#Marietta Edgecombe

[ellorypurebloodculture]

FSF request of a Newblood rejecting Pureblood who previously bullied them because of their Muggleborn status. (Im sure a few Muggleborns don't finish the rights immediately because of love for their Muggle family, like younger siblings or ailing parents they may feel responsible for.)

I imagine it's very insulting to have someone treat you like dirt one day, and the next show you 'courtesy', for what is realistically no real outward change on your own part, but now makes you a viable spouse (more like bedmate/breeder- doubt anyone who treats someome poorly will ever see them as a whole person and not just what they can do with/to you).

(You did something similar with the Omega Lily fic where she rejected most Alphas for their past behavior).

Miss Marietta Edgecombe bats her eyelashes, twirls a lock of hair around her finger, and says, "I don't have plans yet for this Hogsmeade weekend if you'd like to escort me, Mister Creevey."

Colin pauses, stunned at her audacity, and then bites out, "I wouldn't escort you to Hogsmeade if you were the only single witch in the school, Miss Edgecombe."

She pales and gasps, "What?"

He rolls his eyes at her and snaps, "Did you seriously think I would forget overhearing you tell Miss Chang that I 'give a decent show of attempting to earn New Blood status' but am 'clearly faking' and 'still a filthy, little Mudblood' last year?"

Marietta stumbles backward two steps, the other students staring at her in disbelief, and then Colin continues on his way as if any response she might make is entirely unworthy of his attention.

#ellory writes #five sentence ficlet #colin creevey #marietta edgecombe

[abrabloodycadabra]

Girlies 💙💙

I found my artwork of Marietta from five years ago and I gotta say I absolutely love my vision of her ✨

#harry potter #marietta edgecombe #ravenclaw #ravenclaw house #hp art #hp artwork #hp fanart #harry potter art #harry potter fanart #harry potter fan art #art #digital art #cho chang

[oxydiane]

people who said hermione was bad for putting the sneak curse on the dumbledore’s army paper and making marietta all pimply because “she was just trying to defend her mother” are absolutely batshit insane like. they are in a war. they are in a War. she snitched on their resistance organisation. the school was basically being controlled by a tyrant and she snitched on the resistance formed to fight back. she told about it to the woman who had made hermione’s best friend write with his own blood and carve lines on the back of his hand. i think marietta edgecombe can endure some acne

#get your priorities straight like #absolutely batshit insane #harry potter #order of the phoenix #marietta edgecombe #hermione granger #soo talks #thoughts #rant #ish #dolores umbridge #dumbledore’s army #DA

[vivithefolle]

Hi Vivi! I love your HP analysis and how objective you can be despite having strong opinion and feeling for some characters. That's why i wanted to ask you something about Marietta's scars. In HBP, the St. Mungo's healers manage to save AND completely heal both Katy Bell and Ron, which kind of confuses me: if they're able to do that, why didn't they cure Marietta? Personally I think, at the very least, Madame Pomfrey, Snape and Dumbledore (if not the majority of Hogwarts' staff) should have been able to identify and free her of that nasty curse. What are your thoughts on this?

Ha, I wouldn't call myself objective... I've gotten more and more flippant when it comes to Harry and Hermione as the years go by. Having Ron's feelings be constantly ignored by like 99% of fandom even among people who call themselves his fans will do that.

In HBP, the St. Mungo's healers manage to save AND completely heal both Katy Bell and Ron, which kind of confuses me: if they're able to do that, why didn't they cure Marietta?

That is the million Galleon question, isn't it?

How come Madam Pomfrey can mend broken bones, make Hermione's teeth nice and straight, and heal injuries that would take a normal human months if not years to recover from?

The reason is because Plot, of course, as is usually the case with anything Potter, but... there's another explanation.

And that explanation is Mad-Eye Moody.

In a world where you can regrow bones and brew miracle cures for everything, Mad-Eye Moody is an oddity, as he needs a prosthetic leg and a magical eye.

Why is that?

Mrs Weasley had staunched his bleeding now, and by the lamplight Harry saw a clean, gaping hole where George’s ear had been. ‘How is he?’ Mrs Weasley looked round and said, ‘I can’t make it grow back, not when it’s been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse… he’s alive.’ - Deathly Hallows

... Dark magic. When your wounds are inflicted by Dark magic... they leave traces.

Harry was a baby when Voldemort tried to kill him with Dark magic and it left a trace.

Mad-Eye Moody was an Auror and tangled with Dark wizards and it left traces.

And Marietta... Marietta pissed off Hermione Granger... and it left traces.

