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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Angels on Earth

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: “CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! I love your writing sm <3

this is my first time ever making a request and recently I found out that the person I was dating is still in love with their ex so I'm looking for comfort rn hehe

could you do a 23, 33, 35 with Ron, a mix of fluff and smut? chubby/plus size fem reader please”

Summary: Ron thought he was obvious, but it was clear (Y/n) was more obvious.

Warnings: Sexual themes

A/N: This took a while but I’ve also been busy but, enjoy!

23. “Cause I never believed there was a heaven till I found you.”

33. “Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” “I’d fuck you right now.”

35. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.”

For as long as Ron could remember, he had always found his potions partner to be beautiful. Who could blame him? (Y/n) was a beautiful girl. Round cheeks, soft all around, beautiful (h/c) hair, and the prettiest set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But that wasn’t originally what drew him in, it was everything else. (Y/n) had an aura that surrounded her that was so bright, so full of life. Everyone who befriended her was always in a positive mood, smiles seen left and right from the jokes she’d tell. Even right now, with her hair pulled back from her face and the cute little goggles she insisted on wearing, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Right. I think that should be it.” She said, pushing the goggles up her face as she turned her head to look at him. His face flushed and if she had noticed, she didn’t say much. “That is unless you fucked something up. Merlin knows how bad you are with Potions Weasley.” she giggled, his heart pulling and racing in his chest.

“Oi! ‘M not that bad. Plus you didn’t let me touch anything, should be fine unless you managed to make a mistake.” He leaned towards her a bit with a devious smirk. “But it’s impossible for you to do that isn’t it? I forgot you were just a perfect princess.” He pulled away, eyes trained on the potion in the cauldron in front of them. Amortentia, was it? He found it a bit strange because he couldn’t smell anything but the girl’s perfume no matter how far he leaned in. In his own state of confusion, he completely missed the girl’s own shocked look on her face.

“What do you smell?” she questioned, gathering her things due to the period drawing to a close. His eyes widened at his realization before calming down. Now was a better time than ever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“You.” his eyes shot open at the sound of a snort. (Y/n) had made her way towards the exit of the potions room, (e/c) eyes rolling at him as she shot him a smile. She went to leave the room before giving him an up and down.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.” she teased, shooting him a wink before exiting the room. He groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face as he adjusted the awkward bulge in his pants. He stood, gathering his things as he huffed to himself.

“I’m in deep aren’t I?” he said out loud, ignoring the look his slimy potion’s teacher gave him. Without another word, he left continuing on his path to his next dreadful class of the day.

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“She probably thought you were joking.” Harry said, causing Ron to give him a glare. Even though there was a big possibility that Harry was right, he didn’t want to believe him. He thought his attempt was a good one! He was direct about what he meant, right?

“He’s got a point. You guys usually joke around and mess with each other a lot. She probably thought you were cracking a joke. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?” Luna asked as if the answer was obvious. Ron felt his brow twitch as he sighed, sinking down in his seat more as he threw his head back.

“What can be more obvious than saying you smell someone in your Amortentia? Do you guys even think?” He questioned.

“Do you? Cause if you did then you’d know that was a poor attempt.” Hermione chimed. Although at first he was sure his attempt was good, that it was obvious, suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. Was he clear enough? Sure, you could say one thing but he’d be the first to admit his actions didn’t match. He huffed, looking at his friends, desperation hidden in his eyes.

“Well, what should I say then?”

“Say something truthful! Let your heart speak for what your actions couldn’t.” Ginny chimed, causing them all to give her a strange look. She crossed her arms, looking away with red cheeks. “What? I think I’d know what chicks like, I do shag em afterall.”

“So tell us, what does your heart say Ron?” Luna asked, he sighed as he racked his brain. He liked her a lot. How could he not? (Y/n) was beautiful, a gift from the heavens above. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her tummy, and those beautiful luscious thighs. He was surprised no one else had made a move on her yet. She was kind too, always willing to help her fellow (y/h/h) in need.

A lovesick dopey look took over his face. “I...I’d say…” he let out a dreamy noise as hearts took over his eyes, “I never believed there was a heaven till I found you. Never believed angels walked among us at Hogwarts, that I think she’s amazing and I-”

“Okay ew that’s enough. I’m gonna be sick. Save it for her.” his sister said, grimacing as she stood up. “And with that note, I’m gone. Why not tell her at the Gryfindor party tonight? I’m sure she’ll be there!” Ron gulped nervously. That soon? Surely a few hours wasn’t enough time to prepare! Maybe he’d try in a few months…

However as he looked across the hall, seeing some twit practically eye fucking her, it was settled. Tonight he would tell her and if not, he’d at least make some progress.

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Ron let out a shaky deep breath, wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his jeans. Whether it was the sweltering heat of all the warm bodies, the shots he had taken, or the thought of what he had set out to do tonight he didn’t know, but either way he was burning like a phoenix. His eyes trailed the room nervously, looking for (Y/n). How was he sure she’d be here anyways? She wasn’t a frequent attender to parties, only showing up to them sporadically. However at the sound of a familiar laugh-snort combo, he had all he needed.

In his buzzed(and slightly drunken) haze, he followed the sound blindly, face heating up at the girl's appearance. She wore a blush colored bodycon dress that clung to the folds and curves of her body nicely.. Her hair was styled differently than usual, but suited her perfectly nonetheless. Most things did. And when she saw him? Her face broke out in a bright smile as she hiccuped, handing her half empty cup to one of her friends. She stumbled her way over to him. He steadied her by placing his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

“Ronnn! Omg Ronnie, what’re you doing here?” she hiccuped again, giggling as she stared up at him. He smiled back at her softly, stroking along the softness of her waist.

“ I could ask you the same thing, love, you’re not much of a drinker usually.” he placed a hand on her cheek, thankful for the liquid courage flowing through his system. “You alright? Come on, let’s sit you down. You don’t seem to be too steady.” he said, guidning her towards the couch. When they got there, he expected her to sit next to him but was in shock as she parked herself in his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling down at him drunkenly. He handed her a glass of water, the same one he had been handed earlier when he was getting a bit out of hand. She thanked him, sipping on it at a slow pace.

After a few minutes, the hiccuping and giggles had died down from her, leaving her to form goosebumps at their current position. She was fully seated on the boy’s lap and he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his fingers along her soft pudgy sides. She bit her lip as she looked off to the side, before bringing her eyes back to his.

“Uh, Ron,” she started, looking down as she picked at the skin around her nail beds. Letting out a deep sigh, she continued, “Can I ask you something?” her heart began to race rapidly as she looked at him, watching as he nodded before offering her a soft smile.

“Course. What’s up?” How should she phrase it? Should she be simple? Should she-

“Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” she blurted out, eyes widening. Although she had wanted to ask him something about if he was attracted to her, she hadn’t intended on being so...bold. She was known for speaking her mind but not in situations like this! In a state of panic, she went to stand up but was pulled down by a strong pair of arms, pulling her close to an even stronger, toned chest. He chuckled in her ears, hair tickling the edge of her neck.

“Shit princess, I mean...I’d fuck you right now.” his grip on her sides tightened, trailing one hand on her thigh. Out of all the things she could’ve said, this was the last one Ron expected. (Y/n), his snarky potions partner, in his lap in that god forsaken dress asking if he’d fuck her. He felt his own heart begin to race. Did she mean to say it? Well, did she mean to say it to him? Or did she just want his opinion for someone else?

“O-oh.” she stuttered out. (Y/n) pulled back some, turning her head to look at him, finding that his eyes instantly were drawn to hers.

“Do you mean that?” they both asked. Ron’s cheeks turned red as (Y/n) felt her own face grow warm. Both of them let out breaths they didn’t even know they were holding, laughing with one another.

“I meant it but, did you?” she asked, breath hitching of the closeness of their faces to one another. She could smell the fire whiskey mixed with hints of cannabis and weed mixing with it making her absolutely intoxicated. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.

“‘Course I did, love. You don’t have to be skinny for me to do anything with you, let alone fuck you. Because trust me,” he trailed a hand along her upper thigh, sliding it between the soft expanse of them. “It’d be my pleasure to fuck a woman with a body like yours. A woman so soft, so tender, bet that cunt of yours is tight and dripping. Isn’t it?” the girl squeaked, clenching her thighs around his hand. He leaned down, pecking her lips softly before pulling away, (Y/n) whimpering in a desperate attempt to let him know she wanted more..

“And if I were to grant you that pleasure right now?” she purred, placing a soft hand on his cheek which he gladly leaned into, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Brought Together-George Weasley x Reader

(GIF credit to @tanrininsonteki)

(I’ve written loads about Fred, George needed some love too!)

Summary: Who ever gets over the death of their brother? The death of their son? A friend? (Y/N) and the twins were always together, as if joined at the hip (or hips rather). But once the trio became a duo, one person had to become stronger than the other, pushing down their emotions and feelings to help the person they loved; because when things are put in perspective, it’s so obvious who their soulmate should be.

Characters: George Weasley x Reader, Weasley family x Reader (platonic), mentions of Fred Weasley

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff, death, mourning, suppressed feelings/emotions

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My body was numb. Whether it was from exhaustion, shock, trauma, fear or the wounds scattered across my body, it didn’t matter to me, I couldn’t bring myself to move. With my knees hunched up to my chest, my hand tightly gripped onto my wand, showing how much I was shaking. A shadow cast over me, but I didn’t move my head. In my peripheral vision, I saw someone sit next to me, gently taking my wand away before I snapped it in half.

“You haven’t moved. It’s over now (Y/N).”

George saddled up to me, slowly put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, letting him rest his chin on top of my head. My hand grabbed his free one, guiding it to wrap it around my waist, pulling him close for a hug. It felt relieving to have human contact, to feel someone else’s heartbeat, knowing that they were alive here with me. There was too much blood, too much crying, too many friends lying dead or unconscious on the stone floor. Although fear had been pulsing through my body throughout the entire time we were fighting, my mind wouldn’t accept the concept of anyone dying; yet here I sat, having watch the life drained away from one of my best friends.

“George?” I suddenly gasped, pulling away from him.

His eyes widened at my movement.“What?”

“You’re here, aren’t you? George, please don’t tell me I’m imagining you?!” my voice raised as I panicked, and George tried to shush me. I was disrupting the first sign of peace.

“Yes, yes, (Y/N) I’m here. I’m real,” tears started rolling down his cheeks, but he attempted a smile,“I’m not leaving you. I won’t ever leave you.”

I groaned as I picked up another box, feeling the pain in my back. At ‘Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes’, we were re-stocking for the beginning of the Christmas season, changing around the shop to give it a fresh look. George was rolling up his sleeves, stepping back from the display he created. I approached him, standing with my arms crossed as I admired his work.

“I like it.” I simply said.

“Just like?” George nudged me with his elbow.

I smiled, rolling my eyes.“You know what I meant.”

“Come on, I’ll help you with the last boxes.”

“You don’t have to George. Have a break.”

He walked past me.“Nonsense. We’ve got places to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Drinks after work of course. Seeing as it’s just us today, I thought we could head to the Three Broomsticks, like we used to.”

I blushed, happy that he turned away from me to not see it. Following after him, I tried not to stare too much as he decided how we should set out the certain product. When he was engulfed in his work, something that he was so passionate about, it was like I was seeing the old George, the cheeky chap from school (not that he wasn’t cheeky anymore). These small moments were captured in my memories, pushing back the old, terrible ones. He deserved to be happy, especially when all he wanted to do was make other people laugh with the jokes and pranks they sold.

We managed to finish the new displays within the next hour, meaning it was time for us to relax with a good drink. It wasn’t going to be a night of getting drunk, just two...friends enjoying each other’s company. Wrapping up warm, George locked up, holding out his arm to me as we hurried to the pub, wanting to be out of the cold as soon as possible. Once at the Three Broomsticks, we were easily able to find a table, being served instantly as it wasn’t busy, only a few locals filled the space.

“Actually,” George started after setting his drink down,“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

There was that blush again. It seemed that words didn’t want to form.“Hm?”

“Well, obviously you’re always welcome round mine. But I was wondering if you wanted to come over for Christmas? Not the actual day cause I know you’ll be with your family, but just before-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

He chuckled.“That didn’t take much persuasion, did it?”

“I love your family. You didn’t even need to ask. But you sounded nervous.”

“Did I?”

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink.

“W-well, I...I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he looked everywhere except in my direction.“You ever seen me nervous?”

I giggled.“You don’t remember asking me to the Yule Ball-”

He waved his hands dismissively, which only made me laugh harder.“We said to never speak of that again, remember?”

I shrugged, a grin still on my face.“I still think it was more cute than nervous.”

Now it was his turn to tease me.“You think I’m cute?”

“Thought, I thought the whole idea was cute. But you can’t deny that it wasn’t a good night.”

“No, that was fun.” we were both in thought.“You looked beautiful in that dress.”

I waited for a snarky remark, but nothing came.“But?”

“What do you mean, ‘but’?”

“Oh, usually you just...never mind.”

“Anyway,” George cleared his throat,“you know mum wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you’ll have to pack a bag to stay a few nights.”

I laughed.“I would expect nothing less. Gosh, what to get all you Weasley’s for Christmas?”

“Don’t be daft. You don’t need to get everyone presents.”

“Of course I do!”

“Tell you what, why don’t we join up for presents? Buy them together.”

“You know what George, that’s probably the best idea you’ve had for a while.” I smirked.

He scoffed a laugh.“Right, I know I offered to buy the drinks, but that stops now!”

We had a few weeks before my time at the Weasley’s, meaning we were able to think and buy everyone’s presents. During lunch breaks or on days off, we would scour the shops, coming out of them with bags and bags hanging off our arms. I was always excited to see my second family, and Christmas was a fun, special time of year for everyone. The night before we were set to visit them, I stayed with George as we had to set off early the next morning. It was lovely when we stayed with each other.

"I know you only clean this place up when I come round, just admit it!" I giggled as we laid in bed facing the other, discarded chocolate wrappings scattered between us.

George laughed with me, rolling onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. As we calmed down, I bundled up into a tight ball, feeling a slight chill, which George noticed. He said nothing as he leaned his upper body off of the bed, grabbing a blanket from who knows where before wrapping it around me. My gaze remained on him as he tucked me in, enjoying the small amount of attention. Feeling hands on me made butterflies emerge in my stomach, and the caring side to him was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

"I will admit, I did buy that blanket just for you. You complained about being cold enough to drive me mad." he smirked.

I clutched onto the soft fabric."Well, if you're going to speak to me like that, then I guess I'll just leave."

He tucked his arms beneath his head, closing his eyes slowly."Go on then. See you later."

When neither of us moved, we tried to contain our laughter, both failing miserably as our cackles rang out in his bedroom. It was like our sleepovers we had when we were much younger, they stopped as we...changed at a certain age.

“Are you sure everyone will like their presents?" I wondered.

He sighed lightly."We've been over this. You could pick up a weed from our own garden and they would fawn over it. It's not the gift they want, it's you."

My mouth open, prepared to protest against him as he teased me again, but I was stuck for words."George...that's a lovely thing to say."

His head lolled to face me, his face scrunching up in disgust."I take it back."

"No!" I quickly said."You can't pretend you didn't say that!"

"Say what?" he teased.

"George!"

Carrying everyone’s presents in our arms, George and I prepared ourselves for the onslaught of hugs and kisses we would be attacked with before we could even set down any of the presents or our bags. We were still a few steps away from the door when it was fiercely pulled open, Molly squealing and throwing her arms up in joy.

“Oh, you’re here! Arthur, they’re here!” she was beaming.

She hastily took the presents from George’s arms, impatiently ushering him inside as Arthur (who was a bit more reserved) took my presents, before I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as a greeting. Once all of our belongings were set down, proper hugs were given, just as bone crushing as they usually were.

“Oh, it’s so lovely to have you over dear.” Molly gushed.

“Mum, she was here a month ago.” George said.

“Well, it wouldn’t matter if it was just a day, I would miss her the same amount.”

I smiled at her.“Thank you Molly. See George, maybe you should be as kind as your mum.”

“I see you everyday, that’s almost too much for me.”

“Well, Ginny and Harry should be arriving tonight, Ron is already here, I think Hermione is supposed to be coming tonight too, but I’m not sure when, Bill and Fleur-”

Molly continued explaining the plan for the next couple of days, but I was distracted by George talking to his dad. Their voices were hushed, they kept side glancing at us as they spoke, before a shy smile emerged on George’s face. I somehow went back to Molly’s explanation, pretending that I had heard everything she said. Politely nodding, I was relieved that she started asking me about myself, changing the topic of conversation, even though my mind was occupied with someone else.

Everyone had arrived as the evening came, squeezing into the house and around the long table. As we sat down to eat, I noticed an empty chair besides George, realising who should have been there. My breath got caught in my throat at the sight, not hearing George call my name until he placed his hand on top of mine.

“You OK?” he whispered.

“Um...” my head slowly turned to face him.“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine.”

“It’s strange, isn’t it? What I mean is, it’s weird to think he’s...he’s not here.”

I squeezed his hand, but before I could say anything, Arthur stood, preparing to make a speech. Keeping my hand in George’s, I listened just like everyone else, trying to push away the flashes of Fred filling my mind.

“Well, I know it’s a bit early to be celebrating Christmas, but we know that you all have your own plans for this year, now that you’re grown up. But it is important to ensure that we get together, especially during this season about love, giving gifts, drinking, eating, and spending time with family and friends, because...because you never know what the future holds. And I think...no, I know that the last year has taught us all that.”

People were either getting teary eyes, already crying, or had a solemn look on their faces. Glances towards the empty seat were common. I didn’t wince as George’s grip tightened, strongly pinching my skin. Keeping my head down, I suppressed any tears, taking in a deep breath as Arthur managed to carry on.

“I just want you all to know, that I love you, your mother and I love you. And for those extended family, (Y/N), Harry, Hermione, Fleur, Audrey, we love you just as much. You’re our family too. We need to make every moment count, make every moment special. So, with that being said, let’s have some fun tonight!”

