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aspoonofsugar · 4 years ago

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The Maidens: The Cycle of Life and Death

This post is inspired by @hamliet’s alchemy metas... I know nothing about alchemy, but after discussing it with her, this idea came up and I am sharing it on her behalf too.

In short, in alchemical stories (which RWBY apparently is) there are 3/4 phases. Each phase is linked to a specific color:

1) Nigredo (black)

2) Albedo (white)

3) Citrinitas (yellow)

4) Rubedo (red)

That said, often the yellow phase ends up being fused with the red one, so in most alchemical stories there are only three phases. Now, for each phase there is a major death, so there are usually 3/4 key deaths, each one linked to a specific phase.

For example, in Harry Potter there is

a) Sirius BLACK dying

b) ALBUS Dumbledore dying

c) Harry dying and being carried by RUBEUS Hagrid

Let’s highlight that each one of these deaths is especially resonant and important for the story. Sirius dies when Harry discovers about the prophecy. Dumbledore’s death leads to Harry leaving Hogwarts to look for the Horcruxes and finally Harry’s own death leads to Voldemort’s defeat.

What I mean is that the deaths linked to each phase must be resonant and meaningful either in terms of plot or in terms of themes. They must have weight and be felt both by the audience and by the characters.

So far, in RWBY we have had two such deaths:

Pyrrha’s death is linked to Nigredo, while Penny’s to Albedo. Interestingly, both deaths happened to two (supposed to be) Maidens.

This is interesting on multiple levels.

First of all, I have been asked about the Maidens in RWBY here and here. However, Penny’s death helped me gain a new perspective of their overall meaning.

In the first meta I have written this:

In a sense, the story keeps repeating. Salem kills Ozpin, he is reborn and his daughters are victims of the conflict between them.

Because of this, the four Maidens have become one of the many symbols of this endless cycle, which is clealry breaking its protagonists more and more.

This is well conveyed by the Maidens having a season theme. Seasons are in fact linked to the repetition of time aka one of Ozpin’s motifs.

I still think it is a part of the truth, but as for now I think the framing of the series over the cycle is more nuanced. It is a cycle of death and rebirth:

Goodwitch: The Maidens have existed for thousands of years. But much like in nature, the seasons change. No two summers are alike. When a Maiden dies, her power leaves her body and seeks out a new host, ensuring that the seasons are never lost, and that no individual can hold on to that power forever.

Seasons live and die, but new ones are born. It is a death that leads to a new life and that protects life itself since the Seasons are supposed to be Guardians.

This fits with the actual cycle of seasons where “no two summers are alike”, but that also accompanies humans’ lives and makes many human activities possible.

Secondly, both Pyrrha and Penny’s deaths have to do with the theme of choice, which is central to the series:

Ozpin: Maidens choose themselves.

In particular, Pyrrha and Penny’s final choices are two different declination of this idea. At the same time, they are linked to the theme explored by their respective relic as well (in Pyrrha’s case it means that her link to choice is twofold).

1) As the (supposed to be) Maiden of Choice, Pyrrha is given a choice in the Vault of Choice:

Ozpin: You, Miss Nikos... have a choice to make.

(...)

Ozpin: Are you ready? I... I need to hear you say it.

Pyrrha: Yes.

Ozpin: Thank you, Miss Nikos.

She is given some time to think about it and in the end she chooses to accept her new duty. Still, the power is stolen from her and the choice she was given is negated to her:

Pyrrha: But I can help.

Ozpin: You'll only get in the way.

However, this does not stop her:

Red-Haired Woman: She understood that she had a responsibility... to try. I don't think she would regret her choice, because a Huntress would understand that there really wasn't a choice to make. And a Huntress is what she always wanted to be.

Pyrrha’s death is about doing the right thing even if it comes with a high personal cost. She is able to make the choice to keep fighting against an enemy impossible to defeat an arc before our protagonists are strong enough to make it.

This is why... even if she never receives the powers.. Pyrrha is the true Maiden of Choice of the Vale arc. She does not need the powers because deep down being a Maiden is something deeper than that.

Pyrrha embodies the idea that Maidens choose themselves because she chooses to be a Maiden at Heart and dies true to her choice:

Pyrrha: Do you believe in destiny?

2) As the Maiden of Creation, Penny is created anew in the Vault of Creation:

As I have stated in previous metas Creation as a concept is linked to free will. Creations are free to develop and to change independently from their “creators”. This fits Penny’s transformation, who ultimately gives her back the free will that the virus had stolen:

Penny: I...I must...open the Vault. I, I do not want...Ah!

And in the end she uses her free will to make a specific choice:

Penny: Let me choose this one thing.

I have actually a lot more to say about Penny’s death and final choice, but I will write a longer meta about it, so for now let’s just say it has to do with self-actualization.

Penny embodies the idea that Maidens choose themselves because she chooses who she wants to be and how she wants to live.

What is more, her choice has to do with Creation because she saves Winter’s life and also (symbolically) makes her a whole person as well:

Winter: No, Penny, you were always the real Maiden at heart. I was just a machine. Just... following orders.

Penny: You’re my friend.

Winter: Perhaps, but I’m choosing it now. I’ve made it my own. And I take great pride in it.

Winter: You chose nothing. This was a gift.

At the same time, Penny’s sacrifice also saves the people of Atlas and Mantle who are stranded in Vacuo. If Cinder had stolen the power, they would have all died.

As a final note, we are directly told the themes linked to both Pyrrha and Penny’s death back in volume 5:

Ruby: When Beacon fell, I lost two of my friends: Penny Polendina and Pyrrha Nikos. I didn't know them for very long, but that doesn't change the fact that they were two of the most kind-hearted people I have ever met. But that didn't save them. Pyrrha thought that if there was even the smallest chance of helping someone, then it was a chance worth taking. And because of that, she died fighting a battle she knew she couldn't win. And Penny... was killed... just to make a statement.

Pyrrha died to make the right thing.

Penny died the first time as a result of her being objectified, so the second time she herself chose how to end her life in a way she found meaningful.

In short, Pyrrha and Penny’s deaths can be read as the two deaths linked respectively to Nigredo and Albedo. What is sure is that they are meant to be compared and foiled.

All this leads to a question... will we have other two (or one) major death(s) that will be linked to (the yellow and) red phase(s)? Will they be other Maidens?

As for now, I think it is possible, even if not sure obviously.

First of all, I do not know if we are gonna have a death for Citrinitas since from what I understood usually the yellow phase gets conveyed as a part of the Rubedo one. Moreover, if we have it, it might not be linked to a Maiden. After all, another pattern one could find is that both Pyrrha and Penny died at Beacon and so did Ozpin, so maybe he will be the one to die (once and for all?) in the yellow/red phase. However, as for now, I don’t think so and I am gonna theorize that the yellow and red deaths, if they happen, will have to do with the Maidens and will be other declinations of the themes explored above.

As for now, we know nothing of the Maiden of Destruction, so I am not considering her.

Still, there is another Maiden whose arc was left unsolved and who needs to come back in the story:

3) As the Maiden of Knowledge, Raven is told the truth about herself in the Vault of Knowledge:

Yang: Oh, shut up!! You don't know the first thing about strength! You turn your back on people, you run away when things get too hard, you put others in harm's way instead of yourself!! You might be powerful, but that doesn't make you strong.

And it is possible that this self-knowledge will eventually lead her to make a choice, which is what she has failed to do up until now.

If she chooses to sacrifice herself, her death will be a redemptive one and it might come to embody that Maidens choose themselves because they can always change and become true Maidens.

Finally, there is the Rubedo phase, which is the last phase. If we are gonna have a red death, it should be a key one for the whole series and one which leads to its resolution. As for now, I think there is only one character who can pull it off:

4) Cinder is a key character for the whole story. Personally, I think this volume was a turning point for her, but she failed to learn the lessons she needed to learn. What she did was to take these lessons and to twist them in a hypocritical way:

Cinder: I suppose I have only you to thank for one last lesson… Sometimes, if you want to win…you simply can’t do it alone.

And this has made her even more similar to Salem:

Salem: Why....do...you...keep...coming...back?!

Yang: Why do you?!

Penny: Why did you come back?! Why couldn’t you just learn your lesson?!

I would also like to highlight that so far Cinder has failed to learn the lesson of each relic.

In the Vale Arc, it is implied her concept of Destiny and Choice is different from Pyrrha’s. She wants to be “worthy” and to be chosen. Moreover, her idea of agency is linked to stealing others’, just like she stole the Maiden’s power and Pyrrha’s destiny.

In the Mistral Arc, she receives a warning about her Shadow Hand:

Raven: Aura can't protect your arm, it's Grimm. You turned yourself into a monster just for power.

But she chooses to ignore it.

Finally, in the Atlas Arc she manages to make herself anew. She recreates herself, but fails to truly change.

I am expecting all these failures to come back at her with the Vacuo Arc, which is about Destruction and will probably lead to everything coming together to crush Cinder (the people she used, the Shadow Hand, Salem’s true plan).

Once this happens, I think Ruby will save her with her eyes and will offer her that pity she was never shown as a child. This will lead to Cinder’s final choice which might be a synthesis of all the choices made by the Maidens she killed.

It will be a selfless choice, like Pyrrha’s, in contrast to the selfishness she displayed throughout the series.

It will be a self-actualizing choice, like Penny’s, which will free her from Salem’s shadow and influence

It will also be a redemptive choice, where Cinder finally lives up to her name and becomes the true Fall Maiden.

I am also expecting this choice to somehow solve the conflict or to be a part of the reason why the conflict is solved.

It would also be interesting if the Maidens’ sacrifices become progressively more effective in solving the conflict.

Pyrrha’s death is the most pyrric (obviously). She did not manage to stop Cinder, but barely gained enough time for Ruby to arrive and wound the villain. Still, it is a choice who clearly inspired her friends and I think that in the end it will inspire Cinder as well:

Cinder: You know, Neo, someone once asked me if I believed in destiny. And I'm happy to say I still do.

Penny’s death is framed as a sad, but powerful conclusion to her arc and saved both Winter and the people of Atlas and Mantel. It still did not prevent Salem from taking the relics and did not save the Kingdom.

So, maybe Cinder’s death, if it happens, will be key in saving the world.

This would also fit with the idea that we are going through a journey where we are getting to know the four gifts the Gods gave humanity.

Pyrrha sacrificed herself even before our protagonists received Knowledge, Penny did so after both Knowledge and Creation, while Cinder perhaps will do so after the characters have aquired all the four gifts.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby vol8 #rwby meta #rwby theory #pyrrha nikos #penny polendina #raven branwen #cinder fall #my meta

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 years ago

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Do you have any thoughts on Hagrid?

Oh Hagrid.

So, I certainly have thoughts on Hagrid, and as usual I'm sure they're liable to offend somebody. Nonetheless, here we are.

Hagrid should have been fired years ago, should never have been made a professor, should have been fired as a professor immediately, and did deserve to be expelled from Hogwarts.

Hagrid's one of those people who... means well, and isn't actively malicious, but also actively endangers those around him without a care in the world. In fact, if something happens to one of the children, then it's the children who are wrong and certainly not the adorable man eating spider he kept in his trunk.

It didn't want to hurt nobody!

So, let's start with Hagrid's expulsion. Yes, Hagrid took the fall for Tom Riddle and was used as a scapegoat. However, the way I see it, it was a little nuanced. I think it was likely concluded that Hagrid was not the one who graffitied the walls with rooster blood, that was very out of character for him. That, most likely, was some pureblood brat who thought it would be funny. However, it was likely his spider going around petrifying everybody and eventually murdering one of the students.

Technically, Aragog did not do this, however Hagrid was secretly and illegally raising a man eating spider on school grounds in his trunk. Sooner or later, given that Aragog grows to be the size of a house, that spider was going to eat somebody. And certainly, to me, even raising it on school grounds is justifiable cause of expulsion. You don't do that shit.

Hagrid then lets Aragog free into the Forbidden Forest, an invasive species, where he now devours the centaurs who had been offered sanctuary in Hogwarts lands. Hagrid personally broke a piece treaty, made the Forbidden Forest infinitely more dangerous, and he never acknowledges this.

He even takes children along with him for detention, leaves them on their own, and would be shocked and appalled if they were eaten by Aragog. Groggy would never do such a thing!

Hagrid learns nothing from getting expelled, by the way, just that Slytherins suck.

Dumbledore comes through and gets Hagrid a job where he will never be fired and always be able to secure a modest but decent living.

This is a very good thing because fifty years later and Hagrid's still at it, breeding a dragon illegally on school grounds and then having three eleven year olds illegally traffic it out of the country for him to Romania.

That's a very fireable offense, Hagrid, well done there. Hagrid, once again, learns nothing, is just very sad that he has to send Norbert off to live a better life in Romania.

Hagrid never realizes that, perhaps, having Ron, Hermione, and Harry cover his tracks for him was not a great thing to do. He dimly realizes that maybe raising a dragon in his hut wasn't the smartest thing to do, but, well, it was so cute.

When Hagrid is made a professor, within only a week, a student breaks a limb. He, and the kids of course, blame Malfoy for not listening to directions. But you know what, they're thirteen year old kids, of course at least one of them is a dumbass who doesn't listen to directions! In every class you're going to have at least one dumbass thirteen year old boy who's going to poke the Hippogriff with a stick. And he does, in his first class of the day, that dumbass is Draco Malfoy.

Hagrid, somehow, is still not fired and retains his position as professor.

He learns nothing.

The very next year he starts breeding death machines he calls Blast End Skrewts. They're cannibalistic, breathe fire, are poisonous, very temperamental and territorial, grow at a rapid rate, and are liable to murder the students the first chance they get. Naturally, Hagrid makes his entire class about the children taking care of these things, they're adorable.

It's a miracle no one died.

Otherwise Hagrid's a very simple fellow, extremely loyal to Dumbledore and not very bright. Which is of course why Dumbledore uses him for such tasks as "fetch Harry from his abusive household for me, k thnx".

He's not a bad person, per se, he certainly doesn't intend harm to others (and when he does inflict harm upon others, i.e. physically deforming Dudley, he doesn't seem to realize the gravity of the harm he inflicted upon them). However, his lack of insight and foresight makes him an incredibly dangerous person and one who should never hold any job remotely dealing with children.

Hagrid would be a great dragon raiser in Romania. No, wait, he'd kill his coworkers. He'd be a great hermit living in the mountains with magical grizzly bears.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #rubeus hagrid #anti rubeus hagrid #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #meta #headcanon #opinion

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loserholland · 4 years ago

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐃.𝐌

Pairing ➺ Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warning ➺ Flashbacks are italicized, talks of the dark mark, smut towards the middle, implied smut, swearing

Word Count ➺ 8,310

Summary ➺ Their relationship had always been in the grey area, what happens when they start to realize they want more?

A/N ➺ This takes place three years after the battle of Hogwarts. There are occasional flashbacks, and yes this is based off of Positions by Miss.Ariana Grande *insert monkey covering eyes emoji* Your last name in this is Avery (deriving from the sacred 28) ENJOY! so sorry it’s a day late!

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@iloveyou3000morgan @random-things-i-love

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☞ Masterlist ☜

Avery Manor, the second largest estate next to the Mafloy Manor. The grand victorian manor was in the Avery family for the past 100 years, passed down from generation to generation. The Avery’s were known to host the most extravagant galas. Each theme was always something extra, meaning the dresses that (Y/N) wore was talked about for days on end.

Halloween was drawing in close, which meant another ball. It’s been nearly three years since the Avery’s have hosted a ball. The last ball they held was before the return of Voldemort. Now with him dead, (Y/N) parents could finally breath. Before his return, they wanted out of the dark lords plans. Moving on with their lives, having (Y/N) and her older brother Ryan.

If Lucius hadn’t lost the prophecy, the Avery’s would’ve played host to all the death eaters. (Y/N) parent’s had left her and Ryan out of the dark lords plans, agreeing that their kids would attend the meeting but not take the dark mark.

(Y/N) never minded attending death eater meetings only because she knew she was there to ensure no harm comes to her family. The other reason she didn’t mind attending these meetings was because of Draco Malfoy.

Prince of Slytherin.

Correction, was the Prince of Slytherin.

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦

𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

(Y/N) was the only person who knew Draco carried the dark mark, he had no choice but to take it, he was the only child of Narcissa and Lucius.

There were nights where she and Draco would go up to the Astronomy tower and watch the stars in silence, comfortable silence. Words weren’t needed to show how grateful Draco was to have (Y/N) there for him. With Harry hot on his tracks, plus the heavy burden he had to carry out, sitting in silence with (Y/N) calmed him. She never tried to pressure him into talking about what he was thinking, she’d just sit there with her head on his shoulder mumbling facts about the stars above.

“This years halloween theme, saints and sinners!” (Y/N) mother exclaimed in excitement, it was quite an understatement to say she was excited to host yet another one of the Avery’s grand galas.

“I’m guessing you and father will be sinners and Ryan and I will be saints?” (Y/N) snickered, earning a light scowl from her mother “Correction you and Ryan will be the sinners, the little devils you two are!”

𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘈𝘩, 𝘢𝘩)

𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹. 𝒯𝑜 𝒿𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎'𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶. 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒪𝒸𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟥𝟣𝓈𝓉.

“Draco dear, I scheduled a suit fitting for tomorrow. We’ll be attending the Avery’s gala.” Narcissa spoke, ever since the war it’s as though a thousand weights had been lifted off the Malfoy’s shoulders. With Voldemort dead, they were free from his grasp.

The Avery’s were long time friends of the Malfoy’s their kids spending summers at either the Malfoy’s or the Avery’s manor. Narcissa and (Y/M/N) often joked that Draco and (Y/N) would later be married in life, the two were best of friends. He won’t forget how (Y/N) walked with him not wanting him to feel alone reminding him that she was there for him and understood how he felt conflicted. Harry laid dead in Hagrid’s arms well- so we thought.

“Draco! Draco.” Lucius shouted his voice stern but tired, (Y/N) knew her parents wouldn’t force her to do what she wouldn’t want to do so they stay silent within the crowd of death eaters.

Everyone’s eyes were on the platinum blonde haired boy, wondering what his next move would be. “Draco, come.” Narcissa spoke causing Draco to swallow the lump in his throat but before he could descend down the many broken steps of Hogwarts (Y/N) entwined her hand with his.

