#Blaise/Katie

[skylarstark4826]

"You're joking." She scoffed. He suggested canoeing as a 'surprise' for Friday afternoon. The canoe in question lay on the shore with a set of oars perched on the benches.

He cocked his head. "Can't swim, Bell?"

She frowned. "I'm practically a selkie, but I don't trust you not to strand me on an island. Also, I get motion sick if I'm not the one in control."

Blaise mimicked her posture, hands on his hips. "Fine. Let's swim."

"Fine."

"Good." He shucked his shirt off and tossed his wand beside it.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm swimming. I don't know what you're doing." His boots came off. "Come on, campanellino. We're burning daylight." 

Katie raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to get your trunks?"

"Does my body offend you?"

She rolled her eyes, turning away. "Do whatever you want; us Gryffindors are civilized creatures." Katie hooked her fingers in the waistband of her denim shorts, which skimmed the base of her arse cheeks enough to make a casual observer wonder if she wore knickers beneath them. She did. She stepped out of them, placing her own wand on the ground with a wiggle. His lip slipped between his teeth, and he traced the curve of her bum with a hot stare.

He growled. "I'd never call Gryffindors civilized." 

"You wouldn't know 'civilized' if it hit you in the face." She whirled around and tossed her shorts at him, but his trousers were passing over his knees as she did and the denim slapped against his cheek with a thwack! Katie doubled over and cackled.

He threw her over his shoulder and marched to the dock. "Argh! Blaise!" She pounded on his back, but he pinched her leg. She squealed. "You'll pay for that!" 

"Oh? Will I?" Blaise stepped off the end of the dock, and pulled her under the water with him; he burst back to the surface with a satisfied bark of laughter. Katie clung to his neck, sputtering.

"Stop, stop!" she conceded. "I'm in, I'm wet."

"That's the goal." He pecked her on the cheek. "Can I show you my favorite part of the lake?" 

Katie narrowed her eyes. "Depends. Is it the bottom?" His dimples deepened, but he said nothing; the arm around her waist slid a lower. She wrinkled her nose at him and shook her head. He liked to push the boundary further and further.

Blaise transferred her to his back; her arms wrapped over his shoulders. He swam to a small inlet, where the lake curved around itself and the shoreline was shallow enough to stand on one's tip-toes. The feeling of her stomach against his smooth back muscles made her whole body tingle. 

He grabbed a log which lay half on land and buoyed them for a momentary rest. Katie hoisted herself up, threw a leg over and straddled it. The breeze on her wet skin distracted from the thrumming which built in her. She folded herself into a ball with her knees against her chest.

Blaise quirked an eyebrow. "You've got strong arms, Chaser Bell. Must be why Gryffindor keeps winning." 

She snorted. "You haven't been to a match since first term."

"I go to every match!"

"You do not."

"Excuse me! Yes, I do. I sit with Dean in the box. I have memorized the curve of your arse in a uniform." He winked and folded his arms over the log. The inlet was clouded with algae, which glowed in the waning light. Blaise didn't care; plant life swirled around his body. He floated back from her with a funny look on his face, treading water. The ripples lapped at his skin. "Do you think you'll ever let me kiss you?"

"Is that why you invited me here?"

"You like me."

“What do your mates say when you sit with me in the Great Hall?”

He looked away and shook his head. "Fuck them." 

She sighed. "Blaise--."

“Katie!” He bobbed towards her and held out a hand. He rubbed her knuckles. "I invited you because I like you. That’s it."

"Mum didn't want me to come here; she thinks I’m ‘fragile’ right now." 

He frowned. “You’re strong."

“Hanging around a Gryffindor--Your house will disown you--”

“Slytherin house does not speak for me.” He rubbed her knee. “You believe that, don’t you?”

Katie looked down at their joined hands and squeezed. She supposed she did, by now. "I want to spend time with you, I’m just… scared. I will try to relax this weekend, at least."

"I can live with that." He smiled up at her without an ounce of judgment. 

Katie touched his jaw. He was so gentle with her. Flirtatious, yes, and sometimes too forward. Much too handsome for his own good. Always gentle, when it counted. He had visited her in the hospital wing after she was cursed. They shared a desk in Transfiguration all term, so he brought her homework to pass the time. And sweets. It was starting to make sense why he had withdrawn from the other Slytherins, but it wasn’t just about her. He had a good heart. Her chest ached. What would she do if war broke out and something happened to him? What was her real fear, here? 

"Blaise," she breathed. 

He cupped her cheek. Blaise pulled himself onto the log and his breath passed over her face in soft, determined huff. The golden irises of his eyes flickered back and forth as he studied hers. Her fingers walked up his forearms. She leaned forward the tiniest bit, and his expression changed from concern to sweetness. Even though they shouldn't, and she stood by it... she kissed him. His lips cradled hers, worrying them with a gentle tug. He pulled back and kissed her forehead. His thumbs brushed her jaw.

"Let’s go, the clouds are getting dark." He let her lead, swimming a few yards behind her. By the time they reached land again, the skies opened up. The abandoned canoe inched towards the lake as the ground soaked up the water. 

"Bollocks," Katie gasped once under the porch's overhang. She tried to catch her breath. "I think I dropped my wand."

"I'll find it!" The svelte Italian bolted out into the rainstorm again, starkers except for his soaked briefs. He found her wand by the dock and came running back to the porch. The path was thick with mud, and Blaise was its unfortunate victim. His face smacked against the ground with a shallow slap. He groaned. 

"Oh gods!" She ran to him.

Mud plastered his entire front. He laughed. "I think I twisted my ankle and some mud went down my pants. But I found your wand!" 

"You could've accio'd it!" Katie took her wand from him. She grasped his hands to help him stand as rain pelted them.

"Bloody mud." He winced as he stepped forward. "I need your help."

He wound his arm over her shoulders, and she held his waist. They made it inside and Katie got him to his room; she left him to his own devices there and attempted not to burst into flames, after having his bare skin against hers for the second--no, third time that day. She fanned her face. Gods. 

She tossed their wet clothes over the chairs at the kitchen table. A hot-air spell put them right. She toweled off her hair and changed into pyjamas. Blaise hobbled back to the living room, having scourgefiedany trace of mud from his body. He had opted for a tee shirt and flannel pyjama bottoms printed with tiny gold Z's. 

"You're adorable." He looked her up and down with the same interest as when he had observed her in her knickers. 

She cleared her throat. "Sit on the sofa!" She gathered ice from the kitchen. He propped his foot on a sofa pillow. He let her cuff his trouser leg and prod his skin to figure out where he strained his ankle, wincing only when she found the swollen pocket. Rest and ice was in order.

He watched her with quiet heat in his eyes.

She didn't want to stop touching him. Now that the boundary had been broken, she wondered why she resisted him for so long… other than delicate house politics. She rubbed his shin, as if that would do anything to aid his recovery. 

The kiss. The look in his eyes when she had leaned in... heat, and gentleness. It was arresting and constant since they became close. 

What if this is our only chance? she thought. 

More than anything, she was relieved she had mustered a bit of bravery to kiss him, but what now? His eyes twinkled when she met his gaze. He wanted her. She... vibrated with want.

"Do you know why I have this cabin?" he asked. She sat at the other end of the sofa to put distance between them and shook her head. "My father went into hospital early last year, and I couldn't handle visiting him. Mum basically lived at St. Mungo’s, so I had the house to myself. I was going mental. I found this place by accident. Mum was keen on it. She's been here a few times since my father passed. I spent the first--three weeks after he died?--laying in a hammock out back."

"So… that’s why you’re not hanging around Malfoy?" 

"Yes. I had to get my head straight. What I want is much… clearer."

She sighed, hand to forehead. "Teach me your ways."

"Well, first thing is rest." He held out his arms. She breathed out in relief, settling her body between his and the back of the sofa. He pillowed her head on his shoulder. "Though I don't sleep much, scrolling through a million bad memories."

"Mmm." She laced her fingers with his. "Maybe you'd sleep better if you weren't alone."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that an offer?"

"I'm pretty good at snuggling." She wiggled against him.

He looked down at her and his face was struck with seriousness. " Campanellino..." He touched her cheek.

"What does campanellino mean?"

"Little Bell," Blaise said. “Are you not? La mia campanellino?” He kissed the top of her head and full-body chills rippled through her. 

Fuck it.

She pushed up on one arm and leaned forward, hair tickling his chest. She kissed him. He brushed her hair back and tugged on it lightly. He took her cheeks in his hands, then. "I want to respect your wishes," he murmured against her lips.

"My wishes changed." Katie's fingers curled into the front of his shirt. Blaise scooted back against the arm of the couch obediently. She touched his bottom lip. Such full, soft lips he had, which wrapped around the tip of her finger for a brief moment. An unspoken question.

His eyes flashed and he nodded once. Katie crouched to kiss him again and he grabbed her hips. She swung a knee over his legs. He winced, kicking the ice pack off the sofa and pulling her against him. "Oh! Your ankle--"

"Fuck my ankle." Blaise growled. He kissed her jaw and down her throat, laving her pulse. Her whole body tingled. It wasn't enough. She rucked his shirt up his torso. He took the message and pulled it off, tearing his lips away from her skin long enough to pass the fabric over his head. He pulled hers off, too. "What changed your mind?"

She pinned him against the arm. "Your openness." She smiled against his mouth. His tongue flickered at the seam of her lips and dared them to open. Her tongue met his.

"Talking--ah--!!" He gasped. Her fingers whispered over the plane of his stomach towards his waistband. "--talking about my emotions turns you on?" His head fell back as she cupped him through the flannel.

"Amongst other things." The list of ‘things’ was long, and detailed. Another thing occurred to her: "I'm on the potion, and I'm clean." 

"Good. So am I--oh my gods." His face was blissful. 

"What do you want?"

"You, cara. Anything--don't stop."

"Where?"

"Here." He removed her hands from where they were teasing him and canted his hips, attempting to wiggle out of his trousers without dislodging her from his lap. He pitched Katie forward and nearly off the side of the sofa. She laughed and hopped off of him. 

Without an ounce of shyness, Blaise divested himself of his pyjamas and held out his hands to her again, but Katie shook her head. She turned away from him and peeled her own trousers off, as she had done with her shorts by the lake.

"You're killing me," he said hoarsely. She glanced at him over her shoulder, taking her knickers off next at a torturously slow pace. She blushed, but he didn't care. He ran a hand over his face and reached for her wrist, tugging her back to him. She fell against him and he adjusted, lifting her to straddle him. She felt quite self-conscious under his gaze and moved to cover her breasts, but he touched her chin. 

"Are you all right?" 

"Nervous," she admitted.

His cock jumped beneath her as she sat over him. "I'll stop if you say 'stop." He was deadly serious and she shook her head.

"Don't stop," she affirmed. She kissed him as his hands moved up her thighs.

"Can I touch you?" His touch paused at the crease of her hip. She nodded. He smiled and studied her face as he found her folds, which were thrumming to be touched. She was wet and so thankful to feel him. He eased his fingers inside her, just two--it was enough to make her knees go weak. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and drove herself back onto his hand. 

"Katie--" he whispered into her temple. "You feel incredible."

"I'm--"

"You're perfect." He pumped her slowly, ramping up her desire. If she had been able to form words, she would've told him that all it took to make her wet was him giving her one of those piercing looks of his, that she had tried to date last term but no one else made her feel this way--but then again, this was far and away better than what she had ever hoped for. She let out a low whine and her hand found his cock between their stomachs, which made him pause his ministrations to her. He was hard just from watching her pleasure and preparing her, but he still gasped when she stroked him.

She didn't ask his permission, but she knew she had it anyway--Katie sat up and leveled her center over him. She was tight indeed, but she took her time and he let her; little by little, in incremental pumps, she took him fully inside her. Once her hip bones bumped against his, he held her still and breathed out.

"Cara, I could die now and be happy." He kissed her so softly she wanted to cry. In response, she lifted her hips. How very much she wanted to make him happier. They found a rhythm--slow but sure, clinging to each other like they might float apart at any moment. His breath grew shallow. Katie reached behind her and ran her nails up the inside of his thigh, tiny prickling trails that made his hips jolt up. "Oh, fuck!" He was close, but he wasn't about to let her get the best of him.

Blaise found her clit and massaged it in measured circles, inducing a silent moan from her open mouth. "Please," she whispered. He coaxed her, pushing her down to meet him with one hand, and touching her sensitive nub with the other, until she tightened like a vice around him and arched her back. He cupped her breasts, her waist, her arse as she came down from her high. Her head fell forward and she met his thrusting pace, squeezing her inner muscles, even though she was sensitive and shaking, until he thrust erratically and reached his own release. He hugged her to his chest and refused to let her move while he caught his breath.

"Merlin," Katie breathed against his neck. 

He chuckled warmly. "So much for not doing this."

"You regret it, then." She pinched his nipple.

He pinched her bum in retaliation. "Not on your life." He pulled out of her and they both gasped at the loss of intimate contact. Katie hopped up and resisted the urge to cover her body. They exchanged several giddy looks as she gathered her pyjamas and padded to the washroom. “Hey.” She turned back to him. He smiled. “You don’t have to worry. About me. If the war does happen, I’m with you.”

Katie leaned against the door. “What if they don’t give you a choice?”

���I know what I believe in. You just have to trust me.”

She shrugged. “What would you have me do?”

“Well,” he said, turning to the side and tentatively standing on his good foot. He hobbled to her, which was comical in his naked state. “I have spent the last several years lusting after you and now--” he dipped his head and kissed her. “I find I’m addicted. So. For now , you’ll stay with me, here, until the end of Summer break.”

She bit her lip. “I’m supposed to train while we’re off.”

“I’ll train with you.”

“You will?” she laughed.

“I was a chaser!”

“Yes, you’re good at chasing.” She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him again. “Fine. I’ll owl my parents tomorrow and have them send my broom, and some more clothes.”

Blaise lifted her off her feet and peppered her face with kisses. “This will be our best Summer yet.”

Even though it felt cruel or stupid to brush off the fact that they might soon face very real danger, Katie couldn’t help but be grateful for Blaise Zabini. The boy who chased.

[witchygfsgf]

hey ! ik this is just marauders ( so far from what i've seen ) but where do you hc everyone in the lightning era to be from ?? i absolutely loved and agreed with like all your marauder hcs !!!

omg this was so unexpected thank you!!

tbh, even when i first read the books as a kid i was pretty much entirely interested in the marauders (like dog-eared every page where remus was mentioned kinda thing) so i haven't given much thought into it. but this was very inspiring so <3

disclaimer, this is heavily based on my marauders era headcanons here

Harry: England (Surrey) - Indian/English/Greek

Ron: England (Devon)

Hermione: England (Crawley) - Nigerian

Neville: England (Leeds) - Chinese/English

Luna: England (Devon)* - Sudanese/Turkish

Ginny: England (Devon)

Dean: England (London) - Jamaican

Seamus: Ireland (County Kerry)

Padma: England (Manchester) - Indian

Parvati: England (Manchester) - Indian

Lavender: England (Gloucester) - Kenyan

Cho: Scotland (Glasgow) - Chinese

Cedric: England (Essex)

Draco: England (Wiltshire)

Blaise: Scotland (Aberdeen) - Egyptian

Pansy: England (Bath)

Angelina: Wales (Swansea) - Haitian

Katie: Wales (Ebbw Vale) - Italian/Welsh/Ukrainian

*edit: i do hc her as being raised in louth, ireland, but moved to ottery st catchpole before her mother died, because i forgot it was mentioned she lived there.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Slytherin Vs Gryffindor

Seekers: Malfoy vs Potter

Chasers: Flint, Nott, Pucey Vs Bell, Spinnet, Johnson

Beaters: Zabini, Bole Vs Weasley, Weasley

Keepers: Bletchley Vs Wood

[allthesmutl0vers]

Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x Fem!Reader (Part Seven)

MDNI, NSFW, 18+ Masterlist Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley TW: Mentions of ED, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving and giving), Just general fluff, and Ron who makes you facepalm yourself. 🤦🏻‍♀️ A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to update this! I'm re-writing this story and the chapters are long af, and just a mess. (This was my first ever fic from like 2 years ago on Wattpad.) I solemnly swear that I will update this more. Tag: @helendeath @ the anon who asked where this was. Please reblog and/ or comment if you like the story, as they help me stay motivated to keep writing 💜🥹

Chapter Seven

Fred

Looking at y/n sitting next to me, talking to our friends, makes my heart pound. She’s so goddamn beautiful. I just wish we could make her see it for herself. George and I have tried to come up with reasons why she doesn’t eat when we’re alone, but we can’t seem to find one. We notice the weight loss. We were the first ones to notice it. At first, we thought she just wanted to slim down a bit, not that she ever needed to. 

