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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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off to a world — harry potter&luna lovegood♡

requested by @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 <3

harry potter x luna lovegood x slytherin!fem!reader, mostly fluff, some angst, canon level violence

a bullet point journey

meeting harry

•everyone was gawping, he needed a break

•sneaking out during first year because you were homesick and couldn’t sleep, bumping into his

•literally bumping, because he was invisible. first year harry, despite his traumatic start to life, was more naive. more trusting. he told you everything

•you started joining him on his midnight outings, though he came to meet you after his trips to the mirror

•out of robes at night, he didn’t know your house

•not until he noticed you in class, emerald green. he was confused, because you didn’t match what he knew about slytherins. ambitious sure, but so was he

•he missed a few of your meetings, and you weren’t sure how you knew, but you did. so you confronted him, not one to avoid confrontation

•he got over it

•ron and hermione know you exist, but you aren’t part of the trio. you’re more harry’s secret crush that is not a secret at all. they honestly don’t trust you at first, slytherin stereotypes and all that, but they come around

meeting luna

•met on the hogwarts express the year she joined, your second year, and latched onto her instantly

•made sure people didn’t give her a tough time, standing behind her like a guard dog if anyone gave her shit

•quietly helping her find all of her things when they went missing

•luna was your main friend, your meetings with harry fewer between as his own cursed life heated up

•but he missed you

they met each other

•in compliance to book canon, they meet in a train carriage, as ron and hermione are prefects. you’re there too, and if he looks surprised to see you, he doesn’t show it

•harry is struck with two realisations

•the first, he has not properly talked to you in a while. to think you were the person who really got him through the adjustment of hogwarts and... well, everything. and you’d drifted so fast. he resolved to rectify that.

•the second, you and the ditzy blonde next to you were so very pretty, and he was suddenly very aware of his tongue

•he stammered a lot that first time meeting you together, before reprimanding himself. bigger issues

•but he did reconnect with you, and in turn, your new best friend, luna. through dumbledore’s army, the three of you were spending a lot of time together - he made sure nobody gave you crap for being the only slytherin there

•after meetings, you two would stay and help him tidy

how it started

•it was messy. in a nice way, sort of

•harry asked you out on the day you’d been planning on asking out luna, but you’d found yourself saying yes on instinct

•“yes! wait, no-” “oh, that’s fine...” “i mean yes, but... i was about to ask out luna.” “oh.” “maybe... she could come too.” you suggested it, harry considered it. maybe his heart didn’t just race around her because you were usually near

•luna was, simply, into it. it wasn’t a complex issue for her. she liked you, she liked harry.

•it was a nice start

the war

•harry didn’t want you two to come horcrux hunting. he wanted you safe, and dumbledore ordered he’d only take ron and hermione with him

•you and luna were supposed to return to the deteriorating hogwarts

•but dumbledore had given you the same secret mission he gave every slytherin kid that wasn’t a blood supremacist. everyone in a position he could abuse

•you became a spy. luna didn’t ask you to stay, she just held you tightly the night before you left, afraid to be alone but not willing to hold you back

•you weren’t based in malfoy manor, nor were you high enough in the ranks to hear about any plans. so you didn’t know luna had been snatched from the hogwarts express

•harry noticed neither of you were on the map. he noticed neither of you were at hogwarts. being targets, he hoped you’d both gone to ground. didn’t let himself consider another possibility

•but the night harry arrived at the malfoy manor, so did you. both of you discovered then, luna was downstairs

•with silent communication, you hatched the plan

•you were present for hermione’s torture, you held her as soon as everyone had left the room, assuring her you were on her side

•once dobby was buried, harry lost his temper. you, him, and luna were upstairs, but the shouting could be heard throughout the house

•he said you never should’ve left luna. you were blaming yourself for the same thing and couldn’t help but lash out

•“i’m not the only one that left on dumbledore’s orders, harry.” and you were right, but neither of you would back done

•out of the dynamic, you two could clash, and luna was always the middleman. soothing you both, reminding you how much you loved each other, as well as her

•you two held each other when harry’s body was brought forth, and he had to force himself to not twitch at your screams

•but happy reunited ending and fred never died🤭

epilogue

•it took time after the war, to heal

•harry was loaded with guilt and pain, he pushed you away, but you never let him get far

•you had a dark mark. you burned it off, but the scars remained.

•luna was the best at coping with the trauma, but she had her falls too

•but the three of you got through.

•luna surrounded your house with her magical creatures, which harry and his riches indulged her with

•she would go away for spells of time, looking for creatures, elated at her success when she returned, but also elated to see you two again

•harry’s job was dangerous, but you had never loved him for his sense of safety

•you pursued your love for classics, more in the muggle world, but making magical crossovers occasionally

•the rooms of your house were a constant muddle of your careers, passions, hobbies

•a beautiful muddle of three unique people with so much love for each other in their hearts

•luna has definitely painted a mural in every room

•birthdays are always celebrated in the most unique ways, as are any other milestones

•newspapers are always wanting interviews out of the lot of you. sometimes you say yes, sometimes you say no, sometimes luna stares at them blankly until they go away

•your nieces/nephews/own children if that’s something you decided to do, absolutely love you guys. your house is so interesting to them, you all love them so much

•harry does most of the cooking because you just can’t and luna tries to put ingredients in things that ingredients don’t go in for ‘science’

•your home is a blend of magic and muggle. your library is almost completely muggle, except for the fact it’s stored in a cupboard on the first floor, which opens up into a full scale...library

•you have healthy communication, like any functioning relationship needs, though things can get lost in translation

•like the time harry was running late for work and asked luna to put some toast on for him, while he was in the shower. he dried off and shrugged on his blazer, only for two slices of buttered toast to fall from the inside

•or the time luna asked you to feed her bowtruckles while she was away, but you fed them human food the whole time (they were fine, don’t worry)

•but overall, you’re a solid group of unconditional love and support

🏷️ — @faeriieblush @ariyabella @it-be-me-ella @river13254 @juneberrie

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bloodbell · 1 year

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Luna Lovegood likes a lot of things.

She likes halloween and jalapeño cream-cheese bagels and dipping her waffle fries in her soda and finger-painting portraits of the bird that lives on her window-sill. In the summer she likes catching fireflies and releasing them, hunting ghosts, whispering all her secrets to the trees. She likes tuna sandwiches. The fog after it rains. The topsy-turvey feeling she gets when she goes on a rollercoaster.

She likes you, too.

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puppy-coded · 1 year

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Hot Chocolate Conversations{L.L.}

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ace!Luna Lovegood x reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: .4k words

You were freezing your tail end off while walking back from herbology. You wanted to get to your dormitory and curl up under the comfy blankets.

You were just about to pass the Great Hall when you heard your name. It was soft but you heard it.

You turned to go into the hall when you spot Luna. She already had a cup of hot chocolate for you waiting in the seat across from her.

"Hey," You greeted breathlessly.

Luna smiled as she watched you struggle onto the bench. "Hi. How was class?" She asked, silently applauding you when you finally swung your leg over properly.

"Good." You responded. "How come you weren't there?" You asked the girl in front of you.

You wrapped your hands around the ceramic mug in front of you and sighed the second your frozen fingers made contact. You wanted to hold on to the warmth for forever.

"Oh it's much too cold. I decided to not go." Luna said as if it was obvious, which, to be fair, it was a good point.

You took a sip of hot chocolate, almost choking on it when Luna gave her reasoning. "Luna you can't just skip class when you feel like it."

Luna tilted her head, not understanding what was the matter. "Why not?"

"It's not good for... grades."

"I don't know... I'm part of the Hot Chocolate Squad so I'm allowed." She said, finally marking the page in her book that was out and scooting it to the side.

"The... The Hot Chocolate Squad?"

Luna smiled at your confusion. "Hogwarts is trying a new thing this winter. A few students make hot chocolate all day and help cold students."

You narrowed your eyes at her and softened quickly. "Fine. You get a pass."

"I always do." She smiled, putting her book in her bag and grabbing her now-empty mug, fully prepared to leave.

You shook your head at your best friend and finished your hot chocolate.

"I can't believe you. I want to do that."

"You can't skip class." Luna repeated back to you. "Also it's full." She responded as she left the Great Hall.

How dare.

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avalynlestrange · 9 months

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Luna Lovegood

Masterlist

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs)

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Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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Note: I know I have 2 different people on my mood board.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hello, can you write a fluff alphabet with Luna Lovegood?

