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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Hermione x Reader - Trouble

Could you do a Hermione x reader where your Harry’s sister (in the same year) and you guys are both put in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and you Hermione get in a fight and she wants you to talk to Dumbledore to get you out but you’re doing it for Harry so you stay (she’s doing this because she has a crush on you) you end up saving her in the water challenge but she’s still mad at you and then when Voldemort comes your with Harry and she admits after that she was mad bc she likes you and cares for u

A/N: I tweaked a little things but it’s not much, hope you like it!

You shook your head in disbelief. Not only had the goblet chosen Harry, but it had chosen you. Two competitors that were too young to even put their names into the goblet, and one extra competitor. There were glares and students whispering all around as the professors looked at each other, not quite sure what to do. Dumbledore was currently watching you both as if he wasn’t sure what to do with this information.

Ron clapped your back, a laugh bubbling from his lips as he congratulated you and Harry on being perfectly impossible. You two continued to amaze him, yet you didn’t feel very amazed right now. If anything, you felt sick. Of course something bad has to happen! You thought.

Trouble followed your brother, his scar might as well be a flashing target painted on his back. You knew your parents were amazing, they had to be with how people spoke of them, but you couldn’t help but feel that the Potter name was cursed. You were lucky enough that your twin had been the first to catch Voldemort’s eye. You had been left unscathed, Harry saving you as he saved himself. You two only had each other.

Which was why you sighed heavily as Hermione gripped your arm. “This is clearly a mistake! You should both speak to Dumbledore, don’t put yourselves in danger!”

Harry shrugged. “It’s a bit exciting, don’t you think, Y/N? Besides, we’ve faced more dangerous things than a friendly school competition,”

“Do you think I can convince people I was the one who got your name in the goblet?” Ron asked, wondering on how to boost his popularity.

Hermione rolled her eyes, a disgusted grimace on her features as she turned from the boys to focus her attention on you. Her gaze softened a little bit but she was still terribly tense. “Lets go talk?” She asked and you couldn’t say no.

“Yeah, of course ‘Mione,” You agreed after making sure your headmaster didn’t want to talk to you, even if he undoubtedly would call on you later. You followed behind her as you watched her back straighten impossibly more, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Once you got into the hall she leaned heavily against the wall.

“Something is wrong,”

“Obviously,” You snorted but it didn’t seem she was feeling the same way. She blew a piece of wild hair from between her eyes and you stepped forward, grabbing her hand as she let a little smile break out onto her face.

“I really do think that you should talk to Dumbledore, it isn’t right for you to be in the tournament,” She argued softly and you shrugged, squeezing her hand.

“I would, really, but I have to look after Harry. You know he won’t back down...” You reasoned but Hermione shook her head violently.

“You don’t have to do anything! Harry will be fine he’s-” she bit her tongue but you frowned, dropping her hand as you took a step back.

“What? What were you going to say?” You asked as she tried to wave it off.

“N-nothing,”

“Say it “ You demanded.

Hermione’s fire was dampened momentarily as she mumbled, “Stronger than you, Harry is stronger than you...”

“My brother is no better than me and I’m no worse than him!” You found your voice rising as your insecurity bubbled up deep in your stomach. Harry was the chosen one, the important one. He had always taken precedence and you had always been left to clean up after him.

You didn’t blame him. It was a coincidence Voldemort had seen him first but what if your brother was better than you? What if the Dark Lord had set his eyes on you first and taken your life. You were only one years old, it was a miracle Harry had managed to live. What if you didn’t have that same power or that same fight? Maybe Hermione was right...

That didn’t change the fact that you had to look out for him. Harry was your best friend and your only family. You had to make sure he was okay and that he stayed out of trouble during this tournament.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Hermione tried to say but you cut her off.

“What else could you have possibly meant?” You snapped. “I am going to help Harry and I am staying in this tournament. I know something isn’t right, I can feel it, but that means I have to be there beside him. I can’t let him get hurt, he’s all I have”

Hermione sputtered, trying to think of something to say. “You won’t even do well!” She shouted childishly, trying to find some upper hand but only feeling regret as your eyes turned to ice.

“Just leave me be,” You asked of her before you spun on your heal, headed back to the great hall to talk with Harry and Ron. Hermione stayed pressed against the cold wall and sighed loudly. She hadn’t meant to hurt you but you were being daft. It was an awful idea for you to join the tournament. You might think Harry was all you had but you had her too and she couldn’t bear to see you in danger and this entire tournament screamed trouble.

The gillyweed was, for a lack of any word, like chewing a tire covered in slime. The rubbery texture bothered your teeth and the way it slipped down your throat when you had finally given up on trying to break it down had you gagging.

“I could have found something else,” You spat out as you stood beside Harry. The only thing bringing you comfort was that he looked just as uncomfortable as you were.

“But you didnt,” He smiled back and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re welcome,”

“Whatever, be careful,” You warned gently.

You shivered on the wooden deck, the split wood rough and bothersome against your bare feet. You peaked at your competitors as they took their places, ready to dive into the depths of the black lake without any clue as to what dangers might be just underneath the surface.

You tried to relax your breathing but it was increasingly hard as your gills started forming. It was becoming uncomfortable to be above water and your chest was tight as a drum. You gasped for air. Your ears were fuzzy as the world went on around you but then suddenly Krum was leaping into the water, followed by Fleur, Cedric, and then your brother. You shuffled for a moment, almost holding yourself back.

Kids snickered nearby and you flung yourself into the lake, the shock of the cold water turning your blood to slush in your veins as your eyes adapted to what was around you, kicking your legs to propel yourself through the murky depths.

You held your wand at the ready, feeling the water move around your body in a way that alerted you to someone, or something’s, presence. Your heart was pounding violently as you let out another gasp, bubbles swirling around your head as your voice went unheard. Something had definitely touched your foot.

You swam faster, eyes peeled for any of the other competitors, finally finding Harry....and something far more daunting. Hermione and Ron, as well as Fleur’s sister, Gabrielle you believer her name was, and Cho were all floating lifelessly, tied down as Harry kept sending out spells, the light bouncing sporadically through the water’s disturbances.

Merpeople were shrieking, tridents positioned in a fearsome stance as grindylows swam around Harry. Despite all the chaos, your eyes were trained on Hermione. Her hair was spread above her, swaying gently. You would have thought it beautiful, if she was breathing. You knew she was safe, mostly, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip two uncomfortable beats as you feared the worst.

This made your fight seems so insignificant. Even more so now that months had passed. You had watched her during the ball, dancing effortlessly with Krum more beautiful than you had ever seen her.Some bitter part of you had whispered in your mind that she would have been happier dancing with you. Yet, she’d barely spared you a glance. You understood why she was upset, you didn’t want to be in this position anymore than she did but that’s how it had to be. Why couldn’t she see that?

Your eyes were torn between following Harry as he struggled to get to Ron, fighting left and right and Hermione as she danced unknowingly to the ripples of the water. Unfortunately, yet thankfully, your brother had every living things’ attention. You were being overlooked as you thought of what your next course of action was. It seemed to be decided for you however as a bulky form sped past you, in a beeline to Hermione. It was Krum, and without much struggle at all he had her free and she was floating up, up, up.

Five competitors and four hostages. Hermione had been tucked under Krum’s arm as he shot towards the surface and now only three remained. Cho, Ron and Gabrielle. Yet Fleur hadn’t made her appearance yet. You bit your lip. You had to continue with the competition and if saving the little french girl meant you would, then Fleur was out of luck. You took a fortifying breath and shot towards the girl, finding that Harry had broken free from the mass of watery beasts, going to Ron. Cedric was working at Cho’s restraints and Gabrielle was still untouched, her sister nowhere to be seen.

“You okay?” You asked cautiously as you made your way to Hermione’s shaking form, a thin towel wrapped around her. Despite having dried her hair and clothes the wind and overcast skies had her feeling chill. It seemed that had transferred to her attitude.

“Just fine.” She said snootily and you huffed in response to her haughty tone.

“You don’t look it,” You commented, begging her to just let go of this petty fight and open up to you, crack a smile, anything.

“Thanks,” Hermione hissed. “Glad to know I look awful,”

“I didn’t say that!” You felt your chance slipping away from you as she turned on her heel, nose in the air. “Mione, talk to me!” You called after her, voice cracking in distress. Her shoulders tensed at the sound of you choking up but it seemed she didn’t care enough as she carried on, making her way towards Krum. What did she see in him? He wasn’t good enough for her, he wasn’t right for her.

