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Say Something... (Draco Malfoy)

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Summary: Ron Weasley's twin sister gets torchored by death eaters and her boyfriend Draco struggles to get her to talk while also helping her family take care of her.

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Everything hurt....

You were covered in bruises and burns. Though it felt like half of your brain was no longer working as you felt yourself becoming more and more numb, you reckoned you were gonna survive, at least with a dozen or so scars. You winced feeling every bone in your body ache and burn.

Your throat burned and felt like sandpaper. Unknowingly your blood stained hands rubbed your throat. The dry and scratchy feeling isn't what hurt though. You sighed feeling the emptiness of your neck. The death eaters had taken the ring you wore on a Chang on your neck. That should be the least of your problems right? But it was the ring Draco gave you. It was a reminder of what or who you were protecting.

His broken voice filed through your fried brain... At least you think it's his. Your heart clinched at the sound of his voice but your brain seemed to not process it.

“this is my mess... I can't let you do this”

“the spell is already done, Draco. I’m your secret keeper. Besides, I don’t need you to let me do anything.”

“You could die! You realize that? You could get tortured! You know what happened to the Longbottoms!”

He felt small and useless that day. He knew he couldn't stop you... What killed him was he knew he couldn't protect you. For a moment Draco thought that there was no one in the world who would dare challenge you on this or that no Death Eater would ever go near you with the intent to torture. He knew no one would be able to convince you other wise.

Not even your brothers...

“please don't do this...” he said feeling weak.

Your feet crunched on the wet grass, and the cold only served to soothe your suffering for a few more moments as you walked to the door of the burrow you called home. In the distance you could hear Ron and Draco arguing. That was nothing new, the two had never and probably never will get along.

It took a while but your Family did welcome Draco into the family with open arms. He felt safer in the burrow than he did in his own home. The twins and excepted it first and tried their best to be friends to Draco and soon the three became closer than you expected. And of course your mother Molly treated him like one of her own which overwhelmed Draco at first but he grew to appreciate and love it.

Vaguely, you heard George defuse the squabbling boys, asking if anyone heard that. Through your dark clouded mind you knew that if didn't speak something bad would happen. If you did speak the same outcome might happen. I tried to call out to the voices but nothing came out. If you didn’t say you were there and that it was all still safe they might finish what the Death Eaters started.

The idea of that seemed to be too much, and before you knew it you felt your leg give out underneath you as you stepped forward, and the ground rushed up to meet you as your vision went black.

The arguing stopped, you knew that much. You could hear a familiar voice call out your name on the distance. A door open and slammed shut. The force made you jolt in fear but your body didn't move. Your fried brain had been wired to tell your body it's time for more pain.

You wanted to flinch and protect your body but you felt too weak to move.

“Y/n!”

the harshness of an unforgiving curse wasn't shot through your vains. Nor was the harshness of a fist. What was felt was gentle hands cradling you to his chest. It felt like Ron... You think. Your brain didn't seem to have it on file but something was telling you it was your over protective twin brother.

He looked down and spoke softly. “hey, what happened? Who did this?” Ron looked up and saw the the rest of the residents of the burrow file out. Fred stopped in shock seeing his little sister all beaten up. George left his twin and raced over to the youngest pair of twins.

Ron looked up to the group with tears flooding is eyes. “who did This! What's wrong with her!” he shouted. The other stood there speechless.

After cooling off and his brain was thinking rationally he walked outside to see what the commotion was about. Draco's chest tightened at the sight that was before him. His Love all bloddy and hurt in her brother's sobbing arms.

“no!” he shouted and ran to her. He fell to his knees in front of Ron who was still holding her. Draco wasn't one to cry in front of people who wasn't you but he didn't care at this point. He sob and tried to take you but Ron wasn't having it. Not thinking straight enough to agrue with your brother he stared at the wet grass and punched it with anger. The fist being used only made him angrier. It was the fist that was attached to the arm that once held his death eater mark. It was gone after a painful process that you were against. The scar that remained only reminded him you were in this situation because you were protecting him.

Your father tired to take you inside but Ron flintched away. It was the first time ever anyone saw Ron shout at your father. “don't touch her”

Draco didn't even try. He knew Ron blamed him and he wouldn't be surprised if the the whole family did. Your mother tried to reason with Ron but he just protectevly picked you up and kept everyone away as he took you inside. Everyone quickly followed...

Except the numb Slytherin who was on his knees Sobbing. Your mother who so desperately wanted to a follow and care for her daughter stayed behind. She knew Ron would probably hex the next person who came near you. She also knew her son well enough to know he was waiting for it to be Draco.

“I'm so sorry” Draco sobbed out to the red-head mother. “I never wanted her to do this for me... I'm sorry” Mrs. Weasley knelt down next to him and hugged him trying to calm him down.

“its not your fault” she spoke softly.

It's not your fault

But in his mind he knew it was...

You could not think. You could not feel. It was not until a few moments later when you felt your body gently senk into a familiar couch. The old creaky couch never felt so good. someone with vaguely familiar feeling hands was kneeling next to you, pulling you up to sit and pressing a glass of water to your lips that you finally began to feel everything rushing back.

It hurt...

Everything hurt so much...

Draco watched silently next to the door frame in the kitchen. He kept his distance as he watched your brothers take care of you. He felt relieved Ginny was out With Harry not wanting the young girl to see her sister in pain. Feeling he over stepped his leave and the tension was an unwelcoming feeling that told him he should leave but the sight of you made him plant his root right where he was.

If no one would let him near you he'd watch you like a hawk from a far making sure no one hurt you.

It was all too much. you could see the familiar red-head boys in front of you, your poor brother George with just one ear. Ron sat next to you with tears in his eyes saying things that you could hardly make yourself hear. You saw everyone except one... You didn't move but your E/c eyes scanned around the room for the Blond Slytherin you swor to protect.

Your mother followed your eyes and she just knew what you wanted. Your crying brothers isn't what you need. She walked over to Draco who had his head down and was hiding behind the blond hairs that fell over his eyes. She placed her hand over his shoulder to get his attention. He looked at her with red puffy eyes.

“she needs you right now”

Draco gulped and knelt down front of the couch you were laying on. Ron gave him a death glare and opened his mouth to say something but your father put his hand on Ron's shoulder stopping him.

Draco gently took your hand and kissed it softly as he whispered. You knew he was asking what happened, hoping you would say it was nothing while Ron seemed much less optimistic. He was fuled with rage.

You wanted to say something but you couldn't.

It was all too much... And you were scared.

Your shaking hand could hardly hold on to Draco's pale one. His other one moved to hold that weight of your cut up and bruised hand.

You took in one long breath, and released it. There was a part of you saying to keep fighting. That you’d come this far. That talking couldn’t be that hard! You’d gotten tortured for information and fought off a pair of Death Eaters for Christ's sake! Talking to your boyfriend and your brothers would be easy.

Saying all of that was right.... Right?

It would be kinder to your brothers...

It would be better for Draco..

But it hurts.. So, so much.

The pain wouldn't leave. Feeling every ache, every burn, and cut made you feel vulnerable and useless... You didn't want to talk or even think.. Everything felt muffled and faded.

You layed there wondering if you should force yourself to snap out of it before you decided that it simply was going to hurt too much right now to do that. To talk. To relive it all. You looked up at Draco and the sounds you were hearing didn’t seem to match up with how his lips were moving. He seemed frantic. He looked so scared that it was just one more jab to your stomach.

You closed your bruised eyes not wanting to see Draco so distraught. No, you didn't want to feel anything anymore.

Draco nor your brothers knew what to do. Ron found you passed out in the yard after a heated argument between Ron and Draco. There was large gashes in your shirt that showed a wounds on your chest and sides that while obviously not lethal, seemed to be pouring out a lot of blood.

There was bruises and burns all round your neck and arms.

There was a long cut on down your left eye that made Bill's stomach turn.

“Y/n? I need you to talk to me. What happened? Are you alright?” Draco tried his best to seem calm, and to speak in a soothing manner but even he could hear the fear in his own voice. “please,Darling.”

He was vaguely aware of Fred and George on the other side of you, making quick work of your wounds. One of the benefits of being a children of Molly Weasley meant that they both had quite a bit of experience with healing spells. Not as much as their mum’s, but more than enough to pull you through.

“y/n..” a small voice suddenly appeared. They all looked up aside from you and saw Ginny covered her mouth and tears fell fast. Harry stood there speechless as he tried to comfort Ginny. Your mother quickly moved away and tried to move Ginny and Harry upstairs. Ginny tried to fight to see you but she gave up breaking in Harry's arms.

“Love?” Draco's throat felt tight, as he watched your eyes glaze over-you were still looking in his direction, seemingly at his face, but Draco got the sense that you were no longer really seeing.

Ron moved to her line of sight with a defeated look “Tell me what happened.” you didn't answer and your eyes trailed back to Draco.

he smoothed out your hair, pressing a kiss to the matted, bloody mess. Eyes squeezed tight he waited with baited breath for you to speak until he felt your father squeeze his shoulder.

“What happened?” Draco knew of course. It was quite obvious what had happened to you, but that didn’t keep him from wanting to deny what was obvious. He looked up at your father with tears.

George looked at your boyfriend sadly. “She was tortured, and now we’re going to patch her up.” he could already hear Draco about to wonder aloud if you’d turn out like the Longbottom’s, and quickly nipped that in the bud. “Let’s get her cleaned up and into bed. She’ll feel better then, and maybe she’ll start talking.”

That seemed to give both Draco and Ron a spark of hope. Wrapping one arm around your shoulders, and slipping another under your knees, Draco lifted you up and carried you towards the bathroom. Ron tried to follow but your father stopped him and your mother went.

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You hadn’t talked since you've been home. It had been ten and a half days, and you showed no more sign of speaking than you did on that first night.

Your wounds had been mended or were healing, all going well. Draco dutifully changed your bandages twice a day, and helped clean you off at night. He made sure you ate thrice a day, drank plenty of water, and stayed close to you the entire time.

Draco constantly spoke to you.

It's the most you've ever heard him talk in the burrow. He was always afraid he'd over step and he was always afraid he'd say the wrong thing. if you were in a different situation you'd be proud of him.

Draco would talk About anything that came to his mind. The boy was quickly becoming used to saying whatever his first thought was that came to him. Fred and George noted rather sadly that their sister's boyfriend's thoughts seemed to be running in sad circles as the days added up.

Draco didn't give up on you though.

It reminded George a lot of when you were a child and you would talk to the stuffed Dragon Charlie got you. In his mind he could almost hear what the response would have been.

“how are you feeling, Love?”

Silence

You were gazing at something on the far shelf in your room- Draco followed your line of sight and it landed on a medium sized Green dragon plushy. He pointed at it but you didn't saying, just kept staring at it thinking about.

Draco got up from his spot next to you and retrieved the stuffed dragon. “is this what you want?” you didn't respond but squeezed it tightly as soon as he placed it in your hands. You held it to your chest and hid your face in like a small child would when they were scard.

It felt comforting to hold it again. You haven't slept with since 3rd year but it was always special to you because Charlie gave it to you.

Charlie... He probably doesn't even know what's happening at home.

Draco looked down at the dragon and slightly smiled as he fiddled with the soft wign. “remember the voice I made up for him in 2nd year? I'd always annoy you with it but deep down I knew you thought it was funny”

You didn't respond only held the dragon tighter. Draco sighed and pulled you into his lap, and could almost feel you wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in the neck like always... But you felt like a raggdoll. You kept your arms around the stuffed dragon but you mechanically rested the side of your head to his chest.

“please talk to me” Draco whispered. He even thought about making the dumb stuffed dragon talk like he did when you were younger. But he didn't want to treat you like a child.

“please...” His voice cracked, as he began to shake. It was starting to get hard to remember how your voice sounded, something that shook him to his core.

“Say something... I-I’ll give you anything you want just say something.” he said more desperately.

More since filled the room. Dead quiet.

“just talk... Please...let me hear your voice”

He sounded horribly pathetic, he knew that, and he didn’t care. If it meant you’d start talking again he’d fall on his knees in front of anyone. If it meant you came back he would do whatever was requested of him.

Fred and George came up from the basement and stared sadly at their little sister and her boyfriend. “Draco, when was the last time you got any sleep?” George asked.

Draco didn't awnser and kept his eyes on you and only you. “Malfoy, why don't you get some sleep” Fred added.

The twins' suggestion was met with a immediate shake of Draco’s head. “I’m not leaving her.”

“You’re not leaving. You’ll be going to bed. I can get Y/N’s dinner ready and Mum will help her get changed. You need to sleep, Mate.” George noted, that your eyes slowly seemed to be coming into focus instead of gazing far away you finally looked as if you were noticing things in the room.

He wondered, for a moment, and he didn't make any indication he was gonna move. Fred let out a long breath.

“Go to bed.” George said as him and fred walked over to Draco and very gently, removed you from his lap. “we'll take care of her.”

George held your hand as You teetered between the realms of seeing and unseeing. Understanding and not knowing. Everything seemed to be muffled. You weren’t entirely sure who you were anymore.

“y/n, Darling?” Draco said softly. You looked at the ground not saying anything. Like I said you weren't entirely sure who you were anymore but you knew one thing...

Your name...

Draco was about to leave but you mindlessly followed. He stopped and you looked up at him. one of the first responses you’d been able to give in a long time. He felt a bit of hope in his chest. All you knew was it was his bed time.

You didn't speak but handed him the stuffed Dragon and shuffled back to the twins. He looked down at it button eyes as his chest tightened. George took your hand and tried to led you into the kitchen but you didn't move to far. Fred stayed behind with draco.

Fred patted his friend's shoulder. “See? She heard you. Go to bed. She’s getting better day by day.” Draco silently nodded and walked upstairs with the dragon still in his hands.

You followed Draco with your eyes, brow crinkling as things began to fit more together. There was a gentle tug on your hand and you looked to see George smiling at you a bit knowingly. “Let’s get you some tea, alright? I’ll fix dinner.”

“come on sis” Fred added following his siblings into the kitchen.

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Draco silently walked up the stairs in to the room he always slept in when he stayed over.

“how she doing?” Ron's voice said making him look up. The Slytherin shrugged fiddling with the Dragon. Ron looked down at it as well felling his chest tighten. With Ron and you being twins that dragon was just as much part of his childhood as it was yours.

“haven't seen him in a while” Ron said referring the the toy. Draco shrugged. “she was staring at it this morning... I thought she'd want it... Then she gave to me when George told me to go to bed”

Ron sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets while leaning on the wall. “I'm sorry for being so awful to you”

Draco looked up at the red-head. He let out a depressing chuckel. “I would be nice to me either... And I deserve it” Draco tried to finish his trip to his(your) bed but Ron stopped him again.

“you've changed” That made Draco stop and turn back to Ron. “she saw the good in you... And I just held a grudge... I was so bloody pissed when you started dating her and I couldn't let myself see you weren't that bad”

Draco nodded and gave him a genuine smile. “no harm done Mate” he held out his hand to Ron. Your twin slightly smiled and shook your boyfriends hand. Ron awkwardly nodded. “I'll just let you get back to it” Ron walked passed Draco and down the stairs.

Ron walked into the kitchen to see his twin and the older set of twins. For the first time ever Ron felt sick to his stomach and had no appetite. He just silently sat down next to you as George set a cup of tea in front of the both of you.

The tea burned your tongue when you sipped on it and almost as quickly as you pulled a face George set a glass of ice water in front of you for you to sip on. Ron set the hot mug away from you a bit and whispered.

“let it cool down a bit”

You stared at the steam floating above the hot mug as your tongue burned. It felt like there was going to be a blister there.

Even though it was more pain.... At least You were starting to feel, again.