“We’ll go together.” she mumbled giving his hand a light squeeze.

From that day forward the Malfoy’s and Avery’s were done with the dark lord. They were glad he was finally dead.

There were soft pecks against his window, it was a gray screech owl that belonged to no other than (Y/N). Dropping the rolled up message into his hands, the owl quickly left. Unrolling the parchment wondering what she had wrote him now.

𝘚𝘰, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳?

-(𝘠/𝘐).𝘈

He snickered lightly padding over to his desk to write back, the pair had always wrote to each other. Sometimes they’d aparate into each others rooms whether they were in school or at home for the summer. This only started because of Draco, during his sixth year he encountered many nightmares; most relating to the task he had to complete. Other nights he was well restless, staring at the mark that rest of his left forearm.

One of the benefits the two had was having their own dorms. Which many students envied, nicknaming the two Prince and Princess of Slytherin buying their way through Hogwarts.

“(Y/N)?” a soft voice spoke, the girl laid fast asleep unaware of the platinum blonde haired boy standing in her dorm. Slowly he moved towards her beside tapping her shoulder causing her to stir around a bit. Her (Y/H/C) was a bit disheveled from her constant tossing and turning.

“(Y/N).” Draco spoke once more causing her to jolt slightly, “Hm?” she mumbled rubbing her eyes lightly, her vision was still a bit blurry but she knew it was none other than Draco Malfoy standing beside her bed. Slowly she moved to the left side of the bed allowing Draco to slip under the covers.

He sat upright waiting for (Y/N) to do the same, she moved her hair out of her face swiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “Couldn’t sleep?” she questioned glancing over at Draco, his eyes focused on his left arm.

She placed her right hand over where the mark laid, her heart ached for Draco. Of course she couldn’t say anything because she never had the mark, she couldn’t sympathize. All she could do was reassure him everything would be okay and everything would be over soon.

Sometimes Draco talked about how it burned, ached, and how much he wanted to scrub it off. There were times where he did try to scrub it off and (Y/N) was quick to stop him from bruising his pale skin even more. It was as though their souls were connected. She could sense when he was in trouble, sense when there was something wrong.

There were days where he would mumble about how much he hated wearing long sleeves, how he felt as though he was suffocating drowning deeper and deeper in his own thoughts. The moment he reached his dorm he’d rip off his robe and tug at the sleeves of his dress shirt finally being able to breath.

“Nightmare” he mumbled pausing for a moment unsure if he should continue, “You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t comfortable Dray, I understand.” (Y/N) moved her hand down to give his hand a light squeeze giving him a warm smile.

“Wanna go for a walk? Or, head to the Astronomy Tower?”

Draco shook his head lightly “We need sleep, we have a potions exam in a few hours.” he mumbled causing (Y/N) to snort loudly, “Dray we both know even if you had zero sleep, you’d still pass that exam.” he rolled his bright gray eyes playfully before settling into bed.

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲.

- 𝗗.𝗠

“That git.” (Y/N) mumbled placing the parchment into her desk draw along with the many other letters and notes he had written to her over the past seven years. She didn’t start saving his letters till their sixth year of Hogwarts.

I guess you could say (Y/N) fancied him. She grabbed a new piece of parchment, grabbing her quill to quickly write another note before she headed to find her perfect dress.

“Ailée, to Draco.” she spoke to her beloved screech owl watching as she took flight to Malfoy manor. Ailée quickly dropped the note off before flying back, Draco picked up the note Ailée had placed on his bed unrolling it to see what else (Y/N) had wrote.

𝘙𝘦𝘥.

-(𝘠/𝘐).𝘈

“Red?”

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 (𝘕𝘰)

𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦

'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦

The night had finally came, the manor was a lively as it could ever be. Chatter and laughter echoed through the room, (Y/N) stood near her bedroom window awaiting for Draco to arrive. She had accompanied her family early greeting their guest as they arrived but headed up to retouch up her makeup.

Finally she watched as the Malfoy family step out of the long black limousine, (Y/N) gave herself one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs quickly catching the eye of everyone there.

“There she is!” her father spoke happily, (Y/N) bowed lightly “Good evening Mr and Mrs.Malfoy, Draco.” Narcissa gasped loudly taking both of (Y/N) hand’s into her’s.

“My dear you look amazing! Never fail to steal the spotlight don’t you agree Draco?”

She wore a deep red satin slip dress with black heels, her hands decorated with a few rings one of them being the family ring. A beautiful gold snake ring that wrapped around her ring finger with emerald eyes. Her makeup was simple, mascara with a deep red lipstick.

(Y/N) smiled widely at Narcissa glancing at Draco who remained speechless. Narcissa always loved (Y/N), she saw her as her own daughter and hopefully future daughter-in-law.

“Draco?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, admiring the Satin red slip dress she was currently wearing her red lips to match the dress. “You look amazing (Y/N/N).” Draco responded earning a small smirk from (Y/N).

“Why don’t we get a drink? You look flushed Dray.” (Y/N) grabbed his hand leading them away from their parents. The two were dressed as opposites, (Y/N) a sinner and Draco a saint. But the two both knew they should be dressed in red. Before she turned the corner to enter the kitchen, the two were in her room Draco had apperated them there.

Draco was quick to press her against her bedroom door, his hands wrapped around her bare neck a part of him had a feeling she didn’t wear a necklace because she wanted his hands wrapped around her throat.

“We were suppose to get you a drink Dray.” (Y/N) spoke in a fain voice, looking up at Draco innocently. This wouldn’t be the first time the two have been caught in this situation. One night (Y/N) was in Draco’s dorm, though Voldemort was back both their parents wanted the two to continue their last year at Hogwarts

Draco was being well, Draco. Distant, cold, silent. He had been grumbling all day today and every time (Y/N) asked if he was okay all he’d say was “I’m fine” or “Didn’t you ask me that already?”

“You need to open up sometime soon Draco! The more you keep it all bottled up, the deeper you’ll drown.” (Y/N) shouted her arms flailing around in anger, Draco mumbled “Muffliato.” not wanting anyone who passed by his dorm to hear their scream fest.

“I’ve told you, I’m fine! Nothing is wrong!” he massaged his temple with his index finger and thumb.

“Merlin Draco! Put your ego aside for once! You know I’m right, one day you’ll explode!” Deep down he knew she was right. She’s always right, but he didn’t want to tell her that she was right. Maybe it was his pride and ego that stopped him from giving in and opening up. Maybe it was because he never spoke about his feelings before. Sure he talked about his nightmares, but that was all.

“You can’t keep brushing this off, be honest with yourself and me! You put up this cold exterior, pushing people away. Why? Is it because daddy didn’t love you enough?”

“You better shut your mouth Avery.”

“Or what Draco? You’ll tell your father? Is that all you do? Run to your father to get rid of the problem instead of addressing it yourself? Why are you too much of a c-”

It all happened in a flash, Draco’s hand wrapped around her throat pushing her against his dorm door. (Y/N) body hit the door with a thud, the air in her lungs knocked out of her. She didn’t expect him to do this, anything but this. Her body felt hot the feeling of Draco’s cold rings made her stomach flip, the tension between the two so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Go ahead (Y/N), finish your sentence.”

Draco’s beautiful gray eyes were now a deep black the devil was surely dancing behind them “What? Basilisk got your tongue?” (Y/N) only smiled widely before saying, “Just because you have your hand wrapped around my throat, doesn’t make you any less of a coward.”

Crashing his lips into her’s, adding on more pressure to the side of her throat causing (Y/N) to moan out loudly. All the tension the two had built up inside of them was released that night, it was nothing but rough Draco’s dorm reeked of lust.

𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴

“You look ravishing darling.” Draco mumbled his breath fanning over her lips, one slight move her lips would be on his. “You don’t look too bad yourself Dray.” her hands brushed over his shoulders admiring the white velvet suit. After the war Draco had gotten a bit more fit, not that he wasn’t before but he has definitely changed over the past three years.

A good change.

(Y/N) smirked pushing him back lightly, “Now, let’s go shall we? Dinner will be served soon.”

𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

(Y/N) was in a deep conversation with Pansy, the two talking about Pansy’s recent travels around Europe. Every so often she’d glance at Draco a smile tugging at her lips with every glance, sometimes she felt like a lovesick school girl. Their conversation was interrupted by Theo asking Pansy to dance, in which she gladly accepted. Leaving (Y/N) to her lonesome. Draco got up from his seat walking around the round table to where (Y/N) sat, he stuck his hand out to her

“Would you like to go for a walk?”

The beautiful silver light kissed their skins, the night was quiet, the sky was clear, a cool gust of wind swept between the two causing (Y/N) to wrap her arms around herself. Draco quickly removed his dress jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

“You should’ve taken a jacket.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, “Well in my defense I didn’t think it would be this cold.” she shoved her shoulder lightly against his earning a small chuckle from Draco. Even with these heels, she was still a bit shorter than him it’s always been like this.

Their hands brushed against one another with each graze electricity coarsed through their veins, a pink tint painted their cheeks. (Y/N) laced her fingers with his, Draco’s hands were always cold but she never minded it all that much.

She led the two down into her mother’s most prized possession, her rose garden. It varied it different colors from; red, white, yellow, pink, and even lavender. “Let’s dance.” (Y/N) said gleefully, placing her right hand atop of his shoulder whilst her left was already intwined with his right hand.

Placing his left hand on her waist, the two swayed from side to side. (Y/N) slowly rested her head against his chest allowing her eyes to flutter shut. Draco began to hum a low melody, rest his chin atop of her head. A smile painted her lips, this felt like deja vu.

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 (𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦)

“How long have you been up here? I didn’t see you in the Great Hall.”

(Y/N) quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks glancing to see Draco standing atop the stairs. She didn’t need to look in the mirror to know her makeup was a mess. Draco however looked amazing, the girl he had asked from beauxbatons was lucky to have him as a date. He was wearing that same old smug look on his face, one she knew all too well. If she admitted to what had happen, she knew Draco would say “I told you so.” or “I was right wasn’t I?”

“I just um, needed fresh air.”

Draco moved to stand next to her, shrugging off his dress jacket to drape over her shoulders, she fixed her gaze to the ground. (Y/N) didn’t want to admit that Draco was right, he had pestered her about having McLaggen as her date. The two didn’t talk for two weeks because she was annoyed at the fact that Draco was making comments about her date, she was’t complaining or criticizing his date so why did he feel the need to do that to her?

“You only come up here to think, when something is bothering you, or if you’re sad. So which is it? Or is it all three?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “Shouldn’t you be with your date?” attempting to change the subject. Draco chuckled lightly, “I could ask you the same thing.” she licked her lips closing her eyes for a brief moment.

“I’ve been up here well- the entire ball. I um, caught McLaggen snogging a a girl from Ravenclaw.” (Y/N) mumbled, finally looking up at Draco giving him a small smile tears blurring her vision. She chuckled lightly wiping away the fallen tears, “So, go ahead and gloat you were right.” Draco pulled her into a tight hug, McLaggen didn’t know what was coming for him the next day.

Draco pulled away from her, extending his hand out for her to take. “It’s only right for you to have your first dance. The yule ball doesn’t happen every year does it?” she gave him a warm smile taking his hand. His left hand rest on her waist, while her right hand was on his left shoulder.

There was that same bubbly feeling again, the feeling that made her feel like a lovesick puppy. As if she was under some kind of love potion, she had been trying to push away this feeling. (Y/N) was unsure of what she felt towards Draco, the two were best friends since well birth.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶)

“You look amazing tonight. Red is a beautiful color on you, it’s Mcgagging lost. But, you know I’m always right.” (Y/N) let out a light laughter slapping Draco’s chest playfully as she rolled her eyes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Dray.”

It was during that exact moment she knew she loved Draco, it was that exact moment she knew she had feelings for him.

She smiled against Draco’s chest, she loved it when he’d hum to her or even when he’d sing. But that was on very rare occasions usually when he thought (Y/N) was asleep. “I have ever mentioned that red is a beautiful color on you?” his chest vibrated as he spoke causing (Y/N) to pull her head back slightly looking into his beautiful gray eyes.

“Hm, I think you have. Didn’t you tell me that the night of the yule ball?” Draco lifted their hands that were intwined signaling for (Y/N) to twirl. She let out a small giggle as he dipped her, before pulling her back up. He looked between her beautiful (Y/E/C) and red painted lips, intoxicated by your beauty.

They wanted nothing more than to feel electricity coarse through their veins, to fill that sense of ecstasy that euphoria. It was as though they were each other’s drug never having enough of each other.

Their relationship was something they never really touched subject on, they were in the grey area. I guess you could say they were friends with benefits, but they did what couples do: go out on occasional dates, buy each other stuff, sleepover, travel. Yet they never got around to what this entire relationship is.

(Y/N) used her free hand placing it on the back of Draco’s neck giving into that feeling of need and lust, it was as though time stopped when the two were together. That same electric feeling coarsed through their veins a feeling they knew all too well. It was a beautiful feeling.

𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘈𝘩, 𝘢𝘩)

“Draco dear! Where are you?”

The two quickly pulled away from one another stepping away from each other, as pink painted their cheeks. Draco’s lips were now a bit red thanks to (Y/N)’s lipstick, she giggled at the sight. The two walked out of the rose garden to see Narcissa standing on the graveled path, “Ah there you two are! So sorry (Y/N), we’re going to call it a night. But we’ll see you sometime next week for dinner possibly? Your parents will fill you in!”

“Same time tomorrow?” Draco whispered the same smug smirk tugging at his lips.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

This little rendezvous of theirs started no longer than a few months ago. It was a spur of the moment idea, the two wanting to get out of the house so- they decided to rent a room at some muggle hotel and well the night was long.

Very long.

Usually they’d meet up after Draco was done with class, he was studying to become a healer. He never needed to work both of them were trust-fund babies, but they had their own goals and ambitions to fill. (Y/N) was underway to becoming the potions teacher at Hogwarts. If Draco hadn’t gone into studying to become a healer, he would’ve also fit as the potions professor.

“Hi, I have a room under the name Isabelle Johnson.”

The two never stayed at the same hotel, it was always different. Tonight they’ll be staying at The Langham. She always used the same name though, different hotels but same name.

“I have you for a Junior suite Ms.Johnson is that correct?”

(Y/N) gave the young woman a nod of approval awaiting her room key, “I have another guest coming, my husband Tom Johnson will be coming by later. Is it okay if you leave an extra key for him?” The receptionist nodded typing in the computer leaving a note to herself or to anyone else who may check Draco in. Once (Y/N) got the keys she headed up the elevator to the suite.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 (𝘕𝘰) 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦

She had been in one or two relationships before this whole friends with benefits with Draco. She had dated Cassius Warrington for merely a six months, the two came to a mutual agreement no hard feelings when it came to the break up. Then she had dated Terence Higgs, that break up was rough. He was so “in love” with (Y/N) but she never felt the same way. There was something the two boys had asked her before they had broken up.

It was something she pushed to the back of her mind, when the two had asked her that question she was unsure on how to answer them. Maybe it was because of Draco and her feelings towards him. Or maybe it’s because she simply didn’t feel the same way. Draco wasn’t one to ask her about her relationship, if anything he’d just ask how Warrington and Higgs were doing but nothing more.

“Thank you for meeting me Cassius.” (Y/N) spoke, offering him to take a sit across from her. She had asked him to meet at this muggle café in London, it was small, minimalist. The air was damp, the same clouds casted over gloomy London, the smell of fresh rain filled the streets. The two had been dating for nearly six months, but doing those six months she felt as though she could never meet him halfway.

Once the two got their orders silence engulfed between the two, she sighed lightly it’s best for her to start the conversation. I mean she did ask for him to meet her here.

“I’m not going to be rash. But, for the last few months I’ve felt distant from you, which is not your fault really it’s mine. I never met you half-way for much, turned you down to go on dates. I just feel as though, I don’t love you as much as I thought I did.”

Cassius sighed twirling the mini spoon around his now empty tea cup, he had noticed how distant she became but just hoped that she would come around. But, a part of him knew the love she had for him was not as strong as it was before. It was like the flame on a candle wick, most of the wax halfway gone leaving the flame to burn whatever scraps was left.

“I-um knew for a while now.. I just held onto to hope. But, I don’t want you to be in a loveless relationship, neither should I. We can still be friends though.” (Y/N) placed her hand atop of Cassius giving it a soft squeeze, “This is a mutual breakup, we can both agree if anyone ask we came to the conclusion together.”

Terence was harder, Pansy had set the two up on a blind date. He had just gotten out of a relationship with some girl from Hufflepuff, a girl from their year of course.

It was harder to get out of that relationship because not even three weeks in he claimed to have loved (Y/N). A part of her knew he was still hurt from just recently getting out of a relationship, she also knew when he said I love you he didn’t address it to her. Merely because there were times when the name of his ex-girlfriend would slip past his mouth. This never bothered her as much as she thought it would do, if anything it was eye-opening.

The night she had broken up with Terence, she sat with him as he cried. She sat there and told him if him and Hannah were meant to be, they’d find their way back to each other eventually.

The question both boys asked before she had left them, that had her laying wide awake at night was:

“Is it because of Draco? Are we breaking up because of him?”

Sure, the two were close. They were best friends. She had broken up with the two because she was not in love, she didn’t feel the same way. But a part of her knew Draco could’ve been a contributing factor.

The sound of door creaking open brought her out of her thoughts glancing over at the clock to see Draco was a bit later than usual. (Y/N) smirked standing from the bed to meet Draco halfway, “You’re later th-”

“Strip and get on the bed.”

This hasn’t happened in a long while, her stomach turned in excitement as she clenched her thighs together. Draco slowly walked up to her wrapping his fingers around her throat, “Do I need to repeat myself?” (Y/N) smiled at him innocently before shaking her head.

“No.”

“Good girl.”

𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰

It had been a long day for Draco, usually because some other trainees may have been being complete douche bags or patients would give him glares, and some healers may have been degrading him due to having the mark. He was use to the mark, sometimes forgetting it’s there. So when he’d roll up his sleeves to his elbow the mark was visible.

His eyes wandered over her naked figure, usually she’d shy away from his gaze but it made her feel more confident and proud. Draco stood at the edge of the bed, his hands shoved into his front pockets not hiding his visible bulge. Usually when he has a long day like this, she’ll let him do whatever he wants. To an extent of course, he knew her limits as she knew his.

