreed to help us with some charms so if anyone is struggling with a particular one, just shout it out and we'll show and give you some tips." 

"I'm still struggling with expelliarmus." Neville spoke in a soft voice, his hand shyly in the air. This kinda snapped you out of your panicked state, but not by much. "I don't know if it's because of how I'm holding my wand or if I'm doing the motion wrong, I just- I can't get it and it's driving me bonkers." 

"W-Well how are you holding it?" you hesitated but walked over to him. He showed you how he was performing the spell. "Tighten your grip a little, yeah. Like that. Now don't be shy," like you could talk, "and just be sturdy." you casted him a smile. 

With a nod, the kid oozing anxiety walked over to the dummy, got in the same stance, took your advice and casted the spell. First time, it didn't work, but with some reassurance from you, he nailed it on the second one. 

The spell was powerful enough to cause the wand to go flying from the grip of the stone dummy and Neville managed to catch it easily. The room literally erupted in roars and happy cheers and you could feel some confidence growing in your chest. Neville thanked you and, suddenly, everyone was asking for help. 

You did your best to help everyone with everything, even the troublesome Weasley Twins. One of the mischief creators struggled with the patronus charm, but after chatting about some old memories, he managed to find one that was solid and joyful enough that it worked, leading to a loud thank you and a promise to never, ever, ever, ever prank you. Bless Godric, to be honest. 

You helped out Cho Chang with her concentration spells, giving her advice on how to better her concentration in the first place. 

Hell, you even helped Hermione with a spell you didn't know she was struggling with, which is what you were doing right now. You were standing beside her, rolling up the sleeves of your white shirt. The room had grown way to hot in the past few minutes, or maybe it was standing beside her. 

Hermione, meanwhile, was trying to focus on the spell and the ginger standing across from her. You had been running through her mind all day and she had no idea why, but the sight of your forearms gave her a hint. 

She loosened the grip on her wand and adjusted her stance. "Is this right?" She turned to you, blushing when you looked her up and down. 

"For the most part." You spoke. "Um, may I?" You put your hands on her hips and moved them ever so slightly to the right. "There ya go! Better if your foot and hop aim at the target. Gives you a better chance." You didn't notice the blush on her cheeks or the groan from Ron across the room. 

She was a little disappointed when you wondered away, going to help a young Gryffindor with his spell. 

"Blimey, it's worse than I thought." Ron spoke, causing Hermione to glare at him and cast Stupefy, sending him a few feet back with an embarrassing yell. The brunette simply smirked and walked away from him. 

Once Harry dismissed the class, you waved to some of the students who waved back and stayed behind with the Golden Trio. 

"That was bloody brilliant, (Y/n)!" Ron all but yelled at you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. A huge grin was stretched across his freckle covered face, causing you to smile back. 

"Oh, please. It was nothing." 

"You helped (imma just fricken guess but if anyone knows which one, please tell me, please-) Fred with his patronous! Are you kidding? That's bloody genius!" the ginger walked over and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, causing you to smile wider. 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really!" Hermione was playing with some of her hair when she spoke up. "You've helped everyone so much." 

"I told you he'd be useful." Harry spoke up, looking at Hermione, a cheeky grin on his face. 

"Hey! I never said he wouldn't be helpful!" She looked at him, her hands landing on her hips. 

"Girls! Girls, please. You're both pretty, can we bloody go now? I wanna go eat my troubles away." Ron spoke up, rolling his eyes and basically dragged you to the exit. 

"If I'm a girl, then what does that make you, Ron?" Harry spoke up, scurrying after the pair. 

"The bloke of your dreams, now shut it and walk." Ron teased, grabbing Harry's shirt and pushing him forward. Hermione let out a snort. 

"Oh, please, Ron. The only girl who has you in her dreams is Lavender." she stood on the side not occupied by Ron and smiled at you. 

"Oh, Godric, not this again." Ron groaned playfully. You smiled as the banter continued. You had more friends! At least, you hoped they were your friends.

Not too long after you left the Room of Requirement, you four made it to the dinning hall. You said goodbye to the three friends before making your way to the Hufflepuff table. 

Once you found their table, you basically dove into the empty seat, shooting Bones and Finch-Fletchey a cheeky smile. 

"How are my favorite besties doin'?" you wrapped your arms around their shoulders, causing Susan to giggle and for Justin to roll his eyes. 

"We're your only best friends-" Susan spoke up. 

"Ah, not anymore. We have computation, Bonesy. Word has it (Y/n/n) here has found a new bunch of friends!" Justin smirked at you. 

"Well, I might be meeting people, but they don't compare to my besties, now do they?" You chuckled, letting them go to fill your plate high with food. The three of you continued on with playful bangers and you told them stories, quietly, about the inside of the DA. They even said they'd join, which caused you to gleam happily.

After a long day of teacher, you were hungrier than a dragon after hibernation. You were also quite mentally tired. You didn't realize how much effort went into teaching, and now you were almost sorry for Snape. 

Almost. 

Once dinner was over, you and your two good friends walked down the corridor, advancing toward the Hufflepuff common room. Just before you could enter you froze, hearing a word you considered to be unforgivable. 

"Stupid mudblood! When will you learn that you're beneath us?" You turned around, instantly recognizing the voice. "My father will hear of this. You should've been fed to a pack of rabid wolves." 

Draco. Draco was yelling at Hermione while Crabbe and Goyle stood between Ron and Harry, separating the usual trip.

