#seamus x you

[ibbythebee]

hi!! can you write a seamus x reader one shot where he sees reader getting closer to ginny and gets all pouty cause he never thought he'd be jealous of someone younger than him but eventually he gets his head out of his ass (maybe ginny herself does it for him cause she's tired of them pining or whatever) and confesses to reader

totally okay if you dont feel like it btw cause i know you dont usually write for seamus

a/n: Yabsolutely! Thank you so much for your request, anon. I'm up to write for any of the Harry Potter bois. They all deserve some love. Can I also just say, that I love Seamus' rings.

Green-Eyed

gif credit: @X_phantomhorseman_X on wattpad

pairing: Seamus Finnigan x Reader | best friends to lovers

summary: Seamus shouldn't be jealous of Ginny spending more time with you. You're just a friend to him, nothing more... right?

genre: a good dose of fluffy angst

warnings: jealous Seamus, slightly possessive, pining, 'spud' nickname, Ginny and Seamus banter, little bit o' good old kisses

words: 3.8k

masterlist

»»————-　⌁　————-««

There you are again, doubled over at something Ginny’s told you. You’d just gotten back from a Quidditch game, and to Gryffindor’s delight, they’d won the game.

It was intense, exhilarating, thrilling. Gryffindor won for Godric's sake, so why—

“—do you look so down?” Neville inquires, settling himself on the couch next to the said teen.

The Irish boy doesn’t do much but sigh and shrug, leaning a cheek on his fist and staring into the fire pit.

"It's the O.W.Ls coming up, isn't it? Yeah." The dark-brown haired boy nods as if he's just said something genius. "I can't say I'm any good at Transfiguration, but I'll definitely help you with Herbology."

Seamus still doesn't react, intently listening in to what might be so funny for Ginny to say to make you laugh so much. Just the sound of you giggling across the common room is causing his heart to skip. He should be the one making the jokes. He should be the one to see how beautifully you grin, how the bottoms of your eyes water once your laughter turns into wheezes of breath.

Dean appears into the Irish boy's vision, and he has to force himself to look up at his tall friend.

"Damn. Why the long face Seamus?" Dean asks with a soft frown.

The said boy only huffs in response, and shakes his head to return his focus to the dancing flames.

"Oh I know what it is..." Dean nods as if he's just said something genius and situates himself between his friends. "It's the O.W.Ls isn't it?"

"That's what I said!" Neville chirps. "Come on Seamus I'm sure you'll be fine. For now, let's just celebrate our Quidditch win."

"Yeah mate, you don't have to look so—" Dean goes to tap his friends shoulder and is instead rewarded with a glare.

"I'm fine, alright?! Nothin's going on. Not the stupid O.W.Ls or class or anythin'. It's nothin'."

The voice he hears next has his stomach in a twist and the tips of his ears turning red.

"What's nothing?" You come out of nowhere, face just inches away from his. You giggle when you see Seamus flinch at your sudden appearance.

He wants so badly to steal you away. Like you used to do when you were in your early teen years. You both loved to just run together, to be outside and be loud. He so badly wants to just take your hand and run off somewhere, away from everyone, away from Ginny.

He'd initially been able to tolerate the youngest Weasley hanging out with you when you had began to talk to each other more often in your third year. He was ecstatic to see that you were getting along with more girls in Gryffindor, but then it got to the point where he began to feel neglected. Where he felt he was second best. Where, when he'd invite you to hang out, you'd tell him that Ginny had already asked you.

"Nothin's nothin'," he answers, standing up with another huff. He runs a hand through his hair and when his eyes dart to yours, your smile is gone and your eyes have softened.

"Is... everything alright?" you ask. Gosh, why is it that anything you say or do now gets his stomach feeling funny?

"I... I said I'm fine," he glances around at his friends, all of them look concerned. Even Ginny who's standing beside you has her brows pulled together.

He looks to you last, eyes lingering on yours for longer than a few seconds. And you look so worried, and he hates it when you're sad. But then he sees Ginny's arm thread through yours and so he combs his hair with his fingers again, voice dropping in volume. "I think I'm just gonna call it a day. Night guys."

Dean, Neville and Ginny chorus in 'goodnights'. You, on the other hand, freeze in place until he begins to walk in the direction of the stairs to the dorms.

You catch the sleeve of his robe and thankfully he doesn't pull away immediately, despite how agitated he looked just seconds before.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow okay? Just us two." You utter. And when he doesn't say anything, you continue gently. "Sleep well, stinky."

With pursed lips, he smiles. "You too, spud."

You watch him walk away, his robe slipping out of your fingers. You stay there staring, until the last bit of his clothes disappears behind the wall of the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Dean asks beside you. "I don't think he's ever been this stressed for a test."

"I don't think that's the reason," Ginny squeezes your arm. She gives you a knowing sort of look, only you have no idea what she's trying to insinuate through her eyes. "Come on, you said you'll chat to him tomorrow, I think it's best we all get to bed. I'm sure he's fine."

"You don't think I said something to him? Have I said anything to him to make him so mad?" You murmur to her. "Oh no, what have I done Ginny?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Shut your mouth right now," her brows pull together when you pout. "You know he's not gonna stay mad at you for long. He never does. You know that."

"But, what if I actually did do something wrong and he... and I haven't even said sorry and he..." An ocean of worst case scenarios flood your brain and you're not sure if you want to talk to him tomorrow, fearing that what he might say will break your heart. Fearing that you'll lose him forever.

Ginny rolls her eyes gently, and pulls on your arm to lead you to the dorms, away from the ears of your nosey classmates and peers. "He doesn't hate you. And he won't hate you. Ever. I just know it, so please stop worrying. Please stop thinking so much... hey, I can see you thinking. Stop."

She taps your head, the place between your eyebrows and it's as if she's just pressed a restart button.

You spring back into action, back straight, eyes less droopy, no more pout.

"There." Ginny says, letting go of your arm as she turns to her dorm room.

You send her a weak smile, and she returns with her own, a more motherly sort of grin.

"It'll be okay, you and him are gonna be just fine tomorrow. Plus, he still called you 'spud'."

"You're... you're right!"

"I'm always right," she makes a show of blowing you a kiss and then opens the door, closing it in front of her until you can only see her face between the wall and the edge of the door. "Goodnight!"

You catch her 'kiss' and hold it to your heart with a theatrical sigh. "Goodnight, genius. Enjoy dreaming about Harry."

»»————-　⌁　————-««

That night Seamus had only one thing on his mind. Dean pressed on to try and get an answer out of the Irish boy as to why he's been acting so strange lately. When there was no notable answer, the taller boy gave up and rolled over to sleep. Seamus, would eventually surrender to his pillow, however then wake up an hour or so later. Such a pattern presented itself that night as he thought meticulously about what sort of answer he'd give you tomorrow, he thought about whether he should lie or tell the truth.

He could tell you the truth, the whole truth; then there's the risk that you won't accept him. That you'll grow even further away from him. That all these years of being inseparable, all these years of being comfortable with one another could fall down the drain in a few words.

And then he could lie. But you don't deserve to be lied to. He hates lying, especially to you.

Seamus is simply in too deep. He thought that this pathetic jealousy over Ginny, a girl a year younger than him, would simmer down over time. It's only grown since. And he hates the way he hates how well you and her get along. He hates how much he envies the smiles you give her, the laughs, the time with her even.

He hates it all because Ginny doesn't deserve any of it. He hates it all because he sees how genuinely happy and excited you are to see her everyday, and you don't deserve to lose a beautiful friend like her, just because he's absolutely fallen head over heels for you.

He has to tell you the truth. Even if you'll never talk to him again, even if his heart breaks into a million pieces, he's going to tell you everything.

Someone's shakes him awake and he groans, rubbing at his eyes and yawning hard. When Seamus' vision finally adjusts to the new morning light, he finds Neville in front of him already in his uniform, smiling down at him.

"Morning, Seamus."

"Hey Neville."

It's a routine. Neville being the morning-person of the friend group, it was decided since their second year that he would be the other boys' alarm clock, so that they could go to breakfast together. If only he'd be able to wake you too, so you could tag along.

As Neville wakes the rest of the group, Seamus is quick to get himself ready for the day. Despite his restless night, his eyes don't look very sullen, he actually looks alright. So he smiles at the mirror, and slips on his rings, those ones that you love. Ever since you complimented them in his second year, a day didn't go by where he didn't wear them.

Dean, Neville and Seamus all make it to the Great Hall and situate themselves by Harry, Ron and Hermione. Even Ginny's already there.

Seamus cranes his neck, but he doesn't see you anywhere. Like a magnet his gaze is pulled toward the Weasley girl and she waves her hand, motioning for him to come to her side.

As the rest of his mates tuck in, he carefully makes it to Ginny and sits on the opposite side of the table.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"Is there... somethin' wrong?"

"Yeah." She simply says and lowers her voice as she leans in closer to his direction. "I know what you're so upset about. And there's no shame in admitting it."

"What are you talkin' about?"

To mask the intentions of their conversation, Ginny picks up a hash-brown and starts to chomp on it. "You know what I'm talking about. There's a reason why I didn't wake up Y/N this morning. I wanted to talk with you alone before she gets to."

"Stop bein' so vague, Ginny. Just tell me what's goin' on." He tries hard to keep his voice calm but firm, remembering that she is also your most beloved friend and he shouldn't be so envious over her. "I'll stop walkin' on eggshells if you promise to too."

"Agreed." She swallows the last bit of her hash-brown and turns to him. "You need to tell Y/N that you like her more than a friend."

Taken aback by her bluntness he coughs into a closed fist and fills his goblet with some juice. "Right. Well. Straight to the point. I was gonna tell her anyway."

"You were?"

"After I sort of yelled at everyone last night, I did a lot of thinkin'."

"That never ends well."

He sends her daggers and she grins back. "I was thinkin' that she deserves to know the truth of what's happenin'. I'm tired of... holding it in."

He wasn't going to admit to her that he's completely tired of being envious over her. Besides, she probably already knows that. With that grin on her face, she definitely knows.

"Good then. I'm glad," she says with a nod. "And for the record sorry not sorry for stealing her away from you."

He wants to glare at her again, but instead he chuckles with a shake of his head. "I can understand wantin' to steal her away. She's... she's brilliant."

"Don't tell me that. Tell her that." With a flick of her chin, Seamus' attention is turned to the entrance of the Hall and he sees your form sauntering in.

Maybe it's because he's going to tell you the truth today, maybe it's because the sun rays pooling through the windows are illuminating your figure like an angel who's just come down from heaven, but you look more beautiful than ever. And when you find his eyes and smile, that toothy giddy sort of smile, Seamus almost stumbles out of his seat to stand.

"Mornin' spud," he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Hi stinky. Did you sleep okay? Are you... feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just uh... are you good to talk now or do you want to eat first?"

"Oh, well we can..." You find Ginny waving at you from behind the Irish Boy and then she sends you a thumbs up and a nod. "We can talk now."

"Great, um..." He looks around the room, especially at the Gryffindor table and a few people turn away their gazes when he sees them watching you speak.

Witnessing you both converse so seriously wasn't a regular sight to your peers. You'd instead always be joking around, filling the Hall with noise and trying to stop Seamus from practicing his charms at the table. So, it's no surprise that they're all staring now, eager to dig up new gossip.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" You murmur, as you step closer to him.

Feeling heat begin to burn on the back of his neck, he tells you 'yes', and without warning takes your hand and sprints out of the room. The last thing he wanted was people seeing him blush.

You yelp at the sudden action, none the less following him, not before glancing at the youngest Weasley, who's looking at you with a smirk.

Seamus takes you through the halls, and soon you realise that you've been here before. You've held his hand and ran in this way together before.

A few students gasp, stepping out when you almost collide. Each time it happens you share a laugh with him, and before you even get to your destination you're completely out of breath, small beads of sweat sticking loose strands of your hair to your forehead.

You're at the flying lesson grounds. Your favourite place when you were younger students, the best place to play tag, complain about the pettiest problems and the best place to just run around until you both can't feel your lungs.

Your feet slow once they touch grass and then to your disappointment Seamus removes his hand from your wrist and falls to the ground in a sigh. His chest moves up and down with each catch of breath.

