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misguidedasgardian · 2 months

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The Lifeaters (I.9)

IX. Exams

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Closing in the semester and your first year

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia,

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Notes: HAPPY SLYTHERIN PRIDE DAY! 💚💚💚💚💚

“Come on!”, mocked Matthew, “it couldn’t be that bad!”, but what happened in the forest had you and Draco on a chokehold, you barely spoke.

You didn't even know what to say, you didn’t even believe what you saw, centaurs? something so dark that could kill unicorns? the most magical and beautiful creature on the earth? Draco was traumatized, he saw a hooded figure actually drinking the blood directly from the unicorn

Was it a vampire? You wanted to ask Hagrid, but you didn’t dare, he was Potter’s friend…

“It was bad”, you said shortly, looking down at your plate

But luckily, now that you can sleep comfortably… your fear of headless trolls being eliminated… you had something else in your mind…

The last match of the season

Against Hufflepuff, you had lost against Gryffindor and won against Ravenclaw, so this could be the definitive, if Gryffindor lost against Ravenclaw, you could still win the Quidditch cup

Also Ravenclaw won against Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff lost against both, so…

“WE SLITHER! WE WIN! WE ARE SLYTHERIN!”, the boxes chanted with all their might and jumped so hard the woods trembled

You all knew what was at stake and half the stadium was supporting Slytherin, and the other half for Hufflepluff

There was no sign of blue or red anywhere, and you were thankful for it

“WE’LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES! WE ARE SNAKES!”, the students of House Slytherin had came out with creative chants for the match, and you really were vibrating with the competition

The players felt it too, it was a clean, quick game, the quaffle passed from player to player, and it was stealed and recuperated just as easily

Slytherin had met their match in the Hufflepuffs and it showed

Every goal from both teams was celebrated even with fireworks, and you could tell the end of the second semester was being rubbed on everyone, letting out steam as it were.

“Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin!”

“HUFFLEPUFF! ¡HUFFLEPUFF! HUFFLEPUFF”

Even from afar you could tell that Marcus Flint was getting frustrated, it had been an amazing game, but very stressful, you looked up and Terrence Higgs and a Hufflepuff boy were floating idle, moving occasionally, but the snitch hadn't made its presence know yet, that used to happen, and seekers preferred to keep their position. That sneaky golden ball was known to be a bit temperamental, but it also liked to taunt.

You were already forty five minutes into the game, 60 and 70 points, Slytherin ahead, when the Seekers started moving

The boxes started chanting even more, when they realized it, everyone clapping and cheering

They both moved in sync, at some point, they pushed one another, both reaching for the golden snitch, flying like none other, seekers were truly amazing!

Marcus Flint led the chasers in a straight line, beaters on the flanks, quaffle in hand and they scored, giving them a 20 points advantage.

“The last resort”, is the play you had help him conceive

Alright, so, if you win, even if Gryffindor catched the snitch in minutes, they will have a hard time collecting the points.

“SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN!”

“HUFFLEPUFF! HUFFLEPUFF!”

Both seekers were chasing the snitch until the intensity of the game came to a breaking point as Hufflepuff fought back for the quaffle…

And then…

AND THEN!

The seekers separated from one another, the HUfflepuff swerving on the inside of the field, but Terence followed through, and grabbed the snitch!

“SLYTHERIN CATCHES THE SNITCH!”, resounded the voice of the narrator, “SLYTHERIN WINS!”

“SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN!”

The chants resounded in your head from the pitch to the common room, everywhere you looked was green and silver!

. . .

Soon the exams were over you, and you had a hard time. Daphne, MIlicent, Blaise, Draco and you were the only ones in the big group that actually seemed to care, which was very disappointing because of course you had to share your notes with your friends the day before the exam itself.

As you had a box of buttons you were practicing with Pansy, trying to teach her the spell to turn it into a beetle

Your wand, when you first had it, seemed like it was like dead, it had gray tones in the wood and looked like it could break, but now that your first year at school was coming to an end, and you had learned many spells, it was turning brown, like the wood had come back to life, every time you did magic, it seemed like it move and came alive!

You loved your wand

You got distracted, and the beetle turned only half, finding it hard to push the other plastic side of itself and it fell down the table.

“bugger!”, you cursed, making pansy giggle, and then you tried again

“When they are beetles we can feed them to my owl”, muttered Pansy

All exams had their written part and then their practical counterparts, first came a whole week of all the written parts and the week before you had your face buried in books and parchments, alongside your stellar study group

Like you had said, Draco had this thing where he read something once and he could remember it perfectly fine. And he was usually the first one to get bored and leave

Between the five of you, you managed to gather all the notes and you were sure you would have good grades, it was only before the Transfiguration exam that you were joined by the rest, Pansy, Matthew, and Theo.

Matthew seated by your side, surrounding your shoulders with his arm and leaning close

“Como on Basilik, give me the notes please”

“You won’t even copy them from me”, you said, already bored, “you want me to give them to you”

“Come on, don’t be mean”, you didn't want to be mean, but it wasn’t fair, but you felt pressured

“Copy them then”, you said tiredly, and gave him your notes which he with a smirk shared with the rest.

The weather was getting hot, especially in the classrooms, the sun burned through the windows as you tried to focus on the paper in front of you. You made the special quill dance in your hand, it had an anti cheating spell on it

It was sweltering hot, especially in the large classroom where they did their written papers. They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an AntiCheating spell.

You did well… mainly…

There were long weeks

And then, the very next week, you had the practical exams

Professor Flitwick called you one by one, and you, weirdly, felt relieved, because you did well in spells.

“Very well miss, I want you to make this pineapple dance across the desk!”, he said happily, you swallowed thickly, taking out your wand. You knew the spell, but the pineapple didn’t have any legs, so you turned it around to the professor’s surprise, and then bewitched the thick green leaves as the feet

“Tarantallegra!”, you casted the spell and there it was, the pineapple danced across the desk to the amazement of Professor Flitwick

“That is a new approach, congratulations Miss”, he said happily, and he let you go through another door so you wouldn’t snitch to your friends about what the test was about.

Then it was transfigurations, and you were almost sure it was going to be about the buttons, sadly it wasn’t! it was about turning a mouse into a snuff box…

Oh gods… you doubted, you looked up to Professor McGonnaggal and she was looking right back at you raising one of her eyebrows, and you wondered if she would help students from her own house

You didn't want to speculate

“Think! Basilik, think!”, you thought about a emerald and silver snuff box, very clearly in your mind, and then you casted the spell, the rat squeaked but it did tun into the small decorative box, and just when you thought you were going to pass with all the points, there they were, two whiskers

“Almost”, she said, somewhat pleased, “you get 8 over 10”, she said decisively

“Thank you”, and you walked away quickly

The tricky part was… Potions

It was not the making of the potion itself, it was that he liked to breathe down your neck while you made it, which for you personally made your hands tremble. And your mind second guess

He would whisper words in Neville’s ear like… “are you sure about that amount of nutmeg Longbottom?”, and he would get all nervous, then he walked by Sheamus, did something similar, he dropped the entire small jar inside the cauldron, and the thing exploded like he tended to do.

But when he walked past you, he only hummed and kept walking, allowing you to continue without second guess, and only because the potion didn’t acquire the color it should, he gave you a 8/10

You passed, not with excellence, but pretty close, that added you to Slytherin points and even despite your little mishap in the forest… according to the huge count on the Hall

Slytherin was going to get both cups this year! It was going to be the best one ever!

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limerenze · 2 years

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dating terence higgs!!

as told in photos <3

masterlist

my fav boy ever <3

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bisexual-magnus-bane · 5 years

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Adrian Pucey aesthetic.

Slytherin.

Follow your dreams.

Alright dude, go trip over a knife.

And I burn.

I’m nobody’s son.

Lucky strike.

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battinscn · 2 years

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PET NAMES — theodore nott x f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: so much fluff

SUMMARY: just how many odd pet names does it take for theodore to realise you had something up your sleeve.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 656 words/ 4 minutes

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YOU AND TERENCE sat around the coffee table, a monopoly board in front of you.

currently, terence was winning monetary wise, but you had more properties and houses than he did.

"how do couples decide on pet names?" he asked curiously.

"sure, that sounds fun." you agreed.

you had terence hand you your phone and rang theodore.

"hi baby," theodore's voice spoke through the speaker.

"hi honey, what time will you get back?"

"in a bit, i just have to visit the bank then i'll be back."

"okay, love you pup." you hummed.

theodore returned the affection and hung up.

"that was an easy one, it wasn't odd enough." terence complained.

a few more rounds later and you and terence decided to call it a tie. you and him were no sprawled on the sofa, cuppas in your hands.

the front door rattled open and theodore walked in.

"hey higgs," he nodded to terence and walked over to stand behind the sofa, placing a kiss on the top of your head to greet you.

"hi teddy." your head tilted up towards the ceiling so you could look at theodore, puckering your lips to ask for a kiss.

theodore was slightly confused as to why you had called him that but assumed it was because his name was theodore and so teddy sounded like a fitting nickname.

terence and theodore went out to play football with a few of their mates while you stayed home to cook dinner.

"dinner's ready bubbles!" you shouted from the kitchen and theodore walked out, a towel around his neck to dry his hair.

he threw the damp towel into the laundry basket and sat next to you on the barstools.

"how was your game peaches?" you rest your chin on your palms.

theodore eyed you suspiciously but told you about his day nevertheless, "it was good, we absolutely obliterated zabini and them lot."

you washed the dinnerware and dried it, trying to place the mugs back in the top cabinet.

"baby cakes! could you help me for a bit?" you called out.

within milliseconds, theodore was right by your side, helping you put the cups in their rightful place.

"thank you buttercup," you grinned and tiptoed to peck him on the cheek.

you dried your hand on the dish towel and pulled your boyfriend by his hand to your bedroom.

you laid on top of his chest, drumming your fingers on his pec.

"baby?" theodore asked lowly.

"yes poppyseed?" as hard as you tried to keep the laugh in, you could not help but snicker at this pet name. it sounded ridiculous leaving your lips.

"i was sensing something was up, you've been calling me by odd pet names the whole day haven't you?"

you picked your head up so your chin was on his chest, cheesing, "yup. wanted to see how long it took for you to notice."

"the first few times i thought nothing of it, but poppyseed really gave it all away. i'm not a bagel." he joked.

"yea, i realised how stupid it sounded the moment it left my lips." you agreed.

"well, goodnight my ice caramel latte with oat milk and double shots of espresso." you leaned your head back down and wrapped your arm around his torso.

that earned a hearty chuckled from the man as his chest vibrated against your head.

"g'night baby." he kissed the top of your head as sleep enveloped the both of you.

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

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“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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hotchnores · 3 years

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you’re my chosen one

ron weasley x female reader

567 words : summary ~ in which you comfort ron and his insecurities.

Everyone’s eyes were always on him and her. He was the chosen one and she was beautiful. He was his best friend and she was his girlfriend.

If there was anything Ron hated more than being chosen second in everything, it was admitting he hated being chosen second in everything. He walked around as Harry Potter’s best friend. Hermione Granger’s almost-boyfriend. Lavender Brown’s obsession. Y/n Y/l/n’s boyfriend.

He was never just Ronald Weasley, he was a Weasley. Merely another tally mark on the wall of the Weasley clan.

He tried not to show his annoyance or jealousy but it’d sometimes slip out like it did today.

Ron was walking through the halls of the busy school. He had just left divination, his last class of the day, and was heading towards his dorm when Y/n ran up to him, “Ronald, love, you’ll never guess what happened in class tod-- well firstly, how was your day?” She pecked his cheek and looked at him expectantly.

“My day was fine,” he mumbled, “what happened in your class?”

“Well, as you know, I was in the greenhouse and--”

“Y/n!” One of Y/n’s friends, Terence Higgs, jogged up to them.

“Higgs! You remember my boyfriend, right?”