Yes of course!

Not proofread.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

She would definitely choose to go exploring in places that she's not supposed to with you, not taking long to convince you to join her, hand in hand, sneaking around.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

She would admire that you were unapologetically you just like she was herself at all times. She would struggle with those around her teasing her, calling her names, taking her things, but you would simply ignore them, telling her to keep her head high.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

She's so soft spoken and gentle so she definitely wouldn't make anything worse. She would probably just sit by you and rub your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

She really just wanted a quiet life, practicing magic and potions. She didn't want attention, she didn't want to live in the muggle world, constantly fearing another attack or to be found out. After all the trauma she's endured, she wants something easy and comfortable.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Definitely the more passive one until someone hurts your feelings. She's sort of known for being quiet and tame but she's definitely lacked self consciousness so she would not be afraid to tell people how she feels about them upsetting you.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

She wouldn't fight with you. There was rarely anything to fight about other than little bickers every once in a while regarding a board game or what to read.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

She's very grateful and she would always slip her thankfulness in whenever she would be speaking to you. She wasn't afraid to constantly praise you and make you feel appreciated since it's all she's ever wanted, to be appreciated. She constantly gives what she wishes to get from other people and that would lead to mutual respect and gratefulness on both sides.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

She shared EVERYTHING. Like even the most TMI worthy information, you were in the know for every aspect of her life, the ins and outs. It's led to overall clarity in your relationship because there was never any secrets and you always knew what she was thinking.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I think that she would inflict her patience onto you. She helped you really find peace in even the most stressful situations and she was really good at game planning situations and figuring out solutions.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

She didn't get jealous. She just didn't worry about anyone else, knowing in her heart that, though she was a bit odd and eccentric, she was the one for you, and she was the only one for you.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss would be chaste and simple, quick and fleeting. She would definitely not be the person at all to have full on makeout sessions, I truly believe she would get too overwhelmed, just wanting to show her love simply.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

She would say it straight out, 'I believe I love you' and she would move on to another task quickly, not even realizing your shocked expression. She'd be confused as to why you were so taken back by that comment and it would take some explaining to realize how much it meant to you and how big of a deal it was. Her argument was 'oh, was it not obvious?'

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

She would definitely love and need a small weddings, lots of big flowers, lots of paisley patters and quiet music. It would just be the important people, close friends, and she would just feel happy to do something so normal, so simple.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

She would definitely call you bug. I wholeheartedly believe that. She would love to be called baby though, she found it utterly endearing and she loves that you take care of her and are so gentle with her.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

She would definitely be obvious. Her eyes following you as you move, practically heart eyes whenever she's gazing at you, she would itch to hold your hand and stay close to you at all times, letting everyone know that she was yours and proudly so.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

She loved to be close to you in public, your arm wrapped around her shoulders, your hands firmly grasped in one another, small kisses being pressed against exposed skin. She didn't care about prying eyes or nosy people, she just cared about you.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

She's brutally honest, I'm leaving it at that.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

She's definitely original when it comes to date ideas but she'd never pass up a candle lit dinner. She thought it was the cutest thing and something out of a fairytale and she truly just wanted you to feel pampered.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

She'd do anything to get you anywhere you wanted to be. She truly just thought that her happiness would be found alongside yours. What's that term? Oh yeah, 'happy wife, happy life'.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

She liked adventuring, sure. She really liked to come up with new things for the two of you to do together whether that be dates or getting into some trouble. Though she's timid, she's not the type to be tied down.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

She's extremely understanding but honest when she doesn't understand something. She would ask a lot, A LOT, of questions to truly grasp a concept or idea that comes from your mind. She felt odd and out of place when she didn't understand something so she would always work to learn new things, new emotions or struggles.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You'd be her everything. She'd rather die than be without you by her side.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

She liked to go shopping, I truly believe this. She liked to go out and look at new clothing ideas, new potion materials and books. It would be one of her favorite outings with you.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

VERY. Very, very affectionate. She wanted to constantly be close to you, feeling your warmth and love. She just found comfort in your presence so she'd be very upset if she goes long periods of time without cuddling up next to you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

She couldn't cope. Like at all. She really feels this sense of emptiness, as if a part of her is missing, when you're gone. She didn't like to be away from you at all, needing your hand to hold and to resume to your healthy codependency.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

She would do anything for you. She'd protect you and keep you safe until they day she dies. She doesn't want anything to harm you or take you away from her so she would do anything in her power to make sure you're happy, healthy and safe in her arms.

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ladyvesuvia · 2 years

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⬶ navigation | main masterlist | hp masterlist

✿ — angst ; ❂ — fluff; ★ — popular; ☆ — personal fave

HEADCANONS + OTHERS

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ONESHOTS

[i like her name] ❂ — As the Yule Ball approaches, all you could think about is the girl from Ravenclaw with mesmerizing eyes.

#ves.masterlist #ves.writes #ves.writes luna lovegood #luna lovegood #luna lovegood x reader #luna lovegood fluff

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nevsluvr · 2 years

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🪨 — dancing with our hands tied; send an angsty / smutty / fluffy headcanon you have for a character and i’ll elaborate on it.

I think Luna definitely loves her hair being braided or just people messing with her hair in general

yes yes yes she just lets it be most of the times but does really enjoy it and feels so loved when you just sit behind her in your free time knowing you could be doing so many other things rn instead of this, while she’s keeping herself entertained doing homework or something while you braid her hair and you also take the time to untangle it (bc let’s be honest she just let her hair do whatever and it gets messy sometimes) and even put little flowers or decors in it to make it look pretty :,)

#rochi’s 800 follower celebration #luna lovegood #luna lovegood fluff #luna lovegood imagine #luna lovegood headcanon

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malfoysgem · 2 years

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Pay Attention! | L.L x reader

summary: luna tells everyone to shut up and pay attention to you speaking because they aren’t paying attention. then you go to your room and luna goes to comfort you

house and blood status: ravenclaw and it doesn’t really matter what blood status you are

warnings: being ignored/angst ig (?), modern!au, tell me if there’s any more please!

a/n: idk how i feel about this lol

you always loved talking. it could be about potions, a new book you got, a muggle movie you’ve seen, anything! but no one ever seemed to pay attention.

one day you were in the ravenclaw common room with some of your friends, you were with luna, astoria, draco, theo, and blaise. you enjoyed spending time with them of course but you hated when they didn’t pay attention and were just sitting on their phones.

“oo! i forgot to say i watched this new movie this weekend! it was amazing, the main character was hilarious, my favorite character was this one girl named alice she’s so coo-“ you cut off your sentence as you looked to your friends all on their phones besides your best friend luna. “are you guys even listening!?” you questioned. “yea of course we are.” they mumbled not looking up from their phones.

“guys y/n is talking! get off your phones and listen!” luna said “no it’s fine luna don’t worry” you smiled at her quickly trying to hide your teary eyes. “i’m just gonna go to my dorm.” you mumbled. none of them even said anything! not even a bye, or an okay just nothing!

you slowly stood up and started walking to your dorm. your eyes were getting teary and you were shaking.

once you got to your dorm you jumped on your bed and started crying. you hated when your friends didn’t pay attention to you. it made you feel ignored and not special. luna is the only one that listens to you and you’re really grateful for her.

as you kept crying you heard someone open the door and you immediately jolted up and wiped your eyes.

“oh noo y/n/n! don’t cry my love” luna said frowning. “i’m sorry luna it’s just that sometimes the others don’t make me feel that good” you spoke “aww my baby” “i feel like when i’m talking they just ignore me and i don’t like it that much, i feel like i’m annoying them and i’m just a burden.” you continued while getting teary again.

“it’s ok y/n. they just don’t understand how lovely and interesting your stories are” luna said making you laugh a bit “maybe they’re jealous that you have such amazing stories and they don’t” she said shrugging.

“i love you so much luna.” you said while giggling and hugging her. “i love you more y/n/n.” she said back “anywaysss, do you want to keep telling me about that movie you were falling about?” luna said s,idling while looking into your eyes.

yes of course!” you said excitingly

for the rest of the night you and luna talked. it was mostly you talking to her about little things but you loved that she was listening.

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theostrophywife · 8 months

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stop the world i wanna get off with you.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: stop the world i wanna get off with you by arctic monkeys. author’s note: the theo brain rot is so real for me besties. i kid you not i listened to the song on repeat while writing this because my mans is arctic monkeys coded. plus, it was only a matter of time before we saw some smutty action from my favorite slutherin 😏 part one: baby won't you be my girl?

