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pogueswrld · 9 months

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*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

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aidulusion · 6 months

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GNOME ATTACK

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

word count : 1k

summary : it's your first day at the burrow, and you need to clear out gnomes from the garden with your friends.

proofread? : yes.

creds to plutism for the divider!

You had befriended two mischief makers during your life at Hogwarts—Fred and George. The first time you met them was when they fed a first year some candy which resulted in the poor kid to start vomiting out the dinner he had.

You thought about that incident up till today, even while writing a letter to the better looking twin, that is, George.

He had invited you to stay over at his house for the summer, and you were more than happy to spend some more time with your best friends. It took a lot of begging for your parents to finally allow you to do the same, but you succeeded in the end.

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It was the day you were going to leave for the burrow, your father didn’t let you use floo powder and put the responsibility of dropping you upon himself.

You packed all your bags, finally got your owl to get in his cage, and went downstairs to chug two slices of bread down your throat because you were way too impatient to see your friends once again.

Your father was waiting outside, you said your goodbyes to your mother and exited your house, a bright smile on your face.

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“If you need anything, just send me an owl.” your dad smiled. The both of you were standing in front of the burrow, all your luggage in your hands.

You nodded, and hugged him before knocking on the door, your dad had left by now.

As soon as the doors opened, you were greeted with the warmest hug ever, which was given by Fred and George’s mother—Molly.

“Hello dear! (Y/N), am I right? Fred and George talk about you all the time!” She exclaimed gleefully, you were completely heartwarmed by how nice their mother was to you.

She guided you inside, the burrow was small, yet it was all warm and cozy inside. You saw many familiar faces, and it turned out Harry and Hermione were there too.

After settling down, you sat down on a couch, talking to Ginny. It didn’t take long for the both of you to start hearing a strange rustling sound, turns out it were just your two friends making their way downstairs.

“(Y/N)! Can’t believe you actually came!” One said loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.

“—We really missed you!” The other one added.

You smiled as they embraced you in a warm hug, you were just as happy to see them as they were to see you.

Ginny interrupted the moment, sighing softly.

“Sorry to interrupt the moment, but mom told you both to clear out the gnomes in the garden.”

She sighed again, looking at the twins. Both of them groaned in annoyance, George looked at you, before looking back at Ginny.

“Can’t we do it later? (Y/N) just came!” George pouted, hoping Ginny will make up some reason to cover up for him and his brother.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t like it if mom gave you chores the moment Harry came, eh?” Fred added, snickering to himself.

“Shut up, Fred!” Ginny shouted at him.

You just watched the whole scene unfold, looking at the twins then back at Ginny as they bickered endlessly.

“How about I help you both clear out the gnomes? It’d still be the same as spending time together.” You questioned them both, a soft smile plastered on your face.

“That’s a great idea!” Ginny smiled at me, before looking back at the two gingers. Their faces were brightening up as well, before they grabbed you and dragged you out of the house and to the garden.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this, gnomes don’t usually find their way in my garden..” You mumbled, quite embarrassed by yourself.

“It’s fine, love! You just need to toss them far enough to not come back.” George explained, while Fred quickly got to work.

When you finally understood what to do, you went for your first gnome. You pulled it by the hand and threw it quite far away. Both of them watched in awe as the gnome flew to a nearby hill, looking back at you once a loud thud was heard from the same.

“What a fast learner!” Both of them sneered at the same time. Those words just boosted your ego even more, you grabbed another gnome and threw it as far as you could..

It was easier than you thought, there were only a few more gnomes left and you could go back and have fun with the rest of the Weasley family, not that you weren’t enjoying this.

Unfortunately, the last gnome which you grabbed was rather a feral one. It freed itself from your grasp and found itself on your face.

The twins immediately started laughing as the gnome rapidly smacked your face. You were struggling to get it off, but the grip it had on your ears was intense. All you could do was punch the gnome back, as your two friends continued to laugh their brains out, you fell on your back while punching the gnome uncontrollably.

While Fred still continued to snicker, George finally helped you out. Removing the gnome carefully so it didn’t rip your ears out, he tried to control his laugh when he saw your reddened face from all the fighting.

“There there, sweetheart. The immense battle is over now.” He cooed, caressing your cheek which was slightly bruised from the gnome's sharp teeth. You slapped his hand away playfully as you stood up on your own. Groaning slightly as you touched your left cheek.

“Don’t call me sweetheart when all you do is laugh when I’m getting attacked, even if it's a gnome!” You hissed, but there was still a hint of playfulness in your tone. He just started laughing again, causing you to turn your head and go back to the burrow.

What a great way to start your summer, you have a forever fear of gnomes now and you won’t go near an infested garden ever again.

exams coming up. a very very good luck to me and everyone else who have exams next week 😭

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zengle56 · 9 months

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Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Summary: George has been away for a week and is needy when he finally comes back

Warnings: Smut, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral m receiving, insemination? lmao

a/n: thank you so much to hahahafucku for my very first request, I hope this is somewhat what you wanted. this isn't proofread so ignore if there are any misspelled words. i hope you enjoy!

The day with your boyfriend had started out just like any other. You sluggishly trudged to Potions with that cruel Snape first thing in the morning. You particularly hated the class due to being sat next to McLaggen and his nonstop talk about Quidditch which effectively lost you 5 house points every single class with his non-stop chatter. Then, to Transfiguration 2 with McGonagall, not being your worst time of day, having your boyfriend's twin to keep you entertained but not your favorite. Then finally DADA with Mad-Eye, your last dreadful class before lunch.

After a long work-filled lesson about how to kill wizards and witches alike with 5 different types of poisons that will give you a variety of horrid blemishes and boils covering your entire body - you waited patiently outside the class for George to come pick you up. Today you were particularly excited to see him due to the fact that he had been away with his family for about a week, his aunt Pennywhist had passed and his mother insisted on all of her children being there to attend the funeral and grieve. The only peculiar thing was that George said he had never even met his late aunt and noted that he would probably fall asleep during her service.

You wrung your hands together, peeking at your watch as you waited for him, growing more impatient by the minute.

“Oh come on, where is that boy?” You asked yourself, sighing feeling forgotten.

“You mean this boy?” A voice from behind asked as you felt the warm pressure of a hand being pressed against the small of your back. Instant butterflies filled your stomach as his deep voice rang in your ears. Without another word or hesitation you turned around to hug him. Your arms stretched around his thin middle and you squeezed harder than you ever have.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again, I don’t think we can be apart for that long.” You complained, your face against his white dress shirt missing the required house tie around his neck. He chuckled, his chest effectively bouncing you around as he did so.

“I don’t think so either love, I missed you too much, besides, it was far too boring without my little troublemaker.” You rolled your eyes pulling back from his chest and smirked at his untrue words.

“No I think you have it twisted, you’re the troublemaker and I’m an angel.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Well there's no doubt about you being an angel.” He smiles softly. The DADA door swung open causing you both to jump, you unintentionally slamming into his body causing a burn to fall over both of your cheeks. He groaned a bit and you had no idea why, guessing that maybe you stepped onto his toe.

“Well get on, it’s time to get to lunch if you want to eat.” A large Mad-Eye grumbled, his large cane slamming into the ground with each step he took.

