#hp imagines

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

PRETTY LADY part 2

Pairings: George weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you return back to the shop a few days later, this time, intended to not only buy products Warnings: mention of flirting, kissing.

part 1

you walked in the shop, looking around, seeing it way less cramped than the other day.

meaning it was less likely to be knocked by some little kid

you scanned the shop, looking to see if the man was anywhere in sight, you looked to your left and saw the man, his back facing you as he stocked the shelves with his hands

you walked up and pretended to look at the shelves, thinking it would get his attention, however, in the corner of your eye, you saw his glance over and go back to stocking the shelf.

after a few seconds, you sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than him to start a conversation

did he not remember you?

did he not care?

all you've been able to think about for the past week was him and the way he carelessly flirted with you the whole time. so you came back to feel the same thing he made you feel the other day, but now you're starting to think that might not happen

he heard your sigh and turned to you after putting the last box in the top shelf

"do you need help?" he smiled politely

you looked at him, trying to act a little surprised he's noticed you

"oh, no i'm just browsing" you tucked your hair behind you ear, hoping he'd help you anyway or just start a conversation

but he only smiled "alright, well, if you do need any help, i'll be stocking the shelves over there" he pointed over the other side of the shop before walking away

you stood there, beside the love potions, feeling like an idiot.

what just happened?

you turned and watched him walk across the shop before deciding to follow him, feeling the need to show him a piece of your mind for just brushing you off after what happened last week

you went up behind him and cleared your throat

he looked down at you as he noticed your presence

"yes?"

as soon as you made eye contact with him, you decided against verbally abusing him. instead. you smiled and looked down

"could you maybe tell me where your ten-second pimple vanisher is?" you asked, feeling like a fool

"oh, of course! it's upstairs to the left, next to the portable swamps. just look for the orange vials about this big" he informed, measuring around 1 and a half inches with his fingers

"alright, thanks!" you nodded before turning away, walking towards the stairs as he went back to stocking the shelf

you slowly made your way up the stairs, not knowing why you're still here. you stopped mid way and decided to leave now, the embarrassment was done and still heavy in your chest as you began walking back down the stairs

"it's almost as if he doesn't remember you" you heard from behind you

you looked up and saw him, standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at you with a smirk

"i knew you'd come back, pretty lady, although, i would've liked it if you tried talking to me instead of by twin brother" he snorted

you frowned before looking down at, looking for who you thought was him stocking the shelves, to find that man still there.

you looked back up and found George way closer than he was 3 seconds ago

"that's Fred" he grinned

"i.. didn't know there was two of you" you mumbled, playing with your sleeve

"clearly" he snickered "how did you not though?"

you stood there silently for a second before shrugging "it's not like i know the both of you"

"i'll forgive you...eventually" he beamed, leaning his hand against the railing

you looked over at his hand and fixated on the noticeable veins that flexed as he tapped his finger on the metal

"so, what brings you here again? me?" he smirked at his guess

"no" you denied

he raised an eyebrow as he resumed walking back down the stairs, pressing up against you as he passed

"well it definitely wasn't for pimple vanisher" he chuckled

"you seem to assume a lot of things about me" you followed after him

"at least i'm right" he pointed out

"do I get to learn your name yet or is that not until your fifth visit?" he wondered

you thought for a second before responding

"you'll never get it, and i'm not coming back here, i have no need to be here"

he stopped in his tracks and turned on his heels, before almost mocking you with his smile "then what brings you here today?"

you opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find words to explain yourself

"um.." you licked your lips, blinking as you stayed frozen still

he stepped up and leaned down to whisper in your ear

"if you wanted to ask me out, you could've just said that"

he leaned back up and winked before looking at you curiously

"i'm not asking you out" you sighed, annoyed. but you weren't sure why

"well you're here for something" he tutted

"I'm here...for a job" you thought on the spot, tapping your foot nervously

"no" he shook his head with a laugh before walking down, going around to the register

you followed him "no?"

he went around the counter as you stayed at the customer side

"yes, i'm not hiring you" he said simply, not making eye contact as he made himself busy with a checklist

you didn't want a job, although you were curious as to why his answer was a no

"why not?" you frowned "i'd be a great employee"

he looked up with a short huff "i'm not hiring you because, one, we aren't hiring, and even if we were i wouldn't because i wouldn't be allowed d to flirt with you"

"why do you? flirt with me?" you tilted your head

"because you don't stop me" he shrugged before walking away, towards the back of the shop

"well what if i told you to stop?" you hurried after him

"am i gonna answer this with an assumption or do you want an actual answer?" he looked back at you as he walked with his hands in his pockets

"actual" you replied quickly

"then i'd stop"

he stopped before he got to a door that had a sign saying 'staff only' and turned back "although, i don't think you will ask me to stop"

"and what makes you say that?" you crossed your arms defensively

he shrugged before opening the door, leaving it slightly open.

you stared at the open door as the 'staff only' sign stared back at you

did he mean to leave it open?

did he want you to follow him?

will he come out soon?

after a few seconds, you decided to go in. you slowly stepped towards the door and peeked in, looking around at what you could see, but couldn't see him, only boxes and cauldrons.

you quietly stepped in the room and jumped when the door suddenly shut with a 'bang!"

you looked back but nothing was there. he wasn't there

you frowned before turning back again, seeing him right in front of you

"cause you don't want me to stop" he smirked as he towered over you

you felt small against his frame, and weak in the knees under his unreadable gaze

"you like it, don't you?" he grinned, taking a dangerous step closer

you slowly shook your head in response, finding yourself unable to speak

"no? you don't like it?" he raised an eyebrow, knowing the real answer

you did, indeed, like it when he flirted with you, it made your heart flutter when he winked at you, it made you dizzy when he smirked at you, it made you giddy when he whispered in your ear, it made you flustered when he teased you. everything he did made you swoon

"n-no" you denied sheepishly

"then why'd you follow me in here? why'd you come back here today? what do you want? say it, and i'll give you it" he said deep and slow, building tension

"uhm" you stepped back, feeling hot

he licked his lips as he stepped closer "hm"

you looked down at your feet, embarrassed,

he lifted your chin and made you look at him "will you tell me your name yet?"

you stared up at him, longing before answering "Y/n"

he smiled brightly

"and you like this, don't you, Y/n?" he nodded, putting an innocent face on

"yeah.." you replied, almost in a trance

he left go of your chin and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, to which you subconsciously leaned into when his palm made contact with your lower cheek, to which he snickered at

"so what did you come here for?" he whispered huskily

"you" you mumbled, not breaking eye contact

"what about me?"

you bit your tongue as his gaze hardened, almost seeming desperate

"all of you" you gulped

he beamed before scrunching his nose teasingly. he pulled his hand away from your cheek and slid them down your sides, stopping them at your hips, pulling you closer to him

you held your breath as his touch burned

"all of me?" he squinted his eyes, questionably

you slowly hummed as you let your hands run up his arms to his shoulders, where you leaned up towards him

his hands snaked around your hips to the small of your back

"may i show you what i think you came here for?" he smiled, his gaze falling to your lips

his eyes hung low as he stared, his lips still upturned

you nodded your head with a small smile "yeah.."

he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours passionately, almost desperate.

his lips stayed on yours for what seemed like forever, the longer it got, the more intense he got, almost as though he was starved and finally got his food

his grip on you got slightly tighter as you hummed against his lips, feeling dizzy.

he finally pulled away ever so slightly to breath and smirked at you

"is that what you came here for, pretty lady?" he questioned

you took a second to catch your breath before answering

"yep" you breathed heavily, trying to act cool

"wanna do it again?" he chuckled

"yep" you repeated happily

"alright pretty lady, whatever you say"

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Locker Room, Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Pure, filthy smut. That’s it.

Word Count: Literally don’t know. I wrote this in a haze.

Note: Have fun reading. ;)

The field was alive with noise, echoing with the voices of the crowd that filled the air, causing the stadium seats to shake with their movements. Even as you walked the hallways afterward, the sound still lingered in your ears, gradually forming into a headache. 

You brushed a hand across your face, swiftly navigating a corner in the hallway. The route to the locker room felt instinctual, ingrained beneath your skin. 

You were confident you could find it even with your eyes shut.

The headache only appeared to intensify as a group of Gryffindor boys passed by in their crimson attire. Their wide smiles stretched from ear to ear, their hair slick with sweat.

"Fucking finally," one of them exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Draco deserved that!"

Another boy vigorously nodded, chewing on something as he spoke. "He's a prick," he muttered between bites.

You held back a remark, brushing past them. Their gazes followed you, but no one dared to speak.

They understood better than to.

Continuing forward, you kept biting at the inside of your mouth, dragging the sensitive skin between your teeth. Gryffindor had won.

And Slytherin had lost.

The locker room door swung open, and Marcus emerged. His hair was curled at the ends from sweat, his face flushed beet red.

He cautiously approached, tilting his head down to address you, his eyes scanning the hallways but never meeting yours directly.

"He's furious," Marcus said, licking his lips dry. Even from a distance, it would be hard to tell you were conversing, and you knew Marcus did that deliberately. "He's really, really pissed."

You let out a sharp breath, glancing up at him, but he still avoided your gaze.

"I know," was all you managed before walking away, the locker room door creaking open, its sound reverberating through the empty space, aggravating your headache.

"Draco?" you called out as you stepped further into the room. Rounding a row of lockers, you leaned against them, noticing him standing in front of a sink.

"Draco," you repeated, this time more softly. His shoulders tensed; his frustration palpable.

He turned on the faucet, and rushing water escaped as he leaned down, cupping handfuls and splashing it onto his face. You watched him closely.

Water beaded at the ends of his hair, clinging to his forehead as he straightened up. His face bore a light shade of pink, a hue he only acquired from the cold.

Inhaling deeply, you approached him, reaching for a towel. Gently, you began patting at the damp skin of his face, his gaze meeting yours.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

You leaned back slightly, meeting his gaze fully. "Do you want me to stop?" you countered, holding the towel away from his face.

For a moment, you both remained like that, locking eyes, searching for something within each other.

Eventually, he spoke.

"They're bloody cheaters," he muttered, his jaw clenching with each word. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him.

He stood up straight, gazing down at you, his eyes filled with intensity. "You reckon they actually won?" he challenged.

Leaning in closer, his voice barely a whisper in your ear, he added, "Over me?"

You swallowed. Hard.

"Draco," you began, but the touch of his hand at the hem of your shirt made you falter. "Draco."

He leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "What?"

You ran your tongue over your teeth. "You know what. There are still people outside."

He shrugged, his fingers creeping higher beneath your shirt, their chill contrasting with your skin. "Outside," he said, as if to reassure.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes scanning his face. “Draco—”

His hands ascended higher, sending a shiver down your spine, leaving your mouth slightly agape. Draco's gaze lingered on your lips, intensifying.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky and pleading, nearly bringing you to your knees.

Without hesitation, your lips collided with his, a fervent and fiery kiss. The flavor of mint danced between your mouths as his tongue intertwined with yours.

His fingers pressed into the flesh above your hips, pulling you nearer. A gentle gasp slipped past your lips as his hold intensified.

“Fuck," he muttered, deftly guiding you until your back met the sink. His hands traveled upwards, caressing the soft warmth of your breasts.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging at it lightly. Unexpectedly, a low groan escaped him, prompting you to pull harder, the sound igniting a frenzy within you.

"This is wrong,” you murmured your disapproval amidst fervent kisses, feeling the strain on your lips. Draco held you close, his touch firm.

"Terribly wrong," he murmured, planting kisses along your neck, nibbling gently. Tilting your head, you granted him easier access.

A soft moan escaped you, your grip tightening in his hair. Warmth pooled in your stomach as Draco's kisses left a sloppy trail on your skin.

You pulled at his hair, guiding his head back slightly. His lips were parted, a deep shade of red.

A smirk played on his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, his hands tracing your curves, venturing lower.

You nodded, breathless.

