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puredramione · 2 years

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Links for the Dramione classics you know of? From the bingo board you posted?

Happy Reading Anon, I’m sorry it took a little while to get this list together. Please mind all tags!

Isolation by bexchan - He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!"

Silencio by - One late night, hate turns to lust.

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach - It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

The Politician’s Wife by pir8fancier - This story is set twenty-three years after the fall of Voldemort. Our main characters are Ministry employees, middle-aged, and the majority of them not very happy.

The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man by ianthewaiting - Ten years after the fall of the Dark Lord, Hermione Granger leads of life of self-imposed obscurity, that is, until the day Headmistress Minerva McGonagall is murdered and a certain 'hero' is responsible.

Clean by olivieblake - Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising."

Marked by olivieblake - Two dead. Three missing. The Order is down a leader and another innocent takes the Mark. Where is the Chosen One, and who killed Draco Malfoy?

The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty - Hermione has everything she could possibly want... Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there's the thing with The Bracelet...

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone - That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop?

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie - Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

Of Crimson Joy by LittleRobbin - "Life isn't always black and white, Granger. There are just shades of grey," Hermione learns about the price of forgiveness and trust when Draco Malfoy joins the Order, three years in to the war.

The Dragon’s Bride by rizzlewrites - Following their Hogwarts Graduation party, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy wake up in a motel, naked, hungover and tattooed. They also happen to be married. Now all they have to do is undo a binding marriage spell, tell Lucius, survive Snape, and avoid a crazed killer that seems to be targeting them. This is the 20th anniversary special edition of 'The Dragon's Bride'.

The Green Girl by Colubrina - Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends?

Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes - Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham - Hermione is the one who finds Draco weeping in the bathroom. He flees. She chases him into the Room of Requirement, and the room forces them to face their greatest fears together in order to find the door.

The Fallout by everythursday - Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.

Parade Of The Sun* by everythursday - Floralis Fati is a plant with the power to control time, hidden in the wild, and protected by a magic that strips people of their own while seeking to kill them. Hermione wants it to save the world. Draco wants it to save himself. Sometimes what we want can destroy us - and sometimes it can build us new again.

We Learned The Sea by floorcoaster - Draco Malfoy turns himself in after a very successful career as a Death Eater, then enlists Harry and Hermione to help him in a scheme to bring down the Dark Lord. A story of forgiveness.

Turncoat by elizaye - Switching sides. "I have only one condition, and I trust it won't be hard for you to meet. I want Granger."

Lady Malfoy by 99cherries - "Miss Granger, you are in grave danger," he said slowly. "But the Ministry can offer you a safe place." "Where is this place?" Hermione said shakily. The man took a deep breath and looked into those brown eyes. "What do you know of Malfoy Manor?"

Simply Irresistible by bookworm1993 - Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."

Broken by inadaze22 - Draco felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him. While that disturbed him to no end, what really disgusted him was the fact that something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.

Hunted by bex-chan - Forced to work together when their old schoolmates start dying, Hermione & Draco must overcome their differences to solve the mysterious deaths. The tension in the office is getting rather...heated.

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe - Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina - Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. They have plans and they'll get power, but the cost of victory may be higher than they expected and more than they can bear.

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae - The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.”

*everythursday works I read in this file. The Fallout is available on AO3. She wrote Parade of the Sun and The Fallout, as well as many other greats! My personal favourite is A Kingdom Beside The Sea. There isn’t a day I don’t mourn the lose of Hawthorn & Vine 💔

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#dramione #classics #fanfiction #hermione x draco #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #dhr #draco malfoy #hermione and draco #hermione granger #d/hr #fanfic recommendation #ask #Anon

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mysticbewitched · 8 months

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Hello, everyone.

I wanted to share with you all that lately, I have been receiving some epiphanies about the true nature of reality and its oneness with consciousness.

Today, I had a realization about one of Neville's famous teachings about the creation of our manifestation already being finished and ready for us as creators to experience at any time.

With that said, I have chosen to let go of the beliefs of infinite realities & parallel realities on my own journey because just like many, I misunderstood what Creation Is Finished truly means in terms of consciousness.

I have come to realize that consciousness is the one and only reality. That's what the teachings of Nondualism are all about.

Oneness & unity. One reality expressing the invisible states of consciousness. Reality is consciousness.

I intend to write some posts to dive much deeper into this epiphany I had somewhere down the line whenever I am ready to share my new-found insights. I want to say that just because I have chosen to discard those beliefs does not mean that you have to do the same as well.

Always stay true to what you believe and stick with what resonates for you on your journey.

I respect everyone's journey, and I only aim to inspire those who follow me, even the ones who have different beliefs to mine.

Stay loyal to what resonates for you.

As for me personally, those beliefs of infinite realities and parallel realities no longer resonate with me at all or match up to my evolved views on my personal spiritual journey. I also say this as someone who has experienced parallel realities in my own life.

The joke of the whole thing is that I only experienced those events simply because I was an absolute avid believer in parallel realities and reality shifting.

What I believe in as the creator of my reality must be expressed. I have come to realize that those experiences were simply just a manifestation itself of my strong belief. I have thrown those beliefs away.

I am a follower of Nondualism philosophy, but I am still learning on my path, experiencing epiphanies as a creator, and I'm always striving to deepen my knowledge of Nonduality throughout my spiritual awakening.

I often choose to assume that my inner Godself intentionally leads me to having these epiphanies out of nowhere and shows me the right messages that I need to see in order for me to strengthen my own understanding of my true self, my power as a conscious manifestor, and the misunderstood philosophy of Nondualism.

On my spiritual journey, I am only interested in fundamental truth when it comes to truly understanding who I am (and who we all are) as awareness remaining the true self & consciousness as the one and only reality to experience.

Since I have been having all these different epiphanies that have shaken old beliefs right out of the door, I have decided that I want to completely start over fresh with my page and update my older posts from the beginning to reflect my epiphanies.

This may mean removing some of my older posts that no longer resonate with my evolved views.

The posts that I remove, I will most likely choose to re-write and update the content of the deleted posts to make them better than ever before.

My awaited Nondualism post will be coming out whenever I feel the most confident in my understanding and knowledge of Nondualism philosophy.

I want to completely make sure that the information that I provide is reliable, simplified, and absolutely helpful for everyone on their beautiful spiritual journey to self-realization.

If any of you are interested in hearing about my epiphany of consciousness and reality, let me know.

I wish everyone an awesome day/night. ♡

Much love to you all.

~ Mystic

#law of assumption #law of manifestation #law of consciousness #manifesting #manifestation #neville goddard #nondualism #nonduality #consciousness

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jomiddlemarch · 2 months

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You’re responsible for your rose

“Beltane, sex magic, and a botanical aphrodisiac,” Hermione said.

Someone who knew her less well than Draco did would have thought she was incredulous.

Though, to be fair, a year ago, Draco himself would have thought she was incredulous.

She was analyzing. He’d been willing to wager the contents of Malfoy Manor’s East Wing that she was developing a runic arithmantic composite set of equations to determine the odds of success.

That was because he’d wisely chosen botanical aphrodisiac for the phrase Neville had used, quoting the blithely unconcerned Luna.

Sex pollen.

If he’d said sex pollen, all bets would be off.

And their chances of having a child would be nil.

Lower than nil. Like a Dementor had got a hold of nil and sucked all its joy in nil-ness of it and left a little nil-husk.

(He’d been up most of the night before trying to figure out the most effective verbal workaround for sex pollen and had still put in a full day at the British legal division of the International Confederation of Wizards trying to reconcile the Tasmanians to the valid claims of the trans-Aeolian merpeople. It had left him a bit punchy.)

“When you consider it, as I know you are, you’ll agree that it makes sense. Synergistically and intuitively. Neville said—”

“You talked to Neville?” she interrupted, her cheeks turning pink, her dark eyes lit up. Someone less familiar with her might imagine she was angry. Well, maybe she was a little angry.

“Of course I talked to Neville, sweetheart,” Draco said, striving for the calm tone that would engender an answering calm in her and not the one that tipped her over into a seething cauldron of piqued ire. “He’s our closest friend, he’s the most brilliant Herbologist in the British Isles, and no one understands the impact of one of Bellatrix’s curses better than he does.”

“That’s true,” she said.

“And he’s the only one who Luna reliably answers and we agreed she would have an invaluable perspective on our situation,” Draco said. Hermione dropped her shoulders, a sign that she was sufficiently convinced.

“I hate that we have to ask,” she said. It was rare for her to admit it. She had decided upon a nearly invariable, inviolable determined cheer as her approach, which served her well in the face of the advice tendered, generally unasked for, by various Weasleys (though never Bill or Fleur, who had permanently endeared themselves to Draco therein), both Patils, Minerva McGonagall, and the cadre of “fertility specialists” that St. Mungo’s purported to have, though their expertise had been based on outdated herbals, a faulty grasp of lunar charms, and a misguided belief in the addition of gigglewort to any Potion.