Nights like these left her unable to walk the next morning, next few days to say the least. Along with many, many marks and bruises. She never minded though. Nights like these made her feel alive, the way his hands wrapped around her throat, or the way he’d kiss her, mark her all over her chest.

“Are you gonna let me do whatever I want tonight?” His beautiful grey eyes were far gone it was much darker and almost black. (Y/N) nodded leaning up on her elbows, “Anything you want Draco, I’m yours.” sometimes she question herself, was her heart talking or was it her head. Was love talking or was it just purely lust?

Draco’s hand moved to her cheek brushing his thumb against her cheeks his rings were cold against your hot cheeks. That only fueled your desire, you loved his rings one caught your eye. You had recently given it to him to show how proud you were that no matter what was thrown at him at work he was still able to keep himself under control.

You had stopped by Saint Mungo’s meeting up with Draco for lunch, something you tried to do as much as possible to keep his spirits up because you knew many of the healers there along with patients would have a lot to say about having a Malfoy treat them.

She played with the velvet green box in the pocket of her trench coat, inside was a beautiful Garden silver snake ring on the inside of the ring she had gotten his initials engraved. He saw her sitting inside the waiting area sighing in relief, just the person he wanted to see.

Walking in he placed a kiss to the crown of her head, “Let me get my coat and we’ll head out.” (Y/N) nodded in approval watching him turn the corner. A soft scoff caught her attention, she glanced to see a woman who seemed to be no older than forty-five reading the daily prophet.

“May I help you?” (Y/N) never meant to come off as rude but she knew it was witches and wizards like her that made Draco want to quit becoming a healer. The woman glanced at (Y/N) placing the prophet down.

“Are you dating him? Do you know who he is? A death eater dear!”

(Y/N) scoffed lightly it’s been three years. Three years! Yet still people bother to talk about how Draco was a death eater, only judging what they see. “First off, he’s not a death eater! Voldemort is dead! And yes I know who is he! That’s my best friend and I am honestly sick and tired of you people bashing him for his name! You should not be judging someone you-”

“(Y/N)” Draco placed his hand on her shoulder giving it a small squeeze, “let’s go.” she picked up her purse brushing her hair out of her face turning on her heels in anger walking away from the waiting room.

“Have a great rest of your day ma’am.” Draco spoke before catching up with (Y/N). The lady was left speechless and embarrassed of her actions from earlier. (Y/N) was tired of people degrading Draco of his name and past, hoping that one day they can all just move on.

Draco finally caught up with her. He knew how much it angered her when he’d tell her about what he had encountered at work. He tried to not let it bother him as much, trying his best to just let it go and forget about it. The mark was like a bad stain that he was stuck with.

“Darling.”

(Y/N) turned around to wrap her arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry Dray.” his brows furrowed in confusion as to why she was apologizing he pulled back slightly placing his hands on her cheeks. Using his thumbs to brush her tears away, “You don’t need to apologize. Thank you for defending me, I really appreciate.” she gave him a small smile remembering the box in her pocket.

“I um, have something for you.”

She held the box between the two causing Draco to smirk, “Are you proposing Avery?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully “You wish.” he took the box into his hands opening it to see a beautiful silver snake ring. Carefully he picked it up watching as it glistened in the sunlight, he noticed a small engraving in the ring noticing it was his initials.

“I know you go through some much with patients and well people like- that witch so I wanted to get you a gift to remind you that you’re strong and it doesn’t matter what other’s think.” she watched as he slipped it onto his middle finger noting that it fit perfectly.

“Thank you (Y/N/N). I love it.”

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

“Say it again.” he whispered as he slowly leaned forward.

“I’m yours.”

The kiss was rough and sinful their teeth clashed against each other Draco’s hand moved around her throat causing (Y/N) to let out a low moan. He pulled away moving kisses down her neck before pausing for a second.

He quickly undid his tie “May I darling?” (Y/N) smiled “You can do whatever you want sir, take me how you would like.” Draco smirked wrapping the satin material over her eyes tying it behind her head.

“Such a good girl. Now, lay back I’m gonna go fetch something.”

(Y/N) did as she was told laying back her head coming in contact with the puffy pillow. She heard the door shut, she didn’t want to take her blindfold off but she was unsure of where he had gone. A few minutes later the door opened back up, (Y/N) didn’t dare to move not wanting to anger Draco more than he already was.

Draco placed the glass of ice onto the night stand, he leaned over pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips causing her to gasp lightly. This was the first time he had blindfolded her, everything was heightened now that once of her senses was blocked. He finally placed his lips on hers, this kiss was different it was slow and passionate unlike earlier.

(Y/N) felt Draco pull away slightly as she lifted her head in attempt to find his soft pink lips. He took an ice cube from the glass and placed it between his teeth, slowly he grazed it over her chest watching her face contour in pleasure. This was also new, and it had her wondering where did he learn this from?

He grazed the ice cube over her nipples watching as her chest rose and fell, he dragged the ice cube further down the valley of her breast watching as it left a trail. Her body felt as though it was on fire, she could feel Draco trailing the ice cube up and down her inner thigh wanting nothing more than for him to just put his mouth to different use.

Her breathing was heavy chest rising up and down ever few seconds, she gripped the sheets. His long fingers played with your juices teasingly, as his tongue brushed against your sensitive nub – at this point she could hear her heart beat pounding in her ear. Silently begging for more, wanting him to just get straight to the point.

She couldn’t see his face but she knew he had a smug look, that git. Draco finally gave in wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves causing (Y/N) to gasp loudly. Unsure if she could move, she kept her hands to the side trying her platinum blonde. In her past two relationships they could never compare to what Draco makes her feel with every touch she felt euphoric, entranced, under his spell.

“Dray.”

The mixture of his fingers vigorously pumping into you as his warm mouth nurtured your clit, he was entranced you couldn’t see it but he adored the way your squirmed under his touch. The way you bit your lip and threw your head back in pleasure. It was truly a beautiful sight.

That same familiar knot formed in her stomach, she bucked her hips against his mouth chasing her high. Draco pulled away before she could even reach it causing her to whimper in disapproval. He began to remove his dress shirt leaning forward to kiss her red lips, tasting herself on his lips. The sound of his belt unbuckling was music to her ears.

“Draco please, I want to see you.”

He leaned forward untying the knot, her eyes fluttered open adjusting to the light of the room leaning forward to press kisses onto his bare abdomen helping him undone his belt. Draco placed his left hand around her throat, “Just lay back for me darling.” her eyes glanced over to the mark. It wasn’t a deep jet black, it was now a bit of a charcoal gray. She knew he had been finding remedies to get it removed or to at least make it fade. Whatever he was doing was working.

(Y/N) nodded laying back into the soft white sheets watching as Draco removed whatever garment of clothing he had left reaching into his back pocket to grab the gold foil quickly unwrapping it to place the latex onto his shaft.

His mouth travels through your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin, as a low moan escapes from your lips. The sound seems to have ignited something deep inside of him, he finally enters you, your eyes shut once more and you see stars. He started off at a slow pace, your hands reached around to running them up and down his back feeling how tense his muscles were.

“Let go Dray, be as rough as you need to be. I can handle it.”

He picks up the pace and holds one of your legs above his shoulder. His hips thrust into yours and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. His scent intoxicates you, a sweet mixture of his cologne and sweat. Slowly he brought his hand up to wrap around your throat, her eyes rolled back in pleasure one of her hands wrapped around his wrist.

“Faster.”

They were a mess, their moans and pants painting an unholy symphony he removed his hand from her neck allowing the two to trade places. (Y/N) was now sitting atop of him, he laid back placing his hands behind his head.

“Go on darling, get yourself off.”

(Y/N) smirked as she bounced, creating a steady rhythm, one that suits the both of you. Draco has one of his hands gripping your waist tightly, guiding you as you ride him and pushing you down harder. Your hips roll against his, creating a refreshingly sinful friction. His other hand travels up your torso, finding your breasts and playing with your nipples, taking his time with each of them.

She leaned forward pressing kisses onto his chest and moving up to his shoulder biting the exposed skin causing Draco to hiss in pain and pleasure. The obscene sounds of skin against skin fill the room, as you bounce on his shaft. You can feel the familiar bubble of warmth grow on your lower abdomen and his name falls from your lips like a spell. No matter how many times they’ve done this, she was still left speechless.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around his throat tugging him up, he sat upright wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her flushed against his chest as they reached their high. Their lips moved against one another moving in-sync, the two were a panting mess. Her hand dropped from his throat moving both hands to grip his shoulders.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩) 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰

“Come on darling let go.” Draco rasped brushing her hair out of her face, he kissed her once more watching as she buried her head into the crook of his neck riding out her high, Draco following not too long after.

“I love you.” (Y/N) mumbled as she rode out her high.

Draco heard it loud and clear, watching as (Y/N) rolled off of him. She didn’t mean it, I don’t think she did. He was panicking, not wanting to bring up the subject. He wasn’t even sure if she heard herself say it, maybe it was the sex. She didn’t mean it.

(Y/N) rolled over to an empty bed, usually the two would just sleep over and leave together the next day. This was different, she noticed a note sitting on the nightstand with her name on it.

𝙃𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙢'𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥.

-𝘿.𝙈

Her brows furrowed in confusion, this wasn’t the usual Draco. Did she say something? She began to rack her brain, unsure of what she could’ve said to have Draco running out the door.

“Incendio.” she mumbled watching as the note began to burn, what did she do wrong?

It’s been a month since the two had last met, a month. (Y/N) had sent him notes the first two weeks since their last meet up yet Draco never wrote back. After the two weeks she stopped, still unsure of what she may have done. However, she was sure tonight she’d finally get the answer. The Malfoy’s had invited the Avery’s for dinner, something that was long awaited.

“(Y/M/N), (Y/F/N) come in! Ah! I see we only have (Y/N) tonight.” Lucius spoke as they walked into the Malfoy Manor. Before it use to be so dark and dreary, now it was bright, lively, warm and welcoming.

The last time she was back at the Manor was way before Narcissa had given it a makeup. She loved to wander the many halls of the manor, (Y/N) walked the halls admiring the portraits of the Malfoy family. She stopped in front of a portrait with Lucius, standing to the left of Draco whom sat in a grand chair Narcissa to his right and his Aunt Bellatrix not too far from Narcissa.

Just then a pair of cold hands covered her eyes, “Harry?” (Y/N) questioned sarcastically earning a low scowl from Draco. She knew the two were now good friends, but she also knew just what to do to push his buttons.

“You wound be Avery.”

(Y/N) smiled brightly as he moved his hands to wrap around her waist, resting his chin on the crown of her head. She was still staring at the family portrait, Draco seemed so sad, the color from his face drained from all the stress that was onto him.

“You look much happier now.. did you know that?” her voice was barley a whisper, loud enough for the two to hear. Draco smiled at her lifting his chin slightly to rest on her shoulder, “It’s thanks to my mum, and well to you-”

'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 (𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰) 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

She turned around resting her hands on his chest, “mostly you honestly. You stuck with me no matter what the circumstances were.” (Y/N) smiled pressing a kiss to his pale cheek. “I know, I’m the best! Now, let’s get lunch I’m starved.” Draco chuckled at her comment watching as she pulled away from his arms.

He loved her. He really did but, he was also afraid. He’s never had a relationship before, sure he may have had girls drooling over him and well shagged a few but it was never anything serious. But (Y/N)? He knew he loved her, but he just felt afraid.

(Y/M/N) smiled, “Yes! Ryan is off on a quidditch match.” (Y/N) admired the beautiful chandelier that hung in the foyer, her eyes moved from the ceiling to the marble floors. Narcissa did an amazing job.

“Draco’s in the library dear.”

She turned her attention away from the ground and back to Lucius giving him a warm smile, “Thank you Mr.Malfoy.” she knew the manor like the back of her hand.

The library was one of her favorite room. The amount of books that decorated the shelves, it could honestly be a book store. (Y/N) walked the halls quietly not wanting Draco to get up and leave before she could ask why he left to suddenly. Once she reached the library she quickly closed the doors muttering “Colloportus.”

“Muffliato.” she mumbled watching as Draco stared at her with wide-eyes, “Incarcerous.” Draco watched as roped wrapped around his wrist, he tugged at them slightly watching as (Y/N) smirked in satisfaction. She wanted answers and if this is the only way she was going to get them so be it.

“Why did you leave Dray?”

Draco tugged at the restraints huffing slightly, “Didn’t you read the note?” (Y/N) glared at him “Of course I read the note! But seriously? Your mum’s birthday passed! And, you haven’t been answering any of my notes.”

“Relashio.”

He stalked over to (Y/N) wrapping his hand around her wrist, “You don’t get to come into my house and make demands, let alone integrate me!”

(Y/N) scoffed loudly, “Then just answer my question! Merlin Dray, you were always one with the dramatics. You always make things complicated!” Draco ran his fingers through his hair tugging at his roots. He paused, I make things complicated?

“I make things complicated? Wow (Y/N) very clever, at least I was not the one who said I love you.” Her head whipped towards Draco. What did he just say? She blinked a few times, processing what he just said.

“Come again?”

“We had something good going on (Y/N/N), I thought we agreed no feelings.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “We never agreed to anything! All we did was hook up and went from their! You and I both know we’ve been beating around the bush. Avoiding the subject as to what we are. So maybe I do love you-”

He watched as she sat down, “I have loved you for the last seven years Draco. The night of the yule ball, that’s when I knew I loved you that’s when I knew I had feelings for you! But instead of telling you I pushed that feeling away afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way. Then we had this whole rendezvous which made me question what we are, but I want more! I want to be able to tell Pansy I don’t need to go on blind dates anymore, I don’t want to go into another relationship knowing I don’t truly love that person. So tell me now Draco, what is it that you want to do?”

Draco cupped her fast brushing the tears that had stained her cheeks, “I left because honestly, I was afraid, I still am. I don’t want to fuck up and treat you badly as my father did me. I have never been in a relationship before, nor did I know what love felt like. But when I’m with you I forget about all my worries. You’re my light (Y/N), you always have been. I love you too much to loose you.”

(Y/N) rested her forehead against his watching as he took both your hands into his peppering kisses over the back of your hand, “Please forgive me love, I’m so sorry.” she let go of his hands so she could wrap her arms around him instead burying her head into the crook of his neck.

“I forgive you Dray.” She pulled back to place a soft kiss onto his lips, wiping the tears from his pale cheeks. After seven years she finally admitted her true feelings for her best friend.

“Why don’t we ditch this dinner and I take you out on a proper date?” (Y/N) giggled nodding in approval, unlocking the library door the two walked hand in hand to the dining room noticing their parents were having a drink and chattering among themselves.

The two caught Narcissa’s attention first, she gasped loudly nearly dropping her glass as she brought her hand to her mouth “Is it finally happening?” (Y/N) watched as Draco tried to hide his blush, “Well not yet, but Draco asked me out on a date then, we’ll go from there.” Narcissa smiled widely “Go ahead! I’m sure we can turn this family dinner into a double date?” she looked between her husband and the Avery’s whom agreed. The two stood outside the manor, unsure of where to go next.

“So, does this mean you’re going to be a Malfoy?”

(Y/N) slapped his shoulder playfully, “If that’s your way of a proposal remind me to say no.”

The two were finally happy, after what they had gone through in the last five years? They deserved it, especially Draco.

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fic

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Nifflers Don't Help

Pair: Remus Lupin x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Remus and (Y/n) have been pining after each other for far too long, but what happens when Lupin finds out through a very specific glasses wearing student that the professor who handles magical creatures likes him back?

Warnings: Suggestive, Lupins Sass, your sass. Remus is probably out of character, Swearing. I swear a lot-

Notes: Requested! I hope this is OK! I kinda ran with the idea of the reader being a teacher at Hogwarts. Hope you like it! Sorry it took so long.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Being the Care For Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts was absolutely the best job you've had in such a long time, like galloping hippogriffs, it was everything you loved! Magical creatures! Teaching! Teaching about how to care and handle said magical creatures! It was literally your dream come true.

It was even better because you got to meet Remus Lupin, a very kind man who worked as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Now you'd gotten to know him very well over the past year for obvious reasons.

And yes, you knew of his.. I wanna say a little but it obviously isn't, problem. Lupin hadn’t necessarily told you, you found out by coming to Hagrid's hut to look over some of the creatures he had while he was doing some secret Dumbledore business and found him cowering in the corner, full werewolf.

Of course you slammed the door and made a mad scramble toward the castle like a hippogriff after a ferret. Luckily, you did manage to escape his claws and hide away in the castle. But when he found out what happened, he felt so much guilt he came to find you immediately.

You ended up telling him the full story of what happened the night before, and it took him about 30 minutes to stop apologizing profusely. He'd simply forgotten to take his potion again and didn't mean to cause you any harm.

You forgave him. How could you not? He was quite literally begging for you to and you did fancy him. In the end, you really couldn't say no and everyone knows werewolves could kill their best friend if they had the chance. It wasn't his fault, really.

You shook your head away from the memories and smiled across the field at your class. "Alright everyone! That's all I got for today!" you smiled wider when the kids let out a groan of dismay. "Oh, I know! We always have tomorrow, now say goodbye to Goldie!" you held the squirming brownish yellow colored niffler in your hand as all the kids grabbed their books, waved to the tiny adorable mass of furr and said goodbye.

You couldn't help but keep smiling once everyone left. Today's lesson had ended successfully, as per the usual. Every student loved you!

You were extra kind to students who had fears of certain creatures (Ron) and understanding to students who couldn't always finish the homework because of helping others (Neville) and didn't even put up with one very specific blonde who was lowkey a twat (I don't even have to put his name in for you to know who I'm talking about).

You paced over to the table you placed outside before class and opened the small case laying on top, checking the inside of it while you held the wiggly creature to your chest.

The case was similar to Scamander's in the sense that the inside was bigger, but not by much. This one case was supposed to store the niffler and the niffler only, so it only had to be so big. The case on the inside had a water bowl, a nice soft makeshift bed for the baby and a few gems and coins all for comfort.

You placed the little sweetheart into the case and shut it gently, locking it closed. You hummed gently, not hearing the person approaching you from behind.

"You handle them so well."

