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arriansarchive · 11 months

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Harry potter being an absolute brat (while trying to be subtle in front of your friends) but you can see through his act, so you need to put him in his place... maybe with degradation and edging involved. I love your writing btw :)

Sub!Brat!Harry Potter/Dom!Male!Reader

THANK YOU YOUR AMAZING

I hope my take on this is suitable because I really love the prompt

You didn't specify gender, so I made reader a guy

More eighth year shenanigans

Words: 1389

Reader I guess is a Gryffindor in this? It could be seen as any id think

Please if anybody else actually sees this; I'm begging you to request. I love peoples requests. I need to fulfill my duties

I got my amazing friend's help on this with deciding some things, so he is now a part of Arrian inc. (bad joke yes)

And anon I'm sorry but this might not seem like Harry's being subtle or anything I just didn't know how to incorporate that

I might've bent your request a little. I'm really sorry, but it turned out in an orgasm denial after edging

Okay okay ur great anon thank you sm

Oh also I've upgraded and I said cock one time in this story. Be proud of me

Summary: It is up above this for the basic rundown

The big halls of Hogwarts seemed more empty than usual as you walked down with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville.

You all were talking about the new Herbology assignment. All of you meaning Hermione, Neville and you with Harry putting in a snide comment to you ever once in a while.

To any other person it might seem like he was in a bad mood or didn't want to do the assignment, but you knew it was something different.

"Y/N, what plant are you going to do your project on?" Hermione asked.

Harry decided to snicker and say, "He's probably just going to cheat off of you again."

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. You had never cheated off of Hermione, and she knew that well. You were a top student too after all.

This comment just made curiosity as well as a little anger spark in the bottom of your stomach. You wondered why he was acting like this.

You had known Harry since first year, and he admitted he was in love with you in your fifth year. Neither of you have told anybody yet, though. You pushed it off as just waiting for the right time, but now your not so sure.

"Harry, what are you talking about? He's never cheated off of me, and I know that because he doesn't need to." She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"He's just the type."

You decided you've had your fill of Harry's nonsense and tried to confront him. "What's your deal? I'm right here."

Harry just looked at you out of the corner of his eye with an evil, sinister smirk present on his face.

Neville apparently started to feel the awkward tension and stuttered his goodbye before going into the library, Hermione following. Ron made an excuse that he was heading to the cafeteria for more pumpkin juice made by the elves and split as well.

"Now it's only you and me, so you can tell me now." You opened a door into the abandoned boys bathrooms, ducked in, and locked the door.

He looked at you with venom in his eyes, but there was also something you couldn't place. His expression looked uncomfortable.

"I don't have anything to tell you." He spat.

You finally felt your patience give out, and you shot forward and pinned him to the back of the empty wall. It was kind of disgusting in that bathroom, but it would have to do.

"I'm getting sick of this bratty ass behavior. Can you just tell me already?" You leaned into his ear, so he could hear your lustful whispers.

He chuckled that ended in a small whine whenever you reached your hand down into his black pants and pulled his waistband to snap back onto the flushed skin.

"Is this really what you wanted that entire time?" You sneered, scoffing whenever he nodded. "You really can't keep it in your pants for a walk to our dorms?"

"It seems not." Harry shrugged under your intense grip.

"Don't sass me, whore." You hissed.

He bit his lip harshly and tried to snake one of his hands under your belt and into your uniform, but you swatted it away.

"What the hell?" Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

You stared at him intensely. "Get your cock out if I have to do this."

"Make me."

You pretended to ponder over this for a moment before diving in and biting him hard on the neck. You like to think vampires aren't real, but if they were you definitely have some genes in you.

He groaned out and struggled to get one of his hands free. You realized he was reaching for his wand, so you let one of his hands go.

Harry gripped his wand with shaking fingers. "Silencio!" He called out, his voice trembling.

You heavily doubted that anybody would hear or try to come into the lonesome bathroom, but you were glad that he actually thought about it since you didn't.

You took the wand roughly out of Harry's hand and threw it down on the sink beside him.

"Now take it out or else I'll leave you here like this. I would've been much nicer if you had just waited" You said angrily.

He obliged this time and pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He winced at the cold and clammy bathroom air hitting him.

You grabbed a hold on him and stroked up and down quickly. You swore you saw Harry's eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck, Y/N." He muttered.

He twitched in your hand a few times, beads of pre-cum leaking onto your hand slowly. You raised your hand in front of his face and with your other you forced his mouth open and shoved your wet fingers in. He whined through at the loss of friction.

He gagged around your fingers a few times before you took your hand out, a string of saliva threading yourselves together.

"You think that'll suffice?" You ask and held up your hand for him to see.

He nodded furiously and tried to shove your hand back down to him, but you ripped your hand away from him.

"Fuck this, Harry." You said, wiped your hand on your shirt, and walked to the bathroom door.

"No, please!" He shouted after you.

You unlocked the door and walked out briskly. The rapid footsteps behind you signalled that he had put himself away, and he was coming to find you.

That only made you walk faster.

Now, you had no intention to actually leave him that way. You just wanted to make him work for it (and embarrass him for it).

He pleaded after you, but you refused to listen to his desperate begs until you both got to your dorms.

The stairs seemed to take forever, and you were starting to get desperate yourself. Harry finally caught up to you after a few minutes of struggle and began to curse you and your entire bloodline

You reached the common room after five minutes of ignoring him, and you immediately grabbed his wrist to start pulling him to the prefect dorm rooms.

At this time of day the prefects were out doing duties, so you had no doubt that nobody would come in.

"Shut the fuck up." You demanded and started to take his cloak and shirt off.

He grumbled at the buttons that ended up flying off whenever you were doing your relentless heist to get his shirt off but stopped as soon as you bent down.

He was red and seeping, so it excited you to no end. You kissed it, and he moaned lightly. Harry was deathly sensitive from your earlier encounter.

Eventually after licking stripes along the edges and making him beg a little you took the tip in your mouth and sucked vigorously.

He moaned out in practical agony at the edging you were submitting him to. You would drag your lips up and down him painfully slowly.

"Please let me cum, Y/N." Harry whined.

"I will later." You rolled your eyes dismissively.

You hollowed out your cheeks and wrapped your hand around the length that you couldn't quite reach.

He groaned and gripped your hair as you started to get faster, allowing his release to come closer and closer.

He whispered something almost unintelligible if you weren't so close. "I'm gonna cum."

That was your signal to pull off quickly. He watched in horror as it looked like he came, but he didn't feel anything. The white liquid spurted out in globs, but the orgasm never came.

You smiled devilishly at him and stood up quickly. He looked at you in denial at what you were doing.

You kissed him on the cheek lightly, walking away from Harry.

"Hey, where are you going?" He questioned irritatedly.

You shrugged and grinned. "I gave you what you wanted. You came."

He looked on in disbelief as you walked out of the opened door and into the dorm rooms, snickering loudly.

"If you touch yourself at all your going without me for two weeks!" You called.

Whenever you heard him groan in protest, you felt accomplished enough to go down to the cafeteria and take some stuff from the house elves.

Overall, a day well done.

#harry potter x male reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry james potter

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punkharryp0tt3r · 7 months

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!Ronarry/Rarry/Hon Headcanons! (Pt. 2)

If you don’t like Harry x Ron, leave.

• Harry hates touch, he is not a touchy person. Or so he thought… Ever since he met Ron, he’s wanted his touch.. Harry can’t explain it, he hates touch, he’s irritated when people touch his hands or arms, brush up against him, anything. But when it comes to Ron, not only does he like the touch..he acts almost touch starved. He doesn’t know why, but he just does. He tries to ignore these weird feelings..but one night, he finds himself crawling into Ron’s bed…snuggling into his side, Ron is surprised but doesn’t mind, doesn’t even acknowledge it, but once he can tell Harry’s asleep, he cuddles him back. Harry knows that he only really trusts Ron with touching him.. (not in that way)

• Harry has insanely bad nightmares, obviously. Coming from his cptsd. They are so bad that he wakes up sobbing and throwing up, covered in sweat, and having to clean himself and his bed up. Well, that was how it was for a little bit. Harry some times woke up screaming and sometimes woke up silently with nothing more than a quiet gasp and silent sobbing. Ron would know, seeing that he was up each time. But he didn’t tell Harry he knew about them or was awake during them, Ron had a habit of watching Harry sleep because of it. Harry seemed like he had natural eye bags, since really, he always did. But finally one day, Ron had enough of it. He started helping Harry when he woke up from his nightmares. Every. Single. Night. He didn’t care how much Harry said it was ok and to just go back to sleep and stop wasting time on him. But even though it got better, Harry still had nightmares. One time, Ron just decides to actually sleep with Harry. (Not like that) and the night that he does, Harry doesn’t wake up from a nightmare. It becomes a regular thing. Also, even though Ron and Harry don’t mention it, they always cuddle when sleeping together.

• Harry, because of his whole situation with sleep, Is usually very tired, obviously. So even though Harry gets good grades, he sleeps quite a bit in class. And just sleeps a lot during the day. His sleep schedule is basically destroyed. One day in first year, Harry falls asleep on Ron for the first time, Ron is surprised and doesn’t really know what he should do, so he just stays there and lets Harry sleep on him. Little did he know, Harry would do this constantly for the rest of their lives.

• Ron loves flowers, Harry does too. Harry is always asking specifically what flowers Ron likes, so he can pick out the exact ones and make him beautiful bouquets.

• Ron makes little things out of paper, all. The. Time. Even before him and Harry started dating he would always make him mini (and sometimes regular size) paper flower bouquets. Or a ring box that actually functioned, he would always color them and make cute animals out of paper, Harry loved it. And when he and Ron started dating, he showed Ron that he had saved the probably hundreds he made. Ron saw it as just a little hobby he did when he was bored in class, but Harry had saved each and every one of them. Ron turns the color of a tomato and got emotional when Harry showed him.

• Ron and Harry watch the sunset and sunrise at the burrow. Some mornings they can’t watch the sun rise because they’re asleep. But they both enjoy it, sitting on the roof of the burrow, talking as the sun goes down or comes up.

Art creds are once again to coffeeqk on ao3

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dc-marvel-life · 3 months

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That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

Summary: Hermione starts to get the attention of an unlikely Slytherin girl

Word Count: ~1.9k

A/N: I see some people like this series so far. If you want to request a Hermione x reader, go right ahead. I enjoy writing this

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Hermione P.O.V

I finished getting dressed and walked down the stairs into the common room to find Ginny all ready to go to the quidditch game.

“Hey Hermione, you look nice,” Ginny says about my outfit which is just blue jeans and a maroon sweater. A basic outfit for me.

“Hey Ginny, thank you. You look nice too” I say back at her.

“So you are really going on a date with Ron huh? You looked awkward saying yes to him the other day” Ginny questions me.

“Yes, I am. To be honest I just froze on the spot when he ask me, and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to make things weird between us if I said no” I say to Ginny.

“It is okay to say no if you don’t really like him. Plus it will be even weirder if you start going out with him and break things off because you don’t feel anything for him. Plus he will get over it” Ginny says with a smile. She has been a great friend to me over the years and is always there for me.

“You are right. I just don’t know what there is between us yet, so today will be a great opportunity to see that”

“Well, that's good,” Ginny says and smiles. Then the boys come down the stairs to meet us.

“Hey girls, are you ready to go to the match?” Harry says and we nod at him.

“You look really nice there Hermione,” Ron says looking me up and down.

“Thanks, Ron,” I say shyly.

“Are you not going to bring a scarf, Hermione? It can get cold sometimes” Harry warns me.

“No, it says it is supposed to be warmer today so I will be fine,” I say and Harry nods at me. We all head to the pitch and get seats in the stands. It was a pretty day with the sun out with a nice breeze. We got there early to see the teams warm up. The first team to warm up was Hufflepuff. After a bit into their warm up the clouds started to cover up the sun and the nice breeze turn into a cold one.

Hufflepuff was done with their warmup and went into the locker room, then Slytherin came out of the locker room all cocky. Normally I would just turn away because I didn’t like to watch people be all cocky, but this time was different. I was staring at Y/N walking onto the pitch and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Y/N and cocky just work well together. I guess she could tell that I was staring at her because the next thing I know we are making eye contact with each other. She smirked and got onto her broom and started to do warmup laps.

At this point, I would tell that she was showing off because she has never gone this hard in warms up, not even when she was going against Gryffindor. I could hear Ron and Harry talking about the formations that the Slytherins were doing but I didn’t pay any mind to them.

I was starting to get cold and shiver because of it. I wrap my arms around myself trying to warm up. Ginny took notice and nudge Ron a bit. He didn’t even notice at first so Ginny does it again but harder.

“Ginny, what are you doing that for,” Ron says annoyed. Ginny doesn’t say anything but points her head at me. Trying to show Ron that I was cold.

“Oh, are you cold Hermione?” Ron asks and I nod my head.

“See Harry told you that you needed to bring a scarf,” Ron says and goes back to his conversation with Harry. Ginny hits him upside the head. Ron looks around confused not knowing what he did wrong. I just shook my head and continue to look at the Slytherins warm-up.

I see that Y/N is right in front of us staring at me. She then goes to one of her teammates and whispers something to him. He nods his head and Y/N flies down to the ground and goes into the locker room. It was strange that she went into the locker room during warmup, but she could have had to pee really badly. After a minute she comes out of the locker with her house scarf.

