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lonely-eli · 6 months ago

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Trippin' On Hallucinogenics - Chapter 6

“Bartemius!” his mother cried when she saw him, she went to hug him almost immediately. His father stood a little behind his mother.

“Bye, Barty,” Pandora said from behind him. He waved bye to her and Evan, who was already playing with his wand before it was snatched away by his father, who glared at Barty’s mother and father.

“I missed you,” his mother mumbled in his hair. Barty smiled.

“Missed you too, mother,” Barty replied smoothly, the words almost sounded robotic in his mouth. He had missed his mother, but he hadn’t missed home, and him.

“Why did they choose to have the Express in a place with muggles alludes me,” his father muttered beneath his breath as they were leaving the station. He hadn’t said a word to Barty, which was the first hint that something was wrong. He hadn’t even berated Barty for growing out his hair, despite the fact that Barty had no idea where he would get it cut. He hadn’t gotten mad at Barty for his muggle clothes, and didn’t say anything about him speaking to the Rosiers.

Filthy.

“Well done at getting Ravenclaw,” his father said to him while they were in the car.

I wanted Slytherin.

Barty nodded, “Thank you.”

“Sir,” his father corrected. Barty grit his teeth.

“Thank you, sir.”

They didn’t say a word the rest of the ride, just stared at each other while his mother continued to fuss over Barty.

By the time that they got home, Barty was on edge, just waiting to know what his father was going to say when they were alone. And like clockwork, his father stopped him when they entered the house.

“What did I say about Rosiers?” his father hissed.

“I— don’t know what you’re talking about,” Barty answered, as honest as he could make it. His father raised his hand, but like always didn’t bring it down. Barty still flinched though, then berated himself for it.

He was some pitiful house elf, punishing himself for doing nothing wrong.

“They’re dark wizards,” Bartemius Sr. added, he grabbed his wand and waved it at Barty, “Maybe you’re one as well.”

Barty looked to his mother for help, but she just looked away. Then he glared at his father, who answered it with, “Are you giving me attitude?”

“No sir—” Barty spat, more angry than he was wanting too. But he didn’t get another word out as his body locked up. He fell to the ground and writhed with his arms and legs locked together. His father looked down at him coldly.

“Never raise your voice at me,” he snapped. Barty grunted, his lips glued.

He stared at his mother who stared back, panicked. She looked like she was going to say something then stopped, her hand halfway to Bartemius Sr.’s shoulder.

“You’re grounded, Bartemius,” his father finished, “Come on, dear.”

Barty tried to call out, but it was muffled. His father and mother stepped over him and continued onwards, deeper into the house.

This is what you deserve, whispered Barty’s mind, You knew not to associate with those wizards.

They’re my friends, whispered another part, They wouldn’t leave me on the ground.

I deserve to starve, here on the ground.

They’d wonder where I was.

Barty watched the sun set outside the window, he watched his mother and father continuously step over him, not even sparing him a glance.

The sunset and the sun rose.

I’m hungry.

Let me go.

Asshole.

Filthy.

You deserve this.

Die now.

In the morning, Barty’s father bent over him and whispered the counter-curse. Barty felt his limbs unlock themselves, and he took in a gasp of air.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Bartemius asked.

“Yes sir,” Barty responded, stomach grumbling.

“Then leave my sight.”

Barty scrambled away to the kitchen and dug into whatever the house elves could prepare for him.

“What’s wrong, young master Crouch?” asked the same house elf who had woken him up. Barty paused to look at her then looked away.

“Nothing,” he said, leaving the kitchen.

His father was prowling the halls, so Barty quickly ran to his room. He stayed there the rest of the day till his mother came knocking on his door, “Bartemius? Dinner is ready.”

Barty followed her downstairs silently until they reached the dining room, where his father was already sitting. His father glanced at Barty, then didn’t address him for the rest of the night, instead he simply told Barty’s mother about his recent escapades with Dark Wizards. He glanced at Barty whenever he mentioned the Rosier’s, as if to drive in a point.

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Christmas morning, Barty was awoken to an owl tapping on his window. He opened the window and let the owl in. It flew to his lap and dropped two letters and a {insert size of package based on present} package in it, then flew back out the window and away.

Barty yawned and picked the letter up, eyes widening as he saw the words “Evan Rosier” written on the first letter then “Panda” on the next. Barty opened them carefully and took out Evan’s letter.

It was one word.

Dear Barty,

Bitch

- Evan

Pandora’s was much longer.

Dear Barty,

I hope your mother is well. They didn’t seem too happy when we said goodbye to you on the train. I miss you, I know that it’s only been one day, but it’s been fun at Hogwarts together hasn’t it…

She went on to rant about Xenophilius Lovegood and how she couldn’t wait to see Barty again, the letter ended with her hoping that he enjoyed the gloves.

Barty set the letters aside and ripped open the package. Inside was a book and a pair of fingerless gloves. They were knitted blue and black. Barty slipped them on and then grabbed the book that was titled “Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed”, he opened the book and on the front page was another note from Evan.

Dear Barty,

You’ve been hexed.

- Evan

Barty fell back on the bed, clutching the gift to his chest, and feeling warmth pool in his stomach. Then the house elf entered his room with a crack.

“Master Crouch, oh!” she said, seeing that he was already awake.

“I’m up,” he said, jumping to his feet, he couldn’t wait to talk to Evan and Pandora. He needed to get them presents, along with Regulus, but as he entered the hallway all of those thoughts fell away.

The hallway was dark and endless, and seemed dead. Barty paused and then returned to his room to hide the book under his bed before exiting again. He picked at his gloves.

In the living room, his mother and father were sitting at the couch, a pile of presents at their feet.

“Merry Christmas, my love!” his mother announced.

Barty smiled at her, and opened all of his gifts. It was things that he hadn’t liked since he was seven, he felt on his toes the entire time, making sure to smile and thank his parents after every gift. He glanced at his father periodically to see if he was smiling, but his face had never moved.

“Thank you, mother, father,” he said once he opened the final present. It was a book about dragons with 3d elements. He was actually quite excited about it, but made sure to keep his face straight.

“Take it to your room,” his father said, waving his hand at all of the presents.

“Yes, sir,” Barty replied, grabbing them all up in his arms and hauling them up the stairs, he didn’t bother to say anything about the house elves taking them. He knew that that wouldn’t end well.

He managed to get through lunch and dinner with his parents before he couldn’t take it anymore, and every moment with them felt exhausting and smothering. He hated his father, and he was angry at his mother for allowing him to do that.

Finally, Barty was dismissed back to his room, where he quickly wrote a letter to the Rosier twins and sent it on its way. He took out Evan’s book and flicked through the pages, he couldn’t do magic right now since he wasn’t at Hogwarts, but he could practice.

He twirled his wand in the motions that the book said to perform the hexes, angry fueling the movements, but no magic being put into it. It was a delicate balance that he was walking, but it was one that he was willing to risk for some escape.

The next day, Barty snapped at his father accidently when he was berating him for his hair. He was left on the ground until his stomach was rumbling so loud that his father got annoyed.

Barty screamed into his pillow that night, making sure to be quiet.

He awoke frozen and locked together, only being able to watch his father rip apart his room, finding everything that was out of place. Posters. Little trinkets that Barty had collected, and he threw them away. He grabbed the poster with Barty’s favorite Quidditch team on it and frowned before tossing that as well. His mother just stood in the doorway watching with a sad look on her face.

She was the one who had gotten Barty that poster.

“He’s just loving you the only way he knows,” his mother whispered, trying to hold him, despite him leaning away from her, “He does love us.”

I don’t care. The realization was cool as it washed down Barty’s spine, he couldn’t actually care if his father loved him. It still hurt.

His father could never find the book, which Barty had taken to hiding under his pillow, he hadn’t even questioned the gloves.

Because they’re Ravenclaw.

It felt nice though, to have a piece of Pandora with him to cheer him on as he woke up again under the Petrificus Totalus charm. This time he was already used to it, and didn’t writhe or scream. He just sat there until his father was finished and decided to let him free.

The hardest part was not being able to do anything. When an owl arrived with Pandora’s and Evan’s response, he couldn’t read it as the owl dropped it on his chest. His father found the letter a few hours later and snatched it from Barty. He forced Barty to watch as he burned the letter away.

You deserve this.

They’re my friends.

The week went on very slowly. Until he finally was allowed back on the train.

He ran to find the twins and Regulus, searching for them cart by cart. He found Emmeline Vance in a cart by herself. And accidently opened the cart on Sirius Black and his friends. James Potter stared at him.

��Do you need—”

“Where’s Regulus?” Barty demanded, looking around the cart like he might find Reggie stuffed away somewhere.

“How should I know where my brother is?” Sirius said with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re useless,” Barty frowned, running away and searching the other carts.

He finally found Regulus in a cart, looking at his arm before quickly covering it as Barty entered.

“Reggie thank god,” Barty said, collapsing next to him and tossing his feet into Regulus’s lap. Regulus looked down at them with a sneer and pushed them off.

“Evan, I found them!” screeched Pandora suddenly from the open doorway. She sat down across from Regulus and grabbed Barty’s hands, “You’re wearing the gloves!”

“Yeah,” Barty replied, “Thanks for them.”

“It’s made of a material that guards from evil,” Pandora said, serious all of the sudden, “Sybil told me—”

“You shouldn’t listen to everything Sybil tells you,” Evan interrupted. He was wearing a knit beanie over his curls.

“Awww, adorable,” Barty cooed. Evan flipped him off.

“My mom knitted us some things,” Pandora grinned.

“We can all see that.” Regulus said.

“You’re not wearing your scarf, Reg,” Pandora noticed.

Regulus reached into his bag and pulled out the scarf, he stared at it for a second before wrapping it around his neck. Pandora squealed.

“You look so good!” Pandora clapped her hands happily.

Barty sighed and leaned into Regulus’s shoulder, Regulus glared at him though so he pulled Evan into the seat and leaned on him instead.

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“Rosier?” Barty asked after everyone else in the car had fallen asleep.

“What?” Evan grunted.

“Nothing much,” Barty answered with a yawn, closing his eyes.

“I hate you. Go to sleep.”

“Ok, Rosie. Rosie Rosier,” Barty sang softly, not wanting to wake anyone else up, “My dad is an asshole.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“He did attack my cousin.” “Which one?”

“Eh,” Evan shrugged, “I just overheard my parents talking about it.”

“Hmm, my mom doesn’t talk about much.”

“Except for how helpful your dad is.”

“She tries.”

“Mhm,” Evan didn’t sound convinced.

“I spent most of Christmas break— nevermind.”

“What? Okay.”

“‘Night, Rosie.”

“Goodnight, Barty.”

#rosekiller #evan x barty #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #marauders era #regulus black #bartys mom #shitty dad

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siriuslyshouldislytherin · 2 years ago

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Two Halves of a Whole

(Part 2)

Pairing : Sirius Black × Potter!reader

Summary : Y/N Euphemia Potter is the younger child to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. James introduces Y/N to his gang on the very first day of her school. As years pass , Sirius Black , James' best mate starts falling hard for his best mate's sister. Will she feel the same or will it be a one-sided love story ? Read more to find out.

A/N: PS: I am gonna publish this in 10 or so parts spanning over the 7 years of their Hogwarts education. I will post the link to the next part in this part when I publish it. So do check it out.

Warning : mention of bruises , wand being pointed to the reader's neck. Overprotective James , Remus being a brother figure , not much for Peter (coz he betrayed and I hate him. )

Navigation / Part 1 / Part 2

Y/N was awestruck by the beauty of Hogwarts. The Black Lake , the giant doors of Hogwarts , the staircases ; everything was grand and new to her.

A middle-aged lady , most probably a Professor took them inside The Great Hall which had hundreds of candles floating in the air. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky. She passed James and his friends as they all gave her a smile.

The Professor stood on the platform as she unfolded the parchment.

"Now I will call the students and accordingly you have to come and sit on the stool. The sorting hat will sort you into your respective houses. "

Then did she notice the ragged looking Hat perched on the stool.

"Potter , Y/N !" The Professor called out her name. Her heart was thumping loudly in her ribcage as if it would break out of the cage. She climbed on the platform and sat on the stool.

"Witty , very witty. Oh yes creative too , Ravenclaw it seems ! But you have an enormous amount of courage. Alright , better be Gryffindor !"

A very wide grin replaced the frown on her face as someone from Gryffindor yelled ," We got the second Potter too !"

She was finally going to be in the same house as her brother.

She ran towards her brother as they had saved her a seat in advance. James ruffled her hair as he spoke ,"finally in Gryffindor. "

"Yes !" She turned to look at the others.

"Congratulations Y/N !" She heard Remus , Peter and Sirius wish her.

Y/N was walking to her Transfiguration class when she bumped into a certain red-head who had just come out of the class , some other Gryffindor students following her.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." The (y/h/c) haired girl apologized.

