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Ch. 7: Little to Big

Fandom: Harry Potter (hogwarts year 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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Hermione wheeled her cart full of her things towards the table where Harry and Ron were playing chess...or so it appeared. Hermione's eyes widened in alarm when she got a better look at the chessboard. The chess pieces used figurines that were actually alive.

"Knight to E-5," Harry instructed one of his pieces.

Ron stared at the board for a minute to decide on his next move. "Queen to E-5." His Queen piece moved to the designated square and clunked Harry's knight off the board.

"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione nearly shouted.

Ron remained totally at ease, more than used to Hermione's attitude by now. "That's wizard's chess. I see you've packed."

Hermione leaned on her cart. "See you haven't."

"Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie. He's studying dragons there!"

Hermione could care less about dragons and Ron's brother at the moment. "Good. You can help Harry, then. He's going to go the library for information on Nicholas Flamel."

Ron groaned. "We've looked a hundred times!"

Hermione smirked. "Not in the restricted section."

Ron gaped. He could not have heard right. "Harry, did you just hear what she said?" but Harry did not answer. He glanced at his friend expectantly but found Harry staring at the Great Hall entrance. Following that gaze, Ron then saw Romina and Arden talking.

"You should just apologize already," Hermione said after seeing what Harry was looking at. Both boys gave her incredulous stares. "What?"

"Are you mad, woman?" Ron nearly fell forwards from his wild gestures he was making. "Romina Oswell is the daughter of the Death Eaters who...you know…" he nodded his head to the still-silent Harry, "...did away with...you know…"

Hermione remained unbothered. "You said it, Ron, Romina is just their daughter. She didn't get to decide who her parents were nor what they did. Hardly think she should be blamed for their actions."

"But she's in Slytherin!" Ron said as if that was enough explanation to prove Romina was bad news. "That's the house You-Know-Who was in!"

"Oh, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry has known Romina for years, do you really think he should forget all about that over a House?" She specifically looked at Harry when she made the question. "You know that, Harry. I don't know Romina like you do - no one in this school does - so I think you should believe in your best friend more than what anyone else has to say. Do you honestly think Romina would have wanted what her parents did?"

Harry knew the answer right off the bat but couldn't will himself to answer there and then. He sighed and got off the table. "Restricted section, then? That's where you think we could find something on Nicholas Flamel?"

Hermione was disappointed Harry was pushing his problem away but nodded anyways. Maybe somewhere along him searching for the man, Harry would think about his best friend and realize the injustice he was committing.

~0~

Romina didn't think she'd ever be that excited to see her home again. Her dream had always been to attend Hogwarts and finally gain control of her witch powers. Now that dream had been tarnished by a couple of gossip she thought she'd been prepared for.

Her aunt set a cup of hot chocolate for Romina in hopes of lifting the girl's mood. It'd been days since Romina had been home and she'd yet to make even a peep of what she used to.

"Romina, please eat something," Sage slid a plate of eggs and bacon towards Romina.

Romina leaned back on her chair and boredly stared at her plate. "I'm sorry, auntie. I'm not trying to diss your food but I just am not hungry."

"You've said that every day for the past week," Sage moved beside Romina and set a hand on her niece's shoulder. "Not eating won't solve your problems."

"If that were the solution," Romina mumbled. She took another look at her food and reached for the fork.

"We knew that this would not be easy," Sage took a seat beside Romina. "Unfortunately our name is known for infamous reasons, and it's for those reasons that we hid you away in this world—" she gave a languid wave of the room, "—for as long as we could."

Romina was ardently munching on some bacon when she said, "Maybe you shouldn't have done that."

Sage almost winced from the words but Romina was too far gone in her thoughts to notice. "Yes, maybe you're right. We...shouldn't have done that."

Romina put down her half-eaten bacon strip and sighed. "I just don't know how to make everyone see me for me and not...an Oswell."

"Dearie, I don't think that's possible. You are who you are and—"

"Auntie, it's easy for you to say!" Romina snapped without intention. "You and Uncle Lyonel live here where no one knows you. I have to go back to a school where everyone thinks I'm evil. Some of them are actually scared of me. I'm only eleven! What exactly am I supposed to do to them!?" Not waiting for an answer, Romina pushed her chair away and ran for her room.

Sage sighed and looked at the barely touched plate left behind. While it was expected for all this to happen, it didn't make things easier.

~0~

When Christmas time came, Romina didn't have the usual cheerfulness to celebrate much. She hadn't even awakened early to open her presents like she always did. When noontime came Arden was already knocking on the door, dressed in a big red Christmas sweater with antlers over her head.

"Merry Christmas!" she greeted Lyonel with a blue-wrapped present box. "These are from my parents, and I have Romina's right here," she gestured to the orange wrapped present in her other hand

"Merry Christmas, Arden," Lyonel chuckled and helped the girl inside. "And thank you so much." Arden was smiling widely all the way through. "Romina hasn't come down yet but Sage already went to wake her."

"She hasn't woken up?" Arden's eyes widened. "But she's always up super early! I know cos she used to throw pebbles at my bedroom window - I mean I just know."

Lyonel set down the present Arden brought for them and sighed. "She's still upset over what happened before break."

"Oh…" Arden bit the inside of her cheek. "I see."

"You're at school with her… is it bad?" Lyonel discreetly glanced at the staircase in case Romina showed up.

"Well…" Arden swayed her head thoughtfully, "It's not everyone everyone like Romina dramatically thinks. I mean, no one in Slytherin cares. They love her!"

"Yes, I imagine they would…"

"It's good that your House likes you. Take it from a muggleborn who got put into the famous pureblood-only-House," Arden pretended to shiver. "It's not easy. But the other Houses, not everyone does it I swear. There are some who are just plain rude. But I think with time, as they see who Romina is, they'll learn to like her."

Lyonel wished that to be true with all his heart. He didn't want to imagine Romina being miserable for the next six years of her school life.

"I'm up, auntie, I promise," they heard Romina arguing upstairs.

"Only because I woke you," came Sage's retort. "But I will not have you sleep the day away when it's Christmas."

Lyonel and Arden soon saw Sage pulling a clearly-groggy Romina (still in her pajamas) down the last flight of steps. Sage lit up when she saw Arden. She thought some good social connections would be good for Romina.

"Merry Christmas!" Arden didn't fail to greet cheerfully.

"Merry Christmas," Sage responded equally cheery.

Romina gave her own Christmas greeting in a quiet mumble.

"Arden, would you like some hot chocolate?" Sage asked but she was already making her way towards the kitchen.

"Oh, with marshmallows?" Arden beamed at the idea.

"Of course," Sage took Lyonel with her.

"Merry Christmas, Romina!" Arden presented her present.

"Thank you, Ard," Romina was polite enough to take the present back to the Christmas tree. She hadn't done any shopping but she was already well aware there was a present for Arden and her family courtesy of Romina's aunt and uncle. It had always been like this.

The two girls took a seat beside the tree and Romina dug through the presents to find Arden's and the rest of her family. It was then that Romina realized she had presents from other people as well.

"Hermione Granger sent you something?" Arden wasn't the least bit surprised.

Romina nodded and began tearing the present open. "I feel bad cos I didn't get her one too." She raised a decorative, cloth, that tied into a hair band.

"Aw, that's pretty," Arden said, and Romina agreed. She looked at the rest of the presents and saw familiar names. "Daphne gave you something too. Is that one from Angel?"

"Mhm." Romina reached for the present that Angel had sent her. It was a beautiful little set of charmed pins.

Arden gasped at them. They were superhero themed. "Look, there's Supergirl, Batwoman—is that Harley Quinn? How did he even know about them?"

Romina chuckled with a shrug. "I guess he really listens to me when I talk. He's sweet."

"Yeah, I can see," Arden said, still partially surprised with the thoughtful gift.

Romina continued with the pile of gifts. Fred and George Weasley had sent her something as well. "I'm surprised with those two," Romina admitted as she opened the twins' present. She found a nice truffle box sitting inside. "Thought since Ron is pretty much on the same page as the rest of the school...they would do the same."

Arden smiled. "Not everyone thinks the same. You have to see that a lot of people still—is that from Pansy!?" she gasped when she caught sight of the name written over a small blue present. "That cow got me nothing!"

And for the first time in a long time, Romina had actually laughed.

Arden picked up Pansy's present and shook it. "I can't believe her! I was nice enough to send her something!" She gave up and handed the present over to Romina. "Though now I'm thinking she probably threw it away without even opening it."

"She's got a whole different perspective on things…" Romina tried being kind and not flatout saying she believed Pansy had never even received the present on account of her parents' interference.

"You mean she only tolerates me because we're forced to make contact with each other at school," Arden huffed. "But fine. Next year she's getting diddly-squat from me."

Romina chuckled and put away Pansy's present, thinking it best if she opened it when Arden wasn't around. Arden got over her momentary anger and pulled Romina up to her feet. There were Christmas dinners to get ready for and to have some good ole fashion fun.

Dressed in a long, black Christmas sweater full of snowflakes and a snowman matched with red tights underneath - along with the cloth headband Hermione gifted her - Romina thanked her grandparents for their permission to go outside and meet with the rest of the neighborhood kids. Arden's younger siblings - Lilah and Fabian - were already out in the front yard playing with some of their new Christmas toys. From the kitchen window, Romina could see that Arden's older brother, Andrew, had also arrived for the holidays.

"And he's not stingy or whatever?" Romina curiously asked over Arden's relationship with Andrew considering he was now known to be a Squib. Arden was the only one of her family so far to have powers. Lilah and Fabian were a couple years younger than Arden and had yet to show powers as well.

"Nah, he calls me a weirdo but just to tease me," Arden waved the subject off like nothing. "He's happy at his job anyways."

"Yeah, being a math teacher must be oh-so-fun," Romina rolled her eyes.

"Romina! Arden!" a small ginger girl called from across the street. The girl grinned and hurriedly crossed the street. She had a pink jumping rope in her hand that swung with each step she took. "You guys are back! I can't believe it!"

Arden threw her arms around the ginger and squealed. "Victoria! Merry Christmas!"

Romina stood behind with a nice smile across her face. Victoria had been one of their lifelong neighborhood friends and Romina suddenly realized how much she missed Victoria along with the rest of their muggle friends.

