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Chapter 26

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕳𝖔𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 month of April and we were starting to near our O.W.L.s. Many of the fifth years were collapsing into states of nerves. Madam Pomfrey was used to this and already had calming draughts ready to give students. Hannah was one of the students after she burst out in Herbology that she was to stupid to take exams and wanted to leave school.

Hermione and I weren't dropping into nerves but we were starting to get very snippy at the younger kids in our common rooms as we were studying. I'd tried to be nicer about it but man, kids can just get on your nerves! I swear some of them do it on purpose too.

Of course, I wasn't going to miss a single D.A. meeting either. On our last lesson before Easter, we were working on Patronuses and I immediately produced mine on a first try and then taught Rose and Grace the details of how to create a Patronus even though it was high above them.

Harry was busy telling everyone that it was easier to produce Patronuses in such a bright room and that it would be harder to create them when faced with a real dementor.

"Oh, don't be such a killjoy." Cho was saying. "They're so pretty!"

"They're not supposed to be pretty, they're supposed to protect you." Harry said patiently. "What we really need is a boggart or something; that's how I learned, I had to conjure a Patronus while the boggart was pretending to be a dementor-"

"But that would be really scary!" Lavender exclaimed. "And I still- can't- do it!" She said frustrated as silver vapor came out of the end of her wand.

"You've got to think of something happy." Harry said to Neville who's face was screwed up in concentration.

"I'm trying." Neville said miserably.

Suddenly I froze and then I screamed, "Harry!"

Everyone looked at me. "What?" Harry asked quickly.

"Umbridge- Marietta told on us. Umbridge is coming to get us." I said. "Everyone needs to get out of here immediately!"

At that moment, the door opened and everyone jumped back, but it was just Dobby.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Harry bellowed at everyone, "RUN!" Everyone sprinted for the door and I pushed Rose and Grace that way, running over to where Hermione kept the D.A. list.

"Good." Harry said, at my side. "Dobby, go back to the kitchens." There was a crack and Dobby was gone. I rolled up the list with trembling hands and shoved it into my robe pocket.

"Lets go before she gets in." I said. Everyone was gone and Harry and I sprinted from the room. Harry and I sprinted up the corridor- there were bathrooms ahead. Suddenly, Harry fell and then I felt something wrap around my ankles and I fell too.

I heard someone laughing and I saw that Draco was hiding behind a dragon statue. I cursed. I should've foreseen that.

"Trip Jinx, Potter! Kane! Hey, Professor- PROFESSOR! I've got two!"

Umbitch came around the corner, breathless but wearing a delighted smile.

"It's them! Excellent, Draco, excellent, oh, very good- fifty points to Slytherin! I'll take them from here. . . Stand up, Potter! Stand up Kane!"

I got to my feet, glaring. I felt the parchment in my pocket and hoped that she didn't take it. "You hop along and see if you can round up anymore of them, Draco. Tell the others to look in the library- anybody out of breath- check the bathrooms, Miss Parkinson can do the girls' ones- off you go- and you two," she dropped her voice to a whisper, "You can come with me to the headmaster's office."

A few moments later, we were in front of the gargoyle statues. "Fizzing Whizbee." Umbridge said in a singing voice. She had both Harry's arm tight in one hand and my arm in the other.

The office was full of people. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, the tips of his fingers together. Professor McGonagall stood behind him, her face tense. Minister Fudge was standing by the fire, rocking back and forth on his tiptoes. Kingsley was there too and I immediately looked away from him to the tough- looking wizard that looked a bit like a guard. And then to my most immense disgust there was Percy Weasley.

The portraits, I noticed, weren't pretending to be asleep like they had been before. I wrenched my arm out of Umbridge's grasp.

Fudge was glaring at the pair of us, looking extremely victorious. "Well, well, well, well."

"He was heading back to Gryffindor Tower and she was heading back to the Hufflepuff hole. The Malfoy boy cornered them." Umbridge said.

"Did he, did he? I must remember to tell Lucius. Well, Potter, Kane. . . I expect you know why you are here?"

"No." I spat out.

"You don't know why you are here?" Fudge asked.

"No, I don't." I said.

Fudge looked incredulously from me to Harry to Professor Umbridge.

"So you have no idea, why Professor Umbridge has brought you to this office? You are not aware that you have broken any school rules?" Fudge asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.

"School rules? No." Harry said and I was glad he had answered because I had a horrible retort on the top of my tongue that I knew I would've gotten into trouble if I'd said.

"Or ministry decrees?" Fudge asked.

"Not that we're aware of." Harry said.

"So it's news to you, is it, that an illegal student organization has been discovered within this school?" Fudge asked angrily.

"Well it wouldn't be the first time that you discovered something that didn't end up being true, would it?" I asked innocently.

Fudge gritted his teeth but Umbridge said in a silky tone, "I think, Minister, we might make better progress if I fetch our informant."

"Yes, yes, do." Fudge said, glancing maliciously at Dumbledore, "There's nothing like a good witness, is there, Dumbledore?"

"Nothing at all, Cornelius." Dumbledore said calmly.

There was complete silence and nobody moved, nobody looked at each other. I had one hand in my pocket holding my wand. I noticed that the parchment was sticking a bit out of my robes and I wanted to push it in but thought it would catch the Minister's attention.

A few minutes later, the door opened up and I turned to see Marietta who was hiding her face in her hands.

