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rainydayathogwarts · 1 day ago
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Hiiiii! The first thing I wanted to say was that I LOVE your writing, it’s SO GOOD. I was wondering if you could write like a friends to lovers about Sirius where like they won’t admit their feeling for each other and then it ends with like LOWKEY rly dirty smut. Idk if that’s too much to ask but I would really love it!
Productivity boost - Sirius Black
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thank you so much lovely, i hope you enjoy this! cw: SMUT, exhibitionism, semi-public sex? no protection wc: 2.6k+
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A thoughtful hum. A subtle lick of your lips. A hand brushing your hair out of your face. Sirius swallowed up all of your movements like a hungry predator, and he rushed to offer you the hair tie around his wrist. At the realisation of what Sirius had offered you, you laughed joyously, deeply thanking him as you took it from his hands. Tying your hair back loosely, you felt your cheeks heat up, a smile on your face that you weakly tried hiding with a hand over your mouth. Sneaking a glance back at the boy, you found him still looking your way. You both averted your gazes away from each other at the same time, humiliated by the prospect of being caught.
From across the table, Remus and Lily shot each other an exasperated look, and when James joined the four of you, they sent him the same one. Immediately, the boy knew what was happening, dropping his bag down and rolling his eyes before slumping down on the floor with the rest of you, working on the low table in front of the fireplace. It had been weeks of you and Sirius exchanging flirtatious glances and teasing conversations, touchiness between you increasing as you commonly shared hugs, sneaky hands lingering on waists. Because you were the only two of the friend group taking potions as a NEWT, it meant you had six hours of fooling around together in lessons a week, and therefore, you’d become considerably closer.
Sirius placed a hand on the small of your back, leaning close to you to peak at your answers over your shoulder. His hot breath on your neck had you glancing his way, otherwise accustomed to his gentle touch in your skin. “Anything I can help you with Mr. Black?” You teased, looking at him over your shoulder. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, scanning through your homework. “Yeah,” he mumbled “Have you done question 6? The use of the stewed mandrake in the oculus potion?” You gasped Sirius’s name out, attracting the attention of the three students facing you. “We have to complete 50 questions for tomorrow and you’re only at question 6? Might as well choose to do the essay instead.” Sirius made a grumbled sound of annoyance, mumbling about ‘boring essays’, but he straightened his back, watching as you flicked through endless pages of your assignment until you found the right page. You handed it to him, explaining your writing process, and Sirius smiled, watching intently as you spoke.
Neither you, Lily, Remus nor James missed the way Sirius’s eyes dipped down to focus on your lips, but you didn’t acknowledge it, instead smiling softly at him as you finished your explanation. You brought your hand to Sirius’s flimsy assignment paper, tapping your finger on it, instantly grabbing Sirius’s attention as you said “Now eyes on here, Black.” Sirius groaned, letting himself fall against your side, his eyes trained on your face. You chuckled, ignoring Sirius’s pleading look, instead continuing to answer the questions due tomorrow. “Sweetheart, Slughorn’s going to give you a detention if you don’t finish this.” “S’fine.” Yo turned to face Sirius, pushing yourself up into a standing position and offering him both your hands. “How about we go on a walk? Get a short break and come back? Boost our productivity?” Sirius happily took your hands, barely putting his weight on you as he slid his legs under him, pushing himself onto his feet and giving you false belief that you helped him up. Sirius only lets go of one of your hands, the other one intertwining with your fingers as he led you away from the study table.
You furrowed your eyebrows as Sirius led you further down the common room. You pointed in the direction of the common room’s exit, mumbling a small “But-“, but Sirius ignored your word, pulling you up a a set of stairs that led to the boys dormitories. “I hope they just fuck and get it over with.” Remus grumbled, earning himself a slap on the back from James, who barked out a loud laugh, watching you both disappear behind the curve of the stairs.
“Sirius!” You gasped when the boy tugged you into the room, locking the door behind you and climbing over his bed to finally reach the balcony attached to his dorm. Throwing yourself onto the bed, you followed Sirius with your gaze, watching as his soft hair was pushed away from his face with the wind’s soft ripples. Suddenly, he turned his attention to you, pupils dilating at the sight if you draped over his sheets, your skirt dangerously high up, exposing your thighs. “Come out here!” Sirius called out, nodding his head in his direction, watching as you kicked your flats off, leaving you in white socks. You shook your head with a giggle, your laughs increasing when Sirius ran towards you, hands finding home in the dips of your waist, tickling you softly. “No!” You screeched with a smile, and Sirius’s tickles immediately subsided, instead gripping both your hands to try and pull you off the mattress. You tugged him in your direction, still giggling, and Sirius let you pull him onto his own bed, a wide smile on his face.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” He whispered, beginning to get up again. You followed him, arms snaking around his waist from the back, peeking around his torso to look at the view from the balcony. Sirius raised one of his arms, wrapping it around your shoulders as you released your hold on him, now standing by his side. “Look at the view.” He mumbled, and you smiled, your stare fixed onto him, his sharp jawline and soft hair. “Mhm, I am.” You replied, making Sirius turn his head towards you. He smiled teasingly, “You are, huh?” You hummed in agreement, biting your bottom lip and turning away from him.
Sirius’s free hand travelled to your hip, trying to turn you to face him. “Come on, look at me.” Obediently, you returned your gaze towards him, cocking your head to the side. The arm wrapped around your shoulder moved so Sirius’s hand could cup your face, one thumb softly caressing your skin. “I think you’re a thousand times more beautiful than this view could ever be.” “Oh Sirius.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up as you dug your face in his chest. Sirius’s fingers were quick to pull your face out of hiding, a handsome smile gracing his features. Silently, you both stared at each other until finally, Sirius began leaning his face closer to yours.