She hops back on her broom and comes straight for us. She stops right in front of me and all eyes are on us.

“You looked cold there Hermione so I brought you my scarf. May I?” she asked in a soft voice. I say yes and she comes a little closer and she puts her scarf around my neck.

“There you go, you’ll be nice and warm now,” she says and smiles, “you look absolutely amazing in that outfit by the way. Also green looks really good on you” Y/N winks and flies away to continue to warm up. You can see Malfoy and a few other of her teammates scold her for her actions, but she just shrugs it off.

“That damn snake!” Ron yells and I look at him.

“The nerve of her to come over here and do that to you Hermione” Ron says and I look at him confused.

“What do you mean? She was just trying to be nice” I say in defense for some reason.

“Come on Hermione, how can you be so stupid? She is a part of Malfoy’s gang who likes to pick on us all the time. She is also a pureblood and a Slytherin, she is just bad news. I bet she put a hex on that scarf to get to us” Ron says and Harry nods in agreement.

“So I am stupid now huh Ron? I knew this was a mistake. Come on Ginny” I say and get up to sit somewhere else in the stands away from them.

“I can’t believe my brother said that. Don’t mind him, I will deal with him later” Ginny says and gives me a hug. We find seats next to the twin in another section.

“So what was that all about Hermione? I have never seen Y/N show any affection toward a girl in public” Fred says and my face goes red.

“Are you guys dating?” Greoge ask.

“No, we are not dating. I don’t know why she is doing this all of a sudden” I say honestly to the twins.

“Well I bet we can get some information out of her tonight,” Fred says. Ginny and I look at him confused.

“Y/N invited us and a few other students to the Slytherin after-party tonight. It is a true honor because Slytherin doesn’t really invite other houses to their parties, but who is going to say no to Y/N? She is well-liked and at the top of the Slytherin house,” Fred says and I nod.

I didn’t even notice that Slytherin was done with their warm-ups and about to start the game. I turn my attention towards the game and watch it begin. Y/N starts off the game strong getting the first 50 points on the board. Every time she made a score she looked at me to make sure I was watching, I was watching every move she made.

She made it look so easy out there playing that anyone could pick up a broom and start playing. She was just so graceful with it all. Even Greoge and Fred were impressed with her moves. The game went on for about an hour until Malfoy caught the snitch and the score was 460-210.

It was a blowout thanks to no other than Y/N herself. She really put in the effort like she said she would in the library. Both teams shake hands with each other and go back into the locker room.

We all start to get up to head back into the castle

“Y/N did really well today. If she keeps playing like that we don’t stand a chance against them” George says shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, we will kick their asses when we play them” Ron says coming out of nowhere.

“Hey Hermione, I just want to say sorry,” Ron says to me.

“Do you even know why you are sorry Ron or are you just saying that just because?” I say back to him and he stands there not knowing what to say.

“I don’t know to be honest. Y/N is a no-good snake like the rest of them and I didn’t want her to be around you” Ron says in defense.

“I can take care of myself, Ron. Thank you very much” I say and walk off. I could hear the twins laughing and Ginny yelling at Ron about how he doesn’t know anything about women. I started to hear someone yell my name but I ignore them not wanting to talk to anyone, but I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and I see Y/N all sweaty and out of breath still in her quidditch gear.

“Hey Hermione, didn’t think you could leave without saying bye did you?” Y/N says with a smile. A smile that could make anyone’s day better.

“I am sorry. I bet you want your scarf back” I say taking off the scarf and she stops me.

“No, keep it on until you get back to the castle. I don’t want you to catch a cold. You can give it to me another time. That way I have an excuse to see you” Y/N says and I start to blush. We stood there for a second without saying anything but just staring at each other.

“Do you want to come to a party tonight?” Y/N asks quickly.

“Slytherin always has a party after a game to celebrate or to get over a loss. I wanted to invite you to come. You can also bring Ginny, Ron, and Harry all in good fate. I don’t want you to feel alone. Even though the twins are coming and I know you know the twins. There are going to be some Ravenclaw, and-” I put my hand on Y/N’s shoulder to stop her and let her breathe.

“You are rambling Y/N,” I say and she takes a breath.

“Sorry, I ramble when I am nervous,” Y/N says and I smile.

“What got you so nervous?” I ask wondering what got her so nervous all of a sudden. She seems confident every time I see her.

“If I am being honest, you make me nervous. Have you noticed that I am mostly quiet when I am around you? I don’t want to say anything to make myself look like a fool” Y/N says looking me in the eyes, and things start to click in my head. I start to think back on things and Y/N never talked when I was around until this year.

“What change all of a sudden?” I ask wanting to know more.

“Let’s just say some stuff happen over break and now I am a different person,” Y/N says leaving some mystery.

“So I will see you tonight right?” Y/N ask.

“Yes, you will,” I say and Y/N jumps up and down.

“Perfect, I can’t wait! Dress casual by the way” Y/N says when walks off with a group of Slytherin players walking past. I go back to the castle with a huge smile on my face.

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#hermione imagine #hermoine granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione x reader #hermione granger #harry potter

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lunar-serpentinite · 4 months

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Harry Potter, son of Hecate... and James and Lily (HP x PJO AU)

so we're in an alternate universe where wixkind are basically a subspecies of human born from the spilled ichor of Hecate during the great giant war

sometimes Hecate goes around to check on her accidental creations by disguising herself as one of them and blending in

that is how she meets our power couple james and lily as one of their yearmates (Hecate was in ravenclaw btw if u even care😔)

hecate sticks around long enough to witness the fast approach of the first war against voldemort and she's like ??? well thats one of the most brutal and inefficient ways to chase for immortality but wtv

so somehow lily figures out that hecate is ,,, well ,,, hecate and asks for help on how theyre going to get out of this one alive

hecate is like mmm i dont usually help mortals but youre one of my faves so ill let you have this one

turns out hecate knew this was gonna happen the entire time bc of a prophecy apollo gave her (not the same one from trelawney, mind you) so the most she cld do to help lily without risking the ire of literally everyone else in the pantheon was ,,, help her give birth to their saviour ???

so harry james potter was born with three biological parents: hecate, james, and lily . to represent hecate's status as a triple goddess ??? and apparently harry will represent the union of three worlds : the godly, the magical, and the mundane/muggle .

hecate was under no obligation to continue keeping an eye on the wizarding world bc her role is done and they can take care of themselves now but she cant help but check in on harry from time to time ??? like thats her kid ??? and her fave mortal's ofc

so when she sees that harry was being treated as less than dirt at the dursley's she was like absolutely not and pulls some strings to get harry the fuck out of there

and thats how harry ends up in camp half-blood

mind you back then there were no cabins for non-major olympians so harry had to bunk w the hermes kids

but thats okay at least hes not being bullied anymore !!!

chiron is aware of the role harry is going to play in the wizarding world in the future but was instructed to not tell harry anything until the time was right

everyone knows harry is a hecate kid since he was claimed by her once he had his first sign of magic (made a bench in the dining pavilion explode)

harry befriends hestia in her kiddo form (yes i know nico was supposed to be the first demigod to talk to her in ages but this was in the 1990s bear with me hestia will still have a few years of lonesome before nico comes) without knowing she was hestia

harry gains the favour of hestia who gifts him a nifty little hand mirror that would take him home when he needs it the most

by the time harry is 11, he already has a decent amount of training and was even able to go to his first quest just a few days after he turned 10 yrs old after he was chosen by the words of the quest's prophecy

so harry enters the wizarding world armed with a sword disguised as a bracelet charm, a whole year's worth of ambrosia and nectar, and a bag of drachmas in case he ever gets homesick

and on his first halloween there, he slays a troll . not with a wand, but with a sword. ron is impressed, hermione is concerned, and the rest of the professors dont know what to do with a kid who was apparently trained in literal swordplay

he's in slytherin btw #slytherinsupremacy

#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter au #harry potter pjo au #hp x pjo au #demigod harry potter

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iamnmbr3 · 25 days

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i can never grasp why harry considers draco important and cares for him... if he has the same reaction of hermione and ron who hates draco i would understand but how come he considers draco as important especially if harry is basically jkr self inserting herself on him and how she based draco from her bully and hates him

Omg Ron sent me an ask. Jkjk.

I'm sure Harry often asks himself the same question. Or rather. Avoids asking himself the same question by burying his feelings for Draco and suppressing them because they're for absolutely the wrong person...even if he can't help noticing his gleaming hair and eyes (but he's just objectively attractive right? that doesn't mean anything. right?) and worrying about him during all of book 7 (but that's just basic decency. yes he doesn't worry about anyone else caught on the wrong side of the war like this. but that's doesn't mean anything right?) and saving his life every time he's in danger whether in book 1 or book 7 (but thats...oh damnit he fancies draco sodding malfoy doesn't he?)

no but seriously. a couple things. first of all, i think JKR based Pansy and Millicent on her bullies more than Draco. Though she certainly doesn't like him that much...especially once she realized the fan response to him didn't align with what she wanted...which is weird because she's the one who wrote him as sympathetic and complex. she could've had him enthusiastically embrace being a Death Eater and follow in Bellatrix's footsteps. But she chose not to.

Now. While there is a very strong canon basis for drarry I think that is 100% accidental on the part of JKR and arises through a combination of writing mistakes on her part where she conveyed something different from what she intended, plus maybe a bit of the phenomenon all writers have experienced where the characters kind of "go off and do their own thing" as it were.

In universe, I think Harry finds Draco attractive and I think their compatibility is based on their similar wit, interests, traumas and their ability to play off of and entertain each other and hold their own with each other and their ability to understand and know each other. I would see them getting together post war once Draco has dropped things that Harry definitely doesn't find attractive like his Pureblood supremacist views and habit of bullying people Harry cares about.

#asks #drarry #Harry Potter

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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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I love your blog so much! Do you by any chance have any good Draco x Slytherin OC that is full of whump? If not any drarry with whump where it's not kinda cringy ( also like maybe has remus and draco bonding sometime?) You know just a fic where draco and harry discover their feeling with alot of hurt draco. Thank you!

Thank you! I only read and rec HD so these are all Drarry. Apologies to Draco in advance for what this list is going to put him through.

Hurt Draco

In His Nature by create_serenity (20k)

Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (159k)

Draco’s life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it’s simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he’d worked so hard to build, there’s only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses)

Vale Sanare by @thegertie (23k)

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Praxis by dysonrules (21k)

When Draco succumbs to a terrifying illness, he is taken to the only man who has a chance of saving him. With Draco's arrival, Harry's self-imposed isolation comes to an abrupt end.

Alucinatio by alexmeg (127k)

“It’s… it’s not good,” Harry tells them lowly. “They’ve given him a month’s time, only.” There is so much he needs to explain, but his head is foggy and exhausted and he can’t think properly, can’t think of how to relay all that he’s learned. “Have you heard of Alucinatio?” is what he starts with. “The Daydream potion,” Hermione says. “The person who intakes it experiences very vivid and realistic daydreams of all they could ever want, but is essentially in a severely catatonic state out in the external world, incapable of any basic functions.” Harry nods. “Somebody’s given it to Malfoy.” He remembers the tattered remains of a black coak wrapped around Malfoy. “I think it might have been Professor Snape.” They take a minute to process that. “And… the cure?” Ron asks. “Tears of anyone the experiencer craves love of,” Hermione answers.

How It Haunts Me by LadySlytherin (125k)

When Harry escapes from Malfoy Manor and takes the rest of Voldemort's prisoners with him, the Dark Lord isn't pleased...and it's Draco who is punished for it. After more than a month of imprisonment and abuse at Voldemort's hands, the Dark Lord finally falls, leaving Draco broken and unstable. To avoid Azkaban, Draco must complete his final year at Hogwarts, and there's no way he can manage it without help. Harry has no desire to be anyone's master; especially not Draco Malfoy. But he owes both Narcissa and Draco a hefty debt and this may be the only way to repay them. Besides, all he has to do is get Draco through the school year... ...right?

Yours is the Earth (Hold On, Hold On) by Chickenlivesinpumpkin (127k)

When they first meet after the end of the war, Draco doesn’t want anything to do with Harry. But as time goes by, Draco’s growing love may be the only thing that can save them both, because after a serious accident in the Forbidden Forest, Draco’s personality begins to undergo subtle changes. At first, Harry credits this to a new enthusiasm for life. But as the days pass and Draco’s behavior becomes more and more mysterious, Harry begins to suspect that something bigger–and darker–is at work.

Rejoicing in Their Strength by Lomonaaeren (34k)

Lucius went mad after the war, and he has killed Narcissa and confined Draco to Malfoy Manor while he does magical experiments on him. Draco escapes at times by astral travel. During one of his journeys, he is astonished to find Harry Potter, who vanished after the war, living in the Forest of Dean.

A Big Black Sky by alexmeg (90k)

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. “Did you know that…” He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael’s steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco’s mind. He has Draco’s eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren’t Michael’s, but someone else’s.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, “You are my star in a big black sky.”

Tell Me a Secret by alexmeg (86k)

In which the bond is rooted in their emotions, everything goes even more wrong, and Harry is certain that he and Draco could never feel what the curse wants them to feel for each other. Until Harry does.

It Started in the Shower series by chickenlivesinpumpkin (124k)

When Harry finds Malfoy in his shower at Grimmauld Place, the two boys struggle to keep their hands to themselves, not realizing that their 'enemies-with-benefits' relationship will eventually become considerably darker and more powerful. That relationship will influence the search for the horcruxes--and the war--in unpredictable ways.