But now? She’s so tiny that her ribs are poking out, and that can’t be healthy. What really worries us though, is when she gets so lightheaded she almost faints and has to sit down. Neither of us cares how much she weighs. We never did. We just want her to be healthy and happy. She will always be the most beautiful girl in the world to us, no matter her size. 

I’ve never been into Angelina. She’s a good mate and a fair chaser, but nothing more. The way that y/n got so defensive and chewed her out, though? Fuck, my dick swells just at the thought of it. Not to mention the way she blew up at Malfoy, calling out about having a shitty dick. That made my heart soar and almost cripple me with laughter. 

But what really got my attention? The way she said that she screams my and George’s names. I can only imagine what that’d be like, what it will be like. I squeeze her leg a little tighter, and she looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes that I just want to fall into and never come out of. 

She gives me a curious look, and I lean down to whisper in her ear. “So, you scream our names, hm, little one?” I ask her softly and feel her shudder and clench her thighs under my grip. I love the way she reacts to my touch and my words. 

“Maybe,” she whispers back and softly whimpers. Biting her lip when I slide my hand further up her skirt. Fuck, I love the little sounds she makes. Every single one of them goes straight to my cock. I lick my bottom lip as George grabs her attention as we pull into the train station. 

George

I’ve seen y/n pissed off before, but her yelling at Angelina and Katie was something else. Something something much sexier. I’ve never given Katie so much as half a glance outside of quidditch practice, and during games, I’m focused on the game. At most just keeping people from getting bloodied up too bad. But I’m fairly certain she would’ve killed them if Harry hadn’t stepped in. 

I could’ve destroyed Draco on the spot when he asked to have a moment with her. But this girl, with her tiny little hands and fingers, stopped me instantly. She ate him up, spit him back out, and I’m pretty sure she made him cry. And he deserved every last bit of it. I don’t know what made him think it was a good idea to try to talk to her, alone for that matter. Did Blaise not tell him we’re together? Oh well, the whole school is going to find out sooner or later, and I can’t fucking wait. 

The only thing that really worries me is her eating habits or lack thereof. We haven’t really found the right time to talk to her about it, but we talk to each other about it. Fred thinks it’s just stress, but I think it could be an eating disorder. She’s losing weight so fast, and she’s so light that now I can lift her and swing her around with one arm without breaking a sweat. For Merlin’s sake, my trunk is heavier than she is. It scares the living daylights out of me when she almost faints. We can’t lose her. I can’t lose her. I wouldn’t survive it. 

My attention is drawn to her thighs clenching under my hand, and I look over to see Fred, no doubt whispering some dirty shit in her ear. She thinks she’s going to win whatever little game she is playing, and she just might. I want to get down on my knees and serve her every single chance I get. I haven’t even tasted her pussy yet, and I’m fucking addicted. 

I see her pull away slightly from Fred and take the opportunity to grip her chin and force her to look at me so I can whisper my dirty shit in her ear. She leans in with those perfect, supple lips and I fight the urge to just kiss her instead. But I hold back, whispering into her ear instead, smelling the strawberry conditioner in her hair. “We may be going to a feast, baby, but I’m going to eat you out like it’s my last fucking meal,” I hear her gasp softly and feel her thighs clench together even more, rubbing her legs together like she’s searching for some kind of friction. I kiss her as we pull into the train station, and she stands up to follow Fred out of the compartment with me right behind her. 

Y/n

I take Fred’s hand as I slide out of the booth. My panties are fucking soaked. This is going to be a long dinner, and the sorting ceremony feast is always long. As we we off the train, Fred and George go ahead of me, and each helps me down, taking my hands in theirs. We walk with our friends, everyone holding hands with who they’re now officially dating as we walk to the castle as the sun begins to set. 

We’re all some of the last people to enter the great hall. I can’t help but feel anxious with so many people staring at me, Fred and George. They sense it, though, and grip my hands tighter as they walk me to the Gryffindor table, and we take our seats across from our friends. “Everyone is staring,” I whisper to both of them.

“Let them stare, little one,” Fred tells me with a smile. 

“Nothing, and nobody can hurt you while we’re around. I promise, baby,” George says softly, stroking my hair. I nod my head and turn to the front as Dumbledore starts his speech. 

“Good evening, and welcome back,” Dumbledore says with a smile as the rest of the chatter dies down. “Here starts another year of education, friendship, and memories. While we may be separated by house, we are one school, one body. And we must all look out for each other, care for one another, and protect everyone. As with every year, we will begin with the sorting ceremony, welcoming fresh minds and new friends. Be kind, be generous, and be helpful. I’m sure you all remember the first time walking through those doors and the uncertainty that came along with it,” he chuckles before continuing. 

“Show them that no matter what house you are sorted into, everyone is welcome, and everyone has a place here. This year, we will also have a new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor joining us as well. A man I believe to be one of the bravest, most loyal, and even one of the most trouble-causing previous students I have ever known. Please give a warm welcome to Sirius Black,” he claps with a smile. 

We all look at Harry and smile. We all stand up and clap the loudest of anyone in the great hall, Fred and George whooping and hollering as Sirius walks out from a room behind the teacher's table, smiles at us, and takes a seat. 

*****

“That concludes our sorting ceremony,” Dumbledor claps as the new first-years take their seats at their assigned house tables. “Let the feast begin,” Dumbledore says as platters of all sorts of food appear on the table in front of us, damn near throwing me into a full-blown panic attack. 

Everyone digs in, and I start to look for the lowest calorie foods, mentally counting them in my head and comparing them to how much exercise I’ll have to do to make up for it when Fred takes my plate and starts putting food onto it. “What are you doing?” I ask him, trying not to panic. 

“Serving you, little one,” he says calmly, putting a scoop of potato salad on my plate, knowing it’s my favorite. I dig my nails into the palm of my hand when I see the size of the scoop, double what I would’ve taken for myself. My breathing intensifies as I watch him put beans and chicken on my plate, too. 

George takes my hands in one of his and tips my face to look at him. “Deep breath, baby. It’s alright. You don’t have to eat it all. We just want you to try, okay?” He says in a soothing tone of voice. I nod my head as tears well in my eyes, begging myself not to cry as Fred takes control of my plate. “Hey, hey, look at me,” George says, getting my attention again. “Take a deep breath in with me, okay? In,” he says and we take a deep breath in together. “Good, and out,” he says as we blow it out. We do this three times until I’ve finally calmed down. “Good girl, you feel a little better now?” 

I nod. “A little. I just hate eating in front of all of these people. I feel like they’re all staring at me,” I sniffle. 

“I promise they’re not, baby. But would it make you feel better if the others blocked you from looking at them?” George asks me. I nod shyly, and he smiles and kisses my cheek before leaning over the table to Hermione. “Pst, Granger,” he says, getting her attention as Fred sets my plate down in front of me. 

“Yes?” she answers, leaning over. 

“Tell everyone to scoot down so our girl doesn’t have to look at everyone while she eats, will you?” he asks quietly. Hermione gives him a thumbs up. 

Fred rubs my back lovingly and places some water and tea down in front of me as the others scoot down. “I don’t think I can eat all of this, Freddie,” I admit quietly. 

Fred smiles sadly and leans in. “It’s alright, little one. Just eat half, okay?” He says softly. 

I nod. “I’m sorry,” I admit, feeling ashamed. 

Fred tilts my chin up to look at him. “Listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for. Do you understand me?” He asks seriously, and I nod as he continues. “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, we’re here. Until then, and after, we will do everything we can to help you, okay?” 

“Thank you, Freddie,” I say softly. 

Fred genuinely smiles and kisses the back of my hand. “Anything for you, little one.” 

Our four friends scoot down to block me from looking at anyone else, and Fred and George tilt their bodies slightly to block me on the sides. “I still don’t see why we had to move,” Ron groans as I pick up my fork. 

Hermione nudges him in the ribs. “I told you, we’re helping y/n,” she scolds him. 

Ron rolls his eyes and looks at me. “Honestly, what did you need our help with, anyway?” Ron asks as he puts more food on his plate. 

I bite my lip nervously before I answer him. “I promise, I’ll tell you later. But I really do appreciate it,” I respond, giving him a small smile. 

Ron swallows a big bite and looks at me. “Whatever it is, it better be good, is all I’m saying.” 

Harry rolls his eyes and looks at Ron. “Honestly, Ron, just eat.”

I manage to eat half of my plate before the table magically clears and dessert appears. I take a deep breath, feeling my anxiety start rising again, but before I can get too deep into it, a voice behind me pulls me from my thoughts. “Ms. Hunt?” I turn around to see the headmaster, Dumbledore, behind me, looking down at me with a kind smile. 

“Oh, yes, sir?” I respond politely. 

“I hate to steal you away from your friends, but would you kindly accompany me to my office? I need to speak with you,” He asks like I have a choice. 

 “Of course, sir. Right now?” I ask, looking around at my friends and wondering how I could be in trouble when we literally just got here. 

Dumbledore smiles and nods once. “Yes, if you please. I will have you back to your common room with plenty of time to visit and settle in.” 

I nod and stand from the table. “Of course, sir. Lead the way,” As I walk through the great hall with Dumbledore, everyone, and I mean everyone, stares. But this time, I also hear the rumors. 

“She’s probably in trouble because she’s dating the twins,” someone from our table says.

“Hopefully, the slut gets kicked out,” someone adds in response to the first.

“Did you see her crying at the table? Fucking pathetic,” someone from the Ravenclaw table says.

“I heard she’s on drugs, and that’s why she doesn’t eat,” says someone from Slytherin.

I try to ignore them, but my eyes are filled with tears by the time we exit the great hall, and I can’t stop the sniffle that breaks free. Dumbledore doesn’t speak about it, simply handing me a tissue without saying a word as we walk to his office. 

“Sherbert lemon,” Dumbledore says to the griffin statue that leads to his office. The statue turns, and stairs appear in its place. When we get to his office, he opens his door and allows me to enter first. “Please, have a seat,” he says kindly, motioning to the chair in front of his desk as he sits behind it. 

“Sir, am I in trouble?” I ask nervously as I sit down in front of his desk. 

 Dumbledore looks at me curiously. “Now, why would you think that you’re in trouble?” He asks, making me want to roll my eyes. He always does this. Answers questions with a question. 

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know,” then it hits me. “Is it my Mum?” I ask worriedly. “She’s in the hospital, you see, at,”

Dumbledore raises a hand, cutting me off. “At St. Mungo’s, with your father. Yes, I am aware,” Dumbledore says with a small smile. “Your father wrote me this morning and explained the whole situation. I am happy to say she is quite alright, even if she hasn’t woken yet,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “And you are not in any trouble.” 

Now, I’m even more confused. “Okay. Forgive me, professor. It’s just that I’ve never been called into your office before,” I say, looking around. 

“I asked you up here because I noticed that you seemed to be struggling at dinner. And I wanted to ask if there is anything that I can do to help,” Dumbledore responds kindly. 

I breathe a small sigh of relief. “Honestly, sir, I’m not sure,” I answer honestly, but I can see that he is waiting for an explanation, so I decide to just tell him everything. “Over the summer, I went through quite a bit,” he nods, waiting for me to continue. “My eating disorder has returned. It started in year three, and I got it under control in my fourth and fifth years, but this last summer,” I look off to the side, my hands shaking. “It returned in full swing. I noticed that I had gained quite a bit of weight and well…” I sigh and shrug my shoulders as I look back at him. “Here I am.”

Dumbledore nods, thinking for a minute before he speaks. “I’m very sorry to hear that, Ms. Hunt,” he says sympathetically. “You care so deeply for your friends, and you are always kind to everyone around you. I notice it when I am doing my evaluations during the year, and even just around the school in general,” he explains. “You are always the first one to offer help to another student, regardless of their house. I admire that about you,” he says with a smile. 

He thinks for another moment and speaks again. “How about this,” he explains. “There is a big enough table in your common room for you and your friends. How would you like to eat your meals there instead of the great hall? Your friends can join you, of course. You can eat your meals there in peace and just join the rest of the school when you feel comfortable enough.”

“That would be amazing, professor,” I say surprised. “But I would hate to burden you or the elves. I know nobody thinks about them, but I do. They already have so much on their plate: starting the fires, cleaning, and warming the beds on top of everything else. I would hate to add on to that.”

“I think it is a beautiful thing that you think of them,” he smiles. “You’re right. They are often overlooked. But I assure you, with your permission, of course, that when I explain the situation to them, they will be happy to help. Especially Dobby. As I hear, you have gotten quite close with the elf?” 

I chuckle and nod. “Yes, Dobby is wonderful. He always listens to me when I need someone besides my friends to talk to. And always with hot chocolate,” I smile fondly at the memories and nod. “Yes, I would very much appreciate that. You have my permission to speak with them about it. I know I can trust you and them.” 

Dumbledore nods and smiles. “Thank you for trusting me. Forgive me for asking, but does anyone else know of your struggles? Your friends, for instance?”

“Not yet,” I shake my head. “I was going to tell them when we got back to the common room once everyone else went to bed. I know I can’t fight it alone. Part of me doesn’t want to fight it at all, if I’m being honest,” I admit nervously. “But I’m tired all the time, and it’s scary when I almost pass out,” I sigh. “I just don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

Dumbledore nods with understanding. “Yes, the battles we have within ourselves tend to be the hardest to win. But,” he points to me. “They are also the battles most worth fighting for,” he says with a smile. “There is one more thing I wanted to share with you.” 

I lean forward slightly, paying attention. “Yes, professor?” 

Dumbledore clears his throat and leans forward. “When I corresponded with your father, he mentioned that when you’re stressed, it helps for you to have your own space,” I nod in agreement. “I have made arrangements, and you will have your own dorm room this year,” my eyes widen in surprise. My own dorm?! “If, at some point, you would like to share it with Ms. Granger or Ms. Weasley, that will be your choice, and we can arrange it. But it is your choice.”

“Thank you, professor. That is very generous of you,” I smile. “I hope it wasn’t too much of a burden.”

“None at all,” he shakes his head. “You may also, if you choose, have co-ed sleepovers. You are a bright witch, and I trust your judgment,” he explains, interlocking his fingers. “But only in your dorm room, and as long as you are careful and remember to take your potions every day. You are a young woman, and I understand that you have, well, shall we say, desires, but I do not want to hear you or your friends bragging about your privileges in the halls or class,” Dumbledore says sternly.

“As you know, private co-ed gatherings in the dorms are allowed for sixth years and above, but only before eight o’clock. Should I hear you or your friends bragging about your privilege, it will be revoked. Is that understood?” he asks seriously. 

