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semicolonsspace · 2 years

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Characters from Harry Potter; Their love language.

Warnings: whimpering, handsy Fred (let's be honest he needs a warning) (Please be at least 16+ to continue.)

Harry Potter:

Acts of service & Quality time

Acts of service:

He would just love when you make sure he takes care of himself. He feels as if you are taking care of him, and loves it. He would always look at you lovingly when you give him his daily snack.

Quality time:

He would just be okay with you laying your head on his lap while he talks to Ron about Quidditch. Occasionally asking questions, while they answer. He would look down at you, making sure your hair is out of your face.

Ron Weasley:

Physical Touch & gift giving!

Physical touch:

Once he asked you out, he always tried to touch in some way. Thighs touching, him bringing you to lean into him, Pinky holding, anything. He would also get really jealous if anyone outside of his trusted friend group touches you. Him grabbing you while you are talking to the person that is touching you.

Gift giving:

As he always receives hand me downs, this man always will enjoy a random gift from you. Even if it is just a rock that you found that you were reminded of him.

Hermione Granger:

Acts of service & Quality time.

Acts of service:

I feel like she would just love when someone does something for her with out asking. Even if it is as little as making sure she gathers all her stuff for her next class. Maybe bringing her snacks on her long nights of studying.

Quality Time:

She would Love for when people just sit there in silence, her reading a book, you doing the same; you playing with her. She would be so weak for this!

Luna Lovegood:

Quality time!

She would love when you wander around the castle with her. Going outside and seeing all the creature. She would hold her hand every inch of the way, seeing she just wants you to be close to her.

Neville Longbottom:

Words of affirmation!

Neville is obviously a nervous bean, even after he gained his confidence. This man still gets shy when his person calls him cutes names and such. Reassuring him constantly, would also come along with it, he would just love and appreciate it.

Draco Malfoy:

Act of service & Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation

Acts of Service:

He will always enjoy people taking care of him. Remember when he drug out his arm being hurt? (I would too to be honest) He loves when people do things for him. Lunch making, cutting the correct sizes of ingredients, straightening his tie. He loves it all.

Physical Touch:

He will always find a way to touch you. Even if it completely humiliates you. Little to as tripping you, and him catching you, while you two were walking. Then he just has his arms around you, looking smug as usual that he got his way.

Words of Affirmation:

Most people don't think this but I do. I think his father doesn't really care about his feeling as parents should. So he always need those words to boost him. The way he acts around people is just a front he put up because his father's reputation.

Fred Weasley:

Physical touch & Words of Affirmation!

Physical touch:

We all know he is always touching you, bit it's to the extreme. He's always touching your hips, your thighs or your ass. He does not give a damn if anyone is witnessing either. He would just look at them while doing so, as if saying back off.

Words of Affirmation: now this man is VERY territorial. Be will make everyone KNOW that you are his. He will always be whispering in his ear that you are his just to hear you confirm it in a whimper.

George Weasley:

Words of Affirmation & Quality Time!

Words of Affirmation:

You whispering in his ear that you are his, while he's working on his and his twin's new inventions. He would just smirk back at you, while you cling on to him. You are on his back, like a koala watching what he is doing. Whispering "maybe you should do this" "oh yes, that would be great" and stuff like that.

Quality Time:

As he is always doing things with his twin, he would always enjoy you getting along with his twin. He also would enjoy you coming with ideas for pranks. He taught the ways, and sometimes he thinks you can't get any better, but everyday you prove him wrong.

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avalynlestrange · 9 months

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Luna Lovegood

Masterlist

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾

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

Send me an owl post if you have a fic request.

Tone: ♡ Fluff �� Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾

✿ Coming Soon

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾

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

#avalynlestrangelists #luna lovegood #luna lovegood x reader #luna lovegood x you #luna lovegood x y/n #luna lovegood fluff #luna lovegood angst #ravenclaw #luna lovegood x neville longbottom #luna lovegood x theodore nott #theodore nott x luna lovegood #neville longbottom x luna lovegood #luna lovegood fic #luna lovegood imagine #luna lovegood imagines #luna lovegood fanart

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 2 years

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💍: Harry Potter, I am pretty positive but hyper that will just keep talking and talking with no end with whatever special interest my partner had stirred to talk about ranging from art, music or books. I love to give physical touch and gift whatever crafting hobby/collecting items to my partner. My pronouns are (She/They) and I honestly don't care about gender as I'm bi. I'm 5'5 with short brown hair and eyes.

