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The Battle Of Hogwarts - Seamus Finnigan x reader

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@makeitmarvellous asked:

Can you do a Seamus finnigan hp imagine where in year 7 the reader went with the trio to find the deathly Hallows leaving Seamus at Hogwarts. They sent a few letters but stopped for both their safety. She hasn't seen him for over a year and when the trio and her arrive at Hogwarts before the battle of Hogwarts she doesn't recognize him until he talks. She hates herself for leaving him in this state and not recognizing him but it ends in fluff?

It felt like years on the run, but in actual fact as you sat waiting around the table in the Hogshead drinking what felt like the fifth glass of water and snacking on the second bowl of chips, it had only been eleven months. You had decided at the end of your sixth year to join Harry, Hermione and Ron on their journey for horcruxes after accidentally stumbling across the conversation that Harry and Dumbledore had been having mid-year, Dumbledore had recruited you then as a good friend and house mate of Harry’s to look out for him, and as one of the top witches in your year, alongside Hermione and Draco, you had more than proved yourself capable of helping. At the time however, you had been in a rather committed relationship with Seamus Finnigan, having been together with him since he had asked you to be his partner to the Yule ball in your fourth year at Hogwarts, the rest as you everyone else had surmised had been history. That was until you had actually left during Bill and Fleur’s wedding with the others and your hunt for the last of the horcruxes had started. It was also after writing to each other for a week whilst the four of you were hiding out in Grimmauld place that you decided to end your relationship with him and that it would probably be a good idea to stop writing letters to each other as well, to keep each other safe. It had hurt, especially since you hadn’t known the safety of your one true love but if it meant his safety you would risk it. After finding the locket, you and Hermione had learnt very quickly not to actually wear the locket, but to keep it near you, as long as their was an article of clothing between you and the locket it couldn’t effect you in the way it seemed to effect Ron and Harry, whom had ignored your suggestions altogether. When Ron had had his outburst and left you stayed behind, Ron had been almost as furious with you as he had been hurt at Hermione for choosing the search and Harry over him, but you knew that this was a fight that needed to be continued, if you stopped now then it wouldn’t get done and nobody would get rid of Lord Voldemort. You had managed to get rid of the locket and find Helga Hufflepuff’s cup, but now you were trying to get into Hogwarts, trying to find something that could be linked to Ravenclaw only the second the four of you had stepped into Hogsmeade you’d tripped some sort of switch and it set off an alarm.

Aberfoth had found you, you had known who he was from the moment you had laid eyes on him, though the others had needed a little bit of help to understand the situation, even Hermione had been a bit confused about that one, and when you spotted the portrait hanging up on the wall you asked

“That’s your sister isn’t it? Ariana Dumbledore?” you ask and Aberforth nods his head,

“Yes” he nods towards her before you all watch her walk off as he sets plates of food down in front of you. He’d already scolded the four of you for coming to Hogsmeade, for trying to fulfill the quest that his brother had sent you, telling you it was a fools errand but you had stood up for it saying that it was one that had been a necessary evil given the fact that Voldemort had only gotten more followers, your argument had quitened him down some, you knew he wanted to argue more but could see that he was giving you an apparising look as well. You watched standing alongside Harry, Ron and Hermione, as Aberforth busied himself in the Hogshead whilst you watched the portrait of Aberforth and Albus’s sister return with someone following behind her. Hermione stepped closer asking

“Is that who I think it is?’ and as the portrait swings open and you all gasp happily, beams spreading across your face as you see the tall gangly seventh year looking the worse for wear but looking incredibly happy to see the four of you.

“Neville!”

“Harry, Ron, Hermione, Y/N, it’s so good to see you” Neville says as he shakes hands with Harry and Ron, before pulling you and Hermione into seperate hugs, he whispers in your ear

“Maybe now Seamus might finally stop worrying his blessed little cotton socks off, now that he knows your alright and in one piece” you blush at that. The others who had heard his whisper give a knowing look and you shoot them a look of annoyance before you usher for Neville to led the way. You followed Neville, Ron, Harry and Hermione through the portrait and into the Room of Requirment seeing faces both familiar and unfamiliar all staring up at you as they all applaud and congratulate you all before you look around at the people gathered, seeing most have them have scars and fresh wounds much like Neville’s and you ask

“Is this all the Carrow’s doing?”, someone steps forward and says

“It’s the punishment we all get for not doing their bidding, such as cursing first years for getting spells wrong”, a thick Irish voice states and you gasp, your eyes raking over the form of your ex, the love of your life and your heart breaks that you hadn’t recognised him sooner

“Oh Seamus” you say taking a step towards him as he does the same, arms instantly wrapping around each other but you can tell he’s trying desperately not to wince at the pain. You pull back slightly and see that he has a black eye that’s almost healed and his nose looks like its been broken recently as well, he’s got a fresh scar on his cheek which you place a kiss on and he looks at you shocked before he smiles at you slowly

“I’m so glad your safe” he whispers

“As am I” you say, your arms not leaving his waist as someone asks and you turn towards the others

“What are you doing back here Harry?”

“We’re here to search for something, something that was special to Rowena Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw house?” Harry answers

“Theirs her lost diadem” Luna says and Cho pokes her and says

“Its the lost diadem for a reason, no ones seen it for years”. A rustle is heard before someone rushes into the room and you spot Ginny through the crowd, her eyes landing on Harry before she says

“Snape knows that Harry was in Hogsmeade and he knows he’s in the castle”

“Almost a year since she last saw me and it’s like I’m bloody Frankie first year, I’m her brother” Ron says, Seamus smirks as he nuzzles closer into your side and teases

“She’s got five of those, but theres only one Harry” you giggle before giving his shoulder a gentle shove and he chuckles at the shocked look you can see on Ron’s face. Unfortunately there is a loud chiming of the bell and the others all quickly don their robes and Harry dresses in his own robes as well, hiding amongst the sea of Gryffindor’s, but not before you Hermione and Ron pull him into a hug and whisper

“Be safe”.

You follow Harry soon after when the Order of the Phoenix arrive in the Room of Requirement and enter the Great Hall with them, and its not long before the fight begins. You had seen way too much life and death but they time the four of you decide to split up, deciding to regroup with Ron and Hermione again after you had run into Tonks who had said that she needed to find Remus before it was too late. Your racing down the one of the corridors, Harry holding your hand, the two of you trying to avoid walls blasting in and boulders being thrown at you, giant spiders crawling towards you and spells being blasted this way and that. When you round the corner you witness Percy and Fred Weasley making up just as a wall gets blown apart from behind them, you scream out a blood curdling scream as Harry pushes you to the ground and holds you in his arms as rubble falls around you, you sob as you get to your feet and you hear Percy screaming at the random Death Eater through the hole in the wall, something about murder and enjoying cursing the hell out him. You hear sobs from your left and see Ron and Hermione, comforting each other, and you rush over to them, throwing your arms around Hermione and Ron. You give yourselves three minutes respite before your resolve is made up and all look at each other, nodding in determination. You follow Harry, the four of you deciding to go in pairs again, after seeing the loss of such a wholesome person and a good friend you spend the whole time your unsure if you’ll see Seamus alive again, and you hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell him you loved him.

