#1000 Points From Gryffindor

[dewitty1]

1,000 Points From Gryffindor

1,000 Points From Gryffindor by @blithelybonny

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Humor, Shenanigans, a silly mystery, Feels, Comfort, Blow Jobs, Snark, Banter, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Community: hd_erised

Summary:

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry's suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy's hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

Excerpt:

Once they’d climbed out of the entrance and were on their feet at the top of the Gryffindor Tower staircase, Malfoy gave Harry a look he couldn’t quite read and then, leaving no room for doubt, Malfoy quirked out his elbow to offer Harry his arm. Harry looked back and forth between Malfoy’s elbow and his face, searching for the prank or the moment Malfoy was going to snatch it back and laugh at him, but none came, and so Harry exhaled slowly and then slipped his arm through Malfoy’s proffered one. Together, they set off down the stairs.

“You know, I’d sort of been wondering,” Harry said, after a moment, “if this thing really was as soft as it looked.”

“It very much is,” Malfoy replied. “The inside’s all cozy and worn.”

“Warm?”

“That too, but I meant worn, as in well-worn. Lived-in, I think they call it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Well, that makes sense, as you’ve been wearing it practically non-stop since October.”

Malfoy chuckled at that. “You’d have done the same if you had one. But it was pretty well-worn before I got my hands on it too,” he said, teasingly.

The opening was obvious, and Harry really didn’t want to take the bait, but, well, despite knowing that Malfoy’s alleged and now-proven-nonexistent Hufflepuff boyfriend or girlfriend hadn’t given it to him, as well as knowing that he was being ridiculous getting so worked up over it, Harry was still curious. “If I just flat-out ask you, like I was planning at the beginning of the year, you’re not going to give me a straight answer, are you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“You could try,” Malfoy replied.

“Oh, that’s a ‘no’.”

“That is very much a ‘no’,” Malfoy teased.

“Fuck, you really are awful, you know that?”

“Again, Potter, I am quite aware. The real question is, what does it say about you that you’re attracted to me anyway?”

Harry stopped them in their tracks. “I’m not attracted to you,” he insisted, but it sounded hopelessly weak to his own ears anyway. Malfoy just pursed his lips and stared at Harry until he was forced to admit, “All right, fine, yes, I am, Merlin help me, I’m attracted to you. No earthly idea why, though.”

“I think it’s because you want someone who can both keep up with you and challenge you to do more or do better, and,” Malfoy said smugly, “I like to think that I most certainly fit those qualifications.”

“Because you’re a total arse?”

“No, or, well, yes, partly--because honestly, Potter, you’re a bit of an arse yourself, you know--but really because...well, because...oh, fuck it!” Malfoy grabbed Harry by the shirt, tugged him in, and kissed him soundly.

Harry had only experienced a few kisses in his short eighteen years on earth, and all of them had been different.

With Cho, it had been wet and cold, and while he certainly didn’t blame her because she’d had incredibly complicated feelings and likely hadn’t been ready so soon after Cedric had died, the kiss had been painfully awkward and had quite honestly put him off kissing for a long while.

With Ginny, it had been soft and warm and sort of equaling the feeling he got when he was able to sink into a warm bath after a hard work-out. Kissing her had felt safe and easy, which wasn’t bad at all, but it wasn’t exactly what he’d always expected a kiss to feel like.

When he’d stood there and watched Hermione throw down her wand, run over to Ron, and sweep him up in the biggest, grandest kiss he’d ever seen, had watched Ron abandon all sense and lift her into his arms to kiss her fiercely back, Harry knew what he’d been missing in those soft sweet kisses from before.

He felt it now.

It was like Fiendfyre in his veins, rushing through him and threatening to devour him whole. He was being swallowed up by it, consumed by it. He was never going to be the same after this moment. The passion and the intensity overwhelmed him, and he gave himself up to it.

Malfoy sucked on his lower lip, and Harry moaned softly, as he wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s waist and pulled him in. Their bodies pressed flush together, and Malfoy ground his hips against Harry’s own, eliciting another agonized moan from Harry. Merlin, it felt so good. Malfoy felt so incredible, so good, so everything--it was too much and it wasn’t enough and it was everything in between.

“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy urged, sounding like the words had been punched out of him.

“Wha--what?” Harry managed, dazed and dizzy with want.

Malfoy turned suddenly and started towards the Slytherin dormitory portrait entrance at the end of the hallway. “Come on, you can walk me back to my room,” he said, in low voice.

Harry swallowed hard. “To your room?” he echoed, barely a whisper.

“If you like,” Malfoy replied, tossing it almost casually over his shoulder. He was tense though, Harry could see it in the rigid line of his back, but whether out of fear of rejection or something else, Harry couldn’t be sure.

He wasn’t ready, though, he knew that. “Wait,” he said, before reaching out and tugging Malfoy back. Malfoy turned around, and Harry wrapped him in an embrace again. He kissed Malfoy again, passionately, but a little less intensely this time. He let himself memorize the shape of Malfoy’s mouth, let himself sigh as Malfoy pressed even closer and slotted his lips between Harry’s, opening himself again like a flower to the sun.

꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

[storiesfromafan]

His Nightmare - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: do forgive me and my lack of Mattheo stories, or updates on my Obsessed series. But I am back, gracing you with a small under 1000 word one-shot.

I promise I am workiing on the next part of Obsessed 😅

They say Mattheo Riddle was possessive and a psycho when it came to you, his girlfriend. And that was warranted. The only thing most students didn’t know was that you were just as bad, if not worse then your boyfriend.

A silly Hufflepuff girl makes goo-goo eyes at Mattheo as she passes him in the hallway. You’re waiting a head of her, by a set of stairs. And when she is near, that girl accidently ends up going down them all the while you look on with a pointed glare.

An over confident Gryffindor girl passes Mattheo a note in potions, while you’re sitting next to him. Sure you both had a laugh at her stupid confession. But she ends up with detention after you hex her potion to explode when Snape is inspecting her potion. The classroom unfortunately has to deal with a dark cloud due to Snape being covered in a foamy substance.

A cocky Ravenclaw girl falls into Mattheo's lap when out in the courtyard, giggling and calling herself clumsy. When she’s far from it. Of course your boyfriend rolls his eyes and plays nice. But you don’t hold your tongue. Telling her to get her brain checked for a possible misplaced brain cell. Or better yet, go to Madam Pomfry and get her to use her bone growth potion to help fix her shotty legs. While you’re at it, get a life and sod off, as Mattheo ain’t interested in no bird brain. That last part a shot at the girls house.

Slytherin girls knew better. As the last, and only, girl to try to make a move on your boyfriend got the worse of it. No one will say what happened to her, but no one confirms nor denies an unforgivable curse was used. And that girl hadn’t returned after going home for Christmas break. Which didn’t help the rumors.

You’re a strong, darkness in Mattheo's life. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. For he was the same. Two dark souls, all consuming and loving the other. The unofficially titled King and Queen of Slytherin.

Lounging in the courtyard, you were propped up against a large tree. Your loving boyfriend was laying down, head resting on your lap. He was smoking a cigarette while you were reading and running your fingers threw his dark locks. Peace for the moment for you both. Something that doesn’t happen often. Your friends either in detention or bothering other students.

“I heard some interesting gossip" Mattheo said after expelling the latest draw from his cigarette.

“Hmm, really? Do tell" you replied turning the page you’d just finished.

He chuckled recalling the gossip. “I heard some Hufflepuff girl in flying lessons fell off her broom today".

“Oh? Is that all?” You questioned with amusement, your lips quirking at the corner in a small smirk.

Mattheo smirked to himself. “No, no. It seems the silly girls broom took off on its own. Taking her on a rather lively ride around the open area, before finally shaking her off and into a ditch".

You giggled darkly. “Is that so? How clumsy of her".

Mattheo looked up to you, amused by the joy you were experiencing from his words. “I thought you would have told me love, as you were in that class".

You marked your page and closed the book, setting it down beside you. You looked down at your boyfriend with warmth and satisfaction in your eyes. Leaning down you placed a small, lingering kiss up on his lips. The taste of his current cigarette invading you, but you most definitely enjoyed it when it was mixed with his own natural taste. Pulling back you gave him a beaming smile.

“It must have slipped my mind love, sorry" was your simple reply with a cute giggle. Before you sat back up, picking up your book and continuing were you left off.

Mattheo laughed, feeling nothing but pride. “Hmm, yes it must have".

He knew it was you. But what he didn’t know was that the Hufflepuff was mouthing off about you. Saying how Mattheo could do better then you. How you were beneath him. How she was better. You had laughed at that. And hexed her broom to teach her a lesson. Which it has, as when you crossed paths earlier in the hallway, as she was heading from the infirmary, displaying a frightened look on her face before she scuttled away. Tail between her legs.

Yes, girl after girl who comes up against you learns their lesson. Other female students know their place, but there are still those that step forward to challenge you. And you will always knock them down, to the place beneath you, were they belong.

“You are such a nightmare" Mattheo mused with delight and love.

You smiled, twisting one of Mattheo's curls around a finger. “Yes love, but I am and always will be your nightmare".

A/N: requests are open 😊

[forestdeath1]

Cruelty

@prongsfoot-microfic

wc≈1000, tw blood

A Slytherin Beater pulls a forbidden move, undercutting James’s broom with a Bludger, while the crowd and referees are busy with a fight at the other end of the pitch. James falls from his broom, and he’ll definitely blame himself later — typical James, always believing he should have held on, no matter what. Even though it was impossible for anyone to stay on in that situation, he’ll probably say, "It doesn't matter that no one else could have stayed on. I should have."

What follows is a blur: shocked gasps, the game stopping, medical attention, the hospital wing. The search for the culprit.

No one saw how Wilkes did it. No one, that is, except Sirius. Sirius always keeps a watchful eye on James during games. But in Quidditch, there’s a golden rule — if the referees didn’t catch it, it might as well not have happened.

