#Penny x Rowan

[fishnchip3011]

seb & rowan: 10 million years of endless pining

wren & alex: You. Me. Make out sloppy style. Now

[catohphm]

HPHM Ship Week '24 Day One - Quidditch

The Day before the Match

Special thanks to @autisticarachnid and @eternalchaoschocolaterain.

This is the first of my fic for @hphm-ship-week! I have been writing a trilogy of short fics about my main MC x Canon ship over the summer for this event. It is my MC Cato paired with Penny Haywood, which I like to call Reesewood. I've been long-awaiting for it to come and now it's here. These were so fun to brainstorm and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed creating them!<3

The fic begins after clicking the "keep reading" cut below.

The next day would be the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Cato Reese, one of the Ravenclaw team’s chasers, had been trying his best to focus on transfiguration homework. He was in the courtyard studying with Rowan to complete the assignments. They had just finished for the day when Rowan saw his best friend looking concerned.

“What are you thinking about, Cato? You can say, I won’t assume anything.”

“I’m having a hard time getting my mind off the match tomorrow, Rowan.”

He leaned in closer to Cato “I get uneasy whenever something big comes up too. It’s never stopped us from passing exams or being on time with homework, even the vaults.”

“Well, I’ve been trying to figure out why it’s hard to keep those thoughts to the side. I think it's because every challenge is different, so are the steps.”

Putting up his hand up to his cheek, Rowan commented in a thoughtful tone. “Hmmm, I see where you’re coming from on that. I doubt it is necessarily a problem, though.”

Cato quickly paused and elaborated “I’ve been trying to remind myself of that. It’s hard because there are so many things going on.”

Something clicked in Rowan. “Ravenclaw honors and values big achievements in learning, being intelligent and knowledgeable.”

“Yes, Rowan. It’s the pressure to do well when you’re dealing with the cursed vaults and people who doubt, or depend on you. I’m trying to enjoy my time here, I’m only fighting them out of a sense of duty.”

Cato’s friend nodded. “I wouldn’t worry about letting anyone down. You’ve got us, your friends. I’m confident you’ll best Slytherin in the game.”

“Thank you! I best put the vaults aside for now. They’re missions that take time to complete.”

Penny was walking by. She saw her friends and approached them

“Hi Cato and Rowan! How’s it going?”

Cato spoke first. “Hi Penny. I was a bit worried how well I’d do in the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin.”

“He’s been stressed somewhat about everyone expecting highly of him.” added Rowan.

“Ahh, I know how hard it is being popular.” Cato and Rowan encouraged her to join them. The Hufflepuff smiled and sat down with her two Ravenclaw friends. 

She then elaborated “Many of our classmates look up to me because of my beauty and my skills at potions. I really do appreciate it, but they must remember it all comes naturally.”

“That’s a great point!” Rowan exclaimed then frowned. “Sadly people these days tend to take those things for granted.”

In a somewhat exhausted tone, Cato reflected “I only wanted to build my skills in magic and make friends at Hogwarts. Never have I imagined in the first place that I’d have such obligations. Schoolwork is one thing, but all it together with quidditch and the vaults is too much.”

Penny and Rowan rested their hands on Cato's shoulders. He looked at both of them on his sides and felt brighter.

“I wouldn't dwell too much on trying to impress or prove to everybody. I try to pay attention to my own work first.” she said.

Rowan added “We can only do the best we can. All we want from you is to be happy, do well in class and stay in touch with you. We're always by your side regardless of what comes, Cato.”

“Thank you, Penny and Rowan, it does mean a lot.” their friend answered with a warm smile and nod.”

Rowan then got up from the bench. “I need to return this book real fast before the library closes. I'll be back.” Cato and Penny nodded in response as their friend went to drop off the book.

With them having a short moment to themselves, Penny then spoke.

“So, Cato, are you still feeling nervous about this at all?” she asked him.

“Still some, I guess. Worrying about getting knocked off my broom by a bludger keeps me going in the game but it's more a hard thought to shake off more than anything, Penny.”

She smiled. “You can always keep me in your thoughts.”

“Ah, Penny, how so?” he asked in a giggly voice.

“Even if you get knocked off your broom by a bludger, I'll be there with you in the hospital wing.”

She then kissed him on the cheek. It made Cato blush a bit and laugh. “How could I never count on you, Penny? You've always done your best to look out for me ever since the day I first faced Merula in a duel, got in trouble just for standing up for Ben and helped me up, get my things when I fell trying to face Rowan about to be late for Charms. That's some real above and beyond stuff.”

“I've always appreciated that about you, Cato. The prophet and those other students, they treated you harshly for what? Stuff your brother did when you were just at home? I could never see any of that being true in the first place. You've always been there to help people who need it, even when you know it goes against the rules.”

“I still did what was right?”

“Yes!” assured Penny. “It doesn't make anything you did less right, Cato. I wouldn't worry about it. Rest up when the time comes for tomorrow, I have faith you'll make an amazing effort for the team!”n

[sailorwritesstuff]

Poly curse breakers brain rot.

Theres so many of you you're practically a friend group/roommates who kiss and sometimes talk about a pet dog. (Or human child. Penny would like a human child.)

The place you stay in is small for the amount of people. 3 bed rooms 2 bath.

Charlie has his own because of how loud he snores and his work schedule is basically dawn to dinner. which leaves the 5 of you scattered between the two other rooms.

The Biggest room is MC, Rowan, and Talbott because they're both clingy and attached to mc. Rowan is Trauma bonded and has a little separation anxiety after being together 24 seven for the last 9 years of life. And Talbott has imprinted like a little bird.

Chiara and Penny get the other room and it smells faintly of rain, lavender, vanilla, exotic plants and potion ingredients at all times. Very homey and Hufflepuffy.

Despite all of the efforts to make sure that everyone has their own space. everyone more often than not ends up in the biggest bed (Charlie's) cuddle piled tangled in each other as the broad shouldered ginger roars like a dragon in his sleep.

Chiara likes to knit gifts (the muggle way) in her free time. Scarves, gloves, and cute little sweaters (not for charlie. never a sweater for Charlie)

Penny brews Chiara's monthly potions and let's Reader help most times.

Talbott isn't super affectionate and sometimes with accidentally refer to his partners by their entire first and last legal name. "Thank you, Chiara Lobosca. I appreciate it."

Darling. He meant to say darling.

Seeing as Penny is the only one who knows anything about the muggle world sometimes she'll take you guys to new places (museums, bowling, the movies. Usual date night things)

The lot of you avoid Molly Weasley like the plague. While she was...sweet during your Hogwarts years she was always particularly pushy when things weren't "traditional" (read as: like her marriage)

She sends letters to talk with Charlie to see how he's been occasionally she asks about you. "How's your friend dear, the one from Christmas? With the....brother."

Talbott plays piano

And Penny plays guitar

Both musical gifted

They'll play for you, just ask.

[livelaughlovewonderwoman]

hogwarts mystery mc every year:

THIS GAME IS MY LIFE NOW

[domaslut]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

x o x o

[mina1007]

The first kiss

I came up with the idea for the Bill and Rowan couple on the theme "An Enchanted Kiss" but different story

@hphm-jeniferltheman @krinkitori

[sagi-babe]

El fandom de hphm con el Talbott "canon" 🤨😒

[eternalchaoschocolaterain]

N.E.W.T.s

A fluffy AU one-shot of Quinn and Merula. No vaults, no R, nothing bad. Just final exams! And a coming out.

Summary: Within no time she had Merula pinned underneath her, arms to her sides. Merula struggled to suppress a smile while Quinn laughed.

‘Admit you’ll miss me.’