His fingers traced the edge of your trousers, his gaze fixed on your face. "Speak, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky.

"I need your words."

You hesitated as his hands slid beneath your pants, his touch sending warmth through you.

He smirked, tilting his head. "What's the matter?"

You exhaled slowly, your breath shaky. "Nothing," you breathed, a light smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely nothing," you added, drawing his face closer and sealing the gap with another kiss.

This one was tender, cautious. Draco took his time, his tongue exploring your mouth.

His hands remained just below the waistband, keeping you against the sink. You yearned for his touch to go lower.

Gradually, the kiss grew more passionate. Draco captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently.

You released his hair, capturing his hand in yours. As you guided his hand downward, the kiss intensified. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a moan from you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured before deepening the kiss. His fingers began to move slowly against the material, igniting sensations that made you gasp with pleasure.

His pace accelerated, eliciting a moan from you as he deepened the kiss. Another moan escaped and suddenly, he withdrew, swiftly turning you around and pressing you against the sink, your back against facing him.

As you gazed at him in the mirror, mouth slightly parted, he hovered over you. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead, cheeks flushed.

Gently, he brushed your hair aside, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Feeling his hips against yours made you moan involuntarily.

Smirking at your reflection, he grasped your shoulders and guided you upwards. Your lips met again eagerly, the heat between you fueling your passion.

His hand ventured lower, slipping beneath your pants and moving your underwear aside. Breaking the kiss, you watched in the mirror as his fingers began to explore.

A soft moan escaped you as he entered you, instinctively pushing back against him, craving more.

In the mirror, you saw him watch you squirm, his mouth slightly open as his fingers worked effortlessly. Adding another finger, he relished in the sight of your head falling back against his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.

You exhaled slowly. "I need—" Another moan slipped out as he added another finger.

"What do you need?" He teased, his thumb tracing circles on your clit, making your knees tremble.

"I need you," you breathed heavily, pressing against him. His laughter tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

He kissed you once more before withdrawing his hand and guiding you back against the sink.

Your gaze remained fixed on him as he slowly removed your pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hands caressed the curves of your backside, his touch electric against your skin.

"I'd say I've won either way," he remarked, meeting your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips.

You smiled softly, your mouth going dry as you watched him undo his pants, the sound echoing in the locker room.

A surge of warmth rushed between your legs as you tightened them, watching him discard his boxers, exposing himself fully.

His body pressed against yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he held the wrapped item in his mouth, gazing at you.

Your mouth fell open wider at his touch, his hands trailing along the edge of your underwear. He teased the fabric, snapping it lightly against your skin.

Gradually, your skin flushed red as he gingerly removed your underwear, letting it fall beside your pants. His eyes darkened at the sight.

"You're so wet," he murmured, tracing a finger down your core. "All for me."

You moaned in response, your legs trembling with anticipation. Wetting your lips, you heard the sound of the wrapper being opened echo in the room.

Draco slid it on, discarding the wrapper to the side. Aligning your hips, his touch sent electric pulses through you.

"Are you going to take me like a good girl?" he inquired, placing his hand on the small of your back, smirking at your reflection in the mirror.

The warmth intensified between your legs as you responded breathlessly, "Always." With that, Draco pushed into you, the sensation causing you to shift against the sink.

A loud gasp escaped you as your hands gripped the sink's edge. Draco began to move, his mouth agape as he watched your reflection. Moans filled the air, heat enveloping both of you.

"Fuck," Draco uttered in a heavy breath, picking up the pace. "Y/N," he gasped, his hands guiding your hips, intensifying the connection between you.

You raised your head, observing him through the mirror. His mouth hung open as he entered you, his breathing erratic. It was a sight unlike any you had witnessed before.

His hands grasped your shoulders, lifting you upright from the sink. He continued his movements inside you, brushing aside your hair to gaze into your eyes.

Leaning in, you kissed him passionately as your bodies moved in harmony, the sound of your union filling the quiet space.

Your stomach tightened with pleasure, and you moaned into his mouth. "I'm close," you whispered between kisses, your breath fast.

Draco quickened his pace, pressing your shoulders down. "Cum for me," he urged in a shaky voice, kissing you. "Do it for me, baby."

With his words, the sensation overwhelmed you, and you released, the ecstasy coursing through your body. Your head fell back against his chest, your skin glistening with sweat.

Draco continued his movements at a slower pace, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled.

You remained intertwined, neither of you eager to move. Unsure if you even could.

Gradually, Draco withdrew, holding you by the waist. You smiled at his tousled appearance in the mirror.

He noticed your expression and smirked. "What?"

Turning around slowly, your legs feeling weak, you ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Nothing," you replied, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. His hands immediately found your hips, supporting you.

"I could go again," he mumbled against your lips, and you laughed, kissing him with renewed fervor.

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[heliads]

Hello lovely! I was wondering if you could please write an enemies to lovers Sirius x reader fanfic where they're always bickering and arguing but one day, reader seems rather numb and he makes an obnoxious comment like "Trouble in paradise, princess?" and they get mad and say "Oh, get f, Black! Easy for you to have a go, isn't it? Why do we always have to talk about my shitty life, Mr. Tell Me A Fucking Secret?" and the reader storms off and he finds out that they're brother died? Sorry if that doesn't make any sense and i fully understand if you don't want to do it. Don't forget to drink water and have a great day :) 💞

'an apology' - sirius black

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Everyone likes Sirius Black. Everyone but you, it seems. You’re not sure how in Merlin’s name he managed his widespread popularity. Maybe there was a secret prank of the Marauders a while back in which they jinxed everyone in the school to grow besotted with the long-haired, mischievous, good-for-nothing scoundrel, then accidentally forgot to cast the enchantment on you. It wouldn’t even be that unrealistic, except there’s absolutely no chance that Sirius hasn’t picked up on your disregard for him. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he enjoys it.

Of course he would. Of course Sirius Black, Quidditch star, Marauder, prankster extraordinaire, absolutely reckless and divinely insensible Sirius Black would get a kick out of riling you up. How could he not? It’s like it’s against his programming to do anything that makes sense.

The two of you have been clashing since the day you met. No matter where you are– walking to class, accidentally paired up for a class project, meandering through Hogsmeade– you and Sirius have a knack for finding each other even in the thickest of crowds, and then promptly wanting to murder each other. You squabble over small things, like tying one’s tie incorrectly, and big things too, like when Sirius pranked you too hard one time and it took the entirety of the Marauders and your friend group working in tandem to prevent a genuine slaughter.

Needless to say, every day in which you can avoid running into Gryffindor’s favorite troublemaker is a good one. Needless to say, in a small castle like Hogwarts, that task is pretty much impossible. Even when you pledge to yourself that you’re going to pick the high road and stop letting yourself get riled up by him, you still somehow manage to get yourself lodged in yet another petty dispute.

Today, though, you really don’t want to see him. You woke up this morning to terrible news from home. Professor McGonagall had called you into her office to deliver the solemn verdict herself. Although she can be a terrifying presence, you’re glad for her today. This way, there wasn’t anyone else around but her when you found out that your brother had died.

It seems impossible. You can picture your brother in your mind– laughing, smiling, running around– and the idea that he could be dead is nonsensical. You would know, you think. Surely you would know. If a bright light like your brother could be snuffed out overnight, you would have been able to feel it. Yet you didn’t, and the world is still spinning, and you are expected to get yourself up and keep on living even though your brother is no longer here. You’ll never be able to see him again, never hear him call your name whenever you go home. He’s gone, gone forever, and you can’t think about anything else but him.

Professor McGonagall, surprisingly, is a good person to help you with loss. She listens to you brokenly sob for a while, then lets you stay in her office for as long as you need to stop crying. She offers you some biscuits, which are only mildly stale, and offers to write you a note to get out of her class, at least, although she can’t speak to the rest of her fellow professors.

You thank her, then head out. Although the idea of curling up in your bed for the rest of the day and perhaps the rest of the year as well is quite tempting, you know that if you let yourself go into misery, you’ll never be able to claw yourself out. You decide to go on with the rest of your classes for the day, as much for the distraction of not being alone with your thoughts as anything else. 

You can quietly tell your friends what happened, and they’ll make sure nobody bothers you. Your brother died. Nothing seems to matter anymore. The idea that someone like Sirius Black might try to cause you trouble is almost laughable. Your brother is gone. What can a classroom bully possibly say to you to make this worse?

Sirius Black is getting bored again. He always starts idling halfway through Charms, anyway, but it’s not like that’s his fault. Flitwick should know better than to put oil lamps in front of his students, anyway; yes, they were supposed to be practicing discretion with their incendiary charms, but what does Sirius care about that? Besides, the fire he started only lit Peter’s sleeves on fire, and they managed to snuff that out pretty quick anyway. No damage done, not really.

By the time the day is halfway over, Sirius is itching for something interesting to happen. James is shaking his head and laughing at Sirius’ impatience, chiding him for not paying attention, but Sirius has seen his best friend’s eyelids drooping more than once today, so it looks like both of them are stifled for entertainment.

Sirius can tell that it’s gotten bad, because he’s hardly stepped out of the Great Hall after lunch when he spots Y/N L/N trailing down one of the corridors, and he actually starts grinning ear to ear. Y/N’s a fascinating person. They argue with Sirius like there’s no tomorrow. Sirius regards Y/N as an ever-changing maze to solve. Every time he thinks he’s hit a wall with ways to bother her, he finds something else. It’s delightful. He’s kind of obsessed with her.

So, upon seeing her, it should come as no surprise that Sirius would bid a hasty farewell to his friends and hurry to catch up with her. Usually, Y/N’s quick to shoot him a glare whenever she sees him, but this time she hardly seems to notice him when Sirius appears by her side. Strange, but he can change that.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart,” he says glibly. “I’ve missed you since I saw you yesterday, you know.”

Sirius pauses expectantly, waiting for Y/N to hit him with a rather devious comeback about how she’d rather walk over hot coals than willingly spend time in his company, but instead, she just keeps walking. Her shoulders are hunched, and her gaze is somewhat vacant, as if her mind were a thousand miles away. The quick thought flashes through Sirius’ mind that maybe she’s thinking about some guy, like maybe another student flirted with her earlier today and she’s distracted by it, and immediately his gut twists over with hot, white, irritation.

Fine, then. If she wants to ignore him, Sirius will make that impossible. He can up his game. “Tell me a secret,” Sirius drawls, each word slow and silvery like the smoke he loves so much, “What’s got a pretty face like yours looking so twisted up? I know it can’t be anything too terrible, I don’t think it’s possible for you to worry that sweet head over anything major. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble in paradise, princess. I just won’t believe it.”

That does get Y/N to look at him, but the sharp glance she directs at him is full of not anger but pain, pure pain. “Shut up,” she hisses at him. “Don’t you ever get tired of messing with me? Easy for you to have a go, isn’t it? Why do you always have to dig into my life, Mr. Tell Me A Fucking Secret? Leave me alone.”

With that, Y/N abruptly turns and stalks down a nearby corridor. Sirius watches her leave with absolute astonishment. They’ve had some verbal sparring matches which have turned nasty, to be sure, but never before has she looked at him with that much loathing. Worse than that– Sirius swears that he’d caught sight of some tears in her eyes when she’d regarded him with such misery.

Impossible. Y/N has never actually been hurt by anything he’s said to her. Right? No, she hasn’t. Sirius would know. This must mean that something has happened, something bad. Across the corridor, Sirius catches sight of one of Y/N’s friends looking at the scene he’d just caused with great distress. When she realizes Sirius has noticed her, she makes to follow Y/N, but he quickly stands in her way to keep her there.

“What’s going on?” Sirius asks plainly. No use in beating around the bush.

Y/N’s friend looks away. “None of your business, Black. Y/N’s right, how about you leave her alone for the time being?”

Sirius swears he can feel something break in his chest, some tendon plucked like a bowstring. “What are you talking about? What do you know?”

