#L: The Leaky Cauldron

[theenchantedecho]

Love Potions, Lunar Longings, and Scandalous Engagements: The Enchanting Love Life of Remus Lupin

Is Remus Lupin Entangled in a Magical Love Triangle with a Potion-Making Witch and Sirius Black?

Dearest readers, prepare your Quick-Quotes Quills, for today we're diving into a love story as spellbinding as the most potent Amortentia! Our ever-mysterious Remus Lupin appears to be entangled in a magical love triangle with an enchanting potion-making witch and none other than Sirius Black! Can you believe it?

A Love Potion, or True Love's Spell?

Our eyewitness account, from a Hogsmeade resident who prefers to remain anonymous (we'll call them "Madam Moonlight"), places our magical couple—Remus and the beguiling potion-maker—enjoying a romantic moonlit stroll near the Shrieking Shack. "It was like something out of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Love Stories," Madam Moonlight said. "There they were, hand in hand, sharing soft whispers and laughter, as if they had known each other forever." If this doesn't have you reaching for your Extendable Ears, we don't know what will!

But wait, there's more! A well-respected wizard and potions enthusiast, who asked to be called "Potion Pete," shared his thoughts on the bewitching couple: "That witch is renowned for her talents in potion-making. I've seen her whip up a batch of amortentia in mere minutes! Could it be that Remus has fallen under her spell, or is it true love?"

From Marauders to Mates: The Padfoot and Moony Conspiracy

As if that's not intriguing enough, it seems that Remus's romantic life may be even more complex than we first thought! You might remember Remus and Sirius as two of the infamous Marauders from their Hogwarts days. These partners in crime were inseparable, always up to some mischief or another. But could their friendship have blossomed into something more magical? Our sources suggest that it just might be possible!

A fellow patron at the Leaky Cauldron, who wishes to remain anonymous (let's call them "Tipsy Tom"), overheard a rather intriguing conversation: "I saw them at the bar, looking quite cosy. They were talking in hushed tones, and Remus had the most brilliant smile on his face. Then Sirius whispered something, and they both burst into laughter. I couldn't help but notice a shiny ring on Remus's finger. Could it be...?"

An old friend of the pair, who prefers to go by the name "Moony's Mate," shared an anecdote that's sure to pique your interest: "I've known them both for ages, and I've always thought they'd make a perfect match. I remember this one time at Hogwarts when Sirius pranked Remus by transfiguring his quill into a lovebird. Remus was fuming at first, but then they both laughed it off, and Sirius's eyes were positively twinkling. I knew then that their bond was something special."

Mysterious Letters and Whispers at the Ministry

Adding fuel to the fire, a source from within the Ministry of Magic (going by the pseudonym "Ministry Mole") came forward with a juicy piece of information: "I've seen Remus and Sirius exchanging letters with the most exquisite and intricate handwriting. I couldn't help but notice the scent of freshly picked roses wafting from the parchment. If that doesn't scream 'love,' I don't know what does!"

Love Triangle, or Brewing Cauldron of Scandal?

So, dear readers, is our enigmatic Remus Lupin caught in a whirlwind love triangle, or are these simply tantalizing tales spun by gossip-loving wizards and witches? We can't say for certain, but one thing is clear: Remus's love life is currently as mysterious and thrilling as the most captivating novel in Flourish and Blotts!

A Hogwarts professor, who requested anonymity (we'll dub them "Professor Puzzled"), mused on the situation: "While I taught both Remus and Sirius, I can't say I ever noticed any romantic sparks. But love does have a funny way of sneaking up on people, doesn't it? As for the potion-making witch, she's certainly enchanting. I wouldn't be surprised if she's captured Remus's heart—or perhaps it's the other way around?"

As always, take these tantalising tidbits with a pinch of Floo powder. While we strive to bring you the most accurate gossip and rumours, remember that not all whispers can be verified. So, keep your Extendable Ears at the ready, and stay tuned for more updates on this enchanting love story!

In the meantime, we encourage you to submit your own stories, rumours, and sightings. Who knows? Your magical tale might just be the next big headline in "The Enchanted Echo"! Until then, we'll be waiting with bated breath to see how this captivating tale of love potions, lunar longings, and scandalous engagements unfolds. Will Remus Lupin choose the beguiling potion-maker, or will his heart belong to Sirius Black? The wizarding world is simply abuzz with anticipation!

@swearwolfremuslupin @afracturedstar

[magical-reid]

The Joke's on Us

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Genre: fluff

Content warnings: none?

Word count: 2.3k

The air in Diagon Alley was brisk, a remnant of autumn’s grip before winter claimed it fully. Fred Weasley stood at the entrance of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, grinning broadly at the stream of witches and wizards entering their shop. Business had been booming since they opened the shop, and he and George couldn’t have been prouder.

But tonight wasn’t about Puking Pastilles or Extendable Ears. Fred had his sights set on something—or rather, someone—else entirely.

Y/N Y/L/N.

She had been their friend since Hogwarts, though Fred had always known his feelings for her extended beyond mere friendship. She’d been a year behind them in school, a Ravenclaw who managed to balance being book-smart with a mischievous streak that rivaled even the Weasley twins. Fred had noticed her laugh first—bright, unrestrained, the kind that echoed in his chest and refused to leave.

Now, as adults, they’d grown closer. Y/N worked for Flourish and Blotts, managing the rare books section, and often popped by the joke shop after her shifts to unwind.

Tonight was no different.

Fred spotted her easily as she navigated the crowded street, her brown hair loose and catching the faint glow of the shop’s enchanted lights. Her eyes darted around, scanning for him, and his heart did an embarrassingly Gryffindor-esque leap in his chest.

“Y/N!” Fred called, waving her over. She smiled in relief and quickened her pace.

“Fred, thank Merlin,” she said breathlessly, stepping into the shop and out of the chill. She glanced around at the shelves of colorful chaos, then back to him. “You’re my last hope. Please tell me you’ll help.”

Fred’s grin faltered. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand through her hair. “Adrian Pucey. That’s what’s wrong.”

Fred stiffened at the name. Pucey had been a Slytherin a few years below him and George—a smug git who had grown into an even smugger man. He’d apparently decided Y/N was his latest conquest and had been making her life miserable for weeks now.

“Has he been bothering you again?” Fred asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Y/N nodded, her eyes flashing with irritation. “He won’t take no for an answer. He keeps showing up at the bookshop, sending me owls—yesterday, he cornered me in the Leaky Cauldron during my lunch break.” She shuddered. “He’s relentless. I don’t know what else to do.”

Fred’s jaw clenched. He hated the thought of her being harassed, especially by someone like Pucey. “What do you need? Name it, and I’ll make it happen.”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “I was thinking…maybe you could pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for a little while. Pucey might back off if he thinks I’m taken.”

Fred’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. He forced himself to stay calm, though inside, his thoughts were a cacophony of disbelief and hope. Pretend to be her boyfriend? He’d been wanting to be her real boyfriend for years.

“Of course,” he said, keeping his tone casual. “Happy to help. Let’s make Pucey regret ever looking your way.”

Y/N’s shoulders sagged in relief, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “Thank you, Fred. I owe you one.”

Fred gave her a lopsided grin, ignoring the warmth spreading through his chest at her touch. “No, you don’t. But I will expect you to play along convincingly. No half-arsing it, Y/L/N.”

Y/N laughed, the sound lighting up the dim corners of his heart. “Don’t worry, Weasley. I’ll sell it.”

The plan went into motion the very next day.

Y/N had arranged to meet Pucey for coffee—a ruse to confront him once and for all about his behavior. Fred, naturally, insisted on coming along.

As they approached the café in Hogsmeade, Y/N slipped her hand into Fred’s. It was a small, almost absent-minded gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He glanced down at her, but she was focused ahead, her expression determined.

Inside, Pucey was already seated, his polished robes and slicked-back hair a stark contrast to Fred’s more casual style. The Slytherin’s smirk faded when he saw them enter hand in hand.

“Adrian,” Y/N said briskly as they approached the table. “This is Fred. My boyfriend.”

Fred couldn’t help but grin at the way Pucey’s face darkened. “Evening, Pucey,” he said cheerfully, sliding an arm around the girls waist. “Hope we’re not interrupting.”

Pucey’s gaze flicked between them, his smile brittle. “Didn’t realize you were seeing anyone, Y/N.”

“Well, now you do,” she said, her tone firm. “And I’d appreciate it if you stopped…whatever this is you’ve been doing. It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Fred tightened his grip on her waist, silently daring Pucey to argue.

Pucey’s eyes narrowed. “This is a joke, right? Weasley’s your boyfriend?”

Fred’s grin widened. “Don’t sound so surprised, mate. I’m a catch.”

Y/N bit back a laugh, but Pucey didn’t share her amusement. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“This isn’t over,” he said, glaring at the girl before storming out of the café.

Fred felt Y/N relax against him, and he looked down to find her smiling. “Well,” she said, “that went better than expected.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “Better? He looked ready to hex me.”

“He won’t,” she said confidently. “Not with all these witnesses.”

He chuckled, but his amusement faded as he realized their plan might not have worked as well as she thought. Pucey didn’t seem like the type to give up so easily.

Still, he pushed the thought aside and focused on the present. “Come on,” he said, tugging her toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before he changes his mind.”

Over the next few days, Fred and Y/N continued their charade. They held hands in public, exchanged exaggerated smiles and whispers, and even staged a kiss in front of the joke shop when they spotted Pucey lurking nearby.

But the more time Fred spent pretending to be Y/N’s boyfriend, the harder it became to separate pretense from reality.

He loved the way her face lit up when she laughed, the way she wrinkled her nose when she was thinking, the way she trusted him completely. He loved her, plain and simple.

And it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it.

One evening, after a particularly long day at the shop, Fred invited her up to the flat above the store for a drink. She accepted eagerly, collapsing onto the worn sofa with a sigh of relief.

“Long day?” Fred asked, handing her a glass of wine.

“Understatement,” she said, taking a sip. “Some bloke spilled ink all over a first edition of Fantastic Beasts. I nearly cried.”

Fred winced. “Tragic. Though I imagine you set him straight.”

“Oh, he won’t be making that mistake again,” she said with a wicked grin.

Fred laughed, settling beside her. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the kind that only came with years of friendship.

After a moment, she turned to him, her expression serious. “Fred…thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Fred met her gaze, his heart pounding. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.”

Her eyes softened, and for a moment, Fred thought he saw something more than gratitude in her expression. But before he could say anything, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Fred,” she said, standing and heading for the door.

Fred watched her go, his cheek still tingling from her kiss. He knew he couldn’t keep pretending much longer.

It was time to tell Y/N how he really felt.

——

Fred didn’t sleep that night.

He lay on the worn sofa in the flat above the shop, staring at the ceiling as the minutes turned into hours. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Y/N—her eyes, her soft smile, the way she’d kissed his cheek before walking away.

He needed to tell her how he felt.

But what if it ruined everything? What if she didn’t feel the same way? They’d been friends for years—he couldn’t bear to lose her because he’d let his heart get ahead of him.

Still, the thought of watching her fall for someone else—watching her go back to her life once their fake relationship was over—was worse.

By the time the sun rose, Fred had made his decision.

Y/N, meanwhile, was having a morning of her own.

She’d been awake since dawn, pacing her small flat above Flourish and Blotts, replaying the past few days over and over in her head.

At first, the plan to fake-date Fred had seemed like a brilliant solution. Pucey had mostly backed off, and the sense of safety she felt around Fred was priceless.

But somewhere along the way, something had shifted.

Fred wasn’t just her funny, reckless best friend anymore. He was the man who held her hand like it meant something. The man who kissed her on the forehead when they were “pretending” for Pucey’s benefit, only to linger a moment longer than necessary. The man whose laugh made her stomach flutter in ways she couldn’t ignore.

The truth hit her like a Bludger to the chest.

She was falling for him.

Y/N groaned and buried her face in her hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Fred was just helping her out. He didn’t really want to be with her.

Did he?

That afternoon, Fred found Y/N at the bookshop.

She was kneeling behind the counter, sorting through a stack of new arrivals, and didn’t notice him at first. He took a moment to admire the way her hair fell in loose waves around her face, the way she bit her lip in concentration.

“Oi, Y/L/N,” he called, leaning casually against the counter.

Y/N looked up, startled, then smiled when she saw him. “Fred! What brings you here?”

Fred grinned. “Can’t a bloke visit his fake girlfriend without an ulterior motive?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t falter. “I suppose. Though I doubt you’re here to browse rare books.”

“Caught me,” Fred admitted. He hesitated, suddenly nervous. “Actually, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”

Her smile wavered. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Fred said quickly. “Just…come with me?”

Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued, and followed him out of the shop. Fred led her to a quiet corner of Diagon Alley, far from the bustling crowds.

Once they were alone, Fred turned to face her, his expression more serious than she’d ever seen it.

“Fred, you’re starting to worry me,” She said, her green eyes searching his face.

Fred took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking about us. About this whole…fake relationship thing.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “What about it?”

Fred ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I agreed to this because I wanted to help you. And I don’t regret it—not for a second. But…”

“But what?” She prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Fred met her gaze, his brown eyes earnest. “I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Y/N blinked, her mind racing. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend,” Fred said, stepping closer. “I want to be your real one. I’ve wanted that for ages, Y/N. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “Fred…”

“I know this might come as a shock,” Fred continued, his voice rushing now. “And I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way. But I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep pretending, not when—”

Y/N cut him off by pressing her lips to his.

Fred froze for a split second before kissing her back, his arms wrapping around her like she might vanish if he let go. The world seemed to fall away, leaving nothing but the two of them in that quiet corner of Diagon Alley.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N was breathless, her cheeks flushed.

“I’ve been falling for you too, Fred,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Fred’s grin was so wide it could have rivaled the shop’s flashing neon signs. “Are you kidding? I’ve been in love with you since Hogwarts.”

She laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained. “Well, you took your time telling me.”

“Better late than never,” Fred said, pulling her close again.

Their relationship shifted after that, but in the best possible way.

Fred still made her laugh until her sides ached, still teased her mercilessly about her love of books and her habit of muttering to herself when she was nervous. But now there were stolen kisses in the stockroom, late-night cuddles on the sofa, and whispered promises of forever.

As for Pucey, he didn’t stand a chance.

The next time he approached her at the Leaky Cauldron, Fred was by her side, his arm draped possessively around her shoulders.

“Pucey,” Fred said cheerfully, his grin bordering on dangerous. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Pucey glared at him, then at Y/N. “So it’s true, then? You’re really with him?”

She smiled sweetly, leaning into Fred. “Yes, Adrian. I’m really with him. So if you’ll excuse us…”

Fred smirked as Y/N grabbed his hand and led him away, leaving Pucey fuming in their wake.

“That was brilliant,” Fred said once they were outside.

Y/N grinned up at him. “Well, I did have an excellent fake boyfriend to practice with.”

Fred laughed, spinning her around before kissing her soundly.

“You’re stuck with me now, Y/L/N,” he said when they broke apart.

“Good,” Y/N replied, her eyes shining. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[msfantasy]

Unbecoming

Summary: Anne is off travelling, while Sebastian is kept busy completing missions assigned by the ministry. Leaving Y/n to care for Feldcroft in their absence.

Warning: Sexual themes, swearing.

Sebastian x Reader

Sebastian trudges back to Feldcroft from his long exhausting and stressful week completing the mission the Ministry had assigned to him. Due to Sebastians excellent work, he was able to complete the mission 3 weeks ahead of schedule.

