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Hi! I know it’s been a while 😬 sorry about that… Ive been really swamped with school and just life stuff, but I’ve been really missing writing so I was wondering if you guys would be willing to give me another shot? Lol I’ve been rewatching Buzzfeed Unsolved and B99 so I was wondering if anyone had any requests or ideas that you’d be willing to let me write?

-C

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Makeup Tutorial|James Potter|

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks to @carryonmywaywardbucky for this idea! Thinking about this kept me from a full on meltdown lol -S

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“Can I help you?” (Y/N) briefly glanced over her shoulder. James had been standing behind her just seemingly watching her through the reflective glass for a good 15 minutes at this point… she didn’t think she’d done anything too out of the ordinary, other than trying on a new eyeshadow. But with his usual lack of commentary and his normal insistence of her not needing makeup she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit insecure. Maybe it was a lot more intense than she originally thought or perhaps it just hadn’t been her color?

“What I’m not allowed to admire?”

“You usually don’t…”

“I resent that! I admire you all the time!” James corrected her, pouting slightly at the insinuation of anything besides that.

“You usually just say I don’t need any makeup and leave.” She cocked her eyebrow, still confused by his motives.

“Well- I still think you don’t NEED makeup. But it’s quite fascinating to see all this work and products. You do this everyday?” James glanced down at the multitude of items organized neatly on the bathroom counter, carefully picking up a tube of lipstick and examining it before placing it back down in its place.

(Y/N) chuckled at the amazement, but to be fair she’d always been fascinated and enthralled with the products as well. “Well not everyday, but everyday I wear makeup.”

“Interesting.”

She really tried to go back to finishing off her makeup, but with James looming over her she found it almost impossible. “Is there anything else?”

“Wanna do mine after?” James smiled sheepishly.

“Yes!” (Y/N) giggled excitedly at the prospect, immediately forgetting about her own make-up and pulling James to sit so she could reach him easily.

“Sirius is gonna be so jealous that I’m prettier than him.”

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Sundays|Sirius Black|

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: none!

A/N: I hope this is okay! It was such a cute idea and I hope I did it justice. -S

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It wasn’t surprising that everything was a bit of an adjustment, a learning curve if you will. Sirius lost two of his closest friends. Harry lost his parents. Even in the midst of grieving Sirius hadn’t once thought about not stepping up and fulfilling his role as Harry’s godfather, not only because he loved the child but he knew the alternative was Lily’s sister and from everything he heard about them from James and Lily they were bloody dreadful. There was no way in hell that Sirius would ever do that to him willingly.

It did get better though, it truthfully did. While he still missed Harry’s parents everyday of his life, he and Harry were getting on fine. And Sirius wasn’t nearly as bad at being responsible as he thought he would be… for the most part.

It was a tradition of sorts to take Harry for ice cream on Sundays. Sometimes that meant for breakfast, depending on the day, but honestly did it really matter what time you consumed the dessert if desserts were going to be consumed anyways? He never understood why the timing seemed to matter. Plus the little store he liked to frequent served muffins and such, ideal breakfast food.

Sirius was never one to care about other people’s opinions so it didn’t bother him in the slightest when he got questioning looks from the servers dishing up different flavors of frozen delicacies at nine in the morning. He simply sat his 3 year old companion down at a little table and laughed along with him as he ice cream landed on everything in the general vicinity.

“Whoa, you two sure know how to start the morning right.” A friendly giggle drew Sirius’ attention from Harry, and was instead met with the sight of a woman smiling down at the child. A sensible coffee and muffin in hand, “Is it good?”

Harry nodded promptly, seemingly shy at the attention, but it wasn’t long at all before he was scooping a messy spoonful of semi-melted cream up and offering it to the stranger, “Wanna bite?”

“Oh! I couldn’t, that’s for you! Thank you very much though.” She chuckled at the way Harry nodded and shoveled it into his own mouth instead. She turned to Sirius, “He’s very polite and so adorable.”

It would be a lie to say that Harry hadn’t garnered attention before (most of it was from women). Still, Sirius never payed it much mind even though Remus had teased him once that he was surprised Sirius wasn’t using Harry to pull in potential prospects. But… there was something about her smile that made Sirius want to entertain the conversation, “Very. You should feel special, it’s not often he offers to share with me.”

She laughed at that, and Sirius quite enjoyed the sound. He might’ve been a little jealous that her attention was right back on Harry, but to be honest Harry was the cuter one of the two, how could he possibly blame her? After a few minutes of their conversation, the young woman turned back to him, “I’m sorry for interrupting your breakfast. I’ll let you two get back to it.”

“Oh! No interruption at all. In fact I’m sure he had more fun talking with someone new, instead of just me all the time.” As soon as the words left his mouth Sirius felt a little scummy, wondering how desperate he must’ve seemed trying to throw in the fact it was just him.

“Well, I quite enjoyed talking with you as well. Im here everyday around this time if you want some company. Unfortunately, I have to run today. It was very nice meeting you, Bye-Bye. Bye-Bye.” She said she was in a hurry but Sirius noticed she took the time to wave goodbye twice to Harry and lit up with he returned the simple hand gesture. Of course after that she was off… and he didn’t even have a chance to catch her name.

He didn’t take Harry back the next day, because he didn’t want to see to desperate. However, it was the day after and it took some convincing but he did manage to get the toddler to be satisfied with a Banana and a blueberry muffin instead of their usual when they frequented the joint. Sirius was pleased to see that his plan worked when he heard a familiar voice, “I see you decided on a much more conventional breakfast choice today.”

They “ran into” each other a lot more often after that. Sirius now knew her name, she knew both of theirs and she offered the sincerest of condolences when she put two and two together. Remus told him to just ask her out for the love of god, and Sirius really contemplated it. Though, he was a little nervous… completely out of character, sure. To be fair, he hadn’t been on a proper date since Lily and James, and if he was being honest he hadn’t quite clicked with someone so well before that really. He’d hate for Harry to lose the social interactions because he somehow managed to screw up the dynamic.

He was more than shocked when he blurted it out without speaking one morning, “I was thinking about taking Harry to the cinema, I think he’d enjoy a muggle movie. You should come too if you’re free… and perhaps dinner after?”