"How's that fancy school you're going to?" Victoria asked once she pulled away. She immediately went to hug Romina next. "Hayley and I wanted to visit but your parents—" she glanced at Arden, "—and your aunt and uncle—" she said for Romina's sake, "—said visits from non-family members weren't allowed."

"They really aren't," Romina managed to say casually, but even Victoria knew Romina well enough so that she understood something was off.

"A-are you okay?" Victoria didn't fail to ask in the next second. Romina looked away, putting an awkward hand on her arm. Victoria then glanced at Arden, expecting for some sort of explanation. "Arden?"

Arden checked with Romina before she would answer. Romina had sighed but not given any indication that she was against telling Victoria something.

"The school is full of preppy kids…" Arden tried explaining it as if it were just another fancy academy for muggles. "...and the kids happened to pick on Romina...a lot."

"Ooh…" Victoria put a hand over her mouth, her eyes quickly flickering to Romina. "Mina, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks," Romina replied just as quietly.

"No more pouty Romina!" Arden clapped her hands, startling both Romina and Victoria. "It's Christmas and we should have some fun!"

"I brought it to play double-dutch," Victoria waved her pink jump rope for the girls.

"Yes!" Arden nodded and Romina found herself pulled into a razzling game of jump rope.

As the afternoon passed by, they were joined by the other neighborhood kids, including Nadine. Romina had forgotten how fun it was to play such a simple game as jump rope. It was so normal, and definitely had no danger of a hex flying their way. Things got more interesting when someone decided to have a race with roller skates. Arden and Nadine had their own pairs but they were nice enough to let Romina borrow Arden's second pair to race. They raced from end of the street to the next and Romina found herself coming in third. She discovered she loved roller skating!

"Hermione's going to shriek if she knows her headband was on the ground!" Arden laughed while she and Romina took their roller skates. Romina had been struggling and thus her headband had become loose and fell to the sidewalk.

"We're not going to tell her so shush," Romina grunted but finally took off her left roller skate.

"Girls?" Sage called from Arden's front door. "Christmas dinner is set!"

"The crackers are mine!" Lilah nearly fell on the grass due to her hasty run towards the door.

Arden and Romina burst into laughter as they followed a minute later. For the rest of that night, Romina never once thought about Hogwarts and its gossipy students, and much less Harry.

~ 0 ~

Romina walked right behind Arden down the Hogwarts Express. They had boarded together and while Romina received some heartfelt advice from Lyonel and Sage, she still could not stop feeling nervous. There were some students already giving her some looks - of which a couple were dirty looks - and others were whispering things about her no doubt.

"Where are we going to sit?" Romina asked after they had made it almost all the way down the train.

"I have a bone to pick with Pansy for that Christmas present she owes me," Arden huffed, still upset, apparently, over the rudeness she dealt with over the break.

"Still?" Romina actually forgot her troubles for a moment in favor of this.

"I'll give her a good scare - it's so easy with that coward!"

Romina said nothing more and allowed Arden to just take her wherever she wanted to sit at. Arden arrived at the last bigger compartment where most of the Slytherins were. They didn't tend to socialize with many others.

"Move!" Arden didn't hesitate to shove Pansy down the booth.

"Ow!" Pansy clapped a hand over her 'injured' arm and began to rub it. "What the heck was that for?"

"For being a rude prick, that's what!"

Pansy gaped. "Don't you ever talk to me you mud—"

"I'd watch your words, Parkinson," Romina warned as she took a seat across them, right next to Daphne.

"What was she about to say?" Arden quickly looked at Romina for an answer.

Romina cleared her throat and warned Pansy with a deadly look to keep quiet. "Muggleborn, what else?" she said instead. Pansy glared right back but heeded the deadly warning her way. Romina knew well enough to know what Pansy had been about to call Arden and Romina was simply not having it.

"Arden," Daphne finally spoke up. She was digging through her purse until she pulled out a packet of playing cards that she set on the table. "I got a Christmas present for you but I didn't know if you'd like it. Sorry."

Arden's eyes lit up at the sight of the deck cards. "Oh my God, yes! Do you know my Mum never lets me have one because it's 'bad influence'." She snagged the deck of cards and began opening them up.

"I would have sent them earlier but I wasn't sure if owls were permitted where you live," Daphne sheepishly smiled.

"I live right next door to Romina, Daph," Arden playfully rolled her eyes. "They're allowed."

"But she comes from a wizard family. Rules are different."

"Fair enough, but thank you so much!" Arden happily began shuffling the cards over the table.

"Those look boring," Pansy shot the cards, a look of distaste. "They don't even move."

"Anyone want to play?" Arden ignored her and looked at the other two girls.

"I will!" Romina happily agreed.

"I-I don't know how to play…" Daphne admitted, but of course it was obvious to both Romina and Arden.

"We'll teach you," Romina put a hand on Daphne's arm.

"I won't play!" Pansy huffed and crossed her arms, seeming adamant in her choice.

Arden laughed. "Is that a promise, Parkinson?"

Romina took Arden's cards and began shuffling them herself while Arden got into another bickering round with Pansy. It seemed like they were trying to make up for the weeks of break.

"What are those?" Draco had stopped by their table with Angel.

Romina smirked and started passing the cards to Arden, Daphne and then herself. "They're muggle playing cards, Draco, can't you see?"

The blonde in question raised an eyebrow. "They're muggle cards? Now that looks like the fascinating ending of a dreadful Christmas."

"Oh, shut up," Arden had taken a break from arguing with Pansy to now go on against him. "Just say 'nice to see you all' and go," she made a motion with her hands.

"You really should be kinder," Angel shook his head at Draco. He smiled upon meeting Romina's gaze. "Hey, did you get my gift?"

Romina nodded. "Yeah! I loved them. I can't believe you actually remembered about all the heroes and villains I talked about. I must have droned on for a good hour about them."

"You did," Pansy muttered as she went through her cards.

"How did you even find enchanted muggle superhero and villain pins?"

"You sent her that?" Draco looked Angel over incredulously until something struck. For a split moment, he smirked knowingly and rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't that hard, trust me," Angel said to Romina despite it actually being very hard to find.

"Well thank you." Romina smiled to herself and split the remaining cards in two. "You guys sure you don't want to play?"

"Yeah, hard pass, Oswell," Draco said and finally just walked away, pulling Angel with him before the boy had time to say the exact opposite.

"And here I thought the Christmas spirit would soon get into that blonde head of his," Arden said, plucking out a card from her deck that she needed.

"That'll be the day," Romina said with a chuckle.

~ 0 ~

Romina wasn't surprised that Harry flatout ignored her at school. Any time they were in close proximity, Romina had a little bit of hope that this would be the moment he would let her talk to him and explain things...but it wasn't. He would turn his head away and turn in the opposite direction. The same went for Ron Weasley. Apparently, they were a two-fer now.

It was one morning that Romina entangled herself with the Weasleys, just not the way she expected. She was on her way to Charms, her head in a book trying to cram for an upcoming quiz, when she was suddenly hitched up from either side and actually lifted off the ground. "What — hey!" The Weasley twins had interlocked an arm with both of hers and successfully carried her. "I have a class to get to!"

"We just would like to talk with you for a second," went Fred first. He and George set Romina back on her feet a minute later. "About our brothers."

"On behalf of Ron and Percy, we'd like to apologize to you," George said in the utmost serious tone possible. Romina didn't think that was actually possible coming from them.

Raising her eyebrows, Romina just stared at them for a good minute or so in silence. "I...I don't get it…"

"We know it's not easy right now for you but we want you to know that we don't buy into any of that stuff that's been spread about you," Fred continued using the same seriousness George had. It was actually so surprising.

"Yeah, and we know how our brother Percy can be..."

"Stuck up," Fred offered.

"Uptight," then added George.

"And we think Ron is just too young to understand," Fred nodded as if only making this realization right there.

Romina couldn't help laugh. "Yes because you two being two years older certainly makes you adults."

"Exactly," both twins adjusted the collars of their shirts.

"Thank you boys," Romina honestly said, rather touched with their gesture. After the days she was having, this counted a lot. "Now I really do have to get to class…"

"Of course, madam," Fred said right before he and George bowed and stepped aside.

Romina rolled her eyes but nonetheless started to leave. She was actually going to be late.

"Oh and I'd avoid the courtyard at all costs!" George called.

"Got it!" Romina laughed. She had made it mandatory for them to inform her of where their next pranks would be to make sure she was not the target anymore.

As it turned out, professor Flitwick had been running a bit late for his own class and thus allowed Romina the perfect chance to just slip into her seat. Of course the next minute she had Hermione shooing off her Ravenclaw partner in order to sit beside Romina.

"You're avoiding me," the bushy-haired girl accused with a mildly hurt tone.

Romina opened up her book and avoided Hermione's look for as long as she could. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, of course not buying it. "I'm not an idiot—"

"I don't think anyone could think that about you."

"You've been avoiding me, Harry, Ron, and even Fred and George! You've just pushed yourself further into your Slytherin house!"

"Hermione, they are my technical family in this school."

Hermione had not desisted in her cold stare. It was surprisingly strong. "You've switched seats with Arden so you can sit beside Pansy and not me! Honestly, you'd take Parkinson over me?"

"Okay that wasn't one my most brilliant ideas," Romina sighed. "Pansy sucks at potions. I'd rather have taken Draco, honestly."

"Don't say that!" Hermione almost hissed, startling Romina. "You've also switched seats in DADA and Transfiguration!"

"Wow, we share a lot of classes, huh?" Romina only just now started to realize. It certainly did not amuse Hermione.

"I get that you are upset with Harry but why does that have to expand to me too!? I thought we were friends - you were my first friend in this school and now you don't even want to talk to me."

Romina rubbed her forehead, of course agreeing with Hermione's accusations. She hadn't intended on avoiding Hermione but it was difficult to catch the girl without Harry or Ron at her side. It just became easier to not be around Hermione at all. It wasn't fair, but it was easier. Harry wouldn't even look at her at the moment and when he did it was often with these mixed signals...like he wanted to talk to her but at the same time he wanted to shout at her again.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to hurt you," Romina began on her honest apology. Hermione deserved one after all. "It's hard, okay? I'm sure you're tired of hearing that but there's no other way to put it. It's hard having to deal with all this and unfortunately you're in the crossfire."

"I want to help, Romina," Hermione assured. "But I can't do that if you shut me out."

