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robynlilyblack · 1 year

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I’ll make it up to you

wife! Luna Lovegood x fem! mute! reader

Summary: Y/n prepares a beautiful dinner for hers and Lunas second anniversary, but sadly, it doesn't goes to plan when Luna is a no show

Warnings: established relationship, muggle! reader, kissing, mentions of food, eating and sex, light angst, hurt/comfort, featuring wife luna and dora the mischievous niffle x

A/n: 1.5k words, their niffler is named after pandora, first time writing for luna x thank you for the request, enjoy xx

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It had been a long day but taking the early morning shift to get off a couple hours earlier would be worth it. Dropping your keys in the dish you shrug off your coat, brushing off the little droplets of snow that have already begun to thaw

After hanging it up you take a seat, promptly taking off your boots before skipping up the short half flight of stairs to your bedroom. Reaching the top you can’t help but smile at the arched ceiling above your bed. Not only did you find your wife’s painting beautiful but your pet niffler, Dora, was napping on one of the beams with what looks like your neighbors silverware in her hand

Walking up to your wardrobe, you decide she can keep the ware for now, today was your anniversary, no need for a grumpy niffler on yours and Luna's special day. Opening the doors you crouch down, grabbing the box from the back which held the outfit you had bought just for the occasion

After changing you feel a small nudge into your ankle as you quickly fix your hair. Looking down you see Dora has woken up. You hold out your hands, curling your fingers to encourage her and she jumps into your grasp. She scrambles around to your shoulders and you gladly accept your new companion as you head back down and into the kitchen, getting started on dinner

You were going to make Luna the best meal, muggle style, which in your opinion tasted better than magic made meals but maybe that's because you were a little biased towards all things muggle being one yourself. If you had told yourself five years ago you’d be married to the most wonderfully weird witch and had many a magic pet you’d think yourself mad, but you wouldn’t replace it for anything

Silent giggles escape as Dora jumps off your shoulder and decides fruit as no place in their designated bowl and would make a much better napping spot instead. She watches you prepare dinner, placing it on the stove to simmer, hanging a few decorations about, including a bunch of flowers that were made up of Lunas favourite wizardry ones and your favourite muggle ones

Everything was ready, perfect, the clock just struck 7 and she should be home any minute…7.10…any minute now…7:30…any minute?

When the clock strikes eight you feel your heart breaking, Dora must feel it too as she floats up in front of you and offers you a hair pin that you swear is one of Lunas friends Ginnys

You give Dora a smile, accepting the gift, and sign to tell her thank you. She then cuddles onto your lap while you decide to eat your meal, not wishing to waste it, and after not eating since lunch in prep you were starving.

When nine rolls around you place your wife’s food into some tupperware before getting changed into some pajamas, finally letting the tears fall as you climb into bed. Dora letting you cuddle her briefly before you nod off and she goes about her own business

Luna quickly made her way into the cottage, gifts in hand, she had gone to pick out some after work but got a tad distracted. Safe to say in a few weeks Dora would have a little brother to teach all her mischievous tricks too

“Bug?” she calls out softly, a smile matching her sweet tone but it starts to a pout when there’s no sight of you nor sound of feet shuffling, you always met her at the door

Walking into the living room she sees a dim light from the balcony of the bedroom, she wonders if you’re listening to muggle music again, or maybe Dora has decided she needs light whilst spreading out all her loot from the day

It’s only when she enters the kitchen and flicks on the light with her wand her heart aches. The lonely tub of food on the table, fork placed neatly on top with hers and your favourite flowers looming solemnly behind

Her eyes flick to the grandfather clock “Oh” she sighs out “I’m so late” she notes sadly, gently laying the gifts down on the table as she reads the little note

Hi x thought you might be hungry, if it’s gone cold place it in the oven at 160 for 30 mins, love your bug x Oh and make sure to put it in a proper bowl first because this tub will melt…can’t lose another good tub!

She giggles at the last part but her heart hurts that she missed the dinner you clearly spend a while preparing

“You’re still dreadful at hide and seek” she looks over to the cupboard, to which a little head pokes out “Where is she?” Luna asks, even if she has an incline

Dora jumps out from the cupboard to the floor, walking out of the kitchen and to the living room before stopping and pointing up at the soft glow emitting from the bedroom

“Thanks” she says, pecking Dora on the head before heading up to the bedroom, leaving Dora to run back and steal the fork above the tupperware before following

As Luna reaches the top and her eyes fall on the lump in the bed she feels relieved. Approaching the bed she makes her way around to your side, however as she draws closer she notices the shine on your cheeks

Kneeling down her heart breaks, she never meant to hurt you, nor ruin your second anniversary together. She runs the back of her fingers over your cheek tenderly, being sure not to wake you, before pressing a kiss to your glistening cheek and standing up

Luna quickly gets changed, getting into the blue slip she had bought especially and climbs into the bed behind you. Her hands slither around your sides, bringing herself as close as possible as she nudges her nose into your hair

“I love you bug” she whispers and she kisses your temple “I’ll make it up to you”

You woke slowly, eyes fluttering as you became aware of your surroundings, the bed, the light, Dora’s light snores from above, but especially the arm and leg draped around you.

Opening your eyes you look down to see Luna cuddling you, head on your chest, arm and leg holding you securely in place, her long blonde hair beautiful scattered across her shoulder and face

Your hand comes up to move a strand, then moves down to flick over her soft rosy cheek. You felt at peace knowing she’s safe, that’s she’s home where she belongs, even if your heart still stings from last night. But you know her, she would never hurt you on purpose, she’d have a good reason and you’d hear it

You slowly shift under her grip, eventually moving your pillow around which she whines into as she cuddles it. Stepping into your slippers you quietly make your way downstairs and into the kitchen. When you get there you pout at the uneaten food but then your eyes widen

Two perfectly wrapped gifts in the prettiest paper. Your heart warms, dots connecting as you run your fingers over it. You don’t open them, Luna would want to see your reaction as you would hers, so you busy yourself with breakfast

Around 30 minutes later you’re about to flip the last pancake when you distantly hear the patter of footsteps behind you. Just after you flip it and are about to turn around you feel Luna hugging you from behind

“Hi” she leans up and kisses your shoulder before hooking her head over it

You take one of her hands in yours squeezing it to say hi back before placing the pancake on the pile with the rest and taking the pan off the heat

Luna turns off the hob for you, which you press your fingers to your chin briefly as you turn around to say thank you

“I’m sorry I was late” she apologises “I found something at work and it gave me the perfect gift idea and then I may have ran into Hagrid who had a spare egg…and I couldn't resist” she gets bashful near the end, both of you knowing how many pets you both have in the garden and nearby woodland due to the general half giant

You just smile at her, about to start signing when she steps back, revealing the slip and your mouth drops open

Luna tilts her head before she notices, blush grazing her cheeks “You like it?” she steps back, turning her hips to show the sway and your eyes widen, smile forming

Your soon eyes snap back up after losing yourself, becoming flustered as you nod shyly, gesturing a soft and sweet ‘You look beautiful’ with eyes filled with love

She lights up “Thank you bug” she steps forward “Can you forgive me?”