The only possible conclusion... is that the spell Hermione put on the parchment was Dark magic, and given that Hermione explicitly states she took inspiration from Voldemort's Dark Mark to create the DA Galleons... well, who's to say she didn't get inspired by more than that?

#vivi answers #hermione granger #harry potter #george weasley #mad eye moody #voldemort #marietta edgecombe #madam pomfrey

[hprarepairfest]

Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 10

Some incredible ships to share today!!

Title: The Bet Author: @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen Ship: Narcissa Black Malfoy/Ginny Weasley, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley Prompt: #385 Rating: M Word Count: 3,893 Warnings: None Summary:

Ginny and Draco have been fuckbuddies for awhile but there's somebody else that catches Ginny's eye.

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Title: Can't Fight the Moonlight Author: @phantomgrimalkin Ships: Draco/Harry, Remus/Draco, Remus/Harry, Remus/Harry/Draco Prompt: 274 Rating: E Word Count: 31,344 Warnings: None Summary:

Sirius was currently in America, on a three month motorcycle road trip he had been planning in his head since he was 12. It had taken Harry the better part of a decade to convince him to go, that the world wouldn't fall apart just because his adoptive father was doing something for himself.

So, of course, Harry got himself and Draco bitten by a werewolf two weeks into it.

Fortunately, Remus is there to help the new wolves adjust.

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Title: Scared Author: @siriusly-sapphic Ship: Cho Chang/Marietta Edgecombe Prompt: #15 Rating: T Word Count: 1,160 Warnings: T Summary:

Cho comforts Marietta after she betrays Dumbledore's Army, and they realise how scared they both are of the war to come.

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Title: Two of the Easiest Words in Gaelic Author: sky_watcher_rose Ship: Minerva McGonagall / Druella Rosier Black Prompt: Modern AU. Minerva had been teaching for several years now, and knew eventually that she would be teaching her old schoolmates' kids. And still, she's somehow nervous to have a parent-teacher conference with Druella Rosier. Rating: M Word Count: 28k (6 chapters plus epilogue) Warnings: N/A Summary:

Minerva will be the first to admit that Druella Rosier -now Druella Black - was the love of her life. But it’s been twenty years since they last saw each other, and she’s done her best to move on. When Druella unexpectedly arrives at a parents’ evening - the first she’s attended in the four years that Minerva has been teaching her children - both of them have to face up to certain feelings that never went away.

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Title: if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did Author: psychiatristgirl Ships: Regulus Black/Peter Pettigrew, minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, minor James Potter/Lily Evans Prompt: self-prompt Rating: T Word Count: 3702 Warnings: Past sibling incest, Mentions of past child abuse Summary:

"Exactly," said Regulus. "It has been years. Why bother inviting them now?"

"Remus said they were close to our place. I couldn't not invite them. Besides, they are our friends—"

"Your friends," corrected Regulus waspishly, pushing the comb to his lover's chest. "I'm going out."

"Where to?"

Regulus paused, then sighed. "Groceries. All of them eat like pigs, and I'd loathe to serve up anything less than a perfect dinner."

Or: The past knocks on Regulus' door one evening. He muses on all the reasons he prefers the present.

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🍐 See the whole collection revealed so far HERE! 🍐

#hp rare pairs #hp rare pair fest #hp fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #hp fest #hp rare pair #narcissa malfoy #ginny weasley #draco malfoy #remus lupin #cho chang #marietta edgecombe #minerva mcgonagall #druella rosier #regulus black #peter pettigrew

[ladiesofhpfest]

For week 15, we’re celebrating and honoring all the girls who love traditionally girly, feminine things. We're looking at you, Lavender, Pansy, and Parvati! It’s time for us to indulge in the feminine arts, and all the characters who love them too.

Pansy Parkinson! Let her have some girly fun because she CAN.

Parvati and Lavender have an in-depth discussion about butterfly clips and other fashion accessories.

Ginny, Luna, and Hermione have a sleepover! Hermione's going to introduce them to the wonderful world of romcoms. 

Is anyone doing magical makeup? What if Marietta Edgecombe's run-in with Hermione's jinx leads her to make high-end cosmetics for witches? 

Fashion! Fabrics! Patterns! Did Andromeda have an eye for fashion? Which characters wanted to be the next Madam Malkin? Or make their own brand of fun, cute, and sexy witchy lingerie? 

Barbie x Ladies of Harry Potter crossovers?!