You were not a morning person.

Theo knew that. Hell, everyone in Slytherin knew that. Waking you up before noon on the weekend was a one way ticket to a world of pain. For some reason, your boyfriend was determined to make the top of your hit list this morning.

You groaned as Theo shifted beneath you, rousing you from sleep. He stroked your hair gently and pressed a kiss on your temple. “I have to go to practice, amorina.”

Sunlight streamed in through the skylight above Theo’s dorm, reflecting the rippling waves of the Black Lake across your boyfriend’s goose down comforter. You buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled against his throat, relishing in his warmth. “Please, Teddy.”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “You said that five minutes ago, sweetheart. Do you want your sweet and sexy boyfriend to be maimed by his captain?”

“If Malfoy so much as touches a hair on your head, I’ll turn him into a ferret again and set him loose in the Forbidden Forest.” You snuggled closer and twined your legs together. “Let’s see how threatening he can be against Aragog.”

“Sometimes you genuinely scare me, Y/N.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “But apparently, fear is a very effective aphrodisiac for me. I’m learning a lot of new things about myself.”

“I can threaten you some more if you want,” you murmured sleepily. “As long as you stay in bed with me, Teddy.”

Theo groaned as you kissed his neck. “You’re absolutely cruel, you know that?” He tilted your chin up, pressing his lips against yours. You sighed dreamily into the kiss, morning breath and all.

Even though you’ve only been officially dating for three months, it felt like you and Theo had been together for a lifetime. You were already inseparable before, but after his confession at the quidditch game after party, you spent nearly every waking moment together. Hence waking up in his bed.

Theo placed a final kiss on the tip of your nose. “Now I really have to go.” You sighed in defeat, pouting like a petulant child. Your boyfriend laughed. “I’ll see you in the stands, babe.”

“Fine,” you mumbled grumpily.

You watched as Theo hastily threw on his quidditch uniform, admiring the view of his sunkissed skin and toned chest and abs. Thank Merlin for quidditch.

The cheeky tosser winked before heading for the pitch. You turned over in bed, burying yourself in Theo’s scent as you drifted back to sleep.

Several hours later, you finally managed to get dressed and dragged yourself to the Great Hall for a late lunch. When you got to your usual table, you found the boys and Pansy waiting for you. Draco and Mattheo were talking in hushed tones, no doubt discussing their strategy to destroy the Ravenclaws while Enzo scarfed down a plate of steak and eggs like his life depended on it. Pansy watched in disgust, wrinkling her nose at your friend.

“For Salazar’s sake, Lorenzo. You’re going to choke to death and I refuse to resuscitate you.”

“Don’t worry, Enzo,” you said as you slid in next to him. “I’m sure we can find a volunteer to perform mouth to mouth on you.”

As if on cue, a gaggle of fourth years giggled at the end of the table. Enzo didn’t seem to notice. Beside him, Blaise met your eye and shook his head. The two of you often joked that Draco took all the arrogance in their family’s gene pool, leaving poor Enzo hopelessly oblivious. The fact that sweet Lorenzo was related to someone as arrogant as Malfoy never failed to completely baffle the mind.

“Well don’t you look adorable, Y/N?” Draco drawled. “All decked out in your boyfriend’s jersey.”

You looked down at the emerald and silver jersey with the number 6 embroidered on the front, which was so big on you that the hem hit your knees. Matching streaks of your house colors adorned your cheeks and you had pulled your hair back with a pair of charmed serpent clips that writhed through your pigtails every so often.

“And up before mid afternoon, no less,” Mattheo commented.

You frowned, flicking him off before reaching for a sandwich. “Speaking of my boyfriend. Where is the little rascal?”

“Last I checked he was still on the pitch,” Draco said as you stuffed a few chips into your mouth. “Practicing to show off in front of you, I imagine.”

“I’ve seen him play before.”

Mattheo stole a chip from your plate. “Yes, but not as his girlfriend.”

You smacked his hand away and he gasped dramatically. Mattheo fetched something out of his robes and set it down in front of you. The small glass vial shimmered in the light.

“Your boyfriend wanted me to give you this.”

A motion sickness draught. Theo knew how queasy and nauseous you got during his quidditch games, so he’d concocted your own special cure for it. Hot and smart. Gods, you were lucky.

You flushed, pocketing the potion. “Thanks.”

“You idiots better win,” Pansy said. “Or else all my hard work for tonight’s after party will go to waste.”

Draco scoffed. “You mean our hard work?” He turned over to you, frowning. “Pans over here had us working harder than a house elf. I’ve got glitter in places glitter should never be.”

“Fitting for someone who thinks the sun shines out of his arse. Maybe it’ll finally teach you some humility, Malfoy.”

Mattheo draped an arm around your shoulder. “You know why our sweet little Pansy’s got her wand in a twist though, right?” He leaned in conspiratorially. “She finally plucked up the courage to invite a certain Ravenclaw to the after party.”

You squealed in delight. “Is that true, Pans? Did you finally ask Luna out?”

Pansy glared at you, practically hissing as she grabbed your elbow. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you? I don’t think they heard you across the room.”

You snorted. Your best friend has always been a little tightly wound, but Pansy Parkinson with a crush was a whole different animagus.

“Well, I, for one, am excited for this development in your love life,” you exclaimed, squeezing her shoulder. “It’s about time you did something about this little crush.”

“Says the witch who took twelve years to admit her feelings,” Pansy said with an affectionate eye roll. “Sorry love, but I’m not taking advice from you.”

“I’m choosing to attribute that to first date jitters and not a blatant insult against your best and most loyal friend.” You picked at your sandwich, waving a pickle in the air excitedly. “Don’t be nervous, Pans. She’s going to love you.”

The encouragement was met with an elbow to your ribs. You paused mid-chew, ready to give Pansy a peace of your mind when a soft voice interrupted you.

“Hi, guys,” greeted Luna Lovegood. She wore a striped blue and bronze sweater, representing the colors of her house. Strapped to her back was a set of feathered eagle wings that nearly dragged to the floor. “I love your snake clips, Y/N. It’s always great to see displays of house spirit. Beware of the nargles, though. They do love shiny things.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for them, Luna.” You said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to your commentary tonight. It’s going to be a heated match between our houses, but one thing’s for certain. The after party will be absolutely mental no matter who wins. Isn’t that right, Pans?”

Pansy nodded, the action making her sleek bob graze her sharp cheekbones. You always thought that your friend possessed an austere sort of beauty, but everything about her seemed to soften as she turned her attention on Luna.

“We can still count on you to make it tonight, right Lovegood?” There was a hint of playfulness in Pansy’s tone that you rarely heard her use. You couldn’t help but smirk. Pansy Parkinson fancied the absolute pants out of Luna Lovegood.

Luna smiled shyly, hiding beneath a strand of platinum blonde hair. “Thank you for the invitation, Pansy. I look forward to seeing everyone tonight.”

“See you tonight, Luna.”

Luna gave your table a friendly wave before returning to her own fellow Ravenclaws. You waited until she was out of ear shot before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“See you tonight Luna,” you repeated, putting on your best impression of Pansy’s husky voice. “Pansy Parkinson’s totally going to snog Luna Lovegood tonight!”

“Oh, shut up,” replied Pansy. She tried her best to look annoyed, but the small smile on her face made it rather unconvincing.

After teasing your friend for at least another hour, the two of you finally headed down to the quidditch pitch. The boys left long ago, presumably to warm up before the big game. You followed Pansy into the stands, cringing slightly at how high up the seats were.

Across the pitch, the feedback from Luna’s sonoroused voice rumbled through the crowd. “Welcome fellow students. Join me in kicking off this long awaited match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, the house of yours truly. As always, the goal is to provide live updates and unbiased commentary throughout the game, but I make no promises. Even a Corkendoodle wouldn’t be able to resist showing a little partiality. Now without further ado, let the games begin!”

The crowd roared as players from each side soared through the air at breakneck speed. You gripped the railing, thankful for Theo’s concoction as you squinted at the blur of players. As always, Madam Hooch kicked off the game by releasing a set of bludgers and the elusive golden snitch. With bated breath, you watched as she threw the quaffle into the air which marked the official start of the match.

