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wizardingworldlibrary · 5 months ago

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Getting Together (2) Masterlist

part one

A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption (ao3) - aibidil draco/harry E, 43k

Summary: A fuck-or-die fairytale in which Draco Malfoy lives a despicable and unapologetic life — that is, until he's cursed to die unless he can fall in love with and fuck Harry Potter.

Annoyance (ao3) - TheMightyFlynn angelina/fred G, 1k

Summary: He was an annoyance and she didn't know why she liked him. But she really did.

A Weasel in the Hamptons (ao3) - peachpety draco/ron E, 15k

Summary: When Ron heads to the Hamptons for Hermione’s engagement celebration, it’s been 10 years since he’s seen his friends. At 38, he’s content to travel the world, unfettered and carefree, allowing his wanderlust to guide him from one photojournalism assignment to the next. He arrives at Blaise’s posh beach estate ready to catch up with old friends, kick back poolside with a beer, and have some fun in the sun. What could possibly disrupt his weekend?

Enter Draco Malfoy—the gorgeous prat who handles a stick shift with ease, speaks French, and surfs like a Seeker flies.

And who just may be the anchor Ron isn’t aware he needs.

Dreaming Skies (ao3) - sweet_s0rr0w, tackytiger draco/ron E, 20k

Summary: Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected…

(a story about dragons and baking, friendship and little kindnesses, putting down new roots and falling in love)

falling into place (ao3) - charmingwillow james/lily T, 14k

Summary: Lily overhears something that maybe she shouldn't have.. things sort of happen from there.

Falling like a Snowflake (ao3) - GhostIsReading marcus/harry T, 2k

Summary: Marcus Flint gives Harry a box of chocolates unaware that they are laced with a potion.

Five Times Dean and Seamus Don't Go For It, and One Time They Do (ao3) - starkidpatronus seamus/dean T, 5k

Summary: “Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.” -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Dean & Seamus, throughout the years, tortured by a series of almost moments.

for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic (ao3) - Annerb harry/ginny T, 6k

Summary: Ginny and Harry are forced to share a bed. Of course everything just gets more out of hand from there.

Here Now, Gone Yesterday (or Back To The Future) (ao3) - nerakrose teddy/james, sirius/remus G, 21k

Summary: Teddy and James are in the middle of breaking up when Remus and Sirius - teenaged, travellers from the past - drop into their life.

Holidate (ao3) - danpuff draco/ron, pansy/ginny T, 11k

Summary: Draco and Ginny aren't ready to come out, so they decide to "date" for the holiday.

It's Friday (I'm in Love) (ao3) - punk_rock_yuppie draco/harry, hermione/ron, hannah/neville E, 16k

Summary: At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco.

Or, Draco and Harry fall in love over the course of several Fridays and some other days of the week.

Kiss (ao3) - xErised draco/harry T, 10k

Summary: For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it's not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era.

Like a Hero (ao3) - aibidil harry/ginny T, 1k

Summary: Perpetually stuck on the periphery of Harry's inner circle, Neville has always felt like an onlooker. But when Harry leaves and war comes to Hogwarts, it's up to Neville—and Ginny—to redefine what a hero looks like.

Patronus Material (ao3) - OgdensOldFirewhiskey james/lily T, 8k

Summary: Well, this is a bit grim, isn’t it? Lily thought. She couldn’t think of a single happy memory. Was her life truly this mundane?

Lily has trouble conjuring a Patronus until she thinks about a spectacled idiot with messy black hair. Have some seventh-year, canon-compliant, Jily.

Strength of Heart (ao3) - Kicon seamus/dean, lavender/parvati T, 51k

Summary: A coming of age story that follows Seamus Finnigan through his years at Hogwarts as he becomes the man he was always meant to be. He'll have to face transphobia, bullying, and his own darkest fears, but lifelong love and friendship may just be waiting for him at the end of it.

Sugarplum (ao3) - mallstars draco/harry E, 27k

Summary: The air crackled as it busied itself shifting around molecules, making way for a hefty slab of magic, and then there it was: the Knight Bus, squeezed neatly into a pocket of Wizarding space among stagnant Muggle buses, vibrant violet amidst a string of cherry red. The door sprang open.

"Draco," said Potter, a little breathless, a little cheerful. He smelled of coconut lotion, Cockroach Clusters and a sloppy ironing charm. Lifting one hand off the steering wheel, Potter gave a small wave. He wore gloves. Fingerless, the leather black against the sunlight. Leather. In August.

Testing. One, Two...Three? (ao3) - teh_kris_eh hermione/fred T, 4k

Summary: Hermione agrees to help with product testing for one of Fred and George's newest creations. Unsurprisingly, things don't go quite as planned...

(Un)wanted (ao3) - aibidil draco/harry E, 36k

Summary: Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

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rose-of-the-grave · 7 months ago

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The Great War: Chapter 5

Pairing: Mattheo x Reader

Hey everybody!! This one's a "bit" longer than the last chapter but I had so much fun writing it!!! I hope you all enjoy! As always I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist Series Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: mild language, kissing, underage drinking (mentioned once), dancing, jealousy, Mattheo having difficulty processing emotions healthily

Word Count: 3457

Description: It's Halloween and Y/N gets invited to a Slytherin party but she already made plans with her friends. Can she do her mission and be a good friend without arousing suspicion or will it all come crumbling down?

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover, @relminnie

It had been a month since Riddle had gotten that detention during Astronomy class. She had soon discovered that they actually had a few classes together, he just didn’t show up. They never talked, not even when Pansy invited her to join them. Only for studying purposes though.

She had still made no headway with her mission, he was so unpredictable. Thankfully Professor Dumbledore hadn’t asked for any updates yet, she would hate to seem as if she hadn’t been doing anything.

Y/N had done her best to follow him but it seemed that all he did was smoke and hang out with his fellow Slytherins, causing mischief. They were only two months into school and Riddle along with his partners-in-crime had already cost Slytherin house five hundred points, points they had also won back with ease by simply answering questions in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape’s clear favoritism working in their favor.