2023 Fic Masterlist

#ladies of hp #ladies of hp fest #girly girls #pansy parkinson #parvati patil #padma patil #lavender brown #90s fashion #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #hermione granger #marietta edgecombe #andromeda tonks #madam malkin #nymphadora tonks #minerva mcgonagall #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa malfoy #hp fests

[firinniee]

So I'm here to justify Cho. In the books, it was her friend Marietta Edgecombe who betrayed Dumbledore's Army. I don't want to say anything about the other one, but Cho is hated by a lot of people for some reason because she sided with her friend. Ok, let's look at it this way, in GoF Harry couldn't ask Cho to the ball because "she was always surrounded by her friends" and in the next book... they're not here. It seems like everyone left her after she broke down over the death of her boyfriend. Everyone except Marietta, I think she'll side with her last friend who will be scarred for the rest of her life. From Cho's perspective, I think her anger was slightly justified.

#harry potter #cho chang #marietta edgecombe #my thoughts #firinnie #firinniee

[azkzaban]

Harry James Potter x Female Reader

OneShot ~ Second Point of View ~ Slytherin Reader

【Gingerbread Tea】︎

Fixing your tie, you took a deep breath as you stared into the mirror. Your cheeks puffed out and you slid your hands down your robes, smoothing the material down.

You forced a smile and your eyes squinted in false joy, making your chest ache more than it already did. Behind you, the movement of one of your dorm mates caught your attention.

“Morning, Trace,” you mumbled, seeing her head slowly rise, her hair puffed around her.

She narrowed her eyes at you and glanced at the rising sun. A muffled sentence left her and she sat up, her face scrunching as she stretched. She yawned and blinked the sleep out of her eyes, looking around the room.

“Daphne already leave?”

You nodded and gestured to her nightstand, your lips twitching up.

“She left you a note.”

She raised her eyebrows and pushed the blanket back, grunting as she reached over, seeing the torn paper on the stand. You shook your head in amusement, watching the girl go doe-eyed at the letter.

Tracy smiled and looked up at you, waving the paper slightly.

“She’s poetic too,” her smile showed her teeth, “Have I mentioned how much I adore this girl?”

“Only a thousand times.”

You could remember the exact day Tracy Davis asked out her girlfriend Daphne Greengrass, as you were the one who designed the whole thing. From the lights over the lake to the flowers on the trees, you had a pretty big part in it.

It was the most romantic thing you’ve ever seen.

Your smile became false once more and you shook your head, watching as Tracy went to get ready. You pressed your lips together and cleared your throat. You walked over to your bed, grabbing your bag.

“Okay I’m leaving!”

“Okay!” Tracy’s head popped around the corner, “Tell Theo I said hi.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Alright. Bye Trace.”

“Bye Y/N/N.”

You headed out to the common room, your hand holding the strap of your bag tightly. Your eyes flickered around the crowded area, hearing the sounds of laughter and quills on paper.

You walked forward, looking down as you headed towards the door, hoping your imaginary power of being invisible worked.

It didn’t.

You were merely inches away from the door when an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the side. Your eyes widened as you got tugged into someone’s chest, an ‘oof’ leaving your lips as your face smacked off it.

You rubbed your nose and looked up, meeting the eyes of Theodore Nott.

Your boyfriend of one year.

His hands traced up your arms and you held back from shivering in distaste. You playfully rolled your eyes as his finger twirled around in your hair.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning down until your noses touched.

“Hey,” you whispered.

You leaned up and closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his. He smiled and held the back of your head, kissing you back.

You felt nothing but the urge to pull back. No sparks, no tingles.

His hand moved to your waist as you pulled apart. His other hand touched your face, tracing your lips slowly, his brown eyes glinting as they flickered to meet yours.

Months ago, you would have melted with butterflies in your stomach.

Today, you wanted nothing more than to erase his touch.

Smiling, you stepped back, letting your hands trace down his arms, finding his hands.

“How was your morning?”

He just shrugged and wrapped an arm around you. You started walking out of the common room and you swallowed away the bile that crawled up your throat.

“Better now,” he smirked, nudging you.

You shook your head, eyeing him, not missing the red mark on the side of his neck. You looked away as you flinched, your stomach twisting in disgust.

You forced a tight smile.

“I’m sure it is,” you said, your voice higher than usual.

You continued to walk in silence up to the Great Hall where breakfast waited. Your stomach growled in anticipation.

You walked in, smelling the food. Though, you wished that was what held your attention.

Instead, you walked in and immediately got distracted as you met a beautiful set of green eyes.

Your heart skipped and you widened your eyes as Harry Potter stared at you, stopping his walk out of the Great Hall. His lips twitched up into a playful smirk as your cheeks heated up and you felt your body tingle in heat.