“Harry, I don’t know how much longer I can go in this fight without telling Seamus I love him and hearing him say it back. Not when either one of might not make it to morning” you say and Harry looks back at you, reaching for your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze

“We’ll try and find him okay? I feel the same way about Ginny” he admits and you give him a knowing smile, before the two of you continue on with your mission.

It’s after the two of you have spoken to the Grey Lady and having been inside the Ravenclaw common room that your racing back towards the Room of Requirement, this time for a different purpose that both you and Harry run into Ginny and Seamus. As soon as you see him you barrel straight into his arms and capture his lips in yours

“I love you so much Seamus, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it through this fight to get back to you”

“I love you with my entire being Y/N” he whispers before kissing you again and he and Ginny race in the opposite direction. You watch the two of them retreat before you whisper

“Please stay safe”, Harry hearing your whispered plea takes your hand and pulls you in for a hug, as you feel like your going to cry. You have to clear your throat and you sigh

“Alright there’s no time and no point getting emotional we’ve got to try and find that diadem. Let’s go end this fight” you say to Harry and he places a kiss on your forehead

“Let’s do this Y/N/N” you crack a smile, at the timing of him giving you the nickname that only he and Hermione had ever given you. It was something that had come about one night when Ron hadn’t been with you and it had stuck.

In the Room of Requirement was where Hermione and Ron met up with you, but it was also where Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy cornered you and you had been so close to finding the diadem, Harry had been so sure of it. When Malfoy and Crabbe started loosing control of their wands setting the room a blaze Hermione and Ron had tried to use their magic to put out the flames whilst you and Harry had climbed the piles of randomly piled furniture and began to search for the diamdem

“It’s there, I can see it” you say, reaching through the crack in between the chairs and down, straining to try and grab it.

“Hurry! I don’t think we can hold off the flames much longer” Hermione cries, as Ron cries out as one particular flame has been sent straight towards Hermione and you can hear Ron screaming out over the flames

“That’s my girlfriend! You fucker!” you want to query what the hell had happened in the time that the two had been away from you and Harry but you knew that the task at hand was currently more important than anything else, the fact that Ron and Hermione may now be in a relationship be damned.

“I don’t know if I can grab it Harry, my arms aren’t long enough” he looks at you and gives you a nod of encouragement

“You can Y/N/N, I know you” he says and you sigh before stretching just a little bit more and finally managing to grip the diadem. As you pull it out of the gap you squeal in triumph

“I did it!” Harry beams before the two of you slide down the pile of trinkets back to the ground. The flames in shapes of different animals now creeping towards you. Ron rounds the corner and screams

“It’s uncontrollable, why couldn’t he ever learn to control his spells properly” he races up to Hermione wrapping his arms around her waist as he runs guiding the two of them down a pathway that doesn’t seem to have been touched by the flames yet. You and Harry follow along after, holding hands again, the connection to one of you closest people spurring you on. Its when you and Harry almost crash into Hermione and Ron and fall into a pile of broomsticks that you all get a look in your eye, the only way out of this damn fire is to fly.

You jump on your own broomstick, as does Harry, whilst Hermione rides on the back of Ron’s. The three of you are flying out of the room, when you and Harry spot Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all stuck on the top of table piling on top of pile of furniture about to be engulfed by the flames and you look over at Harry and give him a nod

“We have to save them” Harry calls over his shoulder at Ron who looks over at the three Slytherin’s and scowls, as the four of you watch the table fall and Crabbe fall into the fire, falling to his death.

“If we’re going to do this we’re going to have to be fast” you shout and Harry nods

“If we die for them I’m gonna kill you both” Ron says and you sigh before turning your broom around and fly over Goyle, reaching down and picking him up so that he can try and scramble on to the back of your broomstick, Harry grabs Malfoy before the six of you fly back towards the doors, Ron does a spell as your heading towards the doors to open them and just as you fly through the threshold the Fiendfyre catches the end of your broomsticks flipping you all off and throwing you into the opposite wall. You, Hermione and Ron are the first ones to recover as Hermione hands you one of the Basilisk fangs

“I’m not, I can’t” you say and they both look at you

“Come on Y/N, we’ve all done one now. You can do it!” Ron says but as you creep nearer to the Diadem; Voldemort’s voice fills your head as a rather vivid image fills your head, one of Seamus admitting to Dean that he doesn’t love you at all and that he was so relieved that you had been gone, you scream in anguish and cry as you feel Harry and Hermione wrap their arms around you as they both whisper

“Ignore him Y/N/N, it’s all a part of it. A part of the horcrux sees its killers deepest fears and feeds on it. You can do this, don’t believe what he’s showing you” you look up at both of them and see the truth in both of their eyes and nod your head.

“I can do this!” you say determined, you get closer to the diadem and raise the Basilisk fang before you scream and smash it down into the sapphire in the top of the headpiece, before Ron comes up from behind it and kicks it into the Fiendfyre, just Harry lets out an anguished cry, before you all cover your ears as Voldemort’s voice fills your ears.

Everything feels like it passes in a blur after that, Snape being killed in what appears to be cold blood, Harry deciding to turn himself over to Voldemort, seeing those who had died, house mates, teachers, friends, your heart broke before you, Hermione and Ginny decided to help take care of the wounded whilst the deceased laid in the Great Hall. Neville’s beautiful speech, being able to fight alongside Seamus once Harry had shown his true cards, and then the ending of the battle when Voldemort had finally been ended. More importantly for you the perfect moment for you came when after so much loss and grief, Seamus got down on one knee in front of everyone who remained behind in the Great Hall and declared

“Y/N Y/L/N, I know we are still young, and we have so much in our lives to discover, but these last eleven months a part from you, not knowing if you were safe or if I would ever get to see you, hold you in my arms again only proved to me just how much my heart and soul belong to you, how much they have belonged to you since the moment I meet you back on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago and you welcomed the small, Irish boy who kept blowing things up into your friend group and later on into your heart” he pulls out a jewellery box and you gasp because you had no idea where he had even gotten the chance to get this on a night such as this

“So Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? My Mrs Finnigan?’ he asks and you look down into you his eyes and see them filled with so much love and devotion for you that you can’t help but kneel down in front of him, and wrap your arms around his neck

“Of course I will marry you Seamus” you whisper and he beams before opening the lid on the jewellery box and showing you the elegant diamond ring before taking it from the box and slipping it on your finger before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. You beam and when the kiss is broken you notice that everyone is clapping, and you try to hide yourself away in his shoulder because of all the attention

“Aww babe, your one of the heroes of the wizarding world and now your my fiance please don’t be shy” he says and you look up into his eyes, a blush on your cheeks before you smile

“Say it again?” you ask and he smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he whispers

“My fiance” and you can’t help but laugh giddily at his words.

“Yours, forever” you say and he nods.

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kkurades · 2 years

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━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

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Kinktober Day 24:Hot and Cold-Seamus Finnigan

It was the time of year for a celebration and Professor Dumbledore had let the students have a spring ball with the theme ‘mystery’, with one request students are to wear masquerade masks to the ball. You walked into the decorated Great Hall in your floor length gown and adorned on your head was a stunning gold eye mask.

