#And Harry will answer

[ladyhallen]

Is the fact that the Wall melted going to draw any attention from the South? And is Harry summoning all the dragon eggs before or after Danny is gifted some as a wedding present to Kahl Drogo?

Breaking News, Ned Stark says wall is melting! He's obviously joking!

People who know Ned Stark and his absolute LACK of humor on shit like this: panicked side-eye.

Robert is like: should we send someone to check? Ey, Varys, wtf?

Varys, sweating, because it is ridiculously hard to keep spies in the North: well, he's obviously joking, I've heard nothing.

Jon Arryn, who knows Ned Can Joke, but not For This: ...yeah, no. Let's check that shit out.

Robert, with a good idea for the first time in a while: Lets send Stannis, he cant make a joke to save his life.

Jon Arryn: U know what, Imma go with him.

...

And yea, Harry removes the dragons before it can even be an option as a gift. But like, imagine if its being present to Daenarys and it just disappears the next day.

Man, those poor servants...

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Ok so I’ve had this question for a while and I feel like you’ll be able to give me a good answer. I understand that we’re absolutely not supposed to support anything JKR does monetarily and I never intend to do so. However is engaging with Harry Potter media *at all* also something I should not do or is it only things that give her money?

Like, would there be anything wrong with me playing Hogwarts Legacy if I pirated it? Is fanfiction and fan art ok to consume? Or is engaging with the IP at all going to be harmful in a way that I don’t see atm?

Thank you for your time!

I don't really think a cis person is the right person to ask about this, but I also know that trans people are sick to death of having to field these questions so I'll do my best to answer this, if everyone who reads my answer will promise me that you will NOT use anything I say in this post as an annoying argument against a trans person who has a different opinion on the matter. Remember whose opinions are actually important here.

And look, number one, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Nobody can stop you. If you, in yourself, in your soul, feel morally comfortable consuming Harry Potter by some convoluted method of Ethical Consumption™, then go and do that, and own it, and have the strength to be judged for your decisions.

Trans people might not trust you - hell, I'll probably not trust you either. They might get angry at you, and criticize you, or roll their eyes and call you a fucking loser. If you have the moral conviction that what you are doing is right, and that you are acting in accordance with your beliefs and you are not doing harm, then stand by that conviction and face the consequences. Have that strength of character.

But if you feel the need to go around posting and arguing that it's unfair, that you shouldn't be judged, that you should get to be a special exception and people are unreasonable when they get mad at you... then that is evidence, proof positive, that you are a fucking loser. That you are cowardly, and you don't actually believe that what you are doing is right, you just want the world to affirm your fragile ego while you enjoy your little treats.

To be clear, I am not accusing you of doing this (you seem to just earnestly be asking for guidance), but there's a hell of a lot of people who do do this, and you don't want to be one of them.

So that's number one. Do whatever the fuck you want, and face the consequences with a spine.

Number two is... just fucking drop it. That is my earnest advice to you. Just fucking drop Harry Potter. They are children's books from the early 2000s, they just are not that fucking good or important. The Hogwarts Legacy game is live service slop; the movies are passable at best and their quality comes from the actors being better than the source material. Just drop it. Harry Potter has nothing to offer that you can't get elsewhere from better media with better authors, or problematic authors who have good grace to at least be dead.

Don't waste your life thinking about complicated ways to circumvent the moral problem of JK Rowling's rancid transphobic hate-aura at the center of the franchise, don't waste your finite time on Earth trying to thread that stupid needle. Harry Potter isn't worth this. Rowling is old, and shriveling from hate and mold fumes, at the very least just wait for her to fucking die, and for her political project to fail, before you pick that world back up again.

I speak as someone who read the first book at age 11, hyperfixated on relating to Harry, and whose entire cultural life was consumed by the franchise for over a decade. It is not worth it. You don't need it, you don't need the stress of trying to navigate how or whether to engage with it ethically. You almost certainly have an enormous backlog of other books, games, movies and TV shows you've been meaning to get around to, so just go do that instead. I promise you it will be infinitely more rewarding, and infinitely less compromised by stress and guilt and cognitive dissonance.

And while you're at it, send some money to a trans charity and go scream invectives at a transphobic politician some time.