Your cry of shock echoed in the woods around you and you could've sworn your body jumped up at least 6 feet in the air. You basically got whiplash from how fast you turned around, looking at the man standing behind you.

"The creatures, I mean." Lupin was leaning against one of the trees, a smile on his face as he nodded toward the creature.

You couldn't help but giggle a little bit and shift your suit tie out of nervous habit. "Oh! Yeah, well, it's kinda needed for the job." you stumbled over your words a little bit, rubbing the back of your neck and avoiding his piercing eyes.

It was obvious to your class, it was obvious to the other professors, just about the entire castle knew about your 'tiny' crush on the professor.

Everyone knew.

Literally everyone. Harry, Dumbledore, even Snape. SNAPE KNEW!

But guess who didn't?

Remus Lupin, the gentleman you'd fallen head over heels from the minute you stepped into the dinning hall.

If looks could kill, you'd be more than 6 feet under, that's for sure. He was so handsome and kind and his eyes- Godric, his eyes.

Why would he figure it out, anyway? It isn't like he's a very smart man who literally teaches children how to protect themselves against the darkest of evils known in the wizarding world.

"Well, yeah, but you have talent. I could tell from when you walked into the dinning hall." Remus stepped forward, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. "Keen eye." he tapped his temple, a side smile on his face.

"Uhhuh." you nodded your head, taking your own step forward, leaving the bag on the counter. "Sure. Very keen eye." you crossed your arms over your vest covered chest.

"It's true! I'm very observant-" this caused you to snort. "What?"

"Yeah, ok!"

"What? Are you hiding something from me (L/n)?" he stepped closer, his chest almost touching yours. "Should I be concerned?" his smile turned into a lopsided smirk, causing butterflies to make themselves known in your stomach.

"Oh, no, of course not, Mr. Lupin." you shot him an innocent smile and stood on your tippy toes, only to pop back down onto your heals. "If you haven't noticed it by now, I fear you may never." with that, you turned around and all but strutted to your way to the table, making sure to sway your hips just enough to tease.

Remus' eyes fought to look away, but in the end his eyes were glued on your bum. The thin man felt his jaw drop to the floor. It was no lie that the professor had a crush on you and, like everything else, the whole damn castle knew.

Everyone supported you two and it physically pained them to see you act so oblivious to each other and do nothing but flirt, but you were sure it was just playful banter! It had to be.

"Well, maybe I need some hints to figure it out." he stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed you to the table, his eyes following your hands as you picked up the case gently.

"I don't think you need hints, I think you need glasses." you turned to him, shaking your head back and forth, tsking at him. "You're keen eyes might be fading."

Wizard Gods did he love you. He missed being able to banter with James and Lily and this made him feel like.. Well.. Like new. He couldn't help but smile wider and lean against the table, his confidence coming back in a full stride.

"Ouch! Are you calling me old?"

"We both know the answer to that."

"Damn, ok. My pride." He snickered. "But what is the great and adorably luring Mr. (Y/n) (L/n) hiding from me, hmm?" he leaned forward.

His words caused you to blush and rub the back of your neck.

"Well, I-I want you to figure it out!" You adjusted the bag, the handle growing uncomfortable as your palms began to sweat.

"Ooh~ Really? Like a," he paused, scratching his chin with a free hand, "like a game?" he stepped toward you again mindlessly, his hands clasping behind his back.

You looked at his face and had to do a double take. Were his eyes always that dark? With every step he took, you subconsciously took one back.

"I-I guess you could say that."

"Interesting. If I get it right, do I get a reward?"

Before you knew it, your back hit the wood of a tree and his body all but trapped you in place. All of this was causing you to feel dizzy in the best possible way.

"Su-" you cleared your throat, ignoring the way it cracked and was higher in pitch, "Sure!"

"Is it an emotional connection?"

You set the case down haphazardly, almost dropping it. The question only made your palms sweater. "Are you allowed to be asking questions? Besides, shouldn't you know it?" you asked as you wiped your hands on your work pants.

"Maybe I'm asking to see if I'm right before I jump headfirst and embarrass myself." he chuckled lightly, his hands coming up to trap your head between them and all but pin you to the rough bark.

"Oh.. Well, I.. Yeah, it's emotional." you don't remember losing the ability to talk with authority, but your voice was barely a whisper by the time it came out.

"Aaahh, ok. Here, let me see if I nailed this on the head, shall we?" he paused and moved his wand hand to rest against your hip, causing you to jump ever so slightly. "I think that you," he spoke as his thumb rubbed against the bone of your hip, "fancy me and that you have since you started teaching here."

You stayed completely still against the tree. You didn't blink, breath, nothing just stared at the man against you as your heart pounded in your ears.

"What?"

"Am I wrong? And don't lie, that would be cheating." Lupin leaned in closer, causing your cheeks to erupt a deeper red.

Let's be honest, he didn't figure it out by himself. Harry, bless the little termite, had been kind of joking with the teacher when the confession slipped free. The poor kid was basically stalked by the teacher who kept asking questions for a week before Hermione finally snapped, saying he should go ask the creature handler himself instead of waiting their study time.

While Remus was fighting the memories and waiting for your response, you were having an inner war with yourself. For example, you were trying to figure out how in good ol' Godric mother fucking Gryffindor he figured it out! You snapped out of it when his other hand came up to cup your cheek.

"I-I-"

Lupin smiled wider at your stutter and blush and everything. Harry had been right, bless his soul. That kid was gonna ace his class for this alone. He shook his head, teasing about your shy state and let out a sigh. "Am I wrong?" he asked, figuring it was easier for you to say yes or no to that than say you loved him out in the open.

Once you arranged the courage, you shook your head no as your eyes darted between his eyes and lips. He pushed himself impossibly closer to you, his head leaning down so he could press a kiss to your lips.

Holy Merlin. Moony wanted to stay like that forever. His hand on your cheek slid to the back of your neck to keep you there, managing to deepen the kiss even more.

Your brain actually shut off.

It took some time for it to reboot, but when it did, oh boy, did you kiss back. You poured all of your emotion and love and passion into it, causing the man to let out a groan.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't want you to see the blush on his face or the huge grin spreading across his lips.

"Should'a done that ages ago." He whispered against your neck, then pressed his lips against the skin resting at the base of your neck. The action caused you to shiver and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Wait, you like me too?"

Lupin pulled back to stare into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he just kinda.. He just kinda stared at you.

"Really?"

"What?"

"I kissed you and you're worried if I like you back?"

"W-well, yeah. I'd hate to get the wrong signals."

Remus ran a hand through his hair in frustration. How were you so innocent? Literally how? He kissed you and you can't tell he likes you back? How did you not know?

"Lupin?" Your voice cut him out of the inner dialog. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just bloody curious on how you could be getting the wrong signals when I kissed you."

"Well I don't wanna assu-" he cut you off by grabbing your shoulders and slamming a kiss against your lips, causing you to actually squeak against his. Your eyes fell shut as your hands absent-mindedly pulled bark off the tree as you kissed back. A whine fell from your lips when he pulled away to speak.

"(Y/n), you are oblivious and so smart and so attractive that you managed to make me fall for you everyday and you don't even know. That should be a crime. How are you so perfect but you can't see it?"

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you, holding all of his love for you in his eyes. You quickly broke out in a grin. His words were like the last piece of a puzzle and it fit so perfectly. You let out a laugh and shook your head.

"I know now, don't I? And besides, you can't talk. I've been sending you signals since I came here and you haven't noticed either."

"Did you now?" Remus teased, gently reaching up to fix your (tie/glasses). His hand then came back up to your warm cheek. "Then how come the first time I kissed you you didn't catch on? Were you trying to tease another kiss out of me?"

"Nope! Just watched to make sure I was reading it right." you stuck your tongue out at him like a child, causing him to let out a breathy chuckle.

"I literally did a romantic thing to show I romantically like you and you're asking if you were reading it right!"

"Well, yeah! Assuming is a big no-no, Moony."

"Unbelievable, Fluffy!" he laughed, tossing his head back. You stared at his face in confusion, your cheeks burning a little bit brighter at his laugh.

"Fluffy? What kind of nickname is that?"

"Well, you care for creatures and your hair is soft. It fits."

"Isn't that the name Hangrid gave that dog?"

"What dog?"

"Never mind! Besides, It isn't unbelievable! People do weird things all the time!"

Remus' wiggled his eyebrows at you, loving the way you blushed and stuttered. This only gave him more material to tease you over.

"Is a kiss weird to you?"

"No b-"

"So you should've known. How are you so smart but so dumb?"

"Good question! Let me ask you, Moony! How do you manage to be so hot but so cool?"

"But that didn't answer my question!" Lupin let out a laugh, his shoulders bouncing. He shook his head and leaned back into your neck, trailing butterfly soft kisses across the skin. "I'm fact, you just dodged it completely."

"I-I don't have to answer anything." your Adam's apple bounced as you swallowed thickly.

His hands went from your hips to the back of your thighs and suddenly he was picking you up, your back still hard against the tree.

"I think you should do everything I tell you." his voice was deep in your ear, causing you to let out a whine.

"Oh, but I won't." You were trying to act like your face wasn't bright red and blood wasn't rushing south. Stupid werewolf strength and stupid hot man and ug H-

"I might have to do something about this disobedience, then, hmm?"

Tossing your head back against the tree, you bit your lip to hide back a groan as his teeth gently niped along your Adam's apple. You tilted your head back and let out a sigh as he sucked on the skin. Your eyes slowly opened and grew wider at the sight above you.

"Goldie?!" Your mouth hung open as the golden shit looked down at you and tried to scurry up higher, Lupins pocket watch chain hanging from it's pouch.

"Never called me that one, love. I don't get the reference. You might have to explain it for me." Lupin laughed against your skin, causing goosebumps to spread across it.

"What? No, Lupin, the niffler!"

"Shouldn't it should be in the-"

"She's in the tree!"

"What?" he pulled away from your neck and looked up. "Oh.. You're gonna have to grab him, aren't you?"

"Her, and yes."

"And I'm gonna help?"

"Yup."

"Which means we can't snog anymore, right?" he shot you a smirk, trying to be playful while you were losing your mind.

"Remus! She has your watch!" Your voice held bite, which he'd never heard before. It was hot. He found himself licking his lips, wanting to just grind into you, but the smack to his chest pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Ok! I got the hint!"

The grown man whined and set you back down, giving you a look of disappointment mixed with child grumpiness. He watched your ass as you rolled up your sleeves and climbed up the tree with little struggle.

"... Did we just get cock-blocked by a niffler?"

"Don't use that language in front of the baby, Lupin! She's just a young thing!"

"First of all, she can't understand us." he looked up at you, admiring your legs. "And second, If it's our baby, someone has some explaining to do."

"Lupin, just climb the damn tree and grab the baby." you plucked a pine cone off a branch and hurled it at the brunettes head with accuracy that scared him.

"Ouch! Alright! Alright. Jeez, I didn't know you could be so pushy." He took off his suit jacket and laid it across one of the lower branches before rolling up his sleeves and following you up the tree.

"Yuck."

"What now?"

"I touched sap. It's gross."

"I'll push you right off that branch if you don't take this seriously! Grab him-!"

"Her, (L/n.)"

"Do no-. Don't. Don't even do that."

"Love you too, (L/n)."

#remus lupin x male reader #remus lupin #Remus Lupin imagine #Goldie the Niffler #remus x male reader #remus lupin imagine #male reader #harry potter #x male reader #Ronny Writes #fic #hp male fic #hp fic

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 3 years ago

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Why is literally everyone in Barnaby’s family so fucking awful?? Like does he not have any even slightly nicer family members? His parents are verbally and physically abusive and literal death eaters (his dad is at least). His grandma doesn’t sound that much better than them and he’s living with her. Cecil seems alright towards him I guess, I mean I think he’s pretty annoying and I’m not on board with the werewolf capture thing but at least he’s not abusive toward him going of their interactions in year 7. I’m surprised Barnaby didn’t turn out worse given the shit he’s been through tbh

You know, it's funny, but when I first saw the passage about his grandmother, it reminded me of someone else. In general, I doubt the writers intended for us to take that line too seriously or read that much into it. Much like the joke Bill made about Barnaby not having a brain during Levi's quest, we can probably just chalk this up to being another joke about Barnaby being dim witted and not meaning much else, as the game loves to play that for laughs as his primary character trait. And don't get me wrong, these jokes are funny, they are. And I doubt most characters mean them as insults rather than just acknowledgements of Barnaby's semi-obvious character trait. Still, I do wish the game didn't feel the need to reference it quite so often. I would love it if there were quests where it didn't come up at all, and he was treated as every bit as competent as everyone else.

But you know who the grandmother mentioned in this scene made me think of? Augusta Longbottom, actually. There are two ways to think about her character. One interpretation is that she is a hilarious and badass grandma who took no shit and knew what was what. That she saw potential in Neville and wanted him to live up to it. The other, less flattering interpretation is that she was horrible to her grandson and her behavior bordered on emotional abuse, that she was often a bully and shamed Neville for the crime of simply not being the same person as his father, for not living up to that abstract and impossible standard. I mean, Neville never even had the chance to know his father, much less have any ability to emulate him. Never mind if he even wanted to, never mind his own issues with confidence and everything else.

Barnaby's grandmother, though we only know this small detail, gives me Augusta Longbottom vibes. She's probably a better personal overall than Barnaby's parents, but that isn't necessarily saying much. If anything, I still say that Barnaby is most likely better off living with Cecil. Though Cecil is by no means a good influence at all, Barnaby should still look to his friends at Hogwarts as the people that he surrounds himself with and learns social cues from. But Cecil is the one family member with whom I am relatively certain Barnaby will never be directly abused or harmed. Cecil does mean well, he doesn't think that he's doing anything wrong...but he's still hunting other human beings simply for existing as they are, for having a condition that they cannot control and did not choose to have. Still, again, this doesn't strike me as cruelty so much as idiocy. I mean, don't forget, this guy admires Gilderoy Lockhart...

I am proud, so damn proud, of how Barnaby turned out. And I think getting to meet and grow close to MC and his other friends played no small part in him becoming the sweetheart that he is today. He was never a bad person, his instinct was always toward doing what he thought was right...but hanging out with Merula and Ismelda was toxic for him and teaching him the wrong lessons. I've said this before, but I don't believe Barnaby would have ever had it in him to grow up into a terrible person. He would never be Death Eater material. But he might have turned out to be much more like Cecil if MC had never reached out to him. Well meaning, yes, but hating what he doesn't understand simply because he was taught to hate it. But with his current trajectory, I expect Barnaby to wind up being more like Hagrid in his adulthood, which is one hell of a step up in my opinion.

#Barnaby Lee #Cecil Lee #Augusta Longbottom #Neville Longbottom #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Analysis

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Sorry, this is a silly question... but what is an alchemical story?

Hi! It’s not silly, don’t worry. I’m talking about literary alchemy (not physical or anything lol). It’s a type of story structure that’s pretty common around the world yet not talked about as much as it should be.

Some stories that use this are Lord of the Rings, A Song of Ice and Fire, RWBY, Heaven Official’s Blessing (and to an extent Mo Dao Zu Shi and Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System), The Witcher (the books), The Chronicles of Narnia, The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty, His Dark Materials, and more. So it’s kind of like. A worldwide thing.

Let’s sum it up:

If you’re like “this image sums nothing up, I now have more questions” don’t worry, that was my initial reaction too.

The person staring at the geometric shapes is the alchemist: he is going to create the great work (magnum opus; it’s a common term in English to mean your best work, and yes, it comes from alchemy).

The big circle is universe/heaven/macrocosm. Hence why in a lot of stories alchemy shows up in (usually fantasy, but not always, like The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty) are fantasy--because the entire world tends to be at stake (even in TSOMD this is the case).

The triangle is--well, originally it was body, soul, and spirit, but what the difference between a soul and a spirit is remains esoteric at best, so now it’s usually seen as heart, mind, body. These usually take the form of specific characters and it’s partially why trios are very common in alchemy and fantasy stories in general: for example, Harry Potter (heart-->he has a “saving people thing” as Hermione says and is self-sacrificial, brave, and noble), Hermione (mind-->she’s smart, wise, etc), and Ron (body-->he’s always eating).

The square is the four elements... in western alchemical tradition, anyways (water, air, fire, earth). If you’re doing eastern alchemy, it’s five (water, fire, earth, wood, and metal). For example of this in Eastern Alchemy, Mo Dao Zu Shi has five great sects: the Jin is known for its gold (metal), the Lan for its wisdom and wooded forests in the mountains (wood), the Wen for its fire (fire), the Jiang for its lotus waterways (water), and the Nie for being butchers and living in rocky terrain (earth).

You might have thought of Avatar: The Last Airbender the moment I brought up elements. Actually, A:tLA is not very alchemical despite its use of the elements. *shrugs* But often when they are used it is a clue the story is alchemical. Harry Potter has four houses: Gryffindor (red and gold colors-->fire), Hufflepuff (symbol is a badger-->earth), Ravenclaw (ravens fly, exists in a tower-->air), and Slytherin (they are located under the lake-->water).

Lastly, the tiny circle is the microcosm. The people inside it are the Red King and White Queen, who join together to create the philosopher’s stone. In literature this means a highly refined person who usually saves the world because metaphor (in like, alchemy people actually tried to make, philosopher’s stones can transmute any metal into gold-->ie inspire others, and provide the elixir of life-->ie everyone is saved).

The actual process for how you get to the philosopher’s stone is--well, there are a lot of different ones. The Witcher and thus far RWBY follow George Ripley’s twelve steps pretty perfectly. But other stories follow seven steps, or even fourteen (well actually they could, I’ve never personally seen this but that formula exists).

However, these steps also fit into a color structure of fourthree. So the simplest structure you can think of is black->white->(gold)red with gold usually subsumed into red. You can divide these three into the twelve steps or seven or whatever. These color stages have Latin names as well: nigredo, albedo, rubedo.

I’ll explain using Harry Potter and Heaven Official’s Blessing. Often, though not always, the passage of these phases is marked with a death.

Black Death: in Harry Potter, Sirius Black. In Heaven Official’s Blessing it’s Shi Wu Du’s death at the hands of He Xuan, titled Ship Sinking Black Water.