You both silently took that as a cue to get on walking to the Great Hall for a long awaited lunch together. You had so many butterflies you nibbled your sandwich, afraid of not being able to stomach big bites. George constantly kept a long arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him just enough to be close together but not too tightly as to restrict either of you from eating. You both are in comfortable silence, well silence between the two of you. The Great Hall rang with voices of students of all ages but your main focus was on the bickering Hermione and Ron in front of you.

“Ronald, you can’t just keep relying on me for the answers in Divination!” She slammed her cup harshly, clearly fed up with his cheating ways.

“But Mione, think about it this way, if you help me with the work, we’ll be able to graduate together and stay together.” Ron argued. The couple surprisingly never argued as much as they had while they were still only friends but when they did it got unnecessarily heated at times.

“Shall we go, my love?” A low voice whispered in your ear, once again instantly filling your tummy with butterflies. Nodding, you grabbed your bag, swung it around your neck, waited for George to do the same, and made your exit from the noisy room hand in hand.

George led you into his empty dorm, it looked just as it did as the time you’d been in before just a few weeks ago. The air wasn’t stale as you had feared but comfortable, lived in. It made you feel as you did at the burrow, at home.

“Oh! Before I forget, mum had given me a gift to give to you, it’s from her and dad.” He said, letting go of your hand and kneeling down to scrimmage through his trunk. Walking over to sit on the edge of his bed, your hand smoothing out the quilt Molly had made for his Christmas one year, you heard an audible ‘Aha’! And smiled while turning to look at George holding a small light blue box.

“For my love.” He presented the box as if you were a queen, bowing down his head with his arms outstretched humorously. Delicately taking it from his hands, you set it down in your lap and opened the top, revealing four strawberries covered in a lilac purple chocolate, probably bewitched not to melt, an educated guess due to them being buried in the bottom of George’s trunk.

“They’re beautiful.” You smiled, appreciating the gift.

“Mum made them for the service but later made an extra batch just for you.” He replied, getting off the floor and sitting next to you. The close proximity and the alone environment instantly gave you butterflies again but not just in your tummy, in between your thighs as well. Being apart from him certainly didn’t help the circumstances but they did give you power, in fact, they gave you an idea.

Slowly reaching into the box, you grabbed one of the strawberries in your fingertips and stared directly at it, taking your time licking your lips before bringing it to your mouth, purposefully smearing some of the melted purple goo on your lips before taking a bite. You chewed with purpose and stuck your tongue out slightly to lick the chocolate from your lips. You could see George intently watching you from the corner of your eye, a tent forming in his pants no doubt.

“Mmm it’s so good.” You practically moaned. “Want some?” you offered, finally making eye-contact with your love who was falling apart at the sight of you. He nodded vigorously before you put one of your hands on his thigh, an instant jump coming from your boyfriend. Your eyebrow instantly cocked, surprised at the sensitivity of your touch. “Sensitive?” You asked, watching as goosebumps raised upon his neck and into his shoulder line beneath his shirt.

“It was so hard being away from you.” He mumbled as you bit into half of a strawberry, holding the sweet chocolate covered fruit between your teeth. Leaning forward with intention, he touched his lips to yours, biting into the strawberry and pulling back, chewing as the sweetness of the purple chocolate melted over his warm tongue.

“What’s been so hard?’ you questioned with a smirk, ‘this?” Your hand moved to the growing tent between his legs and immediately a quiet accidental whimper fell from his lips.

You smiled mischievously, knowing full well of the power you hold over him. As much as you wanted to resist, you were just as touch starved as George and you needed to feel the relief of an amazing orgasm you knew he’d be able to provide you. Unable to hold back any longer, you fell to your knees off of the bed and unbuckled his belt, rushing to unzip his zipper and pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

His hard cock sprang against his stomach, his tip angry and red and already leaking precum. Licking your lips, you grabbed the base and smacked his tip against your lips a few times, strings of the sticky precum trailing from his tip. His body shuttered, eyes rolled to the back of his head while one of his hands shot to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair actively pushing your head up and down. You hid your teeth so as not to scratch him, opening your throat to the best of your abilities while he forced you down. You gagged a few times, needing to pull off for a second or two before resuming again, getting seemingly deeper and deeper each time. As the minutes passed, your face was coated with your slobber and his precum, lubing him effectively before you decided enough was enough and you needed him, badly.

“On your back pretty boy,” you say as you push his chest down before stripping off your clothes that seemed way too constricting. Leaving your soaked panties for last, you threw them in his face, him grabbing them with his teeth in turn. He groaned at the taste of your wetness soaking his tongue and his cock perked up as he tasted.

Crawling up his body he reached up to grab your breast that hung in front of his face and feeling generous, you didn’t stop him or make him ask as you usually would. He pinched and pulled your tender nipples causing moans to spill from your puffy lips - they had swelled while sucking your boyfriend's soul from his cock.

“Want you on my cock” he whimpered, carelessly throwing his head back and blinking his eyes rapidly. You flushed at his words but tried your very best to show nothing but confidence and dominance.

“You want me to slam my wet pussy down on your cock?”

“Mmm” was all he could muster out before you complied to his request and sunk your hips down onto his and felt his well-endowed cock fill your hole until it hit your cervix. It painfully stung but you continued on, lowering until you were fully sitting on his erect dick. Using all of your leg strength, you slowly began bouncing yourself up and down, feeling every inch of him filling you with expertise. His hands still pinching your nipples, you felt both of your breaths speeding up, hinting that you were both close to your climaxes.

“Oh fuck Georgie, fill me up.” You moaned and he lowered his hands down to your hips holding them in place while his hips quickly fucked into you, quickly switching your dominance to himself. As he fucked, your skin slapped together, the sound filling the room as well as the bed squeaking.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me Georgie, cum inside my little pussy” you practically scream as he gives a few more fast pumps before cumming deep inside of you, soaking the outside of your cervix with his white sticky ropes. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides made your hand that had moved to your clit move that much faster, inducing your very own orgasm that you had been longing for. As you both caught your breath, you lifted yourself off of his now limp cock that fell shriveled against his pelvic bone while you laid beside him.

“I didn’t realize how starved you really were.” You sighed as you finally caught your breath, an irremovable grin caught on your lips.

“What can I say, I can’t go that long without my angel.” He charmed you with his words and grabbed your face to bring you in for a kiss.

“But no really, don’t ever be gone for that long again.” You say as you grabbed his face pulling away from his intense kiss.

“Ha, I wasn’t planning on it.” He assured, running his hand down your stomach. “Anyways, round two?”

#george weasley x reader #weasley twins #smut #harry potter #x reader

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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Ok I need warm hugs in front of fireplace, on the morning of christmas eve

with big molly sweaters and just our man wanting to be held like a sticky puppy

with fred weasley

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Christmas Eve Morning

Fred had been sooo clingy all morning.

Following you around everywhere like a little lost puppy.

"C'mon baby," he begged. "Let’s go cuddle by the fire."

You really wanted to, but there was so much to do.

"Freddie, love, I need to help your mom in the kitchen."

"She's got Ginny and Hermione to help," he whined. "Come cuddle with me. Pleeease."

You couldn't resist his adorable, pouty face.

And he knew it.

"Ok," you said. "But only for a little while. I really should be helping Molly finish up the baking."