You looked at Ron with doe eyes but he wouldn't look back. He sadly looked at his mug and kept quiet. He was your Twin, why wasn't he looking at you...

After quite some time of not knowing or understanding much you were able to start fitting things together.

You were Y/n Weasley...

You'd been torched and Draco and your brothers were talking care of you.

You looked up and stared at George and Fred's backs as they stood at the counter. You thought about how Draco had, For a number of days, been asking you to talk to him and was becoming increasingly more hopeless and weary.

“is Draco gonna be okay?”

our voice was shot. Your vocal chords were still terrible from so much screaming but you’d spoken, and The boys had heard you clear as day.

Ron had spit out his tea in surprise and the George dropped a plate on the floor.

George turned to you. the boy you knew as quite goofy and rather cocky, with tears in his eyes. There was a rather grateful smile on his face. Fred closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Ron on the other hand hugged you tightly and let out a sob of relief.

“He’ll be just fine.” George smiled.

It was only after feeding you, and extracting a few more words from you that Ron took you upstairs. Asking you to talk only seemed to make you more quiet, and the boys were quick to note that. Ron led you to your room, and gave you a grin, “Why don’t you get ready for bed, and I’ll send in Draco to help you with your bandages. Is that okay?”

He took a nod gladly. it was a large improvement from this morning, and closed your door so that you might have some privacy.

“Draco” Ron swung the door open and Draco looked at Ron with a bit of confusion. He set up from the bed and tossed the stuffed dragon he'd been staring at instead of sleeping to the side.

“what wrong? Everything okay?”

“she talking” Ron said softly.

He was up like a lightning bolt. “What?”

“She’s talking. Not a lot.. but a bit. Asked me if you were alright. Asked the twins how the joke shop was doing. Said thank you for dinner.”

“why didn't you say anything?” Draco said brushing past the red-head and towards your room. He stared at the closed door for a few long moments before finally knocking.

“come in” he heard softly. He let out a sigh of relief. Thanking Goddrick he could hear your angelic voice again.

He quickly grabbed the door knob to support his weight for just a bit as his knees tried to buckle underneath him from relief.

Tears were all ready falling...

Draco was a fearsome sight indeed, when he entered your room. His eyes had heavy purple bags underneath him. He looked thinner than you remembered. His blond hair was longer and not fixed to perfection like always.

His hands were shaking along with his shoulders and all together he looked so fragile right then... lot like a porcelain doll. Something that could be easily smashed to bits.

You were sitting on your bed, fingertips running over the textured of the sleeve of the sweater your mother made you. “Are you alright Dray?”

Slowly, he approached you... like he was scared you would dissapear. When he finally got to the edge of the bed where your legs dangled off, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist. His ear was pressed against your ribcage and one of your hands rested on his arm while the other played with his platinum Blond hair.

“Darling...” he cried.

He held you tighter as you hid your face in his hair. “are you okay Dray?”

Draco nodded and held you closer and allowed himself to break into sobs as relief flooded him. “I'm okay Love... We're okay”

Yes... They would be okay

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semicolonsspace · 2 years

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Characters from Harry Potter; Their love language.

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

Harry Potter:

Acts of service & Quality time

Acts of service:

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

Quality time:

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

Ron Weasley:

Physical Touch & gift giving!

Physical touch:

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

Gift giving:

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

Hermione Granger:

Acts of service & Quality time.

Acts of service:

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

Quality Time:

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

Luna Lovegood:

Quality time!

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

Neville Longbottom:

Words of affirmation!

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

Draco Malfoy:

Act of service & Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation

Acts of Service:

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

Physical Touch:

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

Words of Affirmation:

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

Fred Weasley:

Physical touch & Words of Affirmation!

Physical touch:

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

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

George Weasley:

Words of Affirmation & Quality Time!

Words of Affirmation:

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

Quality Time:

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

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vnderoos · 2 years

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with every seed you sow ✧ sirius black

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THE MARKS THAT Y/N Y/L/N HAD RECEIVED on her last Transfiguration exam were ghastly compared to her usually outstanding work. There was just something about the material that Professor McGonagall had been teaching the last few weeks that she just couldn't seem to grasp. Even her friends—the Marauders, they preferred—had all done better than her, even Peter, and they chose to spend their free time partying or wreaking havoc on the rest of the castle. Perhaps that was why McGonagall had agreed to let her retake the test in a week's time, as long as she'd received tutoring from the student who'd received the highest grade.

And, of course, that was how Y/N ended up in the library with one of her dark-haired friends—surprisingly—through dinner on a Friday night. Their textbooks and note-covered pieces of parchment were splayed across the wooden table, as evidence that they'd already been there for hours. "Sirius, please," she groaned for the umpteenth time as he snuck his wand out to twirl a tendril of her hair around it and she ran her hands over her face in what she hoped looked like annoyance, but the hint of a smile on her lips would give everything away if he noticed. She should've known that with how close he was sitting beside her—so close that she could smell his cologne—that it would never get past him, and it didn't. "You know, if I'd known you were going to be like this, I would've put my request in for Remus, instead," she told him half-heartedly, trying to press her lips into a thin line to fight her grin, but he'd already seen it.

Sirius slipped his wand back into his robes and threw his head back in a laugh, his mouth stretching out into a grin—one that showcased his nearly perfect set of teeth. She could feel her cheeks heat up slightly at the sight of it, almost confused as to whether he'd gotten this handsome overnight or if she'd just never noticed until now. She had early spent time with him alone—away from the others—so the latter definitely made sense. Or, maybe, it was all just some sort of weird trick her mind was playing on her as payback for hours of studying. That seemed more likely. "We both know you like it when I bug you, Y/N/N," he pointed out, a crooked smile settling on his lips once he'd gotten his laughter out of the way, and he reached out a slender hand to wind a lock of her hair around his index finger this time.

She shot him a look, despite the sudden racing of her heart, and she reached up to take his wrist in her hand, her resolve faltering briefly at how warm his skin felt beneath her fingertips. She covered her sharp inhale with a deep sigh and unraveled her hair from around his finger, trying to recall a moment where he'd been this touchy with her in front of the others, but coming up short. "Not when we're meant to be studying, Black," she drew out and she gently pushed his hand back towards his own body with her cheeks ablaze, trying to tell herself that his signature smirk was not having some out-of-the-blue effect on her, because it wasn't. It was the same smirk she'd seen him give countless other girls, so it absolutely wasn't. She was just a bit hazy from having her nose in her textbook all afternoon.

Sirius let out a huff of amusement at her answer, clearly satisfied, and he propped one of his elbows on the table, leaning his chin into it. "So you do like it?" he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N widened her eyes at him. "Are you thick?" she asked, gesturing to the materials that littered the wooden tabletop and she lifted her hand like she was about to swat him. "I'm saying you need to—"

Sirius pushed himself off of his hand when hers lifted and he wrapped his long fingers around her wrist, leaning in towards her. He used his other arm to brace himself against the back of her seat. "Relax, Y/L/N, I'm kidding," he whispered and she could feel his breath against the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and his dark eyes stared intently into her own. She'd never realized how quickly he could take the breath from her lungs without even trying until then and she could hear her heart pattering in her ears. "We'll keep studying, if that's what you want," he muttered lowly, his thumb tracing semi-circles on her wrist and leaving trails of fire in its wake.

She nodded, swallowing thickly as she did, and she couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening to her as she looked into his eyes. He was entirely unreadable, but she was sure her emotions were written in bold, black letters on her forehead. "It is," she managed quietly, averting her gaze from his because she couldn't take it any longer, and she pulled her hand gently out of his grasp.

Sirius let her with no qualms, but he left his arm around her chair. "Very well, then," he said, turning his head back towards his book, and she got an inkling feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing when he placed his free hand on her knee instead, tapping his fingers against her skin. Part of her wanted to knock his hand off of her leg, but the other part of her liked the warmth it brought, so she listened to the latter and let her hand rest gently on top of his own to keep it in place.

Y/N could see him turn to look at her out of the corner of her eye after that. "Thank you," she all-but-whispered and he nodded, giving her knee a soft squeeze. It was unbeknownst to her that the little tug in her lungs that followed was the first bud of many that a painful, unrequited love would soon bring her as it bloomed inside of her chest.

—

Slivers of golden sun seeped through the curtains in the dorm room that Y/N shared with Lily Evans the following Monday morning, stirring her from a less-than-sound slumber, and she rolled over in her four-poster bed. She hadn't seen Sirius much over the weekend, the last proper time having been their little study session, and oddly enough, she was looking forward to another one later that night. It was a strange feeling, even considering thinking about Sirius Black as more than a mutual friend, but it wasn't unwelcomed. Maybe spending time with him alone again, instead of letting the thought of him bounce around in her head all day, would ease some of the tightness that had been building up in her chest.

Of course, she'd have to make it though breakfast with the rest of the crew first.

She let out a loud sigh and lifted her hands up to her face, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "G'morning, Y/N/N," Lily hummed from across the room. "It's about time you've woken up. I nearly left for breakfast without you," she pointed out and Y/N shot up quickly, almost certain that the girl was pulling her leg. To her dismay, Lily's freshly laundered robe hung loosely off of her body, covering her neat uniform, and her red hair fell smoothly over her shoulders. Wondering how long she'd slept in, Y/N glanced at the small clock on her bedside table.

Her eyes widened as she did and she practically threw her red covers off of her body. "Dear Merlin, Lily," she gasped, tugging her fingers through her hair to brush it out the best she could on a time crunch, and she hopped hurriedly out of bed. "Hit me with a pillow next time I sleep in, please," she said through a nervous laugh, tugging her pajamas off and rushing to get her uniform on while Lily laughed.

"You don't have to move at the speed of light, Y/N/N," Lily pointed out as Y/N slipped her arms into her sweater, running out of stamina rather quickly from throwing everything about, and she poked her head through the hole. Lily sputtered out another laugh at the fact that she'd reminded her of some sort of mole rat with that mannerism. "I'm sure we'll still beat the boys, even if we are a few minutes late," she reassured her, crossing her arms over her chest. "And I can braid your hair if you'd like, so you don't have to style it," she offered and she took a couple steps over to her dormmate as she finished getting dressed, watching her adjust her red and gold tie one last time in the mirror that was propped up beside her bed.

Y/N nodded and she pulled an elastic out of her bedside table. "That would be lovely," she accepted, passing the black band over to Lily. "And you're right about us beating the boys. I forget it takes Sirius ages to do his hair," she joked, leaning her head back when Lily pulled her hair over her shoulders, separating it into three sections softly. That's probably why his hair looks so bloody lovely all the time, she thought to herself, staring at a pattern on the wallpaper absentmindedly.

She heard Lily let out a huff of amusement and she tugged on her hair softly. "Lovely?" she repeated and her sneaky smile carried into her tone. Y/N's cheeks flushed red when she realized she'd made her little comment out loud. Blast. "Funny that you say that, really. What was it that he said you called him just last week, hm?" Lily pretended to think about it while her fingers moved nimbly, tossing one bit of Y/N's hair over the next. "A 'loud, greasy, little mongrel', was it?" she teased, knowing full well that had been exactly what she'd called him.

Y/N could feel her cheeks flare further, and she could see their warm color in her reflection. She pressed her lips together for a moment as Lily tied off her braid before she shook her head, turning around to point a stern finger at the girl. "Hey, I only said that because Slughorn kept looking at us during his lecture and he would not shut up," she defended herself, picking her bag up off the floor as Lily went to do the same. "I didn't mean it. I happen to like his hair, actually. It's," she paused, shrugging her shoulders, "pretty," she finished and she stuck her chin up slightly, like she was proud to say it, and honestly, she kind of was. She couldn't tell you how many times she'd thought about twirling her fingers in it, just as he'd done to hers the night of their first study session.

"Oh?" Lily's eyebrows lifted as the girls made their way towards the door and she nudged Y/N gently in the side with her elbow when they started down the staircase. "What else about Sirius do you happen to find pretty?" she questioned, a teasing lilt in her voice, and Y/N's heart started pounding in her ears. She let out some sort of garbled noise and she glanced over at the girl with wide eyes. Lily burst into laughter at the sight, her lips pulled back in a perfect grin.

Y/N pushed her way out of the portrait hole, "Oh, shut it."

"You're rather defensive this morning," Lily observed when they started down the corridor, making their way towards the Great Hall. "Or maybe, you're just getting defensive about him," she theorized, leaving his name out now that they were immersed in a herd of other late students, all headed to breakfast.

"I'm not getting defensive about him," Y/N retorted, guess what, defensively.

Lily hummed, "Really? Because it seems like it to me. What happened during your study date?"

Y/N shot her a look that was contrary to her brightening cheeks and fluttering heart. "I'm not getting defensive about him, alright?" she repeated in a firmer tone, ignoring the heat of the growing pressure in her chest and the butterflies in her stomach. "And it was not a study date, it was a study session, and nothing happened. It was nothing," she told her, tucking her thumb underneath the strap of her leather bag. She was holding out and she knew it. Lily knew it, too, but it wasn't like she was just going to blurt out all of her newfound feelings when she didn't quite understand them herself, even if they had been germinating all weekend.

"Well, if you say so," Lily conceded.

Luckily, she didn't push the topic any further as they walked through the large doors and into the dining hall, making their way over to the Gryffindor table. Peter and James were sitting a little less-than-peacefully with Marlene, all of them immersed in noisy conversation as the two walked up.

Marlene tilted her head up at the sight of them and she flashed the girls a wide-eyed look. "Oh, thank Merlin," she sighed in relief as Lily slotted herself beside the blonde and Y/N slipped in comfortably beside Lily. "I can't believe you two left me alone with these nitwits," she said, her voice slightly teasing as she nodded towards the two out of the four Marauders that were settled on the opposite side of the table.

Y/N let out a soft laugh as James' hand smacked over his heart and he feigned offense, his eyes flickering to Lily like he was making sure she was watching him as he did. "Marlene, I wholeheartedly assure you," he paused, moving his hands to clap Peter sideways on the shoulders, "that whatever Wormtail did to upset you, he didn't mean it," he finished—teasingly, of course—and Peter made a show of rolling his eyes, pushing the boy's hands off of his shoulders as he did. Lily cracked a small smile as the scene unfolded, but she tilted her head down in a weak attempt at hiding it.

"Sorry, Marlene," Y/N apologized with a half-grin on her face as she knocked James gently in the shin with her toe under the table. He exaggerated a wince and threw a dramatic glare in her direction, but her smirk only widened. "I slept in a bit, otherwise we would've been here to keep this madman in check," she said, nodding towards James, who laughed mockingly before kicking her back. Her head snapped towards him again and she was about to say something unladylike, before someone interrupted.

Sirius had waltzed up to the Gryffindor table, in all of his Adonis-like glory, while everyone had been distracted by James's antics, accompanied by a bedheaded Remus, and it wasn't until he nestled in beside Y/N that anyone even noticed him. "Morning, everyone," he greeted as Lupin took a seat next to Peter and Y/N jumped at how close he sounded. Y/N's gaze snapped to Sirius's elbow, which then brushed up against her own, and she trailed her eyes up his shoulder to meet his own. "Morning, darling," he added and the way that he singled her out made her chest ache. "You're a bit of a spitfire this morning, aren't you?" he joked, knocking his knee against her own and she swore her heart skipped a beat.

"I was just—" she started, but she cut herself off when she felt her cheeks burning with pigment. She found it unusually hard to breathe as she tried to string her words together, opening and closing her mouth like a fish. She used to get crushing anxiety when she was younger, and she chalked her faulty breaths up to its return. "Good morning, Sirius," she found herself mumbling when she couldn't form one coherent thought that wasn't about how dashing he looked that morning. She'd been right about his hair, she realized. It was bloody gorgeous, shiny and black as it framed his sharp facial features beautifully, the ends brushing the tops of his shoulders. She felt Lily's hand creep towards her over the tabletop, pinching her forearm roughly, as if to snap her out of her trance, and she cleared her throat. She patted Lily's hand once in unspoken gratitude and she flashed the raven-haired boy a closed-mouthed smile, her chin dipping down in borderline embarrassment.