"Don't be scared, dear, don't be frightened, it's quite all right, now. You have done the right thing. The minister is very pleased with you. He'll be telling your mother what a good girl you've been. Marietta's mother, Minister, is Madam Edgecombe from the Department of Magical Transportation. Floo Network, office- she's been helping us police the Hogwarts fires, you know."

Against my will I snarled. Kingsley shot me the most discrete of glares.

"Jolly good, jolly good! Like mother, like daughter, eh? Well, come on, now, dear, look up, don't be shy, let's hear what you've got to- galloping gargoyles!" Fudge said, jumping backward in shock, landing himself in the fire and he quickly stomped his robes out.

Marietta gave a wail, pulling her robes up to her eyes. I grinned. Brilliant Hermione. Across her nose and cheeks in close, small purple pustules was the word "SNEAK".

"Never mind the spots now, dear, just take your robes away from your mouth and tell the Minister-"

Marietta shook her head.

"Oh, very well, you silly girl, I'll tell him. Well, Minister, Miss Edgecombe here came to my office shortly after dinner this evening and told me she had something she wanted to tell me. She said that if I proceeded to a secret room on the seventh floor, something to my advantage. I questioned her a little further and she admitted that there was to be some kind of meeting there. Unfortunately at that point this hex, came into operation and upon catching sight of her face in my mirror the girl became too distressed to tell me any more."

"Well, now. It is very brave of you, my dear, coming to tell Professor Umbridge, you did exactly the right thing. Now, will you tell me what happened at this meeting? What was its purpose? Who was there?"

My hand jerked, tucking the parchment into my pocket and Percy caught the movement. He opened his mouth but the Minister said. "Haven't we got a counterjinx for this? So she can speak freely?"

"I have not yet managed to find one though I'm sure Miss Kane would know the countercharm... But it doesn't matter if she won't speak, I can take up the story from here. You will remember, Minister, that I sent you a report back in October that Potter had met a number of fellow students in the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade-"

"And what is your evidence for that?" Professor McGonagall said, finally speaking.

"I have testimony from Willy Widdershins, Minerva, who happened to be in the bar at the time. He was heavily bandaged, it is true, but his hearing was quite unimpaired. Though Kane told everyone to keep their voices down- I suppose she'd foreseen that he would be reporting back- his hearing was not impaired and he heard everything and hastened straight to the school to report to me-"

"Oh, so that's why he wasn't prosecuted for setting up all those regurgitating toilets! What an interesting insight into our justice system!" Professor McGonagall said, raising her eyebrows.

"Blatant corruption! The Ministry did not cut deals with petty criminals in my day, no sir, they did not!" A wizard in a portrait said.

"Yeah well we downgraded with the Ministers." I said lightly and Harry grinned.

"Thank you, Fortescue, that will do." Dumbledore said, shooting me a warning glance that I pretended not to see. Kingsley just shifted slightly to the left, closer to me.

"The purpose of Potter's meeting with these students." Umbridge said through gritted teeth, "Was to persuade them to join an illegal society, whose aim was to learn spells and curses the Ministry has decided are inappropriate for school-age-"

"I think you'll find you're wrong there, Dolores." Dumbledore said.

"Oho!" Fudge said. "Yes, do let's hear the latest cock-and-bull story designed to pull Potter out of trouble! Go on, then, Dumbledore, go on- Willy Widdershins was lying, was he? Or was it Potter's identical twin in the Hog's Head that day? Or is there the usual simple explanation involving a reversal of time, a dead man coming back to life, and a couple of invisible dementors?"

I gritted my teeth, wanting to say that Peter Pettigrew was very much alive.

Percy Weasley let out a laugh, "Oh, very good, Minister, very good!" It seemed he had forgotten about the parchment in my pocket.

"Cornelius, I do not deny- and nor, I am sure, does Harry or Elizabeth- that they were in the Hog's Head that day, nor that they were trying to recruit students to a Defense Against the Dark Arts group. I am merely pointing out that Dolores is quite wrong to suggest that such a group was, at the time, illegal. If you remember, the Ministry decree banning all student societies was not put into effect until two days after Harry's Hogsmeade meeting, so they were not breaking any rules in the Hog's Head at all."

"That's all very fine, Headmaster." Umbridge said after a few moments of silence, "But we are now nearly six months on from the introduction of Educational Decree Number Twenty-four. If the first meeting was not illegal, all those that have happened since most certainly are."

"Well, they certainly would be, if they had continued after the decree came into effect. Do you have any evidence that these meetings continued?" Dumbledore asked and I grinned.

"Evidence? Have you not been listening, Dumbledore? Why do you think Miss Edgecombe is here?" Umbridge asked, still smiling that stupid smile.

"Oh, can she tell us about six months' worth of meetings? I was under the impression that she was merely reporting a meeting tonight." Dumbledore said.

"Miss Edgecombe tell us how long these meetings have been going on, dear. You can simply nod or shake your head, I'm sure that won't make the spots worse. Have they been happening regularly over the last six months?" Umbridge asked immediately. "Just nod your head, dear. Come on, now, that won't activate the jinx further..."

Marietta shook her head. I was unsurprised. I was sure Kingsley had altered her memory. Of course, the spell had knocked the parchment out of my pocket a bit- that brief blow of wind. I didn't want to touch it. . . if Percy noticed again. . .

"I don't think you understood the question, did you dear? I'm asking whether you've been going to these meetings for the past six months? You have, haven't you?"

Marietta shook her head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head, dear?" Umbridge asked, her voice getting tighter.

"I would have thought her meaning was quite clear. There have been no secret meetings for the past six months. Is that correct, Miss Edgecombe?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Marietta nodded.