Fred grinned wide and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the living room.

He had hot cocoa, cookies, and two of Molly's warm, cozy sweaters waiting for the both of you.

After helping you into your sweater, he pulled you down into his arms.

"Much better," he mummered against your cheek.

You couldn't imagine a better way to spend Christmas Eve morning than curled up by the fire with the love of your life as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and fed you chocolate chip cookies.

"You're so cuddly today," you commented, smiling.

Fred shrugged. "In a few hours, everything's gonna get crazy around here. I just wanted to have some time with you all to myself."

"You are too sweet for words, my love," you smiled.

"What about kisses?" Fred teased. "I'm not too sweet for those, am I?"

"Let’s try and see." You gave him a small kiss. "I don't know, Freddie, that was pretty sweet."

"Oh?" Fred grinned. "What about this?"

He kissed you again. "Still sweet?"

"Afraid so," you said with mock seriousness.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully. "I think we need a much bigger sample size."

Then he kissed you again.

And again.

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @thatonepersonwhocantwrite @charmedfandomgal @loveosewood @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman

#fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #hp fandom #hp universe

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the-oblivious-writer · 1 year

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Wanna Be Yours |1|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter One: Pranks & Fifth Year

Notes: Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): None that I'm aware of

Prologue|Next Part

Y/n entered the train when a hand waved her over to a compartment. She entered the compartment where she saw familiar faces. Amelia and Leo were sitting across from each other, Y/n gave a quick 'hello' but then gave a confused expression.

"Where's Raine and Link?" she asked, Amelia rolled her eyes at the mention of the two. "Pranking the first years with Fred and George. Same as always."

Leo scooted closer to the window and left more room for Y/n to sit down. "Judging by the sudden silence, I'm assuming their plan is already in place." Y/n tilted her head back and sighed. "Merlins, do I even want to know what they have planned this time around?"

Leo chuckled slightly as he shook his head,"Why spoil it?" Just as those words left his mouth Lorraine, Fred and George came running in the compartment abruptly. They had their hands on their knees and were out of breath. "I'm assuming something went wrong" Y/n remarked.

Fred was peeking his head around every now and until finally shutting the door.

"Yeah..about that we uh kind of got the wrong compartment" Lorraine said as she took a seat, bunched up next to Y/n as Fred and George stood and avoided the window to the compartment door.

"Wait-" Amelia started looking around, "Where's Link?" Fred, George and Lorraine suddenly looked at each other and back at the girl.

"He kind of decided to take his own road but he's fi-" before George could finish his sentence the compartment door opened. The three pranksters jumped but soon relaxed when they saw that it was only Link. "Merlin's beard, you scared us," Fred said.

"Sorry bout' that mate just had to wait for the coast to be clear before showing my face" Link responded, still taking heavy breaths. "Whose compartment did you get instead?" Amelia asked curiously.

"Draco's who was with Blaise and Theo. We ran before they could even leave their seats" Fred said, slightly laughing as he recalled the memory. "You should have seen their faces when the stink bombs went off" the four started to laugh.

"I swear one of these days, you're gonna get yourselves killed" Leo said as he shook his head.

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They arrive at Hogwarts and separate when getting to the Great Hall to go to their house tables. Amelia and Y/n sat together at the Slytherin table, Link sat with the Hufflepuffs and Lorraine and Leo sat at the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore made the same speech he made every year. It was their fifth year, they had gotten used to the same boring words he fed them at the beginning of every year.

Eventually it was time to eat and the Great Hall grew with noise. Y/n sat and ate silently as Amelia spoke with another Slytherin. Y/n wasn't one for making conversation, half the time it felt forced. She kept a small friend group and that was it. Y/n was an anti-social butterfly as her friend called her.

Y/n poked around at her food but couldn't help but feel eyes on her. She looked up to see a Gryffindor girl staring at her, only for the girl to instantly avert her stare. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks from being stared at. The Slytherin stared back at her food as her mind kept trailing back to the girl.

Suddenly, Y/n felt a gentle nudge. "You alright?" Amelia asked the girl. Y/n only nodded and turned her head back at her food. Amelia looked at the girl skeptically but didn't want to push and left it at that.

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Amelia and Y/n made their way to the dungeons when Amelia spoke. "I know you're always spaced out and stuff but you seemed a bit more than usual. Everything okay?"

Y/n thought for a moment. "Yeah it's just..there was this girl who I caught staring and it just caught me off guard I guess." Amelia gave a little smirk which confused Y/n. "What?"

"I think I might know who you're talking about," Amelia replied. "And how is that?" Y/n asked curiously. "Just have a feeling it's the same girl who I've caught staring at you before" Amelia answered as she still held a small smirk.

"And who might that be?" Y/n asked, heat rushing to her cheeks. "Just some girl whom you’ve never spoken to but I have a feeling this year will be different. Considering this is the first time your clueless ass has noticed" Amelia remarked.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the girl's last comment, "Enough playing blue's clues, I'm exhausted." The two girls entered the Slytherin common room and made their way to the dorms.

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed that first chapter! Exams are still going on but I'll try to work on a chapter whenever I can

Remember to stay hydrated folks, happy pride and good luck to anybody else who still has exams going on!

#hermione fic #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger #hermione x fem reader #hermione fanfiction #hermione x reader #hermione x you #hermione granger x reader #wanna be yours #emma watson x reader

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vivithefolle · 6 months

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Was just scrolling through YouTube. found a poll asking “who would live the longest?” with the Golden Trio as options, so I looked in the comments and found this ^

Yes, because clearly the boy whose family had barely afforded to feed and dress him and lacked many aspects of a healthy childhood must be ridiculed for his “eating problem,” even when the topic has absolutely nothing to do with that. Ron bashers literally have to look for any way to shoehorn in their Ron hate into even the most random conversations. And I love how they mentioned “Harry works a very dangerous job while Ron eats like a pig” even though 1. Ron was an auror too 💀? 2. Wouldn’t “eating like a pig” because you understood being fed was a privilege actually help you with living longer?

Sorry to dump this in your inbox, I know you’d prefer not to see any Ron hate, but this random comment made me really moody lol

Yeah... no wonder.

Sigh. You know the worst part? Out of the Trio Ron's relationship with food is probably the healthiest. He knows the importance of a good meal and encourages his friends to eat. Hermione is often shown ditching basic self-care when she's really into her research, while Harry has been starved.

Ron's the only one of the three who knows the importance of taking care of himself... and he's mocked for it because the movies couldn't be bothered to come up with more intelligent material (as in, actually showing Ron's sense of humour rather than having him be a clown).

So, to anyone who's still browsing this blog and still cares, let it be known Ron-bashing is still alive and well, so keep correcting the misconceptions and addressing them. Maybe one day we'll finally get it through this fandom's thick skull that liking to eat isn't a sign of being an evil materialistic pig.

#ron weasley #harry potter #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley defence squad #hermione granger #hp meta #food #hp movies fail

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ advanced (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; when all of your friends left you for changing, Hermione was the only one that stayed.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.6k

notes; READER IS RAVENCLAW.

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It didn’t take you very long to discover that the professors of Hogwarts don’t actually care about the academics of their students. If they did, then they’d offer more challenging material for those who need it more than others. Like you, for example.