We raised our glasses, clinking them all together before drinking. I took a big gulp, and then another as the chatter built up again. Once we were done with food and the conversations afterwards, we were going to start playing games, lifting up the atmosphere in the room. Before it started, I excused myself, not that anyone took much notice. Scurrying upstairs, I tried to slow down my breathing as I shut myself in my designated room, covering my mouth to silence my cries. I collapsed back onto the bed, head in my hands as I felt tears try to stream down my face. My shoulders shook as I forced myself to make no noise. The door opened, causing me to flinch back, even though it was George.

“(Y/N)? Why are you crying?” he panicked, immediately kneeling in front of me.

I shook my head that was back hiding in my hands.

“Hey, come on, you can talk to me. Did someone say something?��

I sniffled, looking away from him.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying, it’s not fair.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just seeing Fred’s chair...without him in it, it was heartbreaking. And, and I know you and your family have to deal with that every day for the rest of your lives but...but I miss him so much George!”

“It’s alright. Hey, I’m here.” he moved to sit beside me, holding my close.

“I’ve always wanted to make sure you were happy, and I knew that if I started crying like this then it would make things worse. He was your twin brother. What right do I have to be like this?”

“Listen to yourself,” he softly said, gently pushing me away so that I would look him in the eyes,“you’ve never mourned properly. You heard my dad downstairs, you’re family. Fred loved you, you loved him, we were the best of friends us three! The fact that you’ve not let out all of this makes me worried. It’s not healthy.”

“I know, I just couldn’t stand to see you upset anymore. I wanted to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy (Y/N). You make me extremely happy by just being with me, by just being you. You’re right, all those times I saw your smile, I smiled. Making you laugh is one of the best things in the world, and the fact that I can see you everyday, well, I couldn’t ask for anything more. I just wished that you had been able to talk to me about this, you know I’m always here for you.”

“I should have, I realised that now. But when you would start to let everything out to me, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, I felt like I was adding to your trauma and making it about myself. And after relentless weeks of nightmares, nightmares that involved you dying alongside Fred, it would all disappear from my mind once I saw you.”

His hand pushed away the hair stuck to my wet face, sadly smiling.“I understand. Promise me that you’ll tell me about these sort of things?”

I nodded.“I promise. I’m sorry that I didn’t speak to you sooner.”

“Don’t apologise. You have nothing to apologise for.”

Strangely, we both leaned in towards each other, quickly kissing. We didn’t pull away a lot, kissing once again, though this one was firmer and more confident. It wasn’t leading to anything, it was something we both wanted but knew tonight wasn’t the right time to go too deep into this. After a few seconds apart, I couldn’t help it, I had to kiss him again.

“My dad asked about us earlier. After hearing that we bought presents together and stayed with each other, he was wondering if something had finally happened.”

“Glad he’s not the only one wanting something to happen between us.”

“We’ll definitely talk about this tomorrow. But just so you know, I enjoyed that.” George said.

“I did too.” I mumbled, suddenly becoming shy.“And thank you for always being there George. I will get better at expressing my feelings in the moment.”

“I just hope you know that it doesn’t matter how you’re feeling; happy, sad, excited, annoyed, you can tell me anything. And also, if Fred was here, he would have certainly burst in and ruined the moment.”

I giggled.“You’re not wrong there. Perhaps he’s watching down on us know, wishing he could have put some sort of plan into action to embarrass us.”

“I bet he is. But I know he would have also been happy.”

“And we’ll be happy too. We are happy.”

“Yes, now that I’ve got you, I’m going to cherish every moment, just as dad said to.”

I hugged him close.“Don’t ever leave me George.”

“I won’t, not ever.”

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roonilwazlibimagines · 3 years

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I've read your fics of Ron and loved them so much. Do you know if you can make one with them eating at the Burrow? She gets jealous of Fleur talking to Ron and is feeling insecure about her looks and concerned her ' muggle' status? Ending with smut and comfort.

Sorry if this is long

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 3.3k Blurb: Her jealously of Fleur has been building up since their fourth year, even if she knows Fleur doesn’t mean it and Ron reminds her that she is the only one he loves. Warnings: There is sex but it is just really soft :(. Like Ron just eats her out and keeps praising her. And it is at the end, the first part is mainly fluff and a little bit of angst. A/N: honestly fuck canon, I just made this my own, oops. Also I literally don’t know how to write a scene where Ron does something to really make her jealous so this is what you get. Flashbacks are in italics.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she hummed in confusion before realising she had been staring at the ceiling, her fists clenched and jaw tense.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she gave him a half-assed reassuring look before turning back to stare at the ceiling. They were laying in their bed, both on their backs with their heads on the pillow, laying next to each other in the dark room which was only slightly illuminated by the weak flame on Ron’s bedside table.

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning his head to look at her.

“I don’t forget how brave you were at the second task,” her thick French accent was ringing in her ears as she watched the way she grabbed onto Ron’s arm making his whole face turn red.

“Oh really,” she glared at him as she watched him tense at her touch, “it was nothing,” Fleur removed her hand from him and she so desperately wanted to ask her if she also remembered the time Ron had made a fool of himself asking her to The Yule Ball.

“Yes Ron,” she didn’t mean to sound so annoyed and she hoped that it was too dark for him to notice the way she rolled her eyes.

She didn’t mean to act so harsh, it wasn’t Ron’s fault. It wasn’t Fleur’s either. Ron couldn’t help that he was always so pathetically a victim to her veela charm. She probably shouldn’t feel jealous of this ‘veela charm’ and Ron probably didn’t even realise he was doing it, but she couldn’t help the green tinge which plagued her whenever it happened.

“Ron,” her fourteen-year-old self was hitting his chest, “Ron!” she repeated after his lack of response, “you’re pathetic,” she slapped his chest one more time before folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes.

“Did you say something?” his body turned towards her but his eyes were still on the veela who were dancing in front of them at The Quidditch World Cup.

“I guess not,” she had grumbled underneath her breath realising that it wouldn’t have mattered if she said it louder because it would only fall on deaf ears. And busy eyes.

Her first introduction to veela had left a sour taste in her mouth, even if she knew it was nothing personal and she was just overreacting. And besides, her and Ron weren’t even dating then so she really did have nothing to be jealous over.

But now they were dating and Fleur still seemed to have an effect on him even after the war and all the times he had spoken to her. She couldn’t help but let her fourteen-year-old self’s words ring in her ears, “you’re pathetic.”

“Sorry,” he turned his head so it was again facing the ceiling, “I didn’t mean-”

“I’m sorry,” she cut him off with a sigh, “I shouldn’t have snapped,” and she turned her head to see him nodding slightly. He had moved his arm so that one was resting behind his head, the other resting at his side.

“Do you think she is upset with me?” Ron had asked Harry the night he had asked Fleur to the Yule Ball.

“Uhm,” Harry wasn’t sure whether to lie to make him feel better or give him the truth, “I don’t know,” he settled for the safe answer.

“I mean, we were walking and she was talking about the The Yule Ball,” they were in their respective beds and Harry couldn’t see the way Ron nervously bit his lip as he recalled the events of the evening, “she was really excited.”

“Does she have a date to The Yule Ball?” Harry had asked. They both still needed dates.

“No, I think that was what she was talking about,” it was what she was talking about, hoping that Ron would get the hint, “and then I think I might have cut her off,” there was an awkward pause.

“Because you asked out Fleur?” Harry had asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah,” it was silent for a moment again as Ron started to question his actions, “and then I did it and Fleur said ‘no’, obviously,” Harry didn’t say anything as there was another pause, “and then when I turned to her she looked kind of angry,” Ron’s heart leapt as he remembered the way her mouth had turned into a thin straight line and how her gaze hardened, “thought I might of embarrassed her.”

“Why?”

“Because I made a fool of myself and she wouldn’t want to be associated with me,” Ron said as if it was the most obvious explanation.

“Okay,” Harry spoke slowly.

“And then she dragged me to The Common Room,” he shrugged his shoulders, “and she hasn’t spoken to me since,” he sighed, “and she hasn’t stopped glaring either,” he had mumbled that under his breath.

Harry didn’t know how to comfort his friend. It was obvious to Harry what both of their actions meant, but apparently neither of them could understand it.

Ron felt exactly like he had that night. He only had a small bed and with his large frame there was no position where they could lie without touching each other. But he felt very far away from her.

He would do anything to realise what he had done wrong and to make this all better. He bit his lip as he tried to remember the events which could have caused her to stop clinging to his arm and start glaring at him instead.

“He is so pathetic,” she had screamed in her dorm, slamming the door behind her before sitting on her bed and facing Hermione opposite her.

“What do you expect?” she waited for a reaction, “Ron has always been a bit daft hasn’t he?”

“But I was making it so obvious,” her shoulders deflated, “and then she had to come along and ruin everything,” she sneered at the memory.

“You know just as well as I do that this isn’t Fleur’s fault,” she let out a mix of a sigh and groan in response knowing that Hermione was right, “besides, you could do a lot better than Ron.”

“But I don’t want to do better than Ron,” she had sulked the rest of the night letting the scene play through her mind over and over again until she felt physically sick and couldn’t sleep.

“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?” Ron had finally built up the courage to address her again.

“Yes,” she grumbled.

“So what’s wrong?” he really just wanted her to feel better so he swallowed his pride and moved so he was laying on his side and looking at her properly.

“Nothing,” she refused to look at him, “it’s dumb.”

“Well it can’t be that dumb if it was making you this upset,” he reached out an arm to hold her hand and she squeezed it to let him know that she was upset, but it was still okay.

“Could you please pass me the salad, Ron?” Fleur had asked Ron that night and it honestly hadn’t even bothered her.

“Of course,” Ron had spoken and acted so quickly that he had knocked his glass of water down making his ears turn red as Molly shook her head and stood up to clean it. Fleur had laughed it off and told him that he was cute.

That didn’t really bother her either. She liked Fleur and it was common for Fleur to talk to people that way. It really didn’t bother her.

“Ron, could you please pass me the chicken?” he wasn’t as enthusiastic and maybe, as foolish as it was, that was what set her off. Or maybe it was because Fleur was sitting across from her and all she could focus on was how pretty she was. Maybe her eyes were tricking her but she couldn’t help but notice Ron stare at her for a little too long. And maybe these feelings had been building up since they were fourteen, but she didn’t really know why all of a sudden a wave of emotions had washed over her. The rest of the night she couldn’t help but steal glances at Fleur, noticing how effortlessly gorgeous she was compared to how average she was.

“You’ll laugh,” she knew he wouldn’t laugh.

“I won’t laugh,” he sounded offended.

“I’m just,” she tried to find the right words, “not feeling well.”

“That’s a lie,” she couldn’t see the way he raised his eyebrows at her.

“Fleur,” they had finished dinner and were sitting in the living room. Molly and Arthur, Bill and Fleur, Charlie and George and herself and Ron were the only ones in the house at the moment, “I’m so glad Bill met you,” Molly had gushed as Fleur finished her story about work..

She wanted to slap herself in the face when she felt her whole body tense at the words and if she didn’t want Molly’s approval so bad she probably would have done it.

“Me too,” Ron had chimed in making her head snap towards him, “still can’t believe Bill got someone so out of his league,” he smirked as Bill shouted a profanity at him.

It was harmless, she knew that. It was just to annoy Bill, she knew that. But she couldn’t help the way her teeth began to grind and she instantly let go of Ron.

“Sometimes I have a lot of emotions,” she began, eyes still on the ceiling.

“Trust me,” she heard him breath out, “I’ve noticed,” she finally turned to look at him and glare, making his face fall as he mumbled out a few a, ‘sorry, love’.

“And I know I'm being silly,” she turned away again, “but sometimes I get really jealous of Fleur.”

“Stop looking at her!” she had moved her head so it was in line with Ron’s eyes who were desperately trying to find the Beauxbaton girl who had just stolen their food.

“I’m not looking at her,” he had tried to defend himself, “I’m trying to find her so I can look at her,” he mumbled it under his breath and into his food but she still heard him and sent a filthy look.

“You’re pathetic,” she rolled her eyes at him making him sit up again. She didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered behind her.

“Why do you care so much?” his ears were turning red and she blinked at him a few times realising that she didn’t have an answer.

“You’re probably making her feel uncomfortable,” she sat up straighter and pushed her shoulders back.

She returned her focus to her food, feeling a little embarrassed and missing the way that Ron’s eyes were now flickering onto her.

“Why?” she turned to see his reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a look of utter confusion etched on his face.

“Because she is really pretty,” she mumbled, “and a veela,” she said that more clearly.

“And?”

“And you’ve never been shy of showing off in front of her,” she raised an eyebrow at him and the flame - which had suddenly become stronger - allowed her to see the red tinge which spread upon Ron’s face.

“It’s her veela charm,” he said quietly, not entirely sounding convinced. She didn’t say anything prompting him to tease, “or maybe I’m just pathetic,” there was a slight grin forming on his face and she couldn’t stop the one forming on hers.

“I think that’s a better explanation,” she giggled as he let his grin grow wide as well. She moved so that she was on her side as well and Ron reached out his arm so that he could rest it on her hip and bring her closer to him.

“Get a hold of yourself, Ron,” she rolled her eyes at the red-faced boy standing in front of her, “it was just a peck on the cheek,” he had a blanket around him and he was slightly shivering.

“That’s not fair,” he gave her an annoyed look, “I just came out of the bloody lake,” he pointed to the lake next to them and glared at her.

“Sure,” she gave him a sarcastic look before mumbling, “he is so pathetic,” under her breath. She crossed her arms over her chest missing the way that Ron’s ears perked up and went a deeper shade of red as he heard the words muttered from her mouth.

“You have nothing to be jealous about,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and she let herself relax under his touch.

“I know,” she looked up at him innocently making him chuckle, “but, I don’t know,” she looked back down, “I think this has just built up since our fourth year and I think something set it off tonight.”

“You’re so stunning,” he pressed another kiss to her nose, “have nothing to be insecure about, yeah?” she looked up at him to be met with a soft gaze which pulled at her heart.

He pressed another soft kiss to her lips and he pushed himself up so he could continue kissing all over her face.

“I love you so much,” he had murmured in between kisses, “so beautiful,” he moved so that he was kissing her jawline, “can I show you how much I love you?” he pulled away so he could look at her face and she nodded eagerly making him smile before he continued kissing her.

Her hands found his hair as he kissed around the sensitive area under her jaw and she tugged at it when he bit down.

“So everyone knows you’re the only one I love,” she rolled her eyes at his comment but still pulled him closer by his hair so that she could press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured as he continued kissing around the now red area, “I love you so much.”

“Let me see that beautiful body, yeah?” he pushed himself up again so that he could lift her shirt up, pressing another kiss to her lips as soon as it went over her head. He moved down to her pants and pulled them off as well as her underwear. Her body shivered at the cool breeze which hit her hot skin but she hummed in content as Ron started kissing her chest and continued murmuring about how beautiful she was.

“You’re a goddess,” he commented as he started kissing around her nipple, while one of his hands reached to grab the other. She giggled and he smiled up at her, glad to hear the beautiful noise again.

“You’re doing a good job at making me feel better,” she sighed in content as he started leaving a trail of kisses on her tummy, pressing soft kisses along her hips before placing a soft kiss on her clit which made her gasp.

“Gonna make you feel even better,” he smirked up at her before he let his tongue touch her heat.

“Yes,” she moaned out, “Ron,” her hands reached out to grab onto his hair. She arched her back and Ron moved his arm so that it was over her hips and holding her down. She moved one hand from his hair and put it over the one on her hips. He turned it around and she held onto it, giving it a small squeeze.

With his other hand he pressed his thumb to her clit, placing pressure on it and making her cry out his name.

“Better be quiet love, don’t want anyone to hear us,” he pulled himself away and gave her a cheeky grin before going back to devour her again. She felt a heat rise to her cheeks as she remembered where she was.

“Sorry,” she moaned, “can’t help it when - ah,” she squeezed his hand as he started rubbing her clit and she let out a big breath, “when you make me feel so good,” her breathing was uneven and soon she was trying to whisper to let Ron know that she was going to cum.

His fingers moved faster and his tongue was going deeper and soon her back was arching and she was trying to squirm under Ron’s grip, but his tongue followed her movements and she let go moaning out his name.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” he asked as he pushed himself up and started taking his pants off.

“Yes,” her eyes were still shut in her post-orgasm bliss and Ron pressed a soft kiss to her nose, once again reminding her how beautiful she was.

“So wet for me,” he commented as he let his fingers move between her folds.

“Hurry up,” she bucked her hips towards him, making him tsk.

“Be patient, sweetheart,” usually she would never get away with such a demand but she only smirked at him before replying, “I thought you were trying to make me feel better?” she pouted and he shook his head before aligning his cock at her entrance.

“Going to be the death of me, love,” he thrusted his hips into her making her gasp, “be quiet,” he grabbed onto her thighs and pulled her legs up so that they were resting on his shoulders.

“Ron,” she moaned out as he started thrusting at a much quicker pace, “ah-” she had cried out when he found the spongy spot which made her scrunch her eyes up and receive a shushing from Ron.

“I told you to be quiet,” but he thrusted harshly between each word making her mouth fall open as she reached her hand down to rub at her clit. Normally he would have smacked her hand away, but instead he took the opportunity to put his fingers in her mouth.

“Since your fingers are doing my job,” he grunted, “and because you can’t keep quiet,” he smirked as she instantly began sucking on his fingers, “good girl.”

Her other hand went to grab onto the one in her mouth when she was about to cum and Ron told her to cum on his cock, coaxing her and praising her, telling her he wanted to see her pretty body come undone on his cock. Her legs were shaking and she was lazily sucking on Ron’s fingers now as her breath got caught in her throat and she thrashed her hips, trying to moan out Ron’s name as his thrusts became sloppier.

He replaced his cock with his fingers so he could let her ride out her orgasm while he let his cum fall onto her tummy.

She took a deep breath and smiled in satisfaction as Ron removed his fingers and left to go to the bathroom so he could clean her up.

“Thank you,” she smiled in content as he started cleaning her up, “I feel much better about myself now,” she sat up as he began to dress her and she started pressing soft kisses on his face.

He laid onto the mattress, resting on his back as he lifted an arm up so that she could rest her head on his bare chest as he traced patterns on her shoulder.