His eyes flickered to Theo’s arm, who was oblivious to the turmoil beside him as he dragged you to the Slytherin table, and clenched his jaw. His eyes met yours once more before he walked out, his eyes more green than ever.

Your heart pounded hard against your chest and you closed your eyes, sitting down.

Theo’s hand fell to your thigh and every feeling in your body disappeared, getting replaced by a cold nausea.

—

You sniffled as you walked into Advanced Potions, furrowing your brows at the familiar smell.

You eyed the small crowd in the classroom, seeing the few people that made it into the class, forcing a smile as you saw Theo, who promised to stay beside her throughout the lesson.

You walked over to him, nodding to Draco, who raised his hand to her, acknowledging her.

You set your bag down next to Theo’s and he fixed his color.

“Hey,” he smiled, elbowing you.

You laughed softly and looked around, seeing Blaise Zabini walk next to Draco, setting his belongings next to the blonde. Next to them sat a table of four Ravenclaws, who chatted in whispers.

You sniffed the air once more and pouted your lips.

“What is that?” You asked.

The three Slytherin’s next to you shrugged, sniffing the air.

You leaned against the table as you sat as you tried to place where you smelt this before.

The scent of soap, burning wood and what you barely recognized as wood polish filled your senses, making you close your eyes in pleasure.

It was the most seductive smell you’ve ever inhaled.

At that moment, you opened your eyes to see Harry Potter walk in, followed by Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and a Hufflepuff named Ernie Macmillan.

Your heart instantly started to tug towards the raven-haired boy, your eyes following each of his movements. He glanced around the room and you tensed as his eyes met yours once more.

Your stomach warmed and you looked away, clearing your throat as you distracted yourself with an empty vile. Helplessly, you found your eyes glancing back at him as Professor Slughorn walked in.

Harry’s eyes were slitted and dark as he took breaths of the air, and your cheeks tingled as you watched his chest move up and down. A lazy smile took over his face and you looked away, closing your eyes.

“Now then, now then, now then,” said Slughorn, a bright and welcoming smile on his face, “Scales out, everyone, and potions kits, and don’t forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making…”

You reached into your bag, reaching for your belongings. As you bent down, rummaging for your book, his voice filled your ears, making you shiver.

“Sir?” Harry asked.

Grabbing your book, you placed your items on the table, only letting your eyes flicker to him for a second.

“Harry, m’boy?”

My boy.

You mentally joked before freezing, your eyes going wide. Your hand hovered your Advanced Potions textbook as you sucked in a shaky breath.

You swallowed spit and once again breathed in the aroma, feeling it relax you.

“I haven’t got a book or scales or anything- nor’s Ron- we didn’t realize we’d be able to do the N.E.W.T, you see -”

“Ah yes, Professor McGonagall did mention… not to worry, my dear boy, not to worry at all.”

You distracted yourself from the conversation. You were sure that hearing Harry’s voice anymore would send you into a frenzy, and that was the last thing you needed.

You flicked the glass of a tube next to you gently, clicking your tongue as Slughorn handed Harry and Ron worn out textbooks.

“Now then,” he said, “I’ve prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of ‘em, even if you haven’t made ‘‘em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?”

He nodded over in your direction and you looked over at the cauldron near your table. Your eyebrows rose at the liquid, recognizing the clear water boiling inside.

Surprisingly, your hand rose a second before Hermione’s.

Slughorn pointed at you.

“It’s Veritaserum, a colorless and odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth,” you said, trying not to smirk at the look of annoyance Hermione sent you.

“Very good, very good!” Slughorn said happily, “Now,” he continued, pointing to the cauldron near the Ravenclaws, “This one here is pretty well known… Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too… Who can–”

Hermione’s hand rose faster than the speed of light, and you almost laughed at her desperation of it.

“It’s Polyjuice Potion, sir,” she said.

Her eyes glanced at you and you smiled, waving at her. Her face turned crimson as she narrowed her eyes, focusing on the mudlike substance in the second cauldron.

“Excellent, excellent! Now this one… yes, my dear?”

You slapped your hand over your mouth to hide your laugh as Hermione raised her hand, her body practically shaking with the force she used to punch the air.

“It’s Amortentia!”

You froze.

What?

Your hand slipped away from your mouth as you replayed her answer in your mind.

Amortentia?

Mentally, you reread your notes in your mind, finding the potion. You had to be wrong.

Because if Amortentia is what you think it is —

“It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask,” said Slughorn, looking impressed, “but I assume you know what it does?”

“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world,” Hermione said.

No.

Your eyes widened.

“Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by it’s distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen.”

You took another deep breath.

“An the steam rising in characteristic spirals,”

Wood polish.