After watching Y/N struggle with making a fool out of herself, her friends returned to conversation amongst themselves and if Sirius, too, had noticed her blatantly gawking at him, she felt lucky that he didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed a pumpkin muffin from one of the golden platters in the center of the table and dropped it onto his plate. Her eyes followed his hand to his lips as he kissed a few crumbs off of his thumb and she felt her stomach flip. Her cheeks tingled in a sudden fluster and she blinked up at him.

Sirius must have noticed the way her eyes lingered on him, because a small smirk graced his pink lips, sending shivers through her body. She was quick to divert her attention to the food, placing a couple of sausages and a cluster of strawberries onto her plate. "Did you sleep alright?" he questioned lowly, peeking over at her. "You seem different this morning," he added, loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough so that their friends couldn't.

His observation was enough to startle her in itself and she shook her head quickly. Merlin, if she wasn't careful, he would find her out before he even finished eating. "I'm not different," she assured him, sucking in a slow breath as if to quell her nervousness. She was usually so comfortable with him around, but their encounter that past Friday had screwed it all up. Damn him and his unwitting charm. "I slept fine, did you?" she countered, almost hoping he didn't so she could pin her odd behavior on his lack of sleep.

He nodded, "Beautifully, actually."

Of course, he had.

She mimicked his nod, before forking a bite of cut-up strawberries into her mouth.

There were a couple beats of mildly uncomfortable silence, before Sirius looked over at her once more. "Aren't you going to ask me what I dreamt about?" he questioned and she lifted her eyebrows at him when she turned to meet his gaze. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made her feel like he was baiting her into something.

Y/N sighed and peeled the paper off of her muffin. "In that case," she said, glancing back over at him, "what did you dream of, my darling Pads?" she questioned as blandly as she could, drawing out her joking little nickname for him.

A smile spread across Sirius' face like someone had dragged a butterknife over it and he let out a laugh. "'My darling Pads', I like that. It's really rather cute coming from you," he teased, eliciting an eyeroll and a bit of a blush on her end. "But, since you so desperately wish to know, I dreamt of you and our study date later. We're still on for that, yes?" he asked her, having gone through much too elaborate lengths to do so, and she let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head despite the smile that played on her lips.

"You're insufferable," she told him through another small laugh and he flashed her a teasing wink. She ignored the way that it made her heart flutter and she nodded, "But, yes, if you're still up for it."

"Of course, I am. You won't flunk on my watch," he promised.

Y/N gave him a huff of amusement. "I'm eternally grateful," she deadpanned, satisfied with herself when his lips quirked up at her comment, and then, their banter died down for a while.

They sat in silence, arms brushing occasionally, as they listened in on their friends' conversations, and Y/N kept sneaking small glances at Sirius when she felt he wouldn't be looking. Fortunately, he never was, but she felt less so whenever her eyes would follow his to a pretty brunette at the Ravenclaw table every so often. Every time they did, a part of her longed for him to look at her that way and her heart sank.

Only when Y/N saw him wink at her did her chest feel like it was caving in entirely. It was a bit startling, actually, how it felt like something actually shifted inside of her, and she couldn't help but bring one of her hands to her chest. "Well, as fun as it's been with you all, I think I've got more pressing matters calling my name," Sirius spoke up after a bit longer, flashing a beaming smile at Y/N and the rest of his friends. "See you for our study date later, Y/N/N," he hummed, knocking her in the arm with the back of his hand, and before she knew it, he was up and walking away from them.

Y/N felt winded as she watched him walk away, like the breath had been vacuumed from her lungs, and she panted slightly as she glanced over at Lily. The redhead, having already been looking at her, offered her a sympathetic smile and she squeezed her hand softly. "Is it really nothing?" she mouthed, bringing back the topic of their exchange from earlier, and Y/N shook her head.

It was never nothing.

Lily's hand squeezed hers a little bit tighter, and contrary to Y/N's earlier belief, her study session with Sirius that evening only made her chest feel tighter.

Another seedling of one-sided love sprouted in her lungs that night.

—

As the cool autumn months ebbed into those of cold winter, the pressure in Y/N's chest only worsened. Even in late December, she still blamed it on anxiety—factoring in the few months before exams, her ever-so-hopeless crush on Sirius, and the impending war looming over everyone's heads—terribly clueless of the way her feelings were quite literally taking her over. It was nearly Christmas, now, and though the hallways were three-fourths empty, lacking the students who'd returned home for the holiday, she still found herself sitting in the common room with her friends.

Y/N was sitting sideways on the couch, her feet resting over Lily's lap, and Remus was settled into an arm chair in the corner of the room, while James and Peter wrestled each other in front of the fire place. "Good lord, I've never seen something so pathetic," Lily muttered as the boys gripped each other's arms, attempting to bring the other to the ground, but their strength seemed so evenly matched that they just seemed to stand in place.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at Lily's words, her eyes trained on the two boys in front of her. "They're trying so hard," she said, another laugh bubbling up from her stomach, and she leaned into the couch cushion as she snickered.

"If Sirius were here, they'd never hear the end of this, I guarantee it," Remus piped up from across the room, and at the mention of their dark-haired friend, her laughter stilled. If only Sirius were there. She felt Lily place her hands over her shins, rubbing them softly in a knowing manner, as she grimaced. Sirius had been with them through the morning and a fraction of the afternoon, but as the sun started to set and the sky darkened, he'd found something better to do.

Or someone, rather.

She'd seen him jogging to meet her in the corridor, his girl of the week, with her blonde hair and golden brown eyes. He'd taken all the air in her lungs, plus some, with him. It had been all she could do for her lungs to focus on anything else but him since then, she'd felt, but she knew it had only been a matter of time before someone said his name and the feeling would creep right back up on her. It was haunting, almost.

"He definitely would've intervened by how," Y/N hummed, forcing the thought of Sirius with that Hufflepuff girl out of her head, and she let her eyes drift back to the wrestling boys. "Maybe we should take a page out of his books and raise the stakes, yeah?" she suggested, looking back at Lily, and a lightbulb went off over her head.

Lily furrowed her eyebrows, as if she knew it was going to be something she wouldn't care for, "Raise the stakes?"

Y/N nodded. "If James can pin Peter down in the next minute, I say, you go on a date with him," she hummed, loud enough for the boys to hear, and they stopped moving instantaneously.

Peter glanced over at them with widened eyes, looking between them and their messy-haired companion. James, on the other hand, stood straight up and puffed his chest out a little, brushing his hands over his white button down to smooth out the wrinkles. "Are you being serious?" he asked, his gaze flickering between the girls.

"Um." Lily's lips parted as she glanced at Y/N, but she found herself nodding slowly, anyways, as the girl urged her to agree. "Well, I suppose we are, but only because I have extraordinarily little faith in you, Potter," she told him, her tone almost playful as a slight grin made the corners of her mouth quirk upwards.

The grin that spread across his lips was nearly blinding. "Brilliant," he beamed, glancing over at Peter and nudging him in the arm with his elbow. "You hear that, Wormtail? I'll be taking Lily to Madam Puddifoot's in no time," he hummed, earning an eyeroll from the small boy beside him.

Peter sighed, "Well, what if I win?"

Y/N blinked at him, as she really wasn't sure what he was all that interested in. He was rather quiet most of the time, so she didn't know him quite as good as the other boys. "I don't know, Pettigrew," she admitted with a shrug. "A chocolate frog or something?" she tried sheepishly.

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? That's not even close. What if I—" Before the poor, unwitting lad could even finish his sentence, James hooked an arm around his neck and used his body weight to all-but-slam him against the floor. Peter let out a surprised yelp, but he hardly made a move to fight back as James planted a knee on his chest to keep him pinned down. He looked between Peter and the girls, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. Poor kid never stood a chance. "You're a right tosser," Peter groaned, winded, and they all erupted into laughter. Lily placed her hand on her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut as she giggled, Remus was doubled over on his armchair, and Y/N was hanging off of the side of the couch, her stomach bubbling with belly laughs.

She could feel her cheeks turning pink as she did, but her laughter was quite short-lived compared to everyone else's. She spared a couple more chuckles before she felt a sharp pain in her chest and she sucked in a breath, bringing her hands up to put pressure on her sternum. She let one of her hands stay as the stinging travelled up her throat, but she used the other one to cover her mouth as a wet cough crawled out of her throat. It was almost painful as it did, like she'd been incubating a cold for a while, but it made sense when she recalled the vigorous snowball fight that they'd all participated in only days prior. She'd returned to her dorm with her clothes soaked through, so it had really only been a matter of time before one of them came down with something.

The laughter around her ceased not long after her own, and Y/N could feel the worried gazes of her friends lingering on her. "That was hearty," James pointed out, having stood up now, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you alright?" he questioned, taking a step towards her in a way that was almost protective of her, and she nodded.

"I'm fine," Y/N promised with a bit of uncertainty, propping herself up into a sitting position. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the table beside the couch and she spread it over her hand. "I think I'm just coming down with—" Another onset of coughs overtook her before she could finish and she placed her hand over her mouth, hacking into it. Her lungs stung as she coughed something up, feeling it shoot into the tissue, and she pulled her hand away to inspect it briefly. She felt a little uneasy when her eyes saw what it was. It was hard to tell when it was covered in mucus, but it didn't seem quite rounded. The edges of whatever it was were a bit fringed, and it was a yellowy color, with hints of red at one end. She swallowed thickly and folded the tissue up before anyone could ask questions. "It's probably just a cold," she assured them, getting up to toss it away.

Everyone let the topic go, seemingly satisfied with her explanation, and they all joked about her spreading germs as she continued to cough through the night. It wasn't until she found herself in the girls' bathroom before bed did she really feel nervous.

Y/N felt unusually tired as she trudged her way into the lavatory. She sighed, almost in relief, when she realized it was empty, which was no surprise considering the time, and she braced herself against the sink. She hadn't realized how achy her limbs had started to feel, how raw her throat felt from the coughing, or just how tight her chest felt when she was with her friends, but now that she was alone, it was all pressing down on her at once. She took a look at herself in the mirror, probably the first time she'd paid such close attention to herself in a while, and she was surprised to see the way that her under eyes were dark and hollow. "Godric," she muttered to herself, reaching up to touch her skin. She even looked like she had come down with something.

Deciding she would see what magic a long, hot shower could work, she started to strip herself of her clothes. She'd barely gotten her shirt off when another fit of coughs came out of nowhere. Her chest clenched in an instant, her lungs on fire as she coughed. These hurt more than the last and they were a lot less sporadic. When she'd coughed to the point where she felt like her sternum was cracking, something happened. Hunched over the sink, she coughed up another glob, larger this time, and she spit them into the washbasin. Her heartrate picked up nervously when she realized this one was coated in blood.

She could see the same sort of rigid shapes in it, so she separated it with her index finger, and she realized that they weren't just shapes—they were petals. She recognized them as those from a striped carnation, something her grandmother used to grow in her garden before her passing.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she looked up at herself in the mirror once more, her eyes widening as she looked at her bare chest. She was a lot paler than she remembered being, and there were faint black lines spreading underneath her chest like roots. She lifted a finger to trace them and she swore she could see one of the lines stretching as she did.

This wasn't like any cold she'd ever seen before.

—

The cold days of December bled into January's soon enough, meaning the winds had grown harsher and the corridors had grown fuller with every student returning back to the castle to finish out the year. Unfortunately for Y/N and Sirius, that also had meant that Hogsmeade had grown busier again. She always forgot how quiet it seemed when it wasn't bustling with students, but as the two of them headed into town, she was quickly reminded now that it wasn't.

Y/N adjusted the pale purple mittens on her hands and looked over at her black-haired friend as they maneuvered themselves around a group of Slytherins and met again when they'd moved past them. "Bloody busy today," she grumbled, when she was close enough to Sirius again that their elbows brushed. Even through the her puffy jacket and his wool coat, she could feel it, and her cheeks grew warm. She cursed herself silently when they did.

Even in the new year, she hadn't escaped her feelings for him.

"Well, at least I'm not dead," Sirius hummed, jostling her arm with his own while a small smile played on his lips. Y/N couldn't help but manage one of her own, even if she did jerk her arm away from his a bit. She recalled what Sirius had said when they'd been back in the common room, sitting lazily beside each other on the couch while the rest of the Maurauders were nose-deep in their textbooks. He had moaned something about a butter beer and how he'd been craving one so, terribly, awfully badly and he'd probably just die if they made him go alone. Lily and James had eagerly volunteered Y/N—who had felt too restless to study, anyways—just to get him to shut up, but now that they were alone together, she wasn't quite sure that she hated it. "That's what matters, right, darling?" There was a note of playfulness dancing in his low voice.

She couldn't help but let her lips tilt into a crooked smile. "Maybe," she started with a slight shrug of her shoulders, her voice a bit hoarse from this month-long cold, and she pushed her shoulder into the boy's side gently, "although, it is much less quiet with you around," she finished and his nose crinkled, while his large hand was brought to his chest, long fingers splaying out over the cable-knits of his sweater. Her cheeks remained warm as a quiet chuckle spilled from her lips.

"You wound me, love," he joked, stopping in his tracks. "You know you fancy my words of many wisdoms," he continued, his hand falling from his chest, and he tucked it into his coat pocket instead, tugging it tighter against his back.

Y/N had stopped with Sirius and she quirked an eyebrow up at him. She crossed an arm over her chest and tapped a purple-mittened hand against her chin. "Do I?" She pretended to think, narrowing her eyes slightly. They continued to stare at each other for a moment in a slow-settling silence, until she dropped her act and smiled at him. She could feel the stretching of the pressure in her chest, the one she'd grown all-too-familiar with in the last few weeks, and it seemed to spread in wisps around her lungs. "I think you're right," she admitted.

Sirius let out a hum of content at her response and gave her a proud smirk, studying her face for a moment. "Man, you really are easy on the eyes, Y/L/N, you know that?" He questioned, reaching up to brush a tuft of her hair out of her face, and his cold fingers brushed against her cheek, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She could physically feel something lurch inside of her chest, and maybe this is what they meant when they said unrequited love was painful. Her heart was hammering so loudly in her chest, she almost forgot to listen when he said, "but that voice of yours had grown quite manly," he finished, and her eyes blew wide.

All the mushy-gushy was immediately forgotten and she stepped forward to smack his arm lightly. "Are you serious?" She exclaimed, suddenly very conscious of how gravelly it sounded, and she grimaced.

This bloody cold.

He threw his head back in a laugh, black hair shaking about, and if she wasn't offended, she would've marveled at him. "Yeah, Sirius Black, and you?" he teased, pulling his hand out of his pocket to extend it towards her, and she shot him a look. He huffed in amusement, a soft grin playing on his face, and he used that same hand to clasp her shoulder. He gave it a squeeze and leaned closer towards her face, as annoyed as her expression was. "I'm kidding, darling, your voice is lovely," he promised in a manner meant for only her to hear.

Y/N felt warmth spread through her cheeks and up to the tip of her frozen nose, and a little blossom opened in her chest, and she couldn't help but notice how his eyes sparkled in such close proximity. She swallowed thickly, but maintained her façade all the same. "It'd better be, Black," she said.

He merely smiled. "Well," he said, his eyes searching her own. "I was really hoping for a 'my darling Pads' again," he finished, recalling an encounter from weeks prior, and only then did he pull his face away from her own. She let out a small laugh at that, surprised he'd even remembered that, and then, he looped his arm through her own, leading her forwards once again. "But really," he hummed, lightly pinching at his throat with his free hand, "couple shots of firewhisky'll clear that right up," he told her.