‘Maybe if you admit that I’m the best, most powerful witch at Hogwarts.’

‘Never.’

Quinn leaned forward to keep Merula pinned down and became surrounded again by her smell. That flower… Without thinking she leaned closer.

‘You smell nice.’

The words left her mouth before she could stop herself and she froze. Merula froze too, her perfectly pink slim lips slightly parted. Only her eyes moved, as if searching for something.

‘Get off me, you idiot!’

Merula’s snarl made her move again and she did as she was told. ‘I’m sorry, did I hurt you?’

‘No, it’s- Whatever. I’ve got to study.’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48577408

[madelineorionswan]

The Royal Queen: The Journey of a Young Duchess.

Chapter 5: Meeting Charlie Weasley.

Summary: With a whirlwind start to her reign, things are finally starting to wind down in the country, the palace and her personal life. But as she discovers the world of politics, she realises that it might be a bit more complicated than she anticipated. So she hires a professor who teaches law and politics, as her tutor, who goes by the name of Charles Weasley, more commonly known as Charlie by his friends and family. Madeline confronts her parents about her education and later goes to a county fair and dance, where she dances the night away.

Warnings: fencing(?) a pinch of angst and a ton of fluff, swearing(like once)

A/N: The exciting part has officially arrived, and the much anticipated Charlie Weasley has entered the scene!!!!!! I'm internally screaming as I wrote this chapter, cus this is way too exciting !!!!! Hope you enjoy this chapter guys!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters in mention (Except the ones from history) are fictional. The relationships mentioned among these characters aren’t real. I respect all of the characters from history mentioned in the story; the story is in no way written disrespectfully. I am not an expert on history and politics hence the mentions and portrayal of these two subjects are based on my imagination and are not real.

Some time had passed since the coronation and the opening of Parliament. Slowly but surely, the royal household slipped back into the normality of its daily routine at Eallesborough Castle.

Madeline had been rather desolate, always busy with the many new duties her day had been flogged with, never getting a moment for herself. But whenever there were days when she had to only affirm and sign documents or meet the prime minister, Madeline was left to herself, in the eerie silence of her bedroom or office room, where only the scratching of a pen against paper or the rustle of sheets at 11 pm could be heard.

This silence would consume her in depression, like an ominous and dark storm cloud which engulfs every inch of the sky in darkness in its wake. Nights went by without Madeline getting a wink of sleep, staring at the ceiling fan, driving her mad internally, but her face didn't give a single emotion away. After weeks of sleepless nights, Madeline conceded to Rowan's pleading to visit a psychologist for at least one consultation.

Madeline met up with the so-called "Headshrinker" (her words, not Rowan's), with whom, she thought, the meeting would be an absolute waste of time. But surprisingly, it proved to be quite likeable. The doctor diagnosed her with anxiety and depression, prescribing her some medication, and for a while, life went on well.

It was early in the morning when Madeline got up. No one knew where she went, but the moment the staff member, who came with her coffee, was flabbergasted to see her bedroom empty, the whole palace went into panic mode.

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Rakepick got up from her desk abruptly as the head of the household, Mr Hudson, confessed about the missing queen. She immediately ordered Rowan to look around the front entrance of Eallesborough, along with the extra apartments, while she searched around the castle, followed by a bustling group of staff.

Rakepick rolled her eyes, annoyed as she tried to shoo away the annoying staff, whom she found to be like a comb of noisy bees. The staff were quick to scurry away when they saw her furious expression. Rakepick let out a sigh and returned back to search for the missing queen.

While searching around the back hallway leading to the backyard gardens, she abruptly stopped when she heard grunts and the sounds of a sword's movement. Rakepick opened the door and sighed with relief and annoyance when she saw Madeline fencing with a wooden mannequin.

As the tall redhead approached the queen, she quickly ducked away as Madeline made a feint with her sword. Madeline smirked to herself from inside her helmet.

"Care to join me for a round of fencing, Madam Rakepick?" Madeline quirked a brow. She used the tip of her sword to pick up another fencing sword by the handle, spinning it around the tip and then tossing it over to the older woman, who caught it skillfully.

Rakepick quirked her brow at Madeline, who just shrugged and spun her sword in her hand. Taking the opportunity, Rakepick smirked to herself and charged forward with her sword. Madeline quickly blocked her attack and twisted her blade to turn the charge on Rakepick. But Rakepick too proved to be skilful at the sport as she deflected the attack. The two women went on for a couple of minutes, only focused on the other and the movement of their Epee.

In under fifteen minutes, Madeline had gotten a lead, lunging forward with her sword. But Rakepick, taking advantage of the flexible blade, flicked it in such a manner which disarmed Madeline, declaring her the winner.

Madeline gasped as her sword flew out of her hand and fell beside her, the pointed blade sticking to the ground, making the sword stand as straight as a stick. Rakepick smirked to herself as Madeline sighed, but with a smile on her face nonetheless.

She took off her helmet and mask, placing them on the table beside the mannequin and dropped her sword into a bin full of swords as Rakepick did the same with her sword. The pair quietly walked back inside, not quite sure how to start a conversation. When Madeline shut the door to the back yard she let out a soft breath and turned to face her secretary.

"I'm assuming you didn't just come to have a round of fencing Madam Rakepick," Madeline said. Letting a sigh escape her lips, Rakepick cleared her throat.

"Your majesty, it is simply not acceptable that you leave the household for such a long time without anyone's knowing. You have no idea how much it delayed our schedule," she said with a stern voice.

Madeline scoffed, "I'm sure it wasn't as huge of a problem as you make it sound. Besides, I hadn't left the castle. Is it really that hard for the castle to function for at most an hour without me?"

By this time, the two women had started walking, Madeline walking ahead of Rakepick. The latter frowned at the young queen's disregard and sped up her steps to walk beside Madeline, who pretended as if she wasn't annoyed by the women.

"Your majesty, I do hope you remember that you have a meeting with the prime minister in an hour," Rakepick reminded Madeline. She smirked internally knowing full well that the queen had been too busy in her musings to actually remember the meeting.

Not that she cared about her mental state anyway. She only bothered about getting the work done.

Shit, Madeline thought to herself, why does she always end up forgetting meetings? But she didn't show it. As they walked into the main corridor, Madeline sped up her pace and turned to go to the breakfast hall. Before going inside, she turned to speak to Rakepick.

"I think, as the monarch, I'm quite aware of my duties. But I appreciate you reminding me of them," Madeline pressed her lips into a thin smile before heading inside.

"Absolutely ma'am, after all, it is my duty," Rakepick commented, knowing she had irked Madeline. She smirked and left to prepare her files at her office.

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After a hurried breakfast, Madeline was quickly escorted to the study room, where the Prime minister was waiting. She entered the Drawing room, where she saw the Prime Minister sitting with her pet dog, Almond. He was happily lying on the sofa next to Mr Richardson, getting belly rubs from the latter.

When he heard the sound of Madeline's heels clicking on the floor, the dog turned around and looked up at Madeline, launching off the sofa. Madeline laughed as Almond snuggled against her leg. She smiled and ushered him out of the room.

"Good morning, Your Majesty", the Prime Minister, Mr Richardson, said as he got up.

"Good morning, Mr Richardson. I'm sorry for the delay, I was a bit busy earlier", Madeline lied through her teeth and sat down on the single sofa opposite the prime minister, "Now, how about we begin where we left off?"

The prime minister gave a curt nod and brought out a file full of newspaper articles and certain documents passed by the parliament that needed the approval of the Monarch.

The morning passed almost instantly with the discussions of economic fluctuations in the market and diplomatic relations with other countries. While Madeline understood a little of everything, certain aspects of economic disparities and political decisions confounded her.