“And it’s supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us–”

Soap.

Burning wood.

“I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and -”

Hermione trailed off, and you watched with a churning stomach as she went pink.

Wood polish, soap, and burning wood.

Theo didn’t smell like that.

You thought about how you felt around him.

It was so different before. You used to be mad for him. You blushed at his touch, melted at his voice, you were so sure that you were meant for each other.

But last year, things grew tense and then…

You paled.

Your eyes slid to the side, seeing Theo remain calm next to her, not noticing his girlfriend lose color. His eyes were heavy with an emotion you knew well as he breathed in the air.

Your eyes glanced to his neck.

Last year everything changed.

You knew then, as you thought back, who’s smell filled the air. Your throat tightened as you glanced in his direction, tracing his jawline with your eyes.

Harry Potter smelled the air, trying the place the smell and your stomach lurched. Who was he smelling?

“May I ask your name, my dear?” Slughorn asked.

“Hermione Granger, sir.”

“Granger? Granger? Can you possibly be related to Hector Dagworth-Granger, who founded the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers?”

You almost winced and placed your face in your hands, running them through your hair.

“No. I don’t think so, sir. I’m Muggle-born you see.”

Draco leaned over, whispering to Theo, making him snigger. You scowled, pushing his arm away from you as they laughed. You scooted over, ignoring the dangerous gaze that landed on you.

You could see Harry’s eyes in the corner of yours and you held your breath.

Slughorn ignored them, complimenting Hermione with something Harry told him, making her eyes light up. You looked down at the table, playing with a cloth.

“That’ll be twenty-earned points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger,” he looked at you, making your raise an eyebrow, “And ten to Slytherin, Miss…” he trailed, gesturing to you.

“Y/L/N, sir.”

“Ah! Ten points to Slytherin, Miss Y/L/N.”

You pressed your lips into a tight smile, and Theo nudged your leg with his. You eyed him and he smiled, showing his teeth.

A venomous warmth filled you and you rolled your eyes, moving further away from him.

You looked up at met Harry’s eyes before immediately looking away.

You weren’t able to focus at the lesson at all, especially when Harry succeeded at his Felix Felicis potion, smirking in all his glory.

Even more when his eyes met yours, making you drown in his his silky gaze.

—

“Cinnamon , gingerbread tea, and linen.”

Said a familiar voice behind you.

You froze, your lips hovering over the warm liquid. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Harry lean against a table, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” You breathed.

His arms crossed as his eyes were heavy on you. His jacket was tight around him and his clothes, making it hard to focus.

“At first, I couldn’t make it out. The cinnamon was obvious, but I couldn’t quite get a grasp on the other two.”

“I- what?” You gulped, blinking as he walked closer, sitting on the other side of the table.

He removed his gloves and you watched as he undid his jacket, placing it beside him. Your eyes traced his arms and you placed your tea down, trying to calm your heart.

His eyes met yours.

“Last year, I gave you a private lesson. Teaching you the basics of Defense Against Dark Arts in thanks for not ratting us out, remember?”

Your mouth parted before nodding, humming in agreement.

“Why didn’t you? Rat us out, I mean. You were on the Inquisitorial Squad, and yet you saw us come out and… closed your eyes and waved us away. Why?”

“I… I don’t know, I guess I didn’t want to deal with that. Umbridge would have made it a big deal and - I answered this before, why are you asking again?”

“Because I’m not quite sure I believe you,” he said, something changing in his eyes, “I think you had a different motive.”

You lost your breath.

“What?”

“What did you smell in Slughorn’s class?”

You raised your eyebrows in shock.

“I don’t think that’s any of your buis-”

“You want to know what I smelled?” he interrupted, “Cinnamon, gingerbread tea, and linen.”

He reached a finger out and tapped the edge of your cup, making your breath hitch.

“During that lesson, we did more than work, didn’t we,” he raised a brow, “We talked and somehow and in someway, we got along. What is this?”

Your jaw twitched as it opened.

“Um, it’s..” you forgot how to breathe, “Gingerbread tea.”

He nodded, removing his hand.

“Now, what did you smell?”

You shook your head.

“Th-Theo,” you mentally cursed as you stuttered, your nerves tightening in your chest.

He nodded once more, tapping his hand against the wooden table.

“You like gingerbread tea because your grandmother made it whenever you were sad. You still drink it whenever something’s bothering you.”

“Harry-”

“We were up for hours in that room, just talking.”

You exhaled, “We were.”

“You admitted something, you know. You probably don’t remember, actually, you were half asleep.”

“I did?”