You joined your friend group on the dance floor bopping to the musical stylings of The Weird Sisters.

The dance floor was crowded with students. So it wasn’t uncommon to have someone brush up against you. But what was uncommon was a body pressing against you you convinced yourself that maybe it was because of the crowded dance floor and payed them no mind.

But when they wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to them as they danced. You knew that this was deliberate. You lost yourself to the music wiggling your hips causing your ass to brush against them. You felt arousal pressed against your ass as you leant into them teasingly.

They whispered against your ear in a thick Irish accent “Let me look at you”. You spun around so you were now in the arms of a scruffy Sandy haired boy. “"be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable."

You blushed as you spun around for the mystery boy. You put your hand on his chest and stared into his eyes. He took this as a sign and leaned in for a kiss.

Your tongues mingled with his as you made out on the dance floor. You pulled on his hand to follow you out of The Great Hall. Once you got to the corridor you resumed your passionate embrace. His lips travelling down kissing your jaw, neck, collar bone.

You moan and he declares “if we don’t go somewhere, I’ll have to take you right here” you chuckled as you took his hand pulling him up to your dormitory.

Once inside you took off your shoes sighing with relief as the mysterious man stood watching you. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now?” You asked. He walked closer to you and joined you on the bed “ I was just admiring your legs” he admitted running his hands up your smooth legs.

You grabbed onto his shirt pulling him into you and kissing him. “ i want to keep to the mystery let me blindfold you?”,You nodded smiling at the idea of sensory deprivation.

Normally you are the type of person who doesn’t do one-night stands but tonight was different.

Your hands fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt revealing the hard-defined body. His hands on your thigh as he continued to tease you by brushing the hem of your dress until he had a full view of your underwear. You pulled them down exposing yourself to the night air.

Your hands went to his pants working them down as his cock sprang free. “You’re driving me wild” he admitted kissing your neck. A moment later his hands travelled up to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples through your bra and sending little darts of lightning through your nerve endings.

You arched into his touch desperate to get closer. He chuckled as he took his wand out muttering a spell that turned your world into darkness.

You felt a warm hand on your thigh before you felt a vibrating sensation against your inner thighs. You wiggled as you felt the slow vibrations press against your clit.

It stayed there as you felt his hands memorise every curve of your body.he hummed in appreciation capturing you in a kiss.The vibrations were intense and you couldn’t control your movements.

But what stopped your movements was a freezing sensation against your breasts.You stilled your movements unsure what was going on, your suspicion confirmed when the mystery man ran ice cubes over your nipples. You arched your back at the unfamiliar sensation.

The dripping down your body as goosebumps formed on your skin. The wet warm feeling of a tongue followed. Drinking the water pooling on your body.

You felt a drop on your belly but instead of an icy sensation you felt the heat, as hot candle wax hit your skin. It's nothing you can't handle, but it certainly hurt.

You waited to feel the sensation as he placed an ice cube on your abdomen. Ice was melting everywhere; there were wet puddles on your skin. Which he lapped up like a thirsty dog.

Meanwhile hot wax was dripping on your inner thighs. Suddenly the vibrating stopped and there was no ice or hot wax but before you had a chance to take a breath, the mystery man was kissing his way to your cunt.

Parting your folds and licking on the little pearl in little circles. Your hands went to his hair holding him in place as you bucked your hips against his mouth. His tongue darted back and forth along the folds of your skin slowly, your breath felt heavy as your pressure built up again, and you were desperate for a release.

As he drove his tongue back to your clit, you moaned arching your back off the mattress and swearing loudly. He continued hitting the spot at a faster pace, your knees shook, and you were panting and holding onto his head.

As the vibrations shook your body he licked and sucked continuously until your breath returned to a normal rhythm.

You felt an object being inserted into your ass, slowly as your teeth gritted until you felt full, a moment after you felt mystery man rubbing his cock over your wet folds before entering you.

The phallic object moved in and out slowly in your ass, at the same time you felt his cock rubbing over your already sensitive cunt. His hands were on your hips as he pushed his cock inside you.

You moaned as you moved your hips back and forth meeting the thrusts of mystery man and the toy. The rhythm increased of powerful thrusts turning into full blown pounding.

This was a new sensation for you and you were was loving every moment of it. You felt so stuffed and the intensity of the pleasure was nothing you ever felt before.

You cried out as your orgasm tore through your body shaking it hard, your cum covering the cock inside as the sounds of the sliding body parts filled the room as he pounded hard and fast against you desperate for his release.

You heard his grunts and felt the hard pushes into your cunt. As he grabbed your hips hard emptying his hot load inside you.

You felt truly filled but he continued thrusting the phallic object in your ass pounding away a new level of pleasure. Giving violent thrust after violent thrusts. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build again and the feeling builds inside you until you explode again, you were soaked from sweat and juices and you weren’t aware that you could cum that hard or much.

You come down from your orgasm collapsing on the bed. You knew tomorrow you will be sore but it was so worth it. You settled against his body as he lifted the spell and the moonlight was lighting the room.

It didn't take either of you much time before you were both fast asleep.

The next morning you awoke aching and in need of a hot shower to ease the pressure of your muscles. You noticed your mystery man had left, so you dressed and gathered your gear to head to the bathrooms.

When you turned a corner and hit the hard planes of a body.

“Sorry love” he said bending down to pick up your clothes and materials for the shower. Your eyes widened at the Irish man accent as last nights activities flooded your mind once again.Dumbfounded you just stared at him. For your one night stand was none other than Seamus Finnigan.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #kinktober #hp smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober22 #harry potter #seamus finnigan #seamus #Seamus Finnigan Smut #seamus finnigan x reader

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The Heist pt. 6

You can read it from the beginning, here.

A New Addition

Draco, along with the three other wizards in the room, froze as a swath of red hair preceded the voice of Ginny Weasley. As she entered Draco’s study behind her husband.

“Hello, boys.”

“I thought I said I drew the line at Weasley!” Theo practically bellowed.

Draco quirked a brow at him. “I thought you had been referring to her brother.”

“I was, but you get one and you end up with the lot of them!”

“That’s not a thing. Besides, she’s a Potter.” Harry protested on behalf of his wife who huffed out a laugh.

“It’s sort of a thing.” Ginny Weasley swayed into the room like she owned it. Draco recalled her being rather confident, in comparison to her older brother. But this was a woman who not only exuded confidence, but looked utterly un-phased by Theo's ranting.

“What are you doing here, Aunt Ginny?” Teddy, who looked rather nervous, asked as he slid the guards lanyard behind his back.

Ginny strode over to the couch and set herself down, propping her feet upon the coffee table and announced, “I want in.”

Draco, of course, grinned broadly at her husband. But Theo managed to choke on his saliva as he struggled and failed to dignify the witch with a response.

“She figured out that I was up to something.”

“How?” Seamus asked as he fist bumped Ginny before setting himself across from her on one of the arm chairs.

“Well, first off all, Hermione dropped by the other day and insisted she speak to him in private. I always know that whenever she can’t speak to him in front of me, it has to do with naughty wizards.” She sucked through her teeth. “Secondly, I found Ron covering for him at work.”