"No offence Hermione but there's not much you can do. Damage is done and it's well done. Last class some Hufflepuff asked me what curse I was creating for the girl who accidentally dropped her book on my foot."

Hermione made a face. "Ouch."

"Yeah. And the book thing hurt too."

Hermione sighed and sadly looked at her friend. "Let me be your friend again. Just cos you and Harry have problems doesn't mean I agree with Harry."

Romina smiled and nodded her head. "Okay."

Hermione beamed and started digging through her bag. "You'll want to know that we finally know who Nicholas Flamel is."

"That famous guy?" Romina asked distractedly. She was watching a Gryffindor boy putting something in another boy's seat. "I thought you stopped looking."

"No, you're just behind on the news," Hermione said distractedly until she pulled out her parchment and quill set. "It was actually because of Neville Longbottom that we figured it out. Flamel was on some trading card."

"A trading card?" Romina snorted. "Of all the places."

"Focus," Hermione tutted, "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

"A...stone?" Romina winced in advanced for her lack of attention.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Romina's clear disappointment. "I scolded Harry and Ron for not reading enough and now you too!?"

"I don't read about stones," Romina shrugged. "So what does that thing do, then?"

Hermione sighed but went ahead and explained the uses of the Philosopher's stone. "The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will turn any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

"No, hold on," Romina's interest had now been piqued, "Did you say Elixir of Life? As in...immortal? That exists!?"

Hermione nodded her head. "Yup! And the only stone in existence is owned by Nicholas Flamel. He used to be Dumbledore's alchemy partner so now we're willing to bet that the stone is what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor."

"Wow you actually figured it out," Romina gave a small clap that made Hermione laugh. "You're good at this. But, um, now what?"

There, Hermione could not answer because neither she, nor Harry and Ron had come up with a decent plan. Romina offered to think about it herself for a while and would get back to Hermione if she had anything later.

~ 0 ~

The library was Romina's place to hopefully come up with a decent plan that would get them to answer the mighty question: who was trying to steal the Philosopher's stone? Romina was aware that the three Gryffindors in the loop still thought, with all their hearts, that Snape was the culprit. Romina, on the other hand, thought that was still ridiculous as ever. There was something else they weren't factoring IN and she needed to find that out before something stupid happened.

It was just a little hard to think when the students at the same table wouldn't shut the hell up.

"Pansy I swear to God if you don't shut up I will actually create that curse I allegedly created," Romina gently slammed a hand on her book and looked up to meet Pansy's offended look.

"How come it's always me?" huffed the girl in question.

"Because it always is," Arden came by to take a seat two chairs away from Pansy.

Romina rubbed her temples because there were still a couple of students who didn't get the message of a library's purpose. "Draco, shut up!" she was now staring at the boy much like she had with Pansy. "God, the only one who listens around here is Angel! And Blaise!"

Because right beside her, Angel was working quietly.

Blaise, however, looked up from his work with a stoic expression on his face. "Don't get it confused, Oswell. I just don't like most of you at this table." Beside him, Theodore Nott snorted, soon making Draco do the same.

"Anyways, pipe down, Oswell," Draco said a moment later, "We're trying something." He pointed over to Neville sitting a few chairs from them.

Romina followed his gaze and frowned when she saw Neville starting to get up from the table. "Don't you dare," she hissed but no one heeded her warning.

At her tone, Angel looked up to see what was about to happen. Like Romina, he figured it out pretty quick. He sighed. "Malfoy, seriously?"

"I learned this one yesterday," Draco said proudly. He pointed his wand directly at Neville's legs and spoke, "Locomotor Mortis."

It appeared he was actually good considering Neville immediately fell over after trying to walk. The spell had bound Neville's legs together just as he was stepping out of the library. Everyone except Romina, Angel, and Arden had burst into laughter.

"Told you I was good at it!" Draco still rubbed in his vast knowledge.

"You're an idiot," Romina spat and got up from her chair. She gathered her things fast and rushed after Neville. She had a good idea the boy was about to bunny-hop all the way to his common room without telling a soul of what happened to him. She didn't dare call Neville's name out loud for fear of what others might do knowing his helpless situation - that and she was sure Neville feared her due to her newly gained status. "Neville!" she finally caught up to the boy just near the staircases that led up to the Gryffindor common room no doubt. Seeing her put Neville in a state of trembles. He immediately tried hopping away in the opposite direction but Romina easily ran around and blocked his way. "It's okay, Neville! I just want to help!" she brandished her wand from her bag.

Neville whimpered at the sight and tried hopping away again.

Romina sighed and once again caught up with him. "I know it looks bad - a Slytherin with a wand in hand - but I promise I just want to help. I know the countercurse. Just give me the chance, Neville. Plus," she pointed at him suddenly, "If I had wanted to do something bad, I would have done it already, don't you think?"

As scared as Neville was he had to concede on that point. When he became still, Romina took that as an indication to perform the countercurse.

"There," Romina motioned, she was putting away her wand and smiled when she saw Neville's legs finally separated. "Oh, and you dropped these," she had collected Neville's fallen supplies on her way after him.

"Th-thank you…" Neville took back his things without ever taking his eyes off Romina.

"And, I know it probably sounds weird, and stuff, but...I think you should inform professor McGonagall about what Draco did to you."

Neville looked incredulous.

"I know, I know. I shouldn't be telling you this but Draco deserves it. A good detention oughta make him rethink this. Or...if we want to have some fun…" Romina smirked, "...you could stand up to him and hit him with a curse of your own."

Neville's eyes widened to the impossible. Apparently the idea wasn't as fun as Romina thought.

"Or I could do it for you if you'd like," she added innocently.

"Y-you would do that to someone of your own House?" Neville finally gave a decent answer that just happened to be a question.

Romina laughed. "If they deserve it, then hell yeah. Between you and me I'm debating between Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott. They're both kind of annoying."

Neville cracked a smile. "Nott is pretty mean…"

Romina knew that Neville was once again warming up to her. Maybe it wasn't all lost then. "I'll take that into consideration. I have to go now but please remember what I said about telling McGonagall. You shouldn't be ashamed to stand up to someone, Neville."

"Maybe I'm not as brave as the Sorting Hat thought I was to put me in Gryffindor," Neville said sadly, although Romina wasn't sure if he was saying it to himself.

"Between you and me I don't think the Sorting Hat gets it wrong," Romina admitted, looking down at her green tie around her neck. "We all end up where we belong. And you definitely belong in Gryffindor. You're just a late bloomer."

And Romina truly loved seeing that her words took meaning to Neville. He began to smile and promptly thanked her.

"I have to go, but say hi to Trevor for me," Romina wiggled her fingers and beamed when Neville gave her a wave as well.

After that small moment with Neville, Romina seemed to start getting better with herself. She thought that if she could make someone as frail as Neville Longbottom see she wasn't evil, then everyone else could come to the same conclusion. All she had to do was simply show that she was better than her parents - than her entire family. Little things to big things, that was it.

#ocfairygodmother #fd: harry potter #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp fics #hp imagines #draco malfoy fics #draco malfoy imagines #dm fics #dm imagines #harry potter fics #harry potter imagines #oc: Romina Oswell #fic: Legacies

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majesticnerdyvee · 2 years

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What I like a lot while plotting potterlock is the concepts that I can develop further than what had happened in the original plots (duh, the beauty of fanfic)

For example, for my johnlock timeline (1980s) I was inspired by the Marauders dynamic, but of course I spiced it up a notch because I can. There were 4 Marauders, but for the johnlock crew in my fic there is going to be 7 people involved. Let’s list them:

John Watson (Gryffindor)

Sherlock Holmes (Ravenclaw)

Greg Lestrade (Hufflepuff)

Jim Moriarty (Gryffindor - there is a reason for this that is yet to be shown)

Carl Powers (Gryffindor)

Molly Hooper (Ravenclaw)

Mary Morstan (Slytherin)

Now while there is an obvious imbalance between the members of the Houses, the crew dynamics will be important. Mary is not very popular because of the bbc Sherlock canon (which I allign with too, and I like evil Mary plots, but I challenged myself to write her differently here, which means that she will not interfere with John and Sherlock as a potential romantic interest just because she is a girl). I made her a Slytherin because, well, she is. And I love her to death in this fic. More on that later.

Next, Carl Powers and Jim Moriarty. Jim’s Gryffindor arc will remain unveiled for now, but I really wanted to include Carl Powers beside being dead. And I like to have them established as close friends before joining J&S&G. They both have things to offer to the Detective Trio, and will contribute to their developments too (especially Sherlock’s, because we know how he is regarding ‘friends’).

Molly Hooper is a sweetheart. She also is not going to pose as this infatuated fragile girl to the boys. While she is lovely and definitely interested in dating, it’s not with the main trio because?? Girl knows her worth. She befriends Sherlock in Year 1, but that is an added detail to that chapter which I will keep secret until it is updated. (which I dunno when it is pls dont kill meh) She a great friend, supportive, and all around smarter than Sherlock in certain situations. These two Ravenclaws will have a great friendship. Once Sherlock stops being so aloof he’ll take her as his little sister most likely.

Greg Lestrade. My man. We could argue he could be a Gryffindor but nah fam. My boy here is a pure Hufflepuff who puts up with the fiery egos of his two best friends with ease. There is a lot of clashing in this group at first. You have three Gryffindors who are not afraid to butt heads (respectfully if needed), a smartass Ravenclaw that has no filter, a second Ravenclaw that likes to watch the chaos as long as nobody gets hurt... Someone needs to keep them in line. And that someone is Greg. Does it tire him? Yes. Does he care? Eh, he got used to it. He and Mary will get along well. The biggest theme in my fic is to destigmatize that awful Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry. Mary is chill. Slytherpuff duo of Common Sense. Are they wary of each other at first? Yeah, but the point is that they ignore the surface-level House bullshit and grow over first impressions.

John and Sherlock, dudes. You know the drill. They’re the core members, but they are in for a whooping. They cannot be in a bubble, even if they’re the other pair of the protagonists. They both have to cooperate with others to grow as people. And what better way to do it than to put them into a crew that fucks shit up? I’d like to develop this thought but that would contain spoilers, and I have to remind myself that I havenpt update in... an abominable amount of time. So I’m making up with this post lol.