In no time you've joined him, letting your knees buckle and landing right beside him. Fixing your messy hair, you speak with a breathless voice. "We have to do that more often. I don't know why we stopped."

"Because of Ginny."

Seamus is met with silence. And your eyes. And your pupils are asking him, 'what?' 'Why?' 'How?' 'Why?' 'Why?' 'Why?'

A small bump appears by the edge of his jaw, and then he's sitting up, so you quickly do the same. He looks ashamed; head ducked, corners of his lips turned downward, fingers fiddling with his rings.

Goodness, now that you are looking at him, now that you are actually here and ready to listen to his every word causes his heart to race. Is he really going to go through with this? The possibility that in a few minutes you're never going to want to see him again looms in his mind and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.

"Seamus." Firmly, you say. "Is this what you wanted to talk about? Ginny?"

"No." He finally turns to you, and the moment your eyebrow raises the tiniest bit he folds. "And yes. There's... a whole bunch of things I want to say. Ginny is one of 'em."

He expects you to respond, only silence ensues. Your gaze is stern, yet there's a hint of concern as your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, gently nibbling.

This is it. He sighs a big sigh, and shifts in his seating position till his knee taps against yours. To his relief you don't move away, you're simply completely ready to listen.

"Okay. Firstly... this is the most stupidest thing ever. To admit out loud, you're gonna think I'm an absolute sod, but you deserve to hear it. Basically... gosh. Ever since you and Ginny have been getting closer and closer, I've been spendin' less time with you and..." He clutches onto one ring and squeezes, as if it would squeeze out all his nerves. "And to sum it up, I'm... well I'm jealous. Of her. Takin' you away from me."

Your face is unchanged, still concerned, but still solid and stern. Your eyes move from watching as his hands fiddle in his lap to his face.

"And it kinda, like, pisses me off a little how much she makes you laugh." He turns till you can only see the back of his head, and the gentle dust of pink over the apple of his cheek. "I used to be fine with it. I really did, I was happy that you made such a good friend, especially a girl after hangin' out with just us boys. But then, I just couldn't stay happy. Every time I'd see her... like take your arm or whisper something in your ear or told you a joke that only you could understand I felt... I felt like, y'know, like 'I should be the one doin' that', 'only I can make her laugh that much'. And all that stuff."

He huffs, and manages to move his attention back to his hands, so you can see how much he chews the inside of his cheek, you can see how much he's thinking but how hard it is to let it all out. So, you nudge his knee with yours to continue. To let him know that you're still listening and that he's okay.

"Last night everything came together and I've figured out why I'm so mad with Ginny. You... you can probably guess what it is. But—." With a hand combing through his hair, he takes all the Gryffindor bravery in him to meet your gaze. "I... I really like you, spud."

And all you can feel in the thump thump thump of your heart hammering through your veins.

"Now, I-I-I know that it's out of the blue, it might be weird to hear — I don't know — I don't expect an answer from you. You can hate me. You can never speak to me again, if you want, but I can't keep these feelings from you anymore."

You've never heard him speak so seriously before. So earnestly. So vulnerably. The way his eyes fall on you, you feel like screaming, like kicking your feet. You're relieved to be sitting down, because your legs feel like jelly under his gaze, under his words. Under his spell.

"I like you so much, Y/N. More than a friend."

There's so much you're experiencing internally. And like a cup that's been overfilled, you feel the trace of a line drawing from your eyes own to your chin. The way Seamus' expression softens at your reaction causes you to go overboard and suddenly you tackle him in a hug, burying your face right into his neck, just beneath his jawline. And you sob in between silly giggles as you feel his arms settle around you.

"S-Spud?"

Another round of sob-giggles ensue, as your grip only tightens. "I-I love you, you sod."

It's hard to decipher who's heart is pounding with your chests pressed to tightly together. It's practically all you both can hear other than his and your chuckles of relief.

You finally pull away from him, hands pressing into the grass on each side of his head, your knees straddling his hips.

There's no more words verbally exchanged, as his hands slowly come up to cup your jaw, a calloused thumb tenderly moving across the skin of your cheek bone to wipe a tear. When he sees you grin, he immediately reciprocates.

Those ocean eyes of his look to you with complete adoration. They're apologising to you for taking so long to confess, and they're telling you how much he loves you, with the way his eyelids slightly droop and the corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. It's now do you realise how long and pretty his lashes are. With the help of his hands by your jaw and neck, you lean down to get a better look. You lean in till your noses touch, and then you twist your head and you're so close to him that your lips collide.

His fingers squeeze into your skin, desperate to feel more of you here. At first you're both hesitant, slow with just light touches, getting comfortable with each other's movements. Then to test boundaries, your mouths open a little wider, and he presses against you harder. So much so, you both forget how to breath.

"You taste like orange juice," you whisper.

The rumble of his chuckle reverberates against your body. "And you're just beautiful. I-I can't believe it."

"I know. How is this happening right now?"

"I suppose Ginny is the one to thank. Though I hate to admit."

You laugh, as you help each other to sit up before anyone happens to see you in your compromising position. You take his hand and begin to stand up, pulling him to your side. "Then guess what we're gonna do now?"

"Um... what?" He doesn't like the look of your smirk.

"We're gonna go back to the Hall and you're gonna tell Ginny thank you. And sorry."

"Oh, no, no, no."

You're already dragging him.

"No, no. I've used up all my bravery today, I can't face her now— she's just gonna rub it in!"

"Do you want to kiss me again?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you have to do what I say."

Good Godric, you're the only one he'll listen to, the only one he'll let to boss him around. The only one that can make him melt. Allowing you to pull him back through the grounds of the school, he feels a new sense of heat rise to his chest and neck. You're no longer friends. But you are his. And he is yours.

It's all thanks to a girl with red-hair, and for him being green-eyed.

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Masterlist

Draco Malfoy

A love like in the tales pt.1 pt.2

Where you are forced into an arranged marriage with Draco Malfoy, and highly doubt that he will be ever able to love you. So will there be a way to make this work?

Amortentia

Where you are brewing a love potion and the smell of the potion is oddly familiar to you.

Annoying

Where Draco fancies you just as much as you him, but neither of you is willing to admit. So his friends decide to help the two of you out.

Because that´s what you do when you love someone

Where Draco realizes how much you are struggling and decides to be there for you, regardless of the fact that you normally can´t stand each other.

Boys will be boys

Where Draco´s friends are taking it too far and Draco makes sure they´ll never do so again, even though you had never thought he would even care at all.

Clueless

Where Draco is completely and utterly in love with you but you have absolutely no idea.

Cookies

Where Pansy and Blaise think it would be fun to slip you some love potion to make you fall for Draco. But things don´t work out they way they are supposed to.

Detention pt.1 pt.2

Where you are forced to spend some time alone with Malfoy in the forbidden forest and realize he might not be as bad as you had always assumed.

Driving you mad

Where Malfoy won´t let anyone run their mouth about you, even though you have never been exactly friends.

Falling

Where you are falling for the one boy who is known to break every girl´s heart.

False friends and true love

Where you get into a fight with your best friend and she reveals your feelings for a certain boy in front of everybody.

Fanged Geraniums

Where Malfoy flirts with you, just to annoy you and you pick up on it. For the same reason, obviously.

Forever

Where Draco prepares a surprise for you, while you are busy studying.

Friends to lovers

Where you kiss Draco to get rid of a guy hitting on you and Draco´s reaction seems a bit strange.

Happily ever after

Where you unintentionally get yourself in a risky situation and finally find out what has been bothering Draco for the last few months.

I could never hate you

Where you are convinced that Draco hates you until he proves you wrong.

I got you

Where Draco has to take care of you when you go temporarily blind.

I hate to love you

Where Malfoy flirts with you, clearly just to mock you. But is that actually the only reason?

In love

Where Draco and you are best friends. But if that´s all you are, why does it bother you when you see him with other girls?

Love hits different

Where all Malfoy wants is to beat you at Quidditch. Until his priorities are set differently.

Love language

Where Draco learns sign language to be able to communicate with you.

Me gustas

Where you agree to teach Draco some Spanish.

No matter what

Where you realize that your boyfriend is up to things you had never thought he would be. Will you still be able to love him, even if your trust in him gets tested?

Pillow Wars

Where you and your best friend are having a pillow fight.

Presents pt.1 pt.2

Where you receive anonymous gifts from a secret admirer. In the meantime, Draco Malfoy acts really suspicious.

Promised

Where you are wondering how Draco and you were able to fall apart after you had been the best friends in the world. Is there any way to fix the bond between the two of you again?

Resistance pt.1 pt.2

Where you are fighting against Malfoy and the Inquisitorial Squad alongside your friends in the DA. But even if you are on two different sides in this war, does that also mean that Malfoy actually wants you to get hurt?

Ruin your life

Where you know for sure that there is not a single situation that would ever get you to kiss Draco Malfoy.

Secrets

Where you find out something about your boyfriend that makes you think that you can´t stay with him any longer.

Sectumsempra

Where you are worrying about Malfoy´s strange behaviour, even though he makes it clear he doesn’t want your help.

Shampoo

Where you are convinced that Malfoy won´t be able to ruin the upcoming Yule Ball for you. But maybe you underestimate his determination to make your life hell.

The best Christmas

Where Draco and you are spending Christmas together, even though you never used to like each other.

The boggart

Where you are more than just surprised when you see what Malfoy is actually scared of.

The ferret

Where you find a cute ferret in the middle of a hallway and decide to cocker it up again.

The most powerful feeling

Where Malfoy is clearly just all over you because his friends slipped some love potion into his drink.

The sweetest dream

Where you are falling asleep on Draco´s lap and hear some things you weren’t supposed to.

Traitor pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Where you decide to spy on the Inquisitorial Squad for your friends. But what if you grow to actually care for some of the people you are meant to hate?

Trapped

Where you and Draco accidentally get locked up and have much time to kill.

Warm summer nights

Where Draco takes you on a trip you will never forget.

Yours

Where Draco and you are best friends, however, he just can´t hold it together when someone mentions that he might never have a chance with you.

Yule Ball

Where you only realize how much Draco means to you when you see him getting closer to Pansy at the Yule Ball.

Luna Lovegood

Time of your lives

Where you find out that you don´t need a date for the Yule Ball to have a good time but only the best friend you could wish for.

Pansy Parkinson

Sleepover

Where you aren´t sure if your best friend returns the feelings you have developed for her.

Seamus Finnigan

Refuge

Where Seamus gets beaten up and you confess your feelings for your best friend while he is unconscious.

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[kqvse]

What it’s like dating Gryffindor men

- a fanfic by kqvse

Harry Potter

- will accidentally kill you and move on in 2 days

Ron Weasley

- will forget you exist when he sees Hermione in a 5 mile radius of a man

Neville Longbottom

- really?

Fred Weasley

- are you sure this is Fred

George Weasley

- are you sure this is George

Oliver Wood

- will sell you for a quidditch guidebook

Seamus Finnigan

- he is Irish

Dean Thomas

- his name is Dean Thomas

Bill Weasley

- do you speak French?

Charlie Weasley

- a dragon will eat you before you even get a shot

James Potter

- are you ginger?

Sirius Black

- he likes Remus.

Remus Lupin

- he likes Sirius.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same boys who shared a dormitory are now raising little humans. 

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! 

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

・The Nurturing Dad™

・Always makes sure the baby has everything it wants and needs (always goes over the top.)

    “Harry she already has everything. Just sit down!” 

“But maybe she wants more binkies? Or another teddy? Babies love teddies-” 

・Because he was given very little in his childhood, Harry unconsciously experiences that type of love through his daughter

・You had to point it out to him a few days before her first birthday. Harry was going OVERBOARD. 

   “She won’t remember Harry, it’s okay.”

“I don’t care if she doesn’t remember. She deserves it anyway.”

・He hates hearing her cry. The Dursleys used to let him cry and cry when he was younger. So his baby self realised no one was coming when he cried - so he stopped

・So, he never wants that to happen to his baby girl. 

・Bought her a broom for her third birthday. It was only a toy one, barely hovering more than four feet in the air. But your little one loved it

・Molly and Arthur are referred to as Nanny and Poppy. Harry’s smile was ear to ear when Molly told him they wanted to be called that

    “You’re our son, Harry.” 

