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apparentlytheproblem · 3 months
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e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t
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these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)
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-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-
"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."
"fuck you" "when"
“He so likes her.”
“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”
“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”
“I feel things…”
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"
“I might need more.”
“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”
“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”
"shut up and kiss me"
"such a pretty liar mhmm"
“Took you long enough.”
“We might have been wrong.”
"what did you do"
“What the fuck is your problem?
"where the hell is he?"
"you want me?" "you know i do"
"stop crying"
"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."
"this is so wrong-"
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-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-
both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush
internal conflict of being enemies with benefits
fake dating to get someone of their back
enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie
they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention
they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad
injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go
cant stand that they're ignoring them
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wynt3rrr · 1 year
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—NSFW: how they react when they accidentally make you cry during sex
(in this preference, you cry because you are overwhelmed, not because of the pleasure😭😭😭)
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harry potter:
he doesn’t immediately notice
once he does, he quick to pull out and reassure of your needs or problems
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to”
kiss your head as he hugs you tightly
hermione granger:
notices right away
she stops whatever she’s doing and hugs you without saying a word
feels guilty she made you cry
ron weasley:
thinks your crying out of pleasure
laughs and goes harder or faster until you tell him to stop
once he does he feels so bad, he won’t leave your side for days
draco malfoy:
was watching your face the whole time and he immediately noticed the look in your eye change . he saw the tears start to build up in your eyes and your mouth part, unable to speak
you put a hand on his chest and he stops, asking what’s wrong
“i’m so so sorry”
rubs your back, cooing you to sleep
luna lovegood:
“is everything ok?” you shake your head no at her question and she stops
she kisses your nose and asks what’s wrong
george weasley:
immediately freezes
pulls out and tries to calm down your breathing
kissing you repeatedly
fred weasley:
asks what’s wrong as he continues
you scream for him to stop and immediately noticed something is off
apologizes and hugs you till you sleep
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urwhorecrux · 3 months
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⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗘
ft. harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, & james potter.
pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.
a/n. the last one makes me sad :( these were all so rushed lmao
warnings. mentions of anxiety, some angst?, mentions of death, gn!reader.
masterlist
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— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
you awoke in a sweat when an unexpected nightmare had occured. this one had been bad, and unusual even for you. this time it’d had been worse, voldemort actually had harry and was stronger and confident. the sounds of faint whimpering filled the room, as you felt a hand reach out for you, you awoke in a panic.
“what’s going on love?”, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a comforting hug.
you admitted the truth about your nightmare, and how you fear for his safety given everything that’s going on now.
“i know its a lot happening right now, but i’ll be here by your side throughout all of it darling.” he brings you closely and gently presses a kiss on your forehead, reassuring you that he was there.
— 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘
it had been past midnight when you woke in terror, loudly gasping for breath. ron, by your side, quickly awoke too, reaching out for your hand for comfort in the moment.
“what’s going on what happened?” he asked, attempting to quickly calm you.
before you could even start gathering your words to say, he pulled you close into his chest, mumbling his reassuring words to you.
after a while of feeling the warmth of his hug and hearing his comforting words, he cups your face pulling you close into him, asking you what’s really wrong.
“y’know, mum used to sing me this song that helped me sleep when i was little, would you want me to sing it to you love?” he suggests.
he calmly and quietly sings to you softly, as he hold you close in his arms.
— 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘
after a long day of school and studying you’d both decided to stay in his own dorm for the rest of the night, him suggesting you stay the night with him. with that, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, happily.
with him being a light sleeper, it was easy to wake up to the sound of heavy breaths and frantic footsteps.
“y/n?, what is it?” he questions, reaching for you.
“just a really really bad dream” you say, hiding your face of tears in your hands.
“c’mon darling it’ll all be alright, just c’mere, come closer” he pulls back the duvet and makes room for you to come back to bed.
he quickly spoons you, pressing soft kisses on your forehead before mumbling his reassuring words.
— 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘
you’d been worried and stressing due to exams, and cedric was worried about you overworking yourself and about your sleep schedule.
he made sure you stayed in his dorm so you’d been getting enough sleep.
one night quidditch practice ran late, making him stay an extra hour than usual while you wait for him in his dorm.
when he gets back he notices the lights still on, with you awake and frantically pacing across the room with teary eyes and a rough face.
“baby? what are you doing?”
you turn to him and quickly run to his arms, slightly sobbing while holding him closer.
he notices you trying to come out with words but everything came out all wrong, all in mumbles he couldn’t start to understand.
“shh no need to explain love, just let me hold you alright?” you nod as he strokes your hair, trying to softly calm you down.
after he calms you and listens to your explanation, he cuddles you back to sleep, reassuring you that he’s always there, and holding you until you fall back asleep.
— 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 (post!hogwarts)
james always makes it home from work on time just so he sees you before bed in the perfect amount of time. you’d usually wake up in the middle of the night with him already laying there even though he wasn’t there when you fell asleep, so it was quite an unusual experience when he didn’t wake up next to you.
“james?”, you call out, noticing the timestamp on the clock, which reads 3:44 am.
“james?!”, you yell louder, quickly growing suspicious of the area.
he heard your yells down the hall, quickly rushing into to the bedroom worried.
“y/n? what happened darling?”
you sigh in relief knowing he’s still here, holding out your arms and wrapping him into you.
“i thought you-“
“you thought i what love?”
you tell him the truth about your worries given everything thats going on lately, with going into hiding nightmares didn’t make anything better.
“it’s alright though love, ‘m here i promise, we’ll be safe and this will all be over soon.”
he pulls you back into bed, holding you as close as possible and for as long as he could, hoping this would never end.
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louvrr · 2 years
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touch starved | preference
hp characters most and least likely to be touch starved and how they act because of it in a relationship from both era's! multi x reader!
warnings: unedited, mentions of abuse in childhood
hey :D it's been a while! i wrote this impulsively last night and i hope everyone enjoys! also remember that this has fuckall to do with canon and that it's only my opinon. enjoy!
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all characters are between years 5-7 in this fic.
GOLDEN TRIO ERA
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MOST
HARRY POTTER
this boy has two dead parents, and spent the first eleven years of his life in a suppressive and unsupportive environment with a total of zero real friends
literally sat in a cupboard under the stairs alone
ofcourse he is touch starved but i don't think he knows it
when you've gone that long without something i think it's safe to say you would start to assume you don't need it
but when he enters a relationship oh my god
he's basically trying to compensate for the first 16 years of his life
affection 24/7 — hugs, kisses, laying directly on top of you for several hours. he doesn't care. it's probably awkward at the start because he's less confident about it but he slowly grows into it more and more
he just wants the connection
DRACO MALFOY
i definitely feel like he's also majorly touch starved but just in a different way than harry is
i think narcissa would have shown him some physical affection but usually only in the context where she needed to protect draco from his father, not just casually out of love
so he never really correlated physical affection with love in his mind growing up, and when entering a relationship he might even seem physically distant from his partner
he shows love in other ways, usually acts of service, but it just never crosses his mind that people embrace eachother out of joy and not just fear
BLAISE ZABINI
the slytherins really are going through it
blaise' perspective of love is definitely warped because of how many marriages his mother has had
i like to think she was somewhat affectionate but since she had given that love so many times to so many men, blaise started to see it as having lost its value
in a relationship, he would rarely give physical affection but on the rare occasion he did, you know it meant something
HERMIONE GRANGER
she's got a pretty normal, healthy muggle family
so i don't think she'd necessarily be overly touch starved since it's something that's familiar to her and she knows how to engage in it if she chooses to
but she definitely is a fan of physical affection because she knows how comfortable it feels to be wrapped up in a hug or to have fingers intertwined so expect a lot of that
she's so cute i love her
CEDRIC DIGGORY
he's literally got two of the most proud, affectionate, gentle people as parents
they definitely showered him with affection as a kid
he knows just about everything about physical touch as possible
basically he's similar to hermione. not really dying for affection because he knows what it's like already but is definitely big on it when in a relationship
LEAST
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MARAUDERS ERA
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MOST
REMUS LUPIN
spent a lot of his time growing up feeling ugly because of his condition and never feeling worthy of others touch, distancing himself from others
so when you show him that isn't the case
he MELTS
is definitely hesitant to initiate it and has no clue how to communicate his needs, ESPECIALLY when he's struggling, but you slowly start picking up on signals
when he's looking for a hug he starts unconsciously leaning into you a bit while you walk
and when he wants someone to hold his hand he, again unconsciously, picks up his bad habits again like biting his nails or picking at the skin around them
things like that
SIRIUS BLACK
most of his childhood was spent disagreeing with his families ideologies and practices
i don't think that would make him first in line for affection to say the least
but i oddly don't think he's dying for it either
sometimes when something important happens in a relationship he might give you a hug
but i don't think he's the affection out of boredom type
JAMES POTTER
similar to cedric, james' parents were both so doting and affectionate as well
so he always had a healthy relationship with touch, and it was definitely something he took for granted and he just assumed everyone had that kind of love available
he just loves it cause it's comfortable to him and reminds him of home
LEAST
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ginevrapng · 9 months
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┆彡 ♡ tits or ass?
the preferences of harry potter characters (this is 100% canon) (this is just a little silly, a little goofy if you will but still canon)
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harry- thighs, legs, basically anything from the waist down
ron- ass (you can't change my mind)
hermione- ass
neville- stomachs/tummies, he just thinks they're cute
ginny- thighs
fred- tits
george- swears it's personality but really it's thighs (THICK THIGHS)
luna- tits
draco- ass and he says it like everyone who disagrees is wrong
cedric- personality... (ass)
lee- thighs
seamus- he can't decide, it changes every time someone hot walks past him
cho- tits
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witchthewriter · 1 year
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same boys who shared a dormitory are now raising little humans. 
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! 
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ              
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
・The Nurturing Dad™
・Always makes sure the baby has everything it wants and needs (always goes over the top.)
    “Harry she already has everything. Just sit down!” 
“But maybe she wants more binkies? Or another teddy? Babies love teddies-” 
・Because he was given very little in his childhood, Harry unconsciously experiences that type of love through his daughter
・You had to point it out to him a few days before her first birthday. Harry was going OVERBOARD. 
   “She won’t remember Harry, it’s okay.”
“I don’t care if she doesn’t remember. She deserves it anyway.”
・He hates hearing her cry. The Dursleys used to let him cry and cry when he was younger. So his baby self realised no one was coming when he cried - so he stopped
・So, he never wants that to happen to his baby girl. 
・Bought her a broom for her third birthday. It was only a toy one, barely hovering more than four feet in the air. But your little one loved it
・Molly and Arthur are referred to as Nanny and Poppy. Harry’s smile was ear to ear when Molly told him they wanted to be called that
    “You’re our son, Harry.” 
・Harry gets up in the middle of the night to check on her. He just loves looking at her in the doorway
𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
・The Interactive Dad™
・The first time you got pregnant, you were only expecting ONE baby. But lo-and-behold, two heartbeats were found on the monitor. 
・Ron nearly fainted
・Molly cried when you told her the news
・Ginny was ecstatic! So eager to be an Aunt. George was a bit hesitant, as well as distant when you told him. He didn’t want to be around the babies because he thought he’d give them some sort of darkness. 
・But as soon as they were born, George was in love with them and with being an Uncle.
・When you were in the hospital bed, exhausted but content, the Weasley’s found their way to your suite and Ginny was holding balloons
・ Molly cried again
・They two babies, a girl and a boy, had freckles but only one had red hair
・When George sat down and was given both babies to hold, you could see the change in him. 
     “He...he looks like Fred.” 
“We know. His names Fred, and the other is Georgina.” 
・During the birth, Ron was there the whole time. From beginning to end. He told you to squeeze his hand as much as you needed to
・Is a stay-at-home dad. When you go to work, Ron has the twins strapped to his front and back. 
      “Look who’s home!” He calls from the kitchen. The place is pretty messy, but he’s started on dinner. 