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he’s made it very clear he doesn’t want.

A Good Man by Rickey (27k)

Harry’s not sure what he wants to do with himself after the war. Making Draco Malfoy into a good man sounds like a promising idea, but the truth is that it’s a journey for two.

Collect Your Courage by Mervab (44k)

Potter needs control; Draco needs forgiveness. They shag; Lavender gives advice; they yell; Seamus makes muffins; they fight; and everyone else drinks far too much coffee for their own wellbeing.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (33k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils.

Number Seven by sara_holmes (253k)

Harry already has small children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone… Right?

Anatomy of a Wolf Heart by orphan_account (40k)

MALFOY HEIR FOUND ALIVE IN WEREWOLF FIGHTING RING Three years ago at the tragic Battle that freed our great Wizarding World from the grip of a megalomaniac Dark Wizard, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, our world lost many Witches and Wizards. Among the dead and missing was Draco Malfoy, the only son of notorious Death Eaters Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, both of whom volunteered their home for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to use as a headquarters. Sources have confirmed that the young Malfoy took a vow to follow in his parents footsteps by taking the Dark Mark. Inside sources have uncovered that the Malfoy heir has been found alive. Aurors recently went undercover to expose a fighting ring involving illegal potions and unregistered werewolves. Among those rescued was Draco Malfoy.

Between Myth and Man by@slytherco (16k)

Draco, lost and a little broken, navigates post-war reality convinced that people like him should not be allowed to make their own choices. To solve the problem of his self-sabotaging tendencies, he starts taking a few drops of Veritaserum every morning.

As Souls From Bodies Steal by @femmequixotic and @noeeon (40k)

Hope may be found in the oddest of places, even in the bleakness of winter.

Beneath the Cloak by @avenueofesc (31k)

Footsteps echo through the corridor, though they seem to hesitate, slowing until they stop directly in front of him. Draco can practically feel the presence of this other at his side. He groans, using all of his strength to raise his head and open his eyes, to see… Nothing.

State of Mind by Sara_holmes (48k) Harry doesn’t have a hero complex, he just really wants to help. However, he gets more than he bargained for after rescuing Draco Malfoy from an isolation cell in Saint Mungo’s…

Some Flowers Bloom in the Dark by @rockingrobin69 (272k)

Draco is very seriously entangled with someone he only refers to as Sir, or He in the privacy of his own mind. He's been entangled with Him - obsessively, impossibly - for years now, almost as long as he'd been out of prison. So what if he wasn't exactly happy? He was used to this life by now. He knew what to expect, and even if it wasn't always so great, at least he didn't have to think about Azkaban. He didn't need to be saved by some sloppy-haired git. He didn't need anything. Apparently, Potter didn't care. Why, why must he always ruin everything?

Kiss Me (Under the Light of a Thousand Stars) by @sophiefrench77 (115k)

Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry’s care, Draco needs Harry’s help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself.

Everything That Happens is From Now On by @thusspoketrish (42k)

After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls.

Rough Magic by birdsofshore (28k)

Malfoy's magic has run wild. But though wild magic is unpredictable and greatly feared, Harry's damned if he's going to let Malfoy rot in St Mungo's while they work out what to do with him.

One Thousand Bars by @lqtraintracks (19k)

And I will hold on hope / And I won't let you choke / On the noose around your neck / And I'll find strength in pain / And I will change my ways / I'll know my name as it's called again

Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields (153k)

What should have happened after 'Half Blood Prince'! It’s the autumn after Dumbledore’s death, the Death Eaters are steadily gaining power, and Harry and his friends are desperate to find the remaining Horcruxes. But then Draco Malfoy arrives at Grimmauld Place, traumatised, starved and drained of all his magical ability. It falls to Harry to show the Slytherin how to adapt to his new way of life, never guessing that Draco has a few things to teach him in return.

Nightingale by michi_thekiller (62k)

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. -Jacques Deval

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry reclist #draco malfoy #drarry fic recs #my recs #fic recs #hpdm #harry potter #hurt draco

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saintsenara · 11 months

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For the ask game: I’ll go for 1, 19, and 29 for Tom/Harry. And, if you’d like, 30 for a ship of your choice! 😊

(P.S. I just saw your post about the Myrtle rom-com! I am HYPED).

thank you so much for the ask, @spacecadette - and for reminding me to tentatively go back to ao3 and launch myrtle's hot girl era to the world.

the answer [unhinged and deranged] to question 30 is here and the questions for the ask game are here

1. what are their love languages?

answered here, and i stand by it. there's no interest from these two in words of affirmation or spending quality time together, and their interest in physical touch - the succour of a generation of smut writers - is mostly because who wouldn't want to be constantly running their hands over someone who has/had a bit of your soul living in them.

lord voldemort's love language is gift-giving, harry's is acts of service. they make it work.

19. how do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

answered from voldemort's perspective, although of course he denies it indicates any affection for harry, here.

and as for harry? well, as ron says in canon [tomarry shipper, we all knew it]: you really understand him.

harry is probably the only person in the entire story who can completely appreciate just how grim voldemort's childhood was, and who can understand how that might have influenced the choices he made throughout his life. it's this that drives him, even in the middle of war, to beg voldemort to try to feel remorse; it's this which makes him want to help the soul-piece at king's cross; it's this which causes his obvious - and, to other characters, very confusing - empathy for the teenage tom riddle, who is disappointed to find his uncle living in a shack and furious when hepzibah smith insults his mother.

and that understanding - especially for someone who is, underneath the mask of cold brutality, just a feral boy who wishes to be seen and known - is like the tides against a cliff.

harry offers up a little space for voldemort to meditate on the fact that being an orphan is like being a palimpsest, constantly searching for traces of your ancestors within yourself; gets into days-long arguments about whether mrs cole or petunia was worse; "accidentally" leaves bob ogden's memory out, allowing voldemort to see his mother for the first time; recognises that hating your mother for dying and your father for abandoning you is a pretty natural reaction for a child to have, and dumbledore needed to tighten up; tells voldemort he'd have been a terrible teacher, because you can't let basilisks loose in schools and expect that not to affect a hiring committee; deals with a week of screaming when he tells voldemort about regulus; points out that gringotts is a bank and you can just ask for an account there; is game for starting new traditions for high-days and holidays, since neither of them ever had any as children [harry pretends the fireworks on nye are for voldemort, voldemort genuinely believes it]; and - and this is the one voldemort simply can't deal with and pretends never happens - forgives him.

because he's harry potter, damn it, and he gets to decide if that prophecy actually means anything.

he also allows voldemort to do all their interior design, even if that means living in a house with so much gold in it it's basically the interior of a byzantine cathedral. whatever keeps him out of trouble.

29. what is something they can never agree on? how do they meet in the middle?

ethics. obviously.

criminal justice. politics. the economy. whether hell is real. wandlore. dumbledore. if harry killing voldemort balances out voldemort killing harry's parents. werewolf rights. muggle technology. house elves. whether hermione is annoying. spoiler ettiquette. dinner. where to go on holiday. if harry looks good in his weasley jumper. if albus severus is a worse name for a child than delphini. whether hagrid should have been expelled. whether dogs are better than cats. what they're doing that weekend.

the list truly is endless...

they meet in the middle quite literally when they start hexing each other, activate the old wand connection, and are knocked out by the force of the magic when the golden bead reaches the middle of the spell. they wake up and decide to agree to disagree. they make it, at most, a day before it happens again.

ron and hermione are losing their minds.

#asks answered #ship ask game #asenora's opinions on ships #tomarry #harrymort #harry potter #tom riddle #lord voldemort #miscellaneous tomarrymort headcanons

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gwendalyn · 8 months

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Girlhood Pt.1

Hermione x Reader Fem!

I’ve always had a crush on Hermione so I wanted to write a fic between reader and Hermione. It’s more of a friends to lovers story, but doesn’t exceed into a relationship yet. Just bonding with one another as being surrounded by boys and connecting over girlhood.

I sat down at the table. Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George. Then Hermione. So I sat across from her. Today was just one of those days where everything seems to go wrong and you just want to either scream as loud as you can or curl up in a ball and cry your eyes out. I decided to go to dinner instead, since I hadn’t eaten all day. Hermione looked at me with concern as I rest my head in my hands for a few seconds. “You okay?” She mouths as I look up, and I nod. She didn’t seem convinced though.

Then I help myself to food. My hands shaky, I pick up a slice of pie, that then falls off the serving utensil. And I’m not sure why that was the final straw. But it was. I try my hardest to hold back the tears that wanted to expell out my eyes. But they came, alongside sobs. The boys at the table looked at me with confusion, but sympathy. But only Hermione knew what was going on. She got up and went around the table to sit next to me, as the boys watched in confusion. Then she held onto my arm and helped me up as we walk out of the great hall. I find it impossible not to sob, even though I feel embarrassed by doing so. I notice everyone staring at me as I sob. My eyes strained and my face just damp with tears.

Hermione speedily walks us out of the room to somewhere private as she knew the feeling. When we get there she just says nothing and hugs me. I hold onto her sobbing. Then I look up and shes starting to tear up herself.

“I’m sorry.” I tell her.

“Don’t be. I’ve been needing a cry recently.” She says with a slight chuckle with a shaky voice from her crying.

“Did anything happen or is it just one of those days?” Hermione asked.

“Just one of those days. Can’t get my hair right, my tie isnt going right. I forget everything. I stumble over myself. Everything is overwhelming. But on top of the usual with Snape taunting me in class because I kept dropping things.” I tell her.

“Arsehole!” She practically yells, referring to Snape. We both laugh at that before she looks at me.

“And I think you look great today. Seriously.” She says with a smile.

“You’re just saying that because you’re kind.” I say, thinking I look a mess.

“No seriously. You look beautiful. I promise.” Hermione tells me.

A wide smile forms on my face.

“See look, a pretty smile to go along with it!” She says.

We look at each other for a few seconds, before I glance back into the Great hall, seeing if anyone was still watching, or hoping they had forgotten. Hermione glances to see too.

“Boys.” She scoffs, aggrivated that they were clueless to what was going on.

“Hey. Don’t worry about it. They’re clueless. They’re probably just talking about the Quidditch match on saturday. And if they do say anything, I’ll sort them out. Don’t worry about them.” She says.

“I hope you know I’ll do the same for you.” I tell her.

“Sometimes I just feel like I don’t even like boys that way. Because how do they not understand emotion past the level of basic emotional intelligence. It really has me questioning myself.” Hermione says.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never liked any boy that way for that exact reason. Maybe out there there’s one. But even then I dont know.” I tell her.

She smiles at me.

“We should just run off to the woods together and setup a society of only girls. I’m sure we would both be much happier without boys at our side.” Hermione jokes, only slightly though. Because we both wanted that to be real.

“We could get married and have a little forest wedding.” I jokingly but not jokingly suggest.

“Please! That would be perfect.” Hermione says.

Even though it was a joke between us, I longed for that to be real. I could practically see the forest and the little treehouse we would live in. Then I picture Hermione. Smiling at me before she leans in to kiss me underneath the trees. I saw us in love, running through the confetti all the other women throw at us after we marry, and just having comfort in one another.

I had never thought about anyone like this. Especially no boy. I come back into the zone, and notice Hermione smiling at me. Sadly it wasn’t followed up by a kiss like I had just imagined.

‘Sadly?’ I think to myself. I realised I wanted Hermione to kiss me. Or I wanted to kiss her. Either way. I just wanted to lock lips with her.

“You ready to go back out, or do you wanna stay here. Or we could hang out in our room.” Hermione suggests. I like the third option.

“Lets go to our room. I think I just need to chill.” I tell Hermione.

“Ok, let me just get my stuff from in there, I’ll get yours too.” Hermione says.

“No, I’ll help you.” I insist.

She smiles at me before we walk back in together.

“Just going back to our room. See you guys.” Hermione says.

“Oh um. Okay.” Harry says

“Bye.” Ron says confused.

We walk off together laughing with all our things and holding hands.

#hermione granger #hermione x reader #hermione x reader fem #hermione #hermione sapphic

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 10 months

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What’s your favorite of the Harry Potter books and why?

Order of the Phoenix.

While I'm aware it's not the best-written one (that's HBP), it's my favourite.

I agree with King when he says that Umbridge is a really great villain. She is more than Voldemort. She is a properly evil person but all her evil acts are somehow very hidden. Or she plays with the blurred lines like her position of power allows her to, or she openly does wrong things yet they are difficult to prove. This is what makes her a great villain, she is very realistic. It's easier to meet someone like Umbridge who technically doesn't do anything wrong yet is clearly evil, than someone like Voldemort, and that makes her way more scary.

Contrary to the general opinion I love angst-filled Harry. If anything he is not nearly as angsty as he should be if you ask me.

I love Ron and Hermione's relationship in this book, you can already see some of the problems that will arrive more strongly later with their writing but I love their relationship during this year and it kills me every time when they co-parent Harry. When he looks at them and says he's reminded of Mr and Mrs Weasley! Love that. Unfortunately, Rowling just dropped the ball with them after OotP, individually as characters and therefore inevitably with their relationship. It's particularly ironic how in her attempt to glorify Hermione, she accidentally ended up making sure she would be a character that aged like milk.

Ginny is perfect all around in this book, what a queen. Her Majesty comes back on the page and decides to outshine everyone else. Her introduction in this book is basically her version of the iconic MJ scene "Face it, Tiger, you just hit the jackpot" and it makes my little nerdy heart sing.