"Oh no , don't bother. I wasn't looking. "

The red-haired girl looked at Y/N and said ,"you are the younger Potter , aren't you ?"

"Yes I am. " At times Y/N wasn't quite pleased by being known as 'younger Potter'. She had the sudden urge to tell the red-haired girl to call her by her name but suppressed it.

"You seem pretty decent as compared to your brother. "

"James. What did he do ?"

"He is an annoying toerag. "

Y/N chuckled at those words as the red-head gave her a smile. She heard a distant voice ," Evans ! Wait there !"

"Oh god ! Your brother. By the way , nice to meet you. See you later. Lily Evans. " The girl gave her a quick handshake and walked away as Y/N chuckled and walked towards the classroom.

"Was that Evans talking to you ?" James asked her.

"Yes. "

"I was calling her ! Why didn't you stop her ?"

"You wanted me to stop her ? Why though ?"

"I want to be friends with her. "

"Good luck with that !" She said in a sing-song voice.

"What did she tell you ?"

"James it would be better if you attend your classes this sincerely. It would do mum-dad a lot of favour. Now don't you have DADA class ?"

She saw Sirius at the door frame watching both of them.

"Sirius. Don't you have your classes ? Off you go ! Both of you. "

"Uh-oh yeahh. I-I will go "

He walked towards James , swinging a hand over his shoulder.

"Let's take you to DADA , Potter. "

They both walked off , as Sirius turned around for a moment , gave her a little 'bye-bye' wave and disappeared into the corridor.

By the time November had started , it was starting to cool down. Students had started to use jumpers to keep themselves warm. Library was the perfect place to study for students like Y/N.

It was past 10 in the night. James was starting to get worried of her , including Sirius , Remus and Peter.

"James. I think we should tell Professor McGonagall. " Remus , the most sensible of the group suggested.

"What if she gets scolded by Professor McGonagall ?" Peter asked the group.

"No Pete. We won't let that happen. I think we should go and search in the castle."

"Sirius is right. We should search in the castle and if to no avail we should report to McGonagall. "

"James let us just check once in the girls dormitory first. "

"How Remus ?"

"Just ask some random girl. "

"Nobody is around. We should go check the girls dormitory ourselves ?"

"What - no ! - hey Evans. "

The red-head turned around.

"Yes Lupin ?"

"We need you to do a favour for us. Can you please go into the girl's dormitory and check whether James' sister is in there ?"

Lily nodded and checked up on the girl's dormitories but Y/N obviously wasn't there.

"Where is she then ?"

"We -"James piped in.

"Oh she left me a note saying she was in the Astronomy tower. I remember that ! You can go Evans. Thank you !"

Sirius muttered an over-excited 'thank-you' as Lily eyed him suspiciously but nevertheless retreated to her dormitory.

Y/N saw the time in the library watch as it read 10.21.

"Merlin ! I've missed the dinner too ! James will be so worried about me !" She quickly put away all her belongings and hurried out of the library.

She was walking towards the Gryffindor common room when she heard someone call her.

"It's so pleasant to see young Miss Potter loitering around this late in the castle , also not to mention , all alone , by herself. "

She heard a girl say , she was undeniably older than her , her curly hair giving her a maniacal look. She was followed by a blonde wizard , almost the same age as her. Behind them were two other boys and a girl.

They started circling her as she stood there unkowing of what to do.

"You know Potter , you should be proud of your pure-blood lineage. Didn't your mother and father teach you that ? I saw you having a conversation with that mud-blood Evans today."

"Bella , how would they teach her such important good Manners ! They themselves are - filthy blood traitors -"

"My mum-dad arent filthy blood traitors ! Don't you dare speak a word against them !"

"Perhaps your brother then - my cousin Sirius has been defying his parents ever since he has befriended your blood-traitor brother. "

She pounced at the curly haired girl and tackled her to the ground.

"Don't you dare speak a word about my family ! I won't -" she was pulled up by a girl who held her by her hair.

"No ! Leave me !" Y/N cried out , tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. The girl's wand pressed into her neck ; that spot of her neck turning blue.

"Y/N !" She heard two familiar voices as she tried to turn her head.

The 4 ran near her as the 5 students retreated. She ran towards James and hugged him around the middle. Sirius' heart did drop at the sight of Bellatrix near Y/N.

I love her like a sister , don't I ?

Sirius tried to shrug the uncanny feeling in his stomach.

"Jamie !" She cried onto his shirt.

"So very touching , Lucius !" She heard the girl advance towards them as she saw Sirius and Remus cover her as James tightened his hold on her stroking her head. Peter too , stood besides Sirius and James a few moments later.

"Fighting your elder cousin , are we ?" The girl looked at Sirius , a glint of craziness in her eyes.

"Bella , if you harm her or corner her or try to make her feel uncomfortable in any possible way , then I will make sure that will be the last day you live on this earth. "

She scoffed and went away with her cronies as the trio turned towards the younger girl who was still in her brother's embrace.

"Niff , Niff look at me !" James said to her. She did as she was told.

"Jamie - Jamie - they insulted mum and dad ! And you too ! " She again broke down into tears as his grip tightened on her.

"James , I think we should go to the common room and discuss things there. "

"Yes , lets get under the cloak and head to common room. Niff , stay between me and Remus. Sirius and Peter follow behind us. "

As soon as they reached the common room , the four boys sat her on the couch , James on one side looking extremely worried , Remus looking mildly less worried , Peter looking even less worried. Technically Sirius was freaked out !

Remus noticed the blue bruise on her neck as she said ," Y/N , what is this blue bruise on your neck ?"

"They held a wand to my neck , Remus. " She said , sniffling.

"What ! Who did that ?" James asked.

"The girl who held me by my hair. "

Sirius clutched his wand and dashed towards the door , only to be stopped by James.

"Where are you off to ?"

"To teach Bella and her cronies a lesson. "

"No ! You are not going to do any of that ! Any of you. "

"Why ? They've harmed you. " Sirius said looking at her.

"They were all 6th or 7th years. They know way more spells than you lot. Besides I don't want McGonagall to reduce house points or give you detention. "

"Niff , but -"

"She's right , James. " Remus spoke.

"We all know how nasty Bellatrix can get. They are 7th years and know how to have a proper wand fight. Not to mention the Dark Arts she knows. If we do anything that would provoke her , she might again corner Y/N someday -"

"We won't let that happen. " Sirius spoke.

"We know that Sirius but just keep you calm and don't let her get to you. "

"Anyways Niff , are you alright ?"

"Yes." She gave her brother a smile as he dropped her off near the stairs of the girl's dormitories.

James turned to Sirius and enveloped him in a hug.

"I will always be there for her. "

"We all will. " Remus too piped it as all the four went in for a group hug.

"Thank you , Remus , Sirius and Peter. "

The banner/divider credits go to @cafekitsune and not me.

Taglist :

@gaminggirlsstuff @dramaisthelifebloodofgoodstories @turvi

#harry potter #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #james & peter & remus & sirius #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black imagine #sirus black #sirius black and reader #sirius black imagines #james potter #sirius black x potter!reader #potter!reader

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i-am-not-dal · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Gryffindor!Beomgyu x Hufflepuff!reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings/Rating: SFW, Hogwarts!AU, Lover Teasing, Beomgyu is prideful, Y/n is funny?, Beomgyu is the Gryffindor Quidditch chaser, appearance of Slytherin!Yeonjun and Ravenclaw!Taehyun, brief mention of Hufflepuff!Kai and Hufflepuff!Soobin

Author's Note: This is my first fic so I hope you like it! I've always wanted to do a Beomgyu fic with a Hogwarts au, and when I realized I ended up writing this LMAO. I honestly think I wrote it a bit more from Beomgyu's perspective, I'm not sure. Please, comment if you like it or not, and tell me if you want more dics of this style, of Beomgyu or another idol (of TXT, Skz, SVT and BND please, soon I will also do Enhypen and ZB1). By the way, what do you think of the decoration of my blog? It's my first time too so I hope you like it as much as the fic. Enjoy it!!!

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Beomgyu, the star chaser of Gryffindor, never imagined he would end up in such a situation. His team had just lost the Quidditch final to Hufflepuff. Yes, Hufflepuff, the team no one had considered a threat. The cool evening breeze was blowing hard over the field, but the feeling of defeat in his chest was much heavier than the icy wind cutting through the air.

“How do you feel, Beomgyu?” you asked, letting your playful tone break the silence. You watched him as he tried to hide his frustration behind a distant gaze. For the three years you’d been part of the team, Beomgyu never missed an opportunity to mock you when your team lost to Gryffindor. Now, the situation had changed. The power was on your side.

Beomgyu snorted, gripping his broom as if it could ease the knot in his stomach. Rage and humiliation mixed inside him, but his pride kept him from acknowledging the defeat.

“Shut up, it was just pure luck,” he replied, though the words tasted bitter. He was too hurt to be the first to admit it.

“Do you remember? The loser had to buy the winner a butterbeer? I think 'bye' was what we bet on, right?” you added, smiling with satisfaction. Seeing him so defeated gave you an oddly satisfying feeling, especially after all those years when he’d mocked your failures.

Beomgyu frowned as he recalled the bet he had made. At the time, it had seemed harmless, but now, after the defeat, it hit him harder than ever. The wind ruffled his hair, bringing with it a sense of emptiness. For a moment, he wished the defeat didn’t sting so much, but he knew there was no turning back.

“How about we meet this weekend at the entrance to Hogsmeade?” you asked enthusiastically as you started walking toward your team’s celebration. The golden afternoon light fell over the field, but your energy remained intact.

Beomgyu slowly looked up, his face still marked by frustration. He knew he couldn’t escape the situation. Finally, he accepted the inevitable.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But only because I pity the fact that you’ll never beat me again,” he replied, forcing a mocking smile, though his eyes betrayed a mix of frustration and sadness.

“See you,” you said, turning your back and quickly walking toward your friends.

Beomgyu walked alone, seeking the company of Yeonjun and Taehyun. The walk to the Great Hall felt endless, and the uncomfortable silence between him and his friends only intensified the weight of his defeat.

“I’m not going to lose!” Yeonjun exclaimed with a mischievous grin, mimicking Beomgyu’s defiant attitude from a few hours ago. His tone only reminded Beomgyu of how bitter the defeat had been.

“Shut up! It was pure luck,” Beomgyu replied, clenching his fists at his sides. He wanted the topic to end, but his friends wouldn’t stop pressing.

Taehyun, the calmest of the group, put an arm around Beomgyu and, with a friendly smile, tried to ease the tension.

“Luck or not, Soobin and HueningKai already went off to celebrate their house’s victory,” Taehyun remarked in a nearly philosophical tone. He knew his words would only make Beomgyu angrier, but he also hoped they would calm him down.

Beomgyu sighed, looking ahead where the lights of the Great Hall glowed in the distance. His confident façade was starting to crumble, but he didn’t want to show vulnerability. With a quick movement, he started walking toward the hall, where the celebration was already in full swing.

“Let’s just go,” he muttered in a low voice, almost a whisper, resigned to the defeat.

Inside the Great Hall, they sat at a table with other students, surrounded by murmurs about the match. The voices blended together, but Beomgyu barely registered them. His mind was still stuck on what had happened.

“Hey, what was up with that last play?” Yeonjun asked, a sly smile on his face as he grabbed a piece of bread. He was enjoying it more than he let on, and his tone only amplified Beomgyu’s hurt.

Beomgyu looked up from his plate, his face visibly tense. The noise of the conversations and the smell of food seemed to fade for a moment. There was only him, the defeat, and the discomfort of Yeonjun’s question.

“What about the last play?” Beomgyu responded, trying to avoid the conversation. His furrowed brow and serious expression made it clear he wasn’t willing to discuss it.

“When, instead of scoring the quaffle, you just stood there watching the Hufflepuff seeker,” Yeonjun said with a teasing smile, knowing that mistake had cost them the game.

Beomgyu felt the shame rising up his neck. In his mind, the scene played out in slow motion: the quaffle floating in the air, the frantic noise around him, and then, suddenly, he, distracted, watching the Hufflepuff seeker in the middle of the play. One second of distraction, and the whole team paid the price.

“It’s true. If you’d scored that goal, Gryffindor would’ve won, even if Hufflepuff caught the Snitch,” Taehyun commented, his tone serious, as if he too regretted the play.

Beomgyu fell silent, staring at his plate, hoping the floor would swallow him whole. Humiliation overwhelmed him, but he tried to hide it, as he always did.

“Do you… like her?” Yeonjun asked provocatively, dropping the question like a bomb, while smiling teasingly. He couldn’t resist taking every opportunity.

Beomgyu stiffened, unable to look them in the eye. The heat rose to his cheeks, and an uncomfortable sensation took over him.