・The twins wear the beanies, scarves and jumpers that Nana Molly has knitted for them
・Georgina has a thing with biting though, and the first time she bit Ron he was ... kinda impressed
    “Honey at least we know she can defend herself-”
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦
・The Thoughtful & Affectionate Dad™
・His child is the light of his life. You couldn’t find a better father. 
・He’s patient, caring, level-headed and loving. 
・Makes the baby’s food, does bath time and changes nappies (probably changed more than you have. He always says “You carried him for nine months, ripped parts of yourself to birth him. The least I can do is change his nappies.) 
・He remembers your little boy’s favourite toy, colour, food and place. 
・Neville has a hard time leaving your son with anyone, or going somewhere else without him. He constantly sends messages and writes down detailed instructions on how to look after your baby
・Takes as many photos of your son as possible. Has a whole book of them already 
・Neville also shows anyone/everyone the photo he keeps in his pocket of you two. It’s of the first Christmas you had in your own home with your firstborn
・Isn’t afraid of showing your son affection. He’ll pepper kisses all over his face and it makes him giggle (the baby, well, Neville as well...)
・LOVES reading bedtime stories 
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧
・The Providing Dad™
・You’re either a working mum or stay at home mum. Seamus is out during the week, working for the ministry
・He felt really bad in the beginning because your son wouldn’t recognise him. The hours were long, especially because the ministry was working overtime, trying to get the Wizarding World back into shape
・But with consistency, and patience, Seamus bonded with his son so strongly
・Seamus makes everyone feel safe at home. He locks all the doors and windows, and can be relied on for backup whenever it’s wanted 
・Did your son inherit the blowing things up gene? To your utter dismay. Yes. 
・Was a bit defensive when your son liked ‘girly’ things, but you explained gender norms and expression. When he saw how much your son found joy in dressing up or playing with dolls, he came round
・You dress your son in matching outfits with Seamus. You do it without telling him and see how long it takes for him to notice (he hasn’t noticed yet)
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬
・The Cool Dad™
・Everyone wants to come around to your house because Dean is so friendly
・Dean actually loves going shopping for your daughter. He loves the little outfits, the pink onesies and tutus with matching fairy wings. 
・He’s great with sleepovers. They drive you insane, but he handles chaos so easily
・You asked him about it one day. 
   “How do you handle it, Dean? They’re so loud when they’re together! There’s so much mess too. God, I don’t want to ruin their fun but it’s driving me crazy!” 
       “I know, it’s okay sweetheart. I guess it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t matter. And the mess, the noise, it’s all caused because they’re having fun.” 
  “You have a point. But you keep your calm with everything!” 
         “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The battle at Hogwarts changed me. Life is so fragile. Anything can mean nothing and everything - you just have to decide what’s important and what isn’t.”
・Uses your daughter to flirt with you. He’ll send her in with a bunch of roses and says “these are from daddy” but she gets bored with it and drops them on the floor 
・DEFINITELY plays dress up and has a favourite princess crown
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crvptidgf · 7 months
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Dating Mattheo Riddle HCs
Mattheo Riddle x Reader (fluff)
➸ summary: self explanatory
➸ warnings/notes: 18+ under the NSFW cut!!! viewer discretion is advised
➸ requested?: no
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mattheo is very protective and loyal. if you say that somebody around you is making you uncomfortable he will stop hanging out with them immediately
he’ll always have your back no matter what
his love language is 100% physical touch and quality time. he always wants to be around you, near you, or touching you
he’ll memorize small stuff about you that you mentioned in passing and thought he’d forget about. sometimes he uses this to his advantage when buying gifts because he knows exactly what you like
will never let anybody talk down on you while he’s around - and everybody knows not to unless they want a broken nose
the best way to ground him if he’s having a panic attack is by touch. for most people this doesn’t work, but mattheo needs to feel and see that you’re there with him - it’s a surefire way to get him to relax and breathe
if you’re tough, he’ll be 100% more attracted to you that he already is. he likes someone who can stand their ground
also, he definitely appreciates somebody who knows what they want and goes for it. he just finds upfront people really hot
he definitely does the hand in the back pocket thing
PDA is basically a given if you’re getting into a relationship with him. obviously if you’re not okay with it he’ll try to tone it down but he always has a hand somewhere on you, or at least kissing your cheek every 10 seconds
loves when you use him as a pillow. he likes knowing that he’s your safe space
don’t tell anyone but if he’s having a rough day he absolutely adores being the little spoon!!!
contrary to the belief of others, he’s actually a very kind and gentle person (unless he’s pissed off). he’s more comfortable around his friends so his humour is more snarky and rude but he would never intentionally hurt your feelings
he always holds you as if it’s the last time he’ll see you. he’ll squeeze you to death if you don’t tell him to loosen his grip
he always smells good. sure a bit smokey, but all in all he smells delicious CONSTANTLY
if you’re in a situation that you don’t want to be in, he’s dragging you out of there asap. no explanation, no excuses - if you’re not feeling it then he isn’t either
loves to make sure you’re comfortable and safe. always asking if you’ve eaten, if you’re cold, if you’ve slept, etc. etc.
mattheo does have slight abandonment issues so he’s always texting you when he’s not with you. he understands your need for personal space, but he just needs reassurance that you’re not going anywhere
NSFW UNDER ↴
despite what others may think, he actually is not into the idea of public sex or voyeurism. he likes knowing that he has you all to himself, and despises the idea of somebody else getting to see you the way he does
he takes pride in knowing your body like the back of his hand, so your pleasure is a big priority to him
if it does happen that he doesn’t make you finish, he’ll make sure to keep you up later that night until you do. basically, he always makes up for it
definitely not into any pain both receiving and giving. with the notion of what his family has done he isn’t really keen on causing harm to you
he’s definitely more dominant and likes to take control but he’s not opposed to trying something new if you want to take over, although it will take some time for him to get used to it
absolutely loves when you beg. it’s one of his biggest turn ons. he likes knowing that you need and want him just as bad as he wants you
loves teasing you in public; but when you do it back? 1000% better
really big on taking care of you after, especially if it was a particularly long or intense session. he likes to sit in the bath with you, or help you do your skincare. whatever you need, he’s there
likes when you rub his back or scratch his scalp when you’re cuddling after
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nadinebrooks · 1 year
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Here is the link to my masterlist.
This one is a little long because I didn't divide it up into 2 parts, but I hope everyone enjoys! Do you prefer them to be shorter or a little on the longer side?
You Get Jealous
Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year
I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.   
I know hate is a strong word, but it was the only emotion I was feeling at this moment. I hate her perfect flaming red her. I hate her perfect freckled complexion. And I hate her perfect personality. She had Harry wrapped around her perfect little finger. She didn't even have to do anything. She just existed and he was obsessed.
After I had to play in that Quidditch match for Harry, Oliver Wood wanted me to start coming to practice. I was learning the roles of the other positions. He explained that he wanted to have me around just in case.  I was not looking forward to playing Quidditch in front of a crowd again. I hope nobody on the team needed me.  
On the way to the field for an afternoon practice on Saturday, Ginny spent the entire time flirting with Harry. She was the team's new Chaser. It was as if he actually enjoyed the attention.
I mean who wouldn’t. There were guys who would go to detention for an entire month with Snape if they got a chance just to talk to Ginny Weasley.
She was absolutely perfect. I hated that I felt this way because I liked to consider Ginny one of my closest friends.  
I tried not to scoff as I watched Ginny talking to Harry. She was batting her eyelashes and giggling. She would touch his arm and he leaned into her touch. Harry was laughing at things that she was saying, but I couldn’t hear what the conversation was about. I knew that Harry wasn't faking his laughter. Ginny was a funny person.   
During practice I sat in the stands and took notes on the different positions. The only position that I think I would have liked besides Seeker would be Beater. I think I would imagine the ball as Ginny's head.   
While I was watching practice, I was thinking about how I was so happy that I wasn't actually practice. It was a grueling one. Oliver told us that he wanted to win the championship this year and he wasn't playing.  
He was making sure that this team was ready for anything and everything. I did appreciate him for that, but I would much rather be curled up in the common room with a good book.
That sounded much better than watching Ginny and Harry flirt. Anything sounds much better than that.  
She looked absolutely perfect while she was flying around on her broom. She wasn't sweaty at all. There wasn't a single hair out of place on her head.   
"You're scowling. What's wrong?" Hermione asked from beside me. She decided that come down to the quidditch pitch to hang out with me since she was done with all her homework for the day.   
"I'm not scowling Hermione." I grumbled tearing my eyes away from Ginny so that I could look at her.  I was happy to have her here.
"You’re definitely scowling (y/n). You don’t have to talk about what's wrong to me, but don't keep all your emotions bottled up inside. It's not good for you." She calmly replied.
Hermione had always been good at reading me. I knew that she knew what was wrong with me. She wasn't going to force me to say anything, but she knew what was going on in my mind.  
"I know Hermione. I just get so..." I trailed off not really sure how to explain to her how I felt.   
"Jealous." Hermione shrugged as if it wasn't that hard to explain. It wasn’t really. I just didn't want to admit it out loud. "I don’t think you have anything to worry about (y/n). I know Harry likes you.” 
"Nothing to worry about?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Ginny is perfect. She is absolutely perfect and I'm just me."   
"Please don’t say that about yourself (y/n). You're perfect too. You just don’t see yourself the same way that we see you."  
That didn't ease my anger at all. Not even a little bit. Ginny had been making these googly eyes at Harry all practice and I couldn’t take it anymore.  
Once practice was finally over, I angrily shoved into her making sure that I bumped into her shoulder. Hard. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. I smirked as I stomped off towards the castle.  
I needed to go somewhere where I knew that I could be alone. I needed to be alone. I barely made it to the Room of Requirement before I collapsed onto one of the couches sobbing.  
I pulled my knees into my chest and rocked slightly to sooth myself. There was absolutely nothing but silence in the room. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my sniffles.   
Was I not enough for him? I mean I knew I couldn’t compete with her, but that didn't mean he had to rub it in my face. I just needed to accept the fact that I wasn't Ginny Weasley and I never would be.   
"What the hell is wrong with you (y/n)?" Harry practically shouted storming into the room. His angry face was replaced with concern when he saw me balled up on the couch. I tried to respond to him, but I started crying again.   
He slowly walked over to me and sat down. I could hardly see him through my tears. I couldn’t catch my breath.   
"Please tell me what's wrong." He tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away. I didn’t want him touching me right now.   
"Am I just a game to you?" I asked as I angrily wiped away the tears.   
"No (y/n). I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."   
"Then why?"   
"I just wanted you to know how I felt when I saw you kissing Oliver."   
"You mean to tell me that you toyed with my emotions because you're still stuck on something that happened over a year ago?" I was furious. He leaned forward to comfort me, but I pushed myself away.    
"Yeah." He awkwardly reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "It sounds stupid when you say it like that, but I didn’t think you were going to get so upset over me talking to her."   
"You weren't just talking to her. You two were all over each other." I muttered shaking my head. "I was very jealous. I know it sounds kinda stupid, but I didn't like it."   
"Nothing you say sounds stupid. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."  
"You better not let it happen again."   
Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above 
Ron and I had always been close ever since I slapped him. I knew that I shouldn’t have a crush on him. I couldn’t lose him. Nor could I stand his rejection. I was almost positive that he had a thing for Lavender.  
The thing was, he didn’t seem as into her as she was into him. I liked to think that he didn't really like her. He was just being polite. That would be the best case scenario, but life never worked out like that for me.   
After some time, I wasn’t so sure. Seeing the two of them together was a constant reminder of my feelings. I tried to push those feelings away, but it was hard. It was really hard.   
"Hey Ronnie." Came that annoying voice. It was Lavender. "I have a lot of work left for History of Magic. I was wondering if you could help me."   
"What's in it for me?" Ron raised an eyebrow at his fellow Gryffindor.   
"Whatever you want." She suggestively grinned at him causing my jaw to drop. "We can decide on something later tonight."   