And she hated it.

She drifted off into her thoughts as Mr Richardson continued talking about financial issues. It annoyed her when she was not sure about all the subjects of discussion. While Mr Richardson had helped her a lot to understand many subjects, Madeline felt it was her duty, as monarch, to be aware of all of the aspects of the political, economic and cultural situations that affected the country, her country.

She was brought out of her thoughts when Mr Richardson closed shut his binder full of documents and pushed it forward to Madeline.

"That's all we have to discuss today. These are the papers that need signing, ma'am", Mr Richardson said.

Madeline smiled and got up from her sofa along with Mr Richardson. She extended her hand towards the older man. He smiled and shook her hand before collecting his files.

"I hope to see you at the Prybush ball this weekend then, ma'am", Mr Richardson said as he was heading out. Madeline sucked in a breath with a smile and replied with a curt nod.

"I'm not looking forward too much about the press coverage, but I definitely am looking forward to a nice evening of dancing and music", she chuckled, making Mr Ricahrdson laugh along.

"It's true. Being Prime Minister has been hard work. Every other day I feel like going to a nice country retreat for a holiday! I can't imagine how hard it is for you, ma'am!"

"Yeah, it's been harder than I... anticipated", Madeline said quietly.

"I'm sure you will do alright", Mr Richardson rubbed the back of her affectionately as he held it in his own. He then bowed before her and left the room.

Madeline left the room with her equerry closely following behind. She went back to her study room with the stack of documents. She sat down behind her desk and started studying them closely. The more she sifted through them, the more she started to get confused.

Prolonged and complex words and sentences all firmed a tangled web of confusion in her head. Madeline groaned and fell back on her chair with a sigh.

It was only the first document.

Having no other choice, Madeline went to the library, followed by her butler. Both of them brought back a stack of dictionaries to her study room. Madeline skimmed the first document, letting the stack of books fall with a dull thump on her desk. She marked some of the complicated terms with a pencil and searched the dictionary for their meanings, eventually piecing together the meaning of the statements.

Even though it took a long time, Madeline eventually finished signing and reading all the documents, although it took her 5 hours to do so. She sighed and fell back against her chair, rubbing her eyes. Suddenly there was a knock.

"Come in," Madeline said. the door opened and Rowan entered the room, making Madeline smile a little.

"Long day?" Rowan asked as Madeline nodded.

"I think I need thirty hours a day now. Half the time I know nothing about what the documents are talking about. They all seem like Hebrew to me", Madeline groaned.

"Hmm. All could be resolved if you could've had a tutor though", Rowan half joked as she sat opposite Madeline.

"Yeah", Madeline muttered, dismissing the thought as a joke.

But the more she thought about it as she and Rowan sat in silence, the thought started to make sense.

A tutor! Why hadn't she thought of this before?!

"You know you're a genius, Rowan", Madeline said, getting up abruptly from her chair and standing beside her friend.

"Uhm, Thank you?" Rowan answered unsurely.

"We should hire a tutor! It would be a great help. They could teach me everything and I'm sure no one could refuse the offer of the Queen of the country.

"You're right. I am a genius!" Rowan exclaimed, agreeing with Madeline's idea.

"But Madam Rakepick would never agree to this", Rowan said, her excitement dying.

"Who says she has to know?" Madeline smirked, "While I'm slowly growing to...trust her possibly, at the end of the day, it is my decision about who gets to know what."

"So, Ro, could you please possibly hire someone appropriate?" Madeline pleaded.

"But... Madie... you know this is very risky..." Rowan tried to refuse. But Madeline's puppy dog eyes finally made her agree.

"Fine", Rowan said, a slight smile creeping up her face as she got up to leave.

"Oh, Rowan", Madeline interrupted before her she could leave, "make sure the tutor isn't too old and grumpy and has a sense of humour at least."

"Go it!" Rowan put her thumbs up and left the room as Madeline started to put aside her documents and get ready for a much-needed hearty dinner.

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It had been a couple days since that conversation. Madeline waited nervously in one of the many palace living rooms, shaking her leg impatiently. Just as Rowan had promised her, she had contacted multiple tutors who were more than willing to help the Queen.

Needless to say, most of them were grouchy-aged men. But with some scouring, Rowan had found a professor at the Royal Oakland University willing to tutor the young queen.

But when Madeline had asked Rowan about the professor, she had refused to tell her more about him, except that he was the same age as her and taught Law and Political Science.

Today Rowan had arranged for him to meet with Madeline hence her being nervous. But she didn't need to wait much. Within a couple minutes of her wait, her equerry pushed open the door and informed her that a "Mister Weasley" was waiting for her. Madeline let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding and asked him to escort the latter in. Within a couple minutes, Madeline's equerry returned, followed closely by a young man.

The first thing Madeline noticed about him was the fiery red and unruly curls that framed his face. His honey-coloured eyes were warm and friendly with a hint of mischievousness. His smile was honest and charming. All of these features were unfamiliar to Madeline and she was intrigued by them. She had never seen such comfortable and kind eyes save for Rowan and Penny.

Madeline felt her lips tug to form a smile and extended her hand to shake his. He gladly shook her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Weasley-"

"Charlie is fine, Your Majesty. Charlie Weasley," Charles Weasley said with a smile as he bowed, although awkwardly.

"It's quite alright, Mr Weasley. There's no need for that. And call me Madeline", Madeline said with a chuckle when she noticed that the man clearly didn't know how to properly bow.

"Please take a seat", Madeline said, sitting on the sofa. Charlie sat opposite her, putting aside his leather rucksack.

"Before we begin, I saw these and thought it would be a nice gift for you", Charlie said, bringing out a small chaplet of White Lilies and White Roses.

"Oh, thank you", Madeline said with a smile, pleasantly surprised. She got up and put the flowers in an empty vase.

Once she returned to her seat, she asked Charlie, "Now, where do we begin?"

"Perhaps you can begin with your problems. Which areas do you face issues in?" Charlie suggested. He brought out a notebook and looked expectantly at Madeline.

"Well... where to begin?" Madeline started with a nervous chuckle, "When I enter a room full of ministers and highly educated dignitaries, it feels like I know nothing. Even though I'm of a higher rank, I can't even hold a decent conversation with them about politics or culture or administration, things that I'm expected to know in detail. So if you ask me, I barely know anything."

Charlie frowned a little and put aside his notebook at Madeline's answer.

"Do you know what educational qualifications you have?" he asked.

"As in?" Madeline asked, confused.

"As in, what level of education have you completed? Like junior level, secondary level or senior secondary level? Maybe any equivalent?" Charlie asked.

Madeline felt embarrassed. She understood that these were basic educational qualifications that any person, especially someone holding such a high office, should have. But she shook her head, denying that she had any formal education throughout her entire life.

Charlie nodded carefully. There was a moment of silence between the two as Charlie thought to himself.

"Well, let's start from the beginning then, with political science", Charlie said with a smile as he brought out a thick book from his rucksack. He placed it in front of Madeline and opened up the first chapter.

Madeline was a bit taken aback. She had expected him to judge her or pity her. But all she saw in his face was an eagerness to teach and a friendly smile. Madeline felt herself start to feel comfortable in his presence. Something about his friendliness and warm smile made her feel relaxed. She listened intently to his lesson, noting some of the main points in a notebook.

Charlie was undeniably a good professor. He made the dull lesson enjoyable with occasional jokes and fascinating stories. Madeline was in awe of the complex and intricate world of politics that she had never been able to understand completely, which started to become more and more familiar to her.

Unfortunately, Charlie had to leave to attend a seminar at the university. Madeline got up along with him as he gathered his belongings.