“What? Me? In love with Y/N? I don’t think so,” he quickly replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but his nervousness was clear. He ran a hand through his hair and looked away. “I just talked to her to mock how bad her team was… Besides, I wasn’t looking at her, I just got a little distracted.”

Taehyun and Yeonjun exchanged a knowing look. They knew perfectly well what Beomgyu was refusing to admit. They decided not to press any further, but neither of them was fooled. Something else was going on, and Beomgyu wasn’t as indifferent as he pretended.

Days passed, but the frustration of defeat didn't leave Beomgyu's mind. He wondered if he really liked Y/N or if she was just bothering him to get his attention, like in the movies his mother used to force him to watch. When the weekend came, Beomgyu prepared to go to the entrance of Hogsmeade, with the doubt of falling in love hovering in his head.

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After waiting for a while, Beomgyu saw a figure approaching through the snow. It was Y/N, running towards him, her breath visible in the cold air.

“Beomgyu! I'm here!” she said, somewhat exhausted from running so much, her face flushed from the cold.

“It's about time.” Beomgyu replied with a mocking smile, knowing that she always used to take longer.

“I highly doubt you've been here for long. At most, you must have been here for three minutes... you're not exactly punctual,” she commented in a playful tone.

“Fine, let's just go now.” “I want to get out of this,” Beomgyu said, starting to walk towards The Three Broomsticks.

“Whatever you say, loser,” you replied with a mischievous smile.

They began to walk side by side towards The Three Broomsticks. Their hands brushed against each other from time to time, something so simple, but it made Beomgyu nervous. He couldn’t help but wonder if the brush had been casual or if, somehow, she had done it on purpose. He wasn’t sure what he felt, but he did know that there was something in his chest that throbbed harder every time he was near her.

“I’ll go get the butterbeers,” Beomgyu said as they entered the pub, trying to hide his nervousness.

And you, with a knowing smile, stayed waiting at the table.

Beomgyu disappeared into the crowd, walking towards the bar of The Three Broomsticks. His steps were quick, almost hurried, but somehow, his nervousness was noticeable. You knew that butterbeer was just an excuse to prolong the conversation, but you didn't know how to continue handling the tension you felt. Meanwhile, you stayed at the table, watching the candlelight flicker on the wooden tables and the laughter and chatter of the students mix with the heat of the place.

A few minutes later, Beomgyu came back, the two butterbeers in his hands, one of them so foamy that the foam almost overflowed. His eyes, which before reflected the frustration of the lost game, now showed something different: a slight glint of curiosity, of uncertainty.

"Here you go." He said, leaving it in front of you. An awkward silence settled between the two of you, as if everything that had happened until then was weighing too much.

You took the butterbeer, but before taking the first sip, you dared to speak.

"You know, you don't have to be so serious all the time." You commented with a smile, looking to break the ice. "It's just a game." So what if they lost?

Beomgyu frowned, but then, seeing your relaxed expression, the trace of tension on his face dissipated a little.

“It’s not that simple for me.” He said, looking down at his own beer before taking a sip. “I don’t like losing, especially when I’m this close to victory.”

His words had a softer tone, as if he was finally letting go of the facade he’d kept up all day.

“And yet, here we are. Loser and winner, in the same place.” You replied, winking at him. He let out a small laugh, as if the mockery made him feel a little lighter.

Beomgyu raised his glass, toasting without a word. You did the same, and before you both could drink, a long silence enveloped you again.

But this time, it was different. The tension wasn’t the same. Instead of awkwardness, there was a kind of calm, a feeling that everything was in its place, even if they still couldn’t quite understand what was going on between them.

Beomgyu looked out the window, where the snow was starting to fall again, covering the streets of Hogsmeade. Finally, he turned to you.

“You know, even though you beat me, I’m not going to let you forget me that easily.” He said with a determined smile, as if he still hadn’t fully accepted that his team had lost.

You leaned back in your chair, surprised by his change in attitude.

“What does that mean?” You asked, arching an eyebrow, intrigued.

Beomgyu shrugged, but there was something else in his gaze: a challenge.

“It means that next time, I’ll be prepared. To win. And, of course, to keep making fun of you until I make you lose your temper.” He said with a confident smile, as always.

You laughed, but deep down, something inside you woke up. Maybe, just maybe, his attitude was no longer just an innocent joke. Maybe there was something more behind those provocations.

—So… get ready to keep losing. —I answered with a knowing smile, raising your glass.

You both toasted once more. And, although the future was full of uncertainty, for that night, everything seemed to fit into place. No rush, no pressure, just the promise of more encounters, more challenges, and maybe something more.

The sound of glasses clinking together echoed in the warm atmosphere of the pub, as both immersed themselves in the celebration that was not only of victory, but also of what could be beginning to be born between jokes, butterbeers, and a shared defeat. A while later, you broke the silence again. “And what are you going to do now? The end of school year vacations are about to arrive,” you asked, curious. “I don’t know, I’ll probably stay home practicing, and maybe visit Taehyun,” Beomgyu said, aware that his vacations would be quite lonely. “And you? What are you going to do?” he asked, back. “You know, stay home, read, maybe go somewhere on vacation… the usual, nothing interesting,” I answered, knowing that my vacations would be boring too. “I see,” Beomgyu replied, with a slight smile, as the two of them got lost in the conversation, although deep inside, something was starting to change.

After talking for a long while, Beomgyu remembered something Yeonjun had mentioned. A few weeks ago, the five friends were having breakfast together in the Great Hall, when suddenly an owl left a letter in front of the Slytherin of the group. Yeonjun took it and opened it to read. “Dear son, since the Quidditch World Cup is coming up, I decided to buy some tickets for the finals, there are six for you, I’ll let you choose who will accompany us.” “You’ll invite us, right Yeonjun?” Soobin asked curiously. “Of course he will, he doesn’t have many other friends,” Beomgyu said mockingly. “And who will have the sixth ticket?” Taehyun asked. “I don’t know, there are five of us. We could find out who else might want to accompany us,” Yeonjun commented. “We’ll see who to invite, I’ll go practice,” Beomgyu said, getting up from his chair.

Currently…

Beomgyu thought for a moment. He knew that his friends still didn’t know who else to invite to complete the group. And, remembering how much Y/N loved Quidditch, a somewhat crazy idea began to form in his mind. Despite what he felt, he could no longer deny that something inside him had changed since he had started paying more attention to it. “Hey, Y/N, since you love Quidditch so much, how would you feel if I gave you a ticket to accompany me, Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun and HueningKai to the Quidditch World Cup final during the holidays? Since you said you didn’t have much to do…” he said, nervously, hoping it wasn’t a completely absurd idea. Y/N looked up, surprised, but a smile began to form on her lips. “Really? Sure! I’d love to, plus I get along well with HueningKai and Soobin,” she replied excitedly. Beomgyu felt an immediate relief, but when she added a question, his nerves rose again. “But why invite me of all people?” she asked curiously, with a small, playful smile. Beomgyu stayed silent, not knowing what to say exactly. His impulsiveness had led him to make the invitation without thinking too much, but now that the situation was becoming more real, he couldn’t find a convincing answer. Deep down, he knew the reason was simpler than he himself wanted to accept. “Because…” he began, and then stopped. He took a deep breath, feeling the words finally come out naturally. “Because I want you around, Y/N. And… well, I know you like Quidditch. It would be fun to have you there with us.” The silence that followed was brief, but charged with an energy that neither of them knew how to handle.

The atmosphere was calmer, but something had changed between them, a mutual understanding that was felt in the air. In the end, Y/N smiled warmly, as if everything made sense, and accepted the invitation. Beomgyu, relieved and a little nervous, felt as if he had taken a step forward in something that, although complicated, was beginning to matter more to him than he had imagined. As he thought about everything he still didn’t understand, Y/N leaned towards him. “Wait, you have something here,” you said, taking a napkin and approaching to wipe his cheek, with a touch so simple and soft that it made Beomgyu blush a little. “Ready,” you said, with a small smile that also tinted your cheeks red. “T-thanks…” Beomgyu said, his voice a little shaky, clearly nervous, although he was trying to remain calm. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both a little bewildered, until it was Beomgyu who broke the silence, as if by doing so he could sort out what he was feeling. "Do you want to... go to Honeydukes?" he said, with a somewhat nervous, but sincere smile. "Sure! Are we going?" she replied, quickly standing up, as enthusiastic as ever. Beomgyu couldn't help but smile at her excitement, and as they walked towards the exit, the connection between them felt stronger and stronger, as if if everything that had happened before was leading them to a new chapter. Beomgyu couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, all of this wasn't a simple distraction. The spring wind crashed against them as they left the store, but neither the cold nor Beomgyu's internal complications prevented him from taking her hand, a gesture so simple, but loaded with a new emotion that both of them still didn't fully understand. And, as they ran towards Honeydukes, Beomgyu thought that perhaps the time had come to accept something that he had been avoiding for a while. Maybe, just maybe, there was something else in his chest that was worth taking the risk for. They went shopping at Honeydukes, still holding hands although neither of them had tried to avoid it, and as they left the store each one with a bag, they began to walk and he could notice how you seemed to be cold, he knew that you were probably regretting not having brought something warmer, so he decided to give you his coat so he put it on your shoulders. You looked at him curiously again, to which he just smiled, to which you smiled back. Beomgyu, at this rate, knew that the best thing would be to accept his feelings and declare his love. Just when they reached the entrance of Hogsmeade, Beomgyu stopped walking, to which you looked at him curiously again. “Hey, Y/N, there’s something I wanted to tell you…” he said, nervous. “What happened, Beomgyu?” you said worried. “Well, it’s that I… I think… that…” he said while playing with his hands and looking at the ground. “I… I like you! Okay?!” he said suddenly raising his gaze. To which you were quite surprised, but you simply smiled at him and said. “I like you too, Beomgyu, for a long time…” you said nervously, looking at the ground. When you realized, Beomgyu had approached you, took your cheeks and brought your face closer to his. Soon, both of you fused your lips in a small kiss that, at the same time, contained multiple feelings. “What does that mean?” you said amused when you separated your lips. “It means if you want to be my girlfriend.” he said smiling. Soon you joined your lips again in a quick kiss. “Is that a yes?” Beomgyu asked mockingly after finishing the kiss. “Of course, now let’s go, the last one to arrive is a rotten egg!” you said, starting to run in the direction of the castle. Beomgyu followed you, thinking that, for the first time, his friends were really useful to him and how they would react when they found out that he now had a cute girlfriend.

That was how what was once a rivalry became the beginning of a love story.

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Please tell me if you liked it or for any mistakes. Tysm for reading!

― © beargyu-luvtxt, 2025

#txt #txt fics #tomorrow x together #beomgyu x reader #choi soobin #kang taehyun #choi yeonjun #heuningkai #choi beomgyu fluff #hogwarts au #txt fluff

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 5 months ago

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Ok Emmeline! I love her

-Hcs

Shes a ravenclaw

Pureblood

She was really good friends with Pandora & Peter

she liked art/drawing

she had sharp features like siri&reg so sometimes she was confused as being from the House of Black

Cat person

-I honestly dont have that many buut these are my best ones :)

thats so cute !! yes help i love those

i see her as a ravenclaw too, though i think she could be a slytherin, and i adore the art hc !!! yes !! i see her as desi sawr she would apply mehndi to all her gfs <3

i agree w her having sharp features. love that. AND LIKING CATS !!! tbf i hc eveyrone to prefer cats bye,,

here are some of my hcs <3

she/her

straight but she's a survivor of a codependent homoerotic teenage friendship so Is She Really

pakistani <33

three-four years older than the marauders

bleached her hair blonde for YEARS

6'2. tall tall girl.

so so so pretty. litr the prettiest person you've ever met.

SAD GIRL!!!!! she invented romanticizing sadness

& journaling.

can't believe she invented journaling.

(through art!)

scared of sexual intimacy

and emotional intimacy

does not know how to communicate !! at ALL !!

horrible horrible horrible at relationships

scared of boys but unfortunately is attracted to them

fluctuates between i-hate-my-culture and i-Love-my-culture 24/7

her favourite colour is, like, an almost purplish pink

loves flowers

introverted but not shy

has stage fright

very very sentimental

her parents (or at least one of them) died in the war :(

doesn't know how to put on make up but LOVES it !!

i made another post on emme sawr there's less here because i didnt wanna overlap :(( i have sm more yap abt her (particularly her relationships w her friends AGH) sawr just throwing that out their. i love your emmeline x

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stargirl0479 · 2 months ago

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• intro post•

hey! sorry this is a month late, I kinda forgot to make one (even though I wrote it on a sticky note, I don’t know what happened to that note .)

hi! my name is kylie, I’m an 18 year old girl trying to have a life. im an italian (don’t bother me about pasta please) and croatian (they are practically the same thing but still). im completely and utterly single (like most people on here i think) and am not ready to mingle (books have raised my standards). i play softball, volleyball, track, and basketball (yes i have no free time). ITS ALMOST CHRISTMASS!!