Sebastian was elated to complete his work early, earning himself a vacation in the process. There was just one irritation that scratched at him as he looked towards Feldcroft.

It was the fact that Y/n L/n was sitting in his favourite wooden lawn chair. She sits comfortably leaning back reading the Daily Prophet, tight clothes leaving little to the imagination, her leg kicked over the arm rest, a towel wrapped around her hair, with a cigarette hanging delicately from her lips.

Dear Merlin, what was Anne's brat of a friend doing in his beloved sanctuary. Walking up behind her, his voice booms.

"Why are you here? Where is Anne?And why are you prancing my property looking like that?" Sebastian spits in rapid fire. Y/n shuttered in surprise at his sudden appearance.

"Oh? I thought you weren't meant to be back for another 3 weeks." Y/n answers tilting her head towards Sebastian with little effort. He continues to stare down at her barely clothes form in irritation.

"Answer my questions." He demands, making Y/n throw her papers in irritation.

"Oh hi Y/n, lovely to see you again." Y/n says acting as Sebastian. "Why hello Sebastian, it is wonderful to see you as well. You might be wondering why I am here, it's because Anne left in a hurry when the Romanian Ministry recalled her back. Anne left me in charge until you have arrived back in 3 weeks time." Y/n switches back to Sebastians grumbly voice. "Thank you dearly for your assistance. Might I add how radiant you look." Y/n playfully slaps Sebastians arm. "Oh why thank you Sebastian - you naughty boy." She says with a wink walking back to the house.

"Thank you for you help Y/n - truely kind. Now get out." He says following in pursuit. Y/n's eyes go wide at the abrupt kicking.

"Seb - I cannot leave so suddenly." Sebastian walks through straight to the guest room where Y/n's belongings are placed away, he pulls out her bags to help her pack and leave.

"Yes you can- the leaky cauldron is not far from here." He says coldly. Panic rises within the intruding girl.

"They have no vacancies!" She rushes to her bags, and putting them away. A frustrated groan passes Sebastians lips.

"Why must you be here longer? You were leaving in 3 weeks anyway." Y/n slumps on the bed.

"If you must know Sebastian." She spits with a side eye at his typical rudeness. "Phineas has been following me around town, declaring his hideous undying love for me as per usual. Only now the towns people are shaming me for 'leading him on' and that I should just 'take the sad chap out of his misery' and return his affections. I mean isn't that insane! I just need a break from them." She pleads looking up at a stunned Sebastian.

"Aren't you - aren't you already in a romantic relationship with Phineas?" He mutters quitely. Horror crosses her face.

"Ew Merlin no! What makes you think that?!" Sebastian becomes sheepish at the realisation.

"It's just ... in our final year after we..." He looks off refusing eye contact. "Spent the night together. Phineas was bragging in the common room on how you two kissed earlier that very night and begging for him, and that you two were officially going steady..." He looks back at her blank face.

"All of these years we could've been together. We weren't. Because you believed pants of fire Phineas?" She asked blankly, a blush crossed Sebastians face.

"Well how was i suppose to know? You two were always together and he said-" An angry voice cuts him off.

"We were always together because the stupid prick would follow me everywhere like an unwanted cockroach!" She says dismissively. "Sebastian- do you understand how much love I had for you, do you know the heart break you put me through when you acted cold towards me the very next day?!" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, lips sealed shut refusing to speak another word.

Sebastian pulls you in gently as your face plants right into his comforting chest. "I'm sorry - I'm stupid." She huffs an agreement. "I thought my affections were not returned. I was so heart broken. I hated how my feelings for you never left. But now its all too late, and I could've been with you - had i just talked to you." She looks up from his chest.

"It'll make me feel better if you kiss me." She says shyly. He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her lips, as if she would evaporate in his arms. "Again?" He turns his head and plants another gentle kiss. "Kiss me like you did that night?" He places his fingers behind her neck, rubbing his thumb along her jaw he presses his lips to her. She opens her mouth slipping her tongue in his mouth making him sigh in relief at the connection. Her nails drag down the back of his neck making him arch into her body.

She presses harder against him feeling his excitement. She breaks away from his mouth kissing down his neck to find that sweet spot she found all those years ago, he groans in satisfaction.

"I often think about having you again-" He claims as she trails her kisses down his torso. "More times than I care to count."

She places another kiss on his lips. "We only have 3 weeks until Anne returns. You have many years to make up for." She grins pressing harder into him.

[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 4: The Mistake?

I didn't stop running until I arrived at the common room. My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I kissed Snape, how could I be so stupid, why in Godric's name would I do such a thing. I chastised myself as I paced around the empty common room, grateful at that moment that everyone was finishing dinner in the Great Hall. “Please Edwin, hurry. I need you to talk me through this.” I whispered to myself, still pacing back and forth. As if I summoned him, Edwin came through the portrait hole, his face fell when he saw my frantic state and he rushed over to me. “What's happened?” He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. “I am going to be expelled. I am going to be expelled, and I am going to be scrubbing the loo’s and the Leaky Cauldron for the rest of my life.” I mumbled into my best friend's chest. “What are you talking about?” Edwin pulled me gently away from him by my shoulders. I looked around the room, “I can't tell you here, the portraits hear everything.” Edwin grimaced “That bad aye?” I nodded and grabbed his hand. “Come on, we can go to the library.”

I led Edwin through the corridors to the library, being extremely careful to avoid places I thought Snape would be lurking. Once we entered the safety of the library, we walked to an empty table in a dark corner and sat down. “Okay, what is it?” Edwin asked, with just a twinge of impatience in his voice. “I kissed Snape.” I whispered and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. “You did what?” He asked, his voice carrying a bit and I scrambled my body across the table to cover his mouth with my hand. “Shhh, you big oaf! This is not something I want the whole school to know!” I whispered firmly, he nodded and I moved my palm away from his mouth. “How did that even happen?” He asked, his voice thankfully was much lower.

“He offered me some wine and we started talking and then it just sort of happened.” Edwin stared at me incredulously as I spoke. “Well… What are you going to do Rora? You can’t avoid him…Believe me, I tried my third year, he is everywhere.” I took a deep breath, “I am probably going to be expelled when he tells McGonagall.” Edwin pursed his lips “Why would he tell McGonagall? It makes him look just as bad for inviting you to have a drink with him. Besides, you left out a key factor in this whole thing.” I raised my eyebrow at my best friend, “And what's that?” Edwin smirked at me “Did he stop you or did you realize what you were doing and stop yourself?” I thought about it for a second and my jaw dropped. “Me… it was me. I-I came to my senses and pulled away from him and ran out of the room.” Edwin laughed “You ran?” I cut my eyes at him “Of course I ran! What exactly would you have recommended?” I whispered/yelled at him and he had the nerve to laugh again. “Well…I could think of a few things, but you’re like my sister and that is disgusting to picture.” I stood up “And that is where I leave.” Edwin stood too, walking around the table, locking his arm with mine. “I’m just trying to lighten your mood, just go to class tomorrow morning and act like nothing happened.” I scoffed and we began walking out of the library, towards our dorms. “Or, I can skip class and tell Madam Pomfrey I have a stomach ache.” Edwin chuckled silently “You still have assistant duties.” I shook my head “I will just quit school and work at a pub.” I held on to Edwins arm tightly as we walked through the dark corridors, I made sure to keep my eye out for Snape but luckily, he was nowhere to be found.

***The Next Morning***

After I put my robes on, I sat on the edge of my bed contemplating my decision for the day while my dorm mates scurried around the room doing their hair, make-up or tending to their outfits. They were all working extra hard to impress the Durmstrang boys that were walking around the school this year. While I was trying to figure out how I was going to avoid the teacher I snogged last night. After a solid ten minutes of sitting with my face in my hands, I decided to go to class and act like nothing happened. I stood up and confidently tied my long brown hair into a ponytail and secured it with a garnet ribbon, adjusting my robes in the full-length mirror one last time before I walked out of the room and met Edwin at the entrance to our common room.

I made sure Edwin and I were the last to enter the classroom, and luckily for us there were two seats available at the table in the very back. My goal was to avoid eye contact and to be as far away from Snape as possible, and at the present moment I was succeeding.

When Snape entered the classroom my gaze shifted to my notebook, scribbling notes as he spoke. Edwin nudged me “Just leave as soon as class is over, I will meet you at the top of the staircase.” He whispered and I nodded. I began packing my things 2 minutes before the bell sounded, and once it finally rang I bolted from the classroom, running up the staircase as fast as my feet could take me, and leaving Edwin behind like we planned. When I arrived at the top, I leaned against the cold bricks across the way from the staircase landing, waiting for Edwin and catching my breath.

About five minutes later, Edwin emerged from the dark stairwell and grimaced at me “He wants to see you.” He said once he made his way over to me. My blood ran cold, “He stopped you?” I asked and he nodded. “Said that he needed to speak with you and I should inform you to return to his classroom immediately, otherwise he would give you detention.” I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples "Are you going to go back?" Edwin asked and I shook my head "No, he can just give me detention, it would probably be with Filch or Moody anyway." Edwin shrugged, "What kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?" He asked, his voice a bit more serious than I would have liked, I glared at him in response before walking towards the DADA classroom.

*** A Few Hours Later***

After a day of successfully avoiding Snape, I sat on the sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room, re-reading my DADA essay. Everyone was at dinner and Edwin offered to bring me food when I told him that I would not be attending dinner for obvious reasons. I was expecting another hour of peace before everyone returned but that was ruined when Edwin came through the portrait hole, the look of utter terror plastered on his face. I sat up quickly, “What’s wrong?” I asked, he didn't respond, he just pointed at the entrance to the room and said the word that made my heart stop. “S-Snape.” I stood, clutching my dressing gown to my body “Is he out there?” Edwin nodded slowly "He was…" Edwin whispered. “Why are you pale? Did he threaten you?” my best friend gulped in response and nodded again “Y-you need to go to the d-dungeons… now.” I looked at my pale, wide eyed, shaking best friend and snarled “Fine, If he wants to see me so badly… I will go.” Edwin took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa beside my long forgotten essay. I hurried up the stone stairs to change back into my robes before making my way out of the portrait hole and down to the dungeons.

[dramioneasks]

Valentine’s Day Fics (2023):

Not a Valentine's Date Night by WritexAboutxMe - E, one-shot - The one where Draco attends the Leaky Cauldron's Not a Valentine's Date Night event. His expectations are low until he sees Hermione Granger alone at the bar.

A secret lover in valentine day by Bettywounderland - G, WIP - For three years on Valentine's Day, a stranger sends to Hermione Granger lilies , an apology letter and gifts Hermion finally decides that she should know this secret admirer l, she didn’t expect that this person has secrets and feelings towards her and he is Draco Malfoy !!

Valentine's Day by That_One_Star - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy loves his girlfriend. Really that's what got him into this mess in the first place, but at least there's the fact that she loves him too.

Tainted Love by cleotheo - T, WIP - Ginny Weasley has been in love with Harry Potter for as long as she could remember. Taking desperate measures to grab Harry's attention, Ginny enacts a plan to get what she wants for Valentine's Day. However, when her plan goes awry and other people are dragged into her schemes it looks like Valentine's Day will be a one to remember for all the wrong reasons.

Lovers Rock by katwrites15 - M, 3 chapters - It had been years since Hermione had seen Malfoy. She had almost forgotten that he existed. Almost. Running into each other at a mutual friend's Valentine-themed birthday is the perfect place to catch up, right? AU, all the usuals in their mid-20s. Smut, with some plot. (cross publish on ao3)

Draco's Grand Romantic Gesture and a Chain of Calamitous Confusion by stacygenesis - M, one-shot - A Valentine's Day one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Mastermind, where everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Draco has planned a grand romantic gesture to tell Granger how he feels. Even with the help Theo Nott, and Theo's eager-to-help girlfriend, Luna—Draco could never have prepared for the chain of calamitous confusion that was about to ensue.

Valentines Chocolate and Silver Chains by 1Artic_arsenic - M, WIP - A ball is to be held in honor of the muggle holiday St. Valentines Day to promote unity for Hogwarts. Along with the ball students are also tasked with an assignment from the muggle studies professor. Regardless of house, all sixth and fifth years will be paired with one another and required to find the perfect gift for each other to be presented night of the St. Valentines day ball.

To Be Loved by uzumakibrat - G, WIP - it's the season of love. happy valentine's day. ♡a dramione valentine's day one shot pack because if I do anything, it's write sporadically and make it on brand with the season.

My Lady by katie-krum - M, one-shot - Valentine's Day Short story. Married Dramione

my body, my heart, my all by Arveldis - M, one-shot -  “You’re fortunate I even took a chance on you, you know,” Hermione said, licking chocolate from her fingers as she set the chocolate-dipped strawberries out to dry.It was her tradition each Valentine’s Day to remind Draco of how lucky he was. And he, to his credit, always happily indulged her.

stolen kisses by iam0kaywiththis - E, one-shot - Like a thief in the night he stowed away all evidence of her kisses. It was about time she gave some to him freely.

Magic On Valentine's Day by fiorentinasara - M, one-shot - This One shot participates in the Valentine's Day contest held by the telegram group Miraculous Fanfiction is an unpretentious story is about Draco and Hermione after the magical war

hypothetically, yes by eveningstruggle - E, WIP - “Malfoy.” She pushed her frames up higher on her face. “I’ve objectively analyzed the situation—“ “What situation?” “Our situation, and—“ “What is our situation?” “The state of our relationship.” “Which is what, exactly?” “—and I’ve determined that you and I should date.”OR: Hermione uses science to convince Draco Malfoy to date her. He's not interested.

The Perfect Match by slytherindiaries - M, 3 chapters - The Hogwarts event committee has created a compatibility quiz for Valentine's Day to find everyone their perfect match. What happens when, on paper, Hermione finds out her perfect match is none other than Draco Malfoy?

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (We'll find each other every time) by suspiciouslyblue - not rated, WIP - Draco Malfoy meets a peculiar girl on a spontaneous one-day trip to the beach on Valentine's Day. She hums a tune all too familiar.(OR Draco and Hermione had each other magically erased from their memory after their relationship went sour, but turns out they're meant to be together, or something)based on the movie of the same name

A Looney Bird Told Me by CarrieMaxwell - G, one-shot - A Boil & Bubble Valentine's Special

love in an elevator by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - A few weeks after their initial break up with each other, Hermione Granger bumps into Draco Malfoy and the love she still holds for him comes flooding back. Draco doesn't know how to approach things and invites Hermione to dinner to talk through everything. Over the fancy dinner, Draco explains that he wants to take Hermione to be his submissive mate, but he is willing to negotiate with her on her terms. Hermione states that she wants him not to inflict his dominant desires upon her, and he agrees. Eventually, they renewed their relationship and started having kinky sex with each other again.Inspired by the 2017 film, Fifty Shades Darker

Our Last Valentines Day by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Elderly and terminally ill Hermione Granger-Malfoy spends one last Valentines Day with her husband, Draco.

pick your poison by ellieauthor - E, one-shot - “I believe," he says, "that the handbook also requires a specific script be used when welcoming customers.”She turns, homicide in her manufactured smile, to face the customer on the other side of the counter. “Welcome to the Apothecary, the home of the magic latte. Pick your poison!”“Oh…” The boy looks perplexed. “A magic latte, I guess?”“We only have drip coffee.”“Then why would you offer a latte?”She runs a hand through her already ragged curls. “Because the campus administration has decided that the indignity of labor in the midst of a collapsing world is not enough humiliation on its own.”“What?”She grabs a cup, fills it, and then shoves it into his hands. “Because my boss is a giant dick. Have a magical day.”//or:A valentine's fic for anyone who's ever worked a shitty customer service job, had a shitty manager, or vibed a litttttttle too hard to lucy dacus.