“They’ve been in there a while now...” Hermione said anxiously, arriving at your side silently. She picked at her fingernails, wearing them down and chewing on her lip. Her eyes were wide and worried as she observed the entrance to the maze. You had been swallowed by the shrubbery, Harry only steps in front of you as he tried to reach you when you screamed, a vine clutching your ankle and dragging you away.

“Maybe they took a wrong turn,” You snarked, eyes glued to some far off point that was anything but Hermione Granger. You were feeling strange about today, everything seemed wrong and you couldn’t put your finger on it. Hermione wasn’t really helping, especially since you anticipated whatever she had to say would turn into a fight that left you feeling worse.

“Y/N... Can we talk?”

“Oh now you want to you?” You laughed mirthlessly as the crowd around you chattered about the games, smiles on their face as Harry and Cedric pushed forward. Fleur, Krum and even you had been picked off steadily and now one of Hogwarts’ most popular pair of boys would win the goblet as well as a sensational amount of galleons.

“Don’t be like that, I just feel like something isn’t right,” She said softly.

You stared at her incredulously, “Don’t be like that? Are you serious? I have been trying to talk to you for months and now that you don’t feel good you come back... Great, good to know that I am only good for when you need something,” You bit your lip and kept your gaze averted, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes.

“That isn’t true... I need you- Well, just because I need you. You mean a lot to me-”

“Doesn’t seem that way,” You interrupted, feeling petty from the hurt you had endured. “Maybe you mean the other Potter,”

“Y/N, you aren’t your brother-”

“I’ve heard that before, but yes, please continue telling me how unlike my amazing brother I am!” You finally faced her, lips pulled up in an angry snarl.

“Oh you idiot!” She exclaimed, grabbing your face and pulling you against her, lips sliding against yours before you could even register that she was kissing you. Hermione pulled away, red faced and eyes wild but not a trace of regret. “I really like you and you mean a lot to me and I have been an absolute git the past couple months but it helped me realize just how much I care for you, so please let me apologize!”

You didn’t have words. You could only blink slowly as you watched her. Merlin she was pretty when she was angry. Her hands were still warm and a bit clammy against your cheeks.”Me too,”

“Y/N?” She asked at your vague answer.

“I-I mean, I really like you too, have for ages now. It’s why I always get so mad when you talk about Harry being better...” You admittedly pitifully.

“He’s not really my type,” She teased and you let out a laugh, the first real one you’d been able to conjure up in a while. Hermione giggled too and it sounded like music.

“How about we stop apologizing and get back to kissing?” You suggested playfully as her cheeks burned.

Unfortunately the giddy buzz in the air was cut short as Harry arrived back into the arena, Cedric Diggory laying stiff in his arms, eyes unseeing and lungs stuck without oxygen, his heart stopped, never to beat again.

His father cried out, a wild howl that chilled you to your core. You looked at Hermione, eyebrows knitted together in concern as she nodded, understanding something behind your eyes. She gripped your hand tight and led you through the shocked masses of students, Dumbledore trying to get a handle as you rushed to Harry.

You and Hermione had just found something good, something precious. But it would have to wait it seemed as you knelt beside Harry, his arms pulling at you as he finally let out a choked sob.

With one word you knew that it would be a while before you and Hermione could focus on your feelings.

“Voldemort” Harry had spoken softly, flipping your world upside down once more.

#Hermione Granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione x reader #Some fluff too #angst #anon #anon ask #ask #request #plz be gentle I havent read this book or seen this movie in quite some time haha

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flovey-dovey · 2 years ago

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Height differences are fun

Also, fun fact, I learned that Ron is canonically about 5′ 9″ in the show, so after seven years it’d make sense that he’d get like two more. Gill on the other hand got a very big second growth spurt because he deserves to be tall and intimidating and we don’t talk about season 2 episode 40 in this house unless it’s to agree on the aesthetic benefit of how he should have had a tail 💚

#my art #Kim Possible #Ron Stoppable #Gill Moss #Gill x Ron #Free Swimmers #Unmossable #tagging with both ship names because I want to #and definitely not because I'm terribly indecesive

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mmenthusiast · 4 years ago

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Queer as Folk (2000-2005)

Creators: Ron Cowen, Daniel Lipman

Stars: Gale Harold, Hal Sparks, Randy Harrison...

Queer as Folk is an American-Canadian serial drama television series. Based on the British series of the same name created by Russell T Davies, Queer as Folk was the first hour-long drama on American television to portray the lives of homosexual men and women. The series follows the lives of five gay men living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Brian (Gale Harold), Justin (Randy Harrison), Michael (Hal Sparks), Emmett (Peter Paige), and Ted (Scott Lowell); a lesbian couple, Lindsay (Thea Gill) and Melanie (Michelle Clunie); and Michael's mother Debbie (Sharon Gless) and his uncle Vic (Jack Wetherall). Another main character, Ben (Robert Gant), was added in the second season.

This is a classic LGBT TV show. I’m amazed at how early it appeared being the year of 2000. I can only imagine the difficulties the creators (and maybe the crew too) had to go through while shooting the series. Anyway, I have yet to see another LGBT show as awesome as this one. I loved everything about it, from the characters, to the plot, music, handsome and talented actors... I also think the character and story progression is nicely done from season to season. It gets deeper and deeper showing the life complexity of all characters. In the beginning I liked MIchael the most because he was so cute, but later Emmett became my favourite one. Brian’s ending was sad, but it’s not like he didn’t have it coming. He knowingly chose that kind of lifestyle for himself. I also really liked the Justin x Ethan pairing, physically speaking I actually preferred them to Justin x Brian, but unfortunately Ethan turned out to be a cheater and a liar.

All in all, a great show. If you haven’t watched it already, I don’t know what you’re waiting for.

Rating: 5/5

#queer as folk #qaf #tv shows #tv #tv series #usa #canada #5 #reviews #lgbt #queer #gay

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fanfictionaries · 4 years ago

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Oh So Many Years: Ch. 13 - Uh Oh

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley

Summary:

So they’ve kissed...now what?

Warnings: Swearing, Death, Smut/18+ NSFW

Author’s Note:

I update every week before midnight on Sundays (US MST) (except that one time)!

Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog! xoxo

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<<Chapter 12

If I breathe I will misplace my fear I won't walk away in anger dear Or in time I will forget And I stumble toward you with hands around your neck

She was floating – floating in deep frigid water and while her eyes were closed, she did not need to open them to know this. The weightlessness of her body and the pressure on her ears told her she was somewhere she really shouldn’t be. Her body wasn’t meant to be there, so far below the water where only creatures of the deep lurked through the thick slimy seagrass and cavernous rock.

I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be here, the voice in Hermione’s head repeated endlessly. It grew louder and louder, giving her the strength to break from the body-binding paralysis that kept her lifeless and still. Wrenching open her eyes; she was greeted with an endless black. How far beneath the water’s surface did she have to be to see so little? Turning her head blindly, she tried to find anything that showed a way out, but again there was nothing. A great expanse of nothing. With her consciousness came the overwhelming need to breathe, but Hermione knew that she couldn’t. Unless she’d suddenly sprouted gills, it would be impossible to fill her aching lungs with anything but ice-cold water. She had to get out. Kicking her feet, she stroked through the water desperately pushing herself upwards, but it was no use. Something had her caught around the ankle, holding her in place. Frantically, she reached down and felt the rough surface of rope under her wrinkled fingertips. She grasped at the rope, pulling and twisting, trying to find the knot as she held her breath. Her heart was beginning to pound violently in her chest and her lungs screamed for the sweet relief of oxygen, but still she fought. Just as she felt the material start to give, it changed from coarse cotton to slick flesh. Hermione let out a startled scream, muffled by the water, and kicked her feet wildly at whatever was holding onto her. It’s searching fingers traveled up her calf, inch by inch. With a violent kick, she broke free from its grasp, pushing herself upwards with all the strength she had. She wasn’t confident that the way she swam was right, the darkness concealing all sense of direction, but then, she saw the light. The beautiful brightness that illuminated the water above her. Kicking with all her might she pushed herself until she broke through the surface gasping and sputtering.