Harry and Ginny's rollercoaster dynamic in this book is absolutely everything. It's all I need in life. Also, side note, I could easily read 500 pages of just the two of them snapping at each other like they do throughout the whole Ministry business. The way they fight is so genuinely entertaining because they are telling the other to fuck off yet it's weirdly respectful the way they do it, especially in comparison to how they act with other people. I love that you can't establish a winner and that no matter what the other says they are still there annoying each other. There are no tears or heavy shouting or unnecessary drama.

I love politics, and I think this book is by far the more political one.

The date between Harry and Cho is one of the best pieces of comedy in the books if you ask me. It's such a disaster! I adore it.

Also, Harry spending half the book being annoyed at Cho basically because she is not Ginny will never stop being hilarious.

The Marauders!!! We get to see the Marauders in a proper scene. James and Sirius's friendship is amazing. Unpopular opinion probably, but I love how arrogant they are. And James and Lily's fight is brilliant. I adore that whole sequence. I'm a Maurders girly forever.

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miss black (f.w. & reader) (1/2)

CHAPTER: [1] [2]

PAIRING: Fred Weasley & You

REQUEST:

Hey, I was wondering if you could write some friends to lovers with Fred. The reader is Sirius’ daughter and is like a sister to Harry. Instead of them spending the summer at the burrow they all (Weasleys + Harry + Hermione) go to Grimmauld Place. :)

SUMMARY: Your summer is instantaneously made better when Fred Weasley and his family show up at Grimmauld Place. As you try to weather through your newfound lineage, Harry's trial, the Order, and growing pains in general, Fred shows you that love can be found even in the coldest of places - within the walls of Grimmauld Place. (3.0k words)

A/N: @nojamsonmytoast I think I owe you an apology for this super-delayed request. I swear I have all this stuff written out then I get in my head to try to make it better then I take a break and yeah... But I loved the summer they spent at Grimmauld Place, like sure the place was inhospitable but it just felt so cozy, especially with the twins apparating everywhere. Definitely a highlight in the OoTP! To be honest, I loved this request so much that it’ll be split in two parts to get everything you wanted in it.

Tags: Friends-to-lovers, fluff, comfort, Y/N is Sirius's daughter!!

MISS BLACK: CHAPTER 1

Drip. Drip. Drip.

You perfunctorily watched your morning coffee drip and pool into the glass vessel under the filter. It was early morning at 12 Grimmauld Place and there was barely a stir in the house except for the pitter-patter of Kreacher’s feet and his grumblings. There really wasn’t anything to do here. Any other summer you would’ve gone home and enjoyed yourself a nice vacation in muggle England, splaying your limbs out on a field somewhere under the sun or spending a day out in the city streets shopping. But this summer was different for many reasons.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” you responded, jolting upwards from your slouched position. You held up an empty mug and asked, “Coffee?”

“Sounds lovely,” Sirius responded, seating himself down at the long table in the kitchen and picking up the morning paper. “Didn’t really sleep well last night.”

Your eyes followed Sirius. It was a peculiar feeling, watching the man you discovered was your blood father. You’d first seen him over a year ago when you were trapped in the Shrieking Shack with him, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Snape. There was some instant familiarity when his eyes met yours, but everything happened too fast for you to say anything. Before he left the school grounds, Professor Lupin had admitted he had his suspicions, but didn’t want to prematurely act on it until he had evidence. But he figured at the end of the school year, he could make a direct link – the history matched up. You couldn’t believe it, but looking at Sirius’s face as he sifted through the morning papers, it was hard to deny: your face basically mirrored his.

What was even more shocking was that he wasn’t just any normal wizard. He, and you by extension, was a descent of the Black family. The infamous House of Black. You decided you needed more time with him because the fact that he was your father wasn’t sinking in, like an emulsion of oil in water. So, you volunteered to spend the whole summer with him at Grimmauld Place despite all the reasons you didn’t want to. Firstly, you longed to see Harry, who you would meet whenever you could when were both in muggle England. He lived, by some happenstance, only a few streets down. And when he could escape the latches of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, you often got up to great fun. Harry was perhaps the most excited to learn you were Sirius’s daughter. He hollered, much to Hermione’s chagrin, in your train compartment back to King’s Cross Station. It felt like it was fate that you were best friends – and perhaps it was because your fathers were back in their day, too.

Secondly, you often paid a visit for a week or two to the Weasleys. This was a trip often extended. You’d known them as long as Harry had, and they were the picture-perfect example of a loving family you’d yearned to have for the longest time. You knew Ron well through Harry, but you found you got along with his brothers better. In particularly, Fred Weasley had always taken a liking to you. You were more than willing to break a few rules with him and join in on his pranks with him, often posing as look-out at school. After the revelation of Sirius being your father, you braced for a disappointed reaction, but Fred being Fred, reacted differently. He was elated that he now knew where your mischievous streak came from. You were glad, because over the years, your world had begun to rely on his approval.

Lastly and overarching, it was hard to see your father in this state. The more you learned about him, the worse your heart broke for him. You felt awful that even you thought of him as a mass-murderer before you knew any better; it was libel what the Ministry of Magic was spewing. The way he gazed at you with such adoration and love made that impossible to believe.

“So,” you said as you set a cup of hot coffee down on the table. “When can we see Harry?”

Sirius laughed and leaned back into his chair.

“Is there a day you haven’t asked me this?”

“Nope,” you responded bluntly. “I’m just hoping your answer changes.”

“Well, my love, it’s the same today, but,” Sirius set his coffee down, “I’ve got your second-best option.”

“Yeah?” you perked up from the other side of the table. “What is it?”

“You’ll find out later today,” he said with a smile.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’d rather watch you be surprised.” He said with a shrug and picked up the news again. “So, what are you up to today?”

“Going to try to clean the house,” you murmured, stretching out your arms. “It seems every time I try, it ends up dirty again.”

You heard a faint sound coming down from the hall. Both you and Sirius turned towards the door. You glared at the shadow of the House Elf murmuring to himself as he passed through the corridor. “You don’t reckon Kreacher’s setting me up for failure?”

“Highly likely,” Sirius scoffed. “Never liked him.”

Your eyes followed Kreacher as he trundled slowly down the dark hallway. You could’ve sworn he looked back at you, plotting another day of undoing your hard work. “Filthy blood traitors, scum of the earth,” he continued to ramble. “What would my master think of…”

“Okay, see you later, then. Maybe I’ll outsmart Kreacher.”

You gave Sirius a hug from behind, feeling the act get a little more comfortable each time you did it.

By the time afternoon had settled in, you were worn out. You were tired of fighting doxies alone. Some extra hands wouldn’t be bad to have. Luckily, you had your own room to relax in. It was spacious and furnished from corner to corner, but felt empty due to the lack of friends. Sirius had also given you his old bedroom to do whatever you desired with it, stating he didn’t care much for what happened to it. You rolled around your bed and picked up a letter you kept in the first drawer of your nightstand. This one in particular made your heart flutter every time you read it. The penmanship was nearly illegible, but you loved it because you knew who wrote it: Fred Weasley.

July 03, 1995

(Y/N),

How’s summer without me? I’ll bet it’s boring. Even mum whines about the lack of girls in the house and you not being here. Not my fault she had six sons.

Miss that pretty face of yours.

Fred

You weren’t sure of exactly when he’d started littering flirtatious phrases in his conversations, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Your cheeks felt warm at the thought of Fred finding you pretty. You just hoped he meant it and that it wasn’t a line he dropped on every girl.

Remus’s voice from downstairs snapped you out of your lovesick trance. The sharp sound of shattering glass consequently followed and you figured Tonks would be there too. Quickly stuffing Fred’s letter back in the drawer, you scurried downstairs, particularly parched for human interaction.

“Hi, Tonks!” you greeted as walked down the stairs.

“Wotcher, (Y/N),” Tonks responded, leaning on the rails and looking at the ajar door. The purple-haired wizard was like an older sister to you. Given her age, she was the easiest to get along with.

“What are they discussing in there?” you asked as you peered into the kitchen. You could make out figures shuffling and pacing, but they kept their voices low.

“Order affairs,” she responded.

“Order?” you asked.

“Er,” Tonks began to clarify, “work.”

“Alright.” You eyed her suspiciously. “Well, I’m going in.”

“Wait, (Y/N)—,” Tonks said as she stretched her arm out. You figured she was stationed here to stop you from going in, but you were helplessly curious about these meetings that occurred in your own home that you weren’t privy to.

“Hi dad,” you interrupted, marching in like a delinquent. “What’s going on?”

Both Sirius and Remus stopped talking and abruptly turned around.

“You’re just in time, (Y/N),” Sirius said.

A puzzled look crossed your face. “What for?”

“A surprise.” Sirius explained. “He’s about this tall, if I recall correctly,” he said, approximating some height close to him with his hand. “Got a nice mop of bright hair.”

“Okay?”

“And standing right there.”

You whipped back around to face the door.

“Oh!” you gasped. You saw an entourage of people; Fred; George; Ron; Ginny; Molly and Arthur; Hermione. You ran over to Hermione first and embraced her and Ginny together. Not only were they your closest friends, but you were grateful for another girl or two in the house.

“Hermione! Ginny!” you exclaimed, a giddy expression overtaking your face at the sight of your best friends. You took them both in your arms.

“(Y/N)!” Hermione responded, hugging you as hard as you hugged her. “How you’ve been? I’ve terribly sorry we couldn’t get here earlier.”

“Really awful without you, ‘Mione, and you too, Gin,” you admitted. “Besides Tonks, there’s a lack of female presence in this place.”

“Couldn’t have been great without me either,” piped up Ron from beside her.

“You, I can manage a couple of weeks without,” you teased, watching Ron’s face drop. “I’m kidding. I missed you, too.” You gave him a quick hug, but your gaze naturally flittered over to where two older redheads stood.

“Hi, George,” you greeted, giving him a quick hug as well.

Then you turned to Fred. If anyone was watching closely, they’d notice the little jump you launched yourself with before you latched onto him with alacrity, pouring weeks of his absence into his hug. You missed him the most: his smile, his touch, his scent, his affection, his attention, his damn entire being. His skin was warm and freshly freckled, his clothes soft like they’d been left to dry on a line in the summer heat. To you, Fred signified the beginning of summer.

“Easy, darling,” he whispered in your ear, letting you down. He kept his embrace for a few seconds longer than the others had. “You make it seem I’m the only one in the room.”

You grinned at him and whispered back, “because you are.”

Fred simply winked at you.

“Are you visiting for the evening, Mr. Weasley?” you asked Arthur, secretly hoping they’d stay for at least day.

Molly strolled in the kitchen after greeting Tonks at the door. She opened a cupboard and turned to your father. “Goodness, the kitchen’s empty. We’ve barely got enough food to last through tomorrow’s lunch. Sirius, are you ensuring (Y/N) is eating well?”

As Molly continued to reassure herself of your welfare, Arthur turned back to you. “We’ll be here indefinitely.”

“Oh, brilliant,” you responded.

“One problem with being here indefinitely,” murmured George beside you. “We need a place to send out orders for the shop.”

“That’s still a thing?” you whispered back. “I thought your mum put a stop to it.”

“We’re operating under subterfuge,” clarified Fred. “Need to keep it shielded from mum’s eyes, or she’ll have a fit again.”

You bit your lip in thought. “Just use dad’s old room,” you suggested. “It’s basically mine now. I’m been trying to make it more liveable.”

“Shall we apparate there or do it in the more conventional way?” George asked Fred.

“I say apparate,” responded Fred. “Meet you at the stairs, (Y/N).”

“What?”

Before you could implore further, Fred and George disappeared with a cackle. Molly’s shrill cry followed immediately as she whipped around from the cupboards to scold her sons.

“They’ve been doing this all summer,” Ron explained with a roll of his eyes beside you. “Apparating and doing magic just because they’re of age now. Mum hates it.”

“That’s convenient,” you murmured, wishing you were caught up in age and skill to do it. “I’ll be back in a second.”

You excused yourself, walked out the kitchen, and turned around to the staircase. The mottling undersides of it were laced with cobwebs that you swore you dusted off just this morning. You gazed up the dark and narrow flight of stairs, your eyes trailing upwards from two pairs of feet beside two sets of luggage up to two smug, almost identical faces.

“After you, Miss Black,” said Fred with a bow as you approached him.

You paused. “What did you just call me?”

“Miss Black?” Fred repeated. “Or do you prefer Mademoiselle Black? Or Madame Black, if your heart is so rightfully taken.”

“I-I don’t care for either of them, really,” you stated, continuing up the stairs with Fred behind you.

“He doesn’t call you that?” Fred asked in surprise, referring to a trudging Kreacher who was passing by below you.

“His favourite name for me is ‘scum of the earth’,” you corrected, earning a stifled laugh from George.

“Now, why would he call you that?” George chuckled as he trailed before Fred. “You hold a much higher title than him.”

“Ugly name for a pretty girl,” added Fred with a hum, the bass notes of his voice ricocheting the walls of the townhouse. Your skin prickled pleasantly, and you turned away to hide the awful blush threatening to surface on your face.

“You can just call me by my name,” you clarified. “It’ll take the entire summer for me to get used to it.”

After another few winding sets of stairs, the three of you arrived on the top floor, where Sirius’s bedroom was. You didn’t bother with the other door belong to your late uncle, Regulus.