A familiar figure zoomed past you, emerald robes streaming behind him as he caught the quaffle and cradled it under his arm. Theo circled through the air, easily outmaneuvering the chasers from the opposing team. He flew straight for a blonde Ravenclaw, making the poor fifth year think that they were going to collide before he swerved at the last second and looped around the frightened player.

“And that’s Nott of Slytherin with an excellent fake out,” Luna announced in her dreamy voice. “Oddly enough, this chaser is heading in the opposite direction of the goalposts. Another clever tactic, I presume.”

Theo brought his broom to a stop directly in front of you, hovering in mid-air while he cradled the quaffle underneath one arm. He immediately broke out into a grin when he saw you wearing his jersey.

“In a turn of events, Nott visits the Slytherin stands for a little chat with his friends,” commented Luna. “Actually, that’s his lovely girlfriend Y/N. I did warn her about attracting the Nargles, but nevertheless those serpent clips are a work of art. Oh look, there’s Pansy Parkinson! I know she looks a bit intimidating at first, but she’s really quite nice.”

Beside you, Pansy turned as red as a tomato. You stifled a giggle just as Theo pulled close, his watercolor eyes crinkling with amusement.

“My jersey looks good on you, Y/N.” Theo drawled, taking the time to flirt despite the fact that he was currently in the middle of a game. He leaned in and whispered low so only you could hear, “But I bet it would look even better on my floor.”

“Win this match and you might get your wish, babe.”

A smirk curved against his lips. “You evil little temptress. I hope you know that I’m holding you to that,” he inched closer, his gaze dropping to your mouth. “Do I at least get a kiss from my good luck charm?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now? Like, I don't know, playing the bloody quidditch game!”

He shrugged, winking at you in that cheeky way of his. “I’m perfectly capable of multitasking.”

Just then, a bludger whizzed past the stands, but Theo was entirely unbothered as he flipped over on his broom to avoid the hit. Your boyfriend hung upside down, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. “Now about that kiss, dolcezza.”

“That’s quite a creative way to avoid a bludger,” Luna continued. “I once hung upside down in a tree in search of moon frogs and it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but not the most uncomfortable either. Oh! It looks like things are heating up for this lovely couple.”

“You’re an absolute menace, Theodore,” you said with an exasperated sigh before pulling him by the collar and kissing him. The logistics were complicated by the fact that he was currently airborne, but Theo smiled against your lips all the same.

“A good luck kiss,” Luna said with delight. “Those two are absolutely adorable, aren’t they? Ah, young love.”

Satisfied, Theo flipped right side up and palmed the quaffle in his hand. “You hear that, babe? We’re absolutely adorable.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Yeah, yeah. Now go out there and kick some Ravenclaw arse!”

Thanks to Teddy’s potion, you actually managed to keep your eyes open for the entirety of the game. It was a heated match with both teams playing with equal ferocity, but the boys had the upper hand. They moved as one, predicting each other’s moves from years and years of practice. Even the newest additions, Violet and Tracey, seemed to fit seamlessly into the group.

By the time you reached the tail end of the game, your throat felt raw from cheering and screaming. Pansy was in a worse state, hurling insults when one of the Ravenclaw beaters attempted to grab the tail end of Blaise’s broom.

“That was obviously a bloody fucking foul!” Pansy screamed.

“Some colorful words from the Slytherin stands,” Luna said with a little smile, making Pansy blush. “Madam Hooch seems to agree. Robinson has been fouled for blagging Zabini.”

You gripped the end of the railing as Theo zoomed past. The score was tied, but if he made this goal it would put Slytherin up by ten points, effectively winning not only the game but also the Quidditch Cup.

“You got this, babe,” you yelled. “No mercy, Teddy!”

Theo met your gaze and smirked. Vicious woman, he mouthed before careening straight for the goalpost.

The Ravenclaw keeper looked panicked as Theo dodged the other players and reeled the quaffle back. The shot was perfect, whizzing past the post so fast that the keeper didn’t even have time to react.

“Nott with the winning shot!” Luna announced cheerily. “That’s game, everyone. Congratulations to this year’s Quidditch Cup winner: Slytherin House!”

The cheers that erupted from your housemates followed you all the way to the common room. In true Pansy fashion, the large space had been meticulously decorated with banners and streamers. The music blared and the liquor flowed, marking the start of a night of mischief and revelry.

While waiting for the boys to finish showering, you helped Pansy play hostess. You greeted friends from other houses, filling their cups with your signature concoction. A fruity drink that masked the taste of liquor so well that the drinker didn’t realize they were pissed until it was too late.

“Congratulations on the win,” said a familiar voice. You turned around and saw Murdock raising his green cup in a toast.

You smiled, clinking your plastic cup against his. “Thanks Christoph. Good to see you here,” you lowered your voice, darting your head around the corner. “So things are going well with Daphne?”

Christoph smiled shyly. “Yeah, thanks for introducing us by the way. We’re going on our first date to the Three Broomsticks tomorrow.”

After his last disastrous attendance at a Slytherin party, you figured it was the least you could do for your Hufflepuff friend. “Don’t mention it, Christoph. What are friends for? Besides, it’s obvious that you two would be absolutely perfect together.”

“Who’s absolutely perfect together?” A familiar voice drawled. You felt an arm wrap protectively around you. “Besides us, of course.”

Even before you were dating, Theo had a tendency to be overprotective towards you. Most of the time he was pretty good at controlling it, but sometimes his jealousy got the best of him. It would’ve annoyed you if it wasn’t so damn attractive.

“Hey babe,” you said with a little smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I was just telling Christoph here that he should offer Daphne a drink. They’d make a cute couple, don’t you think?”

Realization flooded Theo’s features, followed by a hint of embarrassment. “Definitely,” he said with a rueful smile. “Take it from me, mate. Don’t wait too long before chasing after the girl of your dreams.”

Christoph nodded, looking determined. “Thanks, mate.”

You handed your friend another cup and pointed him in Daphne’s direction. Beside you, Theo smiled sheepishly. His hair was slightly wet from the shower and he smelled like sea salt spray and smoke. The cozy knitted sweater he had thrown on brought out his watercolor eyes.

“Nice save, babe.”

“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic,” Theo said, placing his hands on your waist. “You bring it out of me, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “You know, I’d be mad if jealous Theo wasn’t so hot.” Theo grinned as you placed your arms around his neck. “But scoring that winning goal? That was downright sexy.”

Your boyfriend toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Oh yeah? Well, I had some motivation, thanks to our little bargain.” His hands slipped underneath your shirt, tracing teasing circles on your hips. “I delivered on my end. Now it’s time for you to pay up, love.”

“Good things come to those who wait, Theo.”

Theo pouted. “Fine, but only because I know you’re worth it.”

You pulled Theo in by the belt loop and kissed him, long and hard. He lifted you up and groaned as you tugged at his curls. Theo sighed into your mouth as you took control, showing him exactly how much you wanted him. You topped the kiss off by gently biting on his bottom lip. When you pulled away, Theo looked dazed.

“Fuck,” he said in a low, dark voice.

“A little preview,” you said with a smirk. “Just so you don’t think I’m completely heartless.”

“So my dorm or yours?”

You chuckled. “Theo, you haven’t even made your rounds. This party is to celebrate your win, you know.”

“Fuck the party,” he said dismissively. “You think I care about talking to all of these people after that? What do you want, love? Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for you? I’ll do anything, princess.”

Salazar fucking save you.

You would’ve taken Theo up on the offer, but this was his moment. He deserved to be celebrated. Besides, he’d be all yours by the end of the night.

“As much as I love the visual,” you said, pecking him on the cheek. “I want you to celebrate with the team. You lot deserve it after working so hard all year.” You lowered your voice, whispering in his ear. “After that, we can go up to your dorm and I’ll give you your reward. Think you can do that, babe?”

“Yes ma’am,” Theo replied. “God you’re fucking sexy when you’re bossing me around.”

You smirked. “Good boy.”

Theo groaned before slipping his hand into yours. “Now come on, before I change my mind and claim my reward right here, right now.”

The two of you made rounds through the party, stopping here and there to talk to your respective friends. Most of the time, you were by Theo’s side watching in admiration as everyone congratulated him on the winning goal.

Even in deep conversation, Theo never stopped touching you. Whether it was the soothing rub of his thumb across your knuckles or his arm draped protectively around your waist, it was obvious that physical touch was your boyfriend’s love language.

You couldn’t help but smile at how easy it came to him, like touching you was as natural as breathing air.

“What’s that smile for, love?”

“I just really fucking fancy you.”