[nidamae-approvedhpfanfics]

Harry Potter and the Odd Rebellion

Welcome to a very different Harry Potter story where the Great Evil isn't Voldemort (he's in book 2- which I'll read next). Harry collects family and friends to help him face his biggest enemy; while powerful he's not super/over powered in this story.

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

There was something very odd happening in Harry Potter's life. Then a gentle giant came to help him, letting him know he was a wizard. That day would change his life, but it was a meeting with the odd man Tom in the Leaky Cauldron that would set his feet on a different path. One that led him to family he didn't know he had. Harry/Hermione; Remus, Sirius, No lemons: rating violence

Harry Potter, M, English, Drama & Family, chapters: 29, words: 255k+, favs: 878, follows: 995, updated: Mar 18 published: Sep 4, 2023, [Harry P., Hermione G.] Sirius B., Neville L.

[stanleybulstrode]

When/Where: Aug 30, Leaky Cauldron Who: @lockcdhart​

“Okay so I’m not going to bring this stream into the party--what happens at a Longbottom party stays at a Longbottom party--but I think it’s been a pretty good weekend! And a nice night to do a stream before I start becoming more erratic in my posts.”

The party had been going on for at least an hour at that point, but Stan had responsibilities at home, the most important one being story time for Millicent. She loved hearing stories before bed, probably because Stan made sure to make voices for each of the characters and involve her where she feasibly could. It took a bit of time out of his social life, but that was alright. He had his vlogs he could do, something he’d started after his split with Marie as a sort-of journal and seemed to grow in popularity despite his confusion toward it all. It was just his thoughts, but people had started calling him Youtube Dad and interacted with his content, so what the hell?

He was just approaching the Leaky Cauldron, ready to wrap up the stream before heading inside, when the door opened outward, startling him enough that he dropped his phone with an exclamation of shit. He reached down quickly to make sure the screen hadn’t cracked and looked up to see who had almost hit him, only to stop short when he saw who, exactly, it had been.

“Oh, uh... hey Gil,” he said, straightening his posture and polishing his phone screen with his shirt. “How’s the party?”

[jimblejamblewritings]

the muggle | part 9.

Summary: Y/N L/N just moved to London from America. Everything was new and weird. London had weird food, weird slang, weird ways of driving. But the weirdest were the people. Especially, the ones in strange robes who always had sticks with them.  

Warnings: some smut and a bit of violence

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader, Bill Weasley x muggle!reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Bill told himself not to be emotional because you weren’t. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy to marry him, today just didn’t feel like your big day. You weren’t in the dress you adored but the first one that you bought because you didn’t want Bill to be wowed just yet. You went down to the courts in both the muggle world and the wizarding one early in the morning to file the paperwork. The two of you were roaming the streets of Diagon Alley in dress and tux because your families wouldn’t let you set up for your own wedding. The only obligation was that you had to be at the Botanical Gardens by the time scheduled.

Bill shuffled you both into The Leaky Cauldron. What was unexpected for both of you was the amount of people wishing you well for your day. As well as the gifts that Bill had to keep sending to the Burrow. A few rounds of butterbeer later and you were on your way to your ceremony. Even with the affair being small, the venue looked spectacular. Everyone was already seated and waiting for the two of you. Having already seen each other, you and Bill decided to walk out at the same time.

Your guests watched as you grabbed each other’s hands. They watched smiles take up the bottom half of your faces until yours fell slightly. Bill ran his thumb over the back of your hand as he watched your head turn away from him.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

You chewed on your bottom lip until he reached up to gently stop you from doing that. Bouncing on your leg, you muttered to yourself— much to everyone’s concern— until suddenly you broke into a smile. Bill felt you leave his grasp before he actually noticed before he was watching you run down the aisle. Everyone’s heads turned at the sudden runaway bride. The Weasleys gasped at seeing the redhead and his girlfriend that you were standing in front of.

“You almost missed the vows. Come on, I saved you seats upfront.”

Both Percy and his girlfriend made a sound when you grabbed both their hands and escorted them up to their seats. Bill just stared in shock at the sight of his brother for a moment before returning to you. Like you promised Percy, the vows were short. He almost wished they were a bit longer because he didn’t have to talk to his family during them.

You and Bill were in hysterics at seeing the food come out and be placed on the tables. True to what they said earlier, Ginny and Ron insisted on cooking everything. The cake was a tilted and half-decorated four tiered mess of frosting with chocolate and vanilla cake. You shook your head as Bill buried his face behind you.

“No, no, it’s wonderful. It’s amazing really,” you tried to tell them. “William, stop it. They made this for us.”

Ron scratched the back of his head. “It looks a bloody mess we know. We tried doing it your way, the… American… way, uh sure.”

Ron realized that you were the only muggle that he could say muggle around without revealing anything. While Bill was still laughing, you put a finger to your lips as you stepped away from him. Carefully, you cut a piece of cake. Your husband was none the wiser as you made your way back to him. Bill gasped when he suddenly got a glob of frosting to the cheek.

“You know, it may look bad but the cake tastes amazing.” You nodded while sucking frosting off of your thumb.

Bill’s eyes narrowed. “Run, Muggie.”

Your friends and family laughed as Bill chased you around with cake. You both only stopped when Percy and Penelope moved to stand in front of you. Bill’s hands found your waist, balancing his plate of cake on top of yours.

“You’re leaving so soon, Perce?” he asked.

Percy adjusted his tie. “Uh, yes. We did have a piece of cake, it was delicious. Did Mum make it?”

“Actually, Ginny and Ron,” you answered.

“Oh, well as long as it wasn’t the twins, I suppose… Congratulations on getting married.”

“Thank you.”

Bill reached for his brother’s arm. “We’re moving to Shell Cottage.”

“Our Aunt’s old place?”

“Yeah, I think she’s a bit too excited about me getting married.”

“You’re the eldest, I think she’s just relieved you’re actually ahead instead of behind all of us. I mean didn’t Ginny have a partner before you?”

Bill’s eyes sparkled. “Percy Weasley, was that an attempt at a joke? Oh, this is brilliant.”

“Alright, now I��m really leaving.”

“Hey, wait. When we’re all settled, do you want to come to dinner? It’ll just be the four of us, promise.”

Percy hesitantly nodded before he and Penelope left. Bill turned you in his arms. You both said goodbye to guests who only passed at a distance because they didn’t want to disrupt the lovebirds too much. Soon, your reservation was over and the garden was open for the public once again.

“The Burrow isn’t the ideal honeymoon—”

“I think an impending wizard war does take precedence.”

“Well when it’s over, I’ll take you wherever you want, Mrs. Weasley,” Bill said with a crooked smile.

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you to a secluded area in order to apparate without anyone noticing. Bill had been calling you by your new name ever since you signed the papers earlier. You both stopped when you landed at The Burrow. The last thing either of you were expecting was for the lights to be off. Bill saw the note on the door first. He chuckled as he opened the door.

“They’ll be staying the night above Fred and George’s shop.”

“Why?”

“Mum says you can’t have a proper honeymoon if you aren’t alone. She’s already moved on to thinking about grandchildren.”

“Alright,” you said as you closed the door.

Bill turned with wide eyes to stare at your backside. “What?”

“Alright. It’s what we’ve talked about, what we both want.”

“But you said…”

You walked over to him, holding his face in your hands. “I said a lot of things and a lot has happened between then and now. I’m ready to add to our family with you.”

Bill kissed you fiercely. “Then let’s get started now.”

While their children gagged, Molly gave you a hug and Arthur clapped Bill on the shoulder when they came back the next morning. With you wearing the top part to Bill’s sweatsuit and him just having on the pants, it was fairly obvious what took place the night before. Ron threw a discarded blanket at Bill’s face when your husband started giving you a foot massage.

“We get it, you’re married! You don’t have to rub your successful love life in our faces.”

You laughed before snuggling back up to Bill. This was all you had wanted the entire time. To watch Ginny and Ron bicker while Molly and Arthur held conversations with you and Bill being the only two other real adults in the house and his other siblings did whatever was all that you wanted from the family. The sweet moment didn’t die as Hermione, Lupin, Tonks, and the rest of the Order walked in but it did turn serious. For once, even Ginny was allowed to stay downstairs as they talked.

You had come to learn quite a lot about this Voldemort person and his Death Eaters that honestly sounded like Nazis. Bill had told you all that he could think of. Molly gave firsthand accounts of the war during her time and any other questions were answered by either Lupin or Tonks. What concerned you the most were the involvement of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Your friends back in America had younger siblings their age and that was how you saw the Golden Trio. You couldn’t imagine them being thrown into something as intense as war.

Molly nudged Tonks and pointed at where you were whispering in Bill’s ear. They watched as he squeezed your hand before realizing it wasn’t a sweet moment. Bill pressed his forehead against yours, shaking his head back and forth. You placed your hand against his cheek. Both of you sighed before turning back to the others.  

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Harry watched the Dursleys’ car speed away from Privet Drive. He sat and waited with Hestia and Dedalus as they waited for everyone else. Harry honestly had no clue what was happening. Earlier that morning he thought that he was waiting till tomorrow to apparate with Moody’s assistance to Grimmauld since the Trace would be off of him. Now, they were saying that he was leaving before his birthday. Harry wasn’t sure how. He still had the Trace on him so he couldn’t use magic yet. Hestia and Dedalus weren’t saying much but Harry assumed that their plans got leaked and now he had to leave early before Voldemort or his followers attacked.

“They’re here,” Hestia said as she looked out the window.

The Disillusionment Charms were wearing off and soon everyone could be seen. From Hagrid’s motorbike to multiple brooms to a couple of thestrals. Harry immediately ran to Ron and Hermione, giving them massive hugs. He pulled away and paused to give a brief hug to Fleur.

The other Triwizard tournament competitor had stayed in the UK after everything that happened. She had made some friends at Hogwarts and was interested in staying for a little bit, if anything to improve her English. You knew her a bit because she worked at Gringotts and held the same hours as Bill. She knew you a lot because she— and the entire department— had to deal with Bill’s wallowing when you left.

While Fleur knew nothing about being a muggle, she knew a lot about being different and helped Bill pull his head out of his ass to see things your way. The goblins were just grateful that she got him to shut up finally. Fighting a war wasn’t in her plans but Fleur wanted to help. She also figured that if he got what he wanted, Voldemort wouldn’t be satisfied with just the British wizarding world— not when he had supporters all over— and France was just a jump away.

Harry looked at all the faces in front of him with a gratefulness that they thought he was worth it enough to risk their lives. He listened intently as Lupin explained the new plans in great detail.

“Alright,” Harry said. “But who am I actually going with? Even with the fake Harrys, they’ll have a good idea of who the real one is with, won’t they?”

Moody flipped open his pocket watch, foot tapping as he checked it. He nodded when he heard the noise outside before it stopped completely and soon the front door was thrown open. You quickly closed it and entered the living room.  

“Hello, Harry!” You waved enthusiastically. “All aboard The Muggle Express, one-way stop to The Burrow. Turns out it isn’t that hard to get an international license. If you already have a license from back home, they practically give this one to you.”

Harry looked at Bill who just held up his hands in surrender before clapping Harry on the shoulder. “She insisted on helping and Mad-Eye thinks it’s a brilliant coverup.”

“Really?”

“It was this or I let her take polyjuice potion to look like you. I’m all for protecting you, Harry, but I would like the love of my life to be alive at the end of this.”

“William, let go of my passenger.”

He gave you a little salute. “Yes, Conductor Muggie.”

“Harry, come on, let’s go. It’s a good bit to The Burrow from here. We can get McDonald’s if we leave now.”

Mad-Eye and a couple other Order Members face-palmed as they looked at Bill. They couldn’t expect you to completely understand but did you actually just suggest snacks in the middle of a covert rescue and transport mission? However, Mad-Eye did agree on leaving now. You and Harry would be a few hours away from the Burrow before everyone else took the polyjuice potion ten minutes before midnight and flew off right when The Trace broke. Harry loaded Hedwig and his trunk into the back of your car. Bill pinned you between himself and the car. You tapped your fingers on his shoulders.

“We’ll be alright, Bill. I promise.”

“I know.”

Bill had already placed all the protection spells that he could think of on you and the car. He also spelled you once more just to make sure that you could see everything in the wizarding world— he didn’t need his first charm wearing off somehow. It didn’t do much to ease his worry. He just needed you safe for the first two hours then afterwards if there was any danger, Harry could do something without it being tracked.

The more he thought about it, the less it made Bill feel better. He didn’t want to leave his love’s fate to a seventeen year old boy. Maybe he should’ve told you to stay home but you would’ve put up a fuss and he found that he really couldn’t say no to you.

Everyone watched your car speed away, laughing as you opened the sunroof and stuck your hand out to give them one last wave. With the roof closed and the windows rolled up, Harry actually felt safe. Even when the two of you actually did stop for McDonald’s, he still felt safe. He watched the clock on the dashboard flip to midnight as you handed him a vanilla milkshake with his bag of food.

“Happy Birthday, Harry.”

“Thanks.”

You gave him a smile and fed a fry to Hedwig.

“Alright, back to the mission. Bill will have a heart attack if we’re even two minutes late… I don’t think he accounted for traffic.”

For Harry, this was certainly the strangest birthday that he had ever had. It was also, possibly, the best. If Ron dubbed Bill the cool older brother then it only made sense that his wife was a cool older sister. Harry could almost forget that he was on a mission. Almost. He sensed something was wrong when you turned down the radio and stopped singing. You leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the sky in the windshield.

“Oh… he’s too close to us.”

Harry leaned over to Hagrid’s motorbike. It didn’t take long to see a flash of light aimed at the half-giant. Death Eaters had aimed for Hagrid and his fake Harry. They probably were after all of them but Hagrid was clearly a prime target. You looked over at your passenger.

“Get your wand out and pray we don’t have to use it.”

You had to drive by Andromeda and Ted Tonks’ cottage which wasn’t worrisome when Hagrid was supposed to be well above you and a good thirty minutes behind you. The two hours from The Tonks’ cottage to the Burrow was supposed to be wizard free. But Death Eaters forced Hagrid to speed up and now complicated things. Harry watched your hand shake as you went to turn the radio back on. Muggles weren’t supposed to notice things so that’s what you did, acted like the best muggle possible.

“Take off your glasses and sing.”

For a moment, it seemed to work. Hagrid had suddenly disappeared from the Death Eaters’ vision and they could only assume that some protection spells were put around wherever he was hiding. They looked at each other as they briefly looked at you and Harry. Mulciber wanted to hex the car just for fun because muggles really were an idiotic mess. Whatever music you were singing was awful too— they could hear it even with all the windows rolled up.

You purposely played Nirvana. If it turned off the Weasleys so much when you first met them, it was sure to make Death Eaters look away. You were almost in the clear when Mulciber took one last look at the car because he still wanted to hex it just a bit— maybe make you run out of gas a few miles down before they continued looking for Potter.

“It’s his bloody bird!”