I nod profusely. “Yes, professor, I understand entirely,” I respond, trying not to jump for joy right out of my seat. 

“Very well. Now, let’s get you back to your common room, and I shall confer with the house elves about your accommodations,” he says as we rise from our seats and walk out of his office. “Your dorm will be at the end of the hall, past the other girls’ dorm rooms. It’s a new door, so you can’t miss it.” 

As we walk down the corridors and up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, he shares some of the amenities of my new dorm. I have to refrain from running ahead and telling my friends all about them as he tells me. Dumbledore also tells me how to lock and unlock my door. Apparently, my door is just like the doors to the common rooms, and once I set a password, so charm in the world will open it. Dumbledore also tells me one more surprise I’m excited to share with my friends tonight, while the rest of the school will be told in the morning. 

“Ms. Hunt, may I offer you one more piece of advice?” He asks as we reach the portrait of the fat lady. 

“Of course, professor,” I answer him. 

“In the course of my many years, I have heard a lot of foul rumors. Some about myself. The one thing I’ve noticed about all of them is that they are almost always false, and all from people who simply don’t understand or won’t understand one’s situation. As hard as it may be, pay no mind or attention to the rumors we heard upon our exit from the great hall,” Dumbledore tells me as he places a hand gently on my shoulder. “People tend to create such horrible things to say to cope with their internal issues. Not a single one I heard tonight defines you.”

“Thank you, sir. That does make me feel a bit better,” I tell him truthfully. 

“Of course,” he nods with a smile. “Goodnight, Ms. Hunt,” he says, turning away. 

“Um, professor?” I call after him.

“Yes?” He asks, turning to face me again. 

I smirk and point to the common room door. “I don’t have the password.”

Dumbledore chuckles and shakes his head. “Of course, my apologies. The password is ‘Fortuna Major.” 

I nod and Dumbledore turns and walks away as I turn back to the door. “Fortuna Major,” I tell the fat lady. She nods, and the doorway opens, allowing me to pass through. 

I walk into the common room and see my friends and the twins all waiting for me on the couches by the fire. Other than that, the common room is empty. Everyone else is probably still at the feast, given the fact that it doesn’t end for another hour. That, or they’re in their dorms, unpacking and settling in. When they see me, they all jump up excitedly. I walk over to Fred and George, giving them a big hug. 

“Are you alright?” George asks me as he kisses the top of my head. 

“Yes. He just wanted to talk to me about what I need to talk to all of you about,” I tell him as I pull back. “Also,” I smirk. “I got my own dorm room.” 

“What?!” They all ask in shock. 

“You lucky witch! How’d you manage that?” Ginny asks in surprise. 

“So that’s what the new door is for! Nobody could figure out how to open it,” Hermione laughs. 

“Yeah, I’m the only one who can unless someone has my password. I guess my dad and Dumbledore talked, and they decided that with everything going on, I should have my own space,” I explain as everyone still looks at me in shock. “So…” I smile wide. “You guys want to come check it out with me?” I ask them all excitedly. 

“Um, yes!” Hermione says excitedly as we start to walk toward the stairs. 

I turn around when I notice that the boys aren’t following us. “You guys coming?” I ask with a raised brow. 

They look at each other, and George scratches the top of his head. “Uh, it’s after eight, baby. No boys can be up there.” 

“Yeah, but we’ll wait here until you’re ready to talk,” Fred says with a look of disappointment. 

I smirk as I look at them. “Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing that my dorm is co-ed twenty-four-seven,” I smile wide. 

The boys look at me like I just sprouted seven heads. “What? Seriously?” George asks in shock. 

“How’d you swing that?” Ron asks in equal shock. 

I shrug my shoulders and smile. “I guess Dumbledore trusts me,” I giggle. They all immediately follow us up the stairs and to my door. “Okay, I need to think of a password so nobody except us can get in. Any ideas?” I ask our group. 

“Oo! One second, let’s make sure there’s nobody around first,” Hermione says, checking the dorms. “Okay, all clear,” she says when she comes back. 

“How about ‘butterfly’?” Ginny suggests, then shakes her head. “No, that’s too easy.” 

“How about your Mum’s maiden name? Nobody would be able to guess that,” Harry suggests next. 

“Excellent idea, Harry!” I say with a smile and turn to the door. I place my palm on the wood like Dumbledore told me to and set the password. “Password set to ‘Benson,’” I instruct the door. 

“Did it work?” Fred asks behind me. 

I shrug. “I don’t know, let’s see,” I say, gripping the door handle. “Benson,” the lock clicks, and the handle turns as I open the door. I gasp as I see my room. It’s beautiful. 

The room is huge. It’s square with the brick walls exposed. A big, four-poster queen bed is against the wall by my door, with a nightstand on both sides. A large table with a comfortable-looking chair overlooks my window, and next to it, a minifridge filled with Redbull, water bottles, and the potions I take every day. 

On the wall directly in front of my bed is a fireplace with a TV on top, filled with my favorite streaming services. In front of the fireplace, two small couches face each other, with a coffee table in the middle. On the left side of the room, a private bathroom and a wardrobe for all of my clothes. 

As we all explore my room, everyone tells me how much they love it. “And the best part?” I smile, moving to the green button by my wall. “You can all stay the night. This button summons beds, snacks, and drinks. I press it again, and they disappear,” I explain. 

“Wicked,” the twins say in sync as they sit on one of the couches. I smile and sit between them as everyone gets comfortable. 

“So, onto more serious matters,” I sigh. I need to talk to you all about something,” I tell them as my hands begin to shake. 

“You can tell us anything, y/n. We’ll listen,” Ginny says, giving me a reassuring smile.

“You’re our best mate,” Harry adds, pulling Ginny onto his lap. 

I nod and turn to look at Fred and George at my sides. “Whenever you’re ready, little one.”

I turn to look at everyone again and take a deep breath. “Please hold any questions or comments until I’m done. Because it’s a lot,” I ask everyone. Everyone nods as they wait for me to continue. I close my eyes, relax, and begin to explain. 

“So, as I’m sure you all noticed, I don’t eat a lot, or sometimes, not at all,” I take another deep breath and continue. “I have anorexia. It’s an eating disorder that causes me to starve myself. It started in my third year, and it got better in my fourth and fifth year, but it’s back,” I look down at my hands. “I’m not proud of it; as a matter of fact, I hate it,” I sniffle. “I’m just so ashamed of my body and so scared of getting fat that I can’t stop, even though I hate feeling so dizzy all of the time.”

Fred and George each take one of my hands, holding them tightly as I look back up at our friends. “I hate eating in large crowds. That’s why George and Hermione asked you guys to scoot down in the great hall. To prevent me from having to see anyone else or anyone else seeing me,” Ron covers his mouth and looks at me with a sympathetic expression. 

“I also have really bad anxiety. I take a potion for it every morning. Nobody knows because Molly would slip it into my coffee in the morning. I also carry around single servings of a stronger dose of it in case I have a bad anxiety attack. I hope you guys don’t think less of me or think I’m weird because of it. But I feel like I can trust all of you, and I feel like you won’t. It’s just hard sometimes because my anxiety tells me people will,” I finish explaining, wiping away the few tears that fall. 

Fred and George help me stand as everyone stands with them and they pull me into a big group hug. “We would never do that, y/n. You’re our best mate,” Harry reminds me. 

“Exactly. You’re like a sister to me. Hopefully soon, a sister-in-law,” Ginny adds, making all of us laugh as we pull back. 

Ron looks at me with a guilty look on his face and a tear falling from his eyes as he pulls me into a tight hug himself. “Merlin, I’m such an ass,” he sniffles. “Can you ever forgive me?” 

“Of course, I can, Ron,” I assure him as I pat his back before I pull back. “None of you knew.”

“Thank you for telling us,” Hermione says as she hugs me. “I’ll do some research, and I’m sure we can find a way to help you beat this.” 

I giggle as I pull back. “Thanks, ‘Mione. I can always count on you and your research,” I giggle. And turn to Fred and George, seeing them crying. They rarely cry, if ever at all. 

“I’m sorry if this is all too much,” I go to apologize, but before I can finish, they pull me into their chests, hugging me between them in my safe space. 

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence,” Fred tells me as he sniffles and kisses the top of my head. 

“You’re never too much, baby. We will always be here for you,” George assures me. They pull back and wipe my tears that started to fall again and kiss my cheeks. “Always,” George says as he looks into my eyes. 

I put my arms around their waists as they drape their arms over my shoulders when I turn back to our friends. “I have one more surprise,” I smile. “Dumbledore is giving everyone the day off tomorrow as a mental health day. He said he wants everyone to just relax and have an extra day on the grounds before school starts. So, I was thinking we break in my new room with a good old-fashioned sleepover.”

Everyone cheers, and I turn back to Fred and George. “You guys still have those bottles of Firewhiskey?” I ask, biting my lower lip with a smile. 

“Oh, baby,” George smirks and leans on my shoulder. “We have bottles for days,” he flirts, kissing my cheek. 

“Okay, but we need to be careful because Dumbledore said nobody else can know that you all are allowed in here after eight,” I warn him. 

“Here,” Harry says to Fred and George, reaching into his bag and pulling out his invisibility cloak. “Take this to go grab ‘em. Will you grab Ron and I pajamas, too? The four of us won’t fit under there,” he says, handing the cloak to Fred. 

“No problem, mate,” Fred says, taking the cloak from Harry and turning to me, kissing me deeply. “Be right back, little one,” he says with a wink. 

“I’ll come with you. I’ll hold the clothes while you hold the bottles,” George says to Fred before kissing me. “Back soon, darling,” he says with a smile as he gets under the cloak with Fred, and they sneak out of my dorm. 

“So,” I walk over to the green button on the wall and face my friends. “Should we press the button?” I ask with a smile. 

“Yes! But we should probably move the table and couches first, get them out of the way,” Hermione mentions. 

“Good point,” I agree. We push the couches out of the way and push the coffee table to the end of my bed, clearing the floor for whatever kind of beds pop up. “Alright,” I say with a smile as we finish, and I walk back over to the button. “Here goes nothing,” I say as I press the button. 

We gasp as two beds appear in front of the fireplace, adorned with pillows and fluffy-looking comforters. The table by the window magically fills with snacks and drinks. Chips, dips, cookies, pumpkin pasties, two liters of soda, a jug of pumpkin juice, and a kettle with hot chocolate. 

“Merlin, y/n. This is officially the coolest room I have ever seen in this castle,” Ginny squeals excitedly. 

“Um,” Hermione says with a blush. “Didn’t you say there would be the right number of beds for guests?” Hermione asks shyly as she looks at the two beds. 

I shrug. “Well, Dumbledore said couples were allowed, so maybe there’s a bed for each of you,” I suggest. “The magic probably knows you’re with Ron and that Ginny is with Harry.”

“If you’re not comfortable, Hermione, Harry, and I can take one, and you and Ginny can have the other,” Ron says, giving Hermione a reassuring smile. 

Hermione kisses his cheek and smiles. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I was just curious,” Hermione says with a blush. 

“Cool, because I, for one, want to sleep with my boyfriend,” Ginny smiles and kisses Harry as he wraps an arm around his waist. 

My bedroom door opens and closes, looking empty until Fred and George remove the cloak, already dressed in pajamas, holding two bottles of Firewhiskey and pajamas for Rona and Harry. “Only two extra beds?” George asks as he hands Harry and Ron their pajamas. 

“The magic knows they’re together,” I quickly explain as Fred sets the bottles down on the table. 

“Oo, so we get to sleep with our girlfriend, too?” Fred flirts, wrapping an arm around my waist and dipping me. 

I giggle and kiss him. “Easy, tiger. Nobody is getting laid tonight.”

Fred lifts me back up and spins me in his arms to George, who catches me and sways. “Hey, no complaints here,” he says before leaning into my ear. “For tonight at least, baby.” 

“Just know you’re never getting rid of us now,” Fred says with a wink as he appears at George’s side. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Oh, no. Whatever will I do?” I ask in a flirty and sarcastic tone. 

For hours, we drink, eat, play cards and wizard chess, and eventually put on a movie as we all lay down. We all put on ‘Zombieland’ and mostly laugh at it. After the movie, our friends are knocked out hard, and I lay down between Fred and George on my bed, stretching my arms over my head as they wrap their arms around my waist. 

Fred leans in and kisses that sweet spot right behind my ear, making me hum in pleasure. “Can you be quiet for us, little one?” He asks flirtily, drawing lazy circles on my lower stomach. 

“Why do you ask, Freddie?” I ask, loving their touches. 

Fred and George look at each other and smirk before looking at me again. “We know you said ‘no fucking,’ but we want to finger you,” George says, biting his lower lip. 

I think about it for a moment, just the thought getting me wet. “What about the others?” I ask, not saying no.

Fred leans over the edge of the bed and lays back down next to me. “They’re passed out. We may or may not have put a sleeping potion in the bottle they were drinking from,” Fred says with a wink. “As long as you don’t get too loud, they won’t wake up.” 

I nod my head and bite my lower lip as Fred and George rub my thighs, making me clench them together. Maybe I’m crazy, but after all the teasing today, I need a release. “And you two are okay with not going all the way?” I ask, double-checking. 

“Completely,” they whisper together with devious smirks. 

“Plus, you deserve a reward after today,” George says, kissing my neck as his fingers trail up the inner part of my thigh, making them fall open on their own. 

“Mm, okay,” I hum softly. “I’m in.” 

“That’s our good girl,” Fred praises. “Just lay your pretty little head back and relax while we take care of you.” 

George quietly pulls back the covers and positions himself between my thighs. His fingers graze over my skin as he moves up the waistband of my sleep shorts, setting off sparks wherever he touches. He pulls down my shorts and panties, and his tongue pokes out to lick his bottom lip. “Mm, fuck. She’s glistening, Fred,” he smirks and looks at Fred next to me. 

Fred leans down to look at my pussy, making me blush as a low groan escapes his chest. “So wet for us, huh, little one?” 

I whimper with need at their words as Fred moves back to lean over me from my side. “Yes,” I moan softly as George swipes one finger painfully slow between my folds. 

Fred removes my shirt, leaving me bare before them. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praises me as he leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, drawing another small moan from my lips. 

George rubs slow circles around my sensitive clit as he slides one finger, then another, inside of me. “So tight and wet,” George praises. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” I moan as George starts to thrust his fingers in and out faster.

 “You like that, little one?” Fred asks as he switches nipples, pinching and rolling the one he was just sucking. 

“Yes, mm, I love it,” I moan, rolling my hips to meet George’s fingers. He pulls them out, making me whimper at the loss until I feel him shift, and his tongue meets my clit, licking and sucking on it as he slides two fingers back into me, curling and thrusting them in a delicious rhythm. “God, yes, George,” I moan, my back arching. 

George moans against my clit as his arm wraps around my hip and thigh, holding me in place. “You taste fucking devine,” he groans. 

Fred swallows my moans as he kisses me deeply, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Fred,” I moan softly when he pulls back. “I want to suck your cock,” I whimper against his lips. 

Fred chuckles darkly against my lips. “Is that so, little one?” he asks. I nod my head with another moan as George sucks my clit again. “How do you ask?” Fred teases me. 

“Freddie, please,” I moan softly, one of my hands moving down to clutch George’s hair as he laps at my clit and thrusts his fingers inside of me faster. 

Fred sits up, pulling down his pajama pants and boxers, freeing his long and hard cock. My mouth waters at the large size of it. I part my lips, sticking out my tongue to accept his cock in my mouth as he slides it in. “Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth, little one,” Fred praises me. “Doesn’t she, George?” He turns and asks George with a groan as I take him deeper. 