Terence nodded, “you’re, uhm, Ginny’s older brother, right?” He asked while snapping his fingers at a sudden memory, “she’s an excellent Quidditch player,” he complimented which made Ron narrow his eyes.

“I’m also on the Quidditch team and it’s Ron,” he answered coolly.

“Really? What position?” He questioned and eyed Ron briefly, “beater?”

“Keeper, actually,” he responded much more snarky than he originally intended to.

“Alright, well, there’s a party and I just wanted to let you know you’re invited,” Terence directed at Y/n.

“And my boyfriend?”

Terence turned towards Ron and gave him a tense smile, “...sure.”

“Okay, I’ll be there then,” Y/n smiled and gave him a brief hug.

Terence winked at her, “I’m counting on it, see you there Ray,” he patted Ron’s shoulder and walked past him.

“It’s Ron!” Ron turned and yelled after him, seemingly drawing the attention of most around them except for Terence.

Y/n gasped and quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him to their common room. Once there, she sat him down on the couch and sat on his lap, “and what was that?”

He looked up at her with an angered face, “what was-- he can’t even get my name right. I’m not going to his stupid party and neither are you.”

Y/n scoffed, “says who?”

“Me,” he murmured, much less confident than he was a few moments ago.

“Ron, it was an honest mistake. He doesn’t even know you--”

“That’s the whole point,” he exclaimed, “to him I’m just your boyfriend.”

“Well you are,” Y/n laughed and looked down at his hurt expression, “what’s going on, Ron?” Her voice turned serious.

“It’s just,” he sighed, “you’re you, Harry’s him, my family’s them and I’m just a- unimportant inclusion.”

“You’re very important,” Y/n assured.

“To who?”

“To me,” Y/n answered immediately, “who cares what anyone else has to say? You’re important to me, you’re my chosen one, alright? Ronald Weasley, don’t for a second think that you are anything less than that.”

Ron chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation before letting a small smile show, “you’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you, love.”

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the slytherin dungeons

the masterlist for the tales of the slytherin dungeon

constantly updated! if there is a title without a link it means that the one-shot will be up shortly!

next up; judy blume [ part two ] | albus potter x reader

[ s e r i e s ]

the lightning era

DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY

sincerely, the blue and silver gryffindor

the next generation

ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER

the necromancer’s nativity

[ o n e s h o t s ]

the dark ages

TOM MARVALO RIDDLE

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GELLERT GRINDELWALD

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ABRAXAS MALFOY

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PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK

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SALAZAR SLYTHERIN

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the marauders era

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK

the terrors of cat hair and lint rollers

the tale of two princes

the black’s choice of women

the material of the birthday suit

the curiosities of an ignored soulmate

the ideals of the gum, the toe, and the sole

ghoul studies

letters of sognitude

the pros and cons of nursing for the order of the phoenix

SEVERUS SNAPE [ only friend imagines ]

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BARTEMOUS CROUCH JR

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LUCIUS MALFOY

lucifer’s darlings

in which a girl has a habit of calling a boy ‘lucifer’, a nickname for the devil. after all, lucifer does sound a lot like lucius, doesn’t it?

EVAN ROSIER

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RODOLPHOUS LESTRANGE

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AUGUSTUS ROCKWOOD

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RABASTAN LESTRANGE

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ARMAND ZAMBINI [OC]

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ANTONIN DOLOHOV

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BERTRAM AUBREY

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BRAXTON AVERY

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VINCENT CRABBE

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VECTOR MACNAIR

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ZURIEL WIKES

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ZACHARY TRAVERS

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JOHNATHON MULCIBER

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IGNATIUS JUGSON

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the lighting era

DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY

the extinction of a rivalry

why the malfoy’s celebrate thanksgiving

the ‘potter’ of dates

BLAIZE ZAMBINI

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THEODORE KOTT ||

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MARCUS FLINT

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ADRIAN PUCEY

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MILES BLETCHLEY

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TERENCE HIGGS

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GRAHAM MONTAGUE

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CASSIUS WARRINGTON

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PEREGRINE DERRICK

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LUCIAN BOLE

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the next generation

ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER

judy blume | part one part two

the art of telling scary stories

SCORPIUS MALFOY

the american way

the bras on heads club

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loverssfevers · 2 years

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hai i just added a form in my masterlist that lets u join my taglist for any upcoming fics i might post <3

#u can also be removed from it if u want to be! i wont be sad #i lied i might be a bit sad but id rather u not be annoyed with me tagging u yknow?#adrian pucey #terence higgs #harry potter #slytherin boys #slytherin quidditch team #slytherin #daphne greengrass #graham montague #writing #adrian pucey x reader #adrian pucey imagine #adrian pucey fluff

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The Lifeaters (I.7)

VII. Matches

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You resumed the semester at Hogwarts

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, other things, pretty tame so far, might miss some warning but I think you know what this is about…

Wordcount: 1.9 k

Notes: I'm already writing thongs for the fourth year and what’s to come, I’m excited for you all to read it! jeje anyways these are like filler chapters

You had mixed feelings when you found yourself back in the hallways of Hogwarts, on one side, it was a school, there were classes and assignments, but on the other, it was Hogwarts! It was amazing!

You resumed your classes with normalcy, but it wasn’t until after the first class of potions that you truly started feeling nervous again, of being caught by Snape even if you weren’t doing anything. It was like when you come face to face with an Auror, you weren’t doing anything, but you felt incredibly nervous regardless, he could grab you and throw you into Azkaban, that is what it felt like to be in classes with Professor Snape.

But you kept enjoying the rest of your lessons, like History of Magic, (that made everyone snooze) and Defense against the dark arts. Weeks went by amazingly fast, and before you even realized it… it was already February, and another very interesting thing was about to happen…

It was a Ravenclaw VS Slytherin match! the second match of Slytherin and the third in the season!

Draco, Blaise and you loved to see the matches, but the rest of your group didn’t care much for them. But you still made them attend with you.

The vibe was completely different from the first match against Gryffindor, it was Ravenclaw that they were playing against, and watching them flying in perfect lining was a bit boring, but… the Slytherin played playfully and tauntingly, making the Ravenclaws scratch their heads constantly

When they scored 30 points your throat was raw by the screaming you were procuring, and it didn’t help that you found Terence Higgs to be really cute, making your cheeks feel heated despite the cold.

“I have my eye out for the captain though”, giggled Pansy, you frowned, Flint was a good player, but he was a bit… unfortunate looking… but you could see the appeal as you saw him flying through the air. The Quidditch uniform certainly added some appeal you thought gleefully

He searched for you after scoring and waved at you, making Pansy clutch into your arm giggling in your ear

In half time you were winning by 50 points, and Draco wouldn’t shut up about beating Gryffindor for the Quidditch cup, you still had another game with Hufflepuff, you could still win!

The plays you had helped design were actually working! and they started again scoring and scoring, Given, the Ravenclaws also scored a couple of goals, but it was all over anyways when Terence Higgs caught the snitch, making you giggle and smile dumbly.

He was a third year? second year maybe… with blonde hair and big blue eyes.

There was a party in the common room after the match! all of Slytherin was there, chanting and applauding for our winning team, who of course, were the stars of the celebration

“Next year, those are going to be us”, promised Draco with a smirk, and you couldn’t be more excited, as you jumped and chanted Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin! It was so electric! the atmosphere!

You were enchanted.

But all good things must come to an end, as that day, and the weeks continued as normal

You hang out in the library with your friends, Daph, Draco, Goyle, and Matthew, working for an assignment for History in Magic, you had to choose a famous Wizard or Witch from the middle ages to do some work in, Daphne and you of course chose Morgan Le Fay.

The boys though, chose instead to take another book, not even remotely related to the task in hand… it was a small book they found regarding mischievous spells, more than jokes and the sorts

“Look!”, Draco giggled, “the leg-locker spell!”

“That’s a good one”, laughed Matthew, you thought it was going to end in that, but then, Neville showed up, picking a book probably related to the same assignment

“Don’t”, you warned your best friend, almost reading his mind. But he didn’t listen, he, Matt and Greg followed Longbottom outside of the library where Mrs Pince wouldn’t see them

And they cursed him

Poor Neville had to bunny jump away, scared, as Draco came back to his spot, laughing

You looked at him disapprovingly

“Did you see how he just jumped away?”, Matthew laughed, “a good spell that is!”

“I don’t know why you have Neville so much”, you mumbled, but he didn't answer

“You are so mean”, muttered Daphne, but you both sharing looks decided to keep working in your assignment, it was supposed to be you 5 doing it, but you were doing all the job as they played and mocked

But Draco had a change of heart, and grabbed one of the books you had selected

“I don’t know why we went for Morgan and not Merlin”, he said, bored

“That is what happens when you don’t help in the process”, you warned, and he nodded and shrugged, “please search her date of birth”, you asked, “Daphne and I are searching her best accomplishments”

“Sure”, but Gregory and Matthew kept playing jokes and mocking Ravenclaws passing by.

The very next month, a few weeks later, you were in the Quidditch pitch yet again, but this time, to watch the Gryffindor VS Hufflepuff game, you wanted to make sure Gryffindor lost, or really, you wanted to see it with your own eyes, and the tactics they were going to use, and also the Hufflepuff’s, Slytherin’s last game of the year in three more months.

You could not convince any of your friends except Greg and Vince, and of course Draco was there too.

And to more of your dismay, you got seats in the Gryffindor box, behind Weasley and Longbottom, Potter’s biggest fans.

Draco couldn’t help it, it came to him naturally. As you tried to focus on the game, he was focus more on the conversation happening in front of him.

Ron whined in pain as Draco had poked him to get his attention

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there", he teased, you only rolled your eyes at this, trying to focus on the game. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

But Weaslet didn’t answer, he just kept watching the game, and you too, to your surprise, Snape was referring, you had never seen him doing that before, and you guessed that’s why the redhead looked so worried, almost constipated.

Your headteacher hated Harry, even more so than Draco, and everyone could see it, especially in the Potions class you shared with the Gryffindors.

But as you thought about it, he threw a penalty at Gryffindor, after one of the Weasley twins tried to him him with a bludger, but that had been a blatant fault. Granger standing right in front of you, looked worried too, and wouldn’t take her eyes off of the Professor, rather than looking at her friend.

It was easy to spot Potter, who had spotted the snitch and started pursuit. You cursed yourself for being distracted, you needed to be watching the Hufflepuffs and their strategies, but it was becoming an interesting game

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?", Draco asked you then, you barely looked at him, trying to predict which hoop the Hufflepuff keeper was going to try and protect next.

But Snape blew his whistle again and threw another penalty in favor of the Yellow and Black team, that made you smile, because there was no cause for it.

"It's people they feel sorry for”, he continued after nobody asked him what was on his mind, “see? there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money -- you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains.", Goyle snorted a laugh, even though it was a little mean

But Neville, in front of you, turned around, with a strange determined look on his big green eyes, he turned to Draco

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered. you opened your mouth, surprised, but you were happy for him, clearly his Gryffindor friends were egging him on and you admired that.

But Draco found it even more entertaining, as he and Crabbe, and Goyle started laughing. Weasley barely paid attention to his friend’s bravado, as he muttered a simple: "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something”, alright, you had to admit you laughed then, Draco’s answers where always so quick, it seemed like he prepared them beforehand

Ron Weasley, who was watching Potter like a Hawk, turned then, very angry

"I'm warning you, Malfoy… one more word…”, he started his threat

"Ron!" called Granger suddenly. You followed her gaze and Potter went into a quick dive, chasing the snitch, even though you couldn’t see it

The crowd started cheering, everyone standing up and calling for Harry

Granger stood up too, blocking your view of the…biased-speaking spectacular play that Potter was executing.

He was good, you had to admit… but you wouldn’t, not outloud

"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" said Malfoy.