Now, the name of the crew. - I don’t know

The main trio that is John, Sherlock, and Greg I have already titled the Detective Trio. But the whole crew of 7... Lucky Seven? Oh, that actually isn’t bad and will correlate with the later plot development in the 1997 timeline... I’m a genius

I think Lucky Seven can be the shield name for now anyway, hah

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

oh yeah and one the aforementioned peeps will become a werewolf haha

(Part 2 of this post where Bee asked about their Animagi powers)

#Harry Potter and the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes #my fic #sherlock BBC #sherlock holmes #john watson #greg lestrade #carl powers #james moriarty #mary morstan #molly hooper #johnlock #Johnlock fic #potterlock #plotting potterlock #december 2021 entry #the lucky seven crew #hogwarts houses

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oh-for-merlins-sake · 3 years

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BUTTERFLIES | fw | golden

summary: after an explosive prank, fred lands himself in detention, being forced to care for a mountain of strange plants. luckily, y/n is there to guide him the way, teaching him about the wonders of herbology and about himself, too.

pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: pining but that’s about it!

a/n: the second installment of the golden collection is finally here!! this was lots and lots of fun to write! researching herbology and plants was hella fun. also spoiler but i think it’s ironic that the game that fred is going to play in is actually a bad one and doesn’t seem lucky at all lmfao.

taglist: @iliveiloveiwrite @andromedaa-tonks @pansydaisy @a-little-too-much @slytherinsunrise @marvelettesassemble @msmarklee1213 @letsgotothehop @finnishslytherin @starlightweasley @witch-and-a-half @darthwheezely @vogueweasley @gcdric @breadqueen95 @inglourious-imagines @amourtentiaa | george taglist: @hufflepuff5972 (message/ask to be added/removed, loves!)

“But Professor Sprout, I can’t miss this match!”

“I will not hear another peep out of you, Mr. Weasley,” she snapped, her voice muffled by the greenhouse walls that separated you.

Professor Sprout barreled through the door; Fred in tow, who was rolling his eyes rather dramatically. You peered at him through the leaves of the lavish wolfsbane that you were watering before casually approaching the pair.

You smiled warmly at each of them, knowing all too well what this particular guest entailed. Sprout looked back at you with contrition, announcing, “Mr. Weasley, this is Ms. Y/L/N — she’ll be showing you how to tend to the greenhouse on this lovely Saturday morning.”

However, the morning was anything but lovely. Dreary clouds covered the sky, and brittle leaves danced in the crisp wind. Conversely, a sticky humidity hung inside of the greenhouse, making it especially pleasant to let the cool air creep in for just a moment.

Fred flashed you a lopsided grin as he snuck out of Sprout’s grasp. She leaned towards you and whispered, “good luck,” before scurrying out of the greenhouse.

It was no mystery how little Fred Weasley cared about Herbology. Half of the time, he’d snooze to the sound of Sprout’s voice, and the other half, he’d turn her plants into playthings. It was fairly common by now to spot one of the twins shrinking the tentaculas or extracting foul odors from the wormwoods, but no such prank had been as outrageous as the one Fred pulled the morning prior: he transformed Sprout’s prized umbrella flower into a pyrotechnic display by enchanting it to blast miniature fireworks from its vibrant petals.

This would surely be a challenge.

You turned to Fred, who was closely inspecting some puffapods. You pondered the likelihood of transforming him into someone who cared even an iota about plants. And you were determined to bring it to fruition.

Contrary to him, you’d been exposed to the magic of Herbology quite early in life: your mother kept a lush garden of daffodils and dahlias, all whilst bouncing you on her hip in the summer heat. And as birthdays passed, your growing collection of Herbology books began to burst from your cluttered shelves. Most of those books traveled with you to Hogwarts, where you were often spotted in the Hufflepuff common room tending to the whimsical plants. During your fourth year, Professor Sprout, admiring your natural affinity for plants, promoted you from Soil Supervisor to Head of the Herbology Society, an accomplishment you were especially proud of.

You raised a brow at Fred, “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, darling,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes before collecting a list of duties from a nearby table. “These are the tasks that Professor Sprout would like us to complete before sundown.” Fred hovered over your shoulder as you trailed your fingers down the parchment, “Clean the plant beds, prune the wiggentrees, trim the sugar shrubs, and re-pot the puffapods.”

Fred groaned, “We’ll be here ‘til next Saturday with all this busywork! Listen, Y/N, I’ve got to be down to the pitch by three. We’re playing Slytherin! I can’t miss it!”

“Not to worry, you won’t miss your precious little Quidditch match. In fact, it could be much worse,” you insisted, “I once had to re-pot the fanged geranium, and suffice to say, they are not a fan of re-potting!”

“And you do this for fun?” Fred shook his head, “Bloody hell, woman...”

You pivoted on your foot and started for the edge of the greenhouse, smirking to yourself before uttering, “I could ask the same of Quidditch.” You could practically hear his eyes rolling in his skull. “Most of the game’s spent beating and bruising each other, which doesn’t sound very fun at all. Honestly, it sounds quite boorish.”

He laughed humorlessly, “Is this why Hufflepuff is so bloody bad at Quidditch every year? Everyone’s too busy picking flowers when they should be practicing?”

“Which is exactly what you’re doing now,” you quipped, tossing him a pair of gloves, which he scoffed at before dejectedly throwing them on. You glanced at the clock: 9:00. You had approximately seven hours to tackle the greenhouse with Fred.

“Now, it’s very important that you follow my instructions carefully,” you began, kneeling to inspect the bed of bouncing bulbs that were tethered in place, “Every plant you see in this room is extremely delicate and must be handled with great care.”

Fred raised his brows, as if to question the gravity of the task.

You sighed, “Will you at least try to care?”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he grinned, kneeling beside you, “I’ll do as you ask, exactly how you ask, if you come to our ‘precious little Quidditch game’ later.”

You laughed, “All right, it’s a deal.”

Fred firmly shook your hand, and for the first time, you felt as though he was your friend.

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“Am I doing this right?” Fred asked as he haphazardly trimmed the sugar shrubs with a pair of dull hedge shears.

You chuckled, “Not the prettiest, but good enough.”

He laughed as he tried to assess his progress. He caught sight of the clock, which read 11:00, before spotting that fateful umbrella flower — except it wasn’t the same as before. Its vibrant pink and yellow flowers had severely paled; its stature slightly wilted.

“It’s not good for the plants, you know...” you said suddenly.

Fred’s eyes met yours.

“Transforming their size, changing their chemistry... literally lighting them up...” Fred looked down, “It places enormous stress on their fragile bodies. Most are drained of essential nutrients in the process, and too often their growth becomes permanently stunted.”

Fred couldn’t muster a single word. Instead, he stared at you with a newfound emptiness behind his eyes.

“I’m sure you hadn’t realized,” you said sadly, “Most people don’t.”

Fred tried to string together some sort of response, but nothing was coming to the surface.

You cleared your throat, “C’mon, we’ve only got a few more.”

It wasn’t long before you reached the last of the shrubs. Most of your time was spent trimming in silence; the occasional snip ringing through the humid air. But when it was time to show Fred how to prune the wiggentrees, he spoke at last.

“I genuinely had no idea,” he admitted sheepishly, “But I am so sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” you contended, “But I forgive you on their behalf.”

You intricately reviewed how to prune a wiggentree, and Fred clung to every word that fell from your lips. Every word spoken rattled his bones. While it was true that Fred enjoyed getting into mischief, it was never his intention to hurt anyone — or anything, for that matter.

And he certainly never wanted to hear the deep-rooted pain that laced your words ever again.

After a couple of hours, Fred managed to prune a decent number of wiggentrees with only a few minor scrapes to prove it. You jovially applauded him as he bowed theatrically.

“You’re not coming for my position as Head of the Herbology Society, are you?” you teased, swapping your shears for a trowel.

“Can’t get anything past this one — just too smart and pretty,” he winked.

Your face flushed with a burning heat, a bundle of butterflies bursting inside of you. Eager to avoid eye contact, you swiftly turned to lead him to your final task: re-potting the puffapods. You tried your best to focus on what Professor Sprout asked of you, but hearing Fred compliment you sent you into a complete and utter tizzy.

Fred cheekily chuckled at your sudden silence as you reached the middle of the greenhouse. You quickly composed yourself, struggling to tame the butterflies ricocheting in your stomach.

“Re-potting the puffapods is a lot easier than it sounds. Honestly, I find that using my bare hands gives me a much better understanding of where their roots lie. You don’t want to disturb those, you see.”

You tossed your gloves to the side, and Fred followed suit. You rolled your sleeves to your elbows before gently digging your fingers into the soft soil of the pot closest to you. “Here,” you nodded for Fred to come closer, “Come see what they feel like.”

His stomach flipped as your delicate fingers clasped around his large, rough hand. You guided his hand under the soil until you could both feel the roots that intertwined below. You suddenly realized how close you stood to Fred. Every breath that escaped from his lungs practically shot into your own. The same warmth that had flooded your face earlier returned once more.

“Scoop around those to move it to its new home,” you explained softly, carefully maneuvering his hand to scoop the purple puffapod.

You smiled at him, wondering if he was thinking the same things you were: how the morning had been surprisingly delightful; how bolts of electricity zipped through your body when your hands met; and how the autumnal sun was occasionally peeking through pockets of clouds. It beared down just enough warmth through the sheer greenhouse windows to comfort you.

You shook your thoughts and asked Fred, “Think you got it?”

“Think so,” he nodded, an encouraging smile plastered to his lips.

He demonstrated his competency with the task on his first attempt, so you trusted him to the smaller puffapods as you began tackling the bigger ones.

You sighed, “Perhaps we’ll see some Painted Ladies today.”

Fred furrowed his brows, “Rest assured, there are plenty of those hanging in this ancient castle.”

“No!” you laughed, “Not literal painted ladies — the butterflies!”

Fred laughed with you, “The butterflies? Who in the bloody hell decided ‘Painted Lady’ would be a proper name for a butterfly?”

“I don’t know that, but I do know that hundreds of them migrate in around this time of year,” you explained, “It’s a sight to see! Trelawney always says, ‘Good fortune will be brought unto those who witness it!’”

Fred laughed at your spot-on impression, “Is that so?”

“‘Course! And if the rain holds out a little longer, they might just make an appearance,” you said, peering outside.

You perused the landscape in silence. Without turning back to Fred, you muttered, “Seven years here, and I still haven’t seen it.”