“Yeah, that sounds fun. There’s one thing though…” (Y/N)’s normally sure sounding voice wavered slightly, “After dinner�� perhaps we could go for a drink… the two of us?”

“That sounds lovely.”

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Obvious|Remus Lupin|

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: None (shocking I know)

Summary: Perhaps they’re not as good at sneaking around as they thought.

A/N: I know this is a premise of a lot of my fics but I used a prompt generator for this so don’t blame me entirely 😂 - S

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“Did anyone see you come in?”

Remus answered with a small smile and a shake of his head. He supposed he somewhat understood the desire of their clandestine relationship. (Y/N) said it was simply, because with everything else going on in the world that was just terrible and awful she wanted something good and simple. Just them with no one else’s opinions or concerns directed their way. Remus really could see that being a plus, she was a deal younger than him and he could only imagine that their would be a few concerns about the difference in age thrown her way. It wasn’t like he was an exceptionally outgoing person who thrived off sharing every detail of his life with strangers or friends.

Though sometimes he did find the task exceptionally challenging. Remus couldn’t think of a time that he ever found her unattractive, but it there were obviously times he found her even more alluring than usual. Whether it be a particularly flattering outfit, or maybe a shade of lipstick that just complimented her well, even something as simple as styling her hair in a new fashion that he happened to quite like. Whatever it was didn’t really matter though, because Remus found himself perhaps being slightly obvious, unable to keep his eyes from flickering to her continuously throughout the meeting at 12 Grimmauld Place.

She must’ve caught on because she discreetly slipped away, allowing Remus the opportunity to follow her. (Y/N) supposed she could’ve been annoyed by hat he was being so obvious, but honestly she couldn’t help but find the man adorable, “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. I find myself usually captivated by you.” Remus drew closer to her and smiled when she wrapped her arms around him, standing on her toes so she could reach him.

“Yeah, but you’re not usually so obvious about it-“

“Yes he is! You both are!” Both of their eyes widened at the giggling outside the door… the voice could only belong to one of two people: Fred or George, but they seemed to have an audience.

(Y/N) pulled herself away from Remus before opened the door with a glare after meeting the gaze of most of the younger ‘members’. “Can I help you?”

“Oh no, we were just eavesdropping you can go back to whatever you were doing.” Fred laughed with a sheepish grin on his face. He and George seemed to have no shame, but at least Hermione, Ron and Harry seemed to look a little ashamed of being caught.

“I think the moment has been effectively ruined. Shall we?” Remus offered his hand to (Y/N). She accepting it willingly and allowed him to lead her past the group of privacy invaders. “I honestly believed we were being secretive.”

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Now You Do |Sirius Black|

Prompt: "He has a girlfriend." "I don't see her." "Turn around. Now you do."

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x Reader

A/N: I haven’t personally watched this scene so I hope I captured the general feeling of it 😂- S

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Obviously it wasn't a good idea, Sirius knew that. But it was probably harmless enough to let it play out. Sirius wouldn't let it get far enough to cause any real trouble. To be fair he wasn't even really entertaining the bold Ravenclaw girl pursuing him, he just wasn't telling her to get lost. Just like how (Y/N) hadn't found it necessary to tell that git, Daniel (or whatever the hell his name was), to get lost last Thursday.

Honestly , Sirius wasn't even paying attention to the conversation he was 'engaged' in. He simply nodded along, put in a few words when necessary and just flashed that charming grin every once in awhile that earned a giggle or two. He was much more focused on discreetly watching (Y/N) across the room.

He could tell that she'd been annoyed from the very beginning, but chose to seemingly ignore him... at first. Now, she was glaring intensely at the scene and Sirius could practically see steam coming out of her ears. Jeez, she was so cute when she was mad, though she probably wouldn't enjoy hearing that when he told her later.

He was so distracted by (Y/N) that he didn't even see the hand heading to rub on his arm affectionately. That got his attention. He pulled himself away from the stranger's touch and he would've said something, but a familiar voice beat him to the punch, "He has a girlfriend."

"I don't see her." The chuckle that followed the oblivious girl's sentence only served to make her angrier.

"Well turn around. Now you see her."

Did Sirius say cute? No, she looked more scary and- and kind of hot. He couldn't be bothered to listen to a single word she said that sent the intruder scampering away. Sirius felt a bit of a shiver when (Y/N) directed her gaze his way.

"Jeez, Sirius! Don't act like you're enjoying this so much!"

"I can't help it! You look so sexy when you're mad."

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Hey, when are we gonna get part 5 of teachers pet?

It's actually already posted! Here's a link to Teacher's Pet masterlist!

https://acciofanfics.tumblr.com/post/640935426404794368/teachers-pet-remus-lupin-x-reader-masterlist

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Three’s Company |NSFW|

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader x Remus Lupin

Warnings: NSFW, language, voyeurism (kind of I guess), poorly written dirty talk lol

A/N: Idk this is short and not really proofread or beta read (honestly not even sure how you go about finding those) and I’m kinda playing around with making this a full fic maybe multi-part or just hella long? -S

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“B-be quiet! You’re gonna- ahh- wake up R-Remus!” (Y/N)’s whisper was hushed and indeed much quieter than the loud moan Sirius let out moments prior, but Remus could definitely hear her. Loud and clear. To say he didn’t mind would be a bit of an understatement.

He felt quite guilty about eavesdropping on the couple, though the first time had been a complete accident. James has been off probably harassing Lily, Peter was always close behind him, Remus had known Sirius was probably going to be around (Y/N) so Remus had just chosen fo try and go to bed earlier. He had no idea Sirius planned on sneaking her up to their shared dorm and Remus hadn’t a clue that they were going to do THAT. By the time he put two and two together it was far too late to mention he wasn’t actually asleep. Remus had felt so terrible about unintentionally invading the couple’s privacy that he suffered through the entire night refusing to do anything about the shameful erection straining against his pajama pants.

The second, third, forth and fifth time Remus still felt guilty, but not enough to stop himself from carefully relieving some of the ache underneath his blanket. Really this wasn’t even his fault, it was Sirius’. He was the one snagging a girl 10 feet away from him. He was the one who started dating the young woman Remus had been crushing on since their second year. He was was the one calling forth every moan and whimper from her that drove Remus absolutely crazy.