That is when the Weasley turned angrily, and before nobody could stop him, he grabbed Draco and threw him against the wood planks in the floor of the box. They started wrestling. Longbottom jumped over the seat to help his friend

You only took a step back as you wished to keep watching the game, and you were getting tired of Draco bullying everyone

"Come on, Harry!" Granger screamed, moving so much that you had to do contortions to watch around her

You both remained oblivious to Draco and Weasley, wrestling on the floor. But you did payed attention when Neville whimpered, he had gotten in a scuffle with Goyle and Crabbe. it was a knot of fists and legs, it was almost chemical.

You thanked Merlin that there wasn’t any teacher present, or you would be punished.

But fortunately they were interrupted, when Snape blowed the whistle, indicating that the snitch had been caught, by none other than Potter

It was the shortest game ever! like ten minutes or so, it must be some sort of record

You saw the black haired boy, his hand clasping the snitch raised up high

He was good alright…

Everyone cheered for him, the stadium erupted in chants and cheers and applause.

Now, you would admit that you felt a little jealous, you wondered what it would feel like, to be a Quidditch star, and you really wished you could see what it was about, next year if you managed to get into the team.

leaping onto her seat to watch as Harry sped straight at Snape -- she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Draco had lost the squaffle and the Gryffindors had won, so he was not happy at all, as he stood up from the floor and managed to see Potter being raised in the air by his teammates, and you in turn were preparing yourself for another rant about Potter.

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guilty pleasures - terence higgs

Description: Everyone has guilty pleasures. Terence likes comic books and well, you like Terence. Warnings: none Word count: 1.2k A/N: some silly Cassius content at the beginning. I really missed writing for Terence and @lilyswh0re and I headcannoning Terence and comics made me wanna write for it heheh so dedicated to you bestie!!!

“It's really not that hard” Cassius sighs pushing your parchment of Arithmancy homework over to you from across the table.

“You get special tutoring you are not allowed to tell me this isn’t hard” you snap back running your eyes over Cassius's corrections on your attempt at an equation.

You let out a small fake cry resting your head on the desk feeling overcome with disappointment. It was pure luck you got into N.E.W.T level Arithmancy after last years exams. You had remained on the passing mark all year and studied for this class ten times more than the others just to try and get a better score than usual. When your scores came back and you received an Outstanding you were so shocked you would have dropped a glass of water if you had one in your hand.

Cassius had looked at you and said ‘I don’t believe in miracles but something of the sort definitely happened here’ You wanted to tell to shut up but he was right. Definitely a miracle.

Everyday you attend the N.E.W.T level class you walk out more confused than you did walking in. You knew Cassius was getting sick of your questions and you were too. It was just too hard, too confusing and you considered dropping the class everyday.

“Has Cassius depressed you again?”

You can’t see him but Terences familiar voice fills your ears making you take a deep breath in at his presence.

“Yes”

“I have not” Cassius defends tapping his finger on the paper below to put emphasis the homework.

“You have” You reply shooing his hand away from your paper without lifting your head.

“I know what would make you feel better”

You finally look up squinting at Terence as your eyes adjust to the bright room again. He’s holding a small brown paper bag and he smiles cheekily reaching in and bringing up the contents just enough to show the title ‘BATMAN’

You widen your eyes pushing yourself up from the chair “No way”

“Yes way” Terence replies back with the same enthusiasm jumping on his toes.

“You are both ridiculous. We have magic yet you read about a man who uses muggle equipment to…” Cassius pauses frowning in confusion “What does he do again?”

“Vengeance” you and Terence say at the same time blinking at Cassius unfazed by he’s outburst.

Cassius looks between you both waving his hand in dismissal partly annoyed. You take that as a sign that your lesson by Mr Warrington is over. You smile bundling your pieces of parchment together and shoving it into your bag. You fling it over your shoulder and run out of the library with Terence to his dorm to settle down and read the new comic together. You drop your bag on his dorm floor spreading out on his bed waiting for him to join you.

This was the usual go, Terence closes his curtain shut, pulls out a packet of Fizzing Whizzbee’s and sits down so close to you, you can feel the heat radiating off his skin and onto yours. You can't deny that your heart speeds up whenever he’s that close to you. That you find his excited smile and comments about what your reading to be cute.

Truthfully you hadn’t really cared about comics until you walked in on Terence pulling his little box filled with them from under his bed. He looked so embarrassed and ashamed of liking them that you blurted out you read them too. Which was a lie but the look of relief on Terences face would have you lie again and again if it meant he felt comfortable enough to show you a side of him no one else got to see.

You fell in love with comics through Terence. Every time he brought one he would talk to you and at first you acted out the excitement and now you were genuinely interested. Because it was fun to read but also because it meant you got to be close to him.

Sometimes you would both stay up so late reading through the old ones and pointing out content that related one to the other, that you’d fall asleep. Curled up next to his side or head rested on his shoulder. Finding yourself wrapped up in him. But in the morning you both get up pressing your hands against your clothes to iron out the creases of the night. Ignoring the feeling of familiarity, comfort and warmth in your chest. You just didn’t know if he felt the same and that scared you.

It always feels like the minutes drag out when you’re around him. Holding your breath because if you breathe in you’ll become intoxicated by him and do something stupid. It was so easy at the start to pretend like it didn’t faze you. But months in and his touch burned into your skin and you felt it even hours after he left. Remembering him. Thinking about him.

Even with the comic before you right now you thought of him. You turn your head slightly to eye his features. The light freckles on his face and dark blonde curly hair sweeping around his face. The sharpness of his nose and curves of his lips- you stare a little too long at those. They twitch a little as he reads something that makes him want to smile. You smile too. Terence feels your eyes on him and he turns to look at you.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks hand coming to scratch at his cheek.

“What? No” you mumble clearing your throat looking away, the pattern of his curtain suddenly more interesting than the comic resting on his thighs.

“Hey” Terence says softly bumping shoulders with you to get your attention “Whats up?”

If you look at him you might crack. You might tell him you like him. You might ruin the one thing that gives him comfort and you something to look forward to. You shake your head forcing a smile and saying “Nothing”.

You can hear the flipping of pages as Terence closes the comic and turns his attention to you fully grabbing your hand. You look at your hands together feeling a skip in your heart.

“Talk to me”

He wasnt going to give this up, Merlin he even stopped reading Batman for this. You cant take your eyes off the way his fingers are gently caressing your hand, seemly to comfort you but instead causing more nerves to shoot through your body. He didn’t even know he was doing it.

“Terence” you whisper ignoring the fear in your chest “This feeling…”

You pause squeezing his hand in an attempt to allude to something you cant even vocalise.

“This feeling, its not just me right?”

He stares at you for a moment letting the words process in his head. His eyes drift only to come back a second later

“No, its not just you”

He smiles gently taking his free hand and squeezing your right cheek softly in affection. You pry his fingers away lips in a straight line whilst his are curved smiling at you.

“You are incredibly annoying”

“Get use to it”

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bleeding hearts - adrian pucey (part three)

Description: Olive’s heart doesn’t only bleed for her brother Terence Higgs and their broken family life but also for Adrian Pucey who she’s been yearning for, for far too long. (Part Three of Three) Part one, two Word count: 6.4K Warnings: mentions of death and addiction, implied sex A/N: bleeding hearts is all yours now, enjoy. (and as always tell me what you think <3)

Miles pushes his index finger to his lips as he and Terence hold a heavy bucket of water. He points to you and then the curtain that separates Adrian's dorm room to the rest. You roll your eyes, stepping around them both and using your free hand to rip the curtain open. Adrian's spread out asleep sheets tangled and shirt ridden up a little exposing his stomach and you look away embarrassed. Without warning Miles and Terence scream “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and throw the bucket forward splashing Adrian.

Adrian flings up, water dripping from his messy bed hair and soaked pyjamas. “WHAT THE FUCK” he yells looking at them both before seeing you standing there awkwardly “Oh, Hey”

“Happy birthday” you smile weakly holding out a bag “That wasn't my idea by the way”

He takes it with a small thanks and tells you he’ll open it when he's not drenched and after he’s killed your brother and his best friend; who have now bolted out the dorm room. With that you quickly walk out and leave him to it. You don’t want to think about how cute he looked dazzled and sleepy. You don't want to think about the exposed skin that makes your cheeks heat up.

Later in the day Adrian comes to thank you for his gift and you beam at each other in excitement. It was an enchanted hologram of his favourite quidditch player flying around in the last championship, expensive but worth it. He tells you there's going to be a party in the common room Saturday night and you should come. You hated parties but you’d make an exception for him, so you agree.

Saturday night you're sitting on the Slytherin couch watching people around you dance. Terence was jokingly dancing around with Daphne, twirling her around. Face flushed red and she was laughing her smile so big you wondered if she could even see Terence through her happily squinted eyes. Adrian who's just finished talking to Flint at the drink table sees you on the couch.

“Hey” He sits next to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. He passes you a cup “Terence seems to be enjoying himself”

You take it and smile into the rim as you take a sip “He must like her a lot”

“Probably, I’ve never seen him act more like an idiot”

You both giggle high off the party atmosphere. You're leaning into each other to talk getting closer and closer blaming it on the music being too loud.

“So how's your birthday been?” you ask

He smiles, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. So close. “Could be better”

“How so?” You tease.

Very close now, noses bumping against each other and you can feel his breath on yours.

You hear everyone make a sudden commotion and rush towards the windows taking your attention away from the moment. You both look and the giant squid has decided to make an appearance at the party. It has one of its tentacles pressed against the window and its popping off each suction cup to create a beat. People laugh and point mesmerised. You leave a quick peck on Adrian's cheek and he immediately puts his attention back to you but you grab his hand and drag him over to the window to be closer to the entertainment. Of course even a giant squid thought Adrian was charming enough to say happy birthday.

The rest of the night goes well and most people drag Adrian away to dance or have a drink together. By the end Adrian is completely gone and so are most people including Fred who George is trying to lug out of the Slytherin common room by himself. You offer to help and George almost cries in thanks, deciding to take the top half of Fred while you take the bottom.

“Is this what it feels like to carry a dead person?’ he groans

You frown ‘I don't know but you’d probably need an accomplice to help with your crimes if you're struggling this bad’. George laughs and it takes a while but you somehow make it to the Gryffindor towers setting him into bed.

You and Adrian don’t mention the near kiss in potions the next week or the week after and you aren’t sure if he remembers. But his hand lingers on yours a bit longer than usual when he helps with something in class and you are somehow always near each other outside of it. It has you believing maybe just maybe this isn't Adrian being nice, it's him actually reciprocating the strong feelings you’ve had for him for so long. Had he been doing that the whole time?

Just before the start of February Graham pulled you aside to plan a day to study and you honestly had completely forgotten about it but you agree. One Thursday after dinner you meet him in the library right at the back away from everyone's view. “I’ll get less distracted” he claims but you have a slight suspicion it's because he doesn't want anyone to know he's getting tutored. But you ignore it, it's not your problem. You had been there for an hour before Graham's attention had shifted from herbology to you.

“Don't you get sick of it?” he questions tapping his fingers on the table.

“Sick of what?” You question back your eyes glued to the open book in front of you. If he was going to ignore his work you might as well get some of your own done instead.

“Liking one person for years and never getting anything back?”

Glancing at him from under your eyelashes for a moment before you push your chair out and stand up “I’m going to get you another book” you announce making it clear you did not want to talk about it. You walk away towards the herbology section, fingers lingering over the spines of books you’ve borrowed at some stage for light reading or class. How did he expect you to respond to that question and why was he even asking that? Adrian had given you something back though hadn't he? The night of his birthday party had given you reason to believe he was into you but then again you had both been drinking. Maybe it had just been the moment. You frown, stopping at the sound of girls talking on the other side of the bookcase. Taking a sneaky peak through the books to the other side you see three Slytherin girls probably a year younger gossiping amongst themselves.

“And then he kissed me” one girl giggles putting her fingers to her lips and you smile at her excitement.

“Who? Adrian?” the girl on her right gasps, putting her hand on her friend's arm. Suddenly you're not smiling anymore instead you lean closer into the conversation, forehead against the wood of the shelf above your head.