You nod again, signing ‘always’ before pulling her in for a hug which she accepts right away

“I’ll make it up to you” she murmurs into your neck, placing a kiss there, her words like a promise that you know she’ll keep

Thank you for reading ♡

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maelovestowrite · 4 months

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Would it be okay to see a story about Luna Lovegood having a Pinocchio spell cast on her? Even though it was meant to ridicule her, Luna finds it more useful than problematic. She actually lies on purpose so small animals could perch on her nose

Pinocchio's Gift

Notes: Sorry this took forever. I kept getting side tracked! Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting! Feel free to request more! <3 It’s been forever since I’ve written for HP. I think it’ll be fun though! I'm so sorry if Luna or other characters are OOC and if certain aspects aren't exactly accurate. And my editing skills aren't the best but I do hope you still enjoy!

Requested?: Yes

Wordcount: 1k

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None, but Luna isn't treated the best.

Characters: Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaws classmates, Albus Dumbledore, and Madame Promfrey (mentioned)

Luna’s POV

I hummed to myself as I was admiring the flowers and scenery. The Hogwarts gardens were magical. I laughed to myself as I said this of course they were magical. It's Hogwarts after all. I strolled around and gazed at each and everyone of the flowers. But particularly the hydrangea and the African Violet, they were the most intriguing of the bunch. But I’m biased. Those are my favorite flowers after all. But it isn’t because of their looks. It’s what’s on the inside I admire. I admire the meaning.

The hydrangea flower represents gratitude, honesty, and deep understandment. And the African Violet represents spiritual wisdom, faithfulness, and humidity. I love the meanings or what the representations of them are because it reminds me of myself and my mother. She died when I was very young but I can remember some details and from what my father has told me as well. I remember her kind smile, her jokes, and her creations. She was wonderful, I miss her but she’ll always be with me.

I sighed as I walked away from the hydrangea and african violet turning towards the blue roses. I decided to bend down and admire them closer but just as I did so I swore I heard some footsteps. I turned quickly around but no one was in sight. Was I imagining things? I grabbed a hold of my wand from my pocket and pointed it forwards.

I positioned myself upwards and I stepped forward, I looked around the garden, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at least I thought so. Everything seemed so… normal. I turned back around heading back to the flowers until I heard a voice of one of my house mates. I whipped my head around to face the trio of them, they were hiding behind a bush. Before I had time to process what was happening I realized her wand was pointed at me and she casted a spell on me.

“Pino!” One of them yelled.

I heard another say “RUN! Come on run!!” They ushered away, leaving me. Everything felt strange, not right. I fell to the ground in shock, I didn’t know what to do or what was happening. And that was when everything went black.

–

I felt myself stir awake. When I opened my eyes everything was blurry. I tried to sit up and my surroundings started to get clearer. I realized I was in the hospital wing. What happened?

“Please lay back down Ms.Lovegood.” Madame Pomfrey ushered me.

I situated my elbows downwards where I could somewhat sit up. “What happened?” I asked, looking up at her.

“You were cursed.” A new voice answered. I turned my head to see Headmaster Dumbledore. He was off to the side but he swiftly moved to my bedside. I felt a bit nervous, a curse like one of the unforgivables? That doesn’t seem right. I think it’s something different. I waited patiently. I stayed quiet, giving him some time to explain what happened to me.

After a minute he explained, “There is a curse called Pinocchio. It’s not one of the unforgivables…it’s something different. Ms. Lovegood, have you heard of the muggle movie or story of Pinocchio?” He asked. I nodded. Where is he going with this? What kind of curse did they cast on me?

He continued to say, “I am sincerely sorry to inform you that is what is happening to you. You have some of the same…characteristics of Pinocchio.” That’s what I felt different from before. I could turn into wood!

“Sadly, instead of a fairy trying to help you one of your fellow housemates did this to you and if you continue to lie your nose and along with yourself will turn to complete wood.”

I was in shock. This is a surprising revelation.

“But there is a cure and the students who did this will be punished.”

Why? What if this is a good thing? I thought.

“No.” I finally said aloud.

“What?” They both asked.

“I don’t want to get rid of this, I want to prove them wrong.” I felt determined.

“Ms.Lovegood this is not the way.”

“Please headmaster, I need to do this.” He looked at me pensively for a minute. “Alright Ms.Lovegood you may precede but if anything happens we must give you the cure.”

“Of course sir,” I smiled. It wasn’t necessarily that I just wanted to prove them wrong. I also thought this was a gift, a blessing if you will. Not a cure, not some evil curse. This could be a good thing. Dumbledore turned and walked away and headed to the door. I saw him open the door, our eyes met. I saw a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled warmly at me and opened the door to leave.

I turned over and plopped my feet to the stone flooring. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Back to my common room of course?”

“B-but you just got hurt.”

“I don’t see the problem with it, I’m perfectly healthy. I might have a wooden nose but other than that I’m fine.” I smiled warmly at Madame Pomfrey. She sighed and resigned “Off you go…” She paused, pointing a finger at me “But if you hurt in any way you make sure you come back, understood?”

“Of course.” I stepped away from her and skipped to the door. I opened it and gently closed it. I decided it was time to pay the gardens another visit.

–

I breathed in the fresh air, it felt good to be outside again. Some may say that I should rest or that I should take a break after all that occured here but I think otherwise. I looked over at the flowers. They were beautiful. I placed my hand over the flowers lightly caressing them as I skipped along. The air tickled as I continued to skip. I let out a laugh, this was truly my happy place.

But then I heard a different laugh. I turn around and meet the gaze of one of my housemates. It was actually a trio. The leader said, “I heard from Dumbledore that you decided not to let him fix you! You sure need it!” She laughs and her ‘friends’ join in. I felt a tug at my heart. But then I thought, ‘I’m not gonna let them ruin this for me. I made my decision and I don’t regret it.’

“You're a monster!” She says. Honestly this is just childish. Can she not come up with anything better than that?