She had not reacted well to the gigglewort. And her insincere gales of laughter had not done much for his stamina. His climax had been due solely to hydraulics that time.

“I know,” he said. He’d learned not to offer any additional commentary that started with But. But our friends don’t mind helping. But it’s what we need to do. But if we don’t, there won’t be a brown-eyed baby with curly blond hair to be carried in one of those Muggle baby-rucksack contraptions.

“I thought when Riddle died and she was gone, it would be over,” Hermione said. “And it’s not.”

She was Bellatrix, his aunt, the witch who had cursed Hermione under the Malfoy chandelier, a moment which had been the inflection point for Draco, landing him squarely, irretrievably in Hermione’s court, Order of the Phoenix, falling in love with a woman he had never expected to do more than nod civilly at him and hold her tongue. Bellatrix had added something to the Crucio-carving combination she’d unleashed on Hermione, something purely Black, something Voldemort would not have recognized nor approved, a waste of her power on extinguishing an enemy. It had made it well-night impossible for Hermione to conceive with a Pureblood, let alone another member of the Black family.

Andromeda, when consulted, had shut her eyes for a long moment and muttered Toujours pur, before offering a pat on the shoulder and offer of a slice of apple tart. She’d also been the one to point out Hermione would have met the same fate had she married a Longbottom, Weasley, Prewett or Potter.

(It was worse marrying a Black. She might have carried a Squib to term with another Pureblood.)

(It had taken three miscarriages to convince Hermione it wasn’t simply bad luck. Draco had had his suspicions after the first, when she’d jerked away when he touched the arm still scarred with Mudblood in Bellatrix’s jagged script.)

(He hadn’t told her what he suspected. He wished to be colossally wrong. He had a decent track record in that regard.)

“It is and it isn’t. Like the tide on the shore,” Draco said. The visual soothed him and Hermione had a fondness for the ocean, memories of trips to the seaside as a child. It could possibly help.

She took a long breath and harrumphed it out in a way he found endlessly adorable. She also used it when she’d lost her latest match of Wizarding chess to Ron, whom Draco tolerated because what else could he do and at least the man, grown up (so far up, truly, were there Giants somewhere in the Prewett line because the man was a bloody tower), had learned to appreciate Hermione and smiled at Draco, a little secret smile, when she furrowed her brow squinting at the board, moving a piece that was going to put her into check in another two moves.

“Beltane isn’t a problem,” she said. “Unless, do we have to be naked in the woods?”

“No, indoors, you in lingerie works,” Draco said, grinning.

Luna had suggested they couple on a ley-line and not to discount the amplification of earth magic and bad puns. Draco planned to save that suggestion for another time.

“For the sex magic, Coniugalis? Procreo melior? Izorratu?” she said.

Draco reached over and picked up her left hand, the one with the ring he’d given her. He cast windlessly exclusively with his right hand and he let her feel the magic warm across his palm.

“Witch’s choice, I believe,” he said. “I’ve heard tell Izorratu is the most fun.”

“I suppose having fun isn’t a confounding variable,” she said.

“Might even help,” he said.

“Do we really have to use sex pollen, Draco?” she asked.

“I said botanical aphrodisiac,” he replied.

“Right, but I knew you meant sex pollen,” she said. “It’s so…campy.”

“Like, camping? Tents and fishing? Too much like your great Horcrux Hunt?” he said.

“No, like badly written media. Like Celestina Warbeck covering Elton John,” she said. “It’s not like I don’t already want you.”

“I assure you, that’s mutual,” he said. “I can check with Neville. He’d be the one harvesting the pollen for us.”

“I wonder, you said botanical aphrodisiac. Maybe we can just use chocolate?” Hermione said.

Draco considered. Hermione had previously demonstrated some delightfully unrestrained randiness after consuming a chocolate lava cake, a pudding whose name had made him turn up his nose while she insisted it was haute cuisine among Muggles. There had been so much heartbreak and misery in the past several months and if it didn’t work, they could take a break and wait for the next Beltane. Or she might want to try that in-vitro thing her parents had mentioned, even if it was going to require Confunding some Muggles in the NHS to accomplish.

“I don’t see why not,” he said, then paused while an idea occurred to him. “Truffles might split the difference.”

“What?”

“We could see whether Hannah can whip up some chocolate truffles with passionfruit filling and dust the top with the pollen,” Draco said. “Less campy, more romantic?”

“You are terribly clever, aren’t you?” she said.

“I’m clever enough to have married the Brightest Witch of Her Age,” he replied.

Later, Draco decided it was relocating to the charming, high-end inn on a ley-line that was responsible for the triplets and that if they’d stayed home and gobbled the truffles in their bedroom, Hermione wearing a pair of woolly socks and nothing else, Scorpius and Leo would not have been accompanied by Roseline. He didn’t mention this to anyone but Luna still caught his eye and winked when she saw him.

She didn’t have to lobby him to become his daughter’s godmother. They did, however, have a lengthy discussion about the risks of any Fae involvement, with Draco a hard no. Luna only said.

“We’ll see. And I mean, Roseline and me. And perhaps her mother. And Scorpius. Leo is most obviously 100% in agreement with you.”

Leo, at that moment, was fast asleep.

Draco did not argue.

Tagging @ficwip for the Hey Sweetheart 2024

#hey sweetheart #dramione #tw: miscarriage #tw: infertility #tw: trauma #other than that #humor #tropes #romance #happily married #epilogue what epilogue #hermione x draco #BFF Neville #luna lovegood #ron weasley #worldbuilding #angst and fluff #babyfic

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annabellelupin · 10 months

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thoughts I've had while re reading poa as a marauders fan, part 2 (chapters 5)

chapter 5

- girlfriend???? girlfriend???? Percy doesn't have a girlfriend Penelope and him are just very gay friends, his boyfriend is oliver

- everytime it's mentioned Percy has a girlfriend I want to die (I have nothing against Penelope at all but they're both very very gay whyyy are they together)

- Remus jdjdjdnd

- did Ron just say a murder wouldn't mess with harry if him and hermione were there wow the audacity

- the way Remus casually has a bunch of chocolate with him

- wonder what memories could possibly help Remus cast a patronus since most of his better ones probably cause more pain than everything

- also Remus saying sirius' name i am not ok you know that's gotta hurt him

- idk why the fact remus knew harrys name is pointed out cause he's famous and basically everyone knows him just by his looks

- also who in hell was like yep let the soul sucking demons around the little teen wizards uwu

- I think chocolate is really associated with like dementor trauma recovery since sweets often act as like dopamine or whoever you spell it for some people

- I forgot McGonagall had glasses

- did she in the movies? if she did I can't remember

- what's up with the glasses erasure in the movies 😒 /jk

- Pomfrey and McGonagall are married prove me wrong

- also literally the adults in this book have no logic yes let's give a 14 year old a magical item that allows you to go back in time so she can take more classes but not use it and go back before mold voldy was born and make sure he never is born cause he was basically a product of,,,,, forced love to put it nicely,,,, anyways and shouldn't exist

- Dumbledore, "It was just Harry's canon event, his parents had to die or he would never become the chosen one"

- Miguel ohara shit going on fr here

- Spiderman harry confirmed?????

- oh no Dumbledore was subjected to glasses erasure too

- and percy

- literally trusting Dumbledore is ur worse decision every harry like dude literally pulls you out of class 6th year to go on some dangerous quests of death during school time he's like fuck ur education harry less go die

- im quickly realizing no one in the movies look how they do in the books like

- also it's super unrealistic that all the "better" wizards come from Gryffindor like yk ravenclaw probably has more people that are successful (ok look biased opinion but it's true)

- snape if ur homophobic just say that

- we all know ur wolfstars number one hater but for fucks sake man

- just say it

- why else would you hate remus sm for Sirius and James are ur enemies man

- it'd make sense if Neville was forgetful do to trauma yk

- but ok look Dumbledore stop fucking hiring mentally unstable teachers I mean for ffs old man

- hagrids a good guy but he should've never been a teacher

- and remus is very questionable

- love the man but questionable

#poa #prisoner of azkaban #harrypotter #remus lupin #harry potter #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #wolfstar #percy weasley

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Black Roses - First Year - Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader

Title: First-Year

Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother and father (Mentioned), Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna (Mentioned), Neville (Mentioned), Crabbe (Mentioned), Goyle (Mentioned), Pansy (Mentioned), Voldemort (Mentioned), McGonagall, and The Sorting Hat

WC: 1,230

Warnings: Mention of adoption, Reader has a mother and father, slight family angst, and sarcastic reader

Your life was a complicated story filled with twists and turns down dark narrow paths. You knew you were different ever since you found out who your birth father was. It wasn't very... Pleasant news, to say the least. You knew your mother and father were not your birth parents. It was quite obvious from their genes. Their hair color contracted yours, along with their eye colors. From an early age, you knew something had happened that caused your true parents to abandon you and leave with another couple. You didn't find out why until much later on.