After the game, as everyone's dissecting the match, Wilkes casually passes by Sirius, giving him a cheeky wink and a smug grin.

Wilkes thinks he’s got away with it.

—

Sirius heads into the boys' bathroom on the fourth floor and slams the door behind him. His shoes echo on the stone floor, the sound filling the empty room, which carries a faint smell of soap and stale air.

Wilkes, completely unaware, whistles a tacky old Celestina Warbeck tune as he stands in front of the loo.

"Didn't expect me?" Sirius whispers into his ear, pressing his wand against Wilkes's back. It’s a pointless move in a real duel, but good for a bit of a scare.

Wilkes flinches. He looks ahead and sees Black in the mirror, his eyes lighting up with realisation.

"What do you want, Black?" Wilkes responds, casually finishing up and slowly pulling his trousers back up over his pale arse. He doesn't look the least bit scared. "Can’t sleep, haunted by your wounded Gryffindor sense of justice?"

"Of justice? You think too highly of me," Sirius replies, his fingers deftly searching through the pockets of Wilkes's robe for his wand.

Wilkes, caught off guard, reacts swiftly, snatching the wand back. A flurry of bright magic flashes shoot between them, until the tussle ends with the wand in Sirius’s hands. With a mocking gesture, Wilkes raises his hands as if to surrender, then leans casually against the sink, crossing his legs and grinning broadly. Sirius quickly takes a look at the wand.

"Oak, eight inches," Sirius comments matter-of-factly. "So short.” He twirls the wand carelessly in his hand and tosses it into the loo. The splash is followed by tiny droplets scattering around.

Wilkes laughs loudly, his eyes gleaming with wild joy and mockery. What a sick bastard, thinks Sirius. The Slytherin pushes off from the sink and steps towards Sirius.

"Alright," Wilkes says, coming up close and deliberately pressing his chest against the wand aimed at him. He has never been one to back down. "What do you want?"

Sirius smiles slightly.

"Since you’re so curious," he replies coolly, "I’ll take a bit of roast beef, some time with Katie, and...," his voice drops just a touch, "the pleasure of hearing you moan in pain."

Just like James moaned, dealing with serious injuries from the fall you caused.

Wilkes chuckles, unflustered, "While I can’t help with all your desires, with the second one... Actually, I’m not Katie, but I certainly can fuck you." He suggestively grabs his balls through the robe, his grin widening, "And you'll see that the length of the wand doesn’t really match up with this."

The smile slids off Sirius's face, his hand instantly reaching for Wilkes's hair, his fingers tightly gripping the black strands. Sirius yanks Wilkes's head down sharply and knees him in the nose. The sound of the impact is dull; a bloody print remains on Sirius's trousers.

Wilkes gasps, pressing his hand against his bleeding nose. Blood seeps through his fingers; he glances at it, then locks eyes with Sirius. With a raspy growl, "You fucking bastard," Wilkes lunges at Sirius. Wilkes is bigger, bulkier; there’s no point testing fate. Sirius's strong suit has always been his quick reactions, and the only person with faster reflexes is Bella.

Sirius flicks his wand, and the Incarcerous spell immobilises the boy. Wilkes falls to the floor, face down, thudding against the cold floor, his coarse groan echoing in the empty space.

Sirius kneels beside him, grabs Wilkes by the hair, and harshly lifts his face off the floor, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"I’d better not ever catch you even glancing his way again," Sirius says, his voice low. He always speaks quietly in tense moments, probably something he picked up from his father —everyone knew the quieter Orion spoke, the graver the situation.

Wilkes clearly understands whom he's talking about.

"Or what?"

"Curious? Try to dig deeper, but don’t whine when the grave turns out to be yours."

Wilkes spits out, then lets out a hoarse laugh, blood and saliva dripping from his chin.

"You’ve got no backup anymore, mate. You’re on your own now. Attacking me and throwing threats, are you thick?" He throws out roughly, "Or just insane?"

"I think," Sirius, tightening his grip on Wilkes's hair, making him wince in pain, his face so close that Wilkes can surely feel his breath, "you know the answer."

Sirius lets go, and Wilkes’s head crashes down onto the stone floor. The echo of the impact briefly fills the empty bathroom.

Sirius moves towards the door, his hand reaching for the cold metal handle, when he hears a raspy voice behind him:

"It's him, isn't it?"

His hand freezes on the handle, but Sirius doesn’t turn around.

"You left your family because of him, right?" Wilkes repeats, somehow managing to keep a defiant tone.

Sirius stays silent, his grip on the handle tightening.

"You left your family because of him." Regulus says in a contemptuous, icy voice, cutting through the silence as they speak for the first time since Sirius ran away from home.

The handle turns fully, and in a moment, Wilkes is left lying alone on the stone floor.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

sorry if you’ve already answered something like this but given that we have a few different answers in canon, how many students do you see Hogwarts having? given their actual class sizes and lack of professors per subject i’d say the usual answer of roughly 10 kids per house per year makes sense. except Harry doesn’t know who Mclaggen is until he introduces himself which makes JKR’s statement of 1000 kids in school seem more likely because if there are only 40-ish kids in Gryffindor there’s no reason for Harry to have never seen someone in the year above him for the last 6 years right?

Hi, no problem. I have actually written about this before both here and here. And I tend to disregard JKR's statements outside of the books when they contradict the actual text. I'm a big advocate of death of the author so if the books imply something and Pottermore/JKR implies another, the book evidence takes precedence.

Even if Hogwarts has around 300 students (40 per year X 7 years brings us to 280) 11 professors with one teacher per subject is still an incredibly low student-teacher ratio. I also tried to create a schedule that could work with one professor per subject and 7 years, divided into two classes per mandatory non-NEWT subject (electives and NEWT classes have all 4 houses present but I believe 4th year Transfiguration, for example, is divided into 2 classes because all the 40 students are studying it), and I found that each student would only have about 20 class hours a week, which is pretty low. So unless all the professors are using time turners or there are more professors we don't know about I don't think the number of staff could support a student body much larger than 300. It also means Hogwarts students have so much free time that really all the homework is reasonable, tbh. (Maybe I should write about Hogwarts' schedule and homework amount at some point...)

As for Harry not noticing McLaggen... Harry has students in his own year in Gryffindor he doesn't notice. There are likey 2 other girls in Hermione's dorm besides Praviti and Lavender that he never mentions (I believe these are Sally-Anne Perks, who is sorted in book 1, and Sophie Roper who is in JKR's notes about Harry's year). Harry just tends to be very selective with the information he chooses to pay attention to and note to the reader. Like, if he has no reason to care about McLaggen he won't bother noticing him. So, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

I mention it in the posts I linked regarding the size of the Wizarding Population in the UK, but I believe the size of the population we see in Harry's generation is slightly decreased from former generations and that the population would grow back after the books. This is due to fewer births (we see more only children than in former generations) and less to do with actual deaths in the war, which I covered in the first linked post too.

[just-another-star-47]

Modern AU

I need to find a name but I'm too impatient to actually sit down and think about one.

Sebastian x 🦁 MC

I think I'll only write snippets here and there, that belong together, but aren't necessarily in the right time sequence

We start in fifth year, but I like to write Hogwarts more as a secondary school, that starts at the age of 13

Sebastian is one year over MC

I just needed an outlet for my need of a bad boy Sebastian on a motorbike with tattoos..

First meeting

~ 1000 words

It was not her first Quidditch match since she had started her fifth year at Hogwarts, but it was her first against Slytherin.

The atmosphere in the entire stadium was heated, the players' tempers extremely tense. This time, it was not a friendly competition, but the rivalry of the two favoured teams, whose hostilities were also being played out off the pitch.

For a moment, MC pulled her broom up, hovering over the rest of the players, gathering her concentration as the harsh wind whistled around her ears. She watched the players in green, each of them taking advantage of the last few minutes before the game began in their own way. Shifting her weight slightly forward, she drew a wide circle over the stands, whizzed past one of the opposing players who had lingered at her height and finally lined up in her position.

It was clear from the first quarter of an hour that it was going to be a tough game, both teams fighting for every ball, the physical contact increased many times over from the last game. The cold wind turned the tips of noses and cheeks painfully red and staggered any player whose concentration momentarily drifted from the control of their broom.

Cursing, she spun away downwards to dodge a bludger, that was ruthlessly smashed into a Slytherin player by one of her team's beaters moments later. The ball falling out of their hand meant another point for Gryffindor.

"Catch that bloody snitch already, Nelli!" the Gryffindor captain shouted to the seeker when they were in the lead again for a moment after a few hours.

She got no reply as the seekers of both teams broke through the now darkened clouds shoulder to shoulder before Nelli was attached off course with a deft shove against her upper body.

Apparently, however, the golden snitch escaped again, because even after several more throws at the goal rings, the whistle was not blown. Panting and sweating like all the other players, MC dived under the Slytherin defence and scored, the cheers of her comrades on the pitch and in the stands meanwhile just a grim nod of the head. After a blatching from the opponents against a chaser and his subsequent no less questionable push with an elbow, the referee blew her whistle for a short time-out. But even after briefly kicking the legs and stretching the body, the players' focus and attention slowly wanes.

With a risky manoeuvre, a Slytherin chaser dodged the bludger, only to crash into MC with unlimited speed, taking her with her. Tumbling towards the ground, the Gryffindor student throws herself against the motion as the bludger continues to pursue her. Out of the corner of her eye, she can make out the red colours of one of her team's beaters chasing after them. Throwing herself with momentum to the left, she avoids another hit, but crashes into the Slytherin beater instead. The collision knocks the air out of both of their lungs and, tangled together, they crash into one of the tall stand towers before hurtling frantically towards the ground. MC tried to push herself away from the opposing player, but only managed to lurch even more and crashes against the tower again. Dazed, she felt her cloak being pulled up to break her fall, but the action only caused more imbalance. With her back to the ground, she kicked the beater off her, upwards with her feet, before desperately trying to turn once more before hitting the ground. She managed to intercept herself and lurch across grass, only to be brought completely to the ground by the opposing team's beater with a thud. They slid under the bleachers before they both came to a stop with a loud gasp and stay down.