[batboyblog]

Among the other things that seem to pop out of nowhere, I hear that Harris is apparently "very pro-cop" as a reason why we shouldn't vote for her. I would like some clarification about that and also maybe reasons why we should be voting for her, just for the naysayers.

The Kamala cop thing comes from her jobs as San Francisco District Attorney and California Attorney General, and the fact that Kamala and Cop have a kind of ring to them.

the fact that Harris had worked on enforcing the law was used against her in the height of "Defund the Police" but ultimately was pretty unfair, just quickly I found an article from a public defender about Harris progressive record to be short as both DA and AG she fought to scale back incarceration, she refused to seek the death penalty, she wouldn't prosecute marijuana possession cases (back in 2004), as DA along with then Mayor of San Fran Gavin Newsom she took part in the city's short lived gay marriage moment in 2004

here she is in 2004 marrying a nice Lesbian couple, over 10 years before gay marriage would be legal nation wide and 8 years before President Obama announced her supported it.

Harris put a particular stress on prosecuting sex criminals, rapists and human traffickers, and well

"She Prosecuted Sex Predators, He is One"

thats the answer, every time.

[3d-wifey]

can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: You and Remus are quite competitive, always going head-to-head in your classes. It’s commonplace to compete for the highest marks. What isn’t commonplace is the sabotage in the form of Remus’s wandering hands.  

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires. 

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard. 

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to." 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?” 

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.” 

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide." 

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.” 

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.” 

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum. 

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

[ultravioletbrit]

“celebrate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 432 words

“James?” Regulus asks nervously.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you… would you… I wanted…” Regulus fumbles over his words.

“Reg?” James puts his hand on Regulus’ bouncing knee and Regulus takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if maybe… if you wanted to do something… special on Friday?” Regulus forces the question out, trying not to sound as stupid as he feels.

“Oh…err… sure, if you want.” James looks a little confused. “Any particular reason you want to do something Friday?” James asks, and now Regulus feels really stupid.

This is Regulus’ longest relationship. He’s never made it to six months, and he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe six months isn’t as important as he thought. But it feels important to Regulus, and he just wanted to do a nice dinner or something. But now he feels stupid for even bringing it up.

“Err… no… erm…” Regulus shakes his head and stands up from the couch. “Never mind.” He mumbles and starts to walk away.

James catches his wrist and pulls him back down beside him.

“Hey, no. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you wanted to do something Friday?” James asks again.

“No. It’s stupid. Never mind.” Regulus tries to stand up again but of course, James doesn’t let him get far, pulling him even closer this time.

“We can definitely do something Friday.” James tells him, rubbing circles on the back of Regulus’ hands. “For our anniversary, right?” James asks.

Regulus shrugs pathetically, looking down at his lap. James lifts a hand to Regulus’ chin and tilts his head up.

“I was only curious if there was a reason you wanted to celebrate on Friday, that’s all.” James says sweetly.

“Erm… because it’s our anniversary?” Regulus says, confused because didn’t they just establish that?

“Our anniversary’s on Saturday.” James says simply.

“No. It’s Friday.” Regulus corrects him.

“No. It’s Saturday.” James says with a little chuckle.

“James, you asked me out on the 8th.” Regulus tells him.

“Yeah… but you didn’t say ‘yes’ until the 9th.”

“I… oh.” Is all Regulus can manage to say.

“Now,” James says and pulls Regulus onto his lap. “I have some surprises planned for Saturday, but we can absolutely celebrate on Friday also.”

“No. That’s stupid.” Regulus mumbles as he buries himself in James’ chest, hiding his face that is probably several shades of red.

“Nope. We’re doing it!” James says excitedly. “And I’m disappointed with myself that I didn’t think of it first. So…” James starts talking about what they should do on Friday and Regulus feels so stupidly happy as he cuddles impossibly closer to James.

[xdemonicheartx]

To my fellow American Citizens

The answer to despair is action!

Please read:

Reblogs help reach more people, if you cannot help for whatever reason you can still reblog and that makes all the difference!

Image transcript:

YOU CAN CONTACT THE WHITE HOUSE DIRECTLY:

Go to this website https://t.co/nhEejuzfG3

Submit directly to the president

Click the first option, select your reasoning as election security

State these pieces of information in a paragraph:

32 fake Bomb Threats were called into democratic leading poll places, rendering polls to be closed for at least an hour

A lot of people reporting their ballots weren't counted for various reasons that are not very sound seeming. (Signature invalidation, information that vote counter could not have had)

This all occurred in swing states. (PA, Nevada, Georgia, ETC.)