“Did you do any work before we got here?” asked Fred, wiping grime off the wall with a finger.

“Of course I did,” you stated with a huff, looking at the walls you cleaned just yesterday afternoon. You imagined Kreacher cackling, painting slime over the walls as you slept peacefully downstairs. “It’s impossible with just me doing it.” You pointed to a basket overflowing with dirty rags and Doxy spray hanging off the handles that blocked Regulus’s room.

“You know what you need?” asked Fred.

“An actual house elf?” you suggested.

“No,” he corrected quickly. “You need someone who’ll listen to you. To be at your every beck and call whenever you need.”

“And where might I find that?” you asked.

“Right here,” he stated, pointing his thumb towards himself with a boastful smile.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “You would never in a million years help me clean this place.”

“People can change,” he interjected, following close behind you. “Why don’t you give me a chance?”

“We’ll see how you fare tomorrow.”

You pushed the door to Sirius’s old room open. Fred and George’s eyes widened at all the space you were providing them. Velvet curtains draped the windows so the room was dark, but other than the king-sized bed, the nightstand, and the drawer, it was clean and ready to be used as a workspace. You’d crammed everything else into the drawers: old photos, ticket stubs, guitar picks, empty ink bottles, and textbooks.

“I changed all the sheets in here so you can have a nap if you wear out your genius minds…” You trailed off when you realize where Fred’s eyes were traveling. They land on the semi-nude woman on the wall, the winner of some summer muggle bikini competition. “I can’t quite seem to take that poster off. It’s permanently enchanted to the wall.”

“I don’t think he minds it,” snickered George.

“Anyway, the space is yours,” you continued. “I doubt your mother will come up here. And I believe Orion sound-proofed this room when dad picked up the electric guitar.”

Fred rubbed his hands together. “This is excellent, really excellent, (Y/N).”

“We’ll start setting up,” George agreed as he unzipped his suitcase, letting a load of demonstrative products fall out onto the floor.

“Forget work for a day,” you suggested. “Let’s do something fun on your first night here.”

“Such as?” prodded George.

“Swing by the guest room after dinner. The girls and Ron will be there, and we’ll have a bit of a party.”

“Trusty (Y/N),” Fred remarked. “Always the purveyor of fun.”

“I learn from the best,” you responded. When you saw Fred perk up, thinking you were lauding him, you quickly corrected him, “The best being George, of course.”

Fred offered you a pout, and you winked at him, holding onto your statement.

“Take it back, (Y/N),” he warned.

“I’m just going to leave you two lovebirds alone,” George said, making a disgusted face. “Save me from this lovers’ quarrel.” With that, he apparated away. The crack was quickly followed by Molly’s shrill cry from downstairs.

When it was just you and Fred in the room, you grew a little more courageous. A small smirk appeared on your face. “I still stand by it. I think George’s more fun than you.”

Fred stepped closer to you until he was inches near your face. His tone was more intimidating this time, and your heart skipped a beat. “I said, take it back, (Y/N).”

“No.”

That was the last straw. Fred’s fingers darted out and launched an attack on your waist—somewhere he knew you were ticklish. You shrieked and tried to pry his hands off, but he was too much strong for you.

“Fine, fine!” you surrendered through laughs. “It’s you! You’re the most fun.”

“That’s more like it,” Fred said as he stopped. Suddenly, he’d scooped you up in his arms. You let your legs wrap around his waist as he hoisted you up. He held you firm and steady. You looked down at him, his brown eyes lucid and his touch palpable. Half of you couldn’t believe he was here with you like you’d been dreaming about the past couple weeks.

Then your eyes trailed down to his lips and you wondered if there was any chance you’d kiss them this summer like you’d wanted to for the past four summers. You’d be damned if you didn’t at least try.

>>NEXT CHAPTER

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rewritingcanon · 11 months

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ok here are some of the revised one-part melbourne hpcc play highlights (part two yah) in an attempted chronological order:

part one

part two

the whole dark wand dance was such a fucking knockout everyone was popping their whole pussy to it. i wanted to twerk.

polly chapman also had a cute little bob in this era. i don’t know why they changed wigs for her but i guess she’s emo in the dark world

craig was carrying this big ass book and when scorpius went up to him trying to ask where snape’s classroom was he squeaked and tried to HIDE BEHIND THE BOOK like twice 😭 he only emerged to sideye the shit out of scorpius for being weird

when scorpius was talking to snape and snape was writing on the class board, i was close enough to see what he was writing and it was mostly random scribbles but he did write “E=mc?” 😭😭 bro is doing the calculations

ravager ron 🥵🥵 (aka hottest mf in the hpverse idc idc)

also snape was the biggest comedian ever? bro did not care if he was dead in the other dimension, he just started immediately roasting hermione and ron because ofc he has to

remember when i said scorbus mirrors romione? yah well they do it again with the dementors with ron and hermione fighting beside each other, and scorpius having albus emotionally fight beside him (as he will confess to him in the owlery later)

snape didnt tell scorpius who hes giving up his kingdom for but asked it instead, and scorpius said “im doing this for albus i-i think” boom timeline change

scorpius went to tackle his dad in a hug after returning from the dark world but he was dripping wet so draco just thrust out his cloak in between them to protect himself lmfao

he was like “daaaaddd 😆😆😄😙😯☹️ aw ☹️” nah draco was not gonna get water on his valentino white bag for anything

yann starting the fuckinng gossip

yann doing a fucking backflip over the staircase to spread more gossip

and i was sitting on the side a bit and could literally see matt holly who acts as yann run up a disappearing staircase and just leap off into the darkness of the wings 💀 idk if every yann is like a fucking stunt man or just this specific one

james and karl comforted rose when mcgonagall started lecturing hermione about the time turner by saying her kids didnt exist

rose looked like she was about to cry for the entire duration of the scene and hermione looked so ashamed of herself as well. which when you’re up close u can see how the bg characters are still acting, and it made their hug at the end of the scene all the more meaningful

meanwhile scorpius the whole time hermione and harry were being roasted by minerva was enthusiastically emoting like 😗😨🫢 bro could not believe the headmistress was just flaming the minister of magic like that

also when craig, karl, yann, rose and james were listening to mcgonagall… idk this was really minor so it COULD be a coincidence but when mcgonagall focused her attention on albus (because she was flaming harry and hermione first for a while) and started with “albus you were very brave,” james put his hand on the rail and leaned in closer to listen, like he was smushing his face against the rail trying to listen when it involved albus and idk. i thought that was very cute if that was purposeful

then the fucking owlery scene. omfg the owlery scene. the gayest ass place in the school for these nerds.

scorpius told albus in the owlery that (its literally a fucking love confession atp) he’s been doing everything for him and that he makes him stronger and was fighting alongside him and albus was like “y-yeah? 👉👈🥺” and then scorpius was like “yeah” and he leaned in and then ALBUS LEANED IN all very hopeful and then scorpius ruined it by saying “AND saving cedric wasnt a bad idea” COMPLETELY oblivious smh. which made albus flinch away and scratch his neck all sheepish and very adorably embarrassed. but basically it was a near kiss. and i’m not over-exaggerating just because i like the ship, albus wanted to kiss that boy 💀💀

(in this moment i also realised that albus literally only really laughs around delphi and scorpius. and he only really goes soft and quiet with scorpius ☹️)

then delphi comes in and literally plants herself in between al and scorpius… which is an interesting choice of placement

and scorpius sideyes her as aggressively as rose was sideyeing him at the start of the play lmfao i’ve never seen this boy look so disgruntled before

delphi actually screamed in delight when she betrayed scorpius and albus. like she shrieked and it was echoing as the scene was moving and fading to black it was SO GOOD

ron’s voice is like gruff and low and stuff mm (when he said “oh shut up will you” to hermione when trying to propose 🤭)

hermione also spoke in a specifc tone with ron when shes scolding him. like its lower and really fast. an example is when she said the “ronnotnow” moment when hes picking on dracos ponytail 😭😭 she’s so funny bru

ron getting down on one knee and saying “marriage renewal 🥰” with empty ass hands

ginny walked in on ron and hermione making out and then hermione got all flustered and did a little run up to draco and slapped him on the shoulder 😭😭 and he flinched too… you know that man still remembered her punch in third year

albus got down on all fours as soon as delphi turned her wand onto scorpius after he said “do your worst.” he literally BEGGED delphi to not hurt scorpius before she started torturing him. and then he was full on crying when it did happen

delphi taunting al by saying “if you want to stop me from hurting your FRIEND then do what you’re told.” and the emphasis on the word ‘friend’ was really taunting and sarcastic bc SHE KNOWS. it’s literally a fuck you to the ridiculousness of the queerbaiting in the og and i love it

ofc the change of albus’ weakness going from “friendship” to “LUVVVVV” (the actress had fun emphasising the queerness of it all i swearrr)

when draco, harry, ginny, ron and hermione are all in delphi’s room trying to find evidence of her identity, draco cuts hermione off by bellowing “SPECIALIS REVELIO” and then nothing happens. nothing happens. then ron goes “MUMBALIS RRRREVVVELIO” really dramatically in a thick accent to bully him 😭

ron is constantly bullying the shit out of draco for the entire play lmfao and the delivery is so fucking funny. draco cant say nothing either because he knows he deserves it deep down 💀

scorpius and albus’s hostility towards that one scottish station master on the platform was absolutely wild. albus looked innocently confused but scorpius cant mask for shit. bro was giving him a bombastic confunded look as he was speaking, leaning in to hear him better and staring flabbergasted at bro as he walked off 😭😭 14 year olds are brutal gawd

idk this might be the usual case for every cursed child play, but tom russell played both james sr and james sirius which insinuates james sirius looks like the og james which is so …

harry looked so small in the scene with dumbledore and him in his office and very boy-like. the positioning of the stage made it seem like harry was still looking up at dumbledore for guidance and when he started crying it just seemed like he needed a father mannn. phenomenal acting but bro 😭😭😭

and dumbledore looked so in pain too, and so GUILTY and because paintings are “nothing but paint and memories” makes it mean that dumbledore had felt that guilty and pained about treating harry like that in real life 😭 kill me now it was just a horrible time for everyone

all the drarry shippers deserve a medal for predicting that draco’s canon way of comforting harry or being nice to him is to literally just insult him more 💀 bro comes in and sees harry sobbing and just stands there like “my son said i was head of magical law enforcement in the other reality 🧍‍♂️ maybe this will be my office one day🧍‍♂️”

it makes it even funnier if youve read the script and know that the next direct line is a stage direction saying “harry is consumed in his grief”

when draco took out the time turner he owned to show harry he was like “yeahhh 😏real gold 😏😏 just the way the malfoy family likes it 😙” HELP

scorpius facing the audience, talking very softly about how he and albus should lean over the baby (harry), and so they both do, and then scorpius just starts screaming “HELP HELP HELLPPPPP” over audience members omgggg 😭

“it might traumatise the baby slightly 🤔”

scorpius got so excited about albus’s plan with the blanket and love potion that he tried to do a cartwheel and landed flat on his ass 😭

scorpius said “theres a rumour bathilda bagshot believed in never locking her doors” and then opened her front door with his bum 💀 he just playfully sticks it out on her door and he nearly fell inside bc it actually opened

ginny’s actress deserved an oscar for her scene with harry in albus’ room… like she was actually sobbing and shaking and yelling at harry, it was such a powerful scene for her character as a grieving sister and a grieving mother too. only scene that almost made me cry. katie jean-harding. remember the name fr

cue me pissing myself and just completely overreacting when the crew went to godric’s hollow and harry, hermione, ginny and ron were all talking about the dreary memories there and draco was just geeking out over how the houses had thatched roofs and that theres a farmer’s market 😭 his whole face just lit up when he spotted the market lolll he’s def thinking about a holiday home there or sum

get you a man (ron) who will hold a grudge (against draco) for you (hermione) for decadesss because of the things he said to you in your youth (very loyal husband material… hermione fr the smartest hp character, she saw the vision)

albus and ginny just throwing themselves onto each other and hugging and then harry just jogs up to albus, stops himself, and excitedly pats his shoulder

draco saying “we can hug too if you want” and scorpius slowly reaching out to him like the uppies meme

after the chat with ginny in the church in which ginny tells harry that albus needs to feel specific love from him, and albus was explaining the plan to defeat delphi, he says something like “and we should do this because do you know what im good at? polyjuic—” then harry yells behind him wayyy too loudly “I THINK THERES PLENTY YOURE GOOD AT ALBUS” and they all stare at him and ron just gives him a big thumbs up

and later when harry is trying to convince draco to go along with the plan to transfigure himself albus butts in saying “you should trust my dad, draco because he won’t let us down” and harry gets SO happy from it he and ron literally high five and he does a little jump in the background

also scorpius was constantly looking at draco when harry was talking about transfiguring himself into voldemort and it was fucking priceless. scorpius was so animated in his expressions he was literally staring at his dad like 😨 whilst draco is silently watching the whole encounter like 😐

when ron said “blimey theres two of them” when referring to scorpius and hermione, it literally had scorpius’ face LIGHT UP, hands over his mouth, and his posture straightened. i find it so cute how much he idolises hermione!