“Mhm, and I hate to be so blunt about this–”

“You’ve been plenty blunt already.”

His lips twitched up and you’re heart fluttered.

“You told me, that you think your boyfriend’s cheating,” your eyes widened and something sad flickered in his eyes, “I suggested that you should leave him, but you said you couldn’t,” his hands slid closer, inches away from yours. “Because… he’s the only one who pays attention to you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

You watched as his pointer finger reached out. His skin touched yours and you tensed, feeling butterflies in your tummy. His finger traced your knuckles.

“Well, you surely caught my attention.”

Your eyes flickered up, meetings his. Up close, you could see through his glasses and see a forest in his eyes, wild and beautiful.

You took a deep breath.

“Harry.”

“You love the smell of a warm, cozy blanket. It brings you comfort. You need one to watch a horror movie, or when you’re reading anything that spooks you.”

Your heart started to pound as his hand came to hold yours.

“I know things others don’t, not even him. Because I pay attention.” He is thumb rubbed your skin, “You live in a muggle family,” your eyes went wide as your body went cold, “Your parents died when you were a baby, you told me that because you knew I could relate.”

“Harry what are you doing?”

He ignored you.

“Your mum loves the smell of cinnamon and burns it on the stove,” he smiled, “Cinnamon, gingerbread tea, and linen.”

You closed your eyes, relaxing at his touch. You could give in, you’d have a right to.

Your memory flashed to Theo and the hickeys, the lipstick stains and cheap perfume that wafts off him. You ignored it all for so long until you grew disgusted with him, an unknown hatred settled at the bottom of your stomach.

You pressed your lips together.

“He smelled Marietta,” you opened your eyes, meeting Harry’s confused stare, “Theodore. He smelled Marietta Edgecombe.”

His hand tightened around yours.

“You don’t seem bothered.” He sighed, “You knew this whole time, but you’re still with him?”

You shrugged, furrowing your brows.

“I guess I just been waiting for… I guess I just thought he’d stop and I could pretend.”

Suddenly Harry reached up, brushing hair out of your face. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“You could never pretend,” he slowly pulled away, his face inches from yours. His hand traced your jaw and held your chin gently, “You can’t even do it now. The way you look at him,” his nose brushed against yours, “It’s not like how you look at me.”

Your eyes widened and he back away. He grabbed your tea and raised his brows, taking a sip.

“Hm, no wonder you like it.”

You blinked, shaking your head.

“Since when are so forward? I’ve never seen you so… bold.”

“Maybe I’m just determined,” he slid the cup back, “You still haven’t answered me.”

“Did you ask a question?”

He chuckled.

“Who did you smell?”

You raised a brow, fiddling with the edge of your tea cup.

“I did answer you.”

“No, you lied to me,” he smirked, “I want the truth. Who was it?”

“Harry.”

“What did you smell?”

You clenched your jaw.

You know perfectly who and what you smelled. And so did he.

“You obviously know the answer,” you said, narrowing your eyes, “Isn’t that enough?”

“I want- no, need to hear it.”

You placed your head in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Harry, I’m in a relationship.”

“An empty one,” you heard him lean forward, “I’m not asking for anything more than a confession. Please.”

You stayed quiet, your head starting to hurt.

You heard him stand and you almost thought he left. Instead you felt his presence next to you, sitting on your bench with both of his legs around it.

One of his hands came up and touched your cheek gently. It trailed down to your jaw once more, tracing your skin until you relaxed. He removed your hands from your head and you sighed, feeling him push hair out of your face.

“He’s not loyal to you,” he whispered, petting your hair, “You have every right not to love him anymore.”

You slowly opened your eyes, turning your head. His eyes were soft and patient, making you melt. You stared at him for a few seconds.

“You,” you eventually whispered, “I smelled you.”

You saw light go into his eyes as he smiled, color going to his cheek. His hand fell to your shoulder and he messed with a loose string on your jacket.

“I like you,” he said, “A lot more than I thought I did.”

“I…” Your voice cracked, “I like you too.”

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against your temple before placing a soft kiss to your skin. You flushed and he grinned, closing his eyes.

After a few seconds, you felt his lips go to your ear.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he mumbled, “And then we can take it slow.”

He looked up, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Hermione and Ron walk in. Harry’s hand fell to your thigh and gave it a squeeze.

“I have to go, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, dumbfounded.

He grabbed his jacket and you saw something shiny. A vile with a quarter of the liquid gone.

You shook your head and let a soft laugh escape, looking up at him. He winked, messing up your hair as he walked away.

You watched him stupidly, taking another sip of your tea.