"But there was a meeting tonight! There was a meeting, Miss Edgecombe, you told me about it, in the Room of Requirement! And Potter was the leader, was he not? Or was it Kane? They organized it,- why are you shaking your head, girl?"

"Well, usually when a person shakes their head they mean 'no'. So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign language as yet unknown to humans-" Professor McGonagall said coldly.

I giggled, pressing my hand to my mouth. My movement brought Percy's eyes to me and then he jumped up and said, "Minister! Kane has something in her pocket!"

Stupidly, I put my hand in the pocket with the parchment. Umbridge brushed past Marietta. I back up. "Give it to me Kane." She hissed.

"No." I said flatly. "It's not yours."

She grabbed my hand and yanked, pulling out the piece of parchment and looked at it. She brought it over to the Minister. They unrolled it, starting to look at it. Thinking about the promise I'd made to Ernie, I immediately pulled out my wand and shouted, "Evanesco!"

Fudge and Umbridge had been looking down at the piece of parchment eagerly disappeared from their hands.

SMACK!

I reeled backwards into a cabinet, shocked that she had actually slapped me across the face. Dumbledore had gotten to his feet, his wand raised. Kingsley started towards where I was standing. Harry had a look of shock on his face. Professor McGonagall's face was very white.

"You will not manhandle my students Dolores." Dumbledore said, his eyes flashing angrily.

"You want to calm yourself, Madam Umbridge. You don't want to get yourself into trouble now." Kingsley said in what sounded like a deep, slow voice. But I knew him well, he was extremely angry right now. He helped me to my feet. I had a hand pressed against my face, still in a bit of shock. "Stupid move." he whispered in my ear.

I dropped my hand and simply shrugged, not daring to say anything.

"It does not matter that the list is gone." Umbridge said without another word. "You saw what they named themselves Minister?"

"Yes." Fudge said. "Dumbledore's Army."

Kingsley's grip tightened on my shoulder.

"Well, the game is up. Would you like a written confession from me, Cornelius- or will a statement before these witnesses suffice?" Dumbledore asked.

I stiffened and looked up at Kingsley who, shocking me into fear, had fear on his face. So did Professor McGonagall.

"Statement? What- I don't-?" Fudge said slowly.

"Dumbledore's Army, Cornelius. Not Potter's Army. Not Kane's Army. Dumbledore's Army." Dumbledore said in a slow voice.

"But- but-" Fudge said and then he took a horrified step back into the fire and he yelped, and started stamping on his smoldering cloak again, "You?"

"What kind of fool jumps into a fire twice?" I muttered. Kingsley put a hand over my mouth. Playing the bad guy and trying to protect me at the same time. I guess maybe I did need some sort of protection- from myself. I just couldn't seem to shut up.

"That's right." Dumbledore said pleasantly, ignoring me.

"You organized this?"

"I did."

"You recruited these students for- for your army?"

"Tonight was supposed to be the first meeting. Merely to see whether they would be interested in joining me. I see now that it was a mistake to invited Miss Edgecombe, of course."

Marietta nodded.

"Then you have been plotting against me!" Fudge burst out.

"That's right." Dumbledore said in a cheerful voice.

"No!" Harry and I shouted at the same time and I struggled against Kingsley's tight grip. "No!" I shouted again, ignoring Professor McGonagall's warning look. "Professor-"

"Be quiet, Elizabeth or I'm afraid you will have to leave my office." Dumbledore said.

"Yes, shut up, Kane!" Fudge barked. Kingsley tightened his arms around me. "Well, well, well- I came here tonight expecting to expel Potter and Kane and instead-"

"Instead you get to arrest me! It's like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked, smiling.

"Not that Kane was going to amount to anything considering her father-" Umbridge said, goading me.

"Shut up." I snarled and Kingsley clasped a hand against my mouth again.

"Knock it off Elizabeth." He hissed in my ear.

"Weasley!" Fudge was shouting. "Weasley, have you written it all down, everything he's said, his confession, have you got it?"

"Yes sir, I think so, sir!" Percy said excitedly.

"The bit about how he's been trying to build up an army against the Ministry, how he's been working to destabilize me?"

"Yes, sir, I've got it, sir!" Percy yelled again.

"Very well, then, Duplicate your notes, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once. If we send a fast owl we should make the morning edition!" Percy dashed from the room. "You will now be escorted back to the Ministry, where you will be formally charged and then sent to Azkaban to await trial!" Fudge finished off triumphantly.

"Ah, yes. Yes I though we might hit that little snag." Dumbledore said and I stopped struggling against Kingsley.

"Snag? I see no snag, Dumbledore!" Fudge was still sounding extremely triumphant.

"Well, I'm afraid I do." Dumbledore said apologetically.

"Oh really?"

"Well- it's just that you seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to- what is the phrase? 'Come quietly.' I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course- but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing."

Umbridge's face was red. Fudge looked stupid. Fudge looked at Kingsley whos' arms were still around me in a tight hold and then to the other man who hadn't said a word. He drifted away from the wall, his hand reaching into his pocket.

"Don't be silly, Dawlish, I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, I seem to remember that you achieved 'Outstanding' in all your N.E.W.T.s, but if you attempt to- er- 'bring me in' by force, I will have to hurt you." Dumbledore said kindly.

Dawlish blinked and then looked at Fudge for an answer.

"So, you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?" Fudge sneered.