“I love you so much, you know?” his voice was soft and she let her eyes begin to close, “so in love with you,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “so beautiful,” another kiss, “so good to me,” she hummed.

“I am,” she felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

“So lucky to have you,” she was starting to get tired now, “don’t ever want you to question that,” he was still kissing her head, “don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he started playing with the ends of her hair, instantly making her body relax.

“I love you, Ron,” she mumbled sleepily.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he pressed a long and gentle kiss onto her forehead before blowing out the candle which was now illuminating the whole room. He continued to whisper how much he loved her and what she meant to him as she fell asleep in his arms, the green tinge gone from her face and Ron’s mind happy that he could go to sleep confident she knew how much he loved her.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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Moments of Tenderness

Ron Weasley x Reader

A/N: This isn’t a full fic, I don’t even know if it’s a drabble, it’s just something cute and I haven’t written for Ron in such a long time. I’ve written this on my phone so I apologise for any mistakes and that! I haven’t tagged anyone because I’m on mobile.

One:

It’s what pulls you to consciousness. It’s what has your nose wrinkling in sleep as you stretch out your arms and wiggle your toes.

A soft press of lips to your bare shoulder; another to your neck before more are pressed to your face.

Your eyes flutter open as Ron kisses the tip of your nose. A sleepy smile crosses your face; very much enjoying being woken up this way.

“What did I do to deserve a wake up like that?”

Ron chuckles, “Nothing. Do you need to have done something to deserve that?”

You hum, still smiling as you consider your answer. “No, I don’t think I do. In fact, I’d like to be woken up like that more often.”

Morning breath disregarded, Ron laughs as he leans in for the first kiss of the day. The first kiss of many, no doubt about it.

The blankets are soft and Ron’s smile is loving. His hands are warm and his touch, tender as he gathers you in his arms once more.

The morning is still early; neither of you have any pressing need to leave the bed, so you don’t.

Two:

Ron Weasley has never been much of a reader. He read textbooks; he read his homework over, checking for mistakes. Yet, he never understood the magic behind reading.

That is, until you showed him.

Now, he reads a lot. He reads with you nearly every evening, winding down for bed with another chapter of the battered paperback book sitting on the coffee table. It’s one you’ve read a thousand times before, but never with Ron until he asked you to read it with him.

From then, evenings were filled with a new chapter of the book that had captured his imagination and only made his love for you grow more.

Your voice is soft, words proclaimed slower as tiredness clings to your body. The book has drooped in your hands, and Ron ends up holding one half of it up as you rest back onto his chest.

His eyes follow the words you speak, noticing how a yawn interrupts each new sentence.

Ron pats your thigh, drawing your attention from the book. “Come on,” He says gently, “It’s time we head to bed.”

“I haven’t finished this chapter,” You protest, turning your head to face him.

Ron shakes his head, “Love, you’re falling asleep in my lap. We can continue this tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Ron swears, taking the book from your hands and dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

One look at you and Ron knows it won’t be long until you’re asleep. He shakes his head in humour, feeling the way his heart races in his chest when you automatically reach for him, ready to go to bed.

He’s a sap, but he’s a sap for you.

Three:

Memory had never been your strongsuit. It had become routine to leave yourself notes around the house, reminding you to remember things in your rush to get out of the door on time for work.

However, today, as you sat down at your desk you had noticed you’d forgotten the files needed for your second meeting of the day.

Panic settles in soon after that, and you begin to pace the floor of your office. Your eyes remain on the clock as you argue with yourself, wondering whether you would have the time between meetings to apparate back home to grab the files and get back.

Tears well in your eyes as defeat settles over you. You would not have time, and you would lose this meeting, disappointing not only your boss but yourself as you had worked hard for the last two weeks putting everything together.

Biting your lip, you reach for a tissue, wiping your eyes. Berating yourself so intensely, you don’t hear the knock on your office door.

You don’t hear anything until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You jump at the feel of them; turning suddenly to scream at whoever would grab you without permission but all the fight in your body dies the moment you meet Ron’s eyes.

More tears well in your eyes as you face crumples. Ron splutters, somewhat alarmed as you hide your face in his chest, letting a few tears escape. Inhaling the comforting scent of his aftershave, you start to pull yourself back together.

“What’s caused this, babe?” Ron asks, concerned.

“I left some files at home and I don’t have time between meetings to go back and get them.”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” He comforts blindly, running a hand through your hair.

You shake your head, a new wave of defeat washing over you, “It isn’t. I worked so hard on them! It’s just typical I forget them.”

“Babe, it’s going to be okay,” Ron presses, “Want to know why?”

“Why?” You ask, despite yourself, curiosity getting the better of you.

Ron grins, pulling out a beige file from behind his back. “Because I grabbed it for you before I left.”

You sniffle as more tears make their way down your face. Ron’s eyes widen, his face alarmed, “What? What’s happened? Have I done something wrong?”

You shake your head, grasping his face in both hands. “You’ve done absolutely everything right, I love you,” You whisper before pulling him in for a kiss.

Memory may not be your strongsuit, but your love for Ron is.

Four:

The cafe never seemed to have much foot traffic. Instead, it had its series of regulars every day - a new crowd of recognisable faces on each day of the week.

Ron and yourself frequented the cafe every Saturday, feeling instantly at home when taking a seat at the tables outside.

It is the same waiter that takes your orders; he greets you both by name and with a smile that screams friendship. He lingers for a moment or two; catching up with you briefly despite only seeing each other just last Saturday.

There isn’t much conversation; simply enjoying being in each other’s company as the both of you savour the fine weather that is often deemed as unusual for England.

Ron watches you tip your face back; letting the sun’s rays soak into your skin, the warmth of them brightening your mood further. You turn your face, feeling Ron’s eyes on you as you peek open one eye, smiling widely at the love of your life before turning your attention back to the sun.

He watches all of this with baited breath. There hasn’t been a day in your relationship where Ron hasn’t had his breath stolen by you. It’s a common feature; he’s utterly enchanted by you - wrapped up in whatever spell you have cast upon him.

Whatever magic it is, Ron is certain he wants no end of it. He’ll take it all; he’ll take every single piece.

“I love you very much. You know that, don’t you?” Ron asks, unable to help himself when stating the obvious but wanting to make sure. His hands reaches for your across the metal table, squeezing your fingers as your hands tangle together.

You hum, “I know that. I love you too, always have, always will.”

Five:

The Burrow had never known quiet; there was always something happening, something sounding. Even at night, the snores of the eldest Weasley boys sounded through the house.

It was tradition in the Weasley household for Sunday’s to be dedicated to family time. The whole brood congregating at their childhood home to enjoy their sibling’s company and the food so lovingly cooked by their mother.

There was no doubt about it: Ron Weasley was a family man. He loved them all separately even if they did get on his nerves. He would do all that he could to help them in their time of need; he had proven that countless times over - the war had proven that for the seven of them.

Ron had been nervous about introducing you to his family; their opinion mattering the most. However, he had no reason to worry or panic.

They loved you. They welcomed you in with open arms and wide smiles; asking you about your life and your job - plans for the future.

It had only added to the warmth in Ron’s chest whenever he looked at you.

Even now, years later, on Sunday afternoons. The warmth in his chest still blooms when he catches sight of you helping out his mother in the kitchen, laughing at one of Molly’s many stories about her children.

Ron watches you pass Molly a plate from the cupboard; a broad smile on your face as you do so. He watches as you meet his eyes, the smile still on your face as you wave at him before beckoning him over.

He shakes his head, content enough to watch you with his mother.

You pout playfully before mouthing, “I miss you.”

It’s that one moment of tenderness that decides it for him.

That one moment that decides it all.

He wants this for the rest of his life. He wants you for the rest of his life.

#ron weasley x reader #ron x reader #ron weasley imagines #ron weasley imagine #Ron Weasley

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years

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Mischief In His Eyes (Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader)

Summary: Playing truth or dare.

Prompt: Fluffy list: 1 - "You look so cute when you're mad."

Author's Note: This is my short contribution to @whack-ed 's writing challenge to honour the crossed line of their 200 followers. You deserve it so much and then some more! Congratulations!

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

"There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights." - Bram Stoker

It was hard. It was so damn hard not to stare at the red-headed boy with a smile brighter than the sun itself, kind heart and that devilish spark in his observant eyes that hid more secrets than the deepest of oceans.

"Stop staring at Fred and spin the bottle, Y/N." Ron nugged her side smirking at her best friend.

"I'm not staring at anybody!" she exclaimed maybe too quickly and too loudly than she should furrowing her eyebrows, her cheeks blushing slightly at the comment.

"You look so cute when you're mad." Fred stated matter-of-factly as he reached for another bottle to take a big gulp of the pleasing firewhiskey. He said it so casually, just like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Y/N felt suddenly so hot in the Gryffindor common room even though the winter was at its best.

"So Y/L/N," George joined the conversation trying his hardest not to burst out laughing, "truth or dare?"

She looked around for Hermione's comforting eyes as if she could make her disappear.

"Dare."

Fred's eyes sparkled instantly, his lips curled into a devilish grin. "I dare you to kiss me."

It was exactly at this moment when it seemed like all the air was sucked out of Y/N's lungs and she wiped her sweaty palms into her trousers. She could swear that everybody could hear her pounding heart; as if all the awaiting stares weren't enough.

Y/N leaned closer, Fred's typical smell of gunpowder and mischief stunned her sences. Now it was just her and him. No Ron, no Hermione, no George. Just Y/N and Fred.

The kiss wasn't like anything the muggle authors write about. It was too quick to her liking, but yet so intimate she could still feel his hot lips on hers after she pulled away. Y/N immediately longed for more and she had to force herself to sit back down on her spot next to Ron.

The game ended soon after their precious moment and Y/N met Fred's eyes once more when she was leaving the common room with Hermione by her side. He sent her another smile, this time sincere, genuine, with no sign of irony or mischief.

Y/N hid her trembling hands into her sweater pockets finding some odd object in there. She pulled out a folded piece of paper with a handwriting she would recognize anywhere.

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower in 15 minutes. We've got some unfinished business to take care of.

Her eyes looked up again to find the tall red-head but he was already gone. A quiet laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head.

"You coming, Y/N? We should get some sleep." Hermione spoke up pointing in the direction of their dormitory.

"Go ahead. I think I'll stay here for awhile."

"Sure you will. Just make sure Snape's not gonna catch you two but I believe Fred knows exactly what he's doing."

#harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #george weasley #hermione granger #cedric diggory #ron weasley #draco malfoy #jk rowling #imagine #fanfic #love #neville longbottom

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queridapotter · 3 years

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LAST FRIDAY NIGHT | HARRY JAMES POTTER

Pairing: Harry James Potter x Reader

Warnings: I think no important warning :)

Last Friday night, you end up sleeping with Harry Potter after having a few drinks. English is not my native language so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes.

Saturday morning arrived at Hogwarts as a long-awaited birthday. Everyone had spent the entire week walking to each class, patiently wishing the weekend would come. Slytherin and Gryffindor were scheduled for a Quidditch match at 6:00 pm and many clubs were meeting during the day. Almost no one chose to stay inside the castle due to the extravagant weather, but few even woke up.

Y/n and Harry were one of those few people. Lying together on the single bed inside the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Clinging or hugging, in any case, the distance between them is nonexistent. As a single person, the two were perfectly comfortable in a cute position, with Harry entwining Y/n's waist and Y/n fitting her face into the curve of Harry's neck.

Little did they know where they were. Harry, a Gryffindor, had planned a party together with his friend Ron; the day before, that would be in the Gryffindor common room, inviting Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff students. Y/n, Luna and Cho obviously went, not knowing the creators of the party, but still they were.

The celebration continued, as two drunk students climbed the stairs of the communal, kissing and making out until they reached the point where two excited people could no longer interrupt what they had started.

For Y/n, the last thing they remember is leaving the Ravenclaw common room and having a small competition on who could turn over the most shots of liquor at once. Potter's last memory was drinking, dancing, making fun of the Weasley's twins and drinking again.

Now they are in a deep sleep. Even with the strong sunlight hitting their faces, none dared to move a muscle, probably the side effects of drinking; The Hangover.

Or something simpler, like having sex until dawn.

"Hey Harry... Oh my God, did Potter really take a girl yesterday?!" George says entering the dorm and being surprised to see Harry and Y/n so close together as they sleep. Or rather, woke up.

At this point the noise of the bedroom door woke them both at the same time, even sleepy they didn't understand anything.

Narration Y/n

"No no no and no!" I repeat it several times as I force my body to sit up. Everything, exactly everything is different! "W... What am I doing here?" I ask incredulously to a tall, red-haired boy who is leaning against the doorframe.

"Good morning..." As music the boy hummed, smiling in amusement and shifting his gaze to a boy beside me.

"Look, I don't want to be boring or spoil the couple atmosphere between you guys, but practice will start in 30 minutes and my friend Harry needs to be ready for tonight."

The boy continued, still smiling as if the situation was hilarious. Before leaving and closing the bedroom door, he gives both of us a wink.

"Wait a minute…" The brunette next to me mumbles, taking his hands from my waist and sitting down on the bed beside me. "What happened between us?" His messy hair and his face showing that he's just woken up indicates that neither he nor I know what happened the night before.

"II don't know," I admit, my voice cracking. In fact I'm more lost than anyone here. "Where are we?" I continue, still finding the red and airy place strange.

"What?" He laughs at my question, rubbing his face and rubbing his eyes "We're in the boys' dormitory, where else would we be? Only if..." The boy instantly stops with what he's doing and stares at me, widening his eyes and rolling his gaze for all my face, hair and neck. "Aren't you a Gryffindor?" His curious question surprised me... Of course I'm not a Gryffindor!

"Oh, no?" In a questioning tone, I practically failed to laugh. Me? Gryffindor? Only if it's in another life! "I am Ravenclaw just like the rest of my family!" I say the obvious.

"Then it's clear why you don't recognize the place." He states, returning with a light, confused expression, "Your common room is in the next tower, dear." In amusement, a sly smile appeared on the brunette's face.

"But then what the hell do I do in your room and in your bed?" I ask running my hands through my hair and tying it into a loose bun. Personally I'm really scared of the answer, but it relieves me to know that I didn't do anything last night...or at least nothing I can remember.

"Do you know your name?" he asks, looking at me intently.

"Know"

"Then it's not amnesia. Now, I'm sure if we had sex yesterday, we'd know." He speaks firmly and winks at me, making me blush heavily.

I've never had sex before, I'm a virgin and I know it. Of course if my first time was at a time when I was drunk, it would probably leave me confused, frustrated and sad. But it's not the case.

"Well, as much as I want to know why a cute girl wakes up in my bed first thing in the morning, I really need to go to Quidditch practice so let's move on to the next one" He says taking my hand and placing a kiss in it, making me blush even more.

We turned to opposite sides and got up off the bed, balancing ourselves and making the sleep go away completely.

"Wait a minute... Why am I just wearing a wool dress?" I ask widening my eyes and touching the warm fabric. "I… II don't even have a wool dress!" Completely startled, my tone rose, letting out a thin scream.

"Hmm... Well, this isn't a dress, it's my Gryffindor sweater" Harry comments, making me quickly raise my hand and cover my mouth, avoiding screaming any louder. "Look... I don't know where my shirt is either so... You're not the only one if it makes you better."

He says trying to comfort me with a small smile. I can see that he already understood everything.

Drug, drug, drug, a thousand times drug!

"Please don't tell me we had sex yesterday!" I plead with the boy, sitting back down on the bed. He was already losing his balance with shock.

"It's okay, I don't say" He replies, picking up his belt from the floor and putting it around his pants...

"I mean…be honest about what you think." I demand standing on the bed and facing the tall boy, who is now the same height as me.

"Want to know what I think about what happened?" he asks, stopping fastening his belt and looking me deep in the eyes. For some reason he can see all my insecurities about it, making him take my hands and squeeze them.

"I do want to," I say, then biting my lower lip

"In my opinion, we had drinks at the party yesterday, went upstairs to the boys' dorm, and then…" He trails off, looking away from the bed and then back to me again. "...Then we had sex for hours until we forgot we should have gone back to our common rooms"

"Hey!" I catch his eye, arching an eyebrow "I thought you were going to say something cute!" I chide, feeling a pang of sadness attack me. Of course, I wish it had been different! My first time should have been a time where rather; I remembered what happened the next morning!

"Love, it wasn't cute what we did, it was sexy!" He chuckled, releasing my hands and walking around the room, looking for his shirt.

"It's just…well" I try to hesitate to speak, but something tells me I need to tell him this, "Considering it was my first time, I really wish I'd remembered that." Complete, biting his lip more nervously. I sit up in bed and look up at the brunette, who has started to stare at me with mixed feelings covering the tension.

Confusion? Repentance? I didn't even know...

"I'm sorry you don't remember how it went" He replies after a few seconds, in a tone above audible, walking towards me. "Everyone says a girl's first time has to be important, and I agree with that!" He speaks, taking my hands again and pulling me, forcing me off the bed.

I stare at our hands together and then look at her bright green irises;

"Look, I want you to know that; regardless of whether we're drunk or not, it doesn't change the fact that it must have been awesome. If it was horrible we probably wouldn't have woken up in the same bed !" The taller one asks making me laugh weakly along with him. Soon he leans closer, bringing our bodies together and kissing my forehead, bringing his hands to the hem of my dress, I mean sweater.

He pulls on the outfit, catching me off guard, the little force used to lift the piece and get it off my body made him smile playfully, leaving me with just a white t-shirt and my underwear underneath.

"Now, if you don't mind I really need these two clothes" He asks as he laughs in my face, which shows the shock I took when I thought I would only be wearing underwear.

"Su-sure..." I come back to reality, taking the shirt from my body and giving it to him, who runs his gaze over my body discreetly and then bites his lower lip, avoiding showing a smile covered in malice.

"Thanks, dear. If you want to get some of my clothes while you can't find your dress for me, that's no problem!" He announces, putting on his shirt and then his sweater over it. I just nod, taking a red sweatshirt from her drawer and putting it on my body, making it look like a short dress.