FANDOMS IM IN:

FAVORITE SONGS/ARTISTS:

sabrina carpenter (yes im basic)

bruno mars

aurora

”sailor song”

”die with a smile”

”jealousy,jealousy”

“run away”

”taste”

”feather”

TO BE READ LIST (help me expand it)

thank you for reading this! please come bother me, i love making friends. ask me questions! love youu bye!

oh also, I HAVE FANFICTION POSTED! IM WILLING TO WRITE FOR ANY OF MY FANDOMS!!

#intro post #kylie chats #help me that sucked #intro

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bubblefina · 1 year ago

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King of Hearts Chapter 27

Masterlist

Summary: Reader and Tom meet during their years at Hogwarts, but as the years pass a rivalry grows between the two of them, which leads from soft beginnings to tragic endings.

What the characters look like!

" “Kill me!” he yells in an agonizing way. His eyes look as though he’s pleading for you to finish the job. It terrified you to see him like this."

Pairings: Tom x f!reader

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Chapter 27- Unfortune

“You’re doing well, keep going, and you will be better than before.” Dumbledore’s eyes looked intently as the small cup levitated in the air.

You try to keep your breath steady, afraid that any sudden movement would cause it to fall down and break. Moving your finger back and forth, the cup mimicked the movement. Such a small achievement after months of practice.

The cup is set back down onto the desk. Dumbledore scribbles something on a piece of paper, staying silent.

“Well, how was that?” you ask.

“Very good, it’s better than how you did the previous week. No straining of your hand, the object didn’t shake, very steady.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for me to fully get the hang of this? Wandless, no spell magic.”

“That is hard to say, it took you months to do this, I can’t say how long it’ll be before you’re able to do much more.”

“You could have just said that you believe in me and I could do it.”

Dumbledore sighs, rubbing his eyebrows, “I believe in you, you will be able to do it in no time.”

You laugh, packing up your books. Today’s practice is over, and it will be the last one until you return from winter break. After saying bye to Dumbledore, you open the grand doors, the chill of the hallways welcome you.

Exhaling, you could see your breath in the cold. 2 weeks at home, 2 weeks with your family, 2 weeks with your mother… and whoever she invites.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid-” turning a corner, you bump into someone.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” mumbling an apology, you rub your nose, trying to ease the pain.

“All good, I’ve never had a problem running into you.”

Familiar golden hair, bright blue eyes, the warmest smile that a person could ever see. A black and yellow scarf wrapped around his neck, he tilts his head to tease you slightly.

“Archer! It’s been so long!”

“You could say that again, I haven’t seen your face as much.”

“Ahaha, yeah. I’ve just been a little busy with things here and there.”

“Well, it is a big castle too.”

“Nonsense! I’ve missed you, it really is a shame that I haven’t seen much of you.”

Both of you began to walk down the hallway, enjoying the company.

“I suppose that we could hang out after winter break is over.” Archer places his hands in his pockets, his fingers digging into his thigh as he replayed what he had just said over and over again in his head.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, “you’d want that? Really?”

“Y-yeah, of course! We could go to the Three Broomsticks and grab a Butterbeer, and talk about all the things that happened this year.”

A shy grin spread across your face. Was he asking you out? 5 years into knowing each other, could this finally be the time that you’re getting a boyfriend?

“Sounds good.”

Both of you stop outside the Ravenclaw dormitories, he says goodbye, leaving you to enter into the common room. Walking up to the dormitories, only Melissa remained out of your group of four.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you would have left by now.” You ask, removing your heavy coat and other accessories.

“Not yet, I’m still packing. My brothers want me to bring them something, so I spent some time in Hogsmeade shopping.”

You sit down next to her on the bed, “what did you get for them?”

“A couple of Sneakoscopes, they can tell you if someone is lying or being untrustworthy.” She brings one out of a small bag, handing it to you.

“How does it tell you if someone is lying?”

“It lights up, spins, lets out loud noises. It’ll be annoying for sure, but luckily I'm at Hogwarts for most of the year anyway.”

“Interesting things, your brothers are bound to enjoy them.”

Melissa takes the sneakoscope back, putting it inside the bag. She zips up her suitcase and stands up.

“The train is about to set off soon, are you ready?” She asks.

“Yeah, I already packed, so now I just need to head to the train.”

“Let’s go together, we can complain about the snow while we walk.”

“Haha, deal.”

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The snow covered castles of Hogwarts slowly faded away as the Hogwarts express made its way to London’s King Cross station. Melissa went with her family, leaving you alone at the station.

As the clock continued to tick, hours passed, still no one came to pick you up. Your dad would usually be on time, so this was unusual. The sheer cold became too much, so scrounging whatever money you had, you paid for a taxi to take you home.

The ride felt cold and almost eerily still. There was something uneasy about going home, something you just couldn’t explain. The feeling was even stronger when you were in front of your home. No Christmas decorations, it looked lifeless. The neighborhood looked as if there was a gray filter on it, what could be going on?

Turning the door knob, you enter your home.

“Hello? Is anyone home?” you set down your bags, walking around. Checking multiple rooms until you enter the nursery, where your brother is holding Dahlia and Nathan sitting down near her feet.

“Mom?” you whisper. The room is so cold that your warm breath spread through the air.

Nathan took notice of you immediately, his eyes welling up with tears. He runs up to you, hugging you so tightly, spilling into sobs.

“What's wrong, why is everything so cold?” you wrap your arms around your younger brother, he seems so frail.

Your mother didn’t answer, she just kept mumbling about something. You wipe Nathan's tears and ask him, hoping he could provide some insight.

“H-he’s gone…” he cries out.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “who’s gone?”

“Dad! He’s gone!” he begins to cry again, hiding his face in your coat.

“Gone? Gone where?” You ask again, heart thumping against your rib cage.

“Death…” that was one word that you could make out from your mother's senseless rambles.

It felt as your body went numb. It couldn’t be, she had to have been talking about something else? Your dad is probably just at the store or something, nonsense, complete nonsense.

Swallowing your anxiety, you wipe Nathan's tears again. Heading towards the living room, you start a fire, hoping it’ll warm the house. After a few hours, you manage to get everyone down to the living room, giving them blankets and making them food.

“Can you tell me again…where is dad?” you ask, palms forming sweat as you look at your mother's lifeless state.

“He was drafted…in the war…” she whispers, her voice so dry.

“When?”

“In October” Nathan replies, his hand on his mothers.

“Well…where is he now?” The heavy feeling seems to be crushing your shoulders. You want to hear what you want to hear, afraid to listen to the truth.

“He’s dead.”

Those two words from your mother felt like she just professed the end of the world. Is this why he stopped sending letters? The lack of communication was odd, but you didn’t think anything of it. Your father…he was gone. It was hard to keep it together, so you joined your family in silence.

Later that night, when you were alone in your room, you hid under your blankets, tears gushing out of your eyes. The walls were thin, so any loud sob could be heard by others. How, how could he be gone? You saw him at the train station when he dropped you off for your 5th year, he couldn’t have been drafted the next month.

Fingers digging into the sheets, you put down on your fingers, wanting to stop the tears from flowing, which were now staining your pillow. According to Nathan, he died two weeks ago, his funeral is later this week. How are people strong enough to put the ones they love in a coffin? Who has that kind of mental strength, certainly not you? If you had known the last time you hugged him would be the last time, perhaps you would have hugged him for a little longer.

The next few days until the funeral were spent inside your room. Every so often you went down to keep the fire going, but not much else. The day of the funeral, it was raining. The Davis family also attended, along with some others.

Your heart felt hollow looking at your father's grave. It’s hard to believe that he’s really gone. No more pep talks, no more asking about your family history…nothing.

A shaky hand on the tombstone, you begin to cry once again. Wet footsteps approach from behind. The free flowing rain now echoing over an umbrella.

You turn around, a tall figure stood behind you.

“I'm sorry for your loss.”

Jarrod Davis. He seemed to have sneaked away from his family to try an attempt at consoling you. There wasn’t any concern on his face, it was smug as always.

“Yeah…thanks…” you whisper, turning your head back to the tombstone.

“Well, you can’t stay here forever, come along now, we must join the others.”

You staying silent seemed to annoy him. He kept urging you to get up, not getting the hint that this was a funeral for your father, and that grief isn’t easy.

“Would you get off my back, why are you so adamant about me coming anyway?” you snap back, annoyed at his constant pestering.

“ I don’t want my future wife to be sprawled on the floor over a tombstone.”

You slowly blinked, confused. Did you just hear him correctly?

“Wife? What are you on about?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard? Your mother is planning on marrying us”.

Shuffling your feet on wet puddles, you stand up. You didn’t know if it was his words or the cold of the rain that made a chill go up your spine.

“You’re joking, that’s not funny.”

“You think so? Go ask, I’m sure that she’ll confirm whatever I say.”

You brush past him, chest heaving, as you walk through the cold rain to the building where the guests were. Your mother was talking to Davis', tears staining her cheeks, hands crumpling a tissue. Would it be wise to create a scene here?

“Mom…” you say, walking up to her, close enough to whisper, “I need to talk to you tonight.”

She looked directly in your eyes, she knew exactly what you were referring to. This hurt, the look in her eyes of certainty. She would have you married to someone you barely even knew, and for what?

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Later that night, when your family returned to your home, all hell broke loose.

“What do you mean I’m getting married?!” you exclaim, it felt like a vein was about to pop out of your throat.

“You insolent girl, I’m doing this for your own good!” she retorts, her nails digging into the wooden desk she leaned against.

“What good?! You’re just doing this because they’re rich! If you want money, I can get a job in the wizarding world-”

“Nonsense! I don’t want you going there again. Your father was a fool to send you there. Feed these ideas of magic in your head.”

“Calling a man a fool on his funeral, only you would have the nerve to do something like that.”

She looked at you with scorn after that comment. If looks could kill, you would have disintegrated into pieces.

“Jarrod is a nice boy, he will make an excellent husband, stop being so difficult.”

“I’m 16! I can’t get married, I have thing’s I want to do-!”

A sharp noise echoes throughout the room, stinging pain spreads across your cheek as you stumble backwards, hitting the bookshelf. Your hand goes to your cheek, holding it as you stare at your mother.

“Mom!” Nathan yells out, he attempts to get in between you and her, but he’s just pushed away.

“Stay out of this! This girl will learn her place in proper society, even if it means I beat some sense into her.”

You remain silent for the rest of the time she talks, barely listening to what she says. All you could think of was what was going to happen to you, to your siblings. Your mother seemed to be one foot in the grave herself with the way she’s acting.

After she went to bed, you crawled your way to your room, under the sheets once again. It was hard to tell which emotion you felt more at the moment. Anger? Sadness? Even emptiness may have been a good answer.

Tears didn’t even drop, maybe everything dried up from the constant crying throughout the week.

Closing your eyes shut, you hoped that when you woke up, you’d be back in your dorm room at Hogwarts. However, not too long later, you hear the door creak open. With the flash of lightning, it illuminated your little brother's face.

“Nathan?” you whisper, getting up from your lying position.

“You need to leave.” He says.

“What?” you’re puzzled, this was completely out of the blue, especially for him.

“Mom’s going to sell you off to the Davis’, so you have to leave, now.”

“Nathan, I can’t just leave, it’s not that easy. Where am I even supposed to go at this time of night?”

“Back to Hogwarts, where she can’t find you.”

He looked so hurt, you never saw him look like this. You pat the area next to you, he walks over and sits down. He’s grown so much over the past few years, it’s hard to recognize him sometimes.

“Nathan, it’s complicated, I know, but I’ll figure something out.”

“No, you can't. I heard her talking to them, and by the end of the year, they’re planning on making it official.”

A sense of dread now passes over you, it’s as if a dementor is trying to suck the life out of you. Remaining silent, you close your eyes for a minute, trying to think of a solution.

“If I leave, I need to take you and Dahlia with me. There’s no way you’re going to stay here with her.”

“Don’t worry about that. I talked to auntie Merin, she said she’d be happy to take us in.”

“That’s all the way in the countryside.”

He smiles, but you could see the pain behind the smile, “It beats living here.”

“Nathan…” the tears that felt as though they dried up now sprung forth as you embraced him.

“I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself to keep our family stable, that’s not fair on you. Dad would have never wanted this.”

“I miss him…you know” you whisper, holding him tighter.

“Me too, it felt like the light was drained from this place when he left…mom became unbearable.”

“You sure you don’t want to come with me? The wizarding world is a wonderful place. You and Dahlia would love it there.”

“No, that place isn’t for us. It’s for you.”

“Don’t say that…”

“It’s true, you’re a wizard. We’ll just get in your way.”