Suddenly, I found that I was clutching Kingsley to myself. If there was going to be a fight, I didn't want him to get hurt. "Merlin's Beard, no. Not unless you are foolish enough to force me to." Dumbledore said, smiling.

"He will not be singled-handed!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, plunging her hand into her robes and I followed her lead, pulling my wand out. Kingsley grabbed my wand arm, wrapping his other arm even tighter around me. I could barely move.

"Oh yes, he will, Minerva! Hogwarts needs you!" Dumbledore said sharply.

"Enough of this rubbish! Dawlish! Shacklebolt! Take him!" Fudge said.

In answer, Kingsley knocked me to the ground as jets of light started streaking through the air. I struggled under him but he had me pinned down. "Stop struggling." He grunted as I kneed him in the stomach. "You're going to get hurt."

I stopped struggling, Kinsley's weight crushing me. "Can't breathe." I whispered. He glared at me, moving his body up just an inch and I took in a deep breath and didn't move.

"Are you all alright?" Dumbledore asked, coming towards us out of the dust.

"Yes!" Professor McGonagall said, standing up and pulling Harry and Marietta up with her. Kingsley stood up, pulling me up with him.

"Thank you for modifying Marietta's memory Kingsley." Dumbledore said quickly. "I would've hexed you but Fudge saw you take Elizabeth down so it was unnecessary. Try and behave, won't you Elizabeth?"

I scowled in response. Dumbledore's lips twitched into the slightest smile.

"They will awake very soon and it will be best if they do not know that we had time to communicate- you must act as though no time has passed, as though they were merely knocked to the ground, they will not remember-"

"Where will you go, Dumbledore? Grimmauld place?" Professor McGonagall whispered.

"Oh no. I am not leaving to go into hiding. Fudge will soon wish he'd never dislodged me from Hogwarts, I promise you. . ." Dumbledore said, smiling.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, feeling extremely guilty.

"I'm glad you guys held the meetings Elizabeth. Now Harry, you must study Occlumency as hard as you can, do you understand me? Do everything Professor Snape tells you and practice it particularly every night before sleeping, so that you can close your mind to bad dreams- you will understand why soon enough, but you must promise me-"

Tears fell down my face and Kingsley hugged me to his side. Then he let me go and I quickly wiped my eyes as Dawlish started to stir. Dumbledore grabbed Fawkes golden tail and there was a flash of fire and they were gone.

"Where is he? Where is he?" Fudge asked, picking himself off the floor.

'I don't know!" Kingsley shouted stupidly, looking around. He winked at me as he faced me again and I tried not to smile.

"Well, he can't have disapparated! You can't inside this school-" Umbridge said.

"The stairs!" Dawlish said and darted down the stairs. Kingsley and Umbridge followed after him.

There was a painful silence as we were left with Fudge. "Well, Minerva, I'm afraid this is the end of your friend Dumbledore."

"You think so, do you?"

Fudge ignored, looking around the office. The portraits were hissing at him and giving him rude hand gestures.

"You'd better get those three off to bed." Fudge said, nodding towards us.

As the door swung closed behind us, I heard Phineas say, "You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts. . . but you cannot deny he's got style. . ."

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𝕰𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖊, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓, 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊, Hannah, Susan, Heidi, Zacharias, and Malcolm were all waiting for me in the Hufflepuff common room for me when I came in, sitting in the arm chairs.

"Elizabeth, what happened?" Ernie asked as I came in. I sat down in an arm chair nearby and then recounted the entire story.

"She slapped you?" Heidi asked, in complete disbelief.

"Dumbledore's gone?" Ernie asked sharply

"Dumbledore said that he was the one who created the club?" Malcolm asked in his deep voice, his brow furrowed. "I still don't understand why he did that."

"And you got rid of the D.A. list before they could read it!" Susan said smiling.

"Yes Heidi, she slapped me." I said, my voice exhausted. "Yes Ernie, Dumbledore's gone. Yes Susan, I got rid of the list. Now I think the reason Dumbledore said he created the club was to get. . . well to get Harry and I out of trouble. Dumbledore knows that if Harry or I got expelled. . . well Lucius Malfoy works' at the ministry. He could have a bunch of Death Eaters waiting for us and boom- we're gone. Dumbledore knew that."

"That's so scary!" Rose exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Don't worry." I said. "They dropped the expulsion charges when they found out Dumbledore 'created' it."

Justin shook his head.

"Dumbledore will be back though!" Ernie said confidently. "They couldn't keep him away in our second year and they won't keep him away now."

"No." I agreed. "They won't."

We sat there in silence for a moment and then I said, "We ought to go to bed. None of you got caught by anyone did you?"

They all shook their heads.

"Well." I said and I noticed my voice sounded a bit bitter. "You should all be forewarned that Umbridge is going to put together an Inquisitional Squad. Made up of only Slytherins of course. They'll be able to dock points for us so you guys should all watch your backs. Watch your mouths too. They'll take points for anything though I suspect we won't suffer as much as Gryffindor. Slytherin'll be trying to get our points down though considering we'll have to face them in Quidditch."

"Course." Ernie said bitterly. "Night everyone."

I went upstairs with the girls and climbed into bed, listening to Hannah and Susan drop off into snores. Then I slipped from my bed on cat feet and padded down the stairs, out of the common room, and down the stairs to the dungeon. The classroom door was open an inch and I pushed inside and headed over to the office door and scratched at it.

There was no answer. Well, it was late so maybe I shouldn't have expected him to be awake. But I could hear Draco's voice through the door.