Walking through the halls she nearly crashed into a certain old friend. He gave her a curt nod.

“Y/L/N.”

“Malfoy.”

They continued walking in their separate directions. A spectator would never have known how close of friends they used to be. Running around the Malfoy Manor playing hide and seek with Dobby. Back when life was simple. He had changed since then, no longer the boy who used to tell her of all of the grand adventures they would go on when they got to Hogwarts. Now he was the boy who teased them, insulted them. The boy who made her friends’ lives a living hell. She couldn’t forgive him for that.

All that was left between them now was a nostalgia for a friendship long since broken.

When she turned the corner she spotted a familiar head of curly brown hair and green robes. Finally. She watched as he crept through the hallway towards one of the abandoned wings. In such an immense castle, there were many classrooms that had been long forgotten. He ducked into one of the hidden pathways that Harry had been informed of when he got the Marauders Map.

To herself she muttered, “Where are you going?”

His footsteps echoed through the tunnel, masking her own. Keeping her steps in time with his, she trailed behind, hoping that his destination would be of interest to Professor Dumbledore and be something connected to his father’s return. It was doubtful that it would be anything of any real interest but maybe…

Quiet as a mouse she followed as he opened a door and stepped into the room behind it. Cloaked in shadows she crept up to the door, peaking through the crack to see what was behind. The smell of smoke wafted through the space between the door and the wall, the only sound that of his breaths. Then she heard it. It was far too quiet to tell but she thought she could hear music. An indiscernible melody barely audible through the door that separated them.

Shaking her head she turned and walked back to where she came from. Here she had been, hoping that he was up to something and all he was doing was smoking and listening to music. Gods, she felt so stupid. Did she honestly think that she would find anything of interest?

“The Smiths.” She realized aloud. That’s who he was listening to. Tucking away that insignificant piece of information, she walked back to the Gryffindor tower, her head hung low.

Walking straight past Hermione she sighed, taking a seat on her bed. Not saying anything she started rethinking her game plan. If Riddle was involved with Voldemort’s return, and he must be, he would cover his steps. The evidence would not be easy to find. She would need to find a way for the Slytherins to trust her more and quickly. Lost in her thoughts she barely heard her friend ask something.

“What?”

“You know you can always talk to me, right?” Hermione asked.

“Of course.” Y/N said, moving away, not meeting her best friend’s eyes.

Her flippant attitude only irked Hermione. Something was going on with her best friend and she intended to find out what.

“Y/N…” She gently placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, just really tired. Talk more in the morning?” Without waiting for her response she laid down on her side, pulling the covers over herself. “Good night.” With a flick of her wand her bedside light went out.

Watching her best friend lay there, facing the opposite direction, the covers rising up and down with every shaky breath as she pretended to be falling asleep Hermione stood there deep in thought. They had been friends for over five years now, she was of the opinion that she knew her best friend pretty well, maybe better than anyone else and yet there were moments. Moments where she looked over at Y/N and thought, who is this person? Lately she’d been acting odd, always sneaking off and having all of these study sessions. Maybe she was secretly dating someone? Hermione thought hopefully. She had been writing a lot of little notes that when questioned had simply said ‘it’s a secret’ with a little smile. Maybe it was someone in a different house? Although that was ridiculous, why would she think they wouldn’t accept someone from a different house? Unless it was Slytherin. None of them were ever nice to Gryffindors.

All of these what ifs swirled around in Hermione’s head until she eventually settled on the one that made the most sense. She was secretly dating someone in a different house who might not be a guy. Maybe she liked girls? Satisfied with that idea for now, she got ready to go to sleep.

The next morning Y/N awoke and everything was as if nothing had happened. Although Hermione has started giving her these really weird looks and acting like she knew something.

“What?”

Hermione gave her a blank look, “Huh?”

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No?”

“Are you sure cause you keep on giving me really funny looks like there’s something off.”

“Sorry, I must’ve spaced off or something. You don’t have anything on your face Y/N.”

Not entirely assured, she simply said, “Okay.”

In Divination class they were supposed to be reviewing for a test. It wasn’t actually a test. Professor Trelawney didn’t believe in tests. But she was required to give one so all it was was a few questions about basic material they had all first been taught back in third year. The study guide itself was only three questions that every student finished within the first five minutes of class.

“Your taste in music is shit.” Nott joked. Or at least Y/N thought he was joking. It was always so hard to tell.

Malfoy sneered, “And yours isn’t?”

“Whatever, at least I’m not the one who will be arriving unaccompanied.”

“Like I care.”

His friend snorted but let it rest.

After class while they were gathering their things Pansy stayed behind, waiting while her friends disappeared into the crowd on the staircase.

“Hey, you want to come?” Pansy asked.

Looking over at her, “To the party?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure? Won’t it be weird.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Who the fuck cares? It’s only weird if you make it weird. If you want to come, come, if you don’t want to, then don’t come. It’s that simple.”

“Okay, I guess?”

“Great, see you there!”

At lunch people were excitedly talking about All Hallow’s Eve. She remembered back in first year when Hermione had to explain the concept of Halloween and dressing up in costumes before she had overheard Ron and spent all of the feast in the bathroom before the troll came. Second year the four of them had decided to dress up. It had all been great fun but the best part, according to Harry, was the trick or treating. As a kid he never got to but his cousin had. Hermione, being the child of two dentists, had also never gotten the experience. Y/N and Ron had spent days meticulously planning to get some candy so they could all experience a version of it. Third year, once they were able to go to Hogsmeade, was when it truly became a tradition of sorts.

“I can’t believe it’s tomorrow!” Ron said excitedly.

“I know? We’ve already been at Hogwarts for two whole months!” Harry exclaimed. Time always passed quickly at school, rapidly leaving them at the end of spring and facing the return home.

“Time flies.” Y/N remarked.

“So, nine o’clock we meet in the room of requirement?”