Too preoccupied with letting her burning lungs fill with air, she was completely caught off guard when the world shifted around her. While floating on the water’s surface moments before, she was now falling. The sensation sending her stomach up into her throat as she let out a blood curdling scream. Hermione hit the ground hard, the soft grass beneath her doing nothing to pillow the impact. Panting heavily, she pushed up onto her hands and knees and looked around her. She was on the Hogwarts grounds. It was dusk, the sun not yet set enough to give way to the moon and stars. The grounds were empty, not a soul in sight, but the muffled sounds of a crowd could be heard. Getting to her feet, she saw in the distance, a large stadium brightly lit. There were people – they could help her. Limping towards the stadium, the sounds of the crowd grew louder and louder. By the time Hermione reached the arched entrance it was almost deafening, but when she turned the corner expecting to see hundreds of people sat on the stands, she saw no one. The voices were gone, and she was alone. Alone except for someone lying in the grass just a jog away.

“Hello?” Hermione called out, her voice echoing around her.

She took a few steps forward, the person coming into focus. A flash of jet-black hair and round-rimmed glasses were all she needed to see to know who it was. Hermione sprinted to Harry, coming to his side to find him pale and lifeless. Grasping his arm, she shook his rigid body, a tightness forming in her chest and a burning behind her eyes.

“Harry? Harry!” she shouted, continuing to shake him.

The sound of something heavy hitting the ground with force broke her focus and she turned to see a second body lying nearby. Crawling to it, she saw the dead and empty eyes of Ron as his body lay twisted and crumpled on the grass. She had barely reached him when there was another thud. And another. And another. All around her she watched as bodies hit the dewy grass with a sickening squelch of flesh and bone. So many – one after another. Everyone she knew and loved falling through the air and landing dead at her feet. She turned her tear-streaked face up to the sky slowly, afraid of what she might find. With horror she saw hundreds of bodies floating through an endless sea in the sky. They looked so peaceful, almost like they were sleeping, but Hermione knew better.

“Well, well, well…what do we have here?” asked a breathy, ominous voice.

Hermione gasped, looking back down to see a group concealed by masks and long hooded robes surrounding her. Stumbling backwards, she tripped over one of the bodies, landing hard on her bottom. Looking down she saw the helpless body of Cedric Diggory – the Hufflepuff champion. Desperately Hermione searched for her wand but found it nowhere on her person.

“Hermione,” Hermione heard a distant call of her name, but it was overpowered by the ominous voice speaking once again.

“Looking for this?” asked the voice. Hermione looked up. One of the masked and hooded figures stepped forward, towering over her, and holding out her wand. She reached for it, but before she could grasp the familiar wood, the figure snatched it away.

“Hermione,” called the distant voice again – this time coming through clearer.

The figure above her laughed, a bone chilling creaking sound. “I’m sorry dear – only witches own wands.”

“Hermione!”

Hermione shook her head, looking up at her mother’s concerned face from across the kitchen table. She’d been thinking about her nightmare again.

“Sorry mum – what did you say?” she asked, inhaling deeply, and sitting forward in her chair.

“Your father asked if you wanted one or two pancakes,” said her mother, cocking her head to the side and staring worriedly at Hermione.

“Oh—” Hermione twisted in her seat to where her father stood in front of the stove “—I’ll just have one dad. Thank you.”

“I’m worried about you, dear,” said her mother sweetly. “We just got you back for the summer and yet these past two weeks you’ve been so far away.”

“I’m sorry mum. I truly am happy to be here with you both. I just have a lot on my mind, is all,” said Hermione guiltily, looking down at her orange juice.

“Did something happen at school before you left? Something with that boy you wrote to us about? The one who took you to the dance?”

“No, no. Nothing happened. In fact, I received a letter from him the other day. He made it back to Bulgaria safely, and has started quidditch practice up again for the new season,” Hermione informed them, purposefully leaving out the true end of term events. They didn’t need to know what happened. It would only worry them. So instead she focused on the contents of Krum’s recent letter and thought fondly of him and how he’d all but begged her to write to him when they parted ways at the end of year. They’d grown quite close over the second of the term.

“Is he your boyfriend now then?” asked her father cheekily.

“Dad!” Hermione cried in embarrassment.

“Dan don’t tease the poor girl. If Hermione had a boyfriend, she would tell us…you would tell us, right?” her mother asked with false casualty.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes. Of course, I would tell you. But he’s not my boyfriend so there’s nothing to tell. He and I both agreed that furthering any relationship would not be wise. He’s all the way in Bulgaria and graduated, while I still have three more years at school. It wouldn’t work,” Hermione stated diplomatically.

“Well then, that still doesn’t explain why you’ve been so absent these past few weeks. Are you sure there isn’t something bothering you dear? You can tell us. You know we’ll support you in whatever it is.”

“Stop pestering her Jean,” said Dan, placing a plate with eggs, sausage, and a single pancake on the table in front of Hermione, before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her out of her seat. He reached over and turned up the radio that had been playing soft music in the background. A new song picked up, lilting an old jazz tune through the small kitchen. Her father spun her in place, Hermione’s sock-ladened feet sliding easily over the linoleum, before he pulled her back into his arms and began to dance with her. “She’s a teenager now, dear. She’s probably tired of spending so much time with her boring old parents!” he declared with flourish as he dipped Hermione lightly and tapped the end of her nose with his spatula.

A giggle slipped past Hermione’s lips and she scrunched her nose.

“Old and boring? You two?” Hermione laughed as her father deposited her back into her chair. Jean’s expression was lighter now as she watched her smiling daughter begin to dig into her breakfast.

“Speaking of old and boring—” began Jean, looking teasingly at her husband.

“Watch it,” interjected Dan in a mock warning.

“We were thinking we would go and visit your father’s parents in France again this summer. We’d leave in a week.”

“Oh—” Hermione stopped mid-bite, the egg on her fork slipping back onto the plate “—again? What about your practice?”

They’d spent the last three summers in France and while Hermione did enjoy the country and seeing her grandparents, she hoped to spend at least a little time at home in Britain.

“The practice will survive without us for a month or so – no one’s getting their teeth cleaned in the summer anyways. They’re all too busy sunbathing and traveling,” said Dan, flipping a pancake over.

“As much as I love Gran and Gramps, I thought I’d spend a majority of my time this summer preparing for my O.W.L.s. I hoped to be able to go into Diagon Alley for books if I needed and I’m afraid I won’t be very fun to be around,” said Hermione, putting her fork down and pushing her plate away from her. Jean frowned at Hermione’s barely touched breakfast.

“I had a feeling you might not be keen on going—” Jean pushed Hermione’s plate back in front of her “—I hadn’t told you yet, but your father and I received a letter yesterday.”

“A letter?” Hermione’s pulse quickened – she’d artfully hidden the letter Hogwarts sent out to parents about the events of the Triwizard Tournament. How on earth was she supposed to explain to them that a student had died? Better yet – how was she supposed to explain to them that the darkest and most vile wizard Britain had ever known was back once again? They’d ask questions. They’d want answers. But most importantly, they might think twice about allowing her to go back to Hogwarts and she very well couldn’t let that happen. So, when her mother mentioned a letter, Hermione worried for a moment that perhaps Hogwarts had decided to start sending out letters through the muggle post as well.

“Yes, from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose. She opened her mouth to ask why they hadn’t given her the letter, but her mother spoke again, reading her mind.

“It wasn’t for you. It was for your father and I. They wanted to ask if it was alright if you came and stayed with them this summer holiday. Apparently, your friend Ron misses you,” said Jean, giving Hermione a wry grin.

“He does?” asked Hermione in surprise.

“Yes, it seems so.”

“Did…” Hermione paused, swallowing thickly. “Did they mention anyone…else, or anything?” she asked, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Her mother cocked an eyebrow. “No. Why?”

“No reason—” Hermione let out a shaky laugh “—I was curious if Harry was there yet or not.”

Jean nodded, but the look in her eye told Hermione that she didn’t believe her for a second.

“Anyway, your father and I wanted to wait to respond until we spoke to you.”

“Oh…well—" Hermione chewed the inner corner of her bottom lip “—can I think about it?”

“Really?” asked her mother looking slightly taken aback.

“No need to put up false pretenses for our sake, Hermione. We know you’d much rather spend your summer with your friends, than in France with us and your Gran’s five cats,” said Dan, placing a plate of food down in front of his wife and taking a seat with his own.