". . .she'll be expelled and then of course, father will know, and then he'll have her." He was saying. I was frozen, pressed up against the dark wall.

"I have told you before not to go parading your ideas correct?" Professor Snape asked coolly. "Anyone could overhear you."

"Your becoming like my mother, Professor." Draco said, sounding a bit annoyed. Guess you couldn't blame that.

"If the wrong person overhears you. . . us. . . Draco. . ."

Draco strode to the door, opened it, looked around and then closed it. "No one there."

"Fine, so say that your plan works, which it may not- Dumbledore is known of getting favored students out of punishments- then what?"

"Come on, you know her Professor! He wants her visions of course! And then he'll use them to get to Potter!" Draco said, sounding exasperated as though Severus was the stupid one.

"Well it's a good plan, assuming it works. Though I'm never quite sure why you always come to me. It's almost as though you expect I'll participate in your little plan." Severus said in a lukewarm voice.

"Well I don't see why you shouldn't!" Draco said, sounding proud of his Professor.

"To act as a double spy means not to act as though you are on the other side in front of the other side, does that make sense Draco? I cannot act as though I'm really on Dumbledore's side if I help you kidnap Elizabeth Kane!"

"Oh." Draco said and paused. "Well, that does make sense, though I don't know why you have to keep up pretenses anymore."

"Information, Draco, information." Severus said silkily. "Now go on back to the Slytherin common room. Get some sleep. You don't want to be caught out of bed so late by any of the other teachers."

Draco exited the room, looking immensely pleased as though his stupid plan really was going to work. I slipped through the door as Severus closed it, but he wasn't looking down and didn't see me.

He was running a hand through his hair and looked extremely worried. He started pacing the room and then I decided to become human which made him jump back.

"Don't do that!" He gasped, a hand clenched around his wand.

"Sorry. Good news- I'm not expelled. Bad news- Dumbledore's gone." I said.

"Good." Severus said bluntly, putting his wand in his pocket and striding over to me, "It's better than any other alternative." He reached up and turned the lights off and then guided me over to the bed.

We simply laid down next to each other instead of doing anything else. I was still a bit upset, feeling as though Dumbledore's flight was my fault. Okay so Hermione, Harry, and mine fault but still. . .

Of course, it almost seemed as though Dumbledore had been looking for an excuse to get out of the school, hadn't it? Or was I just trying to make it seem that way because I felt so guilty? Of course, if you were describing it to someone who hadn't been there, or really perhaps wasn't part of the reason that Dumbledore was gone- it was funny to think back about how cheerful Dumbledore had been as he agreed that he had been conspiring against Fudge.

I scoffed out loud. Fudge was such a stupid man!

"What?" Severus asked quietly.

"Just thinking." I murmured.

I was suppressing my mind too and felt a bit of pressure and Severus groaned.

"You could just ask." I muttered, a bit annoyed.

"Let me see." he demanded.

I snorted but relaxed my mind so that he could come in. He settled a bit on a memory of the two of us in bed until I reached over and pinched him and the memory jumped to what had happened in Dumbledore's office.

"She hit you?" Severus asked, sounding surprised.

"Well yeah. . ." I mumbled against his chest. "What'd you expect?"

He was silent for a moment and then said, "Why didn't you just let them see the paper?"

"Because I promised Ernie that I would never let her see the paper and I always keep my promises, no matter the consequences." I said.

He was silent for a moment and then he said, "I want you to make me a promise."

"Okay?" I said, figuring it was going to be something silly.

"If the Dark Lord does catch you, I want you to tell him that we're romantically involved." Severus said.

I sat up so quickly that the blood rushed to my head much to quickly and it started to throb. "What!" I hissed. "You can't mean that!"

He sat up too, our faces faced each other, though in the darkness we couldn't read each others expressions. "Yes, I do. And I want you to promise me you'll tell him."

"Why?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest for some reason.

"Because I'm not going to live without you, Elizabeth." Severus said, putting his hands on either side of my face. "I should've died when. . . when Lily died and I didn't because I was a coward. But I love you so much more, Elizabeth, and I'm not going to live without you."

"But he doesn't want to kill me." I said panicking, "Not right away at least. He wants to kill Harry and he wants my power under him. If I tell him, you'll die for no reason and I'll have to live without you!"

Severus was silent for a moment and said, "I just want you to promise me you will."

"No." I said stubbornly. "You can live without me. You're strong enough. And besides, I don't plan on ever getting caught by him!"

"Then there's no harm in promising now, is there?" He asked, stroking my cheek.

I hesitated. It was such a strange request. Why would he make the request? What did he think he was going to gain by the request? "What do you know Severus?" I asked softly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, an edge to his voice.

"I mean, what do you know that made you want me to promise you that request?" I asked, my voice tight.

He was silent. My stomach dropped. So he did know something!

I flopped back down on the bed, my back to him. I was angry now. That was unfair! Asking me to make a promise that he wasn't going to give any background context to!

"He's planning a way to lure you and Harry somewhere." Severus said finally. "Though, I don't know how."

"Well." I snorted. "He can't lure me anywhere."

"He could if he found your dad." Severus said gently. "You'd go in a heartbeat and you know it."

I was silent now because I knew he was right. If Voldemort used Dad or Trang or Sirius or Tonks or Kingsley as bait. . . I'd go in a heartbeat.

"Fine." I said flatly. "I promise."

"Good." Severus said, laying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me and tucking his chin into the crevice of my neck so that our cheeks touched. As his hand reached down for mine, I quickly uncrossed my fingers.