#draco malfoy #harryjamespotter #harrypotter #hermione granger #luna lovegood #neville longbottom #harry potter x reader #ron weasley #daphne greengrass #theodore nott #marietta edgecombe #slytherin

[originalwitchedits]

CHO CHANG X MARIETTA EDGECOMBE (HARRY POTTER)

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[hp-fanfic-archive]

Lately She’s Been Dressing For Revenge by thistlecat Pairing: Rita Skeeter/Marietta Edgecombe Rating: T Word Count: 300 Podfic available here Read by: wilfriede0815 Length: 0-10 minutes Star columnist and undisputed Queen of the Quill, Rita Skeeter has an unexpectedly excellent New Year's Eve despite the lackluster service at the only half-decent gay bar in Diagon Alley.

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[thistlecatfics]

Lately she’s been dressing for revenge (Rita Skeeter/Marietta Edgecombe, 300 words, T)

Star columnist and undisputed Queen of the Quill, Rita Skeeter, has an unexpectedly excellent New Year's Eve despite the lackluster bar service at the one half-decent gay bar in Diagon Alley.

Five points for the the @hpsaffics New Year’s Challenge. (+1 for each fanwork you create for a new ship +1 for each new character that you have never created for before, +1 for a New Year's themed work)

My first time creating a ship tag in Ao3! Much love as always to the HP Saffics community for inspiring unexpected femslash <3

#hp saffics #thistlecat fic #marietta edgecombe #rita skeeter #hp femslash

[alexandra-emerson]

Marietta's Revenge

As I stir in the pearl dust, the color of the brew changes to that mother-of-pearl sheen to which I’ve become accustomed. Next, the rising steam turns into spirals, and I’m overcome by the scents of cinnamon biscuits, French cologne, and salty air.

I wave the steam away from my face and carefully pour in a nearby pitcher of water. The color of the potion pales. Now, it needs to simmer for thirty minutes so some of the potency can burn off. I set the spoon to stir in languide circles and put a timer on my wand before leaving the room.

Away from the steaming potion, it’s cold, and I pull my dressing gown tight as I walk through my flat. Back in the bedroom, I dress quickly. I avoid looking in the mirror. I already know the black trousers and tailored blouse I’ve picked suit my slim frame. I don’t need to see the proof.

I choose a dark green robe and toss it on the bed, then stand by the window, watching the Muggles scurry along the pavement below my window. Like bloated ants.

In the bathroom I clean my mouth, brush my hair, and wash my face. All without meeting my reflection. But soon, I can’t put it off anymore. It’s time to confront the face in the mirror. I wince, just like I always do. Did she have to make the pustules so close together? So dark? Did she have to ensure they’d leave a scar?

Rage courses through me as I dip a few fingers into Lady Hyde’s Cover-All. I spread the cream over the scars that still spell the word SNEAK.

It was one mistake. One. Bloody. Mistake. And looking back, I still can’t see what else I could have done. It wasn’t my fault the Ministry put the wrong person in charge. It wasn’t my fault that person ended up being a horrid woman who had it out for Harry Potter. That her actions almost got in the way of him saving the world damn world. How was I supposed to know all that? I was a kid! And my mum’s job was in danger! What was I supposed to do?! I—

My wand trills, breaking into my thoughts.

I touch it to silence it, smearing the smooth hazel wood with brown makeup. I scowl, hit my hands with a quick cleaning spell, then wipe my wand with a towel, causing sparks to fly out the end. I look at the unhappy face in the mirror, then watch my frown deepen as I see the faint marks under the so-called cover-all.

Cover-all my arse. It can barely conceal a few scars. And I’ll need to reapply it in a few hours anyway. Stupid Lady Hyde and her worthless make-up.

I throw the towel into the sink and march out of the room, back to my cauldron.

This is all Hermione Granger’s fault. Everyone says she’s perfect, the Golden Girl, a selfless advocate for the underserved. Well, I’m underserved, and undeserved, and I don’t see her trying to help me! She refuses to remove the jinx. She says she can’t, but I know that’s a lie. She could, if she wanted to, but she’s a vindictive bitch. 

Unfortunately for her, she’s not alone.

My potion is ready. I add the final ingredient—a strip of a Chudley Canons hat I stole years ago—and carefully pour it into six vials. After applying a cushioning charm to each vial, I slip them into a box, fill it with crumpled pieces of paper I tear from the Daily Prophet, then address it to my dear sister, Eliana Edgecombe.