Quickly, you pressed yourself onto your tip toes, immediately connecting your lips to his, Both your arms were instantly thrown over the tall boy’s shoulders, one of his hands cupping your cheek whilst the other wrapped tightly around your waist, dangerously low on your back. Sirius’s tongue pushed into your mouth, causing a low whimper to escape your lips, which he instantly swallowed up. He desperately licked into your mouth and you sighed into the kiss, tongue battling against his for dominance. Sirius pulled away from the kiss, grinning when you tried reconnecting your lips. Instead, he held you back, only leaning down to press his lips against yours in two short, chaste kisses. You pouted, a pleading look in your eyes telling Sirius you wanted more. Sirius held your chin between his thumb and index, pulling your lips apart before he finally kissed you again in an open mouthed kiss, easily gliding his tongue against yours.
You moaned into the kiss, pulling away sharply to drag Sirius back into the dorm, and push him onto his bed. He climbed up the mattress, and you quickly climbed over him, knees on either side of his thighs. Your chest brushed against Sirius’s as you leaned over him, desperately deepening the kiss, which you finally took control of. Sirius tightly gripped your hips, pushing them down onto his lap, where you grinned deliciously against his pelvis, feeling the ridge of his cock through his trousers. A moan ripped out of Sirius’s chest, his mouth opening in a breathless gasp. Your kisses trailed towards Sirius’s jaw and neck, biting on his skin before licking over the area, soothing the burn. He groaned, bucking his hips up into you, and you paused your kisses, sitting up on the boy’s lap to attempt to unbutton his shirt.
Sirius chuckled at your miserable attempt, pushing himself onto his elbows to watch you clumsily pull the buttons out of their little sockets, revealing inches of Sirius’s chest at a time, until finally, the entire shirt was unbuttoned. You wet your lips, gaping at his lean torso in admiration, and Sirius shuffled on the bed to toss the shirt on the floor. Your hands travelled down Sirius’s chest and down his abdomen, finally landing at the top of his trousers. Sirius clasped his hand over yours, chuckling quietly. “Calm down sweetheart.” And with a powerful buck of his hips and turn of his body, Sirius had rolled you over on the bed, trapping you underneath him.
You squealed, gripping Sirius’s biceps, and he immediately mimicked your movements, exposing your chest to him. Sirius groaned, lowering his face so he could press kisses all over your chest, focusing on your breasts. You sighed in satisfaction, tangling a hand in his hair as he left kisses on your skin. Sirius traced the edge of your bra with one finger before pulling the cup down to expose your tit. You gasped, watching as Sirius fluttered kisses around your nipple, waiting for it to harden before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. You jolted upwards, gasping in shock, and Sirius grinned, letting go of your sensitive nub before he continued his exploration downwards.
Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers in the fabric of your panties underneath your skirt, tugging it down in one swoop. Sirius crawled back on the bed, laying down on his stomach and hooking his arms around your thighs. “Sirius, you don’t-“ “Shhh!” Sirius interrupted, closing his eyes as he pressed kisses down your slit before licking up your cunt, causing your eyes to shoot wide open. Sirius brought one of his hands up to parts your lips, fingers searching for your clit. Sirius grinned when he found the sensitive sub, putting pressure on it and watching how you squirmed.
Sirius dipped his head down, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard. You moaned loudly, digging your head into the mattress behind you, fingers lacing in Sirius’s hair and tugging. Sirius used the same fingers to tease your entrance, dipping the tips of his winters into your hole. “Sirius,” You gasped, looking out to the side, where the balcony door was proudly open. “Sirius, the balcony is open!” You cried, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, and Sirius detached from your pussy with a loud ‘pop���.
“Oh, you into that?” “What?” But it was too late to change Sirius’s mind: he was already pulling you off his best. You stood on shaky feet, letting Sirius drag you outside onto the balcony. You rushed to button your shirt up again, making yourself somewhat decent as Sirius pushed you against the railing.
“Sirius?” You asked breathlessly, listening closely to the zipping of Sirius’s trousers. “If this is what you’re into, I don’t mind.” He teased jokingly, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. “Someone could see us.” You whispered, glancing at him over your shoulder. A serious look overtake the boy’s face and he asked “Does that bother you? We can go inside.” But with an eager shake of your head, a smile was easily breaking out onto his face again.
Sirius cursed behind you, guiding his cock underneath your skirt to hide himself from the world. At the same time, he drove his cock between your folds, dipping his tip into your entrance. You tightly gripped the railing to steady yourself, bracing for the impact of Sirius’s cock impaling through your folds. When it finally came, your whole body jolted forward at the force of his thrust, your moan so loud you barely heard Sirius’s groan, his fingers digging into your hips so hard it would definitely leave marks. Sirius cursed from behind you, internally saying a short prayer that he wouldn’t cum before you - that would leave a bad impression. Sirius’s hips began rocking slowly into you, as if apologising for the brutal first thrust he had given you, massaging your gummy walls. You unwillingly clenched around Sirius’s cock, shutting your eyes tightly to will yourself not to lose control over your moans. Oh, you wished Sirius would be nice on you. And he was, just not in the sense you were talking about.