Y/N’s friend tries to get away again, but when it becomes evident that Sirius will not be leaving without an explanation, she sighs and gives in. “Y/N found out this morning that her brother passed away.”

She doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t have to say anything else. Instantly, Sirius feels rooted in place, struck by an awful wave of guilt. Y/N must be drowning in grief, and he’s just gone and teased her even worse. Merlin, she must hate him if she didn’t already.

When he looks up, he realizes that her friend is gone. Slowly, Sirius goes down the corridor he’d last seen Y/N, carefully checking every door and room in search of her. After a while, he finds her sitting on the ledge of a window, knees tucked up against her chest. The afternoon light falls on her face, revealing fresh tear tracks. Sirius’ heart thuds dully against his ribs, the unenviable guilt rising up to choke him once again.

She looks up when Sirius drifts closer, and her face twists. She flinches as if she’d like to run, but Sirius raises his hands hastily. “I’m not here to fight, honest. I wanted to apologize.”

Y/N regards him suspiciously. “Since when have you ever apologized?”

Sirius winces. “You’re right, I’ve been terrible. It’s just– Merlin, Y/N, I had no idea. I’m so sorry about your loss. I wouldn’t have said a thing if I had known, I promise.”

“So you would have been fine to belittle me like usual, but since you found out I– I lost my brother, you feel bad? Perfect. Now leave me alone.” She says tersely.

Sirius grimaces. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just– I have a brother too, you know? Even though we don’t quite get along, I can’t imagine losing him. The fact that you’re still able to get up and walk around is amazing to me. I think you’re really strong.”

Y/N stares at him, but some of the defensiveness is gone from her gaze. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “This is a terrible thing to have happened to you, and I’m so sorry that you have to go through this. Losing family is awful. Just know– I’m here if you want to talk, alright? I know you probably hate me for everything, and I wouldn’t blame you for it, but if you want someone, I’ll be around.”

Y/N stays silent, and Sirius takes that as his cue to leave. Just as he turns to go, though, he hears a soft voice behind him. “You can stay.”

Sirius looks back at her hopefully. “Yeah?”

“I’ll allow it,” Y/N tells him, but the corner of her mouth starts to quirk up a little into a somber half-smile, so Sirius realizes that he’s okay again, that they’re okay again. It feels far better than he could have imagined.

He takes a seat on the ledge opposite Y/N, and they both look out over the view of the grounds below them. Or– Y/N does, really. Sirius is more distracted by the girl in front of him. There are some things he’s starting to realize about her, about how he feels about her. It’s a good thing he has her forgiveness, so he has the time to think a little more about it.

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Finding Her

Draco x Y/n

summary: The Malfoy’s forbid you of pursing their son after years of a relationship with him. When the war broke out they wanted him as far away as possible from you and your unborn child. Months later Draco learns the truth.

warnings: tad bit of angst, crappy parents, hurt/comfort, fluff.

Rain was pouring down all around you as you raced towards your flat after a long day of work.

Your flat is on the second floor of the building so you made a run for it up the stairs and straight for your front door.

After rummaging through your work bag for your keys you finally unlocked the door and were startled to see Ginny Potter standing in your dimly lit living room.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to see Ginny at your home, the Potter’s have been by your side through so much lately you truly have no idea where you’d be without them. Ginny had always been one of your best friends so when she found out you were about to be a single mother without a job she of course offered her help.

Harry and herself had set you up with an apartment 15 minutes from their home, Harry even got you a job at the Ministry to help with your bills. Ginny being an experienced mother already helped you in many ways to prepare for your child.

“Ginny? My God you almost gave me a heart attack.” you laughed as you sat your bags down and flipped on the kitchen lights.

“So what’s up?” you asked her as you rummaged through the fridge trying to find something to eat.

Ginny had already sat herself down at the breakfast bar across from where you stood, “I know we just saw each other this morning but I had to come quick because this couldn’t wait.”

Your head quickly spun around to face her, “What can’t wait?”

Ginny sighed roughly before continuing, “It’s Draco. He’s at our house—

“I’m sorry but did you just say Draco Malfoy is at your house?” you interrupted her.

“Well if you’d let me finish you would’ve heard the rest.” She said and you nodded at her to continue. “He came looking for you Y/n. He kept rambling about how he’s been back looking for you and that it’s driving him crazy not knowing where you’ve been.”

Your face went flush, “He’s been back?”

“I guess so, and he’s been spending all of his time looking for you. I won’t lie to you Y/n, he’s drunk right now and the only thing he keeps saying is how he needs you. I wouldn’t have came if it wasn’t necessary, he just doesn’t want anyone else but you and we can’t seem to help him no matter how hard we try.” Ginny did her best to explain.

You felt like you were going to break out in a cold sweat any second now, “I-I don’t where I’d start Ginny. He has zero clue about all of this.” you gestured to your pregnant belly, “And I haven’t seen him in over 5 months, what would I even say to him?”

“You don’t need to worry about that okay? Your showing just enough that we can still hide it with an oversized jumper and some sweatpants. All you need to focus on right now is speaking with Draco, I know you don’t want to but I think he needs you Y/n.” Ginny explained.

You exhaled sharply as you thought about the many possibilities of how this could go, “Alright, I’ll change and we’ll go.”

When you arrived at the Potter’s home your feet stayed planted to the ground before you. “Y/n are you coming?” Ginny asked as she opened her front door.

Feeling the bile crawl up your throat you hesitated for a moment, “Y-yeah, yeah of course.” You bit your lip to hold back the bile in your mouth as you stepped into their home.

“Here let me take your coat and I’ll start us some tea.” Ginny told you as she shook your coat off of you and hurried away to the kitchen.

“Y/n? Oh I was really hoping you’d come.” Harry said to you as he exited the living room.

“Y-yeah. So where um, where is Draco?”

“He’s upstairs at the moment. I took him to our guest room hoping he’d sleep it off but that was only an hour ago, I bet he’s still awake up there.” Harry let you know.

You nodded at him before looking up at the dim lit stairwell and hesitantly making your ascend up the steps.

You stopped in front of the guest bedroom, you closed your eyes for a moment trying to prepare yourself to go in. You took a deep breath and turned the door knob which to your dismay revealed an intoxicated Draco Malfoy tossed in the sheets.

“Draco?” you whispered, “Draco are you awake?”

A barley conscious Draco jolted up from the bed, “Huh? Y-yeah I’m up what’s wro— Oh my god Y/n is that you?” He was shocked to see you standing before him nonetheless.

“Hi Draco.” you replied.

“W-what are you doing here?”

You moved closer to the end of the bed he was still sat in, “I came to see you. Ginny was over at my place earlier and she said I was needed here.”

You could see he looked ashamed, “Oh God, I’m so sorry Y/n she shouldn’t have bothered you with this.” Draco tried apologizing as he ran his hands through his messy blonde locks.

You sighed softly, “She didn’t bother me at all. She said you needed me, so here I am.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “And you actually came?”

“Well yeah, I’m standing right here aren’t I?” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I guess you’re right.” he agreed.

Your eyes narrowed in on the man before you, it had been far too long since you’ve seen that beautiful face. “So what’s going on Draco? Why’d you come looking for me now?”

“My mother told me everything.” He explained as your stomach turned.

“Sh-she did?”

“Yeah, she told me how she basically threatened your life. How her and my father made sure you were out of the picture, made sure I wasn’t able to love you.. or to love our unborn child.” Draco told you at the same time he wiped few tears away with his sleeve.

Your eyes went wide at his words, “So you know everything?”

“I do. She told me the entirety of it about two weeks ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since.”

Your heart dropped, “Draco I’m so—

“Don’t. Just- just hold on.” He was saying as he got out of bed, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” He apologized while attempting to fix his messy hair and unbuttoned shirt.

He stood before you staring at you in astonishment, “It’s amazing to see you Y/n.”

You smiled faintly at him feeling your cheeks heat up, “You too Draco.”

He exhaled slowly, “God Y/n, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. I thought you had moved away and started a whole new life.” Draco told you as his eyes began to water once more.

You gasped at the idea of Draco thinking you didn’t want him. “Draco, I’m so sorry. I-I thought I had no choice but to stay away from you, if I would’ve just realized your parents were lying then may—

“Stop, don’t do that.” He interrupted taking a few steps closer, you could see his fist clenched at his side in an effort to stop himself from reaching out for you. “Please don’t try to blame yourself. I should’ve looked harder for you, I just can’t believe you were still here the entire time.”

You let out a deep breath, “I know, but you couldn’t have known the truth.”

Draco nodded as he looked at you once again, but this time really looked at you. “Y/n, y-your belly it’s so, so—

“Pregnant?” you joked.

“Well yes but you are absolutely glowing. I just can’t believe that’s my baby in there.” Draco nervously said.

“Yes, yes he is.”

Draco’s mouth went wide, “Did you just say he?”

You could feel your heart flutter at his excitement. “I did.” you assured him.

“Oh. My. God. Wow, I-I have a son?” Tears brimmed at his eyes as he grinned ear to ear.

You nodded back at Draco, “I was thinking of naming him Scorpius.”

“Y-you remembered?” He could barley say between soft sniffles.

You smiled to yourself, “Of course I did. I just know he’s going to have your gorgeous blue eyes.”

Draco slowly approached you with caution until he saw that look in your eyes, the one that told him he never even had to ask your permission in the first place.

Gently he placed his hands on your belly softly caressing the womb that protected his son. “So perfect.” He whispered. “I can’t wait to meet you.” Draco told the little boy you were carrying.

Without warning his tender hands moved from your stomach to around your waist. Draco pulled you in close kissing you like it was yesterday. It was an intense kiss that made your entire body warm, his lips moved against yours like lightning and you were lost in him once again.

You both finally pulled away from each other to catch a breath when Draco gently cradled your face in his hands, “I love you, and before you say anything you don’t have to say it back. I just need you to know that okay? I need you to know that I love you and I’ve never stopped. I will never ever stop loving you and our son.”

You placed your hands on top of his own, “Well I do have something to say.” You told him as Draco could feel his palms turning clammy and his pulse race against time.

“I love you too.” you said with a beaming grin that Draco immediately reciprocated.

Without warning Draco had swooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bed, gently placing you on it.

You laid back against the sheets as Draco stared at you from above. “My beautiful, beautiful girl.” Draco kept repeating as he softly caressed your face. “My perfect girl carrying our perfect baby.” Draco cooed, his hands gently rubbing your belly now.

Watching Draco in awe of you and the baby you created together brought tears to your eyes that you just couldn’t help but let fall.

You smiled through soft sniffles and tears as you observed him only for Draco to notice you as well. “Y/n/n? Baby what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”

“N-no, no of course not” you tried to tell him between soft cries. “I’m happy Draco, I promise these are just the happy tears.” you smiled through them.

Draco let out a soft giggle, “Good, because I am going to do everything in my power to keep you and our boy happy, to keep our beautiful family safe. I adore you Y/n and I am just so beyond grateful I finally found you.”

“Me too Dray, me too.” You smiled at him.

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Harry Potter/Genshin Impact Crossover Fun🎉

for @kiraisastay my beta reader for the big fat Eldritch AU awhile back! :)

“…a genshin/Harry Potter crossover where reader (still fem) comes from genshin (so she has a vision) and tries to fit in at Hogwarts (would love for it to be set around the Goblet Of Fire so the hp characters in that age start maturing and actually understand what happens around them and aren't little kids , plus, y'know, YULE BALL), would also like for the reader to have a more stoic/emotionless personality with tragic past (so like having scars y'knowww) cuz it makes character building a lot more juicy ahah, but you can write it however you want tho!! (this can be funnier to write if you're feeling a lot creative)”

UGH sorry i took forever! im rlly bad at estimating time...

I hope this is a fun read at least, and thanks for much for taking on that eldritch monster fic awhile back lol

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Orbit: Long Headcanon/fic-thing (~2k words) - Harry Potter x Genshin Impact Crossover (4th Year)

Sun: Feminine Reader (she/her), Slytherin Reader, Reader is 15-16 year old.