"See you later..." He stops talking, looking at me with some curiosity, then I realize that we haven't even introduced ourselves.

"Y/n! I mean, my name is Y/n." I mumble, pulling on a pair of the heels he was wearing last night.

"Nice name. My name is Harry Potter" He smiles with an amused expression, bending down near the door and picking up the other pair of the heels I'm looking for. "Here it is," he extends his arm, making me walk over to him and take the same, fitting my left foot.

"Thank you," I say, smiling slightly.

He gives me another wink, leaving the room and then closing the door, leaving me completely alone in the dorm.

Oh, by Merlin, I need to fix things!!

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“Out of Time”: A Harry James Potter Imagine: PS OC : Chapter Two : “Lessons in Unconditional Love”

Harry James Potter x PS OC featuring a time travel theme.

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A couple of weeks had passed since Jess had officially integrated into Hogwarts... in the 70s of all places.

The school was abuzz with the news of the transfer and she was well recieved in the house of Gryffindor.

Everyone was highly amused by her accent.

Firstly, because she was American.

And secondly, because she came from the southern part of America... meaning she had a southern accent.

James literally thought it was the best thing to have ever happened to him.

He'd taking to calling her Cowgirl at every opportunity.

He'd even proclaimed them to be the baddest in Gryffindor because together they were Jessi James.

An obvious play on the notorious outlaw from American history.

He'd instantly become obsessed with literally anything slightly American Western related.

However, he was appalled by the concept of a cold glass of sweet tea and insisted that they treat themselves to a glass of sasparilla instead.

If he wasn't so damn cute, she'd have probably smacked his hyperactive self.

He reminded her of her Harry a lot though which was a welcome presence when she was missing him so much.

It was hard to sleep in that dorm bed when she'd become so accustomed to being cuddled up to Harry, with Teddy's little turquoise mop tucked between them more often than not.

She missed her little rugrat too and sometimes caught herself staring at Remus just a bit too long.

Teddy had barely had a chance to spend any time with Remus at all but he was more like him than the lanky teen would ever realize.

Sirius had warmed up to her considerably and what amused her more than anything was when he would approach her in his animagus form.

Which was exactly what he was doing at that very moment.

She'd been sitting by the Black Lake.

Memories of herself and the twins terrorizing Harry, Ron and Hermione clouding her vision as she sat there.

She was homesick and beginning to think she'd never be able to go back.

At times she just wanted to burst into a dead run and go for it but the Headmaster had strongly advised her against even if she did feel like she could beat them before they could get to her.

In all honesty, she'd somewhat knew when she did this that there was a possibility that it would be a one way trip.

She had been willing to make that sacrifice for Harry.

It's just that she landed a few years too early.

She got distracted for a moment and when she did the pull had jerked her to a stop in time like it usually did.

She'd meant to travel back to that fateful Halloween night and kill Voldemort before he had the chance.

She planned on killing him and then making James and Lily aware of his horcruxes so that they could destroy them and hopefully raise Harry to have a happy life.

She knew that by doing that she might not ever meet Harry but she loved him so... she was willing to do it.

She just missed him so much and couldn't help it when a few tears leaked from her eyes.

A soft, wet nose prodded at her arm and she turned to see Sirius, as Padfoot, sitting beside her.

She offered him a small smile.

Of course, she knew it was him but he didn't know that she knew it was him.

"Hello, Mr. Dog." she said. "Lovely to see you again. Although, you might be pushing your luck. If McGonagall gets word that there's a dog on the grounds she'll likely throw you out. She hates dogs you know."

His eyes, so like her own, twinkled in a mischief he believed he only knew.

He whined at her slightly and licked her cheek and she laughed.

"Oh, I'm alright." she said. "Just a bit homesick is all. Seeing you helps though. Just missing some loved ones is all."

He simply put his head in her lap and she began to rub his ears.

"You're a good boy, you know." she said, her emotions getting the best of her.

She knew what kind of life her dad had.

Especially, at this point in his life.

By this point, he'd already run away to the Potters but it was no secret that Sirius had a very awful upbringing.

"And you're very special." she said, her eyes tearing up. "You're very good and loving and you've got a big heart. The best of a friend. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. Don't you ever let anyone hurt you or tell you otherwise because you are the best da- dog, anyone could ever ask for."

He moved again and looked at her, curiosity shining in his eyes surrounded by black fur.

"And I'm weird because I'm talking to a dog but whatever. Just so you know." she said sniffling. "Don't let anyone give you shit just because of well, whatever reason. Yes, you look like the Grim. That's true. But it doesn't matter what a person looks like or their name or their family or where they come from. What matters is what's in here."

She reached out and touched his heart beneath his furry chest.

Sirius leaned forward and nuzzled her face with his furry head and she just sniffled.

"Someone really important to me told me that." she admitted, tears cascading from her stormy gray eyes. "I didn't get to see him very much because he was gone for most of my life. But he was a good person. He was the best dad I could have ever asked for. And he loved me and I never doubted that."

Sirius just froze looking at her as she literally had a mental breakdown in front of her.

To him, this American girl was clearly missing her father who he could only assumed had died.

But to Jess, she was sitting her with the dog/teenage version of her father.... mourning the loss of him in the future.

She was sad because he was gone and trying so desperately to deal with the fact that he was literally sitting right next to her.

He whined and cuddled closer to her just desperate to get her to stop crying.

She laughed when he popped his snout under chin.

"Oh, I'm alright, Mr. Dog." she said. "I just really miss my dad is all. He had a bit of a rough go at life too. People always gave him looks because of his family name. But he was the best. Just the best. He was in prison when I was a little girl, you know. But I had his picture and I'd set it up with my teddy bears and have a tea party. And I just knew that if he were there he'd surely let me dress him in my tutus and paint his nails and have imaginary tea and cakes with me. Because he was a good Daddy."

In that moment, Sirius wanted nothing more than to let this girl, this strange girl from American, dress him up.

Put makeup on him, braid his hair, paint his nails, put a tiara on him- anything to get her to stop crying.

It broke his heart.

Jess eventually simmered down and actually fell asleep against the tree.

Sirius took the opportunity to nip away and transform back into himself at the edge of the forest.

He looked on at the girl who seemed so familiar to him and decided that she was ok.

He felt rotten for being so suspicious of her when here she was obviously homesick and clearly dealing with the loss of someone who loved her very much.

He didn't know what that was like from a parent but in that moment he decided that if he ever were to become a father... he'd be like her dad.

He'd love a kid unconditionally and do everything in his power to make sure they knew that.

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Chapter One

Chapter Three

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aidanchaser · 3 years

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta'd by @ageofzero @magic713m @ccboomer @aubsenroute @somebodyswatson

Chapter Eight The Wedding Reception

Ginny did not hear much of Bill and Fleur’s vows. The ceremony was lovely, really, and Fleur looked stunning, of course. Her beauty was so radiant that it made Bill, with his scars and all, more handsome just for standing beside her. Fleur was dressed in a silvery white gown and Ginny and Gabrielle in gold, and there were Flutterby bushes and golden balloons — all of it was absolutely wonderful, but by the time Bill and Fleur exchanged their first married kiss, all Ginny could think of was how much she would like to sit down.

Despite the painful pressure on her toes, she stood beside Gabrielle and Charlie as the wedding guests came to offer their congratulations and a photographer snapped shots of the wedding party. Charlie ran a hand through his short hair, probably missing all of the inches Molly had cut off last night just as much as Ginny was missing her trainers. Gabrielle fidgeted discreetly with the small bouquet, better poised than Ginny but probably just as eager to be done standing in front of a crowd.

Still, Ginny smiled as a dozen Weasley relatives paraded by and wished Bill and Fleur well. There were half as many Delacours, all with the grace and charm that Fleur, her mother, and sister shared, and all clearly descended from the same Veela grandmother.

Hagrid and Madame Maxime came to give their well-wishes, too. Hagrid wiped tears from his eyes after greeting the happy couple, and he stopped to shake Charlie’s hand.

“How’s Norbert?” he asked.

Charlie grinned. “She’s Norberta, and she’s vicious. She’s doing just fine on her own.”

Madame Maxime said something in French to Gabrielle, and Ginny tried not to look bored as she scanned the line of well-wishers. Xenophilius Lovegood’s bright yellow robes stood out like the first bloom after a frost. She did not see Luna nearby, but she did see the Potters, the Lupins, and the Longbottoms clustered together — with Sirius Black, of course.

She met Harry's eyes and straightened her posture. She thoroughly enjoyed the way his ears darkened as he looked at her. Great-Aunt Muriel may have complained about the cut of Ginny’s dress, but Ginny had no complaints, and she didn’t think Harry did either.

Her dad had suggested that the Potters disguise themselves for the wedding, but in the end, the Potters had decided that it wasn’t necessary. It would be obvious who they really were unless they distanced their false appearances from everyone they knew, and in that case, Lily had pointed out, why attend a wedding at all. Ginny was glad for it, because it meant she could kiss Harry openly.

“You look stunning,” he said, as his parents congratulated Bill and Fleur.

She grinned, and for a moment, forgot about her shoes. “Thanks. You look nice too.”

Harry looked down at his robes. Apart from his new watch chain, they were the same robes that he had worn to Dumbledore’s funeral, but she hadn’t said anything about them then. It hadn’t seemed right, even though she had thought it. Harry cleaned up well, and she liked that his hair never flattened properly. It made him look roguish and rebellious, qualities she had always appreciated in her heroes.

“Oh, ‘arry,” Fleur interrupted, turning from James and Lily for a moment, “Papa ‘as inseested zat we take a photo with all of ze Champions. I will find you after ze dance, oui?”

“Er — sure.”

Ginny squeezed Harry’s hands. “Could you save me a seat? I think the line’s almost done with.”

“You don’t want to dance?”

“I would like nothing more than to sit down and kick off these shoes for a minute, please.”

“Alright, then.” He glanced nervously at his parents, but when he saw they were turned away to say something to the Longbottoms, he kissed her.

Ginny, who had done everything she could to abandon shyness, could not help but find Harry’s embarrassment cute. Perhaps it was foolish of her to think she liked everything about Harry, and maybe someday she would grow annoyed with his modesty around his parents, but right now, she loved everything — well, almost everything.

She had to admit, she was not fond of this dangerous quest business. Though she had always admired Harry for his bravery and his commitment to doing the right thing, she wished that didn’t come with a year of separation for them. It was hard not to feel abandoned, even though she knew that wasn’t the truth of the matter at all.

At least she knew that the mirror was tucked safely in her trunk. She did feel some guilt about having taken it from James and Lily — but not enough to return it.

And anyway, she did not truly believe that Harry would be separated from them all together. James, Lily, and Sirius would not let Harry be on his own for long. They didn’t need the mirror, not as much as she did.

At least, that was what she told herself, and what she had told Hermione when Hermione had asked her if this was the right choice.

The band began to play the song for Bill and Fleur’s first dance, and Ginny slipped away as quickly as she could without seeming anxious to get away. She found Harry seated at a table with Luna, Neville, Ron, and Hermione, and she gratefully sank into the open seat next to Harry.

“You look lovely, Ginny,” Luna said with a smile.

Ginny smiled and reached down to undo the strap of her heel. “You do too, Luna.”

Luna smiled. Her robes were as brightly colored as her father’s, and while they stood out, they suited Luna.

“I told Daddy everyone would be in dress robes,” she said, “but he believes you ought to wear sun colours to a wedding, for luck, you know.”

Ginny looked down at her gold dress. “Close enough.”

The tent was filled with applause as the song ended. The band followed up with another slow waltz; Ginny’s father took Mrs. Delacour’s hand, and Mr. Delacour took her mother’s. Slowly, the dance floor filled with couples.

“Oh, I love this song,” Luna said dreamily, and stood.

“Er — could I join you?” Neville asked, his cheeks bright pink.

Luna beamed.

Ron pursed his lips as Luna twirled in a circle and pulled Neville into the spin with her. He stumbled over his own feet, but successfully avoided a full sprawl into the floor.

“I suppose that fits alright,” Ron said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ginny asked, not caring to shield the acid in her voice.

“Er — you know. They’re just… er — Hermione, care for a dance?”

Hermione looked pleased to be asked, and readily took Ron’s hand.

Ginny frowned as Ron disappeared into the crowd. She felt particularly protective of Luna and Neville, having briefly dated each of them — or at least, she had gone on a date with each of them. Though neither outing had formed into a lasting relationship, she cared very much for the two of them, and did not think it fair of Ron to disparage them in any way.

Next to her, Harry stifled a yawn, and Ginny leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Not sleeping well without me?” she teased.

He hummed thoughtfully, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He did not answer her question, though.

Harry had a habit of getting lost in his own head. She had first noticed it during their shared summer in Grimmauld Place. His vacant expression would appear towards the end of meals, or sometimes in the middle of cleaning. Hermione had speculated that it might be the side-effect of a dementor attack, but Ginny knew better, because Ginny still got lost in her own mind from time to time. Sometimes, it was just too easy to walk the paths of dark memories. She didn’t know why her mind veered towards dangerous corridors habitually, like a familiar road home, but she worked very hard to tread new paths, to forge brighter places to walk. She wanted Harry to forge those new paths, too.

“Harry?” Ginny asked. “You still in there?”

“Er — sorry. Just… Do you know someone named Gregorovitch?”

Ginny frowned and racked her brain for the name. She came up blank. “You don’t mean Gorgovitch? From the Chudley Cannons?”

Harry ran a hand through his hair. His eyes were still distant, still wandering “No. I don’t think so. But maybe it does have something to do with Quidditch…”

“Where did you hear it?”

“In a dream.”

Ginny shook her head. “Well, I can’t think of any Quidditch players named Gregorovitch. At least not in Britain.” She was about to suggest Harry ask Ron, though she doubted Ron would have any better ideas, when she saw Viktor Krum standing near the dance floor, with a drink in his hand, chatting with Cedric Diggory.

“You could ask Krum,” she suggested. “He probably knows the names of loads more international players than I do.”

Harry’s brow creased. “Krum… — Oh, no. Fleur’s found them.”

“She’s waving you over.” Ginny slid her shoes back on and regretted it instantly. Her feet throbbed before she had even finished fastening the straps.

“I don’t want to pose for anymore Triwizard Champions photos.”

“Don’t worry; there won’t be another until they trot you all out in a hundred years to revive the competition, when you’re all withered and grey. Take this one. It’s the last one you’ll look good in.”

Harry laughed, and Ginny smiled, despite her feet. She took his hand as they left their seats.

“Venez vite!” Fleur said, waving her hand. Even as hurried as she was, she made the wave look graceful.

Harry picked up his pace with a strained smile. Ginny lagged behind, afraid to tumble in her tight, tall shoes.

She wondered how much more of this there would be if Harry survived the war, how many more photographs Harry would be dragged into. He was The Chosen One, the saviour of the Wizarding World, and five years from now, ten years from now… How would she fit into all of that?

Ginny hastily banished the thought. She didn’t like to think that far into the future. It was full of too much uncertainty. If Harry survived. If Ron survived. If Hermione survived. If her parents survived, her brothers —

For now, she was just happy to have today.

“They really do make quite the intimidating set,” a young man beside Ginny said.

She frowned up at the vaguely familiar face, tried to place the pale blonde hair and green eyes. He was graceful enough to be a cousin of Fleur’s but something nagged in her that she had seen him at Hogwarts before.

He carried two drinks, but he did not offer one to her. When he realised she was staring, he raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t remember me? That’s alright. You were about waist-high last time we met. I’m Christian Thelborne. I’d shake your hand, but —” He held up the two goblets apologetically.

His name slid into Ginny’s memory like a nail splintering wood. He was a former Gryffindor prefect, and during her first year at Hogwarts, he had caught her out of bed after hours. He had walked her back to Gryffindor Tower and had promised not to mention a word of their encounter to Percy. Ginny didn’t remember much about that night, except that she had been stressed to the point of tears, and Percy scolding her had been just a tiny part of that stress.

“Sorry,” she said, and tried to focus on the balloons that drifted behind Christian’s head, rather than recalling that dark Hogwarts corridor. “I don’t remember much of my first year.”

“I try not to remember mine, either,” he said with a grimace. “Fell flat on my face in my first flying lesson. Put me off Quidditch forever.”

Ginny laughed politely, grateful for the shift in conversation. Her gratitude, however, did not last long.

“Percy says you’re a fair flyer yourself.”

“More than fair,” she said, perhaps a bit more heatedly than Christian deserved, but not nearly as much as Percy deserved.

“Shame he isn’t here. I was looking forward to slipping a Cockroach Cluster into his drink for old times’ sake.”

“I’m sure he’s working,” she snapped, and wished desperately for Christian to stop talking.

“Scrimgeour gave him the day off, actually. I’m not sure that makes it any better, knowing he had a choice.”

Ginny bit down on her tongue to refrain from making any further disparaging comments, and to simply end the conversation. She had spent the hour before the ceremony consoling her mother, who had tearfully suggested they should delay another ten minutes, twenty minutes, that perhaps he was running late, perhaps he had gotten stuck or splinched. She would not add to her mother’s grief by letting her know that Scrimgeour had given Percy leave to attend today, and Percy had still refused it.

Her silence, apparently, communicated all of that better than her acrid tone had.

“I’m sorry,” Christian said. “He and I were good friends once upon a time. I just thought — ah, it looks like our boys have finished with the spotlight for now.”

Fleur kissed each of her fellow Champions on the cheek and flitted off to greet other guests. Ginny hoped that Fleur would pause for a moment to eat or enjoy Bill’s company, but she doubted a bride was afforded that sort of privilege on her wedding day. Ginny privately vowed that whenever that day came for her, she would only have close friends nearby, and it would be nothing more ostentatious than a Quidditch Cup victory celebration.

The only trick to it would be making sure her mother didn’t catch wind of the wedding until it was about to begin.

Now that the photographs had concluded, Ginny and Christian rejoined the group of Champions. Ginny wrapped her arm around Harry’s, and thought he looked just as relieved to be done with photographs as she was to be free of her uncomfortable conversation with Christian. Christian handed one of his glasses to Cedric.