“Who else would I be talking about?” the first girl rolls her eyes.

You want to walk away, you shouldn't be hearing this, you shouldn't be eavesdropping but what does she mean Adrian kissed her?

“Sorry, what do you reckon it means?”

You slowly back away from the shelf not wanting to make yourself heard. You couldn't hear anymore. You were right from the beginning. Adrian was untouchable, he was too good for you. You almost want to laugh at your own delusion that he would like you.

But you don’t hear it was just a dream, already out of earshot.

Walking back to the table you sit down abruptly. Graham, who's head in his hand gazing at the windows probably wishing to be anywhere other than here, switches his attention to you.

“I am sick of it” your face is red hot.

He licks his teeth and grins at you “I can help you get your mind off him, If you want of course”

You think about it, not one to really get into anything like Graham is possibly suggesting but you’re embarrassed, Merlin are you embarrassed and part of you wants to feel wanted. Something that's been denied from you for a long time “What did you have in mind?”

Turns out Graham had a lot in mind and you were not opposed. The attraction you had for each other was purely physical and that was evident in the fact you spent more time in each others mouths than actually using them to speak. Every time you kissed him you felt like you had to purposely remind yourself who it was and who you should be thinking about. You try to push down the fact you wanted it to be Adrian and he tried his best to ignore the fact he knew you did. But it's safe to say Graham's herbology scores did not get any better because every study date had led to more than what you both anticipated.

Your little situationship had been kept private. He said he didn't want people to know, Terence in particular which made you laugh but when he told you he was dead set on it so you obliged. You agreed it would be a little weird if Terence knew you were sleeping around with someone he was friends with for so long anyways. Every meeting had been behind closed doors and in the shadows of hallways no one bothered to look. To everyone else you and Graham were only acquaintances.

Adrian notices the distance though. How you sit a bit further away and you try your best to keep to yourself which is something that was never an issue between you guys before. Your presence or lack of it was also alarming, he didn't want to pry but you’d disappear for ages only to reappear and act like it never happened. Adrian was smart but when it came to you he felt like a little kid again. Confused.

A month passes and you continue your little rendezvous with Graham. Miles is the only one in the know after accidentally walking in on something. He had screamed and cried telling you to burn his eyes but you made him promise he wouldn't tell. Given the way Graham was slightly intimidating he sighed and agreed. But he did give you awfully long stares whenever you walked past.

“You’re being an idiot” Miles had told you one day slamming his hands on the desk you sat on in the library. “Montague”

You shushed him grabbing his hand pulling him away from the crowd “Could you be anymore loud?”

“Montague?” He cries out in question “He’s like the furthest away from someone like Adrian, what happened?”

You don't really know what to say. He was right but you didn't have an answer for him. He lets you know he's not judging you, he's just confused and Adrian is too. You question what that means and he gives you “What do you think?” before walking away. You don't think you’ve thought properly since the day you heard Adrian kissed someone else.

At the end of March Slytherin had their last game against Ravenclaw before the final in June after exam season in May. If they win by a certain amount they are automatically in the finals. Usually you’d be in the stands rooting for Adrian. Except this time you’re trying to focus on literally anyone else but him. Which is questionably hard considering he is the main chaser scoring and making the game worthy of watching. However you try to keep your eye sight on Graham, who was still a good chaser just not making as many big shots. Graham is impulsive and reckless while Adrian's calculated and strategic. It makes you question why he isn't captain.

However they win and when you make your way down to the tent with Terence and Hannah to congratulate them you head straight for Graham. You glance quickly to Adrian who's standing with Miles and Hannah completely zoned out of their conversation observing you and Graham instead. His taking off his gear without even breaking focus on what's happening in front of him. You ignore it. Why was it any of his business anyways?

“You played well” you comment, taking a quick glimpse of Graham's torso as he reaches above his head to put a black hoodie on.

“I always do” he grins, noticing your gaze and being pleased with it.

You roll your eyes at him “You’re very cocky you know that?”

“Mhm, you like it though”

Did you?

“Come to Three Broomsticks tonight. We’re celebrating and I want you beside me”

You’re shocked, what happened to the secrecy? Graham saying he wanted you there with him was big. You swallow nervously but reply “I’ll be there”

It was still a little cold but you ignored it telling yourself you can just use a charm to heat yourself up just so you could wear this little black dress you’d been saving. When Graham comes past the common room to pick you up he almost doesn't want to go to the celebration anymore after seeing you, but you take him by the hand and drag him out the castle.

Tensions high considering it was your first time being out together publicly you stand in the bar orbiting around him as he enjoys himself. It was his team's party after all. When you look across the room Terence gives you a confused look “Did you come with Graham?” and he nods towards Adrian who's seated at the bar talking to someone else but part of his attention is on you too “What happened with him?”. You shrug, were you not allowed to move on? Terence doesn't look impressed but he knows better not to make a scene, especially when drunk people are around.

“My love” Graham’s hand is pressed against your back to get your attention and you turn around to face him. His cheeks are a little rosy from the cold and the drinks he's already had.

He pulls you closer, placing a kiss on your lips and you comply. He tasted sweet from the fire whiskey only making you want to kiss him more. When you finally pull away you can feel someone staring into your face and when you turn to look your smile immediately drops. Oh no.

Adrian is seething. At Graham but also you. Why would you kiss Graham right in front of him, well at all really. Was it not only a couple months ago he was close enough to taste the drink on your lips or was that all just a dream? No. Because he remembers going to bed every night since then thinking if that stupid squid didn't come at that very moment he would have kissed you. He would have you in his arms right now, but instead you're embraced in Grahams. Why, why, why. He feels the anger bubble inside of him and if he holds his cup a little tighter he thinks it might break. Glass cuts would probably hurt less than whatever this was.

He watched you move away from Graham, cheeks flushed but when you turned your head your eyes made contact with his. Your face drops and he doesn't know what to make of that. Did he look that angry or was it the fact he saw it happen that terrified you.

You’d never seen Adrian angry; he always kept his composure. Seeing him look at you like he was about to explode made your heart drop to your stomach. You let go of Graham immediately and tell him you're going to get some air.

Moments later Adrian's followed you out of three broomsticks. “What the fuck was that?” It comes out a little meaner than he wanted it to but he is so confused and angry he needs an answer “I thought- my-?”

“It was nothing” you say quickly.

“So my birthday, what, it was nothing?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah? Bullshit”

“Why are you acting like you want me?”

“What? Why wouldn't I want you?”

“Because… because I'm me and you’re”

“I’m what?” he cuts you off.

“You”

”What does that mean” jaw clenched and words dripping with anger. His eyes are flickering between both of yours like he’s trying to dive into your mind. He wants to understand but he can’t.

“I don't want to talk about this anymore” you turn and start walking away. You know it’s not his fault and why you were fighting him on it was beyond you.

Adrian scoffs ”No you don't get to walk away, we’re finishing this conversation whether you like it or not”

But you don’t stop because you don’t know what you could say to get yourself out of this situation. You weren’t going to tell him.

”Olive stop I don’t want to fight about this” He’s only just behind you.

”Then stop talking” you bite back and that does it. Adrian stops following and watches you disappear into the distance. When you get to your dorm you throw your pillow to the wall in frustration. What on earth were you thinking?

Potions that next week was horrible, you both sat there quiet. There weren't any subtle touches or playful nudges when you messed something up. He side eyed you instead and kept to his own cauldron. You missed him and he missed you.

When you spoke to Graham about it he told you it wasn't going to work out, he could tell how attached you were to someone else causing you to sigh in relief. You didn't know how much longer you could have pretended. He tells you a relationship is off the table but anything else is still very much there and he winks before walking away. It took you a few moments of standing there dumbfounded before you could move even though you wouldn't be taking up the offer.

Adrian would lie awake in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about it. He was so tired but his mind wouldn't stop. Putting his hands on his face in frustration, he throws off his sheets putting on his Slytherin robe and shoes before sneaking out of the dorm room. He walks the castle wand in pocket. He didn't need a light; he had done this walk multiple times on his prefect trips that it was engraved in his mind.

Maybe he took too long, maybe since his birthday your feelings had changed. He for sure thought you liked him just as much as he liked you but he didn't want to rush it. ‘I’m me and you are you’ clouds his head. What did that mean? Did you think he was better than you? Because he could fly a broom and had a little badge that would get him out of trouble if someone was to find him walking around at this hour? Adrian has his flaws too, he definitely wasn't perfect he was just able to hide them well. When your family is looked upon highly you grow to learn how to conceal the ugly parts of you. Adrian wasn't allowed to act like a child, he wasn't allowed to act out if he was angry, he interalised everything to keep this perfect family view.

Merlin, he had figured out how to stop taking dreamless potions after it clicked one day he was mildly addicted. A year into being chaser for the slytherin team he started having aggressive and repetitive nightmares. At the start he’s playing a match scoring goals and he can hear everyone cheering his name. Then all of a sudden the other team goes berserk. They're throwing his team mates off their brooms and they're falling like flies screaming for help. He can't help them though because he's next. One push is all it takes and he spirls to the ground at full speed. His eyes open right before he hits the ground. These nightmares would leave him in a sweat and he would feel stupid. It was just a dream. Why was he getting so upset over it? Why would he be scared to fly now? But he is. He started hesitating during practises to the point Marcus noticed telling him to fix it or get kicked from the team.

So he started taking these small potions to sleep peacefully at night and he got so scared that if he stopped they'd come back. But one day he had looked at the 20 bottles stacked in his wardrobe behind his clothes and realised ‘shit that's not normal is it?’. He couldn't tell anyone and he couldn't ask for help. It would ruin his image. His family's image. So he worked it out by himself. Adrian wasn't perfect and though he didn't show his struggles he did have them.

He wanted to work it out and he wanted to talk to you so desperately but instead you both make eye contact in crowded rooms wondering if it's killing you just like it's killing him.

The weather was getting increasingly warmer each day that passed and everyone began peeling off their robes in an attempt to escape the April heat. You sat across from Cedric and Hannah having a conversation about divination. “I mean last year she told me I was going to die young because the line on my palm was short” Cedric exclaims fork pointing at you in disbelief. You laugh and Hannah hugs him, rubbing his back “Poor baby”.

On the Slytherin table a letter drops into Terence's plate of rice and chicken. He groans, picking it up and shaking off the rice sticking to the paper. It's a letter from your mum. He debates whether he can be bothered opening it right now or if it can wait a few hours or maybe days. But he opens it and reads it anyway. He reads it over and over making sure he gets it right before suddenly standing up and walking over to your table "I need to talk to you"

You can see the urgency in his eyes and see his jaw is tight. “Okay, I’ll be back guys'. Plucking a strawberry from the bowl in the middle you quickly stand up and follow him outside and into the courtyard.

"Mum just sent this to me, um" his throat is dry and his hand shakes "Dad he’s uh" he winces, giving up just handing you the letter instead. Your eyes skim the page as you chew on your fruit. 'Dead’. You swallow and it's almost so comedic your lips are threatening to crack a smile.

"What?"

"I know"

“Oh” You both pause and it's like everything happens in slow motion but so quickly at the same time. He's dead. “But the last thing”. It’s stuck in your throat. It’s no longer comedic but bad, very bad. You shake your head, eyes frantically looking around in panic trying to put the words together “I told him he wasn't my father?”

Terence reaches out to you but you move away “I told him he wasn't my dad” you repeat and you feel sick. You think the strawberry you barely ingested is rising up the back of your throat and about to spew out at any minute.

‘Olive you didn’t know’ Terence says ‘We didn’t know’

There's a pain in your chest that won't budge. At the time you thought he deserved to hear it. He deserved to hear that you wanted nothing to do with him. That you didn’t need him. But that was only because you had the chance to have him there, now you have nothing. The man might be dead but your words stay alive.