Sirius’s pace quickly increased, his hips colliding into yours, balls making a sharp slapping sound against your ass. You whined loudly, biting your lip to suppress your sounds, but Sirius quickly held your face in one of his hands, turning you slightly to look at him, and he muttered in between harsh breaths “Let me hear you darling.” You gave him a pleading look, desperate not to get caught by anyone. Sirius chuckled, thrusting his hips into you with more power, but you didn’t relent, the only sound coming out of you being little gasps for breaths. Sirius let go of your hip with one hand, circling it to your front and letting his fingers delve between your folds to rub at your clit. He felt your leg twitch, and throwing your head back onto Sirius’s shoulder, you allowed him the view of your teeth freeing your boredom lip, mouth opening to let a high pitched moan disperse into the chilly afternoon air.
“Oh god!” You cried, letting go of the railing with one hand to reach back towards Sirius. Sirius let go of your hip, his free hand now reaching forward to hold your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He caressed his thumb over your hand, pressing fluttering kisses on your neck as he continued steadily thrusting into you. “‘M so close!” You breathed out, your chest heaving as you tried catching your breath. Each intake was broke. up by new moans rippling to your surface, Sirius’s fingers making real work on your body.
“Come on, cum for me.” In your preoccupation over your own pleasure, you failed to realise that Sirius’s thrusts were being sloppier, prioritising power over speed as he reached his orgasm. You whined loudly as you came, your orgasm causing a violent shake in your thighs, legs barely holding you up. Sirius wrapped an arm around your waist to help steady you, biting your shoulder to muffle his own cries as he unloaded his load of cum into you, thrusts gently subsiding. “Fuck, fuck, I love you, I love you so much.” The cloud of pleasure cleared from your brain just as Sirius uttered those words, and your eyes widened, hands gripping the railing one more as Sirius finally pulled out of you.
You didn’t give the boy a moment to recover before you were spinning around to look at him with a wide grin on your face. “What was that?” You teased, watching as his face turned a deep shade of red in humiliation. “Nothing, I- nothing.” He mumbled, tucking himself back in his trousers.
You stalked closer to Sirius, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you. “So if it’s nothing, then now isn’t a good time to confess my feelings for you?” Sirius’s eyes shot wide open at your question, and he immediately scanned your face as though trying to detect a sign that you were lying. “You like me?” But to answer his inquiry, you only pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, pressing your lips against his.
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natuart · 2 days ago
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Happy Birthday Professor Snape!
Happy Birthday Professor Snape 💚🖤 . 🐍
Recopilación de dibujitos ♡ Siempre quiero hacer un dibujo nuevo para esta fecha, pero siempre pasa algo (? . . . As every time I upload something about Harry Potter, I want to clarify that I am totally against JK Rowling's transphobic comments. . .
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ayemkew · 12 hours ago
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“And it really walked out of this cabinet like that? In front of all the students?”
Boggart gossip in the staff room!
Someone’s less than thrilled with the outcome of Lupin’s lesson…
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the-sun-is-also-a-star · 1 day ago
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I feel like I can just always tell if a person has siblings or not based off of their opinion on the black brothers
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hollowed-theory-hall · 1 day ago
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Hogwarts Environment Map
As a sequel to my floor plan of the castle, I made a schematic map of where Hogsmeade is compared to the castle and such:
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the-colourful-witch · 2 days ago
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Tea at Hagrid's ☕️ 🌨️
It is a new year and month, so it's time for the new Owl Post Club postcard design. For January, I decided to draw a cosy scene in Hagrid’s hut🌨️⛄️�� The weather is dismal, I haven't seen the sun in ages, yet I enjoyed drawing this winter scene. The goal was to spread warmth in this depressing weather. I truly think Hagrid is too much overlooked as a character. He was Harry's first friend. He saved him from the Dursleys. And when Harry met Ron, one of the first things he wanted to do was introduce them to Hagrid and have tea at his cabin. Hagrid was so kind to little Harry. When he realised Harry never got mail, like the rest of his classmates, he sent Hedwig over to invite Harry over for tea during the breakfast mail rush. That is so thoughtful and sweet. I am a big Hagrid stan! Let's share some Hagrid love this month <3 💞 Also, how fun are those huge teacups?
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The back of the card :) Sign up for the Owl Post Club and receive a new unique postcard every month!
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biggrimace · 2 days ago
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To Love a Worm | Fred Weasley
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Summary: Fred is confronted with the question dreaded by all men in a relationship, "would you still love me if I was a worm?" However, a surprise twist to his conundrum causes him to become absolutely livid.
Warnings: you are jinxed, Fred getting revenge, nothing violent.
Word Count: 2485
Someone had decided to prank the Weasley Twins. Some poor fool thought it would be hilarious to see the duo fall victim to a prank rather than be the orchestrators of one as a method of revenge. Unfortunately, he was stumped on how exactly to approach it, not realizing just how much finesse the task would require. He brainstormed for a few days, watching as the Weasleys pulled prank after prank, hoping he would be struck with spontaneous inspiration. He almost gave up, but then he saw you. You sat at your house table during dinner, talking amongst your friends, when the twins approached you. It was no secret that you were close to the twins, being Fred's girlfriend and all. This also came with the perk of not being subject to the twin's many pranks. He sat there watching the three of you talking and laughing brightly when an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. The best way to prank the twins was to get to you. It wasn't a hard task to get close to you; in fact, you were in the same house and shared many of the same classes. He smiled devilishly and began brainstorming his plan, deciding to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Hey, yn, wait up!
He called, rushing after you out of the Divination classroom. It had been a couple weeks. He watched you the whole time to see when there would be a window of opportunity that he could use to perform the prank. This was it. Due to your busy and conflicting schedules, you and Fred don't see each other until dinner on this day of the week.
Hm? Oh, hello, Victor!
You greeted cheerfully, turning in his direction and offering a small wave. He had to admit he did feel bad, but the twins deserved it.