Ron sheepishly grinned and began gathering all of his belongings. He quickly shoved them all into his backpack and practically ran behind Lavender out of the common room.   
"Gross." Hermione shuddered before gathering all of her things and heading out of the common room as well. That left me and Harry to talk about all the random things that had gone on in our lives this week.  
Harry and I were no means that close, but I did spend a decent amount of time in their common room because of Hermione. We had become extremely close over the past year. I was proud to say that she was one of my best friends.   
"How do you feel about Ron and Lavender?" Harry asked. I had a feeling that he had been wanting to ask me that for a while.   
"Are they like together together?" I asked testing the waters. "If I'm going to honest, Lavender is not the type of girl I saw him with. I figured him and Hermione would be together by now."   
"Him and Hermione argue way too much for any sort of relationship. Lavender did come out of the blue for me too. I think he's with her because he's trying to get over another girl, but you didn’t hear that from me."   
The following week I managed to catch up with Ron when we both had a free period. Since we weren't in the same year it could be hard to get some time together, but we did have the same free period on Thursdays.   
"How's it going with you and Lavender?" I asked as we stepped outside. We would usually walk around the grounds taking in all the scenery.   
"What do you mean?" He looked confused.   
"Lavender Brown? I thought the two of you were together now."   
"Oh, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that we're together. It's nice to have something warm to snuggle up with in the common room, you know?"   
"Ron Weasley." I stopped walking and grabbed both of his shoulders so that he could look me in the face. "You can't lead her on. That isn't fair. Especially when she thinks that your relationship could be going somewhere."
"I wouldn’t call it leading on (y/n). Besides, I think she's in the same headspace as me. We're not looking for it to go anywhere." He let out a small sigh. "I've been interested in this other girl for a while, but I don’t think she wants anything to do with me."   
He had to be talking about Hermione.   
"That can't be true Ron. Any girl would be lucky to have you. You're a great guy." We started back walking on the path through one of the courtyards.   
"Thanks (y/n)." He darkly chuckled. "I think she just sees me as a friend though. She's never done or said anything to make me think that she was interested."  
"Maybe she's nervous." I suggested. "Or she gets a little shy around you."   
"I don’t think so. She's never nervous or shy around me. It's quite the opposite. Maybe it's time that I move on, you know? Maybe I should try pushing it a little harder with Lavender."   
"No." I immediately shook my head. Ron turned to look at me with wide eyes.   
"No what?"  He raised an eyebrow.
"No. You shouldn’t move on."   
"Is there something you want to tell me (y/n)?" He smirked.  
"No." I grumbled.   
"It's okay. You can say it. You can say that you were jealous."   
"I wasn't jealous Ron." I calmy addressed. "I just don’t think it's fair to Lavender to drag your fling out when you can clearly see that she has feelings for you. You don’t want to lead her on when you have feelings for someone else."   
"Hmm you're right." Ron nodded. We went back on talking about random things for the rest of the walk. Lavender hadn’t been brought back up. We headed back towards the castle when it was time for me to go to Charms class.   
"Bye Ron." I gave him a little wave as I started heading up the stairs.  
"Oh and (y/n)?" He called out to me before I had gotten too far away. I turned around raising my eyebrows to let him know that I was listening. "It's okay to be jealous."   
Draco: Ravenclaw, pureblood, year below 
This was new to her. She had taken one too many shots of fire whisky and now she was dancing on top of one of the common room tables.
(y/n) was not used to all the attention, but in this moment she had all eyes on her. Nobody was complaining though. It was nice to see the girl who was usually so shy and tame having a little bit of fun.  
Tonight everyone was celebrating the end of OWLS. Even though it was only the 5th years that took them, everyone got to enjoy the perks of the parties.  
Little did (y/n) know, Draco was paying very close attention to her. He had never seen her drunk before so this was new to him as well.   
Draco didn't dance. Not one bit. So he had found a spot in the corner of the room where he would be able to watch (y/n).
Her hips swayed to the music and it looked as if she was having a really good time. Watching her dance on an elevated surface was something Draco could get used to.   
He sat there for a while sipping his drink and enjoying the show. He didn't really like being the center of attention so this was perfect for him.  Everything about this night had gone perfect. That was until he saw Pansy Parkinson making his way towards her. He tried to look away from her, but she managed to catch his gaze.  
Pansy sat down on the couch beside him and tried to smile seductively at him. Sure, Pansy was a pretty girl, but he had absolutely no interest in her.   
"How's your night going Draco?" She sweetly asked.  
"It's going fine." He replied. He wanted to be short with his responses, but still polite. "How is yours going Pancy?"   
"Mine is going really well. Thank you for asking."  
"That's good Pansy."   
"I don’t understand why (y/n) thinks it's a good idea to dance on the table. And then she's got that tiny dress on. It’s like she wants everyone to look at her."   
"You know (y/n) isn’t like that." Draco coldly replied. He wasn’t going to let Pansy disrespect her. "She's just having a little bit of fun. She deserves it. Especially after all those hours she spent helping us study for OWLS. She didn't have to do that."   
Pansy started talking, but Draco zoned out. He didn’t really care what Pansy had to say about (y/n). He was just happy that she was loosening up a little bit. As he was watching her, he noticed her eyes angrily narrow at Pansy.  
Was that jealously he detected? He didn't think that (y/n) would ever be jealous of Pansy. She had absolutely no reason to be. But he knew that face. It was the face he made whenever he saw (y/n) talking to Ron Weasley.  
It was the face of jealously. Maybe he could use Pansy to his advantage to see if (y/n) felt the same way about him.   
He knew that he had (y/n)'s attention when she stopped dancing and had her gaze firmly fixed on the two of them. He leaned into Pansy acting as if he was extremely interested in what she had to say. He would make sure to touch her and chuckle at everything she was saying. Draco knew that he had (y/n)'s undivided attention.   
(y/n) reached up and began weaving her hands through her hair. Her hips were swaying perfectly with the music as she maintained eye contact with the blonde. She ran her hands down her body making sure that the dance was more sensual than it had been before.   
Damn, Draco could get used to seeing a drunk and jealous (y/n).   
Pansy placed her hand on his forearm. He wanted to shake her away, but he noticed that (y/n) had hopped down from the table and was now making her way over to the two of them.   
"Come dance with me Draco." She had her hands firmly placed on her hips. Even though it was a request, she wasn’t asking.   
"Can't you see that he's a little busy?" Pansy spoke up.   
"I want to dance Draco." (y/n) was speaking to Draco, but she was looking at Pansy. Pansy stared right back at (y/n). She wasn't just going to back down.   
"Your wish is my command." He sheepishly grinned and wrapped an arm around (y/n)'s waist pulling her to the middle of the common room. They left behind a stunned looking Pansy.   
"What was that (y/n)?" He smirked as her spun her around and she pressed up against his body. The two of them began moving to the music. The both of them knew that Pansy was watching so they wanted to give her a good show.  
"I didn’t like the way she was all up on you." (y/n) huffed.   
"Hmm do I detect a hint of jealousy?"   
"No. You detect a lot of jealousy."   
George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year 
Once the sound of clanging pots and pans drifted up to my bedroom, I knew it was time to get out of the bed. I was never awaken this way at my house, but I came to love the sounds at the Weasley household.  
As I got out of bed and tried to make myself look more presentable, the smell of bacon began wafting up the stairs. There was no food in the word that came anywhere close to Molly Weasley's cooking.   
I finally climbed out of the warm bed and slipped a hoodie on over my tank top. I headed downstairs to see that I was the last one to make my way to the kitchen. Everyone else had gathered in the living room to wait for Molly to finish up cooking.   
"Good morning  sleeping beauty. Nice of you to join on." George joked looking over in my direction.   
"You were up there so long I thought you had died." Fred added on. I rolled my eyes and flipped off the twins. The first time I did that, the twins didn't understand the gesture. It came from my Muggle side. Once they learned what it meant, it was something we did to each other all the time.   
When breakfast was done cooking, Molly called all of us into the kitchen. I got ready to sit down beside George, but not before Hermione could slip into the seat before I could. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.  
I always sat in this seat beside George. I shrugged it off and took the seat across the table from him which was beside Ron. I didn't mind sitting by Ron at all. It was just weird because she was the one who usually sat by Ron.  
Hermione and Ginny instantly began talking about celebrities from the Muggle world. Hermione had brought pictures to show Ginny. I mostly just listened to their conversation, but I would give some input every now and then. I think a lot of people forgot that my mom was a Muggle, so I was familiar with a lot of these things.   
"So Hermione," Ginny gushed, "What are you looking for in a partner?"   
"I've always wanted someone who could make me laugh. They need to be a kind person as well. You know that I'm not obsessed with looks, it's more about personality for me. But it wouldn’t hurt if they're nice to look at, you know? I would also like them to be taller than me which shouldn’t be too hard since I'm not the tallest person."
"Hmm sounds like you just described me." George interjected bringing all the attention to him. Hermione clearly blushed and looked away from the beaming redhead.  
I felt my fist clenching and I had to force myself to finish the rest of my breakfast. If I didn’t, Molly was sure to ask what was wrong. I didn’t feel like explaining to her that I was jealous of another girl who I would be living with for the next couple of weeks.   
Once breakfast was over, the boys and Ginny decided that they wanted to play Quidditch. It was snowing outside so it was pretty cold. I made sure to put on extra socks. I hated when my toes got cold.  
Hermione made her way over to a spot on the porch so she could read a book she had just gotten, but still pay attention to the game happening above. I would be the referee for their little match.   
They had been playing for a little while and I watched as George flew down and landed beside Hermione. He said something to her, but I was too far away to hear. They exchanged a couple of words and George quickly ran inside. After a couple of moments, he came back out with one of his knitted sweaters that he always got for Christmas.  
It was one of the signature knitted sweaters from Molly. Why was he giving it to Hermione? She immediately pulled it on over her head and gave George the biggest smile ever.   
I felt myself shaking with rage. He didn't even ask if I was cold. I told everyone that I had to go to the bathroom and headed towards the house. George called after me, but I just kept walking.   
I tried to quickly walk upstairs to the bathroom, but I was no match to his long strides. I managed to get to the bathroom and almost slam the door, but he caught ahold of it.   
"What are you doing?" I hissed trying to pull it shut. "I need to use the bathroom."   
"Not before you tell me what's wrong."   
"Nothing is wrong George. I just need to pee."   
"You've been pouting all morning. Something is clearly wrong with you."   
"I'm fine." I said trying to keep my voice from rising. I didn't feel like explaining myself to him. He cocked his head to the side studying my face. "What?" I questioned. 
"I just want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours."   
"What is going on between you and Hermione?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.   
"Nothing is going on between us." He threw his head back and laughed.  
"What about the conversation this morning? About you claiming to be her type and then getting a sweater for her. You could've gotten her any sweater, but of course you get her one with a G on it. As if you were claiming her."   
"If you want me to claim you darling, all you have to do is ask." He smirked causing my face to heat up under his gaze. "I was trying to get a rile out of you this morning and about the sweater, she was just cold. You don’t have to worry about anything. I only have eyes for you." He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Have a nice pee."   
He turned away from me and walked back down the hallway. I had forgotten all about going to the bathroom.  
Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio) 
"I just heard that Hannah Abbott is going to Hogsmeade with Fred tonight." Hermione angrily ran her hands through her thick hair. She was practically ranting to Harry and I. "I don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean he's got a perfectly good girl who is practically in love with him, but he doesn’t care. Not one bit. I mean what does he even see in Hannah? She can’t even hold a candle to you (y/n)."   
"Hold on Hermione. Let's take a minute and think about what you just said. I'm not in love with Fred." I jokingly rolled my eyes at her. Sure, I was a little hurt. I thought that Fred and I had something going on, but maybe he decided to move on because I hadn't expressed my feelings towards him.  
"It's okay to admit your feelings (y/n). I see the way you look at him. Please don't make the same mistake as me and take too long to say how you feel." Hermione lovingly placed a hand on top of mine. I knew that she had been feeling a little down lately.   