She couldn't help but shake her head at him, unable to hide the grin that crept onto her face. "This your way of saying you want to get me drunk, then?" She teased back, her eyes quickly flickering to the sign hanging above The Three Broomsticks and back to him.

"Well, we've got to make sure James knows he missed out somehow," Sirius chimed with a quick wink, sliding his hand down her arm to take her mittened paw in his fingers, and he pulled her through the door. Right from the start, the place was whirring with tipsy wizards and witches alike, huddled together in their respective groups and chuckling with rose-dusted cheeks, but there were plenty of tables open. The lighting was a bit dim, but given the darkening sky, that was understandable, and Sirius began to lead her further into the building. He nodded to an unoccupied table in the back of the room. "Why don't you sit down and I'll get us some drinks?" he suggested, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go.

Y/N nodded, forcing herself to ignore the fact that his touch lingered on her hand even through her mitten, and she offered him a parting smile before she made her way towards the table. Her shoes stuck to the floor with every step, courtesy of the residual alcohol, but she didn't notice it much when she sat herself down at one end of the table. She crossed her arms over the tabletop and looked over at Sirius, big hands in his coat pockets as he waited for the bartender to acknowledge him. She rested her chin in the palm of one of her hands.

Sirius, from the time Lily had introduced them, had always been one way—loud, filthy-tongued, and up to no good—when James and Peter were in earshot, but when it was just the two of them, well, he was still up to no good, but he was softer and more gentle. She had come to feel like in those rare moments when they got to spend time alone together, he was at peace. She always wondered if he was just so used to the girls at Hogwarts falling at his feet, that maybe he enjoyed spending time with a girl who—infatuated with him as she was—treated him like a regular person.

Even looking at him know, the boy seemed completely content.

He was stepping up to the counter, a grin stretching across his face and his hands moving from his pockets so he could speak with gestures. She studied the way that his lips moved, wondering if she would ever get lucky enough for them to kiss her, and the way his eyes shone in the flickering lantern lighting. Her attention drifted to his cheekbones, lovely as ever, and the crinkles of a smile just above them in the corners of his eyes. Those were her favorite. When Sirius smiled, he smiled with his whole face and it was, without a doubt, heart-melting.

His hair, too.

Merlin, she'd always loved his hair, even before her heart longed for him. It had always been kept rather long, framing his face perfectly at any given moment. What she really loved about it, though, was when he was studying, or writing a paper, it was just long enough to fall over his cheeks and annoy him. She loved watching him thread his hands through it. Oh, and his hands—

There was a prick of pain in Y/N's wrist that stirred her from her thoughts and she let out a hiss, her body jerking into a more upright position. She was quick to rip her woolen glove off of her hand, dropping it into her lap. In the center of her wrist, a bud has sprouted through the surface her skin. It waited a moment before the petals spread open, blooming in front of her eyes, and revealing a small, yellow carnation with a reddish center. Her eyes widened slightly and she brushed her thumb over the flower, tilting it a bit to confirm that it was, in fact, growing through her skin.

She pinched the stem of the flower between her fingers and pulled, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through her wrist. She removed the small flower, roots and all, leaving a small spot of blood in its place, like tearing off a hangnail. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she placed the flower in her hand and prodded at it. The petals were just like the ones she'd been coughing up, but she didn't understand how they'd gotten into her body in the first place. She struggled to inhale a sufficient breath as the pressure in her chest made itself just a little more noticeable, and she could feel her heartbeat pick up in the slightest.

She wasn't all too sure that this was just a cold anymore, but before she could dwell too much on the subject, Sirius set down a tea saucer filled with shots and two butter beers. "What's that you've got?" he asked as he situated himself across from her, nodding towards the flower in her hand, before his eyes flitted back to her own.

Her eyebrows lifted at his question and she shook her head, tucking the flower into the pocket of her coat and hoping he wouldn't pick up on the fact that she was nearly breathless. "Nothing important," she said, shrugging her coat off all together and setting it beside herself on the bench. That feeling in her chest was crushing again. She could feel it all the way in her shoulders and stomach now. "Who've you got all those for?" she deflected, gesturing to the half a dozen shots between them.

"Oh, right," Sirius beamed, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face, and he tilted his head at her, strands of his hair deciding to follow. "Two for me, four for you," he said, already starting to split them up between the two of them.

Y/N scoffed lightly, recalling when he and James had snuck a few handles in last Christmas and she was already giggling after two. "How come I get four?" she questioned. "Seems like you've got it backwards, Pads," she defended, sliding two of her shots back in his direction.

The black-haired boy covered her wrists in his hands and stopped hers halfway across the table. His eyes met hers in a challenging gaze. "Darling, one of us has to get absolutely smashed tonight, and the other one of us has to live to tell the story," he started, before a laugh started sputtering through his lips, "and I'm sorry, love, but I'm a bloody good storyteller." He couldn't even help it at that point but break into full laughter, pushing her hands back towards her chest slow enough as to not spill the shots. She shook her head lightly at him, but she stopped her protest all the same.

"If you insist then," she hummed, and Sirius pulled his hands back into his personal space. "I'm a terrible lightweight, though, so if anything bad happens, you're to blame."

"Oh, I remember," he said without missing a beat. "You'll be alright, though. If we get you drunk enough to fall on your arse, maybe it'll knock the cold right out of you."

Y/N picked up one of the shot glasses and tossed it back, downing it all in one go before she had the opportunity to smell it and chicken out. She wrinkled her nose as the amber liquid made its way down her esophagus, burning all the way down. "That's right foul," she muttered, flipping the glass upside down and placing it back on the saucer. "Gives me a bit of flashbacks," she said.

Sirius laughed. "Just reminding you of the end goal," he teased, before grabbing a shot himself. He tilted his head back and swallowed the liquid in an instant, setting his empty glass next to her own.

—

As the night went on, their drinks disappeared one by one, and then some, until Y/N was hiccuping in her seat. She'd begged Sirius for another round of shots about an hour before, and he'd only brought back four that time, claiming his had worn off in the few hours they'd been there already. It was certainly past curfew then, but sneaking into the castle wasn't unfamiliar to him. Y/N was at the point then, that as she downed another shot, she couldn't even feel the sting anymore. She flipped the small glass over in her fingers and placed it with the others. "I," she started to hum, lifting one of her fingers up at him and wiggling it about, "think you," she continued, letting a small giggle out, "should get me more," she finished in a slur, falling into another laugh, and she lazily propped her chin up with her hand.

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at her, all-but-fighting the amused grin trying to spread across his face. He was far more sober than he would've liked to be at that moment, but if he were to get her home safely, they couldn't both be out of their right minds. "I," he mimicked the pattern of her speech, "think you," he waved his finger at her, too, "are getting cut off now," he said, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Hearing those words come out of his mouth felt like someone insulted her mother in that very moment. "What?" she asked, sitting up a little straighter and throwing her hands up in protest. "Why?" She dropped her hands, palms flattering against the table tops in only half-serious outrage.

"Think we've got to start heading back, darling," he hummed. "Gonna be a lot harder to bring you back if you drink yourself into a coma on me."

She let out an exaggerated sigh, staring at him through a haze of drunkenness. "Leaving already?" She pouted. "I was having fun," she protested weakly, puffing her bottom lip out and hoping that maybe he might cave enough for one more round, but she had no such luck.

Sirius only laughed, before gathering their mess in one place on the table to make it easier on whoever cleaned up after them. "Y/N Y/L/N having fun?" he repeated lightly, furrowing his eyebrows together as he slid out from the wooden bench he'd been sitting on and sliding his thick coat back on over his broad shoulders. He shook his head at her as he did, pretending to mull over the concept. "I don't buy it," he admitted teasingly, before walking around to her side of the table.

Y/N looked over at him as he bent down across her lap to grab her coat, his face centimeters from her own for a moment, and her breath hitched in her throat. It returned once he had pulled away, scooping up her coat, and leaving her heart fluttering in its place. "Well, you should," she slurred, hoping it didn't sound as rattled as she'd thought, but she was too tipsy to think much of it, so she stood up instead.

"Really, now?" Sirius drawled, his lips curling up in a crooked smile that he made minimal effort to hide, and he ran his fingers over the lining of her coat, opening it up. He held it up in a way that signaled for her to turn her back to him. "And why should I do that?" he questioned softly as she held her left arm up just high enough for him to slip her puffy jacket over shoulder.

The girl shrugged and he fitted her coat over her right shoulder as well, before she turned back around to look at him. "'Dunno," she stated, following next to him as he started towards the door. "I always have fun when I get the chance to sit and admire you, my darling Pads," she said, hardly giving the words much thought before they rolled off of her tongue. Clearly, as she would've died in mortification if she'd been in her right mind. Sirius let out a garbled noise that started almost as a gasp, but turned into something like a cough to clear his throat. She looked over at him and smiled to herself when she noticed the color that had come to his cheeks. Was he blushing?, she thought to herself, before shaking her head at the thought.

"Think I was right perfect on my timing," he chimed, pushing open the door to the tavern and rolling his shoulders back at the cold air that filtered in. "I've been trying to pry that little nickname out of you all night." His tone was joking and if her head wasn't spinning, she might've sworn he'd winked at her.

Y/N dumped it from her memory as she stepped out of the building and back into the winter, shivering at the sudden change in temperature, and she waited for him to do the same. "I'm a bit sleepy, Sirius," she admitted when the door had closed behind them, and they had started on the path back to the castle.

"Sleepy?" he repeated, like he was surprised. "I thought you were having fun doing—,"he paused. "Oh, what was it? Looking at me?" he asked, a bit of mischief in his voice, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't get cocky now that I've played into that ego of yours, Black," she warned, and he laughed, his lips pulling back in that way that they did, and her entire façade nearly crumbled at the foundation. He held his hands up defensively and shook his head. "But since I'm drunk," she said, uncrossing one of her arms to point a finger at him. "I might inflate it a bit more, because that's just how I'm feeling. You just watch yourself tomorrow, because I will deny it 'til the very end," she continued.

Sirius only laughed softly at her alcohol-induced antics and tucked one of his hands into his pocket, threading the fingers of his hair through the other. "You've gone bonkers, haven't you?" he joked, another laugh bubbling through his lips. "Perhaps, I'm responsible, though," he added, glancing over at her, but her eyes were already on him.

Y/N swallowed thickly and she nodded. "When you run your hand through your hair like that, you're bloody fuckin' responsible, yeah," she said, unable to stop the words once they'd formed on her tongue, and she could visibly see the pigment rushing to his cheeks at her words. She was so focused on the fact that she'd just made the Sirius Black blush, and so filled with the satisfaction of it, that she hardly even noticed the way her foot caught on a jut in the cobblestones and her balance blew away with the breeze. She would've been victim to the street if Sirius hadn't wrapped a hand around her bicep, twirling her so that he could pull her against his body to steady her, and her mind was reeling at the quickness of it all.

She looked up at Sirius with her breaths stuck in her throat and her heart drumming inside of her chest. When her eyes found his, they were searching her own intently, though he looked quite unsure of what he was searching for. "You drive me mad, Y/L/N, you know that?" he muttered, his face inching ever so slowly towards her own, and she could see his throat move as he swallowed thickly. Her heart only picked up the pace, her blood pumping furiously through her veins that she could feel her pulse in her neck without even touching it. "And, Merlin, you are difficult to read, because you act one way, but then you say things like that and I—" he paused for a moment, because she was starting to feel increasingly more ill. With every pounding of her heart, there was a shooting pain in her chest and a twist in her stomach, and the longer she stood there, the worse she felt. "Are you alright?" he all-but-whispered, taking a step back from her to place his hands on her biceps, and she shook her head.

Y/N managed a small smile before she pushed herself lightly out of his grasp, bringing one of her hands to her stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick," she said, before an overwhelming wave of nausea barreled over her. To keep herself from toppling over, she lowered herself down onto her knees, bracing herself with one of her arms in the snow, and her chest was on fire. "I think something's wrong," she nearly whimpered, finding it hard to catch her breath in the moment, and she broke out into a fit of coughs. She barely registered it when Sirius knelt down beside her, placing one of his hands on her back. "I'm sorry." Her voice was small and hoarse, hindered as her throat tightened through the beginning of tears.

Sirius could feel her body lurching beneath his palm and he could hear the congestion in her lungs. He grimaced, feeling almost guilty that he'd let her push herself so far. He knew that she'd been feeling under the weather for quite some time, but he figured that she must've been clearing up by then. It hadn't occurred to him that her condition might be worsening until she was doubled over in front of him. "It's alright, Y/N/N," he assured her, rubbing his hand up and down her back. "We can wait as long as— oh, bloody hell," he hissed when she puked into the snow.

He was quick to gather her hair behind her head before it got caught in the crossfire, but only after did he realize when she vomited, it was filled with flowers and streaks of blood.

—

Everything from the night before was hazy on Y/N's memory. Everything except for the flowers that had spilled out in her puke, covering the snow in carnations and bile, and Sirius had witnessed the entire thing. She ran her hands over her face in borderline embarrassment as she stared up at the roof of her red canopy bed, and she sat herself upright. Her head ached from the aftermath of the firewhisky and her shoulder stung from—she assumed—holding herself up off of the ground.

Once she'd mustered up enough of her strength to start moving, she folded her comforter off of her legs and swung them over the side of her bed. She was wearing the same outfit she had been the night before, minus her coat, which had been thrown on top of the trunk at the foot of her bed, and she reckoned she could use a wash before breakfast. Y/N pushed herself up off of the side of the bed, grabbing a change of clothes from her nightstand, and she made her way towards the girls' lavatory. She was careful not to wake Lily or Marlene as she did, and when she got into the bathroom, she was almost thankful to find that it was empty.

She set her clothes up over the edge of one of the sinks and her mind lingered slightly on the burning in one of her shoulders as she moved. She wondered if she'd knocked it against anything on the way back to the castle the night before. She gripped the bottom of her sweater and pulled the hem up over her head, wincing as it seemed to snag on her shoulder. She dropped her sweater in a pile of knit on the floor, and when she looked up at herself in the mirror, she was surprised at what she'd seen.

Y/N had been sick with what she'd assumed was a cold for a while now, and there had been mild changes in her appearance, like faint dark circles and flushed skin, but staring at herself in the mirror in that moment, was like looking at someone she hardly recognized. The bags underneath her eyes had progressed significantly since the last time that she'd looked, sinking into her skin to the point where she looked hallowed, and her face looked so thin. Her cheekbones were sharper than she'd ever seen them, as was her jawline, and she reached up to touch her cheek. Her skin was pale and cool to the touch.

Her eyes traveled down to her neck, where faint dark lines seemed to stretch out just above her collarbone. Her breath hitched in her throat as she trailed the lines back towards the center of her chest, watching their color darken and their mass thicken the closer she got. She brought her hands to brush her fingertips over her sternum, pressing against it only to find the lines were like cables beneath her skin, and her fingers shied away from touching them a second time. She reached up to rub her eyes, almost praying that she might still be dreaming, and she reached behind her back to rub the shoulder that ached.

Y/N's heart sank in her chest when her fingers brushed against something that felt unfamiliar and she angled her back towards the mirror. The breath was stolen from her lungs when she was met with a patch of carnations. Her stomach lurched and she suddenly felt the urge to vomit again, bracing herself against the sink in case she did. She tried to catch her breath, but instead, she began to gasp for air, feeling a lump of tears forming in her throat and finding it quite hard to breathe over that.