Terence is breathing quickly. You can see that even though he hated the man he’s sad too. Because now that he's gone Terence isn't thinking about all the bad things, he’s thinking the good. He’s thinking about how his dad would ruffle his hair and squeeze his cheek lovingly. He remembers sitting in the nook of his arm and body looking up at him like he was the most important person in his life. He would run down the stairs and crash into his dad's legs when he got home. Does death redeem him for leaving? Does death suddenly make it okay? Terence doesn't know.

"What happens now?" You ask, desperate for an answer but Terence doesn't give you one, just as lost as you.

Time passes too quickly and you hear your classmates rush out the great hall to their next lesson. You watch them in jealousy and annoyance. Their day will move on like normal but yours is changed forever. Forever known as the anniversary of his death. Your dad's death. The more you think about it the more it hits you. There's no more chances for redemption now; for him or you.

Your eyes are blurry now but you see him clear as day. You start speed walking, running almost, accidently bumping shoulders with people walking in your direction. They give you confused and dirty looks but you ignore them, along with Terence calling your name. You rush towards Adrian crumbling into his arms squeezing against him. He holds you close confused hearing your quiet sobs. He takes both his hands to your face pulling you away to look at you. He is worried and shakes his head slightly. What's wrong?. You don't answer but push your forehead into his chest again. He looks at Terence who stands a distance away. Adrian doesn't know what's happened but he holds you and won't let go until you're ready to be let go of. Because even though you aren't speaking he cares for you, merlin he loves you and he would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

Later in the night the three of you sit in the Slytherin common room not saying a word. The tea in your hands is lukewarm. No one dared to utter a word of the events after lunch but the swollen eyes and raw skin around your nose is a painful reminder. The noise of conversations around you sizzles out as more people go to bed the later it gets. The ache in your head and eyes from crying forces your eyes closed. You drift off to sleep, head leaned on Adrian's shoulder.

"We should wake her, I'll walk her back to her dorm" Terence sits up straight rubbing his eyes and cheeks to wake himself up.

"It's okay, let her sleep a little longer. You head to bed"

Terence looks at Adrian with tired but sincere eyes "You know I'm okay with it right?"

Adrian asks him what he means but Terence gives him a soft smile looking between you and Adrian before bidding him a goodnight. He stays up as long as he can before he slowly repositions himself to be lying on the couch placing your body next to his. You groan sleeply wiggling around and putting one arm around him and Adrian smiles softly closing his eyes. Terence wakes up the next day to the picture of you both tangled in each other's arms.

Dumbledore gives you a week off to spend at home to look after your mum and spend time as a ‘family’. Terence carries masses of homework and revision notes onto the train while you don't even think about school. When you both walk through your home doors your mum is standing in the living room staring at the spot he last sat at. You drop your bag to the floor and slowly walk to her testing the waters. Last time you saw her she was angry, could barely look your way. But when she notices your presence she embraces you for the first time in years.

That week there was a funeral for a man who was barely known. No one was sitting in the aisles. No one prayed for the soul of a dead father. His name is not even written in the Farewell section of the Daily Prophet. It was almost like he was forgotten before he was gone.

And Terence doesn’t celebrate his birthday that year. For once he isn't waiting for an unexpected letter from his father. He knew for sure it was never coming.

When you get back to Hogwarts people tiptoe around you and Terence feels it too. People stare not knowing if it's appropriate to say something but in the process making you feel like an alien. Your friends held you a bit longer and squeezed your hand to express their condolences. At home you spent the week lying in bed staring at the glow in the dark stars stuck to your roof. You remember begging your Mum to get them for you despite her constantly saying no. Until one day your dad came home carrying a packet claiming ‘They need some normality in their lives no?’. You watched him stick them to your ceiling and later that night he laid on the floor beside you and Terence to watch them glow ‘Pretty neat don't you think?” There wasn't a day you didn't regret it. You wished you could take a time machine and change it but you can’t. Instead you tell yourself to never leave a fight unresolved. If you have the chance to change it, why wouldn't you?.

It's the middle of May and most people are crammed in the library slaving away at their practice exams and force feeding information into their overflowing brains. Terence included. You stop by at least once a day telling him to come for a walk so he stretches and Terence appreciates it. You tell him to teach you something he’s learning and he does it with ease. You didn't know why he freaked himself out so much.

Adrian unsurprisingly isn't in the library but on the quidditch pitch hovering in the air letting the wind brush through his hair. You sit in the stands and you're not sure how long you're there for but Adrian turns and sees you, landing his broom on the field and you meet him halfway.

“Hey, how long have you been here for? You could have yelled for me to come down”

“No, it's okay. It gave me time to think about what I wanted to say” Adrian looks at you confused so you continue “ That night at Three Broomsticks and the whole Graham thing…”

“I don't even care about that anymore” he sighs, running his hands through his hair.

“I know you do though and I don't want to leave that conversation unresolved” You swallow, here it goes “I was trying to get my mind off you because I was too scared to admit I liked you because...to me you’re everything I’m not. Your polished I’m scratched, your elegant and I trip over my own feet” you smile loosely “But I like you and I have liked you for sometime. I want you not anyone else… but I cant right now”

You feel like you can breathe clearer, a weight lifted off your chest. You both stare at each other and you want to hold his face in your hands. Run your fingers across his scar. You want to touch him.

“I get it” He pauses and holds out his hand for you to take if you want to and you do “But I’m far from perfect. I want to show you the parts of me that I can't show other people. I want you to know me and love me for them just as much as I love you for yours. I admire you for being who you are, the free, clumsy and scratched you”

Letting out a small laugh in a huff, you lower your eyes but Adrian bends down to meet them and you smile at each other.

“I waited 10 years for you. I think I can wait a little longer” he says softly, his other hand coming up to move away a loose strand of hair “Just let me know when you’re ready”

You squeeze his hand and your attention shifts to two butterflies behind him and you frown. He turns to catch where your gaze has fallen.

“That means-”

“They're mates, eternal love” you cut him off

“You remembered?”

“How could I forget”

In some ways you felt like those butterflies. You and Adrian, dancing around each other for years not really wanting to cross the line of friendship but knowing and hoping you both meant more to each other then what it was.

Whilst you walk back to the castle your hands stay intertwined and you talk about the quidditch finals that will be taking place the last week of school after exams. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. He tells you he's scared. He knows there's going to be recruiters in the crowd and even though he's not graduating this year they’ll still be watching him.

On the day you peek into the tent seeing Adrian start to put his gear on and you rush up to him avoiding the weird looks you get from Marcus.

“Hey I made you this, for good luck” you quickly say digging in your robe to pull out a threaded green bracelet. You grab his hand and he holds it out while you wrap it around his wrist.

“A bracelet?” He grins dangling it around while your still trying to tie it

“Stop before I retract my gift”

“Sorry”

As you finish you do a quick sweep of who's around with a particular eye for Terence. Not seeing him you stand on your tippy toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Oh?”

“Just for a little extra luck, hard game quidditch” you shrug slowly walking backwards to join the rest of the school in the stands “Oh and I think I’m ready”

Adrian stands there with a cheesy grin on his face and he wants to run up to you, spin you around and place that kiss he's been waiting for since January on your lips. But he hears his name being called by Flint and by the time he turns back around you’ve disappeared. Regardless Adrian thinks his luck just skyrocketed.

And he was right to think that because Malfoys caught the snitch and Terence has taken you by the shoulders shaking you and screaming in delight. Everyone around you in the Slytherin stands has started rushing out onto the field and Terence lets go of you to do the same. You stay where you are to watch and laugh. Most of the players are still flying around hands in the air cheering while the Gryffindor's are on the ground patting each other's backs. Better luck next time. You look up and your attention is on Adrian who's flying directly towards you.

"What are you doing?" you call out.

He looks at you, his smile bigger than you've ever seen and he hovers a few stairs below you before jumping off his broom and climbing up the seats.

"This"

He gently grabs the back of your head bringing your lips together. At first it was shocking but not unwelcome. He goes to pull away but you grab his uniform pulling him back. It's everything you thought it would be and so much better.

"Oh mate, how does it feel to see your best friend kiss your sister?" Miles asks, nudging Terence to look towards you and Adrian.

Terence smiles "It took them long enough"

You both pull away slightly bumping noses, smiling brightly like never before.

"Congrats on winning the trophy" you whisper looking into his eyes.

"I've won more than the trophy"

You meet in the middle this time wrapping your arms around his neck. He's still a bit sweaty and gross but you don't seem to care.

"Okay that's enough" Terence yells, taking Miles's knee pad and throwing it at Adrian's back and you pull away. "I'm cool with it but that's still my sister"

At graduation, which was held in the great hall, the class of 1998 gets called one by one. Each house roars as one of their own gets awarded. You sit at the Slytherin table anticipating Terence's turn. You can see him standing there picking at his nails once again and every so often rubbing his palms on his pants. You look at Adrian who sits next to you and grab his hand squeezing it in excitement.

"Terence Higgs"

You jump up along with everyone else cheering with thumbs up in the air so he can see. And he does. He looks over grinning from ear to ear as he shakes Dumbledore's hand. You wave excitedly. It was a nice sight seeing him that happy. Your heart beams with pride and love.

Three weeks into summer Terence is standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, his side packed up and blank.

“You know I always wanted out of this house, I thought once I had enough money I’d be running without looking back” He says “But now I’m leaving and I realise that I can leave all of this behind but I can't leave you, I don't want to”

You shake your head “You have to leave. To grow and become the person you can't be under this roof. You need to look after yourself now. Not me, not mum, you”

Terence sighs embracing you “I’m going to miss this, I’m going to miss you”

“I’m going to miss you too”

You hear Adrian yell from downstairs that the taxi’s here for Terence and as you walk down the stairs and out the front door helping him carry his things you rant to him. "Promise you'll owl me at least every few weeks. I'll probably owl you a lot, you don't need to reply every time... BUT ONCE IN A WHILE WOULD BE NICE" you exclaim knowing he was hopeless at letters.

He nods and promises he will and that he's not going forever, he will be travelling back and forth to visit. Technically you know that but when someone's there everyday for 20 years a week away feels like years. You don't want him to go but you're proud regardless.

One last tight hug from everyone and he's gone. Mum sniffles and walks back inside but you look at the spot he stood thinking if you blink enough maybe he'll be there again. But Adrian puts his arm around your waist and you look up at him.

"It's just us now,"

"Oh what will we ever do" he sighs jokingly moving a piece of hair from your face

"I know somethings we could do"

“Shut up” Adrian laughs dragging you back inside your house.

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Longer A/N bec im a sap: Thank you all for reading and supporting this fic for the past 3 weeks. I cant begin to describe how much it means to have people read my writing (esp 3 parts of it!!) and actually like it?? Its just crazy. I am so thankful for all of your lovely comments and feedback and I'm so glad you guys loved reading it as much as i loved writing it. I really put my all into this so thank you truly. I am planning to write a terence fic in this same universe to show his life after he moves away, If ur keen lmk and stick around!! <3 thank you again arghghgh.!!!

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bleeding hearts - adrian pucey (part two)

Description: Olive’s heart doesn’t only bleed for her brother Terence Higgs and their broken family life but also for Adrian Pucey who she’s been yearning for, for far too long. (Part Two of Three) Part one Word count: 5.1K Warnings: Family complications A/N: I've sectioned this off into 3 scenes just to break it up a bit more cause its longer. I hope you enjoy there's a little more Adrian fluff in this one.

peony (Pyrus)

The wind is chilly on the staircase leading up to the abandoned music rooms where you wait for Terence to meet you. A knot forming in your stomach while you re-read over the letter your mother sent this morning. She had been silent for weeks which wasn't always a bad sign but as the holiday season gets closer she got worse. She always hoped maybe just maybe her husband would come back to her and according to this letter he was.

“Hey” Terence grins ruffling your hair earning an annoyed but sombre look from you “What's wrong?”

"It's mum" you pause not knowing if you should say the next part of the sentence scared of his reaction "And dad"

"Dad? What do you mean dad?"

"He owled her, told her he wanted to meet us and see how everyone's doing'' you mention hesitantly.