“Weasley is covering for you?” Seamus raised a brow.

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Who else can I trust to cover for me?”

“Not Weasley!” Theo growled.

“Ron wont give me away, Nott. Calm down. He knows about mine and Grangers schemes to get the some of the human traffickers caught.”

“Don’t you play Quidditch?” Draco asked, as he searched his drawers for something to munch on.

“Not anymore.” She drawled. “I work with Fred at the Joke Shop.”

“Oh, just what we needed. How fruitful your experience is to us. How useful you will be—”

“Exactly.” Ginny cut him off, casually and completely ignoring his sarcasm. “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,” She sighed. “I’m bored.”

“Bored?!”

Draco shrugged, because well, he could relate. He had tried to retire from this life and worked part time for the Ministry as an auditor. But, half the time, he felt like stuffing his head into a carousel, just so he could have something more entertaining to do.

Theo opened his mouth to protest but paused and looked over at Harry. “Where is Granger?”

He shrugged and slid onto the couch beside his wife, who promptly moved her feet to his lap, instead. “I thought she was with you lot.”

“She was.” Theo squinted his eyes, briefly, then shook his head. As if to dispel his mind of any ill thoughts.

“Ginny,” Draco began. “You can help Potter set up a meeting with Astoria Greengrass.”

“Alright.” She didn’t ask anything except for, “Under what pretext?”

“To discuss the ongoing work of incorporating the normalcy of Muggle ways into the Wizarding world. Such as,” He gestured toward the two of them. “Cell phones.”

“Speaking of which. We should probably get some.” Harry tossed in. “Burner phones, anyway.”

“Why would we want to burn phones?” Theo scoffed.

“I’ve burned phones before. They sort of explode with enough heat applied.” Seamus nodded enthusiastically.

“Not —” Harry pinched his brow and sighed. “Nevermind. Just ask Hermione, will you?”

Draco agreed with Harry. Cell phones, though he had not much experience with them, seemed terribly convenient.

“If you had to guess,” Theo mused. “Where would you say Granger is?” He glanced at the old grandfather clock Draco had acquired from an antique shop many, many jobs ago.

“Probably doing something sneaky.” Ginny snorted and Harry chuckled. Theo frowned deeply as he played with an hour glass on Draco’s shelves.

Draco was on the verge of asking Ginny a question about the meeting when the aroma of garlic and onion began to waft through the door.

Just before Granger rounded the corner and held up two bags of Chinese take out.

Draco nearly groaned at the sight of it and the smells. Instead, he grinned broadly at her as she smirked across the room at him.

“Just lovely.” Draco directed at Theo who scowled at him.

“Where have you been?” Theo rounded on the witch who frowned up at him as she handed him a bag.

She took her wand from her pocket and quickly transfigured an old wooden cigar box into a dining table, and then added several chairs transfigured out of random items from Draco’s study, such as pens and decorative rocks.

“Hi, Gin!” Granger greeted her friend with absolutely no surprise at finding her presence.

“Hey ‘Mione!” Ginny called from her spot on the couch.

“I got Dinner, Theo.” Granger said to him.

He settled into a chair and frowned at her, clearly disbelieving her.

“Well,” She sighed and gestured to the seat at the head of the table for Draco before settling into one directly across from Theo. “I did make one extra stop.”

“Oh, did you?” Theo leaned back in his chair and watched as she unpacked takeout container after takeout container.

“I did.” She looked rather pleased with herself, causing Draco to smile at her as her twinkling eyes met his.

“And?”

“Well,” She bit her lower lip and reached into that little charmed purse of hers.

When she withdrew her hand, she held up a long, slender piece of ivory.

“Is that walrus ivory?” Draco asked, impressed.

“It is!” She handed it to him as he settled at the table.

Harry, Seamus, Teddy and Ginny all joined and began to pick through the food.

“You want to make a replica.” Draco murmured, nodding as he turned the piece over.

“I do.” She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tucked into a box of chow mien.

“And where did you happen to come up on a tusk of a walrus?”

Granger shrugged and took a bite of noodles. “I stopped by Cormac’s.”

Theo made a gagging noise while Harry and Ginny cringed.

“I knew it.”

“McLaggen?” Seamus’ nose crinkled in disgust.

“Yes, he owed me a favor.”

Draco decided that while it was amusing to watch the lot of them degrade McLaggen, he didn’t appreciate the flustered look on Granger’s face as she tried to avoid all of the disapproving looks from her friends.

“I found out whose blood was used for the ward on The Wand,” Draco broke into the tension as he pinched a piece of salt and pepper chicken.

“You did?” Granger’s discomfort immediately vanished. “Who?”

“Astoria Greengrass.”

Theo choked on his noodles and Granger glanced at him before tilting her head. “How odd. How did you find out?”

“Well,” He poked around the paper container a bit before setting it down. “I saw her at the museum talking with the curator and after a bit of research I found that she is, indeed, the one who donated the item from a personal collection of art she has been building over the years.”

“Oh, well, how do we get some of her blood?”

“That’s where the meeting with the Potters comes in.” He nodded to the couple who nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” Granger’s mouth pulled to one side. Her little forehead furrowed as she thought about it. “How is Harry and Ginny supposed to get her to give them blood.”

“Why don’t you meet with her?” Theo asked to which Draco chuckled at.

“You know Tori hates me.”

“Yes, but, when she inevitably slaps you and cuts herself on your rings as you lift a hand in defense, then we can get some of her blood. Deal done.”

“Why does Astoria Greenhouse hate you so much?” Granger leaned her elbows onto the table, eager eyes taking in the exchange between him and Theo.

“Because he left her at the alter.”

Ginny and Granger gasped, affronted. Granger leaned back in her seat and gaped at him.

“Why?” She finally asked.

Draco swiped the chow mien from where she had placed it and took a bite. When he swallowed, he frowned at her and shrugged.

“Oh, I think I remember that, now!” Ginny nodded emphatically. “Of course, I don’t remember any article saying that you ditched out on her.” She grimaced while simultaneously piercing Draco with a disapproving look.

“It doesn’t matter.” Granger shook her head, as if sensing the same discomfort in him as she felt when interrogated about McLaggen. “What matters is that Draco cannot be the one to get her blood, so it’ll have to be you two.”

Theo nodded. “And it’ll have to be creative.”

Teddy raised a hand, lazily as he reached over for an eggroll. “How does one get blood, creatively?”

Everyone around the table fell quiet as they ate.

“We could stab-” Seamus began.

“No.” Ginny cut him off.

“We could stupefy her.” Teddy shrugged. “Take her blood then obliviate her.”

Draco robbed at his jaw with a chuckle.

“Or,” Granger’s eyes were moving back and forth, looking between everyone around the table and doing some sort of mental calculation in her head.

“We could ask her.”

Theo laughed once. “Why didn’t we think of that, already?”

But Granger shook her head, undeterred. “She’s interested in the Muggles in some way, is she not? I mean, she’s donated a a piece of history to a muggle museum.”

Draco nodded. “She did. She has pushed her family to accept and embrace Muggles and things like Science and Art.”

Granger’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!”

“What are you saying?” Theo leaned forward, pressing his own elbows into the table.