"Ah, damn..." gaspsed MC, trying to sit up.

"By Slytherin's damn name.... ", it came back pressed from the other player,"..can't you pay more attention?!"

Leaning on her palms, MC worked herself forward onto all fours, "I hope you're alright too, thanks for asking..."

"If your flying skills were as mature as your foul mouth..." he drew in a sharp breath as he sat up, glaring at her with angry eyes.

"And if your ability to keep yourself in the air were as great as your arrogance..." she followed up and knelt down with aching limbs, returning his angry gaze with equal intensity.

"Because of you, we'll both be disqualified," he pointed vigorously at the rut in the turf they'd left when they'd slid over the outer marking of the edge of the game.

"Oh no, I had managed to stay inside the mark before you crashed into me."

"Congratulations on that," he threw back with a sneer, "so let's ignore the fact that I wouldn't have crashed into you in the first place if you hadn't lost control of your broom."

MC snorted angrily, but failed to give him an answer and averted her eyes before leaping up into the air, using her broom for support. Her joints cracked and a few steps she dragged her foot before the pain slowly subsided.

"Even though it probably broke all my ribs, thanks for kicking me upwards to break my fall."

She turned and watched as the Slytherin boy slowly stood up as well before their eyes met once more.

"Even though you probably just made it worse by doing that, thanks for yanking on my cloak to break my fall."

"What an ungrateful, impertinent thing you..."

He got no further as the referee and a nurse knocked the damaged tarp aside and looked around with concerned glances.

"Mister Sallow, MC. I was hoping you would be back on the pitch on your own."

She eyed both students.

"At least you are already standing again. I advise you to get yourselves examined," she hesitated briefly, "I regret to inform you that you are both disqualified for leaving the field."

While MC angrily pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes, she heard the player addressed as Mister Sallow kicking one of the wooden beams of the stand, swearing.

[skunkjagkh0e]

I am going to analyze and describe to you guys every All Time Low’s records because I love ranting about the aesthetics and stuff.

I’m just gonna put TTWtRiDwtE and The Party Scene together because I don’t listen to them THAT much, I still love them though. I’m gonna say that they have massive high school vibes and idk I just love the vibes AND THE LYRICS. I fucking love the lyrics of every single song on these records. words cannot explain.

My favs are probably Break Out! Break Out! and the hustler one

Fav lyrics: “The memories of broken dreams We were so tired yet so alive”

It’s So Wrong It’s Right turn. On this record I have to say that even though I don’t like every every song on it, I love the instrumental parts SO much; I think that the guitars, the bass and the drum parts are legitimately amazing. Nothing more to say.

I really love let it roll and stay awake.

Fav lyric: all six feet under the ground.

Nothing Personal. My fucking record. I love every song on this record with every single body cells that I have. The lyrics are really teenager-ish but I think that goes along well with the whole concept and vibe of the record

HELLO BROKLYN NUMBER 1 STAN HERE. Also Lost In Stereo is my fav atl song so.

Fav lyric: “I’m a walking travesty but I’m smiling at everything”

We have been waiting for this one. Dirty Work. At first I didn’t like this album because the songs just didn’t catch my attention but when I listened to it again carefully…this one goes hard. it really does. the lyrics are amazing and I like all the sassy-ness in this record SO much.

I can’t pick a fav one, I legitimately love them all

Fav lyric: “We're throwing stones though we live in glass houses”

Don’t Panic is my brother, my pal, my mate, my friend and my lover. I love this record from head to toes. I really love everything about this album, from the amazing lyrics to the instrumental parts to just the vibes in general.

I CANT PICK A FAV ONE FUUUUCK

AGAIN I love every every song. Every lyric is just.

THE RECORD. Future Hearts. This one is number one on the top for the lyrics. Heartwarming, comforting yet harsh and raw in some way. I link this album with the feeling of wanting to let go of the things that make you feel bad. with the feeling of searching for a safe place to be where you can rest for a while. I used to listen to this record biblically everyday because I was in so much pain and just listening to it made me feel better.

Satellite, old scars/future hearts and the kids in the dark stan here!

Fav lyric: all the kids in the dark

I am so fond of Last Young Renegade. The whole concept behind the record is amazing, the lyrics are incredible and deep and the movies are just *chef’s kiss* the peaks of the vibes. I fucking love the whole aesthetic: jeans jackets, late night car rides, neon signs and lights, rock and loud music… man I really based my personality on this freakin record and I do not regret it. At all. This is my fav record and probably this thing will never change. It bring me so much comfort I can’t explain it.

Can’t pick a fav one here.

Love every lyric equally

MY BABY Wake Up, Sunshine. I discovered the boys through WUS so it has a very special place in my heart. This record is the definition of comfort, safety, summer and love. In a bad mood? Listen to WUS. In a good mood? Listen to WUS. It’s a REMEDY. This record saved me so many times. The vibes are immaculate and the whole aesthetic brings joy and happiness.

Glitter and Crimson and Pretty Venom stan in the house tonight.

Fav lyric: “It’s gonna be alright if you just stop thinking it over”

Tell Me I’m Alive. It’s the first record that I see the release of so it holds just for this a special place in my heart. Like I said previously, It’s the child of LYR and WUS and that. +1000 points to the gryffindor. The whole aesthetic of drugs and love and fucking and being heartbroken yet in love it’s SO addicting

I still have to pick my fav but kill my vibe and are you there? are amazing

Idk again the lyrics have all really good meaning I just can’t pick one.

[fireh0es]

ok so post episode reflection time. i wanted to like the episode but it just wasn't as memorable as other finales, which is weird for me because it was meant to be the 'last' before the move to ABC happened. this episode felt bungled, let me go into why.

1.) okay so this sounds weird to complain about but that bridge collapse sucked. nobody was in true peril, there never felt like there was stakes honestly other than brief scenes with hen and chim. i wanted there to be a serious injury, i cannot lie. i'm tired of the 118 being fine after these things and just bouncing back like nothing happened. it's too episodic, if that's the word. things aren't lasting

2.) speaking of no stakes, bobby was heavily implied to be hurt. he was not. all we hear is that he hurt his shoulder and needs scans. chim was completely harmlessly impaled pretty much, just walk it off. that whole thing was traumatic in many ways and bobby and chim should not have been so scot-free in an episode that required high stakes

3.) chimney had gloves on and wasn't wearing The Ring of Power. -1000 points from Gryffindor for that one babes sorry

4.) i'm not super against buck/natalia as a couple but it felt weirdly rushed because she came in literally last minute for the birth then started dating buck. maybe it's just because i wanted her to show up at lucy's doorstep because i'm a garbage eating goblin with no self control

5.) the eddie/marisol thing. i really really really wanted to hold out hope that she would defy the trope of 'firefighter gets the girl after saving the day'. i genuinely thought she'd be involved in this 'mass casualty accident' that was over in like ten minutes. seriously wtf was this bridge collapse??? where is the drama, i can't see it???

6.) what in the world was that meditation scene? why did we time skip so far ahead that the flashbacks seem like flash forwards??? what is going on with this pacing it's like being dragged behind a truck with a drunk driver at the wheel

7.) the fucking speed they tore through every plot line this episode was unreal. the bridge collapse served us a nothing sandwich in ten minutes flat, the 118 checked in and checked out of the hospital before i could blink. the relationships were slammed in in such short fast scenes they felt forced and sudden. they did the time warp and blew through weeks of development and the birth of a baby that honestly happened so fast idk how much time went by between that and the cute little bwidge cowapse. seriously the pacing sucked, really girl give us nothing

8.) the episode was pretty much only saved by the cast. i cannot describe how disappointed i felt about this finale. despite amazing work from the actors, things flew by too fast, the tone was all wrong from a directorial and production standpoint, relationships felt mishandled. like i'm sorry, henren are going to have another baby in the house and we get... a hug? a time skip and a h u g??? buck has this super moving scene getting to see the life he gave to his friends to nurture and is able to let go and does the time warp into a new relationship, eddie is pressured by chris to call marisol, who didn't even appear until the last 2 minutes (??????????) now they're going on. a date??? bobby is totally fine after being pinned in a metal bin by an suv and an ambulance and a bunch of concrete because apparently bobby has fucking adamantium bones and has +100 resistance to crush damage. like literally i'm not even a little nervous when bobby gets pancaked because he's literally that cartoon character that pops up from being flattened like 'i'm ok!' *insert clown silly noises* where is the writing, sis? where?????

9.) where was the wedding? we get a rooftop meditation flashback/flash forward thing with weird thoughts from all the characters but not the fucking madney wedding???? i wanted to see chim barely survive that bridge collapse and have the viewers thinking he was going to perish before seeing him at the parish in a boyle style butt cast or something marrying maddie because literally being strapped to a flaming gurney wouldn't stop him. instead chim is magically fine and there isn't a wedding. i'm going to eat glass

10.) lucy: i have a sprained ankle *gets in a helicopter and flies out of the series* WOULD YOU LET THE FEMALE FIREFIGHTERS STICK AROUND AND DO THEIR JOBS PLEASE??

god it was just so unsatisfying. imagine if the tsunami episodes plot was over in 10 minutes with no stakes at all. like really?? idk what it is but the stakes in this season have literally never been lower. the earlier seasons had me INVOLVED in the emergencies. things have gotten so goofy lately. most emergencies are comedic and unserious, the writing isn't taking the characters as seriously as their actors, it feels like one of those happy AU fanfics that I just struggle through reading because you know it's going to be saccharine and there's nothing that's going to happen that's gripping which you would expect in a drama series.

[sadbi-hours]

I was hoping for a blackout, but at least I got a bingo! The list of fics and their square fills are below. I hope you like these fics as much as I did!