・Harry gets up in the middle of the night to check on her. He just loves looking at her in the doorway

𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

・The Interactive Dad™

・The first time you got pregnant, you were only expecting ONE baby. But lo-and-behold, two heartbeats were found on the monitor. 

・Ron nearly fainted

・Molly cried when you told her the news

・Ginny was ecstatic! So eager to be an Aunt. George was a bit hesitant, as well as distant when you told him. He didn’t want to be around the babies because he thought he’d give them some sort of darkness. 

・But as soon as they were born, George was in love with them and with being an Uncle.

・When you were in the hospital bed, exhausted but content, the Weasley’s found their way to your suite and Ginny was holding balloons

・ Molly cried again

・They two babies, a girl and a boy, had freckles but only one had red hair

・When George sat down and was given both babies to hold, you could see the change in him. 

     “He...he looks like Fred.” 

“We know. His names Fred, and the other is Georgina.” 

・During the birth, Ron was there the whole time. From beginning to end. He told you to squeeze his hand as much as you needed to

・Is a stay-at-home dad. When you go to work, Ron has the twins strapped to his front and back. 

      “Look who’s home!” He calls from the kitchen. The place is pretty messy, but he’s started on dinner. 

・The twins wear the beanies, scarves and jumpers that Nana Molly has knitted for them

・Georgina has a thing with biting though, and the first time she bit Ron he was ... kinda impressed

    “Honey at least we know she can defend herself-”

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

・The Thoughtful & Affectionate Dad™

・His child is the light of his life. You couldn’t find a better father. 

・He’s patient, caring, level-headed and loving. 

・Makes the baby’s food, does bath time and changes nappies (probably changed more than you have. He always says “You carried him for nine months, ripped parts of yourself to birth him. The least I can do is change his nappies.) 

・He remembers your little boy’s favourite toy, colour, food and place. 

・Neville has a hard time leaving your son with anyone, or going somewhere else without him. He constantly sends messages and writes down detailed instructions on how to look after your baby

・Takes as many photos of your son as possible. Has a whole book of them already 

・Neville also shows anyone/everyone the photo he keeps in his pocket of you two. It’s of the first Christmas you had in your own home with your firstborn

・Isn’t afraid of showing your son affection. He’ll pepper kisses all over his face and it makes him giggle (the baby, well, Neville as well...)

・LOVES reading bedtime stories 

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

・The Providing Dad™

・You’re either a working mum or stay at home mum. Seamus is out during the week, working for the ministry

・He felt really bad in the beginning because your son wouldn’t recognise him. The hours were long, especially because the ministry was working overtime, trying to get the Wizarding World back into shape

・But with consistency, and patience, Seamus bonded with his son so strongly

・Seamus makes everyone feel safe at home. He locks all the doors and windows, and can be relied on for backup whenever it’s wanted 

・Did your son inherit the blowing things up gene? To your utter dismay. Yes. 

・Was a bit defensive when your son liked ‘girly’ things, but you explained gender norms and expression. When he saw how much your son found joy in dressing up or playing with dolls, he came round

・You dress your son in matching outfits with Seamus. You do it without telling him and see how long it takes for him to notice (he hasn’t noticed yet)

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

・The Cool Dad™

・Everyone wants to come around to your house because Dean is so friendly

・Dean actually loves going shopping for your daughter. He loves the little outfits, the pink onesies and tutus with matching fairy wings. 

・He’s great with sleepovers. They drive you insane, but he handles chaos so easily

・You asked him about it one day. 

   “How do you handle it, Dean? They’re so loud when they’re together! There’s so much mess too. God, I don’t want to ruin their fun but it’s driving me crazy!” 

       “I know, it’s okay sweetheart. I guess it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t matter. And the mess, the noise, it’s all caused because they’re having fun.” 

  “You have a point. But you keep your calm with everything!” 

         “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The battle at Hogwarts changed me. Life is so fragile. Anything can mean nothing and everything - you just have to decide what’s important and what isn’t.”

・Uses your daughter to flirt with you. He’ll send her in with a bunch of roses and says “these are from daddy” but she gets bored with it and drops them on the floor 

・DEFINITELY plays dress up and has a favourite princess crown

#harry potter #harry potter headcanons #harry potter preferences #ron weasley #ron weasley headcanons #ron weasley x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom headcanons #neville longbottom x you #seamus finnigan #seamus finnigan headcanons #seamus finnigan x reader #dean thomas #dean thomas x reader #dean thomas headcanons #parent headcanons #parent preferences #preferences #witch the writer #witch the writer preferences #dad headcanons #father headcanons

[fangirlingismygame]

[When asked about their about their break-up]

Dean: Oh we would've never worked out, the love of her life was sleeping in a bed next to me, dreaming about her

Ginny: Well the love of your life was also sleeping in a bed next to you and dreaming about you, so I'd call us even

#having harry potter feels #this conversation has definately happened and you can't change my mind #their friendship after the war would've been hilarious #harry potter #harry x ginny #dean thomas #seamus finnigan #hinny #dean × seamus #deamus

[kkurades]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ 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.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter #blaise zabini #blaise zabini imagine #blaise zabini x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #neville longbottom #ginny weasley #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #teddy lupin #hermione granger #seamus finnigan #cho chang #ron weasley #oliver wood #hogwarts #battle of hogwarts #minerva mcgonagall #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #voldemort #bellatrix lestrange #antonin dolohov

[sweetpandorabox]

The Harry Potter boys having a crush on the reader (female) who happens to be one of the most gorgeous people at the school.

I’d love it if you also added Seamus Finnigan to your usual list in this case :)

I love love love your work here 💋

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

A/N : My first-ever request ever! I can't tell you how excited I am to receive one of these, thank you so much anonymous for sending this request, and since you ask I shall deliver, hope you enjoy this and I'm hoping I made you exactly what you ask for! anyways hope everyone enjoys reading love you sexy. xx (P.s let me know which one was your favorite down in the comments mine was definitely Neville he's so cute omfg!).

Story Setting : For this one I'll make an adjustment and make the Female reader in this case (Y/N), the same year group as Harry Potter and she's a girl who's obviously drop dead gorgeous, kind, smart and pretty much the whole dream package, who happens to catch every guys attention and love from boys in her year group, at Hogwarts including guys above her year group like Oliver, Cedric and The Weasley Twins.

Terms 📖:

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your last name

Y/E/C - Your eye color

Y/H/C - Your hair color

Y/H - Your house

Warnings⚠️: None what's so ever it's pure fluff.

Word Count: 7,671

List of Characters :

Seamus Finnigan

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Seamus Finnigan :

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You met Seamus by walking down the corridor one day on your way to your next class, which was Herbology, reading a book titled 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' not noticing a single thing on your way or what's going around you. While you're distracted trying to revise last minute before a test, you bolted straight into Finnigan's figure, Thud! a sound erupted loudly as you both fell backward as your books were scattered across the floor, taking a minute to rub the small of your back due to the fall, you start to laugh at the incident as Finnigan straighten himself up about to yell, he takes a good look at your gorgeous smile and your silk like laugh forcing himself to swallow back the urge to yell, as to ask why you weren't watching where you were going, before turning into a slight shade of crimson. "U-uhm, would you like some help?" He offers, talking in his usual thick Irish accent offering a hand, you look up with a smile still displayed on your face taking his hand in an offer, and said "Thank you, and oh... I'm so sorry I bumped into you like this, I was trying to revise last minute I was on my way to the greenhouse you see", his mouth gaped open not meeting your eyes, as he watched you speak to him with the crimson color still apparent on his face, all he can master up was "It's quite alright...here let me help you pick up your books", he reaches the 2 books scattered near him before picking up the Herbology book you were reading as you reach for it simultaneously, your hand brushed against his, you both smile at each other with red upon your cheeks as he offers to carry your books for you to Herbology, which you accepted the offer to. You and Seamus managed to introduce yourselves to each other and talk a lot about things before finally arriving at the Hogwarts Greenhouse, you give him a quick hug and a thank you with a smile for carrying your books for you as you enter the greenhouse, filling Seamus's heart with warmth and adoration.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He offers to carry your books or carry your things every single time when he gets the opportunity or saw you walking down a corridor somewhere.

He always tries to show you cool tricks and magic that the learns to impress you, but since he's clumsy and prone to set himself up in an explosion it never seems to work out, but you've always kept a laughed and help him clean up which made him fall harder for you.

Every time he walked into a room he managed to find you first and yell out your name catching your eyes before giving you his charming Irish smile as he make his way over to talk to you.

He's known to be silly, wild and a normal teenage boy around Dean and his other friends but when he's around you he's quite shy, nervous, and a lot more attentive which made you smile at the thought of him being a completely different person around you.

He remembers the littlest things about you through a conversation or through general staring and when he doesn't know certain things about you, he's willing to ask your friends about it.

He wears gorgeous-smelling colognes and grooms his hair tidy when he knows he has classes with you that day or could run into you at any given time to make sure you notice his good looks and efforts.

He'd always ask about your day during the dinner feast time and make sure that you've had a good day and if not he'd always try and make you laugh just to make your day a little better.

Harry Potter:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

"Oh thank god you're here dear, just in time" Madam Pomfrey stated, "Good afternoon Madam, can I help you with something?" you asked kindly, "Yes dear Mr. Potter over there has injured his leg falling off his broom during Gryffindor's quidditch practice, It's just a sprained ankle, but I've given him the antidote he needs to put out the pain and it should fix it right up, I just need you to watch the bruising on his ankle once the bruising is gone come and get me as fast as you can, I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore about something urgent at this time", she mentioned as she lay a supportive hand on your shoulder, "Of course Madam, I'll go see him now" you reassure her with a smile as she walked out of the hospital wing making her way to Dumbledore's office. You slide the curtain divider aside and look over at the chosen one who's peacefully laying on the bed with his right ankle compressed and wrapped with a bandage as the purple and blackish hue of his bruises shine through the clean and white bandage. "Hello Harry, are you alright?" you ask the tired-looking boy, "Hi Y/N, yeah I'm alright just a bit of a sprained ankle that's all, I wasn't looking at where I was flying my broom towards, to focus on that snitch to notice I've rammed myself over the goal post and fallen off my broom landing on my ankle" he mentioned giving you a weak smile, "Oh I'm so sorry that happened Harry, well I'm here to watch over your busies and keep you company" you smile at him taking his hand in yours gently not noticing his face turning beetroot red at your hand touching his, from here you spark up conversations with Harry you even managed to get the chosen one to smile and laughs at some of your stories and opinions on random matters as he did to you visa versa, not forgetting to keep an eye on his bruise or asking if Harry's okay a couple of times just to make sure, "Thank you for keeping an eye on me and keeping me company", Harry said smiling at you, "It's no problem Harry, I actually volunteered to help Madam Pomfrey once week, I desire to be a matron like her when I grow up you see, even better if I can be a healer that travels all around the world that is", you smile looking away at Harry's ankle, Harry was struck by love as he watches your magnificent face peering over his ankle, which made his heart skip 2 to 3 beats faster, "Wow Y/N, I didn't know that you had such passion and desire for medical, but why would you want to work in such filed if you don't mind me asking?" you paused and look into Harry's green eyes saying, "Well I want to help all the witches and wizards I can, I want to save everyone form pain, injuries, jinxes and even death itself, there's no better job then making other people's life easier and better I find that concept to be quite rewarding" you reply ruffling Harry's hair all messy as he chuckles lightly taking your hand away form his hair gently lowering it back down, holding your intense eye contact back not daring to break it, "Well I-uh I know you'd make a good matron one day, that's for sure", you both share an adoring smile towards each and before long Harry's bruise had completely disappeared which forces you to leave him and get Madam Pomfrey for last minute check ups.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to be really awkward and nervous around gorgeous girls which leads him to smile while he has liquid in his mouth at you or trip over something while walking too busy keeping his attention and eyes right on you.

He likes talking about the things you like and pretends to like them himself despite not having a single clue about the things you like, he just wants to hear you talk about yourself.

He likes the way your hair smells so whenever you're distracted and he's slightly close to you he'd go in for a light sniff and smile happily to himself.

He lets you borrow his class notes in any subject just so he has a reason to come and see you or talk to you about it.