You and Harry heard him shout. You screamed as the car was hit with a spell. Thanks to Bill’s enchantments, you didn’t stop. The car was taking damage as you sped away as fast as possible. The Death Eaters were on your tail, brooms could keep up fairly easily. One of them sped up and stopped in the middle of the road as you approached. Spells kept firing at your car. You looked at the windshield start to spider after enough Bombarda spells broke through the protective enchantment just a bit. Harry rolled down the window just enough to squeeze his hand and wand through.

“Stupefy!”

You watched the orange beam of light hit the man in front of you. He went flying and you continued speeding.

The entire Burrow couldn’t get Bill to calm down. Hagrid kept apologizing, feeling like it was his fault. Bill only briefly stopped to say that Hagrid would’ve died if he didn’t do what he did and it was more important to be alive. They already lost Mad-Eye, they didn’t need to lose another person. George had woken up from his ear injury to see his older brother pacing. They all rushed to the windows when they heard screaming. A car passed through the protective barriers as it rolled to a slow stop.

The windshield was broken, a tire was missing, and the entire car was smoking. Bill rushed out of the door. He immediately pulled you into a hug while ushering you and Harry inside while Lupin went to get Harry’s things out of the trunk. Molly and Bill sat you on the couch next to George and kept checking for injuries. You laughed as if they didn’t just hear your screaming from outside.

“See, piece of cake. You think James Bond ever had a mission this hard?”

“Love,” Bill said.

“Hmm?”

“Never again.”

“Oh, alright.”

(Part 10)...

[brcntides]

Beanie pulled low over his brow so as to fly under the radar, or at least attempt to do so, Sirius made his way down Diagon Alley. The once bustling street was a mere shadow of it’s former self - boarded windows, tattered wanted posters - gone were the days of chatter and laughter echoing down the cobblestones. He had got what he needed, the wrapped package tucked safely in his jacket, now it was simply a case of getting home without being spotted.

Stepping into the Leaky Cauldron, he glanced around. A few patrons slumped in corners, but other than that the place was empty. His gaze darted from the door that led through to the courtyard to the bar and back again. He had time for one drink, surely. Having never quite successfully been able to temper his impulsive streak, his mind was made up. Crossing over to the bar, he fished a handful of coins from his pocket. “A glass of firewhiskey.”

[purplelupins]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter XI

Summery: In her 6th year, reader meets the charming Professor Lupin and their friendship begins. Reader is 16-17 at the beginning (nothing nsfw until reader is of age.) and for the story’s sake, Lupin stays as the DADA Professor into the Goblet of Fire.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Warnings: “goddamit”

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“Now be sure to keep the Hellebore in a dark place and LABELED.” Professor Snape handed y/n the last ingredient for her potion in case she needed it over the break.

He kept asking her if she needed him to deliver the potion if she couldn’t remember how to brew it. He kept asking when her parents would finally be home, and he didn’t hide his disapproval when she said she had gotten the only owl from them all year a week ago saying they would be in Stockholm for another few months. Y/n had confided in him months ago that -while her parents loved her endlessly- they were never around. It made his blood boil that she was neglected. Y/n tried to convince them that they meant well but he wouldn’t have it.

“Will there be anyone near you to care for you?” His face was so dead serious she almost laughed.

He didn’t.

“Professor, I’ll be just fine. I’m very close to the Lovegoode and Weasley families so if I run into trouble, I can go to them.” She smiled.

He stared down at her with a brow arched, “A simple no would have sufficed.”

They stared each other down, neither backing down.

“I promise you I’ll be fine. What are you going to do when I graduate?” She asked over her shoulder as she grabbed the stack of ingredients. There was still an hour left before the long train ride home. And the potions master was the last stop for her.

Severus watched her; he didn’t know what he would do when she left.

This little thorn in his side had become…comforting.

“What you do after you leave is your business, miss l/n. Until then you are my responsibility.” Snape said shortly.

Y/n smiled. He’ll miss me.

“Professor?” She asked. Turning back to him. Snape stood with his arms crossed by the door, attempting to look bothered.

“Yes?” He drawled with that usual unamused stare.

“When I graduate, could I write to you? For advice and the likes of it?” Y/n knew he would never initiate any sort of contact; that hug was the closest they came. Snape stared at her for a moment debating with himself.

“I suppose. However it will be low on my priority list to respond.” He didn’t look at her as he spoke, choosing to focus on nothing behind her.

Y/n smiled up at him as she walked to the door, “Well if you find it in your schedule, I would appreciate it.”

He opened the door for her and waited.

Y/n paused and looked up at the potions master, “Have a good summer, sir. See you next year.”

The nod Professor Snape gave her was small, but she saw it.

The witch returned it and began defending the stairs when he called, “Do be careful, miss l/n. I do not want an invitation to your funeral over the summer.”

She smiled and let out a laugh, “Well I’ll try but if you do get an invite you’d better be there or I’ll haunt you!” She called back.

Snape let a small grin pull at his tight lips.

She had better be safe.

-

After the long 9 hour train ride on the Hogwarts Express, y/n hopped off and grabbed her luggage, and owl. It had been almost all year since she saw him. Just another reminder that her parents sent her nothing all year.

Y/n left the station quickly and headed to Diagon Alley to get home from the Leaky Cauldron. She wasn’t a fan of Floo powder- once her luggage went missing and she didn’t get it back for a month. But seeing as she was on her own, she took in a deep breath, took a handful of the powder and tossed it at her feet while saying, “L/N residence.” The fire engulfed her, then within seconds she was looking into a very dark, cold and quiet house.

Home sweet home.

The clock above the fireplace read 9:30 pm. It was late. Y/n’s owl shrieked as they arrived, he never liked Floo Powder.

“Shh, it’s okay Flamel. Look, we’re home!” She soothed the bird. He took off up into his enclosure. She didn’t blame him- it’s hard being away from home especially when no one uses you.

Y/n let out a long sigh; she lit the candles that decorated the house, it was a charming place. Tidy, open and simple. The messiest place was her mother’s workshop off the side of the living room. In there was a large desk mounted to the wall with books on shelves that reached the ceiling. Papers, note books, trinkets, portion ingredients and more were littered everywhere. Y/n liked being in there, it was one of the only times she felt not alone.

Once she lit a fire, the house began to feel alive again. She checked the post- it had piled up over the school year. She changed her bed sheets and got ready for bed, it was all she had the energy for.

Her eyes were heavy.

This was going to be a long summer.

-

Just as y/n had predicted, time was passing achingly slow. She tried to busy herself with unfinished projects she’d left a year ago and spending a few lights at the Livegoode’s, but her mind was distracted. A certain tall, scarred, Professor plagued her thoughts.

He’s busy.

Or he’s relaxing.

He needed the rest.

It doesn’t matter what he’s going because he’s not here and you’re not going to see him for another month and half so PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER WOMAN.

She slammed her head on her mothers desk. There was one project she had forgotten about; her mother gave it a shot to try and figure out the right incantation but to no avail. The subject was a large piece of fabric that lay before her. It was a soft tulle fabric, and y/n had gotten it into her head that she could enchant it to change colour based on what a person felt towards the wearer. At this point, she was running out of ideas. The last idea she had was risky, and would take the whole summer, but y/n was determined to do SOMETHING. And this would be her something.

Y/n stood and went to the storage room in their house, off the kitchen. One side was for dry and canned goods, the other for potions. The witch swore they had at least one batch of Amortentia left. They always had an array of potions in the house “Just in case.” As they always said. And now was the case.

There was nothing on the bottom five shelves, Y/n began to grow anxious and defeated before she looked on the top shelf and there indeed was a dusty old bottle of the potion she was seeking. Y/n grabbed it quickly and jumped down from the ladder on which she had stood.

The final option she had was to let the fabric sit in the potion for a month (if her calculations were correct) then cast a Disillusionment Charm on it. Y/n would lose her mind if it worked. She hurried back to the desk and grabbed the long fabric before placing both the large bottle and the cloth on the floor. There was virtually no room for error so y/n had to make sure she did this right. She grabbed a cauldron from the corner and dumped the potion inside. Y/n regretted the decision instantly as the smell of Remus Lupin was suddenly filling the house.

“GOD DAMMIT!” She screamed in frustration with herself. This was not the time.

Next, y/n quickly submerged the fabric completely and covered it with a lid. It all fit. Satisfied, y/n went to the kitchen and placed the cauldron over a burner of the stove, which she lit.

It was done. Now all she had to do was wait a month, then perform the charm. It sounded so simple, but y/n knew that if she didn’t get it right, she wouldn’t hear the end of how she wasted the Amortentia.

Only time would tell.

The next day, y/n found herself wandering the 6 kilometres to the Burrow. It had been too long since she went and visited them. The hills of Devon were so beautiful at this time of year, too; vast fields of yellow and green spread out around her. The odd market would line the road with colourful vegetables and fruits from that year’s harvest. Y/n gathered a bundle for the Weasley’s. She loved bringing them things, they needed it especially with seven children to feed.

Y/n laughed to herself at the thought of the boys. They were a little awkward around her but she loved them all, even if she couldn’t spend much time with them at school. Bill and Charlie were lovely but much older than her so she never got to hold much of a conversation with them before they took off to start their lives. Percy was nice enough before he began working for the ministry. He was a bit stuffy after that. Who was she kidding, he was always stuffy. Then there were Fred and George, they were her favourites. A year younger, yes, but they never failed to make y/n laugh or feel better. Before her 6th year, they utilised her dazed episodes for many a prank over the years. Once, when she had come out of an episode, they put on these huge bushy grey beards and pretended that she had been in the episode for decades.

That had been a good one.

Then there was Ron. The poor boy was so smitten with Hermione Granger and he couldn’t even admit it. He was such a kind boy, a bit awkward around y/n, but his loyalty to his friends was admirable. He was truly the glue that kept that nutty trio together.

Ginny was such a ball of fire. She was like the little sister y/n never had. They would talk for hours about anything from the cutest boy in school to what they wanted out of life.

They were such a lovely family.

The Burrow came into view after an hour of walking. It always brought a smile to her face; y/n quickly made her way down their path and knocked on the door. Almost bouncing with excitement to see another human.

The door burst open in a bustle, “George get your brother down from there or I’ll have your HEAD!” Molly Weasley flung the door open, hands on her apron trying to wipe them clean. She finally turned to see y/n standing there laughing. The matriarch froze. Y/n suddenly realized Molly hadn’t seen her since last year. Her shorter hair and scars covering her were almost enough to stop the woman’s heart. The boys had written to her, telling her what happened, but to actually see y/n was something else.

“Oh my goodness, y/n my dear girl. Come-“ Mrs. Weasley grabbed the girl into a tight embrace, “Here!”

Y/n swore some of her bones popped. She noted that it had been wise to place the food down before knocking.

The elder witch pulled away and held y/n’s face in her hands gently, “Look at what they did to you! I ought to go give Dumbledore an earful letting this happen to you! Hogwash if you ask me!” She spewed, walking back into the house.

Y/n smiled walked in after her, “Mrs. Weasley, I brought you and the family some lovely fresh fruits and vegetables from a vendor down the road! I simply couldn’t resist.”

“Oh! No you didn’t. Y/n honestly what am I to do you?” Molly threw her hands in the air at y/n’s generosity. The young witch laughed and handed the produce to her. There came a thud behind y/n which would make most people jump.

Fred and George no doubt.

“Oi mum why’d you let that old creature in?” The twins came around the table and grinned at the girl.

“Oh Fred, stop-“ Molly tried.

“Good to see you two, too.” Y/n hit George’s arm.

“Mum is she coming with us?” They asked in unison.

Molly turned around from the counter, “Erm, I don’t believe so, are you going to the match this year, dear?” She asked the witch sat at the table.

Y/n knit her brows together.

Match?

“I don’t think I know what you’re-“

“She doesn’t know Fred.”

“Shall we tell her Georgie?”

“Go on.”

“Are you going with us to the greatest event this year: the Quidditch World Cup?” He asked her like it was the most important event of the century.

Y/n had completely forgotten that it was this summer. It had already started if she wasn’t mistaken. She was never one for the sport but it was good fun to watch at school, however paying 9 galleons for entry to the World Cup was a bit much.

“I’m afraid I won’t be boys. Are you all going?” She asked.

“We’ve got dad, Ronnie and Ginny going and I think we may have Harry coming as well. The poor thing needs a break from those toads.” Came Fred.

Y/n almost choked when he called the Dursley’s “toads”. Mrs. Weasley smacked him upside the head.

“That sounds wonderful, but you go and enjoy it for me. I’m afraid I have an experiment at home that I’m working on all summer.” Y/n said proudly. The Weasley’s knew all about her and her mother’s experiments.

The boys rolled their eyes, “She’s at it again mum. Get an umbrella.” They teased her about the one time her mother tried to make a rain cloud form in one spot but it ended up being the worst summer storm in Devon history.

“It was ONE time!” Y/n laughed. It was nice being around family. That is what they were. Family. They had been there for her more than her own parents.

“Oh BOYS, off with you. OUT!” Molly pointed them out of the kitchen. They walked out rolling their eyes.

The matriarch turned to y/n again and smiled, “Now, you’re staying for dinner.”

Y/n returned the smile, a home cooked meal from the Burrow was exactly what she needed.

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The New Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher

A/N - This story takes place one year before the Sorcerer's Stone Events

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Molly Weasley prepared breakfast for her family, the summer was almost ending and she still couldn't believe her second eldest son Charlie would join his last Hogwarts year. The perfect pancakes she made were soon ruined by Errol flying into the room, hitting its head on the clock "I'll get him mom" said Charlie, picking the poor animal up, taking a letter from its beak.

"What is it Charlie?" she asked putting more batter into the pan, looking over her shoulder "I don't know, it has no address, no name, it's just a common envelope, but it says it's for you," he said looking around the envelope, giving it to his mother.

Strange, she thought, she didn't receive many letters, let alone a letter without saying who send it.

"Dear Molly,

Sorry I couldn't reach out to you sooner, Dumbledore asked me to, but now I am free to talk to you. I've returned to England, I'll probably be one of your's son's professors against the dark arts. I missed you so much. Would you like to get coffee sometime?

Your friend, Y/N.

P.S.: Sorry for not leaving an address on the letter, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron"

Molly's face was astonished "So what is it?" asked Charlie trying to look over her shoulder. "Honey! Honey! Can we go out tonight?" asked the ginger-haired woman shouted running up the stairs "What honey?" "Out! Go out tonight!? Y/N is back in England!" she shouted without waiting for an answer, Charlie was already reading the letter "Stop snooping into it Charlie and grab me something to write already!" she said taking the paper off of his hands

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Severus stayed quiet in his seat, simply watching professor McGonagal and Sybill talk. It was so boring just waiting for the students to come in and take their sits before the new ones came to be sorted. He ignored the door behind him open, Hagrid talked loudly about his stupid mutt, probably to the new professor.

On the other hand, he noticed professor McGonagal smile wide, pulling Sybill along. Severus had already stopped paying attention to them, he didn't want to give in the temptation to look at the new professor in the eye.

Soon, all the children were sorted, Dumbledore gave his usual speech stopping at the end "And now I'd like you to please meet your new Defense Against the Dark arts professor. Miss Y/N L/N" that name made Severus' heart drop, now he looked at the direction that the director pointed.

A very elegant witch rose out of her seat, dressed in fine blue robes with golden accents. Even with her pointy hat, it was clear her hair shone beneath it, her skin and manners flawless as she bowed down thanking the students for their applauses.

