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could you do one where harry is like really confused with his sexuality and is ranting to sirius and lupin and stops in the middle and says "i think im bi" or something and they're really supportive and help him, also harry doesn't know that theyre a thing and finds out

posted :)

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Imagine trying to convince Bellatrix to punish you instead of Hermione...

might be a bit cringy but hope you enjoy :)

Bloodcurdling screams echoed through the entire Malfoy Manor. Hermione laid defenseless on the floor with her hands thrashing onto the ground as Bellatrix repeatedly shot the Cruciatus curse at my girlfriend. My arms burned from the grip Malfoy had on me, but I couldn’t have cared less. All I wanted was to rescue the love of my life from the disgusting snake’s hands and bring her back to safety. 

“Please, stop! I took your sword. I broke into your vault and stole it,” I shouted at the cruel woman. Her dark brown eyes sharply turned to meet mine in an intense gaze. She let the curse go and Hermione’s screams mild to painful sobs. “I stole it, not her.” 

“Oh, you should’ve told me that when I asked or your little girlfriend wouldn’t be getting a new little scar. But you are a bloodtraitor, so you’ll get your dues,” she said in a vile tone before kneeling down beside Hermione and pushing her head down while using her knife to write something on her arm. The screams continued making my blood run cold. I pushed against Draco, trying my hardest to get free of his grasp and finally gave up trying to pull away, instead, I turned around and kicked him between the legs. 

He quickly doubled and fell to his knees in pain. But I wasn’t free for long. Soon I felt the most excruciating pain running through my entire body as if I were on fire and simultaneously being stabbed over and over again. Harry had once tried to describe the pain but no words could ever comprehend the agony. 

The only thing I was happy about was that Hermione was being left alone...for now. The pain mild for merely a second before another wave hit my flesh. I cried out in pain and writhed on the floor. My vision was black as I clamped my eyes shut. Then the pain was fleeting and I heard the sound of heels. 

“Get the goblin.” Her voice echoed. It didn’t take long before I could hear more pairs of shoes walking around and I was finally able to open my eyes without the fear of getting cursed. I looked over and saw Hermione already looking at me. Tears slid down her pale face making my heart throb. I reached out a hand and started to slowly inch closer to her without drawing any attention. 

I finally reached a distance where I could reach her soft skin and could wipe the tears off her face gently. Hermione’s gaze never faded. Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on me as I tried to stay composed. 

“I love you,” I mouthed to her. She grabbed my hand tightly. 

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

And that was the moment I knew that no matter what we would face in the next couple of seconds or days, I was going to be by her side. Whether it be living or dead. 

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Imagine Harry trying to come out to his godfather...

This is for the person who requested. I know this isn’t completely accurate, but I wrote this at like two in the morning so I changed the timeline a little :) hope you enjoy!!

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Harry was finally going to do it. He was finally going to tell his godfather that he’s bisexual. And god was he nervous. After a long train ride of him bouncing his leg and tapping his knees with his fingers and driving his best friends insane, he was finally home in London for the holidays. 

It was murky and cold as they all climbed off the Hogwarts Express with their luggage. Standing by one of the pillars was the Weasley parents wearing big smiles and thick scarves. Ron, Ginny, and the twins ran to them and engulfed their parents in big hugs. Hermione’s parents were also by the pillar so she rushed toward them with a small giggle and embraced them tightly. 

Harry stood by himself for a moment watching all the kids rushing to their parents like magnets. They all wore wide grins and let out happy laughs. And although the image in front of Harry hit on that sensitive nerve in his heart, he knew that the Weasleys were just as happy to see him as they were to see their own children. So Harry walked over to the two redheads with his luggage and gave them both big hugs. 

“Alright, kids, let’s get back to HQ,” Mr. Weasley clasped his hands together and gestured toward the parking lot. They all miraculously fit all of their luggage in the trunk and all the kids in the backseat. Mr. Weasley drove through the streets of London to 12 Grimmauld Place. 

When they all arrived, all the boys unpacked the luggage and carried it all inside. Harry brought in his trunk and set it down on the bench at the end of one of the beds next to Ron’s. But Harry didn’t want to unpack, he wanted to go see Sirius. 

So Harry jogged down the old wooden steps and just as he reached the last step, the kitchen door opened and Sirius walked out with a smug smile on his face with Remus behind him in the doorway. Harry jumped down and grinned widely at his godfather before he wrapped his arms tightly around the man. 

“How are you, my boy?” Sirius smiled at his godson. 