He asks Hagrid to help him introduce you to Buckbeak the Hippogriff so he trusts you giving Harry himself a chance to take you on a flying ride just so that you two can have a moment of intimacy together.

He's the first one to check up on you if he finds out you're ill or is really upset over something before the other guys on this list.

When you're having a conversation with him he tilts his head, and his pupil grew bigger which turned him into a cute little puppy.

Ron Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You walked over to the Hogwarts great hall with a couple of Y/H acquaintances, chatting away your day as you arrived just in time for dinner, choosing to sit next to one of your closest friends you eat away your dinner having just enough to eat and stuffing a bit of dessert at the end. After what felt like a good meal you watched as a first-year student from your house was looking a little upset, he was toying around with the food he put on his plate and a slight pout appearing on his face, the kindness of your heart couldn't resist at the thought of making him feel better or at least asking him what had happened that made him so upset, you quickly pour an empty cup with some pumpkin juice and excusing yourself from your friend bringing it over to him, you made your way to the unhappy 1st year before you bumped into somebody, splash! as the sweet pumpkin juice you were about to offer to the 1st year, spilled all over the persons uniform "Merlin's beard I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that" you tilt your head upwards only to find Ron, rubbing some pumpkin juice off his Gryffindor jersey leaving a big wet and sticky patch right by his stomach, he look down only to find you, the girl he had always find attractive for the longest of time, his eyes popped out of his head and his cheeks was slammed by a shade of crimson, "Oh u-uhm It's alright, I can clean it up you know", he swallows keeping his eye low on the ground, the look of guilt swarms your face, as you peer over at the unhappy boy who's now surrounded by his group for friends you felt relief and look back the red headed boy "No, no I'll take you the 2nd floor girls lavatory, Moaning Myrtle won't mind if I clean you up there...come on" you usher Ron to come with you even taking his hand in yours as you make your way there. Once you've arrived there you gently pat his school jersey down dry with a paper towel and cast an anti-stain spell on it, "Bloody hell, where do learn that?", Ron asked face full of shock, you smiled at his expression, "I learned the spell in 1st-year from professor Flitwick when I got butterbeer spills all over my skirt", you replied, "Uh well it's bloody brilliant... you're brilliant I- er meant thanks for that", you giggle at his response saying "no worries at all, sorry I spilled the drink all over you". You both shared a smile before Moaning Myrtle ushered the both of you out because she was particularly upset tonight, you both bolted for the door laughing, walking alongside each other before rejoining everybody else in the great hall, splitting ways to sit back where you were before.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He makes sure you're there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner because he cares a lot about your health and wants you to eat enough if you weren't there he'd find you and save you a plate of food so you can eat it later.

He always points out how amazing and how kind you are, he'd always mentioned that whoever gets to be your boyfriend or husband is the luckiest man alive. (He secretly hopes it's him)

He always comes to you asking for help with his school work, so you and him can study together, but then 20 minutes kicked in then all of a sudden Ron just stares at you and asking a billion questions not relating to the paper he needs help with but rather personal questions about you.

He pulls you into a hug or leans his hand over yours for support when you're upset or frustrated.

He copies little things you do and when he's caught doing it you laugh your head out watching his face turn pink, as he feels embarrassed.

He makes sure to save you a seat next to him in the great hall tables, for all the meal time and makes sure you have enough portions of food to make it throughout the day, and if you don't have enough he'd put more on your plate ushering you to eat more.

He likes to throw crumpled paper and passed notes to you in class for fun to get your attention and to make you laugh, especially in a boring class.

Neville Longbottom:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

"Ugh... I still don't know what Bubotuber pus could be used for" you groan, looking over at the 2nd question written on the greenhouse chalkboard as your fellow Y/H friend rubs your back for support, "oh come on Y/N you remember, we learned this yesterday just take you time and think about it and besides it's okay if you don't know it, the next test won't be until next week" she ensures you before giving all her attention back into her own paper, you dig back through your memory trying to remember, twirling around your soft and silky looking Y/H/C hair around your pointy finger. Not noticing a single thing around you due to immense focus, Neville had managed to stare at you with adoration glistening all over his emerald-like eyes for the last 25 minutes of class, due to his vast knowledge of Herbology he finished his paper within 10 minutes of time, seeing as you struggle he managed to collect his breathe and walk over to your side of the table saying, "Bubotuber pus acted as a treatment for severe acne, but undiluted pus could affect unprotected skin in unintended ways." he mentioned to you fiddling with his finger, focusing his gaze down at the floor, you look over at the nervous boy with the biggest smile writing down the answer he mentioned, "Thank you Neville" you smile giving him a quick peck on the cheek standing on your tippy toes, as he shot his eyes out of his head, his body was inflamed and turned red like the tomato sauce you've put on your pasta for last night's dinner, he made his way back to his side of the table as he touched the cheek he's been blissfully kissed by you smiling at himself. The class has been dismissed about 2 minutes ago and as you made your way out of the greenhouse, clutching your books close to your body you felt a light tap on your shoulder, you turned around to find Neville standing straight with the best posture he can master up towering over you, looking down at your perfect figure and alluring face, "Yes Neville" you ask giving him a smile, "I-I w-was just w-wondering if you'd be interested in getting tutored by me?", "I know you're s-struggling in Herbology a-and I wanted to help free of c-charge of course" He stammered leaving himself completely breathless, "Neville I'd love that I've been struggling very hard in Herbology and I want to be so much better, does Wednesday afternoons at the library work for you?" you ask with suspense, all he can master up was a nod as he so busily studies your face, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon and don't worry I'll be paying you 10 galleons once a week, mother and father won't mind me spending as long as it's for studying purposes" you smile at him before continuing with "Anyways I'll be making way to the hospital wing now, I need to help Madam Pomfrey sort out healing positions and antidotes for the hospital wing shelves... but I'll see you tomorrow okay?" you smile waving your hand goodbye as Neville smile lightly vice versa, you left Neville in a state of lovestruck unable to get you out of his mind he walks back the Gryffindor common room rubbing the cheek you've kissed a couple of minutes ago with a smile on his face.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to get you a bouquet of flowers whenever he sees you if not that he'd go outside and pick a single flower from a bush and tells you what the flower is and a cool fact about them, so you have something pretty to put inside your vase placed on your nightstand.

He stutters a lot around you and nervousness takes over his whole body, he's usually very red and stiffens up like he'd been dipped in concrete when you're around him, talking to him, or touching him in any way.

He'd invite you to the Hogwarts greenhouse after hours to show off all the cool and magical plants he thought you might like and bond over it with you.

He'd invite you to study with him at the library so he can tutor you in Herbology or look for new books to read and share a turn once you or him have read it.

He looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes, almost like he'd seen an angel fall from heaven.

He's a really good listener and would pretty much drop anything he's doing or need to do, just to listen to your worries, excitement, or if you're in need to vent about something.

He's not usually a very confronting person and tends to just ignore people that's been picking on him or making his life generally harder, but if someone ever crosses that line with you he'd make sure to show his Gryffindor side and defend you scaring that person off.

Draco Malfoy:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You huffed after taking on all those stairs leading up to the Astronomy tower, a place where you can be alone and be deep in your thoughts, after failing a Herbology test a day earlier, and stressing over it making sure to keep good grades in other classes and try to show a vast amount of intelligence and knowledge towards your professors and friends, due to their high expectations of you, you needed to breathe and be alone to just reset and be better, once you've made it up to the tower you noticed a tall figure, with blond hair and a black turtleneck piece suit leaning his broad arm over the ledge looking over the night stars, you walk over to the boy, gently saying "You like watching the starts to huh? I wouldn't take you as a guy who likes astronomy", you move closer beside him on the right leaning your hands against the ledge just like he did, "Why do you have to be here? can't you see this place is occupied?" he asked in a stern voice looking at your soft looking hair as the breeze of the cool night air began to sweep in the Astronomy tower leaving your hair messy yet desirable, you paused not answering his questions, "Draco, do you come here to get your mind off somethings as well?" you asked looking into the starts scattered like glitter all over a blank piece of paper, "it's none of your business, but if you must know I do come here to be alone... away from all filthy mud bloods and half blood freaks" he spat, now crossing his arm in frustration you move your face over to his, looking deep into his grey molten like silver eyes, not noticing his cheeks grew pink in color as he struggles to keep eye contact with you, "Tell me... what does the name Draco actually mean?" you wondered still looking into his eyes shifting the conversation away form blood statues, he takes a deep breathe and says "The name Draco is derives form an ancient Greek word meaning dragon or serpent, it's also a name of a constellation of stars in a shape of a dragon" he calmly says turning down his aggression against you, you nodded and slowly smile at his respond growing silent for a while still looking at the starts enjoying the constant breeze the night had brough in and out of the tower. Draco takes his chance on your distractions and studies your body up and down with a feeling of desirability running through his mind about how much he wants to be with you, he slowly moves to study your enchanting beautiful face, not being able to look away. After what felt like hours Draco asked, "Is something on your mind?", you nodded and mentioned your Herbology test and the constant pressure of putting on a smart and hard-working side of yourself always and not being able to show the true you sometimes, all Draco did was listen to your troubles until a certain amount of time has passed with absolute silence that it's time for the both of you to leave, he insisted on walking you back to your common room to keep you safe and once you both arrived in front of your house common room he gave you the sweetest smile with a wave goodbye before walking over into his own dorm room replying that sweet and intimate memory he had with you tonight over and over again.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to be secretive about his feelings for you and would buy you gifts that are quite expensive and something that you would love and give it away anonymously with a little note that usually says "Hope you enjoy this one and wear it often".

He treats you differently from other people, he's a lot nicer around you or somewhat more tolerable, still somewhat of a jerk but so much nicer.

He's the type to get jealous when other guys at school talks to you let alone even look at you but we already know everybody begs for your attention at this point, even if you're not his girlfriend or somebody he's romantically talking to or anything.

He makes sure nobody and I mean NOBODY tries to mess with you or bully you, he secretly threatens anyone who even tries whether it's a girl, a boy, or a non-binary person.

He looks at you up and down a lot and studies every feature you have on your body, sometimes you'd catch him looking and he'd offer an alluring smile at you before looking away.

He's not the type to be nervous around you or overly confident to just flirt in the open with you, he's more reserved and sends a very intense sexual tension between the two of you instead of awkward and cute energy like the others.

He tries to mess with you himself because he doesn't know how to act around you all he knows how to do is taunt and pick on people, but he makes sure to not go far, just enough to get you to clap back resulting in both of you to getting stuck in detention together so he can be alone with you intentionally.

Cedric Diggory:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You'd gone up to the owlery writing the last bit of things into the letters you're going to send to your family, as you seal the envelope, shut with wax you try to find your barn owl pet Twila, stuffing your ready-made letter into your pants pocket carefully as you look for your bright and witty owl. Once you've found her you give her a quick gentle stroke and praise before handing her your letter, as you retrieve your letter from your pants pocket, the owlery was swarmed by a semi-strong wind taking away your letter from your not so tight grip, "Oh no... my letter" you quickly blurted as you watched it about to blow out from the owlery, when a sudden hand had caught the letter just in time-saving you the trouble of rewriting the letter. " I believe this belongs to you?" He calmly asked with his charming smile, offering your back the letter before settling his eyes on your small figure, iridescent sparkly pair of Y/E/C eyes, and soft-looking Y/H/C hair, "Well yes it is thank you so much, Cedric, you've saved me so much time from re-writing this letter" you replied with the sweetest smile you can master up showing your pure gratitude to him as you gently put the letter into Twila's beak as you instructed her to fly the letter home, you and Cedric watched as Twila flies her bright white wings, away into the sunset as you both shared enjoyment of the scenery from up there, "So you're sending letters home huh? so am I" Cedric blurted handing his letter gently to another owl and ushering the owl to fly home, he turned to you smiling, and you replied with "Yeah mother and father have been waiting for me to write back their last week's letter just to make sure I'm alright", "Ah... I see, well shall we get out of here," he asks, "Yes please I'm actually quite afraid of heights" Cedric takes a minute to study your gorgeous facial features focusing primarily on your plump pink lips. "Well, why didn't you say so earlier shall we? Cedric's tall figure offers his muscular arm looking down at you with a smile, his smile was contagious as you link your arm around his staying close to his right side as your smile imitates his. The both of you take your time to carefully step down on each step as Cedric ensures you that he'll keep you safe on the stairs, he managed to spark up the best conversation collecting basic knowledge about you in a matter of minutes, as the both of you reach the front door of Y/H's common room Cedric mentioned the need to meet his friends in the library to study, as he gently plants a kiss to the back of your right hand as a goodbye, peaking your lips into a smile as you wave your hand goodbye, Cedric smile never erase out of his face during his study session, as he couldn't get the thought of what is like to kiss your pair of luscious pink lips out of his head.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to write you love letters anonymously like a secret admirer and leave little love notes in your dorm room, inside your book, on a desk you usually sit on in class, and through an owl.