But now it seemed like everything was coming together. Receiving your Hogwarts letter, you knew, like your adoptive parents, that you were destined for greatness. Though, they were persistent in wanting you in the house of Slytherin. You knew not of the power of the houses, nor their dynamics. Yet, you were wise and cunning for your age, and so they were hopeful that you'd get in.

FIRST YEAR

Walking into the Grand Hall, you looked around in awe at the marvelous space. There were tables running the whole length of the hall, made of brown oak. The Great Hall felt more like a ballroom than a lunchroom. As you walked towards the front of the grand room, you stood with the other first years, waiting to be sorted.

The sorting process was quick, with each student being called to sit and let the magical hat decide their house. Being held under so much stress of getting into Slytherin ate away at you slowly. You just hoped to get in, if anything, as long as it wasn't Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. You didn't want to have to deal with people who would judge you because of your heritage. You might even be forced to face certain death. But no one would choose Slytherin over Ravenclaw, right?

"Miss Y/N!" McGonagall called you up.

The Sorting Hat's voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. "Behold! I shall sort you by virtue, and see what house you belong to!"

You walked up the small set of stairs and hopped onto the stool as the older witch placed the magical hat on your head.

Immediately, he spoke, "Ah! Interesting. Cunning and ambitious. Yet, you're also smart and witty. Courageous and trustworthy; like a lion and a honey badger. Very interesting." He murmured, more to himself than to you.

You shut your eyes, incredibly anxious for the hat's answer.

"Slytherin!" The hat yelled and the Slytherin table cheered for their new housemate. You smiled, making your way to an open spot at the table, next to a boy your age with platinum blonde hair.

He smiled, "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." He said, extending his hand.

You shook it, "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Malfoy."

Draco smirked, "Please, call me Draco."

You smirked back, a small glint in your eyes, "Draco."

~~~

For the next couple of weeks, you became friends with Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. Well, more the boys than her, she didn't seem to like you that much. You had gotten a letter from your parents, relieved that you had gotten into their desired house. You simply tossed the letter away. In a couple of weeks, you started studying at Hogwarts, you didn't really care about the house rivalries. It was rather childish, in your opinion.

You didn't hide your friendships with other students from other houses. Not even when you started talking to Harry Potter. He was quite surprised when you went over to introduce yourself to him and his friends. You had then learned that he was the chosen one. The one your parents had spoken about in hushed whispers most days when you had been home. He had survived the Dark Lords' killing curse with the power of love.

When you talked to him, he was kind to you, even his friend Hermione was too. Ron, he was a bit timid around you, being Slytherin and all. But, he warmed up to you. You had started to enjoy your classes, especially Potions where you had found a friend in Neville Longbottom. Neville was always there for you whenever you needed help. Even in Herbology, which you weren't too good at. And Luna Lovegood, helped you study on multiple occasions, even Hermione would sometimes join.

~~~

Walking up to the trio with purpose and a small smirk on your lips, you stood before them. Harry paused what he was saying to turn to you, giving you a curious once-over before speaking, "Um... Hello."

You brought your hand out, "Hi. I'm Y/N. You must be Harry. A lot of people are talking about you." You added after your introduction as Harry shook your hand.

Harry gave you a sheepish smile, "Yeah, they are. I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

You dropped your hand and clasped them in front of you, "So, who are you? Some famous wizard's child or something?" You asked curiously, and Harry's eyes widened.

"You don't know?" The red-headed boy asked beside Harry, rather shocked.

You frowned slightly, "Know what?" You asked, looking from Harry, to the red-head, to the lone girl.

"Harry's the Chosen One for bloody sake!" The red-head exclaimed and your eyes widened.

"Oh! My parents have spoken about you. Do you really have a scar?" You asked and Harry nodded, brushing up his unruly bangs to show you the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Wow, that's amazing! My parents said something about how you survived the Dark One's curse, that's so admirable!" You compliment the young boy who flushed bright red, the tips of his ears matching his cheeks.

"Thanks..." He mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Oh!" You widen your eyes, "I haven't introduced myself to you two. I'm Y/N." You spoke, shaking the redhead's hand and the lone girl's hand, smiling brightly.

You then shook the redhead's hand, "I'm Ron... It's also nice to meet you, I guess." He spoke, slightly anxious.

"I'm Hermione. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." Hermione spoke, taking your offered hand and shaking it.

Hermione nudged him in the side, glaring at him as he raised his hands slightly in offense. "What? She's a Slytherin." He muttered quietly, yet you heard him.

Hermione turned to you with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry about him. He doesn't think before he speaks." But you shook your head with a knowing smile.

"No, it's alright. If I was in your shoes, I would be hesitant too. But, there is no need to worry. House rivalries are childish and petty. You should focus on your studies, and try not to worry over such things." You spoke kindly, ignoring the red-haired boy who glared at you.

"I'll try," He muttered, and you could tell he meant it… Maybe.

Hermione motioned toward you, "That's what I've been trying to tell him too." She smiled and chuckled softly.

“Awesome! Girl power!” You say, high-fiving her, before looking over and seeing Draco watching you from across the way. "Well, his Royal Highness is beckoning me." You sighed, turning back to the three. "Hopefully, I'll see you all later?" You asked and Harry immediately nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, for sure." Hermione agreed, and Ron reluctantly once she nudged him in the side again.

You waved goodbye and left with a lightened heart.

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b1mb0slvt · 28 days

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It is interesting to question why

Can we say that it could be her “non-canonical beauty”? because going to what we have in terms of content we will not find anything. We know he is a father who died young…. there is no content to fall in love with. only idealization they may have about him not the beauty of the actor in the film, but the beauty chosen by the fans themselves.

it could also be the influence the book has. in the sense of the influence that the characters have on the people who are reading. The book is told from the Gryffindor's point of view. where James is the savior of the wizarding war. the one who fought against black magic to protect his family. He ended up dying but his legacy continued. your son was alive. the son who is "equal" to him. As the story progresses, more and more characters are introduced to compare the two. Harry, for those reading, is the golden boy. Harry is presented as the salvation of the wizarding world. the one who will lead out of darkness and wash to glory.

the comparison of harry with james plus this vision that is placed on harry makes people have in their unconscious that james would be the same thing.

True, I wanted to see the Slytherins pov so bad

I wanted to know more about him and his personality.

It pissed me off that people think just because harry is a good kid = his father was good

(off topic but can we talk about how Neville was also so close to be the chosen one?)

#james potter #severus snape #harry potter #neville longbottom #the boy who lived

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dinosaurqueen27 · 2 years

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Nightshade Berries

Seamus Finnigan x fem!reader

Word count: 837

Warnings: None

I TOOK THIS DOWN (out of embarrassment) BECAUSE IT WAS FOUND BY SOMEONE I KNOW BUT IM REALLY PROUD OF IT SO IM PUTTING IT BACK UP!

notes: just a short one shot I had this written ages ago but it was terrible so I fixed it! (Hopefully) Also I imagine the character as being chubby or plus sized but that’s just me it’s not explicitly stated so read it however you like 👍

Gif not mine credits to owner

It was in her first year of Hogwarts that she met Seamus Finnigan. It was only due to unforeseen circumstances that they even became friends.

Potions class had dragged on for a full 30 minuets before anyone even got to look at a cauldron. Everyone was itching to start, all excited to mix the unusual ingredients together to create something magical.

The task was to make a successful forgetfulness potion by the end of the lesson. (Y/N) stood by a long brown bench that spread the width of the room, it was lined with cauldrons, phials, jars and Littered with stains from strange liquids, spilled ink pots and scorch marks from spitting cauldrons.

All students were separated into groups of two, chosen by professor Snape, leaving most students upset with not being able to work with their new friends. (Y/N) had been partnered with a small boy with rather large pixie ears and a thick Irish accent.

"Okay add in two drops of Lethe River water and stir it clockwise." She instructed him. The boy followed the directions and set the spoon on the side. "What do we do now?" He asked. She looked through the book on the desk, it's leather binding falling apart and brown pages withering away. It had been purchased from the second hand shelf in Flourish and Blotts. Though it was dusty and covered in stains (Y/N) loved it all the same her first real spell book.

"Add in 4 crushed mistletoe berries and then we should be done." Seamus nodded and left to the Ingredients cupboard to retrieve the jar of white berries.

"Hey (Y/N) We’re having a nightmare here could you help us out." She looked over to Dean, his spoon had fallen into the cauldron and the sleeves of his robes were soaked in the potion. His partner Neville seemed to be having his own issues. He had dropped his wand and bent down to retrieve it but in standing back up bumped his head on the bottom of the desk knocking a bundle of valerian sprigs onto the floor scattering them all over the place. Dean had a look of distress across his face and (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at the poor boy. She walked over to help him out and retrieve his spoon from the red bubbling liquid.

