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serpenera · 7 months

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One of the things that most irks me in the HP, and especially Snape discourse, is the misinterpretation of the meaning of the patronus. The general consensus seems to be that the shape of the patronus indicates one’s true love but that is a massive oversimplification that creates numerous inconsistencies. In other words, when we look at it like that, the patronus makes NO SENSE. Except the patronus makes PERFECT SENSE. Just let me explain.

The patronus, as we know, is a charm that repels Dementors - an anthropomorphized representation of clinical depression. Keep that in mind as this is important. You conjure it by focusing on a happy memory or should I rather say a happy thought.

Memory is the word Lupin uses when he first explains the patronus to Harry and I’d argue this is the reason why Harry initially fails at conjuring one. He remembers his first time on a broom and winning the house cup. Both happy memories to doubt but “not powerful enough” as Lupin puts it. So what makes a powerful memory?

Harry tries again and succeeds by focusing on the memory of finding out he was a wizard and would be leaving the Dursleys and going to Hogwarts. What makes this memory different than the other two is that it wasn’t just that of a fleeting moment of glee but of an event that marked a major change in Harry’s life, a change for the better. Yes, it was a moment from the PAST but one that influenced Harry’s PRESENT and FUTURE.

See, this is the key to understanding the patronus. The trick is not to remember a happy past long gone, it’s to find something in the past that gives you a reason to move forward. Anyone, who’s ever been depressed to the point of wanting to off themselves will know what I’m talking about here. And those who don’t, good for you.

Anyway, back to Harry. When he conjures his first fully corporeal patronus at the end of PoA, he thinks of going to live with Sirius. And when he uses the spell again in GoF he thinks of celebrating the end of the Tournament with Ron and Hermione. In both cases, he doesn’t even recall an event of the past but projects into the future. And note that regardless of whom or what he thinks of (and not once does he think of his dad), his patronus stays a stag. Even after his love and admiration for James falters due to the discovery of SWM, his patronus stays a stag. This is because the stag, while visually traceable back to James, does not represent James as a person but rather a concept that James himself is a representation of. The stag stands for family, legacy, and a sense of belonging. What keeps Harry moving forward despite all the obstacles is not the mere memory of having had a dad once, it’s the realization that he’s not alone in the world, that he has friends who care about him, and that he’s part of a community.

If we look at the patronus through this lens we can logically explain the shape and origin of all the major ones present in the books.

Snape is often accused of being a stalker incel and whatnot because (apparently) his doe patronus is the same as Lily’s.

First of all, did you pull that information out of your ass? ‘Cause I checked and nowhere in the book(s) does it say what shape her patronus was. The same goes for James. He was a stag animagus. We don’t know what shape his patronus was. That, assuming they both even knew the charm. Although, as Order members, they probably did. If they hadn’t learned it at school, Dumbledore or another Order member would’ve taught them.

Okay, for the sake of this argument, let’s assume that James’ patronus was in fact a stag and Lily’s was a doe and also that the animals represent them respectively. People will argue that the fact the patronuses match (they don’t actually cause they’re two different species of deer but never mind) implies they were each other’s soulmates. To back that argument they will cite Tonks’ patronus which changed into a wolf after she fell in love with Lupin. At the same time, they will argue that Snape’s doe indicates an unhealthy obsession with Lily. Can you spot the issue with this reasoning?

Snape’s and Tonks’ cases are analog: their patronuses turn into animals related to the other person. And yet in Snape’s case, it’s obsession, and in Tonks’, it’s love?

Lily/James and Tonks’ cases are opposite: Lily/James patronuses turn into animals related to themselves while Tonks’ turns into one related to her love interest. But in both cases, it’s true love?

If Snape’s obsessed with Lily then Tonks is obsessed with Lupin and Lily and James are just obsessed with themselves. Contrarily, if Tonks loves Lupin then Snape loves Lily, and Lily and James, again, just love themselves respectively. Moreover, if you follow either logic, Harry is obsessed / in love with James and Dumbledore with Fawkes.

See how none of that makes ANY SENSE whatsoever? Also, no, it’s not a plothole. Y’all are just looking at it wrong. Now let’s rewind and analyze all of these the same way we did with Harry’s at the beginning of this rant.

James’ case is very straightforward. Similarly to Harry, James finds meaning in the traditional idea of family, clan legacy, and belonging. Remember how on the train to Hogwarts he says he wants to be a Gryffindor just like his dad? That, in my opinion, is already very telling, and considering that right after school James marries the girl he decided would be the future mother of his children and promptly gets her pregnant we can easily deduce what he values and what he believes his higher purpose to be. When facing a Dementor and being consumed by despair, perhaps remembering the loss of his parents and perceived betrayal of his best friends, in order to push through he certainly focuses on his wife and especially his son.

Lily’s doe patronus has nothing to do with Snape. Or with James for that matter. Instead, it has everything to do with Harry. See, many real-life women who find themselves at the edge of despair for one reason or another declare they only push forward because of their children. I think Lily is no different. I mean, she did die trying to protect her child. So I think that facing a Dementor, she thinks of Harry. Her wish to be there for her son and protect him is what keeps her going forward despite everything. She has to be strong because she is needed and that is what her doe stands for.

The doe and the stag, somewhat complementary animals, both symbolize family-related but very different concepts. The stag carries a distinctly masculine meaning, that of the passing of legacy and prolonging the bloodline. The doe has a more feminine feel, that of nurturing and protecting.

Snape’s patronus is the same animal as Lily not because he loves her or is obsessed or even just friends with her. It’s the same because both these characters find purpose in the same thing: being needed.

While for Lily this mindset seems to stem from her motherhood, for Snape it seems to have always been there and for very a different reason. The severe neglect he experienced in his early childhood conditioned him to always seek external validation. It’s as if he couldn’t find value in himself unless someone else found it in him. This is why he was trying so hard to be useful to Lily when they first became friends. This is why he got himself groomed by the Death Eaters. This is also why he was so easily manipulated by Dumbledore.

Speaking of Dumbledore, he has to have taught Snape the patronus charm and it must have happened sometime between his defection and the Potters’ death. Now imagine what that might have looked like.

Dumbledore explains how the patronus works. Snape tries, recalling one of his happy childhood moments with Lily, and fails. He chooses another memory and fails again. Dumbledore tells him it has to be something really powerful. Snape is out of ideas, the only happy memories he has are of his childhood friendship with Lily but that friendship is over, it has been for a while, she’s married to his bully and having his child, and on top of that, she’s being targeted by Voldemort and it’s all his fault. Reminiscing their past together is nowhere near enough to fuel the patronus. Then Snape projects into the future in which thanks to him, Lily is safe, she forgives him for his past mistakes and they make up. This time he successfully conjures his trademark doe.

I imagine that, after Lily died, Snape would have had trouble producing a patronus. That would be until Dumbledore pointed out how even in death she still needed him to protect her child. He would then focus on a future in which Voldemort is defeated, Harry is safe, his debt with Lily is paid and his sins are redeemed.

Dumbledore knows that Snape’s doe patronus is related to Lily but it’s probably because he taught him the charm himself and in doing so he learned that it was thoughts and memories of her that fueled it. Not because it was (presumably, mind you) the same shape as hers.

That said, I’m firmly convinced that if Snape had survived the war he would again have had trouble producing a proper patronus, not because of any change in his feelings towards Lily but rather because with Harry safe and Voldemort gone, he’d find himself lacking a purpose. If, for example, he got himself involved with someone else, someone who would make him feel needed, he might be able to produce a patronus again but it would most certainly remain a doe.

Tonks’ patronus is an interesting one because it actually changes its shape in the course of the narrative. We know it became a wolf after Tonks fell in love with and started dating Lupin.

Yes, it’d be easy to assume that the wolf represents the character whose name is literally Wolfy McWolf and who’s also a werewolf but that would be both shallow and inaccurate.

Tonks’ wolf, not unlike Lily and James’ stag and dear, is symbolically tied to the concept of family and friendship. We don’t know what drove Tonks forward before she became involved with Lupin but we can easily deduce that what drives her afterward is the thought of being with him. When she conjures her patronus, she probably thinks of a future in which they have a proper relationship or perhaps start a family. When Snape makes a dab at her patronus he isn’t just being mean. Knowing Lupin, he probably expects him not to take responsibility for his actions towards Tonks and wiggle out of the relationship the moment things get a little bit too serious for his liking. In saying her patronus is weak he’s trying to warn her not to put her faith in Lupin.

In the end, I’d like to mention Dumbledore’s patronus. Just like a phoenix is reborn from its ashes, Dumbledore rises up from the pit of his troubled youth. When in the vicinity of a Dementor, he must be plagued by thoughts of his misplaced aspirations, of Ariana’s death, and his fall out with Grindelwald. The thought I believe he focuses on in those moments is that of having rehabilitated himself in the eyes of society, and having ultimately become a champion of the light.

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emeritusemeritus · 5 months

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

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Part 14: Finale

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Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

And here is the final part of Vulnera Sanentur! Thank you so much to everyone who has read, commented, liked and reblogged my work, it has been a complete labour of love and I can’t thank you enough for your feedback 🖤

When you wake up later that morning, the mild May sun is pouring in through the windows, the curtains not fulling closed last night. You're pleasantly warm and comfortable, noting that you're in your own bed between the two warm bodies you adored. You smile to yourself, feeling relaxed and rested, the first time in so long. You take a moment to look at the twins, their sleeping faces and forms and take a long look, feeling explicitly happy and grateful that this was your reality, that you'd made it back and that everyone was safe. You ran your hand over George's chest where you were resting, feeling the soft material of his T-shirt over the hard, tones plains of his chest and smiled to yourself, taking pleasure in even the soft snores he emitted in his sleep. You turned slightly on your tummy and looked at Fred who slept much more quietly than his twin but still with his mouth open just a little. They both looked so peaceful that it was almost sad to wake them but for the first time in so, so long, you woke up with a need, an ache that only they could get rid of.

You tried to silence any negative thoughts in your mind, your unpleasant thoughts that they wouldn't want you, wouldn't desire you anymore and tried to be brave, realising that you wouldn't know unless you tried.

You pushed the covers down, first from George and then Fred, running your hand over Fred's chest and across his tummy. You heard him take a deep breath in his sleep from the delicate disruption and smirked to yourself, hoping to wake him slowly but indirectly. You noticed very quickly that he was much more 'excited' than his twin, a faint bulge already beginning to show in his pyjama pants and you bit your lip to stifle the excitement you felt.

You shifted just a little so that you were closer to him now and began pressing gentle kisses to his neck, the hand you weren't using to balance yourself running across his neck and shoulders until he was squirming under your touch, beginning to be pulled from sleep.

"Mm, princess?"

You didn't reply but instead sucked harder on his neck, tongue licking at the area you were focused on and you heard him gasp, hands immediately reaching out for you. You felt powerful, motivated, like your arousal was consuming you entirely, pushing away logical thinking as your hand slipped lower and lower until you were cupping his erection through his pyjamas.

He groans quietly at the sensation, bringing one of his hand up to bite on his fist, trying to stay quiet. It seemed that the lack of sex and intimacy had affected him just as much as you and every little touch was igniting a strong sensation in him.

His other hand wandered down your body until he was grabbing a handful of your bum through your own sleep clothes, his grip hard as he grabs a handful and shakes your bum, slapping at the same spot as your lips begin kissing at his clothed erection.

"Can I?" You ask, looking up into his eyes, seeing them watching your every move.

"Please princess," he replies, lifting his hips slightly as if he's chasing your touch. You smirk and begin to pull down his pyjama pants until his erection springs free, beautiful, glorious sight that you had kissed very much.

You shift your weight and rest on the side near Fred so that your hands can begin wandering down George's body now, hoping he'd wake up soon with the same intent that Fred had. He begins to stir as your hand strokes over his groin, a bulge forming that rivals his brothers as you lean down to take Fred's cock into your mouth.

His loud groan is enough to alert George to what's happening and you begin to sense the other twin waking as you slowly suck his brother, wetting his cock with your mouth as you sink lower and lower. You slowly bob up and down, taking your time and using your tongue to memorise every vein and bump on his gorgeous cock as you tease him. You feel a hand on the back of your head and look up, seeing George looking down at you with intense, aroused eyes. You paw at his pants, wanting him bare and he immediately raises his hips, freeing his own erection so that you were faced with the most delicious choice.

You pulled yourself up onto your knees, bum high up in the air so that you could free both of your hands to take each brothers' cock into your hands, slowly beginning to pump them. Both of them emitted a perfectly synchronised groan as your hand grazed them, tugging gently and squeezing in all the right places, just how they liked it. You leant down and took Fred into your mouth again with a fresh intensity, licking all around his delicious tip and hollowing your cheeks to give him the perfect amount of suction. You then pulled off and switched it up, taking George into your mouth and giving him the same treatment, delighting in the glorious gasps and mins that escaped from their mouths.

Your hand never stopped working over each of them, reaching down to gently caress their balls and very gently squeezing their base as you sucked, giving them even more pleasure.

"Angel, want to feel you, please can I," George pants as you pull off his cock and back to his brothers, taking a moment to catch your breath in between.

"Please, please," you reply desperately, needing to feel them, your core aching with unresolved arousal.