"Uhm, before you leave", Madeline interrupted Charlie just as he was about to walk away. He turned to face her as she continued.

"I wanted to thank you for agreeing to tutor me. I know it was a bit odd but I found myself enjoying your class very much so thank you", Madeline said with a smile, "I hope we can meet again for our classes?"

"With pleasure Madeline," Charlie said with a charming smile, "I hope we can be friends, more than just being teacher and student."

"I would bet on it", Madeline said, making Charlie chuckle.

"Also, Uhm, could this and the future meeting stay a secret?" Madeline said. Charlie signed, zipping his mouth shut. Madeline laughed a little. The two walked to the door, after which Charlie left with a last smile.

After Charlie left, Madeline felt a sense of excitement for their next meeting, which left a permanent smile on her face for the rest of the day.

---

It was the evening before the Ball at Prybush, the Capital city. It was Madeline's first public Ball which would undeniably be covered extensively by the media.

Madeline was busy practising her speech for the opening of the Ball while Penny helped her dress, so she could charm the crowds. After she helped Madeline get into a chemise and an underskirt, Penny left to find a dress from the selection provided by some designers.

"Which one do you think we should go with?" she asked Madeline, holding up a sleek wine-coloured dress in one hand and a light pink A-line gown in another.

"Uhm... the pink...maybe?" Madeline said unsurely and quickly returned to murmuring the speech under her breath.

Penny sighed exasperatedly and went back to looking through the gowns again. She audibly gasped with delight when she saw a pink floral gown with off-shoulder bell sleeves. It was simple yet romantic, just what the ball needed.

With the dress and a pair of matching flowery gloves in hand, Penny came back, only to see Madeline pacing around in her room, busy memorising the speech. Shaking her head, she approached the young queen and took the sheet of paper from her hand eliciting a groan from the latter.

"You won't be getting that back from me now", Penny said with a mischievous smirk, "Come now, into the dress you get."

After a moment of annoyance from Madeline and some struggling, Madeline finally got the dress on. Penny pushed her in front of the mirror, forcing her to look at herself as she did her hair.

It was gorgeous. She looked gorgeous.

Madeline looked different. The dress was not something she would have picked for herself. It was unlike the darker colours that she usually wore. It added a certain softness to her features which was complimented by the soft smile which had crept onto her face.

"I would say I've outdone myself this time," Penny smiled proudly as she to looked at Madeline's reflection with a proud smile.

"I second that," Madeline said with a chuckle.

Penny then put a dainty diamond chain necklace and matching earrings on Madeline. She then sat Madeline down in front of the vanity. She handed her the gloves eliciting a groan of annoyance from the latter.

"Do I have to put these on? You know how feel about gloves," Madeline protested.

"I do, but it is the protocol that you wear gloves during evening balls," Penny said as she did Madeline's makeup.

"I know, I know. It's just... they're itchy and annoying. And they make me feel more upper class than I'd like to admit," Madeline muttered with annoyance. She begrudgingly put on the gloves as Penny tutted and continued to put on Madeline's makeup.

After a couple minutes, Madeline was ready to go to the ball. She walked down the grand stairs to the entrance of the Palace. There she was met by the ever-serious Mdam Rakepick. They both got into the black cars and set off for the city.

It was only a few minutes until they reached the City Hall. The moment Madeline stepped out of the car, she plastered a smile on her face and turned to face the cameras and media.

For a moment, she was blinded by the constant camera flashes. But after a second to adjust, she focused her eyes on the crowd and waved at them. The throng of journalists and paparazzi cheered for the young queen, boosting her confidence.

She waved one last time at the people before climbing up the stairs and into the City Hall. On entering the hall, she was greeted by the sweet yet intoxicating smell of champagne as the soft ballroom music flowed freely.

The guests inside stood when Madeline walked in. Everyone smiled in awe at the young queen and clapped at her entrance, making Madeline smile too. The Prime Minister, his wife and the Mayor and his wife stood up to greet her.

"Your majesty", The prime minister said with a bow. Madeline smiled and nodded her head curtly in a reply

"Your majesty, it truly is an honour to have you here," the mayor greeted Madeline after the Prime Minister stepped aside.

"It is me who is honoured, Mister Mayor," Madeline said, smiling politely. The mayor bowed and offered his arm for her to take. Madeline accepted and linked her elbow with his. They both walked to the centre of the hall. Everyone clapped as the young queen waved at the guests with a wide smile.

A young waiter handed her a glass of champagne for her to toast. Taking the crystal goblet in one hand, she began her speech.

"Mr Mayor, Mr Prime Minister, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure and honour to be a part of this incredible Ball, which has been hosted in honour of a long line of sovereigns. After today, I hope that I do all of the people proud as sovereign of this country. But for now, I hope everyone enjoys themselves tonight," Madeline finished, raising her glass for a toast. The guests all toasted their glasses in unison before returning to chatting or feasting.

Through the next couple minutes, Madeline was greeted by the nobles and dignitaries who were attending the ball. She made polite small talk with all of them under the watchful eye of Rakepick, although she felt bored and out of place in most of those conversations.

Stepping aside after some time, Madeline decided to munch on some of the locally sourced food. While taking a bite of her food, she saw Madam Rakepick approaching from the corner of her eye. She stuffed the last bite of the ceviche into her mouth before walking up to the older woman.

"I hope you're enjoying the party", Madeline remarked, not exactly hoping to get an answer.

"I've never been one to enjoy parties, ma'am," Rakepick scoffed, "to me, it is a waste of time and words, something which we are already in a deficit of."

Madeline pursed her lips and nodded in agreement. "You know," she said, "I don't particularly enjoy these parties and balls either."

Rakepick looked at the young queen from the corner of her eye with a hint of suspicion, not expecting her to agree.

"You don't have to agree with me," she replied emotionlessly, sipping on a glass of champagne.

"I'm not," Madeline replied, "has it occurred to you that we might share the same opinion?"

"... It's not something I expected," Rakepick replied briefly, "but I suppose it is a possibility."

"Look, Madam Rakepick, I know you aren't quite as friendly with me. But I do expect us to at least get along," Madeline sighed, frowning.

Rakepick remained expressionless for a second. Then she nodded, with what appeared to be a small smile.

"I too hope that we can eventually form a friendship, ma'am," She replied, shocking Madeline a little, but she smiled in reply.

"I hope you enjoy this event, ma'am," the auburn-haired lady said before curtsying and leaving Madeline to continue to mingle with the guests

While conversing with some people, she noticed a young man with messy black hair, round glasses and mossy green eyes standing in a corner by himself. Recognising the young noble, she walked towards him, glad to have seen a familiar face. The man noticed the queen approaching him and straightened himself. He bowed before her, making Madeline smile gently.

"Lord Potter, fancy seeing you here," Madeline said, a smirk forming on her face.

"Well, I-I had a free evening, so I decided to stop by," Harry replied sheepishly.

"It's good to get away from duty for a while, you know. Even if it is only for one evening," Madeline smiled. Harry replied with a nod and the pair turned to look at the crowd.

A peaceful silence fell between the two as people danced the night away. Madeline soon noticed Harry smiling, looking at a young red-haired girl dancing away on her own amongst the people, her smile bright and carefree. Madeline smiled to herself. Then an idea struck her.

"Go talk to her," Madeline encouraged Harry. He looked at her with confusion for a moment before refusing. Seeing that he was too shy to approach her, Madeline grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to the dance floor, ignoring the younger man's confused reluctance.

"Listen to me, go and ask her to dance with you, Harry," Madeline said almost sternly.