Stars: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Viktor Krum, mentions of others.

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader has rough past, & Trigger Warnings: vague mentions of scars, Reader has bad relationship with parents.

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You’re so fucking happy your Cryo Vision came with you.

You knew you were in a different country, one you definitely had never been to before, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you where it was at first

Your first guess was Fontaine, but the robes and strange overuse of catalyst weapons (actually, only catalyst weapons??) began to convince you otherwise real quick,

Fontaine was just the closest country you could compare it to

yeah so obviously by the time u realized you shouldn't be waving a sword around, it was too late lmao, u scared the shit out of the potions shopkeeper and had to make a hasty exit

bc for some reason any other weapon than a catalyst is shamed here?? which makes no sense to you, as it seems like their “magic” here could just as easily be channeled into different weapons/items??

u guess not having monsters to randomly fight everytime u just wanna take a walk outside makes for a pretty peaceful world, and specifically this country ”England” or the “United Kingdom”

u had taken a week or so to re-orient yourself to this new world, how only a certain society knew about their magic, how there were no gods here, at least not any u could easily interact with, and that most people your age would be in school still???

while u could choose to pursue higher education or specialize in Sumeru’s Akademiya, basic schooling was still provided in every country in Teyvat up until about 15 years old

but at this point u were willing to do what it took to blend into this world, and u didnt want anyone to be asking how old u were/why u werent in school when you wandered around, so u went to Hogwarts

It also proved to be a good way to acquaint urself with the world/its magic and give u a place to better excuse any social or magical mistakes

But needless to say, u struggled, u had to constantly find some workaround for “magic” from the wands/catalysts in classes

and luckily they took u being a transfer student pretty smoothly, as u were just in time for the “Triwizard Tournament” to be announced and other schools were coming to participate, u easily got accepted in

and the only one who batted an eye at it was the weird old Headmaster, who u already suspected knew more abt u than he was letting on (Dumbledore seemed to have eyes everywhere the more u learned, which made u more suspicious of him too)

you'd been sorted into Slytherin, along with the Russian magical students, (Durmstrang?)

of which you had absolutely no frame of reference for how bad that was, other than being accused of literally being from the Abyss 💀

while the rest of the student body treated u with the basic contempt u learned all Slytherins just seemed to kind of get all the time, ur own house was a little more confusing when it came to you

some were curious abt all the scars, the strange glowing snowflake gem that u concealed on ur hip, what ur country was like and what the magic school over there was like (thank fuck for ur poker face and insane lying skills that made it believable)

(there was absolutely a rumor abt u pulling a sword on Filch at some point, u neither denied nor supported it)

the other half of the slytherins were all uptight about u possibly being a “Muggleborn” and sneered at u every chance they got (some weird blond kid a year or 2 below you??)

or they outright ignored u

tbh u didn't really get much genuine favor between Slytherins just being Slytherins and ur own reputation/cold disposition until Professor Snape saw how good u were at potions a month into this insanity

(it was just basic alchemy? nearly everyone, especially Vision-users, knew how to do it back home? why was it so special here?? u had this kind of question a lot in this world over most things, like the “muggles dont know abt magic” thing, it seem like more trouble than its worth.)

U both got along in the same way a cold-demeanor father bonds with his carbon copy cold-demeanor daughter lol

in which he invited u for tea sometimes out of polite extra teaching for “ur future plans of being a potion master, like myself”

which okay?? u were better than most ur age at potions bc of alchemy (which u learned is taught at higher levels of potion mastery) and its not like you've figured out how to get back to ur world anytime soon

so u just roll with that being ur “future career” for now, it makes the old emo professor happy so u figure why not

And its the first scrap of favor you’ve found here so it works

Tho u did complain at Snape for picking on Gryffindors, saying “ur rlly not helping that Slytherin reputation for tall dark and evil here”

He proceeded to make u clean and reorganize his potion stores for that lol

(Tho he did start to lighten up the more u picked on him abt it, the poor kid with huge round glasses followed you with his huge green eyes for weeks, he seems to be the only one who's really realized ur the one convincing Snape to mellow out)

U begin researching information (thanks to Snape) in the forbidden part of the library abt different worlds/time travel, anything thatd put u close to possibly getting back home

Or, to be honest, a portal would be better, bc youd like to come back here sometimes,

Its not like u have family back home (not any who you'd want to visit), mostly just a few good friends who'd be worried abt u (Childe misses his sparring partner for sure)

Which then leads u to noticing that boy with the black hair and big round glasses (was it smth like,,, harold sculptor? Atp that seems like a feasible name to you bc in this world parents rlly were cruel abt naming their kid “feathery” or smth wild)

Harold and two others, one with fluffy long hair, and the other a redhead,

Were attempting to “spy” on u from behind bookshelves or at tables seated near the forbidden section

U saw them learn the times u came there and how they made sure to match them (tho it seems the redhead got bored easily and begged to eat instead)

You'd actually managed to make friends with some Durmstrang friends in the meantime too

And by that u mean Viktor Krum mostly

Ppl were constantly obsessed with him and he'd managed to escape up the astronomy tower to get some peace and quiet,

Only to run into u reading away, and he'd heard abt ur reputation, and wanted to befriend u

U two got along rlly well, lots of peaceful silences, and chill convos, esp since u guys had some stuff in common

Mostly how ur both foreign to Hogwarts/this country and adjusting still

Anyway that is to say, Viktor teased u abt the ducklings following u around everywhere thinking they were sneaky

And this was a routine u got used to, until it was time for the tournament

You hadnt bothered to put ur name in, u didnt feel like risking ur life for no reason afterall

So needless to say u were pissed when rumors went around abt u putting Harol- Harry's name in the goblet

(u finally learned his name, apparently he's famous for not dying? As a baby?? A powerful tyrant evil wizard wanted to kill him as a baby??? Just,, why)

Not only that but then he was obligated to be in the tournament???

U knew there was smth insane abt this school, bringing back this crazy tournament in the first place, somehow getting Harry's name in the goblet,

but u didn't think they were batshit crazy.

(Dumbledore is not helping his case in your eyes, esp as u suspect he’s got Snape involved in his BS too somehow…)

So needless to say you were going to fix this mess since these seasoned “wizard adults” weren't 😒

You snuck into the Great Hall using a high level alchemy invisibility amulet, and used ur Cryo vision to extinguish the Goblet of Fire 💀

It reset the game, and luckily they were able to resubmit the champions to the Triwizard Tournament and hide away the Goblet before it got tampered with again

Lol u got Harry out of it, and it wasnt until later in the library that u get cornered by the Gryffindor fourth year himself

He admits to seeing u under his invisibilty cloak that night and thanks you for getting him out of that hell, poor kid looks so grateful 😭

But regardless of that, he insists u tell him abt the ice spell u used, how u used it wandless, with no incantation, etc.

You just gave him a small smile (his big green eyes look even more shocked behind the glasses, what, was that old professor right? do u rlly not smile that much?) and tell him he owes u one

He agrees and u go on ur way to the forbidden section

(U dont explain the ice, afterall, who would believe him? You werent even that much older, and only “master wizards” could do what u did)

After that, Harry starts to follow u around a lot more,

much to the annoyance of his redhead friend (Rodrick? Rocky? smth with a R-) and the absolute admiration of the younger girl with big hair

the champions start the first trial, and u help Viktor out with a plan to defeat the dragon and get the egg in one piece (u had lots of experience with monsters after all, and Viktor and Snape, who couldn't keep his big nose out of your business, were simultaneously disturbed and yet not surprised by this information)

it works flawlessly, and that's when you notice the new DA teacher acting suspicious

as the champions gear up for the 2nd trial, u help Viktor try to figure out the egg’s secrets,

Both Harry and Hermione have taken to interrupting ur library research time (u finally learned her name, but not the redhead, he seemed a bit rude tbh so u don't care to know)

after brainstorming (well more like talking at the brick wall that was Snape) with the old potions professor over tea gossip time again, u finally figure out how to get the egg open without screaming, and tell Viktor

Who thanks u by taking u to the Yule Ball, but u only manage the first dance before u get absorbed in the food and the cool decor, and u also convince him to gossip with u in the corner too

(u do appreciate having a reason to dress up at least, as you attempt to imitate the Tsaritsa herself with this dress)

U notice further on into the night that Hermione ran out looking upset, and ur “girl’s girl” instinct kicks in, (regardless of ur neutrality for her, u lie to urself) and follow her outside to comfort her

u talk, and tho ur cold demanour did intimidate her a little, after she realized u were genuinely trying to help her, she took u up on the offer, and asked if u two could be friends since she’s “surrounded by stupid Gryffindor boys all the time”

u agreed amused, and convinced her to join Viktor and u in ur gossip session, which Harry (after humiliating himself on the dance floor), joined in later as well

(You may or may not have iced the floor secretly under the redhead’s and the equally annoying prissy Slytherin blonde’s feet, sending them sprawling on top of each other, so neither would come bother u four)

Over the next week you hear from Hermione’s researching/studying sessions with you that Ron did apologize to her, of which u advised her to get revenge on him anyway lmao

Harry at one point came groaning and complaining to you abt Cedric bothering him abt the egg problem, and u went ahead and gave it to him

Finally the next task was here, something abt rescuing smth underwater that mattered to each of the champions

u were immediately on ur guard when Dumbledore called u and 3 other seemingly random ppl to ur office (but u began to connect the dots after realizing one of them was the little sister of the Fontai- French Champion)

only to deflect the spell that would've knocked u out, and instead pretend to be knocked out

u obv kept ur Vision on u at all times, as always, and realized what was happening as the teachers levitated u all out to the lake

Snape snapped about being the one in charge of you, (and lowkey told u he knew u were awake, did he sound a little,, proud?? no, not Snape surely of all ppl)

Viktor did end up fishing you out, which he said u “looked like a very unhappy drenched old tom cat” while swimming to shore, (u awkwardly pat him on the back for thinking ur the best part of Hogwarts, and then smacked him for getting u kidnapped to go into a freezing lake)

and u also ended up helping Viktor rescue the other girl left behind, and froze some of the mermaids’ tails in the water for their trouble

Fleur was so grateful that she came to hunt you (and Viktor too at the time) for helping her and her sister that she came to thank u two again while at the library

which then led to her sometimes hanging around ur table at the library (everyone avoids it like the plague initially bc of you, but now youve got a gaggle of wizards rotating out all the time, like the younger years Harry/Hermione/Ron, Viktor, and now Fleur)

by the time the third trial rolls around, youve taken to bullying the prissy blonde brat a year below you to keep him from not only bothering Harry and Hermione, but also ur own peace and quiet

The other Slytherins are beginning to warm up to you, or at least not actively ignore you, since you’ve been hanging around Viktor Krum, along with gaining favor from Snape more obviously (he’d plopped a singular towel in ur lap after getting out of the lake, and u might as well have “Snape’s Favorite” written across ur forehead for all that means)

(also some of them may or may not find u roasting the annoying blonde bully kid amusing too)

it isn't until u see the creepy retired Aura (or whatever they call their knights) DA professor milling about the castle more, nearer the Gryffindor tower, that you begin to warn Harry to spread the word among his little lion club to not travel alone, esp in the evenings

(u don't like how his weird rolling blue eye looks thru you, it reminds u of Dumbledore)

by the time the third trial is finally announced, you have ur sights set on that weird old man, and end up following him to his classroom at one point,

in which he cracks open a rattling trunk, tosses some food in, and seems to have definitely stolen what you assume to be the Triwizard trophy

he casts a spell on it, and you put on that same invisibiltiy amulet from alchemy to better follow him, and watch him sneak into Dumbledore’s office to return the trophy

(You break the “portkey” spell you find on it)

(you also leave a note behind on the headmaster’s desk to look into a trunk in the new DA professor’s classroom storage, and to be more careful hiring the next one.)