“I bet he’d love to wake up and hear how good you feel, how good you make me feel.” Sirius whispered a little louder, making Remus wonder if that was his intention. (Y/N) let out a soft moan and Sirius must’ve taken that as a sign to keep talking, “You like that? You want another man to hear you? Maybe you want him to watch you?”

Remus was a little impressed with how well Sirius was able to keep a level head as he pounded into her. Remus was barely able to do it and he didn’t even get to touch or see her.

“Say his name.”

“W-what?”

“Say his name. Don’t you want him to hear you baby? See what a good girl you are? Fuck- I know you do.”

A strangled cry fell from her lips, this time though a name was strung along with it, “Remus!”

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Beg|JamesPotter|NSFW|

Pairing:James Potter x Reader

Warnings: Nothing too intense, but maybe orgasm denial, Public sex (but not really if you have a better way to put it let me know lol)

A/N: A rewrite-ish extended version of a blurb I posted awhile ago. Idk James Potter inspo struck me 🤷‍♀️ Not beta or even proofread really lol -S

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It wasn’t incredibly often that James found himself feeling absolutely helpless and it wasn’t a feeling he wasn’t entirely sure he enjoyed. What was worse was that this was entirely his fault.

Oddly enough it started with his girlfriend asking to sit beside him in a few classes and pouted that she didn’t understand why Sirius ALWAYS had to be his desk mate. James laughed finding the complaint rather cute and easily fixable, but how was he supposed to not tease her when her face looked that cute? It was then that James made his mistake and leaned over to whisper, “How do you expect me to pay attention to their lectures and keep my hands to myself when you’re sitting next to me in that skirt? You know I bet by the time class was over you’d be begging me to just take you right there on the desk in front of everyone.”

He honestly thought that would be the end of it. James even planned on surprising her and sitting next to her during their Transfiguration class later in the day. Somehow he just knew he was in trouble when (Y/N) took a seat next to him in charms… especially when she didn’t even greet him. He tried to slyly look over at his traitor of a best friend and the hushed chuckle when their gazes met only made James more suspicious of the switch… Merlin, he really hoped that she didn’t expect him to deliver on what he suggested earlier… he’d just been joking.

As the lecture started and (Y/N) resembled a model student, James relaxed a bit. If she could follow along that well and even go as far as to take notes then maybe James should take her advice and pay attention as well. He did manage to focus on the lesson for a few moments, he happened for be so into it that he hadn’t even noticed (Y/N)’s free hand slip under the table until it was on top of his thigh.

James couldn’t help, but straighten up at her touch. Through the corner of his eye he could see her smirk pointed down at her parchment as her finders slowly moved up towards his-

James coughed much louder than he had intended to, summoning multiple pairs of eyes to look back at him. He mumbled an uncharacteristically meek apology and Flitwick went back to his teaching. This might’ve been the first time James wanted to soak up every bit of knowledge being offered up to him. Really, he just wanted to latch onto anything that could keep him from thinking about his his dick that was hardening as (Y/N) palmed him through his trousers.

James waited until Flitwick was turned around before leaving over and whispering to her, “Come on babe…”

“Just pay attention.” She winked and wore a grin that let him know she was entirely pleased with herself.

The treatment only got worse in James’ opinion. He thought he would be somewhat relieved when Sirius sat next to him in the following class, but honestly he was a bit disappointed to see (Y/N) back at her usual searing arrangement. He swore he saw her grin every time he found himself looking at her.

He was actually relived when she was finally next door him again a whole class period later. He wasn’t quite thrilled to see she still planned on barely giving him attention though. Maybe he should give her a taste of her own medicine. The plan seemed solid enough until he reached for her… As soon as his finger brushed her leg she popped his hand… she popped his hand like he was a child… James could hardly believe it, but ever the good boyfriend that he was he withdrew and simply sat there. It might’ve looked like he was pouting, but James would confirm that simply wasn’t the case.

His expression softened when he felt her hand next to his leg, but she didn’t move further than that. Slowly frustration built and James swallowed his pride, and he gently grabbed her hand and placed it on his leg. He may not have been permitted to touch her at the moment, but that didn’t sway him at all from wanting her hands on him.

Her hand remained stationary for awhile until their professor turned his back. She took the opportunity to scoot a little closer so she’d have an easier time whispering quietly to him, “You want something from me?”

Really? Like she didn’t know what she wanted. He bit his tongue metaphorically, trying to hold onto the slightest bit of dignity, but it was hard… she was right there and it’d be so easy for her to- He supposed he now had a better understanding of how she felt all those times he’d gone out of his way to rile her up. Except he couldn’t recall being so mean! He never started things he didn’t intend to finish, and her normally gave in with the slightest bit of indignation. (Y/N) seemed content to wait as long as it took. “Bloody hell, will you just touch me already please?!”

Had they been in a different setting she might’ve been more apt to push him a little further, perhaps ask for specifics. For now she would be satisfied with the vague answer, “Good boy.”

His cock twitched a bit at the praise and it took every ounce of willpower and strength he had not to moan out when her palm was resting back against it. The embarrassment of being caught red-handed would’ve been excruciating obviously, but the real trouble came from if he was too loud then she would surely stop and the thought of that was horrible. An unimaginable thought really, because even though DADA was usually his favorite subject the only thing he could think about was claiming that release that he was denied earlier.

James supposed he must’ve had a tell the he didn’t know about. Maybe it was how he suddenly tensed under her touch. Or maybe how his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was gripping his quill. Whatever it was it must’ve given him away because as soon as he was about to tip right over the edge she stopped. She stopped. Again. James let out a breath he wasn’t even aware he felt the warmth of her hand abandon him yet again.

James thought he was about do combust… he did think about heading to any empty restroom or closer and taking care of it himself, but something about the mischievous grin on her face kept him glued to his chair. Kept him just waiting.

He really tried to be patient as could, but as soon as the lesson was over he found himself pulling her into the first unused room he found and whipping out his wand to cast a quick: colloportus.

“James! We’re gonna be late!” She scolded him, but the giggle seemed to be proof enough she wasn’t actually that concerned about any tardiness.