@ficreadingchallenge

Free Space: Obviously by lovelybattle

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin/Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Summary: Jake groaned into the kiss, gripping at Rooster’s shoulders. Rooster pushed him against the door, hand roaming up and down his sides. He reached under Rooster’s shirt, running his fingers over the muscles that flexed under his touch.

Rooster groaned and moved his lips down to Jake’s neck, making Jake moan under his breath. “Um- I should probably-” Jake fell off into a moan as Rooster sucked a spot into his pulse point.

“Hang on I-” Jake tried again, “Rooster, I need-”

Rooster just hummed, running his tongue over the mark. “Bradley, I need to tell you something.”

Rare pair: with and without by thedevilsgarden

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Misty Quigley/Natalie Scatorccio/Jackie Taylor

Summary: It's Jackie's brilliant idea to rent out the guest room, to add another person to this fucking mess. And even though Nat hates the idea, she isn't stupid enough to pick a fight over it. She and Jackie have been arguing enough as it is.

(or, Jackie and Nat are girlfriends on the verge of a break-up, until a cute blonde nurse moves in with them)

Small Fandom (<1000 fics): Fuck My Label. Fuck My Ex-Husband. And Fuck Deacon Claybourne by orphan_account

Fandom: Nashville

Pairing: Juliette Barnes/ Rayna Jaymes

Summary: It didn't relieve any of her annoyance that Juliette was being, well, normal.

Not the peroxide drama on legs that Rayna really wanted right now to take her mind off of things. Talking about her feelings – shit, having feelings.

Feelings that ranged from 'fuck my label' to 'fuck my exhusband' to 'fuck Deacon fucking Claybourne.' Three feelings that Rayna was familiar with inside and out. Rather acutely as of late.

Under the Influence: Late Night Wanders by Ember_andRain

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter/ Pansy Parkinson

Summary: When Harry shows up drunk in the middle of the night, Pansy takes pity on him and decides to take him back to the Gryffindor common room; turning a boring evening into a rather eventful night.

Long Fic (>25,000 words): the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine by inlovewithnight

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt/ Roy Kent/ Keeley Jones, Rupert Mannion/Jamie Tartt

TW: Dead Dove, please read tags

Summary: Rupert had blackmail material and offered Jamie a chance to buy it back--with his body, not with money.

Jamie would do anything to protect his people. He didn't know how far anything would go.

Superpowers/ No Powers AU: Accidental Perfidy by EvilPeaches

Fandom: Split (2016) & Glass (2019)

Pairing: Casey Cooke/Kevin Wendell Crumb, Casey Cooke/Dennis

Summary: Twenty-two year old Casey doesn't expect to meet someone she connects with at her Abuse Support Group. She never thought she would let anyone in, anyone beyond the protective wall she's meticulously built around her soul. Kevin is different though, different from other men. He understands her, understands her pain. For once, Casey thinks she can live freely again. Only, Kevin doesn't tell her everything. No. He left something out. Otherwise known as your boyfriend neglecting to mention he has DID.

Lyric Title- Listen to the song too!: for you, the sun will be shining by margctbishop

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Ted Lasso/ Rebecca Welton

Summary: Most days, Ted Lasso thinks he's a pretty good dad.

Today is not one of those days. Today, Ted Lasso somehow managed to lose his son in a public park.

aka "we've only just met but my kid is obsessed with you and I don't know why, I'm so sorry, I really don't kn– oh wait... you're kinda cute" with a dash of soulmatism

Slow Burn: jolie laide by canardroublard

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Pairing: Illya Kuryakin/ Napoleon Solo/ Gaby Teller

Summary: It's a strange term, Napoleon thinks. Jolie laide. "Pretty-ugly". A self-contradiction, banal words elevated in American ears by the exoticism of French. He's never understood why it's applied to girls with strong jawlines and sharp features. "Vogue girls". He's always thought it much more fitting for those with frayed and damaged edges on the inside. For those with tangled snarls of history but hope for the future.

Maybe all three of them are jolie laide. In their own ways.

(Or, the fashion AU which was supposed to be short but sprouted wings and flew away from me, featuring photographer Illya, model Gaby, and Napoleon, who brings everyone together.)

Unfinished/ In-Progress: Lady Flowers by beepboop (permanganato)

Fandom: House of The Dragon (TV)

Pairing: Alicent Hightower/ Rhaenyra Targaryen

Summary: Otto Hightower brings his bastard daughter to King’s Landing in the hopes that she might become close to the new Heir to the realm.

Found Family: A Dweeb in a Leather Jacket and a Punk Band by beezyland

Fandom: Orange is The New Black

Pairing: Lorna Morello/Nicky Nichols

Summary: Despite what her band says, they don’t go to that tiny, grimy 24-hour diner after every gig because Nicky has a crush on the cute, clumsy diner girl. Nicky just likes the milkshakes. And maybe she kind of owes that cute, clumsy diner girl her life.

High School/ College AU: if you could see that i'm the one by blanchtt

Fandom: Barbie (2023)

Pairing: Margot Robbie's Barbie/Gloria

Summary: She gets her exam back from her professor and a proposition along with it – tutor a fellow student for a few extra points.

Barbara hardly has to think about it. She has free time since volleyball ended, and she’s aiming for veterinary school after graduation, which is nothing if not competitive. If there’s anything she can do to up her GPA over her classmates - as well as help a fellow student, of course - then why not.

Future AU: I'll settle for the ghosts of you by FunkyinFishnet

Fandom: Sense8

Pairing: Wolfgang Bogdanow/Kala Dandekar/Rajan Rasal

Summary: When Rajan witnesses Wolfgang and Kala embrace, Wolfgang lifting her up off her feet while smiling more broadly than Rajan has seen so fat in the few hours that he has known the man and with Kala’s happiness seeming to make her face sparkle, he thinks, “Oh, I *see*.”

Rajan thinks Kala really doesn't love him in the same way that he loves her, and there’s no way that Wolfgang can love him at all.

Gift Giving: but if we could kiss and just cut the rubbish by mirniy_miro

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Pairing: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Summary: Jaskier's love is in every word of his songs.

Yennefer and Geralt figure their own ways out.

Bodyswap: Eat Your Heart Out, Wolfgang Pauli By ishie

Fandom: The Big Bang Theory

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper/Penny

Summary: Of course, the answer is standing right in front of him. In the mirror. There's a bed and wall reflected behind him, a riot of color that clashes with tanned skin and rumpled pajamas and a cloud of blonde, blonde hair.

He's Penny.

Fanart: we are strange in our worlds [podfic] by aethel

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor/Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor/Rory Williams

Summary: "Your boyfriend doesn't like me," the Doctor said, then winced. It sounded even more pathetic out loud.

[sabineelectricheart]

Hogsmeade Late-Spring Day

Summary: Leander and Rosalie are walking through Hogsmeade when she tells him a funny story. He fails to find the humour.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: I find it just adorable, how the little bully matures into a reasonably-decent little man.

“You know what people have been saying?” The girl suddenly announces.

It is a bright, late-Spring Saturday, and almost every Hogwarts student, Third Year and up, filled the narrow village streets as Rosalie and Leander walk around North Hogsmeade. It was the last weekend they would be sanctioned to leave, and the first after their O.W.Ls were done at last. As such, a celebratory mood took over the masses of wistful teens.

He was helping her run some personal errands, something he has always assisted with, ever since she first arrived at the school almost a year ago. While there was nothing out of the ordinary with the scene, seeing him carry her purchases, pointedly without the use of any charms, only reminded her of a conversation she had with Natty earlier that week.

It was after he carried her books from the library to the tower without being asked to. Cressida Blume looked at them as if they had grown a fourth head between them and the exchange student laughed uncommonly loud at her surprise.

“Leander is awfully helpful when you are around, is he not? I do not think that he has not been this nice at any point in our acquaintance.”

“Hm? What do they say?” The redhead boy asks back, his eyes darting from her supply list to his companion.

He was always good at maintaining direct and straight eye contact whenever he spoke to her, a trait that she wanted to adopt in her daily life as well. She noticed that, as it stands, she never could quite match his gaze whenever they conversed, and she would not want to be perceived as rude.

“Well, I have been hearing lately that you suddenly stopped spending time with anyone else other than me.” She giggles, waiting for her friend to laugh back.

However, Leander does not laugh at all. His gaze remains unchanged and she is actually not sure what thoughts lie behind the confusing blank expression he is shooting her.

“Yes, that seems to be mostly correct. What about it?” He responds, as if he is waiting for her to make some grand point.

Her smile drops for a second, as Rosalie thinks about what this could mean. Did he really spend all of his free time with her?

No, no. That cannot be, it simply cannot be. This was Leander Prewett they were talking about. The Leander Prewett. Someone that became infamous on the hallways of Hogwarts. If he was not known for his dashing good looks or Quidditch skills, he was known for running around the school with his little gang, making the lives of other students as miserable as he possibly can.

She has met him in the beginning of the year, before he matured into his sixteen years of age, and she is quite certain that no-one could make such a dramatic shift in such a short time. She might like him well enough, perhaps even more than like, perhaps even more still, but she knows who he is.

He might have mellowed out a bit and cut out on his bullying, but he was still much popular and even more proud. Surely someone like him, someone who has always been much too glad to recount in detail all his romantic exploits with his smooth-brained friends at the dormitory, was not always spending time with just herself.

Her. Rosalie Beausoleil. The awkward odd duck at Gryffindor.

Though, if that was the case, which of course it probably was not, she cannot say that she would be upset to hear it. Much to the contrary.

“Oh, but I know that cannot be true.” She half-heartedly chuckles, waving away any notion that the statement was believable enough to be at all considered.

“But it is.” He counters, still adamant on his position.

Rosalie scans his expression for any indicator that he could be fooling her, as she knows from experience that he is cruel enough to toy with her expectations. The girl could only find sincerity, though.