Terence lets out a laugh "What happened? Did he run out of money 12 years later?" he shakes his head "No, not happening"

"She already said yes, his coming for Christmas" you mumble passing over the letter your mother sent this morning.

"Of course she did," he groans. The letter in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration with the other.

"Maybe it won't be so bad, maybe he changed, maybe he actually wants to get to know us. You know he wasn't all bad I think we ought to give him a chance to explain" you suggest but Terence gets up and starts pacing.

"I can't believe you want me to sit at a dinner with that man" He begins "I was 10 covering your ears while they fought no one was there to cover mine. I was the one picking mum up from the floor and holding her while she cried" His face is hot and there's a knot in his throat forming. He doesn't want to be saying this, he doesn't want to act like he's a victim but he is. He suffered just as badly losing his youth and now to damage control. "You might have been too young to remember but I sure as hell do"

You watch him go back and forth as your heart sinks further into your stomach. Ten is too young to be dealing with that. Ten is too young to be looking after someone who should have been looking after you. Ten is too young to be caring for a younger sibling when you cant even care for yourself properly.

"I'm the one studying my ass off to become something to help support you and mum because he left, while you dance around your little greenhouse dreams. I don't get that luxury" as soon as he says it Terence regrets it. He looks at you and your wide glazed-over eyes. You look small sitting on the stairs. It's almost like a repeat of when you were younger, waiting on the stairs for your parents to stop fighting tears in your eyes. He's not the one protecting you this time. "Sorry" he looks away ashamed "Sorry I don't know why I said that''

"It's okay" you look down at your hands tracing the lines in your palms to distract yourself from the burning on your eyes.

"No, I-"

"It's fine" you cut him off standing up walking down the last few steps "I should probably get going I think we're holding a party for Hannah's birthday so" you trail off "I'll see you later"

Terence watches you walk away, dread filling his body and pulling at his hair in frustration. He knows he shouldn't have said it and he knows you're going to think about it for weeks if not forever. Fuck.

Rushing through the halls to the Hufflepuff common room you can’t stop thinking about it. I don't have that luxury. I don't have that luxury. You barely remember getting through the doors but you collapse into your bed face planting your pillow. Little greenhouse dreams.

You're quiet for the next week trapped in your mind. Feeling selfish for wanting to become a florist while your brother sacrifices his own happiness. You've considered the different careers you could have but nothing fits, nothing feels like home and that makes you feel worse. Terence has tried to get your attention multiple times during meals in the great hall but you avoid gazing towards the Slytherin table. He knows you need time but it's time he doesn't want to give. The longer it is the worse it gets. Adrian notices the tension too and can only put two and two together.

You're sitting outside in the courtyard under one of the big trees and with the language of the flower book open in front of you. Years of reading this book, memorising the words on every page and each flower gone to waste. Looking up at the feeling of a tap on your right shoulder, no one there but Adrian appears to your left sitting next to you.

"The language of flowers" he announces. He became familiar with this book after seeing it in your hands for years. He leans against you to see the page you're on gently reaching over and taking it from your hands "Lily of the Valley" he hums fingers going over the notes you've made in the margins.

You nod, repositioning yourself to face him. You wonder if he thinks it's a stupid idea to become a florist too. If he finds you anymore selfish than Terence does.

"I’m beginning to think it might be a bit far fetched"

"What is?" Adrian questions straightening his back

"Wanting to be a florist, I would never have the money to have my own shop"

"You don't have to have your own shop to be happy" he frowns, closing the book and handing it back over. You take it and let it rest on your knee before you.

You stare at it for a moment not really knowing what to say. That's the problem isn't it? Being happy. You want to rip the book apart, scratch the words off the pages for being given a false hope. Instead you cover the book with your hand.

"Hey" he places his hand on top of yours "Just because Terence is an idiot who feels like he has to sacrifice the dreams he has, which no one asked him to do, it doesn't mean you should do the same'' his eyes are serious and assuring "be selfish for once" he squeezes your hand with a gentle smile. “Besides you can't give up your dream now, when I was in Diagon Alley I saw the herbology shop had a ‘help needed’ sign up so I left your name with the owner" he says casually picking at his winter coat to get off fluff.

"What the hell Adrian?"

"What? It's over the summer" you widen your eyes "I thought you'd be interested are you not?"

"I am but a little heads up would have been nice?"

"I'm telling you now, is that not enough?’

"You went to Diagon Alley a week ago?"

"I forgot" he grins and shrugs.

You push him slightly but thank him. Both agreeing to take a trip down the Diagon Alley one day to personally introduce yourself.

It's a date.

hazel (Corylus)

Lying on your bed you can see dust dance around in the sunlight that beams from the window above the bed. Something about this old castle made the dust feel like a requirement rather than a nuisance. It somehow made things feel comfier compared to the house you call home. Where dust was a sign of no one wanting to be stuck long enough inside to care of the appearance. You remember delegating the cleaning duties with Terence when Mum was at work. You'd do the living room and kitchen while he'd do the bathroom and everything else in between.

"We need to talk"

Your focus is broken and you sit up to see Terence standing at the edge of your bed. You move your legs and he sits across from you watching your record player spin the vinyl it holds. It's silent except for the soft melody, none of you really knowing how to begin and where this will go. It has only been a week but you notice small things have changed. Like the skin around his nails looks raw from picking at them which he always did when he was nervous. Something else that feels like your fault when it shouldn't.

"I'm sorry that you feel like you have to give up everything you dream to support us" you take a deep breath "I never wanted that for you and I want you to be happy. No ones asking you to do this"

He nods "I know"

"Then change it, if it's not too late" you beg.

"I don't need to do this but I want to" he assures. "I don't know why I blame you for it when I actively chose to do it to myself. That's not your fault and I never should have said what I did… really, I am sorry"

The record stops playing, clicking as the needle goes back to its spot.

"I guess part of me resents you for being able to live freely" he mumbles his picking at the skin around his nails and you want to reach out and hold his hand to stop it "but I love you and I want you to do what makes you happy"

"Terence" you don't even know where to start. You had a week to think about what you'd say when this conversation was going to happen but nothing. "I'm sorry you had to carry the burden for so long" your voice cracks.

"I'm glad I did so it didn't have to be you" His eyes glistened as he looked up at you. He’s attempting to fight back tears. You’ve never seen him cry.

Your body caves in front of you letting a sob escape your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. It doesn't work. Terence grabs you bringing you close to his chest. Both a sobbing mess and leaving tear streaks on each other's tops.

Over the years you avoid talking about your father, your childhood not wanting to open the box of memories you both wanted to forget. The lack of communication caused resentment to build in Terence; weighing heavily on him for years. He knew he didn't have to change his career and he knew he didn't have to look after you anymore when you were old enough to hold your own. But you're his little sister. How could he leave you?

You both pull away, wiping your own eyes with a mix of sorry and it's okay. There's more you want to say but the words don't verbalise. You ensure that this won't be the first and last time you two confide in each other.

"Oh, I sent Mum a letter saying we'll be there Christmas"

"What changed your mind?" you question wiping the last of tears from your neck.

"Wanting to sock the guy in the face" he grins, spinning his arm around and pretending to throw a punch.

"Oh Merlin" you laugh pushing him away "I won't be holding you back"

"Don't expect you to... but I thought we might as well go so Mum doesn't have to be alone. We don't know what bullshit he'll try to pull. But I have one condition"

"What?"

"We stick together no matter what"

You smile, sticking out your pinky finger and he wraps his around yours. It was stupid but it was something you learnt from the muggle kids when you started primary school. Naturally you taught Terence who thought it was hilarious and idiotic to regard a pinky finger so highly compared to an unbreakable vow. But now you both use it regardless.

"Always"

As the days go past and it gets closer to Christmas everyone seems to be jumping with joy however you and Terence can't shake the nervousness. Adrian had somehow convinced you and Hannah to sit in the same cabin on the train as your brother, Miles and himself; which was something you had never done before. Terence doesn't seem to mind and for the first time in a while you feel included in the life he built for himself that he wasn't willing to share.

After settling into your shared bedroom back home Terence and yourself decorate the house to fit the holiday while your mum rushes around the house readying it for the joyous occasion you both dread. In an attempt to get away for a while you both walk down the road to bug Adrian and get him to come to Diagon Alley with you; which he agrees, he always does.

“Alright what's the game plan?” Adrian claps then rubs his hands together looking side to side whilst people rush past doing last minute Christmas shopping.

‘I guess we'll go to the herbology shop, your mum's and then we can go to anything else we need and then lunch at The Leaky Cauldron?’ you suggest.

‘Sounds good to me let’s go’

‘You guys go ahead I’ve got to check something in Gringotts. I’ll find you guys later’ Terence doesn't wait for your response as he walks into the crowd of people.

You want to question it but you feel Adrian wrap his arm around your shoulders leading you towards the herbology shop. Suddenly you feel sick. What if the owner doesn't like you, oh merlin what if he rejects you on the spot. That would for sure do it, you’d have to change major out of pure embarrassment.

Adrian opens the door and ushers you inside. You stand there and Adrian gestures to go up to the counter but you shake your head nervously. Adrian cocks his head to the side like come on. no. yes. no. You're going to make me do it aren't you?. Yeah.

He grabs your hand dragging you down the aisle to the counter where he dings a small bell. This grabs the attention of an old man at the back who walks out beaming at the sight of you. His long greying beard swishes as he walks and it kind of reminds you of Dumbledore. However you don't think Dumbledore would be caught dead wearing a pink and green apron.

‘I’ve been waiting for you to come back! Has university been keeping you busy?’

‘It's good to see you again and yeah always another test in the works from Snape. Job offer still open I hope?’ he questions squeezing your hand before letting it go and placing both hands on the counter.

‘Yes!’ he turns to you ‘I’ve heard great things about you from your boyfriend Olive. Top of your Herbology class, I’d be honoured to have you work with me’

It feels like your brain short circuited. Boyfriend?

“I would be honoured to work with you!” you manage to get out.

The man who introduces himself as ‘Mr Hornsby’ goes on to hire you. He spends his sweet time telling you that it brings him immense amounts of joy knowing his love for flowers, plants and everything in between will be passed on. Adrian spends this time wandering the shop running his fingers under the petals of flowers. Lily of the valley. Adrian thinks it's fitting; your happiness did seem to return.

You leave the Herbology shop and head towards Adrian's mum's dress shop. Opening the door the bell above rings and you hear Adrian's mum shout ‘I’ll be with you in just a second!’

You’ve only been in here a handful of times. The garments are beautiful and each unique. Adrian's mum often gets tickets to the fashion shows that showcase the latest trends making her newest designs always in fashion. Only another reason to remind you that his life is out of a movie. Adrian walks to the back and you stay at the front.

You hear a commotion in the back and you see Adrian’s mum rush out “OLIVE OH HOW LOVELY TO SEE YOU” you laugh and hug her “Oh you get more beautiful every time, no wonder Adrian talks so much about you at home”

‘Mum’ Adrian warns, daggers shooting out of his eyes and he turns away not wanting to make eye contact with you.

Mrs Pucey brushes it off and ushers you to the side “How is your mum doing hm? Adrian told me about the dinner if you need anything just send an owl I'll come over”

“Oh no I'm sure it will be fine thank you though” you assure not being able to ignore the flush rising to your cheeks.

She nods and dramatically rushes over to a purple dress, the fabric waving through her hands “Adrian don’t you think this dress would suit Olive?”

Adrian looks at the dress and back at you, eyes flickering up and down your body causing you to suddenly feel self conscious. His mouth opens and shuts “Yes, I mean I guess maybe?”

“Oh you're hopeless, there goes me asking for your help over the summer” She waves her hand at him “Are you both going on a lunch date? Let me give you some money, get yourselves something nice”

You and Adrian both immediately decline the offer and she both looks at you sternly holding out a palm of coins “I’m a mother this is my job, now take the money”

Adrian makes wary eye contact with you but takes the money against his will. Mrs Pucey smiles, patting his cheek and tells you to come by again soon, especially to the house. ‘I’ve redecorated’ she sighs happily. You promise her you will.