Fucking Draco. Of course!

"Oi, Malfoy!" you called out before your brain even caught up with your mouth. "Why don't you bugger off, yeah?" You began to stride over to the group, ignoring the calls of your friends.

"Who are you?" Draco spoke, looking you up and down. Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dum let out an obnoxious laugh. "A Hufflepuff? Shouldn't you be collecting flowers or minding your businesses?" 

"Shouldn't you be leaving Hermione alone, stop acting like a child and actually grow a pair?" You shot back, your hands balling into fists by your side. 

Draco sneered at the words coming out to your mouth, his eyebrows furrowing. 

"How dare you!" He adjusted his uniform robes, as if he was some sort of badass. "Watch your silver tongue, boy, or it'll cost you!" 

"I'm the same age as you, idiot!" You almost wanted to puff up your chest like a dragon, show dominance, fight the blonde ferret and win. "And besides, you're a hundred percent bark and zero percent bite!" 

Suddenly, Malfoy was grabbing at your yellow and black robs, pulling you against his chest. 

"I said watch it! I'm a Malfoy first and you will respect me as such." 

"Like hell I will! A word doesn't earn you respect, it's your fucking actions that do!" before you thought of a better solution to bring distance between the two of you, you brought your knee up to collide with his stomach.  The blonde hunched over and gasp out a groan, his arms wrapping around his wounded abdomen. "You don't deserve respect if you pick on people. You don't deserve respect if you work for that, that toad in pink drag and you certainly won't get any of it from me." 

Crabbe and Goyle looked from their boss up to you, noticing you walk toward them with a fire in your eyes caused them to take off, the blonde following and stumbling beside them.

"Remember this day when you go to mess with anyone from any house again, Malfoy! This is just strike fucking one!" you yelled down the hall, definitely shocking the people around you. 

Hell, you managed to shock the entire corridor. Your friends, the Golden Trio, the people passing through. You turned toward said trio, the fire in your eyes replaced with concern. 

"Are you ok? He didn't touch you did he?" Impulses seemed to be taking over because as you asked the question, you cupped the brunette's cheeks and checked her for any and all injuries. 

"(Y/n), I'm fine." She stammered out. Her cheeks were heating up beneath your hands, not that you noticed, you were staring into her eyes. God damn it, those pretty fucking eyes-

"Blood fucking hell, (L/n)! That was- oh my Godric- I'd pay to see you do that again!" Ron was basically jumping up and down. It was so, so nice to see Draco get knocked down a peg like that. 

"Yeah, (Y/n/n)!" Harry spoke up, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as his hands shoved into his pockets. "Didn't think you had that in you."

"Hufflepuff’s are very loyal. We'd die for our friends in a heart beat." You spoke to him, your hands still on her cheeks and your (e/c) eyes still staring into hers. 

"Friends, huh?" Ron spoke out, a shit eating grin on his face. "Well, Harry, maybe we should leave our, ahem, friends to have a nice chat with each other, shall we?" the redhead held out his elbow for the raven haired make to take. 

"Why yes, Ron. I do believe that would be the wisest decisions. How about some wizard chess, hmm?" Harry wrapped his arm around Ron's extended one and the duo went off, laughing as they walked deeper into the corridor. 

You didn't even notice they left. You were busy. You were really busy. Hermione's hands had come up to gently hold your wrists, one of her thumbs rubbing over the vein of your wrist.

"I-" you spoke at the same time, this caused her to release a high pitched giggle and for you to blush. 

"I-I'm sorry, you first." 

"Forever the gentleman?" Another adorable giggle and more blush. 

"Have to be. Mom would bury me alive if I wasn't." 

You two stood in silence once more. You both knew words didn't need to be exchanged. They didn't have to be. You could read her eyes like a book and you couldn't stop turning the pages. 

She took a step toward you, and you met her in the middle. Your hands come down to her shoulders, rubbing them gently as you smiled, your head titling to the side. 

"Can I kiss you?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, your shyness coming back. It made her want to melt into a puddle of mush on the floor. This didn't feel real to her. It felt like a dream or a fairy tale. 

She nodded her head, bringing her hands up to your biceps as she pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you pushed your lips against hers. 

You felt actual fireworks going off against your lips and it was addicting. You pressed your body against hers, your hands falling to her hips as you held her close. Her arms came up to wrap around your neck, one of her legs lifting up behind her, like in those romance movies her father loved so much. 

Once you needed air, you two parted, chests rising and falling quite quickly. It surprised you. The kiss felt like it lasted for an hour. 

"So.. Can I call you my knight in shining armor?" she giggled, her hand coming up to play with your hair. 

"Wow. I actually love that!" 

She let out a snort and pressed her forehead against yours. You were so excited that, it made the brunette smile wider, her heart pounding in her chest. 

"Godric, you're perfect." 

"No, I'm not. I'm (Y/n)." 

"Ok, keep that up and I'm not kissing you again." 

"I'm sorry, please kiss me again." 

Hermione giggled and shook her head. 

"You sound like a kid during Christmas." 

"And we're still talking instead of snogging. Everything is shocking right now." 

"When did you gain Gryffindor courage?" 

"When I became your Tough Hufflepuff." you did some fancy dance move and dunked her, causing her to squeal. You cut the squeal off with a kiss.

You didn't want that Umbitch to find you snogging the girl of your dreams while your friends cheered you on. Last thing you needed was a stupid detention for falling in love.

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