I smile and plop back on the chair. I think of Eliana, and I wonder at Hermione’s stupidity. For the brightest witch of the age, she thought nothing of hiring as her assistant the sister of a person she so thoroughly wronged. Nor did she think anything of letting that sister bring her tea every morning. Of drinking that tea. Of never checking it for potions.

My smile is so large, it’s hurting my cheeks. My eyes land on the article in the Daily Prophet, which is at the top since I’ve torn off a few pages.

War Heroes Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley to Marry This Summer

I almost bend forward to read the article again, but there’s no need. I have it memorized by now. Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Bilius Weasley will be married at his childhood home in June. They’ll be using traditional wizarding vows, complete with a soul binding spell.

I cackled when I first read that part. Even now, it draws a small laugh from me.

They almost broke it off several times. This isn’t in the Prophet. I learned this from Witch Weekly, which dedicated three separate articles to the mystery of why Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley always come so close to breaking things off while on holiday. (Eliana can’t provide Hermione’s tea every day.)

But they have no more holidays planned before the wedding. Three months. Just three more months, and I’ll be done.

Their souls will be bound, and Eliana will stop delivering special tea. That’s when Hermione will truly see the man she married, away from the cloud of teenage infatuation and potion-fueled adoration. She won’t see the prince from her dreams, but an ordinary man. Not a bad man, but certainly a terrible one for her. 

She’ll tear apart a dozen libraries researching marriage bonds, and eventually come to realize they’re inescapable. That she can either spend the rest of her life with Ronald Weasley, or alone. 

I don’t plan to tell her my role in it. I’m not stupid. But I don’t need to see the devastation first-hand. Simply knowing my part in it is enough.

I’m not the only one who will be forever haunted by a mistake from my youth.

I laugh. A loud, hearty sound that echoes around the cold and empty flat.

A/N: I wrote this for a recent writing challenge, where we were writing first-person for a character we've never written or considered. Hope you enjoyed it! It definitely gave a better explanation for Ron/Hermione than canon did, haha.

#hp fanfic #marietta edgecombe #harry potter fanfic #i wrote some words #to remind myself I still can

[stabby-apologist]

While I never favored Cho as one of Harry's love interests, I've always thought that they did Cho dirty writing her off as a traitor when really, it was her friend. It spoke to Cho's loyalty in the book that even though her mother worked for the Ministry of Magic, she didn't cave to save her mother's job and kept her loyalty intact with Harry.

I don't mind if they change stuff (I actually enjoyed the assault on the Burrow in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince), but at least if they make changes, make it make sense.

#cho chang #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry potter #snitch #harry potter and the order of the phoenix #marietta edgecombe #dolores umbridge #dumbledore's army #jk rowling #david yates #deleted scenes

[perxyweasley]

Marietta Edgecombe for @miriel-therindes​

If you met my family, you would understand

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[an-organism]

Treachery

Cho Chang/Marietta Edgecombe, 500 words

After betraying Dumbledore's Army, Marietta thinks the world is against her. Cho proves her wrong.

for @sapphicmicrofics April Prompts, Day 30: "Don't leave me."

#hp #cho chang #marietta edgecombe #hp femslash #microfic #my writing #wrote this in like an hour?? #i guess i had thoughts on these girls

[ladiesofhpfest]

Ladies of HP Fest Week 4

Week 4 of the Ladies of HP Fest is here! This week we're celebrating the Background Beauties of the series. These are the characters who have no lines, very few lines, but live in our hearts and imagination.

It's up to you to decide what background means. It could be a character like Andromeda Tonks, who we see, but she doesn't say anything. It could be characters like Hannah Abbott or Alicia Spinnet, who have a few lines each. Or, it could be characters like the Greengrass girls, who we hear almost nothing about. Where these ladies have no voice, or a small one in canon, it's your turn to give them a louder voice.

Some ideas to get you going - but like always, feel free to come up with your own!

What was it like being a background Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin while Harry & co were wreaking havoc?

Rarepair time! What was happening outside of Hogwarts? Who was getting together and who was breaking apart?

The ladies of Tom Riddle's time - was everyone after him or terrified?

Marauder era and Order unsung heroes - what were Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Emmeline Vance, and Hestia Jones up to?

OC background characters are welcome! (Was there another girl in Harry's year we didn't know about? Who roomed with Ginny Weasley?)

Good luck with all your creations this week!

If you’d like to check out previous works, here’s our 2023 Master List!

#ladies of hp #ladies of hp fest #rarepairs #andromeda tonks #hannah abbott #alicia spinnet #daphne greengrass #astoria greengrass #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #emmeline vance #hestia jones #background characters #minor characters #marietta edgecombe #penelope clearwater #millicent bulstrode #tracey davis #sally anne perks