You pull away to throw off your pyjama bottoms, not caring one bit where they landed. Fred leaned forward to grab the bottom of your T-shirt and silently questioned you with one look, checking that it was okay. You sat straighter up on the bed and peeled off your T-shirt, completing baring yourself to their eyes. Fred's mouth opened in a little 'o' as he looked at your bare body, eyes fixed upon your breasts and George looked just as enamoured by the sight. You smirked gently and leaned back down, bending over and pushing Fred back onto the pillows so you could resume your sucking, desperate to feel the weight of them on your tongue.

George's hand crept over you as he shifted just enough to pull forward whilst you were occupied with taking Fred further and further down your throat. His hand reach out to caress your naked body, his big hand stroking over your hip and onto your bum before creeping ever closer to your waiting center.

His fingers slipped over your puffy, wet labia and you gasped into Fred's cock as you felt George's finger running down the crease of you, over you dripping hole and catching your throbbing clit with one single swipe. You took your mouth off of Fred and let out a loud moan, head flinging back as you get George's finger slip between your folds and push delicately into your hole, the feeling consuming you with blistering pleasure. You began pumping Fred again and took him back into your mouth, reaching out for George's cock too and his finger dipped in and out of you with teasing strokes. It was delicious agony and you couldn't wait for more, your hips beginning to wiggle as you silent pleaded for more. You hear him chuckle and immediately ku felt two of his long fingers prodding at your entrance.

"So tight," George says in wonder, "can't even get two fingers in you baby. S'been so long since you've been filled hasn't it," he coos as your hips rock, moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips stretched wide around Fred's throbbing cock, making him moan and grunt in reply.

"I need to taste her," Fred says, reaching for your jaw as he cradles it tenderly, his other hand shifting to cup your left breast, his thumb dragging across your pebbled nipple. "Take George's cock sweetheart, that mouth is so good."

He man handles you into position, slipping out from under you until he's kneeling behind you, your entire focus now on George and his deliciously curved cock. Your mouth waters and you can't help but place a few teasing kisses down his belly, following his little happy trails until your mouth is once again wrapped around his cock.

You let out an obscene moan as you feel Fred's tongue slipping over your folds without warning, the pointed end catching deliciously on your throbbing clit, his hands wrapping around your thighs. He starts slow, building up the intensity as he leaves no spot untouched, pulling your little Kabila into his mouth to suck on, kissing your outer, puffy lips and drinking down the wetness that seeps from your excited core. He groans into your pussy as more and more arousal drips out of you, his tongue not missing a single spot, leaving you a breathless mess. George's hands reach down to cup your breasts, pulling and flicking your nipples which only increases your pleasure.

Suddenly, Fred pulls away and you're reeling, chasing him with your hips, desperate for stimulation. He shifts on the bed and claims your pussy again, his big, angled nose now pressing against your clit as he laps up your arousal, tongue and then fingers poking into your hole as he feasts on you.

You can feel your climax building at an alarming speed and you pull off of deep throating George's cock to cry out that you want to be filled, want to cum with their cocks inside you.

"George," you hear Fred say as they both pull away. You don't see or hear their exchange but it's clear only moments later when George slips in behind you that Fred had offered for his twin to take you first.

Fred slips back infringe of you and immediately pulls you in for a passionate kiss, his hands wandering over your breasts and over your neck as he pulls you up just a little to rest your arms on his shoulders. His cock is pressed against your hip but he doesn't make a move for himself, choosing instead to keep kissing you.

You can feel George from behind, his impressive length lining up with your dripping pussy, his hand guiding his cock. You feel his hand at your hip as he breaches your little hole and you gasp at the intrusion, not having felt any penetration for months. His tip is bulbous and perfect, immediately stretching you out even with just the tip inserted.

"Angel, is that okay? Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop straight away, okay?" He breathes into your ear from behind and all you can do is nod, already needing more. When he pushes his hips forward and his cock sinks even further in, you let out an obscenely loud moan, pulling away from Fred's lips as your head falls back, the fullness consuming you.

"George don't stop, please I want more!"

He lets out a loud groan and pulls back before pushing forward again, this time much harder. You cry out again, clawing at Fred's shoulders as George begins to fuck you, his hand anchoring your hips to his as he fucks into you with abandon, no longer concerned.

Fred smirks into the kiss you can barely keep up with, George's cock hitting each and every pleasure point inside you as your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Fred immediately reaches out for your swaying breasts and begins massaging and flicking at them, reaching down with his face until he could bite and suck at your tender nipples, still supporting you with his wide shoulders.

He reaches down for his cock and you can't help but watch as he pulls his hips back just a little until he guides his tip just beneath your folds where you part, rubbing against your swollen clit with his tip. You moan louder and louder, over and over again as you're completely stimulated, his thick cock dragging against your clit to increase your pleasure. Your orgasm approaches you in no time and you feel yourself clenching on George as you race towards your finish, not one part of your body unattended as the twins fuck you perfectly.

"I'm gonna, oh George, oh!" You cry out, the white hot heat of your climax consuming you as you clench around George, hips moving on their own accord as you fuck your self back on his cock. He groans and cums with a shout, no longer able to hold back. Fred pulls away from your overstimulated clit and kisses your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipples to extend your pleasure. George has a bruising grip on your hip, keeping you anchored to him as he fucks you through his orgasm and even a little after, unable to pull away from the pleasure.

He kisses the back of your neck as his hips slow, pulling you upright and encasing you in his arms, his hands replacing his brothers on your breasts as he sucks at the back of your neck, cock still lodged deep in your pussy, plugging his cum from leaking out do you.

"I love you, so much," he says, panting as he tries to catch his breath. You twist your head around to search for his lips, kissing him passionately as you reply with just as much feverish desperation, telling him over and over again how much you love him.

"You love me too?" Fred asks with a mischievous grin from in front of you, trying to pull your attention back to him. You give George one last kiss and raise your hips until his softened cock slips out of you, a little trickle of his cum slipping out with the movement.

Your orgasm has only fuelled your desire and you crawl over to Fred with the most seductive, lust filled glance you can give, watching as his tongue slips out to wet his lips in anticipation. You kiss him with such passion that he doesn't expect it, falling back into his hunches as you slowly push him down further, wanting him on his back. Your arousal only doubles as you slowly feel George's cum dripping out of you, needing to be filled back up. You kiss down his body and take his bobbing length into your warmth mouth again, revelling in his groan as he reaches out for you. You suck him with abandon, ensuring he's as excited as possible before you suddenly pull off and straddle him, rubbing your dripping wet centre across his length as he groans. His hands immediately attach to your waist and you can see his gaze drifting over your breasts. Empowered, you reach down and grab at your own breasts, shaking them and dropping them as he watches on with the most delicious look on his face.

You can't wait any longer and you lift your hips, reaching down to grab at his perfect cock and sink down on him, both of you crying out at the same time in pleasure. There's no build up or teasing anymore as you set an intense, passionate pace from the start, riding him with expert precision until your breasts bounce, your hips undulating and circling in the way you know drives him wild. His hands drift everywhere over your body as if he doesn't know where he wants to touch and when you reach down with your right hand to teasingly circle your clit, he growls and throws his head back at the sight. You can already feel your second climax approaching, your walls clenching involuntarily as your hips rock harder and harder on his, taking every inch of him until there was nothing else he could give.

He reaches out with his hand and spanks you hard on your left buttcheek, temporarily throwing you off balance as you fall forward, his cock hitting a new angle inside of you that drives you wild. He begins fucking up into you, his hips thrusting off the bed as he groans without abandon. He leans down and takes your tits into his mouth again, sucking and slurping at the sensitive flesh as you cry out, desperately bucking your hips to meet his powerful thrusts. His hand cracks down on your ass multiple times as he spanks you over and over as you ride him, each hit making you cry out his name and fuck harder. He suddenly reaches out and grabs your hips, holding you still as his thrusts get harder and tougher as you feel him cumming. He fucks hard and deep, keeping you pinned to him until the last moment when he pulls your hips down onto his so that every single inch is filling you, his hips rocking but still as he cums, the hot seed filling you from the inside. All of this makes your own climax bursts out of you and you squirm and clench around his huge length buried inside you as your second orgasm washes over you, just as intense if not more so than before.

You're sweating and breathless as you come down, feeling like the aroused haze you were in is slowly slipping away. You can't help but smile as you gain full consciousness again, the orgasmic haze making you feel loopy.

"I love you," Fred says, pulling you down for a much gentler, sweet kiss.

"I love you so much," you reply, leaning down to kiss his again, running your hand through his sweaty and completed dishevelled hair.

"Both of you," you say, turning to reach out for George who had been sat back on the bed, allowing you and Fred to have your moment. He's hard again, having watched you just get plowed by his brother and you can't help but smile, reaching out your hand for him to join you.

You slip off of Fred, gasping at the sensation of his cum slipping out, having mixed with George's to really fill you as you pulled George beside you, hand instantly reaching out for his excited cock, stroking him in just the right way until he came for the second time, all over your tits.

"Fucking Merlin," Fred says to himself, rubbing his hands over his face as he looks between you all, completely bare and you covered in cum. "I'd say we made up for lost time."

"Speak for yourself big boy," you say with a smirk, "there's at least seven more positions I want to try before I feel like we've made up the time."

"Seven?! Dirty girl," George says, reaching out to tickle your ribs as you fall into his and Fred's lap, across their bodies.

"Six then, three each," you say with a wide smile, feeling absolved of your sadness and pain, even if it was just because of the high of pleasure you were still feeling.

"Sounds more than doable, I'd say," Fred grins, one arm resting over his eyes and one reaching out to stroke your thigh lovingly.

"Me too," George agrees, beaming down at you. You picked your lips and he chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as you lay your head in his lap, completely unashamed of your nudity.

"Wanna start now?" You hear Fred say, his fingers slowly trailing from your thigh towards your centre.

"Already?" You gasp, pulling away from George to raise you head, looking towards Fred, who looks completely unfazed by your scandalous gasp.

"He got to cum twice did he not?" He says with a nod of his head towards George who just smirks smugly at his brother.

"Bloody twins," you mumble, immediately attacked by the two brothers beside you.

It's early afternoon by the time you all pull yourselves out of bed and into the shower, having truly made up for lost time. You felt insatiable and addicted, satisfied but still seeking more, exactly how the twins had felt too. Eventually you managed to peel yourselves away from each other and get dressed, trying to look presentable for dinner at the Burrow. You'd cursed George out for leaving love bites all over your neck and then Fred when you'd found one on the side of your breast. Luckily, with a wave of your wand they were concealed and you'd warned them both not to leave any more marks between now and then, at least until after dinner when they could do anything to you.

"Want to use the floo?" George asks, looking at you with adoration as you pull on a little summer dress and a cardigan to cover your shoulder, checking yourself for any sex induced marks that you might have missed.

"Yeah, so much easier," you reply, grabbing your bag as you both wait for Fred to join you.

"I think that's the first time I've seen my dick soft all day," he says, walking out of the bathroom, laughing to himself as he continues drying his damp hands. You can't help but laugh and move towards him as he approaches.

"Don't get used to it," you tease seductively, smoothing down a pack of wild hair around his ear. He groans and dramatically throws his head down onto your shoulder, buckling his knees as if he's weak.

"Great, I'll never get it down again."

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"So, something I've been thinking over," Hermione says later that night as you all sit around the lounge. It's cramped with so many bodies but in stark contrast to how you felt before, it felt wonderful to be surrounded by your loved ones again. Everyone was there, including Percy, much to Molly's delight and everyone had been sharing stories of what had happened whilst you'd been away, some good and some bad. Ron and Hermione had once again done the majority of filling in the others on your own experiences, with a little input from Harry but this time you felt no resistance, glad that everyone could be told and understand what you'd been through. Bill had offered you multiple reassuring looks throughout the recollection, watching you carefully as the story of Godric's Hollow was recounted. You'd given him a wide, beaming smile that seemed to vanquish his concerns and he's smiled back at you with equal vigour, relief in his eyes as he listened in carefully, now understanding the full story. You'd held back some of the details, mostly about the private memories shared by Severus that no one else needed to know, keeping that for yourself. You'd proudly told them about the Lebetum and how he had protected you all multiple times, trying to get them to see that he was always behind you, never relenting in his support of the right side. He's been a spy for Dumbledore and had done it so convincingly that everyone around him had turned on him, though he was never really in the wrong.

"How did you figure out how to kill the snake? How did you know what to do to sever your connection?" She asks, looking to you as she grabs hold of her steaming cup of tea. You felt every pair of eyes in the room on you but didn't faulter, smiling and chuckling to yourself as the memory played out.

You turned to Fred and George, sat beside you on the sofa and smiled, "remember when Snape had me translate all those texts from Latin?"

"Yeah, you did nothing but complain about it for weeks," Fred says cheekily, slipping his hand onto your thigh. George chuckles, nodding along.

"Well in his memories, it showed him writing it into Latin for me to translate back," you said with a smile, shaking your head gently at his crude sense of humour.

"I always figured it might have been Latin but I couldn't figure out what Expecto Dominum Meum meant until Mr Ollivander translated it for me and he laughed. I await my master. When I connected with the snake, just before the death eaters arrived with Harry, it said something to me in my mind, when we found out she was a maledictus, seek me. Only it didn't sound like seek me, it echoed and warped in my mind, all different sounds coming out. It said seco, secaro, sectum. All of them are Latin phrases for Sever, cut, divide, withdraw. The curse that Severus created was Sectumsempra, it cuts like a knife, severing the skin. Sever. I used the venom I took from my shoulder and severed her skin with mine."