The door to the lavatory creaked open and she reached down for her sweater, hoping she might be able to cover up in time, but her head was spinning, and the room was swirling, and she couldn't hardly think over the sound of her heart in her ears, and— "Shit," a familiar voice—Lily's—filled her ears and Y/N didn't bother with her sweater anymore. "Shit, Y/N, your back," she continued, her footsteps rapid as she practically ran towards the girl, and Y/N could feel a tickle of pain as Lily brushed her fingers over the carnations.

"Scale of one to ten," Y/N said.

"Fuckin' eleven," she muttered. "What's happening?" she asked, and the emotion in those two words—just Lily's genuine concern for her—was enough for the lump in Y/N's throat to spill over.

She shook her head as her eyes started to swell up with tears and she looked at Lily over her shoulder. "I don't know," she admitted and she turned around to look at her.

Lily pulled Y/N into a hug before she could explain anything more. "We'll figure it out."

—

After Y/N's worries had settled to a point where she felt like she was functional again, she and Lily had decided they needed breakfast. She almost regretted their choice as they approached the table and five solemn faces were what greeted her. Sirius had most likely told them what happened the night before, and she was sure he'd included the part about the flowers. She managed a small smile at all of her friends, which some of them returned sympathetically, and she moved to take a seat next to Sirius. Marlene and Peter scooted down to make room for her, while Lily planted herself between James and Remus on the other side of the table.

Warmth settled into the small of her back when Sirius placed his hand against it gently, like he was touching a porcelain doll, and her chest quivered slightly. She turned to look at him and the first thing she noticed was the circles beneath his eyes and the waves of concern rolling in them. "How are you feeling, Y/N?" Sirius questioned just loud enough for her to hear, and she shrugged her shoulders. "Looks like you're one second away from collapsing," he pointed out, meaning for it to be teasing, but he sounded more worried than anything.

She let out a huff of amusement and crossed her arms on the table too. "Feels like it, too, if you want the truth," she admitted, smiling half-heartedly at him, and he moved his hand from her back so he could pull her closer to him by her waist. He then grabbed a piece of toast from one of the platters in the center of the table. "Also, I'm really sorry about—," she started to apologize for the night before, but he was quick to interrupt her with a shake of his head.

"Don't apologize," he stopped her, moving his hand to her knee. He brushed his thumb over the cap of it and squeezed it softly. "I shouldn't have pushed you. You've been ill and my thinking was impaired. I'm the one who's sorry," Sirius continued, his eyes searching her own for some kind of acknowledgment, she assumed.

Y/N readjusted so she could set one of her hands over his and his skin was so comfortably arm. "You shouldn't be, Pads. I just didn't recognize my own limits," she reassured him. She almost wanted to slip her fingers through the spaces between his own, but before she could, his hand upturned beneath hers, and he slotted his fingers through hers first. She felt her heart skip a beat in her chest and a small smile tugged at her lips. "But," she hummed, clearing her throat out of nervousness, "your thinking was impaired, you say?" she questioned.

Sirius' full lips stretched into a grin. "As is expected when I'm accompanied by a woman of your caliber. Can't blame me for finding any excuse to spend more time with you, can you?" he chimed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and igniting a wildfire across her cheeks. She turned her head slightly away from him in embarrassment and he let out a soft chuckle, his other hand coming up to ruffle her hair. "That was well-deserved, I think," he said.

"What?" She turned back to look at him with her cheeks still ablaze.

He laughed again. "For your comment about my hair last night," he explained. "Can't make me blush and expect me not to tease you about it."

"I thought I told you not to get cocky, Black," she rebutted, swatting away the hand that she held, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so it's like that, then?" he teased, forgetting her knee, and he wrapped his arm around her waist again instead, pulling her in for a good-natured side hug. "I was only joking. Well, about the payback, at least," he admitted, turning his head so that his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "I promise, though, darling. I rarely think properly around you anymore," he whispered the words to only her and a tingle crawled down her spine.

Just when Y/N had been sure she couldn't get any more red, her cheeks grew burning hot, and her chest felt like it was exploding. "That's cruel, Sirius," she muttered half-heartedly, almost breathless from the way her chest was caving in on her lungs, and she reached across the table to grab a waffle. She felt much too lazy to actually cut it up and drizzle syrup on it, so she bit into it like a piece of toast.

"You can think what you want, but I know what I feel, love," he hummed, and he left his hand where it was while she nibbled on her waffle. She honestly couldn't tell if he was pulling her leg or not. "If you're still not feeling well, though, you're welcome to lean on me. I'll make sure you stay upright," he offered with a small smile and a quick wink, before he turned his head back to the others, tuning into the second half of whatever story James had wanted to share that morning.

Y/N, after Sirius had focused his attention elsewhere, did fancy the idea of a place to rest her head, especially on the shoulders of such a specimen, so she took a bite of he waffle to calm her nerves, and she laid her head against him. She could feel his fingers tighten on her side as she did, and his head fell to rest against her own. She could feel her walls come down, and it was as if it was on cue, that a wave of fatigue hit her. She locked eyes with Lily, who was looking at her from across the table, and the girl wiggled her eyebrows at her slightly. Y/N only flashed her a half-hearted smile and reached to set her waffle on her plate, her appetite suddenly having disappeared.

The tightening in her chest from minutes before still hadn't let up, and she found it becoming increasingly harder to manage a proper breath. Her chest felt thick and heavy, like it was filled with tar, and her lungs ached with every breath she sucked in. "Sirius," she whispered a little too softly, and she grabbed his leg with one of her hands. "Sirius," she repeated again just a bit louder, giving his leg a quick pat, and he lifted his head up off of hers and leaned forward to meet her gaze.

Sirius' gaze had gone from questioning to concerned almost as soon as he had the chance to gauge her change in condition. His eyebrows furrowed and he began to trail his hand up and down her side gently. "Not feeling well?" he asked quietly and she shook her head.

"Can you take me to the infirmary?" she questioned, wincing at the way her lungs stung as she spoke, and when her eyes flickered to Lily, she realized everything was becoming hazy. "Quickly," she added, her heart starting to thump a little faster, and she looked back at Sirius. The dark-haired boy nodded in an instant, his hand moving from her side to the center of her back, keeping her stabilized as he moved to stand up.

This seemed to catch Remus' attention, as he pushed up his glasses and furrowed his eyebrows. "Where are you two lovebirds off to?" he drew out teasingly, a small smirk tilted on his lips, before his eyes settled on Y/N, and his expression fell. "What's wrong?" His tone was rushed with worry, and rest of the group halted their conversation and turned to look at her.

Y/N shook her head and placed her hands on the edge of the table, using it to lever herself into a standing position. "I think I need to see Madam Pomfrey," she told them. "Something feels off."

"You think this has to do with the flowers?" Marlene questioned and she nodded.

"Yeah, I've been seeing them more and more, I think—," she paused, wincing through a small laugh because she knew she was going to sound entirely mad, "I think they might be growing in me," she explained, but it came out like a question, and she tried to ignore the way the edges of her vision had begun to turn fuzzy and the way her head started to spin.

Peter had started to scoff, but Marlene was quick to swat him in the stomach. "I believe it," Lily chimed in. "The way your chest looked Y/N/N—" she shook her head softly, recalling what she'd seen in the bathroom earlier that morning. "Here, I'll come, too, yeah?" she offered and Y/N held one of her hands up.

"No, it's okay, really, it's probably nothing, but—"

"Oh, bloody hell, Y/L/N," James blurted, striking confusion in her. "Your hand."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. "My hand?" she questioned, before turning her hand around to face herself, and her breath caught in her throat. Her face fell completely when the entirety of her palm was covered in carnations. The purple fuzziness on the edges of her vision started to trickle into her line of site in spots, growing rapidly. Everything became increasingly distorted as her head swirled. "I don't— I'm not—" she couldn't bring herself to fathom a coherent though, all she could do was sort of stare at her hand agape, and before she could even register it, everything had gone black.

Lily brought her hands to her mouth in a gasp, shooting up from her chair when Y/N fell limp. "Pads—"

Sirius had shifted behind Y/N before Lily had even had the chance to speak, supporting the weight of her unconscious body with his own. He moved to slip one of his arms against the bend of her knees and lift her up into his arms. "I've got her," he assured her, before looking at Y/N. Her head was draped over his bicep, her hair hanging downwards behind her head, and her lips were parted. "I've got you, darling."

—

Golden light seeped in through the windows in the hospital wing, pooling in puddles of sunshine on the stone floors as the sun began to set. A pesky ray filtered in directly over Y/N's eyeball and she squinted against it in her sleep. As she was far too unconscious to be aware of her movements, the placement of the light went unchanged. A grumble of frustration was pushed from her lips and her eyelids fluttered open.

She lifted her eyebrows in surprise when she wasn't met with the familiar, homey decor of the room she shared in the Gryffindor Tower. Everything she set her eyes on was white or gray. Beds lined the walls on each side of the long room. Some were occupied, but most of them happened to be empty. She sat up in her bed carefully, quickly remembering the pain that throbbed in her chest and ached in her hands as she did. She was about to call for someone—Madam Pomfrey, probably, considering she thought she was the only other able body in the room—when she noticed the boy by her bedside.

Sirius.

Y/N almost gasped at the sight of him, but she refrained. Instead, she looked at him with a small smile. Sirius had pulled a chair up to the side of her bed—how long ago, she was unsure of—and he sat slumped down with his arms crossed over his chest. His head hung forward and his chest rose and fell with every sleeping breath that he took, and she fought a small laugh when a snore pushed its way out. The way his chest rose and fell so peacefully was mesmerizing, but she had a few questions, and she was almost certain he'd be able to answer them.

She reached over the side of the bed with some difficulty and she patted his knee. "Black," she whispered softly, but another snore was the only response she got. She smiled at that, but she patted his knee a little harder. "My darling Pads," she sing-songed teasingly, "it's time to wake up, pretty boy."

That seemed to have done the trick, as Sirius let out a groan, before throwing his arms out to the side in some sort of stretch. He tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck, and when he was situated, a heart-melting smile pulled its way across his lips. "'Morning, my beautiful girl," he hummed with a small wink, and Y/N's eyes widened.

Color rushed to her cheeks and lit them on fire, and her mouth fell open. "You cocky bastard," she muttered, shaking her head at him softly, and moving to lean back against one of the fluffy pillows on her bed. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him through playfully squinted eyes, the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Me, cocky? Never," he joked, pulling his chair up closer to the edge of her bed, and he reached across the sheets to pluck one of her hands up off of her chest. The teasing expression on his face grew somewhat solemn as he flipped her hand over in his, exposing the patch of carnations. The petals seemed to wave up at him. "You're a right mess, you know that, Y/N?" he asked, peeking up at her, before he ran his thumb over the flowers. Her hand tickled as he did and she let out a hum, as if she was asking for clarification. "You know. Scared the piss out of me in the Great Hall this morning," he admitted, setting her hand down in her lap, but he left her fingers tucked into his own. "Lily was here earlier after it happened, and James and Remus around lunch, but I haven't been able to bring myself to do anything but sit here all day." He gave them a quick squeeze before he pulled his hand back towards himself.

The thought of Sirius being worried sick about her made whatever was in her chest tighten it's grasp on her, and she placed a hand over her sternum as if to still it. "You've been here all day?" she questioned softly, her eyes flickering over his facial features, and he nodded once.

He slid one of his hands up and down his thigh a few times before he let it rest in the middle. "I mean, I'd like to think we're close, so your well-being, by default, is important to me," he told her. "With the throwing up and the passing out, and the flowers, I've been worried about you." She pressed her fingertips on one of the wiry lumps stretching across her chest, and she could feel it slither under her fingertips when she recognized that his words were touching to her. "Plus, I've decided that I fucking hate flowers," he continued, almost teasing, but with just enough certainty that conveyed his seriousness.

Her stomach was swirling with nervousness and her heart was knocking against her chest. "Thank you, Pads," she said with a small smile, gliding one of hands over the sheets to reach out for one of his, as she felt too awful to extend herself any further. He seemed to understand and he took her hand in both of his with a small smile. "Has Madam Pomfrey said anything about this?" she asked him.

"Professor Sprout was called in earlier after Lily and I explained everything," Sirius said.

"And?"

"She said there's an old Japanese story about a disease called hanahaki. It takes root in the chest and lungs in people experiencing one-sided love," Sirius explained, "it develops over years, or months in extreme cases, and by the final stages the victim's are puking entire flowers."

Y/N's heart lurched and she could feel her expression fall at his words. This had all stemmed from their first study session, the first time the roots took hold in her lungs, and as her love as grown, and remained unrequited, this disease had only worsened. "Is there a cure?" She muttered, her voice quiet, but she had a feeling she could guess the answer, based on the fact that she was in the 'final stages'.

He smiled in a half-hearted attempt and he squeezed her hand. "Sprout said it's rare. She'd never seen it in person before you, but she said the only cure is for that person to express their love to you in return." His gaze shifted towards his lap.

She was going to die, wasn't she?

"What happens otherwise?" she asked.

Sirius had seemed more distraught now, tugging his nervous fingers through his dark hair. "Otherwise— I don't want to think about—," he paused, looking up from his lap and his expression was muddled with confusion and concern. "Is it James?" he practically blurted, his tone slightly harsh. He tightened his hold on her hand. "Is this because of him and Lily?" he questioned and she could see in his eyes the way that his mind was whirring.

"Sirius," Y/N hummed, bringing her other hand to close around his.

"Did you tell him?" he continued, his eyes furrowing together. "If he said something that hurt you and that's put you through all of this—"

"Sirius."

"Merlin, Y/N, I'll—," he paused, shaking his head. "Y/N/N, I'll kick his arse. Maybe not too bad 'cause I'm sure we'll have something planned that week, but—"

"Sirius, stop," she stressed finally. "Quit it, okay? It's not James. Don't even say that like you'd actually hurt him. He's your best friend, you idiot," she told him, although her voice betrayed her words. She was soft when speaking to him, but she was also in acceptance. She was going to die in a matter of weeks, if she even had that long, so what was the point in keeping her feelings a secret anymore? "It's you, you slug," she mumbled.

Sirius stilled for a moment, his eyes squinting on and off as he attempted to process her words. "What did you just say, darling?" he questioned, fingers beginning to tap her wrist as his hand was still sandwiched between both of hers.

Y/N shot him a look. "I said, it's you. I love you," she admitted. "Part of me always liked being around you before, but I never thought anything of it until we studied together. Ever since then, I haven't been able to breathe right or think straight or be around you without my lungs collapsing, I—"

"Me?" he cut her off, pulling his hand away and poking himself in the chest with one of his thumbs.

He stared at her with a dumbfounded expression and she blinked at him. "Were you listening to anything I just said?" she asked in disbelief and he laughed. "See, this is really unfortunate, Black," she said, crossing her hands over her chest again and taking a deep breath. "I'm still a bit in shock that I'm apparently so in love with you that it's literally killing me, and you're—"

A cocky smile spread across his face like butter. "Now, now, darling, this is quite a development," he explained, holding his hand up and pressing it down in a slow, gentle 'calm-down' sort of motion.

She narrowed her eyes. "Development how?"

He folded his hands in his lap, fingers clasped together, and he tilted his head at her like a puppy. "Because, I'd say today's become your lucky day," he hummed, that stupid smile still evident on his lips, and cute as it was, she really wanted to smack it off right then.

"Lucky?" She repeated. "I just found out I'm literally going to die in who knows how long because of your dumb arse, and you want to call it lucky?"

"Oi, beautiful, settle down, maybe, so I can figure out what I'm supposed to say here."

Settle down?

Y/N was about to lose her mind, and maybe she'd even be cured after she strangled him to death, but before her fuse could blow, there was a blur of black, a dip in the bed, two hands cupping her cheeks, and a warm mouth smashing against her own. A gasp pushed its way out of her lips and it took her a moment to realize that Sirius Black was bloody kissing her. His lips disconnected from her own for a split second, his dark eyes peering into her own, and he opened his mouth to speak. "Darling, I—"

She gave him no time to finish.