He instantly sensed the deep disappointment that colored your words. And he realized that this actually mattered to you. He recognized that this was something you believed was truly absent from your time here — time that was quickly running down the hourglass.

Mollifying your melancholy, Fred changed the subject, and before you knew it, you were both animatedly chatting as you slaved over Sprout’s tedious task. He told you all about how his mum made him de-gnome the gardens growing up, and how everything “just tasted better” with fresh ingredients he and his siblings harvested from their backyard. Meanwhile you taught him to identify various trees by the pattern of their leaves and identified the part of the year each flower flourished.

He admired your commitment to such seemingly insignificant creatures. Though he’d only known you shortly, he knew you loved these plants; the way your eyes lit up at the sight of a fresh bud blooming in the bushes; or the way you rattled off the perfect way to keep a flutterby bush alive in the dead of winter. You had him longing to find beauty in even the darkest corners of the world.

And part of that beauty he had found in you.

Once you finished the last of the puffapods, you dusted your hands and turned to Fred. A sudden sadness bloomed in your chest as you watched him wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Fred felt a similar sorrow burrowing inside of him.

“Well, we did it… And with,” you glanced at the clock, “about an hour to spare.”

He nodded, “It was nice working with you today, Y/N.”

You nodded, “Yeah, you as well!”

“It’s surprising how much beauty lies in even the tiniest of plants.”

Your eyes sparkled up at him in response; as if he were a beautiful rosebud basking in the sun with its petals swaying in the gentle wind. He didn’t want to let the moment go.

“I was thinking maybe you and me could — bloody hell!”

Fred’s eyes widened, a grin exploding onto his face. Before you could ask, he swiveled you to face the long anticipated miracle.

Your hand flew to your mouth, “Merlin!”

You bolted out of the greenhouse as Fred trailed closely behind. Hundreds of butterflies soared overhead; their bright orange wings sonorously fanning your skin. The steady breeze that flitted through the air could’ve soothed a thousand scorching summers.

You slowly reached upwards, allowing the dainty creatures to dance around your fingertips. You laughed at the sensation, and at the fact that you couldn’t help but cry.

You were levitating at the hands of one of Mother Nature’s finest masterpieces.

Fred was dazed and delighted standing there amidst the storm of butterflies. Despite this, he was careful not to encroach on a moment so destined for you that it felt wrong to impose himself on the memory.

You shook your head with laughter as you turned to face him, “Can you believe it?!”

He shook his head in disbelief, “This is wicked!”

“To think I might have missed it if it would have just been me in the greenhouse! I would’ve been finished hours ago!” you exclaimed, abruptly hugging Fred in the process, “Thank you, Fred! Thank you!”

And as if he’d done it a million times before, Fred wrapped his arms around you. The sweet scent of your perfume nearly intoxicated him, and the thunderous flight of Painted Ladies became his new favorite melody. The familiar sensation of butterflies fluttering inside of him consumed him yet again.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

You pulled away, your hands lingering on his arms. “Guess you better get going. Don’t want to miss the big match!”

“But I’ll see you in the stands, yeah? You promised,” he playfully reminded you.

“Definitely,” you replied, a warm blush flooding your face.

You waved goodbye as Fred started over the hill. He practically skipped towards the Quidditch pitch and recalled Trelawney’s famous claim: good fortune will be brought unto those who witness the great migration.

He hoped that was true.

And not because of the Quidditch match.

#fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #golden collection

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amazingmaeve · 3 years

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Neck kisses ━ p. parkinson

─ “i love it when you kiss my neck.”

summary ─ y/n loves it when pansy kisses her neck

request ─ a pansy smut requester with the numbers 22 27 29 please 🥺

warnings ─ smut (18+)

a/n ─ love writing for pansy!

word count ─

tags ─ @chokemepansy @faerabella @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

Soft kisses flutter against Y/Ns shoulder as she stares at herself in the mirror. Her hands explore Y/Ns body as she leans her head against Pansys shoulder. Y/Ns breath hitches as Pansys hands trace the top of her skirt. This wasn’t how this started with tender touches; it was much worse.

“I love it when you kiss my neck,” Y/N remembers saying to the Slytherin girl who was too preoccupied sucking and kissing her neck.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be for Y/N and Pansy. With Pansy being a pure blood with pure blood family who didn’t like muggles, which is what Y/N Y/L/N was. Pansy believed everything her parents told her, until she met Y/N. A bright witch the same age as her that made her heart flutter. Pansy didn’t know why she was feeling like that but she did.

Y/N and Pansy hated each other when they got to Hogwarts, with Pansy being friends with Draco and his little group and Y/N being friends with the golden trio. They despised each other so much that Y/N almost casted a hex on her in their third year when they were saying some crude comments about Harry.

“God I can’t believe how pathetic Potter is,” Y/N heard Pansy say loudly to his friends as she walked down the hallway. She tried her best to ignore them but they just kept getting louder and louder.

“Yeah and his mudblood friends along with the Weasley who looks like he can’t even afford the clothes on his back,” Malfoy smugly retorted looking at Y/N who’s temper just hit ten and felt like she was about to explode at the slytherins. They crossed the line when he mentioned her and Hermiones blood status.

“I know it's too bad those dementors didn’t take them away,” Pansy faked a dreamy sigh Y/N clenched her teeth walking over to the slytherins and took her wand out and pointed Malfoy but Pansy stepped in front of him. “Are you gonna hex me,” She mockingly said.

“Don’t test me Parkinson,” Y/N hissed gripping her wand tighter but deep down she knew she wouldn’t do it and she knew she shouldn’t waste her time on them but they just make her so angry.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall gasped out of shock at seeing one of her prime students about to hex one of her peers. “What is going on here,” She separated the two girls.

“She was gonna hex me,” Pansy faked a cry as crocodile tears cascaded down her cheeks. Professor McGonagall furrowed her eyebrows in confusion; she knew that Y/N wouldn’t have done this without reason but according to rules she had to be punished. Before Y/N could get a peep out McGonagall stopped her.

“Miss Y/L/N follow me,” McGonagall sternly said then walked away leaving Y/N to glare at the girl in anger before she swiftly followed behind the professor leaving smug slytherins.

That wasn’t their only fight. Over the years they kept making snide comments to each other which led to detention for both or one or the other, depending on the teacher. If it was Snape he would allow Pansy to walk off scott free and Y/N expected it with that teacher knowing he favored his own house.

The attraction towards Y/N didn’t start until their fifth year when she saw Y/N studying in the library. Butterflies erupted in Pansys stomach as she stared at the girl she detested for so long.

Pansy tried to shake that feeling off her since her parents would hate it if she got together with a muggle. But Pansy couldn’t stop staring at Y/N longingly as she studied in the library. The way that she bit her lip in concentration and she flipped the page and jotted notes down for the class. Pansy looked in awe but it soon turned to disgust as she thought the revolting things. She couldn’t like her. She spent these years hating her.

Y/N’s attraction towards Pansy started later that year (5th). She had just finished practice with Dumbledore's army and she caught Pansy looking at her. Once Pansy caught her a blush painted the cheeks of the girl who was starting which made Y/Ns stomach flutter. Why? Y/N thought to herself why is she feeling this way towards a girl she loathed for years.

It kept happening, Pansy staring at her and Y/N staring back which made Pansy look down in embarrassment.

“You’ll be doing this assignment in pairs,” Y/N heard Snape's cold voice which broke her concentration. Snape started to list off the pairs with his usual harsh tone. “.....Parkinson and Y/L/N,” Snape lists and Y/N’s head shot up when she heard her name being said. Of course it was with Parkinson. Once Snape stopped listing everyone went to their respective places while Y/N went to sit next to Pansy who had a sour look on her face.

“Don’t be so mad about it and let’s get this done and over with,” Y/N sneered a glare painted on her face as she got out her book and started to list some of the ingredients off while Pansy just rolled her eyes.

“Can’t believe I got paired with you,” Pansy muttered under her breath and even though under everything she knew that she was kind of happy to be working with Y/N but just didn’t want to admit it.

“You think I’m jumping for joy having to work with you,” Y/N says sarcasm dripping in her voice as she looks up to meet Pansys green eyes. “Because believe me I’d rather work with anyone but you,” She hissed.

For the first time in a while Pansy felt a pang in her heart. She knew she liked Y/N and hearing her say those words made her feel hurt. Like when she got in trouble for messing around with the golden trio but this made her feel even worse.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Pansy muttered her eyes focused on her paper as Y/N looked at her confused. It looked as if she had been sad but what would Parkinson be sad about, they’ve been squabbling ever since first year so why would this hurt her.

Over the next few days Pansy and Y/N have been meeting up for this project and Y/N felt like she was getting closer with the girl. They were joking around more often even though still making snide remarks. Y/N felt her heart race when she had to meet with Pansy.

Her friends often asked if she was okay working with Pansy and she always responded saying that she could handle her.

When the last sessions of them studying Y/N felt almost disappointment as almost though that she would miss working with Pansy. She met with Pansy at her dorm this time instead of her own. Everyone was gone at their classes or in the common room. But Y/N never got over the eerie feeling from the Slytherin common room.

She sat next to Pansy on her bed with green blankets as they finally had finished the assignment the Snape gave them.

“Finally,” Y/N yawned, stretching her arms, feeling her elbows crack. Pansy gave her a tight smile. Before a thought entered her mind this was the last she was going to see Y/N with nice formalities at least. So she decided to make the best out of this situation and lean in and kiss her.

The kiss surprised Y/N as she felt her kiss her, she didn’t respond at first which made Pansy retreat in disappointment but Y/N grabbed the back of her neck and gave her a kiss which surprised her. Of course Pansy kissed back as she put her hands on her hips tenderly massaging them.

The two of them caught for dominance as Pansy finally won and slipped her tongue to let it massage Y/N’s. Y/N moaned into her mouth feeling elated by this kiss. She has never kissed a girl and she has to say it's the best kiss of her life.

“Wow,” Pansy and Y/N said in unison shock going through their veins as they stared at each other with smiles. Pansy hid a smirk while Y/N shyly smiled. They both giggled and started to kiss each other again. That’s as far as it went for that a moment in time they just kissed.

Their first time was much more special.

Pansy and Y/N just kept sneaking around so nobody would catch them. Pansy stopped picking on Y/N and her friends but that didn’t stop Malfoy from doing it though. Even though on opposite sides of their friend group that didn’t stop the passionate moments between the two.