“We could have Ginny and Harry pretend to be involved in some sort of Muggle foundation meant to study the link between the two. We can also tell her that it is meant to help the Wizarding world advance in Magic and Science, save lives or some rubbish like that.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “But in the Muggle world, there are specialist that take blood. We’re not Phlebotomists.”

She nodded. “A few of us can act like members of the foundation.”

“So we need to arrange a meeting with her to discuss it, first.” Ginny held up her chopsticks.

“Tomorrow.” Draco nodded.

“We’ll need Polyjuice potion.”

Draco nodded to Theo. “That’s not a problem. We have plenty.”

Granger leaned back in her seat. “This foundation needs to look real.”

Draco nodded and began to dig into his Salt and Pepper chicken with a renewed enthusiasm. “It will be real.” He smiled at her as he chewed.

“You mean Zabini?”

He nodded and Theo chuckled. “Zabini is going to help us screw over Greengrass. This is going to be interesting.”

“It’s going to be brilliant.” Teddy whooped and tossed an eggroll into his mouth. “Please tell me that I get to go.”

Harry and Ginny began to protest but it was Draco who appraised the kid and nodded. “What else can you morph into?”

“I could morph into a dog if it meant you’d let me play a bigger role.”

Draco laughed and glanced over at Granger who looked slightly concerned for the kid. Then at Theo who was grinning broadly at Teddy Lupin.

“This can work.” Theo nodded before settling his excited stare onto Draco.

Both men looked to Granger and watched as she fought the twitch of her lips, the fight against the smile that pushed to be seen once they settled their own onto her.

She sighed. “We’re going to need books on Phlebotomy, Teddy.” She glanced over at Draco’s clock. “The library should be open for another hour. We can make it if we hurry, now.”

Draco nodded, appreciatively, and winked at Granger.

He wasn’t sure if a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, or if it was a trick of the lighting.

"Oh," Theo perked up, suddenly recalling something. "While you're out, Granger, will you get us some of those burning phones?"

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imagininghogwarts · 2 months

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i suppose i should probably write a bit, yeah? 🫡

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cuntrygirlcallista · 2 years

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Luna Lovegood | Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)

“Wrackspurts, your head is full of them”

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pagsys-writings · 2 months

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29. Muddled

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Dean said through a grunt. He fixed his grip on Seamus’s belt and heaved him up, so Seamus’s arm was across his shoulders and the majority of Seamus’s weight was supported against his hip and side. “We’re going to have to walk,” Dean decided. He wasn’t terribly inebriated from the drinks he’d had, but he didn’t want to risk injuring Seamus further. Seamus mumbled something incoherent — but sounded suspiciously like a complaint — as his head lulled to bump against Dean’s shoulder. “You don’t get to complain,” Dean said with a huff as he started to basically drag Seamus down the sidewalk. “I told you attempting that spell while drunk was a bad idea.” It had backfired spectacularly, leaving Seamus in his current muddled state. “Besides,” Dean began his slow, unsteady walk forward, “I’m the one doing all the work.” Seamus made another unintelligible grumble, though this one bordered on a whine. Dean smiled tenderly despite their current predicament. “I know. We’ll get you fixed up in no time. Don’t worry.”

#seamus finnigan #dean thomas #deamus #harry potter fanfiction #101 micro fic prompts #I just imagine #Dean: this is a terrible idea #Seamus: what's the worst that could happen?#and before dean gives him the laundry list of all the bad things #seamus casts something and boom #like always it blows up #spectacularly

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friendlyneighborhoodmermaid · 1 year

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There isn't enough Seamus Finnigan love out there

#harry james potter #harry potter #seamus finnigan #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon

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slaymybreathaway · 9 months

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WASTELAND, BABY! [prologue]

Masterlist

Chapter List

[Word Count: 762]

July 30th 1994 ○ Neville's Bedroom

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It was 11pm when Neville Longbottom heard a tapping sound on his bedroom window.

He was sitting ontop of his patchwork bed covers, in his pyjamas, reading a muggle book that he had found in an old bookshop near his house earlier that day.

At first he took no notice of the noise, it was often that branches hit against his window whenever the wind blew a certain way. However, when these 'branches' started making a squawking noise, he turned his attention away from the book in his hands.

The boy walked over to his window, where he saw a white barn owl sitting on the outside windowsill. The bird looked up at him, an ivory envelope held in it's beak. Neville opened his window slowly, trying his best not to scare the owl away.

"Thanks mate," he spoke, taking the envelope from the bird and watched as it flew away into the dark summer night.

He shut his window before turning the envelope over in his hands. It was thick and felt like it had something rectangular inside of it.

The address on the front was written in a neat-but-slanted way, which he recognised almost immediately to be the handwriting of Y/n Finnigan. Neville smiled, letting the excitement show on his face.

Y/n and Neville had known each other since their first year at Hogwarts. She was his friend, Seamus's twin sister so naturally, he was friends with her also.

The odd thing was, that over the summer months, Neville found himself feeling a strange buzz of happiness whenever she sent him a letter. It even got to the point where every letter that wasn't from her seemed unimportant.

He couldn't quite explain what he felt or why he felt it. So instead, he just put it down to the lonely-ness of Summer.

The front and the back of the envelope was covered with small doodles of stars and balloons. The smile on Neville's face, somehow, grew wider at the thought of her taking the time to draw them on, individually.

The boy opened the envelope just above the green wax seal on the back and out fell both a letter and a casette tape. He picked up the letter and started to read:

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Dear Nev,

Happy Birthday!!! I was going to give you your present on the train to school but I just couldn't wait. I hope you like the mixtape (it's for the walkman, by the way)

See you soon,

Y/n

(PS. Tell your granny that I was asking for her)

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After reading it a few times, Neville took the box out from under his bed that contained all of the letters she had sent over the past two months and placed the new one on top. He slid the box far enough under his bed that it couldn't be seen by anyone that walked into his room.

The boy rifled through the drawer in his bedside locker until he found what he was looking for, his walkman. When he bought the muggle device, he didn't realise that the music wasn't included so he couldn't use it... until now.

When he looked at the tape closely, he could see that it was labeled on either side with ☆Neville's Mixtape☆ written in red marker. He opened the walkman and carfully placed the tape in before putting the headphones on and pressing the "play" button.

The boy turned off the light and lay in his bed, pulling the covers up to his shoulders as he heard the acoustic guitar play softly through the opening bars of the first song on the tape.

He couldn't help but imagine where Y/n was the first time she heard this song. Did it come on in the radio in her Dad's car? Or did she find the album that this song belonged to in a dusty old casette shop and waited until later that day to listen to it, when she was lying in bed. Just like he was doing right now. He smiled at the thought

A male voice sang softly the lyric:

"All the fear and the fire of the end of the world.

Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl,"

Neville swore that he would remember those words forever beacause it was in that moment that he finally realised what that buzz of happiness was.

The was falling in love with her...

And man, did he feel the fear and the fire of the end of the world.