There have been countless times where you’ve asked for harder assignments because what they were giving you was entirely too easy. You’d blow through their work in fifteen minutes, and then they’d expect you to make yourself busy until the end of class, as if that made any sense.

They didn’t want to give you harder work, because that meant they’d have to create a whole new curriculum for you, basically. They wanted you to continue to follow along with their lessons and do well in class. Harder work meant potential failing grades, and they weren’t going to take the chance.

So, you moved onto seeing if you could work ahead of your class. However, that only worked for so long. The only teacher that even entertained the idea was Snape, surprisingly, and that was mostly because he wanted to see how much you could do before you gave up.

You liked it, because that meant you’d have to read the potions book for once instead of skimming over it. You stayed up for countless nights finishing papers, excited that you finally had something to do.

He got tired of watching you turn in work weeks in advance, because that meant you weren’t paying attention in class. Which isn’t entirely true, because you often found more helpful information in the class, and you were able to correct your mistakes—what little you had. Besides, you think he was fed up that you didn’t tap out.

It brought on a brief phase of doing other students’ work, especially the older students, until you got in trouble for that. It was fair, you couldn’t really complain about it because it made sense.

The very last effort you made was taking the issue up with Dumbledore, in hopes that he’d side with you and possibly talk to the teachers about giving you more nutritional work than what they had to offer. Instead, you were shut down and told that everything is taught at a pace for a reason.

Since, you’ve decided that you don’t really care about showing up to class anymore. If they’re not going to try and help you, after you’ve asked them several times, then you’re not going to humor them. What’s the worst they’ll do? Give you detention?

Well, they have. Each time you go, it’s the same bullshit about finishing your work, and then you can go. And each time, you finish the paper in ten minutes and slap it on the Professor’s desk on the way out. They don’t even bother to stop you anymore, because they know the work is actually done.

What a shame, really. You’ve spent a lot of time lately, thinking about what other students they’re letting down by going about it this way. In muggle schools, they have advanced classes for students who are ahead. You can’t understand why they don’t do the same here.

They’re all about bright witches and wizards, until they have one right in front of them. Of course, maybe it’s because of the house you’re in. It’s expected of ravenclaws to go above and beyond in their work. Maybe there have been hundreds of other girls and boys like you, looking for more and then repeatedly being let down.

You would transfer, if you could.

“I was thinking we could go to the Three Broomsticks tonight.” Hermione bounces, looking between you and her two other friends.

Hermione’s the only real friend that you’ve managed to keep this year. The other friendships that you’ve taken years to perfect have all vanished into thin air. It must have something to do with them being afraid that your troublesome behavior is contagious. At least, that’s what you like to think, because they all stopped coming around when you began to skip class.

You can’t explain just how weird it is to go from being the most popular student in ravenclaw, to being not talked about at all. They were proud to call you one of them because of your test scores and excellent behavior, but it took a sharp turn when you no longer followed the criteria of the house.

You thought that shit would only happen with the slytherin’s—you suppose betrayal can happen anywhere.

When it comes to Hermione, though, she can’t bring herself to care. She can see why you skip class to cause discussion with your Professors, but she always turns her nose up when you mention detention. It’s an idea that’s never crossed her mind once, and it didn’t cross yours for a while, either.

Besides, she’s friends with Ron and Harry, who are friends of yours by association. The two of them are always getting in trouble, whether they mean to or not. She had to let go of the fact that you had unintentionally turned into one of them, without ever meeting them before.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. You’ve had a few conversations with the two of them, none of them were meaningful enough to remember.

“Sounds good,” Harry says, “Are we going to be studying again…?”

Ron makes a noise, “Please, no.”

“Yes, we are. There’s going to be another round of tests. The Professors warned us about this last week. We need to be ready.” She says.

“Hermione, I think you and (Y/n) are the only ones that care.” Ron says.

“I don’t need to study.” You give him a look, “And you should care. If your grade drops any lower, I think they’re going to kick you off the quidditch team.”

“They won’t.” Harry says.

“I don’t care, anyway.” Ron rolls his eyes, “Let them try.”

Hermione places her hand on Ron’s shoulder, tilting her head, “I care.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, suppressing the urge to slap her hand off of him. Or better, get that look off of her face, “I can’t go.”

“Why?” She pulls her hand away, a frown appearing.

“I got detention.” You lie, crossing your arms and looking away.

“What? When? I thought you said you were going to stop skipping.” Hermione says.

“It was last week,” You say, “And I said I wouldn’t do it as often, not that I would stop altogether.”

You share a look with Hermione, and she doesn’t seem very happy. You’re not sure what she wants from you, exactly. You might be lying to her about having detention, but you did say that you would try. If you stop, then that gives them the impression that you’ve given up. And you’re not a quitter.

You wouldn’t mind going to the Three Broomsticks tonight, it’s just that you’re not really in the mood to watch her be all touchy with Ron for the rest of the night.

“Is something wrong?” She finally asks.

“Nope, I’m fine. I should go, I’m going to be late.” You stop walking, “I’ll see you guys later?”

“You can’t meet us there?” Harry asks.

“I’m making up a test. That’s why the detention was postponed for so long.” You shrug, “I’m going to head back to my dorm when I’m done.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” Ron waves, you lift your hand.

You turn around, heading the direction you came from. There’s no doubt that Hermione caught on to the lie towards the end. If it weren’t for you, she would be the top student in your grade. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone pick apart a sentence so thoroughly before.

You make it through two hallways before you hear your name being called. When you look over your shoulder, you’re met with Hermione. “You’re not actually heading to detention, are you?”

“I am.” You squint at her.

“Really? What class?”

“Snape’s.”

“Snape doesn’t have his detentions on Wednesday’s.”

“I have to make up a test. The deadline is soon.”

“He couldn’t have done it yesterday?”

“I don’t know, I don’t make the schedules, I just show up.”

“You wouldn’t mind me walking you there, then?”

Your eyebrows twitch. You should’ve known she’d do this.

“What’s the purpose of that?”

“To make sure you get there.”

You press your lips together, “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I don’t. Snape was very specific at the beginning of the year that he’d make no exceptions.”

“It’s not an exception if he organized it, right?”

“Let’s go.” She begins walking, and you walk behind her a few steps.

You shake your head, “What are Ron and Harry doing?”

“They’re going to meet me there.”

You sigh, “Why are you doing this?”

“To make sure you’re telling the truth.”

“Am I not trustworthy to you?” You ask her, “And even if I’m lying, don’t you think I’d be doing it for a reason?”

She scoffs, “Humor me by telling me what that reason might be.”

“Maybe the fact that I can’t stand to see you so touchy with Ron.” You spit, she keeps moving for a second, before she stops to look at you.

“Why would that matter to you?” She asks, “You’re lying to get away from me, so you can’t care that much.”

“Take a guess, Hermione.” You grit your teeth.

You watch her think over it, and slowly, you’re able to watch the color flood her cheeks at the realization. There’s only one reason that it would make sense for you to try and distance yourself from her, and it’s the same reaction that a lot of people would have if the person they liked didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh.” She murmurs, “Okay.”

You raise your eyebrows, “That’s it?”

“No, well, yes,” She smiles nervously, “You feel the same way that I do.”

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lostdrarryfics monthly roundup! May 2024

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of May. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what it was!