Terence is quiet at lunch using his fork to move around the same pea back and forth. You want to ask but you don't want to pry. He would tell you if it was important right? You did promise to talk more. So you leave it.

yellow carnation (Dianthus Caryophyllus)

'She's delusional" Terence mutters under his breath as he walks past to place the plates at the dinner table. You feel bad agreeing but he's right. Part of you doesn't even believe he'll show up today let alone stay. The house was spotless, the most clean you’d ever seen it. She kept mumbling the words ‘be nice, don't start anything, he’s coming all this way to see us, be nice’

The doorbell rings and you and Terence shoot worried glances at each other. This is real? Is this happening?. Terence stands slightly in front of you and you feel like a kid again. Protected by your big older brother, some things never seem to change. When he walks through the door your mother is ever so welcoming it's as if the sleepless nights she cried and the body aches of working two jobs never happened. How was she so willing to open her home and arms to a stranger? He looks different, older and rougher. Shirt not even tucked in, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Did he even try? His cologne not even beginning to mask the smell of alcohol clinging to his skin. The version of him you had as a kid was better.

He shakes Terence's hand much to your brother's dismay and you can't see his face but you can tell he's not impressed. Then it's your turn. His hands on your cheeks squishing your face like your 8 years old again "You've grown up so much!". Don't touch me. "Hug your father, he came all this way!". Get off me.

Dinner was a ticking time bomb. Generic conversation. No one mentions the elephant in the room, the fact he left. Where did you go dad? Where have you been for 12 years dad? No one asks and he pretends it didn't happen. The sound of forks scraping against the plates made you shiver and the smell of him sticks to your nose. Was he always like this? Was this why Terence loathed him?

You excuse yourself to go hide in the bathroom for a bit needing to get away before you would say something you’d regret. Closing the door behind you, you let out the breath you felt like has been there since he walked through the front door. Staring at yourself in the mirror you point out the facial similarities you have with him. You hated it. You want to splash the water from the sink onto the mirror so you can distort the image in front of you. You weren't him and neither was Terence.

Doing this was a mistake.

After a considerable amount of time you decide you’ll have to go back before someone comes knocking on the door worried. Your feet drag against the wooden floors and before you can even sit down a question is being sent your way.

“So Olive, have you found any worthy suitors to marry after you finish Hogwarts? Your mother tells me you’ve had your eye on someone for a while”

Laughter fills the air from your mother and Terence won't even look up from his plate. Had he asked this to Terence while you were in the bathroom?

“Why would I discuss that with you?” you question hands gripping the back of your chair you had yet to pull out. How dare he ask me about marriage when he couldn't even save his own, when he didn't even have enough in him to stay. How dare he even allude to Adrian. He doesn't deserve to have his name in his thoughts.

"Because I'm your father" he states almost like it's a joke.

"Hardly" you scoff. It's coming and you're not sure you want to hold yourself back this time.

"Enough Olive" your mum snaps trying to cut you off. Don't start this. Not now, not today.

"No" you mirror her attitude "Who was there to check for monsters under the bed when I was scared? Terence. Who was there to read to me to sleep? Terence. Who taught me how to ride a bike and cleaned my wounds when I fell? Terence. The family down the street has looked after me more than you ever have. You don't get to call yourself my father, you don't deserve that right"

It's silent for what feels like forever and you want to move to walk away but your legs won't budge. You just stare into this stranger's sad dilated blood shot eyes. There's a tinge of regret that stems in your heart but you won't apologise. Turning to glance at Terence, he has a small smile planted on his face and seems proud. He walks to you standing arm to arm, pinky finger wrapping around yours. Assurance.

“She’s right, why are we sitting here acting like we’re a happy and normal family. You left us all for years and you come in here wanting to come back?” Terence asks but he doesn't wait for an answer “We never needed you then and we don't need you now"

"I see" He looks between his children "Lovely dinner Marianne but I should get going"

Your mother follows him as he makes his way towards the door. She's telling him not to go, to stay a bit longer, for desert at least, she’s made a lovely chocolate cake, his favourite but he doesn't entertain the thought. When he's long gone you and Terence clean up the table like you always do and mum doesn't look at either of you for the rest of the holiday break. She doesn't even bid you a farewell when you leave for Hogwarts on Sunday afternoon. You understood to some extent. You threw away the first opportunity she had to reconnect with him and maybe she was so blinded by her want to have him back she didn't see his flaws. They never do.

On the platform that Sunday afternoon your eyes scan the crowd looking for a particularly tall dark haired boy who Terence sees first nudging you and then calling out to him. You watch as he struggles his way through everyone to get to you.

‘Hey, how’d it go with your mum?’ Adrian asks, setting down his suitcase beside his legs and fixing his wonky-looking scarf. You eye him confused, it wasn't his usual Slytherin scarf. It looked like someone had gone and pulled some of the thread out and tried to stuff it back in to look normal.

‘Terrible but she’ll be okay she always is’ Terence nods “How was your Christmas?”

“Not bad” he pauses “My grandma taught me how to knit'.

“That explains it then' you laugh whilst Terence shakes his head “Mateee”

Adrian shrugs “I'd like to see you try”

"'I'd do a bloody better job than that"

“Yeah whatever Higgs, let's get on the train before we lose our cabin” Adrian picks up his things and lines up to board the train, you follow.

Spotting Miles and Hannah who are sitting a bit too close to each other with a light shade of blush covering Hannah's cheeks, you all join their cabin. Struggling to put your suitcase in the top bunks Adrian grabs one side helping you and you can't help but glance at his hands. Noticing ink stains covering the skin from his little finger to palm.

“What happened there? Forget how to use a quill?”

“I was given a new one but it bleeds a lot more than my other. I think I’ll have to go back to my old one” he sighs inspecting the hand in front of him “Looks a bit stupid doesn’t it?”

“Just a little” biting your lip you sink down into the seat and he joins you while Miles and Hannah rush out of the cabin as the train sets off. You pretend not to see the slight hand holding.

Hours into the trip Terence sits staring out the window watching the scenery fly past without talking. Adrian keeps the conversation going and you both agree to play a game of hangman or probably multiple given the length of the trip. Adrian bends down sifting through his carry on bag for his notebook or spare paper to use and you laugh at him in awe as he accidentally reveals a worn out bear plush. He threatens to throw it at you and you giggle, putting your hands up in defence.

“I’m moving out,” Terence says suddenly and you turn your smile disappearing from your face.

Adrian pauses shuffling through his bag and looks between you and Terence awkwardly. "I'm gonna see where the food cart is" he quickly gets up and leaves. But you aren't listening. All you can do is stare at Terence with a million thoughts running in your mind.

"You're moving away?"

"Yeah, I've been putting money aside in Gringotts for a while".

"Oh, okay"

‘Are you mad?’

‘Course not, you can't be my roommate at home forever can you?’ you laugh awkwardly rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans. “In fact you’re probably doing me a favour, maybe I'll get some more sleep without your snoring” You're rambling trying to fill the awful silence you know will suffocate the room if you don't.

“Right” There's a tinge of worry in this voice, he knows. He always knows.

“Adrian said he was going to the food cart right? Reckon he’ll get me a chocolate frog?” you mumble as you get up and struggle with opening the door.

Out of the cabin you shuffle past the groups congregating in the small passageway. You can hear the wheels of the food cart getting further away which means Adrian has to be close by and there he is in all his glory. Holding two chocolate frogs he sees you and smiles holding one out and you take it. Both leaning against one of the walls you open your frog and before you get the chance to take a bite it jumps out to the floor scurrying away. You stare at it hopelessly. Adrian lets out a breathy laugh and offers his half eaten one and you take it looking miserable.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…did you know?"

"I thought he would have told you by now. I'm sorry"

You shake your head "No need to apologise"

You weren't angry about Terence moving away. Maybe it was more being left out of the process. Maybe it was the fact you already struggled with getting your brother's attention and he lived in the same castle as you. Would you be begging to be a part of his life if he lived somewhere else? But you don't want to think about it because as people continue to move past Adrian gets closer and closer being squashed against you.

“You know I’d really love a special Pucey made scarf” You comment pulling gently at it and he rolls his eyes.

“Mm it will cost you though”

“What! You’re making your best friend pay? zero stars”

“It is high quality stuff”

“Clearly” you laugh picking out a loose strand.

You stay a bit longer, against each other talking about the holidays. He tells you how his family celebrated his birthday early and that his grandma had a bit too much to wine. That's why the scarf spell didn't work too well that night but he wore it anyway cause it made his grandma happy. God he was perfect. Adrian walks in front of you on the way back to Terence and as you walk past an open cabin Graham Montague pops his head out “Hey Little Higgs can we talk?”

You stop and look to each side of you questioning if he's actually talking to you. “Yeah… what's up?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you could help me with the herbology stuff before exams. Got blasted by my parents over the holidays because I'm kind of failing. Heard you were the best person to ask” He’s avoiding your eyes and you can guess it's out of embarrassment.

“Sure just let me know when” you say simply, not wanting to make it a big deal. Tutoring was normal and everyone struggles with something. Adrian would know he was carrying you in potions without a doubt.

“Thanks, appreciate it. Don’t tell Terence he’ll kick my ass” he says suddenly and then closes the carriage door turning back to his friends.

You stand there for a moment almost wanting to laugh. What? When you start walking again, Adrian waits a bit further up “What was that all about?”

“Nothing” you grin. Graham Montague sucked at herbology.

Part Three

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bleeding hearts - adrian pucey (part one)

Description: Olive’s heart doesn’t only bleed for her brother Terence Higgs and their broken family life but also for Adrian Pucey who she’s been yearning for, for far too long. (Part One of Three) Word count: 3.3K Warnings: Mentions of death and family complications. A/N: This is me headcanoning the Higgs family and an introduction for the next two parts! Dedication: this goes to @limerenze who has given me all the encouragement I needed to keep going and has supported this from the beginning. I love you and I'm so glad silly little Adrian brought us together.

love-lies-bleeding (Amaranthus caudatus)

“Higgs will I be seeing you at quidditch try-outs this year?” Cedric Diggory grins taking his seat beside Hannah Abbott at the table across from you.

“Yeah nice try Diggory I’m not keen on dying this year either” You laugh picking up your fork and stabbing it into the pancake that's appeared on the platter in front of you.

“Oh come on, your brother is a great seeker. Surely you’ve got some talent we could use on the Hufflepuff team” He leans in forward his left cheek towards you like some cartoon character trying to convince the audience of something.

“No talent here buddy sorry” You stick out your pointer finger pushing him back by the cheek and when you retract your hand you glance over to your brother's seat at the Slytherin table.

Terence has jumped up from the table and is acting out something, his curly light brown hair bobbing up and down as he moves enthusiastically. The people around him laugh. He looks like an idiot without any context and you want to laugh too but all you can do is smile softly realising you might be in the same room but you're both worlds away. The feeling sinks in again resting just below your chest and it reminds you of your first few hours at Hogwarts two years ago. Time had passed and you were both in your own spaces, your own friends and living completely different lives that only merged when school breaks came around. Though siblings, your conversations were short and only ever involved when mum sent a letter. You wonder what had happened, what clicked in his brain as soon as he walked through these castle walls that made him want to be as far away as possible. You were familiar with the act now but that first year was by far the worst.

At 18 you rocked up to Hogwarts mesmerised by the castle before you. It was beautiful, old and you thought to yourself; no wonder Terence never wanted to come home. When you walked into the great hall ceiling above replicating the night sky you stopped in front of the hat that decided the colour robes you wore for the next 5 years. You hoped yours would come out green.