Merlin’s bloody beard. The smile on Theo’s face completely took your breath away. His eyes, which you often joked gave him resting witch face, lit up brighter than the sun.

“I really fucking fancy you too, darling.”

Finally, the two of you reached your friends on the other side of the common room. Blaise and Enzo were engaged in a competitive game of beer pong against Mattheo and Draco.

“The man of the hour,” Malfoy announced, clapping Theo on the back. “You fucking killed it out there, mate.” He turned back to the other boys. “We all did.”

“This calls for a celebratory shot!” you announced. “Wait, where’s Pans?”

Mattheo smirked. “Chatting up our commentator. Looks like our little Pansy’s all grown up.”

Across the room, you shot Pansy a wink as she and Luna sat rather close together, huddled on the couch and giggling every so often. You rallied the boys, raising your cups in a cheer. Pansy affectionately flipped you the bird as all six of you hooted and hollered, but she downed the liquor nonetheless.

The firewhisky must have been a fast acting agent of liquid courage because not even a second after she set her cup down, Pansy was kissing Luna. You squealed in delight while the rest of the group drunkenly cheered.

This night just kept getting better and better.

“Another one of our finest lost to young love,” Draco announced dramatically.

You rolled your eyes. “You could be too if you stopped being a coward and finally asked Hermione out.”

Malfoy nearly spat out his drink. “Granger? You think I fancy Granger? Little miss know it all, member of the Golden Trio, poster child Gryffindor Granger? Are you taking the piss, Y/N?”

“Oh please,” Mattheo said with a scoff. “We all see the way you look at her in the Great Hall. You don’t just fancy Granger. You’re absolutely smitten, mate.”

Enzo nodded empathetically. “Mattheo’s right, cousin. You should just ask Hermione out on a date.”

“Have you lot forgotten that the madwoman once punched me in the face?”

“I think she’d be good for you,” you said. “Set you straight.”

“Set me straight?” Draco repeated. “I don’t need anyone to set me straight. Especially not Granger. I mean, the witch is insufferable with her stupid curly hair and stupid big brown eyes and stupid flawless skin.”

Blaise sighed. “No offense, mate, but you’re even thicker than Enzo when it comes to girls.”

Enzo protested in response, but Draco was too busy having a meltdown to notice. His pale complexion blossomed with red as his mouth gaped open. “Do I like Granger?”

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, you blubbering idiot.”

Draco glared at you, then at Theo. “Nott, please get your girlfriend away from me before I have a full on fit.”

Theo only laughed, pulling you closer. “Gladly. We were heading out anyway.”

You hugged your friends goodbye. Draco was still frowning at his drink when you and Theo finally headed out of the common room.

“Think about it, ferret boy,” you hollered from the door. “Granger’s a catch! We could use more female presence in this absolute sausage party of a friend group.”

With that, Theo hauled you over his shoulder. You squealed, pinching his bum as he carried you out of the common room. “Alright, love. That’s enough of that.”

When you finally reached Theo’s dorm, the two of you fell over in absolute hysterics. You plopped down on his bed, spreading like an obnoxious starfish. Theo followed after, diving on top of you.

“I think you gave Malfoy an identity crisis,” he said, laughing into your hair.

You shrugged, rolling over so that you were on top of him. “He deserved it.”

Theo toyed with the hem of your shirt, tracing circles on your hips. “And what about what I deserve?”

“It’s coming, babe,” you said with a sly smile. “And pretty soon you will be too.”

“Don’t tease, cara mia.”

“I never tease,” you purred. “I only promise.”

With a satisfied smirk, you pressed your lips against his. Theo groaned into your mouth as you straddled his lap, deepening the kiss. Large hands roamed underneath your shirt, his palms rough and calloused from hours and hours of playing quidditch.

A sinfully delicious moan slipped past Theo’s lips as you trailed kisses along his jaw, throat, and neck. You sucked on his flesh, hard enough to leave marks. You liked knowing that every time he changed, little reminders of you littered his skin.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Theo muttered.

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Theo,” you teased. “I bet I could shut you up though.”

Your boyfriend groaned like he was in pain. “Please do.”

You winked before disappearing underneath the covers. Theo’s eyes fluttered close as you continued kissing down his chest, taking the time to trace your name on his abs with your tongue, which seemed to be a real crowd pleaser. You stripped off his trousers, kissing his perfectly defined v line before licking a teasing stripe along the underside of his cock.

“Figlio di puttana,” Theo cursed, low and rough. Your knees nearly buckled. There was truly nothing hotter than your boyfriend swearing in Italian. “Don’t stop, Y/N.”

“What was that you said about delivering on my promise?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. “Because it feels like I’m giving you the winner treatment right now, doesn’t it baby?”

A choked moan was your only response as you took him into your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm. Theo fisted your hair in his hands, watching through heavy lids as you sucked your cheeks in.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, stroking your cheek. “But I’m willing to die a happy man.”

You chuckled, sending vibrations to his sensitive head. Theo twitched against your cheek as you gripped his shaft, moving along with your mouth. He continued to curse colorfully while you wrapped your lips around him. You felt him tense underneath you, signaling that he was close.

Theo tugged lightly at your scalp. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said huskily. “Not until I’m inside of you.”

Merlin bless your boyfriend and his filthy fucking mouth. Theo flipped you over, his body pinning you to the mattress as he kissed you roughly. You gasped against his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in. Heat pooled in your core and flooded your body with desire.

“Theo,” you mumbled, tugging at his shirt. “I need you. Now.”

He ripped off his shirt, grinning. “Then have me, darling.”

“I want to be on top.”

You squealed as Theo rolled over, placing you on his lap. He gripped your hips and gently rolled against you. “I’m not about to argue with that.”

With a smirk, you toyed with the hem of your shirt. Theo grabbed your wrist and shook his head. “Keep it on. I want to watch you ride me while wearing my jersey.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your filthy mouth?”

Theo grinned before latching his lips on your breast. He looked up at you and swirled his tongue around your nipple through the fabric. “It’s not ringing a bell. Shall I try the other side?”

“Gods, yes.”

He gave your other nipple equal attention as you lined his cock up at your entrance. Precum coated his tip, mixing with your own slick as you slowly lowered onto his length. Theo’s teeth sank into your collarbone, muffling his moan.

“Fuck me,” he exhaled in a shaky breath.

“I am, baby.”

Theo chuckled darkly. “Smartass.”

You rolled your hips as he gripped your ass, helping you lift and lower at a faster pace. Theo’s mouth collided with yours, his hands roaming underneath your shirt and exploring every inch of you like he was trying to commit your body to memory.

The intensity of his gaze pierced you with lust and desire. He lifted the hem of his jersey, watching as his cock disappeared between your folds.

“I love watching you take all of me, pretty girl.” Theo was ravenous, littering your neck and shoulder with love bites. “You ride me so fucking well. Maybe it should be you out there on the broom.”

“The only broom I’m interested in is yours,” you quipped back. “Besides, you don’t want everyone else knowing my tricks, do you?”

“Fuck no,” Theo whispered roughly as he switched positions. He pressed you against the mattress, hooking your legs on his shoulder before smirking. “This is for my eyes only. You’re mine, amorina.”

“Yours,” you breathed as he thrust into you. The angle allowed him to slide in even deeper, hitting all the right spots as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“That’s my good girl,” Theo declared proudly. “Now fucking take it.”

The pleasure hits you in waves. The sounds that you were both making were absolutely filthy, and you were glad that music was playing in the common room below otherwise the whole of Slytherin house would’ve heard you screaming Theo’s name.

“You getting close, baby?” Theo grunted as you fluttered around him. You whimpered in response, raking your nails along his back. “I’ll take that as a yes. I want you to cum with me. Can you do that, pretty girl?”

You nodded as Theo’s slender fingers rubbed against your clit, pushing you over the edge. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, cursing as the orgasm hit you both.

Theo kissed you, swallowing your moans of pleasure as euphoria washed over you. He rode it out, hips stuttering as he finished. The two of you laid in the dark, bodies twined together while your heartbeats synced.

“Holy fuck,” you said in disbelief.

Theo chuckled. “That did feel a bit sacrilegious.”

He rolled over and grabbed his wand, casting a quick scouring charm over the both of you. Thank Merlin for magic.

You rolled over, propping your chin up with one hand. “You want to smoke a cigarette, don’t you?”

Your boyfriend shook his head. “Actually, I was thinking about quitting.”