1. D ends up with H before the battle at hogwarts. I remember Narcissa being with them when they basically handed draco over. I think they stay at grimmauld place in the beginning but they get separated (I might be confusing it for another fic). The most important detail is that D and H end up in a cottage owned by narcissa and followed by Voldy’s henchmen but the deatheaters can’t see the cottage so D and H are safe. I might have gotten the timing wrong and it might have been set right after the battle of hogwarts (I’m still not sure on this sorry) There’s also no graphic sex from what i remember. Fic is not Warding Bonds by AdareThompson

2. Harry is a celebrity chef, and Draco tweets at him for dinner, and Harry said he'd save him a table. Draco shows up and they cook together as a sort of date. The one key thing I remember is that Harry had a past relationship with Justin Finch-Fletchley but Justin dumped him.

3. it was about Draco being an unspeakable and what comes to my mind is this specific scene about Draco with one of his teammates joking about his nickname (all of them has a star's name as code name), talking about the pole star, I think Draco was "Polaris" and she said he was "Vega", like the ancient polar star, I can't remember much more. Draco was happy that he isn't recognized as a death eater between his co-workers and they really appreciated him. Harry was an auror? And they had to work together? I'm not really sure

4. Harry is Draco’s secretary and Draco makes him wear a skirt to work and it’s one chapter and smutty. Top Draco.

5. post-war drrary fic where Harry and Draco lived in the Malfoy Manor and they were in an established relationship. Then Draco's behaviour started to change, he became mean, and Harry gave him an ultimatum, promising he won't put a foot in the Manor again if he leaves. Then Harry leaves and I think Draco was about to get married. But then Narcissa comes to Harry and explains that Lucius has put a curse on Draco to break their relationship. I specifically remember that she told Harry that Draco was musing how to apologise to him. Harry then came back to the Manor. I think it was on ao3 but I'm not sure

6. I am looking for a Hogwarts era fic. It's after the war. Harry is fed up with being treated like a hero so he enters into a friends with benefits arrangement with Draco. They are sneaking away to hook up and have a lot of hate sex and bond over their taste in music. I specifically remember them having sex to Kashmir by Led Zeppelin and Deftones. Towards the end they start to realize they have feelings for each other.

7. Hogwarts Eighth year, lupin(alive) is the dada teacher again, drarry are sort of in a relationship or at least there's something going on. The one scene I remember distinctly is they're chosen for a demonstration duel during dada and they take the bow and stance but then draco concedes in front of the whole class, which is kind of a big deal in magical duels-as hermione tells harry, and then lupin wants to talk to draco after class(?)

8. drarry multi-chapter fic i read on ao3 a bit ago. it was set around christmas/holidays, established relationship, harry has mental health problems and is distant so draco thinks he's cheating on him but he reveals that hes been going to a mind healer like secretly. also i think teddy is in it and they go ice skating with him? the fic is about like draco helping harry get his life back together and fixing their relationship.

9. it takes place in hogwarts and there’s a secret lgbtq club in the school. I think there were some side pairings too besides drarry.

10. I read this ages ago, dont remember what site but it was complete and mature content. title was like Griffendor <something>, Slythering <something> (i think) after school, harry is a pro quidditch player and draco is a magazine editor or something? One of them decides to write a book (draco?) and goes to the other for help with source material(?). We find out that they are divorced and have been court ordered to stay away from each other because of destructive fights. There was also some flashbacks where they like fed each other strawberries and one of them (harry?) told the other that the cost of the strawberry was marriage? And there was something about a pair of lockets they had from when they were married that they still wear but are hiding from each other?

11. i think it was a war au, draco was at grimmauld because reasons and he was helping the order with the potions, at one point he helps snape or remus because they were hurt? And he and harry had this thing or something, but he caught harry kissing one of the twins and he thought that harry wasn't interested, but he was just like practicing the kisses or something?

12. Looking for a fic I read some years ago in german, but I am pretty sure it was translated from english. It is about Draco helping Harry and his friends escape from Malfoy Manor in the seventh book and being captured by the Death Eaters. He gets thrown into a cell without any sensory stimulation, but gets rescued after the war. The fic deals with the consequences of that, I am not quite sure if he is at St. Mungos for some time, but he definitely gets close to Harry in his healing process. Sorry if this is too vague or if it turns out that the fic was originally in german.

#monthly roundup #lost fic #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic search #drarry squad

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trick or treat

(this is painfully American and no I'm not taking any criticism about that because frankly I don't care)

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“Daddy, when is Harry coming?”

Sirius glanced at the clock. “In one hour, bug.”

“How long is that?”

“That’s as long as one nap.”

Teddy pouted. “That’s a long time.”

Sirius grinned. “It’s not that long, I promise. Do you have your costume laid out?”

“Yes!”

“And you’ve got your bucket?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where are your shoes?”

Teddy pointed at the door, where he had carefully placed his shoes.

Sirius wiped his hands on a towel. “Do you want to go to the park while we wait?”

“Yeah!”

The least Sirius could do, he figured, was to try to run off some of Teddy’s energy before letting Harry take him for the night. He bundled Teddy into his coat and whistled for the dogs. They came running, and Sirius clipped on their leashes.

“I wanna walk Bowie!” Teddy demanded, and Sirius handed over the red leash. He had had several stern talks with the dogs as Padfoot when Teddy was a baby, telling them how fragile a human child could be and how they weren’t ever to jump on, pull, or knock Teddy over. The lectures were probably unnecessary, as all his dogs were intelligent and well-behaved, but it made him feel better about the whole thing. Bowie was larger than Teddy, but he walked calmly down the street, not even running after a squirrel when it darted in front of him.

They played for half an hour in the park before walking back. Well, Sirius and the dogs walked, while Teddy ran ahead of them. So much for burning off his energy.

Harry was already waiting for them at the house when they returned, and Teddy shouted in excitement.

“Harry!”

“Hi, Teds.” Harry dropped into a crouch as Teddy ran at him, catching the boy in a hug. “Are you ready to go?”

“No! I need my costume!”

“Let’s go put it on then, shall we?” Harry straightened. “Hi, Sirius.”

“Hi, love. Thanks for doing this.”

“It’s no problem.”

Teddy dragged Harry off to his room, chattering at him a mile a minute. Sirius’s heart swelled as he listened to his kids, to Harry’s questions and Teddy’s excited answers. He fed the dogs while Harry helped Teddy with his costume, and then finished cleaning up the kitchen from dinner.

The doorbell rang, and he went to answer it.

“‘Lo, you two,” he said, standing back to let Ron and Hermione in. “Teddy’s already got Harry captive.”

Feet pounded down the hallway, and Teddy ran into the room. Or, rather, a pteranodon with Teddy’s face ran into the room.

“Ron!” he cheered. “Hermy!”

“My goodness,” Hermione said, taking in the elaborate costume that Sirius had spent hours magicking into existence using some clothes Teddy had grown out of. “What kind of dinosaur are you?”

“Not a dinosaur,” Teddy said, sounding offended. “‘s a flying reptile, Hermy.”

“And what’s it called, Teds?” Sirius prompted.

“A ter-an-don.”

“Pteranodon,” Sirius said.

“That’s what I said!”