With that in mind, her heart began beating faster, her mind scrambling thoughts around, trying to figure out what this could mean. Surely not what she has been expecting…?

“So, what is the reason for it then? Why do you choose to spend time with only me?” She asks, unsure if she would want to hear the answer. “I mean, it is not as if you are wanton for choice.”

He laughs, good-naturedly. “I do have a lot of admirers, do I not?”

“Do not let it go to your head. You cannot stand to walk if it gets any bigger.” She snaps, turning her nose up at him.

“But you are the one who said it, Rosie.” He pokes her ribs with his index finger, teasing her with the stupid nickname he came out with for her.

“Just answer the question already!” The girl huffs.

“Why, it’s because I fell for you, is it not obvious?” He replies, a sincere smile forming upon his lips.

Leander, for once, was not trying to be cheeky or get a rise out of her. It was a genuine confession, slipping so easy and naturally from his lips that even he is surprised with himself.

Well, there it goes, he wasted three weeks of planning for a perfect confession.

Her eyes widen for a second before darting away, her cheeks getting warmer by the second.

“As it turns out, not to me, apparently…” The girl murmurs under her breath

“Well, no matter, I guess I shall just have to be better at showing it to you. The Summer should be good practice.” The redhead hums to himself, pushing the door for J. Pippin’s open and entering the potioneer’s shop. “Well, should we move along?”

She nods, a bit dazed. “Yeah, sure.”

After a few steps, Leander turns back to Rosalie, his free hand extended towards her. It took her no time at all to reach out and grab it.

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Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

[impossibly-cold-collector]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Humor, Shenanigans, a silly mystery, Feels, Comfort, Blow Jobs, Snark, Banter, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Community: hd_erised Summary:

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry's suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy's hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

[freshlistenupofmeyoholla]

1000 Points From Gryffindor

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: Mature

Words: 25k

AU / Tags: Eighth Year, ewe

Summary: The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts.

Featuring Harry's suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy's hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

[teacher-with-bad-handwriting]

A thing I like to do with my kids is give them participation points. They do something good, I tell them “plus 5 points” they play around or talk while I’m talking “minus 10 points” and the kids try and keep up with it and it gets them motivated to answer and behave in class.

But the points don’t mean anything. I don’t write anything down, I don’t keep up with who gains or who loses anything. The kids know this, and they’re still reapply protective about their points, and I love it because it’s free (and I’m a broke ass teacher) and it reinforces my expectations.

I’ve never thought about why I do it, until today when one of my kids said “Ms. you only give us points because it’s like Harry Potter” and I shit you not I just stared at him like

[zephahhhh]

Professor Riddle AU Headcanons

Tom was not a creepy evil boy, he just lacked love and approval, and he had the latter by being the top of his year and the teachers LOVE him. He was satisfied with that.

He had his little cult at school tho, but they mostly just do common Slytherin shits like gambling and drink and party and occasionally light reading about dark magic but academy purpose only (Tom is such a nerd)

Tom didn't become Lord Voldemort, he still has this but it's just his teenage edge lordname.

He knows where and how to open the chamber but never actually does it (so Hargid graduated and became a hella strong and scary Magizoologist, learning after Newt)

Basilisk starved to death because of that

(not sure about what happened to his uncle tho, @sevsssnape bestie any ideas?)

Dumbledore decided to give him the DADA post to keep him close and keep his eyes on, he still didn't trust him, and thinks he would turn bad one day

He's the youngest Professor ever of Hogwarts (19yo)

Slytherin won the house cup every fuck year even if he's not head of house

He became head of house in 1970

He has had a snake as his pet since fourth year, it's not THE Nagini but her name is Nagini anyway

He has a snake tattoo on his left forearm and it's magic so it moves and he thinks it's ✨cool✨

He used transfiguration (and a bit of dark magic) to keep himself look like in his late twenties or early thirties. Dumbledore knew about this but he doesn't give a fuck bc it doesn't really hurt anyone

He doesn't want immortality, he just doesn't want to look old

He's kinda rich from his time in school gambling

Severus is his favourite student of all time, and porker & Co paid a lot for bullying him

"That spell is really good Mr. Snape, but don't use it on human beings or we both will get into big trouble."

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, detention on Saturdays until the end of the term."

"Orion, I hate to tell you this, but Sirius' behaviour at school is not acceptable at the very least. He and his friends kept harassing their schoolmates, especially one of Regulus' friends."

Caught porker & co after curfew 1000 times even if they have the map and the cloak

"Seriously, you think you can walk around at night like this? 50 points from Gryffindors, each."

His finals are incredibly difficult. But as long as you practice and study hard enough, you'll pass.

Tom CAN conjures a patrouns, it's a snake (duh)

Lily and Sev both had a crash on him

So does Lucius but he never admits it

tbh half of the school does

He would daydrink and go teaching but never get drunk so no one knows

He doesn't hate children, he thinks some of them are future great wizards, others... he just doesn't care

Not really a good head of house since he doesn't really care about anyone other than himself and those he thinks have further values

He likes Sev simply because he's smart and he wants him to be his successor

He doesn't have a student club like slug club, he doesn't need one. The outstandings are going to have resources from him automatically and they know who and why and what they should do about it

He likes apples

Coffee drinker

"Come on Tom, have a sherbet lemon."

"No thank you Headmaster, I do appreciate your generosity but do forgive me for declining your offer of sweets."

He actually stole his prefect and head boy badge and kept them in his office (well, not stolen actually, he just didn't return them and told Slughorn he lost them)

Would go to FF for evening walk with Nagini

He likes Fwakes

Bath in prefect's bathroom 2am

And night snack after that

And caught porker & co in the kitchen

Taught Sev patrouns in his third year

I...I think I overdone it...

[fischerfrey]

HPMA; Dawncey ficlets, part 2

Classes begin and Dawn is causing trouble..

Words: 500

MCs mentioned:

Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3​

Pandora Lovelace by @gcldensnitch​

Beginning｜ Next Chapter

September 9th, 2012

It was Monday, and the first day of class, when Quincey’s hopes were dashed in a spectacular manner. He was among the last students leaving the class, and he loitered in the corridor so he wouldn’t have to talk to anybody. He’d taken to the habit since the beginning of the term since he found himself feeling disillusioned, for some reason. He didn’t know why it was he felt like he only wanted to be alone, but there the feeling was, anyway, nagging at him. Not even Hogwarts seemed to be able to take it away. He was about to round a corner when he heard frantic footsteps behind him.

“Oh bugger, move it,” Dawn Harvelle said and rushed past Quincey.

“What? Wait up!” Quincey called and glanced back. An ominous pink smoke was emitting from the Potions classroom. Dammit.

“What did you do?” Quincey asked and hurried after Dawn. He didn’t want to get caught up in whatever scheme Dawn had going on.

“Just a practical joke!” laughed Dawn, slowing down. The pink smoke was still coming from the class, accompanied by a strange bubbling sound.

“Right then, move, I don’t want to be implicated in your crimes,” Quincey said and pushed him along. This was typical.

“Hey, it was actually funny,” replied Dawn. “I wish I could witness the look on the first years’ faces when they walk into that room.”

“Poor planning on your part, Harvelle,” said Quincey. “I could’ve been anyone, I could’ve been a prefect. 1000 points from Gryffindor.”

“Ha ha, but you were not.”

“No, I was not.”

“See? I wasn’t even close to getting caught, babes.”

Quincey almost choked at the pet name. “That’s not even my point.”

“Then what is your point?”

Quincey stared at him, racking his brain. “I… had one, for sure.”

“Your point was that you didn’t want to get blamed for something you didn’t do, which is so boring. Life is meant to be lived on the edge.”

Why did Dawn have to do everything in his power to be the bane of Quincey’s existence? He wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. "You're free to spend your free time in detention if you wish darling,” he said, stressing the last word. “But I intend to win the Quidditch cup this year.”

Dawn snorted. “Oh, dream on. Besides it's the first day! It's the best day to cause trouble as the professors are still very gentle with their punishments,” he explained. “That's why we have a bet going on.”

“Of course you do,” sighed Quincey.

“Yeah, and I have to beat Pandora because she won last year.”

“Good luck with that.”

“I thank thee, sweet prince.”

“Cut it out,” muttered Quincey.

“Sure, I have to run, anyway,” Dawn said, with that damned grin of his. “See you around!”

In a flash he was gone, racing down the corridor, probably to cause more mayhem or whatever it was he did with his life.

[chosenimagines]

On your lap (James Potter)

Fandom: [1] (F) Harry Potter Teaser:  Reader running into the dorm of the Marauders to see her boyfriend James Prompts: - AU: - Tropes: - OC:  named Sina (not requested) Warnings: - Language: German/English Request: Yes/No by sainz-leclerc  

Link for Request board & the request

A/N: I am sorry that it is shorter than usual. Usually I don’t post anything under 1000 words but I don’t know what else to put in.

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"Jaaaaaaamsiiiiieeee!", I warbled happily and let myself fall onto the bed next to him. The mattress sprung back slightly under me as I came up. I grinned. The feathering made me bounce up and down for a moment. "Hey, little whirlwind!"