“I could not care less! What are you doing to me and why?! Is your plan to do this all day? I don’t think I can bloody take it-“

“That’s funny I thought you said this morning I’d be begging you.” A wicked smile spread across her face and James knew he’d lost, but fuck he didn’t care. Whatever she wanted from him he’d give it to her. If she wanted him to beg then he’d be on his knees in a second.

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Starting Over

We’ve been MIA on this page for awhile now... our interests, motivation and writing styles have changed a lot in that time. However, we don’t want to abandon this page, but it’s been hard to just come back when this isn’t really fitting our style anymore. So! In the next couple of days we’re really gonna work on a complete overhaul of this page, with some of our new works and stuff. We’re not deleting all of our old posts, we’ll keep the old masterlist linked on the new one! We’ll always appreciate all the support we got on this page! Love you guys ☺️

-S & C

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One More (James Potter) SMUT

Pairing: James Potter x FemReader

Summary: This is just porn with literally no plot.

Warnings: SMUT, language, overstimulation? Unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it) Idk what else to tag it with?

A/N: I know it’s been forever, and I’m sorry! I just had this idea in my head though and it wasn’t going away so I just wrote it lol it’s short and not proofread so hopefully it’s not that bad - S

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There were several things in this world that James loved. His family and friends, quidditch, his school (even now that he was an alumni), his job- The list could go on and on really. Sure there were things not right with the world, and he’d do anything to fix it. But in these moments it was easy to forget almost all of those things: good or bad. No, when he had the woman he might argue he loved the most writhing in his arms his mind was void of any substance that wasn’t pulling pleasure from her.

Something between a smirk and a genuine smile was perched on his face as he watched (Y/N) fall apart under his touch. She didn’t know the expression, she couldn’t. Her eyes were screwed shut tightly as James used his fingers to coax another orgasm out of her. A groan escaped his own lips when his name left hers as a strangled cry. He had larger plans, but he just couldn’t contain himself anymore.

He quickly moved to line himself up with her, but he couldn’t resist taking just a moment to admire her and his handy work. Her face and chest were flushed, hair splayed messily over the sheets and her bottom lip was red and swollen since she was chewing in it in an attempt to keep her voice down. “Merlin, you’re so pretty Ike this...” James cooed as he started running the top of his cock across her slick folds.

He earned a whimper from (Y/N) when he paid a little more attention to her clit. “T-Too much... I can’t.” It was probably pathetic that she couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence, but it was... just too much. The first time when she came on his lips and tongue was sooo good. Then he replaced his mouth with his fingers and she came a second time (only moments ago mind you). It left her unable to think straight.

“Come on, baby, just one more. Can you give me one more?” James’ tone was almost sweet, and all (Y/N) could do was nod lamely.

That was all he needed. The couple moaned in unison as James slid his cock into her with minimal resistance. He sand her praises as he thrust into her. How good she was being. How well she took him. How amazing she felt. And god when he snapped his hips just right and hit that spot it was suddenly too much again- “Oh!”

“Is that it, love? Is that how you like it?” James repeated his actions. Obviously he knew the answer, if it wasn’t for previous experiences then it was blatantly obvious if he looked at her face. He never wanted to make her cry, but when he saw a few tears on her eyelashes... well scratch that. Maybe he did like making her cry when it was only because he knew her body so well. A weird sense of pride swelled within his chest knowing she was literally tearing up from how much pleasure she was in. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Please...” At this point she wasn’t even sure what she was begging him for. All she knew was she needed something. James dipped his right hand between her legs and roughly circled the swollen bundle of nerves. He kept tightening that coil in her until it finally snapped once more.

James pounded into the woman relentlessly, chasing his own high. Her walls clenching around him and her sons of euphoria definitely fast tracked it. He thrust into her a few more times before his hips stilled and her came into her with a low grunt, “Fuck...”

Taglist: @harrypotter289 @levylovegood @whimsicallymad @sapphicnoodle69

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Beg (James Potter) NSFW

Summary: James might just have to eat his words after insinuating it would be (Y/N) begging.

Pairing: Young James Potter x FemReader

Warnings: Not smut, but NSFW? Public teasing, Not proofread, slight language and hella short

A/N: It’s been awhile so it’s definitely not a refined piece of work, but idk I saw a TikTok and got inspired 😂 -S

—————————————————————— James Potter found himself in a bit of a pickle. One that he wasn’t sure how or if honestly he really wanted to dig himself out of. (Y/N) had complained at breakfast that James would rather spend time with Sirius than her and if that wasn’t true why couldn’t there be one class that they shared where he sat with her instead of his best friend. It was then that James dug his grave... he had leaned over the table and explained that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to sit with her, he just couldn’t. How could she expect him to pay attention to their lectures and keep his hands to himself when she was sitting next to him in that skirt? No, James was certain that before the class was over he’d have her begging him to take her right on the desk in front of the whole class.

He swallowed hard when (Y/N) plopped down beside him. It had taken a fair bit of convincing to get Sirius to switch with her for the day, but she’d done it. She smiled to herself and let him ignore her presence for the time being. Who would’ve thought that James Potter, star quidditch player, head boy, and notorious and frequent class disrupter, was all talk.

Maybe he had nothing to worry about. It seemed to James as if perhaps (Y/N) had completely forgotten all about his words in the great hall. She seemed quite tuned in with Professor Flitwick’s lecture, even taking notes. James should probably take her advice and focus on their lesson rather than worrying. He could do that, and he did for a few moments. For a few moments James actually listened. He hadn’t even seen (Y/N)‘s free hand slip under their desk and he tensed slightly when he felt it on his upper thigh.

(Y/N) smirked slightly down at her parchment when James straightened up under her touch. Her fingers slowly trailed up his leg until she reached his-

James coughed much louder than he had intended to, summoning multiple pairs of eyes to look back at him. He mumbled a meek apology and Flitwick went back to his teaching. James probably for the first time desperately wanted to soak up every bit of knowledge being offered to him and be a model student. If he could focus on charms then he wouldn’t be thinking about his dick that was hardening as (Y/N) palmed him through his trousers.

He bit lip trying his best to keep quiet and dared to steal a glance at the woman torturing him. It seemed absolutely unfair that she seemed so calm and was even able to continue her notes all the while she was making him want to explode. James had been praying that she would quit as soon as it started... but he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the fact that she abruptly pulled her hand away. That was even more cruel than continuing!