Instead, she grabbed two fistfuls of his white, button-down shirt and pulled his mouth back against her own, pouring months and months of pining and drooling over him into one singular moment. His mouth melded against hers like their lips were never meant to part and the tips of his fingers were pushed back into her hair. One of his hands traveled to the nape of her neck to support her head, before his lips broke from hers again and peppered kisses over her face.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered breathlessly, kissing over her cheeks and her nice. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He kissed her between each one and when he was satisfied with the surface he'd covered, he pulled away, and his eyes met her own. His eyes were glistening with emotion that seemed so familiar to her in his gaze, but she'd never recognized it as adoration until that moment. "And you're bloody stupid, because I've been set on you since I switched the names on your paper with Pettigrew's in Transfiguration last year."

Y/N's head was still reeling from the kiss, but her lips parted in surprise at his confession. "You what?" she sputtered through a laugh. "You're the one who's bloody stupid," she managed while she giggled.

As a chuckle bubbled out of his Sirius' mouth and Y/N tried—not very hard at all—to shove him off of the bed, the roots in her chest finally began to recede.

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a/n / two years and i finally finished a fucking imagine! yay :)

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Absent

Pairing: Snape x student!reader

Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, little anxiety

Requested: Yes, by anonymous!

Story: The reader is a target for teasing and getting picked on by Slytherins, when the worse of it happens just before a potions lesson, the reader decides not to show up.

Your house: Gryffindor

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It’s something to feel like the whole world hates you, but it’s more personal when it comes to everyone in Hogwarts, even those who don’t know you or have yet to meet you.

It was never easy, but it’s something you’ve learned to cope with without coping. Just when you tell yourself that it can’t get any worse, it does. What comes next is that someone from Slytherin house had gone to all your friends with all the reasons not to be friends with you anymore and to your utter dismay, they had fallen for it and broke the friendship that was once there.

They were the friends that you’ve grown so close to, taking you back to the first year you’ve spent at Hogwarts. What comes next is almost incomprehensible as you’re now feeling that once looked at you as someone with a bright future now looked down on you like it’s the end of the world. There is one teacher in particular that fits into believing all these ridiculous rumors about you are true, that teacher being your potions professor, professor Snape. In the beginning, you seemed to be the only one who can walk out of the dungeon classroom without trouble or detention like most of the students in your class. Which was surprising, considering the fact that you’re a Gryffindor and it seemed to you that he not quite fond of any Gryffindor that walks the school. That is, until he met you, the star student of potions. You always saw it as Slytherin vs Gryffindor in literally everything, so when you turned down Malfoy’s invition to the Yule Ball, you had no doubt that he was already to get even with you, planning to come at you in his timing. All the while this was all happening to you, you knew better then to believe it was anyone but Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle to have been the ones to spread these rumors and gossip about you.

Who else could it be? You were right to believe it was Malfoy and his gang, as you would later find out that your suspicions were correct. It was best to put this all behind you and move forward, and things were going well until what happens next the following afternoon as you were making your way to your potions class. Malfoy and his gang caught up on you, immediately started to tease you and be such jerks. You considered skipping potions in the beginning because the last time you got to experience the same things as Harry whenever Snape would pick on him almost every class if not all. After this ‘run in’ with Malfoy, that made you have second thoughts before deciding you wouldn’t be attending your potions class this day.

Though this might land you in detention, but you decided that you could take the detention as this was the first time you had ever ditched a class in all your years in Hogwarts. You waited until you felt the coast was clear to finish your journey to the dungeons for the next potion lesson. As you peaked in, the hallways seemed empty and everything was quiet, the silence seemed to be telling you it was safe to step out and head the correct direction to take you where you needed to be. On your way there, you couldn’t help but think this was something that was a game for Malfoy. This was how everyday was like for you lately, you were late to class because you held in the hallway until the tardy bell rings.

It was infuriating and sometimes even embarrassing.

You were an easy target, but it was different when it comes down to this, you seemed to be more vulnerable to Malfoy. It sucked and that’s all you could really say about it at the moment, and when you tried talking to one of your former friends about, they only brushed you off and offered no help. They offered some ‘words of advice’ to you before fleeing.

“You’ve got to learn to stand up for yourself, (Y/n.)”

That’s it? What the hell? You could hardly believe it.

“Thanks..” you respond, sarcastically before storming off in anger.

That was the last you spoke to each other, she was no longer worth your time.

A lot of the time, you’d go visit Hagrid and after those visits, you started feeling better about the run in with Malfoy and his gang of pathetic losers. You’ve come to decide that Malfoy was the most loser of them all and lived a low life while having nothing to live for but riches and abuse it seems like. After these visits with Hagrid, you could easily walk back with all of this behind you. It was working, but as you were climbing the marble stairs to go to class, the memories of earlier events came flooding back and it made you feel uncomfortable to show up with an explanation. Having to feel this way, helped you to have second thoughts and decided to not attend this potions lesson and swap it for your first ever detention session with one of the hated teachers at Hogwarts. You could work your way through detention, you just couldn’t work your way around the teasing and harassment you get every day from other classmates.

As you seated yourself next to a window in the hallway, thoughts were spreading in your brain like wildfire, and it was very difficult for you to comprehend them. Most thoughts were unpleasant and made you feel sick to your stomach, they were thoughts of your sudden insecurities. Your mind goes places, and you were so lost in them that you didn’t notice you were no longer alone, until you felt someone was behind you. Of course, you didn’t turn to see who it was, immediately assuming it to be the one person you greatly despised.

“Who’s there? Let’s get this over with, what do you want?”

“An explanation of your absence, miss (L/n).”

Never would have guessed for the person behind you to be the potions professor.

“Oh.. ugh…”

“Yes?”

“I got held up in the halls on my way to your class, and it me got lost.”

“Held up by who?”

“That’s not important to know-“

“It is if you don’t want to lose house points and a three week detention.”

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you! But you won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

You then proceed to tell him about your run in with Malfoy, showing him the bruise you got after shoving you hard to the ground and stomping on your wrist as hard he could. It was enough to make you believe your arm or wrist was broken.

You end it off by telling him of your retreat to Hagrid’s hut to compose yourself before coming back.

When you were finished, you look to him and couldn’t quite guess the look on his face was telling you. The expression was hard to read so went along with a mix of anger and disbelief as he couldn’t comprehend on what you had just shared. After moments of silence, he releases a sigh before ordering you to go to madam Pomfrey and not to worry about your grade in potions that day. Of course, you nod and obey as the professor watches you heading to the hospital wing until you were out of sight, just before heading back to continue with his class. By the end of that day, friends from the past wanted to make amends as Harry was telling you about what happened upon Snape’s return to class.

You were beyond thrilled to learn Malfoy got sacked, in huge trouble along with Crabbe and Goyle. How it happened was that Snape called them over to his desk while everyone else quietly worked on the assignment they had been given. Everyone were witnesses to the scene unfolding, for most, it was like they were in a good dream they didn’t want to wake up from. Along with the detention, Snape had taken fifty house points from Slytherin, risking the loss of the house cup.

“Draco Malfoy needs to man up and accept the fact that he had it coming to him and brought this loss of points to himself.” Much to your delight, everyone agreed.

They all agreed before going back to enjoy the evening feast and times with friends. It was sudden when you begin to feel that someone had eyes on you, so you turn around to scan the Great Hall.

You turn behind yourself and sure enough, you meet the eyes of fury from Draco Malfoy. He was staring you down as the rest of Slytherin table ate in silence. No one there made a peep, not a sound could be heard from them.

Draco’s nostrils flared in anger when you stick your tongue at him in victory before turning back around to the feast and your friends.

Things couldn’t get any better then this.

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would anyone be interested if I revised/rewrite old fics

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... 👰‍♀️: Moodboards ~ send me a personality trait and a character. I'll make a moodboard and write a short scene for it. For example: Morpheus x bookish!reader

hello i'm back again. Ron Weasley x Ravenclaw!bookworm!reader please.

Ron put a finger to his lips but the giggles kept coming even as you put a hand in front of your mouth. It was way past curfew and the castle seemed abandoned as the two of you quickly made your way through the halls. Ron had insisted on taking out on a date at this hour but didn't tell you what it was, he had planned.

"Where are we going?", you whispered.

"You'll see," your boyfriend replied with a grin as he opened the library doors. The library? You didn't understand.

But there it was - at the far end of the room, hidden between the shelves, surrounded by candles, a blanket. A blanket and so much food and so many drinks that you wondered if he had stolen it from the kitchen or simply bribed the staff.

"A library date", Ron said and you could tell how proud of he was of himself.

"It's beautiful", you whispered, completely in awe at his effort. Beautiful, romantic, and by Merlin, it proved once again why you were so in love with this boy. "I just hope we don't get caught."

You did get caught. By Filch.

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I hope this is what you imagined! Thank you for the ask, I think this was my first time writing for Ron. <3

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Beach Week

Hermione Granger seems to think that a week spent at the beach, as specified by a time-honored Muggle tradition for graduating students, would do her, Harry, and Ron some good. Harry, on the other hand, has absolutely no idea what to expect.

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a/n: inscribe this upon my headstone. type this in its entirety in my obituary. this is my peak

Harry Potter would like to put it on the record that this may be one of the worst ideas that he and his friends have had yet.

By all accounts, it shouldn’t even be on the table. Three kids (scratch that, they’re adults now by wizarding standards, but no one has to think about that quite yet) just out of Hogwarts, spending a week out on the beach with no one around to make sure they don’t accidentally blow up a small town. It certainly wouldn’t have been allowed even last year, but then again, last year was different.

Last year, they were still in school. Last year, Voldemort was still out there, and Harry hadn’t lost half the friends he has now. That’s why they’re getting away with doing this, anyway, because although everyone’s certain that he, Ron, and Hermione are going to get up to nothing but trouble if they were left to a house by themselves, they supposedly need the chance to pretend everything is normal for seven blissful days.

Hermione was the one who came up with the idea in the first place. Apparently, she remembers certain traditions that the Muggles celebrate when they graduate from secondary school. Chiefly, the one she likes the most she heard about from her American friends: Beach Week.

Beach Week is the perfect excuse for a bunch of teenagers to go out and cause problems, all in the name of having fun. Once end of term exams are over and everyone’s either graduated or got as close as they possibly could otherwise, someone rents a house out on the surf and the entire friend group crowds into one decently priced waterfront property for the week. They’ll get drunk, make mistakes that they’ll forget within an hour, and generally have a good time.

Hypothetically, Hermione claims that the three of them should get to take part in this honored tradition as well. Harry tries to argue that they technically haven’t graduated, as they skipped out on their seventh year to ramble around in the woods looking for pieces of Voldemort’s soul in the worst Easter egg hunt known to wizardkind, but she refuses to hear it.

Besides, Harry’s fairly certain that she’s going to try and take her final NEWTs as soon as she can anyway, so it’s not like that excuse would stop her. Hermione says that they should have some time to themselves to actually enjoy life for once, Ron agrees because he gets to escape a house that’s suspiciously quiet now that the twins have just become one, and Harry is forced into accepting the matter at last.

It’s not like anyone would stop them, anyway. No one really knew about the Horcruxes outside of a select, secret few, but they could tell that Harry, Ron, and Hermione did something to put an end to the war, so they steep in their guilt and give in. Also, the three of them have already been living essentially by themselves the last year during the quest to find the Horcruxes, so technically, they’ve already proven themselves.

In all honesty, Harry is looking forward to the week. He has vague memories of the Dursleys taking a holiday or two at the beach, but it was quite some time ago. A picture floats up to the forefront of his consciousness, unbidden, of Aunt Petunia dressed in a faded cover-up so modest that it could have doubled as a nun’s habit, sitting on a rickety old beach chair and carefully folded so as to not let a single inch of skin poke out from beneath the protective cover of an umbrella. He shudders and does his best to forget it immediately.

This will be fun, though. Hermione’s parents have dentist friends that own a small cottage near the ocean, and they’ve been willing to lend it to the three of them for the week so long as they don’t break any windows or get the police called on them. Harry thinks it would be quite amusing to have to fear the Muggle police after being chased by scores of Dark wizards for years, but then again, dentists aren’t typically aware of that sort of thing, are they?

They arrive at the beach house soon enough, straggling to the front door through the weight of far too many suitcases. Harry had been confounded by what to bring to such an event, and his hand had reached unconsciously towards the metallic bars of Hedwig’s cage before stalling, remembering.

Eventually, he just stuffed all sorts of clothes and jumpers and even his broom, wedged crookedly in a brown paper bag, into the same luggage he’s been using for the past too many years, and showed up here. Hermione fishes the key out of a carefully creased envelope in her pocket and lets them inside at last, relieving them of the burden of deciding whether to keep struggling to hold their bags or just give up and set them down on the gravel walkway.

Ron whistles as they head inside, flicking on a lightswitch after staring at it for quite some time in trepidation. “This place is nice. If all dentists can expect this sort of thing for a secondary home, I may have to switch professions.”

Hermione snorts. “You’d have to go to medical school. But sure, go ahead.”

Harry smiles as Ron’s excited expression drops like a stone. “Definitely not,” the redheaded boy decides, “I’ve had enough of school for quite some time. Still, it’s a nice area, and the house next door was even fancier. Who are they, royalty?”

Harry crosses the hall to peer out a window at the house next door. Ron wasn’t wrong, the property to their right is less a cottage and more a purebred mansion. All white stone and pristine paint, it looks as if it’s been preserved by a small flock of perfectionists.

Hermione, frowning at the instructions left by the homeowners, shrugs. “Honestly, I have no idea who they are. Not even the owners know. Apparently, they’re a total mystery. They show up randomly, and no one has ever seen them arrive. One second, the place is deserted, next, the lights are on and everyone’s inside. No one’s ever so much as seen a car parked in the drive.”

Harry squints at the now darkened windows. “You reckon they’re wizards? Maybe they Apparated inside.”

“Actually,” Hermione contemplates, “that might make sense. I’ve heard there’s a huge wizarding community somewhere to the north of us, maybe these people are on the outskirts of that crowd. The house has been here for quite some time, passed down for generations.”

Ron rushes to the window as well. “What are their names?” He asks, suddenly curious, “maybe we know them?”

Hermione joins them in peering through the glass panel as well. “I don’t know, they aren’t familiar to me. Have you ever heard of the Scamanders?”

Ron makes an audible choking sound, and whips around to stare at Hermione. “Did you say the Scamanders?” He sputters out, barely able to control himself. “Like, the actual Scamanders?”

Hermione lets Ron suffer on for a few more seconds, then breaks out into laughter. “No, definitely not the Scamanders. That was a joke, by the way. In case it wasn’t obvious.”

Ron shakes his head, looking vaguely traumatized by how close he’d come to having famous neighbours. “That’s not a joke, Hermione, that’s a test drive for a heart attack.”

Harry looks between the two of them, somewhat confused. Admittedly, between the fact that he wasn’t raised in a wizarding household like Ron and he hasn’t done as much in-depth magical study as Hermione, he isn’t entirely sure why this is so funny.

He does vaguely remember a mention of a Scamander on at least one of the required textbooks that he most definitely read and remembers, so Harry nods politely so as to seem like he’s in on the joke.

Ron sighs mournfully. “It would have been superb to live next to the Scamanders. I could have held that over Percy forever. Wonder who actually does own the place, though.”

Harry leans back slightly, angling for a better look. “I think we might find out. Look,” he says, pointing at the black mist rapidly appearing outside the front door of the house next door, “I think we were right, they are wizards. I think they’re Apparating here right now.”