“I am no monster, you represent all that is bad while I see the beauty in everything. You think that everything is awful. All you see is the bad, I see the good. And you are utterly wrong. Feel free to continue this little…debate but I’m not gonna let you tear me down.” I say as I move past them. I look back for a split second and see she looks dumbfounded. For someone who’s a Ravenclaw she doesn’t do her house well.

I walk towards a tree and head to sit down. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths in and out. But then I hear a bird chirp. I smile as I open my eyes. It landed on my nose! But it isn’t long enough. I hate to lie but this is an emergency! I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, “I hate trees.” My nose grows just long enough for the bird to perch on it. The bird is a small Bluebird. It looks so soft. I carefully place my hand under its beak. The bird chirps happily and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Huh, perhaps this wasn’t a curse, I was right this was a gift. Even if it had evil intentions or cruel intentions whatever you would like to call it. It ended up being the greatest gift I could ask for even if some would say…what do the muggles call it? Problematic? Even if it’s problematic I’d say this worked out wonderfully. I know they wanted to ridicule me, but it didn't work.I guess you could say I got my happily ever after just like in the fairy tales.

The End

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imkittyjustkitty · 2 years

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call-me-daddy-fic-fest · 1 year

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February 27 — Reveal day 13

✨ lavinia ✨

TW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Underage, Graphic depictions of violence

Pairing: Luna/Lucius, Luna/Draco

Words: 8,460

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wordsarelife · 2 months

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—starlight

pairing: soft!mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

warnings: really small mention of a loved one dying

notes: y/n is a bit luna lovegood coded

the morning was hotter than the days before, even though it was slowly becoming fall. mattheo and his friends had decided to stay inside for the first time in weeks and were now sitting in the Iibrary, busy understanding their potions homework.

"so" enzo mumbled, the words a bit harder to recognize, because he had the tip of his quill between his lips "what is the answer to number eight?"

"if i tell you, you won't learn anything" theo, the only one who was really understanding the task at hand, groaned.

"yeah, but we would stop wasting our time" mattheo mumbled just silent enough so theo wouldn't hear. blaise, who sat next to him, laughed.

"come on, mate" draco started pleading "you know i normally get these, but it's so hot outside, i'd rather swim in the lake"

"well, you have to earn that first" theo was not budging under the pleading of his friends. blaise, draco, enzo and mattheo groaned simultaneously

"where is pansy? shouldn't she sit here with us and be annoyed at you?" blaise asked, while his eyes wandered to the empty spot next to draco, that was normally occupied by the girl.

"she's got detention with mcgonagall, i'm copying the answers for her" draco answered

"well, now that's unfair" mattheo shook his head "why don't you say anything about that, theo?"

it seemed like theo hadn't even listened to what his friends were talking about. he was busy reading the next number and looked up confused. "what?"

"forget it" mattheo hid his face in his hands, while blaise and enzo exchanged a look, rolling their eyes

"woah" blaise suddenly made next to him "isn't that y/n?"

mattheos head turned, so did the rest of his friend's.

it was indeed you. the slytherins watched in confusion how you climbed the ladder leaning against the shelf. their confusion only grew when you didn't stop climbing at the highest shelf, but used your arms to pull you up on top of the shelf.

"what is she doing?" enzo mumbled

“i have no clue” mattheo watched you closely, following your every move.

he had been kind of in love with you since the third grade. his friends found his crush on you quite interesting, considering you were a bit curious and weird, but somehow all of them agreed that it was in a cute way, a bit too stubborn, a bit too much in your own world.

maybe the carelessness and constant happy mood you were spotted with only added to their confusion. mattheo wasn’t normally the guy to go for girls like you. and it was out of the ordinary to see him as nervous as he was around you. girls normally didn't make him nervous, but you did.

they all gasped simultaneously, as one of your hands hit the shelf a bit too far left and almost made you fall down.

“oh” you said, both at your close call and their presence, you had only noticed them now. “hi” you used the hand that had almost caused you to fall to wave at them

“hey, y/n!” theo raised his hand, copying your greeting, while his eyes were still fixated on the potions book on the table in front of him. he was the only one of his friends who was also friends with you, a result of your similar interest in astronomy.

mattheo watched you closely. he had stood up to catch you, in case there was another close call. him and the rest of his friends watched you as you crawled along the shelf.

“what are you doing?” enzo asked, louder than he had planned which resulted in madam pince shushing him. "sorry" enzo cringed, but it was already too late.

his voice had been so loud and sudden, that it had made you shriek. like mattheo had predicted, you lost your balance and fell down the shelf. luckily, he caught you before you could hit the ground.

“thanks” you smiled, patting his chest and climbing out of his arms.

mattheo was stunned at how relaxed you still were after almost falling to your death. well, maybe not death but you still could've gotten hurt really bad.

“i was looking for my cat” you smiled as if it was the most logical explanation, answering enzo’s question, without any hard feeling about him causing you to fall. “but she isn’t up there”

“ahh, alright” enzo nodded, acting like he understood what you were talking about, but he looked as lost as mattheo felt.

“see you later” you waved your hand at the boys before you turned around and left the library.

mattheo quickly grabbed his potions book, ready to follow you.

“what are you doing?” theo looked at him with narrowed eyes, almost sounding offended “we haven’t finished number nine yet”

“i was trying to..” mattheo trailed off, pointing at where you had last stood

“go” draco directed, pushing theo, who was ready to get up and discuss things with mattheo, back down in his seat.

blaise plastered a hand over theo’s mouth as he started protesting. mattheo nodded at his friends, silently thanking them, before he ran out of the library, hoping to still catch you.

to his luck, you had enough time on you to walk through the halls slowly.

“hey” mattheo breathed, matching your step “do you need help looking for your cat?”

“sure” you seemed happy enough about his suggestion “her name is starlight, but she doesn’t really answer to that, so there’s no point in calling her”

“okay” mattheo nodded “and she normally spends her time on top of the library shelves?”

“sometimes” you shrugged “she mostly spends her time all over the castle”

“do you often do things like that?”

“what?” you smiled “climb on top of shelves and let pretty boys catch me? not really, no” you shook your head laughing, while mattheo was still stuck on what you had described him as.

“how does starlight look like?” he tried a different approach as he followed you through the halls, almost sure you were heading to the astronomy tower.

“she’s a ginger cat”

“well, that’s explains a lot” mattheo laughed and you joined in “why doesn’t she answer to her name?”