(Y/N) had completely forgotten about Seamus in those three minutes concerned more with gathering all the sprigs together and get the boys a new spoon. That was until she was being tugged across the desk by the back of her robes. "Is it supposed to do that!" Seamus asked in a panicked state. The once ruby red liquid had turned a vile sickly green and was bubbling ferociously.

"No! What did you do?" She asked him. "I put in 4 nightshade berries just like you told me too." He lifted the jar filled with little black berries. There appearance non threatening compared to the damage they could do.

"Mistletoe berries I said Mistletoe Berries Seamus." She covered her face with her hands. "Look it's moving..." He announced. They both turned to look over the edge of the cauldron and watched the constant harsh bubbling rattled the table and everything on its surface until it suddenly stopped and remained still. They both peered into the cauldron and watched as a large bubble formed on the surface of the liquid.

BOOM!

Black soot and smoke was sent up towards their faces and the smell of putrid sick and singed hair hung in the air. "AAAAHHH!"

"Your eyebrows!" She exclaimed they were burnt clean off of his face and replaced with patches of black soot. "Your hair!" He shouted as he pointed at her. 'Oh no oh god please no don't be true' She walked towards the window and stared at her reflection the left side of her hair had been singed short and was covered in black ash along with her face and robes.

"(Y/L/N), Finnigan." Snape walked to wards the two crispy looking children. "Get out of my classroom that's 25 points each from your houses, go and clean yourselves up." The rest of the class sat giggling quietly at the misfortune of the two as they left the class, finding it rather hilarious. That is until Snape picked up the closest book and slammed it onto the desk instantly silencing them.

While walking along the corridor on the way to the hospital wing (Y/N) decided to end the silence between them. "This was your fault you know, if you had just listened to me we wouldn't be in this situation.” "Yeah well at least we're okay, it could have been worse." She stared at him with a blank expression until her lip quirked slightly up . "Yeah actually your right, I could have ended up with no eyebrows." she teased and walked away. "Well that's not very nice!" He called after her rushing to catch up.

“Let’s hope Madam Pomfry has something for hair regrowth.”

#harry potter #seamus #x reader #seamus finnigan #harry potter x y/n #oneshot #chubby reader #fem!reader #plus size reader

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The Lost King: movie review

TLDR: not as Ricardian as I was expecting, but definitely a Ricardian movie. Enjoyable, but the historical arguments were weak.

I want to grab the makers of this movie and shake them and shout RICHARD III IS AN IMPORTANT HISTORICAL FIGURE AND THEREFORE WORTHY OF FINDING HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE “THE RIGHTFUL KING” NOR DOES HE HAVE TO BE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

My favourite part of the film was Harry Lloyd as the ghost of Richard III. He was just great.

One moment that i loved, being a nerd, was when Philippa goes to a bookshop and asks about books on King Richard III and the woman says “we have 8 titles” “I’ll take them” “which ones?” “all of them.” MOOD.

Given that Philippa Langley was a producer on this movie I was worried they’d portray her as flawless but she felt like a real person rather than a saint. Even Richard’s ghost is like “your interest in me is getting obsessive.”

I also liked the portrayal of ME. It felt like the moviemakers did their homework. The score at times was pretty overpowering and maybe a bit too whimsical.

“Tudor propaganda” this and “Tudor historians” that. This movie never acknowledges that anti-Richard Yorkists existed. Richard wasn’t just brought down by Henry Tudor, he was brought down by a Yorkist-Tudor coalition. Let’s not erase the teamwork of Elizabeth Woodville and Margaret Beaufort!

There is one passing mention of Anne Neville, yaaaaaaay.

I dislike this movie’s implication that anti-Ricardians are ableist or they can’t see past Shakespeare. Ricardians aren’t the only ones reading sources!

Now on to the feeble historical arguments this movie allows to go unchallenged:

“Shakespeare made up the hunchback”.

No. Shakespeare took the idea of Richard’s back and the idea of him having an abnormal birth from Thomas More’s history.

“Richard III wasn’t a usurper but the rightful king! Edward was married to Eleanor Butler! His marriage to Elizabeth Woodville was invalid!”

Even if Eleanor was the ‘true wife’ of Edward IV (and isn’t it convenient that both were dead when Richard argued this?) Edward V was his father’s chosen heir. Edward IV specifically said he wanted Richard to be Protector, not king. If Edward IV wanted Richard to be king or considered him the rightful heir...he could have named Richard. He was the king!

“Richard didn’t kill Edward of Warwick or his nieces or his sister’s seven sons!”

Duh he didn’t. They were behind him in the line of succession! And if Edward of Warwick was technically ahead of Richard in the line of succession.... that means Richard wasn’t actually the rightful king Philippa.

“In Henry VII’s first speech he doesn’t mention the princes’ murder, why? They were still alive!”

That’s a huge leap of logic oml. These two things...just don’t connect.

“Richard III established innocent until proven guilty!” “Richard wanted a more just society”.

We’re really not going to mention the time he had people disembowelled for talking shit about him?

“Richard was an advocate for the printing press when people thought it was the work of the devil”

OK, first of all, Edward IV was Caxton’s patron and early printed works were dedicated to Elizabeth of York so jot that down. Stop acting like Richard was THE innovator here. Also, work of the devil?? What’s the source for that??

“Richard provided the safe strong leadership the country needed”

His coup killed Richard Grey, William Hastings, and Anthony Woodville. With no trial. Then he was on the throne for 2 years, and there were 2 attempts to remove him and the second succeeded. How low are your standards??

Nevertheless, the movie wasn’t as Ricardian as I thought it would be. Philippa asks Richard’s ghost “did you have them killed?” and he doesn’t say no. He simply asks her what she thinks. Also one character says we mustn’t sanctify OR demonise people.

This movie has caused controversy because there’s a character we’re clearly meant to hate called Richard Taylor. He’s patronising, dismissive, and pretty ableist too, so ableist that Philippa calls him out publicly and educates him that “having a disability doesn’t make you evil.”

Unfortunately there’s a real guy called Richard Taylor, and I can see why he’s planning on suing for defamation. This was an easily avoidable problem! Just change the goddamn names, or have some proof that the real Taylor was a dick!

#richard iii #the lost king #ricardians for ts

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1994 — 2002 (WITT One-Shot)

Words: 2,867

Summary: I was missing 14y/o Merry

Series’ Masterlist

In the summer after their third year at Hogwarts, Mel and Harry knew all about their past and how it was intertwined. Now aware of their forgotten history, something in their friendship had shifted.

It felt like having Mel in his life was meant to be. He'd always wondered if Mel was his friend out of a necessity to defend each other from bullies, and perhaps that was true, but now he was the first friend her parents had chosen for her.

Selfishly, Harry was pleased, he had an advantage over the Slytherin boy she was friends with. Though he wasn't that worried about him. He didn't remember what Erick Flint was supposed to look like, in his head he was a younger version of Marcus Flint, only less stupid if he'd been smart enough to get into Mel's good graces.

"What are you thinking?"

Harry gave a start, Mel was looking at him from under the tree where she liked to sit every day. She was grinning, he was probably looking like an idiot, eyes absent and staring at his feet.

"If you're done pretending to be a garden gnome, can you come here and help me?"

Harry stood without even asking what she needed, when he realized he'd obeyed too quickly, he stopped. "Help you with what?"

Mel showed him her camera, she was trying to tie a new strap around the small slot, but it kept slipping from her fingers. "I need you to hold the camera while I tie this, my hands are too sweaty to do both."

Harry sat in front of her, his knee grazed the skin of her leg and he tried to ignore the shocks that came from it. Mel was focused on her task: her brows were furrowed, and the tip of her tongue was peering from between her lips. A lock of hair was falling on her face and she was unconsciously tilting her head to get it off.

Harry acted on instinct, his hand reached up and pushed the hair behind her ear. The girl didn't move away, but she looked at him with wide eyes and to Harry that felt like a clear sign of rejection.

"Sorry," he apologized. "You had... your hair was getting in the way and you were... I helped."

Even though none of what he'd said made sense to him, Mel understood. That was another great thing about her. She smiled, nodding shortly. "Thank you."

Mel grabbed the camera and put the strap around her neck. Harry got up, but he still had the mind to reach down and help her. Mel's grip tightened around his fingers and kept him in place.

She lifted her camera and stood closer. "Smile big, Glasses!"

Harry shook his head, but he was smiling. He leaned closer until their faces were pressed against one another.

"Happy birthday, Mellow..."

The moment Mel pressed the button, he moved his head and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Ron wasn't going to admit he missed Harry, nor that he regretted their fight, but he was a little glad he didn't have to hear him whining about Mel and Erick.

"I feel a little bad for Harry," Dean admitted one morning. "I'm starting to believe he didn't put his name in."

"Of course he didn't, he's not stupid," Ron was quick to reply.

"You don't think he put his name in?" Seamus was confused.

"I don't."

"Then why are you mad at him?"

Ron avoided his eyes. "That's my business."

Dean raised a brow, he spotted Harry seated at the Gryffindor table and smirked. "Well, rotten luck or no luck, he still has something we don't."