(Sorry if it's too long, it's honestly my first time doing this)

I ship you with ...

... Luna Lovegood!

You go on and on and on about your favorite topics? Well, Luna loves to listen to you and is genuinely interested in everything you say and everything you obsess over. You're seriously the cutest couple in school and sometimes even a little cliché when the others catch you braiding her hair or sneaking into the greenhouses (are they called that in English lol?) to collect Lunas favorite flowers. You're one of those couples where people are certain that you stay together (and maybe even get married if that's your thing) after school - and you do. Life with Luna is easy and you find the perfect partner in her.

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I hope you're happy with this! Thank you for the request! 🧡

#luna lovegood x reader #luna lovegood x you #luna lovegood imagines #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfiction #wedding celebration #harry potter match ups

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chocochannie · 10 months

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Blaise Zabini headcanons

He loves baking

Really smart but doesn't show it

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

Mamas boy

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

Likes reading by the fireplace

Loves Draco more than himself, they're inseparable

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

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

That man is extremely humble

He's really fascinated by muggle sports

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

Fluent in Italian

Treats Pansy like his little sister

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

Neat handwriting

Loves potions and dada

Enjoys watching old muggle movies

Girls are all over him but he hates it

Always on time

Loves giving and receiving flowers

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

Has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen

Dad of the group

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

Gives really good hugs

Masterlist

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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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carav4l · 8 months

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dim light

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Summary: After the first Quidditch match of the year, Y/N founds herself in the wrong side of the bar at the club she works at. And she’s not specially happy about it. However, Theo Nott is even more pissed, and he has all the rights to be.

Warnings: violence (not developed, but a fight does take place), swearing.

Before you read: this piece is set in a CollegeAU! English is not my first language, so please take that into consideration and be nice. Also, the whole piece is written in third POV because it’s the one I’m more comfortable with. Reader’s house isn’t specified, but definitely isn’t Slytherin or Gryffindor for the plot’s sake.

Y/N had to cover for one of her colleagues that night, Aubrey, who was feeling unwell after accidentally tasting some unfinished potion they had been working on that morning’s class. So, much to her regret, Y/N had to experience the post-season party from behind the bar at the Witch’s Hour Nightclub. Y/N wasn't the biggest fan of Quidditch by any means, but she did love everything that came with it at the castle: the colorful stands, skipping classes to watch the other’s houses games, the tension during the match, and above all, the celebrations that followed.

"Can I have two strawberry daiquiris, please?"

Ginny Weasley's words were met with a nod from Y/N, who smiled hoping to conceal her frustration. As she prepared the drinks, she glimpsed her group of friends amidst the dance floor frenzy. Just about ten minutes ago, they had all been keeping her company, sympathizing with her bad luck until Y/N urged them to enjoy the night on her behalf, and they had moved towards the dance floor to never come back. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t blame them for doing so.

Once the daiquiris were ready, Y/N placed them in front of the redhead without a word, her forced smile still in place. After paying for her order, the Gryffindor left the bar to join Luna Lovegood on the other side of the room.

Y/N barely had time to stash the money in the cash register before another group of girls shouted their order at her, noticeably less politely than Ginny. Y/N found herself close, very close, to spitting on the three Sex on the Beach cocktails in front of her. She couldn't stand how people could seem to lose their manners with the slightest bit of alcohol in their system. It didn't take her long to realize that, when it came to those girls, the unjustified attitude was because it had been Y/N who had taken their order, not the curly-haired guy going back and forth behind her.

Theodore Nott seemed considerably more annoyed about working that night than Y/N. And rightfully so, given his position as chaser on the Slytherin team, which had also happened to lose the game that day. Well, if Y/N was in a bad mood, Theo seemed ready to hex anyone who entered his line of sight at any moment.

Y/N took the wad of bills the group left, or rather slammed on the counter, and turned to head back to the register. This time however, she ended up colliding with something herself, most specifically her coworker's chest. The boy’s hands shot to her waist to prevent her from falling, and Y/N felt the exposed skin between her black crop top and low-rise sequin miniskirt burn. She unconsciously grabbed onto Theo's forearm, her chest constricted by the sudden scare.