“Good, good,” Harry replied. Mrs. Wealsey walked past them into the kitchen with all the Weasley ducklings walking behind her. “Sirius, can I talk to you later tonight?” 

“Of course.” 

Mrs. Weasley’s dinner was fantastic and after two rounds of Wizarding Chess with Ron, Harry was ready to talk with Sirius. Ron was also yawning constantly and falling asleep as he was sitting up so Harry knew that he wasn’t going to be staying up a lot longer. 

“Night, Harry,” Ron said and pulled up the comforter to his chin. 

“Night, Ron,” Harry responded and turned out the lights before jogging down the stairs again. On the way down, he ran into Ginny and gave her a polite goodnight. 

A dim light was emitted from the kitchen from the small lit candles that were placed on the table. Inside the kitchen, Sirius sat by himself with only a glass of alcohol in his hand. A smile spread on his face when he noticed Harry lingering in the doorway. 

Harry hadn’t realized how nervewracking this was. He had obviously been thinking about it since he saw Sirius in the summer but he hadn’t thought about how he was going to tell him. 

“So, Harry, what did you want to talk about?” Sirius asked and gestured for Harry to sit down opposite him. Harry nervously sat down and started to tap his fingers against the wood table. 

“Uh, well, I’ve just,” Harry started, “I’ve been thinking for the past couple of years about, well, relationships. And I guess I’ve come to the realization that...Sirius, I think I’m bisexual.” 

Sirius looked back at Harry, his face going blank for a second and Harry instantly felt disappointed in himself but then a smile started to form on his godfather’s face. A smile of pure happiness and acceptance. There was not a single tint of discomfort or discouragement, only pure glee. 

“Harry, that’s great. I’m so proud of you,” Sirius said with a wide grin. He stood up and waved toward himself, gesturing for Harry to join him on the other side of the table. Harry stood up, overwhelmed with happiness, and joined him on the other side. They hugged tightly and smiled widely. 

“Thank you so much, Sirius. You really are the best godfather,” Harry sighed deeply, relieved and grateful. 

“Well, Harry, can I tell you something too? I like guys, too,” Sirius smiled and Harry’s jaw dropped. “I know, I know it’s shocking but I’m actually in a relationship and have been for a little while.” 

“With who?” Harry asked as if he was a school girl listening to drama. Sirius stepped a little closer and crossed his arms. 

“Remus,” he answered in a low voice. Harry’s smile grew larger as he looked at his godfather, his green eyes wide. 

“Lupin? Sirius, that’s awesome! I have two godfathers!” Harry cheered in a low voice so that nobody else heard. Sirius laughed lightly and nodded his head. Harry sat down at the table along with his godfather, his smile not fading in the slightest. 

“Now it’s your turn to talk boys,” Sirius inquired and raised his eyebrows at Harry. The young boy’s pale skin blushed a furious red as he thought about the one boy that was on his mind. 

“There’s not much to talk about. Well,” he sighed and decided to just be honest with Sirius, “there is this one boy. His name is Draco.” 

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Imagine being with Hermione when she took her parents memories away...

i know the ending sucks, but hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

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“I can’t do it, Y/N.” Hermione whispered to me as she ran her fingers over the comforter on her bed. I stood up from her desk and pulled her into a warm hug, making sure she knew I was there for her.

“Yes you can,” I replied and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She tucked her head in my neck and sniffle softly. “You know it has to be done for them to be safe.”

“You’re right,” she mumbled and gave me a small squeeze. After a couple of minutes, her mum called us both for tea. And Hermione took a deep breath, trying to gather the mental strength needed to erase herself. I followed her out of the room and leaned against the doorframe as she stood in the middle of the room with her wand outstretched toward her mum and dad.

“Obliviate,” she whispered and a small white light erupted from her wand, flying toward the two sitting on the couch. Hermione slowly put her wand down. We both watched as Hermione evaporated from every picture in the house. I walked up beside her and grabbed her free hand in mine.

She turned to me with tears in her eyes, making my heart clench. I pulled her closer and kissed her temple tenderly, her wavy hair tickling my face gently. Mione rested her forehead against mine as I ran my hand up and down her arm. She let out a soft sob and rubbed her face with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Come on, love. We have to go,” I whispered and pulled away from her. Her parents wouldn’t be in their trancelike state for much longer, so we needed to go. “I’ll grab our things.” I quickly grabbed her small bag that held everything we needed and met up with her in the entryway.

“Ready?” She said in a weak, fragile voice. I nodded and wiped the tears on her cheek with my thumb. Hermione grabbed my hand and held it close to her as we apparated back to the Weasley’s place. As soon as I knew where she was, I pulled her into my arms and squeezed her tightly. She sobbed and sobbed till I think she ran out of tears, but we both knew it was the right thing to do.