I had a feeling that Fred was teasing me. We had been playing this game of cat and mouse for years. But what could I say to him? If I said what I really wanted to say, I had a feeling that he would laugh in my face and leave with Hannah on their date.   
I decided that I needed to tell him. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was tired of being this jealous girl who was scared to admit her feelings. When he came down the stairs to leave for his date, I stopped him.   
"Where are you going?" I stood in front of him blocking his path. I was done with this silly little game the two of us had been playing for the past couple of years.   
"I'm just going out with a friend. Why? Is there something you need (y/n)?"   
"No." I shook my head trying to figure out exactly what I wanted to say to him. I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my heels. I should have thought about this before I corralled him in our common room. "I was just wondering. I heard you were going on a date."    
"I mean, I guess you could call it a date. Look (y/n), I can see that something is on your mind. Can we continue this conversation when I get back? I've got to meet her and I don't want to keep her waiting."  
"Sure Fred. Have fun." I nodded stepping out of his way so that he could walk around me. I have him a small wave as he quickly walked out of the common room. Every fiber in my being was screaming for me to stop him. To tell him that I was right here waiting on him. I didn’t want him to go on that date with Hannah. It should be me that he was taking out on a date. I slowly walked back over to my seat on the couch.   
"I'm sorry Hermione." I mumbled as tears were threatening to tumble down my cheeks. "I just froze. I didn’t know what to say to him.   
"You don’t have to apologize to me. I froze so many times when I wanted to tell him how I felt. You could always wait until he comes back and talk to him."  
"I just don’t know what I would even say. What if he hates me?"   
"He could never hate you (y/n)." Hermione gave me a supportive smile before standing up and leaving me on the couch to think about what I wanted to say when he came back. I only sat there for about an hour or so until Fred got back.  
I had been going over how I expected this conversation to go in my mind. Let's just say that my guesses of how this conversation was going to go weren't very good.   
"Hey, (y/n)." I heard Fred say as he walked in. I had decided that I was just going to go for it. I had nothing to lose at this point. "I didn’t forget that you wanted to talk about something." He walked over to the couch and plopped down beside me. He casually tossed an arm on couch beside me. "So what's up?"   
"Well how was your date?" I asked trying to ease into the conversation.  
"It was okay." He shrugged. "It was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a little while, but it wasn’t anything spectacular."   
"Who was the date with?"   
"It was with Hannah Abbott. I think you know her."   
"I do know Hannah." I sadly nodded. She seemed perfect for Fred to go on a date with. I'm sure they had an amazing time and he was just saying these things to keep my feelings from being hurt.  
"Did you ask her? Or did she ask you? Or was this more of a mutual thing?"   
"I mean she instigated it, but it was a pretty mutual thing. Is everything alright (y/n)?"  
"Yes."   
"No it isn't. I can tell by the look on your face that everything isn't okay." He gently took my face in his hands so that I could look him in the face. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"   
"Yes I know." I shyly looked away. "Honestly Fred, I didn't want you to go on a date with Hannah."   
"Why not?" Fred raised an eyebrow.   
"I think you know why." I mumbled.  
"Please enlighten me." He was grinning now. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Now he was just teasing me. He knew exactly why I didn’t want him on that date. This might be my only chance to say something. But at the same time, I didn't want to be a game to him. "Just say it (y/n)."   
"Okay fine." I stood up so that I could run away if I needed to. "Please don’t go on another date with Hannah Abbott. Actually Fred, I don’t want you to go on a date with anyone else."  
"Were you jealous (y/n)?" He smirked.  
"You’re really going to make me spell it out for you." I grumbled rolling my eyes.   
"No, I don't need you to do that. I'm going to honest with you, the date wasn't that good. So uh, (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me? I would hate to see you jealous again. Even though you were pretty cute."  
Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year 
For this one can we please pretend that Cedric didn't die during the Triwizard Tournament. Please and thank you. 
I was furious. I had never been the jealous type, but lately Cedric had me feeling emotions that I had never felt before. My eyes narrowed at the very pretty Ravenclaw who was straight up flirting with Cedric. It’s not like I could be upset or anything. I wasn't even dating the guy.   
So why did I feel envious when I saw them talking? I was bitter and spiteful. Cedric was someone who bounced between the line of friendly and flirtatious. I wanted to walk right over to him, grab his tie, and force my lips onto his.  
At times it felt like he was interested in me. And at other times it felt like he just saw me as a friend. Why were boys so confusing? If you want me why wouldn’t you just say so? It’s not that hard.   
After winning the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric became even more popular at Hogwarts. He had all these girls throwing themselves at him, but Cedric was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions.   
I knew that he was really busy with all the interviews he was having to do after winning. He was having to be extremely careful with any girls that he was seen talking to. Cedric told me that's why he had distanced himself from me these past couple of weeks.   
We were very good friends and he didn't want the Daily Prophet or Rita Skeeter to turn our relationship into something it's not. Rita Skeeter had done enough digging into his personal life.   
I appreciated Cedric for wanting to protect me, but would it be so bad if people did think we were together in that way? I mean maybe that would keep a certain raven-haired beauty from touching all over my man.
Well, he didn’t know that he was my man, but he was my man.   
Cedric was obviously trying to keep Cho Chang at a distance from him. He was looking at her as if she was only a friend, but she wasn't taking the hint. Cedric was too much of a gentleman to do much about it though. He graciously accepted her compliments and politely smiled when she flirted with him. I wanted to scream.   
I had seen enough of this and they were both going to hear about it from me.   
"How desperate can you be Chang?" I grumbled walking by her. I didn’t stop walking. Instead, I kept walking by her as if I hadn't said anything. She scowled looking towards me. Cedric chuckled and gave me this amused looked.  
"Is there something you want to say (l/n)?" She spat. I didn't expect her to respond and I whipped around glaring at her. 
"Not really, I was just trying to give you some advice. You're a pretty girl, but even you can't make desperation look good."   
"Oh please don't tell me that you've caught feelings." She threw her head back and laughed.  
"No." My eyes narrowed at her. "I just know an attention seeking whore when I see one."   
"(y/n)." Cedric scolded and lightly began dragging me way from her. "That wasn't very nice of you."   
"Oh well." I shrugged grinning at the look on Cho Chang's face as we left.   
"I've never seen you like this (y/n)." He stopped walking and stared down at me.   
"Seen me how?" I raised an eyebrow. My expression told him to tread lightly.   
"Jealous." He instantly replied.  
"I was not jealous. I just wanted Chang to have more respect for herself. She was practically begging for you to take her upstairs to your bedroom."   
"It was harmless flirting (y/n)." He chuckled.   
"It was anything but harmless."   
"I really like this jealous side of you. I hope to see it again." He jokingly pinched my side.   
"I won't be so nice to her next time." I grumbled swatting his hand away.  
"And I wouldn’t have it any other way."   
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I AM HERE TO REQUESTTTT, ur writing is literally so good imma gobble it all up!! may i please request, 💥 harry potter w harry, draco and (young) sirius x reader where their lover stood them up on their date on valentines?? the boys know that their lover is literally the worst and despises them but once reader comes crying to them they comfort them?? (!! they have a crush on reader as well)
TY AND I LOVE U <33 take care of yourself! sorry if this was too much!
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HP Preference: How they Comfort You After you are Stood Up on Valentines Day
Harry Potter
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Harry heard from Hermione first
As soon as she told him, he felt his heart drop
Nobody deserved to have that happen to them. And to him, the idea of it happening to you was even more maddening
His first instinct was to find you
When he did, you were sitting alone under a tree by the Great Lake, your eyes set out and focused on the glittering water in front of you
He sat down beside you, and for the first few moments, neither of you said a word
"I'm sorry," he said, "you didn't deserve that"
He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder
He could have stayed like that for hours
Harry made sure to mess with the guy who did it, using his invisibility cloak to make sure all of his belongings mysteriously went missing
Next Valentines day, Harry makes sure you have a Valentines Day you deserve
Draco Malfoy
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Draco found you sitting alone at a table in the Great Hall, a book open in front of you
He laughed as he sat down across from you
"I thought you were on your little Valentines date with that Hufflepuff boy"
He was furious when he found out
His immediate thought was to confront the guy who did it to you
It didn't take him long to find him and about half the school heard Draco cuss him out
You only heard through Cho Chang what he had said
When you confronted him about it, he said it was nothing. He told you that he had never liked the guy anyway and it gave him a reason to confront him
It was his eyes that gave his true intentions away
When you kissed him, he didn't quite know what to do with his hands, they were left floating randomly and awkwardly in the air
After a second however, they came to rest on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss
(Young) Sirius Black
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Sirius found out when you got back to the Gryffindor common room, a look on your face that was holding back tears
He immediately rushed up out of his spot on the lounge suite and grabbed your elbow to stop you from going up the stairs
When you told him what had happened, he pulled you into his arms
He promised to take you out then and there, giving you a Valentines Day that you deserved
When you told him that he was being ridiculous, that you were okay and just wanted to go up to your room, he shook you off
There was no way you were going to be sitting in your room alone
Sirius led you out the common room and took you over to Hogsmeade
As you two passed the guy you were supposed to be with, Sirius made sure he had his arm sitting around your shoulders
Sirius tried his best to make you laugh over butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks
He held your hand as you walked through the snowing village, feeling more and more proud of himself as the smile on your face grew bigger and bigger
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You Do His Makeup (Preference)
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Bill Weasley
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House: Any
You and Bill love going to concerts together. You get to enjoy live music, spend time with your boyfriend, and as a bonus, he lets you do his makeup beforehand.
You don’t go too overboard, just some grungy eyeliner and maybe some designs to go along with it; but Bill always ends up looking super sexy.
Fred Weasley
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House: Any
Fred watched, curiously, as you did your makeup for a friend’s party. He was drawn to all of the bright colors in your eyeshadow palette, and mesmerized by the cool patterns you were drawing on yourself. He couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with your artistic touch.
“That looks really cool, Y/N,” he said, right as you were finishing up.
“Thank you, Freddie,” you said, smiling at him and pecking him on the lips.
“So, uh… have you ever thought about doing that to someone else’s face?” Fred asked.
You narrowed your eyes at him slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I uh… wouldn’t be opposed to you doing something like that on me,” he replied a bit shyly.
You grinned, immediately grabbing a makeup brush and dipping it into a bright pink eyeshadow pan.
“Woah, wait. You wanna do it now? What about your party?”
“There’ll be other parties. I’m not passing up the chance to do my boyfriend’s makeup when he’s ready and willing,” you said.
George Weasley
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George didn’t really protest when you’d gotten the idea to do his makeup. He was actually quite calm and kept still as you worked on him.
He actually enjoyed the experience. He enjoyed watching you do something you loved; and he enjoyed spending this extra time with you.
Ron Weasley
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House: Gryffindor
You’d just finished getting ready for the day, and were headed down to breakfast; but you stopped in your tracks when you noticed your boyfriend was passed out on the common room couch. You figured he must have been there all night, so you decided to punish him for breaking the rules.
To be honest, you just wanted to prank him, but if anyone asked, you’d say it was because he broke the rules.
You raced back up the stairs, grabbed your makeup bag, and then made your way back to the common room to get to work. Once your housemates began to wake up and realize what you were doing, they gathered around you, giggling and giving you tips to make Ron look more outlandish.
You were just putting on the finishing touches when he began to stir.
Everyone retreated and tried to act as normal as possible, including you. “Ah, good morning, Ronald,” you greeted him. “Did you sleep well?”
“Always do,” he said, and you tried to repress a laugh as his now bubblegum pink lips moved.
Ron went the rest of the day like that, wondering why he was getting such strange looks and even stranger comments. But the best part was when Professor Snape instructed him to leave the classroom because his makeup was melting off into the potions.
Harry Potter
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You were quite a good makeup artist, but your style leaned towards the “scarier” side of that spectrum. You loved doing horror and gore looks, which meant you loved Halloween, when you could put your skills on full display.