“Like a fucking vision, Fred,” George says breathily before going back to my clit, flicking it fast with his tongue and making me mewl around Fred’s cock. 

I take his cock deeper in my throat, swallowing around him and hollowing my cheeks to create more suction as I bob my head up and down his long shaft. “Yes, just like that,” he moans, tilting his head back. “Fuck, switch me, George. I need to taste her now,” Fred groans. 

“Mm, don’t mind if I do,” George groans as he withdraws his fingers, and they switch places, making me whimper. 

“Needy, aren’t we, little one?” Fred teases me as he settles between my thighs and licks a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit. I hum and nod my head, making him smirk. “Guess we better take care of you then,” he winks and plunges his tongue into my entrance. 

I gasp as my back arches, and I grab the sheets of my bed. “Shh, don’t want to wake anyone,” George chuckles as he leans down and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Mm, you want to suck my cock too, baby?” George asks me as he bites my lower lip. 

“Yes, Georgie, fuck, I want it,” I moan as he pulls down his pants and boxers. I grasp George’s cock, taking it into my mouth as Fred’s tongue moves to my clit and his fingers thrust into me harshly, making me whimper. 

“My God, you taste so good,” Fred groans against my clit, adding a perfect amount of vibration. My thighs attempt to clamp together around his head as I moan, taking George further down my throat. Fred forces them back open and thrusts three fingers inside of me. “Keep your fucking legs open,” he demands. The roughness of his hands, the demanding voice, and his sinfully skilled fingers only drive me closer and closer to the edge. 

I pull back off of George’s cock, stroking his cock and taking a breath of air. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I moan pathetically as my legs begin to shake. 

George thrusts his cock back into my mouth, gathering my hair in his hand and holding my head still as he starts to fuck my throat. “Good girl, cum for us, baby,” he moans, biting his lower lip. 

“Cum on my face like our good little slut,” Fred orders as he flicks my clit with his tongue faster and thrusts his fingers into me harder, curling his fingers and hitting that perfect spot inside of me. 

I force myself to take George in my throat all the way to his base, gagging around him as my orgasm starts to crest. “God, yes. Swallow my fucking cum, baby,” George moans as his cock twitches in my throat. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably as George spills himself down my throat, sending me right over the edge myself. His cock barely contains my moans as Fred holds my hands down at my sides, riding me through my orgasm with his devilish tongue as I swallow every drop of his twin’s cum. 

When George pulls himself out of my throat, he kisses me harshly, not caring about tasting himself on my lips. I pull back with a gasp as I look down at Fred. “Freddie, I want you to cum down my throat, too,” I plead. I had only just cum, and I already need more. 

Fred smirks and bites his lip as he comes up to my other side. “Your wish is my command. Open up, little one,” he instructs me as he presses his cock to my lips. “Fuck, that mouth,” Fred groans as I take him to the base, and he grips my hair tight. 

George’s fingers find their way back to my sensitive clit, rubbing circles around the tender nub. “I want you to be a good girl and cum for us again. Can you do that for us, baby?” he teases as his fingers slide to my entrance and back to my clit. I nod against Fred’s cock, and he harsh;y pulls me off of his cock by my hair, making me whimper. 

“He asked you a question. Use your words, little one. Are you going to be our good girl?” Fred asks in a low, demanding voice that makes me fucking feral. 

“Yes,” I hiss as he pulls my hair harder, only making me more wet. 

“Yes, what?” He groans, his cock twitching as the tip drips with pre-cum. 

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl,” I answer, sticking out my tongue and licking the slit on his cock where his pre-cum is dripping.

Fred hisses, and a low growl comes from his throat. “That’s our good girl,” George praises as he thrusts three fingers into my entrance, as his thumb rubs my clit. “Such a good little slut for us. Cum all over my fingers, baby,” George moans as my legs begin to shake. 

Fred pulls me off of his cock again. “Who’s good little girl, are you?” He teases me. 

“Yours and Georgie’s,” I moan softly. 

“That’s fucking right,” Fred groans as he thrusts himself inside of my mouth again and starts to fuck my throat. I feel myself come undone as Fred cums down my throat, shooting hot, salty ropes of cum down my throat, holding my head still as he gives me every drop. I feel my walls clench around George’s fingers, moaning and whimpering pathetically around Fred’s cock. 

When Fred pulls himself from my throat, he grabs my throat and slams his lips to mine as George fixes his pants and puts my shorts and panties back on, leaving soft, gentle kisses up my legs. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” Fred whispers against my lips. 

“I could say the same to you two,” I whisper back as George lays back down next to me. 

Fred chuckles and sits me up, sliding my shirt back on and laying down on my other side. “You good, baby?” George asks me, drawing lazy circles on my hips. 

I smile and nod as I look at him. “So good,” I say quietly as Fred runs his fingers through my hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life,” I giggle. 

Fred chuckles and kisses my neck softly. “You say that now, little one. Just wait until we get our cocks buried inside of you.” 

“We’ll wear you out,” George flirts with a wink. 

“Mm,” I hum, satisfied as I close my eyes and yawn. “Can’t wait.”

“Goodnight, beautiful,” Fred says, kissing me good night. 

“Goodnight, Freddie,” I say against his lips. 

George tilts my face to him, holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Goodnight, my love.” 

“Goodnight, Georgie,” I say, kissing him just before sleep pulls me under with their arms wrapped around my waist.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Last friday night...

Warnings: implied smut, general slytherin chaos, mention of drinking, mention of threesomes.

Summary: Based on Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. Things get a little wild after the Slytherins win a match.

"There's a stranger in my bed." I say walking into the common room. "WHAT?" Astoria squeals. "Oi! There's a pounding in my head." Pansy groans. "There's glitter all over the room, girls." Theo notes coming down from the boy's dorm. "Pink flamingos in the lake." "I smell like a minibar." Theo comments sniffing himself. "Enzo's passed out in the yard." Pansy laughs looking out of the window. "Blaise came down from Pansy's room." Astoria giggles. "is this a hickey or a bruise?" I ask looking in the mirror. "Hickey." Mattheo says quietly. His hand comes to my hip, "That one's a bruise." "Pictures of last night ended up in the prophet." "I'm screwed." Draco groans. "Oh, well." Theo says. "It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled." Damn "Yeah, we danced on tabletops" Blaise says "And we took too many shots." Pansy says still holding her head. "Think we kissed, but I forgot." I say to Mattheo. "We did a lot more than kiss." He laughs running a hand along my back softly. "Yeah, we spent all of your money, Draco." Pansy says. "And got kicked out of the halls "So we hit the quidditch pitch." "We went streaking in the fields" "Skinny-dipping in the lake." "Then had a ménage à trois." Enzo says stumbling in. "Yeah, I think we broke the law," I laugh. "Always say we're gonna stop." Theo comments. "Never." We all laugh. I now notice Mattheo's arm around my waist and the pounding in my head. "So you two, huh?" Enzo nudges us. "Oh shove off." Mattheo says smiling arm still wrapped tightly around my waist.

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Miracles don't exist | 29: Sectumsempra

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Bathroom scene / blood / talk about dying [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Time passes by easily with Theodore by your side. Before you know it, the temperature outside is slowly rising. The days are spent outside, on a blanket wearing Theo’s hoodie and his head on your lap. 

Hermione has also been spending a lot more time with you. She and Ron are not on speaking terms since he has gotten into a relationship with a girl you're not bothering to learn her name. Because if Hermione dislikes her, by extension so do you. And Theodore. It's the golden rule of friendship.

Harry's been too occupied with whatever he is doing with Dumbledore and that potions book he's always carrying around. Hermione has been complaining about it, how dangerous it is and that he doesn't know if this Half-Blood Prince is even trustworthy.

And Draco... He has looked worse for wear. The Dark Lord has been hammering about the importance of Draco's mission and he's scared to fail. He's getting desperate.

You look over to the brown-haired boy next to you, your head resting on your hands. He's dutifully studying, quill scribbling away some notes for a test you're supposed to take tomorrow.

"You're starring", mumbles Theo without lifting his eyes off the paper.

You shuffle closer to him, keeping your eyes on him. "Am I not allowed to look at you?"

He gives you a playful look and bumps his knee against yours. He looks at the other side of the Great Hall, towards the Golden trio. "Have you heard what happened to Weasley?"

That makes you look over. Something must have happened because Hermione and Ron are sitting next to each other again while his girlfriend is nowhere in sight. "No?"

Theo pushes his parchment away, fully turning his attention towards you. "Apparently he got poisoned by Professor Slughorn. He and Potter were in the professor's office and got something to drink and Weasley almost died. He also broke up with Lavender in his sleep."

"I didn't know you were so into Hogwarts gossip", you say, eyebrows raised.

He crosses his arms over each other. "I don't. Blaise and Enzo however won't shut up at night and it's driving me mad." He runs his hands over his face and lets them rest in his hair.

You hum, resting your cheek against his arm. "Why don't you come hang out in my room, Teddy? My roommates bring their boyfriends over all the time."

He glances at you through his fingers. "I've tried. But the stairs only allow boys in the girl's dormitories if a girl accompanies them."

You feel your cheeks heat up. "You've tried?"

Theodore pulls you closer to him by your knees, draping them over his legs. He lays a hand on your back so you can sit comfortably. "Believe me, baby, I've tried many different times and methods. Even with a broom the castle somehow finds a way to stop me..."

He pecks your lips and you giggle, pushing his face away and looking around if someone's looking.

And as your eyes are scanning around you spot Katie Bell walking in with her friend, a nervous look on her face as people whisper and point at her. Multiple people go up to her, hugging her and whatnot. 

“Holy shit, Teddy.” You nod towards the Gryffindor girl who was cursed a couple of weeks ago. “I didn’t know she was released from St Mungo’s.”

Theo whips his head around and looks at the girl. "I didn't even know she was sent to St Mungo's."

"Guess Blaise and Enzo don't know everything." You poke your tongue out with a smile. Theo rolls his eyes, doing the same.

Behind Theodore, you see Draco entering the Great Hall. He stops in his tracks as he sees Katie Bell talking with Harry. He looks scared and guilty. He turns around and hurries out of the Great Hall.

"I have to check up on Draco", you say hurriedly, pressing a kiss against Theo's cheek and haste after your cousin. You find him in a bathroom, his tie discarded on the floor as he rocks himself back and forth. Water is running as your eyes meet.

He turns around and begins to sob. You rush towards him and embrace him, letting him clutch your blouse as he cries. 

"I know what you did, Malfoy. You cursed her, didn't you?"

The two of you turn around at the sudden sound of Harry's voice. He stands at the entrance of the toilets. You quickly push Draco behind you, your hand on your wand.

You want to say, "you don't know what you're talking about, Harry", but before you finish your sentence, Draco's throwing a spell over your shoulder at the bespectacled boy.

You let out a yelp as Harry bearly dodges the spell and Draco pulls you towards the stalls. You press yourself against the wall, your chest raising rapidly. Draco drops to his knees and aims at Harry, who sends one back.

Multiple toilets explode, flooding the room. Your shoes and socks are drenched and you can barely think straight. You run towards the exit. But through a mirror you see Harry approach your cousin, who's not aware Harry has rounded the stall to the other side.

In an act of pure desperation, you push Draco away from Harry's incoming hex and it hits you instead.

You fall to the ground, the feeling of invisible swords slashing your face and body has you rasping and gasping for air. Your back and hair are drenched with water as you lay limply on the ground. 

A pair of hands press against the gushing wounds as your head rolls to the side, eyes drooping as you watch the foggy windows. Draco cries above you, begging you to stay awake while he yells for help.

You've always suspected that you would die young. That someone discovered who your father is and that they would take revenge. Or that you would die at the hands of Voldemort. But you never expected it to be on the drenched tiles of the boy's bathroom, Draco weeping and begging.

A dark blob appears above your dwindling field of vision. You search for Draco, to see if the curse hit him too. But as you turn your head, you see Harry Potter backing away from you, his blue eyes focused on your slowly dying body. You see him run out of the bathroom before you close your eyes for a final time, welcoming the darkness.

You don't remember much between passing out in the puddle of your own blood to waking up in the Hospital Wing. Only two red-rimmed brown eyes, tucking you in.

When you finally wake, your body is sore. Your limbs ache and it hurts to breathe. You groan as you move, and immediately a pair of hands are helping you sit up, fluffing your pillow. Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel around for a familiar pair of hands. 

"Teddy?" Your voice is hoarse and your throat feels like sandpaper. You cough and a glass of water gets brought up to your lips. Drinking much hurts and you push the glass away. "What happened?"

"Potter hit you with some curse that was meant for Draco. Luckily, Professor Snape could somewhat reverse the damage." He lifts up your blouse and a range of slashing scars adorn your stomach and presumably also your chest and arms. "You're pretty face is luckily fine."

Theodore comes into your view as he goes to sit on the hospital bed. A gasp leaves your lips as his eye sports a blooming bruise and his lip is split. He cradles your face and brings his forehead against yours. "You should see the other guy", he whispers before you have the chance to ask.

You grab his hand and he hisses. Theo's knuckles are busted up and bleeding again. He pulls his hand away from yours and wipes the blood on his trousers. "Don't you worry, okay? I've dealt with it and you're safe."

Looking away, your eyes travel across the infirmary. You and Theodore are the only ones, an oil lamp burns on the desk of the matron and gives the only source of light — outside of the sudden lighting that gives the large room an eerie look.

"Will you stay with me?", you whisper, glancing up at Theo. His eyes are focused on the windows displaying the storm clouds. You reach out and pull him towards you, into the small bed. The two of you get comfortable — Theo under you while your legs tangle together. Your face is in the crook of his neck and his arms are tightly wrapped around your body.

"Hermione came to visit just before dinner."

You turn your head upwards and raise your eyebrows.

"She was worried about you. And quite furious at Harry."

You say nothing, fiddling anxiously with the hospital covers. You don't know what to say, or how to feel. Only a heavy feeling fills your chest at the thought of Harry. You've never felt it before and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Theodore studies you, how you cautiously look around, like you're in search of something. Something that will hurt you.

He sigh, pulling you closer to him — if that even was possible. He rests his head on top of yours, saying nothing but his message isn't lost. He tells you you're safe with him, and you know it. You feel it. And it relaxes you. Slightly.

Just as the two of you lull into sleep, the door of the infirmary gets blasted open. Theodore is immediately out of bed, his wand pointed towards the intruder.

Nothing would have prepared you for the utter shock of seeing Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Grayback and a bunch of other Death Eaters standing in between the splinters of the blown-apart door.

"Hello, daughter." 

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[brian-in-finance]

… to @bcacstuff and her Anon who said

Looks like Cait is on an interesting path in HW not just as member of The Academy of Motion Pictures and actress but also making things work in this industry from BTS.

ACADEMY REVEALS 2024 NICHOLL SCREENWRITING FELLOWS

Posted: Monday, September 30, 2024

LOS ANGELES, CA – Four individuals and one writing team have been selected as recipients of the 2024 Academy Nicholl Fellowships in Screenwriting. Each individual and writing team will receive a $35,000 prize and mentorship from an Academy member throughout their fellowship year. They also will participate in a week of virtual seminars, a virtual meet and greet with the Nicholl Fellowships committee, and in-person networking events, including a celebration in Beverly Hills on October 29. The Nicholl Fellowships were established in 1985 through the support of Gee Nicholl in memory of her husband, Don Nicholl.

The 2024 Nicholl Fellows are (listed alphabetically by author):

Alysha Chan and David Zarif (Los Angeles, CA), “Miss Chinatown”

Jackie Yee follows in her mother’s footsteps on her quest to win the Los Angeles Miss Chinatown pageant.