"Sever-us, all along," Hermione says in shock. You nod, finding humour in the irony.

"Sever Us," you nodded. "Then I healed her with the incantation."

"The same one you used on George," Harry adds and you nod, looking back at him.

"When I saw his memories, he showed me everything. How Dumbledore had recruited him, how he created the Lebetum, gave me the Latin book and had me offhandedly learn it, gave the Lebetum to Dumbledore to give to me. I only figured out the main clue right at the end."

"What was that?" Hermione asks, completely intrigued and hanging off your every word.

"Remember what the Minister said when he gave me the Lebetum? I leave this Lebetum, in the fond hope that you will never need this. Hermione, do you still have your copy of Beedle the Bard?"

She nods and summons it from her bag which is directly beside her, the extension charm going strong.

"You remember 'The hopping pot'?" you ask, nudging her towards the right chapter.

"Yes, it's the story of the old man who passes on his, oh," she says, realising the punchline.

"What?" Ron asks, missing the vital piece of information.

"He's a potioneer who uses his magic to help others and credits his potions pot, or cauldron, for his antidotes. When he dies, he passes it on to his son in the hopes he'll continue his work. Inside the pot is a single note that reads, 'In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it'."

Everyone looks from Hermione, back at you, feeling their eyes on you again.

"After I watched Snape's memories, I saw the Latin glossary on his desk and checked what Lebetum meant, it was familiar but I couldn't place it. It meant Cauldron."

"Well, it sounds like you had great protection," Arthur says, following the stunned silence that lingers after your disclosure. "And more importantly, a great friend." He raises his glass and says with a warmth to his voice, "to Severus Snape!"

Everyone joins in, non louder than you as you toast to your lost friend, the mentor that had loved you and protected you even past his last breath. A tear forms in your eye but you blink it away, not wanting to feel anything except joy at this celebration. Fred, closest to you, leans over to kiss your cheek and you share a little smile between you, both knowing the depths of his sacrifice for you.

Bill stands then, holding up his glass once again as he turns to look at you, sending a playful wink in direction. "To Harry, Hermione, y/n and Ron, for sacrificing so much of themselves for the lives of everyone and for their bravery and toughness," he says in a clear voice. The toast is echoed around the room by everyone as they raise their glasses to you, Fred and George particularly loudly and you laugh, shooting a smile at Bill for his choice of words.

"And for the fallen," Arthur says, standing up straight once again, "may they now find peace and their actions always be honoured."

You think of Remus and Tonks, then of little Teddy who had lost both his parents in one night, just as Harry had all those years ago. You think of Madeye, Dumbledore, Sirius, Dobby and Severus, so many wonderful people lost along the way. You vow to honour them in every possible way throughout your life, never letting the importance of their sacrifices dim. From the moment you discovered Snape's true allegiance, you had vowed to yourself to clear his name, to undo all that had been done to conceal his true affiliation.

In all that you had endured, you had learnt so much about not only yourself but about resilience, about darkness and pain and what hate can do, but also most importantly about what love could do. As you looked around at the roomful of people you loved, none more so than the twins sat beside you, you pledged both to yourself and silently to them that you would surround yourself with love, knowing what good can come from loving yourself and others.

Epilogue... 19 years later.

There's an obvious buzz that seems to seep through the wall between platforms 9 and 10 at Kings Cross on the 1st September, entire families making the very important, annual pilgrimage to the magical platform. As you enter the platform, you notice that it's pure organised chaos with whole families stood around, a complete spectrum of emotion on display as the steam train hisses as it prepares to make it's main journey. You look around for your friends and relatives but don't see any of them yet, knowing you were a little early.

"Mum... mum! I've forgotten my scarf!" Your eldest daughter Aurora, or Rory for short, says from beside you in a panic. By the time you'd stopped, stopped the rest of your little flame haired party, and then turned to her, George had already pulled off the scarf from around his neck and had placed it on your daughter's previously empty neck.

"Thanks Daddy," your daughter says with a smile, once again reaching for the handle of the luggage trolley as she wheels her her trunk forward to the meeting point, pausing as she spots her friends in the crowd. She looks at you hopefully and you smile with a nod, encouraging her to join her friends, all of them vivaciously chatting about what their 5th year would be like.

"Finn! Griffin! Pay attention to where you're going!" Fred calls out towards your identical twin sons who are rallying ahead, racing each other's trolleys to see who can get to the pre-arranged spot first. Hard to believe with their actions that they were about to enter their 3rd year but it only took one look at their fathers to explain their behaviour. You shoot Fred a mischievous smile that conveys your humour at his words, the full circle moment showing in its entirety as you watch the ringleader of the original twins now trying to get his own children to mind the rules. He playfully shoves you and you can't help but laugh as he walks ahead, calling out to Finn and Griff again.

"Mum, there's uncle Bill!" Your youngest son, Henry, says as he squeezes your hand, pointing his finger out towards where you can see Bill, Fleur and their kids making their way through the bustling platform with a wave towards you all. "Mummy, why can't I go with Griff and Finn?"

You look down at Henry and give him a warm smile, pausing briefly as you look up at George, seeing him giving the exact same smile towards your youngest. You crouch down so you're a similar height to him and smooth back his fire red hair, the exact same shade shared by his twin older brothers and daddies.

"It'll be your turn soon sweetheart, only 3 more years now. Finn and Griff had to wait until they were 11 too, same as Rory and all your cousins."

"But everyone's starting before me! Even Lily! I hate being the youngest," he says with a sad pout and your heart breaks just a little for him.

In an ironic twist that seemed to mirror your own experience at Hogwarts, your twins Finn and Griffin had started two years before Albus Severus and Rose Granger-Weasley, just as Fred, George and yourself had with Harry, Hermione and Ron. Rory started two years before them just as her uncle Percy had started two years before you and your husbands and it seemed that a new Weasley grandchild had started Hogwarts every year for the past 6 years. Henry was the youngest of all the grandchildren and was only 8, meaning that he'd be with you for a few years before starting off on his own Hogwarts adventure.

"Being the youngest isn't a bad thing at all sweetheart," you say, feeling a large hand on your shoulder as George also bends down beside you to face Henry.

"Can I tell you a secret bud?"

Henry nods, looking up at his daddy with his little sad eyes. "Aunt Ginny is the youngest of all of us and you know what, she's terrifying! So strong and more than able to put up a fight, she's been standing up for herself all of her life, especially against me and your dad," George smiles, reaching out for Henry's hand.

"It's true," Fred says, stepping in and reaching for his son too. "Being the smallest is actually a good thing, you can sneak around and you never get blamed for anything!" You immediately nudge Fred's leg and shoot him a warning look but he simply smirks, chuckling as you all watch Henry light up again.

The whistle blows just as the Weasley's congregate, including the Potters and the Granger-Weasley's and you lovingly hug and kiss each one of your kids going off to Hogwarts, wishing luck to your niece and nephew as they start their first years.

"Got everything sweetheart?" You ask Rory, trying not to embarrass her by being too motherly and affectionate. She nods and surprises you as she reaches out for a hug that you gladly accept, a beaming smile on your face as you hold your eldest daughter tightly. "Do the best you can, we're all so proud of you already." She hugs her dad and daddy before climbing onto the train in the compartment with her friends and never looks back as they instantly begin chattering.

"Griff," you say reaching out for the younger of your twins.

"He's not Griff, I am!" Says the other twin from beside you, forcing you to bite your lip hard not to burst out laughing.

"Oh sorry Finn," you play along, knowing with acute maternal instinct that he is in fact not Finn. He smiles at you, now nearing the same height as you and for a moment it's like looking at Fred and George in their third year, the spitting image of his dads. You hug him close, laughing when another set of identical arms wrap around you and you hug both of your boys together.

"Go have the best time, we love you so much," George says, pulling his sons into a warm embrace, followed closely behind by Fred who hugs them both, messing up their hair at the same time as they grumble a synchronised 'daaaaad'.

"Bye Henry! We'll see you soon!" Finn shouts from the open window of the compartment, shouting for his little brother and waving, never forgetting him.

"Yeah! We'll send you a chocolate frog!" Griffin adds, sticking his head through the window too.

"Or two!"

"Bye!" Henry shouts, waving wildly as the train begins to pull away, no longer sad about his brothers and sister getting to go before him.

"Right," you say as the train pulls completely away, turning to face your youngest son, both of your husbands either side of you. "Now it's just us 4 again, who wants ice cream?"

Fred pulls you and George back slightly as you step through the brick wall back to the Muggle station, Henry skipping forward without a single look back.

"So when are we going to tell him that he won't be the youngest anymore?" He asks, placing his hand on your slight bump.

"That's what the ice cream is for," you say with a smirk, earning a chuckle from George beside you who also reaches out to touch your growing belly.

And all was well.

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Before I Knew You - Part Nine

Masterlist, Part One

I appreciate all the love this fic gets, I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get the next chapter up. Thank you for reading ❤️

Summary: You’ve spent years training under Madam Pomfrey in the hopes that you would join the Healers at St. Mungo’s at graduation. But in the aftermath of the death of Albus Dumbledore, you chose to join the Order instead. When you’re forced into hiding, you find yourself alone with Bill Weasley and his new wolfish tendencies.

Word Count: 3,507

Warnings: 18+, smuuuuut, fingering, unprotected sex (there won't be any suprise pregnacy, let's just pretend all witches and wizards are on birth control), jealousy, self-image issues, Bill being a cocky little shit, some dom Bill/sub reader undertones. Minors DNI.

A/N: If you requested to be on the taglist and found that you weren’t on it, it’s mostly likely because there is not an indicator on your blog that you are 18+ which is a requirement for my taglists.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow. After he leaves.”

You’d fled left his room quickly after.

What had you done? Why had you offered to have sex with Bill Weasley?

You knew why.

It was Bill Weasley. One look at him explained why. But still, it was a bad idea. He was your patient. And you were technically under his protection. It was a bad idea. Really. Truly. But you couldn’t come up with an excuse convincing enough to talk yourself out of it.

At least he won’t be in pain, you told yourself.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night, though in honesty you hadn’t slept well since that last night in Bill’s arms before Kingsley's arrival. But the tossing and turning of other nights was stilled, your eyes boring into the ceiling until the morning sun chased out the void.

Bill was in a far better mood at breakfast. Though the conversation was far from light as Kingsley’s plans and Death Eater activity were discussed, the underlying animosity that had been a defining trait of Bill’s tone in the weeks following Kingsley’s arrival was noticeably missing. Even as he left to work, Bill’s attitude was unusually chipper.

Kingsley himself seemed in a jolly mood as you checked him over for the final time.

“It has been very nice to get to know you better, but I have been laying in bed too long. And I wouldn’t mind a bit of payback,” he said as you jotted down the results of the diagnostic spells.

He wasn't quite as good as he had been before the attack, but he was improving. His magic worked just the same. As far as you could tell there had been no complications of your blood mixing with his. The logical part of you knew there wouldn't be any. But years of Mudblood being mumbled from people passing you in the halls was difficult to forget.

“Take it slow for a couple days though, okay? And don’t skip any meals and drink lots of water. If you feel even the least bit unwell or out of sorts, come straight back.”

“I’ll take care of myself. Maybe not as well as you have but," he smiled out at the ocean beyond the window as it crashed into the beach, “I have made it this far in life mostly by myself.”

The words made your heart hurt. Alastor had made it further in life, survived terrible things, yet he was gone now. Dumbledore was too. It had only taken one moment in the wrong place at the wrong time for even the most powerful and experienced wizards to be nothing but corpses. “Still, avoid the revenge plots for a week or two. Or three.”

He made no agreement to that.

The final hours of Kingsley's stay at Shell Cottage ticked by at an odd pace. There were moments that seemed to rush by as you helped him pack away what he would need. A tent Bill had pulled out of somewhere. Some defense items from Fred and George. Food. Other moments would linger unendingly. When you were alone with your thoughts and worries as Kingsley napped. Standing beneath the stream of water as every terrible thought ran through your mind.

He could change his mind. He could have only agreed to buy himself time to let you down easier. Worse, he could have been serious. He could actually have been serious about it, but not because he wanted you. “Well not you specifically! Just the fact that you’re, you know, a person who isn’t related and, um, of the right age…”

If Bill hadn't been inflicted with his cursed wounds he would have never spared you a second glance. You weren't ugly, not by any means, but you were no Fleur. Men did not struggle to speak comprehensively in your presence. Women did not envy your very existence. You were simple. Ordinary. Pretty, but not stunning. And Bill was…extraordinary. Even with—especially with—his scars. If he had more choices, you couldn't delude yourself into believing you would make the cut.

Those thoughts haunted you until Bill strolled in with a wide grin just before the clock read six. Kingsley was standing beside you in the kitchen watching you plate out hearty servings of shepherd’s pie. Bill's smile didn't disappear when he took in the scene, but it tightened and no longer met his eyes.

Dinner was nothing like breakfast. Bill's gaze was searing as he sat beside you. You could feel him shift during every interaction between you and the Auror. It was like you were under observation and he did not like what he was seeing. Not that Kingsley seemed to take notice. He smiled and laughed like he was at the Burrow again, regaling a crowd of eager listeners with well practiced tales of grandiose adventure. You tried your best to follow along, but Bill was less willing to let you do so.