Harry somehow gets sucked into the maze you find out, and you end up sneaking in to save him, using your sword and Cryo Vision to battle him out

(finally, Archons, you didnt realize how much you'd miss fighting monsters)

Aurors descend upon Hogwarts, only just after the trial ends, and Viktor wins (you trained him too well for him to not, and may or may not have viciously sparred with him a little too much for him to not be a little afraid of the consequences of losing after you helped him so much lol)

Just as Harry is taken in by Dumbledore for questioning of how he got trapped in the maze, he runs back to nearly squeeze the life out of you in a hug, he tells you thanks for helping him again (and forced u to promise to teach him sword fighting or “ice magic”)

Then, surprisingly, the entirety of Durmstrang (and some Slytherins??) haul you up into the air with Viktor to celebrate his victory

(You can see Snape snickering at ur misery in the air)

Viktor and Fleur stay penpals, and the “golden trio” (more like “gryffindor triplets”) sticks around your library table

and you think you could start to get used to this, and Harry, Hermione, and Snape had gotten you a Yule/winter gift

(what’s Christmas. and why is everyone obsessed with decorating trees??)

…that is until Hermione looks over your shoulder one day at your usual reading table, and points to a book you’ve chosen for research,

saying “if you need to make a portal somewhere, that’s the book you should be looking in.”

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i hope you liked it!! and that it wasn't too much of a clusterfuck/chaos that was barely readable 😅

again, thanks for being patient with me, and here's finally ur payment for dealing with my ass lmao

Happy late new year!!

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Why are you looking at me like that ? Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

Slytherin reader

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You walked to potions. Once again late. Luckily professor snape likes you as you never get detention.

As you entered you noticed Snape wasn’t there and quickly sat down next to Mattheo who smiled softly at you. You quickly got your books out and smiled back at him

“Hey your late again?” He whispered as he took down notes

“Nothing new” you smiled

“Miss l/n you didn’t think I wouldn’t have noticed you come in?” His deep voiced made your eyes widened he the professor cocked a brow

“Sorry professor I was up late doing assignments” you sheepishly smiled as you handed him the assignment

“I’ll accept it” you hear a bunch of Gryffindors mumble

“Silence 10 points from Gryffindor for your childishness” you saw potter glare at you

“What the hell is potters problem?” You spat his last name like it was poison Mattheo clearly amused bumped shoulders with you chuckling.

“He’s just jealous because he got detention for 3 days and you got off with nothing but a smile” Draco said smirking

“Today we are brewing draught of living death. You will be put into pairs. First pair to succeed gets rewarded 50 points. Each” snape read out the pairs

“Y/n your with Mr.Riddle today” you nodded smiling at the boy

“Mattheo I expect you learn from y/n and do not blow up another cauldron and waste my inventory” Y/n snickered as her friend nodded frantically.

You followed the book and used a few tips professor snape taught you a while ago with the potion. Mattheo tried chopping a

beans but one went flying hitting Ron on the head.

“Ow! Who the bloody hell did that” the ginger looked around the room rubbing his head. You grabbed Mattheos arm to steady yourself from laughing too hard. He leaned into you. You took a deep breath to compose yourself from all that laughing.

“You supposed to squish it not chop” you took the knife demonstrating it

“But the book says cho-“

“The book is wrong in some parts. This is a easier technique a wise man taught me this trick” professor snape heard your words when coming over to asses your potion

“You two are doing great 20 points to Slytherin. Keep it up” a small smile came from the professor as he strutted over to tell off the Gryffindors

As you stirred the potion you felt Mattheo staring. You looked up at smiled cheesily

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You laughed as all you got as a response was a big smile

“Can’t I look at a pretty lady?” He cocked his head to the side taking one of your muggle pens and putting it in his mouth smirking

“Don’t chew them. They will explode” you inputted as you continued you stir the potion until you thought it was done a blush slowly settled on your cheeks. he quickly took it out with wide eyes

“Explode? How are you allowed these in here?” You laughed at his response

“Noo not like that the ink will come out that’s all” a wave of relief hit him as he put it back in his mouth

“Y/n?” You hummed in response attention still on the bubbling Potion

“I know this is an odd place to ask this. But you would like to go on a date with me this weekend. To Hogsmeade?” You we’re about to respond when all of a sudden Mattheo was covered in red ink from biting down on the pen nervously.

“Oh Mattheo!” You quickly grabbed a wet cloth and cleaned his face.

“What did I tell you about biting it” the boy just sighed slightly embarrassed and still nervous

“As for your question… yes I will go with you” you cleaned his mouth slowly. Your eyes meeting his he grinned. Teeth all red

“It’s a date” you smiled brightly

“Mr.Riddle what have you done now?!” Professor snape sighed looking at the mess

“Well you two were the first to complete the potion 150 points to Slytherin” the class groaned as you hugged Mattheo getting red ink on your blouse.

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Fred Weasley x Reader - At Last

For the amazing @beeroses who requested this story for my 3.6k drabble challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Prompt - You kissed me last night / And you didn't stop me

“Just talk to him, Y/n/n,” Angelina urged as she pulled Y/n up the staircase towards the Gryffindor Common Room. 

“And say what, Angelina?” Y/n snapped back, trying and failing to fight against her friend's grip. 

“Y/n/n, you’ve liked Fred for as long as I’ve known you, and last night he kissed you, don’t you think that means something?” Angelina insisted, but her words only made Y/n sigh.

Y/n had had a crush on Fred Weasley since their first year at Hogwarts…and that’s why she was terrified to talk to him about last night. 

Gryffindor had won a Quidditch match against Slytherin; which meant that they were celebrating in typical Gryffindor style, with a party. 

And it was during the late hours of the party when most people were beginning to leave and go back to their dorm room, that Fred kissed Y/n. 

They’d both been drinking; that’s what gave Y/n the confidence to kiss him back like she did, with absolutely no hesitation.

But that’s also why she was scared; because all she could think about was that it was simply just a drunken kiss. 

A mistake. 

That’s why she didn’t want to talk to him.

“Fred, just the guy we were looking for,” Angelina beamed, letting go of Y/n's arm, watching as the ginger twins walked up the staircase.

“Am I just invisible?” George questioned, with a confused look on his face.

“Talk to him,” Angelina whispered in Y/n's ear before grabbing George’s arm,  pulling him away, despite his protests. 

“Y/n/n-” Fred began, but he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Y/n's voice interrupted him.

“You kissed me last night,” she stated, a shaky breath leaving her lips as her y/e/c eyes met his. 

“I did,” Fred answered softly, walking up a few steps so that he was closer to Y/n, “And you didn’t stop me.”

“Was it…was it a mistake?” Y/n stuttered out, trying to ignore how her heartbeat quickened when she realized just how close they were to one another. 

Her question caught him off guard.

“A mistake?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing in confusion as hers moved to the ground.

“We’d been drinking…”

“Love, the only thing that was a mistake, was that I waited so long to do it,” Fred admitted , raising his hand to her face, his index finger tilting her head up, so that their eyes met once again.

“But don’t worry,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip, as he wrapped his other hand around her waist, “I won’t be making that mistake again.”

The last word of his sentence had barely left his lips before his eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips against hers, softly. 

Closing the distance between them completely. 

And just like the night before; Y/n didn’t hesitate in kissing him back. 

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i feel like everyone and their mother has spoken about this before but james potter is 100% the biggest puppy bf i've ever witnessed in literature !! like bro has MAXIMUM puppy dog stats

he's the kind of bf to INSIST UPON carrying your textbooks/bags for you and escort you to your classes class,,, like he would literally REFUSE to not do either of them,,, he gets so worked up about it that it's actually kind of pathetic (in a cute way),,,

you wouldnt even be able to carry them for 5 mins in his presence before he's scooping them out of your arms ("james i quite obviously have two perfectly functioning hands just let me hold my books pls" and his completely serious response would be "but im your bf??? and my hands are also free rn??? it's literally my job to hold your books just stfu and let me")

continuing the escorting headcanon he always ends up having to sprint to off to try and make it to his own class in time BDAHBFDH as soon as you retreive your books and walk into the classroom you try to look back and thank him,,, but there's literally just a cartoonish cloud of smoke where he stood not even 5 seconds prior (he insists that it's a good warmup for his quiddich practice)

he's also the kinda bf to literally SHOVE himself in front of you to beat you to the door, just so he can open it, dramatically wave his hand, bow, and say something cringey like "for you, my lady/liege" (BARF THATS SO CUTE IM LITERALLY GOING TO THROW UP)

OMG ALSO HE'S JUST INSANELY OBSERVANT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU????? to the point where it would be considered creepy if it wasnt james,, yknow?? there was definitely a time where upon meeting you at the door of the potions class you just finished (yes he is flushed, out of breath and sweating,,, no, he isnt going to admit that he sprinted from his C.F.M.C class 5mins early to make sure he met you at the door in time) and he does a double take and looks genuinely concerned before saying "???? pookie??? what happened to your hair???? did you do something different?? it looks different from when i saw you this morning !! D:" queue you responding with "?? wtf? i cut off a singular strand of hair for one of the potions how the actual fuck did you notice that??"

he is so babygirl i love it

i swear im not even a james stan but i can't help but ramble abt his bbygirlness

hes such a puppy dog bf

he just has the biggest heart eyes for you bro ( -3-) follows you around like a lost puppyyyyy

you dont just have him wrapped around your finger - you have him tattooed and superglued onto you istg

#lord when is it my turn to be happy #PUPPYDOG BF JAMES CANON IDC IDC #bbygirl james potter #just a quick little ramble before i go do schoolwork LMAO #unedited pls dont judge too harshly #q's journal #harry potter #marauders #hp marauders #marauders era #harry potter imagines #hp imagines #hp headcanon #marauders headcanon #marauders x reader #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter headcanons #james potter x reader #marauders imagines

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Unlike The Rest: Gits

(Eventual) George Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Prompt: The announcement of the Tri-Wizard tournament creates drama.

Word Count: 1894

Reader: Female

Warning: None

Author’s Note: Where are all the George Weasley fanfics? I'm back in my HP phase and I've already read all of them. AO3 too. This was written before I fell off the face of the Earth too so no promises my skills are up to par.

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You let out a chuckle as you watch the boys become mesmerized. The ladies of Beauxbatons let out sighs and dreamy looks as they parade down the center of the Great Hall. They were indeed angel-like creatures but the reaction was a bit overdramatic. The boys are drooling, hooting, and standing. It was quite entertaining, honestly. You take a glance over at the Gryffindor table, the look on Ron’s face sends you into fits of giggles.

Next, the boys of Durmstrang come through the doors. Well, men of Durmstrang. Whatever is in their water in the north, you need it here. The men are doing flips, twisting their staffs and it’s very entrancing. This time, the girls are the ones drooling. They were, indeed, very attractive. What catches you off guard, though, is the last two people who enter.

Viktor Krum and Igor Karkaroff.

Your mouth opens slightly, staring at the two. Viktor Krum was a legend himself, just recently coming out of the Quidditch World Cup. You honestly didn’t realize how young he was. There are whispers and gasps echoing throughout the room. But, you’re not focused on him. 

Igor Kararoff was known for all the wrong reasons. You’ve heard his name whisper throughout your household for a few months now. Doing some research during the first few months back at school, you’ve learned his history. He was a Death Eater, being one of the ones who were sent to Azkaban. He was only pardoned because he gave up the names of his fellow Death Eaters. Maybe he was a changed man, but with the attack that just happened, you were still a bit nervous that he was here.

“Oi, looks like (Y/N) has her eye on someone.” Alfred points out causing the guys around you to sound off while the girls go straight to whispering. Cedric just laughs and shakes his head at his friends, the idea humoring him. “Malfoy and Krum, an interesting pair that would be.” He continues, you roll your eyes at their assumptions.