Letting go of the hug, you look at him. Did he really feel this way?

“But when you graduate, you can come visit anytime you want! You won’t need anyone's protection, and…maybe the war will be over by then.”

“Are you sure living in the countryside is for you?”

“It’ll be safer for us.”

After more discussion, you pack your things once more, earlier than you ever expected. This time, more things were added, seeing as how you had no intention of coming back to this place. Nathan helped you with the process, both of you enjoying the company of each other. It seemed a little melancholic, but it needed to be done.

You put on a coat over your clothes, ready to head out.

“Do you know how to send me letters via owl?” you ask him.

“Of course, I saw dad do it many times. I’ll write to you a lot.”

“And I’ll reply to each one.”

You head to Dahlia’s room, where she’s sleeping peacefully, kissing her on the head. Before exiting the house, you hug Nathan one last time, telling him to stay safe and tell if he needs anything.

“I’ll miss you.” he says, trying to hold back tears.

“I’ll miss you too, but I’ll visit, okay? This isn’t the last time, I promise.”

He nods, opening the door for you. You bring out your wand, holding it out in front of you. Not too long later, a rather tall bus appears in front of you at lightning speed. The doors open, a man greeting you and taking your luggage.

One foot inside the bus, you look behind you and see Nathan hugging the door. You wished the circumstances were different, you want them to come with you, but it just can’t happen right now.

You wave goodbye, and he returns it. Entering the bus, the door closes behind you, now moving extremely fast. The man asks for 11 sickles to get to Hogsmeade, which you give. Sitting down one of the beds, you look down at your hands, the feeling now setting in that you just left your family, your father is dead, and your mother has finally lost it. You begin to sob again, holding your face in your hands as the cries escape.

Things seemed so peaceful when the term started, why couldn’t they just stay that way?

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The knight bus came to a sudden stop, the destination was reached. After getting your luggage, you walk yourself to the castle. It was raining here too, not even bothering to use a spell to protect yourself, you walk to Hogwarts in pain and cold.

As you got closer and closer to the castle, the feeling of dread got larger, as if it was clouding your sense of being. Your vision became shaky as you walked on the floors of Hogwarts, wet footsteps following behind you. The great hall was just up ahead, you hold your cold wet fingers out to open the door, hoping there was someone there.

The door creaks as it opens. Christmas decorations lined the room, festive energy in the air. Your vision tries to focus itself on someone you could know, and there are two right in the middle of the room.

Dumbledore, who seemed to be talking with Tom. The creaking of the door alerts them as they see you holding onto the door for dear life, clothes soaking wet from the rain, head hung low.

“Y/n.” Dumbledore says, recognizing you immediately.

Tom also raises his brow, getting up from his seat. Your vision becomes blurry once more as your legs give out on you. Collapsing on the floor, you’re tired from everything that has happened. Your eyes close, welcoming the darkness.

Dumbledore and Tom are taken aback, both rushing towards you. Dumbledore holds you, trying to wake you up, but it doesn’t work. He yells to one of the other professors to get Crafince

You’re taken to the hospital wing, where Crafince immediately tries to figure out what’s wrong. She dries you up, making sure that you don't stay in your wet clothes. Dumbledore and Tom are across the room as Crafince works, wondering what could have happened to make you collapse on the floor.

After some time, Crafince makes her way over to them and gives her analysis.

“Cold skin, her eyes are swollen and there's a red mark on her cheek. It’s safe to say that she did not have fun at home.”

“You’re saying someone in her family did this?” Tom asks, his brows crinkling inward, looking rather annoyed.

“Possibly, she might have collapsed due to a combination of walking in the rain and stress. Give her some time and she’ll wake up, but for right now she needs rest, lots of it.” Crafince nods and leaves to attend to another.

“She always did talk about her mother being overbearing…” Dumbledore whispered, he looked over at Tom, who seems to have his gaze glued to you.

“Is there something on your mind?” Dumbledore asks.

Tom doesn’t answer, his eyes seem to look almost piercing as he stares at your sleeping form. It seems all too familiar to him, you being unconscious while he and Dumbledore watch from afar.

“Déjà vu…” he whispers.

“Pardon?” Dumbledore turns his head towards him, confused as to what he said.

“Nothing, I’ll be leaving now.”

Tom turns and leaves the hospital wing, his expression still confused. Dumbledore tries not to question him, more worried about your condition and what could have caused it. On the other hand, he’s glad that you made it back to Hogwarts without any serious injuries. He’d have to ask you what happened when you woke up.

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Hours upon hours later, you wake up. Throat dry, you erupt into a coughing fit, looking around to see where you were. The all too familiar walls of the hospital wing. Everything hit you like a ton of bricks, the events from the past week, last night, it screwed with your head.

“Ugh…” you latch onto your head, bringing it down to your knees.

“Someone’s awake.” Crafince walks up to your bed, a pitcher, and glass in hand. She pours a glass full of water and hands it to you.

You happily drink it, hoping it would soothe your throat.

“Looks like I made it…” you trail off, eyes wandering around the room.

“Yes you did, and you caused quite the scare for Dumbledore. Even Tom Riddle looked conflicted, and Merlin knows both of you aren’t peas in a pod.”

“He was worried?” your thumb traces the rim of the cup, listening to Crafince rant.

“Well he certainly didn’t look pleased when he saw you lying unconscious. Left right after I told both him and Dumbledore what happened.”

“Ah…” piecing the puzzle together wasn’t hard. He was the one who stayed by your side constantly when you were recovering from the Vampire attack when both of you traveled back in time.

“Enough of that, Dumbledore will come later on to ask you what happened. Right now you just need to take it easy.”

Sure enough, Dumbledore came a little later. He was relieved that you managed to wake up. After making sure you were okay, he immediately got to asking what happened while you were away.

Explaining every detail you could remember, you recall the events since leaving Hogwarts for winter break. Your dad dying, you almost being married to that cretin Jarrod, having to leave your family.

“I see… I am very sorry for what you’ve gone through.” Dumbledore offers his condolences, feeling true pity for you.

“I won’t be going outside the wizarding world anytime soon,” your nose scrunches as you feel the stinging sensation in your eyes, “It was really hard to leave my family…”

You brush your hand against your eyes, not wanting to cry anymore, or cry in front of someone for that matter. It’s just too much to go through the same emotions you’ve been repeating for the past week, but it couldn’t be helped.

“I’m sure it was, you’re very brave for leaving.”

“I don’t understand how something could crumble so quickly. Going home during breaks…even though there were bumpy roads, I looked forward to it. Seeing my family, my home…all that seems to be gone now.”

“Things may seem as though they will never return to normal, but I assure you, one day you will be reunited with your family. The world has been thrown into chaos, but we cannot lose hope, because if we do…that will be the beginning of the end.”

Dumbledore's words of comfort do work slightly, but they just couldn’t erase the heavy feeling over your heart. Seeing as how you were getting tired, he left you to rest, leaving the hospital wing. You turn onto your side, facing towards the window as you contemplate once more. Everything seemed still at the moment, as if even time had stopped. Closing your eyes, you hoped that you would drift into a lovely dream where you didn’t have to worry about anything.

Not too long after, you fell asleep. The hospital wing was empty, only you remained in the room, for now. When dusk broke, someone else entered the hospital wing, Crafince nagging behind them.

“You should know better to mess with potions without a professor present!” she exclaims, her voice bouncing off the walls, making you wake up.

You push yourself up, rubbing your eyes to see who it was she was yelling at. After focusing, you noticed the familiar hair of black and simple clothing.

“What happened?” you ask, still half asleep.

Both of them take notice of you, Crafince being the first to speak up.

“Riddle right here made a mess in a potions classroom and injured his arm,” She says, rubbing ointment on his arm, “sit here, I need to get gauze.”

She leaves the room, the giant doors shutting behind her. Silence filled the room, you didn’t know if you should strike up a conversation. Both of you aren’t on the best terms, but things were looking up before they went down again…

“I didn’t know you could mess up on potions.” you say, hoping that it wouldn’t offend him.

You could hear a scoff covered laugh, “this potion was different.”

“Different enough for you not to consult a professor?”

He turned to look at you. You half expected a gaze of vexation, but that wasn’t it. He for once looked relaxed. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he frowning, he just looked like a normal person.

“I suppose that was a mistake on my part, a mistake of which I am paying the consequences for.” He stares down at his arm that is covered in ointment.

“How bad is the pain?”

“Do you want a scale?”

“Out of ten.”

Tom closes his eyes and lets out a huff of a laugh, he seems to find the notion of you wanting a scaled rating of his pain amusing.

“A four, nothing too serious. I just think Crafince doesn’t enjoy patching people up during winter break.”

“Or maybe she thought that someone as responsible as you couldn’t do something so reckless. What made you want to experiment with such a dangerous potion anyway?” you hang your feet over the bed, wanting to face him.

“Curiosity, just something I wanted to try.”

“Never thought I’d see the day that Tom Riddle would mess up at potions.” you gave him a crooked smile, mainly due to your drowsy state.

He locked eyes with you, face still stoic, “don’t get used to it.”

Madam Crafince returns, cutting the conversation short.

“What are you doing, get your feet back onto the bed!” She waves her hand towards you, then turns back to Tom, “The ointment won’t heal you completely, so stay here for a few hours, so I can check on you to see if you’re recovering correctly.”

“Spending the night in the hospital wing? Forget it-” Tom attempts to get up, however madam Crafince has other plans when she pushes Tom back down.

“Young man, I will only say this once. Stay here until the wound has shown signs of improvement.”

Tom stayed silent, not wanting to argue with someone who won't change her mind. He scoots back onto the bed and lays down while Crafince continues to patch him up.

“Another thing, I better not see the both of you fighting in here. Any show of shooting magic at each other and the both of you can patch your injuries in the courtyard.” Crafince gives both of you a stern look as she leaves.

Silence fills the air once more, to the point where you think you could hear the snow falling outside. You stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep, thinking of what you were going to do once the term starts again.

Tom closes his eyes, but his curiosity just could not let him rest until he asks you what happened.

“So, why did you come back here?” He asks.

You raise your brows at the question, not expecting him to ask.

“My dad died in the war.”

Tom didn’t say anything, but he did open his eyes at the confession. He looks towards you, seeing how you’re struggling to keep talking.

“My mom tried to marry me off to a rich snob, I had to leave my family…”

No tears fell during this round of reminiscence, but your heart still stung talking about it. Tom stayed silent for some time before saying something.

“I find the notion that someone would agree to marry you a little ridiculous”

“Seriously, you’re making jokes now?” You roll your eyes, the somber feeling leaving you as you turn your attention to your fellow injured student who had horrible timing with jokes.

“Take it as me trying to lighten the mood. I don’t even have to look at you to know that you were about to cry.”

“Terrible timing, you have terrible timing.”

Tom closed his eyes once more, “Maybe I do.”

“And you didn’t know that I was about to cry, my voice didn’t even shake when I was talking.”

“I think I’ve known you long enough to tell when you’re trying to act like the hero. Pretending it’s not bothering you even though it is.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. He isn’t wrong, he’s one of the people who’s seen you at your worst and at your best. Despite the usual bad blood between the both of you, it’s hard to deny that he probably does know you better than you think he does.

Pulling the blanket over you, you lay down once more. The room felt cold, reaching over for your wand, you cast Incendio at the barren fireplace. The flames let out light crackles, its warmth spreading throughout the room. You close your eyes, hoping to get some rest, Tom does the same.

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The next morning when you wake up, Tom is already gone. It’s not like you expected him to stay, his injury wasn’t that serious, or that’s what you thought. Crafince would be around for the morning check up in a little, if she thinks that you’ve recovered enough to leave the hospital wing then this will hopefully be your last time laying in this bed.

In the meantime you space out, thinking about your siblings and what they may be doing. Would your aunt be taking care of them properly? No owls came yet, so you can only imagine that things are going well.

The door creaks open, Crafince approaching you. She immediately gets to work, giving a thorough check-up.

“Well, it seems as though you’ve recovered well. You’re free to go, but take it easy, and don’t go outside just yet, it’s still too cold.”

You leave and go back to your dorm room. It’s fairly empty since your friends are still on winter break. Your suitcases and any luggage you managed to bring are neatly set beside your bed, waiting to be opened. A new fresh pair of clothes wouldn’t hurt, it beats wearing whatever hospital gown you have on right now.

Strolling down the hallways, you thought of ways you could pass time before the classes resume. What could Hogwarts have to offer during winter break anyway? Turning a corner, you run into someone.

“Tch, you have a knack for running into people. Perhaps you should look before you walk.”

“Isn’t it too early in the morning for you to act like a dick?”

Tom’s lips slanted, not amused by you snapping back at him.

“And who else have I run into?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“That golden retriever hufflepuff boy of yours, I care not to remember his name.”