At some point after the food had been finished, he’d slung an arm across the back of your chair and let his legs spread wide. Focusing on anything other than the fingers that occasionally grazed your arm or the thigh that rested lightly against yours was nearly impossible. By time the clock struck eight and Kingsley pulled his pack of supplies across his shoulder you were surprised to find yourself able to stand.

"Take care of yourself," Kingsley said as he embraced you tightly at the door. "I am sure I shall see you again very soon."

"Not too soon. And less bloody, please."

"I will do my best."

Bill's ears had turned a rather deep shade of crimson when Kingsley pulled away from you. You stayed behind in the kitchen to clean the last of the dishes as Bill walked him out.

The water stung as you scrubbed. Magic could have taken care of these in half the time, but the distraction was good. If you focused too much on what would happen next you were sure you would combust. Unfortunately, you ran out of dishes before you heard the pop expected of Disapparition. It made you wonder if they'd gotten lost in conversation over some Order business and if Bill had forgotten all about you. Or perhaps he was just trying to delay the time before he had to face you alone.

You shut off the water, grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands, and turned wondering if you should check in only to have your heart try to leap up your throat at the figure standing in the open doorway.

"For Helga's sake," you huffed, hand over your chest. "I didn't hear you come in."

"He's gone," Bill said.

"Good." You fidgeted with the towel. "We can talk."

"Talk," he said softly. The door shut loudly as he left its frame, stalking towards you. It wasn't until your back met the counter that you realized you'd been stepping back. "I'll be bloody honest with you.” His arms were on either side to cage you in an instant. “I've spent the last twenty blasted hours thinking about how your cunt will feel wrapped around my cock—”

The towel slipped from your hands.

“—and I don't think I'll be very intelligible until I've found out. So unless you've changed your mind, we can talk tomorrow."

Helga help you.

He leaned in. "Have you changed your mind?"

You shook your head.

"Words, love. Use your words."

"No, sir." The words came out so low, you weren't sure they could be heard.

His forehead came to rest against yours as his eyes clenched shut. "You're going to be the death of me."

"That's sorta the opposite of what I'm trying to do," you breathed in barely more than a whisper.

His hands were on your waist, pulling himself closer. They moved slowly down your hips and back up your waist. "Is it?"

A “mmphmm” was your only response as he cupped your face.

“Then I suppose I should kiss you before I die of curiosity.”

His lips caught yours and the world shifted. There was no air in your lungs. No beating in your heart. Nothing but his lips against yours. You had never been kissed before. Not like that. Whatever it was that you had done before couldn't even be considered anything like this.

The moment shattered when he pulled away. A deep breath in. An almost painful hammering against your chest.

A whispered, "I'm fucked," was the last thing he said before he came crashing back.

The calluses on his palm were rough against skin as they slid under your shirt and his tongue slipped past your lips when the feel made you gasp. It wasn't like the awkward fumblings and hesitant touches you'd experienced with Cillian, both of you still figuring it out quietly in your childhood bedroom. Bill's hands were sure of themselves as they pushed under your bra and rolled his thumbs over your nipples.

"I can already smell you." The palm of a hand flattened against your stomach and slid under the band of your pants and knickers. "Bloody hell," he said, a long finger gliding along the slick folds before plunging in, "I can just slip right in, can't I?"

You grabbed a hold of his shoulder, knees shaking beneath you. "Don't tease me," you groaned, clenching as the finger withdrew.

"This isn't teasing," he grinned, pushing it back in with a second as you squirmed. "I'll show you what teasing really is another day when I'm feeling a little more patient."

Your head fell back as his fingers worked within you like they were magic themselves. Your own had never felt this good. Nothing had ever felt this good.

A surprised squeak escaped as his fingers retreated and you were suddenly lifted in the air and slung over his shoulders like you weighed nothing.

“Sorry,” he said, sounding unapologetic. The soft cushions of the couch met your back as he set you down. Your jeans were undone and pulled off your legs a breath later followed by your knickers.

Instinctively, your legs tried to clamp shut to shield yourself from the hungry gaze. But Bill was faster and stronger and pried them apart. “Don’t hide from me.” The tone was stern and your legs relaxed. The blue of his eyes had darkened like the sky before a storm as he kneeled between them. His hands traveled along your thighs, over your hips, pushing the hem of your shirt up. "Take this off." It was barely over your head before he reached between you and the couch and unhooked your bra with an ease even you couldn't have accomplished.

You were hesitant to shed the last layer as the earlier worries filled your head, folding your arms to prevent the straps from falling down your arms. The dread that he'd find you as ordinary as you were pooled in your stomach.

"Why are you hiding from me?" The gentleness of his question was a stark contrast to his earlier demands.

"I—" What could you tell him? You were scared he'd stop finding you attractive the moment he looked at your body? No. You stared at him. He was still kneeling between your spread legs. Fully clothed. "It's weird being the only one naked."

The smug satisfaction that took over his face made you wish the couch would swallow you.

He bent forward and pressed a kiss against the your inner thigh. "Is it?" The words reverberated off your skin before he moved to the other side to repeat the kiss. "I don't recall you having a problem with it when you were the one asking me to take off my shirt for you.”

You’d only ever had him remove his shirt when you were conducting a physical. “That wa—”

“Different?” he interjected mockingly, hands finding the crease of your hips. “Why? Because you were the one in charge then?”

“I wasn’t—it was—" His grip made thoughts hard to articulate. The worries of earlier forgotten in the haze of his fingers dragging across skin. "It was a very different situation.”

His touch disappeared and the couch shifted as he straightened. "I suppose it was." You were entranced watching his fingers as he undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a scene you'd already witnessed but never truly appreciated when the shirt was tossed to the floor. He'd gained weight since that day he'd been brought into the Hospital Wing. Slender still, but with muscles more defined. The scars were much the same having never properly healed, though they seemed to have been pulled taut across his frame.

"Because I had to sit in that bed in that room alone with you," he continued, deft fingers now working at undoing his pants, "and undress for you," he pushed them down, shifting awkwardly to pull them off his feet behind him, "and I couldn't tell you how much I wanted to fuck you."

He was left only in boxers strained nearly beyond their limits. You'd thought it had felt big, but…fuck.

“You're drooling, love."

Your hands shot up, wiping at your mouth and allowing the bra you'd been clutching to fall away.

It was impossible to miss the way the fabric tightened as his cock twitched. "Well ain't that a fuckin' sight."

Then he was over you again, caging your body between his and the couch, claiming your lips. You could feel his cock pressing against you, the fabric growing damp as he ground down. The sensations were enough to get lost in as his hands began to roam. A stuttering gasp escaped as his clothed cock rubbed against your clit when his hips bucked. His lips trailed kisses to your ear as he did it again, your nails digging into his back with a whimper.

"Gods, don't you sound desperate?" he hummed against your ear, smiling against it as his hips pulled another whimper from you. "These little noises are why I couldn't fuck you yesterday. Wanted them to be for my ears only."

Cocky fucking Gryffindor.

“Are you even going to fuck me today?”

A dark chuckle sent vibrations through you as most of his body stilled. “If I knew you were gonna be such a brat,” one of his hands reached down and tugged his waistband, “I’d have put your mouth to better use.”

An audible smack came when his cock was freed and fell against your mound. A shiver of excitement coursed through you as he nuzzled into your neck. His hips moved back, dragging the head down over your clit and between your weeping lips. He held it there for what must have been an eternity before you whined, “Bill.”

Your hips tried to push upwards, but his hand moved to hold you firmly in place. “Yes, love?”

“Please.”

"Please what?"

Your fingers slipped through the strands of his hair and tugged until he lifted his face. "Fuck me, please."

His gaze threatened to drown you as he finally gave in to the plea and eased his cock into your eager folds. He moved slowly, your body arching with the welcome intrusion. A raspy groan of satisfaction escaped as he filled you. Your eyes fluttered at the almost painful stretch he caused.

“Gods.” He groaned, pulling out all but the tip. “Even better than I imagined.” The force of his return jolted your body, your hands gripping his biceps to brace for the next impact as his cock retreated again. "So much fucking better."

Your soft sounds of before turned high and sharp as his thrusts wrecked you. One hand held your hip and the other held his body as he leaned forward to swallow the sounds in a fevered kiss. The feeling was all consuming, each stroke a wave of pleasure that shook the ground. It was like nothing with…

Bill drew back, his eyes following the path of his hand as it traced down your face and neck to sweep over your breasts. He continued lower until it joined his other. His mouth parted as his gaze turned to admiring how his cock sunk into you. It was a beautifully vulgar sight.

Your own admiration was rewarded with a hiss as you clenched around him. Emboldened, you did it again. The steady pace he had set faltered.

Sharp blue eyes cut to yours, unamused. “Brat.”

A pleased grin broke across your face and you clenched again. Rough pressure against your clit wiped it off your face a second later.

“That’s more like it,” he said as his thumb drew tight circles around the bundle of nerves.

He found his rhythm once more despite your involuntary hold on his cock his minstraitions caused. Your hands gripped the couch as the pleasure began to roll over you in waves. "Bill," you quivered, "I think I'm—I think—"

"No need to think, love." His thrusts quickened. "Just cum on my cock for me, yeah?"

Your body willingly obliged, arching breathlessly as you were finally dragged under.

Bill cursed, his even pace once more interrupted as he felt you convulse around him. His hips continued to slam haphazardly into yours as the air returned to your lungs. Your back had barely met the couch again before you were lifted again. The haze of your orgasam left you dizzy and clinging to Bill as he moved, only realizing he had arranged himself into a seated position when he pulled you down on his cock.

The sensations were overwhelming, his size emphasized by the position. Your mouth opened to tell him it was too much, but the words were abandoned with another kiss. His release followed a moment later with his warmth coating your cunt.

The kiss broke. You sat there, foreheads pressed together and chests heaving, for a while.

“You okay?” His voice was hoarse.

“Yeah.” You pulled away, remembering his condition that had led to this. “And you? How are you feeling?”

“Uhh uhh,” he chastised, “no Healer questions when you’ve got my cum leaking out of you.”

He chuckled as you slapped his shoulder. “Fine.” With reluctance, you lifted off of him and grimaced at the feeling. “Then I’m going to shower and when I come back you’re going to answer.”

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For the second time that day, you stood under the blistering downpour and wondered if you’d made a mistake.

The ghost of his touch still lingered as you scrubbed, taunting. Every inch of skin tingled in anticipation for more. Cause gods, who wouldn’t want more?

Despite the full meal he’d eaten earlier, Bill’s appetite seemed to have returned with a vengeance. When you returned showered he was sitting at the table in only his boxers with the remaining half of the shepherd’s pie and wand discarded beside it. "Are you hungry?" he asked, offering you his spoon as you sat across from him. You shook your head and declined with a small wave. You watched him scoop a spoonful into his mouth. He looked glowing, almost. Relaxed in a way you'd never witnessed.

No, that wasn't quite right. You had seen him this serene once. Laying half mutilated in a hospital bed, laughing with his sibling before he'd heard of Fleur's horrified departure.

The sleeve of your sweater became very interesting as you began to pick at it. "So how are you feeling?"

He took his time chewing, putting the spoon down and threading his fingers together to rest his chin against. "Like I just got shagged."

You huffed.

"It's a bloody great feeling, innit? Especially remembering your face when I—"

"Bill, I'm serious." You looked up at him wearing a mask you'd perfected during the years in the Hospital Wing. "There's no point in us…shagging if it's not alleviating your symptoms."

His face dropped. “I thought you enjoyed it.”

The hurt in his voice made you flounder. “Of course I enjoyed it. It was—fuck it was great.” You rubbed at your forehead. “But I’m your Healer. My main priority is your health. And if this is not benefiting it, then we need to start looking into other options.”

He glared, accusingly. “Other options like you leaving?”

“If you can’t tell me how you’re feeling, maybe.”

You winced watching his body tense. It felt too familiar. A scene that had been played out before.

His hands fell to the table as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t smell him as much. His scent is still here, lingering, but it doesn't bother me. I feel—or felt—content."

"Is it because he's gone?"

His head shook.

Outside the window, the waxing moon stood proudly over the ocean. "We'll see how you feel tomorrow and run a full diagnostic. Figure out how we’ll deal with the full moon.”

The chair scraped against the floor as he stood. “Right, tomorrow then.” With a wave of his wand, the food and utensil flew back to the kitchen into their proper places. “I’m gonna head off to bed.”

“Goodnight.” You said nothing more as he climbed the stairs.

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ashboilol · 8 months

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Just my two cents - Snape didn't join the Death Eaters because Lily friendzoned him. He never even asked her out, so that is logically incorrect (although Snaters don't use logic, what am I saying). He joined because he was overtime groomed into it, and because the Light tormented and wronged him constantly.

And his actions weren't creepy. There is nothing to suggest they were. And by the way, he shouldn't be expected to ask for the life of his abuser, and he could NOT have asked for Harry's life, because Harry was already marked, and no, if he was really cool with them dying, he would NOT have gone to Dumbledore. Snaters repeatedly forget, no actually willingly ignore that. And they ignore it because as Itachi Uchiha said, people don't want to hear the truth, because it breaks their illusions.