They went outside so Teddy could stretch out the wings of his costume and Sirius could take pictures.

“Alright, Tedster.” Sirius knelt in front of the little boy. “You have fun tonight, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good. Can I give you a hug?”

Teddy allowed a hug and a kiss, and then he ran to Harry, taking his hand and tugging him down the street.

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Sirius never visited James and Lily’s graves on Halloween.

He visited the cottage instead.

He knelt in the entryway where he had found James’s body. He climbed the stairs to the nursery where he had found Lily’s, where he had scooped a bleeding and sobbing Harry from the wreckage of his crib. He sat in the kitchen, where he’d spent countless afternoons having Sunday lunch with his best friends. He lingered in the living room, where he’d played with Harry on hands and knees while James watched fondly from the sofa.

He wandered the cottage like a ghost, haunted by the lives that had never unfolded here, by all the futures they could have had.

After, he returned home, lit a fire in the fireplace, and sat on the sofa with a glass of wine. The dogs joined him--Bowie draped across his lap, Sasha and Zephyr curled up on either side. Demeter wandered out of Teddy’s room and leaped on the back of the sofa, purring as she rubbed her head against Sirius’s cheek. It was the only day of the year she ever paid him any attention.

By the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned with Teddy, Sirius had had a good cry, finished his wine, and made a batch of hot cocoa for everyone. Teddy was only wearing half his costume, and Harry carried the other half while Ron carried his candy bucket.

“Daddy, look what I got!” Teddy exclaimed, running up to Sirius. Sirius hoisted him onto his hip and inspected the bucket.

“Very nice, Teddy,” he said. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I wanna go again.”

“Next year, bug.” Sirius kissed his cheek and set him down again. "Let's get you some hot cocoa, you're freezing."

The kids then settled on the floor in the living room in a circle, Teddy on Harry’s lap.

“Okay, Teds, let’s see what you got.”

Teddy upended the bucket on the floor, and sweets scattered everywhere. The dogs all lifted their heads, eyeing the sweets curiously. Sirius flicked his wand, and the candy all gathered in a neat pile.

“Three pieces only tonight, Teddy,” Sirius said.

“Five?”

“Three.”

“Four?”

Sirius dragged a hand down his face, trying to suppress a laugh. “Teddy.”

“We can choose three,” Harry said. “Come on, Teds, we’ll help you pick out your three favorites. Then we’ll put the rest away for other special occasions. You remember how sick you got last year? That wasn’t any fun, was it?”

“No,” Teddy said sullenly. He heaved a great sigh. “Fine.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent the next half hour sorting through Teddy’s candy with him, separating out the toys and trinkets that some houses had handed out instead, and discarding the candy Teddy wouldn’t eat. Sirius retreated to his study but left the door open, warmed by the joy emanating from the other room.

“Teddy, where did you get all this licorice?” Ron asked at one point, laughing. “You hate licorice. Here, we’ll throw them out--”

“No, Ron! Those are for Daddy.”

“Sirius does like licorice,” Hermione said, and Sirius could hear the shrug in her voice.

“Yeah, an’ Daddy’s sad. So he gets licorice.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Harry said, “You think Daddy’s sad?”

“Yeah, Halloween makes ‘im sad,” Teddy said. He lowered his voice and added, “I think it’s ‘cause he’s scared of the costumes.”

“Maybe you’re right, Teds. Why don’t you go give him his candy to make him feel better?”

“Okay!” Teddy scampered into the study, holding a handful of licorice. “Daddy, I have presents for you.”

“Thank you, Teddy.” Sirius absolutely was not going to cry again. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Teddy’s head. “I feel better already. Why don’t you go eat your treats, and then have Harry help brush your teeth? It’s almost time for bed.”

In the end, Ron helped Teddy with his bath, Harry brushed his teeth, and Hermione read him a bedtime story. Sirius almost felt guilty about letting the kids take over so much tonight, but Harry had given him a stern talking-to two years ago when Teddy first started trick or treating. For one night, he and his partners could handle Teddy while Sirius gave over to his grief.

Teddy was half-asleep when Sirius went to say goodnight to him. Demeter was curled up at his side. She flicked her tail lazily when Sirius came into the room, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.

“Good night, Teddy,” he whispered, drawing the dinosaur-patterned blankets up to Teddy’s shoulders. “I hope you had a good Halloween.”

“Daddy,” Teddy said sleepily, “will you come next year?”

Sirius stroked Teddy’s curls. “You want me to come with you?”

“Mmhmm.” Teddy snuggled into his pillow. “You can dress up.”

“Oh? And what would I dress up as?”

Teddy blinked open his eyes and gave him a perfectly innocent look. “Stubby Boardman?”

Sirius huffed. “Your big brother has been putting ideas into your head again, I see.”

He leaned down and kissed Teddy’s cheek. “Sure, baby. I’ll go with you next year.”

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(Remus isn't in this because I didn't feel like writing him. He's probably dead, but you can imagine they're divorced and this is Sirius's week with Teddy if that makes you feel better. Also Harry is definitely dating both Ron and Hermione okay bye).

#sirius black #harry potter #teddy lupin #imp is writing #good godfather sirius black #good dad sirius black

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bellamioneotp · 13 days

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Most Famous Bellamione Fics

This fic list got voted on my poll, so here it is! The fics that the Bellamione nation was built on.

All fics are on Fanfiction.net as it was the OG site for our Bellamione foundations.

Those Gilded Chains we Wear- This fanfic was published around 2012 and basically launched the Bellamione fandom into the stratosphere. The popularity of the ship began to pick up and more long form fics began to be published. It's considered a cornerstone of Bellamione culture and has inspired countless fics no doubt.

Impossible- This fic predates Those Gilded Chains and is very well written as well. It leans a bit more heavily on Hermione and Bellatrix not getting along at the start but still presents growth in their relationship. I feel this fic does not get as much recognition in the community despite it being one of the rare long fics in 2011 for the ship.

The Dark Corners of the Earth and Murder Most Horrid- Both written by the same author, this writer is still present in the Bellamione community today and writing more. The first fic presents eldritch horror in it and the second one is detective story. Both stories are long and include much worldbuilding. They kept the Bellamione community fed for long stretches of time.

Fractures, Fractures The Last Champion, and Turn Time Series,- All written by the same author, the first and second one feature the OG professor Bellatrix and student Hermione relationship that was fully fleshed out. Their back and forth was always a treat a read, as was the competition and the plot around it. The Turn Time series is also a fun read and though it can be confusing at times trying to figure out what is going on with the plot in connection to all three fics, that is part of the appeal.

Our Mercurial Selves- No longer up, RIP.

No Good Deed- No longer up on any site, this story was intense and very well written. There was always a lot of interaction between the characters and the story unfortunately cut off at a really good climax point.

Lotus Flower- A soulmate AU that sadly is not finished. But it had a good amount of tension in it that would made seeing it unfold fun to read.

Metamorphosis- A fic that has similar vibes and shares story beats to Those Gilded Chains in a good way. It is completed. Not as super popular as the other ones but still worth a read because the reveal of Hermione dating Bellatrix is satisfying.

Future Shocks- Very action based and not much Bellamione until the end, but it still packs quite a punch when reading it. A good example of how to write the horrors of war.