He's a gentleman so he's bound to ask you, if he can walk you to wherever you're meant to go to keep you safe and to keep you company, making sure he offers his arm to you for support in the process.

The type to see you shivering and instantly takes his coat/jacket/robe off and put it on you with no hesitation.

He smiles a lot around you and is the type of person who makes good eye contact even if he doesn't like that person that way.

He'd kiss your hand when he needs to leave you or need to part ways because he's a gentleman.

When you take a walk with him, he makes sure to use etiquette and make you walk on the 'protected side of the school hallway or path just in case you fall, bumped into someday, or there's mud or puddles there.

He gives the best advice about anything and he's very mature for somebody his age whether it's advice about school since he's a bit older than you or anything that's bothering you in general.

Oliver Wood:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You were standing on one of the quidditch stands, roaring your best to cheer, as your house compete against Gryffindor as the colors of Y/H shone right around the stands with pride. "Angelina Johnson scores, 10 points to Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announces as the bell dings to signify a point has been placed, despite that, you kept cheering as you watched your 3 house chasers working immensely hard as one throws it into the hoop only to be blocked by none other than Oliver Wood, the captain and a fellow keeper in the red and gold team. The Gryffindor clan cheered at his save, making your house slump and gasped in disappointment, you start to frustrate over the save but you watched as Oliver catches you amongst the crowd and gave you his charming yet cocky smile which made you roll your eyes with a smile appearing on your face a minute later. Throughout the game, you watched as Oliver blocked, and block and block, more Quaffle from entering the goal post, each time he's done this he made sure to look over at you to see if you were impressed by his skills and talent, but undeniably you were impressed giving him a round of applause and a proud smile, despite your house downfall. After Lee Jordan announces that the games are finished and Gryffindor won by catching the snitch you walked out of the quidditch stands with some disappointed group of people from your house, ready to head back to your common room before hearing your name being yelled across the pitch "Y/N...wait up", you turned your head back to find the sweaty and athletic figure of Oliver Wood running up to you, "I'm really sorry your house didn't win today, I'm sure they'll win in their next match" he huffed out looking straight into your pair of dazzling Y/E/C eyes with a smirk and a slight pink appearing on his cheeks form your beauty, leaving you in a state of wonder if it was nervousness or the flushes he gets from working so hard, "Oh Wood no need to be so civil I know my house isn't the best at quidditch, but yeah maybe they will win next time" you smile replying to his condolences as he wipes sweat from across his forehead, you stare at his exhausted and beaten energy, releasing you had a flask of ice cold water in your bag your offered it to him with a kind smile, "Here, you must be exhausted when you go back to your dorm room make sure you take a warm shower and eat lots at dinner tonight", he master up the biggest smile he could as he accept your offer brushing his hand against yours while he take the flask, "Thank you Y/N that's very kind of you" he takes a quick swig and was blissfully refresh, "Keep the flask if you want, so you can have some cold water with you always" he smiled at your offer and the thought of keeping one of his crush's belongings which he'd cherish and take good care of for the rest of his school year, you both ended your short conversations before walking over back to the Hogwarts castle together.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He would ask you if you're going to come and watch today's quidditch game especially if Gryffindor is playing and he always says, "I'll make sure to block the Quaffle and take the win for you". and end it with a wink and a smirk.

When he plays quidditch he makes sure your sparkly Y/E/C eyes are watching him save the goals and shows off by doing tricks on his broom to make him look cooler and faster.

He'd invite you to hang out with him and his friends despite being way older than you every time, so he can hang out with you and get to know you better.

He looks for approval from you constantly pointing out something new about him or something he had achieved just to hear you say that he looks really good or that you're very proud of him for whatever he's achieved.

His voice softens when he talks to you.

He put aside his competitiveness for quidditch aside especially if Gryffindor loses around you, so you can see his calm and collected side even if you know he's extremely competitive.

Sometimes he forgets how to genuinely breathe when he sees you wearing regular clothes over your school uniform or when you have your soft-looking and aromatic-smelling Y/H/C hair down freely.

Fred Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You made your way out of the Hogwarts castle towards the clocktower courtyard, to meet with a few of your friends and to sit out in the sun enjoying a relaxing Saturday afternoon after a long week of studies, you smile, looking forward to catching up with your friends and funny gossips that have been going around school recently. You walked over with a messy ponytail hair and a small crossover bag finding your friends sitting by the antique fountain placed in the center of the courtyard, giving each of them a hug you take a seat yourself and catch up about boys, studies, and of course gossips, your smile was radiant and your messy hair added more to your already alluring face catching the attention of Fred Weasley walking across the courtyard, as he walks past your group of friends his red hair, chocolate brown eyes, and tall figure catches your loveable Y/E/C eyes, he met his eyes with yours simultaneously giving you his charming smirk and a wink making you giggle catching your friend's attention, "Wow Y/N you pretty much pull every single guy there is in Hogwarts no matter how old they are" one of your girlfriends stated nudging your arm with her elbow gently, you giggled and denied such accusations, despite all the guys drooling over you almost every day. Fred finally settle and lean against one of the pear trees growing in the courtyard, picking about 3 ripen pears he was deep in thought thinking about how he could catch the attention of a pretty girl such as yourself, and he slowly comes up with the concept of juggling, he made sure that there are a few other students scattered across to notice his skills and gather around him so you'd join in eventually, he starts to juggle and catches the attention of younger Hogwarts students and eventually they all cheer an gathered for him and even managed steal the attention of your friends as they bound to join with the others over curiosity of what was happening, you push past the crowd and watch as Fred juggle 3 pears making sure they all go over his left leg before ethe air only standing on his right, you giggle loudly at his funny skills, "This one is for you Y/N" Fred mentioned tossing you one of the pears he's been juggling, you caught the green pear with a smile as your friend gather around you and squeal in excitement over the red-headed boy romantic gesture, Fred kept showing different ways to juggle, entertaining everyone there, once he finally finished and round of applause was awarded to him, he gave you an attractive smile saying "Hope you enjoyed that one, I did that just for you" before giving you hug, you hug him back saying "Fred that was amazing you have to teach me how to juggle now so I can be just like you" you insisted, making Fred's heartbeat pound faster in the nicest way possible, "I can teach you how to do a basic juggle right now?" he offered, you nodded with enthusiasm as you listen to his instructions upon learning the art of juggling.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He'd give you a cheesy wink and pull a funny face at you to make you laugh and smile.

He openly flirts with you and is probably the type to also compliment you on a daily.

If anyone was to mess with you or treat you poorly whether it was a Hogwarts staff or students he'd pull the biggest prank on them to teach them a lesson not to mess with you.

Plays very roughly and likes to tackle you for fun, tickle you, or pick you up and pretend to chuck you into the great lake until you laugh and beg him not to do it.

Fred's usually the prank starter because he knows George will be there to mitigate the damage, but as long as you don't agree with a certain prank he's about to pull, he'll listen to your first even over George and not do it just to please you.

When he finds you upset or frustrated about something his number one focus is to cheer you up and make you laugh through dumb or random jokes, unlike George who focuses more on comforting you and being there for you.

He's the type to teach you random skills like juggling oranges or how to do a cartwheel just to spend a short amount of time with you.

George Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You take a seat inside the Three broomsticks inn nearest stool placed by the bar table, taking out a couple of Galleons ready to drink your sadness away, "Oh Y/N Y/L/N, it's you would you like the usual sweets?" she asked kindly with a charming smile, "Hello Madam Rosmerta and yes please I'd love the usual, although make that a double" you requested giving her a weak smile offering your galleons to her, "hard day I take it?" she asks as she takes the shiny golden coins and gets started on filling up 2 jugs full of butterbeer, "Yeah It's been a hard day, I've failed my Herbology test again this week and I've accidentally spilled babbling beverage potions all over a Ravenclaw student in potions, he couldn't stop speaking nonsense so I end up having detention for 3 days, thank merlin's beard that Professor Slughorn is compassionate about it, if it was Snape I would've been in detention for 2 weeks not mattering if it was an accident or not", you replied sighing as you slump on the bar table, Madam Rosmerta gently placed the 2 jugs of butterbeer on the table, "Oh cheer up sweets, it'll be better soon you're probably just having an off day toddy" She assured you patting your shoulder before leaving you to attend her other customers in need, while slumping take a deep sigh, before sitting up and drink your first butterbeer away, you ears tune in as the Pub and Inn door bell has chimed signifying that someone else has entered inside, you focused more on drinking your butterbeer trying to think of ways to be better at Herbology, " 1 jug of butterbeer please" he ordered giving Madam Rosmerta a couple of shiny coins, sitting at the stool right next to yours, you look over to find one of the Weasley twins sitting over the table, "Let me guess are you George?" you asked sipping your butterbeer away, "He looks back at you and said "I am, how can you tell?" he asked giving you his mischievous smirk. "Well, your nose slants down towards the tip and has a more rigid look to it. But, Fred’s nose goes out straight and doesn't have a rigid look. you smiled at him, and he paused as crimson shades of red peeked through his cheeks, "Wow you can tell us apart by our noses? he ask quickly saying thank you to madam Rosmerta as she handed him his butterbeer, "Well yeah of course every twin have at last one differences between the two" you smiled, "You're not wrong but would you say I'm cuter then Fred?" he asks as his playful smirk made its appearance on his lips, you laughed and roll your eyes at him instantly forgetting the terrible day you've had as you chatted with George for almost 2 hours getting to know the boy better.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He makes sure to always have a funny pickup line to chat you up with.

He's the type to playfully tease you instead of openly flirting with you to make you more comfortable and because Fred is so much bolder than him.

He would make fun bets with you on something stupid and offer rewards of 5 galleons or a date with him which he always suggested over the 5 galleons.

He likes to ruffle your hair and pat your head, his excuse is that he's older and taller than you so he's allowed to do that.

He dances stupidly to music like there’s no tomorrow and like no one’s watching him and he always managed to get you to join for fun.

He'd get your treats like chocolate frogs, butterbeer, or Bertie Bott's every-flavor beans almost weekly to make you smile.

He's more sympathetic than Fred and when he finds that you're upset or frustrated about something he focuses more on comforting you than making you laugh.

Blaise Zabini:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You met Blaise outside of Slughorn's office one afternoon before the supper party started, both of you were a member of the Slug club. The Slug Club was an out-of-hours dining and social club made up of professor Horace Slughorn's most well-liked and sometimes famous students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You watched as he struggles to tie his bowtie tie neatly on his collared shirt without having a mirror there to assist him, you approach the tall figure with a gentle voice you asked, "Would you like some help with that?" He spins around to find your small figure, fitted into a soft pink midi slip-on dress, matching the softness of your eyes and a messy braid as a hairstyle, he finds you to be one of the most gorgeous girls that Hogwarts has to offer, he scans you up and down making sure to take his time, studying your body and face keeping his iconic cool face on, "I wouldn't mind some help... give it a go then", he replied calmly facing over to you, you take a step forward on your tippy toes and tie his bowtie for him making sure you're nice and close to make it look it's absolute best. Blaise finds it hard to keep his breathing easy around you, as your fruity-scented perfume travels around him the more you linger close trying to tie his bowtie. "There you go...your bowtie looks really nice" you smiled commenting the compliments on to him, "Thanks...you don't look so bad yourself you know?" he quietly mentioned not meeting your eyes, "Thanks Blaise let's go in shall we don't want to be walking in late on everyone" you replied smiling as he nodded and walked beside you, you came into Slughorn's office and was greeted by him before he invented you to take a seat, Blaise found the nearest seat and pulls the chair out and usher you sit down on the chair, you do as he instructed offering a thank you with a bright smile to show your gratitude to him, as he takes a seat right next to you, you both chatted away together waiting for everyone else to show up and eventually dinner is served.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He trusts you and opens up about certain things in his life that are super privet, and that even his closest friends don't know about.