Ron looked at him blankly, Seamus as well. Dean nodded towards Harry.

"Mel Dumbledore."

The students were seated one next to the other. Mel was talking nonstop as usual, and she was using her hands a lot with exaggerated gestures to make Harry laugh. His expression was so adoring Ron looked away with second-hand embarrassment.

Seamus sighed. "Had I known she was going to look like that, I would've tried harder to be her friend during our first year. I would've teased her less. Neville and Harry were smart."

Ron looked at him with disgust. "Not you too!"

Dean chortled. "Come off it, Ron, you really don't like her? She's pretty!"

He squirmed with dislike, he couldn't talk about his friend that way.

"I've had her sleep in my house and everything. Ginny and Mel are practically the same person for me."

Dean sat down next to him at the table and squeezed his shoulder. "So what? I have sisters too, but they're not like her. Mel's another breed, I tell you. I like girls that feel like a challenge."

"You better watch your mouth around Harry," Ron warned him, though he was close to shutting him up himself. "If he hears you talking like that he won't find it funny."

Dean glanced at Mel again with a little pout. "Is it true, then?"

"What thing?"

"That they're dating."

Seamus stared at Ron in anticipation, but the boy knew nothing about Mel and Harry. They were really dodgy about everything. Harry never admitted anything out loud, even if he wasn't exactly hiding his feelings. Mel had said something to Ron before, but she'd get really mad if it was brought up.

The young wizard stared at Harry and Mel, the idiots were holding hands at the moment, and it was clear that they were oblivious to this. They would do that often: hug and hold hands, and the worst part was that they didn't seem to realize they were doing it.

"You have eyes, don't you?" Ron was not on speaking terms with Harry, but he wasn't going to put other boys in his way!

Hermione arrived for breakfast and Ron's eyes followed her: she spotted Harry and Mel, stopped in her tracks, and grimaced. He called her name and invited her over. Hermione's face lit up and Ron's chest felt warm and giddy, at least someone was happy to have him around.

"Thank god you're here," she sighed, sitting next to him. Hermione was a really sweet girl when they weren't fighting. "I didn't want to eat in front of that."

The four children looked at the pair again, now Mel was laughing at whatever Harry was telling her, and his eyes were really bright, the way he carried himself was always different when talking to Mel.

"And they wonder why people speculate about them," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"But we promise not to tell others!" Dean insisted. "You must know, Hermione, you're her best friend!"

Hermione drank a bit of her juice before replying, she glanced at Ron and he shrugged a little in reply. The girl placed her glass on the table. "Well, you're not blind, are you?"

Seamus snorted. Dean muttered, "No."

"Then you can see for yourself."

Dean and Seamus dropped the subject, and Ron started a conversation with Hermione while they were distracted.

"But really— you don't know?"

Hermione was as frustrated as him. "Oh, honestly! It'd be easier to guess Professor McGonagall's shampoo brand."

"They went to the Yule ball together and when they walk to class she's always holding him close—"

"No, mate, Cho Chang said he asked her to the ball! Why would he do that if he's dating Mel Dumbledore?"

"Merlin..." Erick got up from his table and picked up his books with annoyance.

The little respect he had for Mel and Harry was hanging on a thread. Everyone, and he really meant everyone, knew they were gone over each other. He couldn't believe Mel was so stupid about this when she'd proved many times she had a sharp mind.

His feet took him to the courtyard. The hiding spot where Mel and he used to go to when they wanted to talk during their first year as friends. He was thinking too much about her. The situation with Mel was annoying him more than it should.

He'd been trying to forget Anne and move on, and Mel had been parading around school with Harry following her everywhere, she could be happy if she wanted to and still had the nerve to say that she couldn't. And he was the strong-headed one!

Erick growled and kicked the ground to release a bit of tension, he made his way to Herbology and spotted Mel and Hermione on their way to class, Harry and Ron walking behind them with easy-going smiles on their faces.

Mel was talking heatedly about something, describing something that was big and disgusting, judging by her facial expressions. Maybe about Hagrid's skrewts. Hermione, Ron and Harry were laughing at her antics, and Erick smiled without meaning to.

She had that effect on people, Mel could make him laugh even if he wanted to be angry. She could also piss him off if he annoyed her enough. He guessed that maybe she just had the talent to sneak into people's hearts and then pull whatever strings she felt like pulling.

The girl was loud and took too much space, she could go unnoticed and then catch everyone's eye with a single word. She was too much for such a tiny body, she barely reached his shoulder and yet sometimes was able to intimidate him with one look. Erick couldn't wrap his head around the idea that despite of all this, Harry was infatuated with her.

Other people he could understand. They were obsessed with looks and Mel was growing up to be appealing, stunning even, if she could learn some manners. But how could Harry fancy her knowing all there was to know and tolerate?

Mel's head turned as if she'd been hearing his thoughts, she looked at him so pointedly Erick gulped and stepped back, rattled by her gaze. She told something to her friends, before making her way towards Erick.

"Good day, Flint!" She said.

"Hi," he replied tensely. They were in the middle of a busy hall. "What do you need?"

He studied the crowd anxiously, no one seemed to be paying them attention at the moment, too busy trying to get to class.

"I have something for you," she said brightly. "Tomorrow's your birthday, isn't it?"

He frowned. "Joseph told you, didn't he?"

"Well, evidently, it wasn't you," she chuckled. "Give me a moment..."

Erick looked over her head to see Hermione and Harry arguing quietly, Ron was beside them laughing at the scene. The witch was pulling Harry along but he was fighting back, she was trying to take him away, but he didn't want to leave Mel alone with Erick.

The Slytherin smiled mockingly at Mel's friend, he stepped closer, enough so their shoulders were touching.

"What are you looking for?"

His eyes fixed on Mel's face but he could still look at Harry out of the corner of his eyes. However, it was Ron who gave two steps forward, suddenly not as amused, but Hermione seized him as well and pulled him back. Now she was scolding both boys.

"This!" Mel said abruptly, making him jump. She was holding a wonderfully wrapped present. "Mum helped, I kept tangling the tape and ripping the paper on accident— Happy birthday!"

It wasn't a huge present, but it moved him. He took it with shaky hands, blood rushing up to his cheeks. "What is it?"

"You'll have to find out for yourself, I'm late for class," she replied, hanging her backpack over one shoulder.

Mel placed her hand over his for a moment, it was warm. Her eyes twinkled with appreciation, and Erick understood Harry at last.

"I don't want you to be bothered if any of your housemates see us, so I won't hug you," she sighed. "If someone asks you can say I'm giving you— dunno, commemorative gifts for the champions or whatever."

Erick cleared his throat. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it! You've given me birthday presents for years, it was time I returned the gesture."

She turned on her heels and made her way back to her friends, her hair reflecting the sunlight. Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be seen, but Harry was waiting at the end of the hall looking grumpy. The expression vanished as soon as Mel grabbed a hold of his hand.

Erick sighed, shaking his head. "So daft."

February 2002

Mel had almost forgotten her mother's birthday on Valentine's and now she had no idea what day it was. Which was funny, considering it was tightly connected to the one thing keeping her mind fuzzy.

"My god, is this your dress?" Anne gasped.

Mel looked over her shoulder and saw her looking at the drawings on the coffee table Luna had sketched for her.

"Yeah! Isn't it lovely?"

"Your friend's got a great eye for unique things," Anne hummed appreciatively. "Isn't it getting late, though?"

"Huh?"

"You called yesterday saying you had plans with Harry and your mum's working so you needed someone to babysit Leon," Anne checked the calendar and pointed at the date. "It was today, wasn't it? The 24th?"

Mel dropped the plate she'd been washing, swearing out loud. "Harry!"

She repaired the broken plate and ran up to her bedroom, five minutes later she came back wearing a sundress and brushed her hair with her fingers.

"It's our anniversary," she explained quickly. "Harry said he'd be home after lunch, and I took the day off so I could be ready— I can't believe I keep forgetting this stuff!"

Anne chuckled, leaning against the wall. "You forgot your anniversary?"

"It doesn't happen often," Mel pouted. "I've been busy with work and then with the wedding— Harry helps of course, but my mind's been circling around the whole thing and I can't help but get distracted by it."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Is it too different, when you move on from the puppy-love phase?"

The young woman tilted her head. "Dunno. Our relationship was a little intermittent at first, you know. It was really sweet and innocent," she looked away, a bit self-conscious. "Then stuff happened, and we grew distant... at some point, I think I did not like him at all."

Anne was surprised to hear this. "How did this happen, then? Why did you get back together?"

"Well, after what happened to Harry in the Ministry, and what happened to me the night my uncle died, and Harry had dated another girl, I'd dated other boys too... I guess by then love meant something different."

Mel walked up to a chair and sat down, deep in thought.