“she belonged to my grandfather, she would only ever answer his calling, or react to his voice in general” you explained “he died a few months ago and my parents thought about giving her away, so she's now staying with me”

“that’s sad” mattheo frowned “i’m sorry about your loss”

“don’t be” you smiled up at him with big eyes and he almost missed a step on the way up. “he wasn’t the nicest, i don’t think he even liked anyone apart from his cat, but she’s nice enough most of the time”

“i get it” mattheo nodded understandingly “so where would she normally hide?” he looked around the room, trying to spot the orange fur of your cat. now that he thought about it, he remembered you chasing her around the halls a few times.

“you mind helping me up?” you pointed at the wooden beam over both of your heads

“seems like she prefers the higher spots, huh?” mattheo asked sarcastically, before he picked you up without another word of protest

you climbed on top of the beam, turning your head, before you finally shook it and mattheo helped you back down.

“where could she be if she isn’t here either?”

“i have one last spot in mind” you nodded, thinking “if she isn’t there, then i don’t know where she could still be”

“well, hopefully she is”

“as long as she’s fine” you smiled

mattheo followed you back down the steps of the tower, pending what he could still ask you. he wouldn’t waste any time he could spend with you, he would make the most of it.

his mind was racing, trying to come up with something, but the only thing he could remember was the list of thirty six questions blaise had shown him the day before, swearing that those were the best icebreakers at a first date.

well, this was far from a first date, but it did not hurt to try

“given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” he muttered, recalling the first question.

your face lit up at his sudden question. “that’s a fun question” you smiled “let me think about it. does the person have to be alive?”

mattheo shook his head

“well then i would pick my grandmother, i think” you smiled, deep in thought “she was a great woman. i remember my grandfather being a decent person back when she was alive. she used to make these crocheted hats for me. i have them in almost every color”

“that sounds nice” mattheo smiled as he noticed how your features lit up while talking about your grandma. he followed you into the great hall, not even questioning it.

“what about you?” you asked him, taking a quick turn and walking up the steps around the wall of the entryway.

“what about me?” mattheo repeated confused

“yeah” you laughed at his forgetfulness “who would you have dinner with?”

“i don’t know” mattheo shrugged

“i don’t accept that answer” you shook your head “i can't believe that no one comes to mind at that”

there was someone coming to mattheo’s mind. but he couldn’t tell you. right now, he only wanted to have dinner with one person and that person was you, and maybe your cat, because not finding her would probably mean that you would be sad otherwise.

“merlin” mattheo answered quickly and you raised your eyebrows

“fan?”

“the biggest” mattheo grinned and cringed the moment your eyes left his face. he was ready to turn around and run away, but your sudden calling kept him from it.

“starlight!” you laughed, holding out your arms and catching the orange cat that had been about to fall from the highest shelf.

“hey” mattheo cooed, softly stroking the cat’s head. the cat hissed at him and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“she likes you” you smiled brightly despite starlight proving the opposite.

“you really think so?” mattheo asked unsurely.

“of course” you were pulling the cat close to your chest “she’s smiling at you”

mattheo wasn’t so sure about that. starlight looked like she was ready to claw his eyes out if left unattended in the same room.

starlight settled on top of your shoulder as you began to walk back down the stairs. mattheo was ready to follow, but starlight hissed at him over you shoulder and it took him a second longer to catch up to you.

despite anything you had previously said, he was sure that that cat absolutely loved you, even if she often spend her time sleeping in the most ridiculous places and making you search for her. he was sure you loved her just as much, even you had so casually talked about the cat's situation he had noticed that you couldn't have endured your parents just giving her away. he had also noticed the worry in your eyes when stalright hadn't been in the astronomy tower.

additional to that, he was also sure she already hated him. maybe she could sense the inappropriate thoughts he sometimes had about you.

“thank you for your help” you had walked mattheo back to the doors of the library, after he had claimed that his friends would probably appreciate his return to finish the homework.

“no problem” he smiled and he had almost sighed at the how pretty you were, just simply standing in front of him “i’d do anything” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?” you laughed, not having understood a sound of what he had mumbled. starlight was busy playing with a strand of your hair. mattheo had to smile at that and you mirrored his expression.

“doesn’t matter” mattheo shrugged and his smile grew brighter as he watched you laugh at him.

you softly held a hand in front of starlight's eyes, before you stood on your tiptoes, softly kissing mattheo's cheek. “thank you, maybe we could have dinner some day” you said, before you waved him a final goodbye “say goodbye starlight” the cat hissed at him once again and you smiled pleased, before you turned around and walked back in the direction of your dorm.

“i’d do anything” mattheo repeated his earlier words when you were far enough away. his cheeks were red and his hand touched the spot on which your lips had rested a few seconds ago. “anything”

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chocochannie · 10 months

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Blaise Zabini headcanons

He loves baking

Really smart but doesn't show it

Has a good skin care routine, literally better than Pansy's

Mamas boy

Kinda quiet, but when you get to know him he'll never shut up

Likes reading by the fireplace

Loves Draco more than himself, they're inseparable

Owls his mum often, he tells her about all the little things that happened

He's friends with Luna and Neville, and every time he hears someone speaking bad about them, he's ready to fight

That man is extremely humble

He's really fascinated by muggle sports

He's an amazing listener and advice giver, you can come to him every time you feel down

Fluent in Italian

Treats Pansy like his little sister

He's a gentleman, his mum taught him how to treat girls right

Neat handwriting

Loves potions and dada

Enjoys watching old muggle movies

Girls are all over him but he hates it

Always on time

Loves giving and receiving flowers

He's literally addicted to coffee, can't start a day without a cup of coffee

Has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen

Dad of the group

Drags Theodore out of bed almost everyday, just to make sure he eats breakfast

Gives really good hugs

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cuntrygirlcallista · 4 months

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☆ I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..

draco malfoy has a crush on you…

Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.

Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. It’s not charming at all, it’s actually quite annoying.

He’d have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.

It was a nightmare.

While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.

Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then you’d already pieced it all together.

You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.

“and Draco” you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. “The bragging isn’t going to win me over, I prefer gentleman”

After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you “princess” and surprisingly treating you like one.

You were actually starting to like him

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cherryslyce · 1 year

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Second Son (XI) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: Yule Break extinguishes away in a wave of concerning news and uncertainty. Blaise asks for a favor, and Y/N has to juggle goals and friendships as Harry searches for an answer from Slughorn.

Part X / Part XII / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: We are getting to the climax! Next chapter will be the end of Sixth Year.

The chill that wracked through your body had you twitching your head in a shudder every couple of minutes. Sirius was pacing around the kitchen, murmuring heatedly to himself, and you suspected that he would try and head to the Burrow – or what was left of it, to fetch Harry any second now.

You had insisted on making your way over by floo the moment the news had sunk in, but the look in Sirius’ eyes had you pausing in the doorway. It would be unfair to leave him alone, and you knew that he was worried about your safety as well.