He tucks loose hair behind your ear to see your face better but his excuse is that you have to look tidy for school and have some class and high standards for yourself.

He licks his lips while you talk to him which is quite attractive but he does that subconsciously while he makes eye contact with you trying to listen.

He's willing to help you with any favor you have, whether it's big or small, even if there's also a chance that he might get into trouble and end up in detention.

At this point he'd come up to you, just to ask if you can tie his tie for him preferably in public places where other boys/ students from Hogwarts can see and get jealous of him.

He has a very cold and aloof personality but when he's around you he defrosts that coldness and acts completely friendly and normal around you.

He usually sneaks you out of your dorm room after hours, preferably during midnight to take you on a walk around the great river and back.

A/N: I'm sorry if this one is a bit long I just want you guys to have a lot more stuff to read rather than just a few bullet points, but anyways I have the 3rd part of Our love deal and lots of one-shot fanfics in the works you're going to love it! so stay tuned and give me a follow I'd really appreciate it if you do and my request is still open so feel free to leave any suggestions there love you.

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WASTELAND, BABY! 📼

Masterlist

Chapter List

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This story is named after the album Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier.

In the world of this fic, Hozier was a wizard who's music was released in the 1990s (bc I said so, lol)

Every other song/musical artist that I mention in this fic will be true to the timeline of the Harry Potter series.

You can find this playlist on my Spotify: ☆Mixtape☆ by NaoiseWasHere

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☆Neville's Mixtape☆

SIDE A

▪︎ Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

▪︎ The Whole of The Moon - The Waterboys

▪︎ Dreams - The Cranberries

▪︎ Hello It's Me - Tod Rundgren

▪︎I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

SIDE B

︎▪︎ Would That I - Hozier

▪︎ Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

▪︎ Dancing In The Moonlight - Thin Lizzy

▪︎ She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

▪︎ Heroes - David Bowie

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#neville longbottom fic #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom fluff #neville x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #wizarding schools #wizarding world #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #seamus finnigan #seamus finnegan x dean thomas #seamus x dean #deamus #harry potter and the goblet of fire #goblet of fire #triwizard tournament #mixtape #hozier #wasteland baby #irish music #irish girl #ireland #irish writer

[nostalgicfortomorrow]

Random Taylor Swift songs that align with Harry Potter Ships (joking… kind of…)

Random TS songs that align with Harry Potter ships. 

Cardigan: Romione during Half blood prince and Deathly hallows during the lavender debacle and the locket incident. Literally that yes they were endgame and somebody got between them with a silly stupid romance that seemed ridiculous.  

The 1: Hinny during Deathly Hallows before they realised they were endgame like that *kiss* on Harry’s birthday and his whole marauders map pining thingy

August: Hinny during the half blood prince era. Not that Harry was cheating on anybody, I just like the wistful lyrics about summer love and I think that matches up with early Hinny as basically both are trying to forget everything and just live their youth now before reality catches up to them. 

Enchanted: Cho x Harry during Harry’s pining era. It’s just funny and also Cho is in ravenclaw so her skill set is enchantment. Harry’s POV btw. 

Blank Space: Bellatrix Black for some stupid reason. I dunno. Just the way she goes full mad woman on Randolphus and Voldie. 

Love Story: Astoria x Draco? IDK I guess I kind of got the reverse roles where Astoria kind of sweeps Draco off his feet and his parents don’t approve of her because Astoria is kind of a happy, life-ful person who rejects pure bloodism and they end up together. 

You Belong With Me ((edited)): I know I said hinny before but NO. YBWM is about Deamus. Seamus wants Dean. He's known dean forever. They literally live in the same dorm together and knows everything about him. And this new girl Ginny picks up Dean and they date leaving a very annoyed and bitter Seamus. Of course Dean realises who's been here all along and it's SEAMUS!!!!!!!!!!!

#Hinny #Draco x Astoria #Taylor Swift #Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #Romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Bellatrix Black #Cho x Harry #Cho Chang #Cardigan #Blank Space #You Belong with Me #Love Story #Enchanted #August #The 1 #Deamus #Dean x Seamus

[falsekingfrancis]

The only part of the golden trio era I’m invested in is Deamus. Those boys are so very gay and I love them dearly.

#harry potter #dean thomas #deamus #dean x seamus #seamus finnigan #hogwarts #the moral of the story is the less Joanne touches something the more I like it #fuck you Joanne

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

HP Boyfriends

Draco

Aricka x Draco, the Slytherin Royal Couple

Cedric

Aricka x Cedric, the Badger and the Snake

Oliver

Aricka x Oliver, the Seeker and the Keeper

Fred

Aricka x Fred, I’ll look after you

Blaise

Aricka x Blaise, I burn for you my love

Neville

Aricka x Neville, my brave lion 🦁

Adrian

Aricka x Adrian, the Seeker and the Chaser

(Can’t find a gif of him soo meet the new face of Adrian Pucey-!!!)

Seamus

Aricka x Seamus, an explosion of love for you

Theo

Aricka x Theo, her cunning little snake 🐍

Remus Lupin (MARAUDERS ERA)

Aricka x Remus, you could never hurt me

@yeehawselfshipping

#Aricka x Draco #the Slytherin Royal couple #Aricka x Cedric #the Badger and the snake #Aricka x Oliver #the seeker and the keeper #Aricka x Fred #I’ll look after you #Aricka x Blaise #I burn for you my love #Aricka x Neville #my brave lion 🦁 #Aricka x Adrian #the seeker and the chaser #Aricka x Seamus #an explosion of love for you #Aricka x Theo #her cunning little snake 🐍 #Aricka x Remus #you could never hurt me

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

Hiii, I know u are usually writing for Draco but hear me out: friends to lovers with Seamus Finnigan. Reader and him are friends but she has a crush on him and when he gets beat up by the Carrows she takes care of him. And when she thinks he's unconscious she confesses her feelings. If u don't write for him, just ignore this but I just love ur writings and would love to read this.

Thanks for your request. I´ve never written for Seamus before, so I´m hoping I´ve written his character in the way you imagined it. Anyway, enjoy reading!

Refuge

Warnings: mention of blood

“This is just amazing.”, you stated, as you looked around in awe.

You had been in the Room of Requirement several times before, but it had never looked like this. Until now, you had mostly been here for the DA meetings and the room had looked like a training hall, but now reminded you more of your dorm and the common room in the Gryffindor tower. On the one side of the room stood several beds, each of them looked as if they were already used, except for one. On the other side were some tables and couches. Behind a door in the back, you suspected the bathroom. The walls were draped with the banners of the different houses. You noticed, that the arms emblem of Slytherin was missing. This room was the perfect sanctuary.

And Godric, you needed one. Since the new year had started a few weeks ago at Hogwarts, many things had changed. Snape was the headmaster by now and the jobs of the DADA and Mugglestudies teacher were filled by the Carrows. They were brother and sister and one was just as cruel as the other. While in the last few years it had been the job of the teacher in Mugglestudies to teach you about the world of the Muggles, about the differences but also similarities between muggles and wizards, Alecto Carrow now taught you that muggles were scum and not as worthy as wizards. And while the DADA teacher had taught you how to defend yourself against the dark arts, by now, you learned how to use dark magic yourself.

Only today, Amycus Carrow wanted to force you to practice the Cruciatus curse with some first years. When you had refused to hex the little girl standing in front of you, Amycus Carrow wanted to cast the spell on you instead, but somehow you had managed to escape. Seamus had found you in one of the corridors and brought you here.

“´t was Neville´s idea.”, Seamus stated. “Think by now he knows everything there´s to know about the room.”

Neville had been the first one who had to disappear. He had found refuge in the room he had spent so much time in back when Harry had founded the DA. By now, he literally lived in here, rarely ever leaving the room. And one after one, people had to follow Neville into the underground, because they had done something the Carrows didn’t approve of. Sometimes it was enough to just disappear for a few days until they had forgotten what you had done, but some people, like Neville and Seamus, knew that they might not survive the consequences they would have to face if the Carrows would catch them. But sometimes they still snugged out to help other students or to sabotage the work of the Carrows or Snape. They were aware of the fact that they risked their lives any time they left the room, but that was a risk they were willing to take. Because they knew what they were fighting for. And so did you. You knew you would have been able to live a peaceful life at Hogwarts if you would have obeyed the regime since you were a pureblood, but you also knew that other people weren’t that lucky. Whenever you doubted that all of this was actually worth it, if it may not already be too late and you should just give up, you thought about Dean, one of your best friends, who was currently on the run since he was a muggleborn. So was also Hermione, who you had shared a dorm with for the last six years. You knew that if they would get caught they would be lucky if they would stay alive -even if you weren’t sure if what they would have to face then wouldn’t be worse than death. And whenever you thought about giving up, you thought about your friends, who were somewhere out there and you knew that what you did, was worth fighting for.

“Your bed´s over there.”

Seamus pointed at the empty bed to his right.

“How is it possible that there is exactly one left?”, you asked.

Your friend shrugged his shoulders.

“Whenever someone new appears, a new set appears ´s well. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff banners also only appeared when the first of ´em came here." He grinned. "The room works in mysterious ways, you know?”

You shook your head in disbelief and smiled.

“That´s great. I really feel as if the school wants to support us.”

You went over to your bed and sat down. Seamus followed you and let himself fall onto your bed as well, laying down and looking at the ceiling. You lay down as well, watching the boy from the corner of your eye.

Seamus and you had been friends since the first year. It hadn’t been love at the first sight though. When he had set his feather on fire in your first Charms class, you just couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t that you laughed at him, it was more that the entire situation had been very bizarre. Seamus had mistaken your laugh and thought you would be making fun of him, which had kind of offended him. But when a few weeks later in potions class he had blown up his potion, covering you in some violet slime and you laughed again, he quickly realized that you were just genuinely entertained by his ability to blow up everything he touched. And when you hadn’t held it against it that the slime had burned some holes into your uniform, your friendship was set. From that moment on, you spent much time together, annoying each other just as much as everyone around you. But while you seriously tried to help him brew a potion without making it explode just once, he may or may not had screwed up some charms on purpose, just to see you laugh about it. Not that he would ever admit he had done so. But you not only liked him for his extraordinary talent in pyrotechnics. Seamus Finnigan was probably one of the most lovable people you had ever met. He was always in a good mood and had a heart of gold, not speaking of his great sense of humour. Seamus was one of the people who got along with nearly everyone and everyone genuinely liked him, even though sometimes he was quite hot-headed. That had led to many arguments between the two of you over the years since neither of you was one to cave in easily. But you also both were able to admit if you had screwed up something, which was why, any time you had gotten into an argument, you had only grown closer afterwards.

Over the years though you had realized that you may had grown too close to the boy. Or at least your feelings had. You didn´t even remember the moment you started to have a crush on your best friend. But you for sure remembered the moment you had realized. In your fourth year, due to the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts had hosted the Yule Ball. Seamus and you had agreed on being each other's date for that evening, not because you were interested in each other in a romantic way, but because you knew that no date could be as fun as each other’s company. And you had been right. Even though Seamus had been a terrible dancer -and also had shown absolutely no interest in changing that, you had had the most amazing night, dancing, talking and eating. And at one particularly slow song, when he had placed his hands on your waist and you yours around his neck, and you had finished laughing about how cheesy the entire situation was, he had somehow managed to -for the first time- not step on your toes once and when you had looked into his eyes and saw him smiling at you, you had felt an unknown warmth flushing your body. And first, you had tried to brush it off and blamed the entire atmosphere that evening, but for some reason after that night, the butterflies in your stomach returned every time you saw his dimples when he laughed, or he laid his arm around your shoulder.