This is all too coincidental that these things happen and swing in his favor after months of hinting of foul play.

Directly state that an investigation for tampering/interference/fraud is required, not just a recount.

[irenespring]

Today I would like to shout out that one random Twitter person who made up that JD Vance bragged about fucking a couch.

Imagine making a random shitpost and less than two months later your joke is being used by a major party nominee for Vice President on live television at his introduction rally, earning him thunderous applause.

That poster must be having quite the experience.

[gogogodzilla]

Helloo, i love how u write and this is my first time requesting so i hope u don't mind.

What abt reader giving harry head after a stressful day at quidditch? I imagine it like he whimpers and sorts.

Thank you!! <33

All to You || Harry Potter

harry james potter x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, facefucking, oral sex, gagging, both harry & reader are of age, slight dirty talk note: thank you for the request anon, and thank you everyone for 2k followers!!!!! <3 ✩ masterlist ✩

The roar of the crowd rivals the crack of thunder and the wind that howls throughout the quidditch stadium. Rain trickles down your forehead and you crane your head to catch a glance of your favorite scarlet uniform flying in slow, calculated circles high above the rest of the players. 

Tension crackles through the air as the match progresses, with each team trying desperately to get ahead. The bludgers seemed even more aggressive than usual, which, combined with the pounding rain and lower visibility, leads to some close calls that had your heart skipping a beat. 

There’s a shift in the air as Harry goes into a steep dive. The crowd erupts into cheers and gasps, and time seems to slow as he rapidly nears the ground. Milliseconds pass, and he reaches out a hand, ready to close around the golden snitch. You hardly have enough time to utter the first syllables of a warning before a bludger comes sailing through the air and into his side. You can’t tear your gaze away as he spins out of control, struggling to regain his balance. 

He reaches the ground hard, and you cringe as he rolls across the pitch. The Slytherin seeker seizes the opportunity and catches the snitch in their grasp. The other side of the stadium is a cacophony of cheers as silver and green banners sail through the air. A wave of dejection rolls across the Gryffindor section, and you sink into your seat. 

Slowly, the stadium clears as the Slytherin teams and their supporters celebrate their win. Mud squelches under your boots as you make your way across the pitch. Harry stands slightly away from the rest of his team, his broom clutched tightly in his hand. 

You call his name softly as you approach. He doesn’t look up as you take his hand in yours. 

“Sorry you had to see that,” he says after a moment. 

Your gaze softens as you look at him and lightly squeeze his hand. “Let’s get out of the rain,” you murmur, gently tugging him toward the locker rooms. 

As you enter, you wave your wand, drying your clothes as you walk toward his locker. It does little to ease the chill that seeps into your bones, and a shiver runs down your spine. Harry quickly pulls his uniform top over his head and digs around his locker for his clothes. The sight causes a different kind of shiver to course through you. 

You lean against the locker beside his, pressing your back against the cool metal. “Are you doing okay? That was some hit you took,” you question as your gaze drags down his abdomen. 

He glances in your direction, and a grin spreads across his features as he notices what’s drawn your attention. He raises a brow as your eyes meet his, and you purse your lips.

“Wanna make it feel better?” he teases as he pulls a sweater over his head. 

You step forward and wrap your hands around his waist, spinning him to face you. Your hands dip under his sweater and splay across his torso. He tenses under your touch, hissing softly as your fingers graze against his injured side. 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, and his breath shudders for a moment before he nods. Slowly, you use one hand to push up his sweater, taking in the blooming bruise against his ribcage. 

You sink to your knees and drag your lips across the exposed skin on his stomach. Your free hand wanders across his thigh as you trail kisses down his abdomen. You trace your tongue just above his hips, pressing sloppy kisses against the skin just above his waistband. 

You rest your cheek against his hip as your hands wander across the growing tent in his pants. Harry’s breath quickens as you pop the button on his pants and slowly, agonizingly tug his zipper down. 

You dip a hand into the waistband of his briefs and release his cock from its confines. You wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a few tentative strokes. You’re practically drooling at the sight, and Harry whimpers as you twist your wrist with each pass over his length. 