Colton Childs (Waco, TX), “Fake-A-Wish”

Despite their forty-year age gap, and the cancer treatment confining them to their small Texas town, two gay men embark on a road trip to San Francisco to grant themselves the Make-A-Wish they’re too old to receive.

Charmaine Colina (Los Angeles, CA), “Gunslinger Bride”

With a bounty on her head, a young Chinese-American gunslinger poses as a mail order bride to hide from the law and seek revenge for her murdered family.

Ward Kamel (Brooklyn, NY), “If I Die in America”

After the sudden death of his immigrant husband, an American man’s tenuous relationship with his Muslim in-laws reaches a breaking point as he tries to fit into the funeral they’ve arranged in the Middle East. Adapted from the SXSW® Grand Jury-nominated short film of the same name.

H (West Chester, PA), “The Superb Lyrebird & Other Creatures”

A neurodivergent teen who envisions people as animated creatures, battles an entitled rival for a life-changing art scholarship, while her sister unwisely crosses the line to help.

A total of 5,500 scripts, from 80 countries, were submitted for the 2024 competition.

The 2024 finalists are (listed alphabetically by author):

Kelly Beck-Byrnes, “Where the Boxelders Grow”

Tate Hamilton, “Delivery Girl”

Jamie Murphy, “Lights over Idaho”

Adele Smaill, “No Ghosts Tonight”

Justine Suh, “Deep”

The five fellowships are awarded with the understanding that recipients will complete feature-length screenplays during their fellowship year. The Academy acquires no rights to the works of Nicholl fellows and does not involve itself commercially in any way with their completed scripts.

The Academy Nicholl Fellowships Committee is chaired by Julie Lynn (Producers Branch). The members of the committee are Aldis Hodge and Caitríona Balfe (Actors Branch); Julien Thuan (Artist Representatives); Susan Shopmaker and Academy governor Kim Taylor-Coleman (Casting Directors Branch); Andrzej Bartkowiak (Cinematographers Branch); Allison Anders (Directors Branch); Bruce Hendricks and Marcus Hu (Executives Branch); Blaise Noto (Marketing and Public Relations Branch); Jason Michael Berman, Susan Cartsonis, Julia Chasman and Linda Reisman (Producers Branch); Sue Chan (Production Design Branch); Bobbi Banks (Sound Branch); and Destin Daniel Cretton, Susannah Grant, Ehren Kruger, Adele Lim, Justin Marks, Zak Penn and Katie Silberman (Writers Branch).

The global competition, which aims to identify and encourage talented new screenwriters, has awarded 186 fellowships since 1986. In 2024, several past Nicholl fellows added to their feature film and television credits:

Aaron Chung is a staff writer on Apple+’s “WondLa.”

Elizabeth Chomko directed the docuseries “Martin Scorsese Presents: The Saints.”

Eric Nazarian wrote and directed “Die like a Man.”

“Holy Irresistible” is from Andrew Shearer and Nicholas Sherman’s 2007 Nicholl-winning script.

“Interstate” is from Anthony Jaswinski’s 1997 Nicholl-winning script.

Jason Micallef is an executive producer and writer on Disney+’s “The Acolyte.”

R.J. Daniel Hanna wrote and directed two features: “Succubus” and “Hard Miles,” which he co-wrote.

For more information about the Academy Nicholl Fellowships in Screenwriting, visit oscars.org/nicholl.

Oscars Press

Brian 29 June 2022

Remember Caitríona’s latest Academy role?

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[reguluswife28]

Hi hi!!!

I have a request for Blaise if he finds out you have a really good singing voice

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

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Songbird

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Blaise and I sat in the common room with the rest of our friends joking and laughing around before we got ready for the Slytherin karaoke party we were throwing. We were tired of regular parties so Pansy came up with the idea of a karaoke centered party.

“We should start setting up now.” Mattheo said and we all nodded agreeing. Pansy and I got the speakers and microphones set up while the boys got the drinks and everything ready.

“Are you going to sing, ma?” Blaise asked coming up behind me snaking his arm around my waist.

“I’m singing with Pansy, yes.” I smiled leaning into his touch.

“Can’t wait to hear it.” He told me.

I hadn’t actually sang in front of anyone before so Blaise had never heard me sing. I’d like to say I have a good singing voice but others may think differently.

Soon the party started making Blaise and I separate cause he went up to sing first. I stood next to Pansy clapping and laughing with her as Blaise and Draco started singing Hot N Cold by Katy Perry. After they were done others went up and the karaoke party was a hit.

Soon it was mine and Pansy’s turn. “Put on best song ever by One Direction.” I told Theo as we grabbed mics and went to the little area where the karaoke singing took place.

It started and Pansy and I looked at each other smiling as she started. “Maybe it’s the way she walked. Straight into my heart and stole it. Through the doors and past the guards. Just like she already owned it.” She sung as we wrapped our arms around each others shoulders enjoying ourselves.

“I said ‘can you give it back to me’. She said ‘never in your wildest dreams’.” I sang and we both sang the rest together.

Soon enough Zayn’s high note was coming up and that was for me to sing. “Cause we danced all night to the best song ever.” I said hitting the high note then finishing the song with Pansy and at the end everyone clapped for us.

Blaise came over to me after I put my mic down picking me up and spinning me around with the biggest grin ever.

“My girl can sing. Can’t you, songbird?” He bragged as he set me down and I laughed hugging him joyfully. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I can.” I blushed still smiling.

We kissed then pulled apart staying with each other throughout the rest of the party even singing together once.

Overall the night was a great night and we were definitely doing this again.

[saintsenara]

harry/katie bell

george/lee jordan

ginny/blaise zabini

ron/demelza robbins

hermione/parvati

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

katie bell/harry potter

harry marching up to her after she's been in hospital for literally months so he can fish for info on draco malfoy isn't exactly giving stable, long-term relationship, i fear.

[nor is it giving attracted to women.]

lee jordan/george weasley

yes, without hesitation. i back the hurt/comfort potential of lee gently putting george - and the shop - back together following the end of the war with my life.

ginny weasley/blaise zabini

as we know - because pansy airs him to the entire carriage for fun and profit - blaise canonically thinks ginny's a cracker, and he does an extremely bad job of pretending otherwise. "i wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like that whatever she looked like" is it? ok! but you would!

ginny gets in a little mid-tier read of blaise herself in canon - "yeah zabini, because you're so talented... at posing" [ginevra... come on...], which is a flop the bitchy little twink who lived in her diary would never have allowed her to get away with. insulting people is clearly ginny's preferred way of expressing affection - just look at everything she ever says to ron - so i'm going to say... she'd go there.

demelza robbins/ron weasley

ron gasses her up as having thrown a tricky penalty ball at him during the quidditch try-outs in half-blood prince, which is the highest compliment he can bestow. he's definitely clocked she's a cutie.

he does also punch her hard in the mouth a few weeks later, so i wouldn't blame demelza for very much not being into it.

hermione granger/parvati patil

immediately derailed when parvati claims, five minutes into their first date, that she saw them getting together in her tea-leaves.

[hp-hcs]

(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 8 of my silly lil m! & enby! reader stories <3)

uniforms — nonbinary! blaise zabini & nonbinary! reader

tws: use of reader’s deadname, use of she/her pronouns and fem-specific language towards or about reader, use of he/him pronouns for blaise D/N = reader’s dead/given name Y/N = reader’s name

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“Can I try on one of your uniforms?”

You look up from your book, blinking at Blaise. “What?”

“Your uniforms. Can I try one on?”

“Why…?”

He sighs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s just an experiment, no big deal.”

You look at him quizzically for a moment longer. “Uh, sure, I guess?”

You stand up from your desk, crossing over to your armoire and pulling out one of your spare uniforms, laying it out on your bed. “Here, go wild.”

He smiles at you, running his fingers over the pleats of the skirt with surprising gentleness. “Thank you.”

You shrug, still a bit puzzled, and go back to reading your book.

~~~

“Zabini? The fuck are you wearing, man?” Theodore asks quizzically as you all sit at the Slytherin table for breakfast.

You glance up, seeing Blaise setting his bag down and smoothing out your uniform skirt, sitting down on the bench with that kind of natural grace all rich purebloods seem to have.

“It’s D/N’s,” he says smoothly with an air of haughty indifference. “I’m just borrowing it.”

“You lose a bet or something?”

“Merlin, Nott,” you roll your eyes. “He’s just expanding his wardrobe. Not a big deal.”

Theodore looks at you with an oddly thoughtful expression for a moment before shrugging. “Alright. Pass me the syrup, will ya?”

~~~

Blaise went back to his usual uniform the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Nearly a week from when he first asked to borrow your uniform, he tentatively knocks on the open door of your dorm room and peeks in.

“D/N?”

“Oh, hey, Blaise. What’s up?”

“Can you teach me how to put on eyeliner?”

You blink blankly for a moment before grinning. “Oh you could rock some eyeliner. C’mere.”

He grins back, bounding into your room with an unexpected amount of giddiness.

~~~

“Hey, Blaise?”

“Mhm?” He looks up from where he’s splayed out on your dorm room floor, setting his magazine—The Witch’s Weekly—down on his chest and waiting expectantly.

“Can I borrow one of your uniforms?”

“Sure,” he says, nonplussed, as he picks his magazine back up.

~~~

Theodore looks at you quizzically but says nothing as you sit down for dinner in the Great Hall wearing a boy’s uniform. When Blaise follows right behind you and sits down in his skirt, he just shakes his head a bit.

“Love today’s makeup, Zabini. Your eyeshadow game is on point.”

Blaise smiles.

“And you, L/N. I like the new hairstyle.”

You grin too.

~~~

“Pansy!” You call after her, jogging to catch up. She slows and turns around, smiling at you.

“Hey, D/N. I thought you couldn’t come to Hogsmeade?”

“Finished my essay last night.”

She nods, looping her arm through yours and marching towards your guys’ quick weekend destination, already chattering about any and all drama.

After a lull in the conversation, following a particularly juicy tidbit about Katie Bell, of all people, Pansy elbows you in the side gently.

“So what’s with the uniform? And you and Blaise, for that matter?”

“What? Nothing, I just like these uniforms better.”

“But you still wear makeup,” she points out.

“Yeah?”

“But you prefer to wear trousers?”

“So?” You ask, bristling slightly.

She pats your arm reassuringly. “No judgement, just curious. Are you trans?”

You pause.

“I’m not a boy.”

“Are you still a girl then?”

You hesitate.

“I think that’s your answer right there. Maybe you ought to talk to Professor Lupin’s spouse.”

~~~

“I’ll go make us some lunch. You can’t not eat, no matter how many tests you have to grade,” a voice says playfully but firmly as you hover uncertainly by Professor Lupin’s classroom door. You can hear footsteps from inside, then the door opens suddenly, nearly smacking you in the face.

“Oh! Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t see you there,” the culprit says apologetically.

“No worries,” you reply, a bit dazed. “I don’t suppose you’d be Tonks?”

“I am, in fact. What can I do for ya?”

“I had a bit of an odd question…” you trail off.

“Talk and walk with me, sweetheart. Do you like grilled cheese for lunch?”

~~~

“What is it called again?”

“Nonbinary,” you repeat, wringing your hands and cracking your knuckles nervously.

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right? That’s what I said! I didn’t even know that was an option!”

Blaise stands in the center of your dorm—the door locked and silencing spells up for privacy—and stares at you, mouth agape.

“Which means we’re not- there’s nothing wrong with us. There’s an actual name for it.”

“Huh,” Blaise murmurs softly.

“So what do we think? Yea or nay to they, if you will?”

“I say yea,” Blaise says with mock seriousness.

“Then it’s a unanimous decision. They it is.”

~~~

“Mx. L/N, Mx. Zabini, if you would pay attention,” Professor Snape all but snarls. “My class is more important than your discussions. Five points from Slytherin.”

“Wow, great job, guys,” Draco drawls, casting you both unamused glances.

“Hey- they started it!”

“Don’t listen to them, they started it!”

“Children, children, you’re both pretty. Stop fighting,” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Obviously I’m pretty,” Blaise scoffs as they press their hand to their chest in a mock-offended manner.

You roll your eyes. “You wish.”

Blaise pouts, turning around in his chair to face the rest of the friend group. “Theo, Y/N’s bullying me.”

Theodore snickers. “Maybe they’re just jealous,” he suggests.

“That makes more sense,” Blaise snickers as they stick their tongue out at you.

You stick your tongue out back at them. “Hey, you can’t be mean to me! I loaned you my old uniform in the first place!”

[skylarstark4826]

Katie plopped onto the couch in an unladylike manner, causing Blaise to raise an eyebrow over his book. “Let me guess, your mother?”

Her only answer was a frustrated, muffled scream from behind a pillow that she’d taken from the sofa to scream into. Shutting his book, he set it aside before sitting back and waiting for the rant that he knew was coming.

Their mothers were old friends and both unbearable shrews. He knew full well how Katie felt for he often felt the same. He just hoped that she hadn’t been tag teamed by the two old women. That was when they got to be completely unbearable.

“Your mother is an intolerable witch and my mother, oh…my mother, let me tell you.” She was red in the face, her eyes ablaze. “That woman is…oh, she’s something. A menace, that’s what. Menace to my life. She needs a hobby that doesn’t include marrying me off, that’s what she needs.

That or a good, stiff-“

“I get it,” he cut her off. “Unbearable witches. Who does she want you to marry today? Not Malfoy I hope?”

Katie gave him a ‘look’. “Seriously? Even she knows better-Malfoy? Seriously?!”

Not only had he oh yeah, tried to kill her, but he was the most annoying, whiny prat on the planet.

“Seriously?”

Blaise smiled, she was annoyed. She was most amusing when she was annoyed.

“All right then, who?”

She rolled her eyes in his direction before giving him a ‘who do you think’ look.

Blaise’s mouth went agape for a moment before laughing. “They can’t be on this again?” Their mothers were convinced that since neither one of their children could keep a mate that they were destined to be a match, or some crap. He wasn’t sure what went on in their minds and he didn’t want to know.

“Oh, but they are.”

Katie lay back on the sofa, pillow over her face. Another frustrated scream came from her direction and he sighed, putting his feet up on his desk.

“Maybe we should…you know, get married? They’d leave us alone, we could ban them from the manor, let them live together and annoy each other for once.”

The pillow slowly came off of her face.

“What?” Her tone of voice did not bode well.

“I’m just saying, would it be so horrible to marry someone that you at least enjoyed being around? Trying to find someone to spend your life with is long, tedious, wasteful work. What’s the harm in settling for someone you can tolerate?”

She was suitable for him. He wasn’t sure if he could see himself having sex with her, but she was a better choice than most of them women that his mother threw his way.

“You can’t be serious? A marriage of convenience then? God, you sound worse than my mother, Blaise.”

“I take that as a ‘no’?”

“Take that as a ‘hell no’. When I get married, it will be because…because…because that person makes the room stop. Because when they’re near me, my skin tingles. Because I can’t live without them. Not because my mother wants me to. I deserve more than that. You deserve more than that. Stop being absurd. I’m heading to the pub, you coming?”

Blaise shook his head. “You go on. I’ll catch up.”

He watched her leave and shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“She said ‘no’, you can stop listening now!” He called, knowing that his mother was eavesdropping somewhere, or an elf was doing it for her.

Standing, Blaise followed Katie’s path, grinning to himself at the absurdity of his mother.