Dean, who had been inseparable from Seamus since the first day, had noticed of course. When he had started to date Ginny, he had always tried to talk Seamus and you in “double dates”, which you had always refused to participate, you as well as Seamus always assuring Dean, that the two of you were just friends. Still, the four of you had always spent much time together. And sometimes when you had been sitting in the three broomsticks or on the couch in the common room, and Ginny and Dean had started all the cute talk and at some point snogging, you had caught yourself at the thought, Seamus and you could be just the same. Not just him flirting with you to mock Dean or laying his arm around your shoulder just because you were friends, but him assuring you that he loved you because he meant it and his arm not around your shoulder but around your waist or his hand holding yours to not only tell but show you how much he loved you.

But unfortunately, Seamus didn’t love you. At least not like this. And now that he laid beside you on your bed, he could have done the same with everyone else. He wouldn’t pull you close, wouldn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, he would just stay there, neither disappearing nor doing anything else but staying where he was.

After a few minutes of silence, you spoke up again.

“So what are you doing here all day when you are always stuck in this room?”

That´s when Seamus turned around, now facing you.

“That´s the best thing. We aren’t.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I thought you couldn’t get out most of the days.”

A proud grin appeared on the boy´s face.

“I said we couldn’t get into the school most days.” He sat up. “Time to show you the secret passage.”

“Do you think something happened? They should be back by now.”

You looked at Lavender Brown anxiously. The girl just shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

“I hate this just as much as you do, but all we can do for now is wait.”

By now, it had been more than half a year since you first entered the Room of Requirement. And you barely ever went back into the school, since it had only gotten worse. Over time, most of the Gryffindors, many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws and even some Slytherins (A/N: I know it´s different in the books but it´s my story so idc) had made this room their second home. Nearly every day someone new came here and people barely ever left. If someone went back to school it was mostly to help other students out, just like today. Neville had heard that the Carrows were torturing some first years down in the dungeons and he, Seamus and some Ravenclaws had sneaked out of the room to rescue them. You would have come as well, but since Lavender and you had been with Aberforth when the others heard the news, they were already gone when you had come back. Now all you could do was wait for them to return. What should have been half an hour ago. You didn’t even dare to think about what the Carrows would do if they would catch them.

A few weeks ago they had caught you, sneaking some supplies into the Room of Requirement. You didn’t know the curse they had used, but it had made small cuts appear all over your body. You had already lost much blood when the others had managed to get you to Aberforth who had luckily known what to do. Still, you had been in a dozy state for the next few days. All you could remember was that Seamus had stayed by your side the entire time, refusing to leave you alone, even at dinner or at night. He had held your hand assuring you, you would be fine again, blaming himself for not protecting you. You didn’t do so though. But as long as you knew him, it had been the first time, where he hadn’t had a quick-witted saying on his lips and the fire that had always been burning behind his eyes had been expired. It had hurt you to see him like this, but it had also given you hope that there might be more he was feeling for you after all. But if there was something, he didn’t show. You had spent several months literally living together, but nothing had happened between the two of you, except for the fact that your feelings for him had only grown stronger. You knew this wasn’t the right time to think about a possible romantic relationship. You fought for your life every day and there was a war going on and even if Seamus would feel for you the same way you felt for him, you didn’t know how much time the two of you would have left. On the other hand, wasn’t that another reason to confess to Seamus? If you could die every day, wouldn’t you want him to know? What if they had caught him today and you would never see him again? If they would kill him and you would never get a chance to tell him how much he actually meant to you?

“They are going to be just fine.”, Lavender´s voice made you snap back to reality.

You had buried your face in your hands, furiously trying to fight the images that appeared in your head. You smiled at her weakly, thankful that she was trying to cheer you up.

Just as you were about to answer, the door swung open.

“We need help over here. Quick!”, you heard Neville shouting.

You exchanged a frightened glance with Lavender before you jumped up and ran up to him.

Many people had already gathered around the returnees. You fought your way through the people.

That´s when you saw it. Neville and a Ravenclaw boy were carrying a third person. His face was disfigured beyond recognition, full of blood, just as well as his clothes. For a second you were wondering if the person was even breathing, but then a small whimper escaped their lips. And that´s when you realized who it was. It was Seamus.

As if you had been petrified, you watched Neville carrying him to his bed, carefully laying him down.

“We need to vet him.”, Neville said. His gaze fell on you. “(Y/n), what are you waiting for?”

You still didn´t move. Aberforth had shown you some tricks on how to help people who had been hurt and you had already doctored several people. But never Seamus. Never someone who meant that much to you. Someone you were scared to lose more than anyone else. And the way he looked made you doubt there was anything you could do to help him.

“(Y/n), quick!”

And that´s when your body started working on autopilot. You grabbed the tinctures and ointments you had stolen from the hospital wing -even though you were pretty sure that Madame Pomfrey hadn´t locked the medication away that day on purpose- and headed over to Seamus.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, cleaning up his wounds, stitching him up, treating the scars with ointments and spells. All you knew was that in the end, you were sure Seamus would make it. He was still unconscious which was, in your opinion, not even that bad. At least he wouldn’t be in pain. You double-checked if you had done everything correctly before you sat down on the edge of his bed and looked down at the boy. He looked so peaceful the way he was laying there, unaware of the horror his friends had been through because of him in the last few hours.

Your gaze fell on your hands. While you had freed Seamus from all the blood, your hands were still red. Your vision went blurry and your hands started to shake as the realisation set in. You could have lost him today. Quickly, you grabbed a towel and tried to get rid of the blood on your hands, rubbing them furiously, until your skin wasn’t red because of the blood but because of the rough treatment.

“Are you okay?”, you heard a soft voice.

You looked up and looked into Neville´s worried eyes.

“He will make it.”

“That´s not what I asked you.”

“I´m fine.”

“Are you sure.”

“I said I´m fine, Neville!”, you snapped, your voice louder than you had intended.

A small groan escaped the lips of the boy lying in the bed and you regretted your tone immediately as you looked at Seamus worriedly, before turning around to Neville again.

“I´m sorry, I… It´s just…”

You felt an uncomfortable tingling in your arms and legs and somehow there was a ringing in your ear, that got louder and louder. You clenched your jaw to prevent your lips from shaking like your hands already did.

“Don’t worry (Y/n). It´s alright. I know how much he means to you.”

In every other situation you would have felt your cheeks redden now, but today all you could do was nodding.

“What happened?”, you asked, trying to distract yourself.

Neville grabbed a chair that was standing nearby and sat down.

“It was a trap. There was no one in the dungeons except for the Carrows and some of their followers. Crabbe and Goyle. All those people, you know?” In a low voice, he told you how they had been trying to fight their way out and how Seamus got hurt so bad. “If it wasn’t for him,”, Neville closed his report and looked at Seamus, “we wouldn’t have made it out of there. He saved us.”

You just nodded and a small smile appeared on your face. Seamus had saved the day once more. You just hoped that the price he had to pay for this wouldn’t be too high one day.

It was already night. The other students had already gone to bed, but you were still sitting on Seamus´ side. When you had been hurt, he hadn’t left you alone and neither would you. A few hours ago, Aberforth came here, looking for Seamus. He had praised your work, telling you he couldn’t have done it any better. Even though you highly doubted that it had still made you smile.

Seamus was still unconscious. In the subdued light of the remaining lamps, his bruises looked even worse. You had intertwined your fingers with his, making sure every minute that you could still feel his pulse and hear his breath. When you looked down at him, you couldn’t help but smile. When Seamus would wake up, he would probably pride himself on all the bruises he had now, making sure everyone would know how he had gotten them. But that was the least he deserved after everything he had done for all of you. Carefully, you brushed some strands of his messy sandy-coloured hair out of his face. If it wasn’t for the blood on his uniform, it wouldn’t look more messy than usual. His Gryffindor tie, which he was still wearing proudly, hang loosely around his neck and the upper button of his shirt remained open. If Professor McGonagall would see him like this, she would take some points from him immediately. But probably not nearly as many as she would give him for his bravery, even though she would probably call it sheer luck that he hadn’t been killed today. And she wouldn’t even be wrong with that. Once more, you realized, how close you had been to losing Seamus today.

“I´m so sorry.”, you whispered into the silence. “I´m so sorry that happened to you. All of this. You don’t deserve this. And I wasn’t there. I should have been. I could´ve helped you. If you… if you wouldn’t have made it today…” The words got stuck in your throat as you felt your eyes starting to sting. “I don’t know what I would do without you. It´s just… I don’t want to lose you. I can´t.” You felt the first tear rolling down your cheek. “I love you, Seamus, you know that? I love you. I think I always did. It just took me some time to realize. And even more time to admit. But I know I don’t want to spend one day of my life without you. Do you remember in our fifth year, when we fought about that you didn’t believe Harry, but I did? I didn’t speak to you for two weeks.” A sad smile appeared on your face. “That´s been the worst time of my life. Just not being able to be near you. And when you came up to apologize, I have been so pissed I brushed you off at first. But you know what? That wasn’t because I was mad at you. It was because I had been scared I might have lost you. And I didn’t want to feel that ever again. And I thought maybe it´s better if we wouldn’t be so close anymore, but that was stupid. That was so stupid. I want to be close to you. More than ever. And just because I´m scared to lose you I shouldn’t push you away from me. You know what´s funny? I kept doing this even when we were friends again. Because I don’t want to be just friends with you anymore. I want to be more. But I am so scared to tell you because I don’t want to lose what we have. But now that I have nearly actually lost you, I realized that I don’t care. I want you to know. And if you don’t want this it´s okay. But I need you to know. I love you, Seamus. I love you so much.”

Your voice broke and a small sob escaped your throat.

Suddenly, you felt your hand being squeezed tightly. You nearly jumped up in shock, as you looked up at Seamus. As far as you could see in the dim light, he still looked pale, but he grinned at you nevertheless.

 “Merlin, you have scared me.”, you gasped.

Seamus chuckled but then he pulled a face in pain. You looked at him worriedly.

“How are you?”

“Only hurts when I breathe.” His voice sounded raspy. “But from what I just heard this was worth it.”

You felt your face flush.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“I thought you wanted me to know.”

“But not like this. This was so cheesy. And I know we are just friends and I didn’t mean to…”

“I love you too (Y/n).”, Seamus interrupted you.

You lifted your head and stared at him in disbelieve.

“What?”

“I love you too.”, the boy said with a wry smile.

You still stared at him, not sure what to do, since you hadn’t foreseen this.

“I think this is the part where you´re supposed to kiss me.”, Seamus said, the grin on his face only widened as he saw you blushing. He tried to sit up in his bed, but flinched in pain, sinking down into his pillow again.

And as you bent down and your lips softly brushed against his, all your worries and all the embarrassment was gone. The way his skin felt on yours just felt too right to leave any room for doubts.

When you pulled back, you smiled at him shyly, his eyes interlocked with yours. Your lips ghosted over the bruises on his skin you had just doctored a few hours ago and his rough hands were tangled in your hair.

“Stay tonight.”, Seamus asked you, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I will.”, you smiled. “As long as you want me to.”

And when you laid down next to him, his arm wasn’t around your shoulder but around your waist and he didn’t just lay there but pulled you closer to him. He placed his hand on your upper arm, drawing small circles on your bare skin, giving you chills.

“Maybe I should get tortured more often.”, Seamus joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I won´t heal you next time.”

“You won´t?”

“Well, maybe I might.”

Taglist: @marigold-morelli @writingwitch007

#seamus finnigan #seamus x reader #seamus x female reader #seamus x you #seamus x y/n #seamus fluff #seamus fanfiction #seamus fic #harry potter #neville longbottom #gryffindor reader #gryffindor #fanfic #fanfiction

[daveys-sister]

OKAY ‘TIMELESS’ BUT DEAMUS

#‘and you were headed off to fight in the war’ #‘“you haven’t got a wand?!’ #like the parallels? #hello? #deamus #dean thomas #seamus finnigan #Harry Potter #hogwarts #dean thomas x seamus finnigan #timeless #timeless taylor swift

[wordsarelife]

—gorgeous

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

#mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #matty riddle #benjamin wadsworth #hogmarch challenge #slytherin group #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin #hogwarts #hogwarts houses #ravenclaw #gorgeous #taylor swift #reputation #reputation tv

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Hey I hope your going to have a good day!

I was wondering if you could ship me with someone from Harry Potter (Pref a boy) ( im a huffle puff) and maybe if you want a small story of how we met or what its like dating them! Only if you want!