“Crookshanks does dislike them…” commented Hermione, looking over to where her fluffy orange cat sat on top of the refrigerator. His tail twitched back and forth as he stared down at them with a bored yet scrutinizing look.

“See, exactly. Nothing to think about!” exclaimed her father.

“Only if you two are sure. I’d hate for you to think I don’t want to spend time with you,” Hermione said, feeling both guilty for leaving her parents so soon, and nervous for spending the rest of the summer at the Burrow.

“Nonsense. We know you love us, honey. Go have fun with your friends! I think it might be good for you.” Her mother’s words were light and kind, but Hermione could tell that there was a deeper meaning behind them.

“Alright, I’ll go upstairs and pen a letter now.” Hermione scooted out of her chair, placed a quick kiss to her mother and father’s cheeks, and sprinted up the stairs to her room. When she reached the solitude of her four walls, a wave of anxiety overtook her. Hesitating in front of the white-painted desk of her youth, she contemplated for a moment whether she truly did want to spend the rest of her summer with the Weasleys. Or more accurately, one Weasley in particular. Sitting down on the small wooden chair, she allowed her mind to drift back to that night. The night of the Yule Ball.

Truly a night to remember, Viktor was more of a gentleman than Hermione could have ever imagined. She felt like Cinderella on the night of the ball, arriving in a beautiful gown and spending the evening on Prince Charming’s arm as everyone stared and gawked. She relished in the dumbfounded looks on Harry and Ron’s faces as Viktor spun her around the dancefloor. And Viktor was an excellent dance partner – not quite as good as Fred due to his general lack of grace on the ground, but still fantastic, nonetheless. But his prowess as a date didn’t end at dancing. He was complimentary, considerate, good-humored, and an enthusiastic conversationalist. Needless to say, by the time the Weird Sisters were on their fourth song, she was quite taken with Viktor Krum. So, when he locked eyes with her as a ballad played on, Hermione found no reason to object or run away. She wanted Viktor to kiss her. Unfortunately, before his lips could connect with hers, a nearby couple bumped into them, breaking the moment and also Hermione’s calm demeanor.

“Shall I get us some refreshments, Her-my-oh-nee?” asked Krum. Hermione blushed, touched that he had taken the time since they’d last spoke to practice her name. He’d gotten it right nearly every time that night.

Hermione nodded, allowing Krum to lead her off of the dance floor and over to a nearby table. “I’m actually going to use the loo. Meet you back here?” she asked, feeling a rush of warmth overtake her.

Krum nodded before turning and heading in the direction of the refreshment table. Hermione turned, exiting the ballroom, and walking towards the long hallway that held the girl’s lavatory. However, she’d only made it a few meters when a tightness formed in her chest and the world began to shift on its axis. Bracing herself against the stone wall to her left, she breathed slowly trying to calm herself, but it was no use. The air around her felt stifling and her dress was suddenly two sizes too small. Spotting a terrace across the hall, Hermione ran to it, flinging the French doors open and allowing the icy air to envelope her. She leant forwards on the stone railing, already covered in a light smattering of snow, and closed her eyes.

I just almost kissed Viktor Krum, she thought in delight. I just almost kissed Viktor Krum, she thought to herself again, this time in abject horror. Her first kiss. She’d just almost had her first kiss and gave it no thought! Was she even ready for her first kiss? She was 15. Weren’t most girls having there first kiss at 15? Hermione hated to admit she wasn’t quite sure. She didn’t know the first thing about kissing and dating. In fact, she didn’t know how to kiss at all…Oh dear, what if Viktor tried to kiss her again? What if she mucked it up? The mortifying thought grew larger and larger in her mind as she continued to stand in the freezing cold, until it was the only thing she could think about. So far trapped in her own head, Hermione didn’t hear the French doors to the terrace open behind her.

“What are you doing out here? It’s freezing!” yelled a familiar voice, breaking Hermione from her thoughts and making her jump. Her heeled feet slipped on a slick spot on the terrace and she grabbed onto the railing in front of her more firmly. Bringing a hand up to her pounding heart, she turned to see Fred.

“Merlin Fred, you scared me!” she exclaimed, taking in the sight of him. He wore a dashing set of midnight black dress robes and a purple tie. A tie that matched the deep purple of his date’s dress. Of Angelina Johnson’s dress. The sting of his extended invitation to the Gryffindor chaser was still slightly fresh. It had been stupid of her to think, for even a moment, that when Fred swore she’d receive a second invitation to the ball he meant himself. Even if he did say it after detailing just how beautiful he thought she was. She should have known they were empty words meant only to make her feel better. Still, she couldn’t help but get swept up in the moment – alone in a corridor, in front of a portrait that only he knew calmed her racing mind, with him lamenting sweet words of her lioness mane and ferocity.

“What are you doing out here?” Fred asked, taking a few steps away from the doors.

“Nothing…Viktor went to get drinks and I needed a bit of fresh air,” Hermione half-lied. She really had no desire to subject Fred to another one of her trivial problems. But this was Fred, and much to her dismay he’d become the easiest person to talk to in her life. So, when he gave her that look – the look he gave her when he knew she was lying – she couldn’t help but spill every bit of her soul.

“Oh god, Fred. I don’t know what to do!” she cried, bringing a hand up to rub at her temple, hoping it would bring her some form of mental clarity. Pushing away from the railing, she began to pace back and forth. Her whole body felt on edge, like she could burst into a full sprint and it still wouldn’t be enough to burn off the anxious feeling of self-doubt.

Fred caught her by the shoulders, bringing her to a stop in front of him. “What happened? What’s the matter?” he asked in worry, his eyes tracing up and down her person. Hermione noticed he did that a lot these days – scan her as if he were searching for something. It always put her on edge, making her wish that he’d look away and also never stop.

“Nothing, well no that’s not true. It is something, but it hasn’t necessarily happened yet and I—”

“Just tell me why you’re out here trying to freeze to death, please Hermione,” said Fred firmly. Hermione was grateful for him halting her racing words.

“I…” she hesitated, unsure of how to say what was on her mind. But ultimately, she concluded that simplicity was probably in her favor. “What if he tries to kiss me?” she asked in embarrassment, eyes falling to her feet and the building snow around them.

“I mean, you kiss him back. If that’s what you want and if it’s not what you want, then kick him in the shins. You’ve got a killer kick – I can attest to that personally,” said Fred plainly.

Hermione smiled at Fred’s attempt to use humor to diffuse her worries, but still it didn’t quell her racing mind. Looking up into the depths of his hazel eyes she confessed her deepest worry, “I just…I was dancing with him and there was a moment where I thought he might kiss me and then someone interrupted us and so we didn’t. But I had the realization that he might try to kiss me again and I’ve never kissed anyone before. What if I’m bad at it, Fred?”

Fred looked back down at her, his face twisting inscrutably. “It’s a first kiss – everyone’s first kiss is a little awkward.”

Hermione knew he was right, but she had opened the flood gates and the silly intrusive thoughts left her mouth without giving any time for her brain to process them, “Yes, but what if I’m so bad that he never wants to kiss me again? I just…I don’t know what to expect or what to do and I—”

Soft lips pressed against her own, stopping her blabbering and also her brain. The reality that she was being kissed by Fred Weasley was completely lost on her in that moment. Instead the only thing she could comprehend was the firm warmth of lips against her own. The hands that had gripped her shoulders moments before made their way in opposite directions – one sliding up to cup her face while the other wrapped around her back and gripped her waist tightly. Hermione melted into the touch, feeling a fire ignite all across her body as Fred’s lips parted, taking her lower lip between his own. She moved in tandem with him, allowing him to take the lead. Truly she did not know why she’d been so worried about kissing Viktor. This was easy, Hermione thought as she parted her lips in a gentle sigh. Then she felt the wet warmth of Fred’s tongue swipe between her open lips and something in her broke. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting onto her toes to meet his kisses stroke for stroke in enthusiasm. Fred seemed to enjoy that, for he held her body tighter to his, allowing her to feel every hard plane of him through their clothes. He slid his tongue past her lips entirely then, meeting her own tongue tentatively. Hermione welcomed the invasion, a small whimper escaping the back of her throat. She wanted more, needed more.