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Introduction to My Harry Potter Imagines

Characters I can do:

1890s Hogwarts:

Ominius Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garrath Weasley

Leander Prewett

Pre-Marauders:

Molly Prewett/Weasley

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Rita Skeeter

Arthur Weasley

Andromeda Black/Tonks

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissia Black/Malfoy

Gilderoy Lockhart

Alice Fortescue/Longbottom

Frank Longbottom

Ted Tonks

Marauders:

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Lily Evans/Potter

Severus Snape

Bartemius Crouch Jr

Mary MacDonald

Dorcas Meadowes

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Pandora Rosier/Lovegood (or Lestrange, IDK what her canon last name is)

Xenophilius Lovegood

Marlene McKinnon

Golden Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger/Weasley

Luna Lovegood/Scalamander

Ginerva Weasley/Potter

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Cedric Diggory

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Post Golden Trio: These stories will take place while each child is in at least 5th year. I've also added their Houses, just in case it is needed.

Victoire Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Fred Weasley - Gryffindor (George x Angelina)

Molly Weasley - Gryffindor (Percy x Aubrey)

Dominique Weasley - Gryffindor (Bill x Fleur)

James Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Louis Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Lucy Weasley - Ravenclaw (Percy x Aubrey)

Rose Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Albus Potter - Slytherin (Ginny x Harry)

Roxanne Weasley - Gryffindor (Fred x Angelina)

Hugo Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Lily Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Teddy Lupin - Hufflepuff (Remux x Tonks)

Non-Canon Characters:

Delphini Riddle: Post Golden Trio Era (Teddy's age, possibly a year older). Lovechild of Bellatrix and Voldemort

Mattheo Riddle: Marauders Era, Lovechild of Tom Riddle and an unnamed Witch.

Lorenzo Berkshire: Golden Trio Era

PLEASE NOTE: If there is a non-canon character or a character we as a fandom do not know a lot of canon facts about, I will write them how ***I*** see them!

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certified-satisfied-maneater · 28 days

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Request Guidelines:

Main Masterlist

My ‘will do’s, won’t do’s’:

I don’t write smut. However, with older characters, I have no problem with sexual innuendos and suggestive themes.

Please try to make requests have some kind of age range. Particularly for ‘Harry Potter’ during Hogwarts years.

Not all requests will be done. Sometimes ideas just don’t get the creative juices flowing, I’ll always be sure to let you know if that’s the case. And I’ll always give it my best, beforehand.

I’m open to writing ‘genderbent’ characters, transgender characters, non-binary characters, queer characters, ‘monsterfied’ characters and any other thing you have to throw my way. I love all things that get conservatives squirming!!! Please just keep in mind that most of these things haven’t been a part of my personal experiences. If I ever get things wrong, have misjudged or stereotyped, let me know how to fix it.

I’m not a robot. I have a life outside of tumblr and writing. Your requests won’t always be done quickly and they won’t always turn out the way you imagined. That doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me. Be kind or leave, it’s very simple.

Romance is fun to write but I’m very open to writing platonic relationships too!

I love writing about polyamorous relationships! If you’ve got an idea, send that stuff in!!!!

I’ll mostly write for fem!reader, it’s what I’m most comfortable with. I’ll give male!reader and gn!reader my best though.

Formats: Headcannons. Extended Headcannons. Drabbles. One-shots. (Multi-part will only come if the inspiration strikes, unfortunately. Though you’re always welcome to suggest it!)

Requests are open for:

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Addams Family 1991/Addams Family Values 1993. ⤸

• Poly!Morticia x Gomez

Harry Potter. ⤸

• Neville Longbottom

• Luna Lovegood

• Pansy Parkinson

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. ⤸

• Enoch O’Connor

• Olive Abroholos Elephanta

• Jacob Portman

Twilight. ⤸

• Alice Cullen

• Rosalie Hale

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• Poly!Rosalie x Emmet

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Addams Family 1991/Addams Family Values 1993. ⤸

• Wednesday Addams x Joel Glicker (any age)

• Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams (any age)

Harry Potter. ⤸

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keykeep · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 13: Picture Perfect- Dean Thomas

You awoke in the morning, your eyes adjusting to the early morning light streaming into the boy's Dormitory. As you took in the surroundings listening to the snoring of the Gryffindor boys including your boyfriend Dean Thomas asleep under you. You were a regular in the boy's dormitory after lights out, you would sneak into the boy's room for late-night activities before falling asleep with him and disappearing before any boys woke up.

You wandered around his dormitory taking the chance to look through his belongings when you stumbled upon a black old book. You knew this was his art book and that he had taken it everywhere.

Curiosity peaked as you lazily flicked through the book until you stumbled upon the latest artwork. It was a portrait of you naked on top of him mid-orgasm. Hands on your breasts, head tilting back.

You let out a gasp as hands snaked around your waist pulling you into his chest.

"What do you think?" Dean asked quietly before kissing your cheek. You blushed looking at the artwork, it was excellent, and there was no argument that he's talented. "Do I really look like that when I cum?"

"Yes, I should know, I love watching you unravel with pleasure knowing that I caused it," he said pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you smirked at his cheeky face. "I don't think I look like that though," you said softly. "should we tape it? so we can watch it together"

You had to admit that the idea was turning you on. The thought of you two keeping a video and watching it would lead to round two with him. So you nodded biting your lip at him.

You noticed the boys starting to stir as you kissed Dean one last time as you said "what do you say to us catching up tonight?". "I can't wait," he said watching you sneak out to get ready for classes.

The day passed in a blur every hour was just a countdown of tonight's adventure. Before you knew it you were back inside Dean's room with an awake array of boys. You looked at him confused as he kissed you passionately.

"What is everyone still doing here?" you asked, "Well I promised Neville and Seamus my chocolate frog cards if they could help with filming. "I can't do it in front of an audience" you blushed. "Forget them and focus on me," he said kissing you deeper.

You nodded before turning to the blushing boys "if you say anything about this, I will hex you" they both nodded behind the camera as they pressed record.

He slid his hands into his pants gently stroking his erect penis. You copied his movements as your hand slid down your pants and into your wet folds. Both of you stared into the eyes of the other as you set the pace.

"God this feels so good" you moan as you watched his cock spring free from his pants as you watched his hand stroke from base to tip in long slow strokes. You bit your lip as you undressed from your waist down and sat on dean's bed with your legs spread giving him full access to the show as you continued rubbing your clit.

You watched him as he massaged his cock moving his hand slowly not wanting to ruin the video by finishing too early but as his eyes were transfixed on you watching the pleasure build as you thrust your fingers in and out of your cunt. Your hips wiggled as your finger reached deeper inside yourself.

Dean knew his orgasm was coming faster than he expected. You groaned as your orgasm ran through your body turning it into a shaking mess. You removed your glistening fingers now coated with a white substance and popped them in his mouth. You felt him suck and lick the juices.

His hand pumped faster vigorously as cum shot out landing on his stomach. You bent down licking his tight abs from any mess that he made before wiping your mouth. "that was fun, but we should clean up while we are waiting for you to get hard again" you said giggling as you winked at your boyfriend.

After you showered and changed into a dress you walked into his dorm, to hear your boyfriend bragging to his Seamus and Neville about your healthy sex life. You laughed kissing him "you ready?" he asked, you silenced any words unspoken with a kiss which he voluntarily deepened as you tore each other's clothes off your bodies between hot kisses.