Now this was news to you. “Oh? Has all my nagging finally paid off?”

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “I’m just thinking ahead. I don’t want our kids picking up the habit.”

Your eyes widened. “Kids? As in, plural?”

Theo nodded emphatically. “Oh yeah, little Theo Jr. and his brother Mattheo don’t need to be exposed to my smoking.”

You cocked your head in confusion. “Theo Jr.? Mattheo?”

“Don’t ask. I lost a bet.”

“You better be taking the piss, Teddy.”

He chuckled. “Mostly. I am quitting smoking and I am looking forward to a future with you, our hypothetical children’s names to be further discussed.”

“You absolute menace of a man,” you said, cuddling him with a wide grin. “I fucking adore you, do you know that?”

“I am stupidly in love with you.”

You giggled as Theo peppered kisses on your face. “Malfoy’s right. We’re truly revolting.”

“Oh, absolutely vile.”

Theo tucked you into the crook of his neck and kissed the top of your head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you mumbled sleepily. “I love you, Teddy.”

He pulled you close and smiled. “I love you too, Y/N.”

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cuntrygirlcallista · 5 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

@cuntrygirlcallista

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ghostlyfleur · 7 months

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steve harrington with a soft girl.

*sighs*

she’s shy, smiles a lot, flusters easily. talks to animals, always has flowers on her somewhere — her pockets, holding them, behind her ears, intertwined in her hair, tucked in her shoelaces — ‘cause they make her feel safe. knows the meaning of almost all of them too! she’s so obviously into him, he knows that, and he’s pathetically in love with her as well, but she’s so anxious and nervous and shy, so romantically inexperienced, that he knows he has to go slow. it doesn’t help that she turns him into a stuttering mess. steve visits her at work (a flower shop, of course) to flirt, always rewarded with the cutest giggles and the prettiest smile. his girl is so funny too… and away with the fairies, quick witted, talks to herself, skips instead of walking, draws stars and heart all over her arms and on the sides of her shoes, stitches pretty pictures like little flowers and stars and hearts and witchy symbols on her clothes, always has glitter on her skin somewhere. people in town gossip about how she’s a witch and make up stories about how she helps eddie munson perform rituals, but she doesn’t care.

she’s different and unapologetically herself and so fucking kind, steve’s sure she’s the one.

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delacoursshp · 9 months

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"3…2..1.. DIVE!"

cedric diggory x fem mermaid reader

- use of y/n, reader is in slytherin AND IS A MERMAIDDD, reader is independent, cedric is your cheesy lover, triwizard cup (2nd task) drama, you almost being caught as a mermaid

warnings: nothing

i write quick stories, but dis one felt a tiny lil longer than usual so enjoy😋

the bell rang. you were so glad to be out of ms trelawneys lesson. she was such an oaf, with her ''ooohh i see potentional murder ahead!" or her 'aahh i see much death in your future!'. like, honestly!

not that trelawneys sayings would've been a surprise; half-blood mermaids were very rare and often seen as demons. and funny enough, you were one of them.

you made your way down the stairs to study in the library.you avoided pansy parkinson and her little group, as they always put themselves in drama and you were never up for that.

once arrived, you yanked about 5 books from a shelf and then seated yourself at a table next to a big window.

you began reading. first book, second book, third book-

ding!

19.00.

you closed the books quickly, put them back and then rushed so fast out of the library, making people turn their heads.you went upstairs, third floor, to the prefects bathroom, then muttered something that sounded like 'pine-fresh' and the painting swept forwards and you quickly stepped in.

there was nobody, as expected, except for the mermaid on the painting onto the wall. you waved politely and she waved back excitedly, looking as if she had missed you really much. you undressed, leaving yourself completely naked, then stepped into the pool.

after what felt like 10 minutes you felt your body heat up, your toes clench really hard, and your breathing quickened. the double eyelids formed onto your face.

what used to be your legs had now shaped into a long dark green, grey-ish shiny tail. your skin turned a little grey too, and your nails extended in length. your iris had become bloodred of colour, and your black pupils dilated until there was just a thin red line around the black dot. you sighed as all the changes finished, and relaxed.

about 50 seconds later, you heard the prefects bathroom opening open. it was him.

you looked up, hoping it was him and not someone else. the painting creaked and there you saw the tall, fit, brunette figure walk through.

"cedric." you whispered in happiness. he smiled at you before sprinting and hastily jumping into the pool.

you squeaked. "cedric!" he laughed, shaking the water off his hair and swam towards you. "well, hello beautiful." he smirked, eyeing your sea creature body. your breasts were practically naked, except for the shell symbols spread around your areola.

"ced. your clothes are wet." you said sarcastically, staring up into his eyes while his arm rests around your shoulder.

"doesn't matter, love. how've you been? mind helping me with the triwizard cup? i think it has something to do with, you know, your kind. i heard sirens when i opened that egg. anyways, i hope they wo-"

you admired him as he kept talking about the upcoming triwizard task. you were so lucky to have him, he never judged you on being a mermaid. of course, he's also the only one that knows about it.

your deadly- (but oddly attractive to cedric) -eyes were caught by cedric as he finished the topic. he stared at you, and if looks could kill, you'd definitely been dead. you leaned your body onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i don't know what i would do without you, cedric." you spoke softly. cedric chuckled.

"well, luckily that's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"promise?" you whispered, stroking his arm with your dainty hands.

"promise."

the mermaid in the painting clasped her hands onto her mouth, and her watery eyes blinked dramatically. she wiped them with a piece of seaweed.

cedrics hand that wasn't at your shoulder, trailed down your tail and felt at the texture.

he was mesmerized. he'd seen your mermaid self once before, from afar. now that he sees it up close, it's so much prettier.

you smiled softly, exhausted from reading so long before. you glanced at the mermaid, who winked back at you.

"i love you." cedric suddenly said, what made you turn your head immediately.

"i love you, cedric" you said back, not breaking eyecontact.

"good. fish babies!" he joked.

you giggled and sat yourself sideways onto his lap. your tail flicked up and down in excitement, making the water splash. cedric grinned at your actions. then you locked lips with him, drowning in his taste.

if only this moment would never end.

[CEDRICS POV)

it was the day of the second task. i was really nervous, but i prepared my bubble charm so everything should be fine.

bagman went on and on about this and that. to be fair, i wasn't listening. i was watching the lake before me, swinging my arms unpatiently.

"okay, enough chit-chatting! now, are we ready, best contestants?"

bloody right i was ready.

"3...2..1.. DIVE!"

an enormous splash erupted from the lake, onto the murmuring crowd. i swam and swam all the way down, trying to find what i was searching for. i didn't know exactly what. i just knew it would be guarded by mermen.

many minutes passed, and i saw 4 vague figures. i swam a little closer, and saw the four figures clearer. they were all tied up, cornered by merpeople.

one of them was a girl with rather bushy hair, next to her a boy with hair so red it looked like fire was burning in the lake, and next to him was a little girl, and right next to her was-

oh no. this couldn't be.

i frowned my eyebrows and my mouth dropped in fear. y/n.

the fact that it was y/n tied up, wasn't the worst thing. it was that her tail showed. a mermaid transformation took about 10 minutes, right? so whoever put her here must have done it quick! or else she would've been killed by them already.. if anyone up there sees she is a mermaid, things could get disgusting.

i examined her unconscious face, searching for any wounds. it was rather hard, curse the bubble charm for blurring my view.

i grabbed a knife i brought just in case from my pocket, and cut the ropes around her wrists. i carried her heavy figure up the water fast, as i felt like time was running out. our heads popped out, and y/ns eyes opened slowly. the first thing she saw was my face. then she looked around, very confused. she saw the water floating around her, and it looked like she was about to faint.

[YOUR POV]

what? what is going on? you felt fear, anger, and confusion rise up within you. please let this be a nightmare, you thought.

a soaked cedric with a bubble around his head was looking at you, worryingly. when you wanted to say something, but it came out as a whimper, he shushed you. "shh, it's okay, leave everything up to me right now, okay?" he whispered.

"and we have our first contestant up! cedric diggory!". the gryffindors, hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and a few beauxbatons cheered loudly. some looked confused at your slightly new appearance; your grey skin & red eyes weren't hidden. cedric tried to hide you from the crowd.

he grinned at them so nobody would find it off, and then swam to dumbledore with you, both of your bodies underwater, except for your heads.