[ogkatieelizabeth]

get to know me

hi, my name is katie

my favorite colors are green and pink. more specifically, emerald green and baby pink.

i think i have a pretty diverse music taste. my favorite song of all time is sparks fly (tv). i love taylor swift obviously, and my favorite album is reputation. not only because of the music, but for the meaning of the era. i also love lana del rey, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, renee rapp, the beatles, deftones, and nirvana.

some of my favorite movies are titanic, thirteen, saltburn, call me by your name, girl interrupted, the virgin suicides, black swan, bones and all, barbie, priscilla, mean girls, twilight, and the harry potter series. my favorite harry potter movie is the half blood prince. also, my hogwarts house is slytherin, and my patronus is a grass snake. my favorite characters from the series are draco, luna, hermione, fred, george, ginny, blaise, neville, and harry. but i particularly watch movies when i see myself in them. a few characters i see my self in are tracy freeland, venetia catton, elio perlman, lux lisbon, and draco malfoy.

a few things i love are reading on porch swings in the rain, iced coffee, and using tumblr like a diary

i have an unhealthy obsession with fictional men and actors : jacob elordi, draco malfoy, timothee chalamet, anakin skywalker, jackson avery, ryan gosling in the notebook, dominic fike, matthew gray gubler, milo mayhem, harry styles, mark walburg in fear, jared letos joker, joe keery

a few tv shows i like are friends, the good place, the sex lives of college girls, the vampire diaries, greys anatomy

i started really writing poetry about 6 months ago when i was in the psych ward. i ended up there exactly a month after my last relationship ended. and honestly it should’ve ended a lot sooner. poetry has become my way of turning pain into something prettier.

okay so if you cared enough to read all that ur so nice and we should definitely be mutuals. ily

[training4theapocalypse]

A Nest of Vipers Ch6. (Cormac McLaggen x Original Female Character - Slytherin)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings / Tags: A little bit of smut, pure blood supremacy, tragic romance

Summary: Slughorn's party is tonight and it's time for Una to choose between the Vipers and Cormac McLaggen.

A/N: Una gets worse every chapter I swear to GOD.

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Chapter 6: Slughorn's Party

Una entered the dimly lit common room arm in arm with Meredith and Sabine, their entrance causing a sudden silence among the four Slytherin boys in dress robes. 

“Wow, Sabine, you look… wow,” said the usually aloof Theodore Nott, causing Blaise to give him a haughty look.

“Put your eyes back in, Nott,” said Blaise, rolling his eyes. 

“Now you know how I feel,” grumbled Graham. “Having one of your friends go out with your sister.”

It was the night of Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, and both Una and Blaise had their own agendas for the evening. They were attending as friends, united by separate pursuits of the heart.

“Una and I are going as friends,” Blaise reminded him. “Better that than fraternising with the enemy.”

“The enemy,” snorted Graham but Una knew Blaise was overcompensating, that he’d slink away and find Ginny Weasley as quickly as he could.

“Well, I think you make a lovely couple,” smiled Sabine, showing off her perfect row of white teeth as she greeted Blaise with a kiss on each cheek before taking Theodore’s extended arm. 

“I dunno, it’s all a bit incest-y for me,” said Graham with a sour look on his face. “You’re going with my sister, your sister’s going with Nott. We’re a hop, skip and a jump away from getting married off to our cousins.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not my cousin,” said Albie Selwyn, taking Meredith’s hand and kissing it. Una wrinkled her nose. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet and in her opinion, that was much too early for public displays of affection. 

“Just Sabine’s ex,” muttered Graham to Una who covered a laugh by opening her bag and checking her lip gloss in her little black mirror.

This was exactly how Sabine liked it. Having power over Meredith and Una by persuading them to go to Slughorn’s party with people she thought she had influence over. Albie Selwyn was a perfect match for Meredith - he wasn’t good enough for Sabine so of course Meredith was permitted to have her sloppy seconds.

And Blaise, well, Sabine didn’t know her brother as well as she thought she did. Una had found an unlikely friend in Blaise after her confrontation with Myrtle in the girl’s bathroom. He was alone in the common room when she had returned and she’d confided in him. He was the only person who could understand how she was feeling. Although by Blaise’s account, his and Ginny’s secret was progressing much more discreetly, and successfully, than her’s and Cormac’s. But Blaise didn’t have the same jealous streak as Una and Cormac. In fact, he didn’t even seem to care that Ginny would be there with her boyfriend, Dean Thomas.

Una took Blaise’s arm and the seven of them ascended the stairs, the salty seaweed-tinged air of the Slytherin common room turning to Christmas pine and firewood as they entered the Entrance Hall. 

Cormac McLaggen and Hermione Granger were standing beside Ginny Weasley, Dean Tomas and Katie Bell as the latter awaited the arrival of her date. When Graham saw Katie he practically bounded over, taking her hand and making her do a little spin to show off her dress. It was so sickeningly cute that the other Slytherins rolled their eyes at each other but it made Una’s throat knot in jealousy. Why must her own pursuits be so complicated when Graham could so openly and unashamedly go with Katie?

When Katie stopped her spinning she looked giddy. Graham took her arm and led her towards the direction of the corridor where Slughorn’s office was. Just as Katie and Graham passed between Una and Cormac’s line of sight, they locked eyes.

It was irritating how handsome he looked tonight. Una supposed he must come from money like her, with his perfectly tailored black dress robes. Of course, she knew he was well-connected - he had to have been to receive an invite to Slug Club, but his robes made the other revellers milling around the Entrance Hall look scruffy in comparison. 

Cormac’s curly hair, usually messed up from running his hands through it or playing Quidditch, was elegantly textured. There was a single curl over his forehead that could have been a paid actor. She finally understood what Cormac meant when he said he ‘wanted to make a mess of her’. Una wanted to twist her fingers through those curls and make fun of him for trying so hard, to push that stupid curl out of his face while he was on his knees with his mouth between her legs.

Una snapped out of it when Hermione slinked her arm through Cormac’s and he broke his eye contact. Hermione’s usually frizzy hair was also slicked back, except hers was twisted into an elegant bun. She supposed Cormac and Hermione were well-suited. And as things weren’t working out well between Una and Cormac, maybe he and Hermione would have a flock of wild-haired children one day. She watched as they followed Katie and Graham in the direction of the party.

“You know, you look beautiful,” murmured Blaise as the group of Slytherins followed suit, Una and Blaise lagging behind the others. “Speaking platonically, of course. McLaggen is an idiot.”

“Thanks, Blaise,” she smiled. 

She almost felt guilty about confiding her woes with Cormac McLaggen to him. Especially when even though he didn’t know it, Blaise’s blossoming relationship with Ginny Weasley would be playing right into her plans to get back at the people who had hurt her brother.

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Try as he might, Cormac McLaggen was having a difficult time getting rid of Hermione Granger. He should have expected this, of course. He knew how he looked when he made an effort and the effect it could have on girls. It just wasn’t having the desired effect on the right girl. And it really wasn’t fair to poor Hermione to lead her on like this.

What was worse was that he thought he might be able to get to the bar by himself. Be seen there alone - then maybe Una would come over and they could discuss tactics. Arrange to meet later, or better yet, sneak away before either Hermione or Blaise noticed they were gone. But Hermione just wanted to accompany him to the bar. Wherever he went she followed. It was like she wanted to be seen with him in every corner of the room.

“And then, I suppose, my eighteenth best save was when I was playing for the Wimbourne Wasps under-14s,” he said and he was actually starting to bore himself now. “Their seeker was Cassius Burke. Or maybe it was Gideon Blackwood. No, wait - it was Cassius Burke. And it was a kick away from the left hoop.”

“You know, this is really fascinating, Cormac,” said Hermione loudly as a few other Gryffindors passed by.

“It - it is?” he asked. Una would have told him to shut his fat mouth and stop talking about himself long ago. Then he’d have wiped the beautiful sneer from her face by letting her know his preferred way of being shut up. 

The thought made him miss her. 

He looked over to where she was still standing with Blaise, Sabine and her date. Blaise rested a hand on the exposed skin of Una’s backless emerald green dress just below where her straight, shiny hair danced across her spine and he said something that made her throw her head back and laugh. Una’s other friend, the red-headed one, Meredith, was some way away looking uncomfortable as her drunk date pressed his mouth to her ear, half kissing her, half whispering something and accidentally spilling some of his drink down the front of her dress.

It inspired Cormac to try a different tack. He remembered how Hermione recoiled at Slughorn’s dinner party back in October when he’d suggestively sucked on his fingers while looking at her from across the table.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he asked, leaning down to whisper to Hermione and purposefully slurring his words. It was perfect, seeing as he couldn’t think of a tactful way to ask her to leave him alone without offending her. 

“I - excuse me?”

“Come on, you just said I was fascinating. Let me show you something really impressive,” he said, putting a hand on her waist. 

“I don’t think so, Cormac,” she blustered. “Excuse me, I need to go to the ladies.” 

Cormac watched as she turned on her heels and ran off. In the opposite direction of the bathroom and towards the tent-like furnishings where Harry Potter was standing with Luna Lovegood from the D.A. in her spangled silver dress robes. 

Well, that was easy, thought Cormac before spotting Katie Bell and Graham Montague over at a secluded table. He didn’t want to be a third-wheel on their date but he didn’t really know anyone else here except Una. 

“Remember the time Potter practically swallowed the snitch?” laughed Katie as Graham almost choked on his drink. 

“Mind if I join you?” asked Cormac and Katie nodded enthusiastically to the chair opposite them. 

“Graham, this is Cormac McLaggen,” said Katie. “I’m not sure if Una has told you about him.”

Cormac stuck out his hand and Graham put down his drink to shake it before Cormac took his seat. “Er, no, she hasn’t,” said Graham with uncertainty. “Are you friends with her then?”

It wasn’t a surprise that Una hadn’t mentioned him to her brother, after all, they were keeping things between them a secret. Although he had sort of hoped that maybe she’d have confided in Graham, especially since he himself was here with a Gryffindor. 

Cormac chose his next words carefully, mindful of Katie’s suspicious look. “Hardly. Well, I mean, we sit next to each other in Transfiguration,” he said casually. “But she talks about you.”

“All complaints, I assume?”

Cormac laughed. Una had told him all about how Graham was their parents' golden child. According to Una, the fact she was Head Girl paled in comparison to their darling, Quidditch Captain son. 

“Well, she’s so sick of me meddling in her love life, I’m not surprised.”

Cormac covered his momentary pause by taking a sip of his drink. Maybe Graham knew more than he was letting on.

“I asked her not to come here tonight with Blaise because he’s my best mate,” explained Graham.

“Oh?” So that explained Una’s sudden change of heart.

“Yeah, well, she wasn’t having it so I’ve backed off now. Especially after the last time my parents tried to force her to go out with someone and she blew -” Graham stopped himself abruptly and shook his head. “I mean she wasn’t happy.” He laughed unconvincingly.

“What happened?” asked Cormac, his curiosity piqued by Graham’s sudden change in tone.

“Where is she anyway?” asked Graham, ignoring Cormac’s question and looking over his shoulder. “I haven’t seen her and that slimy git Blaise in a while.”

Cormac turned around in his chair. None of the Vipers or their dates were anywhere to be seen.

“Slimy git? I thought you said he was your best mate?” laughed Katie.

“Yeah, well, it’s different when he’s got his hands all over my sister,” Graham grumbled.

Cormac turned back around to see Katie observing him. He shook his head warningly. Katie had been suspicious of his relationship with Una for a few weeks now but the last thing he was going to do was confess his feelings in front of her brother. Katie just smirked as if his head shake had confirmed everything.

Graham turned the subject back to Quidditch and while Cormac had more questions than ever, he was relieved to not have to word his answers so carefully now they were no longer talking about Una.

“And remember when your mates got detention for dressing up as dementors during one of our games?” chuckled Katie.

“Oh god, yeah. That was Draco’s idea. He… hang on. Speak of the devil,” said Graham, his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked past Cormac into the middle of the room.

Cormac turned in his seat and watched the Hogwarts caretaker, Argus Filch, dragging in a pale boy with a pointed face into the middle of the room by his ear.

“Alright, I wasn’t invited!” Draco spat angrily. “I was trying to gatecrash. Happy?” And Cormac was surprised when he looked furiously over in the direction of the table that he was currently sitting at.

“That’s alright Argus, that’s alright,” boomed Slughorn. “It’s not a crime to want to come to a party. Just this once we’ll forget any punishment. You may stay, Draco.”

“Oh no,” groaned Graham. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Katie. “I thought he was your friend too?”

“He was trying to convince me not to come tonight so I could help him with a job - I mean, a project. I think that’s why he was trying to sneak in.”

Cormac remained fixed on the commotion as Draco thanked Slughorn for his generosity and couldn’t help but notice that Draco looked a little ill. 

“A project? The day before we go home for the holidays?” asked Katie. Cormac wondered if that was why Draco looked so worse for wear. Maybe he had a deadline he was going to miss?

“Well, I’ve not had much time to work on it. I’ve been preoccupied with something else,” said Graham and Cormac turned back around in his chair just in time to see him wiggling his eyebrows at Katie. “Doesn’t matter anyway - look, Snape’s not having it.”

Sure enough, Draco was being dragged back out of the room at the exact same moment Una was coming back in. Alone. 

Cormac raised a hand in acknowledgement and Una halted on the spot, pursing her lips when she saw he was sitting with Graham and Katie.

“Una!” called Graham and her eyes darted everywhere except their table as if looking for an escape route before reluctantly continuing towards them, her high-heeled stilettos clicking on the dance floor ominously as she did.

Cormac stood up and pulled out the seat next to him and she sat down wordlessly, dumping her clutch bag on the table. “Well, I’ve just had to rescue Meredith from Selwyn. Blaise and I had to put them to bed. Separately. And now I’ve got no idea where anyone else is.”

“You’ll just have to put up with our much worse company then,” said Cormac.

Una huffed a derisive laugh and looked directly at Cormac. “I’ll say.”

Her icy glare was full of annoyance and Cormac was sure he’d soon find out that he was somehow responsible for her mood. But even though she looked irritated at him, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

She always looked beautiful. He still got a little flustered now that he was actually allowing himself to look at her in her school uniform but he was unprepared for seeing her dressed to the nines like this. He was glad of the commotion caused by Katie and Graham fawning over each other in the Entrance Hall earlier this evening - it meant that nobody noticed that he had stopped mid-sentence when Una had appeared, arm in arm with Blaise wearing that satin green dress that pooled on the floor like it was molten.

“Ouch, harsh, Una,” chuckled Graham. “Cormac was just telling us you’re in Transfiguration together.”

“And come to think of it, that’s just about as much time in Cormac McLaggen’s presence as I can stand sober. Excuse me.” Una tossed her hair over her shoulder before getting up and walking over to the bar. 

Cormac hesitated as he looked from Una’s abandoned bag to her figure cutting through the crown, a backless silhouette of grace and indignation.

“Just go,” said Katie in exasperation.

Cormac didn’t bother explaining himself. He grabbed Una’s bag and followed her towards the bar.

“So much for hardly knowing each other,” said Graham, raising an eyebrow.

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“Una, what’s up?” asked Cormac, leaning on the edge of the bar at the back of Slughorn’s office as Una caught the barman’s eye with practised ease.

“What’ll it be?” asked the young barman absently, dressed in a white tailcoat and cleaning the bar with a towel. He had a pimply face - he couldn’t have been much older than Una or Cormac, she thought. 

“A shot of firewhiskey please,” said Una.

“Make that two,” added Cormac.

“No can do,” said the barman. “Boss said no shots.”

“Oh.” Una pouted and twisted the end of her hair. “Not even just one tiny shot?” she asked, her voice dripping in saccharine sweetness that was anything but innocent.