when harry turned into voldemort everyone flinched a step back except ron who went like “bloody hell! 😯” love him

the dramione scene was so minor, but it’s probably the biggest dramione moment to happen between the two of them in the entire hp series so im actually so surprised dramione shippers dont talk about it

breaking it down: draco says “im being bossed around by hermione granger” and theres a silence in which ron stops and looks at him very threateningly. then draco says “and im mildly enjoying it” with this big flirty ass grin on his face 😭😭😭 and then hermione has to HOLD RON BACK AND DRAG HIM AWAY LMFAO

draco the only type of guy to shoot his shot at a woman in front of her husband and his motherless son 💀💀

the fight scene with delphi and harry (+co) was hottttt and i dont mean in an attractive way but in the sense that it was literally fucking sweltering like i could feel the hot ass fire on my face as they were throwing spells at each other. i dont know how the actors could simply just cope on stage

albus was hiding behind ginny during fight scene with delphi and she was holding him close behind her. idk if it was because he hid behind her of his free volition or if she dragged him behind her but it was cute asf either way

when voldemort walked down into the middle aisle he stopped randomly and started staring at this random poor woman for a moment 💀

im sorry i know it wasnt funny but when everyone was witnessing voldemort kill lily and she was heart wrenchingly screaming “NO NOT MY BABY” voldy was like “step aside u silly gal 🙄” i fucking shat myself omg 😭😭 he’s so unserious 😭😭😭

and then they’re back at hogwarts and everyone’s having a good time after bearing witness to all this trauma and what do you see? - polly chapman trying to fight THE minerva mcgonagall by boinking her with a big ass textbook. rose had to intervene and stop her 💀 girl wanted all the smoke

the last scorbus scene. oh my gawd. people talk about this but not in enough detail so i WILL QUOTE IT for you because i remember it by heart (and i also wrote it down immediately after the show ended so my memory was fresh). i haven’t seen people actually quote it so far so maybe i’ll be the first (unless someone else has already done it and i just didn’t see it), because people are literally missing out if they don’t go see the play themselves. it is a bit long and i dont want to make an already long post longer so i will leave it here if you’re interested in scorbus at all

but also, if you go read it, just take into account the way they’re speaking to each other. ive seen the play a total of three times, twice in two part and once in the revised one part and you can just tell it’s romantic from the way theyre talking to each other. the actors know what theyre doing

and ofc the coming out scene between albus and harry with albus saying “scorpius is the most important person to me, and he might ALWAYS be the most important person to me” and harry saying “i think thats a very good thing”

also not to brag but during roll call draco looked at me 😻😻 and ron looked in my general direction (he was smiling at the people in front of me because i think he knew them personally since the first three rows are like VIP (sorta) tickets and not open for general public sale but it was close enough)

anyways those are my notes! if youve read this much im impressed by you fr

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GGSB Fest 2024 - A Changed Ball

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

After the first task, Sirius reaches out to Harry to offer dating advice for the Yule Ball, which changes things.

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Given that the first task is finally over, and Harry survived, Sirius can breathe a little sigh of relief. At least one task down, and the fact that he did so well makes Sirius incredibly proud. Next on the order of business for Harry is probably the Yule Ball. Since he’s a champion he’s probably going to have to open it, and it may be a bit presumptuous, but Sirius couldn’t resist offering dating advice to his godson. He figures he’s young and he doubts the Dursleys would bother to offer much guidance.

Hopefully, Harry doesn’t really need too much, but Sirius had to offer just in case.

Sirius smiles when he gets another owl so quickly, Harry writing to him will always make his day.

Sirius,

What do you mean there’s a ball for Yule? What do you mean that I have to open the ball?

No, no – they can’t really expect that from me, right?

You’re pulling my leg, right? Please tell me you’re pulling my leg.

If not, I need help.

Say hi to Buckbeak.

Harry

Sirius is stunned for half a second. How had Harry not known about this? Then, again, no one appears to tell the kid anything.

Alright, well, at least Sirius was right to offer. He’ll just have to meet with his kid on his own and give some concrete advice.

Everything will be okay. He’s sure of it.

***

“I still don’t get how they could expect this of me,” Harry groans as he sits on the floor of the cave beside Sirius. “I mean – dragons are one thing, but girls?”

Sirius laughs. “They’re not as scary as you think.”

“They travel in packs, and they giggle like … like my mere presence is hilarious.”

“They’re giggling because one or more of them have a fancy of you – hard not to given everything, and they travel together because … well, I never really understood that.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Harry questions, seeming quite freaked out. “You were right, McGonagall says I have to open the ball with a date, and it’s only been like a day and a half, and every girl has gone nutty and I don’t know how to dance and I don’t want to go on a date… this is – this is unfair.”

“And the whole dragon thing wasn’t unfair?”

“The dragon thing was actually kind of fun.”

Sirius snorts and rolls his eyes. “Alright, let’s start with the basics. First, you have to select who you’re thinking of asking. I would suggest someone you either fancy and want to get to know – but know there will be awkwardness and you’ll have to push passed that or a friend that you could potentially enjoy an evening with. You could perhaps go with a friend that is someone you may possibly fancy or go with a friend that is someone who would only be a friend, but you’d have to be clear about that. Do you have any ideas?”

He watches as Harry digests this information and says, “Well, I could go with Hermione if I wanted just a friend, but I think that would upset Ron and frankly, be unfair to her. I’d really like to go with Cho Chang – I kind of, maybe, have a fancy of her, but all I know about her is that we’re both seekers. I suppose another friend could be like Parvati Patil or maybe Katie Bell. I’ve talked to both enough that maybe it could be… a friend date.”

Sirius nods. “Okay, let’s leave Hermione out of it. We wouldn’t want to disrupt your friendship with Ron again so soon.”

“Agreed.”

“That leaves Cho, Parvati, and Katie. Now, this is where you have to make a decision – do you want someone that you barely know, but fancy or you know, but don’t fancy?”

Harry shrugs. “I mean – it would be nice to get to know Cho better.”

“Okay, that’s fair. You’ll have the dinner and dancing to get to know her, if you ask her,” Sirius states. “Now, before asking, you should make it clear that you’re not that into dancing, but if you ask any of them to go, you should expect to dance more than just the opening dance.”

He groans. “It’s bad enough having to do it once.”

Sirius nods. “Yes, but you’re going to a ball. It’s expected that you dance. If you don’t want to dance too much, you should make that clear so that they don’t expect to be dancing all night and are disappointed.”

“Okay, but what if I tell them and they say no?”

“Then you have to accept no for an answer and find someone else who would be willing to support you.”

Harry nods. “I suppose that I should try and learn dancing then?”

“That would be a good endeavor. I’d suggest asking someone you’re comfortable with to practice or your date would be better, but it could be embarrassing admitting that, so you could always Hermione or one of the quidditch girls who would no doubt love to help you.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Harry states. “What about the actual asking? If they’re traveling in packs…”

Sirius laughs. “They may giggle, but simply ask for a moment alone and once you’re alone, tell them either – that you’d like a romantic date to the ball or a friend date to the ball – depending on who you ask. Explain about the dancing to help them make a decision, and once they do – if it’s yes, ask them to meet up to practice dancing or if it’s no, accept their answers and move on. Just be sweet and polite and you’ll be okay.”

“That sounds easier than it’s probably going to be.”

“It’s usually not that bad, I promise. Maybe a little embarrassing, but the sooner you do it, the better,” Sirius assures him. “Then you can focus on the actual date.”

Harry grimaces. “Besides dancing, what would be expected?”

“Well, you should meet her at her common room probably with a nice flower – try asking her favorite or finding one that matches her dress robes.”

Harry nods. “Sounds easy.”

“You should offer your arm, and smile as you lead the way into the ball and take out her seat first before you sit. At dinner, make sure you talk to her about her interests. Start with something you have in common and let the conversation flow. If it stalls, try to ask about things that are around you – the food, the music, the dancing, the people… anything that can spark something. Remind her about being uncomfortable with too much dancing, but that you’ll make an effort.”

“Okay, okay. Seems like genuinely good advice so far,” Harry says. “Then, of course, the dancing. I suppose if we practice before it might not be so bad.”

“I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you’re imagining,” Sirius assures him. “Make sure to still pay attention to her as you dance, and if need be, make light conversation. If you’re done dancing or taking a break, try finding a quiet area to continue chatting from dinner. Don’t ignore her and even if it ends up being Parvati or Katie rather than who you fancy, remember that you can’t just glare at your fancy’s date – just focus on your own date.”

“Yeah, that – that wouldn’t be fair to her if I was staring at some other girl.”

“Exactly. The focus should be on making sure that you’re both having a good time.”

“Okay. Okay. What about at the end?”

“Walk her back to her dorm, tell her you had a great time – if you fancy her (and this could go for if the date started as a friend, but you find you do like her) – then ask her to have another date. This could be something simple and we can talk about that when the time comes in a letter. Just maybe vaguely ask if she’d like to go out again. If she says yes, tell her that you’ll let her know a time and place, if she says no – respect it and thank her for being your date and that you hope she enjoyed it.”

“And… then leave?”

Sirius tries not to laugh. “Well, she might expect a kiss on the hand, the cheek or even the lips. It all depends on the vibe, just go with your instincts on that one.”

Harry swallows, but nods. “I guess.”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Sirius attempts to assure him. “Just take it one step at a time. You’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I am, I promise.”

***

A few weeks later, Sirius knows that Harry’s managed to ask Cho to the ball. He’s nervous, but he’s been preparing for the ball, and Sirius has assured him that it should be just fine. He just needs to relax and not worry so much.

He also told him to write to him afterwards no matter the outcome. He wants to know how well his advice went over.

He grins when the owl arrives.

Sirius,

Thank you – thank you – thank you! Your advice was perfect.

Cho and I had a great date. We practically danced the night away! Okay, maybe not. She was okay with only dancing half the time, but we went for a walk and – and it went so great that she kissed me before the end of the night!

There was plenty of kissing before a final dance and walking her back to the dorm. It went so well she said yes to a second date.

So, now, I need advice on that. Got any ideas?

Thanks again,

Harry

Sirius grins, happy for his kid. He’s happy to offer more dating advice as long as his kid needs it.

He’ll certainly be a ladies’ man after this.

Just like his father and godfather and it’s great.

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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[email protected] a lovely human! QUEEN of Fic Recs. Like, holy hell. How does she do it?? This lady can make a rec list at the drop of a hat, I stg.

So many themes! So many asks answered! Lots of Drarry, but not just Drarry! Rare pairs galore, too! Not to mention all the fandom love! She is so incredibly supportive, generous, and kind. Liv is such a blessing to fandom. Not only for the incredible (and frankly insane (but like in a good way)) rec lists, but for her very precious presence. Thanks for being such a great person, Liv. And thanks for being here! (Also: thanks for letting me pester you!)

Dark!Harry/Draco

Had to include this, which I stumbled upon while looking for another rec list. One: isn't Dark!Harry such fun? Two, lots of familiar author names! And a few fics I've read, even, though I don't read much Drarry! So we're starting this one off with the list I decided to include on a whim LOL!

Dralbus

My oh my! I can never resist Albus Severus/Draco. And what a list this is! I can second like...all of these, basically. With a special OH HECK YEAH for Make Your Own Bed and The Mark of a Good Man!!!!

Dron

AHHH DRACO/RON I LOVE THEM OH GOD. I am so obsessed. It's one of my favorite Draco ships for sure. And probably my favorite ship where both parties are the same age hahaha. If anything could sway me away from my love of age gaps, it's this bratty blond and riled-up redhead! And gosh, this list has so much good stuff on it!!!!! Seriously, all of them. Also my fic Collateral Damage is on here which ???? I cry.

I swear I'm not reccing this list for selfish reasons, though. Plumage??? Excellent. A Rush of Blood to the Head?? Oh god HOT. A Fine Foray Into Fashionable Fellatio???? God, this lady has taste. TASTE, I tell you.

Oh. oh.

This one is a fun story for me. Drarry is a ship I struggle with. Much to my dismay! The Drarry fandom has such talent!! I'm in awe. Yet, I never could get my head around it. Partly due to my mostly monogamous feelings for my OTP, Snarry. Partly, it just never spoke to me. No matter how well-written a story, no matter how gorgeous an art, I never felt it.

Until Still Life. On this list! The title was familiar. Folks had mentioned the author not long ago and how they'd orphaned their works. And me being curious, I went digging, even though I didn't read any of them. Then Liv's list popped up and I suppose it felt like fate. It was the second time I'd seen that fic's title in a short period, and it was a short piece. And wow oh wow! I had to run to blather in Liv's DMs about it, but that was the first time I really felt Drarry. What a lovely piece!

Also what a fun idea for a rec list, so definitely check it out!

Scarry

So remember how I'm mostly monogamous to Snarry? I like to tell people that Snarry is my husband and Scarry is the hot poolboy. Lord, I have seen temptation, and its name is Scarry. Harry and SCORPIUS???? I need more of it in my life, for real. More to read, more to write, just MORE. The Claiming?? Oh wow. Getting Hard?? HECK. YES. A Temporary Reprieve???? ....Sorry, that was the sound of me hitting hitting the ground. Please read all of these, and then thank Liv for doing the Lord's work.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #liv #sitp-recs #rec list of rec lists

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just-a-smut-slut · 5 months

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The Neighborhood

(Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter Two

The words that she and Malfoy shared that night played back in her head. How in the world did that even start? Why would she ever mention that she had once thought he looked attractive? Draco will more than likely use that to tease her relentlessly for the rest of the year. But, when she encountered Malfoy, passing him in the hall on the way to class, she almost thought she saw a flicker of warmth flash in his gaze before he turned away from her.