You look up at him as you bring your lips to his cock, pressing featherlight kisses along his shaft. You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the leaking head of his cock. Harry bites his lip, stifling a groan as he leans his head back. 

He reaches down and gently tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, guiding you as you begin bobbing your head. You steadily take more and more of him while your hand strokes what you can’t reach with your tongue. 

Harry moans and whimpers out honey sweet praises as you have him at your mercy. You rest your palms against the back of his thighs, beckoning him closer. He’s quick to indulge you as he matches the bobs of your head with a quick thrust of his hips. The head of his cock reaches the back of your throat and you gag around him. Harry pulls back just long enough for you to catch your breath before he’s urging his cock down your throat once more. 

It brings tears to your eyes, and Harry cups your face, wiping your cheek as he does. 

“Doing so good for me, love,” he praises, his voice breathy and strained. “So — fuck, so fucking good.” 

With a few quick thrusts of his hips, he’s cumming with a strangled groan. He releases his hold on you as his orgasm washes over him, and you bob your head around him, milking him for every last drop. 

Whimpers escape Harry as the feeling of your lips around him becomes too much for him to bear, and he gently tugs you off of him. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear before pulling you up and capturing your lips in a kiss. 

You pull away, “Feel better?” 

“Much better,” he replies, grinning. 

[lady-raziel]

because there is nothing to lose the people saying biden should resign now so kamala can still be the first female president are absolutely right but why stop there? inauguration day is 70 days away let's make "president for a day" a real thing. say "fuck it we ARE going to do the arbitrary quota DEI bullshit you accuse us of" and speedrun first [category] presidents. revolving door type thing.

first female president. first openly gay president. first transgender president. first president who has been to space. first president gamer president. first mime president. just play president bingo and hit as many categories as possible while we still can. make all of trump's #47 merch unusable by forcing him to be the 115th president instead. who cares anymore let's peacefully transition power but do it in the most chaotic hot-potato way possible

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[agirlsguidetolove]

I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: ^^

You feel safe. Your head rests in Theo’s lap, staring up at his handsome face as he reads, a hand massaging your scalp unconsciously.

Your gaze wanders down his arms, pursing your lips when you notice the veins that flow down his arms into his hands, watching as his huge hands delicately flip a page.

It’s hard to suppress a giggle, and you don’t, thinking about your man, mister mean Theodore Nott being gentle with a book, but nearly as gentle as he is with you.

It’s seductive, his loveliness, his kindness, his softness, but so is the way he looks down at you, eyes curious as he silently asks what your giggling about. You shrug up at him, but his hand leaves your hair and you from, sitting up from your spot on his bed, and turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“What’s up, babe?” you ask, watching as he crinkles the corner of his book page to mark where he left off. You cringe. Maybe he’s not the gentlest.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he starts, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips, you pull away, he chases after your lips, muttering, “Quidditch.”

You roll your eyes, pulling away from his second kiss. You had already forgotten about his quidditch practice even though he was already in his practice jersey.

You groan, throwing yourself into his pillows. “Why, Lord, why must you do this to me?” you yell into his pillow. You can hear him chuckle.

“I’ll be back soon, hun,” he assures, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Two hours at most.”

“Two hours,” you groan again, letting your head fall into his chest. You can feel his abs underneath his thin shirt. Your mouth waters.

He pats your hair, smoothing it down before slowly backing away, off his bed. “I know,” he groans. He stands up, eyes never leaving you as he backs to his door. “I’ll be as fast as I can. Okay, sweetheart?”

“You better be.” You hum, watching him slip out the door.

The next hour is the most boring hour of your life. You mindlessly looked through Theo’s book that he left on his bed, reading his beautiful annotation, but he’s a quiet guy, his annotation are drawn down to simple cursive words with vocab you can hardly understand.

Boredom brings you back to your dorm, lying in bed, listening to Pansy draw onto her hopeless crush on Luna Lovegood. It’s entertaining, much more entertaining then sitting around and doing nothing. It’s when she leaves it get boring again, and you find your way back to Theo’s dorm.

Without a second though, you shove the door open, welcoming yourself inside.

You flush when your eyes land on Theo, his back to you, bent slightly as he stared down at his bed, completely bare from the waist up.