Hi. Look, I was wondering if you have time. Could we go over today's class notes? I fell asleep about halfway through, and now I'm kind of screwed for the upcoming test.
He lied, his hands slightly shaking with nerves. You took a moment to observe him, noticing his odd nervous state, but nodded.
Yes, of course, I have an hour or so before herbology. Maybe we could go to the Great-
Actually, could we go to the library?
He cut you off abruptly. You narrowed your eyes but nodded again.
Perfect! Ok, come on.
He cheered and grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the library. When you got there, Victor dragged you to a little nook, hidden away from the eyes of witnesses. You quickly ripped your wrist from his hand, rubbing it soothingly and staring daggers at him.
What the hell, Victor?
You scolded. He was too busy checking over his shoulder to acknowledge you. When he finally turned to you, he winced, feeling guilty about the red mark slowly appearing on your wrist.
I'm sorry, yn I hope we can still be friends after this.
You were a bit taken aback by his response, and as you were about to respond, he pulled out his wand and a piece of paper, quickly and quietly reciting the jinx written on it.
Vermiculus.
The last thing you saw was a flash of yellow light, then it was dark. You could hear everything around you, but you could not see. You felt yourself being gently lifted from the ground.
I really am sorry about this yn. But those Weasleys deserve it. One of their pranks ruined my chances with Poppy a few weeks ago, and I am not letting them get away with it.
He checked over his shoulder again, ensuring no one saw what he had done. He quickly gathered your clothes and belongings in his arms and ran out of the library to your house.
It was perfect. Victor had prepared a lovely-looking gift bag with a tag that read "with love from yn." He had neatly folded the clothes you were wearing earlier inside, along with your books and wand. On top of the pile of your belongings sat a pretty gift box that he wrapped with a note attached. His nerves were absolutely buzzing now as he approached an unsuspecting Griffindor.
Hey! Hey, you!
The young student turned abruptly, watching him expectedly.
Can you deliver this to Fred Weasley? Tell him it's from yn?
They looked down at the gift bag and then back up to Victor's eyes, nodding and gently taking the gift from him. Victor scurried off to the Great Hall, waiting patiently for everyone to gather for dinner and to watch the twins' reaction.
Um... Excuse me...
The first year gently spoke, tapping Fred on the arm as he walked into the great Hall. Fred turned and smiled at the young boy as he waited for him to continue.
This is for you... It's from yn?
The boy said. Fred offered a kind thank you and took the gift, standing straight and looking through the large crowd of students, hoping to spot you. You were nowhere to be found.
What is it, Freddie?
George asked, nudging him with his elbow. Fred just shrugged, continuing to look for you, increasingly confused about why you were not there.
Some first-year said it's from yn...
He answered shortly, following George to the Gryffindor table and taking a seat.
George... Do you see her anywhere?
Fred asked, still looking around. George also began scouting the crowd. Unable to find you as well. Both of their expressions were painted with furrowed brows of confusion.
No, I don't... Weird she never misses dinner...
George answers, pausing for a beat. His face suddenly lit up, and he turned to Fred, grabbing his shoulder and gently shaking him.
Oh, I bet she has a surprise planned for you, Freddie... That must be why she sent a random first-year to give you the gift! Quick, open it up.
George reassured his twin. Fred smiled and looked to George, nodding. He quickly turned his attention to the gift, reading the tag and blushing slightly. Victor couldn't help but giggle as he watched. In a second, Fred pulled out the poorly wrapped little box lying on top. Knowing that you were a much better wrapper than this, he frowned but tore open the paper anyway. On top of the plain cardboard box was a note. "Dear Weasley Twins. Consider this revenge for years of torment and torture. Signed by the student who PRANKED YOU. P.S. Fred Weasley, would you still love your girlfriend if she was a worm?" Fred's eyes bulged out of his head, and he quickly tossed the note aside and opened the cardboard box, gasping shakily.
Fred, you alright?
George watched the whole thing; the way his brother's face began to grow red in anger scared him. George was quick to grab the note Fred had just read and froze. He leaned over his brother's form, and there, in the box, was a small pink worm squirming about. George grabbed the gift bag from Fred as he clutched onto the box and began tearing through it, finding your clothes, books and wand. He held the wand up to Fred wordlessly. All the shock had suddenly drained from his system as he stepped up on the table. He clutched the box close to his chest and looked around the Great Hall. Everyone's eyes turned to him as he yelled?
WHO WAS IT?! SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!
He was livid. George stood up also, staying on the ground in case anyone went running. No one spoke, only sharing curious whispers and confused glances.
WHO TURNED MY GIRLFRIEND, YN LN, INTO A GODDAMN WORM?!
A hushed gasp filled the Great Hall. The headmasters are standing now and in shock. Dumbledor whispered something to McGonagall, who rushed out from behind the table, dragging Madam Pofrey with her. The two women quickly approach the twins.
Are you sure, Mr. Weasley?
McGonagall asked, looking up to Fred. It was a serious accusation, of course. One that could very well lead to expulsion.
George just handed her the note, and after a moment of reading it, she sighed and reached up to Fred.
Hand me the box, Mr. Weasley.
Fred handed her the box, watching as she pulled out her wand and waved it cautiously over the wiggly little worm. She sighed again and looked toward Dumbledor, giving a gentle nod.
It's a jinx, a nasty one at that. It's going to take some time to properly reverse it.
She explained and handed the box to Madam Pomfrey, who waved her wand over the box as well.
She's perfectly fine, Professor. No injuries whatsoever.