White Death: in Harry Potter, Albus (albedo) Dumbledore. In HOB, it’s Lang Ying’s death which brings back Bai Wuxiang, aka White No Face.

Red Death: in Harry Potter, it’s Harry’s own death in the presence of Rubeus (rubedo) Hagrid. In HOB, it’s Hua Cheng’s, titled Crimson Rain Sought Flower. Harry’s death saves all of his friends and prevents Voldemort from harming them (elixir of life).

Anyways, that’s a quick overview. @argentvive writes really excellent explanations of alchemy in stories, and I’ve written some metas myself if you click on my alchemy tag! I’ve tracked the twelve steps in The Witcher, for example, and in RWBY (though RWBY is not complete yet). If you want to know more about symbolism, I recommend Lyndy Abraham’s Dictionary of Alchemical Imagery because it’s pretty definitive.

#ask hamliet #alchemy #Anonymous

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kateanthnys · 4 years ago

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Dumb Dramione arguments and rebuttals because it’s about time we talked about it.

This is taken from @/hermione.s_butterbeer on Instagram and @hermiones-butterbeer over here on tumblr, who constructed the basis for this, I added my own thoughts with theirs. I haven’t learned how to put things under a cut yet so if you’re not interested in this and have to scroll past it I’m sorry :/

Hermione would forgive Draco

Hermione is not a forgiving person. She holds the toughest grudges. She will attack you with birds and stop talking to you for months for getting a girlfriend, she will keep you in a jar for writing incriminating shit about her, she will scar the hell out of you for betraying her. Let’s say she grew out of this in her adult years, it’s not a stretch right, she seems to regard malfoy with contempt in the epilogue? Barely a glance, but then again she never really gave him the time of day as a teenager either so who knows? Even then, as an adult, Draco doesn’t need her forgiveness. Hell he probably doesn’t even want it. Couldn’t care less about her. Nor does he even deserve it from her or any of the golden trio. He surely wouldn’t get it from me but I digress. He bullied her for years and was very openly and vehemently against people of her kind. And again, even if she did somehow forgive him, they would definitely not fall in love.

Hermione would change Draco

It’s definitely not her job to “change” Draco, he is a grown man, not a baby in diapers. Nor is it her job to fix a man that bullied and harassed her for years simply for having muggle blood. Anyway, didn’t Astoria already have that covered? She was a pure blood who changed her views about muggleborns. It was probably much easier for Draco to connect with her, someone who understands him on a level Hermione never would be able to, than the ones he hurt most.

If they were together they would break stereotypes

This one is the biggest laugh of them all. Not only are there multiple couples throughout the Harry Potter universe that breaks the stereotypes and normalcy of the wizarding world, these couples didn’t have to suffer each other’s company like Draco and Hermione would. Because to break them they’d have to have love, which was nil in their case. What’s the point If they don’t even like each other. Draco probably could’ve broken some stereotypes himself by not being a blood purist but once again I digress.

Ron didn’t deserve Hermione followed up by a Draco would’ve appreciated her yk the usual shit that don’t make sense

Love isn’t about who deserves who. Who is more deserving than who. How does one even come to the conclusion about who is more deserving than someone else? Money? Power? Blood status? Who cares about those things, Hermione sure doesn’t. Love is about love, and most important of all, choices. She fell in love, made a choice, acted on it and by god she never regretted it or looked back. And you won’t find any textual evidence saying otherwise (fck u Joanne). And if she did I doubt Draco would even factor into one of her choices.

Draco never made her cry, Ron did

Yes, Ron did. Multiple times. Taking away the fact that Hermione is an emotional person, is it really the end of the world if you once in a while make the person you love cry? Ron was her friend, a friend she had feelings for, she cared about him and his opinions, of course she’s gonna cry when shit hits the fan. Draco is another person on the street walking past her, she doesn’t dignify anything he does or says about her with a response. Now talk shit about Hagrid and get smacked tho. Anyway, my family has made me cry more than any random person or people at school have. Does that make them the worst possible people on the planet? Does that mean these random people love me more than my family? No, it does not.

Ron was dumb, Draco was her intellectual equal

This is one of the ones that’s probably fanmade. News flash fanon Draco isn’t canon. There’s no textual evidence to support that he was close in class with her or matches her wit. When Lucius made that comment in CoS, it didn’t mean Draco was RIGHT under Hermione. You can assume everyone was beneath her in marks, doesn’t make him second best. Oh but the vanishing cabinet, the one he had help with. But the mead and the necklace, once again not his ideas. But Legilimency. Yea he learned to blocked his mind. But Hermione didn’t? And we still know she’s the smartest in her year, certainly smarter than Draco? So really does it matter? Guess not. And on Ron’s intelligence. Books and academics aren’t the only forms of smarts either. If anything books will only take you so far, especially in the wizarding world. Back to Draco, who started failing potions as soon as Snape was gone. Favoritism? Not a stretch at all.

Hermione was worried about him and he warned her about the death eaters

Yea, but no? If you read the text with context you’d know she was worried about Hagrid’s job in 3rd year, fourth year, she was right, a teacher doing that to a student was dumb and he could’ve been harmed, and they could’ve lost another DADA teacher before the school year was even over, this is Hermione being logical, Not being caring. And when Ron made the “amazing bouncing ferret” comment, she laughed. Pretty broken up about it isn’t she?Caring is her reaction that same year to Neville and the cruciatus curse. 6th year, do I even have to explain this one? She was NOT DEFENDING HIM. She was being skeptical and reasonable, there’s a difference. She and Ron had every right to be iffy on the death eater thing, they were already proven wrong in 2nd year when they jumped to conclusions about Malfoy, they didn’t want a repeat of that. And the warning thing, my god, if you think that’s a warning, you need to work on how to identify a warning, it might help you later in life.

Jkr said she wanted to make them canon and date in third year and that Draco bullying her was hiding his crush

Source? And don’t say tumblr. Anyway atp what the author says doesn’t matter to most fans so your fighting a losing argument if you use this.

My last thoughts on this is that you will see that most of these points are about Draco. Well that’s because Dramione seems to be all about Draco. What Draco wants, what Draco needs, Draco’s forgiveness, Draco’s redemption. A relationship is a two-way street of equals, give and take, not Hermione giving and Draco taking. What exactly does Hermione get out of a relationship with Draco? Oh, an Intellectual equal, good to know she’ll have him to recite the periodic table to each other at bed time after she’s worked herself to death at work because thats what she wants and needs. Well, at least she’ll have her books to keep her warm. Every girl’s dream amiright. *sarcasm*

The End.

#harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #anti dramione #anti draco malfoy #anti dramione stans #romione #hermiones not a therapist #she wants and needs affection and love too #and she won’t get that out of a relationship with him #anti Draco x Hermione #long essay #draco malfoy

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headcanonsandmore · 4 years ago

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“Letters to Charlie”

Summary: A selection of letters from Ron to his brother Charlie, throughout Ron's first four years at Hogwarts. Includes some mild Romione mentions.

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[1st October 1991]

Dear Charlie,

How are things at the reserve? You said in your last letter that you’ve been getting a lot more burns than normal; have you asked mum for her recipe on salves?

Anyway, I’m settling in okay at Hogwarts. Really glad I was in Gryffindor; my friend Harry was really worried about it, I think. He’s doing fine, but I wish everyone would stop gawking at him all the time. He’s a good bloke; bit quiet but, considering what his aunt and uncle seem to be like, that’s not surprising.

Also, there’s this girl in our class who’s pretty annoying. She treats everyone like they’re idiots and she’s such a teacher’s pet! Her name’s Hermione Granger, and she’s always butting in whenever me and Harry are chatting. She’s not all bad, but I wish she wouldn’t be so uptight about everything. You’d think that someone with hair that bushy would be a bit more fun-loving, but she’s very straightlaced. But I saw her laughing the other day at a joke I made, so maybe she’s not so serious all the time? She has a cute nice laugh.

Don’t tell the twins I said that, or they’ll never stop going on about it.

Anyway, hope you’re okay and that everyone at the reserve is doing fine,

Love,

Ron

[12th November 1991]

Dear Charlie,

Glad to hear that that the Common Welsh Green pair are doing okay. Things have gotten pretty weird at Hogwarts; someone (probably Peeves) let a troll into the castle at Halloween! Me and Harry had to rescue Hermione Granger from the troll; she covered for us, so we didn’t get punished. McGonagall even gave us some points for Gryffindor!

Hermione’s alright, I think. Bit intense, but she’s not as stuffy as I thought. I mean, it was kind-of my fault that she ended up getting caught by the troll, so I’m glad she didn’t hold a grudge about it. She’s always asking me about stuff, probably because she’s never grown up in a magical family. You wouldn’t think it if you saw her in class, though; she gets so many questions right and she’s apparently memorised the textbooks! Barmy, I know, but she’s alright.

Speaking of dragons, do you know if there’s any way of getting a baby one out of the country? Hagrid has a baby Norwegian Ridgeback in his house, but it’s dangerous for the baby to stay here.

Love,

Ron

[16th August 1992]

Dear Charlie,

We managed to rescue Harry from the Dursleys! Mum went mad when we got back, but no harm done. Harry’s aunt and uncle had bars put on his window! I told mum we had to get him out quick; good thing I noticed he wasn’t responding to my letters. Apparently, a house-elf was trying to stop him going back to Hogwarts; weird, right?

Hermione’s saying that she’s hoping to meet up with us in Diagon Alley; I hope so. It’ll be nice to see her again. Apparently, she’s already done all her homework, but that’s what she’s like. What do you think I should get her for her birthday? I asked Harry, but he suggested one of the textbooks (the poor bloke’s never had to buy any presents for anyone ever). I was thinking maybe some of her favourite long-lasting quills, but I’m not sure. Do you reckon I should get her something more… girly? Her best mates are two blokes, so maybe she’d like something to make it clear that I we don’t just see her as another boy? What do you think?

I’m looking forward to Hogwarts this year; hopefully, it should be a bit quieter than last year. How’s your summer been going? You mentioned about the Chinese Fireball having fang rot; has that been fixed yet, or is she still having troubles?

Hope all’s good with you,

Love,

Ron

[6th January 1993]

Dear Charlie,

You’ve probably heard the news already about the attacks happening at Hogwarts. The teachers don’t seem to know who’s doing it. Me, Harry, and Hermione have been trying to figure things out, but we haven’t got any leads lately. We thought it might have been Malfoy, but turns out he’s not doing it (still too happy about the attacks, though, the little git!).

I’m really worried about Hermione, to be honest. The attacks are always against muggle-borns and I’m scared she’s gonna be attacked. Do you know if there’s any creature that can petrify someone? I would ask the defence teacher, but Lockhart can barely tell one end of his wand from the other. Can’t see why Hermione likes him so much; can’t she see how much of a stupid twerp he is?

Like I said before, I’m really sorry about breaking your old wand. I know you said you don’t mind and you’re just glad I was okay, but still. It keeps making weird bubbles whenever I try and cast any spells. My own fault for breaking it, I guess.

Hope you’re well,

Love,

Ron

[8th May 1993]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione got attacked. She’s been stuck in the hospital wing ever since.

I’m scared. Harry’s managing to keep his head screwed on straight, but I can’t concentrate in lessons. I keep expecting Hermione to be sat next to me, and whenever I turn to look at her, I remember where she is. All pale and cold, like she’d dead or something.

What do I do, Charlie? How do I help her?

Love,

Ron

[1st June 1993]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione’s okay! The mandrake stuff finally got given to her, and she’s back to normal! I haven’t smiled this much in months! She gave me and Harry a massive hug each when she turned up in the great hall; me and her couldn’t quite look each-other in the eye afterwards, but I think we both got a bit overwhelmed, you know?

Turns out, this was also because Lucius Malfoy was trying to stop dad’s muggle protection law being passed; people could have died!

Confused as to why none of the teachers bothered to ask Myrtle, since she was a witness to the last time the chamber has been opened, but I guess we’ll never know. Were the teachers like this when you were here?

Anyway, got to go; I insisted that Hermione play some chess with me, since our exams have been cancelled (can you guess which Gryffindor was upset about that?).

Love,

Ron

[3rd September 1993]

Dear Charlie,

We’re all settling back in at Hogwarts; I’m still using those quills you got me in Egypt (thanks again, by the way). Everyone’s talking about Sirius Black, and Malfoy won’t stop being smug about how he knows something we don’t (arrogant little twerp as always).

Hermione’s cat is a bloody nightmare; he’s spent every evening trying to get at Scabbers, but Hermione won’t hear a word against him! Honestly, I don’t get why she can’t just keep the cat away when I ask her to. But she’s always had this thing about being right about everything, so it’s not unsurprising. I just wish she’d stop acting like it’s normal; Hedwig’s been around for three years, and she’s never attacked Scabbers!

Having said that, the first Hogsmeade visit is something to look forward to. It’s gonna be a bit different because Harry can’t go (his aunt and uncle refused to sign his form), but me and Hermione are going to make sure we take back lots of stuff for him so he doesn’t feel left out.

I am a little nervous about going, though; me and Hermione spend loads of time together, so why would this be any different? Probably nothing. Maybe it’s just because we’re bickering more because of our pets? Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ve already got her birthday present, so hopefully she’s not too angry at me and won’t mind me giving her a present.

Let me know how the Chinese Fireball baby is doing,

Love,

Ron

[4th January 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione just can’t keep her nose out of things! She reported Harry’s firebolt to McGonagall, and now it’s been confiscated! She says it’s because it could have been sent by Sirius Black. I know that’s a possibility, but she didn’t need to go behind Harry’s back about it!

I swear, this girl is driving me nuts!

Love,

Ron

[13th February 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Me and Hermione have made things up; she even apologised about Scabbers. She must have been really upset, because she started crying and hugged me! Is it normal to get all flustered when a girl hugs you? Cause it didn’t the same as it did when she hugged me at the end of second year.

You’ve probably heard from Hagrid about Buckbeak being executed. We’re trying to get an appeal plea sorted; it’s mostly me and Hermione doing it, since Harry’s got other stuff to worry about. It’s nice being friends with Hermione again; I hated it when we weren’t speaking. It’s still a bit awkward (we both can’t quite look each other in the eye at times), but that’s probably normal, given what’s happened.

Remember to put that salve mum made on your new scars,

Love,

Ron

[14th July 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Hope you’re enjoying the summer so far; it’ll be great to see you again, mum’s organising the room situation, so I think you’re sharing with Bill. Can’t wait for the world cup! Do you think Ireland will win against Bulgaria? I’ve been saving my pocket money all summer for it, so I can buy some souvenirs! Are you gonna bring some stories about the dragons when you get here?

Mum’s said I can invite Harry and Hermione over, and they’ll be coming to the world cup with us! It’ll be brilliant to see them again; Harry deserves a break from those horrible people he lives with, and Hermione could do with a break from work in general (she’s already finished all her summer homework, but that’s what she’s like).

It’ll be great to have both of them here for the summer; I hope Hermione doesn’t mind sharing with Ginny, since Gin’s more of a Quidditch-head than Hermione is. Mum keeps on at me to tidy my room before Hermione arrives, but it’s not as if she’s staying in my room, is it?

I did clean up my room a bit, though. Hermione’s a bit funny about mess, and I don’t want her to think I’m a slob.

See you soon,

Love,

Ron

[30th October 1994]

Dear Charlie,

I’m still angry at mum, dad, and Bill for keeping us in the dark about the Triwizard Tournament; half the other kids from wizarding families knew! Speaking of the Tournament, the students from the other schools have arrived. You won’t believe it but Viktor Krum’s a student at Durmstrang! He’s a bit grouchy looking, but I guess he gets sick of people treating him different all the time. I didn’t know he was eighteen; he looks way older. The Slytherins are trying to cosy up to him, but he’s knows exactly what they’re doing; I saw him telling a few of them off for being unpleasant to the muggle-born first years. So I guess he’s alright.

The students from Beauxbatons are all nice enough but one of the girls has some sort of Veela charm thing. Hermione keeps glaring at me whenever I get caught in it, but it’s hardly my fault, is it? Harry gets affected too, but does she yell at him? No, of course she doesn’t. I swear, Hermione’s been weird ever since the term started; the other week I caught her staring at my hands for no reason. She got all flustered when she saw I’d noticed, and yelled at me to concentrate on my work. I’m worried about her. Did that ever happen between you and your friends at school? Is this something that happens around our age? I know that mum said things start to change after you get into your teenage years.

Speaking of change, I hope I can get some new dress robes before I ever have to wear these ones. Do you think Bill has any old ones he can let me borrow? I don’t get why mum didn’t just remove the lace and change the colour. I was going to ask Hermione to do it, but I don’t want her to think I’m whining. I just wish I could have some decent robes like all the other boys have. I know money’s tight at the moment, but even the twins have got alright-looking robes to wear I’d feel a lot better if I wasn’t stuck wearing rubbishy clothes for once.

Apparently, the tournaments due to start tomorrow evening. Me and Harry did have a think about entering, but it’s probably too high security. Fred and George said they’re gonna enter, because they turn seventeen in April, so they won’t need to use much aging potion. Should be interesting to see whether they succeed. I just hope we get a decent Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory’s alright, but half the girls get giggly over him and it’s bloody annoying. Hermione says it’s because he’s a prefect, but she’s a bit funny like that. If I ever end up a prefect, I bet I wouldn’t have girls giggling and getting flustered about me.

Got to go now; Hermione said she wants to go over our Transfiguration homework in the common room.

Love,

Ron

[25th November 1994]

Dear Charlie,

You should have told me you’d be here for the first task! I know it was secret, but it would have been nice to catch up! Glad the trip over was safe and that the dragons are all okay. That Hungarian Horntail was a nasty piece of work; Harry almost got hit by it!

Speaking of which, me and Harry are best mates again. I’m glad; it was miserable when we weren’t speaking. Funnily enough, he said he didn’t even need an apology; just told me to forget about it. Weird bloke, but it’s great to be friends with him again. Hermione got all teary and told us we were being stupid, but she’s never really understood things like this, so there you go.