I am a female korean who is 4'11 (im not a child i swear just short i aint growing no more either) I have black shaggy medium length hair. It's kinda like a wolf cut but with a side part. I have pale skin and wear black circle glasses. I'm about 98 pounds and pretty small ahem chest area. Also a Pisces.



I'm a shy distant person and very awkward at first. But get to know me i can be sorta funny and goofy. Also a bit weird i try not being to annoying or bother some so thats why sometimes im distant. I tend to over think things and my relationships with people. I have major social anxiety and ADHD well im not that hyper anymore but still i space off, get distracted, forget alot of things, and cant sit still sometimes. For being shy im not afraid to stand up for what i believe in but not when being bullied. I'm a feminist to the core! I have mommy issues and im very insecure about myself. Also my scars from things on my body. Im adopted from korea now with a german family. Im often a target for bullying and im pretty clumsy.  Can be oblivious and childish.



Some of the things i like to do is drawing and painting. I also play video games a lot (im sorta a nerd). I love listening to music you can always find me with earbuds in. My music taste is all over the place only thing i wont listen to is country. I mostly listen to vintage, indie, piano, metal, and rock. I play dnd still to this day i first did as a kid. I love reading comics or poetry. I love gardening well most of the time.



I can be such a hopeless romantic sometimes in my opinion daydreaming about my crush or people. I would be the type of partner to draw you stuff or make a playlist for you. I love cuddling, hugs, hand holding, and drawing on your hand if you let me. I always thinking of gifts to give my partner when i have one.

I had a good day thank you anon, I hope you do too!

I ship you with...

Harry Potter: Dean Thomas

How did you two meet? It's very simple. You were his best friend Seamus' cousin (or sister), so from the beginning you two got along very well. During your fourth year he invited you to the Yulle Ball and you had an amazing time. You two started having a crush on each other - Seamus was so oblivious he had no clue - but you were too shy to admit your feelings to each other. Though during your sixth year you accidentally admitted it to Dean, who admitted he liked you as well. Seamus was shocked his best friend was dating his cousin but didn't mind and quickly find himself happy for the both of you.

Dean is overall a great boyfriend. He's loyal and caring, but can be overprotective at times. He sincerely loves you and loves being in your company. At first he only takes your hand in public but with time he gets more comfortable and he starts kissing you if you're comfortable enough. He gives you flowers, helps with your homework and listens to you. He doesn't mind letting you draw on his hand and he loves hearing about whatever you're reading at the moment, your art, and he loves your gifts. He knows you overthink things so he makes sure to make you feel better and comfort you if needed. You forgetting things makes him chuckle. You two are very protective of each other and stand up for the other when needed.

Thank you for the request, hope you like it and you like the little story!

#dean thomas #harry potter #dean thomas x you #request #ship #seamus finnigan

[demieyesore]

You - Theodore Nott

Currently listening to Hollywood undead while I write this fanfic, anyways I’m a big whore (unfortunately) and I see that currently my poll is around the same votes for Mattheo and Theo…so this one will be for Theo (since my first fanfic was for Mattheo) and then my next fanfic after this one will be Mattheo x Reader x Theo bc I absolutely love men and poly relationships‼️

Summary - Theo notices someone being too handsy with GN!Reader in class and gets possessive

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is not in a specific house, no use of Y/n, kind of strangers to lovers? Reader is friends with the golden trio, Harry is the one being touchy, Possessive!Theo, Yandere!Theo, Stalker!Theo (but doesn’t really mention anything creepy except claiming the Reader)

I am willing to make a smutty part two of this if anyone wants it and I hope y’all recognize what I’m loosely referencing in this fic at the end LOL

Requested - No

POV - 1st person

Word Count - 1979

I fiddle with my tie, trying to re-adjust the cloth as it hangs loosely around my neck. I had originally loosened it because it had gotten really hot in the class room but that can be expected when you’re working on potions from time to time.

Harry was assigned to be my potions partner. Ron and Hermione were sat next to us as we read off all the needed ingredients.

Harry begins listing the items while counting them on his fingers in 3s. Once he’s mesmerized part of the ingredients, his eyes drift towards me. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees me struggling with my tie.

Immediately he forgets the stuff we need as he reaches over to my tie, gently removing my hands from the area as he re-adjusts it for me. A small blush forms on my face at how close he has gotten. I can very easily see his scar up close and how his glasses are settled on his nose.

Has he always been this pretty?

As if on command, his hands drop from my tie. I look down at his hands and back up as he gives me a cute but awkward looking smile.

The kind of smile you give someone when you realize just how close you are before moving away.

Harry stands and goes to grab the ingredients.

Hermione smiles at me with a grin that just screams, “I told you he liked you.”

I roll my eyes at her, watching as Ron fucks up something in their potion, causing his eyes to go wide. Hermione’s attention is redirected as she hits the back of his head, pushing him over to fix whatever he’s done.

As I wait for Harry, I look around the room. Some people are already done with their potions, some are restarting. And by restarting, I mean that Seamus’ is covered with dust and his hair is everywhere.

Well now I know why it’s so hot in here.

My eyes wander next to him to see the next table of students. At this table, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott are sitting and just talking.

Looks like they’ve finished their potion.

I realize that Theo is looking at me and quickly look away.

I’ve talked to him a few times before but I really tried to stay away from his friend group. Except Enzo and Blaise, they’re really the only two I get along with well.

Being friends with the golden trio is nice but that just means that Draco’s friend group bitches about it all the damn time.

Harry walks back over, holding a tray in one hand with everything we need. He stands behind me, placing his free hand on my shoulder as he leans over me in order to place the tray on the table.

My eyes widen as a reaction at the touch. It’s not necessarily a touch that most people would think about however, I wasn’t used to people being physical with me.

#TouchStarved, I think to myself before cracking a smile at my own humor.

Theo and Blaise’s table is right behind where Hermione and Ron are sitting so I furrow my eyebrows when I see Theo staring directly at me still.

Ah shit he looks pissed.

I avoid eye contact with him because we all know that a mad Slytherin really isn’t someone you want to be around. Although I can’t help but wonder if he’s pissed at me for something. I never talk to his friends though so there shouldn’t be any problem.

I brush it off as Harry begins speaking.

“Alright. Um- could you hand me that knife?” I nod at his question, grabbing the blade next to me and handing it to him. He nods in appreciation.

Soon enough the potion is done and was a great success. Harry and I were really happy with how it turned out since this would be very important for our grade.

Harry and I smiled at each other and raised our arms, celebrating the victory. Harry’s hands make contact with mine in a double high five. At this I smile even bigger, entwining our hands before he pulls away.

We begin laughing as Ron groans, upset with how his potion was turning out. Hermione rolled her eyes before grinning at the Potter boy and I.

Harry had the greatest idea of standing up from his stool and pulling me to stand with him. Our hands were still locked as he began to make me dance with him. At first we were doing the waltz that we were taught for the Yule ball but after he spinned me, I came back to him and instead of having our hands together, he settled for placing his hands on my hips.

He began using his hands to guide my hips in a very different dance than the waltz.

My hands were around his neck as my hips swayed from the pressure of his hands. And honestly if we were at a party this would seem extremely sexual, but since it’s just Harry and I, it’s platonic fun.

Although it definitely brought yet another blush to my face, but I was like 100% sure that Harry didn’t like me. I think he’s just a very physical person when he becomes close with people.

The Professor looks over at us, staring us down as we both laugh before scrambling away from each other. Rushing to sit down before we got yelled at.

Once the Professor looks away, a note flies over and hits Harry in the glasses. He picks up the note with his eyebrows tensed in confusion. We both look over from where it came from and it was definitely from Theodore Nott.

The only way I could be sure is when I saw him motion for Harry to read the note.

I watch as Harry reads over the words. Clearly becoming more and more confused, stealing glances between me and the note.

“What is it? What’s it say?” I vocalize, inquisitively.

He shakes his head as if he were clearing an echa sketch. But instead of a drawing, he was clearing his thoughts.

“Ah- um- it’s nothing really.” Harry stutters, licking his bottom lip. Which I’ve become aware is one of his nervous signals.

His eyes connect with Theodore, who in return stares back. His stare is clearly more frightening since he has what I like to call “dead eyes”.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous but when the light fades from them when he’s pissed, it’s the most terrifying thing.

I make eye contact with Hermione, having a conversation with just our eyes. Asking about what’s happening seeing as the two boys look like they’re holding back to urge to jump the tables and punch each other in the face.

Granger shrugs.

I quickly try to gain control of the situation again by calling the brunettes name. “Harry?”

“Hm?” Instead of breaking eye contact with Nott, he just makes a hum of acknowledgment.

“What’s wrong? What did the note say?” I whisper to him, trying to cover our chat from Theodore.

Potter doesn’t make an effort to say anything, instead he throws the note in front of me to read. I pick up the note and begin reading from left to right.

“Back off from what I’ve been trying to claim.” Is the only sentence written on the piece of parchment.

My mouth drops open in surprise, my mind immediately drawing the dots together like Stiles does in teen wolf.

Man he’s a smart character. But also really stupid.

I get off track with my thinking, refocusing on the important thing at hand.

But honestly, I don’t care all that much. Is that a bad thing?

Now that I know why they’re both death glaring at each other, I can only feel my stomach erupt into butterflies.

I crumple up the note, trying to be sly as I slip it into my pocket but I see as Harry’s jaw clenches and Theo now has a shit eating grin on his face.

It lasts for a couple more seconds before Potter breaks eye contact first, scoffing at the Slytherin. Harry stands abruptly and turns to leave the classroom. Ron following after him as I hear the ginger exclaim, “Bloody hell mate!”

Hermione and I look at each other again, an expression on our faces that is making it very evident that we both thought that was attractive.

Like oh my god, two guys getting jealous and possessive over me.

Perhaps it is wrong to find it attractive but I love feeling wanted.

Class soon ends after that, Harry and Ron never returning back for anything. Hermione is left to pick up after them while I exit the class. Hermione agreed to cleaning up, knowing that my next class is basically across the school and with all the moving staircases and students. It’s just torture to arrive on time.

I walk as swiftly as I can, dodging people and walking between random people in order to reach my destination.

But before I reach my class, a hand is promptly placed on my upper back. I look over my shoulder to see Theodore standing tall over me. His hand still resting on the small of my back, showing his possessive and dominant side. Practically towering over me as he guides me over to a private area.

Which happened to be a janitor’s closet. He opened the door and gently but still roughly shoved me inside. He steps in after me, clicking the lock.

I was about to speak up but he cut me off.

“I want to make you mine.” He said with a completely straight face as he put it bluntly. His voice low and deep as he kept eye contact with me.

I froze with my eyes wide as a small smirk formed on his lips.

“What? Cats got your tongue, Amore Mio”

Oh okay that got me a little bit.

I feel a small wave of attraction wash over me, something so intense for just a moment it could visually be seen in my eyes.

“Oh oh ohhhh, you like it when I speak Italian don’t you, Dolcezza?” He inquires, his eyes searching my face for some kind of a reaction as a smile grows on him.

And the answer to that question is 1000% yes but why would I admit that???

Unfortunately my body betrays me as I swallow anxiously, giving him the flustered response he was hoping for.

He could literally be calling me a cunt in Italian and I wouldn’t know except based on his tone but I would still find it attractive.

His captivating eyes look down at my lips as he closes the space between us. He slowly looks back up into my eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me.

Oh I like that too.

Theo grabs my arm gently, placing a kiss on my inner wrist as he still keeps eye contact.

My stomach flips and I shuffle a little closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, and holy shit I swear to god if he doesn’t look away I will because his eyes are literally hypnotic.

I nod but it’s not enough for him. His eyes are trained on me, pulling me down to be level with his height.

“Words.” Is all he says. Yet it’s such a powerful thing for me to hear right now.

“Yes, yes you can kiss me.” My face heats up, I turn my head away from him out of embarrassment. But he just grabs my face with his hands, aligning the kiss.

He hovers over my lips for a moment,

“If I wasn’t about to kiss you, I would’ve beat Harry bloody for the way he touched you.”

And just like that, our lips meet.

#slytherin boys #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #yandere theodore nott #theodore nott #harry potter #possessive #stalker #yandere #lorenzo zurzolo