Madam Pomfrey confirmed and then scurried off to the hospital wing. McGonagall reached a hand out to Fred, gesturing for him to come off the table. He shared a look with George and jumped down by his side.
She's alright, boys. In only a few days, she'll be good as new. And I promise you that the student responsible for this will be adequately dealt with.
She was sincere in her promise, a tinge of anger flashing in her eyes. Fred and George trusted what she had said and were relieved to learn that you would come out of this unharmed, but they were still fuming.
Students! If anyone knows anything about this incident or if you are the one who jinxed Ms. yn ln, please report it to a teacher immediately. Those guilty will be punished. Jinxing, hexing and cursing other students is not taken lightly at Hogwarts!
Dumbledor's voice boomed through the Great Hall. Then he cleared his throat.
However, if the guilty party presents themselves to me before the end of the night, a lighter punishment will be granted, and expulsion will not be considered.
His negotiations send the twins spiralling.
That's rubbish!
They scream in unison, grabbing the attention of the Headmaster.
Weasley's, yn is unharmed. Madam Pomfrey said so herself. A little leniency in return for an answer is appropriate, if only for a few hours... Expulsion is back on the table at the end of the night if the student does not reveal themselves.
Dumbledor addresses the students and then proceeds to sit back down. George is frustrated at this point. That someone would do this to his best friend and his brother infuriates him. Fred, however, is fuming. He was always protective over yn. So much so that not even he would dare prank her with more than the smallest and most gentle of tricks. Victor had shrunk into his seat. He felt guilty, terrified and sick all at once. He hadn't realized the implications of what he had done until now. He knew he had to do what was right and stood from his seat slowly. Fred and Georges's eyes snapped in his direction, confused and angry as he avoided their gaze and began walking toward the Headmaster.
It was me, professor. I just wanted to prank the Weasleys because of all they had done to us over the years.
He explained guiltily. As the Headmaster addressed him George leaned forward and whispered to Fred.
What's the plan?
It had been half a week before the twins were allowed to come and see you. When you were first transformed back into a human, you were completely disoriented, as if you had vertigo. You were too dizzy to even open your eyes; luckily, that is all that was wrong with you. Apparently, it could've been a lot worse, but because Victor was such an inexperienced wizard, you were spared that grim reality. You had completely recovered so much that it was as if it never happened. As Madam Pomfrey gave you your robe and cleared you to leave, the hospital wing doors burst open. Fred stood there looking around the room frantically, Geoge standing just behind him. When his eyes met yours, he sprinted to your bed and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.
Careful now, Mr. Weasley. I only just cleared her.
The woman chuckled as she walked back to her desk. George offering a quick but genuine thank you as he made his way over.
Merlin, yn. You scared the hell out of me...
Fred whispered softly, kissing your temple and pulling back to look you up and down. He wanted to make sure that you were unharmed. You laughed and rolled your eyes.
I'm fine, Freddie, I promise. Madam Pomfrey made sure of it.
You placed both of your hands on his cheek, rubbing soothing circles on his jaw with your thumb. Fred sighed a breath of relief, and George took a moment to speak up.
We're happy you're alright, yn. Especially this one; he was livid when he found out what had happened.
George clapped Fred on the back gently, and you smiled gratefully up to him. Then, you turned your attention back to Fred.
Really Fred. I'm alright.
You reiterated. His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, and he nodded, relieved. He didn't wait for another second and pulled you into a passionate kiss, releasing all of his fear and sorrow within it. You were happy to reciprocate, tangling your hands in his hair as he held your waist.
Alright, well, you two seem to have much to catch up on, so I'll leave you to it.
George chuckled, waving as he backed away and left the Great Hall. You and Fred pulled away from each other and looked into each other's eyes.
I missed you love.
Fred confessed and pulled you into a tight embrace once again.
I missed you too, Freddie. I don't remember much after the jinx, though, so George is right. You're gonna have to fill me in on what happened.
Fred smiled and kissed the top of your head before pulling away.
Long story short...
He said, letting go of you to gather your robe and grab your hand. Fred began leading you out of the hospital wing as he told a summarized version of the story.
So what happened to Victor?
You asked, Fred just laughed and shook his head, avoiding your gaze.
Not expelled, but on top of the four month's worth of detention, he will have to deal with some daily revenge for a while, delivered by yours truly.
You rolled your eyes affectionately and leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you. A thought crossed your mind.
So, Freddie, I have to ask...
You said, looking up at him, and he met your gaze curiously, eyes full of love.
Does this mean you would still love me if I were a worm?
You asked with a wide smile. Fred's head shot back as a loud laugh fell from his lips. He pulled you in tighter and kissed the top of your head, and you walked back to your house to make up for lost time.
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unofficial-writing · 2 days ago
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Sugar cookies
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✵ Pairing: Fred Weasley/f!reader
✵ Word count: 2k
✵ Summary: You were notoriously horrible at any form of baking or cooking, but hopefully having another shot at it could improve the well-earned reputation
✵ Warnings: Established relationship, possible inaccurate cookie baking (I'm no chef), really nothing but fluff
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Baking was a form of art, and you had never been that kind of artist. Every time the thought even crossed your mind, something had already gone wrong. Something was on fire, severely burnt, the wrong consistency, or just tasted awful. No matter how many times you tried, there was never any sort of improvement. No food or dessert had ever survived in your hands. So it wasn't often anymore you could be found in the kitchen, having mostly accepted that this was simply not your strong suit. However, every so often, you found a sudden urge to try and prove you could learn, even if you already knew the likeliest outcome. Today was one of those days, that urge tempting you into giving it another try.