Love,

Ron

[17th December 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Glad to hear the dragons got safely back to Romania with no issues. I almost wish I was there instead; ever since this ball thing got announced, half the school’s gone mad about it. Everyone’s asking everyone to it, and I don’t get it. Why can’t we all just go as friends and have fun? But the boys keep going on about dates, so I said I best go with someone good-looking. Yes, I know it’s dumb, but how else will I get everyone to not laugh at my robes? I even asked McGonagall if I could go in my school ones, but she insisted that I use my official dress robes (although she did look sympathetic while she said it, so I guess she understood where I was coming from).

Flitwick’s doing alterations to people’s robes, but he was so swamped with requests that there isn’t any room for me to get mine changed. I swear, I can’t wait until the ball is done and I won’t have to worry about this stuff anymore.

I’d happily stay behind in Gryffindor Tower with the first, second and third years, but I can’t leave Harry in the lurch. He’s got to be there to open the ball, and it wouldn’t be fair to leave him on his own; the poor bloke isn’t good with crowds, especially since half of the school still gawks at his scar every day.

Hermione doesn’t seem to take much interest in the ball, so maybe she’s also planning on staying behind. She got angry at me when I mentioned about going with a pretty girl, which is understandable (it was a dumb thing to say). Hopefully, she’ll have forgiven me by the time Christmas swings around, and we can just go and have fun at the ball. Just as friends, obviously. Maybe if we’re having a laugh, I won’t have to think about my robes looking so awful.

Love,

Ron

[27th December 1994]

Dear Charlie,

I swear, if I ever have to go to another ball again, it’ll be too soon! Hermione’s still angry at me about it; which makes sense, since I was a bit of an arse. But, well, she went with Krum! Seriously, he’s eighteen and she’s barely fifteen! Why didn’t any of the teachers think that was creepy? Why was I the only person who got irritated by it? Is it really so bad that I don’t want my friend being pursued by some creepy eighteen-year-old git? I know what the twins are saying about it, but it’s alright for them, isn’t it? They had decent robes and could actually ask a girl without the girl glaring at them like they’d only just realised the girl was a girl! Gits. They don’t get it.

Ginny had a nice time with Neville, at the very least. Neville’s a good bloke, and I’m glad he treated her well. Apparently, she borrowed a dress off a friend for the ball. I wish I was shorter so I could have just borrowed something off Harry; that would have at least made things a bit easier. Then I wouldn’t have already been a bad mood before we even got to the ball.

Seriously, I’m never wearing those robes again. I don’t care what mum says, I’d rather go in my normal school ones that those frilly disasters.

Me and Hermione are being more polite to each other than normal, which is probably for the best. I hate the fact that I got so angry at her, but I’ve learnt now to not act like that again. I mean, considering she got Krum, I don’t think she’ll need to worry about me acting like that again. It wasn’t as if she even said she wanted to go with me, either; how was I supposed to know? I’m not a mind-reader!

Hope your Christmas is going better than mine, and thank you for the burn-proof socks; they’ll come in handy against the Skrewts.

Love,

Ron

[27th February 1995]

Dear Charlie,

It was nice getting some of the limelight for a while; everyone was asking me about what it was like during the second task. I even had Padma Patil hanging on to my every word about it; I even managed to apologise to her properly for being such a berk at the ball (she was my dance partner, but we didn’t do any dancing). She seemed pretty okay with it.

Fleur Delacour (you remember, the champion who used the calming charm on her dragon in the first task) is being very nice lately; I think she got the impression me and Harry helped saved her sister in the second task. She even gave me a kiss on the cheek after we were all out of the lake! It’s nice to get attention from girls for a change.

Funnily enough, Hermione get glaring at me for the rest of the day. Funny how it’s fine for her to get attention from boys (that creep Krum had her as the person he’d miss the most; they’ve only been to the Yule ball together, the pervy git!), but I can’t do so much as talk to other girls without getting the cold treatment from her. Barmy as ever, but that’s what she’s like.

I think Harry’s really happy about the tournament just having one task left; at this point, I just hope he gets through it with no injuries or anything. Poor bloke’s had another rough year, and I hope he can take it easy after this is all over.

I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year. You think Hermione will get me anything? She’s so irritable lately that I wouldn’t be surprised if she just gets me a card and some chocolate frogs. Given what’s happened between us lately, that sounds about as much as I can hope for.

At least we’re still friends, though. I’m not that much of an idiot that I’d stop talking to her over this. I almost lost one friend this year; I don’t want the same thing happening with Hermione.

Love,

Ron

[29th June 1995]

Dear Charlie,

Harry left the hospital wing a few days ago. Me and Hermione are trying to help him as best we can, but the poor bloke still’s struggling. I’m not surprised, considering what he went through.

Dumbledore’s said that things are already changing. I just hope he knows what to do. But he’s still saying that Harry needs to go back to the Dursleys this summer. I hope we can pick him up as soon as possible; Harry’s relatives are bloody horrible.

After the third task, me and Hermione stayed up in the common room. We’ve both said we’re gonna help Harry with whatever happens in future. She also hugged me before she went to bed. It was different this time. It seemed like neither of us wanted to let go.

Stay safe,

Love,

Ron

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it!

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aregrettablechoiceofwords · 3 years ago

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If you use the word "abused" to describe Snape's behavior, then it's only fair to use the harshest vocabulary for Remus Lupin's behavior too. We don't get the last words of a bystander bully who grew into a coward adult who walked out on his wife and unborn baby. No one cares he gave some kids chocolate since he let a believed mass-murderer run around the school. #soloving

*sits up* *cracks knuckles* ok let’s do this

No, Lupin isnt perfect, obviously no one is. Abandoning his family in the deathly hallows made me realize that, and I lost a lot of respect for him then. But is he a coward?

After Harry yelled at him for abandoning tonks and teddy, something he shouldn’t have to had done as a 17 year old, he came back to them.

And the thing is, he wasn’t a deadbeat afraid of failing as a father or something like that, he was afraid his being a werewolf would bring serious harm to his wife and baby, and they might be hunted down for it. He genuinely—and wrongly—believed they would be better off without him.

Coming back DOESNT erases the fact that you left at all, and let’s admit that was a fault. But is lupin. A coward.????

I think not. He fought in the battle of hogwarts and was a hero that died that night. (Along with tonks Rest In Peace u two) he died on the battle field fighting for his family, friends, freedom and rights. He was never afraid for himself, but for his friends.(Unlike Snape who died in The Whomping Willow with his last wish to see Harry’s eyes because even though he treated Harry like scum because he looked like his father who he hated, he was obsessed with Lily Evans and that makes up for it.)

And before that, Lupin went underground working with werewolf connections including ones who must have worked with Fenir Greyback, the monster who turned him as a child. Because Dumbledore told him to. He was hurt, worn, and tired, but he didn’t complain. He wanted to do good in the world.

So if Lupin isn’t a coward, you must think, why did he never tell anyone vital information about Sirius Black being able to turn into a dog while everyone believed he was a mass murderer?

I think we both know considering he resigned himself and everything he did for the Order, it wasn’t so he could keep his job. It was because he loved Sirius, his closest friend. James and Peter (to his knowledge) were both dead, and Sirius, traitor and all, was all he had left. He didn’t want Sirius to get his soul destroyed by a Dementor’s kiss. He thought, oh, turning into a dog isn’t that much of a threat, I’m protecting Harry anyway…

And yes it was so shitty of him to do, to basically choose the safety of his dead best friend’s innocent 13 year old son over the safety of…well, a murderer. The guy responsible for his dead best friend’s death. And that’s why Lupin resigned.

He felt like the worst kind of monster because of that, and I won’t call him one, but it was a horrible thing that happened because of his choice.

(If this was a hate essay on Snape, I would point out that Snape, a death eater who had worked with Peter Pettigrew, knew Peter was the traitor and not Sirius and yet he never told dumbledore this information...and let Sirius go to Azkaban…because of a school grudge... But this is not a hate essay on snape so let’s get back to lupin)

Do you think Lupin is a bad person? I’m genuinely curious, and i would love to know your opinion on snape too.

Look—there IS NO ADULT IN HARRY POTTER THAT HAS NOT COMPLETELY LET US DOWN AT SOME POINT. name any adult, any, and I will explain how horribly they failed the kids.

But flawed doesn’t equal bad person.

Hagrid, McGonagall, Sirius—they were some of the best hp adults, flaws considered.

How many flaws does it take to become a bad person? I don’t know. But I do know snape has so many more flaws than virtues.

I dont think being a death eater necessarily means being a bad person, becuase many people who “fought with Voldemort” were there becuase their fate had already been decided. They had to stick with their families. Look at Draco Malfoy. In the chapter malfoy manor, you can really see how dark and terrifying living with the death eaters are. So much pressure to give everything you can to being a bigot and serving Voldemort. If draco didn’t, his parents and him would be killed by Voldemort, already on the end of his tether. (And yet he still helped Harry but that’s another essay)

Being a good person means how you treat people, and how you fix your mistakes when you fk up. And look how snape treated people.

Admittedly when I was comparing lupin and snape in the original post, I wasn’t talking about the deeper parts of if they were good people or not, though I know it’s not white and black.

I was comparing their professor ways. How they treated children, from a 13 year old’s perspective. I was thinking, hey, I’m as old as Harry was in the prisoner of Azkaban, and if I had to face snape on a regular basis, I would break down.

But yes, they are so much more deeper than who they were as professors. And giving out chocolate doesn’t make you a good person x

But I really do think flaws included, despite his flaws Lupin was a good person. And yes, I should have pointed out his flaws in the op post, so I’m pointing them out now. He is one of my favorite characters, so I hope you understand. I admit he isn’t perfect though, he’s flawed and messed up, but still to me, a good man on more or less.

oh ps— I’m not an anti. When I used to love Snape I was attacked by many people in a comment section for “defending snape” and now I am called an anti. There will always be criticism so let me make something clear.

No, I don’t like snape. But I’m not blocking others from liking him.

I will never let the fact that I don’t like snape make me drag you if you love him. I respect that. I hope you can respect me too!

Anyway thanks for sending this I never get asks, and hope you have a good day!! ♥️ 😆

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deepperplexity · 4 years ago

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Prompt: 1. Mistletoe

A/N: The first day of SNAPEMAS! I'm so excited! I hope you will enjoy this and join me for SNAPEMAS with your creations!

Setting: Hogwarts

Pairing: Snape x Teacher!Reader

ABBR.: │(y/l/n) - Your Last Name │

Word count: 1728

Warnings: Kissing, a few harsh words

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // SNAPEMAS POST

December had arrived and you were, like many, overjoyed at the nearing holiday. Christmas was closing in, your favourite holiday and this year you'd spend it at Hogwarts just as you had in your youth. It was all so exciting; you could barely contain yourself as the day swiftly passed.

Hogwarts was slowly transforming into a winter-wonder-castle. It was absolutely wonderful to behold. Hagrid lumbering trees into the Great Hall, Flitwick and McGonagall hanging up garlands and decorations of all kinds. You yourself forming warm ice over pillars to make them glisten and sparkle. You did have a weakness for sparkling things; you had to admit that.

As dinner started you took your seat next to McGonagall. "Isn't it wonderful?" you chimed excitedly with happy eyes and a giddy smile. "Oh, I do agree, Ms/Mr (y/l/n)." McGonagall seemed as happy as you about the nearing holiday. "I can't wait to decorate my own space," you said as food appeared, "I have so many ideas!" you squealed as you picked up your utensils and was just about to tell McGonagall of your plans when a rumbling voice cut through the air.

"Do not forget, Ms/Mr (y/l/n), that it needs to be cleaned up after as well." You would have known that voice anywhere. That humming growl of a sneering man. Professor Snape, the dark brooding man with the grim expression and the deep onyx eyes that absolutely mesmerized you each and every time you peered into them. "Oh, pish-posh," you said without letting his somewhat deflating comment get to you, "that's a problem for January, professor, not December," you continued with a wide smile; as if you were trying to smile enough for the both of you. Why? You had no clue, but you wanted to see the man smile more.

Professor Snape simply huffed and gave a slight sneer before he headed off towards his seat on the other side of McGonagall. You shrugged and stabbed the food on your plate as you began to devour the meal while McGonagall talked about essays and whatnot. Your mind were more on the garlands, the glitter, the trees and Christmas stars you were planning to decorate with after dinner. After all, the dungeons could use some colour and warmth. Even if it were only your own quarters. Perhaps I'll decorate the hallway too, it could use some jolly cheer...

The rest of the dinner you ate and chatted with McGonagall as you sneaked a peek at Snape from time to time. he looked as stoic as ever. But he seemed to be listening in on the conversation as he shook his head from time to time or the corners of his lips tugged upwards a tad.

Christmas carols played on the radio, you hummed and danced around as you decorated your living quarters with swift flicks of your wand. The music grew ever louder as you kept raising the volume as you got more and more into the giddy mood. "And up you go," you sang out as you raised the fifth garland with glitter and silver balls tied to it with your wand. "Damdi-do, damdi-da, la, la, laa, la-la-laa" you sang to yourself as a muggle carol spewed loudly from the little radio and you waltz around the area. "And pop, there you go, and pop, pop, pop," you said in a jolly voice as you hung som bells in the ceiling.

A loud banging was suddenly heard from the door. You knitted your brows, what in the world- you thought as you walked over with rushed steps as the banging grew ever louder. Harsher. It appeared whoever was at the other side was trying, with all their might, to bang down the whole damn door apparently.

You opened it with a rushed tug and was met with a furious Professor Snape on the other side. "Keep that infernal noise down!" he growled with a sneer as he leaned towards you in his towering way. You simply tilted your head. "It's Christmas music, Snape," you stated flatly, unmoved by his anger as the man never did anyone any actual harm. Despite what everyone else seemed to think of him. "I know what it is," he snarled before he stalked in with long strides. His boot-clad feet pounded the stone floor.

He turned the radio down until barely any sound came from it and you knitted your brows, a bit agitated. You walked over to him and simply turned up the volume again. "My quarters, my choice," you simply stated as you crossed your arms over your chest. Snape raised an eyebrow and then sneered yet again as he turned the radio down once more. "My house, my rules," he drawled. You huffed and raised the volume again. "Holiday spirit, holiday music," you stated as you turned the volume even higher.

Snape huffed and you stared at him, challenged him yet again as none other appeared to do. His eyes endlessly deep and your chest tightened as thoughts of lonely Christmases and jolly-free holidays crossed your mind. He seemed burdened and lonely where he stood amidst all of your decorations - that frankly covered every surface in your space.

He lowered the volume again, "you are distracting the students." You gave the man a huff and rolled your eyes. "You're being ridiculous! I am not distracting anybody," you said and raised the volume once more, "Some people enjoy the holidays you know, just because you don't like it doesn't mean you get to ruin it for anybody else!" Your voice rose and rose as you spewed out the words toward the grim man who seemed to grow even angrier at you. He turned the radio off completely and then stalked out of the room.

You gaped at the door he had slammed shut before you huffed loudly, "the gal of that man!" You started the radio and raised the volume all the way up before you added an amplification spell and the music roared out of the little speaker. I'll teach you not to mess with my holiday spirit! A content smile spread across your lips as you quickly went to the door and pulled it open so the music spewed out in the hallway. A few doors down was Severus office and his door opened a mere second later as you stood in the hallways with a satisfied smirk. I'm not giving in that easily, you thought to yourself as he stormed towards you with a look of disdain and contempt all over that beautiful face of his.

You took precisely two steps toward him, a plan formed in your mind in that very moment. A plan that ought to teach him a lesson but also gave you the chance to finally do what you had dreamed of for months. "Will you turn that infernal racket down?!" he hollered in such a thunderous voice you actually trembled a bit. He was an intimidating man but you were more stubborn than a kniffler holding on to gold.

You waited, patiently as he took the last steps that were needed for him to meet you in the hallway. "You are impossible, will you turn that awful sound down (y/l/n)?!" he shouted over the loud music. You stood still, you needed him to take one more step. Just one more step and the little joke you had planned for students would give you your chance. "(y/l/n)?! Turn it-" There, he took that last step and you smiled with wicked glee. Despite your heart hammering and the twisting your stomach was doing.

Before he could react, before you got cold feet, you raised up on your toes, grabbed the collar of his cloak and pressed your lips to his in a flurry of rushed movements. You kissed him harshly, deeply, despite him not answering back you pushed against him for nearly five seconds. You felt lightheaded, you couldn't hear the music any longer and his lips against yours were heavenly soft.

He was stiff as a rock, rigid as a mountain. As you leaned back and gave him soft smile, your cheeks blushed but you held his eyes locked in yours for a second before you glanced up with a little grin. "Mistletoe," you said softly as the amplification spell wore off and the volume lowered enough for it to not be blasted through the hallway any longer. He said nothing. He just gaped at you. His eyes bewildered, his body as frozen as an icicle. Well, at least he shut up. The thought made you both happy and sad as you had desperately hoped he would kiss you back.

But, perhaps you had misread him. The little smiles, the long looks, the nightly patrols - all the talking of everything from potions to favourite seasons - and all the late nights working together in his office. Perhaps, it meant nothing to him. Even though it meant the world to you as you had in fact fallen deeply in love with the dark man.

You kept the smile on your face as you let go of his collar and made to turn around. "I'll keep the music down," you said and your voice was a tad sad. Both for his non-response and the fact that you couldn't quite enjoy the holiday - your favourite holiday - in the way you wished.

In an instance is hand grabbed your wrist, he swung you around and back towards him. You had no time to even gasp before his hands cradled your face and his lips smashed desperately against your own. You melted and your response was instant. You kissed, deeply. His hands trembled as your knees felt weak.

When he eventually leaned back and broke the contact you were breathing hard. He chuckled and a tight smile lingered on his lips. Your chest hammered as his thumb stroked once, twice, across your jawline. "Mistletoe," he said in that soft, almost purring, voice of thunder and you could have sworn his eyes twinkled as a decorated Christmas tree for you. Perhaps this Christmas would be nothing like you had imagined, but a thousand times better. You melted into his embrace as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do as he kissed you once more under the glimmering mistletoe.

IT IS FINALLY HERE! SNAPEMAS TIME!

This is the first prompt and I had so much fun writing this - I really hope you enjoyed this one and I am hoping I'll be able to do all of the prompts I came up with for this Snapemas - hoping!

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snapefiction · 4 years ago

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#1. Mistletoe - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Hey there! 🎄🎅🏻

@deepperplexity inspired me to finally publish some Writings by inventing the Snapemas Challenge! So please enjoy and let me know what you think! 😊I’m so nervous ahhhhh I hope you like it!