“Archer? But that was before winter break even started. Wait, were you watching us?”

“I just happened to be passing by, you’re not interesting enough for me to keep an eye on.”

You inhale sharply, reminding yourself that it would be useless trying to argue with him right now.

“Whatever.” You brush past him.

Tom takes a deep breath before turning around, “Wait.”

You stop walking, looking at him, wondering what he wants. He looks like he’s seriously struggling with what he wanted to say.

“I need your help with something…” he says.

You raise your brows, taken aback by his sudden need for assistance after saying all of that to you.

“With what?”

“Just follow me, I can’t talk about it here.”

Tom begins to walk away, expecting you to follow him. You stand still for a moment, shocked that he would expect for you to listen to him. After contemplating for a few moments, you decide to go, it’s not like there’s anything better to do.

He leads you down to the Slytherin dungeons. A place you aren’t a complete stranger too, but it’s not exactly the go-to place to hang out either. What could he possibly want anyway?

He opens a door that was shrouded in darkness, it cracks open, revealing a room with a ton of books and a small table. Potion supplies seemed to be scattered around the room, one vial was still dripping with something.

“So, why are we here?” you ask as he closes the door behind the both of you.

“I need help cleaning this up.”

You scoff, “you need me to help you clean up? Get real, I’m out of here.”

He grabs you by your wrist, restricting your movement.

“It takes two people to clean the mess that… I made.”

You think for a moment, piecing things together, “Wait, is there where you got hurt?” looking around the room once more, you noticed that things looked like they were left in a hurry, “What were you making?”

“I can’t tell you that, but I can tell you that I need you to help me clean it up.”

He lets you go, but you walk backwards, back against the wall.

“Look, I don’t want to get involved with whatever experiment you were doing here, I’m not going to be an accomplice.”

“And I suppose you dragging me to the astronomy tower when we were younger and getting me into trouble doesn’t cross your mind? You owe me.”

“Really? I went into the forbidden forest as a punishment, I don’t owe you anything.”

He blocks the door, by the look in his eyes he really does seem desperate for your help.

“First…tell me what the hell happened here.” you say.

“I can’t go into detail, but let’s just say it was a potion to protect something, and it backfired.”

“Backfired is an understatement, Crafince said it looked like your arm was burned pretty badly.”

“That’s beside the point, I need to get rid of it.”

“How am I supposed to help with that?”

Tom takes out his wand, pointing it at the door, “Colloportus”

The door locks, unable to be opened by manual means. You didn’t really get why he had to go to such measures, and not like he’d tell you anyway.

He takes out two vials from a box on the floor, one was colored green while the other seemed to be a foggy gray.

He held up the foggy gray potion, “I was working on this, but forgot a crucial step, and that’s how I got burned.”

“I’m guessing the crucial step has something to do with the green stuff?”

He nods, opening the corks of both the vials. He pours the green into the other vial, mixing it slowly. The potion turns green fully, glowing inside the poorly lit room.

“Now it won’t hurt me, physically at least,” he stares at you while holding the vial, “I need you to stand watch while I drink it.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head at the idea. Immediately, you rush over to him, attempting to get the vial out of his hand.

“Are you crazy?! That thing burned your arm and now you want to ingest it?” you try to reach for the potion, but he holds it above his head.

“I told you, It’s safe now. I was just being an idiot last night.” He pushes you back slightly.

“Okay, you’re still crazy. Why do I need to be here to witness it?”

“To make sure that I don’t do anything reckless.”

Your brows furrow at his reasoning. He’s a smart person, yet he’s doing something so incredibly stupid that you just can't wrap your mind around it.

“What am I supposed to do then, watch?” you ask, hesitant to hear his answer.

“Yes, but if things start getting out of your control, you have to subdue me.”

Usually a part of you would rejoice in the thought of knocking him out cold, but under these circumstances it just felt…wrong. He starts bringing the potion to his lips, but before he could drink it, you stop him again.

“Wait! What’s it going to do to you?”

“If made correctly, it’ll induce fear and pain, amongst other things.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? What’s the point? I don't understand.”

Tom swirls the potion once more, “You don’t need to, just stand by, and if things get out of control…you know what to do.”

Tom tilts his head back, drinking the potion in one full swing. His eyes dart open, his face contorting as he forces himself to drink the potion completely. After the last drop rolls down his throat, he drops the potion vial, it shatters on contact with the floor. He coughs repeatedly, backing up until his back hits the bookshelf behind him. The books topple over, falling down, Tom slides down with them.

You shuffle over closer to him, but he holds his arm out, telling you to stay away. He begins to pant, his nails digging into the floorboards. Groans leave his mouth, it sounds as if he’s being tortured. It’s hard to watch and hear, and despite the fact that things aren’t out of control at the moment, it’s hard to not step in and help.

He lets out an agonizing groan, holding his head in his hands. You turn your head back and forth, contemplating on what you should do. Yes he’s an asshole and makes your life a living hell sometimes, but Merlin you just can’t stand and watch this happen!

You rush over to him, despite his protests. Kneeling down, you hold his face in your hands, his eyes closed shut, sweat forming on his brows as he thrashes around.

“ill…me…” he whispers in between disgruntled groans.

“What?” you ask, trying to keep him steady.

“Kill me!” he yells in an agonizing way. His eyes look as though he’s pleading for you to finish the job. It terrified you to see him like this.

Tom Riddle, someone who’s usually so composed and well put together, is asking for you to kill him.

“I’m not going to kill you-!” you begin to fight against his hands who try to push you away, but you won’t have any of it.

“Do it…do it now!” he yells once more, the pain in his eyes now turning into anger.

You hold your wand in your hand, pointing the tip at him, “Incarcerous!”

Ropes shootout and bind him, rendering him unable to move. He continues to groan and cry as he lies on the floor. You stand up, holding your hand to your mouth as you recall the scene that just happened. It was one of the most frightening things you had witnessed, and that might partially have to do with the fact that it was Tom that was going through all this pain.

Some time later, he passes out, still bound by rope. You sit in an old wooden chair, watching over him as his breath grows easy. Relieved that it was over, you still couldn’t wrap your mind around what made him do what he did.

After what felt like ages, Tom started to wake up. The pain that once consumed him was no longer there, he felt slightly relieved. You notice him shuffling on the ground, immediately releasing him of the rope.

“Are you okay?” you ask, kneeling down to his level.

“Mnn… I’m fine…” he says, attempting to stabilize himself.

After he felt like he could sit without falling down, he looked over at you. You still look worried about him, and it’s very apparent on your face.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He says.

“Why? Do you not appreciate that I’m worried about you? What state of mind do you need to be in to do something like that?!” you yell.

He’s taken aback by your sudden shift in tone, not expecting you to raise your voice so suddenly.

“I just needed to test something out, stop mulling over it.”

“You were writhing in pain and crying, what’s so important that you needed to subject yourself to that much pain?”

“If I had known that you were going to be so annoying about this, I would have done it myself.”

That hurt, a little more than it should have. You didn’t know why it hurt, almost anything that came out of his mouth was an insult, you should be used to it by now. Standing up, you grab your wand and begin to walk out of the room. The cold air of the Slytherin dungeons welcome you as you pace yourself across the cold, barren hallway.

You hear a thump behind you, turning around you see Tom slumped against the wall trying to catch up with you.

“Wait-” he says, hand on the wall trying to walk.

“What are you doing, you can’t walk.” You stand still, arms crossed as you watch him attempting to get closer to you.

“Doesn’t help that you’re so far away now.”

“The only person you have to blame for that is yourself.” you begin to walk away again, but once more you hear a thud and stop.

Tom is on his knees, head hung low, and he tries to catch his breath. You take a moment to consider, in a second you walk up to him, kneeling down to his level.

“And now you owe me,” throwing his arm around your shoulder, you balance him against you as you begin to walk, “Where is your dorm room?”

“Just…keep going until you see the big black doors.” he’s sluggish in his movement, which makes it that much harder to walk with him.

The both of you arrive at the doors of the common room. Tom utters the password, which makes you roll your eyes. Only the Slytherins would have “pure blood” as their password.

The Slytherin common rooms are elegant. Cold emerald green covered the room, the room felt rather hollow despite the vast amount of furnishings that were placed in the room. Luckily, there was nobody there, or else you’d be in for one hell of an earful about entering another house's common room.

You miraculously walk Tom all the way to his dorm room, practically throwing him onto his bed. He groans in pain as you take a deep breath, glad to be rid of the excess weight that was on your side.

“Good riddance.” you mumble, heading towards the door.

Before you could get away, Tom waves his wand, locking the door with a spell. You shake the door handle but to no avail. Frustrated, you stare at him while he scoots himself to sit down.

Rolling your eyes, you take out your wand, about to use a spell to open the door, but he disarms you instead.

“What- what the hell is wrong with you? Just go to sleep already!” you exclaim, clearly frustrated by his antics.

“I need to know, before you go, that you won’t tell anyone about what happened today.”

“What? Do you think I'm going to go running to Dumbledore or Dippet and tell them that the star student of Slytherin, the masterful prefect, is actually a psycho that drinks dangerous potions that make him writhe in agony??”

“Yes.”

“Ugh!” you just want to get away from him already, but knowing him he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure that you don’t.

“I won't tell, now let me go.”

“I need your word.”

“You have my word. Now let me leave.”

Tom waves his wand and unlocks the door, you leave as soon as the door clicks open. Rushing down the stairs, you think of how relieved you’re going to be out of the Slytherin dungeons once and for all.

While making your way down the stairs, your heart stops when you see the main door open. Stopping in your tracks, you watch like a deer in headlights as someone walks in. You’re somewhat relieved when you see it’s just Slughorn, but that doesn’t make it any better.

Slughorn takes notice of you and is just as surprised to see you as you are to see him.

“Ms. L/n, what are you doing here?” he asks.

“I…um… I was just…helping someone.” there isn’t enough time to come up with a decent lie. Stupid Tom, if he didn’t play that damn game of keeping you locked in his room, you could have avoided this.

“Helping someone, who?”

Dammit Slughorn, why can’t you just ignore what’s happening?

“You see…”

“She was helping me, professor.”

Looking to the top of the stairs, you see Tom staring down, intervening in the conversation.

“Oh, Tom! Well what were the both of you doing?”

“Just some school work, it’s not that big of a deal.” you let out somewhat of an awkward laugh, the unpleasant tension feeling like it's pressing down on your chest.

“Well I suppose that’s fine but…why does it have to be here, in the dorm rooms?”

Your nails are digging into your palms, the longer this goes on the more awkward it’s going to get.

“That’s a little private, professor-” Tom begins his excuse but is quickly cut off.

“It was just a school matter, Professor Slughorn! I apologize for intruding in the Slytherin common room space, it won’t happen again!” you power walk past Slughorn, opening the door and slamming it shut behind you, leaving a bewildered Slughorn and an indifferent Tom behind you.

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Over the next few days, you do your best to avoid Tom as much as possible. The new term would be starting soon, so more people filling the halls of Hogwarts would help. You sit next to one of the windows in the hallways, watching the snow fall, thinking of how you’re going to make it through the next semester. The wounds from your fathers' death are still fresh.

You play with the bracelet that he always told to keep with you, this now being one of the last mementos that you have of him. He never got to tell you why it was so important in the first place, perhaps it was a family heirloom?

The feelings of loneliness and sadness came in waves. One moment you think that you’re fine, and the next you’re here…staring out and contemplating life. An owl did come from Archer a few days ago. It said that Aunt Merin was very kind to them and that they were adjusting well to life in the countryside. It made you smile knowing that your siblings were safe, but it stung your heart knowing that your family was now separated. He didn’t write about what happened with your mother, but knowing her, she probably sought refuge with the Davis family, if they’d even accept her.

When winter break finally did end, you reunited with your friends. Telling them of what a “wonderful” break you had. Immediately showered with their hugs, you felt a little better, knowing that you had such incredible people around you.

“So you went inside the Slytherin common rooms?” Azalea asks, kicking her feet back and forth on her bed.

“Azzy! Is that what you’re really focusing on?” Naomi butts in, a little astonished at Azalea’s attempt to change the topic back to your adventures in the dungeons.

“No, it’s fine, I need to get my mind off of it anyway,” you give a small smile before continuing, “Yeah, I went there, Slughorn caught me trying to leave, it was so…awkward.”

“I bet it’ll be even more awkward when you see him in potions again tomorrow.” Melissa laughs, her teasing just makes you groan even more at the thought.

“Don’t remind me, not only is Slughorn the professor, but that damn Tom is in my class too!” throwing a pillow over your face, you groan as loud as you can.

“I don’t think it’ll be too bad, just try your best to ignore them.” Naomi says.

“Yeah, just make a polyjuice potion and you can do whatever you want.” Azzy gives her two cents, although it may not be the best of advice.