Hermione nodded before taking a sip of water. “Nine.”

Standing up abruptly Y/N breezily said, “See you guys later.” Before walking out of the Great Hall leaving her friends staring after her with furrowed brows.

Finding a quiet place outside she pulled out a book and flipped to the pages her bookmark was nestled between. The birds chirping sweetly was the perfect background noise, the fountain drowning out any other noise.

The pages flew by as time went on, her mind fully focused on the plot of her book instead of her surroundings. Just when the double agent was revealed a shout broke the silence, piercing through her calm environment.

Grimacing, her eyes boring into the page she continued to read.

Whipping through the air a quaffle hit her square on the side of her head, the force of it nearly knocking her over. Setting her book down she picked up the quaffle. Moving to her feet she searched for its owner only to be met with a familiar smirk.

“You okay?”

Snarling, “Like you care.”

“Can I have my ball back?” He asked, trying to grab it.

Stealing it out of his grasp she shook her head. “Apologize.”

“Sorry, princess.” There was that infernal smirk again.

With gritted teeth she repeated herself. “Apologize like you actually mean it.”

“I am sincerely sorry.” She was about to relent when he smirked, “Princess.”

Pulling her arm back she threw the quaffle as far and as high as she could, clearing the surrounding trees and landing it squarely on top of a statue’s sharp sword. Perfect.

Riddle glared at her, his smirk wiped from his face. She gave him a coy smile before turning back to where her book rested on the ground.

Behind her she heard a muttered curse, “Fuck.”

Gritting her teeth she took a seat once more, opening her book. Her gaze refused to stray from her page. The yells from across the courtyard echoing in her eardrums. By the time she finished her book it was nearing dinner time so she got back up, dusting her robes off a bit as she walked inside.

In the privacy of the dorm room she put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not having anything else more suitable for a party. Grabbing a coat in case of a chill she walked out and ran straight into Lavender.

“Oh, hey. Where are you off to?”

Keeping up with her lie she shrugged, “Study group.”

Brushing past the girl she headed out of Gryffindor tower and followed the corridors until she was just outside of the dungeons. The door was left ajar, music thumping through the stone walls, echoing through the corridor. Students of all ages were roaming around the Slytherin common room, some weren’t even Slytherin. In fact a significant number of them were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs that she recognized from classes over the years.

Not a single Gryffindor was in sight. Weaving through the crowd she spotted a familiar head of silvery blonde hair. Switching directions she found a fellow sixth year student from Hufflepuff.

“Hey!” She shouted in greeting, her voice barely audible over the noise.

“Oh my god, hi! Imagine seeing you here?” The girl, Hannah, gave her a genuine smile, her eyes lit up. She was practically bouncing up and down like a rabbit. The girl gave her a quick hug before showing her to the table with all of the snacks and what looked like firewhiskey.

“So, how’d you manage an invitation? Gryffindors aren’t allowed to these parties last I heard.”

Taking a sip Y/N responded, “Pansy invited me. We sit together in Divination.”

“Oh. Okay cause I assumed that it was a rule or something that only certain Slytherins could invite people. I guess Pansy made the list.”

In a low, sort of mutter she echoed, “Guess so.”

As if on cue the Slytherin girl appeared, her black hair in a chic bob, the ends slightly curled. She was wearing a green top and a black skirt, paired with silver jewelry. Suddenly Y/N started to feel a bit self-conscious. Nearly everyone else was dressed somewhat nicely. Some of the guys were more casually attired though. Shrugging, she decided she didn’t care if she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Pansy gave her a small smile, “You came.”

“I sure did.”

“Oi, Parkinson. What’s she doing here?” Some Slytherin boy barked from where he sat on a couch. Malfoy turned his head to see that the she in question was indeed Y/N. Shaking his head he mentally berated Pansy, giving her a disappointed frown. She simply shot him a sweet smile in return.

Placing her hands on her hips she glared daggers at the Slytherin boy. “I invited her.”

“And who told you you could do that? It certainly wasn’t me.”

“I don’t need anyone’s permission.”

He shook his head, “Yes, you do.”

“Bullshit. She’s my friend.”

“She’s a Gryffindor! Slytherins aren’t friends with Gryffindors.” He glanced towards the others as if to say, “Come on, back me up here!”

“Whatever.”

Before he could respond an arm was casually slung across her shoulders. “She’s with me.”

Even if she hadn’t recognized his voice she would have known by their faces. All of them went blank. The Slytherin who had been harassing them was suddenly bowing and scraping as if that changed what he had just said.

“I apologize. We didn’t realize.”

“Don’t make that same mistake again.” Riddle warned.

Pulling her over to the side, away from that group he turned to face Pansy who had followed.

He gave her a pointed look, “You’re welcome.”

She rolled her eyes, “We didn’t need your help.”

“Well you got it.”

In a flat, sarcastic tone she gave him a reluctant, “Thanks.”

He gave her a smile before turning to Y/N.

“Don’t get in any more trouble, princess.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Seizing her hand, Pansy tugged her along onto the dance floor. A bit hesitant, she observed others for a cue. Following suit, she began to jump up and down to the beat of the music. The song shifted into another, a bit slower, song.

Swaying to the beat she noticed a guy in her periphery. She had never met him before and under normal circumstances would never have gone up to him but liquid courage filled her veins and not the potion kind. Shifting towards him he gave her a welcoming nod and a half-smile. Their dancing intertwined seamlessly, both of them just moving to the beat as if they had been dancing together for their whole lives. Standing behind her he placed his hands on her hips. Glancing upwards he noticed a Slytherin boy glaring at them from where he sat next to his friends. Raising an eyebrow in challenge he leaned his body further into hers.

He was playing with fire but he quite enjoyed getting burned.

Riddle jumped to his feet, walking towards the hallway, his hand encircling a girl’s wrist and dragging her behind him. Y/N, oblivious to everything going on around her, continued to dance until the song changed to one she hated. Scowling, she apologized and exited the dancing throng.