This year, you asked Harry if you could pick out his costume and do his makeup; and luckily, he obliged.
You went all out, making him look like he’d barely survived a car crash. And when he saw what you’d done to him, he almost passed out in fear.
Draco Malfoy
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House: Any
“What’s this?” Draco asked, picking up a bottle from your dresser.
You looked up from your book, for the thousandth time, to address him. “That’s foundation,” you sighed.
“And this?”
“Eyeliner.”
“What about…” he paused to unscrew the cap off your mascara, pulling out the wand and giving it a strange look. “This?”
“Merlin’s beard, why don’t I just show you?” You said, tossing your book to the side before instructing him to sit.
He sat on the edge of your bed while you gathered up the contents of your makeup bag. You took the mascara from him and approached his eye, but he flinched out of the way.
“What do you think you’re doing with that?” He demanded.
You huffed. “You keep asking what it is, so I’m going to show you.”
“Show me on yourself!”
“No way, you asked for this. Now sit still,” you commanded, placing a hand on his jaw and holding him in place. He let you put mascara, eyeliner, and some lipstick on him; honestly liking the feeling of being pampered; and when you set him in front of the mirror his eyes lit up.
“Well?” You asked.
“Wow,” he whispered, titling his head to different angles. “I look fabulous!”
Neville Longbottom
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The poor, accident prone, boy was sporting a black eye from getting hit with the end of a broomstick. He’d been trying to hide it so he wouldn’t get asked how it happened and have to tell the embarrassing story; but the bruise was quite prominent, and he’d resorted to hiding out in his room.
You felt bad, wanting him to be able to walk around without feeling self-conscious, so you grabbed your makeup bag and headed to his room. He was quite cooperative and let you apply the concealer and foundation to his eye. You smiled at your handiwork when you were done.
“There,” you said, holding a mirror up to his, now unblemished, face. “Now we can go on our date!”
Tom Riddle
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House: Any
Tom sat on your bed, peering over his copy of the Daily Prophet, watching you lean closer to your vanity mirror to draw on your eyeliner. He was trying to be inconspicuous, so as not to seem too interested in what you were doing, but that failed when you met his eyes through the mirror.
You lowered the pencil from your eye and turned around to face him. “What are you staring at?” You asked, playfully.
“I don’t get why you put that stuff on,” he grumbled.
“It makes me feel pretty,” you responded.
“You’re already pretty.”
“Thank you, Tom,” you said, smiling at the rare compliment. “But it makes me feel prettier. Here, lemme show you.”
You stood up and approached him with the pencil. Sensing what you wanted to do, he ducked out of the way dramatically. “Don’t put that thing in my eye!”
“I’m not going to put it in your eye! I’m going to put it on your eye!”
“What’s the difference?”
“Just shut up and let me do this.” You sat on his lap, straddling him to keep him in place and drew on a winged look. You took a handheld mirror from your nightstand drawer and held it up to his face. “See? You look gorgeous.”
He looked at himself for a few seconds before swatting the mirror away. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Get it off.”
You huffed, but got up and got the remover wipes.
Theodore Nott
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House: Any
For some reason, all you wanted to do was put makeup on your boyfriend. He just had great features that you wanted to accentuate; just to see what he would look like, because you knew he would look amazing. But Theo wouldn’t entertain the idea.
You’d begged him for months, probably annoying the hell out of him, but he wouldn’t relent. That was up until your birthday when he presented you with a gift: a homemade coupon that would allow you to give him a full makeover.
Despite your excitement, you waited to cash it in, letting him forget about it. Then, out of the blue, you dropped it into his lap. He gave you a miserable look, but you just grinned at him. “It’s that time,” you said in a sing-song voice.
He sighed, “Remind me why I gave you that coupon again?”
“Because you love me,” you said, kissing him on the cheek.
“That I do.”
Oliver Wood
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House: Any
You were a bit surprised when he’d agreed to let you do his makeup; but then again, you weren’t surprised at all. Oliver was the most patient boyfriend in the world and he loved you. Of course he’d let you.
He sat patiently, watching as your eyebrows knit together in concentration. He couldn’t help but smile at your facial expressions while you applied various products to his face. He honestly loved spending this time with you, and having you so close to him.
He gazed at you lovingly as you applied a lip gloss to his already perfect lips. When you finally broke your concentration and saw his big brown eyes (affixed with bright blue eyeshadow) gazing at you, you melted.
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apparentlytheproblem · 7 months
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Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!
Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader
The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?
A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!
p e r f e c t i o n
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- theodore nott
a/n: thelloo my darling, i am so sorry it took so long. i couldn't choose which character to do, so both are uploaded, one is the copy paste of the other except their names [ofcourse] so there isn't much difference, tysmm for requesting and i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)
p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling
requested- yes
currently playing- forever favourite
warnings- this is set in a modern au, here he's a famous actor
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you placed your pen down, a clicking sound was heard as the cap enclosed the nib. you uncross your legs and make way to the couch with your phone on one hand, ready to take a well deserved break.
you opened TikTok, the symbol animatedly popping up as her for you page loaded. there was something so addictive about it, not that of the app, but how the edits and controversies of your boyfriend pulled you in for hours.
the thing was, the both of you had an argument and you're missing him more than usual. you long for him to grab your thighs, the neck kisses, his fingers running down you as if to sculpt you.
from POVs to edits to just scenes of him had you captivated. just the thoughts of him doing what they claimed. you found yourself rewatching an edit of his thighs. for some reason they turned you on so much. his walk, his arms, the way he moved, how could he do it all so seductively.
was it getting hot in here?
you instinctively started unbuttoning your shirt and removed your shorts, leaving you in a pretty set. you were home alone anyway, who would be bothered? but god didn't he love that set. you rested on your stomach as you encountered an audio, a one with Theodore Nott fucking you. you could feel yourself practically melt with his voice draining all thought and reason on your mind.
his slow footsteps took him to the bedroom which's door was slightly ajar his hand preoccupied with takeout.
fuckfuckfuck
you eyes look up to see the the biggest grin. he though he'd won. he knew you wouldn't go too long without him. it made you upset. but at the same time, his barely buttoned up shirt was loosely hung and his trousers outlined his visibly growing bulge.
leaving the food gently on the desk facing the door, he lifted you up from the bed with his hand under your thighs, placing you on top of his study.
his eyes ran through the pretty blue lace, he always said it looked lovley on her skin. he closed the gap between her, your breats pressed against him.
"I'm sorry my love, but i don't mind fucking you while you're still angry at me. it quite turns me on."
Theo backed you up against the wall, his mouth warm and heavy on yours as your fingers hooked his belt buckle. you were far from angry, you were ready to end him, oh and he knew. he would be dying today, but atleast it would end with his face berried in your pussy.
“sweetheart..” he held his palm out to you, pressing you against the cold wall as his chocolate eyes gazed you in absolute awe.
you pulled Theo by the tie, his hands swiftly picked you up and dropped you ever so gently on the centre of your bed. you push his standing figure on his back roughly as he just has the most blissful expression on his face.
you leaned over Theo and gently placed a feather like kiss on his abdomen, your fingernails gently paving a path down him, reaching towards his abs, the hard muscle were as if god himself had taken the time to sculpt it for you.
you slowly mount him, ghosting above him slightly.
"you have such an annoying face Nott."
that was absolutley untrue. is face was perfection. it was gorgeous and defined and just perfect.
"sit on my annoying face then baby" he murmured. it was soft and kind.
you crawled to the head of the bed, "you’re fuckin perfection." you muttered, pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw as he positioned his hands round your hips, pulling you on top of his face. you settled in, your legs locked on either side of his pretty head. one arm was resting on his chest lightly as the other played with his soft curls.
"fuck" you moaned, his lips spread under you only sucking harder, the sensation making you shudder. you were already dripping and he's just gotten started.
"darling-" he shushed himself off as you moaned, your fingers entangled in his brown hair as he lapped up your juices, quickening his pace.
his tongue lightly ball room danced around your clit as you came and your hands switched to the bedsheet so you don't nearly pulled his hair from his roots. he was memorized with the feeling of your thighs tightening
he continued his pace and as if muscle memory you gripped his hair again,
"fuck-"
you moaned out as he gripped your thighs, acting as if he could swallow you whole.
another orgasm.
and another.
one by one, they all fell into order.
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wynt3rrr · 1 year
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—NSFW: are they more dominant or submissive?
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harry potter:
submissive most of the time
sometimes he likes to be babied but sometimes he wants to take control
hermione granger:
dominant
she likes to take control of every situation
she might let you take control every couple of months
draco malfoy:
dominant
he hasn’t had much control in his life so when he can control, he wants to dominate you
deep down wants to be dominated
ron weasley
submissive
he’s more submissive out of the two options but truly doesn’t mind
luna lovegood:
submissive
she truly doesn’t mind but she’s a pillow princess so she doesn’t care
george weasley:
submissive
he has a major mommy/daddy kink
just wants to be thrown around and glad what to do
fred weasley:
dominant
he doesn’t like being told what to do
but he’s pretty gentle unless you ask for him to be rougher
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urwhorecrux · 1 month
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How would the hp boys handle an argument with their partner?
⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥.
ft. harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, & draco malfoy.
pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.
warnings. fluff, arguing, slight angst.
a/n. if you have any specific harry potter boy you wanna see in my prefrences, request it and i'll add it. <3
word count (all). 1.2k
masterlist. my preferences. send me a request <3.
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— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
He usually keeps his temper calm with you no matter what, but today was different for him. With everyone being on him about Voldemort returning and the daily prophet, he needed your support more than anything.
He couldn't put down that stupid daily prophet, at breakfast he read every single lie that sat on the page. You continiously warned him about it, even suggesting he takes a break from reading it and enjoy a breakfast with you, ron, and hermione, but he resisted. He carried it and read it everywhere he went, hardly ever putting it down.
You attempted to pry it gently from his hands before bed, insisting he take a break and try again tomorrow. Instead, he continued with it, getting slightly defensive towards you.
You continued attempting to take it from him, before he snapped, slightly raising his voice.
Your eyes slowly became glossy, filling with tears. You've never seen him so- bad-tempered. Even with others, he would still be upset yet would cool off before thinking about anything to say.
You quickly gathered your things, rushing out of his dorm before he could say anything to even attempt to apologize for yelling. As you reached your dorm your eyes were red with tears still dripping from the duct of your eyes. You eventually fell asleep, without harry and without a comforting thought of him.
The next morning at breakfast he approached you, with open arms which you avoided.
"Y/n, love please just let me tal-" he was interrupted by you hurridely running off, leaving for hours on before he saw you after school, in the courtyard.
He approached you again in the courtyard, this time with flowers and a letter.
"Y/n, please just-just stay and listen this time", he sat everything next to you, along with himself.
"I really am sorry for the way I acted, I swear I'll never raise my voice at you again, it's not what you deserve."
You inched over towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his face.
"Haz, it's alright just- put down that stupid prophet when I say so" you giggled.
"I won't even go near it anymore" He smirked, placing soft kisses across your face.
— ��𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀
Ron, being stubborn, had argued with you about how he'd constantly been copying your work.
After long quidditch practices he couldn't make the dedication to completely finish all his schoolwork, so he decided to ask you for help one night. Then, that one night turned to a couple days of work, then a full week of work. To the point where he had barely been trying in his classes, relying on you for the work.
Teachers couldn't help but notice, and eventually called you both out on it, getting you both in trouble. That led to Ron continuing to copy your work, no matter what the teachers say.
You tried telling him off for it, insisting that he wouldn't learn that way. But, instead of hearing you out he'd just left, left from your dorm and continued to ignore you for two days.
Two days later, you found him in class, the one he hadn't been going to due to loads of work and worrying about everything except class, and even though he didn't show it, he was still worried about you even though he was the one who stormed out.
After class he found you in your dorm, your roomates cleared out.
"Y/n.. can I come in?" he knocked softly on the door, an innocent look on his eyes.