Hermione reminded herself that he basically admitted that he didn’t just think that she was pretty, but beautiful. She blushed and tried to listen back into the conversation Harry and Ron were having. They were discussing Quidditch practice. The first match this year would be against Slytherin. Hermione’s mind flashed to an image of the Slytherin Seeker, Malfoy. As her mind drifted to her enemy in his uniform, she didn’t notice that Harry had grown quiet and Ron had been asking her a question.

“Hermione? Did you hear me?” Ron asked. His red hair was messy and pushed up with some kind of hair gel. His freckles were as numerous as ever, but his face had slimmed over the summer. He looked like an adult, Hermione realized.

“Saturday? Hogsmeade?” Ron repeated.

Hermione nodded and smiled. “Yeah, of course. Sounds great!” She blushed, glad that they couldn’t read minds. She caught Harry punch Ron’s arm and the two of them smile as if they had already won the Quidditch match.

Through Transfiguration class, Hermione found it hard to concentrate. She kept thinking about her strange night with Malfoy.

As she left the classroom, she fell behind Ron and Harry. She gasped as she felt a hand grasp her and pull her behind a tapestry where a secret storage room hid. Hermione looked around at the dusty boxes and paintings that were scattered around the room before landing on the person responsible for her abduction.

Malfoy stood grimacing at her.

Hermione glared back at him. “What gives, Malfoy?”

“Did you tell anyone?” He ground out through gritted teeth.

Hermione looked at him, perplexed. “What? No! Of course not!”

“I don’t believe you Granger,” he took a step closer to her, towering over her as if to intimidate her. Hermione didn’t back down. She stuck her nose up at him.

“Potter and Weasley were just a little too happy to be leaving transfiguration class with you,” he reached up and picked a piece of lint off of Hermione’s robes, flicking it into the room out of sight.

“I don’t know who you think you are Malfoy, but I didn’t say anything about anything! And besides, how do you expect to not have them ask questions when some bloke is yanking me into a storage closet?” Hermione snapped.

“Some handsome bloke,” a devilish grin spread on Malfoy’s face.

Hermione went to push him away from her but he grabbed her hands. He looked like he was about to tell her off, but something changed in his expression. She caught him glancing down at her lips and back up to her stare. She felt the tension in her body relax. She licked her lips. After a second that felt like an eternity, they broke away from each other. Malfoy cleared his throat.

“You can leave first and I’ll wait and come after you,” he spoke quietly.

“Fine,” Hermione said and stomped out of the room.

Saturday morning arrived. She pulled on a dark jumper and some blue jeans. She made sure her curly hair was as controlled as possible. Finally she skipped down the steps to the common room. Ron stood waiting in their favorite chairs by the fireplace.

“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asked.

Ron looked at her quizzically and said, “he’s not coming.”

Hermione asked. “Spending time with Ginny?”

Ron shrugged. He seemed put out. Hermione ignored it and just said, “well, let’s go.”

She took Ron’s hand and pulled him through the common room and the portrait hole. She saw Ron’s face burn red.

As they walked along the road to Hogsmeade, Ron was exceptionally quiet. Finally, he said, “I was thinking we could get brunch first at the Three Broomsticks.”

Hermione hummed, “Sounds great.”

Ron stopped in the road, “Hermione…”

Hermione stopped and turned to face him. “What is it?” The look on his face told her that he had something either terrible or embarrassing to tell her. She instantly thought of Malfoy pulling her behind the tapestry and prepared for him to confront her.

“Do you know why we’re here?” He asked.

Hermione looked at him in confusion. “What?” It wasn’t the question she expected him to ask.

“Well, you asked if Harry was coming. I remembered you were distracted yesterday, so I figured… I mean I just realized you must not have heard me yesterday,” Ron continued walking again and Hermione kept pace beside him.

“I’m sorry, Ron. I didn’t really hear you,” Hermione admitted. “What did you say?”

Ron shook his head. “It’s not really important. Let’s just have a good day.”

Hermione wanted to press him for answers, but didn’t want to make him question her more as well.

She and Ron ate brunch and then went around to the different shops. He bought her a new quill even though Hermione protested. As the day grew on, she felt more and more eyes watching she and Ron. Finally when Ron excused himself to the bathroom while they were getting a hot chocolate, Parvati sat down at her table across from her.

“How’s it going?” She asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Hermione glanced around. She and Parvati weren’t unfriendly, but they definitely weren’t close. “Umm, fine.”

Parvati leaned in, “Have you kissed yet?”

Hermione’s ears burned red. Her mind flashed to Draco leaning over her glancing down at her lips.

“What? No!” Hermione Said aghast.

Parvati leaned back and lifted her hands, “Geez, okay. We’ve just all been waiting for you two to get together for so long I had to ask.”

Hermione nearly spewed a mouthful of hot chocolate out of her nose. “What are you talking about, Parvati?”

Parvati sighed, “Your date with Ronald!”

Hermione laughed in relief. “This isn’t a date, Parvati.”

“Are you sure? Because if so you need to tell Ron that. He’s been bragging about today for a week.” She smirked and left the table. Hermione sat in shock.

That’s why Harry wasn’t coming. That’s why he wanted to know if she had actually heard him yesterday. When Ron got back to the table, she sat not knowing what to say. She’d had fun hanging out with just Ron that day. He was her best friend. They had shared electrically charged moments in the past, but she never thought they’d actually do anything about it because they were friends first.

“Ron,” Hermione started. Ron looked at her, eyes gentle. “Thanks for going to Hogsmeade with me today. I’ve had a great time.”

Ron’s entire head turned pink. He reached out a hand to take hers across the table. “I was afraid you’d say I was being ridiculous.”

A warm smile lit up Hermione’s face, “Well, I didn’t say that you weren’t ridiculous.” Ron smiled back at her. As night fell, they walked back to the castle, holding hands as they passed through the gates.

“I really did have a great time, Ron,” Hermione said. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay closer attention.”

Ron shrugged. “I deserve it. Afterall, I didn’t pay attention to you enough the last seven years.”

She giggled. “True. We’ll have to remedy that, I suppose.”

“Only if you want to give this a real shot. Give us a real shot,” he mumbled. They stopped and faced each other.

“Can I- can I hug you?” Ron asked. Hermione had hugged Ron several times over the years, but this seemed to mean a little more. It was different. He wanted to be close to her in a way that they hadn’t been. She nodded. Ron wrapped his long arms around her and she pressed herself against him. His body was warm and she felt him lean his face down, nuzzling it into her hair.

“You smell good,” his voice was muffled from her hair. His body seemed to tense and Hermione felt that the air had shifted a bit.

“Good first date, Weasley? What’d you do? Buy Granger a peppermint? Did a bit of window shopping since you can’t afford a proper date?” Hermione and Ron jerked apart to see Malfoy standing at the door, a sour look on his face. He looked between them in contempt.

Ron rose up a little taller and took a step toward Malfoy. Hermione put a hand on his arm. “Don’t, Ron. It’ll ruin the day.”

Malfoy smirked with victory in his eyes, “That’s right, Ronnie-poo. Cower back. Some Gryffindor you are, you blood traitor.” He scoffed.

Ron ripped himself from Hermione’s grip and threw himself at Malfoy. Malfoy caught Ron’s fist with his jaw, a crunch sounding from the collision. Hermione yelled as Ron sat atop Malfoy, pummeling him. Malfoy finally rolled Ron off of him and struck him with a fist to the eye. Hermione yelled again for them to stop, snatching her wand from inside her pocket.

Before she could cast any spell, Professor McGonagall stepped through the doorway, eyes in horror. “Weasley! Malfoy! What in the world are you thinking?” Ron and Malfoy broke apart and stood. Hermione couldn’t tell whose blood was whose. Her eyes were filled with rage.

“Back to your dormitories immediately! 50 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin for fighting! I would expect this out of first years, but not seventh years at the top of their classes!” McGonagall scolded. She looked between the three of them and seemed to make some sort of connection. “And, over a girl, no doubt!”

All three of them blushed in horror. Hermione looked at the professor with a look of shock, “No, Professor. Malfoy called Ron a blood traitor and was egging him on-”

“I don’t care what was said, Ms. Granger. This is absolutely unacceptable. The two of you boys will spend a week in detention. I will let you know more details in the morning. In the meantime, go to bed.” With that, McGonagall turned. Malfoy cast a quick glance towards Hermione and slunk through the doorway.

When they were gone, Hermione punched Ron in the arm. “Ow! Hey, what was that-”

“Ron, you idiot! Why’d you let Malfoy get you riled! You know how he is,” Hermione chastised.

Ron’s once gleeful expression turned dark. “Me! What about him? I was protecting your honor, Hermione!”

Hermione rolled her eyes and started stomping off. Ron followed her. “I don’t need you to protect my honor, Ron.”

Ron scoffed, “I know you don’t need it, Hermione. But, I want to give it anyway.”

They walked the rest of the way to the common room without talking. When they got back, Harry and Ginny were waiting for them, expecting to see a pair of lovebirds and not the angry hornets nest that walked in. Without saying a word to them, Hermione went up to her room. Ron stayed down to relay why his face was bloodied and bruised.

#Harry Potter #wizarding world #Dramione #dramionefanfic #dramionefanfic room #Dramione smut #fanfic #fanfiction #Hermione #Draco #hermioneanddraco

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saiilorstars · 10 months

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Ch. 24: Damage

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic

Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

If you’d like to be a part of this OC’s work/edits, let me know!

The next time Harry saw Romina, he dared not bring up the fact he heard how Draco basically convinced her to go to Hogsmeade after everyone's failed attempts before him. Besides, he had a lot on his plate anyways. That same Hogsmeade trip was also the place where he learned the truth behind Sirius Black. That kind of rage left little to no clear vision about anything else.

"You need to calm down before you explode," Romina watched Harry with concern while the boy in glasses balled his fists over the dining table. "Someone can question you over it and then what would you say? That you snuck out to Hogsmeade and purposely eavesdropped on a teachers' conversation?"

"We've been telling him that," Ron said from across them.

"It's not that easy, is it?" snapped Harry, putting both Ron and Hermione in a silent state. "Black was supposed to be my parents trustee. He was supposed to be their friend and he betrayed them!"

"...he told my parents where yours were," Romina said quietly, managing to calm Harry for the moment. That'd been one of the worst parts for her to hear. Sirius Black confided in the Oswells where the Potters were. They, in turn, notified Voldemort where the Potters were. Romina never felt more ashamed of her family then.

"No one is blaming you for anything," Hermione once again reminded Romina after she'd gone quiet.

Harry's gaze softened when he saw Romina staring at her lap. He could only imagine how Romina was feeling about all this too. Her parents helped Voldemort murder his, and there was nothing either of them could do to change things. "Rom, it's not on you. You're as much a victim as I am—"

"No, I'm not," Romina shook her head. "They live and your parents are dead. I'm sorry." She decided to head back to her own House table before she cried there and then.

"Rom!" the three Gryffindors called after her but it was no use.

By the time Romina took her usual spot beside Arden, she was sniffling with teary eyes.

"Oh, look, something new to cry over today?" Pansy was the first to notice Romina's state. "What is it now?"

"Sod off, Parkinson," Arden snapped then looked at Romina. "What's the matter? You were fine yesterday and—"

"And now that she's gone and visited those little friends of hers, she's gone and reverted back to her depression," Draco spoke from his seat. "You should just stay clear of them, Oswell."

"Oh, like you do," Angel snorted. "Always finding time to come up with new insults for Harry and the others - that sure seems the way to stay clear." Draco rolled his eyes and went back to eating his breakfast.

"Rom, what is it?" Arden asked again, hoping the others would just be quiet and allow Romina a chance to speak.

Romina was aware of the attention she was getting and preferred to end things there. She rubbed at the corner of her eyes and looked up. "N-nothing. I just heard something sad, that's all."

"What'd you expect after talking to those kinds of people?" Pansy gave a nod towards the Gryffindor table.

Romina rolled her eyes and started getting up. "I'm not so hungry anymore."

"Oh no, you can't go without breakfast—" Arden tried to hold onto Romina's arm but the girl pushed Arden away. "Romina!"

Romina didn't listen. She hurried out of the Great Hall and made a beeline for the dungeons, only to bump into Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. The first thing she noticed was Luna barefoot and for some reason, it just really ticked her off even more. "Again!?" she gestured to Luna's pale feet. "Jesus what is it with these students!?" Her loud voice caught the attention of some passing students and of course she called them out on it. "Yeah, you! Do you just enjoy taking shoes!?"

"They didn't take my shoes," Luna said, the utmost calm as usual.

"Luna there's a game going on with your shoes," Romina sighed, rubbing her forehead. She heard Ginny whisper "I knew it!" on the side.

Luna tilted her head at Romina, studying the older girl. "You're distressed. What's wrong? It's not about my shoes, is it?"

Romina dropped her hand from her forehead. "No…" Her hand gesture on the side was particularly confusing for the two girls since they didn't know whether or not Romina was angry. "Although it's very annoying."

"I'm sorry—"

"No!" Romina cut Luna's apology off. "You're not the one who should be apologizing!"

"What's bothering you?" Ginny was the one to ask. "My brother hasn't done anything stupid lately, has he?"

At that, Romina managed a short laugh. "Which one?"

"Aline, you wound us!" Fred Weasley had come up from behind and swung an arm around Romina's shoulders. George came up on Romina's other side, feigning an offended face with arms crossed and a pout ready to go.