A smile as wide as mine adorned his lips as James looked up and put his Quidditch book aside before he sat up for me. My grin became a bit wider. It was always nice to surprise him! Suddenly, one of the surrounding beds made a cracking sound. I pulled my legs on the bed, turned around and stayed cross-legged with my back to the door on James' bed. Remus had stood up and hurried to Sirius, who still was lying on his own bed. "Sirius, we have to go now!", Remus said. He then tightened his Gryffindor tie and turned to the door. But Remus quickly noticed that his friend did not move from the spot. "Sirius!", it slipped over Remus’ lips, while he drove annoyed through his hair. Leaning on my hands, I leaned back to watch the act infront of me. Discussions between Remus and Sirius was simply priceless! You couldn't miss a second of it. It was free, hilarious entertainment. "What do you want from me, Moony? I don't want to go anywhere.", Sirius protested and demonstratively stretched all over his bed. Remus' frustration was even visible from Mars. I admittedly felt sorry for him! Especially because it was clear that he wanted to leave so that James and I had a little time for ourselves. But Sirius didn't seem to understand what Remus wanted from him. As I said, discussions between these two were hilarious! "We have to go to Professor McGonagall!", Remus groaned. Sirius still didn't understand! Only with difficulty I didn’t burst out into laughter. They could go on tour with this conversation! I would pay money for it. Just funny... "Why should I go to McGonagall? For once, I didn't do anything and you know that, Moony! So let me relax in peace.", Sirius hissed back. He pulled his brows together, while Remus groaned again. "You are unbelievable!", he said, planted himself in front of the stubborn Gryffindor and grabbed Sirius' hand. Without bringing another word over his lips, he pulled him out of the dorm. Paying attention to Sirius's protest calls, Remus let him outside. As soon as the door fell into the lock, both James and I could no longer hold back. How did the aching streams hold us as we giggled and panted for air. Slowly, the laughter diminished, and some quietness returned to the room. "Crackheads!" yelled James breathless. I nodded. "Definitely!", I agreed with him. But then I stopped. That made James prick up his ears. "Wait a minute!", I suddenly said. Frowning, I looked down. "What is that on your lap?" I pointed to his legs and James followed my finger which was pointing at his thighs irritated. His eyes literally scanned his pants. "I don't know what you mean, Sina, darling! I don't see anything," he replied. However, I said nothing, but crawled towards him and sat down on his lap without further ado. "Oh well, look at that! It's me.", I said with a huge grin on my lips. Now James smiled as well. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and let himself fall backwards onto the bed. I lay on top of him lengthwise. James did not give the cheeky grin for a single second. "Oh well, look at that!", he whispered against my mouth "It's you on top of me and I have to admit you are looking good like this." I blushed and hid my face in James's shirt. I started something that has turned against me. But if I was being honest I liked how James dealt with situations like these. That was one of many, many things I loved about him! That was what made being with him so exciting and special because he was a cute, flirty dork who I loved with all of my heart.

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Taglists

Always: @the-second-tonks

Harry Potter: @imabee-oralizard @reader-inserts-and-others-thing

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Pumpkin- Fred Weasley

We're heavy liftin' but we're feelin' fine We think it's funny when we look at the time I know co-dependency has dragged me out But I really don't think that's what this is about

The group of sixth year Gryffindor students sit around under a tree by the black lake waiting for the arrival of their friend. Y/N Malfoy was quite similar to her family in most ways, ambitious, cunning, loyal and scheming, admittedly also a little bitchy with a flare for the dramatic. The difference being important though, she used all of these skills for good. Surrounding herself in a group of Gryffindor's despite being Slytherin simply because they made her laugh, she had never cared over blood or house supremacy and it drove her father mad, her mother to worry constantly and her younger brother to quietly admire her, although he'd be caught dead before saying it.

"Here she is," Lee grins widely watching the girl approach

"You're late," Fred comments, a smirk on his face and teasing lilt to his voice

"Can it Pumpkin,"

"Okay that joke has never and will never be funny," He groans as she drops to the ground next to her friends, fanning her face from the summer heat as she lays in the warmth, her shorts and top showing more skin than her family would approve of.

"Whatever you say Pumpkin," She grins, reaching her hand up to pat Fred's cheek as he leans his back against the tree.

"Why are you late?" Angelina questions, her head in her boyfriends lap. She laughs loudly when the girl says nothing simply smirks.

"Seriously? Again?" Alicia questions, laughter in her voice

"Wait! What don't we know?" Fred pouts dramatically, pushing himself up from the tree. His feelings for the girl glaring brightly. He may as well have a bright flashing sign pointing to him that says he's head over heels for his best friend who doesn't believe in love.

"There's no we. Just you I'm afraid," Lee smirks, Fred's heart sinks a little when he notices his twin brother sympathetic smile.

"Our little golden child-" Angelina starts

"She has never been a golden child," Lee interrupts

"Shut up. Our little golden child has been sleeping with Adrian Pucey," Angelina grins.

Fred feels his heart drop to his feet. Splintering into 1000 pieces.

"Merlin, your parents would approve," he comments, feeling the eyes on him waiting for a response

"They won't need to. It's just casual sex," she shrugs. She isn't sure why she feels such an urgency to make sure Fred knows it's not serious. Sure, he flirts with her but she always kind of assumed it was a joke, so of course it wasn't the guilt making her want to scream at him that she was still single. It wasn't feelings either. There's no point in feelings.

"I wish I could do that," Alicia sighs wistfully, Fred glad the attention is off him "Just have casual sex, flings that mean nothing. I get so attached so quickly," she rambles before turning her head to face her friend, who is eyeing Fred with suspicion, trying to work out if he's just tired or if he's upset.  "How d'you do it?"

"It's simple Li, there's no point in catching feelings. Love is treated like some inevitable thing that happens to everyone but it's not. I won't ever fall in love. Most people don't. Boys are going to hurt you time and time again so there's no point investing your happiness in them. The new relationship glow dies and you end up alone. Embrace the fact you've only got you to count on and life becomes easier," She explains

"How can you know someone isn't going to just come in and sweep you off your feet?" George questions, eyes flickering between the girl talking and his brother who is staring into space almost like he's trying to block out whatever the girl is saying.

"Life just doesn't work like that,"

I wanna give it all, I know I will 'Cause blueberry eyes seem to make time still We can boogie in the sunshine with some Burt's Bees And I know you like to pull the leaves off trees

"Thought love was stupid and pointless and made up," Fred quips, his voice in her ear making her jump in the otherwise empty corridor, taken by surprise at his presence.

"Shit!" she shrieks, hand swatting him away from her "You know most people say hello Pumpkin," she adds

"Hi darling," He grins

"Hi," she responds with a smile, not sure why she's blushing a little

"Back to my point about love,"

"You never actually made it," She retorts, eyes shining in the moonlit corridor

"Are you not on your way back from a secret meeting with one Adrian Pucey?" He questions, beginning to walk in the direction of the Slytherin common room, making sure to slow his steps down a little on regards of her much shorter legs.

"And if I am?"

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with him recently is all," Fred comments. Eyes focused on her as she quiets for a moment thinking.

"He's not the worst person to be around," She shrugs, he hums in response. He isn't sure what to say. He expected her to shoot down his accusation but instead she had admitted to liking Adrian.

"Why are you up so late and lurking near the Slytherin commons?" she questions, expecting an elaborate prank to be explained.

"Someone had to make sure you made it to bed safely," He shrugs, she hopes in the dark he won't see her blush, although he can and it makes his heart skip a beat.

"Pumpkin, anyone would think you care," She teases gently

"I do. In fact I care more about you than anyone else I know," He admits, his sincerity and vulnerability a change to their usual playful tone.

"I feel the same for you," She admits as they come to a stop outside the Slytherin common room.

"You sure do know how to make a guy feel special," He smirks, leaning against the wall next to the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

"I think love is stupid and fake and I don't believe in the whole one true love, soulmate bullshit," She announces, a look in her eyes that Fred has never seen before as she stares up at him.

"I know that," He smiles gently, enjoying the way she's standing a little too close for just friends.

"I'm difficult and tricky and emotionally unavailable and I'm a stupid person to have feelings for,"

"I know that," He smirks widely

"I'm sensitive and if this is all some joke-"

"What's this?" He questions, a cocky grin on his face and an eyebrow raises. She sighs

"This!" She exclaims, gesturing between them "You treating me special and flirting and walking me to all my classes and back to my common room every night and carrying my bag and-" She begins to ramble

"No joke," He assures, hands held up in surrender

"I don't believe in love and I think feelings are stupid,"

"You've mentioned,"

"But, you should know that if anyone were going to change that it would not be Adrian Pucey,"

"Are you saying it would be me, sweetheart?"

"Don't get too cocky pumpkin," She smirks, before turning away from him and slipping into her common room, leaving Fred stood in the corridor with a lovestruck grin on his face.

I used to think that Romeo was full of shit And the Notebook was just my favourite chick flick But now I get why Sarah was so hard to forget It's this feeling that I'm feeling like Nemo in a net

She sits next to Alicia in the Room of Requirement, patiently awaiting the boys as they mingle with the other party goers.  Sipping on their drinks and talking over the loud music.

"Are you staring at Fred?" Alicia questions, eyes following where she's staring off into the distance. Fred is standing with a cup in each hand. One that he regularly raises to his mouth as he laughs with a few Hufflepuff boys. The other that he holds from the top, hand easily large enough to cover the whole top, although he continuously glances down to check there's no opening. He looks good, his height meaning he's a head taller than the other boys, his white shirt slightly too tight meaning his muscles bulge in it.

"Hmm?" She questions, forcing her eyes away from the boy, glad he hadn't caught onto her staring

"Oh my god! You were!" Alicia cheers

"I was?"

"Staring at Fred all gooey eyed and lovestruck. Can't say I'm surprised there's been way too much sexual tension between you two for like ever,"

"I wasn't. I was simply looking at him cause he said he'd bring me another drink and I'm nearly out," She retaliates, Alicia looks at her questioningly for a second, but after glancing at her nearly empty cup seems to believe it. She'd probably have questioned it more if Angelina hadn't arrived, taking the empty seat next to the girl.

"How's Adrian?" Angelina smirks widely from behind her cup

"Uh, I wouldn't know," She admits, adjusting her short black dress a little

"What? You had one of the best looking boys in school for casual, steamy sex and you ended it?" Alicia gasps, looking at the girl in front of her like she's insane

"There was nothing to end," The girls shrugs, taking a chug of her drink, emptying the glass and placing it down.

"Why the fuck would you stop sleeping with him? He's fit," Angelina  pesters, she's saved from having to come up with a lie when Fred arrives in front of the girls, offering the drink he's been protecting with his hand to her.