“Shit,” you say under your breath, hopelessly staring at your boyfriends back, unable to move.

He’s toned, the muscles in his back stare at you and you can see triceps flex at you as he holds his jersey. His veins are more prominent in his arms as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair. He’s glistening like a greek god.

“You’re shirtless,” you breathe, still standing in the doorway of his dorm. The words come out as an exclaim, and you’re embarrassed and incredibly flustered.

He turns around and your greeted with Theodore’s abs. Your mouth gapes, and you can feel your own drool forming in your mouth. You feel hot all over.

Theo smiles at the sight of you, his green quidditch jersey still in his hand, the silky material practically melts in his big hands and all of a sudden it’s hard to look away, but you manage, meeting his eyes.

“Hey, honey,” he smiles, walking up to you and grabbing you by your forearms to pull you inside his dorm and close the door. He stays close, his body heat radiating off him as you try to look him in the eyes and settle your uneven breaths.

“I didn’t know where you went,” he chuckles, looking down at you with a loving expression in his eyes. “I was beginning to get worried.”

“Worried?” you choke out, still frazzled. “Why would you be worried?”

Theo hums, pulling you as he walks backwards to his bed. He sits, pulling you between his legs so he can look up at you, his hands resting on you hips. He leans forward and kisses your belly. You can see the muscles of his back. Fuck, he was hot.

“Didn’t know where my girl was,” he shrugged, resting his chin on your belly and gazing up at you. He smiles, leaning back to fully look at you.

“I’m here,” you mutter, anxiously nibbling on your lip.

It’s so, so hard to breath. Your hands drift to his abs, feeling them tense beneath your touch. They drift downwards, until you can see the label of his boxers where they peak out under his pants. You take your hands away, Theo groans.

“And I’m so glad,” he pants. “But why don’t you come a little close?”

You yelp when he pulls you onto the bed, pushing you underneath him so he was towering over you. Under him, you can see the sharp curve of his jawline and his sweaty muscles just before he plops down on you, bearing his head in your chest and leaving little kisses. He sighs into your skin. “That’s better.”

again, not proofread i’m lazy and imperfect but here you go! hope you like it @annaisabookworm! 🧸🫶🫀

[shortiepinocco]

The Liam you know in 1D

The Liam some of you know during covid:

The Liam little of you know right before his passing:

Now look to the sky and ask yourself,

does he ever change since the first time you know him?

[classica-meretrix]

Hiii! I saw that your requests where open and I was wondering if you could do Charlie Weasley x reader? The reader works at Hogwarts as the Astronomy teacher and Harry, Ron, and Hermione take the readers class and the reader is their favorite teacher because they’re non biased to house’s, and they make the class fun and not boring. One day Charlie goes to Hogwarts to visit his partner and to help with her lesson on how the the night sky and stars help him with his job with the dragons and Ron is all kinds of shocked that his brother is there, and Malfoy says something to Hermione that offends her and the reader gives him a look and he actually apologizes and that shocks the trio (the reader is like Draco’s aunt or something) then after class Ron goes to talk to his brother and finds his brother and teacher kissing cause they’ve been dating for a while and that just blows Ron’s mind?

Also I love your work! Thank you sooo much for your time >>>💗

thank you so much for the request, love! I hope you like it ❣

Draco, the Dragon Wrym?

pairing: charlie weasley x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of y/n and l/n, reader is said to be draco's aunt and its alluded to be on narcissa's side but not explicitly stated summary: reader works at hogwarts, and quickly became one of the golden trio's favorite teachers! but after a guest speaker drops in, ron makes a shocking discovery

Harry hurried down the hallway, quickly trailed by Ron and Hermione.

"We're going to be late!" Hermione cried as she rushed past the boys.

"No later than me," I laughed, coming up behind them. The three spun around, shocked.

"Miss. L/N!" Hermione gasped. I—What are you doing?"

"Running late," I answered, calmly walking beside them despite my statement. They were all first years, but I knew them well enough by now. Harry, well that was obvious. Ron, I had gone to school with his siblings—and happened to be a little closer with one of his brothers—and knew him mostly by name and stories. Hermione, I had heard about from the other teachers about her young brilliance.

I, however, was surely a mystery to them. We had seen each other in the dining hall and corridors, but the first years hadn't had an astronomy class yet, as it was still the first few weeks of term.