Switching your focus from the performance, you look past them to the Gryffindor table once again. Ron had a starstruck expression on her face while Hermione had a glare, you were glad to see she recognized the former Deatheater as well. Scanning further, a particular redhead duo catches your eye.

The twins were in deep conversation, Fred gesturing adamantly as George hung his head in defeat. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what they were talking about to make George so uncharacteristically shy. He then raises his chin slightly, making eye contact with you and panicking. He quickly hits his brother on the shoulder before gesturing towards you. Fred turns and smirks, saying something to him before sending you a goofy wave and forcing George to send one too. It causing you to let out a giggle before smiling back at them.

Cedric watches the whole thing, noticing the small blush that comes onto your face when you made eye contact with the taller ginger. He shakes his head fondly at you, “I’m sure you already have eyes on someone particular.” He slyly comments and nods his head toward the said person. 

A small smile appears on your face as you shake your head at him. Cedric knew of your crush on George and loved to tease you about it. He was the first to figure it out and the first to point out anything remotely flirtatious that went on between the two of you. He was a cheerleader for the complicated relationship you had with the ginger, supporting your continuous breakdowns about him over the years.

And, oh, were there many.

Without realizing it, you were absently staring right at George as you thought about the time you realized you had a crush on him. It was back in fourth year, Fred and Lee had disappeared in the crowd on the way to Hogsmeade so it left the two of you alone. You spent the whole day together, laughing and having fun. You didn’t even remember your two friends who abandoned you in the first place.

When you came back tothe dorms, you found Cedric sitting in the common room with a muggle book in his lap. He chuckled as you nervously blurted out your newly discovered feelings about the ginger, relieved that you finally figured it out.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, looking back on the fond memory. George turns his head and makes eye contact with you once again. You share a dumb smile before he sends a wink your way. Cedric lets out a booming laugh when you start getting flustered. Your face flames up and you turn away, mumbling stuff under your breath about how unfair it was to be that attractive.

Cedric sets a gentle hand on your shoulder, patting it comfortingly. You let out an exasperated sigh and fall into his chest, “He’s going to be the death of me, Cedi.”

“I’m sure you’ll die happy then.”

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The castle already felt overcrowded with the extra bodies and they haven’t even been there for twelve hours; the rush back to the dorms after the announcement last night was ridiculous. You almost got trampled over three different Durmstrang hoards. You weren’t as lucky as Collin Creevey, poor boy got crushed by a sea of Beauxbeatons girls.

The great hall was surprisingly empty for having the additional schools being there. Most people were either showing their new friends around, sleeping in, or waiting around the cup to see who has the bravery to put their name in. It was nice to have a break from the chaos that occurred in such a short amount of time.

The twins immediately spot you once you walk through the doors of the Great Hall as if they’ve been waiting for you all morning. They wave you over, the mischievous smiles on their faces make you want to turn around and pretend you never came down here.

The boys separate and make room for you on the bench, allowing you to sit in your unspoken designated spot between the two. “Good morning, boys.” You mumble a greeting before reaching for a pancake.

“Mornin’.”

“Well, don’t you look rather ravishing today?” Fred compliments once you're settled with a plate full of food. “Doesn’t she, George?”

“I’ve never been graced with anyone more beautiful in my presence.” He dreamily says, gently pushing a piece of hair out of your face. You freeze in confusion, the dry pancake hanging out of your mouth as their words process in your tired brain. Ravishing? You were still in your pajama pants and sweatshirt that you were certain was your brother’s. Beautiful? Your hair was in disarray, more strands were out of your ponytail than in it by this point.

This wasn’t out of character for George, but Fred? You couldn’t recall the last time he complimented a sweater you wore. Realization washes over you when you put the two together...

“What do you two gits want?” You spit out and going back to your food. Fred lets out his infamous offended scoff, pressing a hand to his chest which makes you roll your eyes. You stab at the breakfast at your plate as you wait for them to answer. They silently communicate over your head, sending each other looks and mouthing words. “Just let it out, will ya.”

“So, we’ve been thinking--”

“--That’s never good--” You immediately quip while looking over the rim of your cup, hiding the smile that appears when Fred rolls his eyes.

“We, the brave and daring Gryffindors we are, would like to enter the Triwizard tournament.” The older ginger announces and you to choke on the pumpkin juice. “So, we are trying to make an age potion. We have the base of the potion but we are having trouble with the rest.” He pulls out a muggle notebook and a pencil, a list of the ingredients and directions ripped out of a book taped to it. “So, we need your expertise.”

“Are you guys mental?” You immediately scold, an onslaught of worrying thoughts flooding your brain. “There is no reason for the two of you to put your name in that cup. You would be risking your lives for what? Get your name out there? People already know the people behind the outrageous pranks.”

Fred opens his mouth to defend himself but is cut off by you continuing your ranting. You were absolutely fuming at them. How could they put themselves in danger like this? People knew who they were and they shouldn’t risk their lives for a dumb prize. “You guys aren’t even old enough to put your name in the cup, why do you think you could win it if you even got in the damn thing?”

“And Cedric can?” Fred dares to challenge you. The grip on your cup tightens at the mention of Cedric planning to put his name in the cup. You honestly didn’t want him to but you knew if he got picked he would kick ass. He’s excelled at all his classes and he has shown how talented he can be. Cedric wanted to volunteer for the challenge, not the rewards.

“Cedric has been at the top of our class since first year. He’s proven himself worthy on many occasions and has the mental capacity to handle the challenges they put him through. You two are not Cedric.” You simply state, voice scarily steady. It’s not that you didn’t think they had the skill to survive, it’s just that you were scared to lose them. Yea, you were scared to lose Cedric as well, but you knew his passion would perceive above all. “What do you guys even want to be in it for?”

“The money.” Fred instantly answers, you let out a scoff. You knew their dreams of opening a joke shop but risking their lives when there was an easier way to do that was not the way to go.

“You guys are so stupid.” You shake your head and get up out of your seat. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room in fear that you would snap and say something you would regret later. “I can’t believe you two would risk your lives for a little bit of cash.”

“We don’t have money as you do, Malfoy, so I don’t even want to hear it.” Fred has the audacity to continue the argument as George stares down at his food. “Some of us have to work harder to afford what we want.”

You physically flinch at his direct insult to your family. It takes you back to the time your first year when the feud between the three of you was at its peak. It made your blood boil, “Well, Weasley, don’t come crying back to me when you’re on your deathbed because you use the last two of your combined brain cells to enter yourself in the most dangerous competition in Wizarding history.” And with that, you turn on your heel and storm down the aisle. A few people’s heads turn your way but you don’t pay mind to them. It was a matter of life or death when it came to the Tri-Wizard tournament and those two numb skulls didn’t see the severity of it.

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SHE CAN'T COMPARE

Pairings: George Weasley x fem!reader Summary: George's girlfriend broke up with him, and he tells you why Warnings: mentions of a break up Note: I'M ALIVE!

you were sat on the gryffindor couch, next to Fred and Angelina as you waited for George to show up.

no one had seen him since the morning and you were starting to get worried.

you had been informed that he got broken up with earlier that day by his now ex after you were looking for him.

her response was short and rushed, making it more than clear to you that she didn't want to be talking about it.

but it was her cold and harsh tone that made you believe something bad happened.

after a while of just sitting around you sighed and got up

"that's it, i'm looking for him" you looked at your two friends as they looked up with a look that asked 'are you sure?'

"something might of happened to him, or he just needs someone right now, you guys head to bed" you grabbed your sweater and headed out of the common room

you looked around corridors and courtyards, trying to find his large, lanky figure somewhere sitting around, moping

you sighed before climbing up the steep stairs of the astronomy tower

you had thrown on your sweater well before leaving the main castle to escape the winters' night

you finally got to the top and noticed his dark figure leaning against the side, his back to you as he stared off into the mountains in the distance

you walked over to him and held your breath, not sure what reaction you would get from him for being here

"Georgie?" you whispered as you stood behind him,

you heard him sigh "hey, love"

his tone didn't hold the amount of sadness you would of expected

"i heard what happened, are you alright?" you said quietly as you went beside him, looking at his face as he stared up at the stars

"yeah I'm fine" usually, you wouldn't believe that statement, but from the look on his face when he said it, almost made you think he really was ok

"did she tell you why she... you know?" you spoke carefully

"i never loved her the way i should of.." he clicked his tongue

he really didn't seem sad or disappointed, although you sensed a tone of regret

George had been your best friend since childhood, your fathers working together in the ministry meant going over for dinner a few times a month to almost once a week when you and the twins complained about not seeing each other for a while, having connected instantly.

you knew him like the back of your hand, but right now, you couldn't. you couldn't read him, he just seemed, dull, or deep in thought

"what do you mean? it seemed like you loved her a lot" you frowned

he shook his head with a chuckle

"she never compared" was all he said

"George?" you tilted your head

for the first time tonight, he looked down at you, but with a smile

he chuckled again dryly before looking back up at the sky

"of course she didn't compare" he murmured

"compare to what, George?"

George took a deep breath before speaking "to you"

you looked down at your feet, confused by his words, what did he mean?

after a moment of silence he spoke up again, taking it that you didn't understand

"I didn't love her, hell how could I?"

you looked up and saw him already staring at you

you were still frowning, not computing any of this

"how could I possibly love her when you're right there?" he shook his head, towering over you

it was only then when you realised how close you were, you felt his cold breath fanning over your face as he stared at you intently, but softly

"I don't-" you started before he cut you off

"-she told me she loved me, guess what i said" he huffed

you shrugged "what'd you say?" you asked softly

"i said 'i love you too, Y/n' can you believe that? all the times throughout all the 6 months of us dating and all the i love yous, i chose today to say your name instead of hers" he smiled in amusement

you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it

"i mean sure, i cared about her.. but at the end of the day, it's always been you, it would never be her and she realised that, i feel like she always knew"

"George..." you looked up at him in surprise as he gazed at you.

his eyes held a longing that almost made you weak in the knees, they held a passion and a type of love that made butterflies fly around your stomach

they held such care and softness that made you want to fall into his arms and stay there forever

you've had feelings for George ever since you can remember, but never acted upon it in fear he only saw you as a friend, or worse, a sister.

it could of been the way he teased you over everything, but in a nice way

or it could of been they way he always made you laugh

or the way he kissed your cheek before going off to bed

or the way he always got you your favourite treat from honeydukes without asking

or the way he always stood up for you.

you don't know what it was that made you fall for him, but you did, hard

"i should've known, all these years i've felt something for you, how could it of taken me a girlfriend to realise that i couldn't love anyone but you?" he shook his head in disappointment

"George..." you smiled sadly

"my heart calls your name, even without me knowing it, without me having to try.. my heart belongs to you, it always has" he stepped forward

you smiled up at him but raised your eyebrows, realising he's said all these beautiful things except the 3 words he's been trying to say this whole time

he saw your smile and grinned before pulling you into his arms

you instantly relaxed into his warmth as his strong arms wrapped around you

"i love you" he whispered

"I couldn't tell" you said sarcastically with a teasing smile on your face

"shut up" he shook his head with a laugh

you look up at him, resting your chin on his chest as he holds you

"i love you too, George" you smiled, emphasising his name, still teasing him

"since when are you the tease?" he raised an eyebrow

"ever since you became a softy" you smirked

"I'd rather be soft for you than anyone else" he shrugged

"we should get back to the castle, it's probably way past curfew now" you tried pulling away but he wouldn't let you

"not so fast love, are you forgetting something?" he raised his eyebrows

"what am i forgetting?" you tilted your head

"the best way of showing love and affection" he smirked

you frowned before you felt his lips on yours

the kiss was short and sweet before he let you go to hold your hand and leading you down the tower, going back to the castle.