Tossing back another drink she paused, waiting for the magical buzz to hit her. A golden glow filled her veins, leaving a fiery burning sensation. Spotting Pansy heading over she stayed standing there.

“Hey, having fun?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” Her head started to spin. “Actually, I’m not feeling too great.”

“Okay, do you want to sit down for a bit?”

She nodded. Pansy found her a spot on the couch to rest.

“I should probably head back.” Y/N admitted. She needed to lie down.

Pansy nodded. “Do you want me to walk with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” She waved her off as she attempted to stand on legs that wobbled like a foal.

Stumbling out of the Slytherin common room she came face to face with Riddle sucking the face off of some poor girl.

“Ugh! Get a room.”

They both turned to look at her with hooded eyes, their lips swollen. “Stop watching.”

Scoffing, she stormed down the corridor and out of the dungeons. Making her way to the Room of Requirement she hoped she would make it on time. When the door opened it was empty. No Hermione, no Harry, no Ron. No one.

Puzzled, she hurried to Gryffindor tower, sneaking past Filch on his mission to find misbehaving kids.

When she crept through the entrance she stopped in her tracks. Sitting there on the couch waiting for her were her friends.

No one uttered a word.

Breaking the silence she gave them a sheepish wave, “Hey guys.”

“Where were you?” Harry asked. “It’s almost eleven.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

Ron nodded, chiming in, “We were worried sick!”

“I’m sorry.”

Hermione sighed. Both of the boys looked over at her, waiting for her to say something.

“Let’s just go to bed, it’s late.”

Disappointed, they stood, walking up to their room.

Once they were gone Hermione asked, “Did you have a study session again?”

“Yes.”

“For which class?”

Unsure where she was going she went with the first class that popped into her head, “Divination.”

“With Lavender, Padma, and Parvati?”

“Mhmm.”

“That’s strange.”

“Why?”

“Because they were all hanging out here together. All night.”

Y/N stood still as a statue, not a hair moving. Shit. Thinking quickly she explained, “They are usually in our group. Today they decided not to come.”

Not quite willing to give up, Hermione questioned her yet again. “Then why did you say that you were studying with them?”

“I don’t know! I usually do but today they didn’t come. Look, I said I was sorry. I screwed up, I lost track of time. I am sorry. Why are we still talking about this?”

“I don’t know Y/N. You tell me.”

“Well I have no idea what you want from me!”

Her best friend gave her a look. “I want answers. Where have you been sneaking off to lately? Why are you always lying about studying with Lavender and her friends when every time they say that they haven’t seen you all day?” She lowered her voice a bit. “You’ve changed Y/N. You’re always disappearing for hours at a time with little to no explanation. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Then how about you tell me what’s going on? If there’s nothing to be concerned about then why don’t you tell me what you’re hiding? Are you dating someone? Is that it?”

“No. I’m not dating anyone. I just have a lot going on with my family.” Hermione took a step back, an apologetic look crossing her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I just am not really sure what or if there is even something that I can do to help them. They are scared for their lives now that he’s officially back. Right now they are in Guatemala, they sent a postcard a few days ago. By now they might be in a different country. I just didn’t want to talk about it with you guys.”

She nodded, a soft smile with watery eyes. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I know how much you care about them.”

“Thanks.”

Hermione stepped forward, wrapping both arms around Y/N, squeezing gently. After a few seconds later she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“I am really sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I should have been a better friend. I should have noticed something was up.”

“It’s really not. That was kind of the whole point of not telling anyone. I didn’t want you guys to know and feel bad for me.”

“We’re your friends Y/N. If something is going on we want to be there for you. Please let us.”

Y/N nodded.

“Good. Okay. Wow, it’s late. Let’s get to bed.”

“Okay.”

Chapter 6>>

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jomiddlemarch · 4 months ago

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to flatter myself, my dear cousin

“How many times removed are they again, Miss Granger?” the Honorable Miss Weasley asked, glaring at the glass of ratafia in her hand with pure loathing.

“I believe Lord Potter is Viscount Malfoy’s third cousin four times removed,” Miss Granger said, her hands folded in her lap, the small volume of Wordsworth she had brought with her tucked away; as a lady’s companion, it was her obligation to answer any question and otherwise fade into the background.

“La, one can hardly construe it, they look so little alike, Lord Potter so dark and the Viscount fair as dawn!” Lady Lavender cried out. She was wont to do so, almost as if she were an actress upon the stage, a fate her father, the Earl of Brownleigh, would sooner see her dead than allow her to assume. Her dramatic talents, therefore, were only given release among her fellow debutantes or at the most circumspect house-party tableaux.

“Why should they, if they are so far distantly related?” practical Miss Abbott, whose inheritance was all from trade and thus disparaged whenever she left the room, inquired.

“I rather think the Viscount looks like a gilded tommy-knocker,” Lady Luna offered blithely. “Or a unicorn.”

Written for Janeuary 2025 @janeuary-month Day 27, prompt: cousins

#Janeuary 2025 #cousins #harry potter AU #regency AU #lady's companion Hermione Granger #Lavender Brown #Luna Lovegood #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #Ginny Weasley #humor #double drabble #Hannah Abbott

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tedwardremus · 7 months ago

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Burnt Cookies

Written for @greenhouse-seven's No Tricks Only Treats fest.

Prompt: Baking

The Leaky Cauldron’s Midnight Hallow’s Eve feast was the biggest Halloween celebration outside of Hogwarts, and Hannah had spent weeks transforming the pub into a Halloween wonderland. Streamers of enchanted bats swooped above the tables, jack-o-lanterns lined every shelf, and long tables were laden with pumpkin-flavored treats, dark chocolate cauldrons, and fizzing orange-and-black drinks.

But in the kitchen, Hannah was at war with the oven.

"Not again," she muttered, staring at yet another tray of burnt pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. They were a Leaky Cauldron tradition, passed down through her family, and this year, she was determined to get them right. She yanked open the oven and pulled out the tray, frustration radiating off her as she slammed it onto the counter.