“Thanks,” Cedric said, and took a sip of the drink “Harry, I don’t know if you’ve met Christian Thelborne —”

“I’m surprised we haven’t met yet,” Christian said, and shook Harry’s hand. “I was a prefect for Gryffindor your first few years at Hogwarts. Your mother was one of my favourite professors.”

“Er — sorry I don’t remember you,” Harry said.

“You had a lot going on those first few years. And every year thereafter, from what Cedric’s said.”

“I think we all had a lot going on,” Cedric said. “They ought to change the school motto to ‘never an uneventful year.’”

“Not a bad idea. My first year, a curse had people Sleepwalking into the Forbidden Forest,” Christian said, with a laugh that didn’t match his words. “Had all of us firsties terrified to go to bed at night.”

Krum frowned. “That sounds horrible.”

“A student was killed in my first year,” Cedric said, staring thoughtfully into his glass. “I didn’t know them but it certainly… set a tone.”

Ginny had only been eight years old that year, but she remembered when Charlie had come home from Hogwarts. He hadn’t been the same Charlie that hed left. Sure, he would still coax gnomes out of their garden with treats and still fall asleep in the chicken coop, but he had quit Quidditch and spent more time on his own than playing with her that summer.

Tragedy changed people. It had changed her, it had changed Harry — and her gut twisted as she considered that tragedy was far from over for all of them.

Ginny swallowed and pushed down her fears. In search of a lighter topic of conversation, she asked, “Krum, how are the playoffs shaping up?”

“Senegal looks very good this year,” Krum said quickly, clearly grateful for the lifeline. “Ve vere supposed to play Ireland last week but Ryan did not show and they had to forfeit. It vas not the satisfying rematch I had hoped for.”

“Didn’t I read that you’re practically qualified for the Cup already?” Cedric asked.

“Perhaps. Ve are doing vell in our group, but I do not think ve vill get very far in the playoffs.” Krum shrugged, but Ginny could see the disappointment in his dark eyes. “Vat about you, Cedric, and you, Harry? Vill either of you be going out for a team for the next Cup?”

“I don’t think I’m quite good enough,” Harry admitted. “Maybe in a few years — I mean, I’ve only really won the school championship one time. Every other time, well, it was mostly Ginny. Maybe you’ll be playing against her in a few years.”

“Perhaps I vill.” Krum said. “If she is as good a flyer as you vere vith that dragon, she vill have no trouble finding a team.”

“She’s much better,” Harry promised.

Ginny could not contain her smile. “I’ll see you at the oh-two cup, certainly.”

“I am counting on it,” Krum said with a small nod and a faint smile, something Ginny did not think he showed very often.

Krum’s smile, however, was brief. It turned into a rather dark scowl at something over Ginny’s shoulder. “Who is that?” he asked, voice low. “And vat is he vearing?”

Ginny glanced behind her, unsure what had Krum so angry. She squinted at the crowd of guests, most seated and talking or filling the dance floor. No one stood out as particularly offensive, except perhaps the Lovegoods’ bright yellow robes.

“D’you mean Xenophilius Lovegood?” Harry asked. “I think yellow robes are supposed to be lucky at a wedding, or something.”

“No,” Krum said. “I do not mean his robes. I mean the symbol around his neck.”

Ginny had to squint to see the silver charm dangling from the chain around Xenophilius’ neck. She hadn’t noticed it when he had greeted the wedding party, but she had been preoccupied by everything else he was wearing. She didn’t recognise the strange triangle enclosing a round eye, but surely it was just another Lovegood eccentricity.

Christian, though, made a noise of disgust that matched Krum’s scowl. “I can’t imagine someone would be comfortable sporting Grindelwald’s symbol like that, and in this crowd no less.”

“Grindelwald?” Ginny frowned. “The Dark wizard?”

“It does have a history beyond Grindelwald,” Christian said, “but that doesn’t really matter. I remember assigning a mouthy Ravenclaw a week of detention for etching it into one of his textbooks.”

“There vere always supporters of Grindelvald at Durmstrang, even after his imprisonment in Nurmengard, and those of us who had lost family to Grindelvald vere alvays happy to put them in their place.”

Harry stared at Krum. “I didn’t know…”

“Vy vould you? My grandfather was just one of many that he killed. Grindelvald vas never as poverful in this country. You do not learn his history apart from Dumbledore defeating him.”

“I was taught plenty, but my great-grandfather died fighting Grindelwald.” Christian took another sip of his drink. “I’m named after him.”

Harry looked surprised. “Er — me too. My great-grandfather fought Grindelwald, and that’s why my parents named me after him.”

Christian raised his eyebrows. “An honour we get to share in, then. May we each do them proud.”

Cedric, in a very small and easy to miss gesture, reached for Christian’s hand and squeezed it. Christian did not react, but Ginny wondered how many conversations they must have had about Grindelwald, and about Voldemort.

“Ve vill all do our part,” Krum said, and pulled out his wand to Refill his glass.

Harry stiffened, suddenly, and blurted out, “Gregorovitch!”

Krum frowned. “Yes?”

“Er — nothing. Nevermind. Sorry. I just remembered your wand wasn’t made by Ollivander, that’s all.”

“Is that important?”

“I just — er — was trying to remember — I thought —”

Ginny had always found Harry to be a terrible liar, but he was floundering spectacularly in this moment. She decided to lend him a hand.

“His mum lost her wand in a duel,” Ginny supplied. “With Ollivander still missing, we weren't sure where she might get a replacement.”

Krum nodded. “I haff heard of Ollivander’s disappearance. But I am afraid Gregorovitch cannot help your mother. He retired years ago. I vos one of the last to purchase a vand from him.”

“Lily Potter doesn’t have a wand?” Christian asked with a slight frown.

“When Yaxley blew up my parents’ home,” Cedric said, “he nearly took Lily with it.”

“You didn’t mention that she was there.”

Cedric shrugged. “I didn't think it mattered.”

But Cedric did not meet Christian’s eyes, and Christian stared at him with a frown that Ginny was unfortunately familiar with. She had too much experience with half-spoken fights and half-hidden secrets in relationships. Though she knew that Cedric and Christian would have to discuss this, perhaps a wedding was not the best place for it.

“How is staying with Mad-Eye?” she asked Cedric. “I imagine coming home must require thirteen passwords and seven incantations.”

Cedric gave her a smile, full of relief and humour in equal measure. “You're half-right. I had never loved my job more than the days when coming home meant facing an Azkaban-level interrogation. It's nice to be shot of that, finally.”

Harry frowned. “Have your parents fixed your house already?”

“Well, Christian’s lease was up, and he and Anne wanted a bigger space, so he asked —”

“Begged,” Christian corrected with a smile.

“Fine, Christian begged me to move in with him.”

“It took weeks of convincing. While I would love to see Yaxley in Azkaban, I can't help but think if he hadn’t forced you to live with Mad-Eye, you never would have agreed.”

“When are you moving in?” Harry asked.

Ginny frowned at Harry, and tried to understand why there was anger in his question. Christian, despite his inane need to bring up her estranged brother and his distaste for Quidditch, seemed pleasant enough. Why shouldn't Harry be happy that Cedric had an easy escape from Mad-Eye’s house?

“This morning,” Cedric said. “We’ve got a good deal of unpacking to do tonight.” He turned to Krum. “Do you have a match tomorrow? If not, come over and help. Anne’s promised to have some bottles ready to break the place in.”

Ginny laced her fingers into Harry’s suddenly tight fist. She did not understand his frustration, but she knew it would be best to get them both away to talk about it.

“Harry,” she said, “I’m afraid my feet are killing me. Can we sit down?”

Once they had made their polite exit and were well away from Christian, Cedric, and Krum, Ginny asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Harry said. He pulled out a seat for her at an empty table, but she did not take it.

“Harry James Potter, don't you lie to me after I gave you a lovely out from a conversation that upset you.”

He grimaced and she thought she ought to use his full name more often.

“It's just —” He ran his hand through his hair. “I thought Cedric was leaving with me, that's all. But it certainly sounded like he was making plans for the opposite.”

Ginny, glad that Harry had given her the honest answer, took a seat. “It could be a cover.”

“Then why only agree to move in with Christian after Yaxley’s attack?” he asked, and practically fell into the seat beside her. “That was less than a week ago, and we had just talked about…” Harry glanced around, but there did not appear to be anyone listening. He leaned closer to Ginny and lowered his voice all the same. “Hermione and Ron put all this effort into disappearing without getting caught. But Cedric’s making more commitments, and even long-term plans. It doesn't sound like he’s thinking about hunting… you-know-whats. I just wish he had told me that he had changed his mind, I guess.”

Ginny frowned. Cedric was not the sort who backed away from a fight. He might take a while to get there, but he showed up. He had supported Harry in the interview with Rita Skeeter, and had even taken what he could of Umbridge’s abuse in order to shield Harry. He had insisted on following Harry into the Department of Mysteries, even when Regulus had advised against it. She did not think Cedric would abandon Harry now, not when they were so close to finishing this.

“I’m sure Cedric knows what he’s doing,” she finally said.

“I don't know how I would do this without him.”

Ginny squeezed his hand. She, too, did not know what she would do if Ron, Hermione, and Harry had to strike out on their own. Knowing that Cedric and Regulus were involved in this quest gave her some peace of mind. Yes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were of age now but it wasn’t the same as Cedric, who was nearly a full-fledged Auror, or Regulus, who had fought in the first war, albeit on the wrong side.

“Why are you dreaming about a foreign wandmaker?” she asked, and grabbed a bottle of champagne that drifted past Harry’s head.

Harry watched her pour the champagne into two flutes. He did not answer right away, and she wondered if he was searching for a lie. Then he said, “I think Voldemort’s hunting him. I don’t know why. He has Ollivander…”

“You’re dreaming about Ollivander, too?”

Harry grimaced. “Sort of.”

“Is that… safe?” Ginny didn’t know much about Harry’s Occlumency lessons with Snape, but she did remember his parents had valued Occlumency over their hatred of Umbridge, and that said a lot.

“You mean is Ollivander safe? He isn’t.”

“I mean your dreams, Harry.”

Harry shrugged. “Safe or not, I can’t exactly help it. Not unless —” He ducked his head, and looked away. She thought for a moment he wasn’t going to finish his thought and she was going to have to push him again, but he mumbled, “not unless you want to sleep next to me every night.”

She was certain that she had misheard him. “What?”

“I don’t… I don’t dream about Voldemort when I’m with you. Not that I don’t have dreams — and not that I don’t have bad dreams — but it’s different.”

Her face flushed and her stomach filled with Flitterby bushes. “Oh —”

“Ginny!” A pair of heavy hands planted itself on her shoulders. She jumped and spilled her champagne onto the table. “What’s a young thing like you doing sitting down at an event like this? You should be out on the dance floor!”

Ginny, though she was startled and a bit annoyed to have been interrupted, smiled up at her uncle. Uncle Gideon was her favourite uncle, after all. She could forgive him this intrusion.

“In these shoes?” she said. “My feet are pressed tighter than a goat caught in a dragon’s maw.”

Gideon laughed as he fell into the seat next to her. His large belly jostled the table, again knocking over the glass she had just righted, and his lankier brother, Fabian, leaned against it to steady it as he also took a seat.

“Why aren’t you two out on the dance floor?” she shot back and refilled her glass.

Fabian shrugged as he reached into his coat and pulled out a pipe. “No one’s interested in a man with only one hand for caressing.”

Ginny wrinkled her nose. “Sorry that I asked.”

But she grinned as she said it. She’d always liked Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon’s sense of humour. She didn’t know how they’d been raised by the same parents as her over-worried and controlling mother, but they’d gained a special place in Ginny’s heart when they had gifted her her first broom for her fifth birthday.

Gideon used his wand to light Fabian’s pipe, then stuffed his own. “So, Potter, Molly tells us you plan to be off and running soon.”

“Er — yeah, something like that.”

“Molly asked us to talk Ron out of it,” Fabian murmured. He took a long, slow draw on his pipe. “Don’t think we stand much chance of that, and less chance of talking you out of it.”

“I’ve made up my mind,” Harry said. “And Ron’s welcome to make his own decision.”

Ginny reached under the table for Harry’s hand. She did not know if Fabian or Gideon heard the sting in Harry’s voice, but after hearing his concerns about Cedric, it was obvious to her that even the question of Ron leaving hurt.

Gideon shook his head. “No need to draw wands about it. Secrets are part and parcel for the Order — and for Dumbledore.”

“But,” Fabian added in a low voice, “secrets have consequences. Are you prepared for that, Harry?”

“Of course I am,” Harry said quickly. “I’ve faced Voldemort before.”

Gideon lit his pipe. “Our advice is to know when to back down, when to cut and run — and when to ask for help.”

“It’s better,” Fabian added, “to fight another day than to never fight again, even if it means coming home missing a piece or two.”

“I have help,” Harry said. “Regulus knows what we have to do.”

This did not bring Ginny’s uncles any comfort.

Gideon frowned. “I remember bringing Black in. Escorted him and his friends in and out of Azkaban for their trial, too.”

“Didn’t trust anyone else,” Fabian added. “Though I always thought it would be the Lestranges who pulled something first.”

“You never suspected that Barty Crouch would escape?” Ginny asked.

“Not for a minute,” Gideon grunted. “Thought the kid would die in there, and wasn’t surprised when that was the news that came out a few weeks later. Apparently Black’s the one we should have watched out for. Though I can’t say I expected him to live very long, either. There wasn’t much left of him when we found him.”

“No,” Fabian agreed quietly, “not much of him at all. The trial nearly did him in, too.” He stared at the crowd of dancers thoughtfully. “I had always had the idea that he and Barty were dueling when we found them, though I could never decide over what. And Black never said anything to suggest that he hadn’t been at that house with Barty and the Lestranges.”

“Dumbledore said that Regulus betrayed Voldemort, and wanted to keep his betrayal a secret,” Harry said. “Maybe he was more afraid of Voldemort than of Azkaban.”

“But by then, Voldemort was long dead,” Gideon grunted. “If he wanted to be on our side, he had plenty of chances to offer it. Even when we met him after Voldemort’s return, Dumbledore only ever told us that Black was willing to offer information to the Order, but we weren’t to trust him any further than that. I saw the appeal of having an informant, but it always felt a bit like keeping a snake in the cradle.”

“I suppose the snake was Snape all along,” Fabian said. His gaze and voice were still distant, as if he had forgotten he was participating in the conversation.

Harry tensed beside Ginny and she squeezed his hand again. She had never liked Snape either, but his complete betrayal had shocked her, too. It must have been so much worse for Harry, who had believed that Snape loved Lily. It must have been so much worse for the Potters, to know that it was Snape who had shared the prophecy with Voldemort in the first place.

“It feels like we always should have known,” Gideon said. “But that’s what everyone said about Pettigrew, too.”

“What did people say about Peter?” Harry asked quickly.

Gideon shrugged. “That he was quiet, bumbling, and easily persuaded. That it was obvious he was the mole.”

“But,” Fabian’s attention returned to the table, “everyone said the same of Sirius that first week after the attack on the Potters. That he was a Black, that he had always hated Lily, that it was obvious he would betray the Potters. People changed their tune quickly after they learned that Pettigrew was responsible.”

Ginny frowned. “Are you saying it’s never obvious?”

“Nothing is in war,” Gideon said. “All we do is built on lies and secrets. It comes with the job.”

“No one knew that better than Dumbledore,” Fabian said. “I expect that’s why no one ever knew him very well.”

“Doge knew him alright,” Gideon said. “Better than the rest of us, anyway.”

“Even better than Aberforth, I’d wager.”

“Who’s Aberforth?” Ginny asked.

“Dumbledore’s brother,” Fabian said. “Younger, I think.”

Harry frowned. “I think I saw a photograph of him once. Isn’t he in the Order?”

Gideon shrugged. “He feeds us information from time to time.”

“Was he at Dumbledore’s funeral?” Ginny asked.

Fabian and Gideon frowned at each other, as if each expected the other to know.

“I don’t recall,” Fabian finally said.

Ginny considered her own absent brother. If Greyback had killed Bill back in June, and her family had gathered for a funeral instead of a wedding, would Percy have attended?

“I wonder what they fought over,” she murmured.

“Doge wrote in his obituary that they never quite recovered after their sister died,” Gideon said. “They had a rather public fight over her grave in Godric’s Hollow. I expect something as tragic as that could very easily tear a family apart.”

“Godric’s Hollow?” Harry asked. “She’s buried there?”

“It’s where Dumbledore spent most of his youth,” Fabian said. “At least, when he wasn’t at Hogwarts.”

Harry frowned. “I never knew…”

“Most of us didn’t,” said Fabian. “Like Gideon said — lies and secrets come with what we do.”

“But Dumbledore hasn’t always led the Order,” Harry said. “Even before —”

“Even before the Order there was Grindelwald,” Gideon said. “The Wizarding World has looked to Dumbledore as a leader and defender for forty years. A man like that doesn’t get to be a man, not even to his friends.”

“He’s simply a legend,” Fabian said. “A fate I pray none of us have to live with, especially you, Harry.”

Harry fingered the stem of his champagne glass with a brooding face. Ginny searched for something to say to pull him out of his head again.

“Harry,” she tried for a bright voice, “how about that dance?”

He blinked at her. “Er — are you sure —”

She was already on her feet and pulling him out of his chair. “Come on, I really like this song.”

Harry did not look convinced, but he followed her all the same, and they both made hasty goodbyes to her uncles.

“I was getting a bit tired of all of that anyway,” she said as she led him to the dance floor.

“I thought it was interesting.”

“Talking about dying?”

“Talking about Dumbledore. I don’t know, I think if I knew him better, maybe I’d understand what he wanted me to do next.”

As they reached the crowd of dancers, Ginny put Harry’s hands on her waist. “Doge is supposed to be here somewhere,” she said. “Do you want to ask him?”

His hands pressed against her dress of their own accord and he pulled her a little closer. “No, I do want to dance. Maybe after —”

But there would be no after. A silver streak of light passed through the party and came to a halt in the center of the dance floor. It took the form of a lynx, glittering like a star against the backdrop of golden lights strung up in the tent.