Severus couldn't help but stare at her talking to professor Sprout as they ate, she seemed so confident and full of life, clearly not the same as the one he remembered. "So what room are you staying in?" professor Sprout asked "I don't know yet" Y/N smiled "I think I'll be staying close to professor McGonagal" "And how your trip back went?" "Oh the muggles way of traveling take much longer but it was fun, no worries at all"

He couldn't eat anything that night, seeing that woman in the same table as him.

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[weasleylangs]

lightweight - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Summary: Y/N’s never been the best at holding her alcohol. Luckily, George is always there to help her. Warnings: Alcohol, a drunk confession, fluff, brief mentions of underage drinking, one line about throwing up. Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Short Georgie fic today! I have work so I didn’t want to commit to any of my super long ideas but I still want to keep writing! Also, I’m not promoting excessive drinking whatsoever. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated and requests are open!

This is also being posted while I’m asleep because I’m stuck on the other side of the world to the rest of you. Any asks will be replied too when I’m up!

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George stands in a corner of the Leaky Cauldron, firewhiskey in hand as he looks at the crowd. Their yearly reunion has been going on for a few hours now, and George has finally started to feel the alcohol buzzing around his head. Despite having already downed quite a few whiskeys, he’s barely been feeling it all night considering he’s always been a heavyweight, given his large stature.

The same can’t be said for the girl George’s eyes are trained on. Y/N Y/L/N. She’s currently dancing with Angelina Johnson, the rosiness in her cheeks evident from both the exertion from dancing for hours on end and the alcohol in her system. George has fond memories of Gryffindor parties, when Fred, Lee and himself would flirt their way into buying alcohol from Madam Rosmerta to sneak into parties that would eventually end with the girl he’s watching dancing her heart out.

“Babysitting already, mate?” Lee asks as he takes a swig of his beer and George chuckles, shaking his head. “No, not quite yet. I probably will be in, say…” He checks his watch and the time reads 1am, “... half an hour.” 

George developed a habit when they were sixteen, of looking after Y/N at parties. The girl never seemed to learn her own limits and more often than not, drank herself stupid at parties. Y/N was one of George’s best friends, and he’d never forgive himself if he ever let her get hurt at a party, so he happily settled for basking in the party atmosphere while keeping a close eye on Y/N. And then, in the morning he’d tease her while she threw up the contents of her stomach and she’d apologise profusely before they’d walk to breakfast together.

It’s been 10 years and they’re still dancing and drinking and George is still looking after her, but instead of walking her up to her dorm, George drags her back to his apartment above Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and tucks her into his bed while he takes the couch. Granted, Y/N’s has developed some better limits than when she was sixteen years old, but it’s a force of habit at this point, and besides, George rather looks forward to it nowadays and his night would feel incomplete without knowing Y/N is 100% safe and sound 100 meters away from him. 

Fred approaches them, and they aimlessly stand around and chat. Mostly about quidditch, very rarely about work. These days, the hot topic of conversation is about how Lee’s been splitting his time between London helping the twins out with the shop and Romania, where his dragon trainer girlfriend lives. Sometimes, a few people approach them and ask the question if they’re the ‘famous Ginny Weasley’s twin brothers’ which always causes them to laugh and their chests swell in pride for their little sister. 

It’s probably only twenty minutes later when he hears a squeal come from the dance floor as some muggle band’s song comes on. George thinks Y/N probably convinced Tom to let her hijack the music and he vaguely recognises the song as one she’s played before. He searches the dance floor for her, and when their eyes meet she winks at him and quickly spins around to dance with Angelina again.

“I can’t believe she’s not even your girlfriend and you practically babysit her, mate. We’re 26, when are you making a move?” Fred teases but George ignores him. He notices Y/N catch his eye again and when she goes to wave him over, he sees her wobble slightly and her eyes widen out of fear of losing her balance. 

Truthfully, George is too scared to admit his feelings for Y/N. While he knows their friendship entails more than what a normal one does, George has never been the best at reading signs when people are romantically interested in him so he well and truly does not know where he stands with Y/N. He never wants to make people feel uncomfortable, so he lives blissfully unaware until someone yells in his face they’re interested in him. 

“Piss off, Fred. Like you can talk about me not making a move. You’ve liked Angelina since what? Sixth year?” He pushes Fred slightly at the shoulders as he scowls and slowly makes his way over the tiny girl in his sights. 

“Hi Georgie,” she slurs as he finally makes his way over to her and she’s quick to slot herself into his side. George is well aware Y/N is both a sleepy and clumsy drunk the second she stops dancing, and as George checks the time on his watch again, it now reads 1:30am and it’s well past intoxicated Y/N’s bedtime. 

“Hi, love,” he can’t help but use the nickname for her, especially when her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red when he uses it, “time to get you to bed?” 

She pretends to think for a second but George knows she’s all danced out when she sighs and tucks her head into his neck. He spots Lee and Fred, who are now imitating whips at him, and shakes his head as he waves goodbye. He makes sure to tell Angelina, Katie and Alicia they’re leaving as well so they don’t worry, and George pretends to miss the giggles and winks they give Y/N as he holds onto her. 

Thankfully, the Leaky Cauldron isn’t far from 93 Diagon Alley and soon enough George is placing Y/N in his bed and finding a change of clothes for her. It’s the middle of November, so he grabs a random old sweater his mum knitted him a few years back and while he looks for the pair of leggings she left here last time, he hears her soft gasp. 

When he turns to look at her, her eyes are fixated on the sweater in his hand. “That one’s my favourite.” 

George has a million sweaters, enough to fill a whole drawer full of them all in different colours, so he’s confused how Y/N knows which one this even is. 

“It’s the one with the frayed hand-holes, right?” George laughs at her usage of ‘hand-holes’ and unfolds the sweater to take a look at the sleeves, and sure enough, right where your hands pop out, the sleeves is fraying. 

“Why is this one your favourite, darling?” He questions, passing her the sweater. He turns his back to her, giving her some privacy as she takes her top off and she hums happily as the scent of George engulfs her senses. “It’s one of your oldest ones. So the Georgie-scent is the strongest.” 

George feels his cheeks heat up as Y/N slips the leggings up under her skirt and then struggles to undo her buttons. “Georgie-scent?” 

She hums in agreement as she finally gets the skirt off and drops it on the floor next to her. She’s curling herself up under the blankets when she looks at George and before her sober thoughts can catch them, drunk words are tumbling out of her mouth, “Reminds me the most of my Amortentia.” 

George pauses and stares at her, processing the words she just said. George only received three O.W.L’s during his time at Hogwarts and none of them were potions, but of course, he’s well aware what Amortentia is. He sells them at work, after all.

The most powerful love potion in the world.

“Firework smoke, Molly’s home-cooked meals and… Alcohol.” She mumbles when George doesn’t speak and she looks like she’s fallen asleep but George knows she isn’t. 

“Sure it isn’t Fred, love?” He laughs as he asks but his insecurities are there, shoved way down into the pit of his stomach, threatening to spill out. Firework smoke and his mum’s home-cooked meals scream both of them without a doubt, and George can’t help but convince himself that Fred could definitely have an explanation for the alcohol. 

Now she’s realised what she’s said, and she takes one look at George and she shoves her head into the pillow. “God, this isn’t how I was planning to tell you.” She’d actually never planned on telling him, convinced someone as perfect as George Weasley would ever love her back, but her brain had other plans.

“Tell me that you like my brother?” He jokingly questions, the insecurities fading but still feeling the need to tease her. When she laughs and rolls her eyes, George knows he’s calmed her down from a perch she didn’t realise she was on. She sits up quickly and her face looks a little green at first for how quick she moves. “Who looks after me when I’m drunk, George? I don’t see Fred anywhere.” She’s smirking now and George has to resist the urge to crawl into bed with her and kiss her senseless. 

“My Amortentia smells like you as well, by the way.” The smile Y/N gives him is bright enough it could light up the City of London. “Really?” she questions, and the way she sways in bed George can tell she’s still intoxicated and he can only hope she remembers this conversation in the morning because he knows he won’t be brave enough to initiate it again. 

“Really. Sunflowers, chocolate and…” He hesitates, laughing at how dumb they both are, “Firewhiskey.”

She screeches in embarrassment and before he knows it, Y/N’s dragging him into his bed and she’s giggling. “That’s so embarrassing!” she exclaims, “But so expected.” 

They roll around in the sheets for a few seconds, trying to grab at each other and laughing at the coincidences before George gets up and changes. Y/N watches him intently, trying her best not to objectify him in her mind but he’s just so damn gorgeous she can’t help it. She wants to kiss every inch of his skin and let everyone know the wonderful man standing in front of her is her's.

And when he goes to slip out of the room, thinking she’s fallen asleep, she pouts and clears her throat, causing him to turn and face her.

“You. Me. Bed. Cuddling. Now.” She says, nay demands and he has no choice. He slips into bed beside her and once again, for the second time that night, she’s slotted herself next to him. 

“I really do love you, you know.” She mutters against his neck and she feels his breath hitch. “I’m not just saying it because I was drunk. I mean, like I said it because I was drunk, but it’s true.”

George pauses, not wanting to upset her with what he says next, “Are you going to remember in the morning?” He’s trying not to let his fear be known, but with how close Y/N is, he knows she felt his body react subconsciously. Y/N’s had nights when she doesn’t remember anything she’s said- not because she’s drunk too much, but she’s naturally a forgetful person and the alcohol doesn’t help. 

“Of course, and if I don’t because I don’t remember tonight… I’d hope you’d tell me.” She reassures him, looking up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his chin from her position in his arms. 

George lets out a breath and looks at the girl in his arms and decides that he can’t keep it to himself anymore and that he’d shout it from every rooftop that he’s in love with Y/N Y/L/N. So he presses a kiss to her forehead, next, her nose, then her cheeks and lastly, a soft kiss on her lips.

“I promise I will. You and me forever.” 

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Right and Wrong

This was a request from a lovely anonymous person who had had a dream about our resident dungeon bat and I couldn’t pass up the chance to write it! Hope you like it, dear! 

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader Summary: Reader is a new Professor training under Professor Flitwick when she receives some help with her marking from Professor Snape.  Warnings: Language, Smoking, Smut (dear lord), Dominant Severus, Implied D/s themes, Spanking(?)  Word Count: 3.8k+

Marking. You hadn’t thought at all about it when you had agreed to return to Hogwarts. The transition from student to Professor had been one that you had found surprisingly easy, and when Professor Dumbledore had sought you out that evening behind the bar at The Leaky Cauldron; he had made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. The chance to train under Professor Flitwick would put you in good stead to gain the relevant skills to apply for teaching posts in magical schools abroad, and whilst you enjoyed working for Tom in Diagon Alley; you couldn’t see yourself pulling pints of Butterbeer forever. Filius wanted to retire, neither he nor Albus made any secrets regarding that fact and you wondered whether Albus would ask you to stay on at Hogwarts once the charms master retired. A large part of you wished for that greatly.

Marking. Infuriatingly, it hadn’t occurred to you how much of your time it would steal when you assumed your position. You spent hours upon hours marking tests, essays and exams and any time you had outside of that was swallowed by lesson planning. You weren’t ungrateful, not by any means, but you were certainly tired. It was the weekend, as Filius had reminded you as he wrapped his cloak tight around his chest and cast a disapproving look in your direction.   “You are aware that it is Friday evening?” The short professor said as he made his way to the classroom door, he pulled it open and waited. “Well, are you coming? Minerva has saved us a table at The Three Broomsticks.”   “I wish I could, Professor.” You smiled ruefully, “I’ve got all this marking to do, and I don’t think my boss is going to give me a hand. He’s so very lazy you see.” You winked. Filius clutched his chest, a look of mock heartbreak flashed over his bespectacled face.   “You wound me, Miss (Y/L/N). Leave those essays, they’re only first years. They’ll have forgotten everything by Monday.” He outstretched his arm, an offer to escape. You shook your head and offered him a small smile.   “Honestly sir, you go on without me. I’ll just sit and think about these essays if I don’t finish them, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself.” Filius seemed placated by that and nodded somewhat approvingly. He raised a hand and gave you a small wave, he closed the door behind him and left you alone with the rustle of parchment for company.

   Another hour passed with a flurry of your quill, the darkness that had threaten to breach the castle’s walls had succeeded in its assault and with an almost distracted movement of your wand, the candles dispersed around the room flickered into life and you rubbed your hand wearily across your eyes. You didn’t want to stop, but you had worked your way through the rest of the first-year essays and were now attempting to weather the OWL practice exams. Filius really should be present, you thought. Whilst it had only been a few years since you yourself had taken your NEWT charm exam; you were hesitant in your corrections. Your eyes flickered to the closed door and you sighed heavily, your hand travelled into the pocket of your trousers and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Smoking for students was banned completely, but teachers were granted a small patch of land beside the Forbidden Forest for a quick cigarette break. You glanced towards the window, it was pitch-black outside now, and a heavy patter of rain assaulted the window. Fuck that, you thought. You grasped a cigarette between your lips and mumbled as best you could a spell to light it. You slumped back in your hard-backed chair and closed your eyes; the only sound the crackle of the singed tobacco as you took a deep drag of your cigarette.  

  “I’m assuming Professor Flitwick is indisposed this evening if you are here alone and…breaking school rules.” A voice from the doorway startled you and a heat rose across your cheeks. You dropped your cigarette onto the desk it rolled onto the parchments in front of you and you panicked, you picked it up and dropped it onto the stone floor, the heel of your shoe making quick work of the burning tip. The parchment, fairly unscathed sat mockingly before you. Professor Snape stood still; a look of bemusement etched across his pale face.   “Professor, you made me jump.” You exhaled; your heart thundered in your chest. You knew you were done for; he would surely tell Filius of your disregard for the school rules and you would be sent back to The Leaky Cauldron.   “Clearly.” You chewed on your bottom lip and waited for him to do something, to say anything but he remained still in the doorway. The flickering light from the candles illuminated him almost menacingly, his stance was predatory but the usual sneer he adorned was replaced with something a little more human, a smile, almost. You cleared your throat.   “Can I help you with something, Professor? Filius has gone into Hogsmeade, but I’m here.”   “Yes, as I haven’t lost my sight Miss (Y/L/N). I can quite plainly see you.” He snapped. Professor Snape made one step into the classroom and stopped, his hand still on the door handle. “No matter. Goodnight.”   “Professor?” You called after him, he had turned to leave but at the sound of your voice he stopped and turned slowly to face you. Your teeth returned to your lip, in the dim light of the room you could have sworn that Professor Snape’s eyes flickered down to your mouth, but his dark gaze was upon your face in an instant, his look impatient. “I would really appreciate it wouldn’t tell anyone that you caught me smoking in here, Professor. It won’t happen again, I assure you. It was just a stupid lapse in my generally good judgement.” You gave him a weak smile and waited. He swept his eyes from the top of your head to your feet and you shuddered, his tongue protruded from his mouth slightly to wet his lips and all the air seemed to dissipate from the room. You felt the familiar warmth cross your cheeks as your eyes fixated on the potions master, his graceful nod elicited from you a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt relief wash over you with the agreement from Professor Snape and you smiled widely at him.   “Was there anything else, Miss (Y/L/N)?” He said quietly, you weren’t mistaken this time. Professor Snape stared intently at your mouth, almost unashamedly as your eyes lowered to your desk. You nearly shook your head until Miss Granger’s unmarked exam caught your attention.   “Actually, yes.” You almost whispered, you returned to your chair and sat slowly. “I’m having trouble marking these mock exams, Professor. I wonder if you could help…direct me.”