But she didn’t get more. Instead, Fred broke the kiss, pulling away from her harshly. Hermione released her hold on his neck as he stepped back, putting her at arm’s length. Her breaths came in harsh pants as she stared up at Fred. She knew for a fact she must look like an absolute mess. She could feel the blush on her face and chest, and the swell in her lips. But Fred. Fred looked completely fine. Unbothered almost. The only evidence of their kiss, the slight pink tinge to his lips.

Fred cleared his throat, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “There. Now you know what to expect.”

“What?” asked Hermione dumbly, unable to process his words after what had just happened.

“You were worried about messing up your first kiss and not knowing what to expect. Now you know,” explained Fred casually.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Thank you,” she mumbled, unsure of what else to say. “Well, I should be getting back inside. Viktor’s probably waiting for me.”

She didn’t wait for Fred to reply. Instead Hermione stepped around him and headed back into the castle, feeling the icy sting of her cold flesh as the warmth of the stone walls surrounded her once again.

A tapping on her window broke Hermione from her memory. Looking to her right she saw the familiar sight of Errol standing on her window ledge, a letter in his beak. Hermione opened the window, allowing the bird to enter. She gave him a treat in exchange for the letter and paused when she saw that it wasn’t one letter, but two. Opening the first she saw Ron’s familiar messy scrawl.

Dear Hermione,

Mum says she sent a letter to your parents three days ago through the muggle post. Have you gotten it yet? If not, it says that you’re invited to come and spend some of the summer holiday with us. If you have, please respond to this letter via Errol. You won’t believe what’s going on! I can’t say much through by letter, but I’ll explain everything once you get here.

Sincerely,

Ron

Hermione scrunched her brow in confusion. What was going on at the Burrow that made Ron so insistent she visit this summer? She didn’t usually spend summers with the Weasleys. That was more Harry’s thing. Setting Ron’s letter down and picking up the second, she stared at it with trepidation. Was it from Fred? Delicately she tore open the envelope and read:

Dear Miss Hermione Brunhilda Granger (Fred and I didn’t know your middle name, so we took a wild guess),

Ron’s told us that our mum and dad have invited you to spend the summer with us, but that you haven’t written back. What’s keeping your response and why is it the fact that you’re hopelessly in love with me (George) and you don’t know how to tell me?

No, but seriously. Please come stay with us this summer. I don’t think you’ll want to miss out on what’s going on here. Considering you’re the busy, nosy sort.

Yours truly,

Fred and George

George and Fred

P.S. – We’ve been doing a lot of inventing and we really would like your help and input.

P.P.S. – Fred’s been a mopey git lately and I need you to come and help me put him in a better mood.

Hermione stared down at the two letters in front of her for a very long time. So long in fact that Errol grew impatient and nipped harshly at her hand.

“Ouch! Errol,” she scolded the bird, picking up her quill and two spare pieces of parchment.

Dear Ron,

Tell your mum and dad that I’ve spoken with my parents and would be happy to join you and your family for the remainder of the summer holiday. My parents are to leave for France in a week’s time. Would Saturday, the 17th work?

Best,

Hermione

She finished the letter quickly, signing her name and placing it into an envelope addressed to Ron. Then picking up the next piece of parchment, she took a moment longer to stare hard at the blank page before putting ink to parchment. She could do this. All she had to do is pretend like nothing was wrong.

Dear George and Fred,

I’m afraid you’ve figured me out. I’m hopelessly in love with you George and have decided that I can’t take the distance between us any longer. Therefore, I will be spending the rest of the summer with you and your family. I hope we can use this time to explore our undying love for one another. Please, refrain from breaking my heart.

On a more serious note – I should have known that you two only wanted me for my brain. You realize at some point you’ll be responsible for your own inventions without my help. Yes?

Either way, I guess it won’t hurt for me to take a look at these new products of yours. You know, to make sure you haven’t mucked them up entirely.

Best,

Hermione

P.S. – Have you considered Fred’s only mopey because he’s jealous of our timeless love?

P.P.S – My middle name is Jean.

She finished, hoping the short letter held enough joking and light-heartedness to match George’s and seem normal. The last thing she needed was for anyone to find out that she was helplessly in love with not George, but Frederick Weasley.

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“See, I told you she was in love with me, Freddie,” remarked George, placing Hermione’s letter down on the old wooden desk. A puff of dust floated up into the air as soon as the parchment hit the surface. Despite their mother’s best efforts, every surface of the ancient Black home still leeched grime and dirt. They’d spent the last two weeks, ever since they got back from school really, deep cleaning and attempting to bring the childhood home of Sirius Black back to life. However, Fred was beginning to feel as though it was a futile effort. Every surface cleaned, revealed a new layer of grit and dust just for them to clean again. It was beginning to weight heavily on Fred’s nerves. What was the point of having all those galleons Harry gave them from the tournament and more ideas than they knew what to do with, if they didn’t have any time to actually work on anything?

He almost wondered if his mum was doing it on purpose. Heaven forbid they spend a single moment not dedicated to clearing out pixie infestations and polishing furniture. Who knows what they’d do if left up to their own devices – why they very well might invent something that made them incredibly rich and successful? Well, their dear mum couldn’t have that, no. Not when the means of their success came from less than reputable avenues like jokes and pranks.

“She’s not in with love you, you smarmy git. If anything, she’s humoring you,” said Fred, taking advantage of their free morning to do some research for their new line of products. George, on the other hand was more preoccupied with testing out some of the few items they’d been able to successfully create. Absentmindedly, he picked up the pair of Extendable Ears and began to untangle the line between the two ends.

“Someone’s still in a right fowl mood. You know, we can’t all be lucky enough to have girlfriends. Some of us still have to play the field,” said George casually, successfully untangling the Extendable Ears and leaning against the desk, crossing his arms.

“For the last time, I’m not in a fowl mood or mopey. I’m busy.”

“Ah yes, busy. Too busy inventing and writing your girlfriend to have a bit of fun. You know, if I knew that this business idea would turn you into Percy, I never would have suggested it. What’s the use of inventing prank items for a living, if you don’t know how to have fun anymore?”

Fred looked up at his twin brother in offense. “Compare me to Percy again and I’ll show you just how wrong you are, Georgie,” Fred warned, throwing his book down onto the messy bed and rolling over to lie on his back.

George crossed the room, standing next to the foot of the four-post bed and leaning against the ornately carved wood. He stared down at Fred, giving him a look that Fred was trying very hard to ignore. Times like this he very much disliked having a twin – it wasn’t always great having someone know every sordid detail of your life and your feelings.

“Still haven’t heard back from Angelina then?” asked George, although it came out as more of a statement, really. Fred shot him a look that clearly stated that they both already knew the answer. “Well, I mean – she is at that quidditch camp thing…right? Maybe she’s not getting your letters?”

It was a suggestion George had made after Angelina neglected to respond to his second and third letter. After the fourth, Fred had decided to just give up. If Angelina cared any at all about his summer, she would write back. He sighed, bringing a hand up to run through his newly cropped hair. The first thing they’d done with the money Harry gave them was go and get proper haircuts. Harry Potter – what a saint. The mad boy didn’t have to go and give them all of his Triwizard Tournament winnings, and they genuinely tried to turn him down. It was much too much money. But he had insisted, saying he already had all the money he needed, and he didn’t feel right keeping it. He and George didn’t hold the same qualms.

“Look on the bright side, Freddie. Hermione’ll be here in a week and then we can use that big brain of hers to finish off some of these inventions,” said George, sitting down on the bed next to Fred and pulling out a piece of taffy from his pocket. Fred watched him unwrap the colorful candy before popping it into his mouth. “And she’ll have all the time in the world to do it, since her little Bulgarian boyfriend won’t be taking up all her time. Relationships really do muck up everything…” George lamented, rolling his eyes, and chewing thoughtfully.

It was true. After the Yule Ball, Hermione had been distinctly absent from the little forgotten classroom they used to house all their work. It had started small – her reasons for not hanging around. At first, she was busy with the upstart of classes again. Then, she needed to help Harry with the second task. Eventually, it was Viktor wanting to study in the library with her or accompany her to Hogsmeade weekends. One reason after another for her not to see them, to help with their inventions or to just hang out. A small part of him wondered if that was his fault. Maybe his kiss at the Yule Ball had offended her so much that she was purposefully avoiding him. But he knew Hermione, if she had considered the kiss to be any kind of insult or affront, she would have made it known. But instead, she thanked him and hadn’t brought it up since. Most likely for the best, he thought. Still, despite his nagging guilty conscience, there was the possibility that Hermione was just truly busy. Merlin knows he had been busy too.