Peace out :)

#pro snape #anti marauders #anti james potter #anti snaters

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 2 years

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Do you remember the scene in the fourth book, where Draco is turned in to a ferret? Could you write something where the reader finds Draco, unaware that it's him and takes him to her dorm and he has to stay for the night? Like reader and Draco usually don't get along (maybe Gryffindor reader) but she talks with Hermione about him and everything. And when the reader wakes up the next morning it's not a ferret but Draco lying next to her and she gets super embarrassed? Would be great if you have an idea on how to write it.

Thanks for your request! I really hope that this makes some sense since I struggled with writing it in a way that it all sounds logical. Hope you like this anyway!

The ferret

“It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.”

Dumbledore´s words still echoed in your head. This had been the most amazing message in a very long time. You knew that this year would be amazing. Instead of hunting down giant snakes or supposed serial killers together with Harry, this year you would be able to lean back and watch someone else experience all the adventures. You on the other hand would watch the bustle from a safe distance. There was nothing that could go wrong this year, was there?

You walked along the long corridors with Hermione, Ron and Harry, chatting about the most obvious topic after that announcement.

“It´s unfair that no one under the age of seventeen is allowed to participate. I mean it´s not my fault I was born too late.”, Ron grumbled.

“There´s a reason for this rule Ron.”, Hermione explained for the tenth time. “It´s too dangerous. We aren´t educated enough to participate at the tournament. I´m sure that the challenges will be very demanding.”

“And besides.”, you added, “I don’t think we would stand a chance against the older ones. I heard Diggory and Warrington want to participate. They would have some lead anyway.” “Yeah, but imagine all the money… You could do so much with it….”, Ron´s voice sounded dreamy.

“Maybe your family could finally afford things that aren’t used already, Weaselbee.”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You rolled your eyes. Draco Malfoy somehow always managed to appear in the most adverse moments.

“Just ignore him.”, you mumbled, as you felt Ron tense next to you.

“Oh yeah, Weaselbee, listen to her. You´re probably too stupid to think for yourself. Lies within the family as my father has told me.”

Now, Hermione and you needed to grab Ron and Harry by their shoulders so they wouldn´t turn around right away and hex Malfoy in the middle of the hallway. Not that you would have resented. But Malfoy wasn’t worth a second of detention. And luckily Hermione thought the same.

“No one can tell me Malfoy wouldn’t take the chance to participate if he would have one.”, Hermione muttered.

“Obviously. Just another chance to give himself airs.”, you agreed with your friend. “Could you imagine Malfoy as our champion?”, Harry asked. “He wouldn’t even last ten seconds.”

“Dad told me some students had died in the tournament. Wouldn’t be a shame if this would happen to Malfoy though.” Ron´s face was still red, but he smiled at his cruel thoughts. “All the things that could happen to him…”

“He probably wouldn’t even dare to compete in the end.”, Hermione said.

“Or would give up as soon as he breaks off a fingernail.”, Harry laughed.

“His father would definitely hear about this.”, you chuckled, making all of you laugh.

Even though you would never admit it, you kinda missed the blond Slytherin boy over the summer holidays. Without his sneered remarks, life was way more boring. But all in all, you corrected yourself, you hadn’t missed Malfoy himself, but more the way you and your friends made fun of him. There was no other reason for you to miss him. Because you had never really liked that boy. And there was nothing that could change that.

It was your first actual day back at Hogwarts. Today, the classes had started again. Even though you had missed many things about school, homework wasn’t one of them. And after only one day, you had already loads of them. That´s why you were at dinner early, before returning to the library, to finish some of your assignments. You didn’t want to fall behind already. But not even two hours later, you felt your eyes getting heavy. With a sigh, you closed the book before you and put it back on the shelf. You saw Hermione a few desks away, delving into a book. You didn’t dare to talk to her, since you knew how much she hated it when you disturbed her while she was studying. Also, all you wanted to do by now, was get back to your dorm and in your bed.

As you walked through the already empty corridors, you suddenly heard some whimpering. You stopped and turned your head in different directions, trying to locate the noise. That´s when you saw it. A tiny white ferret crouched in one of the corners, cheeping pathetically. Carefully you took a few steps toward the pet. It was shaking frantically and its fur looked scrubby.

“Oh, you poor thing, what happened to you?”, you spoke up.

You had always had a soft spot for animals and to see that little thing that looked so beat up, made your heart clench. When the ferret saw you coming, it only crawled more into the corner, too exhausted to actually run away.

When you kneeled in front of it, the whimpering got only louder and the shivering more intense. It was obviously scared, but as far as you could see, it wasn’t hurt.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”, you asked the ferret, even though you didn’t expect an answer.

Slowly, you extended one arm and then with a quick movement you grabbed the ferret, picking it up. It squirmed, trying to escape your grip, but you were skilled in those things. Since you could remember you had always brought hurt animals home, driving first your parents and later your roommates crazy. But you didn’t care about their opinion and always fed the animals up, before releasing them into the wild again. After a few minutes, the ferret seemed to calm down, not trying to escape anymore.

“Are you hungry? We could take a look into the kitchen and ask if they got anything left. What do you think? And tomorrow we will take you to Hagrid. He will know what to do with you.”

With that, you changed your original plan to go directly to your dorm but headed towards the kitchen first.

You sat on your bed in your dorm, eying the ferret worried. The house-elves in the kitchen had given you some raw meat and water for your newest nursing case. But the ferret hadn’t touched the food yet. It had drunk the water as if it was dying of thirst, but its fur had bristled when you had tried to feed it with the raw meat. Instead, it seemed to be very interested in the chocolate on your nightstand. But this obviously wasn’t the best choice for a wild animal, so you refused to give some of it to it.

You were just trying to convince the ferret once more to try some of the raw liver, when Hermione entered the dorm. As she saw the animal on your lap, she scrunched her face.

“Once more (Y/n)?”

“I found it in the castle. Completely lost. But now it doesn’t want to eat.”

You looked at Hermione scared.

“Maybe its sick?”, your friend suggested.

She stepped closer to look at the ferret, but as she did so, it quickly got up, trying to get away from her. Luckily, you caught it, before it could disappear.

“I´ll get it to Hagrid tomorrow. He´ll know what to do.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Hagrid? He´s probably gonna feed it to some of his creatures.”

As if the ferret knew what she was saying, it squeaked indignantly. You put the meat aside and carefully caressed the fur of the ferret.

“Don’t worry, I´ll make sure he won´t. I just want to ask him if he has any idea what´s wrong with it. And when it´s fit again, I´m going to release it far away from Hagrid´s creatures and all the owls flying around here.” You glanced to Hermione´s bed, where Crookshanks was lying, eyes fixed on the small thing on your lap and licking its muzzle. “And cats.”, you added.

“Do you think it’s a pet?”, Hermione asked. “Maybe it belongs to one of the students. I mean it looks different from the ones roaming around outside of the castle. Just look at its fur. It´s so light, almost as if someone bleached it.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe I should ask around tomorrow. But are ferrets allowed as pets?”

Now it was on Hermione to shrug her shoulders.

“I don’t think so. But I also don’t remember that it´s forbidden.”

“I´ll take care of it tomorrow.”, you yawned. “At first I need some sleep.”

You looked at the ferret.

“You too, don’t you?”

Once again, it seemed as if the ferret understood what you were saying since it got up from your lap and tripled over your bed, straight to your pillow and curled up right in the middle of it. You laughed.

“I´ll take this as a yes.”

After you had gone to the bathroom, you grabbed your pyjamas, starting to change your clothes. You couldn’t help but feel as if the ferret that was still curled up on your pillow watched each of your movements closely, probably only waiting for you to open a door or a window, giving it a chance to escape.

Hermione, who was already laying in bed, put her book aside.

“By the way, have you heard what happened in the Great Hall at dinner?”

You shook your head. When you had been there, most of the students hadn’t arrived yet and after dinner, you had only been in the library and the kitchen.

“Padma Patil had just told me. I met her on my way back here. Apparently, Professor Moody had hexed Malfoy.”

Hermione chuckled and you stared at her in disbelieve.

“He did what?”

“Hexed Malfoy. Padma hasn’t seen what had happened, but Parvati had told her. Apparently, Malfoy had disputed with Ron and Harry. And when Harry turned his back, Malfoy wanted to hex him. But Professor Moody was faster.”

You laughed.

“What did he do?”

“Transfigured him into a rat, Padma told me. But she wasn’t sure about that. Parvati had only seen him running down the hallway afterwards.”

“And did he turn him back?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“I think so. Professor McGonagall was there too. She was certainly furious. Don’t think she appreciated this. But even if he didn’t, transfigurations of humans only last for a few hours.”

“Poor Moody, It takes some time until Professor McGonagall loses it, but if she does, I don’t want to be near. He´s lucky if he doesn’t get hexed himself.”, you chuckled.

“And she´s right. Transfiguration shouldn’t be used as a punishment.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Even if it´s Malfoy?”

“Even if it´s Malfoy.”, Hermione confirmed.

But then she chuckled.

“But I would have loved to see this nevertheless.”, she grinned.

You laughed.

“Me too. We have to ask Harry and Ron about it tomorrow immediately. I need a detailed report.”

“Do you think Malfoy will let this matter rest?”, Hermione said, now a little bit more serious.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“What does he want to do? And besides, he´s probably way too scared of Moody. Kind of understandable, I guess.”

“Probably his father will hear about it.”, Hermione chuckled, making you grin.

You let yourself fall onto your bed and tried to shove the ferret on your pillow to the side, but it squeaked in protest, trying to defend its cosy position. You sighted.

“You are just like Malfoy, you know that? You could be kinda cute if you wouldn’t be so annoying. Also, now that I think about it, your hair looks very similar.”

“I´m sure I misheard this (Y/n). Did you just call Malfoy cute?”, Hermione said in a mocking voice.

You felt your cheeks redden. You hadn’t thought about what you had just said. Not that you actually thought Malfoy was cute. You didn’t like him. At all. But you also had to admit that besides his many bad qualities, he also had some good ones. Not only he was good-looking and an amazing Quidditch player, he was also very smart -his grades could nearly keep up with Hermione´s- and of it wouldn’t be against you, your friends and your house, his humour could actually be funny.

“I said he could be cute.”, you corrected your friend, as you snuggled yourself under the warm blanket. “If he wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass.”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, but he´s one all the time. And besides, tell me one good thing about him.”

“I don’t know. He´s clever, he´s a great seeker, he´s always good for a laugh- even if it´s unintentionally most of the time-, he´s got beautiful eyes…” You stopped when you saw Hermione´s gaze. “And he´s originated from a family full of people who would judge me for being friends with you and not thinking I´m something better since I´m a pureblood.”

The last sentence you said in a stilted voice, making Hermione laugh.

“I was actually worried about you for a moment (Y/n). I would have taken you for the last person to defend Malfoy.”

“I didn’t defend him. I just made some objective observations. I mean even you can’t deny that he´s grown attractive over the holidays, don’t you?”

“You don’t expect me to answer this, do you?”, Hermione asked.

“Relax, I´m just joking.”, you calmed your friend down. “And no matter how good-looking or smart he might be, that doesn’t matter if he stays the idiot he is.”

But as you turned off the lights and lay there in the silence, you came to the conclusion that even if you had said those things to annoy Hermione, they weren’t completely untrue. Draco Malfoy was for sure handsome and you had to admit that you might be missing something in your life without his constant teasing. But as long as he stayed the spoiled brat he was, your feelings towards the Slytherin boy wouldn’t change a bit.

That´s what you thought as you drifted off into sleep. And as you did so, you felt the tiny ferret next to you carefully cuddling itself into the crook of your neck.

Your alarm woke you up rudely the next morning. With a switch of your wand, you quickly turned off the annoying noise. You heard Hermione growling in the bed next to your quietly. The first days after the holidays were always the worst. You didn’t dare to open your eyes yet, trying to prevent your sweet dreams from slipping away completely. You felt the source of warmth next to you and turned around to nuzzle your face into it. You inhaled the comforting smell of expensive cologne and pines and listened to the steady heartbeat, just as calm as yours. You felt an arm wrapping around you and sighted in comfort. You could have lied here like this forever. You felt as if you were protected from all the harm out there. As if everything was just fine, even if it was just for this moment. You couldn’t remember a morning neither in school nor at home, where you had felt that good. And the reason for this feeling was the person right next to you, who now pulled you even closer, so your head could lay on their chest. Why hadn’t you felt like this earlier?

Because normally, no one was lying next to you. Within seconds you sat up, now fully awake. The room was still dark, but you could clearly see the contours of someone lying next to you. In your bed. Someone who hadn’t been there when you had fallen asleep. You screamed loudly, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself, crawling to the end of the bed, to get as much distance between the person and you. Rising up, as they heard your scream, the person screamed as well in a high-pitched voice, trying to grab the blanket as well, but you were still clinging on to it.

“What the hell is going on here?”, you heard the sleepy voice of Hermione.

With a switch of her wand, she opened the curtains, making the sunlight fall into your room.

You stared at the person on your bed in disbelief.

“Malfoy? What? How? Why? What are you doing here? How did you come in?”, you stuttered, as you recovered from the shock.

“Asks the person who brought me here.”, Malfoy muttered, his cheeks were red, but probably nothing compared to how much your face had heated up.

“What? How could I… No, why should I bring you here? Are you kidding me?”, you asked, feeling the anger boiling up in you.

Was that some kind of cruel joke? How dared he sneak to your dorm and into your bed and blame you for it?