Just then, Neville wandered in, brushing dirt from his hands. "Alright, Han, I’ve set up all the pumpkins and black orchids in the dining room. But are lilies Halloween-themed? Or… is that just for funerals?”

Hannah barely registered his question, focused instead on the traitorous cookies. She slumped onto a stool and let her head fall onto the counter. “Ugh! I can’t do anything right tonight!”

#harry potter fanfiction #neville longbottom #hannah abbott #neville longbottom x hannah abbot

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plscallmeeren · 1 month ago

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T H E G A M E

Hannah Abbott x Reader

Request: yep short one

Summary: as a quidditch player, you're not new to girls fawning over you... much to Hannah's dismay

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.5K+

Hannah leaned back in her seat as best as she could, taking a sip of the butter beer Ginny had smuggled in for her. The rows around her were lined with red and gold, not to mention Luna Lovegood's roaring lion hat. From where she sat, her gaze fell directly to a mass of green and silver diligently singing anti-Gryffindor songs.

"Who do you think will win? Honestly?" her friend Riley asked for the second time, obviously hoping someone would agree with her that Slytherin had a better chance without being disloyal.

"Gryffindor. Honestly," Hannah obliged, grinning. You were on the team, after all, possibly the best chaser at the school. Certainly the most charming. Although she had been making a fool of herself for years. Tripping on the stairs just as you happened to look her way. Unable to meet your eyes and stuttering consistently when you asked her something school-related. Starting conversations and then cutting them off mid-way. Her ears warmed just thinking about it.

"Fine," Riley gave in, slumping into the seat next to her. "If you insist on being deluded." She righted her Gryffindor scarf.

There was some indefinite shouting starting near the entrance, and soon the teams had trekked their way to the centre of the stadium. The perfect excuse for Hannah to stare at you, clad in your Quidditch robes. Hard jaw, tousled hair, she knew the hands hidden beneath those gloves-

"He's hot," Riley added deftly, gesturing at you.

"Who, (y/l/n)?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'd let him ride me, if you know what I mean." She smiled stupidly. Hannah wanted to hit her for a moment, then decided she didn't. "Good a-"

"He's alright," she interrupted sharply. Her friend shrugged, as if to say 'denial, again'. "I mean..." she searched the team desperately, "Potter's not bad, huh? Good... hair?"

"Sure," Riley mumbled, but had already turned away and was talking to someone behind her that Hannah didn't know. Probably from a year above theirs. Didn't you spend a lot of time with that year? She spun around and tried to invade the conversation, but they were neck-deep in Quidditch trivia. Riley listed her fourth and fifth favourite Irish beaters from the 40s. Hannah turned back to staring at you, somewhat dejectedly.

"AND... GO!"

Someone behind her wolf-whistled and two minutes into the game a huddle of Gryffindors in Ginny's year made a bet about who could get you into bed first. Oh, no.

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Your feet hit the grass with welcome force and you stumbled forward, lifting Harry with the rest of the team. You had been well in front already, but your captain never failed you and you had won by nearly four hundred points.

"Well done, team!"

"Proud of us?"

"We destroyed those bastards, we fucked-"

"You were great, Ginny!"

Harry slipped off your shoulders in the chaos a few meters from the tent, and you were greeted by a small fan base that had probably descended from their seats earlier to comfort or celebrate no matter the outcome. Three girls - two Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw - took each of your hands while one walked backwards to talk to you.

"You were so good, (y/n), really fabulous. And you looked good doing it," she complemented, and you couldn't help but grin. Who minded attention? She was quite pretty, with long brown hair that curled around her thigh. Her dark eyes gleamed. "We're the brains behind the party tonight, so don't forget, yeah? My name's Shirley."

"I know, I've seen you around," you said softly. "And you two are Charlie and Laila, right?" They nodded happily. “Well, I’ll see you around. Gotta get changed for the party.”

They departed silkily and you had to shake your head as you entered the changing rooms. You placed your broom next to Ginny’s and pulled your robe off in utter relief.

“Can I shower first?” Ginny asked hopefully, not likely to take no for an answer. She was already stripped to her underwear with one foot through the curtain.

“Sure.”

“Good man. Good game, too! Don’t think I forgot about that shot after the whistle…” Maybe she said something else but you couldn’t hear anything much as another shower head sprung to life on the other side. You shook your head, sitting down on the bench and cringing at the feel of your sticky skin against the cloth.

“There’s some girl that wants to come in here, mate,” George informed you happily from the other side of the tent.

“Don’t know what they all see in you,” Fred sighed, pulling off his own robes and staring down at his abdomen pointedly as if it might decide this was the time for a six-pack.

“Well, not everyone can be as fit as me,” George winked.

“Show me your stomach right now. It’s not fair if you look different to me, think how much it will mess with pranks?”

“You mean all our shirtless prank? I won’t be pulling those on mum, if you don’t mind.” The two dissolved into their own conversation. You hadn’t the heart to ask who the girl was.

Twenty minutes later, however, you exited the tent well after most of the team (who hadn’t even bothered to shower). You were extremely happy to be back in jeans and a tshirt.

Standing before you was none other than Hannah Abbott looking very determined indeed. You were used to her acting shy and a little mousy, but extremely nice and generally kind. She was also quite nice to look at.

“I have to talk to you.”

“Oh?”

She nodded vigorously as if you had fought her on the matter. “Lots of girls like you.” She didn’t elaborate.

“Um.” Considering the circumstances, you really didn’t know what else you could say.

“Not for your sharp tongue at the moment, but you know, being a quidditch player, generally attractive, charismatic.”

“I don’t know what to add to this conversation,” you replied lamely, standing helplessly with your broom under one arm and your clothes lumped over the other.