"But-"

"No buts, go ahead! She looks to be free now. Go, will you!" Madeline said, ushering him to the dance floor. Harry sighed and looked at the girl he had been admiring. With one last encouraging smile and nod from Madeline, he left to approach her.

From a distance, Madeline saw Harry approach the girl shyly and ask her to dance, to which she happily agreed. She smiled to herself, satisfied, as she saw them dancing away, dreamy smiles on their faces.

"Young love's always adorable, isn't it?" Madeline turned around and saw the warm and friendly hazel eyes with which she had first familiarized herself a few days back.

"Professor Weasley? I wasn't expecting to see you here," Madeline said with a surprised look.

"Please don't call me that, makes me sound ancient," Charlie said, feigning annoyance.

"Then I shall make it my ultimate mission to call you that always," Madeline joked, making Charlie and her laugh.

"You still haven't answered my question though," Madeline pointed after they both recovered from their fit of laughter.

"I actually came along with my family. That's my sister dancing with the young lad," Charlie pointed at the red-haired girl chatting with Harry. He then pointed her to his family who were standing amongst the crowd. From there she noticed Bill Weasley too standing with them.

"Oh, so Bill Weasley is your brother," Madeline remarked with a smirk, "didn't he ever mention meeting me?"

"Actually, he did, but I guess I never knew which "Madeline" he was talking about. He said her identity was a secret," Charlie remarked.

"All good things said, I hope?" Madeline quirked a brow at him.

"Only the best, Madeline," Charlie replied with a playful grin.

The pair continued to watch the crowd of dancers at the ball. Suddenly, the music changed from the merry tune being played earlier to a more slowed and romantic waltz. Many couples started to dance to romantic music.

"Dance with me?" Charlie suddenly asked Madeline, a lopsided grin gracing his face.

Madeline smiled to herself and replied, "With pleasure," as she accepted his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Charlie looked at Madeline for a split second, silently asking permission as his hand hovered beside her waist, to which Madeline nodded and placed her hand on his shoulder as he gently placed his on her waist. Taking his hand in hers, the pair spun in circles, shuffling their feet to the slow, rhythmic music. As she sensed herself getting lost in the rhythm, Madeline's chocolate brown eyes connected with Charlie's hazel eyes, a mix of warm honey and cinnamon with a hint of grassy green.

"So, how did you enjoy our first lesson?" Charlie asked, breaking the silence, a hint of nervousness evident in his voice.

"I actually loved it! It was brilliant learning about this subject from you. I hope we can do it again," Madeline replied with a smile, making Charlie let out a breath he unconsciously held onto and smile. Charlie then spun Madeline in his arms, almost making her trip, but he quickly helped steady her. The two went back to swaying casually to the beat.

"I'm glad you did, cus I did too. I'm looking forward to doing it again... this Thursday maybe?"

"It's settled then. I'll meet you this Thursday." Madeline smiled, "I'm actually surprised you liked teaching me," Charlie frowned with confusion at Madeline, the song playing in the background long forgotten by them.

"I mean... I know nothing, and you know so much. All I do is cut ribbons, smile agreeably and wave at people. My life is defined by what dresses I wear and whom I smile at, while yours is represented by the vast world of this incredible and convoluted subject" Madeline heaved a sigh, her emotions unclear from her expression.

"Hey, give yourself some credit," Charlie said softly. He slowly moved his body closer to her and continued, "What you do is something very few can do. It's admirable how you keep yourself so composed after all you've already been through. So I disagree about you being bland because you are one of the most fascinating people I have ever met in my life." Charlie replied with firmness and confidence.

Madeline felt blood rush to her cheeks and a smile form on her lips at Charlie's words. It was true that she barely gave herself any credit for what she did. But hearing Charlie's words solidified how little she gave herself credit for. Yet his words provided her comfort and faith about her work, a compliment, something that anyone rarely told her, let alone actually mean it.

"Thank you for that, Charlie," Madeline replied softly.

"I consider it my priority, my Queen," Charlie winked at Madeline with a playful smirk making Madeline chuckle and shake her head dismissively.

Suddenly, the music changed to a classic Mozart piece, one of Madeline's favourites. The melody was gentle yet romantic, making one lose a sense of reality.

Madeline and Charlie continued to dance the night away in their careless dances. They weren't sure what style of dance they were doing. Between Madeline tripping constantly and Charlie almost confusing the right from the left, it was an absolute mess. But they didn't care. It was the company that mattered. They spent the rest of the evening laughing at random jokes and talking about their lives. It was as if they'd known each other for years. It was a magical night for the start of a new friendship.

And maybe something more.

[libellule-ao3]

Summary: A lesson in skating turns out to be much more instructive and valuable than expected.

General Audiences/Completed/995 words

Warning: Y6/C18 Spoiler Alert

Characters : Penny Haywood, Rowan Khanna, Jae Kim, MC (Annie), Nymphadora Tonks, Charlie Weasley, Tulip Karasu.

A/N: A fun little slice of winter life with a bittersweet ending.

***

Overnight, frost fell on Hogwarts Lake, turning its calm waters into a giant ice rink. Inspired by the clear, dry weather, Penny suggested braving the cold for an afternoon of skating with friends.

Sitting on the dock with Rowan, who has abandoned her books to inaugurate her camera, Annie watches Jae, Andre, Barnaby, Chiara, and Tulip dance nimbly on the ice. As for Tonks, she stumbles painfully, helped by Charlie, to a rock emerging from the thick ice. Annie smiles and waves her wand to equip her shoes with glittering blades through a spell.

“Can you skate?” asks Penny, freeing her blond hair from her Hufflepuff house scarf.

“Not really.”

“Don’t worry, it’s like rollerblading,”

The witch exchanges a knowing look with Rowan, the only one aware of her problem. Annie has never been on rollerblades. Feeling a little silly, she refrains from saying so. In fact, she’s more the type to twirl in the air on a broom or frantically wave her wand in a no-holds-barred duel.

She glides from the platform to the frozen surface. As soon as her feet hit the ice, the witch staggers and clings to the pier.

“It’s not as easy as it looks!”

Annie takes a step along the dock, then two, trying to find her balance, photographed by her best friend who follows them as they walk along the pier. At her side, Penny delivers valuable advice.

“One step, slide, one step, slide... Lean a bit! Okay, let go of the pier.”

“Not yet,” says Annie, her teeth clenched.

When they reach the end, Penny offers her a helping hand. The witch hesitates, looks at her comrades who are having a fun time on the ice, and grabs it.

“If I end up with all four irons in the air...” Annie scolds in a threatening voice.

“Don’t worry! In ice skating, the hardest part isn’t necessarily the fall,” Jae exclaims as he zigzags past them before dashing after Andre, who’s running down the ice faster than a Golden Snitch.

Annie settles for an unwelcoming grunt, not knowing what to make of this information.

“It’s ok, I’m here!” reassures Penny, who supports her as best she can by skating backwards in front of Annie.

When Annie has gained enough ease, Penny releases one hand, then the other, and moves away to give her some space. Unbalanced, Annie rocks right and left and her knees shake as she continues to slide, carried away by her momentum. She panics, wobbles for five - endless! - seconds before regaining control of her movements. Phew! Something akin to pride swells in her chest as Penny compliments her.

More confident, Annie is intoxicated by the sensation of speed, the bite of the wind on her face, the soft glint of ice shimmering in the sun. Next to her, her friends swirl around like a flock of starlings, laughing and joking. Their skates raise a fine dust of ice which, when it falls, leaves fine arabesques on the frozen lake.

In her contemplation, Annie does not hear Penny’s warning. She stumbles over an outcropping of rock and runs straight into one of her comrades, who is strolling on the ice. She lets out a shrill cry.

“Jae!”