“If you would stop being such a do-gooder, you may not drag innocent people into your dorm, who had been cursed and aren’t able to defend themselves.”, he snapped back.

“What?”

“The ferret.”, you heard Hermione´s voice from the other side of the room.

You stared at her in disbelief.

“The ferret?”

“Remember? Professor Moody had hexed Malfoy. It wasn’t a rat. It was a ferret.”

“Sometimes even you have some bright moments, Granger.”, Malfoy sneered.

“Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight.”, you said, before Hermione could reply something unfriendly. “You were the ferret I found yesterday in the corridor?”

Malfoy nodded.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Well, you aren’t that bright, are you (Y/l/n)? How could I? I´ve been a ferret.”

“But you could have done something. Anything. To make us notice. By Merlin´s beard. You slept in my bed. You heard how Hermione and I talked about… Oh good lord, I even changed in front of you.”

You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. Malfoy grinned cockily.

“Not that I would have minded.”

“I think that´s my cue. I´ll get ready somewhere else. See you at breakfast.”, Hermione said, before grabbing her things and opening the door.

“Wait. How do we get him out of here?”, you held her back.

But Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.

“Down the stairs and through the common room.” “How are we going to explain that?”

“I won´t have to, you brought him here, you will get him out.”, Hermione grinned, obviously enjoying your desperation.

“Mione.”, you whined.

“I´ll think of something (Y/n) how I´ll get the other out of here. But first I´ll get ready and unlike you, I don’t want Malfoy watching me.”

She quickly closed the door behind her and the pillow you had thrown into her direction only hit the wood.

“Great friends you have.”, Draco rumbled.

“Says the boy, who was not in his dorm for an entire night and no one noticed.”, you countered. “Now just get out of here, this is more than embarrassing.”

But Draco just grinned at you and laid back again.

“What part exactly love? That you slept in the same bed with me? Or that I saw you in your -by the way really adorable- underwear? Or that I heard every single thing Granger and you talked about the last evening?” With each of his words, you felt your face redden more and more until you feared you might burst into flames right away. You grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around your body, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You were neither supposed to hear nor see any of these things. If someone should be embarrassed, then it´s you.”

But Malfoy looked at you unimpressed.

“I´m the victim. I was hexed by a professor and then kidnapped by you.”

You laughed in disbelief.

“Kidnapped? I wanted to help you. Well, not you, the ferret. I mean, you are… You were the ferret. But I didn’t know…”

“But you also can´t blame me though, can you?”

You clenched your jaw. He was right. You couldn’t.

“Well, if it was so horrible here, you might as well leave now.”, you snapped.

Slowly Draco sat up and looked at you. His gaze grew more intense and made shivers run down your spine. Unintentionally, you wrapped the blanket tighter around your body.

“I never said it was horrible though. Well, except the food.”

He scrunched his nose. You let out a small giggle at the thought that you actually wanted to feed the spoiled Draco Malfoy with the residues from the kitchen. Malfoy looked at you pleasantly surprised as he heard your laugh.

“Well, sorry about that.”, you chuckled.

“I´m sure if I would have been an actual ferret, I would have enjoyed it though.”, he said, making you laugh once more.

“See? Sometimes I can even make you laugh intentionally.” As you remembered the conversation with Hermione the last day, you felt your face heating up again.

“Right, about that… Just don’t pride yourself on that, okay Malfoy?”, you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t worry, I´ll just forget it if that´s what you want.”

You looked at him in surprise. You had expected that he would hold every word you had said against you. The positive things as well as the negative ones.

“Okay. Well, thanks, I guess.”

“It´s fine. I mean you are right. I wasn’t meant to hear this, so I shouldn’t nail you down for what you have said.”

You nodded thankfully.

“But can I ask you one thing about it?”, Malfoy asked, his voice sounding serious.

You sighted.

“Sure.”

“You said you might think I´m cute if I wouldn’t be…”

“If you wouldn’t be you?”

“If I wouldn’t be such an idiot sometimes.” You nodded.

“Did you mean this?”

You hesitated. Have you meant it? You remembered the feeling when you had woken up next to him. You hadn’t known it was him, still, you had had the feeling as if you could trust him. As if you had been safe. You slowly nodded.

“I think so.”

“So if I might…”, Malfoy stopped and scratched his neck. “If I would try to avoid some topics in the future, do you think… Well, that the two of us might be able to… get along sometime?”

You looked at him in surprise, but for Malfoy, the patterns duvet cover seemed to be very interesting now.

“It´s not just about the comments, you know? It´s about the fact that you believe in the things you say.”

Malfoy nodded.

“And if I… if I would try to change that too?”

“You know it´s not that easy, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I think it might be worth a try.”

He glanced up at you, throwing you a shy smile, that for some reason, made your heartbeat speed up. You couldn’t help but return your smile.

“I think so too.”

Malfoy sighted in relief.

“I promise I will try.” But then his cocky smile returned to his face. “But honestly, you would miss it if I wouldn’t tease you anymore, wouldn’t you?”

You laughed.

“But I wouldn’t mind if you wouldn’t insult my friends, family and house every time you do so.”

Malfoy looked slightly embarrassed.

“Well, I might try. But I won’t promise anything.”

“Neither will I.”

Your gaze caught his and you felt some goosebumps on your skin as he smiled sweetly at you. But then another thought crossed your mind.

“Why that change of heart though?”

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“You look cute when you sleep, I guess.”, he said.

You weren’t sure if he was honest or joking. Probably both.

“You know that sounded creepy, don’t you?”, you laughed.

“Sorry.”, the boy chuckled. “But it´s true though.”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer. Then your gaze fell on the clock.

“Shit.”, you cursed. “Already that late?”

You got up, grabbing some fresh clothes.

“You really need to leave. Don’t want to be late on my second day.”

“Shouldn’t I wait for you?”, Malfoy asked, but you shook your head.

“I need to get ready first.”

“Wouldn’t mind watching. It´s not like I´ve never done before”, the boy said teasingly.

“Out. Now!”, you laughed.

Malfoy got up and went to the door.

“See you around (Y/n).”, he smiled.

“See you around.”, you said, before you added: “You need to go left and then down the stairs and through the common room.”

Draco nodded and threw you a last smile, before he left the room.

You had just gathered all of your things when you realized, you had forgotten to tell him something important.

Quickly, you left the room.

“Draco?”, you called.

But then you heard a loud bang and a string of curse words, you didn’t even know.

“Would it have hurt you to tell me that those stairs turn into a fucking slide, (Y/l/n)?”, he yelled from downstairs.

“Are you hurt?”, you asked worried.

“Only my pride.”, he grumbled as he got up again, in a not-so-elegant way.

“Normally that´s how boys are prevented to get into the girl's dorm. But looks like it doesn’t count for transfigured ones.”, you explained to him from the upper landing.

“Then I´ll have to get myself turned into a ferret every time I want to visit you?”, Malfoy mocked.

“Maybe you don’t have to sneak into my dorm every time you want to do so.”, you countered.

Malfoy laughed.

“We´ll see about that love.”

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juniperpyre · 3 months

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i think my key issue with the sanitization of death eater characters is that it feels like people do not see their stories as tragic or empathize with the characters until we have a hc that's like "actually they were morally good the whole time!"

regulus black and severus snape are tragic characters and child soldiers no matter what side they were "really" on. even barty crouch jr, who may not have been groomed into being a death eater, is tragic when you spend a second to consider his relationship with his father. there are plenty of death eaters who we know are taking after their fathers in joining the cult. lucius malfoy, who was a prefect when the marauders enter hogwarts, most likely spread the death eater ideology, since the ideology is just a more extreme version/logical endpoint of what already existed in the wizarding world.

to me, these ideas are not headcanons, because they are heavily implied by the text. when jkr mentions malfoy in the deathly hallows that is not for no reason.

mallfoy's acceptance of snape and position of power are both highlighted in this sentence. we can infer that snape felt a sense of community for the first time in Slytherin. with malfoy as a prefect we can infer that the culture of Slytherin house lifted up bigots and those with an important family name.

this is a culture that breeds more bigotry. we know that Dumbledore did not step in to stop this cultural development in the 90s, after already seeing what it could do!!! so we can infer that he did not in the 70s. so a bunch of children were left alone in an echo chamber of hate. of course some of them became fanatics!!!

this doesn't mean they shouldn't be held accountable. but we cannot expect children to overcome cultural and political hegemony all alone. like.... that's just not how the world works. and it's tragic that children are fodder for fascist's wars, especially when the fact that the children were abused or neglected makes them more vulnerable to be fodder.

regulus and severus weren't treated as people, their humanity was denied by the fascist they served, bc that's how fascism works. exploring their characters as they are in canon, with full humanity, without needing to change their stories to see that humanity, is much more interesting to me. it is much more in the spirit of redemption and restoration.

#regulus black #severus snape #marauders #text #m #analysis #hp meta #death eaters #i will say like one is not obligated to use fandom and fic to do deep cultural analysis and that is not the point of this post #the point is i've always loved sirius black and related to him #and i love lily evans and relate to her #and they loved these people too

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annabtg · 10 months

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Headcanon post: the Sirius & James friendship

It is a well-known and irrefutable fact that James was Sirius's favourite person in the world. However, this sometimes leads people to think that Sirius treated James the way he later treats his new favourite person in the world, Harry - which I completely disagree with.

Sirius is very protective towards Harry, of course he is. Harry is a child, an orphan who was/should have been placed in his care. And at that point in his life, Sirius is a broken and disillusioned man with no other purpose than to care for the person dearest in his heart and at the same time atone for his best friend's death, which he still feels responsible for. Of course he drops everything, fights everyone, risks his life and freedom for Harry. But his relationship with James wasn't - can't have been like that.

Sirius and James are equals. Sirius sees James as a partner in crime, he appreciates his mind and skills; and James sees Sirius the exact same way. They've got each other's back; it's not one protecting the other at all costs. They both have lives at that point, even if one has a family and the other doesn't. (Single people are just as worthy of life as people with families! Follow me for more tips.)

I've said before that I see Sirius and James having an older brother/younger brother dynamic. Sirius has power over James that no one else does, as we see in SWM ("put that away, will you" - "if it bothers you"). He will die for him, but he *will* give him shit before he does. Oldest siblings will know what I'm talking about: you can make your sibling suffer if you feel like it, but Merlin help anyone else who think they can touch them.

Meanwhile, James adores Sirius and looks up to him. He is spoiled and attention-seeking, like a little brother would be, full of himself and stubborn. He won't admit to his faults or ask for help; and Sirius, who grew up under constant pressure and hated every minute of it, would never step up on his own "because he knows better". He is smart enough to know better, but he will never step in front of someone and tell them they're being an idiot. He is the type to let people suffer the consequences of their own actions (see: The Prank).

I think it's telling that, when the Potters are in hiding, it's Lily who asks Sirius to visit James. Sirius shouldn't need to be told to visit James; nobody doubts that Sirius loved James, that he was very concerned about the Potters' situation and he had them in his mind constantly. Yet he steps back and stays away - possibly on Dumbledore's orders (too many visits might draw attention) - while at the same time, James refuses to admit he can't deal with it. Sirius hadn't guessed James would suffer in lockdown? He's known him for ten years at this point, I'm pretty sure he did. And I'm pretty sure they talk often and exchange letters. This, imo, shows that Sirius, where James is concerned (or at this point in his life) is more logical than sentimental. He puts safety and the Order first, and James's feelings (and probably his own too) second.

Tl;dr: while Sirius was utterly devoted to James, I don't agree with the view that his actions always put James's wishes first and foremost. However, he'd do anything to keep him safe; which is why he was so devastated when James died, why he took it personally, and why he took such pains to take care of Harry and keep him safe afterwards.

#sirius black #james potter #james & sirius #hp meta #my headcanons

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extra-venomous-tentacula · 3 months

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Oh, hey, quick question for the classroom. Might be silly.

So, Dumbledore made Lupin a Prefect to keep the other Marauders in check.

Which means he was very well aware of the bullying issue (how could he not be, really?).

He has also been shown to pick/not pick Prefects based on more than mere academic achievement and rule-abiding on their part, but also for more subjective reasons (such as Ron becoming a prefect as a confidence boost for the kid with five older, successful siblings, Lupin as a buffer for his friends, etc).

Now, my question is: why didn't he make Snape a Prefect, too?

It would be the logical, practical course to follow. If one is actually intentioned to put an end to the issue at hand, that is.

It would be a teachable moment for Snape, too, if you will. Being given just a little of power and confidence could've made all the difference to a kid who had no control of his circumstances whatsoever.

(And I don't want to hear "yeah but he would've taken points off unfairly, based on bias"... Draco was a Prefect, too, and did exactly that. Ron ignored the twin's antics. Points don't matter in the grand scheme of things).

Just my two cents, could honestly be wrong.

#severus snape #pro snape #has this been discussed? like im honestly curious #i don't know if im not taking things into account or if it's just dumbledore being biased again

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iamnmbr3 · 4 months

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I love how literally the one time Draco didn't come to visit him on the train Harry immediately went to find him. And then Draco recognized him by the sound of his breathing and a glimpse of his shoe. And then despite being convinced Draco is a Death Eater on a mission Harry never once worries Draco would harm HIM even tho it would be logical to assume that's what his mission at Hogwarts is.

And he's not even that mad at him about the nose breaking incident. Like he's more angry at Snape for berating him for being late than at Draco for actually attacking him. And he backs off completely after the Sectum Sempra incident even tho Draco has basically admitted that something is going on - just because he doesn't want to hurt Draco more.