No use getting caught in any crossfire, Harry could look out for himself.

Darting your eyes to look at the clock, you realized that only half an hour had passed since Harry’s patronus delivered the news. Wringing your hands in your lap, you resisted the urge to run upstairs and collapse into a heap on your bed. Regulus was eerily silent, and you were sure he was trying to process the news as well.

Harry’s message had been ominous, and you were sure he purposely did so because it was something Sirius wasn’t meant to know. The odds were not looking promising for you in that case.

The sudden muted crackling of the floo network has you snapping your head up, eyes immediately catching sight of a disheveled Harry. Sirius is pouncing on the disoriented boy before you can even rise from your seat, quickly assessing him for any visible injuries.

“I’m alright. It’s okay.” Harry weakly brushes away Sirius’ clammy fingers, sending a reassuring nod at the older man. It takes only a few more moments of fussing before the man is backing off, stepping to the side so that Harry can approach you.

You are enveloped in warmth before you can even register anything, your body moving on its own accord. The force of your movements have the chair wobbling unsteadily, and even Harry seems surprised by your swift gesticulations.

Pulling back, you’re hesitant to ask, “Is everyone okay?” Your voice was shaky, while your chest was rising and falling harshly from anxiety.

Harry nods, but a shadow falls over his eyes and he drops his head onto your shoulder. Pursing your lips in confusion, you see Sirius tilt his head in worry at the both of you. It takes a few more moments before Harry slowly steps away from you, spinning around to look at his Godfather nervously.

“Sirius, is it alright if we have some privacy?” Harry asked, throat bobbing as he tried to process the events of the day. “Just for a bit, I mean.”

The man nods and to your relief, gives you both a look of understanding. “Of course. I’ll be in my room.” With more certainty and elegance than you’ve ever seen displayed by the man, he is quick to dismiss himself, practically floating up the staircase.

Turning your head aside, you slowly amble back to your spot at the dinner table. Harry trails after you, head inclined to stare at his muddy shoes as he rounds the table to sit across from you.

“Harry, what did you mean? What does he know?” Your impatience is palpable as your words hang heavy in the air.

Twisting his fingers, eyes intent on avoiding yours, you are barely able to decipher his words, “It’s Regulus. He knows about his portrait.”

“What?! How?” You credit yourself for not immediately breaking down into tears or falling into a fit of laughter, but you were very much on the verge of slamming your face onto the wood in front of you to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Before Harry can respond, you whip your head to look over your shoulder to make sure Sirius was still upstairs. Reaching into your pocket, you pull Regulus’ portrait out, desperately needing something to ground you.

Harry doesn’t even blink at your movements, instead rubbing at his temples to try and connect his brain to his mouth. Regulus is staring up at you in worry, but you weren’t sure if it was for your sake or for his.

“He got in my head. After the attack, he was unbelievably happy…and I could feel him worming his way into my mind. And then…he was so, so angry.” Harry shakes his head, and peers up at you with a grimace.

Bringing Regulus' frame to your chest, you hug the small object tightly before leveling your eyes to look at Harry, “What should we do?”

“I…I don’t know. But I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.” Harry’s self-flagellation has you shaking your head firmly, lips pressed tightly from stress.

“No. This isn’t on you, Harry. It was bound to happen eventually. Our goals haven’t changed, and this only serves as encouragement to kill this fucker faster.” Your words are quiet, but venomous – fury poorly veiled as your mind raced.

Harry releases a shaky breath before readjusting his glasses, “It’s my fault, but thank you for saying that. And…I don’t think we should tell Sirius.”

Your eyebrows slowly raise up to your hairline at his words, “You’re sure?”

“If Voldemort is targeting Regulus now, it would be better if Sirius stayed in the dark. He’s already restless enough as is, and telling him would only make him more eager to leave the house.” Harry’s words make sense, but you’re still unconvinced. Pulling Regulus away from your chest, you glance down at the boy in silent question, merely frowning when the boy hesitantly nods in agreement.

Before you can respond to Harry’s words, Regulus breaks the silence, “Birdie, we should tell him about it.” His words are hushed, and you have half the mind to flush at his words, clearing your throat as Harry shoots you a small teasing glance.

Ignoring the look from your friend, you lean back in your seat as you get ready to open another can of worms, “Harry, what do you know about Horcruxes?”

Unfortunately, Harry was not as nonplussed as you expected him to be. In fact, he gave no hint that he was at all familiar with the word. You nearly groaned at the confused look that overtook your friend's face. Harry was not a good actor, and he had no reason to lie to you anyway.

So, Harry really had no clue about the horcruxes.

After the boy’s clueless demeanor became all too much for you to handle, you decided to cut your discussion short, opting to instead interrogate the boy on the events of Burrow attack.

Your Yule Break ended on a bittersweet note, and you were surprised by the hug Sirius hauled you into as you attempted to lug your things through the door. You were still very much worried about Voldemort’s revelation, but he wouldn’t dare to try anything while you were in the safe confines of Hogwarts’ walls.

It was currently your third day back from break, and you were still trying to shake off the sluggishness of procrastination that clung to your brain. As you bound down the stairs, having been dismissed from Arithmancy, you nearly jump out of your skin as you feel something bump into your elbow.

Pausing in your step, heart skipping at the scare, you crane your head over your shoulder.

“Blaise! I almost rolled down the steps.” Your huff of indignation brings a smile to the Italian’s face, before it shatters and falls flat into a grim line.

Edging around your figure, he begins to walk next to you, “Fancy a talk, Y/N?”

Shrugging to hide your brimming curiosity, you send a small smile to your friend, “If you insist, B.” Your teasing words have him rolling his eyes. The nickname came easy as it was merely just a reminder of how he signed all of his letters to you with ‘-B’.

As you both wander through the halls, you don’t miss the incredulous looks being thrown your way. It was to be expected, one of Draco’s closest friends willingly associating themselves with one of Harry’s best friends? Utter madness.

“Everyone is looking at us like we’ve just set Fudge’s bloody knickers on fire.” You breathe, pointedly averting your eyes to stare above everyone’s heads.

Blaise chuckles at your words and sends a wink towards someone from a younger year, nearly causing them to faceplant, “I wouldn’t expect any less.”

“Are you sure you’re allowed to be seen so openly with me?” Your voice is low and carries an edge of worry, causing Blaise to quirk his eyebrow.

Shaking his head, he doesn’t allow his gaze to stray, “It might come as a shock, but everyone with a functioning brain knows that I align myself with my mother.”