"Aren't you worried about not being on time?" Harry asked, his nose scrunched in confusion.

"No, not particularly," I said with a smirk, ducking behind a tapestry.

There was a beat of silence as I walked through the dark hall before a stampede of tiny feet came running after me.

"I know a shortcut," I continued. They all stared at me in shock, following me up a thin set of stairs.

"Why are you showing us a secret corridor?" Hermione questioned. "Isn't that forbidden?"

"Not explicitly. Besides—" I turned to Ron. "—I know your brothers well enough to know they've probably found this already, and it's just a matter of time before they share it with you."

Ron nodded, clearly not surprised by my assessment of the twins. I led them out of the hallway and held open the wooden door to the astronomy tower. "After you three."

The class was already buzzing, ambling back and forth talking to friends, or leaning over the rails to look out at the darkened grounds. With the arrival of the three students the class fell silent, eyes landing on them, then myself.

"Hello!" I greeted, earning a tired murmur from the group. "I know, it's late, and I'm sure you all want to go to bed just as much as I do, but there's work to be done. I'm Miss. L/N, I'll be your astronomy teacher for this term, and hopefully many more."

The class had started to gather in a loose semi-circle, awaiting their first order. A few of the Slytherins rubbed their eyes, joined with a couple Gryffindor yawns.

"For your first class you shouldn't have your telescopes, but it's such a beautiful night, I think we can break a few rules. I won't tell you if you don't."

That earned a sleepy laugh from the group as they bustled to unpack their telescopes. Hermione exchanged a worried glance with a fellow classmate at the premise of going off the lesson plan.

"Miss. L/N," Draco called in a sickly-sweet voice.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" I asked.

"Can you set up my telescope for me?" He gave me his best attempt at puppy dog eyes, surely on the verge of playing the nephew card.

"I've shown you how to do this twenty times. We both know you can manage just fine."

Ron was close by and issued a low 'oooooo' to Harry, seemingly taking great pleasure in Draco receiving push back from a teacher.

"Mother said I was doing it wrong," he pouted.

"And your mother failed astronomy. Don't listen to her."

He let out a short laugh before quickly silencing himself as if he'd just remembered it wasn't polite to mock your mother.

Instead, he let out another huff. "Fine, I guess I'll do it myself. And I thought having an aunt as a teacher would be cool."

"Aunt?" I heard Ron gasp as I went to help Neville, who was somehow tangled in the legs of his telescope.

The next few weeks passed as normal, and I saw a significant amount more of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Almost the entire class came to the tower oddly energized for the lesson, but these three specifically seemed eager to learn.

As the students filed out one night I heard Ron mutter to Harry, "I wish she was my aunt."

I only laughed to myself, thinking of the hastily written letter that had arrived this morning:

Love, I've got a leave from work next week, and I'd like to see you while I'm off. Besides, it'd be good to see how Ron is settling in at school. Also, there's this dragon that's recently come in that reminds me of you. I know that's probably absurd to say, but something about how she looks at problems. You can see the gears turning. She's impossibly smart too. Just like you, love. Anyway, got to run. Dragons that need tending! See you soon. Yours forever, Charlie

I blushed as the sweet words before quickly writing a reply, offering for him to help with a class while he was here. He had just been going on about the effects of the stars on his scaley friends, and I figured it would make for a fun class topic.

"Finally!" I called as Charlie landed. "We're going to have to hurry, you're late."

He tucked his broom away before wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. "Hello to you too, love."

I led him through the corridors by the hand, hurrying to get to class on time. "They have no idea you're coming. I'd hate for their first impression to be you bumbling in ten minutes late."

"It's fine! Besides, Ron would it expect it of me."

I playfully rolled my eyes, throwing open the door as we rushed up the stairs.

"Hello class!" I announced, slightly winded. "We have a special guest today! Please welcome a longtime friend of mine, Charlie Weasley!" Ron's eyes widened as Charlie appeared behind me, waving to the class.

"Charlie?" he blurted before hurriedly covering his mouth.

"The only and only," he answered with a smirk. "It's nice to meet you all! As Y/N—I mean, Miss. L/N said, I'm Charlie. I work with dragons is Romania."

Excited gasps went up across the group, everyone sharing gleeful looks with their friends.