The music stopped abruptly, and through the silence, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s deep voice boomed, “The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

#harry potter #harry potter and the deathly hallows #hp fic #hp au #everyone lives au #dh

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pauleonotis · 4 years

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I have a question, what do you think the jobs of the harry potter character would be if it was sent in a modern time with no magic? (Pick any characters, you want :))

Thank you for the ask!! :D and that’s honestly a really good question— :0

Okay so I picked some of the characters where I almost instantly came up with something. I also wanna add that so some of them are really REALLY random (as in so random that I don’t even have an explanation why) and some are probably the most obvious and uncreative choices ever, but here we go:

I think Molly Weasley would have an Etsy shop on which she sells sweaters and other knitted clothes (especially cute stuff for babies).

Arthur I believe would be a conservator/restorer especially focusing on antique furniture and cars.

I believe Hermione would be a librarian and sometimes help out her parents as dental assistant.

Ron would probably run either a sweet shop with Fred and George or a toy store?

Since social media in this modern times is an option too I believe Luna would be a famous Instagram artist/model who shows pictures of her in the most random but still aesthetic outfits while her hands&arms (sometimes her hair and clothes too) are full of paint, the painting she just finished would be next to her or she would be holding it. In her captions she’d write poems that kinda don’t make sense but at the same time do.

I believe Fleur would be an actress and a model.

Neville would own a cannabis farm- LMAO OKAY NO I‘M SORRY—

Maybe he has a huge flower plantation? I can also image he‘d travel and document all kind of plants but I like to think that Neville doesn’t need that much adventure and enjoys simpler things and finds comfort in his every day routine.

Vincent and Gregory would probably be body guards and/or bouncers.

Colin Creevey? Paparazzi.

Rita ngl would probably be a famous reporter or author that everyone isn’t sure what to think about and who also tweets a lot of shit... *cough*

Gilderoy Lockhard would be a school sports teacher. Don’t @ me, here’s why: He‘d smile at the students pretending he doesn’t know how much everyone hates the class and then would fail to spread some motivation because he’s letting the students do everything by their own anyway, he just stands there looking good in his sporty outfit and with his pipe - tho he‘d freak some of the students out by wearing shorts. He‘d tell stories about competitions he has participated in already but make sure to never mention any names in case one of his students wants to research it. All the other teachers would talk about how fit he is and athletic.

He also once self published a book, which got banned after they found out years later he actually copied the story off of a fanfiction. So it wasn’t his work at all (but none of the students need to know about that-).

Charlie probably would work with animals, maybe as part of the animal control, especially wild animals? Or maybe he‘d travel and do documentaries about wildlife. Maybe he’d also be a journalist and/or a youtuber.

Since we don’t know that much about either Pansy and Blaise from the books and movies I’ll just let myself get influenced by their fanon characters.

I believe Pansy would spend a lot of money for charity work and would support organizations etc. I feel like she’d have a lot of money because of her parents which she will inherit but she still has a small job in an office where she basically most of the time answers calls — or maybe she‘d be a wedding planner.

I believe Blaise could be a designer. Or maybe a divorce lawyer—

Ginny probably would be a famous football (as in american football) player. I feel like she’d also do kickboxing in her free time.

I like to think that Minerva would work in an orphanage and even tho she’s strict her kids would absolutely love her. Before she sends any of them away she‘d make sure the new family is a perfect match and if there’s anything fishy she would never risk sending one of her children in those parents care, apart from that she’d also keep contact to the parents because of course she wants to know how her children are doing.

I believe Draco would do amazing either as graphic designer, or as model, or as interpreter (in English, French and Latin - since I love headcanon‘s where he’s fluent in french and I picked latin too because I feel like this would’ve been a language he’s interested in? Idk).

"Training for the ballet, Potter?" - so what IF Harry’s a famous indian ballet dancer who was also already part in some movies (and that Draco happens to have an immense crush on)?

Okay I need to stop now or else I’ll come up with a new Drarry Au LMAO—

#okay maybe those are more modern aus instead of what i really think could be their job?#idkkk

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bigfan-fanfic · 5 years

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Things We Said That We Regret (Batdad!Reader x Batfamily Headcanons)

Requested by @yesthetrashbin for the batboys finding Batdad hiding and crying after a big fight with Bruce and comforting him after giving Bruce a little talk.

Dick is the one to find you.

You both have the same hiding spot when you are sad - the old well in the Wayne Manor gardens.

It was put there over a century ago by a Wayne ancestor, who wanted a storybook garden for his two children.

Bruce never comes here because his mom and dad used to play games with him there.

“Pops?” he asks, voice small. You aren’t supposed to be sad. You’re the sunshine of this dreary city. Anytime you are sad, it feels like the whole world should be weeping.

He sits down beside you silently and hugs you. It’s a reversal of all the times you held him when he was here crying, and instantly he knows why.

Bruce.

“What happened, Pops?”

And you tell him.

It was a big fight. Occasionally they happen, even in the best of marriages.

Bruce yelled at you when you tried to patch up a wound. It was obvious that he needed a break, that he needed to rest and regroup, but he simply didn’t want to.

He said you were silly for worrying so much - that you couldn’t possibly understand why he couldn’t rest because you aren’t out there risking your life like he is

And you yelled back that he’s still just a child in a mask and cape trying to live out a childhood fantasy

Needless to say, you both regret what has been said.

But it’s hard, in those moments after an argument, to apologize. And it’s especially hard for Bruce.

You wipe your tears hurriedly as Damian comes up. “Papa, Titus has wandered onto the grounds, have you seen him?”

“You’ve been crying. Who has hurt you?”

Dick takes him to the side, telling you to go into the house, get something to eat.

You smile fondly at him. “When did you get to be the adult here?”

“What is going on, Grayson?”

“Not yet. Get the others. We need to talk.”

Jason’s fists clench when he hears you were crying.

“B made Y/N cry?” Tim asks. “Is he okay?”

Dick nodded. “He’s still pretty rough.”

Dick knows what is called for.

Jason and Damian are sent to comfort you - they’re the ones most likely to escalate the conflict (attack Bruce)

So Tim and Dick are left with the harder task of talking to Bruce.

Jason shows up first: him and Damian planned it so that it would seem more spontaneous.

You’re on the couch, reading, drinking tea Alfred made for you

“Stiff upper lip, Master Y/N. He’ll come round.”

Jason sits next to you and turns on the TV.

The strategy is to slowly move over until he’s right up next to you, and then he can pat your shoulder.

Jason’s not great at comforting people, okay?

Damian ruins this by slamming the door and yelling - “Papa! Come quickly!”

And you leap off the couch, knocking Jason over.

But he doesn’t mind because Damian couldn’t have planned it better.

Turns out Titus didn’t “wander the grounds”

He comes back with about six puppies in tow.

Very cute, adorable, nigh-helpless puppies just begging for a good cuddling.

So you, Jason, and Damian spend a long time cuddling with puppies, letting them yip and gambol over you.

Damian sorts them into Hogwarts houses and demands that you all find little Hogwarts robes for them.

Jason puts in the first Harry Potter movie so that the puppies can understand

Meanwhile...

Dick and Tim march into the Batcave.

“Do you know where Y/N is, right now?” Dick asks.

Bruce does not respond.

“Do you even care?” he asks.

Again, nothing.

Surprisingly, Tim is the first to blow up.

“Oh my GOD, Bruce! How can you be so STUPID? Do you really not see that Y/N is the best thing to happen to you... like, ever?! He’s smart! He’s strong! He puts up with patrol every night and never knowing if we’re all coming back alive! He stayed with you when Jason died, when Bane broke your back! And if you don’t see just how lost you’d be without him, then you aren’t just stupid. You’re insane.”

Dick only nods, because what else it there to say?

Except for this:

“When you’re ready to man up and do the right thing, we’ll be waiting with Y/N.”

And they both walk away.

They join you right about the point where Harry and Ron are late for Transfiguration.

No one questions the puppies. They each just take one and sit down.

A blanket fort has spontaneously formed, with you in the center, your sons bundled around you.

It’s actually pretty late, and one by one they start to fall asleep. One puppy has also fallen asleep being snuggled by Dick, so you definitely are keeping at least one puppy.

And you are the only one awake when Bruce appears.

He looks at the boys sleeping and then at you.

“Permission to come aboard?” he asks, smiling hopefully.

You nod, but don’t smile.

Bruce pulls a blanket around the two of you and sighs.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You look at him, surprised. He chuckles a bit.

“Our sons gave me a little bit of a talk. And, I have to say... it helped. I’ve been an idiot.”

You look at him. “Ya think?”

He nods seriously. “You understand everything that goes on. Better than I do. I’m so busy trying to do what I think is right that I can’t step back and see what actually is. I would do well to listen to you more.”

“But you won’t.” you tell him.

He nods. “I’m a creature of habit. But one of my habits is that I always strive to be better.”

“A better Batman.”

“And a better husband.” he whispers. “So, please, I know it’s hard being with me sometimes, but I promise I will never stop trying to be better for you. Because I don’t deserve you yet. Maybe I never will. But I’d like to try. And I’ll-”

He’s still talking, and the speech is beautiful, but you can’t resist. You kiss him.

In the morning, Dick wakes first and sees you two, sleeping peacefully.

He goes back to sleep, confident that everything will be all right.

Jason wakes up.

He slaps his hand over Damian’s eyes.

“No! Spare the child! Avert your eyes! It’s too late for us...”

#male reader #batdad reader #batparent reader #batman x male reader #batfamily x male reader #batman headcanons #dc headcanons #headcanons

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loopf · 5 years

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Games

Summary: A short scene at Sunset, where Bakugo and the reader are taking their usual walk to the Dorms from a typical day at U.A. High.

Based off of a request for the Prompts #4 and #12

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

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Bakugo liked you. He knew that much.

That fact was obvious - crystal-clear to him. Your passion, courage and fearlessness was worthy of his foremost admiration and recognition. It was in your eyes... The way they blazed and brightened with every training session - they never lost their spark. Never. Not even when you faced failure... He knew he held an individual, peculiar fondness for you.

That fact was just obvious... But he swore not to make it evident.

At no occasion would Bakugo make any effort to make his feelings explicit. Not even as you both walk towards the Dorms.

It was sunset. The sun spread an orange haze across the horizon and with a delicate touch, amalgamated counterparts of blush and turquoise. The view was something ethereal, meant to be experienced as a dulcet treat.

Bakugo noticed as the celestial hues complemented the crevices of your face - the bridge of your nose, the diminutive parting of your lips. As his eyes lay upon your features, glaring with an nubivagant stare, he noticed his throat begin to clench and tighten. He could feel his brow begin to relax and his eyes began to mellow.

He’s notice how he would melt in your presence, disarming his tension, giving himself a scarce opportunity to truly relax. He almost despised it! Such a simple, uncomplicated act of your’s could almost bring him to his knees.

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” You chimed, noticing out of the corner of your eye his penetrating gaze; his russet eyes seeming to hold a yonderly appearance, so scarcely present in his dark iris’. You couldn’t help but to soften and complement his relaxed apparent with an uncontrollable flush in your cheeks.

Bakugo stammered almost instantly after your snarky remark, returning his brows to their usual frown, accompanied by a trademark growl.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He growled, tearing his glare away from you towards the descending sun. The hues had now saturated into deeper counterparts - the blush reflected by the clouds now formed into a deeper pink. Bakugo huffed - they were mocking his own cheeks, now burning with embarrassment.

Yes, Bakugo had sworn not to show his fondness towards you - he didn’t want to seem weak, vulnerable or even adhering to your presence. You didn’t control him! You couldn’t! You were weaker than him: a small, feeble subject. It was vital that you were protected... Or at least that’s what he told himself.

You huffed your own prideful response as Bakugo returned to his usual character. It was rare to have an opportunity to ‘one-up’ on the ambitious, eager ball of fire that he was. His agitation and craze was almost addictive.

So you decided to continue.

“Oh - I didn’t tell you what to do. I mean - you were the one staring at me. It’s kind of strange, Bakugo.” You knew exactly what you were doing; you were burying yourself under the surface of his skin with a modest licit of words. Words that you knew would exert a reaction from Bakugo.

“What do you mean ‘strange’!?” Bakugo growled, “You’re strange!”

He was so flustered! You couldn’t resist but to chuckle, you hand instinctively covering your mouth. A reaction that seemed to perplex Bakugo. His brow would raise subtly, as if dazed by your reaction. An expression that taught your heat to stop beating, catching a faint breath in your throat.

Perhaps this was a reaction that Bakugo realised. He allowed a small ‘huff’ of air to slip passed his nostrils. A sign of amusement? Had he realised the games you were trying to play?

“Psh, why are you so upset about me looking at you anyway? Does it flusters you? Good!”

Oh he knew about your games... And was willingly participating. Bakugo allowed his rough vocals to taper off, lowering his tone. His head tilted upward slightly, Chestnut eyes suppressing your ability to breathe. There was something about the way his blonde hair fell over his face that weakened you at the knees.

1 million points to Bakugo.

“Damnit.” You muttered, your hands widthdrawing to the pockets of your hoodie. You decided that it would be best to tear your gaze away from Bakugo - a feeble attempt to retain your pride, which was a meager flicker of fire so easily subdued by a simple stare.

“So easily defeated.” Bakugo huffed. “I beat you at your own game, and you won’t even fight back. I thought you were stronger than that, (Y/N).”

You frowned.

“Well, that’s a bit mean. I was only playing a game.”

“Yeah, and I beat you. Let’s face it, you weren’t going to win.”

It was true. Bakugo was unbeatable - an innate trait - the definition of his name! Perhaps that’s why you liked him too much... And -

“Yeah... You’re too cute...”

The absence of Bakugo’s footsteps beside you was enough to notify you that you weren’t exactly the most quiet of mumblers...

You didn’t dare to turn around to face him. You were frozen, with paralysed legs now incapable of even moving the slightest inch. Damnit...

“Cute? What d’ya mean ‘cute’!?”

Surprisingly, Bakugo wasn’t growling. Instead, his vocals managed to retain an amiable cadence. This was unlike the Bakugo you knew, the warmth of his questionable tone was enough to unfreeze the paralysis of your body.

You turned around.

Bakugo stood a few paces behind you. Wide-eyed, almost startled. You noticed how his copper-coloured iris’ reflected the brilliant orange of the setting sun, brewed with a slight hint of pink. Such a tinge complemented his tainted skin so exquisitely, it was almost ironic: a sight which completely contravened the Bakugo you knew. His fists were clenched, quivering with an emotion different from rage - something more passionate.

The static moment only lasted a couple seconds. His hand soon crawled to the back of his neck and his teeth gritted against each other. This was a new type of flustered: Bakugo was not flustered with his typical wrath, but something completely different.

“Spit it out already.” He broke the silence. “What do you mean by cute!?”

“Uh - “ You could only contrive a simple murmur, you lips hardly ajar. His confusion had brought around your own convolution - for a moment, you began to reflect - revising what you really felt for the hot-head.

Did you think he was handsome? Cute? Did you really admire his ambition? Did you love him...?

It all seemed to resolve itself with a memory - a quote Mina had once told you on a movie night a few months ago, with the class yonderly watching a childish rom-com. It’s name you were unable to remember.

“Y’know, True love is when you bully each other, but you know, it’s in a funny romcom way.” She has said it so effortlessly, without any thought. An inert quotation, as if it were true.

Perhaps it was. You had been teasing him. Testing his patience before you finally couldn’t hold your feelings in.

You’d sigh, your own hand retreating to the back of your own neck, fiddling with the small strands of hair, as if to tug any ideas out of your silly-little brain which couldn’t control what you say... Almost pleading for an idea to wriggle your way out of this mess you’d created and the grave you had dug for yourself. You were virtually laying in it already...

“Look - I... I like you.” You breathed, exhausted by the effort it took you just to speak those words. They reluctantly forced their way out of your mouth, taking your energy with them.

“I don’t know why, or what made me... Like you. But I just do!” The rhythm of your words were an impeccable reflection of the beat of your heart. In that moment, it did not thump in its usual monotonous rhythm. It was rapid. It propelled itself into your chest. It was capricious. Erratic. It accelerated with every step Bakugo took towards you, until you could feel his breathe char your parched lips, drained of any perspiration - embezzled by the words that had taken your breath away just a few moments ago.

It was he that would next steal a breathe away from you. His arms were soon around you, withdrawing your mind from it’s unreachable corners of convolution, replacing such a discombobulation with his explicit answer to your reaction. The warmth his lips left upon yours was the only message you need. You yielded to him, a lust that had for so long been caged, concealed behind censored words that were always meant to be explained. You fingers dig deep into his shoulder - a sturdy pillar to support the diminishing strength in your back.

And when he parted with you...

“Newsflash, asshole! I’ve been in love with you the whole goddamn time!”

This was the second time Bakugo would pilfer another breathe. It would only take one more before you would no longer be able to breathe.

“Stupid idiot.” He grunted, leaning his head into yours, with his two hands pressed against your cremated cheeks. You were unable to condense the emotions you felt into one single word. Maybe not even a paragraph...The only embodiment of what you felt in such a moment was expressed by an untimely, human chuckle.

“You’re an idiot.” You chimed, “Stupid and idiot mean the same thing! You can’t put them into the same sentence!”

1 million points to (Y/N).

Bakugo didn’t snark at your remark, neither did he allow his classic scowl to reappear on his face. He smiled. One corner of his lip lifted in a sign of amusement, rather than wrath. Again, his brow rose in a questioning glare. He knew that the game had begun - the both of you competing to ‘one-up’ each other, to diminish each other pride... Almost bullying each other.

You realised that what Mina had said held a conclusive truth... Maybe true love was just bullying each other. But it was different. As if you were the protagonists of some ‘Ron-Com’ film, with a stereotypical plot. It’s name easily forgotten, lost within other, more significant memories, such as the moment you found yourself confessing to the hot-headed, wrathful person that was Bakugo.

#bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia imagine #my hero academia #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader

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scuba-claire · 5 years

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Cursed Child Year Four Part 1 Recap

I thought I’d do a mini recap of year fours first part 1. Disclaimer, this is just my opinion, my interpretations could be wrong, these notes are just what I thought when watching it. I know I missed things, as it’s hard to pick up on everything watching them for the first time. I also don’t think you can get a real feel for how things are going to be for the entire year based on their first show.