"When we were younger we were 'having fun'. We had no rules or obligations. When we turned seventeen it was a serious deal. Commitment. There was a war going on, we had to come to terms with seeing the other die. It wasn't fun, but... it was the one thing Voldemort couldn't take away. It made us stronger."

She felt too embarrassed to continue, so she got up and grabbed her jacket.

"So... is it true that you don't feel in love once you get used to the routine?" Anne questioned. "I mean, you went through all that, and you stayed together... but is it love, or does it feel like routine?"

"I can tell you with total certainty that I'm in love with Harry," Mel brushed it off with a smile. "I wake up every day feeling the luckiest person in the world because my best friend is also the love of my life."

"What?"

Mel grinned, she'd been staring at her boyfriend for quite some time.

"You're looking at me like you know something I don't," Harry insisted, raising a brow. "What is it?"

"Anne asked me if I was in love with you the same way I was when we were fourteen."

"And what did you tell her?"

"That I'm not."

Harry frowned. "Why not?"

"Because it's so much better now," she reached for his hand. "Knowing we have decades and decades ahead of us. It's not the same."

Harry tilted his head. "Isn't it?"

"No, Glasses. C'mon, you have to know what I mean!" She whined. "At fourteen it felt like everything could go wrong, one mistake and I could lose you forever... and for a while, I did lose you."

He looked guilty at the statement, he'd never managed to forgive himself for how badly he'd ended things back when they were kids. Harry lifted her hand and kiss it. "So now is better because you don't feel worried?"

"Exactly."

"Don't you miss it a little bit?"

"Miss what?"

There was a playful smile forming on his face. "The wondering, or the jolts that came from brushing hands or stuff like that— you know, the thrill."

"No wonder you're an Auror, speaking like that," she teased him. "I still get goosebumps sometimes, but I won't tell you what causes them, you'll use it against me."

"I would never," he frowned, though his voice was giving him away.

Harry's free hand reached for her face and he leaned forward, kissing her firmly. She got a pleasant tug in her stomach at the gesture, tightening her grip on the hand she was still holding.

"There's one thing I don't miss," he spoke against her lips. "I couldn't kiss you as often as I do now."

"I don't miss having to hide either," she added. "But you know what's the best part?"

He responded with a low hum, too focused on staying close to her.

Mel moved and looked at him trying not to laugh. "Our friends don't have to listen to our ramblings about how much we like each other, and how it hurts to not be reciprocated."

Harry chortled. "Yeah, bet they don't miss that."

"We were quite stupid, don't you think?"

"We weren't stupid," he stared at her fondly. "Just really young."

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k-s-morgan · 2 years

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What do you think of the theory that says that Neville is the true chosen one of the prophecy?

I think the prophecies are fulfilled by people, so Voldemort himself was to decide whether Harry or Neville was the chosen one. If he picked the pureblood Neville, he would have focused the prophecy on him, and who knows how things might have gone. But he picked Harry as the likeliest candidate - as suggested, probably because he felt affinity with him as a half-blood. He thought Harry might pose a bigger threat and decided to pay him a personal visit.

As someone fascinated with the dynamic/potential of Tom and Harry, I love this because Voldemort and Voldemort alone chose Harry and left his mark on him. This made them fated to be pulled into each other's life more than any prophecy could predict.

#harry potter #tomarry

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consistentsquash · 1 year

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Fests before AO3 - Hoggywarty Slash and Femslash Rec List

Happy Hump Day! I wanted to do a spotlight on some of the HP fandom fests that were happening before/outside AO3!

Context

Hoggywartyxmas is a fest that happens on Livejournal annually. 2022 is going to be their last year. So let's celebrate the slash/femslash fics/art from their run. A lot of these fics are only available on LJ. So you are going to find a lot of new fics by going through the master lists.

I picked one fic from the annual masterlists from 2010 to 2021 but everything is really good. Definitely check out the masterlists.

AO3 Collection for this list

2010 Fic and Art Masterlist

West of Stockholm by bethbethbeth

Pairing - Moody/Snape

Read this because - Absolutely perfect characterizations! <3

Again Snape dropped his gaze. "The Headmaster is aware that I have certain...interests."

"What sort of interests?"

2011 Fic and Art Masterlist

A Feather on One's Cap by featherxquill

Pairing - McGonagall/Hooch/Rita Skeeter

Read this because - the poly negotiations are brilliant.

Minerva smiled, and how wonderful it was to have a partner who understood that just because Rolanda desired others, whether or not she acted on it, it did not make the love between them, or her desire for Minerva, any less. There had been other lovers in Rolanda’s past that had been affronted at the very idea. It was probably for the best that none of those relationships had lasted very long.

2012 Fic and Art Masterlist

The Imperative Mood by magnetic_pole

Pairing - McGonagall/Hooch

Read this because - the Hooch POV is amazing. Dry and funny.

Now, if you have spent any time with Minerva McGonagall, you know that she exudes a certain...unflappability. And when she is, how shall we say...flapped?...you know very well that the best course of action does not involve pointing it out.

2013 Fic and Art Masterlist

My True Love Gave to Me by albalark

Pairing - Poppy Pomfrey/Amelia Bones

Read this because - Feel good holiday vibes with a mystery! It's like Knives Out without the knives.

“This is the best Christmas present my true love ever gave to me. Would you like a pear?”

2014 Fic and Art Masterlist

Rec note - This is one of my fav years of the fest. It's got Subversive! It's got We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet and a lot of other amazing fics.

A Beginner's Guide to Pseudology by Woldy

Pairing - Minerva/Augusta

Read this because - WOLDY! <3 One of my fav hp femslash authors. But also. This fic. Brilliant ladies being brilliant together. One of my favorite things about Woldy's writing is how intelligent it is. Their characters don't feel pretentious but just feel intelligent. Idk how to explain!

“I wouldn’t have chosen you as a partner,” says Augusta gruffly, “but it probably does me good to have some intelligent conversation.”

For a moment the words hang in the air, as if neither of them is quite ready to take the next step. Then they both speak at once.

2015 Fic and Art Masterlist

Bum Boys and Blushing Brides by kelly_chambliss

Pairing - McGonagall/Rosmerta

Rec because - Gryffinders snooping and hearing secrets. Umbridge being Umbridge! Also McGonagall being peak McGonagall! Really sharp writing and characterizations.

"You'll continue to see Rosmerta, of course?" Snape asked as they moved away.

She snorted. "As if the likes of Dolores Umbridge could stop me."

2016 Fic and Art Masterlist

The Remember All by cranky_crocus

Pairing - Remus/Neville

Rec because - Neville is the best Gryffindor. Because fear doesn't stop him! A classic trope about amnesia executed really well.

Neville didn’t know what scared him more, Remus’ not knowing who he was, or Madam Pomfrey’s not knowing what to do.

2017 Fic and Art Masterlist

Continuation by cleodoxa

Pairing - Pomona Sprout/Minerva McGonagall

Rec because - really beautiful short fic about relationships changing over time.

It would not have been quite right to say that the new term went well. Fear did not go away just like that.

2018 Fic and Art Masterlist

Second Chances by alisanne

Pairing - McGonagall/Sinistra

Rec because - it's about second chances! The real spirit of Hogwarts <3

Aurora raised one of Minerva’s hands to her lips, kissing it. “I hope I can continue to be your dear friend no matter what else happens this holiday.”

Threading her fingers through Aurora’s, Minerva smiled. “I think we can manage that.”

2019 Fic and Art Masterlist

A Very Kinky Christmas by Articcat621

Pairing - McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey

Rec because - the real holiday is about sexy gag gifts!

“There are no students around, and you know I couldn’t care less about what the other professors think… In fact, I believe most of them already know.” Minerva smiled.

2020 Fic and Art Masterlist

Extracts from 'Letter Collection P' by zaleti

Pairing - Irma Pince/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank

Rec because - epistolary! Actually this is probably the best epistolary fic I have read. Really beautiful characterizations. A lot of color/emotion which makes it feel as if we are also experiencing things with the characters.

She was tallish and tanned, and dressed for the outdoors -- heavy dragonhide boots, brown coat, hair cut short. But something about the way she walked; the movement of her hands as she pulled a book from the shelf and flicked it open… I was fascinated, M. Intrigued.

2021 Fic and Art Masterlist

Earth is the right place for love by eldritcher

Pairing - McGonagall/Rosmerta/Snape

Rec because - Snape lives! I mean he comes back from the dead. Because of the power of love. Also Snape, Rosmerta and McGonagall retiring to a vineyard is what they really need after everything.

At year's turn, on morrow's eve, as a sailor cloud kisses the moon, they drink their grape's libation and salute this good earth. They are three and they are one, and their earth is the right place for love.