“Just listen,” she said loudly. You were happy to oblige. “I need you to know that I like you for more than that. I mean sure, being a quidditch player and so on is pretty cool, and you’re certainly very attractive-“ Hannah cleared her throat. Your eyes wondered from her blond, clamped back hair and doe eyes down to her lips, the slant of her neck… “But I notice other things. More important ones. You always ask the ghosts for stories when they look sad. You subconsciously stand in front of your friends when a teacher talks about the dark arts or a scary magical creature. You tease your mates ruthlessly, but never about something sore. If you dump a girl, she always comes out sort of bewildered that she isn’t angry at you. You write your friends notes with little compliments and slip them over if they received a bad mark in class.”

You were teetering on the edge between being flattered and concerned but chose the former decidedly. She really was pretty. Gorgeous, even.

“I’ve noticed a lot more than that, too, barely trying, and I feel like I could testify that you are the kind of person anyone would be happy to have around. I’d like to have you around.” She heaved a sigh. “And I know I can’t expect it from you, but if you could give us - together - a chance, I’d be over the moon if I never had to hear another girl talk about how hot you are. Or at least if she did, I could tell her to shut her fucking trap.” She flinched slightly at her own cursing.

You smiled, gently dropped your broom at your side and moved forward to hug her somewhat rigid frame.

“What does that mean?” she whispered.

“It means, Hannah, that I’d love to give us a chance. And until further notice, I won’t have any girls that you don’t approve of beforehand.” You pressed a kiss to her cheek as she giggled and pulled away, staring down at her fondly. Your knuckles rested under her chin and you tilted her face upwards, teasing. Her lips parted. “And I have noticed you as well. No list prepared, but I always like what I see.”

“Really? Aren’t I nerdy?” Her nose scrunched in distaste. “What a stupid thing to say… I shouldn’t be giving you reasons not to like me.”

“What’s wrong with nerdy?” you smirked, swiping your thumb across her bottom lip before stepping back, picking up your broom again. “My favourite flavour. I’ll see you at the party, right?”

“Sure,” she grinned, honest and relieved.

“See ya, Hannah.”

You walked past her, and only a few seconds later did she turn around and yell out: “You were good! I mean, you are. At the game.”

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eastwindmlk · 6 months ago

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2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

For Nevannah! Please and thank you, my friend

Thank you! This one comes with a little extra challenge of: Can you guess the restaurant they went to. Maybe it will distract you from the terrible smut.

Prompt from this prompt list! Ask box is still open! As you can see, I will try any pairing at least once. There is also this prompt list

1.3k NSFW warning!

Neville dragged his feet down the generic hotel carpet after a long day at a conference on magical and muggle collaboration in environmentalism, which had been fascinating but also lasted about fourteen hours. Most of those were filled with seminars and speakers that droned on and done sometimes in technical terms he barely grasped.

He wasn't sure if there was much left of his mind that had not turned to custard yet.

Still, Neville had met his wife at the restaurant she'd picked and powered his way through a full tasting menu. Going by the the little skip in her step, the little jars of granola that the restaurant had given them to take with clinking in her hands she was happy. He had done his job.

If Hannah was happy it was worth the three espressos he'd knocked back between the last speaker and showing up for dinner and the freaking out over the heart palpitations that followed.

"I didn't think they'd get us a room this far up," Hannah remarked while they scanned the doors for their room number. "I don't think I've ever been on a thirty-second floor," she said with an excited giggle.

Neville smiled tiredly, grateful to see their room number come up. "Me neither, I don't think," he agreed, fumbling with the key card. That was a piece of muggle technology he could never quite figure out how to handle. And so, left it to the wife.

The door swung open and they were greeted with a room more spacious than he'd ever stayed in. "They really outdid themselves this time," he commented, tossing his coat over the luggage caddy and toeing his shoes off his feet.

"Is it normally not this nice?" Hannah asks as Neville helps her out of her coat, giving her a glance in the mirror and shaking his head. "And here I thought they were spoiling you every time," she smiled and turned to leave a pink lipstick mark at the corner of his lip.

For a moment, he considers leaving it before wiping it off with the cuff of his dress shirt. His fingers stilling when Hannah gasped. "Everything alright?" Neville asked, head whipping around to see if she was alright.

"You should come see the view!" Hannah called from further into the room, her face practically pressed against the glass in an adorable display of fascination.

Neville let out a low whistle, peering out over the bustling city below them, the rooftop party across the street, just a few stories below them, still in full swing. He leaned his arm against the window to look out over them, a tired smile on his face. “It’s lovely.”

“Yes, you are,” Hannah commented, and it almost flew right over his head. It might have if she had not looked at him the way she had with a slight tilt to her smile and her half-lidded eyes.

His cheeks flushed, throat bobbing in anticipation while he held up his hands. “I’m sorry love, I’m tired tonight,” he excused, his resolve almost immediately wavering when he noticed the disappointment that flashed across her face.

“Neville,” she pleaded, her lips pursing into a deliberate and deadly pout. “We’re in New York, we have this amazing view,” she motioned at the restless city below them before continuing, “When are we going to have a chance like this again?”

His eyes wandered back to the endless cars, the glowing billboards and the roaring party below. “It is quite the view,” he relented, his arms uncrossing from his chest.

Hannah hummed, the sound making his gaze wander back to her. “I think we ought to give them a view just as good in return,” she said, the sleeves of her dress slipped down her shoulders, exposing her slightly sunburned skin, freckles scattered across them like constellations.

All Neville could do was stare while it slipped down further, exposing the black lace bra, stretched over hardened nipples. It really was a sight to behold. Despite his fatigue, he could feel his trousers tightening. “Hannah,” he sighed with every morsel of disapproving he could muster.

The attempt at halting her made Hannah roll her eyes, moving along undeterred. She pushed the fabric down over her soft belly and her voluminous arse. His eyes followed its journey down to the floor. Her fingers drew his attention back up from her thighs, up to the matching lace knickers barely holding her wide hips.

They’d only just come back from a nine-course meal but Neville was suddenly starving again. He was completely entranced. “I know you’re tired, darling; Let me take care of you.”