"Hey angel, seems like you really tripped over me there," he said with a grin once Y/N steadied herself, not even making an attempt to let her go. In fact, she felt like he was tracing circles on her hip with his thumb. Y/N became acutely aware of the places where Theo's skin touched hers. "You good?"

She lifted her gaze to his watercolor eyes and cursed herself for the effect they, and the boy himself, seemed to have on her. It was utterly stupid, as everyone knew that Theodore Nott wasn't available and didn't seem like he would ever be. The boy seemed way above any one-night stand or anything as trivial as college relationships. Y/N believed she could count on one hand all the girls she knew he had been involved with. In some way, she respected him for that.

"Yeah, sorry," she apologized with flushed cheeks, silently grateful for the dim lighting of the venue. "It's just that tonight's been a mess and I'm a bit distracted."

Her words got lost in the music resonating through the speakers. Theo put a finger to his ear to signal that he hadn't heard anything, then buried his hand in Y/N's hair and gently brought their faces closer. Y/N repeated her response, earning a nod and a guttural sound of agreement.

"Tell me about it," Theo sighed then, pulling his face back just enough for their eyes to lock. They were so close that their noses almost brushed.

"I still don't quite get why you're working tonight, to be honest. I thought there was an unwritten rule that said Quidditch players didn't have to work on match days."

"Well, let's just say dear boss couldn’t seem to care less about that rule," the guy said, giving a sidelong glance at Philippa Harvey, a rather ill-tempered Ravenclaw who happened to be the club's manager. She was on the good side of the bar, dancing suggestively with a guy Y/N couldn't quite place. "Let's say she made me an indecent proposal, and I turned her down. And voilà, here I am."

A pang of something close to jealousy reluctantly settled in Y/N's stomach. It's not like she had any right to feel that way, anyway. She opened her mouth to express how sorry she felt for him, both for Slytherin's defeat and the fact that Philippa had finished screwing the night for him, but the sound of someone banging on the counter forcefully stole her opportunity.

"Hey, you two! Less groping and more pouring drinks."

It was a Gryffindor from the Quidditch team, tall and big, with a rather ordinary face. Y/N assumed that's why she couldn't remember his name. In any case, he seemed pretty drunk to her.

After trailing her cheek with his thumb one last time, Theo let go of her and with the distasteful expression he had worn all night back in place, told Y/N that he would handle it. She sighed and resumed the task of putting away the money in the cash register. Once done, she walked over to where Theo was serving the Gryffindor big guy to attend another one who had just arrived at the bar.

As she was about to start making a gin and tonic for him, a shot glass was placed right in front of her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at Theo, and he just shrugged in response. "It's going to be a long night," he seemed to convey with the gesture. "We might as well make it as enjoyable as possible." She agreed, so she took the shot and brought it to her lips without hesitation. Theo did the same with his own shot, never taking his eyes off her, and Y/N wasn't sure if the rush of heat that swept through her body was due to the alcohol or his gaze.

"Have another one on me, Nott," the Gryffindor guy interrupted them again, placing another pair of bills on top of those already on the counter. "And another for your gorgeous coworker. It sucks that you have to be the one serving drinks after how we beat the shit out of you guys this afternoon, don't you think?"

Theo clenched his fist around the glass, his knuckles turning white. Lips pressed into a stern line, he continued preparing the jerk's drink without looking up from his task. Y/N continued hers, not taking her eyes off the scene unfolding by her side.

"I also think it sucks that such a pretty girl like you has to be on that side of the bar," the Gryffindor guy persisted, unabated. Y/N looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still working, grabbing a bottle of gin from under the bar and pouring it into the glass in front of her. "When you get a break, you could look me up. We Gryffindors know how to show a girl a good time."

Disgusted, Y/N opened her mouth to tell him that she'd rather get eaten by a basilisk than to let him lay a finger on her, but someone beat her to it.

"Don't you even think about talking to her," snapped Theo, slamming the drink down in front of the Gryffindor with such force that Y/N thought the glass might shatter. "In fact, don't ever look at her again."