“Disgusting, they always taste so gross. It’s better to just do what you need to do, y/n. Potions is only twice a week.” Melissa gives you a smile, trying to make you feel better.

Spending the rest of the night talking, the four of you fall asleep mid-conversation, still in your day clothes. It makes for a rude awakening in the morning when your body feels stiff from sleeping in weird positions. It can’t be helped, classes still need to be attended.

Getting transfiguration over and done with, you head over to potions, which you’re dreading. You hope whoever is watching over you to please not let Lela and her gang be there. It’s too early in the new semester for a fight to break

out, and you did not have the energy to indulge her in whatever she has to say.

Luckily for you, they weren’t there. The class was getting full quickly, and you took a seat in the back of the class, avoiding any unneeded attention from the two people you desperately did not want to interact with. Luckily today was just a review day. Multiple things were revised, none of which you took special interest in. You almost fell asleep at one point, but tried to stay awake, fighting the slumber.

When class was over, you were the first out the door, making your way down the hallway as quickly as you could. You’re suddenly pulled to a stop when you feel someone's hand on your wrist, keeping you from moving. You turn back to see who it was, and to a pleasant surprise, it’s Archer.

“Hey…sorry for grabbing you like that. I just needed to talk.”

He lets go of your wrist, looking as sweet as ever. Tom was right about one thing, he truly did give off golden retriever energy.

“It’s no problem, what is it?”

“Well firstly… I heard about what happened to you over winter break. I’m really sorry.”

You close your eyes to think of how he could have possibly found out, coming to only one possible conclusion, “Did Azalea tell you?”

“Yeah, she said something about it during herbology.”

“Well…thanks for reaching out, it means a lot.”

“Of course. And listen, if you don’t feel up to hanging out anymore, we could put it off until you’re feeling better.”

“No, no! I could really use that to hang out actually, a distraction would be really nice.”

He smiles, showing his teeth slightly. Who knew that a person showing the smallest bit of happiness could warm your heart so much?

“Great, we could do it this weekend? Since it won’t be too busy.”

“I’d like that, sounds like a date.”

Your smile is suddenly wiped off your face when you realize what you just said. A date? Does he consider it a date? Wait, do you even consider it a date, it just slid right out of your mouth like butter on a pan.

“I mean, it’s not a date, it’s-” you try to fix your supposed mistake, but to no avail.

“A date? Hmm… I like the sound of that, actually. It’s a date then.”

He actually agreed to it, well that went better than expected.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Since the next class was starting soon, both of you went your separate ways. You wished that the conversation didn’t have to end so soon, but it couldn’t be helped.

The same process repeated in your next class, just staring off into space while the professor lectured. By the end of the class, your notes were just a mess of words that didn’t even belong together. You’d have to ask someone for their notes another time. Something about the first day back just felt so tiring for some reason.

It also didn’t help that you still couldn’t get your mind off of well…the different things that occurred since winter break started. Stopping by one of the bridges, you peer off into the distance watching as different areas of the ground get covered in fresh snow.

“Oh dad…if only I knew.” you play with your bracelet again. In the span of a week, you managed to lose both of your parents. You wondered if your mom even cared that you ran away, you wished that the relationship between the both of you was better. Perhaps after you were done with Hogwarts you could have worked on that, but that’s not exactly possible anymore.

The chill sweeps inward, brushing against you. Wrapping your robe around yourself tightly, you walk away.

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The weekend came quickly, which was a relief. The weather remained the same, which caused for an extra thick jacket while you were waiting for Archer so the both of you could head to the three broomsticks.

Archer came in the most surprising way possible, on a flying broomstick.

“Hey, I didn’t know they were starting quidditch this early.” you say, taking in what you were seeing.

“They aren’t, I managed to sneak one of the brooms, so we could go flying to Hogsmeade.”

“You what?! You know broomsticks are only permitted on the quidditch pitch.”

“I know, which is why you should hop on quickly, before any of the professors notice that I’m flying a little too close to the castle.”

He lowers himself so that it’ll be easier to get on, you grab onto his shoulders as you position yourself, sitting down as comfortably as you can.

“Remember the last time we flew together?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“Well let’s say I’ve gotten a little faster since then, hold on.”

You take his words to heart, almost digging into his skin as he launches off. You couldn’t help but let out a scream at how fast he was going. The cold weather just made you want to squeeze your eyes shut even more, afraid that a snowflake was going to penetrate your eye if you weren't careful. Even when you played quidditch you weren’t this fast, where did he get this need for speed?

Getting the courage to finally open your eyes, you look down, taking in the sights of Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks wasn’t too far, and he seemed to be slowing down quite a bit compared to his initial speed. Getting closer to ground level, he allowed you to step off first before he did.

“We made it, sorry if it scared you.” he smiles, the cold coloring the apples of his cheeks a slight pink.

“Well, I lived,” you begin to laugh, walking into the pub, “But how were you able to fly that fast?”

“It’s a new broom, I got it for Christmas and decided to take it for a test drive.”

“This was your test drive? With me on it?”

“Well I figured I’d might as well have company when I take it for a ride, and who better than a fellow quidditch player.”

Both of you take a seat, the waiter handing you menu’s.

“And what if the broom malfunctioned, then both of us would be face down in the snow, and I don’t think Crafince wants to see me any time soon.” you browse the menu, smiling to yourself.

“It’s a new broom, an expensive one at that, there would be no malfunctioning, and if there was… I could make it up with a free Butterbeer.”

You put down your menu, staring at him with a raised brow, “Free? It only costs two sickles, not five galleons.”

“Worth a shot.”

The both of you get some food and continue to talk. Most of the conversations just revolved around reminiscing about the past. You don’t think about previous years at Hogwarts too much, but talking about all the fun things does bring back memories.

“Remember when you launched a book at me during first year?” He asks, smiling as he bites down onto his food.

“I hoped you’d have forgotten about that, not one of my best moments…”

Archer laughs, the noise was almost magic itself,“ What, I like remembering things from when we were younger. Like how I taught you how to ride a broom.”

“True, I have you to thank for being able to do so well in quidditch.”

Archer rests his head on his hand, swirling the drink in his cup with the other, “It’s crazy how we’re in our 5th year. Two more years and we’ll be out of Hogwarts.”

“Don’t go having a midlife crisis on me now, we’re way too young to be thinking about that.”

“I am not having a crisis, I’m just simply stating that time goes by so quickly. I mean one minute I’m being pummeled in the face by a book and the next I'm on a date with the same person who launched it at me.”

Your face heats up slightly, the tone of his voice is so suave, the words sliding off of his tongue with ease. You clear your throat, attempting to come up with something to say.

“Well…life has unexpected turns and twists. I’m not complaining about this turn of events.”

“Ahaha, I wasn’t expecting you to get flustered about me saying that.”

You bite the inside of your cheeks. It’s not easy to hide your emotions these days, curses for not having better control.

“I’m not flustered- I’m just…” you couldn’t even think of a proper response. Hoping that he’d just gloss over this, you stop talking, looking down at your Butterbeer.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute, and we'll…getting you flustered was my goal.” He takes a sip of his drink, still maintaining eye contact with you.

The back and forth between the both of you went on for a while, before you knew it, it had gotten dark outside. Hitching a ride back to Hogwarts on Archer's broom, he drops you off at one of the arched cloister bridges before flying back to the quidditch pitch to return his broom.

It was dark now, the chill of winter began to creep up on you. Closing your jacket around yourself, you began to walk. The bridge seemed especially creepy at night, but the torches provided some comfort. While walking, you heard something move against the stone walls, turning around you were greeted with a friendly face.

“Orion!” you gleamed, happy to see your snake companion. She had developed a habit of running off, which caused you to worry since she was still a relatively small snake compared to others of her species.

Reaching out your hand, you try to get her to climb on, but she ignores you, slithering away to the shadow shrouded area of the bridge. You watch as she goes, a little hurt, but that feeling fades when you hear footsteps approach from the shadows.

Little by little, the figure is unveiled. Shined black boots, green accents on the dark robe, a green tie to match. You seemed to find him in the most riveting and oddest spots in the castle.

Tom held Orion, she wrapped herself around his arm. Your brows furrow, confused as to why she would ignore you and go for him instead.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his eyes not breaking contact with yours, even when Orion begins to slither around his shoulder.

“I was taking a walk.”

Since Tom is a prefect, if he knew that Archer stole a broom from the quidditch equipment, it would spell trouble.

“This late? People are having dinner, shouldn’t you go eat too?”

“Yeah, I just needed some fresh air before I ate. The Great Hall can be stuffy sometimes.” You tried to remain stoic, but it seemed that your eyes gave you away.

Tom began to walk closer to you until he was in front of you. He places his index finger under your chin and lifts your head so that you look up at him.

“It’s not nice to lie.” he says, his expression remaining neutral.

“I’m not, I just didn’t feel well.”

He pulls his hand away, now analyzing you, “In that case, go eat dinner. The hall will close soon, and besides…this area grows especially cold this time of year.”

It was odd, was he showing genuine kindness? Could it be that he wants to maintain a good relationship, so you don’t tell anyone about that incident in the potions closet?

Before you could reply, Orion hissed and slithered off. You attempted to rush after her, but Tom held onto your wrist, restraining you.

“No need, she will be back.” He says, attempting to provide reassurance.

“But-!”

“It’s nothing, it’s just something that snakes do. She’ll be back.”

You look at him for a moment, then nod your head. He did seem like a snake charmer at one point, so maybe he does know a thing or two about her behavior.

Tom’s hands felt warm against your wrist, which was cold due to not bringing any gloves with you on your adventure to Hogsmeade. He lets go of his grip eventually, your hand cascading down back to your side.

“You should go now, while there’s still food out.” He says.

You nod and brush beside him, walking down the bridge again. Thunder roared from a distance, a storm was brewing. You look at him one last time as you walk, he seems to be staring off into the distance, but for a second he turns his head and both of you look at each other. You continue to walk, and before you know it, you can’t see him anymore.

The drizzle of rain can be heard from the roof of the bridge, along with the raindrops that bounce against the sides of the bridge. The warmth of the castle welcomed you as you entered through the doors.

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AN:

Hellooo! I want to say, thank you ALL for your kind words regarding the hiatus of this story, as well as your support! Things have gotten busy for me in life, so I haven't been able to dedicate as much time into my creative habits as I would like. I have never forgotten once about this story, or any other story I have in my drafts for the matter. Little by little I write, and I admit at times I did lose motivation and have writers block, but I do mean it when your comments and messages have helped me jump that hurdle and put something out. I hope you enjoy the new chapter, which I have made my longest by far (10k words!), and I am sorry for the wait :)). Thank you for your vigorous amount of support once again!

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shrewfern · 12 days ago

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it’s been more than three days since i’ve been online, yk what that means: new hl oc yayyyy

ok so her name is agnes black and she’s transfem yippee. she’s not the mc, but much rather an acquaintance. by the time the mc and agnes meet, she already appears feminine and the mc really doesn’t know she’s trans. everyone else in the school does though, and it’s kinda this unspoken thing.

she gets picked on for this, and somewhere near the middle-ish of the main story, a whole mizu5/ena5 happens.

if you don’t know what i’m talking about, mizu5/ena5 is a reference to the game project sekai; mizuki is trans, but that isn’t revealed until their fifth focus event where some random kid basically drops their secret in front of ena. mizuki, being afraid everyone would reject them for their gender, runs away and isn’t seen for months. ena however doesn’t give a shit that mizuki is trans. one day, the two run into eachother and mizuki has a total breakdown and ena grabs their hands and says (i’m paraphrasing a translation) “people may point and judge and laugh at us, but none of it would ever compare to the pain of losing you” and then they’re friends again and mizuki is back yay.

she really struggles with her identity, and i really want to zoom in on that with her character arc: her mother always wanted a daughter and tried for years to have one, but all her pregnancies ended short. the one kid she did have – a bastard-affair child, might i add – is a boy. her mother, as well as the rest of her family, shunned her, her mother for her gender and her family for being a bastard. not to mention, she’s a black (her last name inherited from her father’s side) in ravenclaw. shun, shun, shun!

if you ask her why she’s trans, why she’s really trans, she won’t be able to put a finger on the real reason, though.

after years of refusing to accept herself, she finally learns to do so with the help of the mc. it’s a lengthy process, but it happens.

to sum it all up, listen to guchirei’s “abnormality dancin’ girl”.

ofc being trans isn’t her only character trait. she’s really nice and kinda shy; she’s one of those w people who’s abusive past makes them super nice and understanding. she loves animals and cooking and baking even though her ass can NOT make a meal or treat without blowing up the castle. she tries though <3

sorry if this reads like shit, i didn't proof-read it. anyways uhhh i’ll draw her later ok bye <333

#i’ve got another oc in the oven btw if you even care #tw silly #hogwarts legacy #hl #hogwarts legacy oc #hl oc #agnes black

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ynandfics · 7 months ago

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Imagine: you’re a Black, but you end up in Ravenclaw.