You nodded, expecting for him to ask for your help again, ignoring the situation where he walked out on you two days ago. Instead he didn't, he spoke softly, "I know i've been slacking off in school, I didn't expect it to be like this though",
"Okay, continue", you stated.
"I wanna make it up to you y/n, I really do. I'll actually try harder and catch up this time, I mean it."
You slightly smiled, not ecxpecting him to actually remember or care to make it up to you, but he did.
— 𝑪𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑶𝑹𝒀
Every so often you remembered that Cho was Cedric's ex, and that you weren't the first person to date him. It didn't really get to you, until eventually you saw her desperately trying to get his attention more and more.
When you'd been at Cedric's quidditch matches you seemed to notice you weren't the only one running down to go see him and cheer him on, she was too. After games she always lingered around.
"Cedric, that was great!" she smiled at him, practically drooling over him anytime he did anything.
"Yea, um- thanks." he quickly shrugged, his attention turning back to you.
You let it rest that time, not thinking much of it and not caring that he even talked to her, until the next time she offered to take him out, right after another match.
You knew you could trust Cedric but she was no where near trustworthy.
Later on you found the both of them, her unusually close to his face. You waited a few moments behind a wall, hearing small echos of their voices.
"Ced, please lets just- you know, get back toge-" you interrupted coming from behind the corner, gasping softly.
Cedric looks towards you, attempting to speak up and rush after you, but he knew you were already set off after you saw the two of them together.
The next morning you awoke to an unexpected surprise in your dorm, Cedric smiling down at you.
"Ced, what was that yesterday?" you frowned.
"Love I promise, I want nothing to do with her she just came up to me, I'm all yours just don't be upset" He interlocked his hand with yours, innocent eyes glaring at you.
"It'll never happen again?" you questioned, softly pouting at him.
"Never love, I promise."
— 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑭𝑶𝒀
With the stress surrounding Draco during his 6th year back, it eventually started to affect you too. You both were most likely always busy, you with the slug club and him with his missions which Voldemort and his father set him on.
He had one coming up that was more than dangerous, a task he'd never done before and couldn't be sure that he would fullfil.
"Dray, you can't do it just tell you father he'd understa-"
You were interrupted by Draco's tone of voice, him lashing out towards you with no regrets it seemed.
You were nearly surprised he'd raise his voice at you, as it nearly never happens but this time it did. Your sight filled with water, you attempted to speak back, but it felt like you just choked. You sit still on his bed, unsure of anything to say.
"I have to go y/n, you don't understand" he scoffed, continuing to pack.
"Dray, please- just please don't do go I really mean it"
He looked to you with glossy eyes, becoming slightly hesitant, he sat next to you, nuzzling his neck into your shoulders.
"Y/n, love, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting it's just-"
"No, I know. Just please don't take this mission, any other one not this one though".
He cupped you cheek gently, nodding his head slightly, holding the mission off.
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imajinxnation · 2 years
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"Forgetting Something?" - Harry Potter Preference/Reaction
Warning: FLUFF
Ngl I got this idea from a prompt generator😅
Considering Draco isn't exactly my fave character, I liked making his scenario the most!
If you would like a part 2 with more characters, all you have to do is ask!
Harry Potter
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As Harry was about to walk out the door for work, he heard you speak,
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
Harry turned towards you and thought for a minute, then checked his pockets to feel for anything missing.
"No, I don't think so, now I really have to get to work, love you!" Harry said, hurriedly.
You rolled your eyes and bounced up off your chair to catch him before he leaves. You grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. He was about to say something when he felt your lips press against his. The kiss was over as soon as it started.
"Now you can go!" You smiled and started back towards your chair.
Harry stood there for a second before you spoke again.
"Well? Go, you'll be late if you keep standing there, ya great lump! Get to work!" You giggled as Harry left with the goofiest grin on his face.
Ron Weasley
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"Okay, I'm going to work now, love you!" You exclaimed.
"Yeah, love you, too," Ron replied.
As you were just about to turn the door knob, you suddenly realized that your boyfriend hadn't kissed you goodbye. You turned around leaned your back against the door and hummed.
"I think you're forgetting something," you said, staring at your boyfriend who was currently reading the letter he received from Harry earlier.
Ron looked up to see you with a smirk on your face. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in an 'I don't think so', and went back to reading the letter.
You rolled your eyes, pushed yourself off of the aged wood door and stalked over to your boyfriend.
You tilted his chin up to face you and soon enough, your lips lightly touched his. When Ron started to kiss you deeper, you pulled away and walked back to the door.
"Now I'm ready to go, bye!"
Draco Malfoy
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It had been a good few minutes after Draco left for work before you realized something; Draco forgot to kiss you goodbye.
You jumped up from the black leather chair you were sitting on, snatched a jacket and a hat to accommodate to the wintery weather and bolted out the door, not before locking it of course.
As you speed walked in the way of your boyfriends work, you were constantly looking around to see if you might be able to get your kiss before he actually gets to the building. Lucky for you, you noticed the blonde, almost white hair and started to walk faster, almost sprinting.
As soon as you caught up to him, you tapped his shoulder. Draco looked behind him and saw you, slightly out of breath.
"(Y/n)? What are you doing, is something wrong?" He asked, worriedly.
"You forgot something!" You huffed out.
"Wha-?"
Draco was cut off by your lips pressed against his, your hands settling on the junction between his neck and shoulders. After a few seconds, Draco tried to deepen the kiss, but was stopped when you broke the kiss.
"That's all! I love you!" You grinned, cheekily, leaving Malfoy in a state of shock.
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pappydaddy · 2 years
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my tears ricochet (n.l.)
a/n: tumblr seriously decreased the quality of the banner which is disappointing, but not surprising...
anywho! i am back because for the longest time, my heart has been wanting to write this fic, but my stupid brain kept ignoring it because i'm pretty sure my brain is broken, but anyway, enough about that.
this is another ~11 pager lovelies! i put xneville because that is the romantic pairing, but this is mostly focused on the sibling relationship and the downfall of it so it's a sibling!reader x sibling!draco malfoy fic mostly, but i have some good neville fluff, but not much neville in it sadly. anywho, i hope you lovelies like this and let's hope listening to my heart gets me out of my writing slump because i have a lot to write lovelies!
tv show/movie: harry potter
pairing: draco malfoy x malfoy!fem!reader (sibling) / neville longbottom x fem!malfoy!reader
not requested
synopsis: y/n had expected her parents to disown her, she knew it was going to happen, but disowning an eleven-year-old? to top it all off, they have seemed to turn the last person she had in her corner against her all because she found love.
keep an eye out for the continuation of this fic, learn more with my folklore/evermore collection
taglist: (since this is a romantic neville fic, i decided to just include neville's taglist members!)
@just-here-to-escape-reality | @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @spring-picnics | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @popeheywardssecretgf | *line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!
warnings: family issues | being disowned | guilt | angst | heartbreak | anxiety is described but not talked about | anymore that i missed, please let me know lovelies! masterlist | taglist | navigation | folklore/evermore collection
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She had expected everything she got from her parents. The silence, the disowning, the forgotten birthdays. She was basically a stranger living in their mansion. A ghost wandering through the corridors, ignored by everyone except the house elves and her younger brother (only when her parents are not around to avoid reprimanding and punishment). From the very moment she was sorted into Gryffindor when she was eleven, she was no longer considered a Malfoy to her parents. They disowned their eleven-year-old daughter because of blood-purity. 
  One thing she never expected was this. Standing there, in the empty corridor. Her brother, Draco stood across from her, his stance defensive and agitated as he snarled at her. The deep emerald on his Slytherin robes was illuminated by the flickering flames in the torch - a contrast from Y/N’s own scarlet on her robes. “A Longbottom? One of the very families who fought against our own parents, Y/N?” He spat at her, different words but the same sentence over and over again. He was talking in circles at this point.
  Draco had been the one she never expected to turn on her. She had tried her best to keep him from being compelled to their parent’s side. To keep him from being brainwashed, to protect him from the harsh and bigoted views of the Malfoy clan. “Your parents, Draco,” Y/N spoke back, voice broken and quiet, but Draco heard it - evident by the flare in his nostrils. “They stopped being mine when I was eleven.” 
  “You still have loyalties, Y/N. Regardless of if they ignore you or not, you are still a Malfoy,” Draco boomed. Y/N closed her eyes, willing the stinging in her eyes to cease - knowing that she couldn’t cry in front of the one person she would seek out for comfort. He wasn’t her little brother anymore. He was a product of the indoctrination of the Death Eaters. “You can’t date that Longbottom boy, they are one of our people’s sworn enemies.”
  “Neville is not his parents, nor are his parents the bad guys, Draco. Godric, I have tried so hard,” The stinging was back, worse this time as a ball formed in her throat, the words of her sentence breaking. “To keep you from falling into their trap, but I guess I failed. I guess they painted your mental picture of me with doubt and contempt when I tried to show you their true colours.” 
  Draco strode towards her, but she stayed there, unmoving as he approached her. Her younger-than-her-by-a-year brother is now towering over her and how she missed the days when he was running around, pestering Potter and throwing out insults he would regret. That Y/N had taught him was wrong but his impulsive mind would act before thinking. “How dare you speak of our parents that way?” Draco practically growled. As if he were a guard dog for the people that just view him as a puppet to carry on their harmful and immoral morals when they are gone. 
  “Again Draco, they are not my parents anymore. Their morals are not mine and they shouldn’t be yours, but I failed you and for that, I will forever be sorry, but I will not sacrifice my happiness by leaving the one thing I have left.” She stood her ground, despite Draco’s long finger pointed in her face accusingly. 
  “You’re dead to me.” The words rang cold in her bones, her heart practically stopping, shattering as if those words were a curse. Penetrating a wall that took years to build, but only took three seconds to break. 
  It was as if the world around her had stopped moving, screeching to a halt. But, at the same time, it felt as if the spinning picked up, swirling around her in blurred colours. Fighting the weight settling on her chest, she couldn’t let him know his words hurt her. That’s what he wanted. To hurt her. To force her to stop fighting. She could remember when he called her brave for fighting so hard and now, he was one of the ones who wanted to tame her. To restrict her. 
  Her resolve broke as his cold, grey eyes stared into hers angrily. Her chest heaved as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t have it in her to leave with grace. He had been one of the only people who stuck with her. Grace be damned, she was going to hit him where it hurt. She was going to sink his ship just like he sunk hers. She’s going to kill him just as he killed her. “Just know that I love you, Draco. You and Neville were the only two things I had, and now I’ve lost you to save him, but regardless of that, I will always love you until my dying day. Just like I promised.” 
  Her words didn’t seem to hit him, but he could see the change in her from utter brokenness to fire. She was still fighting, just not in the same way. She was fighting her sadness, her grace. She was fighting the one thing she said she would never do - leave him. To haunt him. To forget him. “Do what you want, you’re nothing to me but a ghost.” He spat, turning on his heel and striding away. The echoes of his shoes hitting the stone echoed faintly the further he got. Even when he was out of sight, she could still hear him.
  Standing there, she blinked. Wanting to sink to her knees and cry as if she had witnessed someone meaningful to her be killed mercilessly, she stood there, unable to do it. She hoped that she had killed him just the same, but she couldn’t be sure. Draco is a guarded person, he doesn’t let the hurt show. He was trained not to by their father. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked away from the spot she lost her best friend. Lost her brother forever. 
____
  No angry letter. No Howler. Nothing, just further disappointment and disowning. Y/N had expected her parents to do something to express their displeasure to her about her dating Neville when the news finally broke beyond Hermione and Luna, but nothing. They had sent Draco instead as the final blow to her. The secret weapon they held in the arsenal for years, waiting for the right time to cut her deep. They knew nothing they would do would hurt her quite like them turning her brother on her. 
  “What are you thinking about love?” Neville asked, settling next to Y/N as she sat on the couch, staring intently at the roaring fire in thought. She felt his comforting arm wind around her shoulders, making her tear her eyes away from the flickering flames to look at him. 