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startanewdream · 2 years ago

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For the @hinnyfest, prompt #6: "You are speaking about my future wife/husband. Be more respectful"

(Or this is a weird Weasley mess, don't mind it)

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"Are we gonna tell them now?" Harry asked as they walked the path to the Burrow, following the enchanted lights that one of her brothrts had charmed to indicate the way to Ginny's birthday party.

"Not yet. After I blow out the candles."

Harry glanced at her. "Cold feet, Weasley?" He teased.

"I am just looking for the moment with the most impact," answered Ginny easily. "And you better keep calling me Weasley while you can."

"Weasley," he repeated in a purr, pulling her closer. Ginny grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, Weasley."

"I love you, Potter," she said against his lips, and then they were kissing, fireflies around them, the night warm and promising–

"Hey, hey!" Ron's voice broke them apart. He had his hands covering his eyes. "No snogging on the party's premise!"

"I thought it was my birthday–why can't I snog whoever I want?"

"Because this is a family party," George answered, pulling Ron's hands away. "It’s safe to look now."

"I would keep his hands–because I plan to snog Harry a lot today."

"Mum!" George called loudly, though Mrs Weasley was far away. "Little Gin is planning to smooch Ickle Harry."

"A lot," added Ginny defiantly. Harry held back a laugh.

"Come on, Ginny, they don’t need to know."

"Know what?" Asked Mr Weasley, bringing a set of chairs outside.

"Ginny wants to snog Harry," said George earnestly, ignoring Ginny's glare.

Mr Weasley coughed, pulling out his glasses to clean them. "Well, they are boyfriend and girlfriend…"

"Thanks, Dad." Ginny beamed at him. "Now–"

"How is that you always get away with it?" Asked Ron, almost amused.

"Because I am the favourite daughter, of course."

"Pst." George chuckled. "It’s not Ginny, it’s Harry. Mum and Dad don’t think Harry can do anything wrong."

"This is Harry we are talking about, right? No offense, mate, but you don’t have a perfect record."

Harry shrugged.

"And it is a full record," Percy added good-naturedly, joining them. "Have you seen your file at the Ministry?"

Harry grunted; his file could easily fill up seven history books if one where to tell them, which he hoped never happened.

"A file?" Asked Bill curiously, passing by with a basket of flowers. “Care to share?”

“Just read Skeeter,” suggested Charlie, smirking at them. “What's now, Harry Potter: Chosen or Lucky One?”

“I’d say he’s lucky and chosen,” Ginny said, eyes narrowed. “And I would stop pestering him—you are ruining my night.”

“Exactly, it’s your birthday, we can mess with Harry,” said George reasonably.

“I would say getting all my brothers bat-bogey hexed would ruin the party.”

“Er—” Harry squeezed Ginny’s hand. “Maybe we can just have a laugh—”

“Not at your expense.”

“According to Skeeter, Harry has faced worse than us,” Charlie teased.

“I can vouch for that,” added Ron. “Acromantulas—”

“How are spiders worse than a professor with two heads?”

“We once threw a snowball at Voldie’s head,” George said, a nostalgic glint on his eyes. “Oh, if we knew back then…”

“How many professors have tried to kill you?” Bill asked in a serious voice. “I lost count.”

“Are we considering Umbitch?”

“No, she just scarred him for life.”

“Got jealous of Voldie probably…”

“That’s it,” snapped Ginny, taking out her wand. “You should be more respectful—Harry’s life is not a scandal that you can just gossip like that—you are speaking about my future husband! He is part of the family and you will—what?” She blinked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Harry chuckled, clearly amused. “Hum… Ginny—”

Ron was the first to recover. “Husband?” He repeated, glancing from her to Harry. “Future husband? So you—”

“I proposed,” confirmed Harry, grinning broadly. “She accepted.”

“YES!” And then Ron was hugging them both, and his brothers were clapping; Ginny didn’t look like she was going to hex anyone for the moment.

“What’s this?” Mrs. Weasley asked distractedly. “How nice of you to be so happy with Ginny’s birthday.”

“Nah, she has a birthday every year,” George said genially, ignoring Ginny’s warning gaze. “But she only gets engaged once—at least, we hope so.”

“Engaged? Oh!”

"I am gonna hex you," whispered Ginny, even as she hugged her mother.

"It’s bad luck for a bride and a birthday girl to hex her brothers," he replied calmly, winking at her.

Harry laughed. "We will get back to them," he promised.

#Hinny #Hinnyfest #prompt 6: you are talking about my future husband #Weasley moments #It was a hard prompt for me sorry for this mess!

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years ago

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Sink to the Bottom

@mentallymarriedtohjp: hi! how r u? hope ur doing well! i wanted to ask for a harry x reader fluff umm maybe they dating in ootp with umbitch and everything he he, i’m just rlly soft today for ootp harry... hope u have a nice day! baii

Pairing: Harry Potter x GN!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Being there for Harry after Umbridge sends him to detention. [Sink to the Bottom by Fountains of Wayne]

Words: 2.1k

A/N: this is the first time i’ve written first person omfg ok hehe hope u like it babe! HSHDHEIS MY FORMAT IS SO INCONSISTENT IM SORRY

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I saw the way they looked at him. Everywhere he went, alarmed expressions drew up to the faces of those who stood by whenever he came near, muttered opinions that were exaggerated. And just as I hadn’t been ignorant of how they treat him, I was also aware of how he’d been treating himself.