"Yes, yes. Dragons," I said. "And that will the focus of today's lesson. Dragons, much like ourselves, are affected by the changing patterns of the stars and planets." I pointed to the star map behind me. "This constellation is called 'Draco'. I'm sure you can all guess what that means?"

Hermoine's hand shot in the air.

"Hermione?"

"Draco, Latin for dragon."

"Very good. Ten points for Gryffindor. The Draco constellation is found in the north, looping between the two dippers. It is displayed as a regal dragon."

Draco leaned towards one of his friends. "Hear that, regal."

"But his position among the stars was a punishment in Greek mythology," I continued, making Draco lose his former smugness.

"Can anyone tell me who defeated him?"

The group stayed silent, causing Draco's smirk to reappear as he leaned towards Hermione. "Quiet now, know-it-all?" he sneered. She furrowed her brows, quickly looking down at the floor.

"Draco," I scolded. "Apologize."

He looked at me offended. "Apologize? I'm not apologizing for stating a fact."

"Draco," I repeated, my tone harsh.

"Fine. I'm sorry," he spat.

"Like you mean it."

The class erupted into soft giggles as Draco glared at me.

"I'm sorry," he repeated through his teeth, but at least he was looking at her this time, and his tone lacked the usual sass.

"Anyway," I began, "Athena beat Draco, and banished him to the heavens. Now, he is seen in the northern sky. I'd like you all to set up your telescopes now."

The group began unpacking their bags as I turned back to Charlie.

"Not bad," he said with a smirk, crossing his arm over his chest. "You're making me wish I paid attention in astronomy."

"You should have," I chided, nudging his arm.

Ron came running up us as soon as his telescope was assembled, bumping into Charlie.

"I didn't know you were going to be here! When did you get here? How long are you staying? Does Mom know? Do Fred and Geor—"

"One at a time," Charlie laughed, embracing his brother. "I'm here for the week. It was a surprise. Why don't you go back to your friends and we can catch up tomorrow?"

"Okay!" Ron furiously nodded, scampering back to his station. The rest of class went smoothly, no more snide comments at the very least, and after our talk about the constellation, Charlie went on to tell the class about how the stars and their alignment effected dragons, and stories of their captive dragons' side effects.

Charlie said goodnight at the classroom door, deciding to walk his brother back to his dorm.

The next day I was having tea in my study when Charlie came bustling through the door with a wide grin on his smile.

"I've got something to show you," he announced."

I sat down my book, turning my chair towards him. "Go ahead."

He produced a small leather pouch from his pocket, something squirming and squeaking inside. Charlie dumped the contents into his palm and out tumbled a... green worm?

"What is that?" I asked, walking around the table to get a better look.

"Eastern Spitter Wyrm," he said proudly.

It was maybe four inch long and solid green except for the bronze spines that ran up it's back. It wiggled in his palm until it had balanced again, then began inspecting it's surroundings.

"This is little guy is about two years old, and normally much bigger, I just charmed him to bring him along. I figured he'd be fun to have in the next class, a tiny representation of Draco–who by the way, due to his lack of legs and wings isn't a dragon, but a wyrm."

I laughed at his nerdiness, kissing his cheek. "He's perfect. I'm sure the second years will love him, but I think it'd be best to keep him out of Fred and George's class."

Charlie nodded, sliding the wyrm back into his carrying pouch. "So, what are you up?"

"Reading," I answered, perching on the edge of my desk. He came to stand in front of me, gently stroking my cheek. "But I'm up for a distraction," I teased.

"You must've read my mind," he hummed, bringing his lips to mine.

He softly cupped my face in his hands as he kissed me, his lips moving in sync with mine. He had just slipped his tongue into my mouth when Ron came bursting through the study door.

"Blimey!" he yelled, causing us to spring apart. "You—You two—You were just—Kissing!" He frantically pointed between the two of us as I turned a deep shade of scarlet and Charlie nervously rubbed his neck, eyes glued to the floor.

"Did you need something?" I asked as delicately I could, trying to keep some semblance of professionalism.

"Kissing!" he repeated, still yelling.

"Would you stop that?" Charlie asked, hurrying over to shut the door behind his brother.

"Wait till I tell Harry," Ron mumbled to himself, still wide eyed. "My brother's dating the coolest teacher in Hogwarts."