With that in mind I really enjoyed the show. Cast change can make the show feel fresh and new again, although this wasn’t quite as obvious this year as it was last year, as only a few of the main actors have changed this year.

I only really made notes about any changes I spotted, or my thoughts on the new actors. Although I noticed the existing cast did change things up slightly in some scenes, it wasn’t my main focus, and I didn’t make any notes for them. I’ll probably notice those things more once I’m no longer looking out for the changes generally.

Act 1

There are changes right from the opening scene. Mark stays on stage after putting on the sorting hat and directs the rest of the ensemble as they move the cases. I’d need to watch it a few more times to get the choreography, but it’s more magical, with people moving in slow motion etc as the hat directs them. It’s also a longer scene now, I think.

I liked this, although a friend of mine pointed out that the old version made it feel like muggle Kings Cross, until they go through the barrier, whereas this version has magic happening in the station instantly. I get that, although I like that there’s magic on stage now right from the first scene.

Dominic as Albus in the first scene is like a jittery, excited child, who’s in awe of everything around him. Rayxia as Rose is great. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed watching her Rose. Michelle has a nice chemistry with Ron and Rayxia, her Hermione is really relaxed when she’s with her family and friends.

Lily’s line is different here. She mentions them always being late. Also Tom now reacts like Paul did on Broadway, when Harry says Snape was one of the bravest men he ever knew.

Albus meeting Scorpius was cute, they don’t have Sam and Theo levels of instant chemistry, but I like them together. Dominic singing the sweets line back to him was adorably awkward.

Dominic changes through the montage scenes, slowly getting beaten down by the bullying and how he blames everything that’s gone wrong in his life on Harry. Dominic smiles a lot, except when he’s with Harry. Like he genuinely thinks Harry is the reason he doesn’t fit in and is being bullied. But even then, the excited kid from the first scene still comes through in the odd moment, he’s genuinely happy he manages to cast incendio.

The Karl track is the track from Broadway, so Karl gets his chest signed by Harry, and the Karl actor is the carer in St Oswald’s. Craig as Karl was so star struck getting Harry’s signature on his stomach that he looked like he was going to faint, it was amazing.

The rose from Broadway is here, and it’s as awkward as I thought it would be.

Emma as Polly looks stunning in that wig, her Polly is gorgeous, and she knows it. She’s the pretty popular girl who will obviously pick on the geeky Albus and Scorpius. Luke as Yann gives me rich, pure blood, posh boy vibes, and I’m here for it. I missed watching Craig as I was watching these two, I need to get a feel for him in Part 2. The problem with a first show, when I’m trying to focus on so many new things and new characters, is that I know I missed loads.

I actually really like the new wand dance. I don’t know why people don’t like it. It’s not actually that different, some different choreography, they all gather around him when Albus gets his wand stuck in the floor, (no more Ravenclaw baby, weird the things you miss) and they line up at the front of the stage at the end like they’re all demonstrating the spell at the front of the class. It works as they all manage to do it expect Albus. New line, even his wand wants to be in Gryffindor.

Madeleine as Delphi. I don’t know what to say other than she’s perfect. She has really got the feel for imitating someone Albus would want to be friends with in their first meeting. She’s not super confident, and gives Albus the impression that she is just like him. You can see why Albus would want to help her.

She got her wand out as she said I’m a thief, it’s a clear attempt at a joke, and it worked with her manipulative Delphi convincing Albus she’s like him. She also didn’t do anything when Amos kept calling her, like the other Delphi’s have. It was more like she was showing Albus she also had a relative who didn’t understand her and she was resigned to it. I basically loved every moment she was on stage and am excited/nervous for Act 3 today.

I really enjoyed the blanket scene. I’ve seen Albus actors do the start of this scene in two ways. Albus is either shut off from his entire family, or just has a problem with his dad. Dominic does it the second way, he interacts with his mum, James and Lily in a positive way and doesn’t seem to have major issues with any of them. His Albus issues are all with Harry.

Dominic really doesn’t want the blanket, he doesn’t understand why his dad has given him this gift he can do nothing with and just wants his dad to leave him alone. His body language at the start is really showing how he just wants his dad to go away. When he does take the blanket, he holds it and delivers his lines like he thinks if he can just get through the conversation his dad will go away.

They both get really angry, a lot angrier than Jamie and Joe in this scene. It felt like Albus letting out his frustrations at how Harry is to blame for his life being terrible. He’s goof at trying the get a reaction from Harry. After Harry says he wishes Albus wasn’t his son, Dominic sort of looked like, of course you think that, obviously his dad was just confirming to him what he already knew.

Side thought, Dominic as Albus and Ryan as James. I got the impression from this first show that James isn’t very nice to Albus, but that Albus still looks up to him and wants his approval. Like there’s a rivalry there, but in a different way to how Dylan’s James was such a dick older brother, it’s less intense.

On the train, I liked how it looked like Albus really did just consider his plan in that moment when talking to Rose. I also don’t know if I imagined this, but when Scorpius said Rose smelled like bread on the train, it looked like Dominic sniffed the air and gave Scorpius a look like, wtf are you talking about. I hope I didn’t imagine this.

Dominic didn’t sit down while Scorpius was talking on the train. He stayed standing and looked like he was just waiting for Scorpius to shut up so he could hug him. I’ve always seen that hug as spontaneous, but this was cute. Also, when the train went to move, and they lean over, Jon basically ended up on top of Dominic, I’m always here for these random Scorbus moments.

I need time to learn all the new characters in the EGM, but I could see some anti Draco stuff going on.

So, St Oswald’s. Weirdly, I didn’t hate it. I mean I didn’t like it either, but I was expecting to hate it as much as I did when I saw this version on Broadway. I didn’t, so that’s a bonus. There’s a lot going on now though, looking at one trick means I missed another one. I would need to see it again to get a full picture. Maybe when I’ve seen it a few times I’ll get used to it, or maybe I’ll hate it again.

This is nothing to do with the actors or the tricks btw. It’s the change from the stressed out carer trying to keep order while being harassed by the residents, to this arsehole carer using magic on the residents. I know they get revenge, but still, I don’t like it.

Michelle and Susie giving each other knowing looks during the dinner scene whenever Tom was speaking is something I didn’t know I wanted until now. When Tom was saying he makes an ooof noise, Michelle nodded at Susie, and when he was talking about his Skiving Snackboxes, she reacted. It really made it feel like old friends chatting and it was great.

Polyjuice scene, Madeleine is very good, this is a theme. She’s surprisingly calm at first, until the pain hits. Michelle struggled to get into the cloak, Jon helped. They’ll get it with practice.

Act 2

There are three Voldemort arms at once in the opening scene now for some reason. Kathryn’s Petunia is great, I knew that from Broadway. They’ve given little Harry new trousers that show he’s wet himself and I don’t know how I feel about that.

Madeleine, again I love how she matches Dominic’s awkwardness, but still being more confident and someone he would look up to. She didn’t even look at Scorpius as she threw the robe at him. Although she’s not playing them off against each other as much as I’ve seen with other Delphi’s. Her kiss with Albus really fit with her Delphi, Dominic smiling loads. She then she did air kisses at Scorpius as she left. I never would have thought that would work, but it did and it was brilliant.

The Hogwarts scene, Albus really resents his dad, the moment Scorpius mentioned Harry, his body language changed. Although he liked Scorpius saying he was better than his dad. He also doesn’t agree with Scorpius when he said he still gets a tingle, Dominic’s Albus gets no joy from Hogwarts and it’s sad, this boy hates his life.

It’s weird watching the first task without James, Josh or Rosemary etc, but I can see the new cast already having fun with it. The faint is still there, but it’s now Ravenclaw girl.

Dominic ate the chocolate in the hospital scene. Dominic and Jamie work well together, Albus seems convinced he can refuse his dad at first. Genuine confusion in the scene with Ron

Dominic did something I loved in this scene on the stairs when Scorpius turned up. He kept looking down at Harry during the conversation with Scorpius, like he was waiting for Harry to change his mind or checking he was saying what Harry wanted him to.

Michelle in the DADA scene, I like her stern Hermione in the AU. I haven’t got a complete feel for her Hermione in Act 1 yet, I probably need to see it again, but I enjoyed watching her here.

Longing looks in the staircase ballet.

Delphi and Scorpius, oh Madeleine is so good. Again she really finds that way of connecting to Scorpius, of being the type of person he would obviously open up to. She hadn’t really done as much to antagonise him before this, so it makes sense she’d be able to connect with Scorpius here.

With Eve, when she said she hadn’t been to Hogwarts, it came across that saying this was a slip up on her part, which she then had to cover for. But with Madeleine, Delphi saying that might have still been a mistake, but it came across more like she knew it would get Scorpius’s sympathy and make him trust her. Also, that little look she gave as she was being wheeled off stage, like thank god that worked, this is really frustrating. Not obvious enough to give anything away, but a nice touch for her actual motivations.

A general observation, I really get the Scorpius always following Albus and doing whatever he suggests from these two, more than any other Scorbus pairing. Of course Jon’s Scorpius is jumping off the train after Albus, and breaking into the ministry to get a time turner.

Dominic’s Albus is kind of bossy with Jon’s Scorpius and its clear Scorpius just accepts that. I saw this in a few moments, like when they’re talking to Amos and Jon says “do we?” Dominic was just like, sssh Scorpius, and Scorpius just shuts up. Scorpius is used to following his friend around and doing what he suggests, even if he knows it’s a bad idea.

This makes the library scene argument really work with these two. Dominic’s reactions were great, this is clearly the first time Scorpius has ever shouted at him, or called him out for his BS, and he doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s genuinely like it’s the first time he’s thought about any of it, and it makes him realise he’s been an awful friend.

Dominic’s Albus really gets across that he’s only doing any of this because of Harry, he’s panicked that McGonagall will catch them and his dad really will force Scorpius away from him forever, there’s real desperation in the way he’s trying to convince Scorpius to hide with him.

I loved the way McGonagall leaves the library, she’s assumed they want to spend time together and sort of announces it to them, like - I didn’t see you, I’m leaving, carry on boys. It was perfect. She isn’t putting any more effort into to keeping them apart, and has let them know this.

There’s also an extra psstt moment when they’re hiding from McGonagall, and I would need to see this again to work out if it’s just the same recording being repeated or a new one.

Dominic made the story of stealing James cloak into a bad joke to try and break the tension. The joke doesn’t work, obviously, but I like how he doesn’t know how to approach Scorpius after their fight and tries humour. He also seemed genuinely distressed that his dad had been keeping them apart.

The library hug was the most adorably awkward thing ever. I don’t know if people have noticed, but there’s a slight height difference between the Scorbus actors this year. This meant that Jon’s arms were sort of hanging awkwardly over Dominic in the hug.

Blythe as McGonagall is good. She’s a lot softer than Sandy, and I’m looking forward to seeing her change in Part 2 when she’s telling them all off. There are little things she does differently, I can’t remember them all. When she put away the map, she made it seem like it was the spell closing the map and not her just folding it up.

Lucy as Myrtle is great. If I’m honest, I was expecting to just miss April in this scene, but I really like Lucy. She’s still flirty and hilarious, but totally doing her own thing. The second time she cries, she sets the water off three times, Scorpius tries to interrupt her after the second time and she stops him so she can cry again. She also makes it seem like she’s intending to keep the boys secret, and that it’s only because it’s Harry asking her that she then tells them what they’re planning.

Kathryn’s Umbridge is also great, again I knew that from Broadway. I like how she’s just sweet on the surface but you can see the evil underneath. Her laugh is spot on.

One note about this cast, they are so noisy backstage. I was in the third row, but I still only usually hear the occasional noise. This was more than usual.

I’m sure I’ve forgotten loads, but I tried to focus mainly on the new actors and the changes. I enjoyed the show and can’t wait for Part 2 tonight.

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What Have We Done (George Weasley x Reader) - Part Six

Summary: After nearly having his father become another casualty of the fast approaching war, George decides he needs to get something off his chest.

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Warnings: A N G S T

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A/N: This chapter follows the plot of the book, so instead of everyone visiting Arthur at 12 Grimmauld Place, they go to St Mungo's hospital like in the Order of the Pheonix.

December 25th, 1995

He was so, so quiet.

It almost felt unnatural to stand next to George and not hear him speak. You could hardly bear it anymore, each moment where you were cuddled up next to each other without having him muttering something in your ear was like hell. His mind always seemed to be on his father, or the oncoming and fast approaching war. He would sneak into your room at 12 Grimmauld Place each night, once he knew he was out of the clear, and crawl into your bed without even muttering a word. His arms would tightly wrap around you before he drifted off in the only spot that he seemed able.

It was so easy to tell that his mind was so far away each time you looked at him. He’d stare out into the distance, a vague expression on his face. You could only get him to stop when you’d place a hand on his wrist, bringing his eyes to yours. A small and soft smile would grace his lips before he’d place a kiss to your temple without even speaking a word.

Even now, as you held his hand and made your way up to the St Mungos entrance, you could tell that his thoughts weren’t on the present. Every now and again his hand would tighten for a second around yours before loosening his grip.

You wanted your happy and ridiculous George back, not this one who was always contemplating something he wasn’t willing to tell you. That was what hurt you most, you supposed. The fact that he felt he couldn’t let you know what was troubling him. Of course, you had your ideas. But it wasn’t the same as him opening up to you out of complete trust in one another.

“George?” You said, placing your other hand his arm, his worn out grey coat just under your fingers. “You alright?”

“Oh.” His thoughts were momentarily pulled from his attention. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” You tried to prompt. “You’ve just been out of it lately, you know? Like you’re away with the fairies.”

“I’m all good, (Y/N).” A smile toyed on his lips as he leaned across and placed a kiss on your temple. You could tell it was only there to try and reassure you. “Don’t worry.”

You nodded and watched as his attention drifted away once again. Fred was walking just ahead, Ginny to his right. Fred was quiet, but not near as quiet as George was. He was actually able to hold a conversation before he got caught up in his own head, only throwing in a few meaningless words here and there. George hadn’t even told Fred what was going on, something that took the both of you by surprise.

Molly was trudging along in front of the group, quickly making her way past the front desk. All of you followed her up the stairs and into Arthur’s ward. On Christmas, the entire place was busy with other visitors, each person wanting to see their loved ones. You could see the door of Arthur’s room just ahead, creeping closer and closer. When Molly reached, she practically threw herself around it and inside the room, on edge to get to Arthur as quick as she could.

Molly looked like she hadn’t slept in an entire year. There were large and dark bags under her eyes, but somehow, it seemed like her constant worry for her husband was the only thing keeping her upright during the day. But you knew that Arthur wasn’t the only one she was worried about. The attack had made the war seem so much more real and fast-approaching for everyone, and you knew that she would have all of her kid’s safety on her mind, as well as their best friends. Molly had a firm yet loving nature which extended well beyond her family’s wall, and right now, that was what was wearing her down.

“Arthur,” You heard Molly say, her face blanched as she adjusted her husband’s pillows.

Arthur looked terrible. His eyelids could hardly open, and you could see the scabs where the snake has bitten him. His skin was a greyish colour, rid of all the colour it usually held. His hair, though still it’s normal red, was dull and lifeless. He was still trying his best to raise his arms to wave away Molly’s worried actions.

“I’m fine, Molly dear,” Arthur rasped. “Take a seat, you look terrible.”

Fred let out a huff. “Coming from you, Dad?”

Arthur didn’t respond and instead looked around the room. “Where’s Ron? And Ginny?”

At his words, Molly looked around too. Somewhere along the line, Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione had been lost. It was probably a good thing though, there was already hardly enough room in the tiny hospital room with the people already in it.

“Did Percy come?” Arthur managed to get out as he turned his head to face Molly. When Molly heard the words, her face fell. There had been no word from Percy about Arthur’s attack at all.

“No, Arthur.” Molly said, grabbing his hand. You could tell that she was trying not to let her voice become strained. “He didn’t come.”

Your throat tightened at the exchange. You pulled yourself closer to George, wrapping your arms tighter around his. Arthur turned his head so that he was facing his children present.

“Ah, (Y/N),” He said in a raspy and tired voice. “How are your parents?”

You smiled. Even through all of this, he was still asking questions about your muggle family. “They’re good,” you answered. “Dad just bought a new car.”

“Did he really?” Arthur looked genuinely interested. “Cars are just fascinating, aren’t they?”

“Oh, before I forget!” You quickly stated, reaching into your bag and pulling out a little colourful cube. “I got this for you.”

You handed the cube to Arthur, all of the colours of the Rubik’s cube in a jumbled up order. His face lit up as much as it could instantly. “This is one of those Roopick cubes, Molly! Remember the ones I was telling you about?”

Arthur turned the cube over in his hand, a smile as large as he could manage on his face. He looked back up at you, beaming. “Thanks, (Y/N) dear.”

“Not a problem, Mr Weasley.” You smiled back down at him. “Do you know how to use it?”

“Yes, I’ve heard all about them,” Arthur said, matter-of-factly. He’d already started to fiddle it with his weak fingers, trying to get the colours to match up.

Arthur looked up at George who was smiling at the cute exchange. His father absolutely adored (Y/N), that much was obvious to anyone.

“You keep her around, George,” Arthur said, causing a flush of red to enter your cheeks. “She’s a special one, that one.”

Agreed, Dad.” George said, his eyes shifting to look down at you. “Agreed.”

George leaned across and placed a kiss to the side of your forehead, closing his eyes.

The trip back home was just as quiet and uneventful as the one there. George was still quiet and looking into the distance, his face only changing when a thought went through his head. Sometimes his face looked happy, others were distressed. You couldn’t help but get a worried feeling in your stomach whenever you glanced across and saw a look of anguish on his face.

Grimmauld place was quiet when you entered. It had been completely cleaned out last summer, but somehow, it still held a damp smell. You hadn’t gone home to see your parents this Christmas break, fearing that George might need you there the whole time. You were too scared to go home anyway. With the war fast approaching, you were scared that they would get hurt if they found a muggleborn like yourself hidden away in a normal, non-magic home.

“(Y/N),” George said quietly in your ear before nodding at you to follow him.