"Chug that and come dance with me," He demands, she raises her eyebrow at him

"Friends can dance together y'know?" He smirks widely, the line between friends and more seeming to fade and darken back and forth constantly between them.

"To friends then Pumpkin," She smirks, accepting the cup and chugging the alcohol despite the slight burn in her throat.

"M'Lady," He grins, offering a hand that she takes whilst rolling her eyes, allowing him to pull her away from the girls.

"That is why you stop sleeping with a boy as fit as Adrian Pucey," Alicia smirks to Angelina who laughs at the comment.

"Spoilt for choice," Angelina chimes

Pumpkin, pumpkin You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin La, la la la la, la Pumpkin, pumpkin I need you to feel me Pumpkin, pumpkin La, la la la la, la

"You know darling, people might think you like me," He whispers into her ear, hot breath sending a small shiver down her spine that makes smirk grow wider.

"People should keep their noses out," She responds, spinning to face him.

Her chest flush to his, her hands finding place on his shoulders as she moves her hips against him. Practically grinding to the music playing through the party.

"I like this dress," He compliments, eyes raking her up and down with dark eyes, hands trailing up and down her body

"Take your hand of my arse Pumpkin," She smirks, although she says nothing else when he doesn't, the warning more a habit than her actually caring

"You brother is watching us," Fred comments, focusing on not letting his eyes drop to the curve of her breasts that are pushed up, practically spilling from the little black dress

"Father will be happy to hear all about this," She smirks, earning a chuckle from Fred

"You not worried about it?" He questions, ignoring the weird need in his chest to place kisses to her neck, wanting more than a little to mark her up.

"I've been disappointing him long enough," She shrugs, one hand dropping from around his shoulder to trail down his chest, unable to stop herself from wanting to feel the toned muscles under the shirt

"Ever the bad girl," He smirks, a feeling of pride in his chest when he notices her eyes darken a little.

"That's low," She comments with a smirk "Besides father knows we are friends and this is a friendly dance," She adds, turning back around to press her back to his chest, rolling her hips to push her arse into him.

"I certainly hope you don't dance with all your friends like this," He smirks, leaning down a little, a tight grip on her hips, dictating the speed of her teasing movements.

"Only my favourites," She grins.

Fred is glad she's not facing him or he's pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from kissing her.

We're cruisin' slowly but we're movin' fast We both decided to thank our past We've got a hundred lists of things we wanna do But I'm also cool just doin' nothin' with you

When Fred had bid her goodbye for the summer his heart and stung a little. He hated not being able to see her over the holidays. He hated that Adrian Pucey would be around all the time due to their families friendship. He hated that although she acted like it didn't her father's constant criticism hurt her.

It was because of the very last reason that when they were in third year George had scribbled their address onto a piece of parchment and given it to her with a smile and a whisper of 'if you need us we would love to see you'.  She'd never used the paper before. Writing to the twins and their friends, and holding out through the summer. She'd kept the paper though, tucked in between an old fairytale book in her bedroom.

Standing at 7:30 in the morning on the doorstep to the burrow, school trunk in tow and eyes sore from crying she wondered if the offer had long since expired.

Molly Weasley knew of her. She knew that the Malfoy's had a daughter and assumed she'd be as stuck up and rude as the best. Then her boys came home after their first term talking with bright smile and enthusiasm of their new friend and she was shocked when over and over again the name Y/N Malfoy was in the stories. By the end of their first year, with their letters and excited chatter she'd grown to know the girl was nothing like her family, instead she was a friend of her twins and by default Molly loved the girl, happy to see her boys happy. By Christmas of third years she realised that George loved the girl like a sister and Fred loved her as a lot more.

Despite all of this she'd never spoken to the girl. The Malfoy's whisking her away from her friends at the train station before she could even say 'goodbye' with cold eyes and snarls. Therefore she was more than surprised to pull the door open and see her with blotchy tear stained skin and silk pj shorts, a sweater she knit herself with a large 'F' on the front almost drowning her.

"Hi deary," Molly smiles gently

"I'm so sorry to intrude-I-it- I couldn't be there any longer. The boys said years ago I could come here if I ever needed and-I- I'm sorry that was years ago and the offer is way past expired- Sorry to bother you, this was stupid. I'll just be going," She rambles, cutting herself off and hiccuping the words out.

"You'll do no such thing. Come in," Molly instructs, pulling the door wider to allow her to come in. She smiles gratefully, grabbing her trunk and tugging it behind her into the house.

She looks around and can't help the small smile. The house is more of a home then any she'd ever been in before. Lived in and warm and bright and she could feel the love radiating through it. It made perfect sense that the twins grew up here.

"Leave your bag by the door. One of the twins can carry it up later. Take a seat while I make breakfast and let's, you and I, have a chat. I'm afraid the twins won't be up for hours," Molly offers. The girl nods, shooting her a smile and sitting down.

"Tea?" Molly questions

"Please," She responds almost timidly, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her jumper trying to dry the dampness. Molly nods, sending the girl a gentle smile and flicking her wand, the pots jumping into action making the tea.

"Now, dear, do you want to talk about it?" Molly asks gently

"No. Sorry. I just need to process," She admits

"It's no worry, you just make sure not to keep it all bottled up. Whenever you are ready we are all here for you, you can stay as long as you like, alright?"

"Thank you Mrs Weasley,"

"Please dear, call me Molly,"

"Molly," The girl nods, taking the tea she is offered with a thanks.

"Now, do your parents know you're here?"

"No, I left late last night. Father and I argued and I went up stairs and packed and just kinda," she trails off

"Left in the middle of the night with no explanation," it's Ginny's voice that speaks from behind her.

"Hey Ginny," The girl grins, jumping up to hug the younger girl who happily returns it. The Weasley kid's all liked her having had her company forced on them by the twins at school.

"Hey, Fred's going to be so happy to see you," Ginny smirks, laughing when the girl blushes, eyes staring down to not look at Molly who is smiling widely.

"You need to let your parents know you are safe," Molly instructs as the two girls sit down.

"They won't care," She shrugs, Molly's motherly glare quickly shot at her "but I'll let them know," She assures

"How'd you even get here?" Ginny questions

"The knight bus,"

By the time the girls have had breakfast and caught up it's 9AM and the both Harry and Ron arrive in the kitchen, greeting the newest addition to the home with a hug and teases of Fred's excitement. By 10AM George has arrived downstairs, elated to see one of his best friends, pulling her into a tight bear hug before ruffling her hair.

George and her are sprawled out in the garden, backs in the grass, both clad in pjs, easy conversation flowing and her feeling 1000 times happier than she did that morning by 11AM

"Merlin, Georgie, we are supposed to be working on puking pastilles and you're lounging about in the garden," Fred's voice shouts, leaning out of his window, to see his twin, not yet seeing the girl who is leaning against the wall, out of his eye line.

"I'm entertaining our guest!" George quips

"Guest? Is this you weird way of saying we have to de-gnome the garden again?"

"No. But we do need to," George responds

"Hey Pumpkin," The girl calls out, shuffling to be next to George and in Fred's eye sight.

Fred's face is overtaken by a wide grin, almost instantly he's out of the window, sprinting down the stairs and hurtling into the garden.

She jogs to meet him, laughing when he lifts her into the air spins her around, her legs wrapping around his waist as she grins down at him.

"Merlin, I missed you,"

"I missed you too. A lot," She admits, hating the way her heart is hammering in her chest.

"What're you doing here?" He asks, concern over taking his features, his hands still gripping her tightly as he holds her up

"I really don't want to talk about it yet," She admits

"But you're okay?"

"I am now," She assures, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and smirking when he blushes.

"Merlin, it was two weeks not two years," George comments, breaking the moment up now he feels he's given them enough time.

Fred sighs, wishing he'd had the nerve to just kiss her like he so badly wanted to but nervous how she'd react, the though of ruining their friendship striking fear in his heart.

He places her down delicately and insists on giving her a tour of the house, Molly watches with a fond smile at the way her son can't stop grinning all day.

I ran in circles on a Monday night You had to go so you could make your flight I looked at my mom and said, "What do I do?" She said, "This look is somethin' and it's new and true"

"You seem to really like her," Molly pesters, a week and a half into her stay. She's washing the breakfast dishes as Fred dries them. She knows immediately he wants to talk about it, her son only ever helps with house work when he wants his mother's advice and is too shy to ask.

"I do," Fred confirms, watching through the window.

The group were heading to a nearby lake and she's standing in the garden with Ginny, clad in a bikini she'd borrowed from the younger girl and a pair of shorts and carrying a towel. Sunglasses pushing her hair back and laughing at something the younger girl said, the two seemingly closer by the day.

The sight of her in just a bikini had made Fred's heart stop. She had barged into the twin's bedroom in the search for suncream Ginny had leant them and Fred had struggled to put words together as George smirked watching the interaction.

"She likes you too, I can tell," Molly prompts, wondering what the problem was.

"I know, well I kinda figured. She's just complicated. None of us know why but she's an utter cynic. She doesn't believe in love, she doesn't have any interest in dating or marriage or any of that. She has is in her head every guy she lets herself like will end up hurting her," Fred explains

"That kind of thing is normally past hurt,"

"She's never been in a relationship," Fred counters

"Okay, well in that case it's highly likely it's a childhood thing,"

"You mean?"

"Her family is very traditional. She might not have grown up seeing healthy, loving relationships," Molly explains gently

"So, what do I do?"

"You prove you're different. You prove you are worth the risk," Molly explains. Fred nods, setting his tea towel down despite being no where near done with the dishes.

"Thanks mum," He grins, Molly smiles, watching her son head towards the door

"Take a shirt so your shoulders don't burn!" She calls but Fred is out the door before she can finish the sentence.