As we sat in our first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year, I couldn’t help but risk a glance his way here and there. Dolores Umbridge clasped her hands together, a bright smile on her face (Or at least, that’s what she’s been trying to convey. I wondered if it would help if I told her my vision darkened whenever she comes into view. Of course, it wouldn’t. Would’ve been one heck of a shot, though).

She made us hide our wands. My eyes met Harry’s. I was seated right next to Hermione. But my mind was elsewhere. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Hermione’s raised hand. But just like I said, I was somewhere else. The sound of our new teacher’s voice made me want to snap my wand in two, but that will not do so I resorted to trying to calm myself down.

If I closed my eyes just a bit, I could see myself in the Burrow with the Weasleys, seated in one of the seats of the dining table, and blowing a spoonful of soup before gulping it down. This fantasy was soon broken by Harry’s booming voice.

I froze. He was talking back. I tried to capture his gaze, shaking my head vigorously. Either he did not see me or did not want to acknowledge my disapproval, for he kept talking to Umbridge as the entire class tensed. I turned to Hermione, sweat dripping from my neck down to my back.

Tried as I might to listen, my head was aching so bad that the only thing I heard was Harry mentioning the Dark Lord’s name. It was when Dolores Umbridge determined he was to be sent to detention that fully jolted me back to reality. Whatever his punishment was, it couldn’t possibly be good. I’ve been on the receiving end of Professor Snape’s detentions, and they were far from bearable.

She sent him to Professor McGonagall. As Harry made his way to the door, I thought about how I could easily send him a look that asked, ‘what were you thinking?’ but thought better against it and gave him a worried expression instead. He gave me a tight and reassuring smile. I know something was better than nothing, but I just had a bad feeling about this.

Something had to be done. I took a deep breath. Hermione looked at me, alarm in her eyes as I raised my hand. Dolores Umbridge was still panting from sending Harry to detention, and when her eyes fell on me, I could tell she was furious even as she cleared her throat and called up her toad-like smile.

“Yes?” she managed. I can see the threat in her eyes, but I paid no mind to that. Screw this.

I stood up. The entire class was looking at me now as I yawned and stretched my arms. “D’you know Voldemort?”

Hermione tensed beside me, kicking my foot lightly as she tried to catch my eye. I could see some of my classmate’s shoulders tense at the name. Who can blame them? Even I tensed at the mention of the Dark Lord’s name. Umbridge was not pleased.

Before she could speak against me, I pulled out my wand from my bag and started flinging it around like a worthless stick.

“Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, Vol —”

Safe to say that Dolores Umbridge was furious and livid enough to send me away.

“STOP THIS INSTANT!” she bellowed. If it weren’t for the tense atmosphere of the room, I’d have laughed at her face. “Fifty points from Gryffindor.”

Everyone was silent for a moment. They didn’t even falter at the deduction of the points. Surprisingly, even Umbridge was quiet. She did not send me to detention. “Aren’t you sending me to detention for saying ‘Voldemort’?”

I could see that she flinched from the mention of his name. “Do you want me to, dear?”

“That’ll be lovely, thank you.”

“You will stay here. I am your professor, and you will do as you’re told. Take your seat.” I didn’t. “Take your seat now.”

“If what Harry said was a lie, why are you so scared?”

“We do not speak of the Dark Lord. What’s your name,dear?”

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], dear.” I deadpanned. She was not impressed.

“Alright, [Y/L/N]. It will most certainly do you better if you take your seat and keep your mouth shut.”

“Voldemort, Volde —”

“I WILL NOT TAKE THIS DISRESPECT.” The woman — hardly, but I’m trying to make a point — balled up her fists in indignation, furiously scrawled something on a sheet of paper, trudged to where I sat and handed me a slip. “You will bring this to Professor McGonagall and —”

“I have detention with you, duly noted. Great, more quality time!” Snatching the slip from her, I stood up from my desk and hung my bag over my shoulder before marching to the door.

Before leaving, I turned around and looked back at the others looking at me. Then I looked at Umbridge. She was redder than ever. I thought the touch of red on her face would look good as a dress.

“Stop fearing his name so much, he’s not Beetlejuice,” I said condescendingly before swinging the door open but before I pulled it shut again, I retreated back to the classroom. “Get it? Because if you say Beetlejuice three times, he’ll . . . poof in front of you,” I said lamely. Only then did I realize how weak of an exit line it was. I’d have dragged my hand down my face if it weren’t for the students who shared a look of fright while Umbridge flamed in anger. “Oh, don’t worry. Voldemort won’t appear in front of you, he’s busy gathering his dance troupe. Bye-bye.”

On my way to Professor McGonagall’s, I hummed in triumph. When I arrived, I found Harry seated, shoulders tense. He was eating a cracker, I think?

“Good heavens, you as well?” gasped McGonagall. Sighing, she adjusted her glasses and gestured at a tartan tin lying on her desk. “Have a biscuit too, [Y/L/N].”

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We walked in silence for a little while, but after I finished eating my own biscuit, I decided to break the silence. He hadn’t spoken to me in a while. “So, you liked the snack?”

“What’d you tell Umbridge?” Harry asked, keeping up with me.

“What she had to hear,” I said, licking my lips. “What everyone had to hear. You shouldn’t have talked, you know. She’s mad. Like, mad mad.”

“Then why’d you talk back to her, too?”

“Not on my watch am I gonna let you go alone. Our detentions are scheduled on different days, but at least we got to eat a cracker with Professor McGonagall.”