It was a warm and quiet morning in the burrow, Molly and Arthur being away and most of the others busying themselves in different ways. You took the opportunity to try yet again at baking something. It was safer for everyone if there were fewer present to witness it, or possibly taste it. If you could get that far this time.
You approached the situation optimistically. The plan was to choose something simple to make and an even simpler recipe to follow. Just cookies couldn't hurt, right? It seemed easy enough, as long as you were careful.
Leaning against the counter, you studied the little book. There were very few ingredients, and that only meant fewer places where mistakes could be made. You were definitely capable of this. So with a newfound confidence, you got to work gathering an array of bowls, pans, ingredients, everything you thought you may need and more. As you scattered them across the counter at random, You were caught by the only other Weasley in the household.
Fred walked in on what was turning out to be a manic episode. You could tell he knew this based on the sudden panic in his face. "What are you doing?" He questioned, fearing the day he'd find you here again. Flashbacks of previous incidents were likely spinning through his head.
"A good morning would suffice." You replied without looking up from what you were doing. Another quick check of your book and you were ready to go, carrying hope for a more positive ending this time. Fred strode over lazily, sleep clearly still clinging to his mind. He slid his arms around you to gaze over your shoulder.
The embrace briefly distracted you from your task. And to further this, he pressed a long kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry, love. Good morning." His voice was muffled against your hair, but the way it sounded was almost tempting enough to drop everything in your hands and give him your full attention. Unfortunately, you were far too determined for that.
"That's much better," You remarked, earning a chuckle. Against your better judgment, you wiggled out of Fred’s arms to continue on with your cookies. After a few words of complaint, He leaned an arm on the counter beside you, finding the only open spot that hadn't yet been touched by your wave of disaster. You prepared your first ingredients, movements followed by his curious gaze.
"Now, don't tell me," He started sarcastically, continuing only once you glanced up at him. This look only lasted a moment, as you were in the middle of measuring flour. "You're making something."
"Clearly," Was your simple response. You were so focused on getting everything right.
"Something simple?" Fred gestured down to the not-so-simple mess on the counter. "I'd guess it's something even you couldn't ruin? Dare I say cake? Cookies, maybe?" He watched you pour the flour into a bowl, which came back up to coat the front of you in a white puff of smoke. A snort of laughter escaped his mouth, resulting in an immediate glare from you. It was very early in the game for you to be wearing your cookies.
"That's enough from you." You pointed a finger of your now powdered hand at him. "Unless you'd like to be covered in flour as well."
His expression changed as he considered your words. "Well, I could think of worse things to—” You put an end to his statement by launching a handful of flour at him, coating the both of you in a thin layer of white. He first tried to wipe his face with the back of his hand, only to find it would smudge. You roared with laughter at this discovery.
After your fit had calmed, you picked up a spoon in an attempt to return to your work. But you had started something Fred would be more than happy to finish. "Oh, no you don't." He grabbed your arms and pulled you to him, tickling and completely disarming you. Laughter jumped back into your throat and your utensils clattered to the ground.
"Fred! No!" You struggled to say, squirming to find an escape. By the time he had stopped, you could barely breathe and practically choked on the giggles that tried to escape your lips.
Fred picked up the spoon off the ground, narrowly dodging a slap to the arm. If your cookies turned out poorly now, you could place some of the blame on him. He went to rinse it off, which gave you enough time to add most of the remaining ingredients to your bowl.
You checked back with the book to ensure it was still going well. Other than the rapidly growing mess in the kitchen and all over you, it seemed fine so far. As long as there were no other setbacks, you may actually succeed this time.
As if you spoke it into existence, Fred turned around at the sink, just as you were placing the cookies in the oven. "Slight problem," His hands were held away from himself, face twisting into concern.
Your gaze was pulled to him to see he had tried and failed to rinse the flour off his hands and arms. Instead of washing away, it clumped and stuck to his skin. The realization hit you at the same time and you stared at each other, both covered in more flour than what was in the cookies.
Water did nothing against the powder. It was mixed with whatever other ingredients escaped the bowl, turning it into a glue and making the situation far worse. You took ahold of one of Fred's arms, but it immediately made your hands sticky as well. No matter how much you scrubbed, it only further spread across the skin
"It's not coming off," Fred announced simply, as if you weren't actively trying to fix the problem.
You sighed. "I can see that, love." You pointed to a bar of soap at the edge of the sink, beckoning Fred to hand it over. He obliged and reached for it. The soap helped significantly, freeing some of the sticky paste.
It took no small amount of effort, but you eventually had clean arms and hands. Fred took the bar from you, wetting the soap in his hands and lifting it to work it into the flour on your face. You gazed up at him while he did this, letting out a little giggle as he struggled to keep his eyes from finding yours.
Fred had very little self-control when it came to you. It didn't take any convincing for him to give in and meet your stare. It was intoxicating. Whatever you had been doing previously was easily forgotten the moment the look was exchanged. He practically melted, thumb still brushing across your cheek while his mind drifted away from cleaning your messy faces.
You did try to resist– or so you told yourself– But a flicker of your eyes toward his lips and it was over. You met in a sweet kiss, the chalky taste of flour finding your tongue. It was warm and gentle and filled with the same longing you felt every time you kissed him; even back to the very first time. The act was so simple, and yet was more than enough for him to take over your entire mind and body. You were completely at the mercy of your lover.
His hands cupped your face, the mixture of soap and flour making a mess of your skin. He held you there with no intention of moving and in turn, rapidly draining any of yours. This only lasted until a distinct burning smell reached your nose.
Fred noticed before you, lips parting from yours as his eyes fell on the sight. "Y/n," He muttered and let his hands drift down to your shoulders.