One slow blink later, Hannah’s hands were on him, smoothing down the front of his shirt. His breath hitched when her fingers brushed along the front of his trousers. She cupped his erection, pressing her palm into him and Neville swore he saw stars. “We should-” he started, his head already muddled and the way she rubbed him through the fabric. “Bed?”

Hannah tutted, the smile on her face turning from sweet to positively devilish. “No, I think here is just fine,” she replied, her fingers tugging at his waistband and making him light-headed. “Relax, darling,” she encouraged, tugging at his trousers. “Take off your shirt, will you?”

He did not need to be told twice. Neville fumbled with the buttons, hastily popping them pe. Discarding it on the chair together with his vest. All just in time for Hannah to tug at the trousers. The fabric gave way for his cock to spring free, already hard and shamefully ready for her.

“Just relax now,” Hannah purred, her low, sultry tone making his cock twitch in anticipation.

Neville pushed aside the thought that she could probably undo him with little more than words and the way her hands brushed along his thighs. She only had to nudge him and he stepped back, feeling his arse press against the cold glass. His mind wandered for just a moment to the party across the street and how they would have a perfect view of what was going on if they bothered to look up.

Before that thought could go anywhere, his attention was yanked back to the moment by a hand wrapping around him. Neville’s eyes dropped to Hannah looking up at him, her pink lips pulled up into a smile. There was something about the look in her eyes that made him gulp.

“You look so beautiful,” Neville says, his words barely louder than a breath and he watches Hannah’s cheeks darken and her eyelashes flutter. “You don’t have to do this,” he reminds her.

She moves forward, licking a thick bead of cum off the tip while she rolled her eyes at him. “I want to.”

“I can see that,” he agreed with a groan when her lips brushed against his head and if he was going to say more, he could not remember. She moaned as she sank her mouth around his head, he could feel something hot and wet drip from her mouth and down his length to where her hand circled his base,

The sensation of her warm mouth moving over him made all the thoughts he might have had shattered before they could come to anything. The way her tongue pressed against him rendered him completely speechless.

Neville reached down, his fingers brushing along her hair, not quite daring to grab on. He just wanted more Hannah, to touch her, feel her, make sure that she knew he loved every second of this.

With the way the muscles of his stomach tightened and his pulse raced he was certain he wouldn’t last long. It was then that she swallowed around him and his vision went white. “Oh Merlin, Han-H-Han I…” Was all the warning he could give and he hoped that she could pull out in time.

Hannah, instead, pushed even closer and dug her nails into the back of his thighs when he came on her tongue.

#smut prompts #nevhanna #neville x hannah #neville longbottom #hannah abbott #Nena chaos tag

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disneymbti · 11 days ago

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Can I please ask for a mbti for Hannah Abbott (Harry Potter) please?

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope that you like this a lot!

Hannah Abbott's MBTI Type, Big Three, Enneagram Type and Moral Alignment Type

MBTI Type: ISFJ [The Defender]

ISFJ types need time alone to re-energize. They are self-sufficient, independent thinkers.

They are very observant and prefer to focus on the details of every situation. They listen to and follow past experience and present understandings.

Defenders prioritize the emotional needs of others. They make decisions based on what feels right, rather than what might make most logical sense.

They also prefer structure and organization, tending to follow rules and processes to an end goal. They are responsible and have a strong work ethic.

Big Three: Virgo Sun, Cancer Moon and Libra Rising

Virgo Sun: Governed by communication planet Mercury, Virgos are the thinkers of the zodiac. Virgos process information with diligence and use facts to solve problems.

Cancer Moon: The emotions of Cancer Moons have no limits, restraints, or depths. This is a cosmic placement that often leads to sweetness, kindness, emotional awareness and responsibility.

Libra Rising: Finding balance in life is essential for Libra risings, who prefer things to be even-keeled and civil.

Enneagram Type: 9w1 [The Negotiator]

Basic Fear: Nines with a one wing are afraid of being separated from the rest of the world and losing what matters to them.

Basic Desire: They desire peace, both internally and externally. Their type one wing encourages them to make their idealized, peaceful world a reality.

Negotiators defend themselves by participating heavily in routine to distract themselves and avoid negative emotions.

Moral Alignment Type: True Neutral [The Balanced]

These characters believe in balance and avoid taking sides. They don’t take moral or ethical stances, but assess situations pragmatically.

#disneymbti #harry potter #hannah abbott #mbti types #isfj #astrology #zodiac signs #virgo sun #cancer moon #libra rising #enneagram types #9w1 #the negotiator #moral alignment types #true neutral #the balanced

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nightingale2004 · 7 months ago

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Harry Potter next generation: Neville Longbottom x Luna Lovegood vers.

Franklin 'Frank/Frankie' Neville Lovegood- Longbottom ii

Faceclaim: Charlie Gillespie

Franklin is the first child and only son of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott. He is also the big brother of Alice

He is also the stepson of Luna Lovegood and the older stepbrother of the Lovegood twins

When Frank and Alice were kids, they both heard their parents arguing one night. The next day, their mother Hannah left, and they barely ever saw her.

After that, Neville raised Frank and Alice by himself for a couple of years until he got remarried to Luna Lovegood when Frank was 10, Alice was 9, and the twins were 7

Prefers to be called Frank or Frankie

He is a Hufflepuff

He is very down to earth and is big nature lover

Loves herbology and plants.

He is secretly a potion master

He is the voice of reason for both his friends and family

He loves hiking, rock climbing, and camping.