I couldn't help but laugh, Charlie joining shortly.

"I'm flattered," I managed, collecting myself again.

"Favorite teacher?" Charlie asked with a smirk. "Can't say I'm surprised, quite sprung on her myself."

A smile spread on Ron's face, but he still looked as if he was struggling to process the new information, which he probably was.

"Come, Ron," I urged. "Why don't you join us for tea?"

"Alright," he said gleefully, bumbling over to desk.

[uncharted-constellations]

I... Cannot stop

[batboyblog]

My heart felt like it dropped to my stomach when I saw the news of Biden dropping out. I’m voting for Kamala of course, but I’m just so anxious about what could be the effects of this, and my anxiety disorder is not helping things. Do you think we’ll be able to win still?

Yes.

longer answer, Yes, we always have a chance to win, who Donald Trump is hasn't changed, in weeks of hellish coverage for Biden Trump stayed stuck at about 46% in the polls, the same amount he won in 2016 and 2020 (46.1% and 46.8% respectively) The media and a small group of dems weren't ever gonna give up on trying to push Biden out they were never gonna let him reset thats why he quit, now that we've ended this cycle we have a chance to force focus onto Trump and unite all the people who hate him, which is a majority of Americans, we just need them all to vote for the same person and not fuck it up like 2016 where just enough people voted for 3rd parties to bone it all up for everyone

if you're stressed, I'd say give Kamala a dollar, the media narrative will be driven in the coming days by fundraising strength (sad, but true) out the gate, she's raised over 5 million in an hour or so, what's more again, everyone, sign up to Volunteer now more than ever, everyone need to get out and do what they can, if we all pull in the same direction we can do it.

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SHANA!!!! IT IS 6 AM AND DRUNKELY TRYING TO PUT A SENTENCE TOGETHER 😭 I NEED PERCY AND TONKS AND THEN EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT 💖💖💖

Dolores Umbridge is a lot of things, but she isn't careless.

Percy's life would be a lot easier if she was.

"What's wrong?" Tonks asks as he paces the length of their living room.

"What makes you think anything's wrong?" he returns, although it's mostly rhetorical. His hair is probably a mess considering he's been running his hands through it and his job doesn't normally reduce him to pacing.

She shifts, blocking his path so he has no choice but to stop in front of her. Or go around her, and he hasn't been quite pushed to that point yet. She reaches up and smooths his hair back from his face into something close to how he usually styles it. "You're home before me. What's going on?"

He has a lot of opinions on the distribution of government secrets, none of which apply to Tonks. She's smart, she's loyal, and she would never betray him. Plus, technically, her clearance is higher than his anyway. He's never been legally allowed to know most of what he does. "Fudge is sick of the bad press and blaming Dumbledore so he's going to shoehorn in one of his people for the defense position."

She frowns. "Not anyone from our department then."

No, although an auror would make the most sense. But Kingsley has always been Amelia's and frankly Fudge wouldn't risk giving the position to any of her reports, direct or not. "I'm considering recommending Dolores."

"Implementing some new child hating policies?" she asks.

He rolls his eyes. "I can't outmaneuver her while she's here. She's got Fudge's ear and half the ministry is in her pockets. I'm trying to be careful about this, but she keeps getting in my way. She hasn't stayed in power this long by being sloppy, unfortunately. But if she's busy playing government stooge at Hogwarts-"

"Then you have some breathing room," Tonks finishes. "Well, it's not like the kids haven't been taught by worse. Man, some of the defense professors I had - at least the past few years' worth have sort of known what they were doing."

True, although unfortunately two of the better ones had been either possessed by Voldemort or working for him. It's too bad they can't get Lupin in there permanently, but even if they could get him past Fudge and the board a second time, he won't even consider it until Voldemort is dead for good. Something to consider for a later time, perhaps.

"She's going to give them hell," he says. He's talking about all the students, but he's specifically thinking of his brothers and Harry and Hermione and all their friends. Especially Harry. Dolores already hates him and Harry has the self preservation instincts of a phoenix.

Tonks grabs the front of his shirt and tugs him close enough to kiss. She's taller than usual and he tilts his head back, feeling some of the tension drain out of him as she digs her thumbs into his hips. "Better make it worth it, then."

He will.