  The corner of his mouth twitched upwards; you took a breath unsure of what you were doing. You had never considered the idea of flirting with Professor Snape, he had never displayed any inkling of desire toward anyone in your presence- including yourself and so, you had just never thought about it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive, well, he probably wasn’t to everyone’s tastes; but the potions master held an authoritative allure that you couldn’t deny. His high cheek-boned face was one that you had seen hundreds of times, the onyx eyes that you had avoided on many occasions as a student had now captivated your attention as he swept elegantly from the doorway to behind your chair. You could smell him before he placed his hands either side of your body, resting on the desk. He smelled of cedarwood and myrrh, a waft of Lily of the Valley reached you and it reminded you of the intense scent of churches, the feel of the wooden pews, of being on your knees.   “What is it that seems to be…troubling you?” Professor Snape breathed; his voice close to your right ear. The ends of his black hair tickled your cheek as you struggled to think. You pulled Miss Granger’s exam towards you and shook your head.   “It’s this question here sir, I’m not sure if it’s worded correctly. It gives the student the opportunity to be right and wrong with their answer. See?” He hummed as he read over Miss Granger’s effort, you tried to stay perfectly still. Terrified that if you moved even an inch, Professor Snape would withdraw from you. You could see his pulse in his wrist as his hands splayed in front of you, he tapped a finger.   “Well, I think it’s just the nature of the beast Miss (Y/L/N). To be both right and wrong.” Professor Snape whispered, he seemed closer this time. His warm breath on your ear, your chest heaved as the seconds passed. You dared a look at him, you slowly turned your head and found his face mere inches from yours. You could smell firewhisky now, his lips slightly parted as his eyes found yours.   “And sometimes,” He breathed, his nose touched yours. His face edged closer with each short breath. “You can be neither right nor wrong.”

  It was impossible to say who initiated the kiss. In a second your lips crashed together, and a groan rose in your throat as he brought his hand to the back of your head and pulled on your hair. He tasted of whisky and it was almost disorientating, your mind was full of nothing but him as you brought your hands up to the back of his neck to anchor him in place.  His lips found your jaw and he kissed down to your neck, his teeth grazed across your skin and you shuddered again. He pulled you up by your shirt and brought both his hands down your body and squeezed your rump roughly, his long fingers inflicting a delicious pain across your backside as he gave it a sharp smack. The shock of the impact made you gasp, and your eyes flew open, Professor Snape’s face was again only inches from yours, his dark eyes half closed and full of desire. Your stomach flipped as he pulled your hips against him, you rubbed your thighs together, in desperate need of contact.   “Did you like that?” He whispered, his hands once more finding your bum. He rubbed the place where he had spanked you, and your head rolled back. His mouth attacked the exposed skin there, his hand left you only to be replaced with another smack, this one harder than the one before. You moaned loudly, and he chuckled. He withdrew from you and eyed your face; you were flushed and panting. You had never been spanked before, but the dampness in your knickers was a definite confirmation, if not for him- but for you. Professor Snape brought his hands up to his great frock coat and started to undo the buttons, you watched him meticulously, as if in a trance. As one by one, his deft fingers made quick work of his outer layer. You felt it only polite to remove your jumper, he let his coat drop to the floor as he watched you. You discarded your jumper with his coat and reached out for him, he instead sneered at you.   “Continue.”

  You blushed again as your fingers found the bottom of the t-shirt you wore, you tried desperately to remember which bra you had thrown on this morning, abandoning all hope for a matching underwear set, they were for celebrities and for people with more money than sense. To your dismay, a plan black bra met your gaze as you shoved your shirt over your head, you hadn’t noticed he had approached you until you felt his hands on your stomach. His fingers were featherlike as they moved upwards and to your back, unclasping your bra with ease and flinging it onto the floor. You looked up at his pale face as he licked his lips, he grasped your breasts and pushed them together.   “Beautiful.” He said quite matter-of-factly, he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth lightly, he sucked slowly and then grazed his teeth across the hardened peak. Your fingers found his hair and pulled, you craved a rougher hand than the one he was dealing, and he seemed to understand your silent wish as he tugged hard on your other nipple, sending a wave of hot pleasure through you straight to your quim. He continued to lick and suck on your nipples as you arched your back to him and moaned wantonly, the desire which had built in you had now reached its peak and you needed more. You placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head to you, his mouth again found yours with ease. Gods, this man was beautiful. How had you never noticed this before? His features were strong and noble, and his eyes so dark like the expanse of the beyond; you felt like you could sink into them. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you etched every inch of this mans face to your memory, the way he looked at you in that moment. He was divine.  You could feel his arousal pressed hard against your stomach and you moved a hand to palm him through his trousers, he grunted in your ear as he bucked his hips forward. He pulled impatiently at the waistband of your trousers and you shoved them down your thighs and stepped out of them, you moved to remove your underwear when he grasped your wrist tightly.   “No,” he said. “Not yet.” Professor Snape pushed you forward slightly with a warm hand on the base of your back. “Grasp each side of the desk and bend over. Legs spread.” You complied silently, the knot of desire in your stomach was becoming very hard to ignore as he lowered himself to his knees, his face level with your cunt. “My my,” He whispered against the inside of your thigh, you shuddered as his warm breath hit the sensitive skin there. “You are positively soaked, Miss (Y/L/N). Is this all for me?” He asked playfully. You groaned as he drew a finger over your clothed sex, your legs trembled as you thrust yourself in his direction. “Was it from me playing with your exquisite breasts that made you this wet, I wonder?” Professor Snape spoke directly to your dripping core, it was uncomfortable with him being so close to you, the odd touch to your neediness but no relief. “Or was it when I struck you?” He mused. You felt a whimper escape your lips, you needed him to touch you. You needed him to make you come. He laughed at your turmoil. “Shall we find out?” He seemed to pause; you could feel a change in him from behind you. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, you are to say ‘Red’ loud and clear. Do you understand?”   “Yes.”   “Yes?”   “Yes…Professor.”

  It was only a second or two before you felt another blow on your behind, this one, rather more painful than the other two had been without the flimsy padding of your trousers. You couldn’t help the small yelp of surprise that left you as he struck you again, this time on the other cheek. You expected the harsh sting of a slap to consume you, but it never did. You found yourself moaning and thrusting your backside up to meet each swing of his hand. You had never experienced anything like the feel of his hands on your bum, the inferno that came from the impact and the delicious pain it brought with it. You felt like you were on fire, you writhed beneath him. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs, tears pricked your eyes with need. You needed him desperately. Gods, you wanted him to fuck you.   “Good girl, you’ve done ever so well.” Professor Snape praised you as he rubbed the sensitive skin of your bum, warm and slightly sore.   “Please.” You whispered into the desk, you weren’t sure if he heard you but then you felt him, his torso against your back, his mouth close to you again.   “Please what?”   “Please touch me! Please fuck me, Professor. I need…I need-!”   “You need what, Miss (Y/L/N)? You need my cock? You need me to make you come?”   “Yes!” You exclaimed exasperated, “Please fuck me! Please sir!” He chuckled again and he removed himself from you, you wanted to roll over onto your back, to see him. But there was a part of your psyche that had taken over, you knew better to do something he hadn’t instructed you to do.   “Would you like me to make you come before I fuck you?” He asked gruffly, he grasped your knickers from the back and thrust them down to your knees. You heard him behind you, he was close enough for you to hear various buttons and zips being used.   “Yes, oh please sir!” You almost squealed, you fought the urge to stamp your foot. You were tired and so full of want; you weren’t sure you would be able to function if he didn’t touch you soon.   “Well, seeing as my good girl asked so politely.” Professor Snape said as though he were speaking through treacle, you thought you would go mad. A gentle finger was pressed against your clit, he drew it at a torturously slow pace over your entrance, swirling it slightly. He plunged it inside you suddenly and slid another in to meet it. You pushed your hips back, desperate for more. You wailed in desperation, Professor Snape seemed to sense your restlessness and curled his fingers inside you, he picked a quick pace and fucked you roughly with his fingers. He brought his other hand over your thigh and began rubbing your clit. It was incredible, after all his teasing, he was finally touching you. A slew of curses left your lips as you gyrated against his skilful fingers, desperate for relief. You heard him groan as a new trickle of wetness left you as he removed his fingers, to double his efforts on your clit. He rubbed from side to side, his fingers hard against you and you bit down on your lip. You hadn’t realised until now how much restraint Professor Snape had been showing, he pressed his hips against your core as if involuntarily as you felt that tight coil inside as it began to unfurl.   “Oh Professor,” You gasped, “I’m going to-”   “Yes, you come! Good girl, come all over my fingers.” He commanded breathlessly, he quickened his pace and you came undone, it was visceral, and you cried out, your legs almost buckled under the pressure of your orgasm. He rubbed you until he was sure your orgasm had subsided, only when you relented in your whimpering did he slide his cock against your slick folds.

  He entered you slowly, you were grateful for the time to adjust to his girth before you began to move your hips against him. He grappled at your arms and folded them behind your back.   “Hold on to the elbow of your other arm.” Professor Snape commanded and you did so without question. It appeared his gentleness was at an end as he thrust into you, filling you to the hilt. You hissed at the decadent pain that accompanied it, you felt full of him. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, to be taken in this manner. His thrusts were swift, sharp and unrelenting. Like he wasn’t fucking you to make you feel good, it was all for him and that just turned you on more. You moaned with every flick of his hips as he reached deep inside you, eliciting pleasure with every movement.   “You take my cock like a slut, is that what you are?” He demanded; his voice strained from the effort. You tried to answer him, but the only thing you could do was moan. The filth that was falling from his lips was like the most beautiful music you had ever heard; his deep baritone was all encompassing as he slapped your backside once more. “Answer me, girl!”   “Yes! Yes sir!”   “And,” He panted, he reached one hand between your legs to play with your clit. “Do you love my cock?”   “Yes sir, I love it!” You cried; the pleasure was almost too much. He was fucking you hard, his fingers were quick against you and you found yourself being flung towards the wall of your orgasm.   “Say it…again!”   “I love your cock sir!” He slapped your clit as you came; you cried his name as your orgasm rose to heights previously uncharted and you sobbed. You were hot and sticky and so completely spent, but he didn’t stop. He continued in pursuit of his own release, your name sizzling on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy until he finally burst inside you. One, two, three more pumps into you before he collapsed on top of you. His face against your shoulder blades, he panted between the sloppy kisses he placed there, his hands coming to your arms to release them from their position. Your arms ached as they flopped to your sides.

  Professor Snape pulled out of you gently and placed his hands either side of your ribs to help you onto your feet. You felt a void in your chest. Now, suddenly empty of him; you felt a longing for the stiff potions master, who had used you so deliciously. You wanted him, again.   “Can you walk?”   “Yes, I think so.” He offered you a quick smirk as you pulled your ruined knickers up from around your knees.   “Good,” He said. “You can accompany me back to my rooms.” It wasn’t a question. Professor Snape chuckled darkly at your apparent shocked expression. He closed the gap between you in one swift movement and brought his lips to yours tenderly. “You’ve been a very good girl, Miss (Y/L/N). I should like to look after you this evening. Somewhere a little more…private.” You nodded and averted your eyes, you began to pick up your clothes and dress quickly. You wondered almost incredulously if Professor Snape desired your company as much as you desired his.   “Does that sound agreeable, Miss (Y/L/N)”   “Oh yes, sir.” You answered quickly, your eyes found his already dark with a renewed desire.   “Good, because I think I would like to fuck you again. Once we have had the chance to bathe that is, I’m sure you’ll find my quarters adequate.” He said with a small smile. “Then I might help you with your marking.”

Marking. One thing you hadn’t thought about when you agreed to return to Hogwarts. It certainly didn’t seem so much like a chore anymore.

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Stuck With You (Chapter Ten) - Draco Malfoy

A/N: aaahhhh xD sorry this took a little while longer, my writer's block was the worst! but I thankfully was able to manage this part! thank you again all so much for all the love this story is getting! you guys are the best! xD

Warnings: fight (not physical), mentions of death and sad reader dealing with sad situations basically

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Stuck With You

So lock the door And throw out the key Can't fight this no more

"Are you okay?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure? Because... you... have already watered the Bouncing Bulbs" Neville said, shyly. "Three times."

You turned to look at the plant you were watering and saw that it was basically flooded, quickly removing your watering can.

"I'm sorry" you said, quietly.

"Are you alright?" Neville asked, worriedly.

"Yeah... I don't know" you admitted.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, walking over to you. "Is it because of what happened at Ron and Hermione's wedding?"

"I don't know!" you snapped a little at your two friends. "Sorry... I'm just in a weird mood" you said.

Neville was about to say something when you heard the bell ringing, signaling for a new customer entering the store. The three of you turned to look at the door, revealing the second oldest Weasley brother standing there. Both Dean and Neville stepped closer, standing in front of you.

"May we help you, Charlie?" Neville asked, trying to sound polite.

"Hey guys" he said awkwardly. "Actually, I... wanted to talk to you" he said, looking at you, as you gripped your watering can tighter.

"I really don't think that's the best idea, mate-" Dean started. He had forgotten how protective Neville and Dean were of you.

"It's okay" you said, quietly.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked and you nodded. "Alright. We'll be in the back if you need us" he said, walking over to the back of the shop with Neville following him.

"Hey” Charlie said, awkwardly, standing in his place.

"Charles" you said with a serious expression.

"Could I... maybe take you out to lunch?" he said, hopeful. You debated it for a moment but you knew that he needed this more than you did so you nodded before you told Dean and Neville that you would be taking your lunch break.

Once you were both sitting at the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for your lunch, you sighed and decided to start.

"I thought you'd be back in Romania by now" you told him.

"There was something I needed to do first" he told you. You simply looked at him waiting for him to go on so he did. "(Y/N), what I said to you" he said regretfully. "I can't believe I said those things to you... I am so sorry" he said sincerely. "And not just at the wedding but... before as well. I had no right to speak to you like that and I understand if you don't ever want to forgive me, but please, you have to believe how sorry I am" he begged. "I didn't mean any of it-"

"I know" you said quietly. "I know you're sorry, Charlie" you smiled at him. "But... you did mean it" you told him.

"No, I swear, I didn't" he argued.

"Yeah, you did" you assured him. "But... not for me" you told him. Charlie's expression softened, understanding what you were telling him and he let out a sad smile. "Am I wrong?"

"You're just like him" he said, looking away.

"Well, that is the nicest thing you've said to me in our last three interactions" you said with a small smile.

"I really am sorry" he repeated.

"I know" you said, nodding. "And I forgive you" you assured him.

"How can you forgive me just like that? I said horrible things to you!"

"Because I know you're hurting" you said, grabbing his hand. "And I know why... because I have been there" you reminded him.

"How did you know?"

"You can't say his name" you said, looking away. "You can't say Daniel's name, can you?" you said, seeing him cringe when you said it. "And you react like that when someone else says it" you pointed out. "I know because... I recognize the look on your face" you told him.

"What look is that?"

"Guilt" you replied.

"You feel it too?" You nodded. "Does it ever go away?"

"If it does, I'll let you know" you said with a small chuckle.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, but not with anger. "Why did you go back to your parents? And married Malfoy?"