“I’m sorry, ‘Mione.” I whispered and ran my hair into her fluffy hair, holding her against my chest with my other arm wrapped around her back. I knew that nothing I could only do so much but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try.

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Imagine cheering Hermione on when she punched Draco...

All four of us were walking down the corridor toward Hagrid’s hut. Hermione seemed to be literally steaming with rage after hearing the news of Buckbeak. I knew how hard she had worked to get him freed and now how much she was saddened by him being put to death. 

“Can’t believe they’re going to kill Buckbeak,” she said, leading us toward the Hut, “it’s absolutely horrible.” 

“Just got worse,” Ron said as we turned to the corner. I looked over Hermione’s shoulder and noticed Draco with his two ‘friends’ looking down at Hagrid’s hut. Harry, Ron, and I knew this wasn’t going to be good. We all knew her distaste toward the platinum blond Slytherin and just the smallest spark can set her off. 

“Ah, come to see the show?” Draco said with over-enthusiasm. 

“You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!” Hermione shouted at him and lifted her wand inches in front of his pale face. A smile spread on my lips as I watched Draco flinch with fear. 

“Hermione, no!” Ron started after her, “he’s not worth it.” 

Hermione lowered her wand and looked back at the three of us. We locked eyes for a brief second, but it was enough for her to see my small nod of approval. Without skipping a beat, she turned back on her heel and smashed her fist onto his nose. 

The three Slytherins scrambled to their feet again and raced away. Hermione fully turned back to us to see all three of us with grins. 

“That felt good,” she said with a soft smile and rubbed her knuckle. 

“Not good--brilliant!” Ron said with a small laugh. The two boys then began to walk down the steps toward Hagrid’s hut, when I finally wrapped an arm over Hermione’s shoulder. 

“That’s my girl,” I whispered to her, earning a giggle from the curly haired girl. 

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Imagine Draco being sad when you decided to go home for the holidays instead of staying with him...

“Why can’t you stay?” Draco whined as we walked hand in hand into the Great Hall for dinner. Snape had been walking around with the sheet for people to stay for the holidays, which I didn’t sign. Draco, however, did.

“Because, Draco. I already told you. My parents want to take me to Paris to go visit the offices there.” I explained for what seemed like the eightieth time. Draco just looked at his empty plate.

“You’re not going to work in Paris, we both already know that,” he said in a monotone voice, his eyes flashing up at mine.

“And how do you know that?” I asked him and ran my hand into his soft blond hair.

“Because...you’re going to marry me and we’ll live in London,” he explained as if he had our entire future planned out, which apparently he did. I chuckled lightly and kissed him softly on the cheek.

“So we’re going to get married?” I asked as we began to eat.

“Don’t you think?” He asked me and gave me a playful smirk.

“Yes I do, so can you handle this year’s holidays without me. I promise I’ll enjoy the rest of our Christmases together for the rest of our lives,” I giggled and leaned into his chest.

“Are you saying we’re engaged now?” Draco teased me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Not yet,” I murmured into his chest, breathing in his musky cologne. He gave me a kiss on the top of my head before beginning to eat his chicken and potatoes.

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Imagine going to the Slug Club meeting and everyone is shocked to find you dating Hermione...

“Come on, ‘Mione. Everything is going to be okay.” You said as your girlfriend started to pace the common room. She turned to you with a frown.

“But what if everyone now makes fun of you cause you are from a pure blooded family and I’m, well, muggleborn?” She asked and crossed her arms. You shook your head.

“Then they can go to hell, okay? We are dating and there’s nothing they can do about that,” you said trying to reassure her. Finally she calmed down and you two, along with Harry, walked to the Slug Club meeting.

Everyone was already seated when we arrived. Slughorn was sitting beside McLaggen and another kid. Hermione was instantly disgusted by just his face, so you sat between them.

“Aw, (Y/L/N), Granger, and Mr. Harry Potter,” the potions teacher happily welcomed them. You looked at Hermione reassuringly and took a deep breath. McLaggen, the boy sitting to your right, kept staring at Hermione during the entire gathering. You finally looked over at her lonely hand sitting on the table and interlocked your fingers.

She looked up at you with wide eyes, but after seeing McLaggen embarrassingly sink into his chair, you felt satisfied.

“Oh, are you two involved?” Slughorn asked with a slight smile.

“Uh, yes, sir.” Hermione spoke, her voice was sort of shaky.