You hum in understanding at his words. Blaise’s mother, the Contessa Zabini, was infamous for her blithing neutrality. Of course, which meant that this war was of no concern to her.

“I don’t suppose this is just any ordinary chat.” You huff and side eye the boy, “Don’t look so surprised, you were as stiff as a board earlier.”

Blaise smiles despite the way his gaze hardens at the reminder, “Quick you are on the uptake. But yes, I came to ask you for a favor.”

“Well, I’m all ears.” You readjust the strap of your bag as Blaise flicks his wand around by his side, muttering a small incantation. It seemed that this favor would be one of the heavier ones, as there would be no other reason as to why Blaise would cast a muffling charm otherwise.

“It’s about Draco.”

Tilting your head, but keeping your eyes pointed forwards, you can only hum in confusion. Blaise exhales quietly and straightens up his shoulders, “He’s still being secretive, but after Yule, it’s gotten much worse. He’s spreading himself thin on whatever he’s doing, and he doesn’t seem to be sleeping as of late either.”

Feeling concern pool in your chest, you frown lightly, “You’re thinking the same thing I’m thinking right?”

Blaise nods grimly, “I didn’t want to believe it.”

“Shit. I thought that minors weren’t allowed to take the mark though? Is Voldemort growing that desperate?” Your words are tinged with anger and you wince as you realize that Draco probably wasn’t the only student being drafted into Voldemort’s forces.

“He must be. I don’t know what’ll happen now, but by the end of this year…well, it must be what Draco is working towards. He seems to be anxious on time. So, I just need you to help me keep an eye on him. And also, maybe have Potter sod off. His stalking is a bit disconcerting.” Blaise’s last words come out with a dry huff that has him crossing his arms, clearly bemused by your friend’s obsession with the Malfoy heir.

“Completely understandable, and I completely agree. No worries, B, you have my word. I’ll make sure Malfoy doesn’t blow himself up, and I’ll gently guide Harry to worry about more pressing matters.” Your insouciant smile has Blaise mirroring the expression, knocking his shoulder into yours in appreciation.

“Much appreciated. Ah, and your request for those Norwegian grimoires is in the works. My mother was quite intrigued by your letter, and she hopes to meet you over tea in the future.” Blaise’s words have you straightening up, faltering midstep. You were endlessly grateful for the help, but you wouldn’t know how to properly act in the presence of such polite company.

Cracking your knuckles, you can feel the headache coming in, “Thank you. Though, I expect a crash course on proper mannerisms before any of that takes place.”

Blaise waves it off with an easy-going smirk, “Don’t fret, she’ll like you. She’s just always been keen on assessing who I keep in my circle.”

Conceding at his words, you give him a small farewell by sticking out your fist, only moving past him when he knocks it gently with his own fist.

You hoped you lived through whatever shit fest Voldemort planned to rain upon Wizarding Britain. You wouldn’t mind having Blaise as a life-long, begrudging friend – even if that meant having to deal with imposing aristocrats.

Maybe Reggie could give you some advice later.

No matter what though, you would make sure your friends and Regulus stayed safe through it all. You supposed now you were adding Draco to the list of people you needed to look out for, feeling his fate to be redolent of Regulus’.

After your chat with Blaise, Harry tracked you down a few hours later while you were in the library and practically herded you to the Room of Requirements.

Knowing better than to fight the boy, you simply let him.

As the doors seal away behind you both, you glance around to see that Harry had willed the room to transform into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Interesting choice.

“What’s up, Harry?” You grunt as you flop into one of the chairs.

Harry runs his hands along his trousers in nervousness before licking his lips, “Want to rehash that conversation we had during Yule?”

Raising your eyebrows, it takes you a moment to pinpoint what exactly he meant. “Oh? Sure, if you wish.” Your remark is followed by quick movements as you fish Regulus out of your robe pockets.

“Great. Well, you know how I’ve been having private lessons with Dumbledore?” You roll your eyes as you prop Reggie against the fruit bowl.

Leaning back, you keep your gaze on Regulus’ straight face as you answer, “Yes. Still not sure what you’re getting out of it though.”

Harry waves hesitantly at your unimpressed Slytherin, “Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I just finished my latest lesson and it’s all kind of clicking. Dumbledore wants me to find out what Slughorn knows about horcruxes. Apparently, he’s the one that Tom went to for information during his school days.”

At this, Regulus sneers, “Slughorn? Does this mean that he’s the one responsible for everything? Responsible for this?”

You frown at his words, resisting the urge to reach over and poke his portrait to try and quell his incense. Harry slowly nods and cringes as if coming to a realization, “Yes. And I need to try and get Slughorn to tell me about it. Dumbledore said that Slughorn gave him a tampered memory, one where it looked like Slughorn refused Tom’s request.”

“I would assume he would. Not many would be willing to own up to the fact that they’re somewhat responsible for causing a genocide.” You huff, “And the rise of a Dark Lord mere years after the whole Grindelwald thing.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, muttering something about ‘damned self-preservation’ as if he weren’t a Slytherin himself.

Harry seems to grow paler as he realizes that Slughorn would likely swallow his own foot before recounting his life’s greatest mistakes to the one person most damned by it.

Reaching over to pat his hand, you swivel your gaze to Regulus, “Bear, we should try and figure out the remaining fuzzy gaps in your memory. Maybe it’ll help Harry out.”

You don’t miss the way Regulus sputters at your words, but you decide to switch your gaze back to your friend just as he opens his mouth to speak, “Right…okay. Good chat. Well, I’ll keep you both updated then. I should get going, Ron has been itching to play Wizard’s Chess with me.”

An amused smile crawls onto your face at your friend’s awkwardness, realizing that he was likely running off because of your words to Regulus.

“Pulverize you in chess, you mean?” You snicker at your friend’s defeated expression, waving him off as he hurriedly exits the room.

Tilting your head back to examine the gloomy ceiling, you ignore the way Regulus’ eyes burn into your temple.

“Bear?” Regulus’ voice is quiet but impressively pouty, and you have to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your throat as you see his frown.

“Yeah, teddy bear. Now, I need your help on proper pureblood mannerisms. Contessa Zabini wants to have tea with me soon and I want to impress her.” Your last words come out muffled as you drape yourself onto the table, exasperated by the prospect.

Regulus hums, forgetting about the new nickname fiasco, “Impress her to take advantage of her influence, you mean?” You peek over at him and roll your eyes at the proud smile he’s trying to hide.

“Well, yes. But Blaise is my friend, and I think he’ll appreciate it if his mother didn’t want to smite me.”

Regulus nods, but the amused glow in his eyes doesn’t disappear, “I suppose I could help. I won’t go easy on you like I did when I was teaching you those Defense Spells though.”