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️ pls don’t hate me

Pairing: Severus Snape x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Kissing

Word count: 1959

#1. Mistletoe or The Bells

Teaching at Hogwarts was more of an adventure than you always expected it to be. Even though Albus loved rules and well known processes there was a lot of stuff that had surprised you. Like he’d almost always support your Teaching unconditionally. So he also didn’t mind when you let the Students buy stuff from the Weaslys and test it in your classes. It was like he trusted you with everything and the same went for the Students themselves. As long as everyone was happy almost everything was allowed. Of course there were some rules like Bedtimes, Common Room Rules etcetera but besides that you were free to be.

So it happened that on the first of December the Weaslys got to show off their new Products and spells they used to sell to the students. Everyone loved them and you had to admit you loved their Products too. They were funny, made everyone laugh and you always got to make sure that everything they wanted to publish didn’t cause any harm towards other students before they would sell them in your classes.

,,So what are your new Inventions?“ You smiled as you sat down on your teaching desk facing all the Students after class. But the Weaslys had other some other things in mind.

,,Well, Professor. This Time we decided to publish something big we had planned since a long time now. But you have to wait until Dinner. Our showdown will take place at the great Hall. Be prepared.“ They smiled devilish and sold some Gummy bears that made you fart and one that could morph you into an elve for the rest of the day.

Watching the spectacle you got excited for Dinner. You and Minerva always love to laugh about the joking products and laughing with and friend would make it double fun.

As you finally sat down to Minerva you could, as always, feel your heart pound. Next to her sat Severus Snape, the Potions Master. Knowing him since your childhood you always had those butterflies in your stomach whenever you were close to him, thought about him, were with him. He tolerated you and that was enough you thought. He had a rough childhood and his behaviour was probably just a facade to protect himself, you explained to yourself. Sighing you accepted the Fact that he wasn’t truly aware of your existence now even though you used to be friends. And after the Dinner ended you looked over to the Weaslys being excited like a child. They finally got to present their new spells now. ,, Oh dear, this will be fun.“ Minevera whispered and then chuckled lightly. Your eyes followed the Wands of George and you tried to read his lips so you could memorise the spell for later. As a sparkle left his wand and nothing happened you furrowed your eyebrows. Maybe this Spell wasn’t as clever as their other ones. ,,Hm, Maybe next time.“ You smiled towards Minevera and got up as she just shrugged her Shoulders and drank some of her remaining wine from her cup.

Walking down the great Hall I almost didn’t notice how someone followed me to the dungeons. It wasn’t just some Students like the Weaslys, some younger Ravenclaws and two other Gryffindors you didn’t knew but also Severus. Friendly you send him a smile and tried not to bother him with any type of smalltalk knowing he hated it. ,,Professor.“ You just greeted him while trying to hide your red cheeks. Suddenly a small reddish shimmer appeared from above your heads. Of course you stopped to look up, the same for Severus. His dark eyes followed yours looking in the Air about your heads. There was a mistletoe with small lights flying around.

Confused and blushing harder than ever you looked over to see Severus standing there ashamed as well. ,,Was this y-you, Severus?“ Before he could answer you could hear the chuckles of the Students behind you at the corridor and then it hit you. ,,Fred and George Weasly! What did you do?“ Your Voice almost broke from the Anger you had to hide. Laughing they got closer. ,, It’s— It’s like a Love Spell, Professor.“ They almost couldn´t remain serious as chuckles left their mouthes every few seconds. ,,The Mistletoe will only appear over the Head of People who would be a pretty good match or are in love with each other.“ Stated George proud and Fred just nodded. Furious about the fact that they would embarrass your feelings like that you could feel your face burning. It must’ve been burning red as if flames had hit your skin. Before you could find an matching answer Severus intertwined.

,,Detention and deduct 20 Points from Gryffindor. Now end this Spell before I make you loose even more Housepoints.“ He said sternly. ,,There´s this little Problem, Professor Snape.“ George began. ,,We haven’t developed and Antidote or anything like that.“ Fred ended. ,,Merlin! Why would you Dunderheads use an spell you don’t have an Antidote for?“ He was fuming. Was he as embarrassed as I was? ,,That’s Easy. Because it´s the feast of love. Christmas is around the Corner.“ Again Fred spoke before his Brother could end the Sentence. ,,But maybe a kiss would help making it vanish.“ George winked and they walked away giggling and giving each other high fives. Not being able to move a muscle you still stood on the sam place as before feeling glued to the ground. As you felt a small wave of air hitting your glowing Cheeks you noticed how Severus rushed away. The Situation just happened like it was a Scene of a Movie you weren’t a part of. Kissing Severus- just the though could give you goosebumps and take your breath away in an instant.. As your feet got going again it felt like waking up from and Daydream. Did this really happen? You quickly entered your room and noticed how there was still a small red light above your head in the air. A good Match? Being in love? Rude to expose you like that. They must’ve been kidding. The Spell would probably wear off at the Evening before bedtime or something, right?

Surprise, Surprise- it didn’t wore off. And after you took a shower, graded some tests and tried to get your mind of the Professor you clearly were deeply in love with it still sparkled and you swore you could hear small Christmas bells ring from time to time. Annoyed and still embarrassed you could feel this well restlessness in your chest. Maybe if you tried to sleep you could turn off your Thoughts and this dammed Spell for once. But there was no mercy for you.

The Light only went brighter and the Bells were now clear to hear. Shoving around between your duvets the just named restlessness grew bigger. Sighing your got up on your feet again. Maybe a small walk could tire you. As you laid your Jacket above your shoulders and slipped into your shoes you made your way down the corridors. In the meanwhile as you tried to forget the Situation that you unintentionally became a part of after lunch it became midnight. Everything was quiet, but the bells. Reaching your favourite Place of Hogwarts you couldn’t stop smiling. The small hidden field which lead over to a view up to the mountains was covered in snow was beautiful. Only a few People knew that this Place existed because it got so well hidden from everyone. This made this place even more special for you. It was so untouched, so pure. Indulging in your Thoughts you started you build small snow figures. A Small snowman, something that looked like Hagrid and a Niffler were now placed in the small garden field. The red light lead you though every movement and guided you though your process. Laying down to make a snow angle you closed your eyes for just a second. But as you heard snow crunching behind you you instantly turned around. Your Heart beat so fast it almost imploded.

Severus stood a few meters behind you. Thank god it wasn’t a murderer or something. ,,Oh Merlin, you scared me.“ A few seconds later as your heart slowed down again you noticed how Severus light was also still lighting and morphing together with yours again to an mistletoe. ,,I thought.. students were here. … Yours didn’t stop shining either?“ He asked ignoring almost giving you an Heart attack. Shaking your head you got got up completely. ,,No, it didn’t.“ He nodded as you just brushed Snow from your clothes. Suddenly the cold hit your skin. Before he was there you didn’t felt as vulnerable as you do now. For the first time when you felt like you didn’t have to think about him for a few minutes your heart started racing again. ,,I’m Sorry that you got involved in- in this.“ You softly said pointing at the Mistletoe. He opened his Mouth to say something but closed it up again. Admiring his dark Hair which formed small waves because of the cold and his dark eyes reflecting the red shimmer from the Mistletoe your Mouth just started babbling.

,, It’s probably- well maybe- my fault.“ You admitted but regretted it right away. He wouldn’t understand, would he? ,,What do you mean?“ His voice was hoarse and felt so intimate. You remembered it being so close to him from when you were childhood friends. Oh, how you missed being his friend. He stood so close, if you’d move your hand a little bit to the side you would be able to touch him. ,,I - um-´´ You sharply inhaled before rethinking your Thoughts. Did it even made sense to hide it from now on. He wasn’t a dumb man and could be able to tell what you were feeling for him anyways after he saw you blushing and everything, right? Don’t be a duck. Say it. Say it. Pushing yourself you finally released the words. ,,I´minlovewithyou.“ Again he didn’t react right away. His dark eyes softened up like they would pity you. Pity? Or was it something else? ,,What did you say?“ ,,Y-You heard me.“

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat you repeated. ,,I am in love with you. Since we were Students.“ Carefully Severus took a small breath and blinked before cautiously taking your hand. His hand was surprisingly warm and so were his Lips as they suddenly hit yours. Melting together you could hear the ringing bell fading and the red light finally vanished. Closing your eyes you could feel the soft motion from your Lips as they moved against each other together until he let go. With shaking hands you looked at him. Were you dreaming? Did you fell asleep while making the snow angle and now it was like a Fever dream? The thoughts ran with an incredible speed through your mind. ,,Did you just do this because I told you-“ ,,No.“ He shook his head. ,,It was because I really like you too.“ Again your face blushed. Everything inside of you felt like you could fly, like the butterflies learned to fly. ,,And the ringing Bells annoyed me.“ He admitted whispering and you chuckling dared to look up to his face again. Severus carefully dared to smile too and you had to admit- your anticipations weren’t true. He was aware of your existence. And if you would’ve listened closely you could’ve been able to tell how fast his heart was beating as well against his chest now. But all you noticed was how the snow fell on your face as you kissed him again and how his warm hands were holding your cheeks.

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All in the Family

Chapter 90: Flesh, Blood, and Bone

"So, does this mean Hufflepuff won?" Peter asked groggily. Even having landed upside-down in a warm, plush chair, the vibrant yellow walls with little badgers painted on them and the earth colored carpet gave it away. "How utterly rude," he finished in a mutter, thinking Harry had been slighted if that were the case. A tie was more than fair-

"Prongs? Moony, you two alright?" Peter flipped out of the chair and landed even more painfully than when he'd been upside down, but ignoring any cricks in his body he'd get for that later, he quickly scrambled around to see Sirius bending over the two in concern, rightly so. James's leg was still smoking slightly, and even as he watched, Remus lost the battle of keeping his eyes open, they rolled back into his head and he passed into sleep right on the table he'd landed on.

"We'll live," Prongs groaned, ignoring Padfoot's outstretched hand and inspecting the rest of his leg for further damage. Thankfully for now it just looked like a really bad sunburn, rather than charred flesh. "Remind me to kill Hagrid though."

"Don't think that'll be top of my list," Sirius crouched down beside him instead, casting a healing charm for him. "Even you wouldn't take those odds mate."

"I still owe him a good one," James returned sourly, still prodding the angry flesh until Sirius slapped his fingers away. "Only reason that blasted skrewt didn't kill us was the sphinx got territorial."

Peter choked in further concern and made his way over to Remus to check he really was asleep. Despite the slight snoring, he easily could have been dead.

Sirius didn't wait for permission this time and grabbed Prongs under the arms, hoisting him to his unsteady feet despite his protests and dragging him to the chair Peter had vacated. Then he came back and Peter was quick to help him get Moony to the couch, he didn't so much as twitch as they sort of half-dropped him down, he definitely wasn't light.

"Probably best we all get some sleep while we can," Alice agreed, standing surprisingly close to Sirius. "What with the tournament being over, and who knows what's coming for us next." Then she patted him lightly on the arm and whispered for him alone, "just remember what I said."

Sirius gave her a strange look as she went back to Frank's side, not quite in agreement, but he'd think about it regardless. For now he shoved Remus's legs at least slightly out of the way and claimed the other end of the couch again, ignoring the strange looks he got from Peter and James for this as there wasn't a lack of seating, but both of them were clearly just too exhausted themselves to care enough to ask, thankfully, as they tried to make themselves comfortable.

Frank watched the exchange with bewilderment, eyeing the shirtless stud of Hogwarts as it was clear some kind of interaction had happened between them, but brushed it off even before she slipped her hand into his and smiled for him alone. "How do you like my common room?"

"Lovely," he complimented with a genuine smile as he looked around once more. "I'm honestly jealous we can't switch houses now." It was a round, low-ceilinged room with a colourful profusion of plants and flowers that seemed to relish the atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room: various cacti stood on wooden circular shelves (curved to fit the walls), many of them waving and dancing for no apparent reason, while copper-bottomed plant holders dangled amid the ceiling caused tendrils of ferns and ivies to brush your hair as you passed under them. James Potter seemed to be eyeing them with a careful eye Frank couldn't blame, he remembered the Devil's Snare as well, even if such a thing would never be here.

A portrait over the wooden mantelpiece (carved all over with decorative dancing badgers) showed Helga Hufflepuff, toasting her students with a tiny, two-handled golden cup. Small, round windows just level with the ground at the foot of the castle showed a pleasant view of rippling grass and dandelions, onto the grounds beyond. These low windows notwithstanding, the room felt perennially sunny.*

"I hope we get to go to the dorms as well at some point," she nodded to the rounded doors that led off. "But the couches are plenty comfortable," she squeezed his hand and the two curled up under the mantle and began to have a soft whispered conversation of what the other had done while separated in the maze. She never really got around to saying what she'd talked to Black about while stuck around him, but Frank hardly noticed that. He squeezed her tighter and shivered with distaste at the trap she described, while Alice smiled even broader he'd managed to have at least a semi-normal conversation with one of the Marauders, like her. They really weren't so bad individually it seemed, they just all enhanced the worst in each other apparently, she laughed to herself without sharing that thought aloud.

Only Lily and Regulus didn't seem to want to settle, though neither was acknowledging the other anymore despite the fact they shared the exact same thought. It was too easy.

All throughout this tournament Harry hadn't really had much of a struggle, now apparently it was just over? Lily kept flipping the blank pages of the book, it had landed right on top of someone's potions homework this time, but with at least Lupin and possibly Potter already asleep, no words were appearing. She'd seen how far along Regulus Black was though, and there seemed a decent chunk left, more than just the wrap-up of him going back to the Dursleys. You-Know-Who's plan hadn't seemed to come to fruition at all...

Alice had been right about one thing though, they both acknowledged to themselves, may as well catch some sleep now before they added any new nightmares to the mix with whatever did happen.

The floor was so soft Lily was tempted to just curl up right in front of the fireplace, but instead levitated a couch over there instead, mentally apologizing to whomever had been sitting here. She wondered once more what happened to these places once they left, and if a poor group of students would find themselves on the floor with no idea why their couch moved when they left once more.

Regulus curled up uneasily in a chair, not expecting to be able to sleep much in the bright common room, but his traitorous body was already listing to one side before he'd even finished the thought.

Lily was trying to walk her dog around her favorite forest spot, and doing a terrible job of it. The black beast kept tugging her in all sorts of directions no matter how much she scolded, and then when she finally got him to sit, he had a bone in his mouth, and he began chewing on it, loudly. Disgusted, she backed up and heard the crunching intensify, and suddenly the bright forest faded all around her, and she was in the Chamber of Secrets again, the dog had turned into a stag, still chewing on that bone that she now saw had a human foot at the end-

Potter stood before her chewing obnoxiously on some crisps, his hand holding out an unopened bag to her. "Alright Evans?" He asked cheerfully, not even spraying any of it on her, a small miracle. "Better enjoy that while you can," he said quickly to the indignant look she gave to him, though it was more for him hovering over her while she slept than the offered food this time. "It's the last of the food we've got on us, hopefully we get sent to the feast next."

She snatched it away and flounced over to where Alice and Frank were untangling themselves from each other, yawning and holding their own bags with bewildered faces as if they had no idea how that had happened.

Sirius had successfully summoned the bag back to him again and lobbed up for another throw. Regulus's reflexes were still on autopilot though, and he swatted it away once more, still snoring softly. Snickering in delight at the game, Sirius summoned it back for a fourth try when James circled back to him and snatched the bag into his hand.

"I should have woken you up last," he rolled his eyes, "now you've probably gone and crushed them all."

"They're still edible as dust," he shrugged without remorse.

James snatched Sirius's still mostly full bag and left the now abused one in its place, ignoring Sirius's mutters of daddy syndrome setting in as he changed the subject, "have you even tried waking him up yet?" Needlessly gesturing to Remus still snoring loudest of all.

Sirius hadn't, their feet were still tangled together and he was enjoying that too much. Aloud he said, "I'll certainly give it a try. Now that he's had some rest, at least we should only have to threaten bodily harm rather than acting on it."

James left him to it and went over to drop the bag gently on Regulus's face. That finally snapped him awake, and the bag fell to the floor, where he proceeded to crush it under his foot as he stood in surprise at how close Potter was. James sighed for the wasted food but turned away and left once more, grabbing the book and settling down next to Peter just a hair's breadth farther apart than he normally would have and flipped the book open, waiting patiently for the words to appear as Remus was finally roused.

When he saw them at last, a crisp lodged in his throat, and Peter reached over to thump him on the back in concern, but stopped just as quickly when he saw for himself.

"That's, not what I would have expected," he whispered to no one, flinching back away and studying the common room around them with new, worried eyes.

James completely agreed, as he had no idea why he was saying the words, "Flesh, Blood, and Bone."

If anybody had still been groggily waking up before, he had all attention on him now.

Lily heard about Harry and Cedric finding themselves in a graveyard instead of school with such a tight pit in her stomach, she wanted to demand from Potter what he'd really fed her. Surely this was all his fault, he was making this up just to scare them, he'd fed them something to make them all nauseous, he'd started all of this by bothering her at the end of class!

Her anger at him just didn't last though as a figure approached the boys, she knew this wasn't anyone's fault but You-Know-Who's. Sometimes she hated to be right.

Regulus watched and listened with abject horror only on Peter as Potter said the words. Kill the spare echoed in the room, it didn't even sound possible that had come from a teenager's mouth. The spare, what could that possibly mean? His brain shut down, even as he looked at all the older kids around him, their faces pale and looking sickly. The spare, what? He looked around again at the common room, and now refused to let it click together.

Potter wasn't letting anyone live in denial for what that could mean. He read in a rough, unrecognizable voice of the light coming out of a wand, and leaving Cedric Diggory's eyes.

James wanted to put the book down. No, more than that, he wanted to tear it into a million little pieces and then set each one ablaze and throw the ashes at Peeves and see if he could incinerate them further somehow. Nobody had actually tried that, he realized in near sudden hysterics. Why hadn't he thought of that, he was the most destructive person in the castle! Surely, if they just blew up this ruddy book, they could all just go home!

Before his hands could even twitch to begin though, he looked up at those around him. What would happen to them, even if it worked? Would they be trapped here forever without their means of escape? Trapped inside, though Cedric would never be able to come back here. He wondered if his homework was lying on one of those tables, never turned in. What was the point of all of this?!