"Hm?" Was your oblivious response, further proof you belonged nowhere near an oven. Realization hit you at the same time as the harsh scent.
"Is that supposed to be on fire?" You jerked your body around to follow his gaze, only to find that your cookies had gone up in flames. How? You had only taken your eyes off them for a few minutes at most. Your hands went to your pockets, but there was empty fabric where your wand should have been. So Fred's was the next best option.
He wasn't one to handle emergency situations well. While you calmly tried to locate a solution, Fred seemed to lose any instinct for survival. "Fred," You snapped a finger to get his attention. "Your wand, love."
"Right," He searched around the counter for it. A sigh escaped your lips and you put a hand on his arm to stop him, taking his wand from his pocket. With a swift flick, water sprayed from the tip of it and extinguished the flames, which had roared on during the moment of panic.
As the fire subsided, you lost any hope in salvaging your dessert. They came out of the oven pitch black, hard as a rock, and now waterlogged; definitely not edible. You set them on the counter so you both could get a good look.
After a moment or two of dead silence, Fred made a poor attempt to lighten your disappointment. "Well, this isn't the worst thing I've seen you take out of an oven." You shot him the makings of a glare, which confirmed his attempt had ended in failure.
The expression turned into a frown. "Maybe I'm just destined for burnt cookies." As the words came out, so did a giggle. You really were cursed. Every single time, without fail, something goes wrong. You were convinced you were the only one with such terrible luck when it came to baking.
"Or maybe you just need more practice." Fred suggested, giving you his smile. Somehow he had become more enthusiastic about this than you.
You leaned onto the counter, sinking down in defeat. "I think I’ve had a little too much practice." Adding another kitchen disaster to your resume didn't make you any more eager to jump back into it.
"One more couldn't hurt, darling." He pulled out another set of ingredients, this time indenting to help you rather than distract. With Fred, your chances for success were greatly increased but still slim. Even with the odds stacked against you, how could you refuse? Especially at the sight of him standing there, so ready to try again with you. So with an exaggerated sigh, you got back to work.
These cookies had made it much farther than the previous batch. Even just surviving long enough to make it out of the oven was a victory. You could admit there was an obvious improvement. But even though they looked the part— mostly— One taste and you found they were not the most appealing to consume. It was a sign of progress, but still not something anyone else would find edible.
Finally, you were able to start coming to terms with your skill; or lack thereof. Baking was such a delicate art, and you just had to accept that not everyone was meant to be that type of artist.
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aellestee · 2 days ago
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⊹ Day and night at Hogwarts ⊹
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vagrandeer · 2 days ago
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Gorgeous Vincent Morgan!❤️
I have T-shirts with Sebastian and Ominis in the same style by @littlejonyy , there will be a T-shirt with Vincent❤️ And on the neck, of course, is Castiel's hand🌚
Take your boy, @cherryray-hl 💋
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Шикарный Винсент Морган от Джони! У меня есть футболки с Себастьяном и Оминисом в таком же стиле, теперь будет футболка с Винсентом❤️ А на шее, конечно же, рука Кастиэля🌚
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killsworthss · 3 days ago
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Ombed: Light up my world for me love.
Garreth: Always!
Ombeod and Garreth having a relaxing day by the forbidden forest as always.
Alternative wardrobe by @audra1890
Cig mod by @ominouscorridors
MC by @ombeodhellhound
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aprilthearcher · 20 hours ago
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replaying your laughter
harry potter x slytherin!fem!reader ― Harry has a crush on a Slytherin, which could collapse the entire school, but he doesn't seem to care much.
slightly inspired by 'message in a bottle' by taylor swift. there could be a second part if anyone's interested in it. don't forget to like, or reblog, or leave a comment! those are always appreaciated.
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Harry was sure that half – maybe even more than half – of Gryffindors House would never forgive him for having a crush on a Slytherin. Yet, Harry couldn’t really bring himself to care. The lot of them had called him a liar just last year, and none of them, friends or not, had the right to tell him who was appropriate enough or not to go on a date with. 
It was hard not to miss her when she was one of the few Slytherins in Harry’s year who had never insulted him nor any of his friends. As a half-blood, she didn’t care about ‘blood traitors’ or muggleborns nor was she a member of Malfoy’s gang. Also, the fact that she was best friends with Luna Lovegood made her trustworthy in Harry’s eyes. 
Although they had shared many classes during their years at Hogwarts, Harry didn’t know when he’d started to feel this way towards her. Had it been during their third year, after he’d seen her yell curses at Marcus Flint because he didn’t want girls in the Slytherin Quidditch Team? Had it been during their fourth year, after he saw her in an elegant, deep blue gown at the Yule Ball dancing with a Ravenclaw a year older than them? Had it been during their fifth year, after he’d seen her comfort two first years from Slytherin and Hufflepuff that had spent their afternoon in Umbridge’s office? Had these feelings been there since he’d met her on the train in their first year after she couldn’t find her older sister? 
Has he always been so clueless? 
Now, despite the fact that this recently discovered crush made Harry’s heart almost burst out of his chest any time he’d see her – whether in real life or in his dreams –, it didn’t mean that he would easily hand the victory to Slytherin in the match they were about to play. 
Standing face to face with Urquhart, Slytherin’s new Quidditch Captain, Harry tried to avoid her eyes and how imposing she looked dressed in the deepest hue of emerald green. Still, when Madame Hooch blew the whistle, Harry couldn’t help but raise his head in her direction. Her eyes quickly settled on his, and Harry almost punched himself for being the first one to look away. 