The Yule Ball had solidified his and Angelina’s relationship. They walked the halls hand in hand. He carried her books between classes. They spent afternoons walking the grounds, talking, and kissing. Every Hogsmeade weekend was spent together. It was…nice. Angelina was a great girl, and the relationship was easy. Sure, it took quite a bit of time away from his other endeavors like pulling pranks with George and concocting products, but he supposed the sex that came with it more than made up for it.

“Yes, I’m sure having Hermione here will be much more convenient. So long as she hasn’t replaced Viktor Krum for our little brother,” spat Fred bitterly, surprising even himself with his harsh tone.

“What makes you think she’ll even give him the time of day now?” asked George, raising an eyebrow.

Fred scoffed. “Please, why do you think she broke up with Krum at the end of the school year?”

“You don’t think someone other than our baby brother could have been the cause of that?”

“Who else could it have been?” questioned Fred, giving his twin an exasperated look.

George stared at him hard for a moment before shaking his head with a small smile and answering, “No one. You’re probably right. I mean, who else could break up the happy couple but an obnoxious Weasley git?”

Fred tried not to focus on the double-meaning laced within George’s words. He couldn’t know. There was no way he could know that he had kissed Hermione. Mainly because he hadn’t told him. He hadn’t told anyone. It wasn’t like him to keep things from George. In fact, it was an entirely foreign concept to him. He’d shared everything with his twin since before he could even comprehend the concept of privacy or boundaries. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of hope at George’s speculative statement. Did he know something that Fred did not? Shaking his head at the foolish thoughts, he picked up his book again and stared at the printed words. There was no reason to feel hopeful about anything. He was dating Angelina. Hermione had a crush on Ron. Their kiss had been nothing – inconsequential really. Was he physically attracted to Hermione? Sure, but that didn’t mean anything. He was physically attracted to a lot of people. He was human after all. Therefore, it shouldn’t bother him if she were to stare googly-eyed at his baby brother while she was there for the rest of the summer. And even if it did, it would only be because it took time away from her helping them with their products.

Roughly slamming his book closed once again, he looked to George who was currently picking at a loose thread on the bed’s duvet cover. “Wanna’ go see if we can levitate Ron’s shoes to make him float upside-down?” he asked.

George let out a large breath of relief, jumping from the bed with overt enthusiasm. “Thank Merlin. I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter 14>>>

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thebadgerclan · 4 years ago

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The Fourth Champion-Chapter 12

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader x Harry Potter

Chapter Summary: The Second Task..

Chapter Warnings: Non-sexual subspace implied near the end of the chapter

“Okay,” Hermione says, several books open in front of her. You, Harry, Hermione and Cedric had been camped out in the library for hours, deciphering the egg’s riddle. The task was tomorrow, and admittedly, you, Harry, and Cedric had gotten distracted with classes and such, thinking that since they heard the clue, it would be very straightforward. They were wrong. Now scrambling for answers, Madam Pince would kick them out any second now, and they still had no idea what to do. “Granger, L/N!” Moody announced, making all of you jump. “Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. Diggory, you’d best get to bed, son.”

Cedric did not question this, just pressed a kiss to your cheek, then Harry’s. “I’ll see you tomorrow Cub, I love you.” You kissed Harry’s cheek as well. “I’ll see you at breakfast, love.” The three of you exited the library, Moody limping along behind you, leaving Harry alone. He had to crack this, he had to. After a while, the lines of the books blurred together, and his cheek rested on a page. “I can’t sleep,” Harry said aloud, needing to keep his focus. But seconds after he’d said it, his eyes were shut and soft snores emitted from his mouth.

***

“Ahh! Good, Miss Granger, Miss L/N!” Dumbledore was seated behind his desk, a smile on his face. Ron was here as well, as was a young blonde girl. “You all are here because you are what will be ‘stolen’ from our champions. Gabrielle for Fleur, Miss Granger for Viktor, Miss L/N for Cedric, and Mister Weasley for Harry. I will say it was a difficult decision of who to pair you with, Miss L/N, both Cedric and Harry treasure you a great deal.” You smiled, looking at the floor. “Sir,” Hermione said. “You mean to tell me we’ll be underwater for an hour?” There was fear in his voice, and rightfully so.

“Yes Miss Granger. But not to worry, I will cast a sleeping spell on you that will lift when you break the surface of the water tomorrow. No harm will come to you, I assure you.” You looked at the others. Ron looked like he’d be sick, and Gabrielle was staring at Fawkes, captivated by his ruby feathers. “Any questions?” “What will happen if they don’t find us?” “I shall retrieve you myself.” Dumbeldore stood, drawing his wand from his sleeve. He cast the spell and everything went dark.

***

Cedric entered the Great Hall the next morning, searching for Harry, finding him pacing. “Cub? What’s the matter?” “I can’t find Y/N anywhere!” “Look at me, it’s alright, she’s probably sleeping, we were up pretty late last night.” “Champions! Please proceed down to the lake!” “Let’s go.” Cedric took Harry’s hand, leading him out of the Great Hall. The day was warm for February, but the thought of diving into the frigid lake made Harry shiver. The four champions were assembled in a line on the edge of the dock, the bottom of the lake invisible.

“Each of our four champions had had something stolen from them,” Dumbledore announced. “Something they treasure dearly. When the canon sounds, they will have one hour to retrieve it, after which it will be lost forever. Good luck, champions!” The canon sounded, and Cedric dove into the water, the Bubble-Head charm already cast. Harry shoved the Gillyweed that Dobby had given him into his mouth, gagging at the slimy texture. He was then pushed into the water, momentarily suffocating. Then, the gills and webbed feet formed, and he was off, swimming into the depths of the lake.

Cedric had reached the merpeople’s village, wand in hand, ready to defend himself. But the merpeople simply peered out of the houses, some outwardly pointing at him. Cedric knew that merpeople were typically aggressive, but today, they seemed passive, perhaps they were ordered not to attack? Cedric couldn’t dwell on the matter, he needed to find whatever it was that was stolen from him.

After about 10 minutes of aimless swimming, he saw it. Several emotions ran through him at once; rage, fear, and joy. You, along with Ron, Hermione, and who appeared to be a miniature Fleur, were tethered to the bottom of the lake by your ankles. Your eyes were shut and periodically, bubbles exited your nose, indicating you were still breathing. Harry appeared behind Cedric, fear and confusion on his face. He pointed from you to Ron. Thought he couldn’t speak, his meaning was clear. “Who do I take?” Cedric pointed to you, then himself, them to Ron, then Harry. “I take Y/N, you take Ron.”

Harry nodded and began tugging at the vines on Ron’s leg with little success of freeing him. While he was attempting to free Ron, Cedric had released you and was carrying you to the surface. The instant your heads were above water, you gasped for breath, Cedric holding you close against him. “Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’ve got you.” “What happened? Where was I?” Cedric helped you onto the dock, wrapping you in towels and blankets before answering. “You’re what they took from me.”

“Harry?” “He’s still down there,” Cedric responded, just as Krum surfaced with Hermione. Fleur was surrounded by her fellow Beauxbatons, crying. “She had to tap out,” Cedric explained. The hour had run out, and Harry still had yet to return. “He’ll be fine, I'm sure of it.” Suddenly, Ron and Gabrielle surfaced, but Harry was nowhere to be found. Cedric crept to the edge of the dock, nearly falling when he flew out of the water. “Cub? Harry, can you hear me?” “I need all the judges over here!” Dumbledore called.

Harry coughed and sputtered as Hermione wrapped him in blankets. “I’m fine, but what happened to Fleur?” “She couldn’t get past the grindylows!” “The winner of the second task is...Cedric Diggory!” You threw yourself into his arms, kissing him. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” “Coming in second place, despite returning outside the time limit, for demonstration of outstanding moral fiber, we award Harry Potter second place!” You and Cedric knelt where he was still on the ground, pulling him into your arms. “I’m so proud of you, Cub!” You kissed him, as did, Cedric, keeping him close. The cold seemed to just be getting to him, and you could tell he was on the edge of his headspace. “Come on, Cub,” Cedric said, helping him to his fee. “Let’s get back to the castle and get you warmed up.”