Y/N was taken aback by such words. She glanced at Theo with a racing heart, but he didn't return the look because his gaze was fixed on the idiot. The latter laughed brazenly.

"And what are you gonna do about it?"

Y/N saw a glint of anger in Theo's watercolor eyes, so she hurried to slip under the boy's arm resting on the counter and interpose herself between him and the Gryffindor. For a moment, Theo ignored her and continued to glare at the rival idiot. With a slightly trembling hand, Y/N grabbed his face by the jaw and forced their gazes to meet. If he had taken her that intimately before, he shouldn't mind her doing the same, right?

"Theo," she called him. He however, not willing to give in attempted to turn his face again. "Theo, just leave it. It's not worth it."

Y/N felt Theo's grip on his jaw tighten even more, but he nodded imperceptibly anyway.

"Fine."

"Yeah, Nott, listen to your little whore."

In the blink of an eye, Theo had jumped over the counter and landed a solid left hook on the round-faced Gryffindor. Y/N gasped in surprise at the sight. The Slytherin boy wasn't particularly known for getting into fights, not even when they happened during a match and the rest of his team and some of his friends were involved. That was more typical of Mattheo Riddle, or Lorenzo Berkshire. By Merlin, even Malfoy could be more prone to fights than Theo.

But there he was, straddling a guy who was a head taller and twice his size, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N figured the only reason Theo barely had gotten a scratch on his cheek was that, as she had suspected earlier, the Gryffindor was quite drunk. For a moment, Y/N just stood there, doing nothing but watching the spectacle unfold before her eyes, as if in a trance that prevented her from looking away. It didn't last too long luckily, and once she managed to move, she went straight to the dance floor, heading for the area where she thought she had spotted Theo's group of friends over an hour ago.

If it hadn't been for Draco Malfoy's bleached blond hair, Y/N didn't think she would have found them in the mass of dancing bodies. Pushing any insecurities the group might make her feel deep down, Y/N grabbed the wrist of the person who was closest to her and shook them hard enough to get their attention. Mattheo Riddle's dark eyes met hers shortly after, giving her an unfriendly once-over from head to toe. The guy didn't even bother to speak, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmm... I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she introduced herself awkwardly, trying not to dwell on it for too long. "I work here with Theo. This is actually about him. He's fighting with a Gryffindor idiot, and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it, but the guy is like twice his size, and I can't separate them."

Surprise transformed Mattheo's face, which only confirmed the belief that Theo and fighting didn't usually appear in the same sentence. He turned to his friends to convey the message, and they all hurriedly followed Y/N to the bar where Theo was still straddling the Gryffindor, as if Y/N had never left. In less than a second, Mattheo and Blaise had each of Theo's arms and were leading him out of the club, followed by Lorenzo, Draco, and Pansy.

Once again, Y/N stood still, not quite sure how to proceed. One thing was clear though: she definitely didn't want to be near the idiot once he woke up, or when his friends showed up and looked for someone to blame. Y/N approached the bar again to inform her only other coworker, a girl from her house with whom she maintained a friendly relationship of greetings and pleasant smiles in the corridors, that she was going to make sure Theo was okay. The girl nodded, and without further ado, Y/N headed for the back exit of the Witch's Hour, reserved only for staff and, on this occasion, Theo's friends.

Outside in the dimly lit alley, she found the curly-haired boy sitting on an old wooden crate, with Pansy Parkinson crouched in front of him at a distance that, for some reason she couldn’t wrap around her finger, seemed too short to Y/N. Pansy seemed to be giving him a quiet scolding even though there was no one else there but the two of them and their other four friends, standing prudently apart. Theo had his gaze fixed on the ground, and although Y/N couldn't see his eyes because of his bangs, she noticed that his jaw was clenched once again.

Y/N approached cautiously the rest of the group. The smell of tobacco from Mattheo and Lorenzo's cigarettes wafted into her nose, causing her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Blaise was the first to notice her presence.

"You didn't need to come out," he spoke in a calm tone, giving her a friendly smile. Y/N shrugged and returned the smile timidly.

"Blaise’s right," Lorenzo chimed in between drags of his cigarette. The contrast between his boyish face and the action itself shocked Y/N. "Pansy knows how to handle him."