And then in book 7 when you'd think he'd blame Draco for Dumbledore's death as well as Snape he doesn't and feels great pity for Draco. And when he sees him using an unforgivable thru Voldemort's eyes he immediately accepts Draco doesn't want to and is being forced. And instead of assuming he's beyond redemption now he just pities him more for what he's going through. It's wild. You would not expect him to view someone he purely dislikes this way or give him so much benefit of the doubt.

And that's not even getting into how in book 6 Draco has Harry entirely at his mercy in the beginning and doesn't even think of trying to take him to Voldemort or kill him. And in book 7 he risks a horrific death for himself and his family and gives up the probable last chance to get back in Voldemort's good graces - in other words gives up everything he has been taught to aspire towards - just to say "I can't be sure."

#drarry #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #i rewatched the movies during a new years marathon on tv and now i have feelings

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hogwartscastle · 1 year

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I have been in this fandom for like nine years now and just a few minutes ago I came across one of the most logical theories ever?!

"Snape didn't kill Dumbledore with the curse because he didn't want to kill him (we know that it takes will to make forbidden curses work). The blast of the curse caused Dumbledore to fall down the astronomy tower. That's why Harry didn't get rid of the Full Body-Bind Curse until Dumbledore's impact."

Say what you want but this is a good one.

#Why have I never heard of this one before??#severus snape #albus dumbledore #harry potter #hogwarts #half-blood prince #hp6 #book #potterhead #theory #magicfolk #pottersource #dailypotter #wizarding world #harry potter and the half-blood prince #fandom #dailywizardwheezes

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padfootagain · 1 year

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For Your Family

Here I come for a new request for my Comeback Event! This was an anon request for Sirius Black : “Hi! :)) can I request, please? Sirius Black+ Soulmates AU + Arranged marriage

It'd nice if reader's house is Slytherin (if not it's totally ok) Thank you so much lovely! 💚”

Thank you so much for your request, anon! I wasn’t so sure how to include an arranged marriage in the Marauders world, I hope you won’t be disappointed in the choice I’ve made to explain why the two had to get married. I’m not a huge fan of the whole pureblood thingy that’s quite commonly used… so I’ve tried to find another way.

I hope you like what I’ve written for your request!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: set during the First Wizarding War, mentions of trauma, violence, and some sacrifices to be made to protect one’s loved ones. No actual depiction of violence, though. A make out session, but nothing explicit (still no nsfw here).

Summary: Your fight against Voldemort has gotten you into trouble, and now your family is at risk. Your only choice to protect your family is to separate yourself from them, and what better way to do that than to marry Sirius Black? After all, your families hate each other. But in a world of soulmates, faking a marriage is even more complicated.

Word Count: 5233

It’s funny how a life can be turned upside-down all of a sudden.

A matter of minutes, and everything stops, everything is destroyed, everything needs to be reinvented.

This is one of these moments. The moment when you lose everything that was familiar and need to reinvent yourself if you’re to survive. Weird feeling. Overwhelming. So overwhelming that you don’t really register the news when it falls on your shoulders. You don’t understand it. Or rather, you understand the words, your brain fathoms their meaning but the emotional connection is blocked. You’re numb more than devastated.

Strange.

“The only way to keep your family safe is to never go back. Show that you’ve detached yourself fully from them.”

“But they’re not on our side…”

“I know, but that doesn’t change anything. They’re not on His side either. Which means that He could still consider them a threat. Traitors. He could think that they are on our side too. Do you understand, Y/N?”

You stare at Moody and his strange magical eye, and nod. You understand. It’s logical thinking. You need to make sure that your family is out of any suspicion, or the Dark Lord will come for them. They’re already into hiding, but you need to make sure that everybody knows that your choice to fight in the Order doesn’t match their own fight. They are neutral in this war, and you don’t blame them. They don’t agree with Voldemort, they’re just scared.

You are too. Absolutely terrified. But what else can you do? You reckon that you won’t be able to live with yourself if you just hide with the rest of your family and do nothing.

“What can I do to show that there is no link between my family and myself anymore?” you ask Moody, dreading his answer.

But he shrugs.

“Building a family of your own could help. Show that you’ve moved on.”

By his side, Dumbledore is lost in thought. His electric blue eyes are fixed on a stain on the yellow wallpaper that covers all the rooms of your small hiding place.

You can’t go home anymore. It’s too dangerous. You’re trapped in this tiny apartment instead.

“I reckon that… Alastor is correct,” the old wizard suddenly breaks the heavy silence that had settled in the room. “You should build yourself a new family, or at least, fake it.”

“How do I do that?”

“I heard that your family hated the Blacks…”

“Rightly so.”

“But Sirius as well. Do they not?”

“Yes… they… they don’t like him. They don’t think he’s different from his family.”

“But we do know that he’s different, and Voldemort knows as well. Or at least, he is suspicious towards him.”

You slowly nod.

“He will soon have to go into hiding, right?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. The Potters are already hiding, and I reckon he will soon have to do the same,” Dumbledore nods, before setting his magnetic eyes on yours, and some invisible strength seem to be forcing you to stare back, you find yourself unable to look away. “Actually… this could be the perfect excuse to convince Mr. Black to finally hide.”

“What are you talking about?”

Dumbledore takes a moment to look for the right words, but when he speaks again, his idea doesn’t seem less shocking to you, by any means.

“Your family would probably push you away if you were romantically involved with Mr. Black. So, I recommend that the two of you pretend to be a couple for a while. You could both go into hiding after your wedding.”

“A wedding?”

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. A wedding.”

Sirius stares at you with round eyes, expecting you to break out of character and confess that you’re only joking. Because all of this has to be a joke…

“What do you mean getting married. For real?”

“Dumbledore said that we needed to get all the paperwork done, to make it official. That way, my family will get mad, and will be loud about it. They’ll push me away. And they’ll be out of trouble.”

Sirius shakes his head.

“We… we barely know each other,” he argues. “I mean… we’ve worked together on a couple of missions, but that’s it. We don’t even know each other from Hogwarts, you being in Slytherin…”

“There’s no need to be mean about that,” you interrupt him, but he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not, I’m just saying that we didn’t talk to each other back then. We’ve spent… maybe five days together. We can’t get married. Besides… we’re not soulmates. You’re not my soulmate. Who could believe that?”

“Look… I know it’s a big thing to ask from you. It’s… it’s a huge favour to ask…”

“It’s not even a favour at this point…”

“But my family is in danger, and I have no other plan.”

Sirius falls silent, and you seize the occasion to continue.

“Please, Sirius. We need to get married. We need to do it for real. We need to get all the official papers. We need my family and yours to know about it, so they can both be vocal about how despicable we are. We need to go into hiding together. And then, my family will push me away, and they’ll be safe. And after the war, once everything is calmer again, we can get a divorce, and get back to our normal lives. But this is my only chance at protecting my family. Please, I’m begging you.”

“It’s not that simple. Why would we get divorced? If we get married in the first place, it’s because we’re going to pretend that we are soulmates, that we are meant for each other. What then? Have you ever heard of soulmates divorcing?”

“We’ll confess everything. We’ll say that we lied, that we’re not soulmates, and that it was all to protect my family. We’ll tell the truth, get a divorce. And you’ll be free to go looking for the real love of your life.”

Sirius stares at you, at your eyes now full of tears you’re struggling to withhold and…

How can he say no?

You’ll just get a divorce once everything is over. You… you’ll just pretend. He needs to get into hiding anyway, there isn’t a choice anymore. It’s too dangerous for him, and he knows it.

People simply don’t get that he doesn’t care about dying. He doesn’t reckon he’s worth all the trouble of hiding him, of taking risks for him. He’d rather be the one on the front line.

But here you are now, staring at him with this desperate, broken expression written all over your features, and he genuinely feels like he’s your only chance.

He didn’t get the chance to have a good family, but you do. He knows what it means though, to be happy, to be loved and cared for by your parents. The Potters showed him that. And if he had to marry a stranger to ensure that the Potters would be safe, he wouldn’t hesitate. So, why would you?

Slowly, he nods.

“Alright. What papers do I need to sign?”

You stare at the ring on your finger, and there’s a lump in your throat.

You’re married. To an almost-stranger.

In the kitchen, you hear Sirius emptying a box filled with plates and glasses and knives.

You’re into hiding. That’s it. It’s done.

You look out by the window. In this small cabin, you’re surrounded by a deep forest of pine trees. It’s summer. Flowers are scattered across the patch of grass before your cabin. It’s sunny outside still, a late afternoon still bathed by bright sunshine.

In your hand, you’re still holding your family’s letter. You haven’t opened it. You don’t want to. You don’t need to. You already know what’s inside, no need to actually read it and make the pain a thousand times worse.

The sounds from the kitchen wane but you don’t notice. You don’t notice either when Sirius enters the living room, standing before the sofa where you’re sitting. You’re staring at the bright sky instead. It’s blue and infinite and the same as yesterday.

Funny how the world remains the same no matter what happens in your life…

“Are you okay?”

You jump as Sirius’s deep voice suddenly fills up the room. But you nod, lying, and he knows you’re not being earnest.

“You haven’t read it, have you?” he asks, nodding towards the letter still resting on your laps.

You look up sheepishly at him, shaking your head. He heaves a sigh.

“Do you want me to read it for you?”

“I don’t want to know what it says,” you confess in a whisper.

“I’ll just tell you if the plan is working.”

You hesitate one last time. You look at the sealed envelope, turning it in between your fingers. At last, you hand it to him, without looking at him.

He’s silent as he reads it. He doesn’t say anything, keeps an unreadable expression. It lasts for a few minutes: him standing next to the couch, motionless; you sitting on the sofa, looking away. Silence is everywhere, heavy, filling up all the space around you and inside you as well, from your heart to your lungs…

Finally, Sirius clears his throat, folding the letter again and slipping it back into its envelope. At last, you look up at him again.

He offers you a kind smile.

“It worked. Everything is going as planned. No need to reply to their letter. We’re fine.”

You nod, giving him a grateful smile as he gives you back the note.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

You’re not certain whether you feel relieved or devastated. Probably a little bit of both. Sirius recognizes this look on your face, he’s worn it often during his teenage years.

“What about a warm meal? I make some amazing pastas.”

“Really?”

“I do. Best of the entire Order!”

You can’t refrain a chuckle.

“How can I refuse such an offer?”

“You can’t.”

He notices that you’re staring at his left hand, and he shrugs as he answers to your silent question.

“We’re inside, it’s just us… no need to wear our wedding bands, I reckon.”

“Right…”

“I can wear it if it makes you feel better. But then… we have both agreed that this… is not real. Just… two colleagues hiding.”

“Two colleagues with the same name though,” you joke, a small smile playing on your lips. And it’s small and shy and barely there, but at least you’re not crying. That’s already a lot.

But you’re surprised when Sirius doesn’t laugh, or even smile. Instead, he sternly stares at you. You notice that he has clenched his jaw.

“One more proof that it isn’t real. I would never let my soulmate wear my name.”

“Really? Why?”

The muscles along his jaw jump. You see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to swallow. His stare is so intense, you can’t look away from his grey eyes.

“It’s a shitty name. A shitty family. I won’t let the person I’ll love my entire life suffer because of it the way I did. The way I still do.”

He doesn’t give you the chance to answer, and strides out of the room, going back into the kitchen. You remain sitting there, puzzled, for a few minutes. And when you finally get up to help him cook an early dinner, you haven’t taken off your wedding ring. It still sits there, around your finger.

You expected life with Sirius to be less pleasurable as it turns out to be.

He’s quite fun to be around. Quite charming as well. A shame he’s not your soulmate.

After all, you’ve always believed that you would know at first sight. Whoever your soulmate can be, you’re certain that you will recognize them in an instant. Love at first sight. No need to check any birthmarks, you’ll know. When you see them, you’ll know.

It doesn’t mean that Sirius has no effect on you, because he does. He’s charming, and attractive, and sweet behind his cold behaviour. You almost feel guilty for enjoying this time spent with Sirius. After all, your friends are risking their lives out there, but what can you do? It drives you mad to stay here, but you can see that Sirius feels even worse. He’s pacing most of the time these days. It’s been three weeks, and he’s like a wolf in a cage.

It's late now. Stars shining outside, above the canopy of pine trees that surround your house. There’s a full moon out there, Sirius is worried, even more than usual. You guess he’s thinking about Remus. That’s probably why he’s sitting in the little alcove around the window, his temple resting against the cool windowpane.

“You must be missing them.”

He turns to you with a small frown across his brow. There’s a pale light coming in from the moon, shining over one side of his features, while the rest of his face is coloured by the warm glow coming from the candles alit throughout the room and the fire burning in the hearth. He’s attached his hair in a messy bun, like he often does, and you can’t help the thought that forms in your mind. You like it when he wears his hair like that.

He looks handsome, and you wish you didn’t find him so attractive. Because he’s not your soulmate, you must remember that.

“Who are you talking about?” he asks you, tilting his head to the side a little in a questioning stance.

“Your friends. Your family.”

He snorts loudly.

“My friends, sure. My family, not at all.”

“I meant… the Potters.”

He falls silent again for a moment, before slowly nodding. When he speaks up again, his voice is deeper than usual, it has dropped down by an octave. The sound warms your soul and makes you shiver at the same time. Your heart beats faster all of a sudden.