George slipped his hand into your own and began to lead you up the many flights of stairs. Something, somehow, had broken his thoughts and he was now looking at you as you placed one step in front of the other. His brown eyes looked bigger than they usually did, but somehow, he looked like he was nervous as he opened the door to his bedroom and shut it behind the two of you.

“What is it?” you asked him, taking a seat on his bed.

George didn’t speak for a second and began to do little paces around the room. He had one hand in the pocket of his jeans and another rubbing the hair on the back of his head. Whatever he wanted to say, he was anxious to say it which caused your own heart to speed up in its beats.

“I, um.” George was struggling to find the words that he wanted. “(Y/N)… Dad’s attack got me thinking. This war that’s coming, it’s coming quickly. We don’t know what’s going to happen. For all we know, we might die fighting, and I just can’t bear to go through that without knowing that… And look, I know Mum will kill us and that we’re young but, I love you, (Y/N). If there is one thing I know, it’s that I love you.”

“George, I don’t know what you’re asking.” George was looking straight into your (e/c) eyes. He stopped pacing and took a seat next to you on his bed, picking up your hands and holding them in his own.

“(Y/N), I want you to marry me.” He said it so matter-of-factly that you almost felt your heart stop beating. He was looking at you with such veracity in his eyes that you had a hard time looking at him. “Because… Because I know that no matter how long I live – no matter how long or short, you are the person I want to introduce as my wife. Even if I live to be a hundred years old, it’s your face I want to see when I wake up.”

Your thoughts were racing around in circles in your head. You could picture the look of shock on your face as you looked up at him. George was practically sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to respond.

“George…” You said. “We’re only seventeen. And, and we’ve only been dating a few months…”

“Have we though?” George said, his hands gripping yours tightly. “Think about it, (Y/N). Think about our entire life spent at Hogwarts. You’ve said it yourself, we’ve practically been in a relationship since our third year. And I know we’re young, but I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“George, you’re mum will kill us.” If Molly found out that you and George were planning on getting married at the ripe-old age of seventeen, there was no doubt in your mind that she would be furious with the both of you.

“That doesn’t matter. Mum and Dad were about the same age when they got married. Look, (Y/N), the whole family loves you. Dad’s attack made me think. What if something like that happened to one of us? What if one of us didn’t make it out alive? This war, (Y/N), it’s coming so quickly and they only way we can win is if we give it our best shot and fight. But I need to be able to call you my wife before that happens. Please, (Y/N). I love you.”

“I love you too, George.” You said, raising your eyes from his hands to look into his warm brown ones. “I love you so, so much.”

“So will you do it then?” George asked, raising his hand to place it on the side of your face. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, George. I’ll marry you.”

As soon as the words were out, the largest and most pure smile quickly spread across George’s lips. His lips were on yours in an instant, kissing you so passionately that your heart began to beat louder and louder in your chest. Your hands moved up to his shoulders, wrapping around them tightly. George pushed your body down onto the bed and continued to kiss you.

Each moment only grew with more and more passion, each movement soaked and dripping with devotion to one another. You would have had him on that bed right there if it weren’t for the sound of both of your names being called from the kitchen.

“George! (Y/N)!” Molly Weasley’s voice called. “Dinner’s ready!”

“That’s just about right, isn’t it?” George asked you, taking his lips off yours. They were swollen and red, Molly was bound to know that a heated moment had passed. A smile still played there as he looked down at you. You could only smile back up at him.

“Come on, we better head down there.” You grabbed his hand, leading him out of the room and down the long flight of stairs. Molly was still calling the names of different people, ushering them down into the dining room.

Your mind was only able to focus on a single thought as you lead George down what seemed like an infinitely long set of stairs.

You had just agreed to marry George Weasley.

George sat across from (Y/N) at the dining room table at 12 Grimmauld Place, his hardly touched food in front of him. She was leaning in close to his sister Ginny, saying something that made Ginny snort with laughter. The light was gleaming in her bright (E/C) eyes and the largest smile sitting on her lips.

It was hard to think back to the moment where he had first realised he loved her. All of those memories morphed together into one large one. It was too long ago and he was far too young to remember what she had been doing to make him realise. But George knew, somehow or another, that wide smile like the one on her lips now had something to do with it.

Every time he saw it, it was like falling in love with her all over again. It caused a lightness to bloom in his chest, sending a tingling sensation through every nerve in his body. The simple sight could cause goose bumps to rise up on his arms, whether the smile was directed to him or not.

George just couldn’t get enough of the girl sitting in front of him right now. And like his father had told him, he was going to do anything to keep this girl around.

George reached his leg out and nudged it against hers, causing her head to turn to look at him. That smile was still on her lips and only widened when she saw him looking at her. She was fiddling with the fork in her hand as she smiled at him, the sight pulling hard on George’s heartstrings.

“George,” he heard his mother say. “You’re looking a bit happier today. You’ve been looking a bit sad lately. I was getting a bit worried.”

George looked over to her, a smile still on his lips. “Yeah, I’m a lot happier.”

He turned his attention back to the girl sitting in front of him. She raised her eyebrow at him, before touching her leg against his.

Merlin, he loved her. And now, he was going to make her his wife.

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elliemarchetti · 6 years

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Somewhere to Start

A cute Krumione fic nobody asked for. Probably a series’ first chapter.

Masterlist (where you can find Slytherin!Hermione, Dramione and Fremione)

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"Do you hear something?" Ron asked, breaking the silence. A loud and strangely mysterious sound came toward them from the darkness, a rumble and a stifled suction.

“The lake!” screamed Lee Jordan, pointing at its center, where a strange and seething turbulence sent waves crashing on the muddy banks. Something that looked like a long pole began to slowly emerge from the heart of the vortex and Ron explained to her that it was a mast, as if she hadn’t already known.

Slow and majestic, the ship rose from the water, shining in the moonlight. It looked strangely skeletal; a wreck whose dim lights in the hatches looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great lapping, the ship completely emerged, floating on the rough water, and began to slide towards the shore. A few moments later, they heard the thud of an anchor thrown into a shallow seabed, and shortly afterwards the shapes of the passengers, who wore frowned furs that made them all look the same, went up the meadows that separated them from the castle.

"Dumbledore!" yelled warmly the tall, thin, gray-haired man who led them. "How are you, my dear friend?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore answered.

"Dear, old Hogwarts." he said, looking up at the castle, and smiling; his teeth were yellowish and Hermione noticed that the smile didn’t extend to the eyes, which had remained cold and penetrating. She didn’t like that man, and for as long as he would be there, she would’ve avoided him and his students like the plague.

At the end of the welcome banquet, Karkaroff summoned them to go back to the ship. As soon as Viktor got up, the headmaster approached him with a paternal gesture, asking him how he felt and whether he had eaten enough. Viktor barely had time to answer, that immediately another question followed the previous one, and mentally thanked Poliakoff for having entered the conversation and thus attracted the principal's attention.

They reached the door with the other students, and a younger, thin, pale-skinned boy with dishevelled black hair stopped to give them way. The principal thanked him, barely giving him a glance, and then stopped and turned back to the boy. Viktor also looked at him curiously, until Poliakoff nudged Darina and pointed openly at the scar on his forehead.

“Yes, he’s Harry Potter.” a corpulent man with a wooden leg and a glass eye said in a growling voice. Karkaroff's face lost colour but a girl who was waiting beside Potter had attracted Viktor’s attention: she had curly brown hair she probably had absentmindedly tried to comb and penetrating hazel eyes that seemed to want to set fire to the whole Durmstrang delegation. Before he could ask her what led her to detest them so much, the headmaster took them away, heading quickly toward the entrance; he calmed down only when they finally reached the quiet of the boat.

"What do you think happened between Karkaroff and that man?" Andrei asked him, when he was sure no one could hear them. He was his assistant and didn’t wanted to be downgraded in that situation; he wanted to have a career in the M.o.M., and if the news had arrived at Crouch or Bagman, he wouldn’t have made a good impression. Viktor shrugged, but he had a doubt: the glass-eyed man could only be Mad-Eye Moody, the one who had sent the principal to Azkaban.

The following day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to go visit Hagrid. They found him particularly strange, with combed hair and even wearing a suit that he had to define beautiful. Everything was explained when it was time to return to the castle for the announcement of the Tournament’s champions; the giant half ignored them to go up the hill with the principal of Beauxbatons. Just like for the Durmstrang delegation, Hermione couldn’t stand the French. At least it was what she kept repeating herself, despite enthusiastically pointing out to her friends that even the Nordic delegation was going up from the lake towards the castle. Ron also looked enthusiastic, and followed Krum with his gaze, but the latter didn’t even look around as he reached the main door and crossed it before them. Just like Ron, Hermione was also partly disappointed.

When they entered, the Great Hall was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been moved; now it stood in front of Dumbledore's place at the teachers' table.

"I hope it's Angelina." said Fred, who seemed to have taken well the disappointment of not being able to stand as a candidate, while Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats.

“Me too!” exclaimed Hermione, nearly breathless. “We’ll discover it soon!”

Instead the banquet seemed to go on longer than usual. Perhaps because it was the second in two days, perhaps because of the impatience, perhaps because she knew who was to prepare them, perhaps because she felt strangely observed, but Hermione didn’t enjoy the extraordinary dishes as she would’ve done under normal circumstances.

When the gold plates finally returned as immaculate as they originally were, the noise in the Hall grew brusquely, only to disappear almost instantly when Dumbledore stood up. At his side, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime seemed tense and anxious like everyone else. Hermione followed the Durmstrang headmaster’s gaze, who was inevitably resting on Krum. He was his favourite, it was obvious, but he was also the whole delegation’s and of many Slytherins and Gryffindors. Hermione also found herself cheering for him when Dumbledore took the first piece of parchment in his hands, announcing that the name of the Durmstrang champion would be written on it. When he finally said his name, she too rejoiced. For a moment, she even seemed to meet his gaze, before the boy moved awkwardly from Slytherin's table to Dumbledore and disappeared past the door into the next room.

He was in the boat’s living room when Andrei entered, the expression of someone who has a funny story to tell.

"You cannot even imagine what's just happened in the castle's basement. Two fourth-year students challenged each other, but neither hit the other, and both hit an opponent's friend."

Poliakoff laughed, and Darina asked who the two idiots were.

"One is a Slytherin, they say his father is a Death Eater, and the other was Harry Potter himself! I cannot believe that such an incompetent has defeated You-Know-Who” replied Andrei.

“And now he’s also a Tournament’s champion!” exclaimed Poliakoff disdainfully.

"And their friends? Did they get hurt?" asked Darina. She was a good and selfless girl, but when she got angry, she was scary.

Andrei shook his head: "Nothing important, but they say that Potter's friend, the one you find pretty," he specified, turning to Viktor, "have grown huge teeth."

Viktor didn’t waited a second longer and snapped to his feet, overtaking Andrei before he could stop him from doing what he intended to do.

He reached the infirmary in a few minutes, when anyone would’ve taken much longer, and as soon as he opened the double-hinged door of the hospital wing, he met the girl's moist and reddened eyes. Madam Pomfrey, or at least it seemed to him that the woman who cared for sick and wounded at Hogwarts was called like that, had already returned her teeth to a normal size but something in her expression told him that the girl was still suffering.

"If you're looking for Goyle he's willing to hide behind that curtain until his nose is normal again." she said, quickly looking away. Viktor frowned, wondering who could be Goyle.

"I'm actually here for you." he said, approaching with measured steps.

"Do you want to make fun of the big-toothed girl too?" she asked, stubbornly looking away.

"No. I just wanted to ask you who attacked your friend."

When she finally looked at him, her expression seemed surprised. Then she recomposed, and mumbled that it didn’t matter, that he and Harry were even.

"Then I'll ask you who made fun of you." he added. He wouldn’t have left that infirmary until he had someone on whom he could avenge her.

“Everyone.” she said, hiding her face in her hands.

“Miss Granger, you can…” started Madam Pomfrey, but she stopped suddenly, looking at an indefinite point behind his shoulders. “And who are you?"

Viktor turned and met Poliakoff's mortified gaze. He probably hadn’t even understood what the woman had just asked him: his English was terrible.

"Professor Karkaroff asked me to come looking for you shortly after you left the boat, but I didn’t know where to find you." He looked slightly out of breath. "They want you on the ground floor, for the Daily Prophet’s photos.”

Viktor stopped himself from snorting, but it bothered him beyond all limits.

"So, Miss Granger, I suppose we'll see each other later." he said, before getting up from the cot on which she too was sitting.

"Hermione, my name is Hermione."

Viktor nodded, as a sign that he had understood, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he descended to the lower floor. It wasn’t really an answer, but at least it was somewhere to start.

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potterlyimagines · 7 years

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First Kiss First / hp preferences

Harry Potter Preferences - your first kiss (w/ Draco, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Cedric, Oliver, Tom, Sirius, Remus, James, Regulus)

Draco Malfoy

It started with a lot of bickering. The two of you were huge rivals, and it was hard for you to not fight with him every single day. Like usual, you two were arguing about who would win the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Quidditch game when Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a huge sigh before shutting you up mid sentence with a firm kiss, which developed into a very heated one. You stared at him in awe as his face turned into a rather rosy shade. “What was that for?” You inquired, before closing the one inch gap again.

Harry Potter

Harry had always had a hard time to say what he really meant. But you knew his feelings very well since it was pretty obvious. You liked teasing him while he was oblivious to it. So when you accidentally chuckled at his attempt to ask you out, his shoulders drooped, and a flash of hurt ran through his expression. You instantly felt bad, “I’m sorry, Harry, it’s just that you’re adorable, and I’d very much like to go out with you.” You replied, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

Ron Weasley

Ron’s crush on you was a common knowledge within the Golden Trio and his family, and they often teased him about it. You were surprised when he gathered up the courage to ask to escort you to the Yule Ball. As you sat on the stairs with him, chatting about anything and everything, he revealed all his worries about the future to you. You gave him a warm embrace, and as the two of you parted, his gaze lingered on your lips. That was when the both of you leaned in.

Fred Weasley

You knew from the beginning that Fred wasn’t someone who would back off easily. His ways of getting your attention was never subtle, and you often acted as if you were annoyed when the truth was that it was very amusing to you. He was your Potions partner, and whenever you asked him to fetch something for you, he’d ask you for a kiss as a reward. You never complied, of course. But today was different. As you grabbed the material off his hand, you rolled your eyes and kissed him. He was more stunned than you were at yourself, “what just happened?” You smirked, “I don’t know, you tell me.”

George Weasley

Pranks were pulled, and the grand escape was very much needed. The two of you ran for your life from the particularly mad groundkeeper, right into the broom closet. Deciding that he should make the best of it, George lifted your chin up, raised his eyebrow and sent you a “may I?” look. You were glad that the light was dim and he couldn’t see the enormous blush on your cheeks before nodding. In the end, you two made out in the closet, forgetting about the original reason of being kept inside.

Cedric Diggory

Cedric was a hopeless romantic. To say that you were thrilled to go to the Astronomy Tower after dinner with him for a walk was an understatement. He planned this for a while in order to make sure that everything was perfect when he finally told you what he truly felt. What he didn’t know was that you had a crush on him since several years back. He brought you close to him as the two of you stared out the window and into the dark sky. After pointing out to a few alignments of the stars, Cedric spoke, “before you leave, there’s something I’d want to do for a long time.” Before you could ask him what, his lips met yours.

Oliver Wood

Oliver wouldn’t shut up about Quidditch. And you adored the way he talked about the things he loved with such passion. One moment he was telling you how the Gryffindor team had improved, the next he stopped, realising that you hadn’t spoken, “I’m sorry, I must be boring you.” You shook your head, “you’re really cute when you talk about Quidditch.” He blushed, “thanks?” Your hand covered his as you smiled. Then it took some internal debating before he cupped your cheeks, gently planting a soft kiss on you.

Tom Riddle

You tried to get away from Tom but he pinned you against the wall. And that was the moment you realised that nothing good was bound to happen. The tension was growing by seconds. His eyes were fixed on yours so intensely, you felt your cheeks burning. “You’re killing me,” was all he said before he grasped your neck and closed the barely remarkable distance between you. After a good amount of time, though not enough for your liking, he pulled away and traced your lower lip with his thumb, eyeing you hungrily. “Tom...” you breathed. He replied with a smirk and more snogging.

Sirius Black

“Sirius, for the last time, leave me alone.” You hiss, not wanting the said boy to follow you, but he wasn’t one to take orders from anyone. He crossed his arms, “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’re mad at me.” Well, it all had to do with the fact that Sirius told you he fancied you, which you thought was a joke. He was upset that you thought that lowly of him, and you felt so guilty afterwards. A few moments later, the charming Black was back and swept you into a kiss that made you dizzy.

Remus Lupin

Remus had borrowed you his sweater this morning for the fact that you were simply shivering since you forgot yours. When you offered to return it to him, he shook his head, “it looks better on you.” You thanked him as he sat dangerously close to you on the bench, laying your head on his shoulder. You looked at the pretty boy next to you who had been afraid of making the first move, “kiss me.” He raised his eyebrows, “excuse me?” All you replied was a “you heard me.” Blushing, he followed suit, sending butterflies all over your stomach.

James Potter

It was an accident, you swore. You kept explaining that you didn’t mean to turn your head suddenly in the packed hallway and end up bumping your lips onto his. He caught you before you could fall. Both of you cussed at the collision before realising what just happened. A playful look graced his face, and you knew that look all too well. “Well, I never took you as the forward type.” He teased, “I definitely wouldn’t mind more.” You roll your eyes, “you wish.” “Oh trust me, I do.” He winked, his lips hovering over yours. Before you could react, he pulled away and released you, leaving you in awe.

Regulus Black

The two of you were close, and to others’ eyes, it was like you were in love when the truth was you had been his best friend for so long. So when one night after a few Butterbeers and a glass of Firewhiskey down your system, you finally confessed your love for the boy. He was surprised, thinking that it was only him who felt this way. Before he could act, you pulled him into a deepening kiss. The next morning you woke up, hungover, and very much aware of the truth you let out. Regulus was still sleeping on the sofa with a peaceful smile.

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