Y/N made an affirmative sound before giving a proper response. Why had she come out, anyway? The answer briefly crossed her mind, but she couldn't even process it correctly, let alone speak it out loud. She decided to go for the most obvious excuse.

"I just wanted to make sure he's okay. After all, this happened because..."

"I don’t fucking care, Theodore!" Pansy's shout cut her off mid-sentence. The five turned their heads toward them. Pansy had stood up and was pointing an accusing finger at Theo. "You're supposed to be the smart one in the group. You shouldn't stoop to this crap."

"Ouch," Mattheo whimpered, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Don't play the victim, Riddle," Draco said, leaning against the alley wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "She hasn't said anything that isn't true."

"It's still pretty uncalled for on her part."

The conversation died there, unlike the ongoing one between Pansy and Theo. Y/N decided to wait until Theo's friends went back inside the club to talk to him alone about what had happened. She didn't feel up to doing it with all those strangers watching her from the other side of the alley, and there was no need to create such a scene.

The night was strangely cool for the time of year they were in, and considering how lightly she was dressed, Y/N began to shiver slightly. Thanks to Merlin, only a couple more minutes passed before Pansy concluded her scolding and headed back to the club. Y/N couldn't quite grasp the look she shot her as she walked by. It wasn't a look of complete disdain, at least not entirely, but it lacked the warm smile Blaise had given her earlier.

"Ignore her," Blaise reassured, that same smile still on his face. Shifting his attention back to Y/N, he noticed her shivering and promptly took off his green and black Quidditch team bomber jacket to offer it to her. "Here, take it. Give it back to Theo, and he'll return it to me."

Y/N barely had any time to refuse, but was grateful that Blaise didn't give her the chance to as she truly could use some warmth. She slid her arms into the sleeves of the jacket, which was considerably larger than her, and involuntarily breathed in its scent: expensive cologne with hints of mint and chocolate. Y/N couldn't help but find it somewhat addictive.

Once alone in the alley, Y/N walked over to where Theo was still seated, head down and hands tangled in his hair.

"Hey," she managed to say.

After a significantly long sigh, Theo raised his gaze to meet hers. With a tired smile, he greeted her in a hushed voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhhm," Theo barely made a sound in response, unsure of what else to say.

There was an air of something new between them, and neither was quite sure how to proceed. Y/N raised her hand with the intention of cupping his face to see for herself if what the boy had said was true, but her hand stopped midway. She attempted to disguise the motion by placing her hand on her chest.

"Thanks for standing up for me," Y/N finally said, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

"Anytime," Theo murmured, his voice slightly huskier than usual. In a sudden surge of courage he took Y/N's hand in his and tugged it gently, bringing her closer to him. He played with her fingers as he spoke again. "I wish you hadn't had to see that, though."

"Let's just say you could have settled for threatening him or something," she excused him, downplaying it with a giggle that made the boy smile. "But I'm still grateful you did it."

Silence once again settled between them, but this time it felt more comforting in a way. For a few moments, they simply locked eyes, trying to find in each other's eyes all that they were feeling themselves. Y/N was genuinely surprised to find herself in this situation with none other than Theodore Nott. There had always been a sort of mutual understanding between them, a silent complicity they didn't share with any of their clubmates. But Y/N had always assumed it was a simple friendship, that Theo considered her a part of the short list of people he tolerated, and that was it.

However, under the dim light of the moon that night, it felt like much more to her.

"I think we should go back inside," Y/N said in a hushed voice, fearing that if she raised her tone too much, the magical moment would come to an end.

"We should, yeah," Theo agreed, but despite his words, made no attempt to go back inside. If anything, he pulled Y/N's hand a bit more until she was practically between his legs.

With his free hand, Theo cautiously cradled her face, as if unsure if she would pull away. On the contrary, Y/N tilted her head letting it rest in his hand, unable to believe that all these displays of affection were coming from him.

"Can I ask you something?" Theo's voice caught her slightly off guard, but she nodded all the same.

"Sure."

"Never wear Zabini's jacket again," his words caught her with a bit of surprise, and her cheeks turned an even rosier shade.

"Why? Are you going to lend me yours or something?" she joked, pushing a couple of strands of hair from Theo's face, using the excuse to touch him again.