  His round face was alight with the orange glow from the fire, looking as comforting as ever. His brown eyes, soft and calming, stared back at her, surrounding her with more warmth than any fire could emit. “Oh, nothing.” She sighed, falling into his body, cuddling in under his arm, head falling to the crook of his neck. She felt the weight of his head settling on top of hers, leaning into her too.
  “You’re thinking of your brother, aren’t you?” He whispered, fearful of breaking the serene energy of the room. Heaving out a sigh, she glanced down at her fingers. Almost as if he knew without seeing, Neville reached blindly towards her hand, intertwining their fingers together. 
  “Admittedly, yes. Do I want to? No, but he finds his way back in,” She revealed, staring down at their combined hands. “He’s turned into my worst fears. Everything I didn’t want for him. Now, I’ve lost him.” 
  Neville, with his hand holding her bicep, squeezed her to him affectionately. For a quiet, mousy boy, Neville never stood back when his loved ones needed comfort. The surest Y/N had ever seen him was when Luna was crying over something to do with the Nargals and he didn’t even waste a second wrapping her up in a hug. That day was the day she knew she loved Neville. “You know, in life, you gather people like stones. You never know what the rock is for. Sometimes, you just throw them away and sometimes you make diamonds out of them. Sometimes, family are the rocks you throw away. Sometimes they are the ones you turn into diamonds.” 
  She paused with furrowed eyebrows. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him, seeing him looking intently at the fire. “And Draco was one meant to be thrown away. No matter how hard I tried, I would never turn him into a diamond?” She questioned softly. 
  Turning his head, Neville’s eyes seemed to pour into her soul in the purest and most loving way. “Sometimes, it’s up to the rock if it wants to be a diamond or if it just wants to be a rock. Draco is the only one who can turn himself into a diamond at this point.” 
  “You know, you’re smart and wise, Neville. I wish more people would see that,” She hummed. “I just hope Draco wished I was still in his life.” 
  “I am sure that he’s cursing your name, wishing you would see things his way,” Neville spoke. “He's a victim of his own mind. He thinks he’s right and you’re wrong because that is what he is made to think.” He pointed out, giving Draco the benefit of the doubt despite all the horrible things Draco has said to him (and done). Another reason Y/N loved Neville. His selflessness, his ability to see the slightest of good within people. 
  Now, without Draco, she only had one person in her corner - Neville, but my Godric, she wouldn’t want anyone else. Telling her she was brave for the fight she fought every Godric-damn day of her life. Giving her nothing but love, and support. Unlike her brother who, even though he said he loved her, still put her through hell every day. Unlike her parents who threw her away like a useless rock - undestined for a life of a diamond. Neville would never throw her away - he would display her proudly on the mantle even if she was just a boring rock. “I just want to run away from all of this, Neville.” She muttered, twisting around to bury her face in his sweater-clad chest, fighting against the tears.
  With a soothing ‘shush’ and large, gentle rubs over her back, Neville pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When we’re both out of Hogwarts, we can go anywhere you want, because you can go anywhere you want.” He reassured her.
  “I can go anywhere I want-” She whispered back to herself, her voice muffled by Neville’s sweater. ‘Just not home.’ She thought in her head. She would never find the comfort she had with her brother. Never feel the warmth of familial love again. Instead, the mansion that awaited her visit for the summer holiday would be even colder. Void of comfort and love. No, the mansion was not home, Draco used to be her home. But she could never go back there now. 
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  Laughter filled the Three Broomsticks, and Y/N sat in the middle of it all, surrounded by her closest friends and acquaintances. At the beginning of it, she had longed to see her brother walk through the door to join in on the joyous festivities, but that platinum hair had yet to grace the threshold of the warm and overcrowded pub. Her heart had burned in disappointment for a while, but as her friends poured around to congratulate her on being top of her class, the thought of her brother faded, but still lingered in a last-ditch effort of hope settling in the bottom of her arching heart. 
  Neville, despite his dislike of crowds and loud events, sat next to her, sipping at a butterbeer, talking to Luna beside him about the plants each animal eats and what benefits they gain from it. Hermione sat at Y/N’s other side, eyes darting around the party to ensure her perfectly planned event was running as smoothly as possible. “Madam Rosmerta,” She flagged the owner down as she breezed past, laughing and talking to one of the students who frequented the pub. She treated most of them like her own children sometimes. “Could we get two more butterbeers, please?” Hermione handed her the exact change for two butterbeers. 
  “You know, I can pay for my own butterbeers, I worked enough hours over the summer holiday, it won’t put me out, Hermione.” Y/N informed her as Madam Rosmerta stuffed the coins in her apron. Hermione shushed her. Y/N loved her friends and boyfriend, but they had never allowed her to pay for anything if they were with her. Always spewing something about her not having access to the Malfoy fortune and they didn’t want her to spend all the money she’s worked so hard for since she was Eleven. 
  “This is a celebration for you, even if you weren’t disowned by your parents, we would still not let you pay for anything today.” Hermione informed her, leaning back against the back of the round booth they sat in. Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed. As much as she hated that her friends and boyfriend babied her that way, she couldn’t argue that she loved it all at the same time. 
  Hands clasped together with her aforementioned boyfriend, Y/N looked over at him as he took another swig of his butterbeer. His brown hair was combed perfectly, his bangs swept in a swoop running across his forehead, his round cheeks puffed with all the liquid he just sucked back. He pulled the mug from his mouth, a bit of foam remaining on his upper lip that he hurriedly swiped off with his tongue. “You’re adorable, you know that?” 
  Y/N’s comment obviously caught him off guard as his eyes grew wide and a blush invaded his cheeks instantly as he snapped his head to look at her. She giggled at this, heart the lightest it had been since the incident with Draco in the dark corridor. And, to think, people thought they weren’t a good pair simply because Neville is quiet and shy. They said she would corrupt him, that the relationship would be over in a week. They hadn’t known that they were already six months into it before the secret fought its way out. 
  “Ron! I told you to keep an eye out and you abandoned your post for what? A turkey leg?” Hermione’s harsh whisper caught the couple’s attention, making them look over to her just in time to see her whack her not-official boyfriend with a napkin. 
  “Keep an eye out for what?” Ron asked, his mouth full of a bite of turkey leg, a clueless look on his round, freckled face. Harry, who sat across from him and was on a Hermione delegated break from the door watch for some reason Hermione refused to tell Y/N, turned in his chair. Following Hermione’s line of sight, Harry sighed. 
  “I would reckon she wanted you to keep an eye out for that, Ron.” He sighed, nodding towards the door. Out of curiosity, Y/N looked over. There, towering over the students crowding around the door due to the high volume of people crowded in the already warm and foggy room, stood the slim figure she was sure would never appear here today. Draco. 
  His sharp, grey eyes landed on her, meeting her eyes as if the sibling bond was not severed. Begrudgingly, he weaved around the people. Part of Y/N wanted him to come to their table. Another part of her hoped he wouldn’t. It has been hell for her. He has put her through nothing but hell with him breezing past her if they hadn’t stayed up confessing every deep, dark secret that swirled beneath their surfaces. As if she was not even there. As if she were a ghost. The glares he sent her across rooms when she would send him letters without signing her name off. She should have known he would know it was from her. The sight of the anonymous gifts she would send him that he would break beyond the point of repair and stick outside the Gryffindor Common Room. It had been hell for her. 
  Part of her was delighted and part of her nearly died when he stepped up to the table, blocking the sight of Harry and Ron’s table. Hermione glared up at him and Neville (bless his soul) was practically shivering in fear, but still gripped Y/N’s hand tighter in a sign of support, comfort and protection. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione was the first to speak with a snarl, her nose turned up slightly as she raised her chin, sitting up again. 
  She knew how her family (Draco included) was spinning the story to anyone who matters. She was the ungrateful daughter who left the family. She abandoned them. She made their life hell. Regardless of the gifts she poured all over Draco. Ring encrusted with diamond. A snake ring with emeralds. She had used the little bit of money she was able to squeeze from her parents to buy them. She was the bad guy in their story laced with lies and now she was the bad guy. They had killed her hard work, killed her chances. They had killed her and now she was staring down a life of fighting tooth and nail to crawl her way out of the grave they buried her in. 
  “I heard you are top of your class after exams.” Draco ignored her. He wore his black suit, his hair perfect. But it wasn’t in the same endearing way Neville does, it was in an I’m-better-than-you-because-of-my-father way. As he crossed his arms over his chest, a gleam of jewellery caught Y/N’s eyes. His rings she gave him. Was he wearing them because he longed to be connected to her again? Because he missed her? Or was it to wear them as he continued to bury her? Another nail in the coffin of their once-strong sibling bond. 
  “If I’m dead to you, why are you here at a celebration of what is to come in my life, Draco?” She questioned. Was it a ploy to dig the dagger in further? To dangle the memory of the good times in front of her before ripping them away again - reopening the wound? 
  “I just came to say congratulations.” Draco looked down his nose at her. It took everything within her and she still failed to take the high road. 
  “I am sure you mean it, just as much as when you said that you loved me,” She quipped. He told her repeatedly that he loved her, that she was his favourite. That she was so strong and that he looked up to her. “Just know, Draco, that I know I linger in the back of your mind, haunting you. Taunting you. Eating away at your soul because as much as you try to hurt me, I am sure you still miss me in your bones. You can aim for my heart with your attacks, you can go for my blood - for my head, but I know you hear my voice on repeat when you’re lying awake at night, like a stolen lullaby. I haunt you, but I never wanted to-” She paused. “Remember that.” She couldn’t go with grace, she needed to hurt him. To plant herself in his mind, engraving herself in his mind. He was aiming for her heart and seeking out her blood and so was she. 
  Releasing Neville’s hand as she maintained eye contact with her fuming brother, she nudged Hermione. “Where are you going?” Neville asked her, brown eyes clouded with concern, his eyebrows furrowed. 
  “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” She informed him, breaking her eye contact, to look back at him, reassuring him that she was fine. Their eyes meeting, the world slowed, but also seemed to speed up its turning. The same sensation that happened to her in the corridor, but a completely different feeling attached to it. She barely recognized the sound of Draco striding back out of the pub. 
  “I’m fine, Love,” She reassured him. “I just need to clear my head.”
  “I’m sorry for all of this, Y/N.” Neville called out to her, guilt sitting in his throat and oozing out with his words. 
  The second she stepped out the back door of The Three Broomsticks, the rain pelted her, soaking her clothes in the spring rain. She didn’t care about the way her clothes and hair stuck to her skin, or the chill the cold rain brought or the feeling of the breeze hitting her body full force. She just continued to walk a distance. The wind and the sound of the rain hitting everything around her drowned out any noise. 
  “Godric, why you? Why did I need to lose you,” She sobbed, tears mixing with the rain hitting her face. Her voice strained as she screamed at the grey sky. “Why did I have to fail you? What did I do to deserve this hell? Not even on my worst days, did I do anything to merit this hell! Never did Neville deserve to feel guilty for this!” She screamed as if she were talking to Draco, knowing that he would most likely never talk to her again after this day. 
  As much as it pained her, she knew she wouldn’t have it in herself to allow him to get away with hurting her. She couldn’t live with herself if she went with grace. She needed to have that in Draco’s head. She needed to sink her parent’s secret weapon against her. She needed to allow herself the chance to haunt them. All of them. But what did it cost her? It cost her ever going home. 
  Suddenly, she felt the familiar sweater-clad arms wrap around her, slowly guiding her down as her knees gave out. Her sobs were drowned out by the sound of the rain as he held her, slowly rocking her back and forth as they sat in the mud and allowed the rain to wash over them. “It’s not your fault, Neville.” She sobbed, wanting him to stop feeling guilty. She might have lost one home, but she now has the best and most loving home in Neville’s arms.
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!      
a/n: (Let me know if you want a separate post for a character - I’ll go into more depth). Also this is one of my favourite posts, it’s so wholesome
Inspired by @angelltheninth. Thank you for always writing such amazing posts!
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A glimpse into your life with your HP s/o. 
𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚  
・Constantly forgets where she puts things
    “It’s the nargles...” Luna mutters, looking underneath the couch pillows for her necklace.
“It’s not the nargles,” you reply, shaking your head.  
・Always makes you late because she forgets her wand or bag 
・So you create a space where she is allowed to dump her things. It actually made it a lot easier. You’ve dubbed it ‘Luna’s Space’ 
・Even though she can ‘Accio’ her things, she actually needs her wand to do that, and she also forgets her wand. 
・Yes, there are a lot of animals in and around your household
・Luna cannot help but attract them
・And they’re usually a mix of muggle animals as well as magical animals 
・Bowtruckles that like to hide in your jacket pockets, jackalope’s that like to sneak inside and fall asleep in front of the fire, a kneazle who actually bonded with you and rarely leaves your side (gets upset when you have to leave her at home)
・You cook as Luna is ghastly at making food 
・But she tidies up and makes sure the fire is always burning (for some reason she’s always cold)
・Nights snuggling on the couch, sharing a big fuzzy blanket and staring into the flames,, or reading a book
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝
・Is very messy. He leaves his clothes scattered around the place. You’ve told him that if he continues to do it then you’ll shrink his clothes. 
・He respected the threat, and his clothes now live in their proper places
・Is a bit of a wiz in the kitchen - 
・Until you realised that he was just enchanting everything to cook themselves 
・Is quite social so there’s usually someone coming around each week (either George or Lee Jordan)
・A lot of testers for the joke shop are done at home, so if something blows up then...Fred is in big f*cking trouble
・He actually journals a LOT
・And has some really interesting ideas
・Wants to travel with you, to experience different cultures
・Ultimately he wants to learn about different forms of magic so he can incorporate it into his life and work
・You do visit Molly a lot, and sit down with her, Ginny and Hermione to discuss life
・Arthur becomes a great confidant as well. He has some great knowledge, espcially about his son
・Fred has extravagant gifts for you. They may not be expensive since he’s saving money, but he does want to make you feel special
・In terms of pets, Fred wants ones that can be useful. But sometimes you get lonely when you come home from work and he’s still at the shop 
・So you’re still deciding on what you want to get...
𝐂𝐡𝐨  
・Wanted to be the sole person in charge of decorating 
・An apartment not too far from the heart of London
・Everything in your house is a light blue with hints of silver and a dash of purple
・Took a lot of inspiration from the beauxbatons, their uniform as well as their overall aesthetic with a hint of Ravenclaw
・Everything is very orderly and she likes things in their proper places 
・For pets you both have your Hogwarts animal - hers is an owl, and you also surprised her with a completely white ragdoll kitten on her first anniversary together (she absolutely loved it)
・Cho loves to sit down with you and talk about each other’s day. What went on and such
・She’s a very touchy person so she loves when you hold her hand and cup her cheek
・She’s also in touch with her emotions and is usually the first to cry in sad situations
・Has a certain routine for her hair, and it actually does work because it is ALWAYS SHINY
・Likes board games as well
・Has a family game night with her side of the family once every two weeks
𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞
・Is surprisingly clean - 
・Always picks up after himself and does a bit of spring cleaning here and there
・He picked it up from his mother; someone had to. And he was used to being the clean twin. The one who cleaned up after Fred 
・His favourite meal is a full baked roast dinner. With Yorkshire puddings and loads of gravy. 
・Once a week you visit the Burrow for dinner. And Molly fusses over you two, saying that you need to eat more. You always leave with a whole sack full of random items for the house. Old lamps, rolls of toilet paper, once she gave you a side table
・Fred is a constant visitor at your and George’s place. He’s almost living there himself
・There’s even been a few times where he’s gotten you groceries 
・George is terrible at saying no to you, so whatever you want, you always get
・Your home is practically the Burrow - you liked the feel of George’s home so much that you did your best to recreate it but add a bit of you in as well
・George absolutely loves living with you. His heart is always full.
・Sometimes he’ll come home and Fred will be in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry while you’re on the lounge reading, drawing or listening to music 
・It’s a quiet life but George loves it. It’s a reprieve from the shop with Fred, which is always loud and chaotic
・You do visit him and he always has a beaming smile on his face when he sees you
・At home there’s a room full of packages for the joke shop. Some simply toys, others potions and oils. Do you test them out? Sure do - George is happy for you to do so 
𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲
・Grew up with everything handed to her on a silver platter
・Once she changed her view on muggles, her family basically threw her out 
・Taking pity on her, and thinking the world can be better, you created a friendship. Friendship grew to relationship and that grew to love. 
・So, instead of being merely roommates, you were now a couple
・She’s not the easiest person to get along with. But once you both found your flow, then you were both settled. 
・Pansy forced her femininity in school, but she found that she actually preferred to take on the ‘masculine roles. 
・Can’t lie magic is still a big help though, and Pansy would be absolutely lost if she was in the muggle world 
・Your friends are now her friends. It took a lot of time for them to get around the idea, especially Ginny, but turns out they bonded really deeply
・When Ginny invited the both of you to the Burrow one day Pansy cried that very night
・She had never seen a family like this
・There was so much love. And Mrs Weasley was so attentive.
・One of the things that Pansy loved the most was when Mrs Weasley called her “dear”
・And you nearly cried because it’s such a little thing and Pansy never got to experience that
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲  
・He wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this
・Because Harry grew up in the muggle world, as did you, so you were both excited to find the charms that would make domestic life easier 
・Like in the Burrow, where Mrs Weasley had the chores done by magic 
・So you and Harry went to Hermione to find the charms (for some reason Flitwick hadn’t taught that)
・The first time you used it, you and Harry jumped up in the air and wooped. You high fived and kept doing it on different items
・It’s one of your favourite memories 
・Headmaster McGonnagall comes to dinner every second Tuesday - she wanted it to be weekly but she was just too busy. 
・She comes in her robes and is tight lipped when she first enters your home. But after she sits down, her demeanour changes. 
・Minerva knows what she can and can’t say, but when she’s had a few wines she becomes loose-lipped 
・Once she turned into her animagus and fell asleep on your lap, purring loudly
・Sometimes you have to leave the room because her and Harry have very intense conversations; you just want to give him privacy - he never wants you to leave. But you’re usually make ten minutes later with three steaming cups of tea 
・You have framed pictures of Dumbledore, Hagrid and Snape hanging on the hallway walls
・His parents are in the centre on the fireplace mantelpiece 
・The first night you slept in your own home, Harry cried. When you asked why, he told you a story about the Dursleys
・And then you started crying as well
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞  
・Busy lifestyle. She always has something to do, so you both split the chores 50/50 as you both work
・Things always have their place. And when they aren’t in their place Hermione does her best not to lose it
・And the house is always clean (she knows all the charms)
・The kitchen cleans itself, the bed is always made, shoes are at the front door etc
・They’re charms that are a few steps ahead of what Mrs Weasley uses (Hermione learnt them while reading of course). Once she tried to tell Mrs Weasley about them and the red-headed woman practically walked away (she thinks her way is best). 
・You’ve asked Hermione to teach you everything she knows, that’s why your relationship works. You love her intelligence and knowledge. 
・She isn’t that big on pets though, and has a 5 year plan
    “I’m sorry Y/n, but having a pet wasn’t a part of our plan.” 
“Hermione please, look at him!” 
・She absolutely crumbled when you did the puppy dog eyes while holding the puppy against your face
    “...okay fine, but I’m not picking up any poo.” (She most certainly did.)
・So you have beagle called Finley. And Hermione pretended to be indifferent with him for about a week, and then she fell in love
・Finley goes everywhere with you two, and Hermione’s parents are shocked when the three of you turn up to dinner
   “Umm, sweetheart why-”
“This is Finley, mum and dad, please treat him with respect.”
𝐑𝐨𝐧  
・He had no idea where to start when you first moved in together. He was an absolute mess
   “I just don’t know what you mean by decorating! This is too stressful-”
・Has Harry around a lot. Or at least, asks him to come around a lot
・You guys go to the Burrow at least once a week for a family dinner - everyone is there, and when someone can’t attend, Mrs Weasley is nearly on the brink of tears
・After Ron gets used to the idea of living in his own place, with you. He starts to settle. He finds his routine. 
・He’s usually the last one to wake up and the last to go to bed.
・Absolutely adores sweets, and keeps a whole drawer full next to his bed. In the middle of the night you’ll hear a rustle and it’s Ron opening a chocolate frog
  “Aw, Dumbledore again-”
・Sends howlers to Fred and George, specifically to their shop so they’ll open them in the middle of the store
・You told Ron it was a terrible idea because they hit back 5x harder
・Harry tells Ron about television and Ron absolutely loses it, goes out and buys one the next day 
・His favourite programmes are the Vicar of Dibley and Absolutely Fabulous (although pretends to hate it - turns it off whenever you come into the room), 
𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲  
・So excited to move in together!!!
・Her parents are extra pushy because she’s their little girl. But they know you’ll look after her (which is true, but Ginny is the one who wears the pants in this relationship) 
・A lot of Quidditch posters and books
・You have to tell her not to ride her broom in the house 
・Wants to adopt ALL THE DOGS
・She’s at Quidditch practice a lot, so you usually get the things you need to get done in that time so when she comes back you can spend time together
・Ginny is always bringing you back flowers. And they’re huge bouquets. They’re different every time 
・Likes to surprise you with her cooking skills because Mrs Weasley is a bit traditional that way (she didn’t teach her sons how to cook)
・Actually doesn’t cry that often and has her sh*t together most of the time 
・Or she seems like she has her shit together most of the time
・Very good at remembering appointments and the like
・Didn’t care much about decorating the place, but did want it to be cosy like the Burrow
・Has little knick knacks on the kitchen window sill
・And wears gloves while she does the dishes 
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞  
・I think it’s pretty obvious, but Neville’s home would be COVERED with plants. Vines growing on poles, flowers blooming across window sills, 
・He waters, feeds and tends to them everyday. Not missing a single one. 
・Neville is awake at about 5:30am to do all of it
・Because by that time it’s nearly 7:45 and he has to get ready for work
・Never leaves to go anywhere without giving you a kiss
・Feeds the birds but doesn’t realise that that means a whole flock will came back next time
・You go to see his parents with him at St. Mungos hospital
・And you hold him as he cries in your arms afterwards
・Has nightmares about his parents and it wakes you up in the middle of night
・You met his grandmother and although you have to give her credit for raising Neville, she was quite horrible to him. 
・You’ve told Neville that you will have a go at her if she says one bad thing about him (that includes passive aggressiveness, alluding to him, or anything that could be seen as an insult)
・He loves you for it
・But still has a soft place in his heart for the woman that raised him
𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨  
・After the Battle of Hogwarts Draco’s perspective of the world changed
・He saw horrors as well as allowed horrors to happen. He felt immense guilt. 
・And his relationship with his father was practically ruined 
・His mother was the only parent he saw. But she still had the outlook that purebloods were the only people worthy of respect
・Draco knew he had to make amends. His conscience was heavy. 
・So he went back to Hogwarts and asked the Headmistress McGonaggal how to make up for his wrong doings. 
・That’s how you and Draco got together
・After some time, when your relationship was established, he moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and in with you
・It was a difficult transition, especially the fact that there was no one to wait on him hand and foot
・You taught him how to cook - or at least the charms on how to do so 
・At first it was goddamn hard, but he endured
・And the look on your face when he got it right ... god ... he needed to impress you again and again. Just to see that look. 
・Turns out he’s actually he very good cook. Not that great at cleaning up after himself, but luckily you live in a world of magic 
・You even let him decorate wherever he wished
・He chose quite gothic dark academia style 
・Rich colours; deep emerald, dark blue, burgundy, maroon
・His mother was still giving him money though-
・And you said that he should invite her over
・That first dinner was especially difficult. The look on her face when she walked in ... you could read exactly what she was thinking ‘small, ... poor, why would he give up living with me for this.’
・But the love for her son outweighed the prejudice in her heart
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