You assumed you’d get into the same house as your brother. Terence had come home after his first year telling you about the Weasleys and how every single one of them (including Percy who was in his year) had been sorted into the same house, Gryffindor. It gave you hope that it would be the same for you too. But when it was your turn the sorting hat shouted Hufflepuff and your heart dropped. People clapped and you were warmly welcomed into various peoples arms as they congratulated you. “Hufflepuff is your new family” they cheered but you already had one and he was sitting at a different table. You didn't really have the chance to discuss it and you weren't about to tell an old hat it was wrong. So you sat there with a fake smile on your face looking over to Terence for familiarity, for comfort but instead you got nothing.

You remember sitting outside and hearing Gryffindor's complaining about the Slytherins and how they were quote on quote evil. Terence wasn't mean, he wouldn't hurt anyone. But then again he had been here for two years before you and he felt like a stranger in these castle walls. You thought maybe you had painted this picture of your brother in the brightest colours without really knowing who he was. All suggested that was partly true. You noticed the shift in his attitude and you know people change when they’re around their friends, you did it too. It was more his attitude towards you. Overthinking it or not you felt like he was just tolerating you. You were his sister of course he loved you but was it because he had to?

Terence couldn't bare to look you in the eyes or in your general direction. He felt relieved you got Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin and that caused him to feel so much shame. He wished it was because he didn't want you to be perceived as the ‘bad and evil’. No, it was because he thought you’d suffocate him. The past two years he enjoyed being someone he wasn't at home, he enjoyed being somewhere you weren't. He didn't have to look after you here. He was an individual and he wanted to keep it that way.

Although he wasn't shocked when the hat announced the yellow and black colours because you weren't him, you didn’t Have to be him. Terence was forced to be resourceful to find ways to get out of difficult situations before and after their father left. He had to be clever navigating around both parents to not start a fight or get involved. He had a strong desire to be better and live better than how he was raised. He wanted to do better. With that came the determination to get the hell out.

You on the other hand had the patience to look after mum when she was in a state. You had the dedication to stay even when it was tough because she was your mother. You excused her actions because she's just tired, she’s not usually like this, you wanted to see the better in her even if there was none left. You happily picked up the pieces day by day hoping that maybe one day you would be able to glue them back together.

Not to say your mum wasn't a good mother but she was lost. The man she had loved and married had left her with no explanation, no note and no money to look after their children. So she did the only thing she could do. Pick up two jobs to make up the difference and attempt to busy herself enough to forget. Having a physical but absent parent was arguably worse. The money earned was split into savings, food, clothes and allowance. ‘Don't spend your allowance all at once okay?’ Terence would tell you and you watched as he shoved it into his piggy bank. You did the same.

Because of this you didn't have many things to do in your spare time that didn't include cleaning or cooking. Money stashed away and you refused to break open your piggy bank so most days after school you were in the garden. You watched flowers bloom and their petals fall. You watched them be eaten by disease and bugs. Sometimes you'd sit on your porch legs dangling off the side watching the muggle lady next door poke and prod at the soil with her shovel. She was probably mid 60’s with her kids already grown up and moved out. She turned around one day holding up a packet of seeds and called out “Would you like to help love?”. You did, and everyday she’d wait for you to come home from school so you could water them together and you’d tell her about your day. Once the little stems had sprouted and you realised how rewarding all the hard work had been. That's when you knew, this is what you wanted to do forever. You helped her plant her veggies (which she generously let you take home once they grew). She taught you how to treat disease and which crawlies were good and bad. One day you asked “Do these flowers have any meaning? Like roses do on valentines day?” She didn't know. But for your birthday that year she held a book before you ‘The Language of Flowers’. You still had it to this day scribbled with your own observations.

She was your best friend until you woke up one day to sirens. She’d passed and you stood on your porch watching in horror as her body was rolled out in a bag. The next day you cracked open your money box and brought forget me-not seeds from the local shop. You planted them in the backyard in her honour. I will always remember you and you will always be in my thoughts. At first bloom you picked some and used the heavy cook books that haven't been used in years to press them. They were yours forever.

When you got to Hogwarts years later you realised magical plants weren’t any different and herbology was something you easily excelled in. You wished she could see you now majoring in the subject all thanks to her.

Despite your passion and skills Terence's face would drop into a line every time you mentioned it, almost as if he didn't approve and when you questioned it he would say “What? I’m just listening”. But you knew it wasn't that. In the beginning you begged for his approval. Just say it's a good career, just say you think I’ll do great in the field just say it. But he would lift the corners of his lips weakly and pat your arm “Good job”. If you were doing such a good job why didn't it feel like that. So now you never bring it up. You don't happily mention the meaning of the flowers in the courtyard or how you're excited to see the next flowers in bloom. You don't talk about the history or how other countries view the same species. Given he was only around when he felt the need to be and you only talk when spoken to. It was sad but it is what it was.

But later today after dinner you see him walk down the hallway, anger spread across his face and Adrian Pucey following after him unimpressed. You apologise to Hannah for suddenly having to leave your conversation and rush after them. “What’s wrong?” you ask nearly having to run to keep up with their long strides.

“Terence didn't get seeker”

“What?” you exclaim “why?”

‘Malfoys daddy paid for some new expensive brooms, isn't that right Pucey?’ Terence laughs and Adrian presses his lips together not wanting to say another word.

'What so he bribed Marcus into getting seeker?’ you ask as everyone stops walking to say the Slytherin common room password.

Adrian half nods “I think it's because Potter’s the new seeker for the Gryffindor team”

It made sense. School had only been in for almost a month and everyone already knew Malfoy loathed Potter and their bickering created noise in the great hall that some found hilarious whilst others like yourself only found it to be annoying and disruptive. But this was Terence's last year to play before he graduated and it was taken away because of a feud?

Miles Bletchey jumps from the couch as everyone walks into the common room ‘Hey boys, Little Higgs’ he greets looking over at you for the last part.

“This is such bullshit it's your last year” you comment being cut off by the common room doors opening once again.

Draco comes striding in his two side kicks on either side “Ladies and Gentleman look at your new and better seeker” Everyone in the common room ignores him, turning back to their conversations. The four of you stand there unimpressed and annoyed.

“Oh shove off Malfoy just because you have a new fancy broom doesn’t mean you’ll be any good” you call out and Terence hits your arm. Stop.

Draco still has his stupid smile planted on his face and walks towards you “At least I’ll be playing”

You want to jump him. Maybe he won‘t be able to play with a broken arm, or leg. Whatever’s easiest. But you feel a tug on your robe from behind you pulling you back.

Adrian being the amazing prefect he is, was the one pulling you back and stepping between everyone “As much as I would have loved to see that happen '' he looks at you directly pausing before starting again “It’s not happening here or anywhere else. Draco get lost” he waves his hand at him and Malfoy and his little gang walk off.

“It’s fine, at least I won’t be distracted from my studies. I can’t be messing around on the field this year no offense Pucey”

Terence wasn't really upset he couldn't play this year, in fact he believed what he said about not being distracted. He thought it would be great not spending hours on a broom that would give him a sore back and leg aches. Even looking for the snitch caused his eyes to hurt. He would never get any studying done in his spare time. It was more the way it happened. As if Flint was so willing to give up Terence's position he had for the past two years for some brooms. Did their friendship mean nothing? Did talent mean nothing? He can only hope once Flint graduates Adrian gets captain and makes up for whatever Flints messing up.

“Thanks for nearly ripping Malfoys head off but really it's fine, see you” Terence pats your arm and walks off towards his dorm leaving you with Adrian and Miles. Despite barely talking you would do anything for him and you know he would do the same. Well you at least hoped he would.

“He’s upset”

“Yeah” Adrian sighs “I’ll talk to him later don't worry. I’ve got to go, Snape wants me to make signs’

You and Miles watch as he walks away, chuckling at him for having to do random duties.

“I got goalie thanks for asking” Miles jokes head up high

You tickle under his chin “Congrats Miles”

He slaps your hand away ‘Firstly stop. Secondly now that Terence isn't on the team you’ll have to admit you actually watch for Pucey’

“No I clearly watch it for you”

Miles puts his hand to his heart “Oh little Higgs you know the way to my heart” he leans in making kissy noises and you shove your hand into his face pushing him away. “But seriously are you just going to act like you don't have hearts in your eyes whenever he’s around”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do” You say, beginning to walk to the common room doors pulling it open and going out into the hallway. Miles follows.

“Come on, how many years has it been? I’m in pain watching it unfold. Just tell him” he sighs “He probably likes you back you know”

“Doubtful” you respond

When you got to Hogwarts you realised you weren't the only one who had eyes for Adrian Pucey. It wasn't surprising in the least. He was gorgeous, tall with mushroom cut black hair and middle parted bangs that ended at his cheekbones. He had soft features and a dimple that made an appearance whenever he smiled. A year later at 19 add a small scar below his right eye (which only a select few people know where it actually comes from). But it wasn't only his looks, he was charming and quiet, sarcastic when with the right crowd and never treated anyone unfairly. Which again wasn't surprising when he was awarded with the Slytherin prefect badge right before the school year started. He was your dream and coincidently everyone else's at Hogwarts too.

To you Adrian and in extension his family were like the fancy dinnerware your mum had stacked up in a display case in the house. You could look but you couldn't touch. Carefully crafted by some higher being to be perfect. He was unattainable in any romantic sense and you felt stupid when you thought otherwise- which was pretty much always.

Although it was hard when he was always around, being the boy who lived down the street who’d occasionally come over to hang with Terence. Despite that you two had become friends too with small conversations here and there that left your cheeks flushed. When Terence had left to go to university Adrian then made the trips down to see you instead. These meetings included studying for finals with worksheets scattered across his or your living room; your back straight on the floor and legs resting on the couch in front of you. You worked well together and you matched each other's energy without even trying.

You remember at 17 standing in the back watching two butterflies dance around each other in the summer heat. Adrian, who had been downstairs to get a glass of water after being hauled up in Terence's room all morning hearing about his second year at Hogwarts, joined you outside. “You know in some countries it means they’re mates, an emblem of love” he smiled down at you before walking back inside. And at Christmas he’d secretly gifted you a flower press after seeing your previous method of heavy cookbooks. “Don't tell Terence, I didn't get him anything” You wanted to loathe him for making your heart feel the way it did but he was just too sweet, too charming and too everything.

But when you hear the girls giggle his name while he walks past and cheer for him during games you feel an indescribable rush through your body. You hated that everyone wanted him and would do anything to even be touched by him. It felt idiotic to feel that way. So you push it down, the feelings and the memories but then he comes around or brushes past you in the hallway and they come back. Every. Single. Time.

It didn't help that he was your potions partner this year and he was touchy. You weren't particularly good at potions, it confused you and Snape being your teacher just made the situation so much worse. You didn't have the fear of your cauldron exploding in front of you and burning your eyebrows off, no you were scared of the comments Snape would make if you did. Adrian knowing this kept one eye on his work and one eye on yours. He’d grab your hand if he saw you about to put the wrong measurements in and when grabbing ingredients he’d stand next you at the shelf and have one hand on your lower back and the other reaching for something above you both so you could carry it back to your table. It made your stomach turn and you longed to have his skin on yours once again. But it didn't matter because he was entirely out of your league and you were also his best friend's sister. He wouldn't. He was just being nice and being Adrian.

And he was just being Adrian when he came up behind you while you were walking to Herbology wrapping one arm over your shoulders one chilly December morning.

“Terence didn't come to breakfast but the owl dropped this anyway” He holds a letter in front of you and you recognize your mothers handwriting immediately “Thought it would be easier to find you than him. He does seem to be off with Daphne a lot recently” he trails off leaning on you jokingly.

Your brother's whereabouts with Daphne Greengrass was the least of your worries. You roll your eyes and rip the stamp to reveal the contents inside. As Adrian peers over your fingers you stop in your tracks and his forearm jolts into the back of your neck and you turn to him annoyed.

“You suddenly stopped” he claims and you shake your head.

“If you see Terence tell him to meet me at the abandoned stairwell, the one that goes up to the old music room. He’ll know the one”

“Is everything okay?”

“Dads coming to visit”.

Terence won’t be taking this well.

Part Two

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