Reign Down- I consider this the dark au fic of all dark au fics. The world building is fantastic and reading the story unnerves me which means it's doing a great job with how it's unfolding. It has not been updated in a while but if you're looking for how a dark au should be structured for Bellamione, this is it.

Time Heals All Wounds- This fic utilized Time Travel in a way not seen in Bellamione fics before and popularized time travel fics as a way to help redeem the relationship between the two of them.

#bellamione #harry potter #bellatrix lestrange #hermione granger #bellatrix x hermione #helena bonham carter #emma watson

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jomiddlemarch · 4 months

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I loved and guessed at you, you construed me

It was not that he was waiting for her as much as that he was most often in the faculty sitting room at this hour and so was she and the staff knew to leave out a full tea service and also a magically chilled bottle of very dry amontillado, the color of her eyes. And then to tell anyone else that the room was occupied and that they were not to be disturbed.

It wasn’t that he was waiting for her, but he did look up when she came into the room, letting the ancient, rare and precious book he held slip out of his hand, an instinctive, wandless spell keeping it from clattering onto the floor.

“You cut your hair,” Draco said.

Any pretense to eloquence, savoir-faire, or intellectual rigor associated with achieving his Potions Mastery and Mwandamizi kemia had been decimated by the four words, uttered in a tone of complete shock, which given his Pureblood upbringing meant flat, with a hint of scorn. He had spent the past twelve years working to convince Hermione he wasn’t that man anymore, the one who would have meant the scorn, the fault-finding appraisal, cold and superior and not terribly clever underneath it all.

(The one he’d felt doomed to become before the chandelier fell in his family’s ballroom. Before she’d testified to keep him out of Azkaban. Before she’d returned his formal letter of apology with a brief addendum You were a child, Draco an absolution he didn’t deserve.)

Blaise always said he was his own worst enemy. Theo always nodded and offered a glass of single malt Scotch. Neville always shrugged and tried to reassure Draco, meandering through some nonsense about how they’d all had to grow up too soon, let down by the adults, forced to experience trauma that they’d been lucky to survive and a plate of buttered toast would soon set him to rights.

Luna changed the subject and talked about some possibly fictional chimerical creature to take his mind off his shortcomings. It never worked but he appreciated her effort and consistency.

“I suppose that’s better than ‘Bloody hell.’ And “Holy fucking Christ.’ Harry reverts to Muggle obscenity when he’s really surprised,” Hermione replied. “You only told me what I already know, as I didn’t accidentally fall into a Mongolian silver scissor-bush.”

“Is that a thing?” Draco asked.

He had to keep talking but there was a lot to take in, the startlingly gorgeous line of her bare neck, the angle of her jaw, how her eyes looked enormous, luminous. How her chestnut hair was swept across her brow and came to a delicate little point on the nape of her neck, all these hidden aspects suddenly marvels revealed. Suddenly, astonishingly breath-taking and erotic and also heart-breaking, because he’d wanted so to run his fingers through her loose hair, to stand behind her and draw a brush through her curls. Watching her eyes get drowsy in the dressing-table’s looking-glass, resting a hand on her bare shoulder and feeling the tickling silk of her hair. He’d wanted to cast the spell that ended the charm securing her chignon, to pull out the jeweled pins she used to keep her braids in the coronet around her head.

“No. It sounds like something Luna would mention though,” Hermione shrugged. It was as if he’d never seen the gesture before.

“It’s a lot to take in,” he said.

“It’s actually not. It’s both literally and figuratively not,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Snape being a double-agent in love with Harry’s mum was a lot to take in. Any Sunday lunch at Molly Weasley’s table is a lot to take in. War and Peace in the original Russian without a translation charm is a lot to take in. I took off a few inches—”

“A few inches?”

“Fine, I got the first professional, Muggle, haircut of my adult life because I was fed up with my hair and charms and Sleekeezy and glamours, so many glamours, and you would think I have announced I am Grindelwald’s secret lovechild,” she said in a tone of complete exasperation, pursing her lips in a matching moué he felt an impossible urge to kiss very thoroughly and until she was gasping his name.

He was fairly certain that action would not be requited, not now, and potentially not ever.

But definitely not now.

She was now almost glaring at him, waiting for a response.

If this was ever to become something beyond hopeless pining, if he were ever to be allowed to call her sweetheart and coax her back to bed, he couldn’t get the next part wrong.

“Are you happy with it?” he said. It was a gamble, saying anything would have been a gamble, but there was a chance he’d gotten it right.

He’d surprised her, that he could tell instantly, though her face changed very subtly. It meant no one else who’d seen her had asked and considered she might be. No one else had thought about why she’d done it, only what they thought of it. Evidently, both Weasley and Potter had indicated a negative response, Weasley likely driven by his own unrealized Pureblood upbringing, where all witches wanted the long hair associated with power and Potter never wanted her to be anything other than she’d been in their youth, when her unruly hair was her most obvious signifier.

“Yes, I think I am,” she said.

“That’s good. That’s what matters,” he said. He was supposed to reference the book he’d been reading or follow-up on their most recent conversation about geopolitics or whether Chopin was a Squib or at the very least offer her something to drink, the tea first and then, when she demurred, the sherry. But all of those would require him to look away from her and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Not quite yet.

“I ought to have done it a long time ago,” she said. She spoke without her usual forthright confidence, but also without any of the regret the statement might have implied. She sounded hesitant, as if she wanted something from him she felt she shouldn’t. Or shouldn’t ask for.

It was tempting to make some sort of declaration, offer reassurance or an argument. But he’d gotten this far by asking her a question.

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know. It would have been a way to move on. Grow up. Make my life easier, decide it for myself,” she said. She was watching him very closely as she spoke. She liked that he’d asked, though she wasn’t smiling. “It wouldn’t have been grief or some kind of, I don’t know, unhinged trauma response.”

It would very much have been a response to the colossal trauma she’d experienced if she’d hacked it all off after being tortured, and it wouldn’t have been unhinged when one considered the myriad extremely risky alternatives she might have chosen, but Draco wasn’t about to ruin everything. Even as his own worst enemy, he could keep from doing that.

“It could have been just something you do when you’re in your twenties, trying something out. Like, going to the Maldives or studying Norn. Learning earth magic from tribal elders in Namib.”

“Only you would saying learning earth magic in Namib is something you do in your twenties,” Draco said wryly. “Most people just go to the pub and fret a lot.”

“You didn’t,” she said.

“I think it’s well established I’m not most people,” he said.

“No. You’re not. You’re the only person who didn’t tell me cutting my hair was a terrible mistake,” she said. “As if it could even remotely compare to the other terrible mistakes I’ve made.”

“It’s not a terrible mistake,” he said. “And you’re the person I know best whose made the fewest terrible mistakes in her life and we can sit here drinking sherry talking about it because of it.”

“My parents wouldn’t agree,” she said.

“Neither would mine. I wonder how people grow up when they don’t have to discover their parents were deeply, entirely wrong about something absolutely crucial to survival,” Draco said.

“We could ask Blaise Zabini,” Hermione said after very clearly Thinking About It, a little crease appearing between her eyebrows.

“Too risky,” Draco replied. “It’s only the husbands people talk about but people have a way of disappearing when they ask questions about his mother.”

“No one would comment on her haircut,” Hermione said wistfully. “What a bloody icon.”