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war-sword · 5 years ago

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the second task

(draco x gryffindor reader, aged-up, au)

summary: You’re selected as the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion, and your boyfriend Draco has been taken hostage for the second task at the Black Lake. words: 1,491 A/N: hi pls take this trash. i’ve been in a writing slump lately, even these measly thousand and a half words took me 2 days and too much thinking. i am trying to get better at writing shorter stuff. ALSO KEEP IN MIND THIS IS AN AU, so the entire class is aged up, not just the reader. draco’s also in the 7th year. and everyone else. it’s not supposed to be weird. taglist: @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @silversslytherin @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines

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The cold February air burns the back of your throat and lungs as you sprint towards the lake. You can’t believe that you’re late– late to your own Triwizard Task. If only you hadn’t insisted on staying up waiting for Draco. Why hadn’t he shown?

You were still so mad about that, you let your anger spur you on as you pounded down the path. As you drew nearer, you could hear the voices of the crowd. The stands that had been used in the first task against the dragons were now arranged neatly on the shore of the Black Lake, and a platform over the edge of the water had the judge’s table and the other two Champions standing on it. You burst through the final tree line and out onto the rocky shore, not slowing even slightly as you skid across the pebbles. The Gryffindor section of Hogwarts students roars their approval at your dramatic entrance when you finally come to a stop, hands on your knees and panting, beside Krum and Fleur.

“Nice of you to finally arrive, Miss L/N,” Percy Weasley says icily. Ludo Bagman just laughs and gives him a reprimanding shoulder pat, but Karkoff and Madam Maxime look equally disgruntled. Dumbledore looks as placid as ever, but you think he might be slightly amused.

Finally having caught your breath, you look to the stands while Bagman spaces you, Fleur, and Krum evenly across the platform. You catch Harry and Ron standing with Neville, who all give you encouraging looks. Hermione isn’t with them, though, which is odd. You eyes drift next to the Slytherins, all sitting together near the top. The anger flairs in your chest again when you spot Pansy and Crabbe and Goyle, but no Draco in sight. Doesn’t show up the night before your task, causes you to oversleep, and then also doesn’t show up? You’re going to be having a word with your boyfriend later.

Neville’s frantic waving pulls your eyes back down to your friends. He’s mouthing “You still got it?”

You dig your hand into your robe pocket and produce the Gillyweed he’d given you the night before. It’s grossly warm from being in your pocket all night and has some lint on it, but otherwise it looks just the same as it had yesterday. With a jolt you realize what your lateness has also cost you: proper dress.

Fleur and Krum are both in bathing suits, wands at the ready. You sigh, shove the warm Gillyweed into your mouth and force it down your dry throat, and pull off your robe. You hastily toss your shoes and socks to the side as well, and then look down at your wool skirt and the rest of your school uniform. You steel yourself for a moment, and then strip off your shirt and tie, trying to ignore the increasing wolf whistles behind you as you slip out of your skirt. Merlin, this stuff is hard to chew.

“... the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them.” Bagman said, his voice magnified by his wand at his throat. “On the count of three, then. One… Two… Three!”

You’re certainly glad that Bagman wasn’t messing around, because you hadn’t expected the Gillyweed to take effect so fast. While Krum and Fleur dive into the lake beside you, you trip over the edge in your haste to get in. As soon as you’re submerged in the icy water, the lightheaded feeling that had started to come over you quickly goes away. You examine your hands– they’ve become webbed, and as you tread water you can feel your feet have also changed. You smile. Thank Merlin for Neville.

Krum and Fleur had disappeared in the time it took you to get your bearings. You grip your wand in a webbed hand, and do the first thing that comes to mind. Accio treasure, you think. When nothing happens for a moment, you realize that was a pretty pointless idea. You use your new heightened swimming abilities to head deeper into the lake.

Even being fast, there was no way you could cover the entire lake in an hour. What even was your treasure? You still had on your family ring, and beyond that your wand one was one of the most important things you owned. What else could possibly be missing? If only you’d had time to check your room before the task, maybe you would have a better idea. You silently curse your idiot boyfriend for the third time that morning.

You swim through the dark water for who knows how long, totally at a loss for what to do next. But then… you thought you heard something. You stop swimming, and through the watery sounds of the lake you hear it more clearly– Mermaid song. The egg clue finally comes together in your brain, and you set off in what you hoped was the direction of the singing.

You knew you were close when you saw the first merperson. They were scarier than you’d imagined them, with grey skin and yellow eyes and sharp teeth that made you not want to think about their diet. As you swam on, you started to see their little houses, built out of rocks that were green with algae. Merpeople were everywhere now, even coming out of their houses as they watched you swim past. Some carried spears, but none made a move to attack.

At the center of the mervillage was a large statue, carved from an enormous rock still settled into the lake bed. Even though you had gills to breathe underwater with, you choked a little when water entered your mouth from your involuntary gasp.

Tied to the statue’s tail were three people, a tiny girl of no more than eight with streaming locks of silver hair, your friend Hermione, and Draco.

The treasures. You’d never even considered that a person might’ve been the treasure, and now Draco’s disappearances over the past six hours made sense. You swam forward and floated in front of Draco, resting a hand on his pale cheek. He felt cold and looked green in the water of the lake, but the slow yet steady stream of bubbles coming from his mouth told you he was just under some sort of sleeping spell.

You push up with your hands to move down in the water, examining the rope tying Draco to the statue. You point your wand at the rope and think, Diffindo. Even though your wand movement is slow underwater, the spell works and the rope magically severs. You grab Draco’s arm to keep him from floating away, and turn to look at Hermione before you go, her long hair rippling gently in the water. You cast one glance around for the other Champions. Surely the hour is almost up? Then again, this is also your chance to come in first, and make up for your abysmal performance with your dragon. You securely wrap your arms around Draco, and start to swim towards the surface. The effects of your Gillyweed are wearing off, and you fight the last few meters to the surface.

As soon as your heads break the water, Draco’s sleep spell lifts. You both take a minute to cough up water and he grins at you, his wet hair plastered stupidly flat on his head. In the distance, you hear the crowd on the bank roar as you’re finally spotted.

“Well? How’d we do?” Draco asks.

“First!” You can’t help but forget the reprimand you had planned, you’re too excited.

“Really?” Draco gasps. He takes your face in his hands and gives you a wet, cold kiss. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks babe. C’mon, let’s go.”

You swim back to shore together, where Madam Pomfrey is waiting with large blankets for the both of you. You’re thankful, because not only are you freezing in the February chill, but you’re painfully aware that undergarments look much different wet than dry.

“Goodness, child, couldn’t you have had the sense to keep at least some of your clothes on?” Madam Pomfrey chides as she enconces you in one of the blankets. Your response of “I wanted to be faster” dies in your throat as she shoves a spoonful of Pepperup potion into your mouth. She hands the other blanket to Draco, and hurries off to get more. The crowd has started up again, and you think you see Krum and Hermione surface in the distance.

“So now I know why you didn’t show up last night.” You poke Draco with a blanketed finger.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Draco apologizes sincerely. “I wanted to get a message to you but Snape told me I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone, and sent me back to my room. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

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off the rack #1303

Monday, March 2, 2020

This is a public service announcement. You will be ticketed for parking on the street during a parking ban even though the snow has already been cleared from the roads. We got a ticket parked in front of our house last week because we couldn't get into our driveway after the grader left a big snow bank at the end of it. I hope to spare anyone from being dinged with what I think is an unfair fine.

Amazing Spider-Man: Daily Bugle #2 - Mat Johnson (writer) Mack Chater (art pages 1-12) Francesco Mobili (art pages 13-20) Dono Sanchez-Almara, Protobunker & Peter Pantazis (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I can't read the rest of this 5-issue mini. The art really bothered me this issue. It was hard to tell what was going on the first few pages and then seeing Peter Parker in civvies looking almost exactly like the bad guy confused me further. There are interesting mysteries about Spidey's webbing and a Wilson Fisk involvement with an explosion, but this story probably won't matter in the grand scheme of things, so I don't think I'll miss anything if I bail out here.