The first time was special to the both of them. It was one night where everyone went out to honeydukes leaving the two of them alone with a few wondering students who were minding their own business.

It was a magical night and after it all laid under the covers pleasured looks on their faces as they intertwined their hands smiles painting their lips. Y/N would never forget that night and neither would Pansy.

Which lead them to the almost the end of the year as they were cooped up in Pansys room where Y/N stood with Pansy behind her kissing her neck. Fingers tracing the hem of her skirt. A happy smile was draped onto Y/N’s as she enjoyed her touch. The tests this year were harder and which made her more stressed. So after every test was done Pansy and Y/N finally got some alone time.

“I just want to please you love,” Pansy whispered in Y/N’s ear making a shiver go down her spine as Pansys fingers finally seeped underneath the fabric of the skirt. Y/N was already soaking from all the teasing that Pansy had done and she smirked feeling her arousal.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me,” Y/N whimpered as Pansy’s fingers began to circle her clothed clit. Pansy hummed feeling the wetness come in contact with her fingers. She trailed her fingers under the panties and began to softly circle the swollen nub.

Y/N moaned when Pansy made contact with the sensitive part. She hated the effect Pansy had on her. Pansy began to rub faster and faster as Y/N could feel her orgasmt about to approach.

But then abruptly Pansy stopped and removed her fingers from her panties bringing them to her own mouth sucking the juices off them.

“You taste so good love let me get a better one,” Pansy seductively smirked bringing herself to her knees pulling Y/Ns panties down and throwing them across the room and she smirked at Y/Ns shocked reaction. Pansy rubbed Y/Ns thighs soothingly as Y/N herself clench around nothing feeling herself get more aroused. “You ready princess,” She whispered letting her breath fan across her pussy. Her skirt was lifted so it covered Pansy’s head.

Once Pansy’s lips wrapped around the swollen nub Y/N moaned loudly grabbing the back of her head and pulling on her hair. She breathed and moaned loudly as Pansy kept sucking hard on her clit. She trailed her fingers to the inside of her thigh and circled her entrance as Y/N closed her eyes from the pleasure.

Pansy entered her fingers and curled them so they hit her g spot and Y/N almost lurched forward as her fingers came in contact with that spot. And all the while her lips still around the sensitive nub. But not for long as she released her lips and pushed her skirt higher so she could see Y/N’s reaction and what she was doing to her pussy. Y/N clenched around her fingers as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

Pansy kept thrusting her fingers in while her thumb made its way to her clit and began to massage the sensitive nerve.

“I’m gonna cum,” Y/N whined as Pansy rubbed her clit at the perfect pace while her fingers kept thrusting in harder and harder and still kept hitting her g spot.

“Cum all over my fingers like the dirty girl you are,” Pansy said with a smirk on her face while she kept thrust and removed her thumb and brought her lips back to her clit and began to suck as well. That’s all it took for Y/N to moan out Pansy’s name loudly and to see stars

Pansy lapped at her sensitive nerve as Y/N came down from her high. Y/N let out a happy sigh as she finally reached her high. Pansy kissed up her body and made her way towards her mouth.

She wrapped her hands around her cheek and leaned in and kissed. As Y/N kissed her she tasted herself on her lips which made her clench around nothing.

“Don’t worry love we’re not finished yet.”

#pansy parkinson smut #pansy parkinson imagine #pansy parkinson x reader #pansy parkinson #pansy x reader #pansy parkinson blurb #pansy parkinson one shot #pansy parkinson headcanon #pansy parkinson x you #pansy parkinson x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter #harry potter imagine

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hogwarts!geraskier au

geralt is a hufflepuff and jaskier is a slytherin if you think otherwise be prepared to catch these hands. and maybe a lute.

geralt's appearance is very much meant to intimidate and jaskier's is meant to sooth. however, the sorting hat doesn't care about that. it cares about intent. jaskier intends to get famous. geralt intends to help people.

so picture this,

muggleborn jaskier who realizes he can literally enchant people with his music and wants to become famous. pureblood geralt whose father vesemir separated from their family when he was younger but takes in children that are unwanted in some way, be it birth/magic/social status.

the two meet on the train. geralt is sitting alone in a cabin and he's quiet and angry as a kid because his family didn't want him and his brothers are off somewhere having fun but he isn't sure he wants to go to hogwarts because he would much rather be at home with roach. he was scared he wouldn't be good at this whole magic thing, eskel had told him that's why his parents didn't want him so he may as well show up, not get put in a house, and take the train home back to roach. that's the plan anyways.

at least until he hears a commotion in the hallway of the train and sees two 3rd years holding a 1st year with wants pointed at him and wicked smiles on their faces and it doesn't matter that geralt's never cast a spell he's seen eskel and lambert practice movements and vesemir perform this one often enough around especially vindictive parents that geralt casts such a strong protego he sends the 3rd years flying and the small 1st year is staring at him with the largest eyes he's ever seen and a split lip.

geralt intends to just walk away because the 3rd years don't look like they're coming back and geralt honestly can't believe it worked except the other 1st year sticks his hand out and introduces himself as jaskier the famous musician! and thanks geralt for helping him and well no he didn't exactly have it under control and my goodness what year are you in because none of the older kids really wanted to help me the sods but you're much nicer than them aren't you and i don't really know how i keep getting myself into those sorts of messes and what magic did you just perform there? i've never done magic before! didn't know it existed until my parents got a letter and they were more surprised than me i guess by golly you are tall mr. oh my goodness i am so sorry i didn't ask your name, what is your name?

and geralt has a headache as well as a better understanding for why those 3rd years wanted this kid out of their cabin but also it's less lonely in his cabin now that jaskier is sitting next to him jabbering away and fidgeting a little because of the silence and geralt almost forgets he was asked a question but tells jaskier his name and is rewarded with more conversation and praise and if jaskier rubs his wrists where the other kids had grabbed him then geralt ignores it and definitely doesn't hand him a chocolate frog when the trolley comes around and smile a little when jaskier's eyes nearly burst from his head when the frog leaps right out of the box and into his hand. and then jaskier's sad because he doesn't want to kill the frog and geraaalt isn't that mean, to eat a real frog and geralt doesn't even get to weigh in that it's a fake one before the prefects walk around and remind everyone to change into their robes.

so geralt and jaskier are sitting again except jaskier keeps going on about his robes and then looks speculatively at geralt and asks if he knows anything about hogwarts. geralt says he has older brothers and sisters that have attended and have been sorted into every house. when jaskier asks him about the house system geralt tells him everything his brothers had told him, albeit haltingly. gryffindor is for the brave, slytherin for the clever, ravenclaw for the smart and hufflepuff for the loyal. jaskier asks how the hat determines which one you are and geralt says it reads your mind, talks to you sort of, asks you what you want in life. jaskier says he wants to be a musician and asks geralt what he wants. geralt says he wants roach. jaskier laughs and geralt prepares to be made fun of but jaskier says that's a wild name and asks what roach is and that it's so cool geralt has a horse or a foal because she's so little and goes off for a little bit before seeing the castle in the distance and sobering long enough to ask geralt if he thinks there's a bad house to get put in because he heard one of the older kids talking about slytherins.

geralt thinks for a moment because his brothers and sisters had been in every house. there were slytherins, gryffindors, ravenclaws, and hufflepuffs all over kaher morhen during the holidays, so many he was sure they could hold class on the estate and hogwarts need not open its doors. he knows that gryffindors are usually loud and boisterous, that ravenclaws are dedicated and single-minded, that slytherins always have a goal, and that hufflepuffs can always be found next to one of them. he tells jaskier that none of the houses are bad, that each one is different and that whichever one jaskier gets put in would be lucky to have him. slytherin just means you know what you want and you're determined more than anything to do it.

and suddenly geralt has his arms full of jaskier who is laughing and thanking him and telling him that he hopes they're in the same house because who wouldn't want to be in the same house as their very best friend.

geralt's eyes go wide because except for his siblings, who don't count, he hasn't ever had a friend. and maybe from the look on jaskier's face of wide eyes and an unsure smile he thinks neither has he. so geralt just nods and says even if they're not in the same house, siblings get put in different places all the time so it's not like they wouldn't see each other.

and suddenly they're standing in a hall with long tables and high ceilings and a short stool in the middle of stone floors while the headmistress explains some updates that geralt and jaskier are too nervous to hear but then the sorting hat sings a song about unity and trust and geralt elbows jaskier as if to say i told you so and suddenly he's sitting on the stool and talking to a hat.

another rivia. how interesting. you remind me of your father. geralt sits up straighter at that. the one thing vesemir had always refused to tell them was his own hogwarts house. he didn't want to admit to favorites. yes i can see that you would like that, or that you think you would like to be like your adoptive father. interesting. and yet the boy you met on the train earlier - jaskier, now there's a talkative kid if you've ever met one. and geralt remains mostly silent while the hat deliberates, he doesn't know if he gets to say anything or weigh in on the decision. of course you get a say. what house do you prefer? and geralt draws a blank. he doesn't know. supposes he doesn't care but that's not right he does care he just, never saw himself getting this far really. expected he'd be back home with roach by now and not actually having to pick a house. so geralt asks the hat which one is your favorite and the hat is surprised. geralt thinks its laughing on his head and then so much like vesemir before the hat shouts HUFFLEPUFF

and there's clapping when he steps down from the stool and he goes to sit at the table except jaskier hugs him and is smiling and geralt smiles back and says good luck and then he's sitting by kids dressed in yellow and waiting for his friend to sit beneath a hat.

ah. a muggleborn. jaskier. geralt's friend. you have an interesting mind. though i'm sure you know that. surprised you aren't talking my flaps off right now actually given how much i saw you talk in geralt's head. ah well. let's see. you want to be a musician correct? at the question jaskier startles and peeps a yes, because the hat didn't sound like it was saying things outloud but just in his head and it was a strange feeling and jaskier wanted to ask geralt what the hat said to him except the hat asked him something else which he didn't quite catch but he heard the laughter and then - yes your thoughts are so fast it's hard to keep pace, and i can read minds. well, given their speed and determination i guess we'll go with SLYTHERIN - the hat shouts and then jaskier is being wisked off to a sea of green.

and when the headmistress looks out over the tables and finishes her welcoming speech she claps her hands and says alright now off with you, arranged seating is only for the sorting ceremony, sit where you like

and geralt barely gets out an oomf before jaskier slams into him talking a mile a minute and geralt just smiles to himself and listens.