“Well, um, congratulations. Don’t mind me saying, but it is a bit shocking. Does your family approve, (Y/N)?” Slughorn asked and looked at you.

“Uh, not necessarily. But, who cares,” you said nervously, but shrugged your shoulders. You and Hermione were happy and that’s all that mattered.

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Imagine dating Ron and meeting all the Weasleys at Christmas...

It was time for the holidays and my boyfriend, Ron, was going home to his family. I knew that my parents were going to be in France for work, so I agreed to spend Christmas with the Weasleys. Harry has also said he would go with us, so we all three were waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to pick us up from King’s Cross Station.

“Oh, you must be (Y/N)! Oh it is so good to finally meet you. Ron has told us everything about you,” Mrs. Weasley, a plump, red headed woman with a warm motherly smile, said and pulled me into a tight hug. Then I said a simple hello to Mr. Weasley as well before we were off to their home.

The Weasley’s burrow was a tall, makeshift building with many added on rooms going up almost four floors. I looked over at Ron, his eyes already on me. He was awaiting my response.

“So?” He asked as we reached the front of the home. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and looked between the house to me.

“It’s amazing, Ron. Beautiful actually,” I smiled at him and then the rest of his family.

“So, you have actually have six brothers?” I asked Ginny as she showed me around the house.

“Uh, yeah. Trust me, growing up here was not as great as you think. Especially when growing up with Fred and George,” she smiled at me with a small laugh as she showed me Ron’s room quickly. “So you’ll be staying in my room. Mum moved Percy’s bed in there since he won’t be here this year.”

“Oh, cool. So, let me see if I got this right, the list of you Weasley children is: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and you.” I said and gave her a small laugh.

“You got it.” Ginny smiled at me before we went down to the living room.

Ginny and I became very close during the week as I helped her with some baking and cleaning. She always told me how much she appreciated having another girl around besides her mom.

Harry, Fred, and George were always making jokes about Ron and how happy he was that I was bonding with all of them. But why wouldn’t I. They were some of the best people I has ever meet. Although I loved all the people at the Burrow, I found myself writing Hermione almost every other day. I knew that she was somewhere in the woods with her family spending time in the snow, but Hedwig always seemed to find her and deliver the letters.

It was finally Christmas Eve and the Weasley made sure to include both Harry and I in there special Christmas traditions. Everyone frosted the cookies that Ginny and I had made, we each drank hot chocolate by the fire and finally at around eleven we all went up to bed.

Ron, however, had caught my arm gently as we barely began to walk upstairs. He put a finger over my mouth, telling me to be quite as we walked into the thankfully empty kitchen.

“I feel like I haven’t had any alone time with you this week,” he chuckled lightly, keeping his voice low. I nodded my head and gave him a hug. He smiled and hugged me back. When we pulled away, I looked up and noticed a small green plant hanging from the ceiling.

“Was that you that did that?” I asked with a small laugh at his mistletoe trick. He bounced his head in agreement and cupped my cheek with his warm hands.

When he pressed his lips against mine, I could taste the slight lingering peppermint flavor from his hot chocolate, making me smile into the kiss. We pulled away after a few seconds and looked at each other.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He spoke soft and sweet, his voice barely a whisper.

“Merry Christmas, Weasley.”

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Imagine you being close friends to the Golden Trio and going in the snow with them...

The grass that surrounded Hogwarts had been covered by a thick blanket of snow. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had invited me to go with them to the snow for the day. I meet them all right before the bridge. Hermione looped her arm through mine as we walked in twos toward Hogsmeade village.

We made our way to the empty spots on the edge of the forest that surrounded the small city. Harry and Ron were engaged in a weak snowball fight while Hermione was teaching me her favorite blue fire spell.

It was a good relaxing hour until Harry accidentally hit me with a snowball and their small fight became an all out war. Hermione and I teamed up against Harry and Ron. The boys ended up giving up, resulting in a big laugh between the four of us.

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Imagine: Harry trying to ask you to the Yule Ball, but always getting interrupted

It was nearly Christmas day and Harry Potter still didn’t have a date to the Yule Ball. He and Ron had been trying to track down the right girls for the past two weeks to no luck. Harry, however, knew the perfect girl to ask. 

Harry had a helpless crush on a certain (Y/H/N) girl named (Y/N). He couldn’t find the right time to ask her though. The Boy Who Lived had tried nearly four times to get your attention. 

The first time he had tried to ask, you were studying in the library and he was working on his DADA essay. He attempted to ask her before he was told by the librarian to quiet down and he lost his nerve. 