You groan goodheartedly, wanting to protest that there was nothing even remotely easy about those lessons. Though, you had little to complain about, overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of being taught by Regulus again.

Merlin. You were a crup puppy. A pathetic, sappy, crup puppy.

Maybe Contessa Zabini had a tome somewhere that could help you cure your lovesickness.

You stewed over your growing feelings and the slight amorality of them for far longer than you’d be comfortable to admit, nearly banging your head against a pillar after leaving the Room of Requirements.

Decidedly troubled, you shift your mental energy in a different direction. Unfortunately, focusing on your friends to ignore these feelings proved to be more stressful than you’d bargain for. It was only the next morning and you were sprinting around the castle, first to make sure Ron hadn’t upped and died in the Hospital Wing, and then barreling to the owlery to continue corresponding with Contessa Zabini.

You were beat.

To make matters worse, you were still (regrettably) making good on your promise to Blaise, practically keeping Harry on a leash as he wandered around the castle.

“Harry, I promise, I’ll keep an eye on Draco to make sure he isn’t summoning demons or making blood sacrifices. You have too much on your plate already, and if you’re right about Snape and Draco and all that, I will personally fund your butterbeer addiction for the rest of your life.” You grumbled in a low voice, fingers twitching as you stopped yourself from grabbing ahold of the boy’s robe collar.

Harry’s jaw clenches before he reluctantly nods, “Alright.”

Clasping your hands together behind you, you tilt your head to the side as you both stumble into a particular empty alcove, “You’re making another attempt with Slughorn tonight, right?” Your words are casual, but even you could hear the cautionary edge in them.

“Yeah. I have a plan this time.” His determined words have you retreating from your curiosity, opting to instead trust his judgment, even if Harry was not exactly lauded for his astuteness.

Realizing that you were approaching one of the castle’s atriums, you end the conversation with a quick remark, “If you succeed, I expect to be able to…audit one of these lessons of yours. After all, I’m not exactly clueless about horcurxes.”

Harry gives you an agreeable nod before he parts from your side and gets lost in the swarm of students in front of you. Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you’re seldom surprised when you glance to your side and meet dark eyes.

Scanning your surroundings, you slowly edge towards the shadows, subtly nodding your head to one of the exits. Spinning around, you make your way back to where you came from, patiently leaning against the wall as you find the familiar desolate hall.

“We’ve been seeing each other more and more, B.” Your musing is met with a deadpan as he takes his place on the opposite wall, quickly making sure that no one was around.

“I’ve discovered what our little dragon is up to.” Blaise’s words are completely flat, but his eyes twinkle like he’s beaten you to the punch at solving a riddle.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms, “Don’t make it sound like we’ve adopted him or something.”

“Oh, right. Hope I’m not stepping on your lover’s toes.”

You shake your head, smiling a little at his words. It was a good thing Regulus was in your dorm at the moment since you don’t know how you would explain Blaise’s words to him otherwise.

“So what is he up to? I don’t suppose it would have anything to do with the strange dark artifacts flying around the student population? Didn’t realize Voldemort wanted innocent students to be attacked.” Raising your eyebrows, you see Blaise give you an impressed look.

Yeah, you could use your brain too.

“Correct you are. He was acting suspicious when we all saw Katie Bell walking around the dining hall. I practically had to hand-feed him to get his attention. Besides, I’ve seen him making his way to the seventh floor corridor more than once.” Blaise peers up at you from his lashes, giving you a knowing look, “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

You hear footsteps approaching and you shoot the Italian a quick glance before moving away from the wall, “Your uncanny ability to know everything is annoying.” You groan at his smile, “Fine. I’ll show you tomorrow.”

He inclines his head in thanks before kicking off the wall, sticking out his fist in farewell. Bumping his hand, you’re the first to depart, deciding to head off to the library to await Harry’s arrival.

Hopefully, Slughorn would cave under Harry’s unrelenting persistence.

You didn’t know if it was your wishful thinking or Harry’s persuasive abilities that led to his success, but you didn’t wait around to ruminate over it as Harry rounded around a bookshelf and paced towards your expectant figure.

The boy held up a small vial of cloudy wisps, nodding at your anticipatory gaze. You both stayed quiet as you practically jogged to Dumbledore’s office, waiting behind Harry as he supplied the familiar stone gargoyle with a password (again, the name of another popular sweet you’ve seen Dumbledore stock in bulk).

As you both pad into the round office, Dumbledore shoots you a confused glance before Harry holds up the glass vial for the headmaster to see.

“Very good, my boy. And how may I be of assistance–” Before Dumbledore can find a way to dismiss you, Harry steps forwards and shakes his head.

“Y/N knows about the horcruxes, even before I did.” Harry said, gesturing to you in emphasis.

Dumbledore nods and you see his eyes flicker down to your hand, studying your ring with an all-knowing frown, “Very well. Then we shall proceed.”

Harry hands the vial to Dumbledore, who quickly uncaps it and summons a pensieve. You barely manage to mask your surprise at the sight of such a valuable object, instead making your way to stand by Harry’s side. Dumbledore merely gives you both an affirming nod before you’re all being pulled into the memory.

It was disorienting to be so aware, almost like you were shoved into someone else’s dream. The surroundings were marred by a strange film of color, and you almost wanted to throw something to gauge your existence in the memory.

Directing your attention to the main event of the memory, you have to stop yourself from becoming entranced by the sight of Tom Riddle, who looked so young, innocent – human.

You feel as though you’re in the foggy haze of Slughorn’s office for hours, and you unintentionally let out a loud gasp as the memory ends and you’re all dragged by into reality.

“Seven? Seven horcruxes?! He must have only a sliver of his soul left, no?” Your words come out taut, and your throat constricts as Dumbledore gives you a grim nod. It was purely skepticism to consider that Voldemort succeeded with all seven, but he likely had given how stubborn the bastard was.

How the hell were you meant to track down seven of these artifacts?

Harry and Dumbledore break off into a hushed conversation as you try to stop your hands from shaking.

You had to find all of these horcruxes, destroy them, and then kill Voldemort – a perfectly conceivable mission. Right.

You rejoin the two men as they continue their talk, and Dumbledore stops to consider something. Harry glances at you and you merely shrug, matching his frown as the weight of reality starts to sink in for you both.

Dumbledore inhales sharply before clasping his hands together, gazing at you both intently, “We must journey somewhere tonight, but I am afraid it is very dangerous. However, you are both welcome to accompany me if you wish.”