With a nimble little jump, he pivots and slides backwards as Annie collapses to her knees, girding his waist with all her might. And they say quidditch is a dangerous sport! The fools!

“Are you okay?” asks Jae once they are still.

Though her pride denies this vigorously, Annie is more scared than hurt, so she nods. “Thank me. I fell on purpose to give you a chance to be a hero and be proud of yourself!”

She underlines her words with a broad, hypocritical smile, lifting her face to her friend, solid on his feet. Jae’s eyes twinkle. Of course! He is too smart not to understand that she is trying to save face. She takes a deep breath and tries to raise her body and her dignity. Both are on their knees.

“It’s true that if I haven’t saved a damsel in distress during the day, on top of all my chores in detention, Pitts comes to haunt me at night. Good thing you’re here!”

Annie ties her arms around Jae’s neck, hoping her feet will follow the example of her finally stabilised torso. “Do I look that distressed?”

Jae steps back slightly to remind her he is her only bulwark against falling, and she holds on tighter, helpless against his mischief. He sneers as she stifles an expletive in his coat. Then Annie cautiously steps back from her friend, who offers her two helping hands to cling to, thus supporting this new, timid try at skating.

“Thanks... Earlier, you implied that the hardest part of skating is getting back up, weren’t you?”

Jae nods, concentrating on her feet.

“But just like in life, you’ll always find friends to help you,” Penny interjects, grabbing one of her hands.

“And others to never let you forget the embarrassing moments!” shout Tonks and Tulip, pointing at Rowan and Charlie with the camera, hilarious.

***

Alone in her dormitory, Annie looks at the memories that adorn the wall behind her bed. Her gaze wanders to a rather comical photo where she is clinging to Jae like a niffler to its galleon, her buttocks look like they are going in the opposite direction to her head, and her feet are out of control. She lingers on Penny’s worried expression, on Jae’s beaming amusement, or the smiles of her friends in the background. How carefree they were in those days! A wave of nostalgia washes over her. The witch takes down the photo and turns it over to admire the familiar handwriting of her late best friend. With emotion, she follows the elegant line of a capital letter with her finger.

"First lesson from the future youngest teacher at Hogwarts:

Never forget that life is like that trip to the ice rink!

Rowan."

[fookingmuffins]

Say something babe pt2

James Potter x reader

Angst

Warnings: cheating, yelling, James being a dick and few curse words I think? (Also y/n being a big dummy for a sec but it happens)

A/n: here's part two! I hope you guys enjoy it this one is longer than the last since some of it was technically part of part one but I moved it. This part made me really hate James so I have some regrets but oh well I promise to write fluffier fics eventually. There's gonna be part 3 of James groveling but for now it's just this I'm sorry. :(

It was your last day home after spring break, you had spent your week in your bed in the dark having restless sleep to avoid the reality of your situation, but it seemed even your Dreams were haunted, and you knew your mum was worried. You had written to Penny and your other friends, who had been worried about your sudden departure without saying goodbye. Penny had thankfully not told anyone anything about what you two heard that last night. James had surprisingly also sent you a few letters,5 to be exact, but you couldn't get yourself to open them, any time you tried nausea overtook your body at the thought of the words he said about you.

You were dreading the thought of returning and facing everything. You thought about continuing everything as if you had never heard that conversation and try to enjoy however long you had with James, you had even thought of excuses as to why you left and didn't reply to his letters, but you knew you deserved better. You needed to confront James, and maybe he would apologize and reassure you it was all some big misunderstanding, you probably would believe him if he did.

.......♡☆♡........

As soon as you stepped on the train platform, you heard a set of heavy steps approaching you, but before you could turn around, a big set of arms enveloped you. "Can't... breathe..." you gasped out and patted Finn's back, and he immediately let you go to see Penny, Rowan, and Wren were there too, each giving you a gentler hug than Finn.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just so worried, and I missed you so much, it's been ages!"

"Sure has felt like it but come on, let's find a cabin before the good ones are taken." You placed your hand on Finn's arm and started guiding your friend group to the train. You knew that you were probably going to get interrogated by everyone, but you could at least push it back a few minutes.

Once your group found a cabin you sat down by the window and Wren immediately shut the door, and you knew even if you tried there was no stopping this. "Okay girly you better start talking about whatever it's going on because that letter saying something came up at home, and you had to go earlier is bullshit cause something is always going on at your house and that is exactly why you hate being there. So now talk and tell me who I need to jinx with Finny here for doing something to you."

You looked at Penny for some help, but she just gave you a soft smile, encouraging you to tell your friends the truth. But you were terrified of them hating James, in case it was just a misunderstanding.

"James and I just had a bit of an argument, no big deal, I promise we are fine. I'm fine." Penny rolled her eyes at your words, but thankfully no one saw her, and she did help you change the topic. But you knew none of your friends believed you, even Finn who was sometimes a bit clueless could tell you lied and for the rest of the train ride they gave you worried looks.

.......♡☆♡........

After the long train ride, you went to freshen up in your dorm (and mentally prepare yourself to face James) assuring your friends you would meet them at the great hall. But just when you made a turn, you felt someone pull you into an empty classroom. Just when you were about to scream you felt a pair of lips you knew all too well pressed onto yours and for a moment you forgot about all the pain that you had felt over the past week.

When James pulled back and searched your face his eyes brought back the words you had heard, the words that came out of the lips you had just kissed, and immediately all the pain and nausea returned.

"I was so worried about you baby, you left without even saying goodbye, and we were supposed to go to that party together, and then you wouldn't reply to any of my letters and your friends didn't know anything either." You usually thought his ranting was adorable, especially when he looked like he did right now with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes looking at you with what you used to think was sincerity, but now that stupid look in his eyes just felt like a dagger onto your heart twisting with each word that left his lips.

You pushed his hands on your cheeks away and took a step away which made him frown, but before he could say anything you blurted "I heard your conversation with Castor in the Gryffindor common room!" Which made him frown more until a look of realization crossed his face and his eyes widened.

"W-what conversation...? H-how did you even get into the Gryffindor common room?" He tried to deflect, which made your heart sink and tears well up in your eyes.

"The one where you mentioned I was so annoying and clingy and offered me to Castor, so you could have some alone time with Lily!" He was refusing to look you in the eyes anymore, which was making all that sadness you once felt turn into bitter anger.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about you are overreacting right now Castor and I don't really talk plus y-you were complaining about him that one-"

"James!"

"Okay! Fine! I did tell Castor all that, but you know what? You're just proving that you ARE clingy. I mean, why do you have to listen to MY private conversations, huh? And again, what were you doing in the Gryffindor common room? And you're also proving how dramatic and psychotic you are by making this big show about something I said to my friend privately!" By this point, you couldn't hold back your tears as James spit the words that had kept you restless the past week with so much venom, and his once gentle eyes turned into those of a crazed man.

"And what about Lily!?" You managed to scream back, but it came out so broken that even James' eyes momentarily softened, or maybe it was just because you mentioned the girl he actually loved.

"What about her?" He stepped closer, eyes hardening again, glaring at you in a way that killed you. "Are you seriously jealous of her? Merlin y/n! Am I not allowed to have friends? I never tell you anything when you hang out with Rowan and Finn."

"I've never been jealous because I trusted YOU! B-but I heard-"

"Heard something completely out of context! Look babe, I love you okay! That night at the party I just wanted to play some drinking games with Lily cause I know you don't like drinking! I would never cheat on you, okay? I know how you feel about it because of your dad and I wouldn't do it to you, promise" You wanted to scream deep down you knew this was all lies, but you wanted to believe him so badly. Just when you had made up your mind, you felt James wrap his arms around you, and you couldn't help but cry harder. You just felt so small and broken and as if his arms were the only thing holding you together.