Theo's gaze darkened a bit, and for a moment, Y/N cursed herself for choosing those words. Maybe they weren't at that point yet, right? Perhaps they hadn't reached the teasing phase, and her comment might had made Theo close up. It wouldn't surprise her coming from him.

Y/N didn't dare breathe again until Theo spoke, eyes filled with certainty.

"Consider it done."

Her heart raced, and seeing the smile that transformed her face into one of unexpected joy, his did too.

#theo nott x reader #theo nott #slytherin boys #theo nott imagine #theodore nott #blaise zabini #mattheo riddle #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #harry potter #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #harry potter imagine

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pit-and-the-pen · 22 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

#george weasley #george wealsey imagine #fred weasley #harry potter #neville longbottom #draco malfoy #luna lovegood x reader #regulus black x reader #harry potter fluff #harry potter smut #fred weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasly x reader

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lixzey · 6 months

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Professor, Professor

ex-lovers to colleagues, what could go wrong?

professor remus lupin x assistant professor!reader

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cherryslyce · 1 year

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Second Son (XI) | Regulus Black

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

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

Part X / Part XII / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, Harry really had no clue about the horcruxes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s about Draco.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe Reggie could give you some advice later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were beat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you could use your brain too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.”

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

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

That’s all the assurance you need.

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

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

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

“Well, being me has its privileges.”

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

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

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

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

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

Were there wizards in there?

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cuntrygirlcallista · 5 months

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oh nothing…just imagining jealous!ron

he’s irrational, and insecure but he loves you, he’s just not too sure he deserves your love in return.

Ron had dumped you abruptly in his dorm room just two nights ago. His complete inability to communicate his feelings left you wondering what went wrong. But hey, you weren't about to let that get you down. His loss.

Instead of wallowing in post-breakup sadness, you decided to go to a party, hosted by the other slytherin. And let's be real, part of the reason was to get under Ron's skin. You couldn't help but notice how his jaw clenched when he caught wind of you telling Blaise you'd be there. It felt satisfying to know you were pushing his buttons.

The party had a dimly lit atmosphere, with the music blaring in the background. It wasn't your usual crowd, but surprisingly, you were enjoying yourself. Padma and Parvati had convinced you to dance, while Cho made sure you stayed away from Ron. Everything was going well until you found yourself dancing with Blaise.

Your close bond with Blaise had always been a sore spot for Ron. Despite Blaise's attractive appearance, his mysterious and quiet nature didn't align with your preferences. You weren't engaging in any inappropriate behavior, just dancing as friends. However, the moment Ron caught sight of that, a tinge of jealousy began to creep into his chest once again.

Ron decided he should leave and bumped into you and Blaise in the process.

"Watch where you're going, you can see yeah?" Blaise says.

"What's your problem?" you say, chiming in after him.

Ron just walks away, you rolled your eyes and followed behind him, leaving Blaise standing confused. When you exit the Slytherin common room behind him, you call his name.

"What, y/n?"

"Seriously, what is your problem? You broke up with me."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "I don't have a problem. We just weren't working out."

"My god, grow up Ronald," you say.

He gives you a confused look and you continue talking. "Why won't you tell me what I did wrong? I love you." you say pleadingly

At the end of your words, you can hear yourself start to cry, and he can hear it too. He just looks at you, nothing, no response.

"Fine." You turn to leave, but he grabs your arm.

"Wait," he says. "I'm sorry. I just...I was jealous."

You look at him, and you can see the hurt in his eyes. "Of who?"

“Blaise, and everyone else who flirts with you. You are beautiful and beyond intelligent. You deserved better, and now you’re free to find it.”

“Ron,” you say softly, reaching out to hold his hand. “I only want you, I only love you.” you take a breath. “I only came here to get your attention, everything I do I think about you”

He looks down, shifting his feet, “I guess I was being ridiculous” “Yeah you were”

He pulls you into a hug. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I never meant to hurt you."

You take a deep breath and wipe the tears from your eyes. “Ronald,” you say firmly, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I need you to promise me that you’ll never let your jealousy control your actions again. It’s not healthy for either of us.”

He leans in to kiss you, saying “I promise” without the words. It’s a soft, gentle kiss, and it feels like coming home.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too," you say.

And you know that this time, it's going to be different. You're going to make it work.

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