The barman shook his head as if strengthening his own resolve by denying her request.

Una giggled. “I suppose that makes sense. Who knows what would happen if the students all lost our inhibitions.” She moved her shoulder discreetly so that her strap fell down her arm. 

The barman blinked a few times as his cheeks turned pink. “Well… maybe one. Just don’t tell anyone, alright?”

He poured a shot and Una downed it before placing the glass back on the bar. “Gosh, that’s gone right to my head.” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Could I trouble you for a glass of champagne, please?”

“Two!” Cormac called after him, a hint of irritation in his voice after being plainly ignored by the barman. “And you can stop trying to make me jealous because it isn’t working,” he added to Una.

“I’m doing no such thing,” said Una. “And besides, you’re one to talk. The way you had your hands all over Granger.”

“I was just trying to get rid of her.”

Una snorted derisively. “By doing your best impression of the giant squid?”

“I didn’t think anyone noticed.” 

“Cormac, it’s time you learned that I see everything and I hear everything,” hissed Una, her voice filled with venom. “So don’t expect me to be grateful when you tell Hermione to doll herself up for you so you can spend the evening getting handsy with her.”

“Fuck, Una. It wasn’t like that -”

“Oh yeah? That’s not what Moaning Myrtle overheard in the bathroom. She told me all about how you asked Hermione to wear something sexy tonight. I mean, what the fuck, Cormac? You think I wouldn’t find out? Oh - thank you.” Her expression softened momentarily as she thanked the barman for the drinks with a forced smile.

She tried to walk away from the bar but Cormac caught her wrist discreetly. 

“Let go of me. You can’t just manhandle me any time an argument isn’t going your way,” she snapped.

“And you can’t just storm off every time you’re about to show the tiniest bit of vulnerability,” said Cormac sternly, his tight grip encircling her wrist bones and pulling her close. 

“That’s not what this is, I -”

“I know what you’re like, Una, I can tell you’ve been stewing over this all day. And I’ll be damned if I let you leave for the Christmas holidays without us sorting this out.”

“It’s not for you to let me do anything.”

“It is when it involves me so shut up for a second and listen.”

Una’s nostrils flared as she stared up at him furiously. That stupid, pretty little curl on his head. It tempted her fingers with a desire to yank it out. “Go on then, try and talk your way out of it.”

“Not here,” said Cormac, increasingly aware of the fact that their whispered conversation was likely to be overheard. “Behind that curtain,” he suggested, nodding to the heavy tent-like draping covering the stone walls of Slughorn’s magically expanded office.

“Are you going to let go of me or should I expect an escort?”

Cormac loosened his grip and handed Una her purse. She snatched it from him and followed him to the secluded edge of the room. Cormac checked the coast was clear of onlookers and held open the hanging to let Una walk through.

“I did ask Hermione to dress up,” said Cormac, his voice tinged with embarrassment and regret. “But that was before I knew you and Blaise were going tonight as friends. I was jealous. And I was trying to make you jealous too.”

“Well, it worked. Are you happy?” Una’s words were sharp but her voice wavered - a tiny chink of vulnerability in her armour that she so wished she could hide.

“Obviously not, Unes. I told you before that I’m terrible at playing games. And this attempt has backfired. Spectacularly.”

Una paused, taken aback by his candour. She was adept at weaving intricate plans. It was like playing wizard’s chess to her, while Cormac... he was more like a player of exploding snap - unguarded and impulsive. And maybe, she thought, what he deserved was someone who wasn’t a game player. Someone honest. Someone who didn’t care about being strategic.

He might not have her cunning, but there was a simplicity, a sweetness in his earnestness. A typical Gryffindor, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“Maybe you should find Hermione again -” started Una softly but Cormac interrupted her with an exasperated groan.

“Una, come on. We’ve just been over this -”

“No, I’m serious, Cormac. I’m not just saying it to start another argument. Aren’t relationships supposed to be fun? Easy? The two of you looked good together.”

Una was starting to think she should have just let her parents betroth her to someone as planned rather than putting up such a fight. It would have avoided this current mess with Cormac if she had. It would have meant that she’d never have made a mess back then either, a mess that strained her relationship with her parents beyond repair.

“I am having fun. And it could be easy if you just stopped caring about what the Vipers think.” Cormac cupped her face with both hands and she could feel her worries melting away, even if only for a moment.

She sighed heavily. “Cormac, please don’t make me choose between you and them.”

Cormac leaned in closer, his green eyes locking onto hers with a sincerity that made her heart flutter. “I’m not asking you to choose, Una. They are. But if you’re really thinking of ending this...” He leaned in, his warm breath fanning against her skin. “I can’t let you go without one last kiss.”

And then he kissed her. Kissed her as if she were the only thing in the world he ever wanted. And Una kissed him back, the sweet champagne on his lips tainted by the smoky, briny firewhiskey on hers. 

This was all it took. A kiss was enough to turn her to putty in his hands.

She succumbed to her intrusive thoughts.

“Fuck what they think. I’ll have my parents buy me new friends if it means you’ll fuck me again,” panted Una in Cormac’s ear as he kissed her neck.

He groaned. “You’re so fucked up for that.”

“And you’re fucked up for wanting me.”

She grabbed the front of his dress robes and pulled him urgently so he pressed her between him and the stone wall. Fuck, she loved feeling his body between her legs. It seemed to block out all the external problems complicating things. It was just she and him.

Cormac’s hands pulled up her floor-length satin dress.

“Fuck, not here, Cormac,” she said as his hand cupped her lacy underwear. But her cunt was throbbing underneath his touch. She couldn’t deny that she wanted him to touch her.

“But you’re so wet for me,” he whispered, slipping his hand into her underwear and tracing two fingers along her slit. “I can’t let you back out there all worked up. What if that barman gets ideas?”

“You said that wasn’t working - flirting with the guy behind the bar to - to make you jealous,” she whimpered.

“I’m not jealous. I’m furious. And I’m about to teach you a lesson,” he told her with an arrogant sort of appraising look.

Suddenly, the curtains behind them rustled and Una and Cormac broke apart. Panic jolted through her as Una yanked down the front of her dress and hastily wrenched the fallen strap back up her shoulder.

“Mister McLaggen,” said a low voice from behind them. 

Shit. Cormac spun around and when Una laid eyes on the person who’d interrupted them, they widened in horror.

“Miss… Montague?” Professor Snape’s voice had a tone of surprise as eyes darted between them. 

Fuck. Una’s stomach dropped as her Head of House eyed them suspiciously.

“I trust, Miss Montague, that you are of sound mind and have not been confunded?”

“Yea, sir,” said Una sheepishly. “I mean, I haven’t been confunded.” Although for a split second, she briefly considered lying and saying she was confunded. Let Cormac take the fall.

“Detention. Both of you. After the holidays.”

“Sir, please, I can’t be seen in detention,” said Una. It was a risk arguing with Snape, even though he was her favourite teacher and Head of House. But she had to at least plead her case. She knew it would look bad for him too if the student he’d put forward for Head Girl was in detention.

Snape paused, looking at their dishevelled, embarrassed appearances, his expression unreadable.

“I’ll do both detentions,” said Cormac. “It was my fault -”

“Your chivalry is very touching, Mister McLaggen, however…” said Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I am the one who will decide a suitable punishment.” Una held her breath waiting for the verdict. “You will both receive detention. Separately. Miss Montague, you are permitted to use the excuse that you are doing remedial Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“Remedial Defence…” whispered Una, horror-struck. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. She couldn’t think of anything more mortifying. That is until Snape held open the curtain.

“Now, I expect you to return to your dormitories. Immediately.”

Una was temporarily rendered speechless. If she and Cormac were to emerge from behind a curtain and frogmarched through the party by Snape… “Sir, I can’t -”

“Miss Montague, I have been exceptionally lenient with you - do not test my patience.”

Resigned, Una muttered a quiet “Yes, sir,” and reluctantly followed Snape and Cormac. The party was thinning out, which only made their conspicuous exit feel like a spotlight. She fought the urge to hide her face, instead lifting her chin with feigned confidence.

“Nice one, McLaggen,” congratulated Marcus Belby, sticking out his fist as they passed. Cormac at least had the decency to ignore him. Or perhaps he knew reciprocating would land him another few weeks of detention.

Una saw Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger huddled together near the doorway as she continued to follow Snape and Cormac.

“I told you he was vile,” said Hermione quietly.

“Yeah, well I didn’t think he’d sink that low,” said Ginny.

Una slowed her pace, just enough to let Snape and Cormac exit the room ahead of her. This was her chance. Her chance to set off her plan for revenge and provoke Ginny Weasley into attacking her. 

“Sorry about your boyfriend…” Una lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper so that only Ginny and Hermione could hear. Then she said a word that she’d never said before. “...Mudblood.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped in shock but Ginny’s eyes narrowed furiously.

“How dare you!” exclaimed Ginny, drawing her wand. A jet of purple light flew towards Una - she made to duck but twisted her ankle in her high stilettos and fell as the bat bogey hex flew over her head and hit Marcus Belby directly in the face, causing pandemonium as everyone dodged the effects of the spell.

“Goodness gracious” exclaimed Slughorn, flapping his arms in panic.

Snape whirled back into the room, quickly followed by Cormac to find Una on the floor, Ginny standing over her with her wand raised and Hermione tugging on Ginny’s arm trying to pull her back. With a lazy flick of his wand, Snape disarmed Ginny and caught her wand in the air with his other hand.

“Sir, I tried to warn you,” said Una, tears welling in her eyes as Cormac helped her to her feet. “She’s jealous, Cormac, and she got her friend to attack me.”

“That is not what happened!” protested Ginny. “She called Hermione a -”

“Oh, spare me the thrilling details of your personal lives,” said Snape, rolling his eyes and handing Ginny her wand back. “Weasley, detention. Granger, ten points from Gryffindor. You two - follow me.”

“Yes, sir,” sniffed Una as she looked down and rubbed her elbow where she had fallen and grazed it. As Cormac and Snape left the room she turned back and looked at Ginny and Hermione, giving them the tiniest smirk as she left.

This was all working out perfectly.

[sweetpandorabox]

He finds out you're jealous - HP boys edition

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel, I'm in the mood to do another listing style post, so this one is about what these HP boys would do when they find out that you're feeling jealous and try to make you feel better so enjoy I love you. xx

Warnings⚠️: Sexual Themes & Jealousy

Word Count : 4,440

List of Characters:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Oliver Wood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…

Harry Potter :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

A bunch of girls a year younger than Harry was swarming him inside the great hall during lunch almost fangirling at him because he was the chosen one, they were touching his arms, playing with his hair, whispering and giggling about him and some even ask for his autograph. Harry feels awkward but he was smiley and happy to be there as you sat next to your boyfriend rolling your eyes at the sight of girls going nuts for him and eating a sandwich with a book in your hands to distract yourself from the feeling of jealousy.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

He's confused about why you're jealous at first but then figured out that it was because of all the girls that fangirl over him during lunch and apologize right away by holding you and looking into your eyes.

He'd convinced you to take a nap with him and cuddle, even if you don't want to he'd wait until you sleep before putting your head down on his chest and pulling you close to his body.

He'd try to recreate your very first date together and managed to convince you to get in on this, even putting on the same exact outfit he had on that day just to make you smile recreating the special memory.

He tries to show you off more to his friends talking about how amazing you are and how gorgeous you are, and how he couldn't be luckier nor happier than he is right now just to prove to you that you're the center of his world and that he loves you more than anyone and anything.

He tries to stay a little more lowkey to all the new students that get excited to see the boy who lived and saves those times when you aren't around just so he can focus on you when the both of you are spending time together.

Ronald Weasley :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You and Ron were sitting inside the Gryffindor's common room couch by the fireplace. The ginger boy instructs you to sit on his lap to make room for both Harry and Hermione as well, Ron wrapped his hands around your waist rubbing it warm with his hands while the four of you discuss something as a group before Katie Bell a friendly person who was very interested in Quidditch and happens to be a very kind and gentle person came up to your group to ask if the jacket she's wearing looks good for her date, everyone complimented her including you since she is a very pretty girl but Ron, in particular, was looking at her a little bit too much and was over complimenting her which made he smile at his response leaving your jealous.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

Oblivious to why you're acting cold, ignoring him, and upset at him, he had to ask Hermione and Harry why you might act this way, and when he realized that you were feeling jealous he felt terrible and pulled you aside where the two of you can be alone and apologize while hugging you tight and showers you with compliments.

Picks you up your favorite food, treats, and drinks to make you feel better because he thinks food is the way to your heart which is factual, and before he hands them over he asks for a kiss and a hug as payment.

He usually asks you for help with any kind of school work instead of relying on Hermione and Harry but since you're mad and annoyed at him right now he relies heavily on Hermione and Harry for a study session so you don't have to deal with him and only comes to you to spend time with you.

He tries his best to give you space when you want it even if it's really hard for him to stay away from you and when he does give you space he's actually always pretty close to you but he isn't sure if you've ever noticed or not, he doe this just to make sure you're okay all alone.

He always serves you some food first but after the incident, he made sure to make the food into a cute little design on your plate just to make it a little extra special and to make you smile, this morning he decided to put a smiley face on your pancake with some blueberries and syrup on top.

Neville Longbottom :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You meant to go inside the library to pick your boyfriend Neville up after he tutors a Hufflepuff girl that's been struggling greatly in Herbology. Since Neville is quite gifted at the subject professor Sprout made him help the girl, resulting in a tutoring session twice a week before dinner time between the two at first you don't mind it what's so ever, you trust your boyfriend, and the girl but today's session made you feel differently, as you made your way towards the table they're sitting at with some sugar quills, Neville's favorite sweets in hand, you watched as the girl stroke Neville's arm and play around with his fluffy hair while Neville is quite visibly uncomfortable but he blushed and kept on reading out information that the girl may not know as you watched jealousy swarms over you, turning around to wait outside the library for him instead.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

He'd feel extremally bad but kind of happy that you got jealous over that which means you care and you love him so very much so to fix it he went out of his way to go get you a bouquet of flowers, chocolates and his favorite hoodie inside a basket and he got down on his knees to apologize that he didn't say anything despite being uncomfortable with the Hufflepuff girl.

Usually the both of you would have quiet time together where you stay inside each other's dorm if you got to have it alone and would do your own things whether that's reading, studying, or listening to music just being in each other company but this time he tries to be brave and start a make-out session because he doesn't usually start anything he thought this would make you feel better.

He offers to do your homework for you, especially Herbology since you're not very good at the subject yourself, he's more than happy to usually help you out with it but since he felt bad about what happened he just offers to do the whole thing for you.

He decided to write a whole list in a form of a letter of all the things he loves and admires about you before putting it by your nightstand while you're asleep so you could read it as soon as you woke up.

He's a really good listener and loves to hear you talk about anything so he tends to ask a lot of questions every single day regarding you his girlfriend, so now more than ever he wants you to talk loads so you could forget about being jealous and also because he genuinely just care a lot about your day to day life.