"Are they filming?" you asked quietly, Dean nodded as he fell onto his bed. You joined him straddling his hips feeling his hard cock between you. For the next few minutes as you kissed you ran your hands over his torso, as he ran his hands over your ass cupping it in his hands.

You wrapped your hand around his cock as you moved your hips to position it at your wet entrance. Inch by inch you lowered yourself as you felt yourself filling with his big cock. You moaned against his mouth as he moved his hands across her back as you rode him, driving him as deep as you could with every thrust.

Dean bowed his head until his hot breath was on your chest as his hands squeezed your breasts before putting one of your breasts in his mouth he licked, and caressed the breast and stiff nipple while massaging the other with his hand before switching to the other doing the same movements.

You tilted your head back in ecstasy as you moaned loudly, lips parted slightly and breath shallow, You looked into each other's eyes as your body quivered and your muscles tightened as you convulsed on his hard cock. Dean grunted driving himself deep into her quivering body as his own orgasm hit.

He clenched his teeth as he shot deep inside her. Almost reluctantly they slowed panting you sat aside from him both sweating and breathless and drained.

"Perfect" he breathed against your lips before colliding his with yours. As you came out of your little bubble you momentarily remembered there were two other guys in the room. Your head turned to Neville and Seamus with straining cocks and smiling faces. "Can we watch it now?" you said eagerly "while you two boys have cold showers?" Dean said. Seamus and Neville ran out of the room quickly leaving you alone.

" I forgot they were there" You confessed as Dean nodded "Me too," he said, "well let's watch you cum" he laughed kissing your cheek. "before the boys come back," you said.

Dean waved his wand turning your muggle video camera into a projector. The wall of the boy's dorm danced with footage of your make-out session, your eyes both mesmerised as you viewed you both naked and feeling each other up. "wow nice cock" you said kissing him as he grinned at the compliment.

The sex had started and as you watched it you admitted to Dean it was hot and that you wouldn't mind more videos together. You watched as your past self orgasmed watching the sticky white substance coat his cock making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

"oh, I do look like that, that picture is so vivid in detail" you confessed as he laughed "I have picture-perfect memory," he said leaning to kiss you. Seamus and Neville joined by Ron and Harry in their quidditch gear entered the dormitory "not again" Neville yelled out covering their eyes. Dean looked at his friends and said "sorry no peaking this time" as he waved them away so you two could have a quick round 2.

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The Heist pt. 7

in which we get a bit of a backstory for Theo and Hermione.

Two Dates

“Let me get this straight,” Blaise’s brown eyes narrowed in on Draco as he leaned back in his seat. Draco sat across from him at his desk, a cup of tea in his hand. Theo sat to Blaise’s left, while Granger sat on her favorite spot atop Draco’s desk, the corner closest to Zabini.

Draco didn’t miss the way Zabini’s eyes kept drifting toward the thighs pressed together as she flipped through a book on Phlebotomy.

“You want me to help you screw over Astoria Greengrass.” Zabini’s cat-like gaze settled back on Draco. “The woman I was set to marry before your family swooped in and cemented an engagement.”

Granger looked up from her book, suddenly intrigued with the conversation.

“I think I did you a favor, if you think about it.” Draco murmured before taking a sip of his tea. “You were always pining after her older sister. Things would have gotten messy.” He added before adding another spoonful of sugar.

“The same woman,” Zabini went on, undeterred. “That you left at the alter.”

“So, I did us both a favor.” Draco lamented.

Theo snorted but quickly covered it up with a cough when Zabini shot him a glare.

“I think the deal works out in your favor quite a bit.” Granger said and held up a perfectly manicured nail. “You will get more publicity and recognition for your research facility with willing participants.” She held up a second finger. “And you get a fascinating artifact to study.”

“Plus you get to screw over the girl who rejected you.” Draco tossed in, causing Granger to look at him, her eyes warning him to behave. He grinned brightly at her as he took a sip from his tea. Her eyes warmed but the warning remained tucked into the edges.

When Draco slid his eyes back to Zabini, he found the wizard watching Granger, a calculating look in his eyes.

“Okay,” He nodded. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Theo asked, his chin resting in his hand, elbow pressed into the chair.

“On one condition.”

“Of course.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“Naturally.” Draco nodded, expecting a caveat in his agreement. “What do you have in mind?”

Zabini’s eyes seemed to brighten as he looked, meaningful, from Draco to Granger. “A date with you.”

Granger snorted that snort that caused a recent bout of fondness in Draco. “Me?” She looked behind her.

Theo scoffed and said, “That’s preposterous,” the same time that Draco reacted with, “Excuse me?”

Zabini grinned and stood from his seat. “Those are my terms.” He dusted of his suit and stepped closer to Granger.

Theo stiffened in his seat while Draco found his jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it.

“What do you say, Granger? One little date can’t hurt. Surely, it’s nothing compared to all of this,” His hand gestured, flippantly, toward the desk. All of the information and proposed offers were laid out.

Granger straightened, her shoulders rolling back as she appraised Zabini.

“Okay.” She nodded.

Draco’s jaw loosened and he forced his mouth to lift in a grin as Theo did no such thing. He openly protested the agreement with a scowl and the lowering of his head into his hand.

“Perfect. I’m free on Friday evening. Pick you up at seven?”

“That’s the night before!” Theo hissed but Granger nodded and stuck her slender little hand into Zabini’s much larger one.

“It’s a date. F.Y.I. I don’t do Indian food on a first date.”

“First?” Theo was appalled as Zabini chuckled.

“I don’t do Thai.”

“Make it expensive.” She said before looking back to the book in her lap.

Zabini looked at Draco. “Tell the Potters that my office will get in touch with them later today.”

“Will do.” Draco grinned at his old school mate and leaned back in his chair, finishing the last dredges of his tea.

Theo watched Zabini left, but didn’t say a work until the flare of Draco’s Floo alerted them to his departure from the home.

Draco watched as Theo turned in his seat and the two men’s eyes met. They exchanged the same look of unease before they both looked to Granger as she said,

“Would either of you consider yourself an artist?”

Draco lifted a brow while Theo shrugged. “I’m a con artist. That counts, right?”

Granger huffed out a laugh and looked up at Theo with a playful roll of her eyes. “Can you draw, though?”

Theo nodded at Draco. “That would be Draco’s expertise.”

This caused Granger to twist and look at Draco. “You draw?”

“I doodle.” He sniffed.

“He lies.” Theo stood and stretched before moving over to the bookshelf he enjoyed browsing, though the selections never changed.

“Why?” Draco asked her and she jumped off the desk. She quickly dropped her book onto the desk before summoning photographs, likely from her charmed little purse.

“I already ruined one walrus ivory myself.” She explained and spread a few pictures of The Wand onto his desk. She made her way over to his side of the desk and leaned over his left arm to point to the first picture. “I figured out how to create the flint like carvings, but I’m afraid I’m a shite artist.”

Draco chuckled, but his nose was filling with her scent, making him crave something citrusy. Something sweet.

“I had to go see Cormac again to get another.” She paused and looked up at Theo who was pointedly looking away from her, and into a book Draco was certain he wasn’t reading. “I’d really rather not go see him again.” She added, her voice lowering.