Sirius moved so fast Peter barely had time to see him coming. Even if he had though, he'd do nothing to stop him, he hoped James wouldn't this time either. He deserved whatever thrashing that was about to happen, he'd actually killed someone, in cold blood, no hesitation. He was a monster, beyond redemption- He wheezed when Sirius's arms locked around him, unable to stop himself from tensing and pulling away on instinct, but found no force constricting the air out of him. Instead Sirius was holding him like a child, the muttered oaths under his breath were directed at himself.

"-never going to turn into that- won't let him be such an idiot again-"

Peter looked around wildly to see James and Remus too looked far more concerned for him, than about him, for once.

It took all he had not to burst into tears all over again as James forced out every cruel deed of this future. Hitting Harry! Creating that potion, using his own hand to bring You-Know-Who back to life...it never seemed to end, and it was all his fault! He'd do anything to atone for this...

HPHPHPHP

*The description of the common room came from JK herself. I don't know where she would have slipped it into the series myself, but I forever wish she'd gotten the chance.

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Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived

A stinging pain woke Severus in the middle of the night. He almost moaned as he brought his left hand against his chest in self-preservation, and straightened up in his chair – he had once again fallen asleep at his desk while proofing his students’ works. The pain kept throbbing, like ice freezing his blood, ice burning him from inside. Severus didn’t think and pulled of the ring he wore on his middle finger. The onyx gem, that had been unusually shining, dimmed as soon as he dropped it. It knocked against the wood of his desktop, loud in the otherwise silent room. The pain faded away and Severus closed his eyes, swallowing back tears. He took several deep breaths. When he was able to move his hand without feeling like it was covered in splinters, he leaned down towards the ring to examine the gemstone. It was… turned off, for a lack of a better word. A new wave of ice washed over him. Fear. No, no, no. It was only a malfunction of the charm, a mistake… Though, when was the last time Lily had cast a defective charm? No. Severus pulled back his left sleeve, his right hand shaking as he did so. A gasp. The Mark had faded. Just like the gemstone. Did it mean…? No. No!

Severus took the ring, his fist tight around it, letting the unnatural icing bite of the stone mark him as he stood up from his chair, as he ran out of his office.

The door opened before Severus even stepped off the stairs. Dumbledore was talking to one of the paintings on the wall, and as Severus entered, the painted woman disappeared.

“You already know,” Severus stated as Dumbledore turned around to face him. His eyes weren’t twinkling with their usual malice, and it was all the confirmation Severus nodded. He sat on the nearest chair and took a moment to breathe deeply. The ring was still burning in his hand, an icy sting he could focus on to not slip away.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” Dumbledore said with an understanding look. Severus scoffed. Dumbledore had promised him James and Lily would be well-protected, and yet the biting coldness in his hand was proving otherwise.

“What about Harry? Did he survive?”

It was foolish, but it was the only thing he could desperately hope for. No one had ever survived the Dark Lord, but maybe… He would never forgive himself if Harry had died too.

Before the headmaster could answer, the door opened and Hagrid entered the room. He looked harried. He was panting, his face redder than a tomato. The half-giant had probably run all the way from his hut.

“Professor?”

“Ah, Rubeus. Just on time.”

“What is it?”

The half-giant briefly glanced at Severus before looking back at the headmaster.

“I’m sadden to say what we had been fearing has happened.”

Dumbledore barely finished speaking, and Hagrid was already crying. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket inside his enormous coat and blew his nose as if it was a horn. Several paintings cast him dark looks. Severus clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together. He would surely have a headache come breakfast, but it was the least of his worries. He needed answers. Now.

Dumbledore stepped closer to Hagrid and with a hand under the half-giant’s elbow, brought him to the fireplace.

“Bathilda is waiting for you. Harry survived, you will bring him back here.”

Severus barely managed to suppress a gasp. Something loosened in his chest, making him forget for a moment the icy bite in his hand.

“He will be safer at Hogwarts while I make some arrangements.”

Severus didn’t dare to speak in front of a third party, especially one such has Hagrid, but he had questions. Dumbledore didn’t glance at him until Hagrid took a handful of floo powder and disappeared, bend in half, in a blaze of green. Severus couldn’t help a wince at the sight. Had the Dark Lord tortured Lily and James? Or had he used the Killing Curse right away?

Dumbledore turned around, his whole demeanor suddenly changed. Shoulders low, eyes saddened, corners of his mouth down. He didn’t look like the mightiest wizard of his age, vanquisher of a Dark Lord, the one sorcerer another Dark Lord had been the most afraid of. He looked like an old man with a burden far too great for his own shoulders, a man who had witnessed one too many tragedies.

The headmaster sat in the chair next to Severus and raised a hand, as to confront him, but refrained at the last moment. Severus was grateful – he couldn’t bear someone’s else touch right now.

“So, Harry is alive?” he croaked, looking at Dumbledore.

“Yes. I don’t know how it can be, not yet, but it seems to be a miracle. The whole house has burned down, Voldemort has disappeared, and Harry remains.”

Severus nodded. There was so much to talk about, to wonder, but…

“You don’t think the Dark Lord is dead?” he asked, noticing Dumbledore’s word choice. It wasn’t in his habits to use euphemism. If the Dark Lord had been dead, he wouldn't have stated otherwise. Yet, Severus hardly believed it. If the Dark Lord wasn’t dead, then James and Lily… it was all for nothing?

“I think it would be foolish to believe he wouldn’t have prepared for this eventuality. Whatever happened, it probably wasn’t the last time we hear about him.”

Dread crawled inside Severus. He didn’t doubt the headmaster for one second, which meant the war wasn’t finished. For how long?

“Why did you send Hagrid to get Harry? I could have gone, he is my-”

He was stopped by Dumbledore putting a hand over his. He froze, and the look the old man gave him made him fear what was coming next.

“I trust Rubeus with my own life. No harm will come to Harry. As for your role… With Voldemort’s fate unknown and his followers at large, you are still my best asset in this war..”

Comprehension dawned on Severus and he closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t…

“You want me to keep spying.”

His voice was glacial, but it didn’t seem to affect Dumbledore. If he was to keep his cover, it meant…

“What about Harry?”

There was no way Severus could have the baby if he kept his role as a double-agent. Yet the thought of leaving him again…

“He will need the strongest protection there is until we know more of Voldemort’s situation.” Dumbledore wasn’t looking at him. Severus tensed, he had never seen him like this.

“He will need blood magic to protect him.”

It felt like a slap in his face, like a punch to the gut.

“I’m his father,” he protested weakly.

Dumbledore finally raised his face toward him. He looked sorry, like he knew what he was asking of Severus, but how could he? The man never had a child! He couldn’t understand!

“I know. But you are not related by blood. This kind of magic won’t recognize you as a valid guardian.”

Severus shook his head and stood up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It wasn’t supposed to end like this! He accepted to play the part, so they could have a better future. He sacrificed so much, and for what? Lily and James were dead, and Harry was to be kept away from him! Perhaps he could still visit, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“You said we wouldn’t have to hide forever!” he accused with a sneer. He knew logically that Dumbledore wasn’t at fault, that he could have never predicted what would happen, but Severus was angry. No, he was enraged and he needed someone to blame.

“We trusted you! You said it would only be temporary! They are dead! And now you want me to stay away from Harry while someone else raise him? I-”

Severus stopped suddenly. James’ parents had died before they had left Hogwarts, and he had no siblings. As for Lily, her parents had died the year before. The closest relative would be…

“You can’t seriously be thinking of giving Harry to her.”

His contempt ran loud in the office as he said the last word.

“It is the safest place for Harry.”

Severus scoffed. He wouldn’t even trust a plant in Petunia’s care, even less in her sad excuse of a husband’s.

“If you truly care about him, you will accept it.”

And that was the heart of the problem, wasn’t it? He cared for his family more than for himself. He wanted to have Harry close to him, to watch him grow, but that would put him in danger. Whereas with Petunia, no wizard would be able to harm him. In the muggle world, he would grow away from the aftermath of the war, away from the tragedies surrounding their family. Severus wanted to protest. James would have fought to find a better solution, but Severus knew Dumbledore was right. Blood magic was ancient, powerful. He sighed in defeat as he closed his eyes and nodded.

He heard Dumbledore get up and step closer to him.

“I am sorry for what I am asking of you. But you know the prophecy as well as I do. It is for the greater good.”

Severus nodded, keeping all emotions from showing on his face. There was no point in arguing with Dumbledore, but for now he couldn’t care less about the greater good.

Severus couldn’t go back to sleep. He paced along the corridors, and after a couple of encounters, avoided the others teachers. It was even worse in the morning when the students woke up and learned the news. No one could blame them, really, if they were using magic outside of classrooms to make fireworks and send messages of rejoicing. The ghosts were gossiping – as usual – and before breakfast was over, multiple version of the Dark Lord’s demise were running around, all different, all more extravagant and implausible than the previous one. Though they all had one thing in common: the death of James and Lily Potter, and the unexpected survival of their son, Harry. Severus glared at the students every time he heard of it, and when Filius asked him to smile and rejoice at the good news, he simply answered dryly: “Sorry not to feel merry at the thought of others’ suffering.”

He knew people still doubted his allegiance to Dumbledore – that had been the whole point after all – and his attitude wouldn’t approve the opinion of those who still saw him as a Death Eater. As for those who had known him as a student, they would never believe he could be grieving James Potter and his wife. That would surely please Dumbledore.

Severus found himself walking the grounds around the castle. He reminded the students of the school’s rules, but not even his scowl could damper the happiness of the day. There was smoke floating out of Hagrid’s hut, and Severus stopped for a moment. If the half-giant was back, Harry should be with him. He wanted to see his son, to hold him and make sure he was alive and well, but how could he face his own son when he had failed him so spectacularly?

He closed his eyes, not wanting anyone to see the tears swelling there. The laughters and cries of joy and relief were everywhere, the icy burn of the ring on his finger a ray of cold piercing through the festive atmosphere. He opened his eyes, watched students going to the lake, teachers smiling at them. Hagrid’s hut waited in the opposite direction.

He was almost there when he saw a motorcycle parked next to giants pumpkins. Black’s motorcycle. Severus froze. No, Black couldn’t be here. He had been James and Lily’s Secret Keeper. For the Dark Lord to have found them, he would have tortured and killed Black. But if he was alive, it meant he had been working with the Dark Lord, and for all his animosity toward the man, Severus couldn’t picture him betraying James and Lily like that.

He knocked once, twice and barely waited for an answer. It was hot inside the hut, a hard contrast to the chilly autumnal air outside. Hagrid sat in front of the fireplace, his back to Severus, and didn’t seem to have heard him enter. There was no one else there, not Black, not Harry. Severus frowned, coughed. The half-giant startled and turned around. His eyes went wide in surprise.

“Professor Snape, I… I wasn’t expecting you!”

His face was red, from the heat or embarrassment, Severus couldn’t tell.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you, but-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. In the half-giant arm laid Harry, sleeping. He looked so small, dwarfed by the sleeve of Hagrid’s coat. At the sound of his voice, though, the baby stirred and familiar green eyes searched for him as his little hands raised in the air.

“Dada! Dada!”

His voice made Severus’ heart shatter in thousand pieces and filled him with warmth at the same time.

Hagrid was fussing over the baby. “No, I had just managed to make him go to sleep. He had been crying non-stop since I picked him up.”

Harry wasn’t crying now, no. He was frowning at Severus and his voice was getting louder and more commanding.

“Dada!”

Hagrid started to ask him what was wrong, and Severus finally took the final steps across the room.

“Here, I’ll take him.”

Severus didn’t even care about how it must look to the grounds-keeper. If it had only been him, he wouldn’t have trusted the half-giant, but Dumbledore trusted him to take care of Harry, and if anything, Severus trusted Dumbledore.

Hagrid didn’t react straight away, but Harry was trying to climb out of his arms, desperate to be embraced by someone familiar. Severus could see tears coming up and his cheeks reddening. He recognized the signs, and before Harry could start wailing his lungs off, he took his son in his arms.

“Sh, it’s alright darling. I’m here”, he murmured against his head, smelling smoke in his black hairs. A new wave of grief passed over him, threatened to pull him at large, but he couldn’t let go. Not now, not when his son depended on him.

He turned away from Hagrid and started to pace across the room, rocking Harry against his chest. He didn’t want to ever let him go again. He could feel Harry’s face wet with tears and snot as he sniffled against Severus’ shoulder.

“Papa? Mama?” he asked, looking behind Severus as if James and Lily would suddenly appear.

“I’m sorry darling, they’re not coming. I’m sorry.”

He stopped at the window which faced the forest. The trees were in shades of red and gold, slowly losing their leaves. Some birds were flying over the branches, amongst dozens of owls which were bringing letters despite breakfast being over for more than an hour. They probably wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Hagrid was silent, yet Severus could feel his gaze on them. He kept his back to the half-giant. Now wasn’t the time to explain. He tightened his grip on his son, felt little fingers pulling on strands of his hair, and he wept.

Severus didn’t left Hagrid’s hut for the rest of the day. He wasn’t hiding – it wasn’t like people were looking for him. Hagrid left a couple of times, when Severus made no sign of giving Harry back, not that the baby was complaining, on the contrary. Harry didn’t wait long before falling asleep, and he only woke up when he needed to be changed or to be fed. A house elf brought food to Severus too, at Hagrid’s demand, but Severus didn’t touch it.

Hagrid brought some news. Dumbledore, as expected, had left Hogwarts for the day to convince the right people about his plan for Harry. McGonagall too, which was a little more surprising. Severus wondered for a moment where she could have gone, instead of celebrating the victory with the other teachers and their students.

Late in the afternoon, not long before dinner, Hagrid brought back a special edition of the Prophet and a bottle of Firewhisky. Severus barely glanced at it – he didn’t want to read about the community celebrating. Although Hagrid told him about Black and Pettigrew’s duel. There had been a dozen of Muggles killed alongside Pettigrew by Black. Apparently Pettigrew was trying to catch Black after his blatant betrayal. So, Black had really been a traitor after all. Severus wished he had been there to made him pay, but he took some comfort in the idea of his former rival rotting away in Azkaban. Still, he was sad for Harry. Black had been his official godfather, and Pettigrew like an uncle. To lose so much in such a short time… As for Lupin, Severus didn’t have much faith in him. With his “condition”, he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Harry. As if Severus was any better. He wouldn’t be able to say or do anything betraying his true relationship with the Potters until it was certain the Dark Lord wad dead once and for all. How long would that take?

After dinner, when it was dark enough, Hagrid came back.

“Need to get going. Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring the little one to his aunt.”

Severus sighed. When will he see Harry next? Would he remember him? He leaned down to kiss Harry’s forehead, next to his scar. A souvenir from the Dark Lord apparently, where the Killing Curse had hit him and backfired. Severus had tried not to think how it would be to grow up with such a visible scar. Children could be so hurtful to each other.

“I love you, darling,” he whispered. “Always will.”

Slowly, Severus leaned back and stood up from his chair. He put Harry in a blanket so he wouldn’t be cold during the journey, and reluctantly gave him to Hagrid. The half-giant took him carefully, more than Severus would have expected him to.

“I’ll take good care of him,” Hagrid promised, voice strangled by emotions.

Severus only nodded. His throat was too tight to let him speak.

As soon as Hagrid stepped back, Harry started crying, making grabbing gestures towards Severus, calling after him. It took all Severus’ strength and more to not bring Harry back in the security of his arms. He trusted Dumbledore and his plan. He had to.

When the door closed behind Hagrid, tears began to run. He could still hear Harry cry. He went to the fireplace and gripped the mantelpiece. His fingers were paler than ever, so tight on the unforgiving stone, but the hurt barely registered.

Soon, the rumbling of the motorcycle and Harry’s wailing faded away and Severus was left alone.

He took the bottle of Firewhisky and sat in the large armchair by the fireplace. He couldn’t feel the heat. He barely felt the icy bite of his ring. He felt nothing and wanted to forget. He unscrewed the bottle and he could picture clearly Lily’s disapproval and James’ tentative comfort. But that was the problem: he could only picture it now. He would never get to see them again. His husband and his wife were dead, his son taken away.

Tears had slowed down since Hagrid left Harry on that doorstep. He still sniffed every couple of minutes as he landed next to his plot of pumpkins. He turned off the engine and swiped away some snot that was dripping threateningly near his beard. He didn’t have to be careful of being discreet, as his hut was far enough from the castle not to awake its occupants even if he decided to sing loudly – which was probably the plan to end the night. Firewhisky tended to bring his artistic voice out. He entered his hut, letting the door slam close behind him. He took off his coat and grumbled as he sat and bent down to take his boots off as well. The fire was dying, he would need to put some wood again in it if he didn’t want to die from the cold – or at least if he didn’t want to get sick. He went to his table and was surprised to see his bottle wasn’t there any more. He looked around and startled when he saw a dark figure in his favorite armchair. He stepped closer. It was Professor Snape curled on himself. He looked like a kid in the too-big-for-him armchair, and Hagrid couldn’t get angry when he saw the empty bottle by his side. He even felt pity as he witnessed tear tracks on the Professor’s pale face, the snot under his nose.

Whatever people thought, Hagrid wasn’t stupid. He knew what was said about Professor Snape behind his back. He knew no one but Professor Dumbledore trusted him. He had heard teachers and students alike talking about Professor Snape’s absence during the day, his inability to participate in the celebrations. They truly believed he wasn’t happy his Dark Lord had been defeated. Hagrid wasn’t stupid. He didn’t know everything, sure. Everyone had secrets, but he trusted blindly Professor Dumbledore and if the man trusted Professor Snape... Perhaps he had doubts before, like everyone else. Until he had seen Professor Snape’s haunted look last night in Professor Dumbledore’s office. Until Professor Snape came this morning and held little Harry like he was the most precious thing in the world. Until he heard whispers from Professor Snape and cries from little Harry. Hagrid wasn’t stupid. Everyone had secrets, and he knew things often weren’t exactly like they appeared to be.

So, he took a plaid from his bed and covered Professor Snape with it. He took the empty bottle away and made sure the fire would burn through the night. Whatever Professor Snape’s secrets were, he would damn well help him protect them.

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