Up in the sky, a hand on his broom keeping him steady, he thought he’d have a moment of peace from her. But, in his defence, flying round the pitch looking for the snitch and making sure that his team was playing well eventually led him to find the force of nature that was her on top of a broom. Watching the speed at which she flew, Harry was somewhat relieved that she had never intended to become a Seeker. Yet, as magnificent as she was with a Quaffle in her hands, Ron’s confidence that there was Liquid Luck running through his system managed to block all of the shots she’d thrown at him. Anyone could tell from the look on her face and her stance on her broom that she wanted to rip off Ron’s head, probably use it to mark a few points as well. Her kindness, Harry realised then, did not make her less of a competitive hothead.
The match finished with the snitch in Harry’s hands, granting yet another win to Gryffindor. A smile on his face, he let his eyes trail over his team, each with a grin on their faces as big as his. He saw Ron lifting both of his arms, celebrating with the scarlet and gold crowd, and Ginny dive-bombing into the podium from where Zacharias Smith had been calling the match. 
Harry looked for her once more, finding her already on the ground with the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. He’d started descending when he saw what seemed to be a fight between her and Urquhart. The Slytherin Quidditch Team had a finger pointed to her chest, which she quickly dismissed with a jab of her hand and a hissed that Harry got to hear as a ‘Don’t fucking touch me’. This infuriated Urquhart more, making him get closer to her face, but with only a stamp of her foot, she sent him flying backwards. 
Madame Hooch’s whistle blew loudly across the pitch, and the crowd finally caught on what was happening. Harry saw them go from celebrating, or sulking in the case of the silver and green sea of people, to whispering excitedly about the tussle. Urquhart was now marching in her direction, though Harry noticed some hesitation on his pace when the determination settled on her face. He had known, not that Harry spent a lot of time observing her, that she was very capable at wandless magic. In Urquhart’s case, he was always ready to start a brawl, yet he never saw through; opting, instead, to play it cool when he realised that he wouldn’t come out triumphant. 
Because of some kind of instinct, Harry drew closer to the Slytherin Quidditch Team, standing a few paces behind her. Zabini observed him, his eyes were narrowed and his arms were crossed; it was clear he wasn’t there to stop his teammates from fighting each other. Suddenly, Snape stood between Urquhart and (Y/N). His face was rougher than usual and with only a few words he sent the Slytherin Captain back to the castle. Then, Snape turned to them, raising his eyebrows at the sight of Harry.
“Potter, shouldn’t you be celebrating?” Said Snape. The mere mention of the word ‘celebrating’ added a layer of disgust to his face. “Or is it that you cannot bear that the attention is not on you?”
Before answering, he looked at her. She had glanced back at him at the mention of his name, clearly surprised that he was here. Their eyes met for a brief second, one in which Harry noted the colour of his eyes was similar to that of her robes. 
“I was only making sure that none of the players of your house got hurt. Seeing as Malfoy wasn’t here to play today, to get yet another replacement would surely affect the team.”
“How… heroic. Always ready to save the day, Potter.” Harry smiled sarcastically at Snape’s comment. “Miss, I expect to see you at my office tomorrow morning. We will discuss your detention.”
“Detention? Urquhart was the one to start the fight. He was the one yelling at me and getting all over my face.” Harry was certain that weren’t for the fact that Snape was a professor and the Head of her House, he would have suffered the same fate as Urquhart, thrown back across the pitch. He stopped himself from laughing at the mental picture of that. 
“It’s not up to discussion, but if you keep complaining you will do a month of detention rather than two weeks.” With her silence and the matter already settled, Snape started walking towards the castle, Zabini and the rest followed him.
Now that the two of them were alone, Harry didn’t know what to say. The bleachers were emptying, some members of his team had already left the pitch. 
“Um, thanks for that, I guess,” she mumbled. It seemed she didn’t know what to say either. 
“Uh, yeah, no problem.”
There was another moment of silence where both of them avoided each other’s gaze, looking at their shoes or the brown gloves on their hands.
“What did- What did Urquhart say to you?” Harry asked. He was curious, but he also wanted to keep talking to her. 
“He basically blamed the loss on me, saying I wasn’t fast enough or my aim was off, which could be true, but it’s not as if the rest of the team got the same. He said it to me because I’m the only girl, so…”
“So he’s a prick and no better than Flint.”
She laughed at that, softly and probably reminiscing that time she cursed him for not wanting to put her on the team. Harry swore that if he could hear that laugh play in the back of his mind forever, he wouldn’t need anything else. It would be her laugh that’d spurred him on. He thought about running to Dumbledore’s office and using the pensieve to replay this moment over and over again.
“Yeah, at least Montague would yell at all of us.” She mentioned while beginning to play with the strap on her gloves. “Anyways, I think it’s time for me to get back, and you have a win to celebrate.”
“Yeah, yeah, I do. But, um, you played well today. You’re a great Chaser.”
She whispered a small ‘thanks’, biting her lower lip in an attempt to contain the grin that was about to erupt in her face. 
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the-sun-is-also-a-star · 8 hours ago
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remus who patiently corrects sirius anytime sirius assumes he likes something and when james asks him why he doesn't just pretend he likes it to make sirius happy remus explains that "i'm going to spend the rest of my life with him, it will devastate him more if he finds out i've been pretending the whole time"
regulus who never corrects james whenever he assumes he likes something because he knows their time is limited and so he pretends that he loves it because james will never have to find out and he wants james to only have happy memories of them when he has to leave
(this was inspired by @cheriip1e 's wolfstar post about chocolate ice cream lmfao)
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snetofed · 1 day ago
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My men
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