James waited until Flitwick was turned around before leaning over and whispering to (Y/N), “Come on babe....”

“Maybe if you beg.” She winked and wore a grin that let him know she was entirely pleased with herself.

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A Bludger To The Head (Young Remus Lupin x Reader)

Request:

Pairing: Young Remus Lupin x FemReader

Warnings: Very minimal language.

A/N: So I will warn the only injury that popped into my head that was quidditch related is kind of a ripoff of Oliver Wood’s experience 😂 -S

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Remus felt absolutely terrible. It’d been officially over twenty-four hours since he’d last seen (Y/N) and he just knew that she hated him now. She was always so proud and excited to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team; she looked so forward to every match. He knew exactly how much it meant to her, and he missed it. And for what reason? Stupid potions homework. He was behind after a particularly rough full moon that left him in Madam Pomfrey’s care for a few days. “Have you guys seen (Y/N)... I think she might be mad at me.”

James and Sirius shot him a sheepish grin and Peter picked nervously at a piece of buttered toast. Remus thought the behavior a little off admittedly, but James spoke as if nothing were wrong, “I’d just give her some space. She’ll come around in a day or two.”

“Oh! Really? Remus, she’s in the hospital wing... she got hurt during the game yesterday. I was going to check on her after breakfast-“ Lily told the poor boy the truth. She guessed that he didn’t hear much after: hospital wing, because he had quickly gotten up from the table and left.

Remus was in the Hospital Wing in only a minute or so. It was only moments then that he spotted her. She was lying unconscious with a bandage wrapped around her head. Remus pulled up a chair and there he sat. He wasn’t there when it happened, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t there when she awoke.

James, Sirius and Peter joined him shortly after his arrival. Apparently (Y/N), his dear sweet fragile girlfriend, had copped a bludger to the head right before the snitch was caught (James included that detail that Remus found completely unnecessary). Madam Pomfrey explained she would be sore, but okay and would probably come to by the morning, so the boys had decided it might be best to just inform Remus later, preferably when he was caught up on his schooling. Needless to say, Remus was less than pleased with their actions.... they didn’t stay too long.

Lily had come though, just like she said. A few other of (Y/N)’s friends had dropped in to check on her, but they didn’t stay long either. Maybe Remus hadn’t been the best of company given his lack of desire to return their small talk. It wasn’t long at all before he was left alone by her bedside.

Realistically there was nothing Remus could’ve done had he been there. Nothing he could’ve done to prevent the bludger from crashing into her her. Nothing to stop her body from catapulting off her broom and towards the ground. Still the knowledge of knowing how powerless he wouldn’t been didn’t make him feel better and he still felt he should’ve been there.

“Ow...” (Y/N) started stirring and Remus immediately shot up from his chair and stood close enough she would see him when she opened her eyes, “Remus? Damn... I have a hell of a headache.”

“Oh! You’re awake! Are you okay? I’ve worried sick- wait! Do you need anything? Do I need to get Madam Promfrey?” Honestly he has don’t meant to barrage her as soon as she woke up, but he just needed to know she was okay. Also, he wanted her to know he was there and he would get anything she needed, anything at all.

“I’m okay,” she chuckled, “Did we win?”

“Yes, but-“

“Totally worth it then.” She joked, trying to ease his fussing.

“That’s not funny.” Remus scolded, “I thought- I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve been there and-“

“Merlin, Rem! You’re in here every month for far worse than this.” She could definitely relate to his concern, but this was nothing and she didn’t want him worked up over... well, nothing.

“But this is YOU and I was worried...” Remus dropped his head a bit. (Y/N) wasn’t supposed to be the one who got hurt... and if this was what she felt like every month then the young woman was nothing short of a saint being able to put up with it this long.

(Y/N) scooted over to the edge of the small mattress and patted the spot beside her, “Come on.”

Reluctantly Remus crawled in beside her. He’d done the exact same thing for her almost every time he was laid up in the bed. It always made her feel better, so maybe it’d do the same for him. It did work a little bit, “Just don’t get hurt anymore please?”

“You think James could give me a rundown of the match? I don’t remember much.”

“I’d reckon he’d enjoy that.” Remus answered. He wasn’t thrilled she’d ignored his request, but supposed that wasn’t something she could actually promise. But even though she couldn’t promise her eternal safety, he could promise that if she ever landed herself in a similar spot, he’d be in the same one: right by her side.

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Yule Ball (Young Sirius Black x Reader)

Request:

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x FemReader

Warnings: I don’t think there’s much here? Potential OOC Sirius.

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Sirius was awestruck by the sight in front of him. (Y/N)’s heels clicked against the concrete as she descended the stairs. Her body was cradled by a gown that gleamed and must’ve been made especially for her because it looked absolutely and utterly perfect. Then there was the way her hair and makeup had been styled, that made her look like someone straight out of a romance novel, someone straight out of Sirius’ fantasies. There was one more thing, but it was something he didn’t enjoy at all. The way Dimitri kissed her hand when (Y/N) placed hers in his...

Sirius found himself intentionally ruining his evening. It’s started with watching (Y/N) dance in another guy’s arms. That one hadn’t been entirely his fault. Her date, Dimitri, was the Durmstrang Champion and along with the two others had center stage for the first dance of the night. The rest of the night though, well that had been him. He ignored James, Remus and Peter’s pleas to enjoy the ball and instead focused on being absolutely sick with the way (Y/N) took delight in hers. James even offered up an idea of spiking the punch with a little fire whiskey while McGonagall wasn’t paying attention, but Sirius had declined that too in favor of simply glaring at the couple he’d been focused on.

Remus looked over at his friend and sighed, “I know you don’t want to hear this... but what exactly did you expect?”

Sirius knew exactly what he expected, or rather hoped. She would wait until he asked her, because he really did plan on asking her! “Perhaps not saying yes to the first foreign bloke to ask her!”

“Yes, how could she want a date when no one else asked her.” Remus was really putting a damper on his jealous sulking. “It’s not of my business, but it’s not exactly fair to fault someone for something they don’t know.”