#hoggywartyxmas #rec lists #hp slash rec lists #hp femslash rec lists #hp femslash #hp rarepairs #hp slash #slash and femslash recs from hoggywartyxmas #fests before ao3 #livejournal fests #hp fandom history #recs

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Hi, I dont know if your exactly the right person for this but you know those james and lily lives aus? Well i cant stand them and thats because they always make all the problems go away as well. But I figured out an au of this which I like. Which start of with Sirius actually becoming the secret keeper but then the rest stay the same like Peter is still a spy voldemort is still at large Harry is still the chosen one. And then you have Harry start school and hes probably friends with Neville allready and knows about wizard stuff but the rest of the actual story stay mostly the same. I think that would be quite interesting to see.

Hmm. Interesting, definitely... I don't know if that much stuff would stay the same if James and Lily lived. Not to say they're super important and would Definitely Change The Course of the War or anything, but their presence would definitely change Harry's story drastically, especially if he's still the main character of the fic. You'd have to grapple with the fact that for starters, Harry might not be chosen by Voldemort at all. There's a lot of new dominoes here.

But let's assume Voldemort does still think Harry is the greater threat to him. If Peter remains the traitor but he doesn't have the Potters' address to pass on, then Voldemort goes after Sirius. Since Secret-Keepers can't be forced to give up their secret, Sirius is definitely dead in any modern day AU like this. Peter may or may not be dead as well if he didn't have any more information to offer, but not without taking even more Order members with him who originally survived. Whether or not James finds out about Peter's treachery, that's two of his best friends he's lost in probably only a few years. It's likely to make him even more reckless than he already is, which may badly affect Lily and Harry.

Annnd that's only true if James, Lily and Harry are even alive past all that. Is the AU just that they live past Halloween or they somehow manage to evade Voldemort into the 1990s? If so, that could be because Voldemort kills Harry without having to go through his parents.

As for Neville... I think it's likely that if Voldemort had succeeded in killing Harry, he would have killed Neville too for good measure, so I have no idea what Neville's family looks like in a Jily lives!AU or if he's still alive to experience it.

We also don't know what Snape will do in a world where Voldemort threatens Lily, he swears his allegiance to Dumbledore and becomes a spy, and then Lily just... stays alive and married to his worst enemy, while also possibly popping out kids every few years as the wizards like to do for some reason. Does he remain loyal? Does he start giving Voldemort a little too much information in hopes that maybe James, Remus and Harry get caught in the crossfire somewhere?

But let me put all my conjecture aside. Assuming everything happened as you said, that version of Harry would have to work very hard in a fanfic or else he'd probably bore me. I know that's awful to say! But I don't like Jily lives!AUs either. There are some characters in canon whose deaths I'm super okay with, and they're high up on the list. A Harry who grows up with his parents probably ends up inheriting a lot of James' flaws. He loses the attachment issues that make him compelling to me. I also find it more fun that Harry straddles both the Muggle and magical worlds because of his upbringing. Not in a muggle!wank way though! I'm not on that "Muggles do everything better" train.

So yeah, I'm kind of boring but the only time I read James and Lily being alive is if Harry either time-travels backward before 1981 or if he ends up in another dimension where he gets to experience his parents without actually experiencing his parents.

#thanks for the ask!#sorry if my answer wasn't satisfying since I only read dimension-hopping AUs and such #but working out all the ways an AU could be different and good would be cool!#I like Harry being in pain #(maybe that's why I love time travel harryd--)#ANYWAY #fireandgoldposts #not fireandgold

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Day 10 Reveals!

Blooming Deep in the Belly [text, audio] (Critical Role (Web Series)) written by hiddendruid, performed by UnholyCrowley Summary: In the wake of tragedy, Keyleth manages to get her footing and start being a leader - until a mysterious disease and the memories of her lost love begin to trouble her emotionally, mentally, and even physically to the point of worry. One More Surprise (Schitt's Creek) written by N0Connections and sunlightsymphony, performed by RhetoricalQuestions Summary: Just when Patrick thinks he couldn't love David Rose any more than he already does, he pieces together the biggest gift David never planned on telling him about. Or a missing scene from Meet the Parents. Katabasis (Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan) written by Laszlo, performed by hurry_cain Summary: It’s a difficult question… Which would you rescue: Erwin, or the spit-sparkled pewter key to some old fuck’s basement? The Other Chosen One (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) written by poppetawoppet, performed by pensnest Summary: prompted by the second time Neville Longbottom held the Sword of Gryffindor got me to thinking what if the first time wasn't the Battle of Hogwarts? Care For The Hair, Care For The Soul [text, audio] (Avatar: The Last Airbender) written by crowreys_wormstache, performed by GhostCwtch Summary: Katara's healing is not helping Azula's mental state. But when she brings a set of brushes and hairpins, things take a promising turn. Lindenmere (Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater) written by lc2l, performed by Ellejabell Summary: The dream builds. A tree stretches upwards, glass shatters, a gun fires. There is silence, then there is sound. There is nothing, then there is life. Ronan building Lindenmere, a soundscaped podfic. Meditations (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written by LenaLawlipop, performed by Chantress, greedy_dancer, Jet_pods, and LenaLawlipop, edited and soundscaped by TheLordOfLaMancha Summary: Caed'mil. Start by putting on your headphones, finding a quiet place to rest comfortably, and enjoy the text and podfics for a series of guided meditations based on characters from The Witcher. Each chapter is a different character, performed by a different podficcer: LenaLawlipop as Geralt, Jetainia as Eskel, Chantress as Lambert, and greedy_dancer as Vesemir. Each meditation features soundscaping by TheLordOfLaMancha. We hope you enjoy them. And enjoy your rest. You've earned it. Va fáill. Outro: True Colors (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) created by BardicRaven and RisalSoran Summary: Color, like truth, is multi-faceted, ever-changing in the eye and mind of the beholder, never with only one way of being. Any competent tailor knows this, as does any skilled operative … and any exile with any hope for survival. Any hope of successfully returning home. To Cardassia. Yet Cardassia was not the Cardassia he remembered, the home he remembered. That Cardassia was gone, destroyed by the Dominion. Well. There was work to do. Garak busied himself with work, rebuilding Cardassia, rebuilding home. It was not the home he knew; home, like truth, like color, changed. And that made it, made them, beautiful.

#podfic #fanfic #star trek deep space nine #the witcher #the raven cycle #avatar the last airbender #harry potter #attack on titan #schitt's creek #critical role

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How We Are (1/?)

A series of alternate universes and short (or long) stories of what could've been. DxG.

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Rating: G | Word Count: 2,447 | Tags: Canon Compliant, Drinny in Hogwarts, Tension (Sexual and Otherwise), Enemies to Allies to (Maybe) More, Only One Bed.

Draco Malfoy remembered the exact moment he met the youngest Weasley. Her hair was just as hot as her glare as she confidently stepped up to him at a bustling Flourish & Blotts and defended the precious Chosen One after the blonde had thrown a couple harmless insults his way.

However, with her standing more than a foot shorter than him, even with her head held up high, all he could do was scoff at the audacity she had to think someone like herself could speak to him in such a way. So when he teased Potter about having a “little girlfriend” and noticed her cheeks turn the slightest bit red, he smirked.

Little did he know that would be the first of many times he would be butting heads with the female Weasley, but certainly the last time she let him have the last word.

It’s a few years later, in Draco’s 4th year, that he had the displeasure of directly interacting with the girl again. Of course, he had heard the disturbing rumors about her after her 1st year, which he reasoned to be why she hadn’t been as much of a loud and disruptive presence as her brothers. Albeit, he would’ve forgotten she existed if it weren’t for the eyesore of a dress she wore to the Yule Ball. If the horrendous pink and green ensemble wasn’t enough, Ginny Weasley being the only 3rd year in attendance surely made her stick out like a sore thumb.

The idea of dimwitted Longbottom not having any other prospects for a date that he resorted to asking his roommate’s younger sister was hilarious. And in true Malfoy fashion, he couldn’t keep the thought to himself, especially when the idiot looked too proud on the dance floor when he was barely missing the Weasel’s toes.

Longbottoms’s smile immediately faltered at the obvious mocking of Draco and his friends and tripped over his feet. It abruptly halted his and Ginny’s dancing and the Slytherins laughed louder. A series of apologies simultaneously spilled out from Neville’s mouth and Ginny quickly put a comforting hand on his arm to try and reassure him.

Draco watched, still chuckling with his mates, as the redhead’s eyes softened, then sharpened as it snapped at him, then softened again as her attention shifted back to her fellow Gryffindor.

“Don’t mind them, Neville.” Ginny told him. “They’re just miffed ‘cause they can’t get a girl to dance with them since they don’t know the difference between left or right.”

It did the trick and had Neville smiling again, letting them pick up where they left off before the song would come to its big finale.

By the time they managed to waltz to the side of the ballroom where Malfoy and the rest of his goons had positioned themselves for most of the night, they had already set eyes on another poor student and were too occupied to notice them.

Like a true Weasley (and petty Gryffindor), she just couldn’t help herself and made sure to land a proper stomp on Draco’s expensive, black, dragon-scale leather shoes she had overheard him bragging about earlier as Neville gave her a turn. Ginny had done it so smoothly that no one would’ve batted an eye if it weren’t for the blonde’s sudden yelp of pain.