The second and third time had been in the hall between classes. Harry had tried to talk over all the loud people rushing between classes, but was pulled away by Hermione, who was scared of being late. 

Finally, Harry worked up enough courage right after school. He had been heading toward Quidditch with Fred and George when he spotted you walking back into the school. It was the perfect time to ask you, so Harry took a deep breath and walked over to you. 

“Y/N, uh, would-would you, uh, like to go t-to the Ball with me?” He asked and looked at her with an awkward smile. Y/N pressed her lips together, forming a small smile. 

“Uh, yes, that would be great,” She responded and nodded her head a couple of times. Harry’s eyes went wide and a more confident smile grew on his face. 

“Wow, okay, then it’s a date.” 

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Imagine: Being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and saving Malfoy from a stray bludger

Today was the day of our match against Hufflepuff. Our entire Gryffindor team was getting changed as Harry was shouting plays at us. Finally Fred told him to relax and that we’d be fine.

The match had begun within the next ten minutes and we were doing great. Harry, being one of the best seekers at Hogwarts, was putting up a good fight to Cedric, the Hufflepuff seeker. Fred and I were watching the bludgers every two seconds.

I noticed one was aiming toward the Slytherin crowd, which I thought was odd since it wasn’t their house playing, but I dove to the bludger and swung my bat toward it. The leather bound ball rocketed over to one of the Hufflepuff’s brooms, throwing him off balance. I looked back at the Slytherins, one blond boy was looking up at me with wide eyes and a small smile.

“You okay?” I asked, noticing that he seemed dazed. When he didn’t respond I shrugged it off and flew back to help Harry as he caught up to the snitch, ending and winning the game.

We all celebrated, but as we were walking away, I noticed that the Slytherin boy was trying to catch up to me.

“Hi, I’m Draco Malfoy.” He said in a quivering tone and held out a shaky hand. It was unusual to see him this flustered since he was a Slytherin.

“Y/N,” I responded hesitantly and shook his hand quickly.

“I never thanked you for, uh, well saving my life. So, uh, thank you,” he said with a smile as we stopped by the Courtyard. I smiled warmly at him and nodded my head.

“No problem, it’s kind of my job. So, I’ll see you around, I guess,” you said nonchalantly and then turned to catch up with the twins. Draco stood back and took a deep breath, unable to comprehend why he had butterflies in his stomach while talking to you.

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Imagine: Draco sending you notes in DADA class

Defense Against the Dark Arts class was dragging on longer than I thought possible. Normally Professor Lupin would throw in an actual creature for us to have some hands-on experience with, but today was not one of those days. 

Lupin was making us do book work to learn more information on Red Caps, so the work was dragging on. Out of the corner of your eye, however, you saw your blond boyfriend sitting beside Crabbe. He was folding something and then tapped the piece of paper with his wand before letting the paper fly into the air like an elegant bird. 

The small, paper dove landed on top of your roll of parchment, so you undid it and read the words inside:

    Meet me in the owlery after lunch. It’s been a while ;)   -Draco 

A smirk grew on your face as you finished the short letter and looked back at him. His lips were curled up into a small, soft smile. You gave him a nod of reassurance before turning back to your work. 

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Imagine: Draco not going to his family during the Battle of Hogwarts because he wants to stay with you...

"Harry Potter is dead!”  

The words rang around the ruined enclosure. You gasped and gripped onto Draco’s arm harder as you stepped down on the broken staircase. Draco took a deep breath and looked over the crowd of Death Eaters. 

“Harry Potter is dead and now it is time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us or...die.” Voldemort’s words caused goosebumps to run up your arms. 

 “Draco?” A hushed voice came from the crowd of Death Eaters. It was his father, Lucius Malfoy. You looked up at your boyfriend, not knowing what he was going to do. His eyes were filled with contemplation as he met your gaze and you could see his lip almost begin to tremble, but he didn’t move. Draco stood by your side then and for the entire battle. 

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Sirius vs. Remus

Sirius: Which is heavier, a pound of bricks or a pound of feathers?

Remus: They are the same

Sirius: But, Moony, which weighs more a brick or a feather?

Remus: You have got to be kidding me

Sirius: This is a legitimate question

Remus: A brick weighs more than a feather

Sirius: So a thousand pound of brick is heavier than a thousand pounds of feathers?

Remus: *Looks into the camera like the Office*

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Imagine George on a call with his mum:

Hi, mum

Yeah

Alright

Okay

Got it

Yes

Sure

Okay

Alright bye

Bye

Bye mum

See you later

Okay bye

Bye

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“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”

Sirius Black