“What the fuck?” I hear whispers already.

“She can’t be here. One’s already in Gryffindor, you know what happens in their family? You’re out.” I heard someone else whisper.

“Yes thank you, for your service in ignorance. I would love to fill you in on how the family actually runs but I feel that I may hit a nerve on the first day.” I spoke to the person, a boy-a certain family that mine does not wish to entertain.

“Oh please Black, we know the second you parents catch wind of you being in Ravenclaw they’ll burn you off the bloody tree like they did your brother” Oh how fun is it to make an enemy on the first day.

“No, my parents have a specific interest with him being in Gryffindor. Me being in Ravenclaw, well I have Barty and Pandora which I’m sure they will appreciate a friendly face. Bye Bye now” I turned around to find both of the people I had just mentioned.

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Y/n Black how DARE you get into Ravenclaw. We specifically told you to get Slytherin like the rest of the family.

Either way, we expect all your efforts and grades to be extremely positive and no detentions this semester.

We will see you and the boys at Christmas time.

Signed

Walburga & Orion Black

I looked up from my bed, I had 3 other girls in my room as well. We all seemed to get along really well and then the owl came with this little letter.

“What does it say?” The girl closest to me asks.

“Uh basically just says that is was a shame I got in Ravenclaw, I need to make sure all my grades are perfect and that I have no detentions and that they’ll see me and my brothers at Christmas” I gulped.

“That’s a pretty loaded letter from something so short” one of the other girls said. I put away the letter carefully, it wasn’t a howler so this was a reminder that I needed.

“Well they’re pretty loaded people” I say and laugh airily. “I might go find my brother, I have a feeling they got the same letters”

“Okay, be safe though” I headed the warning and walked out our dorm.

#ravenclaw #gryffindor #slytherin #mauraders era

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themermaidsdragon · 2 years ago

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The Professor and the Soon-to-be Nurse

Warnings: Underage Sex, Age Difference, Teacher-Student Relationship, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Forbidden Love

Summary:

Daisy was feeling so defeated...all her life she dreamed of finding love at Hogwarts and here she was in her last year of Hogwarts... single! and the cherry on top is she just found out her best friend is engaged! of course she is happy for her but she can't help but feel jealous! running off to cry in private who should comfort her but her favorite defense against the dark arts teacher Vernon Wells... or D.A.D.A for short. will they stay together even though her darling professor feels conflicted, or will daisy be left heartbroken once again?

Notes:

This is another guy added to our D&D anthology smut series. This will be the last one for now and like the rest we will update a new chapter for all the guys each weekend. With Adelia getting married in this one we left it vague enough for you to choose who she is marrying. Go read all of our other stories to choose. And again, thank you all for reading :) We love doing this and we expect to do this for quite a while especially the more guys that get introduced in our game!

Chapter 1: Is it D.A.DA or Daddy?

Daisy wakes up her 7th year feeling really down. This was her last year at Hogwarts. She was already halfway through the year, and what did she have to show for it? Yes she had good grades in all her classes, and yes, she knew what she wanted to do after school, but that wasn't it. She felt like she missed out on the relationship part.

Ughhh I mean Adelia has been with her man for like 3 years now! We are so close that she told me she lost her virginity at 16, yet here I am. Nothing. Haven’t lost my virginity and haven’t found a guy yet. I mean I have found the opportunity to sometimes, but it just never worked out. First there was Theo in the first year, but he turned out to be more like a brother. I’m sure he thought I didn’t find him attractive but that's not it. I genuinely just didn’t see him romantically. Plus, I ruined that friendship anyway, since I thought, he was lying to me about liking me because I knew he didn't like half-bloods, or so I thought. Then there was Justin in the third year, but he just was really into his studies, always wanting to just be around learning together, but I wasn't into that. I wanted to go out and explore and have fun. He was a Ravenclaw though so that makes sense. He came to me asking why it couldn’t work through and what was I supposed to say? So I was vague and just said it wouldn’t work. Then in the sixth year there was Calenhad. I just wasn’t looking for that relationship where the guy wants to act all mean and not express his true feelings and I have to fight to make him. Fuck that. Ughhhhh why are guys so complicated? Who am I kidding? Maybe I'm just being picky. I just want a solid man that will say what they want and actually want to be with me, and we both do things we want to do in life but are there for each other. Is that too much to ask?

Daisy snaps out of her thoughts when she hears her friend Adelia walk in.

“Hey Daisy!”

“Oh, hey Adelia what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask you a question in private.”

“Is everything okay, are you hurt? Do you need help with something?”

“Yes. No. And kindddaaa”. Adelia holds up her left hand and shows off a giant diamond ring to Daisy. “He proposed and I said yes! I know we are only 18 but when you know you know right?”

“Oh my goooooood” Daisy grabs her finger to get a closer look.

“I was wondering if you will be my maid of honor?”

“Yes yes of course I will.”

They hug and Daisy starts to feel her eyes well up and she tries to hold them back quickly. Without making eye contact she gets up and throws on clothes super-fast.

“Wow, I'm so happy for you. I ..just..need to go to the library I forgot to finish my homework for potions class…and ya I totally wanna talk about everything and all the details but igottago bye loveyou.”

Daisy rushes out of the room and heads to the only place no one will come looking for her or even find right now.

Married?! I mean come on seriously i mean i know she was always a year older than me so 18 isn't super crazy. But we aren't even out of school yet!! And don't get me wrong i'm so happy for her but I just wish I could find someone too.

Daisy couldn’t hold it back anymore; the tears fell down her face as she made her way down the hall. Daisy finally makes it to her Room of Requirement and heads in. Her room was filled with an entire land of beautiful green grass with a cottage in the center and a garden in the back. She ran into her cottage and slammed herself onto her bed. Daisy did this a lot when she was upset. This was her safe space. As she laid there crying, she heard a knock on the cottage door.

Wait. What?!

She opened the door and saw Professor Wells outside. Her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“D.A.D.A” Daisy says as she wipes away her tears quickly. “How did you get in here?”

“One you know after all these years I still hate you calling me that, and second, I came in before your room shut. I saw you crying and came.”

“Well, I'm fine. It's no big deal, thanks for coming.” as she begins to close the door.

He puts his foot in the doorway, so it can’t shut with his hands in his pocket. “You always came to me when you're upset and I always had to solve them, so why hide it now.”

“.....because this isn’t something you can solve…” she says quietly.

“Well, try me. You never know. I may surprise you.” He says with a small smile.

Daisy lets him inside finally and he steps in.

“It's a nice place you got here.”

“Listen, it's where I think the best when I'm upset. Don't judge me!”

“I'm not. I’m being serious. Anyways, tell me what's going on.

Daisy suddenly lets everything out. “I’m great in school. I know what I want to be, but I missed out on the most important thing, which is finding a good relationship with a nice guy. All the guys I have tried to be with all just act like boys and don't feel mature, and I feel like I'm at a different level than everyone else maturity wise. So, all the guys just feel like dumb boys and I want a man who is going to treat me nice and be there for me. And now Adelia is getting married which is great and I'm just here still with no one and I never even have been with anyone physical even.”

Wells stands there quietly and listens till she is done talking. When she is he speaks “Well you are just a kid still.”

“Stop saying that I’M NOT A KID ANYMORE.”

Deep down he knew that. He has known her since she was 11. Now here in front of him she had blossomed into a beautiful woman now. Her breasts were larger, and her figure was way more filled out and curvy. Her sides perfect to grab onto and slam onto the bed right behind her. What was he thinking though? He was her teacher, and she was his student. This couldn’t happen, but she wasn't wrong. She wasn't a kid anymore, and she was mature now.

He moved closer to her now only a couple inches apart.

“Ugh you don't get it.” she says. She goes to turn around, but he stops her.

Daisy looked up at her professor blushing dark as he cupped her cheek “Professor I… I don’t want to get the wrong signals here but I…” she didn’t finish her sentence as she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. She was so relieved when she felt him kiss her back but soon, he pulled away “Daisy I don’t know if I should let this continue…. You’ve been my student for years I… you should be with someone your age” he said almost as if he was trying to convince himself.

Daisy frowned “Professor, if I had a problem with your age would I be kissing you right now? “She asked, a tad bit annoyed.

Vernon couldn’t help but chuckle, she was still a little bit of a spitfire even as she matured “I suppose that’s true but… Daisy I… you know I would die much sooner than you” he said, and she looked at him blankly “Not if I die first…”

Vernon snorted “God Daisy I don’t know what to do with you” he laughed resting his forehead against hers “You could always kiss me” she said to him “or maybe touch me… or both… completely up to you” she said giving him a mischievous smirk.

Vernon laughed and gave into her kissing her deeply and picked her up and laying her down on the bed kissing down her neck and began to unbutton her blouse “Its crazy how much you’ve changed…your body is so… soft” he purred nuzzling his face against her bosom and Daisy giggled “Professor, your scruff tickles” she squirmed. Vernon blushed and sat up “I… I don’t know if I can keep going if you keep calling me Professor…” he sighed feeling embarrassed “It just feels wrong…"Daisy looked at him and thought for a minute before a cat-like grin spread across her face… I know what I can call you” she whispered, her and all her friends used to call him D.A.D.A for short, it drove him nuts and they all thought it was so funny… but now she could call him something else, sitting up she crawled into his lap and ground her hips against his “You think far too much… daddy” she whispered in his ear and kissed his neck. Vernon felt his erection strain against his pants “D-Daisy that’s worse!” he blushed but Daisy kept kissing his neck “Your body seems to think otherwise…Daddy.”

Vernon once again gave in to Daisy’s antics and he pinned her down to the bed “Daddy has had enough of your teasing” he growled, and Daisy felt herself get wet as he growled into her ear… she really liked that…

He rapidly undressed her before Daisy even had time to comprehend that she was completely naked… she suddenly felt very shy and attempted to cover herself, but Vernon pinned her hands above her head “Don’t hide yourself from Daddy” he purred, kissing down her neck to her chest making daisy shiver under his touch.

His tongue gently brushed against one of her nipples making her gasp “D-daddy please…” she whimpered, and he smiled wrapping his lips around her nipple sucking it gently, he right hand crept down and began to tease her clit “D-daddy!” she gasped bucking her hips he removed his mouth from her nipple and kissed her “Shhhhh relax…” he whispered and slipped a finger inside her making her toes curl. He continued to kiss down her body as he fingered her until he reached her clit and gently began to lick it, this made Daisy practically shake under him “Professor… professor I…” suddenly she felt him slap her thigh and she yelped “It’s daddy, Daisy…you do well to remember that” he growled once more, and it nearly sent Daisy over the edge “Yes daddy… I-I’m sorry daddy” she whimpered.

He couldn’t help but grin at her submissiveness, he continued to finger her, adding a second finger and sucking on her clit “Daddy…daddy I’m gonna…” her hips began to grind into his hand.

“Cum for daddy, Daisy…. Cum for me…” he whispered and went faster

Tears pricked her eyes as she made a mess of the sheets under them.

Daisy spread her legs more and he sat up to look at her exhausted face, Daisy pulled him in close and kissed him tasting herself on his lips, wrapping her legs around his hips she pulled away “Take me… Vernon… please take me now” she gasped, calling him by his first name.

Vernon sat up and undid his belt and unzipped his pants, lining himself up at her entrance… then he froze… he couldn’t do it… he couldn’t take her… not while she was still his student “Daisy…Daisy I can’t” he frowned pulling away. Daisy sat up and looked at him cupping his cheek “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Daisy, I can’t have sex with you…not while you are still my student I just… I can’t.” He sighed, looking away feeling ashamed. Daisy smiled softly and nuzzled her cheek against his “Then let’s wait… when I come back from studying at St. Mungo's… we will come back here… and we will continue” she whispered in his ear.

Vernon blushed and pulled her in for a tight hug “Sounds like a date” he smiled kissing her.

Daisy moaned and slowly slipped out of his grasp and got on her knees so that she was eye level with his cock “for now though… I need to make sure daddy gets to cum too” she purred and took his tip into her mouth, sucking it softly at first and slowly began to take more of him into her mouth. Vernon threw his head back and gasped “Oh fuck Daisy! “He exclaimed, his hand going to grip her head. Daisy shivered feeling him throb in her mouth, it made her want to take in more of him… so she did taking him all the way down to the base sucking harder and faster “Fuck! fuck daisy I’m gonna cum!” he warned but Daisy didn’t pull away as she kept sucking until he spilled down her throat, pulling away she panted and smiled looking up at him “Did I do well daddy?”

Vernon groaned and pulled her up onto the bed and held her close as they laid back down “Very well…” he smiled and watched as she slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Vernon Wells

Daisy Walsh

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