Draco laughed, startled.

“You’re enchanting,” he blurted out. Stupid, gauche, impulsive—he could go on (and on) about how ill-considered it had been.

“Well, I am a witch,” she said. She did not seem put off. In fact, she smiled at him, a little shyly. “Goes with the territory—”

“You enchant me. Bewitch me,” he said, throwing caution to the winds. “You don’t want anyone to comment on how you look, so I shouldn’t but you’re exquisite—”

He broke off, fearing he’d broken it all. She was still in the room and he still had all his bits and bobs, when he knew she was a dab hand at wandless curses. It was rather late to decide discretion was the better part of valor, but better late than never.

“I didn’t do it for you,” she said.

“No,” he replied.

“I didn’t do it only for you,” she clarified. “But I was curious to see how you’d react.”

“Did you have a hypothesis? You usually do,” he said.

“Yes. You’ve exceeded it slightly,” she said. There was a gleam in those sherry-brown eyes and when she tilted her head to the side, he understood the vampire’s insatiable lust.

“I can do better than slightly,” he said, half-dazed with the realization that she was requiting far more than he’d ever imagined. And that she’d imagined his response to seeing her bare neck, had wanted his admiration. He got up from his chair and crossed the room to her, standing close enough to take her in his arms. “I can do a wide margin. Prodigious. Overwhelmingly—”

“I like prodigious,” she said and he leaned in and kissed her parted lips softly, then deeply, one hand at her waist, the other cupping her cheek. The urge to possess her was tremendous, held in check only by an immense and constant tenderness, the moon that could pull the devouring tide back from the shore.

“Can I see overwhelmingly?” she whispered. “For comparison—”

“Of course,” he answered and moved to kiss her neck. He tasted the pulse of her carotid, sucking gently where he wanted to nip her. He moved back up to the hollow behind her ear, grazing her lobe with his tongue, then murmured,

“You cut your hair. I love it.”

#dramione #hermione x draco #draco POV #post-hogwarts #epilogue what epilogue #hermione gets a haircut #romance #pining #always some extra worldbuilding #references to lots of characters #had so much fun I wrote a second part #that one's hermione POV

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Hi again :)

Two questions actually:

First why didn't Lucius buy Draco another broom? I know JKR meant for Harry to have the bestest broom ever but I wonder why Draco never got a broom upgrade? His parents can afford it and I dont see why Lucius would deny his son a faster broom. Especially after he became prefect.

Second, why exactly is Harry so obsessed with Draco early on? Its obvious why Draco goes after Harry given he is famous and all. But why the other way around? Before Draco ever really did anything to hurt him, he was putting Draco on the same level as his abusive cousin, which makes no sense, and getting all angry at Draco getting care packages. What's his problem? Why pay this rich kid so much attention??

Hello! :D Once again, thank you for your patience. This was a cool ask so I wanted to do it justice.

On your first point, I think a couple of factors are at play, but basically Lucius was probably feeling a bit fed up at that point and also he quickly had other things on his mind due to Voldemort's return. What do I mean by that? Well, in second year he already seems annoyed with Draco for coming second to Hermione in school and is kind of Done TM with hearing Draco talk about or complain about Harry (to be fair Draco did seemingly spend the whole summer doing this). Then he goes out and gets Draco on the Quidditch team and buys the entire team really good brooms. And Draco STILL loses to Harry (though only just). And presumably still comes second to Hermione in school. I think Lucius might've been less than pleased with this.

Plus, Draco's more of a talker than a doer. Yeah he complains about Hermione but he doesn't actually do anything to her because of his aversion to violence. If Lucius and his Death Eater buddies had got ahold of her at the Quidditch Cup they wouldn't have insulted her. They would have hurt her. And they would have enjoyed it. Draco would not have the stomach for that, and Lucius might already be beginning to suspect that. Not to mention, Lucius actually doesn't approve of Draco's open rivalry with Harry. He feels that it is smarter to at least pretend (at this stage) to like Harry since openly seeming anything other than grateful for Voldemort's fall is unwise politically. Draco of course is incapable of leaving Harry alone since if he can't be in Harry's life as his friend he's determined to be in his life as his Nemesis TM. Lucius probably views this as shortsighted and is likely annoyed by it.

Furthermore, the Firebolt is REALLY expensive. Even Harry, with all his wealth, decides it would be unwise to buy it. I mean, it's not really something you would usually use for a school team. It's what professionals at the Quidditch Cup use. So after buying a whole team's worth of brooms and being a bit displeased with Draco, Lucius may not be in the mood to get him something so fancy. Still, Lucius might have bought it for Draco eventually but let's remember the timing. Harry gets the broom midway through third year. Lucius doesn't feel inclined to rush out that minute and buy Draco a new broom (again).

And then fourth year rolls around. The Triwizard Tournament means there's no Quidditch so there's no point. Plus Lucius is probably distracted by the fact that his Dark Mark is getting clearer every day and oh no what if Voldemort isn't actually dead? What if he comes back? What if he's mad at all the people who didn't stay faithful to him...?

And then Voldemort DOES come back. And Lucius has...so many problems. First he has to tell Voldemort that he kinda sorta might've lost his diary. Whoopsie. And that...does not go well. then he's busy trying to stay alive and un-tortured and trying to regain Voldemort's favor during fifth year. And then he gets caught at the Department of Mysteries and arrested. Probably broom buying is the last thing on his mind.

(First, as an aside, I don't know that Draco's interest in Harry is purely based on his fame. I mean, he tries to befriend and impress Harry in Madam Malkin's before he even knows who he is.) But anyway, both of them seem to be mutually drawn to each other even though their relationship is an acrimonious one almost from the beginning. Yes, Harry almost immediately takes a dislike to Draco. But he's also very aware of him. And that...never stops.

I'm not sure I would say that Harry exactly puts Draco on the same level as Dudley, but he is immediately reminded of Dudley due to Draco's boasting. Draco speaks in a way that makes Harry think he is spoiled and privileged...like Dudley. Draco also declares he'll bully his father into getting him a broom. This is a boast because he's trying to show off to impress Harry.

Lucius and Narcissa are not Vernon and Petunia. They do a lot for Draco but they would never allow him to push them around the way Dudley does his parents. Harry doesn't know this however, and takes Draco at his word which makes him draw a parallel to Dudley in his mind. Draco's bullying and bigoted behavior also further turns Harry against him. He's never afraid of Draco though in the way he is of Dudley, so the dynamic is different.

But yeah. Harry is...really hyper aware of Draco. Not because he's scared of him. But just because he can't seem to look away. They orbit and play off each other right from day one. Harry immediately recognizes Draco when he meets him again on the train (and Draco also remembers Harry right away). He watches Draco's sorting and where he goes to sit. He dreams of Draco his very first night.

I'm not sure Harry even knows why this is. There's just something about Draco that he's drawn to, even when they aren't friends, even when they are bitter rivals. They can never forget each other or look away from each other. Harry isn't like this with other people he dislikes. He's not like this about Zacharias Smith or Crabbe or Goyle or Michael Corner or Cormac McLaggen or even Snape or Voldemort.

There's something different with Draco. Something more. To me, that something is drarry.

#asks #Harry Potter #drarry #Draco Malfoy

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