Furrowing your brows, you study Dumbledore’s expression, seeing Harry slowly nod in your peripheral vision. Both men turn to you, and you crane your head back in consideration.

“Would you both wait for me while I fetch something I need?” Your words come out light, and you briefly reconsider the request. Bringing Regulus was more for comfort than anything, but tagging along on a possibly macabre trip would be unsettling for anyone and you don’t know if Regulus would appreciate it.

Dumbledore nods and gestures for the both of you to go ahead, “Why don’t you both go and get ready, we will convene at the astronomy tower in half an hour.”

You practically fly away at the dismissal, but Harry lingers back in hesitation. Turning around to check on your friend, you lightly frown as he waves you off.

The walk back to your dorm goes undisturbed and you barely realize how quickly it goes by, too consumed with anxiety. Regulus remains quiet as you stalk towards your beside, gazing up at you in concern when you hesitate with your words.

“Will you come with me?” Your whisper is a tad insecure.

“Always.”

You smile at his resolute answer, “It’s going to be dangerous.”

Regulus shakes his head lightly and crosses his arms, “All the more reason for me to be with you.”

That’s all the assurance you need.

You are the first to reach the astronomy tower, but you don’t have to wait long before Harry and Dumbledore arrive. The three of you were sporting frowns that varied in degrees of uncertainty, yours being the most blatant.

“Take my arms.” Dumbledore’s words have you snapping out of your thoughts, and you share a confused glance with Harry.

“But sir, I thought you couldn’t apparate within Hogwarts ground?” You blanch. Dumbledore merely winks at you before he’s offering you and Harry his arms.

“Well, being me has its privileges.”

The tug of apparating was viscerally discombobulating, and you regretted not having more practice with it. You and Hermione had signed up for apparition lessons, but the act still had you swaying after every attempt.

As the three of you land on something rocky, you’re keenly aware of the scent of sea salt wafting around you. Opening your eyes, you gape at the sight of fervid waves crashing all around you. Water sprays by your feet and you inhale deeply as a cool breeze whips past your figures in greeting.

In front of you awaits an inky cave carved into the cliffside.

You feel a sudden chill, and tense up as something familiar slams into your magic.

The cave felt like an endless web of distinct magic types, each weaving around and becoming drowned out as another surfaced against your magic.

Were there wizards in there?

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lazerdash · 3 months

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Harry Potter

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photos from Pinterest - collage made by LazerDash

Summary: Spending time with the HP characters!

Word Count: 880

Warning: fluff, wholesome, cedric being a hopeless romantic, cuddles, kisses, hand holding, draco being draco.

A/N: I love the idea of how each of these characters act and just wanted to give my shot into making them! I hope ya'll like it.

-----> ☆

Harry:

• he will hang out with you anywhere to be honest

• you want to go to hogsmeade? He'll pay for whatever you want (boy is rich, don't forget that)

• he'll hold your hand the entire time to hogsmeade

• or he'll have a hand on on your waist/hip

• don't wanna go to hogsmeade?

• that's okay too!!

• he'll take you back to his dorm and hold you

• honestly he probably uses you as an excuse to not study or do his work sometimes

•though he will deny it if you ever bring it up

• he just wants to spend time with you! what's so wrong with that? right...?

• he might even let you try his glasses on if you ask lol

• he loves to make you laugh

• the jokes between you two is so wholesome as well

• he'll get all blushy if you call him cute too

• and deny it ofc and call you cute instead

Hermione:

• you + her = library

• just kidding... Well, not entirely.

• she definitely would love to show you her favorite books! (if you two have the free-time)

• she loves to read to you.

• and if the two- you weren't caught up on school work, she'd be there to help you.

•maybe she'll even cut you some slack if you haven't been feeling well lately.

• Besides that, you two might go hangout at Hogsmeade (she likes the three broom sticks)

• again, whenever she is free... she can't have her grades- or yours! Being interfered with.

• she may love you, but she also wants to make sure both of your education is well taken care of.

• she'll want to share all of her favorite places with you, that includes the library.

• it makes her happy that she can trust you can take you to those private locations

• once she trusts you enough she will take you to all of her favorite locations when she was a kid

• she may even make it a whole special day planned out for the two of you

Draco:

• this lil shit-

• he will presist for the longest time that he doesn't want to spend time with you

• for you to get him to hang out with you, you have to make him think it is your idea-

• and plead with him.

• "reluctantly" he will agree...

• be aware he will totally be complaining the whole time

• don't worry, he'll shut his mouth once you hold his hand

• he doesn't want to admit it but he secretly likes it (shhhh-)

• if you take him to the three broom sticks he will complain at first

• since he is so use to having some "actual" food

• he WILL be the one paying for the two of you though (so that's a plus)

• if you even suggest going anywhere near the forbidden forest-

• he will refuse

• he can't go be getting himself dirty.

• plus he has some bad memories associated with the forbidden forest (and dat bloody chicken!)

• so no Hagrid's hut or forbidden forest.

• if you two are looking for some more quiet time he will take you back to his dorm room where you two can just hold eachother.

• he doesn't want anyone to see you two in public or even to see him being so lovey dovey in front of others

Cedric:

• Loves holding your hand

• kissing your cheeks, head, hand

• he is a huge romantic!

• if you like more private locations then he'll cuddle you in his dorm room (he'll even sneak you in some food if you're hungry)

• but if you enjoy more outdoors or just wanna be social!

• He will take you to the three broom sticks (he will not let you pay)

• he will also take you to honeydukes! if you like sweets, he will be getting your favorites

• he will make this a whole day planned just for the two of you

• wether it is because the stress of school has been weighing on your shoulders

• or just because the two of you haven't had some time together lately

• he might even introduce you to his friends some time

• just so you two can hang out together more often and be apart of the same friend groups

Luna:

• You guys would totally be hanging out on the edge of the forbidden forest (or in it)

• basking in the sunlight and hanging out with the theastrals

• if you can't see the theastrals then she will tell you all about them.

• she might even take you to some other magical creature that you can see

• i swear all of these magical creatures just automatically love her (does that also make us a magical creature?)

• if you guys happen to be not be in the forbidden forest, you'll be hanging out next to the black lake

• sitting together as you talk about how your days have been

• if it is a special day or you guys just don't wanna hang outside

• she'll hangout with you inside the castle! she'll even point out the nargles floating around in people's ears

• not yours though (you're too pure to have nargles, I guess?)

• though, she prefers nature and the creatures

• if you two get hungry in sometime between then you guys will go sneak some food

• or you could just head to hogsmeade and grab something to eat there

• she also likes to hold your hand and walk beside you!

• and don't be afraid to tell her she is cute!! she'll thank you

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