Romina groaned and smacked Fred's arm off her. "Never call me that!"

"Who's Aline?" Both Ginny and Luna asked at the same time, curious of course.

"No one! Go have breakfast!" Romina ushered the girls towards the Great Hall then turned on the twins. "Never call me that!" The twins laughed at her as usual, making her groan again and leave.

"Oh what's the matter, Aline?" Fred was hot on her trail, as was George, which of course further irritated her.

"Leave me alone, Weasleys!" Her hiss was an indication there was something wrong alright. Romina entered the gardens and was striding down with no particular destination in mind except to be the hell alone.

Fred and George exchanged an agreeing glance then rushed after Romina. Before Romina knew it, she'd been hoisted by the twins, each one taking hold of one of her arms, and then promptly headed back to the hallways.

"What—put me down!" Romina's feet kicked in the air as she shouted. "Fred! George! I'm not something you pick up—"

"On the contrary, you're quite light," Fred chuckled with his brother.

Romina had a cold glare on the two when they finally put her back on her feet. "That was not okay!"

"You know what's not okay?" George crossed his arms, settling a good look on her. "The fact you've been completely reserved and...acting plain weird, even for an Oswell." Romina rolled her eyes but remained silent.

"See, that right there would have gotten an easy comeback from you," Fred gestured at the silent girl.

"We're worried, Romina," the twins admitted.

Their seriousness novelty for Romina, and quite endearing. She hated to be causing so much trouble like this, but it was difficult speaking to someone about it. "Thank you, both of you. I'm just...dealing with some things. Family things." The twins looked at each other again. Romina sighed and made wild hand gestures to get their attention again. "I'm going to work on it, I promise."

"Really?" they both asked.

"Because we're not afraid to carry you again," Fred warned, though the hint of a smile made Romina feel like they were returning to their usual playful ways.

"Yeah, you're actually pretty light, we might turn it into a game," George's smile was devious enough for Romina to dread their newest game.

"No, you will not," Romina's warning flew over their heads as they started to think about possible score charts for their new game. She groaned and waved them good-bye, not that they noticed very much.

She had to admit their little skit did lift her spirits a bit. She missed that feeling of happiness, even when it was something as ridiculous as this. It was what made her feel normal again, and definitely not like the daughter of two evil people. These thoughts carried with her into the dungeons and into her dorm.

She crawled up on her bed and pulled out the photograph of Elora and Caplan from underneath her pillow. She shuddered a breath as she met the gazes of the two. "Why did I have to be yours? Out of all the parents in the world, why did I have to be yours?"

Elora's tantalizing smile made Romina's skin scrawl. There was something positively evil radiating from Elora Oswell, even in picture form. Romina was scared enough thinking one day she would end up smiling like Elora, apart from looking just like her.

Suddenly, the dormitory door flung open and startled Romina. "Did you see Lovegood without her shoes!?" Pansy was laughing while she and Millicent Bulstrode ran inside.

"What an idiot!" laughed Millicent.

As Romina hurried to get her picture under her pillow, Pansy looked up and drawled an "ooooh". "What are you doing, Romina?"

"N-nothing!" Romina quickly settled herself in a sitting position on the side of her bed. Pansy's gaze lingered on Romina's pillow, but at the same time Romina noticed the pair of shoes Pansy was holding. "Those aren't your shoes."

Pansy's face went flat. "It offends me that you would think these would be mine. I have better taste than fried up apple seeds." She dumped the shoes underneath her bed and dusted her hands off. "No, these are Loony Lovegood's shoes. The chain passed it onto me."

"Again?" Romina scowled.

"I'm a good keeper."

"Wait till it's my turn," Millicent smirked.

"I'd rather not," Romina got up from bed, wearing an even deeper scowl. "You need to stop messing with her! Don't you have anything better to do?"

"What's it to you?" Pansy set her hands on her hips. "It's a game—"

"Yeah, which Luna didn't create! Honestly," Romina walked over and got on her knees to fish out Luna's shoes from under Pansy's bed. "Maybe if you spent less time playing ridiculous games, you'd have better grades."

"Maybe you should quit butting your nose into things that don't involve you," Pansy shot back but it didn't appear Romina cared. One of Luna's shoes seemed to be stuck on a nail or something. Pansy's scowl almost matched Romina's from before. "Honestly, Romina, you're getting even more annoying than Arden and that's saying something. What's even more annoying is how everyone caters to you every time you're in one of your moods. Don't think I've forgotten you had Draco doing your homework for you!"

Romina stopped trying to reach for the shoes under the bed and looked up at Pansy. "I never told Draco to do anything for me and once I found out, I stopped it. I don't need anyone doing my work for me."

"Good, because I won't be doing anything for you," Pansy spat.

"Funny enough, I wasn't expecting you to..." Romina stretched an arm underneath the bed and finally pulled Luna's shoe out. She then got up from the ground and grabbed the other shoe. "I'm going to go return these to Luna and God help you if I ever find out you play this game again." She swung Luna's shoes behind her shoulder and turned to leave.

"Now what are we going to do?" Millicent huffed. Pansy was fuming in her spot that Millicent swore she saw smoke coming out of the girl's ears. "Let's just go see if someone else has another pair we can hide."

"Oswell's been getting on my last nerve lately," Pansy crossed her arms, scrunching her face. "For some reason, people love bending over backwards for her and for what? They've barely known her. I think it's time she learned her real place."

"Like how?" Millicent leaned on a hip, curious of what Pansy had in mind. As far as anyone knew, there wasn't much known about Romina despite having most of the Oswells' dark nature recognized by society.

Pansy scoured Romina's side of the room until her eyes landed on Romina's pillow. A smirk started making its way across her face. She hurried over it and threw the pillow to the side, revealing a face down photograph. "Whatever Romina's got going on, I'm sure it has to do with that. She's been hiding something all year...and it looks like I'll have the pleasure of finding out."

~ 0 ~

By the time Romina found Luna Lovegood again, she and Ginny were out in the courtyard with a couple other second years. "Luna! Look what I've got!" Romina was happy to wave Luna's shoes in the air.

The girl in question gasped. "Oh, those were one of my favorites!"

"Yeah, well, with any luck, no more roommates of mine are going to be taking them," Romina handed the shoes over to Luna. "And really, if anyone else takes them, let your head of House know, okay?"

"I keep telling her to," Ginny called from her spot on the ground. "But she won't listen!"

"Things have a way of working out in the end," Luna smiled in that lazily, hazy, manner of hers.

Romina chuckled but nonetheless worried over the ongoing game she was sure was nowhere near over.

"You're so nice, Romina," Luna smiled and surprised Romina with a big hug.

"Uh, thanks," Romina hugged back. She awkwardly said her goodbyes and headed back for the dungeons when she was stopped by Harry, Hermione and Ron. The three looked so distraught Romina wondered what happened since breakfast.

"You have got to help Hagrid!" Hermione was the first to exclaim, Harry and Ron quickly followed with pieces of sentences Romina couldn't quite understand.

"Hagrid's been notified—"

"Buckbeak's in danger by—"

"—Malfoy's father has the whole committee—"

"—and he'll get axed!" Ron finished with a loud shout.

Hermione whacked both boys into silence, something Romina was grateful for. The bushy-haired girl explained everything in a much more calm manner so that Romina knew exactly what was going on. Hagrid received a letter notifying him of the need to present himself and Buckbeak the Hippogriff to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Apparently, Lucius Malfoy's complaint had stirred things into a real problem, something Hagrid was completely destroyed over.

"It's bad, I get that," Romina assured, because as much as the creatures Hagrid loved were scary, she knew the man meant only good. "But...what am I supposed to do? I've got no pull with the Ministry."

"The boys and I are going to look into previous cases with similar situations," Hermione began to explain again, making faces Romina didn't understand yet, "And, well, despite us being totally against it, you seem to get along a little better with Draco, so...maybe if you talked to him—"

"Oooh," Romina rolled her eyes. "You want me to ask him to call things off. So it's bad whenever I speak to him but the one moment where it might actually benefit you all, it's suddenly okay?" The three fidgeted under her flat stare. Romina sighed. "Yeah, alright, I'll...see if I can dig for some human decency in Draco—"

"That'll take eons which we don't have..." Ron mumbled under his breath.

"Thank you, Rom," Harry honestly said, glad to have her on board with one of their plans just like old times. She seemed to be looking better than earlier in the morning.

Romina seemed to guess his thoughts and smiled kindly at him. "I'm sorry for acting so weird, Harry. It's no excuse but I've got family things to deal with and...I guess it's taking a toll on me."

"We've been worried over you," Harry said, getting Hermione and Ron to nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I've heard from the twins and my other friends," Romina sighed, feeling guilty over their attention. Perhaps Pansy had a point somewhere in all her angry spats. "I'm going to try and get better, just watch."

"We're counting on it," Hermione smiled at the girl.

Romina smiled back then noticed Angel and Carolinha walking by, probably towards the dungeons, and decided to walk with them. "I promise I'll have a word with Draco," she whispered to the trio then hurried to catch up with the other twins.

They were more than happy to see her more cheery than before. Carolinha heard of Romina's moment at the dining table and of course assured Romina she was there if she ever needed to talk to someone. Romina chuckled and said she would think about it. When they entered their common room, they found most of their friends around the fireplace, either messing around or taking some of their free time to catch up on work.

"Is that my Supergirl comic?" Romina spotted Arden on the floor, back against the couch just beside Daphne Greengrass' legs.

"Oh, uh, I borrowed it," Arden grinned at Romina. "Is that okay?" Romina's smile was answer enough. "Glad to see you're better!" she then buried her nose in said comic.

"Who's Supergirl?" Carolinha curiously walked over.

"Only one of the best superheroes of all time!" Arden was all too happy to give the background on the iconic character when Carolinha joined them.

"Would you two keep it down?" scolded Draco from the opposite couch. He and Blaise were some of the students catching up on work. "No one cares!"

Arden rolled her eyes and continued explaining to Carolinha, despite the double sets of glares she was getting from the boys. Theodore, who was sitting next to the boys, shushed them as he read out of a Potions book.

"We're going on break tomorrow, are you sure you'll finish in time?" Angel went over to the couch to get a peek at the work between Draco and Blaise.

"We got some notes off, Nott," Draco nodded over to the brunette. "So we should be good."

"How is it that Theodore managed to finish all his homework and you two didn't?" Romina sat on the couch's armrest where Daphne sat.

"Because I'm clearly the superior one in this group," Theodore said with a clean smile on his face, causing an uproar of indignation from the rest of the group.

They all quieted down as Pansy emerged from the hallway with Millicent at her side, both girls holding a pile of papers in their hands and hollering for everyone's attention.

"We thought all students should get a reminder of who we have sleeping with us!" Pansy announced, waving one of the papers - which turned out to be a photograph - in the air.

"Can you keep it down!?" Arden was the first to shout back.

Pansy pointed her wand at Arden, and just when Romina thought Pansy would attack her with a spell, Pansy shot forwards one of the photographs with her so that it would smack Arden on the face. With a smirk, Pansy went back to her announcement. "I just thought you should all know what's got our dearest Romina in such a foul mood lately."

Romina paused at that, eyeing Pansy with suspicion.

"Hey…" she heard Arden saying. The girl peeled off the photograph from her eyes and examined the photograph. "Wow...hey, she kinda looks like…" Her eyes widened and quickly found Romina.

Romina's heart began to race as more murmurs started around the common room. Those who had the photographs were whispering and looking at her. "No…" she slowly got up from the couch's arm rest and looked to see Pansy and Millicent distributing more photographs. "Pansy, what did you do?"

Pansy came by their group and handed out more photographs.

"Hey, I know them," Angel said after looking at his copy of the photograph.

Even Draco's eyes had widened. He straightened up on the couch, eyes glued to the photograph. Pansy slipped a photograph on Theodore's book, forcing the latter to stop reading and look at it.

Angel still hadn't caught up yet, but the others were beginning to. "That woman kinda looks like—"

"Shut up, Paes," Draco said without thinking then snatched the photograph from Angel's hands. He did the same with Blaise's but it was too late for the others.

"Romina's parents," Carolinha slowly looked to Romina with a saddened face.

Romina felt all eyes landing on her, the room even feeling like it was shrinking. "I-I — why'd you do this!?" she rounded on Pansy, her eyes filling with tears. "Why would you do this!? How did you - why!?"

Pansy's smirk widened seeing her work gone so well. "I just thought we should all get a glimpse of the famous Oswells who helped the Dark Lord murder Potter's parents."

"You had no right!" Romina's voice shook.

Arden didn't know a lot about Romina's parents, but even she knew those two people were one of you-know-who's closest followers. Romina carried that shame with her - even if it didn't fall on her - every day, and here was Pansy showcasing it to the entire House. "Parkinson, you've finally taken it too far!" Arden jumped to her feet, letting her comic fall to the floor.

Pansy rolled her eyes at the girl. "Sit your ass down mudblood, this doesn't encumber you!"

Arden angrily whipped out her wand from her boot and pointed it at Pansy. "Stupefy!" Before Pansy knew it, her entire body was knocked backwards without the ability to move.

But even then, it was too late. Everyone else in the common room had made the connections and were whispering and murmuring about Romina, pointing and looking at her. Romina breathed in and out hard, tears blurring her vision.

"Romina!" Angel called after the girl as well, but Romina had already ran into the corridors.

The damage was done.

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