You sighed. "I didn't do it right away" you assured him. "After the battle, I stayed with George for a while" you reminded him. "And then Dean and Neville" you continued. "But they all had... someone, you know? And it was as if I was the only one that didn't anymore" you said, looking down. "I started feeling alone" you admitted. "I didn't have any family left-"

"That's not true. You still had us-"

"You? You left for Romania the first chance you got!"

"I couldn't stay here-"

"Well, neither could I!" you snapped a little. "Do you think I could face your family after the battle? Trust me, I was just as surprised as you were that they didn't all talk to me the way you did at Ron's wedding!" you said with a few tears escaping your eyes. "I just... I just thought... with Daniel being gone... maybe my parents changed, you know?"

"And did they?"

"What do you think?" you said with a sarcastic laugh. "I mean, they were happy to see me back and wasted no time arranging my marriage with Draco but... I have seen them twice in the past year" you told him. "I guess some things never change" you muttered.

"What about Malfoy?"

"What about him?"

"I'm not asking to give you a hard time, I promise" he assured you. "I want to make sure that you're okay" he said.

"I am okay" you replied. "It's... bizarre but.. a good kind of bizarre, you know?" you said. "He's really changed, Charlie" you assured him.

"Does he make you happy?"

"He does."

"Do you... love him?"

You sighed again. "He told me he loved me, the night of Ron's wedding" you finally admitted out loud.

"He did?" You nodded. "Had he said it before?" You shook your head. "What did you say?"

"Nothing" you sighed. "I think he thought I was asleep" you told him.

"And... how do you feel about it?"

"I don't know" you muttered.

"Do you love him?"

"I think I do" you replied.

"So... what's the problem?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that the last time I said that to someone, it was to your brother and he died later that day!"

"Fred would have wanted you to be happy, you know that, right?" Charlie said, grabbing your hand in his.

"So would Daniel" you informed him making Charlie smile slightly.

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"Love?"

"Yes?" you asked, looking up from your book and into the kitchen.

"Could you come in here, please?"

Something in Draco's voice told you that there was a problem. You confirmed your suspicion when you walked into the kitchen and the entire floor was covered in water and bubbles.

"Draco! What did you do?"

"I was trying to wash our clothes!" he argued, making you look at the washing machine, where the flood was coming from.

"With what, exactly?" you said, walking over there, and slipping halfway through.

"(Y/N)!" Draco said walking towards you and slipping too.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous" you said, grabbing your wand and quickly casting a cleaning spell, making the water starting to dry up, and then you pointed it at the washing machine to turn it off. Draco quickly helped you up holding you close so you wouldn't slip again.

"Sorry, love" he said, blushing a little.

"What did you use?" you asked, confused. Draco grabbed the box of soap on top of the machine and showed it to you. "Draco" you said, with a small chuckle. "This is to wash dishes, love" you informed him.

"It is?" he asked, reading the box.

"Yes" you said, walking over to the machine and getting the clothes out. "It's fine, we just have to clean up and then put in the right detergent-" you stopped talking, freezing when you recognized the fabric in your hands. "Draco, what did you do?" you whispered, feeling your hands shaking.

"I told you, love, I was trying to-"

"No!" you said getting up and showing him the sweater in your hands. "What did you do?!" you snapped.

"What-?"

"This is ruined!" you said, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks. Your green sweater was completely torn apart.

Draco arched an eyebrow at you, still confused, and tried to take it away from you. "I thought you said-"

"You don't wash this in the washing machine, Draco!" you yelled.

"Love, calm down, is just a sweater-"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? You ruined my sweater!"

"What is the big deal? It was old, anyway, I can get you a new sweater-"

"I don't want a new sweater, Draco!" you glared at him. "I want this sweater! and you ruined it-"

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Didn't you?" you snapped.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" you yelled at him.

"Don't be ridiculous! Why would I ruin your sweater on purpose?"

"I don't know, you've always hated it!"

"Because I don't understand why you even have it!"

"Exactly! You don't understand because it has nothing to do with you!"

"It's a stupid sweater!"

"It is NOT a stupid sweater!"

"Yes, it is! It is just a sweater! I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this!"

"Because this sweater meant something to me-"

"Why? Because it was his?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.

You froze when the words came out of Draco. He knew you had heard him when he told you he loved you. You had been acting strange ever since, and he also knew the reason was the former owner of that sweater.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Draco" you muttered, trying to walk out of the kitchen, but he pulled you back by your arm.

"Yes, I do!" he snapped. "You don't get to yell at me and then walk out-"

"I can't talk to you right now!"

"Yeah, apparently, you're getting really good at that!"

"Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what it means" he glared at you. Of course, you knew. You hadn't said it back. He knew you heard him that night.

"That has nothing to do with this, Draco" you said, getting even more upset.

"Doesn't it?" Draco kept going. He knew he couldn't back down now. "Isn't that why you haven't said it?" he said, with an arched eyebrow. "Why you have been more distant this past couple of weeks?" he said, walking towards you. "Why you're making a fuss about this stupid sweater?"

"Shut up!" you snapped. "You have no idea what this sweater means to me! And you have no right to-"

"It is nothing but a sweater, (Y/N). The fact that you hold on to it because it used to be Fred Weasley's doesn't make it any-"

"SHUT UP!" you yelled back at him, your breathing becoming heavier. "Don't say his name" you said between clenched teeth.

"Why? Because he was your boyfriend?" Draco knew he was pushing you by now, but he couldn't stop. "Is he the reason why you won't say it back-?"

"Stop it, Draco!"

"No! I at least deserve an explanation!"

"I can't give that to you right now!" you said, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why not? Because of him?"

"Because you don't know what it's like to lose someone you love!" you snapped before you could stop herself.

As soon as you said it, you regretted it. You just sounded like the men that were threatening him long ago. You felt your heart aching when you saw the broken look on his face.

"And you're what? Holding on to the last of him?"

"Draco, please stop" you said, clinging on to the sweater for dear life.

He knew he was letting his feelings get the best of him. He knew he was pushing you and that you were really close to the edge. But he couldn't take it anymore. You had completely changed your behavior towards him since that night and it was driving him crazy.

"He's gone! And you, holding on to his old sweater is not going to bring Fred back-"

Draco was cut off when he felt your hand collapsing with his cheek. He stared blankly back at you, as you cried even harder with your hand over your mouth.

"Don't ever say his name again!" you snapped before you walked out of the kitchen and into your room, slamming the door behind you.

Draco let out a frustrated sigh, running his hands through his hair and quickly cleaning the mess around him. He had gone too far. He then plopped down on the sofa, knowing that, even if he was upset with you, there was something more that you weren't telling him. There was some reason why Fred was such a touchy subject with you. He remembered what Dean told him at Ron's wedding. You were going to push him away. But there was no way he was going to let you. You might just need some time.

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You kept tossing and turning around in your bed. You couldn't sleep. You knew this would happen. You got used to sleeping with Draco next to you. You were even on your side of the bed, not in the middle like you were used to before. The worst part was why you couldn't sleep. It wasn't because you were still mad at Draco, which you were. Or because you were cold and your favorite sweater was ruined. It was because you were worried that Draco would have a nightmare if you weren't there. You knew you were being unfair to him. He was trying to do something nice for you and is not like he ruined it on purpose. You sighed, knowing there was no way you were going to be able to sleep without him, and got up from your bed. You walked over to Draco's room and knocked on the door, not wanting to upset him even more.

"Draco?" you said, opening the door only barely.

Draco laid on his bed, wide awake, but as soon as he heard the knock on the door, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He knew he was not going to be able to sleep without you, but there was no way he was going to cave. This fight was not his fault. It had been an accident and you had completely overreacted about the whole situation. it escalated badly, he would admit that, but you also said some hurtful things. And the truth was, he was a bit proud at the fact that you couldn't sleep without him either. He felt a weight on his bed, and he knew you sat next to him.

You smiled sadly at the fact that Draco was sound asleep without you, but you leaned in and kissed his forehead before you got back up. Draco panicked a little, thinking you were going to go back to your room but was confused when he heard his closet opening instead. He opened his eyes and saw you grabbing one of his sweaters and he felt himself smile slightly. He then saw you climb out his window and sitting on the roof. He was now wide awake, paying full attention to his wife, wanting to know what was going on through your head. Luckily for him, after a while, you started speaking to someone.

"Hi F-" you stopped and took a deep breath. "It's me" you continued. "I promise I will be able to say your name out loud one day" you said, feeling your eyes slowly watering. "If George has a boy, he will be my godson so I will definitely have to" you said with a chuckle. "Sorry to interrupt. I know you're probably busy up there doing... Merlin knows what mischief you're up to" you said with a soft laugh. "I know it's... been a while since I've spoken to you" you continued. "I think it was the night before my wedding..."

Draco knew he shouldn't be listening to this. But he couldn't stop himself. He really loved you and he needed to know if there was any way that you would ever love him back.

"I was really nervous" you continued. "I had no idea if I was making the biggest mistake of my life" you said with a few tears escaping your eyes. "And I really needed you" you said, with your voice breaking. "Like I need you now" you kept going with more tears rolling down your face. Draco felt his heart clenching in pain but he could not take his eyes off you. "See, I think that... I have been holding myself back from falling in love again. And... I think it's because I can't let you go" you said, wiping your tears away only for new ones to appear. "I don't know if what we had was love or... what it was" you muttered. "But... it felt like it. Whatever it was, I just..." you cried a little more. "I can't do this anymore" you said, hugging your knees to your chest, with your voice breaking. "I am so s-sorry" you broke down again.

Draco wanted nothing more than to hug you and make you stop crying. He didn't even realize a few tears escaping from his eyes too. He couldn't help it. Your voice had so much pain in it. It ached him to see you like this.

"I am so s-sorry, F-" you tried between sobs but you couldn't let yourself say it. "For fucks sake!" you snapped at yourself. "I want to move on from you" you said after calming yourself down. "I need to move on from you" you admitted. "Draco did a nice thing for me today and I snapped at him like a crazy idiot" you confessed, making Draco smile just a little. "He destroyed your sweater" you muttered. "I know he didn't mean to is just... it was the only thing left I had from you" you said quietly. "I guess I wasn't ready to say goodbye to it" you continued. "Because I'm not ready to say goodbye to you" you said, looking back up at the stars.

Draco felt his heart breaking. Maybe you weren't ready to be with him yet. He could sense so much hurting in your voice and something else he wasn't quite sure what it was. But he knew that you were still in love with Fred. Maybe there wasn't room for him in your heart. But then you kept going.

"B-but I have to" you said. "I know I talked to you on the night before my wedding because I was scared" you said, with a few more tears escaping from your eyes. "But Draco..." you said, feeling a smile on your lips. "He made me feel... happy again and... alive" you continued, making Draco smile now. "And I..." you said, sighing. "I love him" you said "I really love him" feeling a wave of relief in your heart and so did Draco. "I'm just scared because... well, you were the last person I ever said that to, and well... I just don't want to lose him" you admitted. "So... I have to ask this" you said, taking a deep breath and looking at the stars. "Would it be okay if I moved on?"

Draco's heart melted a little. You did love him. So much, you were desperately trying to move on even if something was holding you back.

"I realize that you have no way of answering that but... I just thought-" before you could keep going you felt the wind getting stronger, making some leaves on the roof fly in your direction. You smiled silently letting the breeze hit your face and smiling up at the stars. "Well, I guess this is it" you said, wiping off your tears and standing up. "Thank you... F-" you took a deep breath and knew it was time. "Thank you, F-Fred" you managed to say, feeling a weight being lifted off your chest. Draco quickly turned around, pretending to be asleep again. You climbed back through the window and looked back one more time. "Goodbye, Freddie" you whispered before walking over to Draco's bed.

You snuggled in closer to him and pulled one of his arms over you, burying your face in his chest. You felt him tightening his grip on you and you knew he was awake, even if you thought it was just now.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered, pretending to be confused.

"I didn't want you to have a nightmare" you replied, looking up at him. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. And... for everything" you said. Draco opened his eyes and met yours.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you or said what I did" he told you. "And I'm really sorry about your sweater, love" he said, kissing your forehead as he held you closer.

"It's okay... I got a new one" you said, with a small smile.

"Does that mean I'm not going to get it back?"

"No" you said, closing her eyes. "It's mine now."

"Fair enough" he said, finally falling asleep.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4] [Ch.5] [Ch.6] [Ch.7] [Ch.8] [Ch.9] [Ch.11] [Ch.12] [Ch.13] [Epilogue]

A/N: aahh xD I hope you guys liked it!

[slytherinwh0re]

Dinner date

Draco Malfoy x female reader AU

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) and swearing

Summary: Where you and Draco are coworkers and he asks you on a dinner date. 

Masterlist

You need a drink.

The job of an auror is always difficult but this week was so busy you’ve had absolutely no time to yourself. Thank Merlin it’s Friday and you have the rest of the weekend off.

Once you walk into The Leaky Cauldron you go straight for the bar, Tom already pouring your drink. You give him a small thank you as he walks away to attend to the rest of the packed bar, it is Friday after all. The brandy burns your throat slightly but it’s exactly what you need right now.

You look over at the man taking a seat next to you immediately recognizing him as your coworker, Draco Malfoy. You went to Hogwarts together but never talked until after the battle when you both received jobs as aurors at the ministry. Many people still didn’t trust him completely because of his father’s choices but now he’s a man who chooses for himself and there’s no denying his change in character. He’s a good man and proved himself to be a great wizard.

You see him often at the ministry but any conversation with Malfoy is about work and maybe a quick hi here and there. He does his job and keeps to himself.

“Busy week wasn’t it (y/l/n)?” He looks tired but handsome nonetheless.

“Bloody horrible, I’ve been looking forward to this drink all week Malfoy.” You take another swig to prove your point.

“You and I both, tell you what, next rounds on me and call me Draco.” He slap a few galleons on the table and Tom brings us each another drink. You can’t help but smile feeling as though you just made a friend in the blonde.

The next hour is full of conversation between you two. Draco is surprisingly easy to talk to and even sorta funny, although that could just be the effects from the Brandy.

“Who would’ve known that Draco Malfoy actually has a sense of humor.” The serious look on his face makes you burst out laughing and you notice he’s trying to keep from smiling.

“I’ve always been hilarious for your information.” This just makes you laugh harder.

“Over dramatic maybe, but funny? I don’t think so.” He can’t hold back his laughter anymore and all you can do is stare at the handsome man in front of you with a big grin on your face.

“Well it’s getting late and I’m completely knackered but I had a great time (y/n). One of my best nights in a while actually. I was wondering if you’d maybe want to come over tomorrow afternoon and I could cook us some dinner?” Your already pink cheeks turned bright red.

“I’d love to Draco.”

***

The next morning while you’re eating breakfast a beautiful white owl taps on your window with a letter from Draco.

(Y/n),

Hope you’re having a good morning, dinner will be ready at 7. See you then.

Draco

You read it at least ten time, letting the fact that you’re going to Draco’s house for a dinner date sink in.

***

Your walk to the Malfoy manor was a short one, the crisp fall air feeling good against your skin. You had decided on wearing your favorite pair of black skinny jeans, the ones that made your ass look great, a cream sweater, and matching cream boots.

You knock on the gigantic wooden door twice and not even 10 second later Draco is letting you in.

“You look amazing (y/n), I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for having me, it smells great.”

As you walk through the house with Draco you’re in awe of how spectacular the entire place is. You’ve never been in a house this big.