Punisher Soviet #4 - Garth Ennis (writer) Jacen Burrows (pencils) Guillermo Ortego (inks) Nolan Woodard (colours) Rob Steen (letters). Frank and Valery go after Konstantin by kidnapping his trophy wife. She's amenable to divorce by Punisher. Thank Garth for improving my mood.

Basketful of Heads #5 - Joe Hill (writer) Leomacs (art) Riccardo La Bella (additional pencils) Dave Stewart (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). Everything leading up to this issue has been circumstantial. Now the villain tells the complete story. I'm rooting for June to survive this mess.

Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen #3 - James Tynion IV (writer) Steve Epting & Javier Fernandez (art) Nick Filardi (colours) Travis Lanham (letters). Heh, it's the Joker who helps Lex beat the Batman Who Laughs. It looks like next issue's pulse pounding conclusion will be Lex and his super villains versus the Batman Who Laughs and his infected super heroes. It's been a while since the Main Man has been in a comic that I've read.

Avengers #31 - Jason Aaron (writer) Gerardo Zaffino, Geraldo Borges, Szymon Kudranski, Oscar Bazaldua, Robert Gill & Mattia De Iulis (art) Rachelle Rosenberg & Mattia De Iulis (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I haven't seen Tony Stark in a while so I assumed he was dead. Nope. He was zapped a million years into the past by the master manipulator Mephisto. The devil tries to get Tony's soul. This is a wonderful full issue of Iron Man and if Jason wrote an Iron Man book, I'd read it.

Amethyst #1 - Amy Reeder (story & art) Gabriela Downie (letters). I remember reading the original Amethyst book when it hit the racks in 1983 with the Ernie Colon art. It was fun and weird with a plucky heroine. This new Wonder Comics book has the appeal of having art by Amy Reeder who wowed me with her work on Madame Xanadu and Rocket Girl. Here she is writing as well and the art and story is tight and concise. This is a nice substitute for the dearly departed Naomi book.

Avengers of the Wastelands #2 - Ed Brisson (writer) Jonas Scharf (art) Neeraj Menon (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). It's the origin of Captain America of the Wastelands. His name is Grant. I think this is a great way to change tried and true Marvel characters to make them fresh and new. Having them fight an evil Doctor Doom is nice and simple. Four Avengers may become five but they have to contend with a super villain first.

Suicide Squad #3 - Tom Taylor (writer) Bruno Redondo (art) Adriano Lucas (colours) Wes Abbott (letters). The new Squad's first mission under Lok's leadership does not go according to plan. Neither are these super villains what they seem. This is why I read Tom Taylor books. Forget about any new Crises and DCeased and pick up this most excellent comic book for some straight up action and skulduggery.

Kill Lock #3 - Livio Ramondelli (story & art) Tom B. Long (letters). I get why the calligraphy font is used in the Wraith's word balloons but man, is it hard to read. This issue explains why The Kid is innocent and shouldn't be branded. The four droids find the one who can lead them to the Kill Lock's off switch but she betrays them. This universe of sentient robots is pretty cool.

Jessica Jones: Blind Spot #4 - Kelly Thompson (writer) Mattia De Iulis (art) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Each issue has started off with Jessica held captive by the bad guy. The end of this issue reveals who that is and how she was killed and resurrected. I am looking forward to the conclusion to see how she defeats the villain.

Batman Superman #7 - Joshua Williamson (writer) Nick Derington (art) Dave McCaig (colours) John J. Hill (letters). A new story starts here. Part 1 of "The Kandor Compromise" pits the World's Finest duo against Ra's Al Ghul and General Zod. One of the bad guys is working with the good guys. I got bored of the fight between Superman and Rogol Zaar so what happened to the city of Kandor was a surprise to me. I'm interested to see the final fate of the shrunken city.

Giant-Size X-Men: Jean Grey and Emma Frost #1 - Jonathan Hickman (writer) Russell Dauterman (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). This mostly wordless $4.99 US one-shot will be a quick read but I read it twice just to soak in the beautiful art. The story starts with the discovery Storm's body and ends with a problem after Ororo is resurrected. This leads into a story where Jean, Emma, Logan and Scott will have to save Storm again.

Leviathan Dawn #1- Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Alex Maleev (art) Josh Reed (letters). Leviathan succeeded in shutting down every spy agency and the leader has been revealed to be an ex-spy named Mark Shaw. The good guys are still trying to fight back but they're going to need help. Time for Kingsley Jacobs to start up Check Mate again. I like the players he's gathered. I'm looking forward to watching this game unfold.

Finger Guns #1 - Justin Richards (writer) Val Halvorson (art) Rebecca Nalty (colours) Taylor Esposito (letters). And now for something completely different. This new urban fantasy introduces two teenagers with a weird power. Wes discovers that when he shoots people with his left hand he can make them angry. Sadie can calm people down when she uses her right finger gun. They meet by accident at the mall and try to get a handle on their newfound powers. It's a cool concept and I wonder where these kids are going to end up.

Fantastic Four: Grimm Noir #1 - Gerry Duggan (writer) Ron Garney (art) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). This one's all about Ben's bad dreams. I thought the bad guy was Nightmare but it's another one of those mystical villains that generally mess with Doctor Strange. I expected some sort of Mickey Spillane type story but there's no murder, just a pretty dame needing rescue. It's a nice character study of the ever lovin' blue-eyed Thing.

Detective Comics #1020 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Brad Walker (pencils) Andrew Hennessy (inks) Brad Anderson (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). Two-Face is back and he's more bipolar than ever. This is what I like to see, an old villain presented in a slightly new way. We still have the scarred coin dictating how Harvey acts but there's a new twist with a cult of fanatics and the Church of the Two Strikes. I love how the first page hints at the return of the Court of Owls too.

Falcon & Winter Soldier #1 - Derek Landy (writer) Federico Vicentini (art) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). This 5-issue team-up starts off with a heavily armed and armoured hit squad attacking Bucky Barnes in his home. The Winter Soldier emerges unscathed and hops his motorcycle to find out who sent the killers. Meanwhile Sam Wilson is searching for a missing vet. The two meet at a government agency office where all the staff are dead. Wanting to know who's doing all the killing has got me interested in reading the rest but when a preppy killer shows up and kicks both of the heroes asses I decided to put this mini on my "must read" list. The kid's name is the Natural. Picture a blonde Damian Wayne in a pair of Chuck Taylors.

The Amazing Spider-Man #40 - Nick Spencer (writer) Iban Coello & Ze Carlos (art) Brian Reber & Peter Pantazis (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). The fight between Spider-Man and Chance had to do with a bet that Chance could get one of Spidey's web shooters. What bothered me was how easily that was done and Spider-Man's lack of urgency to get it back. There's a couple of foreshadowing scenes that will keep me reading however. One involves the Clairvoyant device and the other is who Norah Winters is working with.

X-Men #7 - Jonathan Hickman (writer) Leinil Francis Yu (art) Sunny Gho (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). This issue is dedicated to a new Mutant Ritual called the Crucible. It's a lot shorter than calling it the Arena of Death and Rebirth. It shows how mutants who have lost their powers can get them back. But first we have to endure a deep philosophical discussion between Cyclops and Nightcrawler. It's a real snoozer if you're an action fan.

Action Comics #1020 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) John Romita Jr. (pencils) Klaus Janson (inks) Brad Anderson (colours) Dave Sharpe (letters). I wish they would stop with the deceiving covers. It looks like Superman is trying to come between Lex Luthor and Leviathan but what actually happens inside is Superman fighting Lex and the Legion of Doom. If it weren't for Young Justice helping out I would have found this issue boring.

X-Men/Fantastic Four #2 - Chip Zdarsky (writer) Terry Dodson (pencils) Rachel Dodson, Karl Story & Ransom Getty (inks) Laura Martin (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). There's a lot of heroes accusing heroes of shenanigans concerning the disappearance of Franklin and Valeria. They are actually guests of Doctor Doom. Victor wants to reverse what Reed did to his son and I want to know why. With the X-Men converging on Doom Island, good old Doc Doom is prepared for an attack.

X-Force #8 - Benjamin Percy (writer) Bazaldua (art) Guru-eFX (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Why did Oscar Bazaldua stop using his first name in the credits? Domino and Colossus attack the flesh factory making assassins using Neena's DNA. The organisation funding the flesh factory has a mysterious benefactor and I'm hanging around to find out who that is. I wish they would change either Sage or Jubilee's costume. I keep getting them confused.

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