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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!

omg girl of course

A/N: @areislol i know you are asleep but here is something nice for you to wake up too :))

HP Preference: How they Comfort You After you are Stood Up on Valentines Day

Harry Potter

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

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

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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hiiii! I’d really like a Draco Malfoy x fem!slytherin!reader where they used to be BEST friends and started to date, but then ended up breaking up on bad terms (due to some angsty miscommunication). so it’s basically like best friends to exes to lovers but in the end it’s super fluffy and Draco’s a little simp even tho that’s lowkey ooc

'friendships end' - draco malfoy

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It’s been a long time since you’ve heard from Draco Malfoy, which is unusual. Typically, he likes to make his presence known. Yet it’s been many months since his owl sent word of his exploits, or the last time he sought you out in the Slytherin common room to explain at length the latest novelties to come his way. You used to love that, you know– the trust, the confidence in you to hear him out– but now you love the silence more, or so you tell yourself. Then again, you suppose the emptiness is your fault. After all, you’re the one who broke up with him. 

You hadn’t wanted to, of course. Not really. In the heat of yet another argument, you’d convinced yourself that a breakup would be good, but in the time since then, you’ve only been spiraling into memories of what had been yours before you took it all away. You had been happier with Draco, hadn’t you? Now all you can do is second-guess yourself and wonder if you had been wrong to end the one brilliant thing that had belonged to you and no one else.

It had been inevitable that you and Draco would start dating. That’s what your other friends of Slytherin House had said, at least, when the news broke. It seemed like the entirety of Hogwarts had known within a few hours of your first date together. Gossip spreads like wildfire in a school like this, and as it turns out, more than a few of your fellow students had been expecting you two to get together for quite some time.

At first, it had seemed like yet another victory in your pocket. Draco loved you and you loved him. The two of you were the talk of the town. Stealing Draco’s heart might have been the best hat-trick you’d ever pulled off, and he might say the same thing about you. You traded scarves and stole his jackets, bought each other roses and studied side by side in the common room every night, borrowing glances when you were sure the other wasn’t looking. Every move felt like a miracle– look at this person, who loves only me. Somehow, I managed to make them fall in love with me, despite all odds and all other people, and now they’ll be mine forever.

Only– forever isn’t a true thing, not in the wizarding world, and certainly not in fast-paced Slytherin. Every day, there are new battles to be fought, more prizes to be won, and victories that can be won by one person and one person only. You and Draco stopped competing together and started fighting against each other to secure the top places. Instead of being happy for each other when you got high exam scores, it felt like more nails in your coffin. Wouldn’t he grow tired of you if you couldn’t get your grades up? And he went to bed afraid, lay up all night wondering, wouldn’t you move on if Draco couldn’t win more Quidditch games?

Regardless if the two of you actually depended that much on each other’s academic and personal successes for your love to flourish, it certainly felt that way. The other Slytherin students, which at first had welcomed your relationship with open arms, turned against you, whispering to each other like snakes whenever you passed them in the corridors. Nowhere felt safe except by each other’s side, and then not even that. You swore Draco was mocking you to Crabbe and Goyle. He thought you were bad-mouthing him to Pansy and Astoria. 

And then, after weeks of rumors and indecision, it all came to a fiery head. You accused each other of not actually caring about each other and lying about what you’d done and worse things, too. When the voices were raised and the words got bad, you pulled for the last weapon you had up your sleeve and announced that you wanted to break up with him. You were assuming that Draco would recognize the move for what it was, a last-ditch attempt for him to realize that you were on fragile ground, but instead his eyes just flashed and he agreed that separation would be best for you two.

All of a sudden, it was over. Years in the making, only months in the having. The two of you have never been able to do anything but escalate a situation– grades, love, and this, now– so of course Draco would never back down from a fight. One of you always had to be better. One of you always had to have the last laugh. And now you’re both alone, forever on opposite sides of a classroom or common room, staring daggers at each other’s backs because it’s the only glimpse you’ll ever be able to catch of the person who had once sworn to love you forever.

It’s terrible because not only have you lost your love, you’ve lost your friend. You and Draco were the best of friends before you started dating, it’s why you felt confident enough to risk your heart on a Malfoy. You knew he would never hurt you because he never has, and then he did. Sitting with the broken fragments of your heart in your hands, your first instinct was to go to Draco about this, and then the truth slowly sunk in that you couldn’t, that you never could trust him with your honesty again. Draco knew every part of you, broken and bare, good and bad and ugly, and he ended things anyway. If Draco Malfoy can break your heart, then where is the proof that love could ever exist anywhere again?

Friendships end. Friendships always end. You know this to be true. Either by sudden death or slow drifting, best friends never stay that way forever. You’ll have irreconcilable differences that lead to jaded arguments, or time will intervene and you’ll stop seeing each other around, then stop making attempts to care. You’ve chosen the first end, it seems, but since when would anything with you and Draco end with a lackluster indifference? You would either pledge yourselves to each other forever or go out with enough chill to ice you both out for good. There was no world in which you could go quietly.

Perhaps this is true, perhaps it was meant to be all along that two people so ambitious and excitable as you two could never end with anything but terror, but Merlin, if you don’t hate it now. You straggle from class to class, hardly able to convince yourself to put in the effort to care about what you’re learning. You’ll lock in long enough to study for exams, and turn in halfway decent papers, of course, but your heart isn’t in it anymore.

And how could it? You have no heart. It’s gone, lost to you forever in the annex of a corridor a few turns away from the Slytherin common room, where Draco stalked away from you, unaware or perhaps not caring about the blood he tracks wherever he goes. He ripped your heart in two and washed his hands of the agony. You wish you could do the same, but every new day just reminds you of how much you wish you were with him.

Still, you move on, or you try to, at least. Draco clearly has. He hardly spares a word for you, not even a gloating reminder that he’s got the upper hand since he isn’t wallowing in self-pity on a day-to-day basis. He’s simply busy all of the time, too busy for you. You’re not so busy that you don’t notice it, and certainly not busy enough that it wouldn’t hurt.

Yes, you miss Draco, but who wouldn’t? What a time in your life. There are some people in life that you simply won’t be able to forget, and you have a feeling that Draco Malfoy is one of them. As much as you would love to push him into the past and lock him up with all the other dusty relics of times long since gone, he refuses to be barricaded with the rest of your childhood playthings and old friends.

He’s always been too ambitious for his own good, hasn’t he? And so have you. It’s what drew the two of you together in the first place, and it’s what drew you apart. You try to use that same strength to push yourself onwards and upwards, and it works for a time, but never completely. You can throw yourself back into your studies and spend your free time laughing with friends, but there will always come a time at the end of the day in which you have nothing to occupy your heedless minutes, when the gloomy thoughts come creeping back in again and you wonder– just why did you have to let him go, really?

Not even the strictest schedule in the world can free you of regret, it seems. You feel like you’re being torn apart at all seams even as you attempt to force yourself back together again. Your nerves are flighty, your senses on constant high alert, and you can’t seem to stop your eyes from scanning the room whenever someone exits or enters, just in case Draco might come in, just in case he might see you as anything but your best. You have to prove that you’re doing better than him, but you’re not sure if you can convince him of that when you can hardly convince yourself.

Days go by, blending into weeks, and then two months have come and gone and you’re no better off than you were at the start. Things with Draco are still painful, like testing a wound just to watch the stitches come undone. Every interaction with him is terrible. You run into each other in the corridors and he practically flinches with an effort to look away again. You both raise your hands to answer the same question in class and you almost sprain a muscle in your effort to quickly pull your arm down again. You and Draco approach the entrance to the common room at the same time and have to stand there, side by side, pretending you don’t notice each other at all. 

It’s an awful sort of hell, having to feign indifference to the one person who used to be able to read you like a book. Maybe he still can, maybe not even time and separation can heal Draco of that great gift, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to attempt to read between your lines anymore. Maybe he’s not faking apathy with you. Maybe he truly just doesn’t care.

Despite your tendency to think that way, your friends seem to have none of it. They keep telling you that he stares when he thinks you’re not looking, that every time some boy asks for your help on a problem in class, Draco snaps a quill or otherwise looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel from failing to keep himself in check.

You don’t have the heart to believe them. Your friends will tell you whatever they think is right to get you to smile again. You know you’ve been ruining the mood whenever you complain about Draco, but you’ve been trying to work on that, too. You’ve been trying to work on a lot. It doesn’t always go the way you plan it.

Still, when they talk like that, you can’t help but secretly listen along. You catch Draco looking one time, then again. The second time, he doesn’t look away, but keeps holding your gaze like an oath, a promise. He used to smile whenever he caught your eye in class, but this time, his gaze is more serious. It feels like life and death, and it’s only just the two of you happening to look the same way at the same time.

Everything feels charged. You cross paths and the entire corridor seems to crackle with energy. You know how this feels, you remember it from the first time around, so at this point, it isn’t a question of if you’ll make another mistake but when.

When, as it turns out, is about a week later. You’re walking back from the library, late one night when a problem set got the better of you. After finishing the work at long last, all you want to do is go back to the Slytherin common room so you can go to sleep. Halfway back, though, you run into Draco, obviously coming from a similar situation given the ink stains on his writing hand.

Usually, this is the part where one of you doubles back or otherwise hides from the other, but instead Draco looks at you, and says, “Walk with me?”

You agree before you know what you’re doing. At first, your footsteps echo in the silent halls, and then you gather up the courage to speak again. “It’s been a while since I saw you.”

Draco scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. I saw you in class this morning.”

You give him a dour look. “You know what I mean. I don’t think you’ve spoken to me on purpose since–”

Since the fight, that is. Since both of you walked out on each other. Draco looks away for a moment, and when he speaks again, the syllables are terse and clipped. “I didn’t think you wanted to talk. After all, you were the one who ended things.”

You sigh. “I didn’t want to, though. It was a stupid thing to say and we were both angry at each other. We’d had arguments before, I thought we’d talk it over in a day or two and then be fine.”

“And then we weren’t,” Draco supplies.

“And then we weren’t,” you repeat listlessly. A moment later, you can’t help but add on somewhat desperately, “Where did we go wrong, Draco? What happened to us?”

Draco’s gaze is bleak and painful. “I don’t know. I’ve tried thinking it over loads of times. I thought you liked me.”

“I did,” you insist. Then, quieter:  “I do.”

He risks a quick glance your way. “Still?”

You don’t dare look at him outright. He’s always been an expert at calling your bluff, anyway. You reckon he doesn’t need to hold your gaze to know when you’re telling the truth. “Always. I never thought you’d leave me, Draco. I didn’t know what to do without you. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t.”

“Neither could I,” he reveals. “Every time I saw some bloke flirting with you, I wanted to hex him. Worst part was, I couldn’t admit to being angry because I wasn’t supposed to be jealous.”

“You were jealous over someone asking me for help on the homework?” You ask, a quiet laugh rising to your lips.

“They weren’t just interested in the homework,” Draco insists, although his irritation starts to fade when you laugh outright.

“Alright, then. Let’s say you did have something to be jealous about. Would that mean that you– that you wanted–”

“It means that I want you, Y/N,” Draco says, quickly stepping in front of you so you’re forced to stop walking and look directly at him. “I want you back. I want us back. What do you say?”

He’s close, so close. He hasn’t been this close since an empty room and a furious argument. This time, though, you’re not unhappy. Far from it.

“I say yes,” you tell him, and the words have hardly left your lips before he leans forward and kisses you.

You’ve had many victories over your time at Hogwarts. You’ve aced exams, you’ve done well in competitions, you’ve won the boy you loved, twice. This kiss feels like the best of them all.

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[saidencii]

back to december; remus lupin

in which you and remus parted after sirius’ arrest and never spoke to each other again. until now.

remus lupin x reader

wc: 786

warnings: none

a/n: short and sad, my first oneshot :’) take this as me being in my feels after btd tv.

It had been twelve years since that fateful night.

Eleven Christmases without a word from Remus Lupin.

You sat in your lowly, run-down cottage, drinking cold tea from a stained cup that used to be ornate. The sun rose, almost reluctantly behind the gray clouds outside. You didn’t know how many more of these lonely December nights you could bear, when they used to be full of laughter and love.