"I'm so sorry for overreacting. I-I don't know what happened, I-I…" James took my face into his hands again and gently kissed my lips.

.......♡☆♡........

After you and James cleared things up, things had been a little tense between you and Penny, who berated you for an hour and then ignored you until the next day cause she couldn't stay mad at you. And even though with James things were seemingly back to normal you still felt yourself walking on eggshells around him and stopped missing classes and club meetings, like you usually did in favor of meeting him, so he wouldn't feel like you were clingy. Despite all of it, you still felt something was missing, like the life had been drained out of you. But that only made you feel worse, since you had everything you could possibly want, and suddenly you weren't satisfied. Now when James was by your side you often felt numb even when you would hang out with the other marauders who usually made you laugh you felt like you were laughing out of a pure reaction but not feeling any joy.

It had been 3 weeks since your argument, and you were running late to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, where you had made a last-minute arrangement with your friend group to celebrate your friend Luna's birthday. You usually didn't come to Hogsmeade in the middle of the week, too busy with the many activities you were part of plus assignments as it was your last year at Hogwarts. But you and Luna had been friends since second year when she had gotten sick around the same time you fell off your broom and both of you spent your days at the infirmary chatting away. You helped her usually shy, and reserved self become more open and make more friends.

When you finally arrived at the tea shop, you spotted a curly mop of hair that you recognized as James leaning in to kiss Lily. The chatter you were having among your friends completely stopped, and you felt your world come crashing down, there was no denying anymore. James Potter was the biggest cheater ever, and you were the biggest fool for trusting him. You contemplated going to confront him right then and there, but you didn't want to ruin Luna's party, so you made your way back to Hogwarts and would confront him when he got back to his dorm. All throughout your walk back, you kept cursing him and yourself for being so naive.

.......♡☆♡........

By the time James made it back to his dorm it was 7:45 you had long made yourself comfortable after kicking out the other marauders.

"Baby! What are you doing here? I told you it was best to not come after the whole misunderstanding from last time" Unsurprisingly, James was shocked to see you there, but he quickly disguised it and tried to lean in to kiss you, but you just turned your face, so he just kissed your cheek which made him frown. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know, James, you tell me. How was your little date with Lily?" To that his eyes widened and if you weren't seething right now you probably would have found it comical.

"Merlin y/n this again?! I've told you there's nothing going on between me and Lily! You're so-"

"I saw the two of you kiss at Madam Puddifoot's." You said matter of fact, interrupting whatever argument he was gonna use to call you delusional.

"I swear it wasn't what it looked like! She's the one who kissed me! She's been obsessing over me ever since we got together. She's an insane babe." That was true, unfortunately, James had never told you about Lily wanting him back after seeing him with you, and it's not like he tried to stop her, in fact, James had very much encouraged her. He loved the thrill of being with her behind your back, you had been so close to finding out about them so many times. And after the last time he had been so cocky about being able to convince you he was loyal, bragging to everyone in Gryffindor. But you didn't know any of that.

"Oh really, just like I'm so obsessed with you that I don't let you breathe? Look I don't care anymore I'm done playing the fool. If I'm even here, it's just for formalities because we are done, Potter." You said, as you got up from his bed, and made your way to the door.

"Are you seriously breaking up with me right now?" You didn't bother answering as you opened the door and stepped out. Making a vow to never anyone hurt you like that again and refusing to ever look back.

Part 3

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter I

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

She’ll be my 3rd degree

(next chapter here)

Warnings: dry humping, fluff, etc.

A/N: I don’t believe you have to read Ain’t No Sunshine but I think it might help.

You pull into Penny’s a little before 11 and she meets you in the driveway.

“Rowan, how nice to see you again! How was the drive? You must be exhausted” she says as she takes a bag from you.

“Nice to see you too! It wasn’t bad, I tried to pull over and sleep but I couldn’t. And yes, I am pooped,” you laugh as you follow her up the stairs. “Thank you so much for this and everything, Sunny too. You have no idea how much stress this has taken off me.”

“No problem at all. Sun left most of the furniture except her bed, she said you were bringing yours?”

“Yeah, my apartment in Denver was furnished, but I bought my own bed. I think the movers will be here Monday, they’ll get the majority of my other things too.”

“Sounds good, I hope you don’t mind, but I made up the pullout for you.” She says as she unlocks the door for you.

“Oh, you are a lifesaver. Thank you! I was gonna crash on the nearest flat surface.”

“You’re welcome. Here’s the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom is here and the bedroom next to it. Do you want help getting anything else out of your car? Otherwise, I’ll get out of your hair and let you rest.”

“Oh, thank you, but that’s okay. I’ve got everything I need for now in these 2 bags, I’ll bring up the rest later.” You yawn.

“Sounds good, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be at the party later, I’ve got to take Amelia to her dad’s first”.

“Great. Thank you again.”

She squeezes your shoulder and closes the door behind her.

You slip your shoes off and set an alarm before plugging your phone on and falling into a deep sleep.

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A few hours later you arrive at the Hard Deck; showered, hair curled into loose waves down your back, and clad in a green sundress. You feel great and look even better.

It’s only 3:40, so you take a seat at the bar while you wait. The door swings open and you check out the hunk who walked through. Tight jeans on thick thighs, a white tank stretched over his pecs under a godawful Hawaiian shirt. He somehow pulls it off, same with the mustache he sports. You look away before he sees you staring and poke at your drink.

You check your phone in your lap to see if Sunny’s texted, but nothing. There’s movement to your right, someone’s taken the empty seat beside you. It’s the pornstache hunk. You can feel him staring after he orders.

“Before you ask, yes. The curtains match the drapes.” You say with a smile, not looking at him.

He chokes on his drink. “What? I didn’t- I wasn’t going—“ he sputters, choking on his beer.

You laugh as you turn towards him. He’s even more handsome up close. Brown eyes, a strong nose, and scars on his cheek add character. A flush is crawling up his neck, you caught him off guard.

He’s looking you over too. Deep green blue eyes, pouty painted lips, long red hair.

“I haven’t seen you here before. I’d remember you.” He says, eyes dipping to your lips.

“You’re right. I just moved here from Colorado.”

“What made you decide to come here?”

“Job offer and I wanted a change of scenery”.

“Oh yeah? What do you do?”

“Chemical engineering.”

He whistles lowly.

“What about you, pornstache? What do you do for a living?”

“Pornstache?” He chuckles. “I’m a naval aviator.”

“Ah, I see. Call sign?”

“Rooster.”

You glance at his groin before meeting his eyes again, cocking a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, voice a little husky. He clears his throat and takes another drink. “You here alone?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m meeting a friend here, she should be here soon. You?”

“Same, who are you meeting? I might know them?”

“Her name is S—oh shit,” you say as a drunk uniform spills his nearly full beer in your lap.

“Ohhh, my bad. Need my help taking your wet dress off?” He slurs, his stale beer breath hitting your face.

“No thanks,” you say, sighing as you try and mop it up.

“Come on, I was just kidding. You should lighten up” he leers, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“She said no thanks. Apologize and get the hell outta here, Ensign Johnson. I’ll be having a discussion with your commanding officer on Monday about teaching you to respect a lady.” Bradley says from behind you with a commanding tone.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t know she was with you, Rooster, I mean Lt. Bra—“

“It doesn’t matter if she’s with me or not. You spilled a drink on her, didn’t apologize, and then tried to hit on her. Now, apologize.” He rises to his feet.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am, for the drink and…and”

“It’s fine, you better go now.” You reply, still trying to mop the mess.

He and his buddies scurry away.