“Yeah… yeah, I miss them quite a lot.”

“Remus must be having a rough night,” you add, nodding towards the moon.

“Yep. I’m worried about him. I hope he’s okay, wherever he is.”

He looks at you for a while longer, before speaking again.

“How are you feeling about all this?”

“All this?”

“Your family, I mean.”

You shrug. What else can you say? Sirius merely nods, and you truly believe that he understands your simple gesture.

“I’d rather be out there, though,” he goes on, and you can’t refrain a chuckle.

“I had noticed. You’re pacing so much these days, we’ll soon have holes in the carpet.”

It’s his time to chuckle, and you welcome the warm sound.

“Yeah, well… I’m not the type to simply… sit back and see how it turns out.”

“Hmm… it was already the case in Hogwarts, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah, you can put it like that,” Sirius laughs.

You realize it’s the first time you hear that sound today. You reckon that’s a shame.

“You turned my hair purple once,” you go on, welcoming a more light-hearted conversation.

“Did I?” Sirius asks, laughing even more. “I don’t remember that.”

“Third year.”

He looks through his memories, but can’t recall the exact prank.

“I cursed your sorry arse so hard you stayed in the Hospital Wing for two weeks,” you add, and this time, Sirius’s face lightens with recognition.

“Oh! Yes! I remember that! It was totally worth it, the face you pulled!”

You’re both laughing wholeheartedly now, and it feels good. It feels nice to just relax, to forget about what is going on outside for a little while. You know this is ephemeral. It will be gone with the breaking of dawn, you have no doubts about it. Still… it’s nice. You bathe in that warm feeling, in the sound of his bark-like laughter, the sight of his eyes watering with joy. It’s a rare sight to see. You’re glad to witness it.

And as he looks at you again, sees you holding your stomach because of your loud laughter, your hair dishevelled and your clothes a little messy… he likes it. That sight. You looking comfortable and happy, almost as if the world wasn’t ending. It feels right. It almost feels like he’s meant to see you this way. He doesn’t quite know what to do with this feeling, but he welcomes it all the same.

“You know… it’s not so bad to be trapped here with you,” Sirius says as you both calm down.

He rests his back against the curve of the alcove again, letting one of his legs hang by the wall, while the other is bent, knee resting against the windowpane. He’s staring at you with his grey eyes burning from the light of the hearth, a crooked smile on his lips.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight.

“Yeah?” you ask back, a little too short of breath under his intense stare to gather enough strength to say anything more.

“I mean… It still sucks to be stuck in this cabin, don’t get me wrong. But I… I was quite… concerned about us living under the same roof. And I’m pleasantly surprised.”

“Me too, actually. You’re not as insufferable as I thought you would be.”

“Good to hear…”

“I have to admit though that… this is not exactly how I had imagined my honeymoon…”

He laughs at your joke again, and you soon join him.

“Yeah… me neither.”

“I bet you’d like a long journey across the globe. Or on an exotic island somewhere…”

Sirius shrugs.

“I don’t know… that does sound fun. But… I reckon that something simpler would be nice too.”

“Really?”

“As long as they’re happy, I wouldn’t care.”

He frowns as your smile changes from amused to tender.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you shrug. “I just… You’re surprising, that’s all.”

“In a good way?”

“Yeah, in a good way.”

You exchange a smile, and Sirius takes a deep breath before asking his next question. His heart beats faster all of a sudden, he doesn’t dare look for an explanation for the frantic rhythm.

“Have you been looking for them, by the way? Your soulmate, I mean.”

“No, not really. What’s the point in a world like that? It would just… make it harder for me to focus on what needs to be done and… it would only be one more person to protect.”

“One more way to get hurt…”

“Exactly. Wrong timing. I’ll think about them once the war is over.”

“I like your confidence. The way you seem certain that you’ll survive all this.”

“What’s the point in thinking the contrary? It won’t help.”

“No… no, I guess you’re right.”

“What about you? Have you looked for them?” you ask him, and you don’t miss the way he tenses up. You regret questioning him about something so personal, but he answers anyway.

“No, I haven’t. Because of the war as well, of course. But also because… my family… it’s complicated. I’m just getting back on my feet after… all that happened with them. I’m finally feeling better. I don’t want to find them too soon, when I’m still recovering from all this. I don’t want them to be disappointed.”

He looks away in a hurry, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a series of tattoos colouring the pale skin of his forearms. He digs into the back pocket of his jeans to get a cigarette. He lights it up without his wand, nor a sound. You can’t help but smile. Sirius is an impressive wizard, a shame his family never told him so.

“I don’t think they would be disappointed though,” you answer so earnestly, Sirius has to look up at you again.

He blows a cloud of smoke before speaking once more, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

“Yeah, sure… traumatised guys are amazing partners to build a life xith, you didn’t know that?”

“I’m just saying that… if someone loves you, they will want to help.”

Sirius remains silent for a moment, taking another drag off his cigarette.

“I don’t know, I just… you’re talking about your soulmate,” you go on. “They should be there for you, no matter what happens.”

“I don’t want to burden them with all this.”

“Why not?”

“Because… because I don’t think they’ll be able to love me if I do.”

He lets out a wry laugh.

“The boys keep on telling me that… it’s all bullshit, they agree with you. But I don’t feel like that. I think… I don’t want to be a burden, that’s all.”

“You’re not a burden, Sirius.”

“Not to you, I’m not. You’re the one to owe me one!”

“True,” you smile at him, and he copies your gestures.

He blows one more cloud of smoke, and he seems to be relaxing again.

“Well… for all that’s worth… and it should count for something, as I am legally your wife… I wouldn’t be disappointed if you were my soulmate.”

Sirius quirks an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“No, I wouldn’t be,” you repeat, still serious, and you see him blushing a bit, but he doesn’t look away. “You’re a good man. Annoying but… good.”

He chuckles at that, but the smile that lingers on his lips is grateful, and you’re not fooled.

“Well, for what it’s worth… and it should count for something, as I am legally your husband,” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and yet you can see that he’s earnest, that he means the words he speaks out loud now. “I wouldn’t be disappointed either if you were my soulmate. Actually… I’d love that.”

You’re certain that your heart is going to explode by now…

And you hate yourself for being so happy to hear these words. You can’t imagine that Sirius is your soulmate. And yet… yet you realize now that you really, really want to kiss him…

You wonder what his lips would feel like upon yours. He would probably taste like cigarettes if he were to kiss you now…

You push the thought away, but it’s hard to do so when Sirius suddenly stands up and stares at you with such an intensity, he seems to be trying to read through your very soul…

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t think you’re my soulmate.”

You quirk an eyebrow, half-amused.

“Okay…”

“No, I mean…” Sirius closes his eyes, trying to find the right words to express what he means.

He silently curses himself for being this clumsy. He takes one last drag off his cigarette and throws it in an ashtray, set on the coffee table before the sofa where you’re sitting now.

“I meant to say that… I haven’t felt instantly… pulled towards you, or anything of the kind. So, I assume that you’re not my soulmate.”

“I didn’t feel like that either,” you reassure him.

“And yet… I have to admit that… I like you. I… genuinely like you.”

You stare at each other for a moment, and he has to force himself to breathe when your lips part slightly in shock, because he wonders what they would feel like upon his and…

“So… I was thinking… would that be completely crazy if I asked you on a date?”

You stare at him in silence for a while longer, and Sirius starts to think that he’s ruined everything, when you suddenly start laughing.

“Sorry, I just…” you struggle to speak despite your laughter. “You… you’re asking me on a date when we are already married.”

Sirius chuckles as well, and a crooked smile lingers on his lips.

“Well… we’re legally married but… for the rest…”

“Yeah, not for the rest.”

“I’m not going to pretend that it would be forever, you and I,” Sirius goes on. “But I like you, a lot. I really do. And we’re stuck here, and we… are probably going to die. Sorry to bring down your everlasting optimism but…”

“Is the fact that you might be the last man I see truly the best argument you can come up with?” you joke, but Sirius blushes uncontrollably.

“No… I mean…”

He closes his eyes tightly again, buries his hands in his pockets, and takes a deep breath before diving.

“I like you. I’m attracted to you. I think that I could love you. That I… I’m already falling for you, if I’m to be fully honest. So… even if it’s not meant to be for a lifetime, as we have no idea how long we have left… I think it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea if we gave this a try. What do you think?”

You smile up at him.

“Well, I wonder what kind of date you could come up with as we are stuck here in this cabin…”

“Dinner? My famous pastas?”

You laugh, shaking your head, and it’s your turn to stand.

You have no idea what is happening to you, why you’re so bold all of a sudden. Maybe it’s his messy bun, the ink on his skin, the warm light of the fireplace that compliments his features perfectly… you’re not sure, but what you know is that you are now walking to him, and that you don’t stop before being so close to his body that the two of you are almost touching.

“Well, as you said, we’re married. We’ve been living together for weeks now. Perhaps we could skip the date.”

A smug smile appears on his lips, and under any other circumstances, you would find this annoying, painfully so. But not now. Now, you can only stare at his grey eyes as you see his pupils dilating.

“You’re sure?” he asks, and despite his crooked smile, his voice is soft and earnest.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

He raises his hand to brush his fingertips across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine and leaving your skin burning behind his feathery touch.

“If we do this, there will be no turning back. Are you sure?” he asks once more, and you notice the way his breathing has quickened.

“Are you sure?” you ask back.

“If I’m to be honest… I’ve been wanting this for a while now.”

“Me too.”

“So… you’re not going to curse me if I kiss you now, right?” he jokes, successfully making you laugh.

“No, Sirius. I won’t curse you. I might kiss you again, though. You’ve been warned.”

“Dully noted. But if you do that, I might want to do a little bit more than just kissing you. You’ve been warned.”

“That’s precisely what I had in mind.”

He grins at you, his hand moving to cup your face.

“You’re full of surprises, Y/N.”

Before you can speak again, he has leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Suddenly, he’s cradling your face in both his hands, and deepening the kiss, and you’re losing your fingers in his hair, destroying his messy bun.

And Merlin, you’re certain your body is going to combust, and your heart explode…

Meanwhile, Sirius reckons that he has found heaven on Earth…

How long do you spend kissing each other like this, standing by the fireplace? You’re not sure. Hard to tell. A long while, you reckon.

You let Sirius’s lips move down to drop soft pecks along your jawline, and further down to attach themselves to your neck. And while you can barely breathe at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, of his open-mouthed kisses running across the side of your neck, of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin from time to time, your hands slip down the length of his back before reaching for his chest. You undo one of the buttons of his shirt, then another, then another, your fingers brushing his warm skin as they travelled upwards to undo yet another button of Sirius’s black shirt, and you feel him gasping against your skin under your trembling touch. He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer, and you can’t refrain a moan when he gently bites that soft spot at the base of your neck, right when the shoulder begins.

You push the piece of clothing off his shoulders, letting your hands rest on his neck to pull his face away from you, detaching his swollen lips from your skin just long enough for you to look at him, to the tattoos scattered across his torso and his arms, to look down and take in the sight of his chest and…

Your eyes grow round when they land on his waist. Sirius tries to slow down his heart as you stare at the birthmark that lays there, on his skin. Two circles intertwined. He frowns as you remain frozen, motionless, merely staring at him.

“You’re okay?” he asks, worried now.

But you look up at him with an aghast look painted all over your features, and before he can ask anything, you pull up your t-shirt, just enough to reveal the two white circles that adorn your waist…

It’s Sirius’s time to stare. He reaches to run his fingers on the shapes carved into your skin, but there’s no doubt possible.

Same shape, same colour, same placement, same size…

When your gazes meet again, you both seem equally shocked.

“Does that… does that mean…?”

But Sirius doesn’t have the strength to finish his question. So, he merely stares at you with his grey eyes filled with fear and questions, and you merely nod in response.

“We… we’re… you’re…” he tries to speak, but can’t.

You’re the first to break into a bright grin, and your eyes are suddenly filled with tears.

“I’m glad it’s you,” you let out in a breath. “I’m glad you’re my soulmate.”

Sirius smiles as well, and he throws back his head in an attempt to control the rush of emotions that washes over him.

It’s you. You’re his soulmate. He’s found you…

“And I just said that I didn’t want to meet my soulmate,” he laughs.

“Terrible timing, I have to agree,” you chuckle.

He looks down at you again, holding your face in his hands again, and his smile is filled with withheld tears. When he speaks again, his voice is hoarse, a little broken.

“Well… I guess it solves our issue with the divorce, huh?”

You can’t help but explode with laughter, and he does the same.

“Yeah, I guess… I guess this marriage is going to last a little more than a few months, after all…”

“Maybe I should start wearing that damn ring…”

“Could be a good idea.”

Sirius rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed, enjoying the way your breath fans over his lips…

“I’m glad too, you know?” he whispers. “I’m glad it’s you. I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be my soulmate. Please… don’t be too disappointed that I’m yours…”

But you laugh his remark away, wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer to you.

“I’m not disappointed in the slightest, Sirius. But…”

“But?”

“But I would truly appreciate it if we could resume our former activity now.”

Sirius lets out a loud laugh, that sounds strangely like a bark, and you love this sound… It’s infectious, it brings a smile to your lips.

“That can be arranged…”

And before you can add another witty remark, he’s captured your mouth with his.

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