Oliver Wood :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You ran over quickly towards the Quidditch pitch knowing that your boyfriend of 1 year Oliver would be there training with his fellow red and gold team, as soon as you spot them, the team was huddling in a small circle around Oliver as he shouts different strategies they'll be using to win the next game. You've arrived just in time to see him in his serious and focused mode before sending the team away to fly around the quidditch pitch 5 times to clear their head, perfect just perfect, you sneakily kiss his cheek as the smell of sweat burst in the air, Oliver was surprised at the kiss but turned around to find you smiling and is somewhat dressed nicely for just a visit, he kissed your forehead and wrapped his toned arms around your hips and asks why you got all dressed up for with a cheeky smile, the smile you had on your face is now wiped off, he'd forgotten about today so you explain dot him sadly that they're meant to go on a date today to makeup or all the time that he was to busy with quidditch or had some super intensive training with the team that he had to cancel the plans you both made, his face drops before explaining to you that he had forgotten and that the rest of his day will be all about quidditch per usual and that after he's going to have practice session with only the three chasers in the team which are , Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet which are all girls. You rolled your eye before leaving Oliver behind and going back to your dorm even if he was calling out after you shouting I'm sorry but ultimately he lets you go.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

At first he didn't really see what the big deal was he tried to say sorry but once you've ignored him and given him the silent treatment for 2 days he came to his senses and tried his absolute best to get you to listen to his apology and even going as far as to do anything you want him to even if you want him to quit quidditch team he would do it.

Pays all of his roommates to let him have their dorm room for the night so he can set up a projector inside his shared dorm for a very special movie night, he arranged his bed nicely, grabs the best snacks from honey dukes earlier that day and even got the both of you a pair of matching pajamas which he knows you'll be more than happy to put on in hopes you'll forgive him and let him kiss you tonight.

You've always brought up an idea to make a handshake but he's always been too busy to make one and to actually learn to remember it so this time he asks if the both of you can finally make one and despite you being upset and annoyed he got you to agree to make a really cute and long one with a kiss at the end of it.

He pretty much cancels anything quidditch related this week despite being the captain and having a match against one of the houses next week, he shuts them all out and encouraged the Gryffindor team to do some individual training or do a group on without him for a little bit so he can spend all his free time with you all day every day as an apology.

He decided to make a bucket list for the two of you, and list all the things the two of you might want to do and it has to be completed before the both of you graduated from Hogwarts this way he can balance while also managing his time as a student, quidditch captain/player, and a boyfriend well.

Draco Malfoy :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You and your boyfriend Draco were sitting inside the great hall during a free period and so did a couple other students as they all scattered around the 4 grand and large benches studying or talking quietly amongst themselves and some friends, today, in particular, was just the two of you so the both of you chose to sit on the Slytherin table near the front where the staff seating was visible and was chatting about something funny, Draco has his left arm warped around your waist and was facing you the entire time tucking loose hair behind your ear while you giggle quietly at the conversation you're having with him. All of a sudden a certain girl in a Slytherin robe marched into the part of the table the both of you were sitting on and low and behold it was Draco's ex-girlfriend who'd been unfaithful to him, she marched down to Draco's side and completely ignore your existence before saying how sorry she was and how much she wanted him back, she even dared to say that she's so much better than you were and that no one can come close to her leaving you visibly upset before she can say anymore Draco pulled her aside and talked to her quietly holding her right wrist before she takes off giving you a dirty look.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

Watch as you get all mad and annoyed over being jealous before he states that he doesn't like your attitude/tone and that he's going to fix it for you if you don't fix it yourself soon, then he proceeds to grab you by the neck and pin you against the wall before a make out.

He gives you multiple hickeys on a very visible spot on your neck and says that this is a mark reminding you that he only wants you and you only, he's also doing this to show the others who you belonged to.

He'd get you a piece of very expensive jewelry as a sorry gift and proceed to genuinely apologize for making you feel that way as it was not his intention to do so.

He'd verbalize the word I love you a little bit more after that, even saying it in public and Infront of his friends as he didn't care how cheesy it might look to them as long as you're happy, he's happy.

From then on he ignores his ex and pretends that she doesn't exist and only focuses on you, sitting beside you in the classes you have together, sitting with you during meal times, and openly doing PDA or cuddling in the Slytherin common room's couch.

Cedric Diggory :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You and Cedric were walking hand in hand out from Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as it was the last class of the day, the both of you discussed something quite funny that happened during class heading straight for the middle courtyard where you and Cedric group of friends are usually gathered and sitting on the grass area together. The both of you spot your group before settling down to sit with them, you and Cedric sat next to each other of course but today he asked if he can lay his head on your lap as he was feeling a bit tired, his request put a smile on your face as you pat your lap free just for him and once you do he didn't hesitate to lay down. Today seems to be a perfect day, all the classes you've had today were easy and smooth, and the sun was shining nice and bright which made the outdoors exceptionally warm and beautiful but before you can appreciate all the good things a familiar-looking girl has made her way towards the group, it was your bully, she's been picking on your ever since 3rd year and was disappointed that the guy she's madly in love with for years had fallen in love with you instead. She called out Cedric's name loudly silencing the rest of the group as she went on to say how much she loves him and how he deserves so much more than somebody like you, but all Cedric did is told her to go away and that no one could come even close to somebody like you, you are irreplaceable to him, the girl left crying her eyes out leaving an awfully awkward silence within the group but keeping your jealous visible.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

He'd smile about it and think about how cute it is that you got jealous even though he stands up against your bully and would try to kiss you and hug you trying his best to apologize without giggling at your adorable face.

When it's raining outside despite it being cold and you still being annoyed and mad at him he takes your hand and begs you to come outside with him, and once you do he pulls you by the waist close to his and kisses you in the rain.

He usually writes you a love letter once a week but after this incident, he likes leaving cute little notes as well whether it's inside your books, on your bedside table, or even under your pillow just to make you feel special.

He sets up a little picnic in the tree areas near the great lake with some of your favorite foods and a scrapbooking activity with photos, mementos, and little notes from all the times you both did something special together.

He'd take you to the perfect bathrooms for a nice relaxing bath together while making sure no one will come in when you two are in there, he even lights up some candles, throw some flower petals into the bath water, and have 2 glasses of pumpkin juice ready so you can forgive him fully.

Fred Weasley :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You and Fred have been dating for a little over 6 months now and one of the perks of dating the Weasley twins is that they're hilarious and love to make people laugh and smile through their crappy yet clever jokes or mischievous pranks and with a perk comes a con, and the cons of dating the Weasley twins is that most people take fond of them as well, wanting to be their friends or even date them, especially younger girls. The clock inside the Gryffindor common room strike 8:30pm as the sound of soft and feminine giggles roars through the couch area leaving you irritated, looks like Fred has found a cure to his boredom. You've been studying for about an hour now and you don't like being interrupted while studying so you usually instruct your boyfriend to go do something fun by himself with George until you finish but looks like he decided to wait on the couch before a couple of younger girls below him swarms him asking to hear some of his jokes, some was sitting quite close to him, some girls was whispering about him and some even warp themselves around his arm, you whip your head around form the desk beside the couch to find the feeling of jealousy very much present in your heart.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

At first he was laughing because he thinks it's funny and cute that you're jealous but when he realized you're really upset at him he got worried and apologized while trying to pull you into a hug.

He tackles you, plays fight, and picks you up like a sack to make you laugh and make you feel better even if you just pushed away and he won't let you go until you laughed.

He puts on some music on his shared phonograph with George and plays your favorite music before getting you to slow dance with him.

He gives you options to hit him or humiliate him Infront of others because he felt really bad for making you feel this way and he isn't worried that you'll seriously hurt him because he knows that you won't do that despite being mad and annoyed.

He surprises you by asking his mom if you can stay in the burrow with Harry and Hermione during the winter break and maybe if she could knit you a sweater as well of course, she accepted because Molly loves you and thinks you're the best match Fred could ever get, which leads you into forgiving Fred.

George Weasley :

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You and George were sitting inside the library trying to study for an upcoming History of Magic pop quiz in tomorrow's class, well tried to study anyway, but George wouldn't stop rubbing your thigh under the library wooden table and even trying to get under your school skirt but you kept his hands very much innocent and away from your skirt not allowing him to go further, it made you giggle like crazy but he pretends to stay focused on his A History of Magic textbook smirking to himself when you weren't looking. After about an hour you ask George if he can find a book about all the past ministers of magic which he can find on the shelves right in front of the table the both of you were sitting at, he agrees and gives you an mhm not forgetting to plant a kiss on your cheek before getting up trying to find the book you needed. Not long after a girl who's known to be one of the Weasley twin's biggest fans is looking at all the books on the same shelves as George, but let's be honest here she knew what she was doing, she's trying to get close to George and interact with him completely ignoring the fact that he has a girlfriend right there on the table. She pretends to try and reach for the books on the very top shelves knowing she couldn't reach them. George noticed her struggles right away before reaching for the book she was amazing for, here you go he says handing her the book with his pretty smile, you watch the whole ordeal play on before the girl blurted out the word thank you, Georgie, and got on her tippy toes kissing his cheek leaving George flustered and confused by a surprise leaving you incredibly jealous and upset.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

Is so compassionate and apologize right away that you felt this way and just try to listen to your concern and worries before kissing and attacking you until you smile a little or at least giggled.

He knows you love messages, especially ones from him after a long and stressful day of classes but he decides to offer you one every night after the incident with the girl to make you feel so much better and would hopefully forgive him sooner or later.

He turned to his mom for help by asking her in a form of a letter to knit a matching jumper with a big heart right in the middle of it just for you which Molly agrees to do since she's very fond of you and George together as a couple, it took her a bit of time but eventually, she mailed it over to Hogwarts to him so he can give it to you.

Let you do whatever you want to him so you can forgive him and pretty much begs for you to pick something, he'd rather you do that than give him the silent treatment plus the death stare.

Piggyback you in public or carry you around school walking to class or meal times because that's what you've requested and doesn't complain once, even though his back is starting to hurt from doing this all day every day, as long as you're happy and have forgiven him he's relived and will keep his mouth shut about the body aches.

Blaise Zabini:

Why you get jealous 👇🏻

You and your boyfriend of 6 months Blaise are sitting on one of the Slytherin's common room leather couches, holding each other close and talking to a few friends that were around there as well, after a few minutes those friends left the both of you alone heading up towards their room to start getting ready for bed, as all of you wish each other a goodnight one of Slytherin girl who just came into the dungeons was collecting mail form the owlery gathering a few other students letter as well and handed one addressed to Blaise himself before moving on to the others who's also received letters, he gave the girl an appreciation nod before tearing open the letter after looking at the information in front, informing him on who it's from. The sound of parchment being ripped apart caught your attention back to your boyfriend, you look curiously at the letter before asking who it's from, your guess was his mother or perhaps his grandmother, but Blaise excitedly smiles and says that it's a very special letter form one of the most amazing girls he'd ever known beside yourself. Your face displayed sheer confusion before your boyfriend blabbered on about how she was his childhood friend who's currently attending Beauxbaton academy of magic, he was talking about how brilliant she was, how beautiful she is and how much the both of them adore each other and had the same amount of love for expensive jewelry. He read the letter after blabbering and kept a joyful smile on his face leaving a slight feeling of jealousy blooming in your heart, you didn't want to feel this way as she was only just a friend but the way he talked about her pushed you over the edge.

When he finds out you're feeling jealous 👇🏻

At first, he was confused as to why you're acting like this but then understood after a bit of thinking he tried to explain to you that he doesn't like her in any way more than platonically, she's his childhood best friend after all and tries making it up to you by taking you on night walks every single night just the two of you before bed which he knows you'd absolutely love. He also made sure to apologize during the walk where the stars and the moon twinkle brightly at the top of the blackened sky above the both of you to make it romantic.

He Suspires you with a romantic dinner in hopes you'll forgive him fully for the incident that happened.

He takes you out shopping in Hogsmeade during the weekends and pays for everything that you've put in your basket and even encourages you to get more and more things to keep you happy and because he's more than happy to spend his money on you not worrying about running out or anything due to the mass amount of money his mom's exes have left them.

He set up a self-care day for you by painting your nails and styling your hair making you feel special and beautiful while letting you feel relaxed at the same time under his care.

He lets you have a girl's night to forget all about the incident and picks you up afterward walking you to your dorm room safely.

[tomjamesavery]

Because people asked me, I made some more Harry Potter Characters with AI, all still based on the descriptions and prompts from @breaniebree for her story and Universe of ASC

The only one I didn't manage to get right was Ginny, I just wasn't able to get a redhead girl with brown eyes who had her "distinctive look" for some reason lol

Starting with Harry, I sadly didn't manage the lightning Bolt scar.

Prompt: "A 20 year old man called Harry potter, with a sharp jawline, emerald green eyes, dark stubble beard, messy black hair, round glasses and a small lightning bolt scar on his forehead"

Next would be Ginny Weasley and for some reason, I just didn't get her right, mainly the eye colour but she also looks a bit too "innocent" lol!

Prompt: "A brave, strong-minded 20 year old woman with a determined look on her face called Ginny Weasley looking like Bonnie Wright, dark brown eyes, fiery hair and lots of freckles"

I also tried it without having Bonnie wright as a reference!

After that we have Hermione.

Prompt: "A 20 year old woman called Hermione Granger looking like Emma Watson with brown eyes and brown, unruly, curly hair"

Next one would be Draco Malfoy who is pretty spot on in my opinion!

Prompt: "A white blond 20 year old good looking man called Draco Malfoy looking like Tom Felton, black suit, dark gloomy"

Next Blaise Zabini, is also alright!

Prompt: A 20 year old good looking man called Blaise Zabini as a mix of Rege-Jean Page and Shemar Moore, dark suit, smug look

Next is Tonks again, just because the world can't have enough Tonks on it.

Prompt: "A 25 year old cool looking woman called Nymphadora Tonks looking like Keira Knightley with grey eyes and short pink hair"

Next is Walburga Black, Sirius´ Mum, which turned out good in my opinion!

Prompt: "A 40 year old beautiful evil looking woman called Walburga Black looking like Eva Green in a beautiful black dress, dark, gloomy"

Next would be Barty Crouch Jr, who is scary lol

Prompt: "A deranged 30 year old man called Barty Jr looking like Bill Skarsgard smiling, dark robes, dark gloomy"

Next the Greengrass Sisters starting with Daphne who turned out great in my opinion!

Prompt: "An arrogant beautiful 20 year old woman called Daphne Greengrass looking like Blake Lively, wizarding dress"

And her younger sister Astoria Greengrass, also turned out good!

Prompt: "A beautiful 20 year old woman called Astoria Greengrass looking like Katie McGrath"

Next, two Brothers and not the nicest of companions, starting with Rabastan Lestrange

Prompt: "An evil looking man called Rabastan lestrange looking like Cillian Murphy, dark suit, dark gloomy"

And his older brother Rodolphus Lestrange

Prompt: " A 40 year old evil looking man called Rodolphus lestrange looking like Peter Greene, dark wizarding robe, dark gloomy"

Next, something I tried, I am not too sure of, Augusta Longbottom, the Vulture hat sadly didn't work.

Prompt: "A confident, good looking 60 year old lady called Augusta longbottom with a determined look on her face in a wizarding dress"

Next, an Original Character, created by @breaniebree, Fiadh Alexander a Fae, also Fred Weasley´s Girlfriend.

Prompt: "A 25 year old beautiful woman called Fiadh Alexander looking like Tiana Benjamin with pale skin short straight black hair and emerald green eyes"

And speaking of Fred, we have the Twins Fred and George Weasley! (Fred on the left, and George with a beard on the right)

Prompt: "Two 20 year happy looking men, they are twins, called Fred and George Weasley, looking like Kenneth Bek, with red-orange hair and stubble, right one with a beard"

And at the end another great Original Character by @breaniebree Sebastian Kane, but Iam not too sure if he meets her expectations lol

Prompt: "A 25 year old man called Sebastian Kane looking like Francis Cadieux with dark brown hair and light blue eyes, stubble and broad shoulders"

All Credit for the Character Info goes to @breaniebree

Check out her stories ASC and TFTA where these Characters are in:

ASC: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12924292/1/A-Second-Chance

TFTA: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14061727/1/The-First-Time-Around