*sorry, these are always longer than i mean them to be. they’re too long to feel like a headcannon and too short to be considered a fic.

**not sure how/when to add yennifer sorry, maybe she’s a year above them and no one can figure out which house she’s in since she stole an outfit of each color because i wouldn’t put it past her

#geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #jaskier #geraskier #hogwarts!geraskier #slytherin!jaskier #hufflepuff!geralt #the witcher #hogwarts au #vesemir #eskel #lambert

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Author: Dying Romance

Dreary Days (81KB - 16 Chapters - R) The summer before her 7th year, Hermione’s mother passed away from breast cancer. Now back at Hogwarts, Hermione’s grades are slipping, she’s depressed, and hiding her mother's death. So how come on a dreary afternoon she tells Draco Malfoy?

Hermione's Hiccups (12KB - One Shot - PG-13) Draco Malfoy has had enough with Hermione Granger’s annoying hiccups. They have lasted all day and at this point he is willing to do anything, anything, to get them to stop. Even kiss the damn Mudblood.

On the Radio (24KB - Incomplete - R) Hermione is a host on the wizarding radio. She takes calls between songs & helps solve problems, ranging from friends to sex. Amidst all these callers is a man who doesn't give his name but calls every night. What will happen when she finds out its Draco?

Peeping Slytherins (50KB - Incomplete - R) “You mean to say this chalk draws doorways to anywhere we want?” Draco asked. Blaise nodded feverishly. “Alright then. Let’s put this to the test and draw a doorway to…hmmm…Granger’s flat.” Chaos and hilarity ensues.

Smile (108KB - 20 Chapters - R) “Do you like doing this to me?” Draco asked. “At worst, I feel bad for a while. Then I just smile,” Hermione grinned at his tears. “I go ahead and just smile.” She enjoyed making him hurt. Not your typical fairytale ending, atleast not for one of them.

The Theory (14KB - One Shot - PG-13) “I am not a lesbian!” Hermione said, exasperated. “Yes, you are. Just admit it. Millicent would love to have you,” Draco insisted. “I like boys!” He raised an eyebrow. “Prove it by kissing a guy then.”

#author: Dying Romance #published: 2005

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creatingquirks · 3 years

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omg hi!! i was wondering if i could get a quirk matchup? this is a really cool idea btw! here are my answers to some of your questions (and some extras because i’m... well, extra).

my astrology: cancer sun. virgo moon. libra rising. cancer mercury. cancer venus. pisces mars.

hobbies: watching tv. listening to music. hanging with friends. practicing makeup. online window shopping. making people laugh.

pet peeves: weirdly, i don’t think i have any specific pet peeves? i tend to get annoyed by everything. if i had to point out specific things that bothered me... maybe when people don’t listen to me or take in what i’m saying? i hate feeling ignored by people.

one thing i’m good at: making people laugh or expressing myself.

one thing i’m bad at: timing. i say things at the wrong time, always late or early, can’t tell time, whatever it may be. also terrible at math.

i’m an ambivert! i crave socializing, but i also love being cooped up at home.

it’s up to you if you would like to give me a quirk good in combat, i don’t really care! :)

mbti: isfp

enneagram: 4w5

enneagram tritype: 469

enneagram subtype: sx/so

character alignment: chaotic neutral

four temperaments: melancholic-sanguine

hogwarts house: slytherin

some significant personality traits: i’m very goofy, and never takes things seriously. extremely socially awkward. very open-minded and non-judgemental. i would say i’m friendly. hot-headed though, very short temper. can be co-dependent. shy. aggressive. flirty. overdramatic. very self-critical. i’m an ambivert. i can be obnoxious. appears very angsty. not very intelligent or bright, lacking common sense, book smarts & street smarts. can be impulsive. adventurous. clumsy. lazy.

some things i like: roller skating. photography. writing. car rides. smelling candles. rain. the beach. making new friends. aesthetic. practicing makeup. online window shopping. daydreaming. junk food. clowns. 80’s/90’s/y2k. emo rap. pop punk. classic rock. 80’s pop. hyperpop. adventures. clothes. making people laugh. astrology. personality typing. watching tv. tarot cards. horror movies. comedy movies. gothic stuff.

some things i don’t like, fear, hate: rude people. cruel people. any form of discrimination. country music. liars. spiders. bugs. ceiling fans. crowds. rejection. criticism. hacking. abandonment.

habits: biting nails. chewing inside of mouth. overeating. picking at eyebrows and eyelashes. scratching when nervous. playing with my hair. rocking back and forth. hard/excessive blinking. repeating phrases for fun.

dream job: psychologist. psych nurse. sober coach. mortician.

positive qualities: i’m a good listener. i’m able to make people laugh. i’m very honest.

negative qualities: i’m very temperamental. can be self-destructive. lacking intelligence.

talents: i’m good at listening, being expressive within my appearance, writing?

traits/qualities i admire in others: loyalty. honesty. adventurous. humorous. non-judgemental. friendly.

traits/qualities i avoid in others: rude. mean. cruel. judgmental and overly critical.

goals/aspirations: to gain confidence, be more spiritual, attend college, get a job, live on my own, overcome my personal and inner struggles, be more social.

love language: quality time or words of affirmation. i like to spend time with people i care about and i like when they reassure me that they care.

favorite color: black. blue. hot pink. neon green. dark green. purple.

favorite musicians: lil peep. eminem. nirvana. hole. type o negative. pierce the veil. falling in reverse. mother mother. mötley crüe. slipknot.

emoji’s to describe my aesthetic: 🤡💋💅🏻🦇🥀🪐🧃⚰️🚬⛓🔮🧸🛍💞🖤💒🏩📺🕯💎💉🩹🧺💌🎪🍓🍒🍷

fun facts: i have a dry sense of humor, like jokes that aren’t funny but the way i say it makes it funny. i dye my hair a lot it’s starting to thin. i live in sweatpants. i will like a song and listen to it for a week straight. i thought the first us president was george clooney. i can’t tell the difference between a nickel and a quarter. i once thought dinosaurs never existed. ran into a clothesline. fell into a river that went up to my neck because i thought it would only be ankle deep. i tried to explain a theory that technically if we emerge ourselves in the ocean, we physically become a part of the earth.

my appearance: i’m about 5’5. i’m chubby. i have split dyed, half black and half blue hair. shoulder length hair. i have brown eyes. i wear glasses. i have moles scattered in random places ( a lot taking place on my right cheek ). pale in the winter, olive skin tone in summer? rarely wears makeup but it’s dramatic when i do. rarely dresses up but it’s dramatic when i do. round face. usually wears sweatpants, pajama pants, tank tops, baggy ripped dirty shirts, slippers. hair is usually matted in a bun or down.

i hope all of this was useful! again, sorry for being very... extra 😅

Hi, hope you like this!

I give you..........

Valefor

Quirk type: emmiter

Quirk summary: you The ability to stop molecules and restrict a substances movement. This also gives ability to generate ice, which is done by stopping the movement of water in the air. Using it on a person separates there mind form there physical senses because of the time gap inbetween them. And it also gives the ability to slow down many different types of attacks.

Drawbacks: the objects you inflict will eventually speed up again. And you can’t reverse the effects of your quirk, only time can.

#bnha #mha #bnha quirks #mha quirks #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha matchup #bnha matchup

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Hi,i’m a caucasian girl and goes by she/her,bisexual,i’m 5’6 and average weight with straight dark brown hair.I’m a homebody and get panicked around loud noises.My love language is touch.I can be quite intelligent as well.I’m a gemini and a slytherin.I love to watch movies.i listen to anything except country.my parents are divorced and i had a brother who i lost recently.My family tree is very small aswell.i’m allergic to dairy and love to cook. Maybe shipped with marvel,harry potter,twilight❤️

MARVEL

I ship you with Peter Parker!

Peter wouldn’t actually have minded social settings if he hadn’t been so awfully bad at social interaction, but he has no problem with staying home with you.

On week-days, you go with each other home to study together pretty much every day, sometimes alone, and sometimes with Ned, When you’re alone, you usually hang out in your bedrooms where you’ve got easier access to each other through touch. You’ll lay on top of each other and have your limbs tangled together in all kinds of ways while you focus on your separate homework, sharing small smiles and looks every once in a while. When Ned is with you, you’ll usually set up a study group in the kitchen so he doesn’t have to feel left out, and so that you have the fridge close by since the constant chatter always seems to make you hungry.

Every Saturday you have movie nights with Peter, preferably with a theme that you’ll decide your clothes, movies, and snacks according to. On the first movie night you ever had, Peter brought the movies “Walk the Line” and “I Saw The Light”. He learned from his mistake.

Sometimes you invite Ned to join you, but when that happens you rarely get any actual movie-watching done but rather just talk through the entire movie. When he sometimes gets too loud, Peter just smiles at you and asks him to go get a refill of popcorn in the kitchen so that you can get some peace and quiet, and also some cuddling in to survive the rest of the night.

When the boys are building some new Lego-project you tend to get involved too, and at least once every time, your inner Slytherin really comes out when you and Ned disagree on which part goes where - leaving Peter to try to get in the middle before it gets too out of hand.

Both you and Peter show love through physical touch so you hold hands wherever you go, and I mean wherever. Always. When your relationship was still kinda fresh, Ned pointed out one time that he felt left out, and made a sarcastic comment that you should just glue your hands together. As a response, Peter took his hand, too. After that, he never complained again and just let you do your thing.

Aunt May definitely adores you from day one and once you start coming over to their place frequently, she stocks up on dairy-free products so you can eat whenever you want without having to worry.

You’ll help May with dinner when she’s home and when she’s not, Peter usually just stands by in an awkward manner while you do the cooking, handing you things at the speed of lightning before you’ve even gotten the chance to speak the whole word when asking for something, and peeping over your shoulder to see what you’re doing at all times.

He did try to get more involved with the actual cooking once and it didn’t go very well, so he tries to watch your every move in order to learn, because he really wants to impress you.

You help each other through your losses and family situations and you’re just generally good together, and good for each other. That boy would love you to absolute pieces and go to the end of the world just to see you happy.

HARRY POTTER

I ship you with George Weasley!