“Come with me, I can get you some towels. I used to work here.” He says, holding out his hand.

You take it. “That’d be great, thanks.”

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He brings you to a storage room and hands you some clean towels.

“Damn it. It’s no use. It’s satin, so even when it dries I’m still gonna look like I peed my pants” you laugh, holding the wet material off your thighs.

“Could your friend bring you something to change into?” He asks, taking the wet one from you.

“I’m sure she would. Wait, I have clothes in my car yet. Know how I told you I just moved here? Well…like literally moved here today and didn’t bring all of the boxes in yet. I’m gonna soak my underwear thought if I don’t get this off soon.”

“Do you want me to get you something from your car?”

“You’d do that?” You asked, surprised. You were used to men who did the bare minimum.

“Of course, gotta show you how most naval men act, not like that jackass. Give me your keys and I’ll grab you something.”

“Thank you, it’s the white Volkswagen in the back. There’s dresses on top in the trunk, any of them should work.”

“You got it, be back in a second.”

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You unzip the dress and step out of it as soon as he leaves, unable to stand the feeling of wet satin sticking to your thighs. Leaving you in your heels, bra, and lacy boyshorts. You turn to look for something to put it in and you see a box of plastic bags on the top shelf. You stand on your tiptoes and almost have it…

“Does this one work? I think it’ll look nice with your eyes. Shit, sorry!” You hear the door close and he turns around.

Oops, he was back faster than you thought.

“No worries, I just had to get it off, it was irritating my skin. I figured this is no different than seeing me in a bikini” You walk up behind him. He flinches when you touch his shoulder to turn him around to take the dress.

He slowly turns to you and gulps, looking towards the ceiling, trying to be respectful.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you as you step closer and ‘accidentally’ brush the bulge growing in his jeans as you reach for the dress.

“Yeah, Rooster makes sense.” You smile as he sucks in a breath and drops his head to look at you.

You rise to your tiptoes to kiss him, which he returns immediately with enthusiasm. His hands go straight to your ass and squeeze, groaning into your mouth. He’s an ass man apparently.

His hands slide lower and he lifts you, turning to pin you against the door, his jean-clad erection pressed right against your core. You pull off his lips with a whine, and he kisses a path down your neck, his mustache tickling in the best way.

His hips continue rocking against yours, and he groans as he can feel your wet heat through the layers.

“Keep going, just like that” you pant, surprised that you’re getting close.

He groans again, lower this time, and sucks a bruise below your collarbone. The little zing of pain is enough to push you over the edge. Your legs tighten around his waist and your hands weave into his hair to tug his head up for a kiss and he swallows your whimpers.

Once you catch your breath, he sets you down, “That was so fucking hot” he pants against your lips.

You smile and bring your hand to his zipper, ready to return the favor but his phone dings, startling you both.

“Shit! What time is it? My friend was supposed to be here at 4.” You say, pulling your dress on and smoothing your hair. Thankfully the dress covers the mark he left by your collarbone.

“4:33, my friends are here too.” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“I’m sorry about your…situation, but I really gotta go find my friend but I’ll be here for a while tonight, come find me?” you ask as you grab your purse.

“It’s okay, I gotta go too. I just…need a minute,” he chuckles, “but yeah, I’ll find you”.

You run your fingertips across the front of his pants and kiss his cheek. “See you around”.

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You spot her curly hair from across the bar.

“Sunny!” You say, wrapping her in a hug.

“Row! Sorry I was late, I was uh-preoccupied?” Well, that explains her baby giraffe legs. “Hey, this is Bob, my boyfriend.” She says.

“Nice to meet you finally, I’m Rowan,” you say with a smile, shaking his hand. He returns it.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.” Sunny asks.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little nervous is all.” Yeah, she’s not gonna buy that.

“Don’t be! Everyone’s gonna love you. Oh, there’s Bradley now. I’ll introduce you.” Sunny says, waving someone over.

Pornstache’s eyes widen when he sees you behind Sunny.

“Bradley, this is my good friend Rowan from college. She’s the engineer moving here from Colorado, staying at Pen’s apartment,” Sunny turns to you, “and this is Bradley, my childhood friend. Our dads flew together in the Navy”.

“Rowan. That’s a pretty name. What does it mean?” Bradley asks you.

“Little redhead. I bet you can figure out why my parents chose it” you smirk, holding out your hand. “Great to meet you, Bradley.”

He takes your hand. “Likewise” he murmurs, looking at your lips, which turn up into a seductive smile.

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Wellllllll there’s part one. Whatcha think? Lmk if you want to be added to this stories taglist!

[hpshipbattles]

ROUND ONE SHIPS

(keep in mind these are all randomly created from a pool of 64 characters. we are not here to debate dark ships vs light ships, we are here for fun. Feel free to suggest ship names for anything you see)

Lysander Scamander x Remus Lupin (Remsander)

Augustus Rookwood x Elphias Doge (Rookdoge)

Pavarti Patil x Blaise Zabini (Blavarti)

Lorcan Scamander x Septimus Weasley (Septorcan)

Victoire Weasley x Cassandra Vole (Vicsandra)

Neville Longbottom x Severus Snape (Sneville)

Minerva McGonagall x Horace Slughorn (Wiseslug)

Hermione Granger x Cornelius Fudge (Fudgmione)

Nearly Headless Nick x Tom Marvolo Riddle (Brainteaser)

Penny Haywood x Fleur Delacour (Penfleur)

Ron Weasley x Petunia Evans (Rontunia)

Hannah Abbott x Kingsley Shacklebolt (Shacklebbott)

Rita Skeeter x Yann Fredericks (What if we just called these two Yeet?)

Dennis Creevey x Dolores Umbridge (Creevbridge)

Rowan Khanna x Dorcas Meadowes (Rorcas)

Nymphadora Tonks x Firenze the Centaur (Centonks)

James Potter x Marcus Flint (Jarcus)

Rose Granger-Weasley x Dobby the House Elf (Robby)

Delphi Riddle x Qui LeBlanc (Augurvamp)

Molly Weasley II x Barnaby Lee (Barnolly)

Luna Lovegood x Penelope Clearwater (Lovewater)

Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson (Hansy)

Sebastian Sallow x Chiara Lobosca (Loballow)

Barty Crouch Jr. x Albus Dumbledore (Albarty)

Sirius Black x Tulip Karasu (Prankstar)

Lily Evans x Madam Rosmerta (Lilymerta)

Cho Chang x Helena Ravenclaw (Cholena)

Fabian Prewett x Grant Chapman (Grabian)

Hestia Jones x Regulus Black (Restia)

Draco Malfoy x Albus Severus Potter (Dralbus)

Lily Luna Potter x Scorpius Malfoy (Scorlily)

Lavender Brown x Percy Weasley (Paperseer)

My bad for jinxing us guys as I was spinning this I wondered if we were actually going to get Scorbus and then the wheel decided to do something funny. some of these ships are ships I’ve seen before and I was surprised by how many of them could probably actually be enjoyed by people. but yeah suggest ship names if you have any ideas I did put down the ship names for ones I knew or ones that I could easily come up with myself.

(rules and submitted characters)

[sailorwritesstuff]

*the gang roughed up by an adventure. *

Merula: are they ok? they look like shit

Rowan: AYE. don't talk about my partners like that.

Rowan: what happened? you look like shit.

[livelaughlovewonderwoman]

#truth

[domaslut]

Felix would be so proud of Mc. She’s spending all her books on dragons to make his dream come true… She is like “Wake up, little dragon, it’s time to surprise my soon to be husband!”.

So, Felix, babe, be ready for Mc and her army of dragons. Buy her a ring, she deserves it.