Sirius knew Remus was right, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Just worse actually, like maybe he’d missed his chance and it was entirely his fault. But bloody hell, he thought it had been insanely obvious he was going to ask her! He had just been looking for the right way. “Yes?”

(Y/N) frowned at the greeting. Honestly, she’d been having a lovely time, regardless of not being able to go with the person she’d originally wanted. The only thing that she hadn’t been thrilled over was the fact, Sirius didn’t seem to be in the same boat. He’d been sitting at a table all night and if anyone knew Sirius, they would know how extraordinarily out of the ordinary that was. “You seemed a little out of it... I was just checking on you.”

“I’m fine so I guess you wasted your time.”

“Clearly.” (Y/N) turned quickly on her heels, quite upset by his harsh tone. When Remus went to ask how the conversation went, she simply offered an unconvincing smile and informed him she needed to run to the restroom. Her glassy and slightly reddened eyes definitely revealed more.

Yet another fun thing about the magical night. Sirius waited in the hallways, hoping to catch (Y/N) and apologize. When Remus asked him if making her cry was part of some revenge plan, Sirius knew he’d royally messed up. Sirius couldn’t fault her abrasive tone what so ever, “What?”

“I’m sorry... I might’ve been a bit of an arse.”

“A bit?”

“A lot. I’m sorry...” Sirius knew his apology would be more sincere if he’d just swallow his pride and finally tell her what was going through his head, “I didn’t like seeing you with Dimitri.”

She rolled her eyes, “It is not a betrayal on Hogwarts to be nice to the other schools!”

Her exasperated voice let Sirius know that James wasn’t lying about telling her what he thought of her dating choices. He honestly thought he’d been joking to try and make his best friend feel better, but clearly James hadn’t. That didn’t really surprise him though and he chuckled a bit, “No, it’s not. I was jealous...”

“You didn’t ask me.” (Y/N) defended bluntly. She had waited and waited and when he didn’t ask, she finally agreed.

“I was going to!”

“When? The day before?”

“I know! I’m sorry, I should’ve asked! I learned my lesson, trust me.”

(Y/N) didn’t know if she really believed him, but she did know she hated being at odds with him. “Would you like to dance?”

“You forgive me then?”

Sirius flashed her a charming grin when she informed him that it depended on well he danced.

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An Arrangement (Regulus Black x Reader)

Request:

Pairing: Regulus Black x FemReader

Warnings: None I think?

A/N: So I’ve never written or ready anything for Regulus so I’m not sure but it’s very possible this is OOC. 😬 -S

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(Y/N) felt quite powerless as she sat on Orion and Walburga Black’s floral living room couch. Currently she was sitting next to their youngest son, Regulus, but still she felt quite isolated or at the very least ignored. Her and Regulus were too young to be worrying about the details, but they weren’t too young to make an unbreakable vow once the ‘adults’ had finished the business arrangements. (Y/N) hadn’t even been asked what she thought of the whole ordeal... no, her mother had just been too excited and informed her that she and Walburga had been talking and it’d been decided that Regulus and she would make a lonely match. Wouldn’t it be great to have a wealthy, pure-blood wizard promised to marry her right after they graduated?

“You look quite thrilled.” Regulus broke the silence, speaking not in a whisper but also not in a tone too loud that it might disrupt their parents.

How could she be? She really didn’t have much of a choice in the matter? Even if she found herself attracted to her classmate (which he did, as did many others in her year), that didn’t mean she was in love with him. “You are?”

“Sure,” Regulus offered the girl a somewhat reassuring smile. Of course he had a few doubts himself, but (Y/N) fit the bill for what he’d be looking for when he was ready to marry. Plus, he loathed the idea of disappointing his mother. “Why not? I’ll get to be married to a woman who looks like you with little to no effort. Our children will be gorgeous.”

(Y/N) chuckled at his attempted flattery and briefly wondered if there were any truth to the sentiment. “I suppose it’ll be easier.”

“There shouldn’t be any in-law strife.” Regulus added.

“Definitely not... though, I wonder does this mean we won’t be dating other people now?” She did feel briefly embarrassed by the thought she’d blurted out, but honestly she was curious. Geoff (a fellow Slytherin) would be quite disappointed, they’d been exchanging letters all summer.

“You know personally, I’d prefer if my fiancé didn’t have a boyfriend.” Regulus hadn’t been great at sharing. Being the youngest and his parents’ pride and joy he didn’t do it much. He’d extend the same courtesy.

“Okay.” (Y/N) nodded in agreement. While she didn’t know if she was 100% keen on the idea, but on the off chance she were to fall in love with someone else it’d make going through with the whole ordeal a lot harder.

“Regulus, darling, bring (Y/N) in the dining room, we’re ready for you two!” Walburga’s voice called out.

Regulus stood and offered his hand to his apparently soon to be wife, “Ready?”

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Teacher’s Pet (Remus Lupin x Reader) Part 4

Summary:  (Y/N) wants to be a professor at Hogwarts. Dumbledore offers her a chance to intern and figure out what she wants to do… hopefully she’ll make it through the year.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Younger FemReader

Warnings: Age Gap, eventual smut, probably language.

A/N: I’m struggling with whether I should make this a longer series and try to keep a lot of canon movie moments or skip around and go ahead and get to the point??

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(Y/N) didn’t know if she’d ever catch Remus Lupin in the Three Broomsticks. She didn’t imagine the man to have a personal vendetta against the establishment, just that he never seemed to have a lot of time recently to wander. Of course, it hasn’t been (Y/N) to spot Remus in the first place. It had been the other way around and Remus pondered if he should disturb the woman tucked away in the corner booth. Considering how rude it would’ve been to simply walk away knowing she’d mentioned having a drink with him before, Remus made his way to the table, “May I?”

(Y/N) looked up from a book. Her face immediately reflecting a look of pleasantness, “Of course! Didn’t think you ever made it off the castle grounds?”

He didn’t blame her curiosity. He rarely did lately. Remus had taken on giving some lessons to Harry on how to deal with dementors (Merlin knew the boy clearly needed them with all the run ins). Remus also enjoyed spending time with Harry when he had a chance. He just reminded Remus so much of Lily and James... plus with Sirius on the loose... well, he just thought it best to stay close to Hogwarts, just in case. Remus shook himself from his mental rambling, “It has been awhile... what do you say to me buying you a drink as a proper thanks for all those essays? What’ll you have?”