"sir, she- she's.." cedric tried to make up an excuse to make sure your body stayed beneath the surface. you looked at him, terrified.

dumbledore smiled. "it's okay, boy. i'm not stupid, you know. show her to me."

cedric hesitated, but you nodded, after all, he was the headmaster. what choice did cedric or you have?

you shyly turned around, horrified to see his reaction, but dumbledore kept his same expression. "ah. and so i was right." he said, his eyes twinkling.

you frowned your eyebrows in surprise, looked at cedric, and saw that he was doing the same. "your bubble still functions well, i'm assuming? 2 hours they work, yes?"dumbledore said.

"uuh, yes, sir." cedric said. "turn around, dive, go north, then west, you'll find a cave, go through there and leave the rest up to me."

you and cedric looked at eachother in both relief and confusion, then cedric nodded.-you swam forward, cedric holding onto your hand. a smile crept up your face, as he struggled to keep up with you.

"keep up, tough boy." you mouthed, feeling a little less worried then before.he just chuckled nervously at you. the moment of it was almost romantic, if to ignore the context. you felt a sense of joy, being in your other home, together with someone you wanna spend your entire life with.

hopefully, the next task would be a lot less terrifying.

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idk idk idkk. i don't rlly like this ☹️ but!! i felt like i wrote the task scene okay, right? 😝 anyways, hope u enjoyed!

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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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pit-and-the-pen · 15 days

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Let me know if you want to be added to my general or character specific tag list!

George Weasley:

In my defense...

1- Black Hole Sun

2-One hundred sleepless nights (NSFW)

3-Circles

NSFW Headcannon

But what if...Jk...unless...

A small piece of Home

Dirty Little Secret

Kissing In Cars

Mix Up

Fred Weasley:

Good Night Moon

Drunk and Half Asleep

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Anger Management

Lighten up?

Draco Malfoy:

Sun

Protective Draco

Neville Longbottom:

You’re too Sweet

Luna Lovegood:

Venus

Achilles come Down

Regulus Black:

Look at The Stars, Look How They Shine for You

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holyhead-hufflepuff · 1 year

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oh, to be in love

LOVE INTEREST X READER

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson

notes: the way that I teared up reading love quotes to pick for this lol. anyway shoutout to anyone who can make you feel this way bc they deserve it

"I love you." The words rang in your ears and settled in the warmest, softest part of your body and soul. It was the feeling of riding rollercoasters and having your body anticipate the first drop but still be shocked by the thrill of it happening. It's only three words. The phrase had been spoken to you — around you— for 20 years, but hearing it with your body pressed against theirs meant something more. You'd read a million romances and watched thousands of hopeless pairings find their way to each other. You'd closed your eyes a hundred times and imagined a future with the 'perfect' someone. All of it was sweet and romantic, but this was better.

You'd fallen for others in the past, taken part in one-sided sob stories more times than you'd like to admit, and ached for love. You've run to catch falling stars and been willing to touch the sun's core for people other than them. That was infatuation, but this was love.

The feeling of being in love with them is unexplainable in words. It's closing your eyes when songs that remind you of them comes on, and then, you play a film of memories of them. It's watching a movie a hundred times before but getting excited for the big reveal because they've never gotten to experience it. It's the shivers you get when you step out of a warm house on a cold, dewy morning. Being in love with them is living the same way you have for 20 years, but now you cry at love songs because you relate to them. An anthology of experiences was the closest you could get; even then, something wasn't there.

Up close and in the warmth of home, the two of you are mundane and far from sappy rom-com couples and their grand gestures. It's being too lazy to make yourself food, so they make it for you. Your relationship is knowing they need time to themselves and giving them space, even though it makes you pout a little. It's 'have fun at work, honey' kisses, saving the last spoonful of ice cream, stealing glances at them when driving, and nagging them playfully. The best part is when you are against them, and when you look up to stare at them lovingly, they're already staring down at you.

Being in love with them was being in love with your best friend.

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slaymybreathaway · 6 months

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WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Two)

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Word Count: 3k

Contents: cursing, mentions of catcalling and misogyny, some sibling slagging, intense pining and FLUFFF

September 1994 ○ The Great Hall

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As the last 1st year student to be sorted made his way over to the Ravenclaw table, Dumbledore stood up out of his seat to the podium. "Now that everyone is settled... I have an announcement to make,"

Over on the gryffindoor table, y/n slept with her head resting on her crossed arms. After being up since 7am and not being able to sleep all last night, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Neville, who was sitting beside her, gently tried to shake her awake.

"Here, Longbottom that's no use. If death eaters bombed the school, she'd sleep through it," Seamus laughed from across the table, from where he was sitting between Dean and Ron. He took a couple of Fun Snaps out of his robe pocket and threw them down on the table, exploding beside his sister's ear.

Y/n woke up in shock, her heart racing at the loud noise that disrupted her sleep. As she took in her surroundings and noticed that half the table had turned their heads at the sound of the loud noise, her face turned a deep shade of red.

She gave her brother a hard kick to the shin under the table, which turned his raucous laughter into a shout of pain.

Y/n smirked at this as she turned to listen to the headmaster.

"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well," Dumbledore spoke to all of the students. "You see, this year Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament"

Excited chatter spread across the whole room as Dumbledore explained the event. Every triwizard champion in history became rich and famous afrer winning the tournament, and every student wondered if it would be them this time round.

"What'd you think the chances of me winning are?" Ron asked, to no one in particular. While the whole group resisted the urge to laugh, Y/n took it upon herself to answer him.

"About as the same probability of me getting picked as quiddich captain," she shrugged. It was no secret that her athletic skills were very limited. The only time you'd ever catch Y/n Finnegan running was if Voldemort himself was chasing her.

No one heard her joke, however, because as she spoke the doors of the great hall swung open to reveal about a hundred girls dressed in baby blue school uniforms. They moved, in a way that could only be compared to floating, down the middle of the great hall, gracefully greeting the crowd every few paces.

Every single one of the girls was breath-takingly beautiful, the kind of looks that would make you insecure. This observation clearly wasn't missed by all of the boys in the room, who were entranced by the scene infront of them. Sounds of over-the-top clapping and obnoxious whistling filled the air as the boys showed their appreciation to their schools' new guests. Even Neville had stood up to get a better look what was going on, the palms of his hands turning red from all of the clapping.

Y/n, Hermione and Ginny shared a look of uncomfortable disgust. It seemed all of the girls seated at the house tables were feeling the same thing, as they clapped quietly from where they sat, unable to meet the eyes of their male peers once they sat down.

After greeting Madam Maxine, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, Dumbledore returned to his place behind the gold podium at the front of the hall. "And now... our friends from the North. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karakoff,"

The doors of the great hall swung open once more to reveal a crowd of boys dressed in a brown uniforms, their hair tightly cropped to their scalp. They marched down the centre of the great hall, doing tricks with the wooden staffs they held in their hands.

Y/n elbowed Hermione in the side and shot her a smile as she recognised the face of the final Durmstrang student to walk in, Victor Krum. At the Quiddich World Cup, the girls realised that they both found him quite attractive.

"Look y/n, it's your fella," Seamus smirked over the shoulder at his sister, knowing what her opinions were about the Bulgarian seeker. The only reply that he recieved was his sister's two fingers in the air, telling him to fuck off.

Neville turned to face her, eyebrows raised. "Your fella?" He shot her a joking smile.

"Don't mind him, I don't know what he's on about," Y/n replied, before shooting Seamus a dirty look. She really didn't want the whole of Hogwarts to know about her celebrity crush.

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Y/n lay in bed, staring at the leather-strapped watch that adorned her wrist. All of the other girls in her dorm had fallen asleep hours before and now it was just her that remained awake. She watched the thin, second hand tick slowly forth until it met both of the other hands at 12. Midnight.

Slowly, the girl pulled back her duvet and sat up, trying her best not to wake Lynott who was curled up asleep on the end of her bed. She laced up her black Doc Martens over her fluffy socks, and pulled a dark green hoodie, embroidered with the crest of her local quiddich team, Kenmare Krestals.

Y/n crept out of her dorm room, making sure not step on the creaky floorboards that she had memorised the location of sometime between then and first year. Just as she was about to head down the stairs the common room, she stopped herself and turned around, walking down the corridor to the section with the 3rd year girls' dorms.

She opened one of the doors just enough for her to enter, the light from her wand illuminating the floor as she quietly snuck over to the bed that her best friend peacefully slept in.