When he first met Luna, he was very shy and didn't like her at first, but when they got to know each other, Frank became incredibly attached and loved Luna more than his dad

Neville never spoke bad about Hannah to both his children and would only tell them the good things about their mother

Frank would sometimes miss his mom, but he loves his new mom Luna much more and loves his new brothers

He wants to live in the forest in a cabin after he graduates

He's the Hufflepuff quidditch commenter at Hogwarts. He also plays Beater on the team

His patronus would be an Otter

Loves chocolate and any kind of sweets

The Weasley's love Frank and his family and see them as their own

Frankie loves his dad but doesn't say it a lot but he does show it

His love language is more action than words

He would always (and i do mean ALWAYS) bail James and his family out of trouble at Hogwarts

Frank is crazy good at photography

Frank is also good at wood craft, wood carving, and woodworking

Has a major crush on Sidra, and everyone (except Sidra) knows about it

He looks more like his dad with a hint of his mom

He loves having his dad as a teacher at Hogwarts along with Harry as a DADA professor

Frank is thinking of becoming either a healer, potion master or photographer

Frank, James, and Freddie are very close, like brothers, and often talk to each other and plan pranks together. They are also thinking of becoming a band

Gets l o st in the woods.......a lot

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Alice Augusta Lovegood-Longbottom ii

Faceclaim: Ruby Cruz

Alice is the daughter of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott

She is also the younger sister of Franklin, the stepsister of the twins Lorcan and Lysander, and the stepdaughter of Luna Lovegood

She is a Ravenclaw

Before she was sorted, the hat had a debate with her being either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but he landed on Ravenclaw

Her favorite classes are transfiguration, divination, astronomy, arithmancy, and care for magical creatures

She loves a clear night sky so that way she can see all the stars

She knows all the constellations by heart and even makes up her own game where she renamed all the constellations

She is a daddy's girl and loves her father very much

Loved Luna the moment she first met her

If she ever got lost, she could find her way back just by looking at the starry sky

She is a HUGE animal lover, but she loves dogs more

Has a MAJOR fear of heights

She loves getting piggyback rides, especially from her brother (she jumps on his back all the time)

She hates her mom for leaving them, but she eventually forgave her for leaving and set herself free from her anger

Her patronus is a koala

She looks more like her mom with a mix of her dad

Alice has a water phobia due to one time when her whole family went sailing and she fell overboard and almost drowned

Also, the Lovegood-Longbottom family has a new edition whose name is Pandora Maryjane Lovegood-Longbottom and they all love her very much

She is a ride or die for her family and friends

Alice made friends with a centaur when she was out in the forbidden forest. She is now friends with the whole herd, and she does her best to be respectful to them and their customs and traditions

She is also really good at art. She loves painting, sketching, sculpting, and even jewelry making

She loves making jewelry and items from random materials she finds

She and Louis are art buddies

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Lysander Xenophilius Lovegood-Longbottom

Faceclaim: Dylan Sprouse

Lysander is the first son of Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander.

He is also the older twin to his brother Lorcan, stepson of Neville Longbottom and stepbrother to Frank and Alice Longbottom

He is also the half-brother of Pandora Maryjane Lovegood-Longbottom

Lysander is a Hufflepuff and proud

Lysander likes to be called Lys or Sander for short

When he and Lorcan were babies, his mom and dad were always arguing, and it got worse as the twins got older

Rolf and Luna tried to hide it from the twins, but Lysander would notice it and try to shield his brother from the arguments

It wasn't until the twins were 5 that their parents divorced

The twins have known the Longbottoms before their parents got together, and the twins, especially Lysander, loved them like family

Lysander is the older twin between him and Lorcan

He will say what's on his mind (most of the time is unintentional)

Will not hesitate to punch the daylights out of someone for bullying his family or any of his friends

He and Lorcan are very close, and Lys would never let an argument get between him and his brother

When Neville first started getting together with his mom, he was cautious and would pretend he didn't like him, but he liked him immediately since he made his mom happy

Despite his parents' divorce, Lysander still loves his father, and both him and Lorcan go to visit him when they can

Lys and Frank bond over plants since they both love herbology

Wants to travel the world studying unique plants and what they can or can't do

Lys is very competitive and is on the Hufflepuff quidditch team as a chaser and a beater

He loves his mom very much and is a total mama's boy

Knows how to bake

His patronus is a llama

He is more of a 'Do first, ask questions later' type of guy

Loves babysitting Pandora and calls her Pan, Panda, or Dora

Likes the Potters

He loves trying new things and new activities

Will smuggle items, no questions asked

Looks more like his father and grandfather Newt, but he does have his mother's smile and her eyes

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Lorcan Newton Lovegood-Longbottom

Faceclaim: Cole Sprouse

The second son and child, Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander

He is also the younger twin of Lysander and the stepson of Neville Longbottom and the stepbrother of Frank and Alice Longbottom and the half-brother of Pandora Maryjane Lovegood-Longbottom

Lorcan is a Ravenclaw like his mom

Lorcan looks like his brother except with more of his mother's features showing

Lorcan is more of an animal lover than his twin brother

He loves care for magical creatures and studying all types of magical creatures in the Wizarding world

Lorcan also loves studying about muggle animals and loves learning about how different muggle animals are from magical animals

His patronus is an alpaca

He and his mother are making an animal sanctuary

Lorcan is more a father's son, but he also loves his grandfather, Newt, and has read 'Fantastic beasts and where to find them' cover to cover about a thousand times

But he loves his mother even more and Neville as well

He supports Lucy and Charles Weasley's petition for Dragon games

When he and Lysander were babies, they both had platinum blonde hair, but as they grew older, both their hair became darker, which is what separated their appearance

He knows he's a weirdo but he likes it

He loves all his subjects except for potions

Lorcan and Alice love reading books together in complete silence

Lorcan and Hugo love talking to each other about divination and about his seer sight (Hugo told lorcan about it)

At the start of the new blended Lovegood-Longbottom family, it was awkward for Lorcan until later where he and Neville started getting along

Lorcan considers Lysander his best friend in the whole world despite their differences, and they both know they got each other's back

Like Rolf, Lorcan has a creative writing flame and writes in the school paper, and he even made his own blog where he tries to bring awareness to a lot of topics

Loves the Weasley Potter family

He is more of a thinker than his twin

Loves Pandora and will always find ways to make her smile

Lorcan and Scorpius are also very close, and like everyone else, he finds Sidra intimidating

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