Fred and George are known to be big tricksters with little to no actual respect for their surroundings. If they want to play a prank on someone, they will - they don’t care if someone tells them no.

However, George has always been the more set-back, sympathetic, and down-to-earth twin. He does go along with all of the pranks and troublemaking that Fred initiates, but he has a bit more sense of when enough is enough and is just generally a bit better at reading the room than his twin is, and always respects when loud noises get too much for you and it’s time to stop.

Does he love playing pranks and running around getting into trouble? Oh, yeah. It’s basically both his and Fred’s entire personality. But you do a good job at keeping him grounded and give him just the amount of calm that he needs to balance out his otherwise wild personality.

Contrary to what one would believe because of said personality, he loves being alone with you and is basically turned into another person when you’re laying in bed, him with his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair.

And it goes both ways. He would be soooo loving and tender with you, looking after you every second you spent together, making sure you’re never uncomfortable by whispering in your ear asking how you’re doing, if you want to go somewhere else when you’re in loud places, and sneaking in a few cheeky jokes here and there to get you to laugh. He’d always be trying to make you laugh.

People in his inner circle might have been a bit wary to a start since you’re a Slytherin - especially Fred - but they learn pretty quickly that you’re good to and for him and George would just be completely whipped for you. You could get him to do anything with one single smile - even his schoolwork, much to his own dismay.

You’d make him very happy, keep him grounded and Molly would love you both in general and for providing at least one of her trickster-sons with some peacefulness.

TWILIGHT

I ship you with Leah Clearwater!

Leah is, just like you, a very big homebody. She hates going out and socializing and the fact that you’re sensitive to loud noises gives her the perfect excuse to be able to get out of going to rowdy parties without being accused of being a bore by the boys.

Just like with Peter, you and Leah would also be able to relate to losses and broken-up families and I feel like you’d just provide each other the best kind of support.

She’s generally kind of a quiet person, doesn’t really talk nor open up much to anyone, not even family, but I feel like she’d be a lot more open with you because I really think she’d be completely comfortable and not have to pretend to be someone she’s not.

Sue would absolutely adore you for giving Leah an outlet like no one has succeeded in before, as would Sam and Emily because all they’ve ever wanted is to see Leah happy.

Seth would just adore you in general from day one, but he’d especially love your cooking. Leah would probably have to pry the excited pup away from you every time you came over and most likely, knowing her, get a bit jealous if you spent too much time with her family because she’d want you to herself as much as she could - preferably every hour of the day.

(I really hope you like these, that they were what you were looking for and I’m so sorry for your loss😔💔 I lost my brother, too, three years ago so if you ever need to talk, I’m only a message away. Lots of love💕)

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A draco x m! reader A soft fluff w/ slight angst. Draco wanted to confess to the reader, but regarding his condition, he can't. The reader overheard him talking to someone, and tells him how he feels, Draco then explains his situation, and the reader promises to help him out, hoping for the most positive outcome for them, and Hogwarts. (Can you make the reader slightly older than Draco?)

A/N: Not gonna lie, got a little carried away and made it longer then I thought. But I really enjoyed writing this ask, I hope its what you asked for. Readers house is not specified so people can think of their own houses.Word count: 1,474

It was late and Y/N was walking around the abandoned halls and corridors of Hogwarts. It was a full moon, the moon light collided with the old stone making it shimmer under Y/Ns feet, he couldn’t help but look at the floor and twirl watching the sparkles disappear under his shadow then reappear just like stars when a cloud passes by.

Hushed whispers stopped Y/N in his tracks. No one should be up, hell he wasn’t supposed to be up but the stress of N.E.W.Ts kept him tossing and turning and he could feel his roommates patience’s quickly grinding down, so he went on a walk. As Y/N tipped toed closer the hushed whispers became panicked. “Blaise, I can’t help it. I’m in love with him but I’m bad for him.” said a distressed voice. Y/N wanted to leave, why should he care about a younger years love crisis?

But his feet refused to cooperate, and he stayed. He peeped his head around the pillar just to get a quick look at the boy who was having an identity crisis and his draw dropped to the floor, the boy having a private crisis was none other than Draco Malfoy. Y/Ns ears began to heat up and turn red and his cloak felt far too restricting, he just listened on in a very private conversation between two of the most privileged Slytherins at Hogwarts. It didn’t matter that Y/N was a seventh year, Blaise would happily kill a witness, Y/N was beginning to think facing the wrath of his tired roommates would have a better outcome then this.

“He’ll never notice me. Y/N is too kind, too gentle to return my feelings.” Plot twist, Y/N thought.

“Maybe ask him to help tutor you?’”

“I can’t do that, he has his N.E.W.Ts to revise for. He’s always in the library studying, I sent a house-elf to give him a muffin and hot chocolate when he was close to ripping his hair out once.”

“Wow. You really like him huh?”

Y/N took the silence as Draco nodding. His heart beat loudly in his chest, his blush creeping down to his neck.

“So,” Blaise started again, cracking his knuckles. The loud noise piercing the silent night, making Y/N cringe, “Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“Because, it will hurt him.” Draco said, voice laced with sadness. Y/N frowned, he would never expect a Malfoy to actually like someone let alone him of all people, Y/N was a bit of an introvert outside his friend group, preferring to wonder around with his head in the clouds. So, to say Malfoy noticed him is shocking ordeal.

“How will it hurt him?” Blaise pressed on.

“The Dark Lord will remove anything that will distract me from killing Dumbledore.” Okay, Y/N was not expecting that, evident by the gasp he let out. Before he could run, he was blinded by a light and a growl, “What are you doing out of bed?” Once Y/Ns eyes adjected to the violating light he lifted his head and sheepishly shrugged, “Getting water?” Y/N cursed his awkward lying skills. “Blaise who is- Y/N?” Draco’s eyes widened as Y/N looked to the floor guilt flooding his system. Y/N opened his mouth, but Draco beat him to it, “Blaise leave us.”

“But-”

“Leave!” Blaise lowered his wand and Y/N bowed his head in thanks, turning his head to cautiously look at Draco who was already looking at him tears in his eyes. Once Blaise had left Draco dropped his head and scratched the back of his neck, “please let me explain.” his voice cracked. Y/N nodded and took the smaller boys’ hand in his own before pulling him to the secret stairs he was sat on moments ago.

The stone felt cold beneath him, but Draco’s surprisingly warm hand kept him from complaining. The blond boy refused to look up from where his shoes met the ground so Y/N put his index finger under the boys’ chin and tilted his face up so he could look him in the eye. “As the guy you’re hopelessly in love with,” Y/N said dramatically causing Draco to smile slightly, Y/N carried on. “I feel as though it’s my duty to help you.” Draco gave a sad smile and moved his head, so he was looking at the ground once more. “You’re not my boyfriend, you don’t need to help me.” Y/N felt his heart leap, he smirked before cupping Draco’s cheek and lifting his head again. “I’m not your boyfriend yet” Y/N smirked in triumph, Draco’s usually pale cheeks adorned a pink hinge to them. Y/N leaned in a bit closer, testing the waters, when he knew Draco wouldn’t push him away and hex him, he placed a soft, delicate kiss onto the other boys’ lips. Y/N slowly pulled back but a hand on the back of the neck stopped him. Draco, with his eyes still closed, gently pressed his forehead against Y/Ns his face was completely relaxed, and Y/N felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him.

Y/N grabbed Draco’s hands, his face hard and serious. “I’ll do whatever I can to look after you until I graduate okay?” Draco chuckled dryly and shook his head, his hair swaying softly from side to side, Y/N had a strong urge to run his hand through his hair. Draco sighed, “you know there’s a war coming, people are beginning to go missing I don’t want you added to that list.”

“Unfortunately, there are casualties in war.”

“Yes, I know that but he’ll either kill you or make me do it and I don’t want that!” Draco groaned in frustration, putting his head in his hands and groaning once more. Y/Ns eyebrows knitted together, pulling his lip between his teeth in deep thought until he gasped and shoved Draco slightly who lifted his head and glared at the clearly excited seventh year. “Well go on, what got you excited?” Draco rolled his eyes, sitting up straight so he could look at the older boy. Y/N clapped his hands together, “Why don’t you come live with me during summer? They won’t be able to find you. I live up North, it’s far from kings cross we’ll fly.” Draco stared at him, Y/n couldn’t tell if it was from disgust or if the Slytherin boy was actually thinking about it. Draco shook his head once more. “They’ll find me.” this time it was Y/N who sighed.

“And how could they possible do that? Accio doesn’t work on people.” Y/N laughed but stopped once he saw that Draco was playing with the sleeve of his left arm. Draco looked at Y/N once more, tears collecting in his eyes “Please don’t run away.” he whispered, a tear spilling over his cheek. Y/N tore his eyes away from Draco’s face and grabbed his arm before pulled his sleeve up; a dark mark. His mark

Oh. “oh.” Was all Y/N could manage.

“I’m sorry” Draco whispered more tears flowing down his cheek. Y/n collected the smaller boy into his side, Draco instantly tucked his head under Y/Ns chin. Y/N could feel his bed shirt getting damp from Draco’s tears but decided to rock and hush him instead of making an awkward joke. His brain didn’t listen though. “Hey maybe we could cut the arm off. Call it a freak accident. Maybe Madam Pomfrey could regrow it like she did with Harrys bones? Then you won’t have the mark.” Y/N laughed at the idea but stopped when Draco sat up again, cheeks puffy but with no sign of humour written on his face. Y/Ns smile dropped, before he could apologise Draco pushed the older boys’ chest and threw his head back and laughed. “That is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. Even Weasley could come up with something better than that.” Once Y/N recovered from the whiplash Draco gave him he sat up again and shrugged, “Was just an idea.” he muttered. Draco looked back, his eyes softening. He rested his head against Y/Ns shoulder, “thank you. For not leaving and listening. Maybe I could tell my father that I’m spending the summer with a friend. I don’t want to be like them.” the last part came out as a whisper, but Y/N heard, and it broke his heart. He wrapped his arm around Draco’s shoulder, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head before resting his head on top of his soft blond locks. “You are nothing like them Draco. You’ve always been good, you just needed someone to lean on to see that.”

“Thank you.” Draco whispered again. Both boys looked up at the moon and relished in each other silent company. There was a war coming, everyone could feel it but with Y/N by his side Draco felt a little bit braver.

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