Ginny's red hair was splayed across the pillow, limbs tangled in the red and gold duvet. Her mouth hung slightly open, releasing light snores that circled the, otherwise silent, room.

Y/n smiled to herself, she knew that Ginny would be the one to fall asleep. She shook the girl lightly to try and wake her "Gin?" "Ginny wake up, it's midnight,"

The red-headed girl stirred and slowly opened her eyes, jumping in fright when she saw y/n standing over her in the darkness, looking a bit like the grim reaper. "What're you doing here?"

"You fall asleep every year," she chuckled lowly before throwing Ginny the knitted jumper that was laying ontop of her trunk. "It's midnight, c'mon,"

At those words Ginny quickly got out of bed in a rush. "Shit already? I swear it was just lights out?" she whispered.

Ginny quickly pulled on a pair of socks and runners, not bothering to tie the laces as she tucked them down the sides. She then tugged the jumper over her head and rolled up the sleeves to make it fit. It was one of George's old Christmas jumpers, but she got away with wearing it since they had the same first inital.

"Let's go, they're probably waiting for us," y/n spoke. They followed the light from their wands as they made their way out of the dormitories, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake McGonagall, who's quarters were located at the end of the hallway.

As the girls reached the common room they spotted Neville, sitting on one of the couches as he waited for them. He lay back comfortably, his eyes closed as he listened to the music playing from the earphones connected to his walkman.

Y/n smiled, a plan hatching in her head. She knew that Neville wouldn't be able to hear them if they were quiet. She turned to Ginny and put a finger to her lips, letting her know what she was about to do.

She then snuck up behind the sofa where the boy was sitting and hopped over the back, landing beside him. "Boo" she laughed, watching his scared expression slowly turn to a relieved smile.

Neville saw someone appear to the right of him and his heart dropped, thinking someone had caught him out of bed past lights-out. When he saw it was just y/n, he couldn't help but grin at her playfullness and his heart skipped a beat once more. "Hi, I was waiting on you," he replied shyly.

Y/n flung her legs over his lap, and crossed her arms behind her head. "Yeah I know, but I had to wake up this lazy bitch," she nodded towards Ginny with a playful smile.

"Shut up, I'm awake now aren't I?" She responded, from where she was leaning against the back of the sofa, with an over-exaggerated eye roll.

Neville filled with intense embarrasment once he realised that Ginny had been there all along. He was greatly thankful for the dim firelight that disugiused how deeply he blushed when y/n sat next to him. If he wanted this crush to remain a secret, he would have to get better at hiding it.

"We should go. Luna's probably up at the tower already," Ginny pointed out. Y/n agreed and sat up, taking her legs off of Neville's lap.

The trio left the Gryffindor common room and manoeuvred their way to the other side of the castle, checking around every corner to make sure there was np sight of Filch and Mrs. Norris. Eventually, they found themselves climbing the spiral staircase which led to the astronomy tower.

Ginny was right, Luna was already at the top when they got there, looking up at the night sky. Four mugs of tea rested on the safety railing beside her, steam visible in the cold Autumn air. Without turning around, she greeted them all "Hi guys,"

The past few years, the four of them created the tradition of coming up to the astronomy tower at midnight whenever they came back from a school break. It started when Luna had read that there was going to be a meteor shower that night, so the other three went up to watch it with her. Last year, the house elves had realised what they were doing and started to leave tea up there for them.

They all stood beside their blonde haired friend and followed her gaze up to look at the bright cresent moon, surrounding by thousands of stars dotted across the sky. It always seemed that the stars shined brighter while they were at Hogwarts, which probably had something to do with all the magic around the school's grounds.

The group drank their tea and stared up into the sky in a comfortable silence. None of them ever seemed to feel the need to fill quiet moments with small talk, they were more than happy to just enjoy each others presence.

Luna was the first to speak. "We aren't the only one's doing this, you know"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Neville asked, turning to face the blonde-haired girl. The space between his eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Doing this, looking at the stars." She replied, a smile making it's way onto her face. "I bet that there are other people doing exactly the same thing as we are,"

Y/n considered it for a moment, she had never taken the time to think about how every person saw the same sky at night, counted the same stars. It was comforting to her, in a weird extistential way.

"Yeah, but we are way cooler than those other people," Ginny joked. The others let out silent laughs, which were visible in the frosty air.

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The group were sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower, their legs dangling off the side. The only thing stopping them from falling off was a metal bar. A cold breeze blew past them, making Ginny shiver and pull her arms around her chest. "Guys, I think I might head back to bed. It's freezing out here,"

Luna nodded in agreement. "I'll come with you, Ginny. I need to return these to the kitchen and thank the house elves," she collected the empty tea mugs into her arms. "Are you two coming aswell?"

Y/n shook her head and put up her hood, to shield her neck from the chilling air of the Scottish highlands. "I think I might stay for a while. I'm not quite ready for bed yet,"

Immediately after she finished her scentance, Neville started to speak. "Y-yeah, me too. I think I'll stay here with y/n" he crossed his arms and nodded, as if it was the best idea in the world.

"Okay" Luna smiled. She hugged both of her friends and walked over to the stairs, her footsteps not even making a sound on the stone floor.

Ginny lingered for a minute longer. She shot Neville a look, in silent question of his odd behaviour, before saying goodbye and disappearing down the spiral staircase with Luna.

Once they had watched their friends fully leave, the pair turned back to look at the view infront of them. From the height that they sat at, they could see everything: the forbidden forest, the black lake, the mountains and even the lights of Hogsmede village in the distance.

"Thanks," y/n spoke. The word cut through the silence, so crisp that they could almost see it written out in the air infront of them.

"For what?" Neville asked. As far as he remembered, he didn't do anything to deserve a thanking.

"For staying out here with me" she shrugged, turning to look at boy best friend. His overgrown hair moved with the breeze, but it didn't do anything to hide the smile that grew on his face.

Neville turned to face the girl he had been infatuated with for the last month. Before he returned to school he had hoped his feelings were just on account of Summer lonliness, but they haven't gone away, quite the opposite acctually...

"Anytime"

And he didn't mind it one bit.

The pair of them stared at eachother, studying the changes that had occured in the face of the other over the summer. Y/n noticed that Neville had lost a lot of that child-like roundness to his face, his features slowly sculpting into structure. Neville noticed that y/n had gained a couple of new freckles along her forehead and nose, representing her days spent on the beaches back home in Kerry.

As if they were in sync, both of them looked up at the same time making unexpected eye contact. They were unable to look away, like a deer in headlights knowing it will be killed by a massive lorry if it doesn't move off of the motorway.

Y/n broke first, clearing her throat as she looked down. She could feel her face heating up and hoped she could excuse it on the cold. As her eyes scanned back up, the headphones resting around Neville's neck caught her attention.

"Um- whatchu listening to?" She asked, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

"Here," Neville took the headphones from around his neck, placing them over y/n's ears before pressing play on the walkman clipped to the waistband of his blue striped pyjama bottoms. He watched as her face grew into a massive grin when she recognised the song playing.

"Is this this the mixtape I made you?!" She asked, hearing the last verse of The Waterboys' 'The Whole Of The Moon' through the little orange foam ear pieces.

Neville nodded, "I've been listening to it ever since you gave it to me... it's the only tape I have," he shrugged sheepishly, still flustered from the previous encounter.

Y/n thought for a moment before standing up, dragging Neville onto his feet also. She rewinded the tape back to the start of the song and unplugged the headphones, letting the song's opening drums and keyboard riff flood the top of the Astronomy Tower.

Noticing the look of confusion on the boy infront of her's face, Y/n took both of his hands in hers and started moving them forwards and backwards as she she swayed her hips to the rhythm. She couldn't help but sing as the lyrics began:

I pictured a rainbow

You held it in your hands

I had flashes

But you saw the plans

Neville smiled, she geniunely had such a pretty voice. Once he got into the song he began to sway to the beat.

I wandered out of the world for years

But you just stayed in your room

Neville twirled y/n around and heard and her joyus laughter filled his head. As the next line of the song came in, he joined in with her,

I saw the cresent

You saw the whole of the moon

He had to admit, he wasn't much of a singer but it was hard not to sing along in that moment... which was cut short by a loud shout coming from the outside of the tower.

"WHO'S UP THERE! WHICH ONE OF YOU LITTLE BUGGERS IS OUT OF BED!" The scraggly voice that could only belong to Filch shouted up the tower.

"Fuck!"

NEXT CHAPTER

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