Remus noticed a mug of butter beer in front of the girl that was nearing empty. Though it was a loved beverage of witches and wizards of all ages, he didn’t want to be too presumptuous. Perhaps she’d had her fill already. However, he wasted no time in procuring two glasses of the drink when she confirmed she could go for another. He walked slowly back to the booth, careful not to slosh by foam towering over the rim. He also took notice of a few students scurrying away when he got closer. Their young faces gleaming with excitement, showing their motives. Remus slid a butter beer in front of (Y/N) before sliding himself in the seat opposite of her, “Some admirers I see?”

“Quite normal, probably. We’ve all had crushes on a teach or I guess someone in a similar position rather. I’m sure even you can relate?”

He could recall a few girls a few years ahead of him, which he supposed might’ve been similar. “I can’t really remember any of I did. And you? Gilderoy Lockheart was the professor last year, right? I hear many young witches fancied him.”

Remus wasn’t sure why he was prying for an answer he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted. It wouldn’t be like anything would happen between them... still he thought it might sting a little to hear that her type was the complete opposite of him.

“I won’t lie, I definitely thought about it, but I think it was more about the idea of it... that man was bloody awful, not a big shock he ended up at St. Mungos...” (Y/N) took a sip of the warm liquid. Though there was only a tiny bit of alcohol in butter beer, this hadn’t been her first. That must’ve been the reason she decided to speak so brazenly, “Of course, if you had been my professor, it would’ve been a different story entirely.”

Remus coughed, quite taken back by the bluntness of her words. Though he couldn’t lie he felt quite prideful and hope she was not simply pulling his leg. “Is that so?”

“You find that surprising?”

Remus nodded, not lying at all. He’d had a few partners in the past, but he still often found it surprising there were people in the world attracted to him. Sure, after all this time he’d come to terms with who he was, but he’d never really expected others to do so as well. Of course, Remus had to remind himself that (Y/N) didn’t know a lot about him at all. It was probably better for both of them that way.

“You shouldn’t. I mean if I’m attracted to you know, I don’t know why I wouldn’t have been then.” (Y/N)’s logic made perfect sense, but even having a moment to think while she downed the rest of her drink, Remus couldn’t think of anything clever to say.

“How many of those have you had?”

(Y/N) laughed and stood to her feet, “Maybe one too many? Don’t worry, I’ve never been quite fond of making the first move. You’re safe from my advances so long as you choose to be.”

“Leaving already?” Remus chose to ignore the confession and hoped she wasn’t really going to leave him alone to go over everything in his head.

“Yeah- sorry! I know you just got here, but Professor McGonagall asked me to do a sweep for any straggling students and their curfew is getting close. Better me find them than Filch.”

He nodded in agreement and said his farewells then watched the young woman leave the restaurant (tapping a few of the younger patrons in the shoulder as she went). Remus wasn’t quite sure what to think. He had his suspicions, obviously. But now (Y/N) has blatantly confirmed them. It would’ve been much easier to ignore his attraction if he didn’t know it was definitely not one-sided. Now he’d just have to rely on his willpower not to act knowing that he simply shouldn’t. Why was it that knowing you shouldn’t always made you want it more?

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Teacher’s Pet (Remus Lupin x Reader) Part 3

Summary: (Y/N) wants to be a professor at Hogwarts. Dumbledore offers her a chance to intern and figure out what she wants to do… hopefully she’ll make it through the year.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x FemReader

Warnings: Age Gap, Eventual Smut, and probably language.

A/N: So I know this is short and really not that eventful! I have an idea for the next chapter to speed things up a bit 😂 -S

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Remus wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing or not doing in this situation, but he was struggling with the contemplation for sure. He couldn’t recall being in a situation where he was so drawn to a co-worker that he worried about professionalism. Or really a job that he enjoyed enough he worried about the consequences... Dumbledore had been accommodating enough to allow him to teach and deal with his... predicament. Remus didn’t take advantage of the headmaster’s good graces too much by allowing his attraction for the pretty young intern to be another controversial mark on his resume. Though, he would admit it was hard on occasions.

“No offense Professor, but you look bloody awful.” (Y/N)’s words were a bit harsh, and a tiny bit humorous (they earned a chuckle from Remus), her voice was laced with concern. She noticed how absolutely exhausted Remus looked, and a few seemingly fresh scratches on his face.

“I’m fine, just recovering from being under the weather I suppose. I feel much better, really. “Remus cracked a small smile at the woman, as he sat down. It wasn’t entirely a lie, because he really didn’t feel great. Still, nothing for her to be overly concerned about, but he guessed she wouldn’t really know that.

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better.” She looked over her shoulder briefly before speaking again, “I didn’t know if I could handle another day of double Snape lectures.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Remus chuckled once more and then got a look at his desk... mounds of rolls of parchments. Luckily for him, Snape has instructed all of Remus’ students to leave their ‘homework’ right where he could find it when he got back, “Kept them busy I see?”

“Essays on werewolves.” (Y/N) filled him in. She thought the subject was a bit silly since none of the classes were on that subject quite yet. Judging by the look on Remus’ face he seemed to agree. The normally easy going expression the professor wore showed a tinge of annoyance. “If you’re okay with it though, I wouldn’t mind looking over them?”

“That’s quite a lot...” Remus definitely appreciated the sentiment. It was a hell of one looking at the pile, but he hated the idea of passing on the work.

“Really, I don’t mind. I mean I’m already refreshed on the material.” She offered a reassuring smile, she just wanted to ease a bit of the suffering (given how utterly tired he looked), “Honestly, it’s not like I have anything better to tonight.”

Reluctantly, he agreed. He felt even more terrible once the students came in and once she realized there wasn’t much help he required she got a head start on the reading. As guilty as he felt letting her take the lead on the massive work, it didn’t quite stop him from admiring how concentrated she seemed on the words. He couldn’t help but notice the way the corner of her lip fell under her teeth as her eyes darted across the parchment...

“Professor?”

Remus cleared his throat, “Yes! Sorry! You had a question?”