The three friends peer in unison at the approaching figures. They’re just becoming clear at the moment, stepping out of the shadows in unison. They’re fairly far away, visible only through a solid mass of perfectly trimmed hedges, but one of them turns their head slightly and Harry catches a glimpse of platinum blond hair.

At the same time, Hermione latches onto both of their arms, dragging them down to the ground and out of sight. “Did you see that,” she asks faintly, “or just me?”

Ron’s hand drifts up to desolately prop up his forehead against his knee. “How is it that of all the houses along the coast, we managed to book the one place right next to the Malfoys?”

Out of the necessity to confirm such a terrible statement, they inch up again, just enough to see that yes, those are the Malfoys, and yes, that means they are most certainly doomed.

Harry leans his head back against the wall with a dull thunk. “This can’t be happening.”

“It is happening,” Hermione says with grim conviction, “but it doesn’t matter. We’re going to have a good time, Malfoys be damned. Besides, I reckon they’re probably just as excited to see us as we are to see them.”

Ron nods slowly. “They’ll probably stay inside the entire time. I don’t think it’s physically possible for Lucius Malfoy to stand in the direct sunlight for more than ten minutes. He might catch fire.”

Hermione lets out a decidedly uncharitable snort, and after exchanging glances, the rest of them break out into laughter as well. Despite his initial hesitations, Harry can tell one thing for certain: this is going to be one hell of a week.

After spending about two hours poking in every corner and cranny of the place, claiming rooms and unpacking luggage in great heaping piles on the floor, it becomes painfully apparent that the three friends are missing one thing that matters the most of all: food.

A shopping trip is needed, and Hermione shares that there’s a small wizarding community about a ten minute walk from here. They can bring bags and see what they find. It is agreed upon with solemn looks and a great deal of handshakes, and then they’re off.

The walk itself is nice, the air brisk due to the salt air tumbling at them through gaps in the nearby dunes. The land around here is mostly undeveloped, and other than the Malfoy’s secondary manor on their right side, the friends’ cottage is the only one in sight. The only accessible road is composed of cracked pavement sparsely decorated with sand tracked in from the shores, inviting few homeowners and even fewer tourists.

As they head further into town, more properties start to pop up, filling in the empty space in a gradual rush until it seems impossible that the area could have been anything other than overpopulated. As he walks, Harry finds his path guarded on both sides by a hodgepodge of pastel houses all shoved together like too many siblings on a road trip.

Hermione leads them purposefully towards the center of the town, and then past it, weaving through the crowds that appear and disappear as they walk. The entrance to the wizarding centre had to be a little off the beaten path to make sure no Muggles happened upon it by accident, or so the rumours claim.

Eventually, they stop in front of a weatherbeaten bronze statue tucked in the shadow of a seafood shop. The metal man in question appears to be a long-dead mayor or some other political figure of little to no consequence to anyone except the birds nesting at his solid feet. He sports an orange traffic cone atop his otherwise balding head, likely the actions of some young and restless locals.

Hermione leans over to examine the inscription at the base of the statue, then, glancing about to make sure no one can see her, whips out her wand. Harry and Ron shuffle closer to her, blocking off view of the proceedings, and she smartly taps one of the words in the mayor’s long list of accomplishments, the key letters seemingly chosen at random.

On the other side of the seafood shop, a door that had been previously locked with an impressive deadbolt yawns forward. The world waiting beyond its paint splattered threshold is dark, an empty pit of nothingness.

Hermione appears quite pleased with herself. “I was hoping that would work,” she says.

Harry glances back towards the statue. “How’d you know which word was the right one to press?”

Hermione makes a show of looking unconcernedly back at the metal plaque. “Rumour has it that the wizard who created the entrance in the first place misspelled one of the words on purpose to make it glaringly obvious to any passing magical person. It was obvious which one was right after that.”

Harry glances up at Ron, who’s frowning at the inscription on the statue. It appears that he may not have been able to tell which word was wrong at first sight.

Biting back a laugh, Harry walks over to the newly opened door and extends a hand towards the swirling blackness within. “Well?” He asks.

Hermione eyes the entrance apprehensively, suddenly less sure of herself. “You first, then?”

Harry groans, but forces himself to step through before he can talk himself out of it. Passing through the doorway is strange, like walking through a waterfall without ever having a drop touch his skin. There’s a roaring sound all around him, and then he’s through to the sunny streets on the other side.

When he turns around, he notices a smooth wall with an identical door open behind him, no sign of the Muggle town anywhere. Hermione and Ron walk through the door moments later, both wearing the same disconcerted look that Harry must be modeling right now.

Ron cranes his head to get a good look at the newly revealed marketplace. “I like this place,” he comments, “let’s see what they’ve got, shall we?”

The answer to Ron’s question is that these storefronts have got quite a bit, actually. There are too many stores for them to check immediately, but Harry doesn’t think any of them would mind returning for a few more days. There’s a town square reminiscent of the one in the Muggle world, and surrounding streets that extend on to an impressive boardwalk.

Harry can hear dozens of voices hawking wears, freshly baked cauldron cakes and iced butterbeer, finest robes and best ground potion ingredients. He even thinks he sees a few Quidditch suppliers, although judging by the sharp look Hermione shoots his way, he won’t be able to dedicate as much time to those as he would like quite yet.

Hermione claps her hands together briskly. “Well, we should get some groceries first. After that, we can see what we want to bring back. Although if we’re getting perishables, maybe we should wait until later..?”

Her voice loses steam, but Ron picks up where she’d left off. “I say groceries sound good to me. I’m starving.”

Harry quite agrees, and within minutes the three of them are letting themselves in through the door of a sprawling supermarket. The store itself seems ordinary, but everywhere Harry looks, he sees things that aren’t quite right– the clerk over by the side of the produce aisle is poking at a fresh tomato that appears to have sprouted sparkling fairy wings, and in the cold drinks section, there aren’t just juices and sodas but frigid draughts to bring you clairvoyance or hidden strength.

Hermione plucks a list out of her pocket and starts to grab things they need, always the most organized of their trio. Harry and Ron help her somewhat, and Harry makes sure to hurriedly pull some money out of his pocket and slide it over to the cashier when they’ve finished shopping before anyone else can object.

Hermione insists on stopping in a nearby bookstore before they return home, and it ends up being a full forty five minutes before Harry and Ron are able to drag her out again, purchase in hand. Evidently, the weather had been able to sense their despair at never leaving the shop, because by the time they head back out the door, the skies have opened up and sheets of rain pummel the streets.

Hermione tucks her book under the protective shade of her jacket, grumbling. “Why is it that in movies, the characters are always able to just shove things under their jacket and they immediately disappear? Do they have massive pockets that no one else knows about?”

Harry chuckles, having been all too familiar with that particular trope. Ron, by contrast, furrows his brow, causing the raindrops to quickly fill in the wrinkles in his forehead.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, evidently bewildered.

“In Muggle movies,” Harry begins, “whenever there’s a spy or someone who wants to hide something, they tuck it under their jackets. All they do is just reach their hand under their coat and then whatever it was that they were holding is safely secured, no matter how fast they run. I remember Dudley used to love movies where the bad guys did it. Happens all the time.”

Ron still looks doubtful. Hermione just shakes her head, grinning even as the storm rages more fiercely overhead. “We’ll have to show you. Maybe the homeowners kept a few movies back in the house, we can see.”

Ron looks intrigued by this, and by the time they manage to fight the storm long enough to hurry home, he joins the two of them in searching for some DVDs. He’s not much help, as he has no idea what he’s looking for, but when Harry manages to triumphantly come up with a stack of the discs, Ron exclaims that his dad is obsessed with studying the things to see if he can understand how the moving pictures stay inside them.

The storm is still beating the earth outside with a terrific force, so the friends decide to stick inside a while longer and wait for the weather to clear up. Harry grabs some clean mugs, and they manage to procure a round of butterbeer while Hermione gets the TV working.

Thus they spend their first afternoon, crammed into plush sofas and the occasional armchair, chilled knuckles wrapped around hot drinks while they watch a truly terrible spy movie play out on screen. Ron seems delighted by the film despite its crushing mediocrity. True to form, he understands the classic conundrum of how movie characters are able to hide anything from very breakable glass vials to large manila folders just by briefly tucking it under their jackets.

“I just don’t understand how it works,” he says plaintively, “wouldn’t it just fall to the ground? You don’t see them putting anything in their pockets. Maybe it’s magic.”

Hermione shakes her head, grinning. “No magic, these are Muggle films. Although I have to say that Sean Maguire is fairly magical in this by himself.”

Ron’s eyes freeze with something that could be described only as halfway in between disgust and sheer panic. “Hermione?” He asks pointedly.

“Nothing,” she says briskly, and flashes him a smile that makes it clear she won’t specify what that meant. Harry’s not sure that any of them want specification, however, Sean Maguire and his inherent magic be damned.

The first day passes peacefully, no trouble either from the neighbours or random surges of Dark wizards sensing that Harry’s actually enjoying himself and wanting to put a stop to it. The next morning, Harry decides that he’d like a moment alone and heads out to the beach. He’s not sure that Hermione and Ron mind the solitude, which kind of makes Harry want to scourge that thought out of his head with bleach or a strong acid.

After grabbing a fresh beach towel out of a stack of more dusty ones, Harry traipses down to the beach, occasionally stopping to poke at the odd crab or seashell. He hasn’t been by the water in quite some time, if you’re not counting the lake, although Harry does have to mention that he prefers his large bodies of water without them being inhabited by oversize squid.

Satisfied with his final position, Harry spreads the towel out on the sand and takes a seat. The sight of the water is calming, and he takes a few slow breaths in and out. It has been good to be out with his friends, he can admit that freely, but the silence is necessary as well. This alone with his thoughts, the reality of the past few months comes crashing down around him, and Harry feels cripplingly alone with the weight of his losses.

The melancholy doesn’t last forever, though. Even ten minutes later, the sound of the waves beating against the sand has wrested the last of the thoughts from their tumult in Harry’s head. He’s an empty husk of what had formerly been a boy, a student, a sacrifice. He has nothing left to give.

A sound from Harry’s side makes him startle. He turns his head to find out the cause of the disturbance and notices that a figure has emerged from the neighbouring house. Draco slides into a chair with a decent view of the water, just a few feet off of the manor’s expansive back deck.

Hardly more than a shadow himself, Draco glances over his shoulder to find Harry sitting there and staring back at him. They spend a millennia, or perhaps just a few seconds, wondering which one will break first. Neither do, and eventually they look away in unison. Some instinct of Harry’s that must have originated from his first year at Hogwarts waits for Draco to call out something cold and generally demeaning, but the boy stays silent. So does Harry.

Instead, he turns his gaze back to the ocean, which is just as resolute as it had been when Harry was distracted. Nothing changes much in this place, but then again, everything does. Maybe Harry had died in that dark forest at the Dark Lord’s curse all those months ago, maybe he never made it out after all. The sea would still be here, even if he had failed. These grains of sand would go on falling.

He makes his way inside soon after that. Draco’s still there when he leaves, Harry thinks, but he didn’t check. For once, he doesn’t have to watch his back. Hermione and Ron are quiet when Harry finds them, sitting together on a sofa, a knitted blanket much faded from the sun pulled over their laps. They look up at him in one identical motion, and he knows it just as well as they do: they will not be free of this expectation of something going wrong for quite some time.

For now, though, they have no cause to worry. Once the hour grows late, Hermione retrieves a spellbook from the impossibly tall tower of tomes that she somehow managed to pack inside one of her trunks. It’s a cookbook, apparently, lent to her by Molly Weasley during her visits.

None of them have any idea how to tackle the process of making dinner from one of its recipes, all been so crossed out and covered in addendums of ink notes and sauce spills that the instructions are practically indecipherable. In the end, they make do through numerous efforts and half-baked success, ingredients added at random and doused in a solid dose of incredulous laughter. They might be poisoning themselves at the end, but it’s fun, and anyway, they’ve never backed down from trying.

The rest of the week passes by in such a haze, good memories made, worse ones forgotten. Ron is oddly good at surfing, and although he claims that it’s just like riding a broom, Harry can’t manage to stay on his feet for longer than a minute whenever he tries. Then again, maybe he isn’t giving it his best effort, as the sound of his friends’ raucous laughter is a better reward than even the longest stretch of staying afloat.

About halfway through the week, they have a near catastrophe when Hermione accidentally buys a cursed talisman that grows into a very irritable stone golem the second she brings it home. It smashes three flower pots and thoroughly spooks a seagull before they manage to take it down. Even then, they don’t trust that the thing won’t come back to life at an inopportune moment, and take to assigning shifts to watch it throughout the day.

They return to the hidden marketplace quite often, and over the span of the week it becomes one of Harry’s favorite places. It reminds him of visiting Diagon Alley for the first time, Hagrid by his side. He spots someone selling a Nimbus 2000 and gets hit by a wave of memories so hard he staggers for a second before righting himself again.

It is great, he thinks, how far he’s come. Terrible, but great. He understands the words of a certain mysterious wandmaker now that he’s on the other side of things. Somewhere in him, there’s a boy who’s never rode a broom before, who pestered Hagrid for a solid gold cauldron the second he saw it. Harry buys a golden potion flask just to silence him.

Eventually, despite their best attempts at slowing down time, the end of the week arrives at last. Harry avoids packing up his things until the day before, as if he can allow them to stay another few days just by pretending otherwise.

All good things must come to an end, however, and the final hour of the seventh day finds the three friends again standing outside the door, luggage in hand. Hermione locks the bolt once more, and then they’re off, walking back down the path towards the drive.

In truth, Harry doesn’t know where he’s meant to go from here. He has, hypothetically, been looking into potential professions, but they all seem like distant aspirations. Perhaps he’ll start looking into them once their journey brings them back, though. The last few hours have made him restless. Horizons aren’t so far off now, and he’s shaken off the scent of death long enough to realize that there is far more left waiting for him.

He looks back up at the house once more before they go. The windows are shut, the lights extinguished. It had been a good home for him, and now it’s nothing more than a distant past. Unlike some of the more recent goodbyes, though, Harry doesn’t let it trouble him. He’ll have far more to do in the coming months.

“You coming?”

A shout from the drive; Hermione and Ron have already started loading their things. Harry takes one last second to stare at the house, but a cloud has shifted in front of the sun, and the last of the glass panes in the windows have ceased to gleam.

He nods and turns towards them, pulling his trunk behind him. There’s only the road ahead now, and nothing more. The past is done with Harry Potter, and he with it.

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Anyone besides you

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Requested : no

prompt 43. “I am so proud of you.” + 90. “I don’t want anyone besides you.”

Pairing : Ron Weasley x (they/them) reader

Type : fluff

Word count : 278

i’m so proud of you!! <3

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“’scue me! Coming through! Sorry!” Y/n repeated, pushing their way through the swarm of bodies, crowding in the great hall. Harry had just defeated Voldemort, the death eaters either fleeing or were killed when they tried to attack some of the innocent children. However, they hadn’t seen Ron, Hermione nor Harry since the three succeeded, looking all over Hogwarts (or what was currently left at the moment). They were walking over to the Weasley family when they had caught a glimpse of the tall Ginger hair, outside in the courtyard, which led to them squeezing and manoeuvring through the multiple bodies. They let a deep breath as they got to the end, running out into the courtyard.

“Ron!” they shouted, getting his attention as his face lit up, a mix of relief and happiness. Harry and Hermione said something to him before walking away, heading into the great hall probably to give the two some privacy. “I am so proud of you.” they grinned, their hands on each side of Ron’s face. He leaned in pressing a kiss to their lips before wrapping his arms tightly around their waist. “I thought I had lost you, oh my god.” he mumbled, nestling his head into their neck. They ran their hand through his hair, chuckling at his comment. “Already hoping to get rid of me? Wow.” they teased, laughing as they saw Ron’s frown as he pulled back, arms still tightly around their waist. “Don’t be so stupid, Y/n/n. You know I don’t want anyone besides you.” he responded seriously, Y/n nodding and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

They couldn’t be happier to be reunited with their soulmate.