“I hope you like ham.” He looks nervous.

“I love it, everything looks amazing. You’ve really out done yourself.” He really did, the ham was in the center surrounded by a ton of side dishes.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made a little bit of everything.” His cheeks were slightly pink as he pulled your chair out for you.

***

Dinner was as amazing as it looked, both of you ate far too much so you went to the living room to lounge around.

You sat on the same couch as Draco facing each other, about a foot apart, each of you with a glass of Brandy on the table, laughing at some ridiculous joke he made. Suddenly he reached his hand out to push a lose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand skimmed against your jaw and grabbed your chin for a second before letting go.

“You’ve always been so beautiful (y/n).” He was so close you could feel his breath on your face. You put your hand on his knee, needing to touch him in some way.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You looked at his lips once before leaning in. Draco met you halfway, finally connecting his lips with yours. It was a short sweet kiss that made your stomach flutter. He brought his thumb up to your bottom lip dragging it across before lightly grabbing your throat with his long fingers and going in for a much rougher kiss, not that you were complaining.

You broke away so you could swing your body so you had one knee on either side of his legs straddling him. He put his hands on your hips as you kissed him again, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you shifted your hips slightly making him groan, holding onto them tighter.

Your reach for his shirt, Draco takes one hand behind his head and yanks it off in one swift motion. That was possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed. He reaches for the hem of your sweater, fingers grazing your bare skin.

“May I?”

Instead of answering you take the sweater off yourself showing off your deep green bra.

“I love the color.” He smirks at you knowingly.

“I thought you might.” You giggle as he starts leaving open mouth kisses on the tops of your breast. You reach around to unclasp the material, feeling way too impatient to wait for him to do it. You let it fall in between your bodies, picking it up and tossing it to the end of the couch. His hands move from your hips, running across the sides of your body.

Draco looks right at you when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, making you throw your head back and moan quietly. You feel him straining against his jeans so you start moving your hips in small circles. You grab his belt and undo it quickly, you unbutton his jeans, and slowly slide yourself down until you’re kneeling in between his knees on the floor.

“You look so sexy love. You gonna suck my dick for me pretty girl?” You bite your lip and nod, never breaking eye contact with him. You grab his pants and boxer and pull them down, his big length slapping him in the stomach.

You wrap your small hand around him, slowly pumping him. You lick a bold stripe up the base of his length making him hiss and then you’re taking him in your mouth. Draco grabs your hair from falling into your face and you hollow your cheeks, sucking harder. You love how in control you feel of the sexy man in front of you. You twist your hand at his base in rythm with your mouth as you look up at him.

He pulls your head back by the hair, makes you stand up and starts taking off your pants.

“These jeans have been driving me crazy all night but I think they’ll look better off.” He slide them down your legs along with your underwear. He sits back on the couch so he could look at you standing completely naked in front of him groaning more to himself about how perfect you are.

You climb back on to his lap so your straddling him again, this time grabbing his dick and slowly stroking it inbetween your soaked folds. You’ve been soaked since he grabbed you throat. Finally you can’t take it anymore, you sink down until you’re sitting all the way on him. You can’t help the loud moans that leave your mouth as you bounce up and down on him.

He’s sitting back, his hands roaming your entire body, finally resting on your ass. One hand smacking down on it, the feeling causing you to scream his name.

“Scream my name (y/n), let everyone know you’re mine.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back so he has better access to your neck and starts laying kisses everywhere, sucking on certain spots, leaving dark marks. One hand is on your hips and he starts thrusting up, meeting your hips with his, his name falling from your lips continuously.

“Draco I’m gonna cum, I’m so close.” You feel the knot in your abdomen tightening more with every bounce, his hand in your hair moves down to your clit. He rubs it with his thumb, tracing figure eights onto you while you lean back, a hand on each of his knees.

“Cum for me (y/n), you look so fucking sexy riding my dick, such a good girl.” With one final flick of his thumb on your clit you come undone. Your ears are ringing and all you see are stars. Second later Draco’s spilling in to you, his face in the crook of your neck.

You both clean yourselves up quietly, he hands you his tshirt to put on and you do so without question. It smells just like him.

“Spend the night with me?” He’s looking right at you and you know you’re a goner.

“Only if you get me another cup of Brandy.” He laughs quietly while pulling up his jeans.

“Sounds good, I was gonna make you hang out with me tomorrow anyways.”

[wandsandwheezes]

Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH3

one // two

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff.

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

A/N // Just a quick one to say a massive thank you for the 800 of you have chosen to follow me and my work! I’m absolutely over the moon and once again I am filled with so many emotions that I don’t know how to process, so once again thank you, frim the bottom of my heart 💕

You were gasping for air, begging to have a moment to let out your sultry moans as the power of your orgasm washed over you. After a gentle shower together earlier, George pulled his old Gryffindor sweater on you, and it lit a fire inside him that was fuelling high, after high, after high, fucking his girl possessively into his sweater, until you were an absolute mess for him.  Only when the garment had served its purpose did it come off again. These were the things George wished he could brag about to his mates, he wished he could quip back when they were talking about how good their sex life was, he wanted to be able to boast about his ability to make you cum over and over again for him. But a part of him was glad he could keep that a secret because he didn't want anyone else picturing your sweet little moans other than him.

The rise and fall of both of your chests as you lay in George's arms, naked skin pressed against each other. Your eyes were still glazed over, still blissed out as you traced small circles on his chest. His large hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly, as he mumbled soft words of praise as his lips pressed into your hair. "You did so good for me princess, Such a good girl for me, what can I get for you? Tea, water, a snack?" 

You pulled him closer, leg still wrapped around his as you did. He was the one who was good to you, this was the intimate side of George that nobody else saw, It made you feel special, unlike you'd ever felt before. "Can we have tea, baby?" he hummed simply, moving to go make it, you whined wanting to pull him closer. "Take me with you." you pouted, making grabby hands at him, he rolled his eyes, still smiling at how needy you could be, as he went to pick you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as you sat attached to his hip.

"Cherry says I have to kiss Fred at the launch." you mumbled, as you heard him flick the kettle on. He sat you up on the counter as he looked at you with all seriousness. "You don't have to do anything you aren't ready to do." he stated it so quickly, turning around to grab some mugs from the cupboard and place them by the kettle. When he faced you again his hands were on your thighs, he caught your lips in a sweet kiss, hoping to brighten your spirits.

"She's your publicist, not a dictator. You're your own person, baby, You set the boundaries." He was so understanding, because he knew there was nothing he could do about the fake relationship between his brother and yourself. It was the one thing out of his control and he'd learned to let it go. He was resting his forehead against yours, just staring into your eyes lovingly, no words needed between the two of you as he waited for the water to boil. He made the tea for you both, carrying the cups upstairs, following behind you as he marvelled at how classic abs beautiful it was to see you walk up the stairs while naked.

Like usual, George woke up early for his shift at the store, today however he climbed back into bed, fully suited and booted for the day, to give you a kiss and a cuddle goodbye. You grumbled as he tried to pull away, "Please stay, Daddy, I need more kisses." he groaned, flipping you over so he could pin your shoulders to the bed, his hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking you from staring into his darkening eyes. "Baby girl, if I wasn't late I'd be ravishing you right now." your fingers pushed through his long hair, pushing it out of his face with a cheeky smile, keeping his head in your hands so you could pepper kisses over his face. "Just your fingers quickly, daddy, please" your hips were bucking up, hoping to catch some release. He contemplated it, one of his hands leaving your shoulder so that his fingertips could trail softly over your hip, ghosting millimetres over your clit, before plunging his first two fingers inside you slowly, using a scissoring motion to stretch you out as he felt the inside of your already dripping cunt, your hips were now bucking against his fingers, trying to chase a release, just as soon as he'd started he was pulling away completely from you, getting up off the bed, suckling his fingers into his mouth. "You taste amazing, I want that cunt dripping for me when I'm home, understand?" you nodded eagerly as pressed a kiss to your swollen lips before apparating to the shop with a fast pop, leaving his tired and needy girl splayed out on his bed. 

After sneaking in a small nap, you awoke to get ready for your day, searching through your bag to find the day's outfit. As you squat down, you realise just how sore your thighs are, you were unsure if that was due to a piss poor stretch after last night's training or the last few evenings with George, you laughed to yourself as you pulled your fresh clothes on. You text George, after making the bed, smiling at the love he always showed you. 

<< My thighs hurt today :(( x

>> I'll pick up some gel from the quidditch shop if you want x

>> on the condition that you let me massage it in later ;) x

<< you're a tease, Georgie, I'll be fine x

>> you're a stubborn git, I'll buy you some anyway x

You took the short walk from George's house to Diagon Alley, the slightly bitter wind ripped past your eyes, but the heat of the gleaming sun made it that little warmer. You text Fred to let him know you were on your way. 

<< I'm not too far away, still up for Coffee? Meet me there x

As soon as you'd walked through the entrance at the leaky cauldron, reporters were on your toes, "What are your plans today, Miss L/N?" you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Can we expect any more kisses from you and Fred?" You Ignored them all as you took the short walk straight towards the coffee shop. 

Inside Fred's office, the man was just pulling on his coat when George stood in the doorway. "I have a preposition, Freddie." the older twin nodded, waving his hand to allow his brother in, George shutting the door behind him. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day about swapping and I think it would be cool, you know If you wanted to." George was awkwardly scratching behind his neck, eyes trailing to the floor. "I don't know George, I don't think you'd be able to handle the cameras and the couple thing," George huffed a little, "At least just let me give it a try, what about the product launch this weekend." 

Fred squinted his eyes, thinking for a few moments, "I see what you're doing." he stated, George cocked his head to the side in confusion, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "You do?" Fred's chuckle filled the room, "I can read you like a book George, you want a taste of that relationship life, I get it, it sure is lonely with just your hand." The younger of the two was really biting his tongue to stop himself from spilling six years of secrets. His hands clenching a little in his pockets little, but Fred continued, "I'm off on my date, either way, I think If I butter her up correctly, It won't just be my hand I have to use tonight." Fred was still laughing as he left the office, leaving the door ajar as he swiftly made his way out of the shop. 

George was seething, He didn't often have problems with his anger but today was an exception, He muttered to one of the workers that he would be found in his office for emergency only, slamming the door so loud behind him that the clap reverberated through the whole shop, sending the chatter into complete silence for the moment before the laughter erupted again. 

Fred saw you outside the coffee shop, his hand pressed to your lower back as he pulled you into a hug. Cherry insisted that at least once a week there would be a public date that would allow for some publicity, you decided on the coffee shop more often than not because it was a simple way of of showing the press that you did indeed meet outside of press events and helped to give some form of validity to your fake relationship, he pressed a kiss to your temple as you both waited in line, something that was sure to be captured replayed over and over in at least one magazine or paper tomorrow.  

While you and Fred were laughing over coffee and a shared piece of cake, George was replaying the conversation with Fred over and over in his head. He’d ripped up the order forms, the pieces of paper scattered all over the floor, but quite frankly he couldn’t give a fuck, even if the world right now was ending he’d still be focused on the words that spilt so easily from Fred’s lips. It made him sick to his stomach that his twin simply found you to be so easy that you’d give in with a little persuasion, sure if it was George doing the persuading it wouldn’t take more than a kiss and a look, but with anyone else surely you weren't ready to just sink to your knees and give it all up. George was tapping away furiously on his phone, letting you know exactly how he felt. 

“So, how’s training going?” Fred asked, bringing the coffee mug up to his lips, He’d already scraped all of the cream off of the top and was ready to sip on the sweet caramel latte, Fred’s drink choices were a far cry from what George drank, the one time he’d tried a bit of your festive latte some years ago, he promised to never drink one again, sticking to his simple americanos and teas. Fred however, liked to sweeten up his drinks, especially as it drew into winter, you remember a little blush on his cheeks at the irony of the ginger boy asking for a gingerbread latte. You responded to his question with a small shake of your head and a exhaling laugh, “It’s tough, coach works us hard as always, It’s like Oliver and Hooch combined into one - no rest.” he laughs, shaking the image from his thought “I don’t want to think of anything that puts Wood and Hooch in the same person.” you began to laugh with him, your fingers circling over the rim of the coffee cup. Your phone began to buzz, the first one you ignored, but when they kept coming, you picked it up, looking at the messages.

>> I’m fucking fuming right now, Y/N

>> I wish you were here bouncing on my cock with the door wide open for all of the shop to hear

>> You better call your coach and tell her you won’t be going to practice because you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. 

>> you’re nothing but a good, pretty little slut for me, aren’t you?

You had to choke down the lump in your throat as you read the messages that were pouring in, getting more and more vulgar as they came. You had absolutely no idea quite what had gotten into George, but nevertheless it made you ache for him. Your stomach felt like it was doing somersaults as you read the latest one. 

>> I’m gonna send you to heaven and back, princess.

>> Remember what I said this morning, I want you to keep that cunt soaked for me. 

You put your phone face down onto the table, taking a deep breath. “Hello… Earth to Y/N?” your eyes snapped up to the man in front of you, seeing Fred waving his hand in front of your face with a laugh. “You okay, love?” You were blinking so slowly, internalising the messages George had sent you, a thousand images of his hands running all over your body, the sounds of harmonising breaths and the feel of open-mouthed kisses against intimate areas of skin. You were squeezing your thighs together out of habit and out of a need for some friction, your mouth had gone completely dry as you tried to croak out a response to Fred. “Oh, yeah, I’m okay Freddie.”

“What was sending your phone off like that?” he questioned, you weren't sure how to tell the curious boy in front of you that his twin brother was telling his girlfriend in detail how he wanted to absolutely rail her, instead opting for a more simple to explain response, “Oh, It’s just Cherry sending outfit ideas for the launch this weekend, you know how she gets…” he nodded in agreement, his hand reaching across the table to hold yours, It was a sweet gesture but something that felt too foreign to be comfortable. “Shall we head back? You offered, spooning the last piece of the cake into your mouth, Fred nodded. 

When you entered the shop, it was too quiet for comfort, you smiled at one of the workers politely as you looked around for any sign of George. When you realised he was nowhere to be seen your eyes settled on Fred who was now shrugging off his jacket, he sighed, as he looked back at you, seeing you lost in your own thoughts once again. His long strides brought him to you quickly, his hands were placed on your shoulders as he stood in front of you. His grip wasn't like your lover's, it was icy and vice-like and for the second time today discomfort fell to the pit of your stomach, It was only when he tilted your chin up and was leaning in that you felt like the coffee and cake that you had eaten was coming back up. Your limbs were forcing you away from the situation as if your fight or flight had just kicked in and suddenly, any ease you once felt around Fred had diminished. 

“Jesus, Y/N, what’s so repulsive about me that you can’t even kiss me!” He was speaking quietly, not wanting to cause a scene, his eyes were glazed over with a sadness you had only seen during the war, he took a deep breath before choking out. “You’re supposed to be my girlfriend.” His words hit you like a tonne of bricks, the whole situation felt like a car out of control and suddenly you were in the driver’s seat, there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it, you were waiting for the inevitable crash and burn. 

“But I’m not, am I Freddie?” the nickname you gave him suddenly felt like a dagger straight to the chest, or like a chokehold. He’d been winded, because he realised as he watched you storm out of the shop, that the relationship he had with her was simply a show and he was dumb enough to fall for the ruse. Fred was in love with you. 

///TO BE CONTINUED///  chapter four >>>>

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