A tap sounded at your window as your old, graying owl appeared. He held a letter in his beak. You opened it, revealing a familiar, scrawling script that made your heart drop.

“Dear Y/N,

I know you are already aware of who I am. It’s been twelve years since I saw you or even attempted to reach you. We didn’t even get to say goodbye.

I’d like to visit you again, you know, but I don’t know where you live now. If you do want to meet me, find me at Hogsmeade this Saturday at three in the afternoon. But if the chain is on your door, I understand.

Send me an owl back. Yours already knows where I live.

xx Remus”

You realized he wanted to meet you on Christmas eve. You wrote a hurried response, pondering whether to send the letter. This could be a trap, a trick by the newly escaped Sirius. Ultimately, you decide to send it back.

•••

It was Saturday, one in the afternoon. You walked along the snow-covered cobblestone paths of Hogsmeade, the bitter cold biting into your skin even through thick gloves. As you ascended the gentle hill, you stopped in your tracks as you saw the familiar face standing in front of you.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Y/N.” Remus said, his tone unreadable. You walked closer to him, analyzing his face. It had changed. There were a few new gashes, a new lengthy scar. But the hazel eyes remained the same. “Should we get inside? It’s cold.”

You nodded, wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck as you enter the Three Broomsticks. The amount of people celebrating Christmas was… a relief, really.

“I… I understand it’s been long. But I wanted to see if you were well,” he said, fidgeting with the buttons on the bottom of his tattered brown coat. “Have you been working?”

“Yes,” you admitted, a slight shame entering your voice. “But I’ve never been able to keep a job. You?”

“I used to work Muggle jobs for a long while but I couldn’t keep them because of… you know. But Dumbledore offered me a teaching position at Hogwarts.”

You felt a pang of happiness for him, but the ache was there as well. Nothing would make up for the time you lost. And he was far away, like always. It would be hard to reach him.

“What job?”

“Defense Against The Dark Arts professor.”

You nodded slowly, understanding. Remus had always been better at that. He’d been better at you than everything, and you were willing to accept that.

“You deserve it, Professor Lupin,” you said, smiling.

A cryptic silence filled the air as you wait for his response. The tranquility broke as soon as he spoke. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ever doubting you.”

“It’s alright. I trusted Sirius… and you didn’t. It was my fault for trusting the wrong person. I’m sorry, too.”

But you didn’t feel like it was over.

“I hope you and I can stay friends,” he said, a slight smile crossing his face. “It’s something that’s weighed on my conscience for a long time.”

“Friends. We’re friends.”

He hesitated before he spoke his next words. “Did I mention I’m teaching James and Lily’s son?”

Your lips parted in shock. You didn’t realize that much time had passed. He was already in his third year, if your memory didn’t fail you. “Harry? How is he?”

“He’s a bright child. Stubborn, but that’s expected from someone that has James Potter’s genes.” You two smiled as you recounted the best memories of your old friend. You missed him dearly.

“Remus, send me owls. Tell me when you’re hurting because someone should at least know.”

“I must admit, I miss having a small horde of unusual animals accompany me through those nights.”

The afternoon dragged on as you made small talk about your lives in the twelve lost years. Nothing could reignite the spark. Nothing he said made your heart skip a beat like it used to. Maybe that was just it. Gone.

As you stepped out of the place, you knew it was goodbye. It was a farewell to your forgotten feelings. You waved at him, forcing a smile.

Eventually, you found yourself hoping to go back to that December, wanting to change his mind.

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[teewritessmth]

Can you do a ig thing with Harry Pinero or an headcanons with Darkest man ?? 😔🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#Instagram Au (22)

(Harry Pinero x f! reader)

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y/n.y/l/n istg he looks WAYY too leng in a durag

ohnosharky durag gang ✋

---kingkennytv present ✋

---ajshabeel no way we spawned mr tight durag

---harrypinero nah jokes 💀

hi88888world since harry isn't active on youtube, we can now see him in y/n's posts

---chewbonic he doesn't have an amazing editor like me, that's why he's struggling

---darkestman the only thing he struggles with is that horror hairline

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harrypinero white never looked better on anyone else 🫶🩷

y/n.y/l/n 😘🩵🩷

y/n.y/l/n big shoutout to my day1 @nellarose for this beautiful dress

---nellarose you're so beautiful

adeolapatrone HOW DID YOU PULL Y/N?!?!?

---harrypinero I DON'T KNOW

---darkestman with that franchise on your head as well

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y/n.y/l/n Big Beta want me and @harrypinero for their mafia series, which costume should we pull up in?

chunkz the Lego one is mental

ohnosharky wear the minecraft one for the tradition

---harrypinero I'm leaning towards the minecraft one too tbh

sideorbeta STEVEEEEEEEE

yungfilly Lego is a clear winner

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

A VARIETY OF HARRY POTTER BOY IMAGINES

Love Confessions (silent, angry, etc)

Harry James Potter

It was a quarter past six, and the sun timidly emerged on the horizon.

You and Harry had quietly snuck out early, donning scarves around your necks and stolen hot chocolate from the great room.

Visible puffs of breath hung in the air as the two of you strolled through the courtyard.

"My glasses are fogging up," Harry half-laughed, a lopsided grin gracing his face—the kind of look you could never tire of.

"Here," you handed him your mug, deftly removing his glasses and wiping them with the sleeve of your sweater.

His gaze softened as he observed you, his chest aching for reasons beyond the cold.

A soft smile played on your lips as you returned the cleared glasses to his face.

"Perfect," you said, grinning.

Ronald Bilius Weasley

The fireplace crackled, releasing a puff of smoke into the room.

Having returned from a chilly afternoon in Hogsmeade, you and Ron opted to cozy up in front of the fireplace.

A chess board occupied the space between you, accompanied by the treats acquired in Hogsmeade casually strewn to the side.

"Checkmate," Ron declared, a smirk playing on his lips as he unwrapped a chocolate candy.

You playfully rolled your eyes, grabbing the candy from his hands. "I let you win."

He laughed. "Sure you did."

You shrugged, popping the candy into your mouth. Without a second thought, Ron reached across the chessboard, wiping the corner of your mouth.

"You're a mess," he half-laughed, and you looked away, cheeks aching from smiling.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

The air hung heavy and still, as if the slightest sound could shatter the silence.

Draco sat on the staircase, his head buried in his hands, a level of distress you'd never witnessed in him before.

"Why is this so hard?" you questioned, running your hands through your hair before letting them rest at the base of your neck.

"Because," he began, drawing out the word, his voice low and uncertain. Abruptly, he lifted his head and stood up.

"What are you—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, stepping closer, his hands grasping either side of your face.

Your mouths collided, breaths melding into a heated mess.

He pulled away for a moment, smirking against your lips. "Because of this."

Cedric Diggory

The field resounded with noise.

Cheers erupted, the stands quivered, and your heart thudded against your ribcage.

The Hufflepuff had secured their first Quidditch victory, and yet, your thoughts centered on a particular brunette seeker.

You joined the rush onto the field, and amidst the celebration, it didn't take long to spot Cedric in the midst of the crowd, holding a towering golden trophy.

Eagerly, you sprinted toward him, and as you approached, he handed off the prize and enveloped you in a tight embrace.

Cedric spun you around, laughter resonating through his chest.

"Oh god, you were everything!" you exclaimed over the roaring crowd, and he responded by squeezing you even tighter.

Fred Weasley

Each step guided your chest to rise, Fred's palms covering your eyes as he led you.

Exiting the Great Hall after dinner, Fred whisked you outdoors, draping a scarf around you in his mischievous manner. Chuckling to himself, he brought you to a halt in front of a railing.

"Ready?" he asked, the hint of a smile evident in his voice.

You nodded, and he removed his hands. A brief silence enveloped the scene, darkness prevailing until a burst of light filled the air—a firework exploding.

They continued, one after the other, each eruption illuminating your eyes with a vibrant array of colors.

"This is amazing," you exclaimed, stealing a glance at Fred, who was already focused on you.

He grinned, encircling you with an arm and pulling you closer to his chest.

"You're amazing," he murmured, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

George Weasley

The library sat vacant, save for a handful of students scattered at tables.

You and George occupied seats across from each other, a spread of books lying between.

With the owls exam looming, George had volunteered to keep you company during the late-night study session.

Although he proved to be more of a distraction, the company was welcomed.

"Take a look at this one," he suggested, handing you an open book. Placing it down, you began to read, only to flip a page and discover a hidden note.

In messy cursive, it read, "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a laugh, but George was already ahead.

"You're cute," you remarked in a mocking tone.

He shrugged, still smiling.

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[honeysuckleharrington]

hi! im so excited for this sleepover 🛏🧸💤 i have my jammies on and all!! can i request hermoine granger with #9 & #14 from the fluff prompts?

— 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

❛ 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ❜

❛ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 ❜

yay!! i have my jammies on too, i hope yours are so cozy!! enjoy the party!!

the early morning light crept through the curtains of the large windows lining the walls of the common room. you opened your slightly bleary eyes to an already wide awake hermione, organizing your books and papers from your late night study session that was evidently cut short by your need for sleep.

you were leaned over, resting your head on top of your herbology textbook which hermione was now gently taking from under you.

“good morning,” she whispered, smiling softly, giggling at your sleepy state and messy hair. she kissed you lightly on the lips. you could smell the sweet scent of her rose shampoo, hair still damp from her morning shower. it always amazed you how much of a morning person she was and even more, how much of a morning person you weren’t.

once ready for the day, the two of you walked to the great hall together for breakfast, meeting your friends there but not before deciding to take the long route just to spend some few extra minutes of peace and quiet together first. hermione wasn’t too fond of public displays of affection. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to show you off but more that she just liked being affectionate when people weren’t there to watch. that didn’t stop her, however, from holding your hand on the way to and from classes or linking her arm around yours while perusing the library.

at dinner that night, you felt yourself grow increasingly tired as the night before started to catch up to you. you yawned, leaning over and resting your head against her shoulder. continuing her conversation with neville, she absentmindedly intertwined her fingers with yours, sipping pumpkin juice with her free hand.

“so anyway, professor sprout was showing me this rare plant that she’s been taking care of… she even gave me a bud so i can grow one myself!”

“that’s great, neville!” she said, “really exciting!”

“hey, ‘mione,” ron interjected, gesturing to harry with his hand, “we’re heading back to the dormitory,”

the four of you usually walked together after dinner, debriefing the days events. hermione nudged you gently with her elbow, “come on, sleepyhead,”

“what’s the matter with her?” ron asked, eyebrow raised.

“she decided to attempt an all nighter in the middle of the week,”

“blimey,” he replied, looking both bewildered and amazed, “and you still made it to all your classes?”

“barely,” you admitted, laughing at his amazement.

when you all got settled back into your respective rooms, you and hermione were the first two back from dinner, meaning you got a few extra precious moments of quality time together before the day’s end.

“oh, i almost forgot!” she fished through her bag, that rested on the foot of her bed, “i saved you a pastry,”

she handed you the dessert, wrapped gingerly in a napkin. your eyes widened and you gladly took it from her.

“i got you something too, actually,” you said, reaching into your robe pocket and handing her a small bouquet of daisies that you picked on your way back to herbology, tied together with a stem.

she beamed, taking it from your hand and placing it on her nightstand, on top of the book she was currently reading. you sat down next to her on the bed and nibbled on the sweet pasty. while she told you enthusiastically about her day. she laid down, resting her head on your lap as she talked. you wrapped your fingers around her soft strands of hair and listened intently to every detail.

too soon though, did the voices of your other suit mates grow closer as they reached the door. hermione huffed, “just five more minutes,” she said, dramatically, placing her hand against her forehead.

you giggled, getting up and climbing into your own bed, laying on your side to face her, “same time again tomorrow?”

“and everyday for the rest of my life,” she said, with no doubt that this was how she wanted to spend her time forever.

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