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imajinxnation · 2 years

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"Forgetting Something?" - Harry Potter Preference/Reaction

Warning: FLUFF

Ngl I got this idea from a prompt generator😅

Considering Draco isn't exactly my fave character, I liked making his scenario the most!

If you would like a part 2 with more characters, all you have to do is ask!

Harry Potter

As Harry was about to walk out the door for work, he heard you speak,

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Harry turned towards you and thought for a minute, then checked his pockets to feel for anything missing.

"No, I don't think so, now I really have to get to work, love you!" Harry said, hurriedly.

You rolled your eyes and bounced up off your chair to catch him before he leaves. You grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. He was about to say something when he felt your lips press against his. The kiss was over as soon as it started.

"Now you can go!" You smiled and started back towards your chair.

Harry stood there for a second before you spoke again.

"Well? Go, you'll be late if you keep standing there, ya great lump! Get to work!" You giggled as Harry left with the goofiest grin on his face.

Ron Weasley

"Okay, I'm going to work now, love you!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah, love you, too," Ron replied.

As you were just about to turn the door knob, you suddenly realized that your boyfriend hadn't kissed you goodbye. You turned around leaned your back against the door and hummed.

"I think you're forgetting something," you said, staring at your boyfriend who was currently reading the letter he received from Harry earlier.

Ron looked up to see you with a smirk on your face. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in an 'I don't think so', and went back to reading the letter.

You rolled your eyes, pushed yourself off of the aged wood door and stalked over to your boyfriend.

You tilted his chin up to face you and soon enough, your lips lightly touched his. When Ron started to kiss you deeper, you pulled away and walked back to the door.

"Now I'm ready to go, bye!"

Draco Malfoy

It had been a good few minutes after Draco left for work before you realized something; Draco forgot to kiss you goodbye.

You jumped up from the black leather chair you were sitting on, snatched a jacket and a hat to accommodate to the wintery weather and bolted out the door, not before locking it of course.

As you speed walked in the way of your boyfriends work, you were constantly looking around to see if you might be able to get your kiss before he actually gets to the building. Lucky for you, you noticed the blonde, almost white hair and started to walk faster, almost sprinting.

As soon as you caught up to him, you tapped his shoulder. Draco looked behind him and saw you, slightly out of breath.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing, is something wrong?" He asked, worriedly.

"You forgot something!" You huffed out.

"Wha-?"

Draco was cut off by your lips pressed against his, your hands settling on the junction between his neck and shoulders. After a few seconds, Draco tried to deepen the kiss, but was stopped when you broke the kiss.

"That's all! I love you!" You grinned, cheekily, leaving Malfoy in a state of shock.

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Just keeping an eye out(Draco Malfoy)

Paring: Draco malfoy X Weasley!Reader

Summary: Ron suspects your going on a date to Hogsmade and the twins deside to keep an eye out to make sure your safe.

A/n: sorry this sucks and its kinda childish or short but I hope you enjoy.

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I only really had two things on my mind. One, get my best friend Harry to Hogsmade and two, avoid my brothers at all costs. Before I stepped out of the castle I peaked my head out to see if the cost was clear. It was the usal, professor McGonagall was collecting permission slips, my brother Percy was Ringling in the 3rd years and everyone else was talking amongst themselves.

Harry came up behind me and continued the one thousand questions he had as we lefted the Gryffindor comroom. “what are you doing?” Harry whispered as walked to McGonagall and the reast of the class that was going to Hogsmade.

“shh” I said hold my hand out.

“but I didn't get-” he started when he saw his and my permission slips in my hand.

“shh” I then smiled and held out the two premonition slips to Professor McGonagall.

“you forged my aunt and uncle's signeters?” Harry asked bafulled. I shrugged. “technically Fred and George forged your aunt and Uncle's signeters.” I said bluntly.

I then sighed and turned to Harry. “I'm hanging out with Draco today... And for keeping it a secret for this long, this is me saying thank you for not telling my brother... Enjoy Hogsmade” I smiled.

Harry raised an eye browse but had a small smile. I knew he didn't approve. Hell, him and Harry can't even be in the same room without bickering. But I think he held mercy because I was his best friend, but I think the real reason is that he saw how much I cared about him. Hell, Harry can even admit Draco has changed. “is it a date?” I shook my head at him.

“what date?” Ron's voice said suddenly. I jumped as Ron stood between us confused.

“it's not a date” Harry quickly said looking at me then Ron with a nervous look. Ron was smarter than most people gave him credit for. He crossed his arms and looked between us.

“who's going on a date?”

“it's not a date” I sated lying to him and myself. I wanted it to be a date but truthfully it was just to friends hanging out... That hurts to say outlowed.

I finally spotted Draco and said my good-byes to Harry and Ron. I carefully blended into the crowd to make sure Ron didn't see who I was with.

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Ron sighed and shook his head. “it's definitely a date... But with who?” he asked Harry. Harry shrugged and looked around.

“I'm worried, she's too young to date!” Ron said dramatically completely ignoring the fact him and y/n were twins.

“Ron she's old enough There's nothing-” Harry was cut off as Ron sighed and looked over to the twins.

“George, Fred, over here” the twins ran over to Harry and Ron with a smile.

“what's up Ronald?” George asks ruffling his younger brother's hair. Ron scoffed and pushed him away

“how you doing?” Fred added looking at Harry.

“good but it's Ron with the problem” Harry said pointing at The red head. George crossed his arms and turned to his brother.

“what's the problem? Do we need to prank anyone?”

“hex? Or we've been working on our puking pestls and-” Fred started but Ron cut him off.

“no and no” Ron sighed.

“then what is is?” the twins said at the same time.

Ron sighed and blew his top like he's been holding it in for a while. “y/n has a boyfriend and she's going on a date!”

“date?!” George said going into over protective big brother mode.

“Boyfriend?!” Fred added as his smile dropped.

“what!” they both said at the same time as they scanned the crowd for their sister.

“he's not her boyfriend and they're just spending the day together” Harry said trying to defuse the problem. George then looked at Ron with his eyebrow raised.

“who's not her boyfriend?” George asked. “and what's the problem?” Fred added.

“I don't know, but I want you to keep an eye on Y/n” Ron said as Harry just shook his head and left to find Hermione. the twins gave Ron a questioning look and looked behind them trying to find their little sister.

“find out if it's actually a date and most importantly who it is” Ron explains. “I just don't want her to get hurt”

“agreed” the twins said at the Same time as they went into 'protection mode'.

“we got it” George said proudly. “good because I'm counting on you guys” Ron said before thanking them and walking away.

George quickly looked around and held his robe up to his nose like batman would. “stealth mode” he whispered and started run forward like a ninja humming the mission impossible them.

“that's not stealthy!” Fred shouted out once George stop and pressed his back up against a tree acting like him and Fred are spys.

“we're spys now Freddie!”

George and Fred both jumped on the bus and put their hoods up and sunk into the seats behind y/n and her date. Fred looked over the seat with caution and his eyes widened when he saw who she was with. It made Fred's blood boil.

Fred slumped back in his seat with anger. “it's Draco Malfoy” he said through his teeth. George sighed looked at his brother with questioning eyes and looked over the seat to see y/n and Draco joking around and looking out window.

“yup.. Malfoy” is all he said. George was the only one besides Harry who knew how Y/n felt about Draco. Out of all her siblings she was closest to George. When she told him she fell in love with Draco he was irritated at first but fully accepted it. George was over protective but he knew everything would be fine.

Fred on the other hand was angry that someone like malfoy was with his little sister. Fred was a 'shot first and ask questions later' kinda guy when it came to his sister. He did have a suspicion about her feelings but never brought it up. As much as she loved Fred she couldn't tell him quite yet.

“what are we gonna tell Ron?”Fred said shaking his head. “... What are we gonna tell Mum?!” he said quickly setting up and a bit louder than nesasary.

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“so where do you want to go first?” Draco asked lacing his hands behind his back as he walked next to me. I shrugged not exactly knowing where everything is.

“don't know, got any suggestions?” I asked. Before he awnsered I heared a crash I looked behind us and a garbage can was knocked over and Gryffindor scarf was laying on top of the can. I watched a bit longer and saw a long arm reach around the corner blindly reach for the scarf as the owner of the arm hid.

“how about Honey Dukes?” Draco suggested making me look back at him. I smiled and nodded remembering the candy shop Bill would take me and Ginny to all the time. “let's go then” Draco said pointing in the direction to where we were supposed to go.

As we walked it felt weird being with him. Not because I didn't want to be next to him but I could feel eyes judging and staring at us in shock. I sighed and looked down. Draco suddenly stopped in front of me.

“ignore them” he whispered. I looked up and stared at his gray eyes that held a soft expression. “they obviously didn't have anything better to do with their pathetic lives...don't let them judge”

“are you sure you want to be out with a Weasley? I mean our families hate each other” Draco shook his head with a smile. “I don't care what my family thinks... I Want to be here with you” he leaned down and placed a soft but quick kiss on my cheek.

I nodded and looked down as pink tint colored my cheeks. He smirk at my reaction and brushed his hand against mine. “can I hold your hand?” he asked softly.

I chuckled. “Draco malfoy is asking to hold my hand?” his cheeks was suddenly dusted with a light shade of pink as I took his hand. “of course you can” I whispered.

“I just don't want to mess anything up... Or make you uncomfortable” he said as his fingers laced with mine. I smiled softly.

“you have nothing to worry about, your doing great”

Once we got to the shop Draco's hand left mine and he sped up to the door. He quickly opened it and held it for me. “wow, what a gentleman” I said playfully.

“only for you” he said as we walked in the store. I smiled as I looked around, this place never fails to amaze me and every time I come here feels like the first. I'm always amazed by all the colors and the amazing smells in there. The smells of taffy and chocolates surround us.

“it's alright” he said nonshlontly but then showed a smile to show he was joking. I rolled my eyes and pulled him towards a section that had different M&Ms all separated by colors. It was one of those deals where you get what ever color you want. Draco laughed at my enthusiasm and grabbed a jar.

“what colors?” he asked. “umm.. Red of course” he laughed and grabbed pulled the handle and the bottom filled with red. “green” he said and a layer of green fell on the red.

“get some blue too” added. He nodded and as he pulled the lever I heard a crash I looked behind me and a display of all flavor beans fell over. My eye brows knitted together when I saw a certain red head quickly race behind a display of gummy wands trying not to be seen. That certain red had was my big brother George and he was doing a terrible job at not being seen.

“what's next?” Draco's voice said bring me back to reality. I quickly turned back to him and cleared my throat trying to focus on us and not my best friend spying on me.

“umm.. You pick” Draco looked up at all the colors and went to the black ones and smiled. “how about black?” he said and filled it up. There was room for one more color. “alright what's the special color to top it off” Draco asked.

“purple?” I shrugged. He smiled with a nod and pulled the leaver to release the M&Ms. “purple” he smiled and put a lid on after it was filled up.

He handed me the jar with a smile. “we should get some chocolate frogs too” Draco replied as we moved around the crowded room. I arched an eye brow at him.

“didn't know you were the chocolate frog type of guy”

He smirked and grabed four boxes. “there's lots of things you don't know about me Darling” stopped in my tracks and turned a bright red at the nickname. He must of noticed because he simply winked and grabbed my hand to get some more candy.

As we walked by I rolled my eyes because two people were suddenly holding up Quibbler magazines hiding their faces. Not to mention the magazine was upside down. It was of course George and Fred. They must have forgotten they were wearing their one of a kind sweaters with their enital sewed in the middle. I rolled my eyes and pulled Draco towards the shelf that had different gummies.

After awhile we got what we wanted and took it the regester. Before I could get my gallions out Draco payed for everything. I frowned. “you didn't have to do that” he shrugged and carried the bag out.

“Don't worry about it” he smiled. “pluse you don't make a lady pay on a date”

I raised an eye brow. “so it's a date now” I playfully nugged his shoulder with mine. He blushed and stopped. This time he didn't try to hid it.

“well if you don't want it too be-” I stood there with my eye browse raised. Draco malfoy was nervous.

“Draco” I said grabbing his hand.

He stopped rambling and looked at me. “to be honest I would want our first date to be nicer than just a walk through Hogsmade with the rest of the school around”

“this is my type of date if I'm being honest... I'm not into all the overly fancy date stuff”

He smiled softly. “I'll keep that in mind... And thanks for coming with me today... I'm one lucky Bloke to even have a girl like you even look in my direction”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. His gray-blue eyes stared into mine with nothing but love and affection. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine softly. I quickly responded and laced my fingers through his blond hair as his held my waist.

“Shh!”

“he needs keep his grubby Slytherin hands off our sister”

“shut up Fred”

The arguing made me pull away and I looked around. “what's wrong?” Draco asks. I sighed and looked over at the three broomsticks building. Outside two people were setting at a table and hiding behind two Daily Profet papers.

“we got company” I sighed as I marched over to the twins. I ripped the paper out of Fred's hands and he looked up wearing a pair of sunglasses. “sis! Fancy seeing you here”

I placed my fist on my hip and stared at my older brothers as Draco came up behind us with a nervous look. “why are you guys spying on us?”

George looked up at me playing dumb. “I don't know what your talking about... Just enjoying the trip same as you” I rolled my eyes not believing them. I knew when my brothers all too well.

“boys come on” I said softly. Fred sighed. “we just wanted to make sure you were okay” Fred started.

“it's your first real date, we wanted to me sure you were happy” George added. Draco nodded figuring the twins would rat him out. “we won't tell anyone” George stated making Draco look up surprised.

“we'll come up with some excuse... Like we'll say it some Git from Ravenclaw" Fred said. I smiled thanking the boys.

“if he makes you happy then we're happy” George said hugging me. He then turned to Draco.

“but if you hurt her there will be nothing left of you, but some blond hair and an acadent” George Said pointing at the boy. Draco didn't look scared necessarily but he did look at George with respect I've never seen before.

“she's still our little sister and if she comes to us and your the reason for her tears we'll stick a firework up your-" my eyes widened and I placed my hand over Fred's mouth. “thank you Freddie” his muffled voice stopped and I uncovered his mouth.

“thanks boys” Draco said genuinely which seemed to surprise the twins. He nodded and said their good byes.

“don't worry they're harmless” I said nudging Draco. I then snickered. “actually they aren't but we'll be fine”

He chucked and looked down. “no, it's nice that you have family that have your back like that.... I know none of my family would do that... My mother would" I gave him a soft smile.

“I'm sorry” he stopped in front of me and placed his hand on my cheek and blushed as nuzzled into the warmth of his hand.

“it's not your fault and it's fine really” I looked at him sadly but he should nothing but a huge grin.

“come on Weasley smile, we're having fun right?” I laughed softly and grabed his hand as we continued to walk.

“I did have fun with you today” I said to the blonde Slytherin. He smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “me too”

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“so who was it?” Ron asked walking up to the twins with Harry and Hermione. Hermione gave the three a questioning look.

Fred shrugged and glanced over at y/n who was with Draco and Neville. “some Git from Ravenclaw”

“yeah I don't think it's anything to worry about” George added. Hermione then put all the pieces together then suddenly slapped Ron on the back of the head. He wined and rubbed his head.

“you got the your brothers to spy on your sister?"

“I just want her to be safe” Ron said still rubbing his head.

George chuckled and looked back at his sister. She was setting in between Draco and her other best friend Neville. The three were laughing and sharing candy. He wasn't worried anymore. Yeah Draco was a jerk but he was certin he'd never hurt her.

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