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Tutor (Neville Longbottom x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is struggling with herbology and Hermione has the perfect tutor in mind.

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x FemReader

Warnings: None? A totally made up exam for herbology for plot.

A/N: Another prompt from a prompt generator that I thought would be cute and since I haven’t written for Neville before (*gasp* the horror! I know) I thought it would be a good fit. -S

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It was quite frustrating for (Y/N)... she fancied herself to be quite good with most of her classes. She would never claim to be as brilliant as Hermione, but she thought she had good marks. Decent enough to get a good start on life! Well... except one class she’d been struggling with since year one and now during her sixth year the class had only gotten harder. “Honestly... I hate herbology! Why is it always this hard for me?”

Hermione watched her exasperated classmate vent about the practical exam they would be coming up and how she had no bloody idea how she would pull it off. Hermione found the subject easy enough, but knew there were just some areas others excelled and struggled with, she hadn’t ever been sure she would get through their flying classes. “Have you considered getting some tutoring for the subject?”

“Oh would you?!” (Y/N)’s eyes sparkled with a new sort of hope! How had the idea never crossed her mind?!

Hermione had the marks to do so, sure... but when she caught a glimpse of another fellow housemate sneaking a few looks at (Y/N), well she just couldn’t help herself. It was hardly meddling in someone’s life, and everything she was going to say wouldn’t be a lie, per say. “You know, herbology isn’t my best class either... What about Neville? He’s quite gifted at it I hear?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flickered towards him. She hadn’t a single quarrel with him... though he might feel the opposite. Honesty, (Y/N) just didn’t think he fancied her that much given the small amount of time he’d ever seemed comfortable enough to spend with her. “You think he would?”

“Oh, I’m sure! You know he’s just a bit shy, if you asked him I know he’d do it.” Hermione smiled, hoping she was truly helping and not going to ruin things. She’d heard Seamus lightly teasing him about the crush not too long ago, and well it just seemed to the perfect opportunity.

(Y/N) nodded and walked over to the other side of the common room where Neville was perched with a few other Gryffindor’s. She had to admit she felt a bit nervous when she spoke and the eyes of the whole group were on her, “Hey, Neville! I just had a quick question for you.”

“Sure.” He managed to squeak out without hopefully sounding too pathetic.

“We have that herbology test coming up next week and well it’s no secret I’m bloody awful. Hermione thought I should ask you to help me study?” (Y/N) made sure to throw out Hermione’s name, she was closer to him and hopefully if nothing else he’s do it as a favor to her.

Neville muttered out some more sure’s and nods of agreement until the girl happily skipped off. He wondered if he should be feeling some sort of sentiments of thankfulness or anger towards Hermione who had landed him in a predicament where he would have to be alone with the one person he’d harbored quite a crush on since their 3rd year. Because now he would have to do that... he was scheduled to meet her in the greenhouse after dinner tomorrow and help her and he could probably count on two hands the times he’d talked to her in all of their years at Hogwarts.

He still hadn’t decided if he was feeling dread or excitement the next day, as he was walking into the greenhouse. Maybe a little of both, he determined when (Y/N) smiled up at him from a seat she’d taken at one of the garden tables. “Hey Neville! I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into... I might be a lost cause.”

He chuckled at her joke and attempt to lighten the mood. “Professor Sprout expects us to be able to propagate a Moly plant, so I guess the best place to start would be there?”

(Y/N) just smiled and nodded... she really hoped that he didn’t ask her to go fetch said plant. She really should’ve looked at the book a little more so she didn’t make a complete arse of herself. She hadn’t the foggiest idea what a Moly was... she thought propagation might be growing something from something else? Wait! They had to collect this for Snape last year as a homework assignment.... “Moly... has the blue flowers?”

“White flowers.” Neville corrected as gently as he could, bringing a pot containing the distinct looking plant. With a black stem and a quite pretty white bloom, Neville did wonder how she could forget it. She nodded defeated, “Do you remember what it’s for?”

“Can you just assume I know nothing? It might make this a bit less embarrassing.” (Y/N) chuckled, face slightly flushed by the mixup.

Neville didn’t want her to be embarrassed, but of course he definitely knew the feeling. So while he wasn’t happy to see her in such a state, he did find it made her a bit more approachable. By the end of their first study session, Neville found himself capable of answering her questions without stumbling over his words.

Then by the second day, something utterly amazing happened. (Y/N) was trying to get a clipping off of the Moly plant, “Right here?”

She held her shears incredible close to the leaf, and waited for Neville’s instruction.

“A little closer to the stem...” Her hands went all the way to the stem, “That’s a little too close. Here, let me help...”

Cautiously, he grabbed hold of her hand and quite gently moved her shears to the appropriate spot. He tried not to focus on how her skin felt against his and played off the smile on his face as mirrored enjoyment of her success at procuring a successful clipping.

Their study sessions had shortened a bit after planting, but still she would ask him a few questions and get Neville to show her a few other things. And on the fifth day, there was a sprout in the terra-cotta pot she’d buried the clipping. “Oh my goodness! We did it! It’s actually growing!”

“I think that would be a successful propagation... you should do well on exam.” Neville mirrored the smile she wore, though it was a great deal smaller. Truthfully, he was a bit bummed out by the fact she no longer would require his attention in the afternoons.

“Oh! I’m just so happy! I could kiss you!” Her fussing over the small budding plant would’ve probably been considered quite overdone to most anyone, but Neville was much more focused on her words.

Kiss him? Without thinking about it Neville simply spoke, “You’re very welcome to do so...”

(Y/N) looked over at his reddened face and grinned. Herbology may have been her vice, but she wasn’t completely daft, and she had quickly started to piece together Hermione’s choice in tutoring was a little more than Neville’s aptitude for the subject. She didn’t mind though, Neville was quite sweet now that’d she spent a little time with him and he was cute. (Y/N) turned around and stood on her toes to grab hold of his face. She pulled his lips flush against hers.

Neville didn’t speak when she pulled away and loosened her grip on him. He was far too busy being utterly shocked at what had transpired.

“I hope you’ll let me buy you a Butterbeer or something? You know as a thanks?” (Y/N) giggled when he nodded his head, “Once this exam is over then maybe I can take you out properly.”

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