"Took your time!" Ron calls, standing up from where he, George and Harry had all been sat waiting

"Just cause some of actually help mum," Fred quips, ignoring his brothers as they all begin the 10 minute walk to the lake. George challenging Ron to a race. Ginny talking awkwardly to Harry, her crush evident.

Fred is no better than his younger sister, falling into step next to her.

"Surprised you aren't racing," She comments

"Bored of beating them," he smirks cockily "Besides, talking with a beautiful girl such as yourself is much more fun," He adds, proud when she giggles.

"You're in good shape," She comments, eyes flickering over his body, clad in only swim shorts, his toned chest and muscular arms on full show. She laughs a little when he blushes bright red. "Not so slick now are we Pumpkin?" She smirks

"Pumpkin still isn't funny," He attempts, the bright red flush still on his cheeks doing little to help his case.

He tries desperately to recover on the walk but every time he starts talking she makes a show of looking at him, eyes lingering, something she enjoys greatly, making him blush even more.

The day by the lake passes beautifully. Games of chicken, sunbathing, forcing Ron to go back and pick up sandwiches at lunch time.

It's mid afternoon, Ron and Ginny playing a game of exploding snap on the jetty over the lake, Harry reading 'Quidditch through the ages', George writing a letter to Angelina.

The pair are in the lake, Fred pushing her in when she was sunbathing earlier and jumping in after her. They'd had a race which landed them a distance away from the others.

"You won because I let you," Fred announces

"I won because I took swimming lessons until I was 11 and was on a summer swim team until I was 14," She shrugs

"What else don't I know about you?" He teases

"I speak Latin, I can play the piano and flute, this is the first school break I haven't spent nearly ever waking minute at my ballet studio and I know greek mythology like the back of my hand,"

"Why?"

"Private tutors," She shrugs, he laughs loudly, shocked he knew so little about aspects of her life.  She shivers a little

"You wanna get out?" He questions

"Quite like the water," She shrugs, he nods, opening his arms

"I'm not cuddling you in the water Fred,"

"It's that or hypothermia," He shrugs, she sighs, secretly happy, and allows him to pull her into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder as he subconsciously strokes a hand up and down her back.

"You really are full of surprises," He comments

"As are you, I've been learning an awful lot about you from your parents,"

"If it made me sound uncool it was a lie,"

"You were already uncool to me," She smirks,

"Harsh," He grins, eyes focused on the way she bites her bottom lip as she stares up at him "You look really beautiful," he comments

"So do you pumpkin," She returns.

Neither of them know what's overtaking their system as they lean in slowly, her lips just grazing his when suddenly his shoulder's are pulled down and he's held under water. Ron laughing happily when his brother pushes his way up to the surface a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck, Ron!" Fred shouts

"We need to leave or we'll be late back," The younger boy announces, swimming away before his brother can splash him.

Fred shoots her a sorry smile before they both swim back, climbing the ladder onto the pier. Fred makes sure to wait until Ron's holding his towel and wearing his t-shirt before he shoves him off the pier and back into the lake for ruining the moment.

I used to think that Romeo was full of shit And The Notebook was just my favourite chick flick But now I get why Sarah was so hard to forget It's this feeling that I'm feeling, like Nemo in a net

It's been two weeks since she arrived by the time she is ready to open up about the fight with her parents. It's only her and Fred. They sit cross legged on a sofa, the warm night breeze pushing through the open windows.

The kids had all occupied the living room, watching movies and eating snack but as the night got later one by one they'd all gone up to bed, leaving the pair who had been cuddled up way too close for just friends all night.  

"I told you Ginny had foul choice in films," Fred comments

"I quite enjoyed it," the girl shrugs in response

"You. You who has previously said 'Love is a commercial lie' enjoyed Titanic," He smirks

"I guess maybe I'm starting to accept I could have been a little wrong," She admits, refusing to look at Fred.

It was true, being with Fred all summer had made her realise that the love she felt for him wasn't just some stupid passing thing. She loved Fred Weasley. Loved him to her very core. She thinks a part of why she was finally letting herself feel the admittedly scary emotions was seeing how happy Molly and Arthur were.

"Why do you hate love?" He questions, it was a thought that had been on his mind a lot as of late.

"I guess I just never saw it before," She shrugs

"Aren't your parents married?"

"Yeah but they don't love each other. They were an arranged marriage, father had the prettiest girl and mother married into a fortune. They barely speak unless they are in public. They sleep on opposite sides of the house," She speaks and her voice is void of emotion, Fred isn't sure what to say.

"So you just assumed no one was happily married?" He questions gently, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"No. I knew love was real, it was just that it was easier to not fall in love and it the best way to stop it was to convince myself no one had it," She admits

"Why wouldn't you want to fall in love though?" He prompts, eyes fixed on her as she fiddles with the hem of the large t-shirt she's wearing.

"It would end in heart break. I have to marry whoever my parents pick. If I fall in love when I get married I live my whole life knowing what I could have had. But now, I'm halfway in love and my whole world feels, I don't know how to describe it, brighter I guess, and all that self preservation was meaningless,"

Fred feels his heart break a little. He wasn't sure if it was because she had been dealing with all this for so long or if because deep down he knew he would marry her tomorrow and he didn't doubt for a second that he wanted her forever.

"I'm so sorry," He hums out

"Not your fault. It's what we argued about, they had a suitor coming to stay for the summer. That's why I ran," She admits

"Oh, sweetheart," He sighs, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

"Would be great if you could do something repulsive so I like you less," She jokes, he laughs loudly

"Sorry, darling, but I really don't plan on letting you slip through my fingers and no matter what I'll make sure you don't have to marry some pretentious pure blood," He promises and she feels more at ease than she has in years, she knows Fred has got her, Fred'll stop at nothing to make sure she is happy.

Pumpkin, pumpkin You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la Pumpkin, pumpkin Need you to feel me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la

"Where are we going?" She questions, eyes squeezed shut as Fred tugs her hand pulling her along behind him.

"My favourite place," he responds, although she had no clue what that meant.

"Well, are we nearly there?"

"Shut up and be patient, jeez woman,"

It's a further three minutes when Fred stops, laughing when she walks right into him, eyes still closed.

"Okay, open," She can hear his smile

She opens her eyes, they're standing in front of a meadow full of wildflowers, the pink sun set making everything glow, a picnic blanket full of goodies that were clearly prepared by Molly in the centre.

"You're right. It's beautiful," She smiles brightly, turning from the view to look up at Fred who is beaming down at her.

"Not as beautiful as you," He grins cheekily

"That was awful," She smirks, his loud laughter ringing out through the meadow. She grabs his hand in hers again, pulling him along to the picnic blanket.

"So, how did you enjoy your summer?" He questions

"We have three days left," She argues

"That excited to go back to school?" He teases

"It's our last year, guess I'm just not ready for it to be over," She explains, he smiles gently

"I get that," He agrees, shooting her a smile "Don't want to fall out of touch with people," He adds. She nods. Extending her hand pointing her pinky finger at him

"I don't make pinky promises if I don't know what they are,"

"That no matter how far apart we end up, you and I are always going to have each other, always going to be friends,"

"Who knew the Slytherin was so sappy," He teases, his finger immediately wrapping around hers and squeezing.

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you," She smirks, Fred chuckles, passing her a chocolate covered strawberry.

"I can catch that in my mouth,"He speaks confidently.

20 minutes and a 30% success rate between the two of them, Fred leaps to his feet pulling her with him.

"Where are we going?"

"We are dancing,"

"There's no music,"

"I can sing if you want," He offers

"I'd rather not go deaf," She smirks, he laughs loudly

"I'm a great singer," He defends, she raises her eyebrows at him,

"Whatever you say pumpkin." she laughs when he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, we don't need music,"

He pulls her into him, arms around her waist as hers wrap around his neck, her head on his shoulder and Fred Weasley could die happy. He has no idea that she could too.

I used to think that Romeo was full of shit But when I look at you, I think this must be it, oh

It's the last night before school starts when she knocks at Fred's bedroom door. Hands shaking a little in nervousness and pacing the hallway.

It's pulled open by the boy who's brows furrow in concern at the sight of her.

"Can I come in? we need to talk,"

"George is asleep, we can talk out here," He smiles softly at her, stepping into the hallway and tugging the door closed behind him.

"You ruined me," She states

"What?" He questions, eyes wide and a sense of nervousness about him

"I had everything together. Everything was perfect, it was glass and could break any second but it as mine and it made me good, it protected me,"

"I'm confused,"

"I didn't let boys matter. It didn't matter if they laughed at my joke, if they were looking at me when I looked at them, if they thought I looked good, if they found me too bitchy or too loud or too anything. It didn't feel like if I wasn't near them I couldn't breathe,"

"If it makes you feel better I always think you look good,"

"Fred, I'm being serious,"

"So am I, darling,"

"I'm scared,"

"I won't hurt you,"

"I think that's the problem," she admits.

"I'm gonna kiss you now cause I've waited forever and you make it fucking impossible sometimes and by sometimes I mean every fucking day cause you-"

"Just kiss me pumpkin,"

"That's still not-"

His protest ends when her lips crash to his, he grins into the kiss, arms snaking around her to pull her in as her's tangle in his hair. A grunt leaving his lips and falling into hers making her smirk against him.

Everything falls into place.  

"About time," They jump apart at the sound of George's voice, leaning in the hallway

"What the fuck George?" Fred complains, although his arms stay wrapped around her, effectively holding her flush to his chest, unable to leave his grip.

"Maybe don't have private discussions in the middle of the hall if you don't want us all listening," at the sound of Ginny's voice the couple look upwards.

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione who arrived two days before are leaning over the banister on the floor above them to watch.

Fred sighs, before deciding fuck it and crashing his lips back to hers, a little less innocent, smirking when he hears fake gags and his siblings all running back to their rooms.

Pumpkin, pumpkin You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la Pumpkin, pumpkin I need you to feel me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la, oh Oh-oh, pumpkin, pumpkin Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la, ooh, ooh-ooh

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