Draco nodded and ran his finger over the carvings on the photograph of The Wand. She had printed several angles of the Wand, allowing him to see every angle. “I’ll do it.” He assured her, and looked up to meet her eyes. She was still leaned over his arm, and her breasts brushed slightly against his bicep as she smiled down at him.

“Do you have the ivory in that clever little purse of yours?” His voice was lower than he had meant, but his eyes greedily took in the way her lips parted in shock before they pulled into a grin.

“It is.” She pulled away and moved to get the purse that was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He knew that she could have summoned it but chose to fetch it, as if eager to put distance between them. Draco thought that it might have been to hide the blush that filled her cheeks as she turned away.

The familiar sound of the Potters drifted down the hall, towards the study, apparently arriving through the Floo.

When they entered the room, Teddy Lupin was trailing them, his bright blue hair nearly as blinding as the smile he flashed them all as he hurried over to the stack of magazines in Draco’s study.

“Potters,” Draco greeted them with a nod of his head.

“Hey.” Ginny frowned and cut straight to the point, as they had just come back from their first meeting with Astoria.

Ginny, being incredibly proactive, didn’t wait for Astoria’s personal assistant to schedule the Potters in. No, the witch somehow found the witches preferred restaurant for dinner and just happened to be stopping by for takeout. The two witched had hit it off and scheduled brunch for the next morning.

“We have a problem.” She said, as she settled into the chair Zabini had vacated. Potter glanced over at Theo who was watching Granger with narrowed eyes.

“Astoria is in.” Harry said, which didn’t sound like a problem.

“But?” Draco drawled.

“But she insists that other well-known members of the Wizarding worlds high society partake.”

“So? Zabini will more than likely garner enough high class assholes to throw their support in.” Theo frowned as Granger retrieved the ivory from her purse.

“Well,” Harry rubbed at the back of his neck, suddenly very uncomfortable. “She’s asked us to get your support.” He said to Draco. “Said if we can get you involved, then she would agree.”

This was surprising, but Draco merely grinned and held his hand out for the ivory that Granger was walking over. “Did she.” He hummed and allowed his eyes to run over the smooth piece of ivory, almost identical to the last one she had shown him. “This one is better,” He lifted his eyes to Granger, who nodded her agreement. This one appeared older, and therefore required less aging on their part.

“Well?” Ginny prodded Draco, pulling his attention back to her and her husband.

“I’ll need a date. Granger?” He looked up to the witch to find her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You want me to go as your girlfriend to what? Make you ex-fiancé jealous?”

Draco shook his head. “Not jealous. If I let her think I’m single, she’ll find a way to rub it in my face.” Or sink her claws in, he thought to himself.

“How does this help our situation, exactly?” Theo pushed away from the book shelf.

But Draco looked up at Granger and grinned at her as he replied, “I can think of a few ways it could help.”

She licked her lips and tilted her head. “You have dimples. When did you get dimples?”

“So is that a yes?”

She rolled her eyes and let out a bored sigh. “If I do, then who is going to act as lead researcher?”

“Theo,”

“Polyjuice?” She asked, eyes shining.

“Ugh, I hate polyjuice. Let me transfigure myself.” He whined.

“Transfiguring wont be enough. You’re too recognizable.” Granger reasoned. “You cannot transfigure your eyes, Theo.”

Theo looked up from his book, a bit dumbstruck. “My eyes?”

“Yes,” Granger sighed. “They’re quite distinct.”

“They are lovely.” Ginny mused, agreeing with Granger.

“Is that what you think?” Theo demanded of Granger but she merely shrugged.

“So it’s decided. I’ll go if Granger agrees to be my date.”

“I will, as long as Theo takes on the role as Lead Researcher.”

“Do I need to point out the fact that you’ve just accepted two dates in one day?” Theo closed the book and shoved it onto the shelf.

“This,” She gestured to Draco. “Isn’t really a date.”

“It isn’t?” Draco asked with a grin.

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Who else are you going on a date with?” Harry asked, thoroughly amused. Ginny looked exceedingly excited.

“That isn’t really a date, either.”

“Don’t say that to Zabini.”

“Zabini?” Ginny squawked.

“It’s part of the deal we made in order for him to go along with stealing from Greengrass.”

Teddy tossed his magazine onto the table and eyed Theo. “Why are you so upset about Aunt Hermione? Do you want to take her out on a date?”

Theo scoffed and attempted several syllables before he rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I already have.”

“Details!” Ginny exclaimed and clapped her hands together. Granger, meanwhile, only smirked at her friend while Harry lifted an eyebrow.

“I thought you two were just partners in crime.”

“We are. That’s when it first started.” Theo grinned.

“It started out as a date.” Granger slid herself onto that corner of the desk she preferred so much. “But instead of giving me a kiss at the end.”

“We partook in a good ol’ round of B and E.”

“B and E?” Teddy asked.

“Breaking and entering.” Hermione supplied before looking at Draco, who was grinning broadly at her. “We broke into Marcus Flint’s home and took a souvenir.”

“What was it?” Harry chuckled.

“His broom.” Theo snickered.

“Brilliant.” Ginny giggled.

“We worked together a few more times but it wasn’t until —” She stopped herself, eyes widening.

Draco watched as the blush that usually accompanied uncomfortable situations blossomed and then spread across her cheeks and all the way to her neck.

“So you never kissed?” Ginny prodded.

“No,” Granger said the same time Theo replied, “Possibly.”

Everyone stared from one to the other.

“We didn’t.” Granger insisted but Theo pressed his lips together and shrugged, innocently.

“Theo was getting over his relationship with Pansy Parkinson, so even if we had, it was most likely to get over her.”

Draco recalled it with a grimace. Theo had been thoroughly destroyed by Pansy leaving him over his choice of lifestyle. Theo had tried to be good for her, but it was a job with Draco that ultimately led him to lose her in the end.

Theo twitched. “That’s old news.”

“You haven’t dated anyone since.”

“I dated you.”

“We went on one date and never kissed, Theo.”

Theo simply fidgeted with his tie, tucking it into his blazer.

“Where’s Seamus?” Granger asked, suddenly.

Everyone looked at one another but it was Teddy who finally replied.

“I think he’s on a date.”

“On a date?” Granger checked her wrist, for some unknown reason, as there was no watch tied to it. “It’s lunch time. Who is he on a date with?”

“He, um.” Teddy shrugged and sucked through his teeth.

“Teddy.” Harry said with a sigh and the boy relented.

“He met some muggle woman at the museum.”

Granger looked to Theo with a frown before she cleared her throat and addressed Teddy. “Are you ready to practice?”

The young wizard nodded. “Who am I stabbing first?”

Granger’s nose twitched as she considered everyone in the room. “Me.”

“What do you mean, he’s stabbing you first?” Theo’s brow lifted as he drifted closer.

A tray full of sharp needles and tubes and vials with a goopy glob of something in it appeared on the coffee table as Granger summoned them from where, Draco had no clue.

“Teddy needs to practice drawing blood.”

Theo jumped back and scowled at the witch. Everyone looked at Harry who deflated under their expectant stares. The Boy Who Lived gulped and forced a reply.

“Fine.”

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