The girl remained unfazed and finished her dance with Neville with a triumphant smile.

Just when Draco thought the Gryffindor stepping on his shoe could be the most criminal thing she could ever do to him, she casts a Bat-Bogey hex at him the following year. It felt like hours before somebody capable enough came along and performed a counter spell.

The only reason he didn’t go straight to his father was because he knew it would be more painful to admit he had let a Weasley get the better of him than the hundred bats flying out of his nostrils.

As opposed to all the other instances, it’s Ginny who instigates their fourth fight.

The Weasley was in her 5th year, and between studying for the O.W.L.s, Quidditch practice, arguments with her boyfriend, and the unexpected attention from her childhood crush, Harry—she was overwhelmed, to put it lightly.

It was one of those restless nights, and she couldn’t sleep. So she snuck out of the Gryffindor dormitories and decided to wander the halls. She was walking for a while, careful not to disturb any of the portraits and alert Filch that a student was out of bed, and didn’t realize she was headed for the first floor’s girls bathroom. Ginny had purposely been avoiding going near that dreaded place after her brush with the Dark Lord in her 1st year.

She still gets nightmares about it and is not particularly fond of scribbling on notebooks. But as if a piece of him still lay dormant within her, her feet leading her inside felt as natural as breathing air.

It’s there she is shocked to find Draco Malfoy hunched over the sink, tie loosened, shirt untucked, and hair disheveled. It was the most unkempt she’d ever seen a Malfoy been.

“I-I don’t know what else I can do. He’s beginning to… doubt my abilities.”

It took a moment for Ginny to realize the blonde was not speaking to her or himself, but the presiding spirit that haunted the room. The same ghost that had witnessed her at her lowest all those years ago. She didn’t know what was more alarming, that Malfoy genuinely sounded afraid or that he was confiding with a commonly known muggle-born witch—dead or not.

The boy continued to disclose to Moaning Myrtle, “My parents—they’ve been patient but I know they’re worried.”

The Gryffindor witnessing the boy at that moment felt like a slap to the face, no–more like a stab in the gut. Looking at him, hearing the strain in his voice was like looking into the reflection of an 11-year-old Ginny Weasley; just a lonely, desperate kid who seemed to be in a bad spot that would do anything for a friend.

For her, it was a diary. For him, an estranged ghost.

The parallels had her suddenly rethinking all of Harry’s speculations that the Slytherin was up to something. But from where she was standing, it looked like Draco had as much of a choice as she had on the matter.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” She asked, jumping out from her hiding spot and letting her presence be known before she could listen to him any further. The Weasley had no problem eavesdropping and had done her fair share of listening in on the Order’s meetings in Grimmauld Place over the summer, but something about the strain in the blonde’s voice had her feeling uncomfortable to be a bystander to. She had immediately confronted him, not realizing she had her fists clenched on her sides out of fear of what she’d hear. To Draco’s credit, she was impressed at how quickly he managed to compose himself and school an expression of cool nonchalance. Even as she interrogated him, he had simply answered her fairly with only a hint of malice. He was a prefect and therefore, had privileges and responsibilities that required him to roam around school grounds after hours. But she didn’t have any excuse to pull out of her arse that could justify why she was there.

Instead of giving a dignified response to Draco’s returned inquiries, she merely huffed like a scolded child and continued to barrel him with questions of her own–What are you really doing here? What’s going on with you? What are you talking to Moaning Myrtle about? Questions she wished someone had asked her her 1st year.

She could tell Draco was getting impatient, but she could also sense the cracks in his façade. She was pushing his buttons on purpose, wanting him to take the bait and fight back. Because if he called her names and insulted her family, that would mean he’d be the Malfoy she knew, and the worst would have yet to happen.

Ginny thinks he’s about to when Draco merely shuts his eyes and breathes a sigh of defeat.

“Consider this a warning, Weasley.” He said, almost tiredly. “Head back to Gryffindor Tower and go to bed.”

That’s it? Ginny thought, flabbergasted, and it’s exactly what she said when he made for the exit and tried to brush past her. “What’s gotten into you, Malfoy?!” She cried out, grabbing him by his sleeve. She could hear herself begging at this point, and could only imagine how pathetic she looked. “I know there’s something going on. You can talk to me.”

Draco mirrored her challenging eyes. “Who do you think you are? Know your place, Weasley, and quit while you're ahead. I’m really not in the mood.”

Without thinking, Ginny’s gaze traveled to the expanse of his forearm that was still in her grip, bracing herself for any hint of the cursed black ink. His pale skin was barely peeking out from under his button-down shirt sleeve but noticing her line of sight, Draco quickly yanked his arm from her hand and protectively tugged the material down to his wrists.

For a long moment, the pair did nothing but stare at each other; the tension weighing on them at the implication of what Malfoy had just done.

“He’s got you. Hasn’t he?” Ginny meant to ask it as a question, but they both knew there was no need for that anymore.

He made no move to respond or defend himself, instead choosing to turn on his heels and leave the Weasley to bask in what she knew.

“Poor boy.” Myrtle mused behind her. Ginny had almost forgotten she was there. “It’s always the handsome ones.”

Ginny didn’t mention her little exchange with Malfoy to anyone. Not during the days leading up to their Headmaster Dumbledore’s murder. Not over the summer when the Golden Trio had announced they wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts that year to pursue a special "mission" to defeat Voldemort. Not even to Neville or Luna when she caught a glimpse of silver-blonde hair aboard the Hogwarts Express for her 6th year.

She was surprised to see him back. But with the school’s new administration, she supposes she shouldn’t have been that surprised at all. Hogwarts wasn’t the same. As opposed to the warm, second home the students had always been welcomed to, its gloomy nature could now rival that of Azkaban with all the Death Eaters within the faculty and Dementors guarding the grounds.

For the life of her, Ginny tried not to think too deeply on why she didn’t say anything. Except whenever the pair were in any space together, their eyes couldn’t help but find each other, charged with so many unspoken words they were too scared to say aloud.

They understood.

And admitting that to her family, her friends–to Harry, meant to face their judgemental looks loosely covered in pity and lectures hidden behind concern.

So she didn’t say anything.

And they didn’t fight that year–not each other, anyway.

Ginny Weasley fought the war as much as she could in Hogwarts by reviving Dumbledore’s Army and recruiting students for when the The Boy Who Lived returned.

Draco Malfoy fought his own battles by maintaining his allegiances with the Dark Lord for his family’s sake while doing his best to secretly cover the youngest Weasley’s efforts with the DA.

The first time was subtle and by accident; a speechless nod in the opposite direction after catching her in the middle of a vandalism stunt in the Great Hall before the Carrows would make their rounds. He convinced himself it was because he owed her for not telling on him before, but he didn't. Not really.

It should’ve been the last time too, but the Weasley just kept getting herself into trouble and Malfoy couldn’t stop interfering.

So it went on like that for months, and it led them to the spot they were currently in; in Malfoy’s Head Boy quarters, sharing a bed after a too close of a call with the wicked end of Amycus Carrow’s wand.

Over the course of the night, they tossed and turned enough to ruin the makeshift barrier they meticulously created to separate themselves–Ginny’s back, now, a hair away from completely pressing against Draco’s chest. Their hands found their way to each other too and lay comfortably on top of one another on the Weasley’s hip, fingers loosely entangled as if, even in slumber, they were hesitant to touch completely.

They both knew the other was awake. Draco’s weight had shifted the slightest bit on the mattress once he’d realized the position they’d gotten themselves into, and Ginny’s only indication of consciousness was the sudden hitch in her breathing.

Nevertheless, neither of them made any moves to break the intimate bubble they were in.

It was still a bit dark outside. The sun just barely peeking out of the clouds and painting the sky a soft lilac and blue hue, but not enough to hide the twinkle of the stars from the night before just yet. The whole world could be asleep at that moment.

And that thought unknowingly gave the pair more comfort than they’d ever admit.

Neither of them were ignorant to the underlying tension that’s been building between them over the years, especially within the past few months. They’ve been teetering on a line they knew they couldn’t cross for a while now, but with the war fast approaching and the absence of familiarity eating at them–the warm presence the other provided was getting harder and harder to resist.

Draco’s hand twitched, not being able to help himself, and very slowly inched his long, pale fingers through the gaps of the woman’s beside him, silently asking for permission. He held his breath, ready to be faced with rejection, but instead, it was Weasley’s bold hand that entwined them completely, uncharacteristically timid as she tugged him closer and gently rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.

And when she finally musters up the courage to turn her head and their eyes meet, they didn’t need to exchange any words to know they were willing to risk it all for the same thing.

They both leaned in at the same time, finally giving in to the all-consuming feelings they’ve been trying so hard to ignore, no plans of letting each other go any time soon.

For now, they didn’t have to think about the weight of their last names. For now, they wouldn’t have to face the consequences of their actions. For now, they didn’t have to fight.

FIN.

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