“Sorry,” he said. He did not meet my eyes.

“Ew, what are you sorry for?” I teased in an attempt to better the mood.

“Well, for getting you in trouble.”

“Don’t be. I like you for that.”

It was time for dinner, so when we made it to the Great Hall, we both plopped down on the benches, groaning.

I could tell news about what happened during our Defense Against the Dark Arts class earlier this day had spread. I don’t know how, but it was probably because whatever news involved Harry and the Dark Lord was considered

“But you still shouldn’t have done that,” said Harry, shaking his head. “Now they’re gonna think you’re mad.”

“Good,” I remarked, leaning in the table to take a chicken leg. “That’s a good thing to be.”

“Both of you should not have done that,” Hermione hissed as she tossed her book aside. “She could have gotten you two expelled!”

“Would’ve been nice,” I said, getting a reproachful look from Hermione. “Well on the bright side, people don’t like her even more now.”

“That was established right from the start,” said Ron.

“Ron’s got a point,” said Hermione. Ron straightened in his seat, but Hermione ignored him. “The only thing that’s changed is they don’t like you now even more, too. I mean saying Vol — Voldemort’s name like that! Quit it, Ron. She’s really going to get you expelled.”

“You kept raising your hand,” I said defensively.

“I was asking questions. Now, on to more important matters. . . .” I didn’t really hear what Hermione had said, nor did I hear what Angelina Johnson told Harry. Something to do with Quidditch try-outs. Or practice. I don’t know.

When we got back to the common room, I practically plopped down on the couch. Harry sat down right next to me, leaning back and groaning. I looked up to find him frowning, staring at nothing in particular.

I sat up right away and beckoned him to lie down on my lap instead. “Go on now, I’ve been told I make good company so you don’t have to worry.”

Harry then obliged, albeit hesitantly. This was a first for us; we’d only started dating before we came to Hogwarts. I don’t blame him for being nervous. Heck, even I’m worried. What if he doesn’t like my lap and all stupid questions. Stupid concerns but, well, I can’t just not worry about everything. I can’t just not worry about Harry.

I’d fallen asleep as soon as Hermione mentioned our essay in Herbology again, and I dreamt I killed a rat.

When I woke up, I forgot about it for a while but as soon as I gained my consciousness, I remembered the dream: I was walking in the Great Hall when a rat bit my toe and I just . . . stepped on it. It was a weird dream. But I recalled a friend of mine from before I went to Hogwarts telling me about a dream similar to mine. Apparently, killing a rat in your dream was a good thing. It was disgusting, so I shook it off, not wanting to think about it any further than I already have.

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I also realized I’ve been sleeping on Harry’s lap. I bolted upright.

“I’m sorry, you can lie down now.”

“No, no, it’s okay! You looked tired so I — er — let you sleep.”

“Sorry, Harry,” I told him, taking his hands into mine and rubbing circles on it as gently as I could.

“Come on, lie back down,” he said.

“No, it’s okay, I’m wide awake now.”

A moment of silence once more. We stared into the fireplace, the flames dancing as if in a waltz.

“They’re gonna think you’re mad, you know,” he said with a laugh. I sat closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I know, I know.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“They’re bringing you down! If there’s anyone who’s willing to go down with you, that’s me,” I teased. To my relief, he laughed.

“I wanna sink to the bottom with you and that’s that,” I said, staring into the fire. It kept dancing. “Like it or not, you’re my boyfriend — hard to believe but I’m not complaining — and I will literally be there for you whether or not you need me.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

I pulled away and looked at him with feigned anger. “I launch into a romantic monologue and I just get, ‘Thank you?’”

Harry chuckled, and it was hard not to do so as well especially when his laugh is every bit as infectious as his smile. “I love you,” he blurted out. “—smile. Your smile. Love it? Love your — I love your smile.”

I inched away from him with narrowed eyes.

“Did you really have to add the smile part?”

“Did you want me to?”

“Nope, I feel the same way.”

“Okay, uh, sorry for blurting it out. But I do, though. Is that okay?”

“Is it okay to love me?” I asked jokingly. I would’ve laughed but he looked like he was about to shit his pants so I simply smiled. “‘Course it is!”

He smiled a bit, but I could tell he didn’t seem so satisfied.

“Oh, cheer up. I love you too, you dork.”

“Thanks.” What he said alone was enough to send me wheezing but for his sake, I decided it was better to not laugh at all. But his breath of relief. . . Heavens, this boy will be the death of me.

“What?” I choked, trying not to laugh.

“Er — nothing.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. That’s more like it, mister.” Grinning, I rested my shoulder on him again. All worries were nothing but distant. Detention? Screw that, I’m lying next to him. No time to worry about things not worth worrying about.

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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years ago

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Three Days With You - Part Two

Summary: Draco has a rather interesting day planned for the two of you. Joined by familiar faces, old wounds resurface leaving the two of you with more questions than answers.

Warnings: smut,mature language and scenes, drinking, a fair amount of angst, mentions of blood

Word count: 3000

A/n: it’s 4am and I’m sleep deprived. This series is a bit plot heavy as opposed to WOS. I tried so very hard to fit everything under the 3000 word limit I’ve set for each part.

Song that plays as they dance: Fade into you by Mazzy Star

Part one | Masterlist

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Sometime around Umbridge’s reign of terror, 5th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

With his arms folded, Draco casually reclined against the wall and he watched you write lines with Umbridge’s quill. He tried to keep a straight face but it was hard not to wince as he watched the words etch themselves onto your skin.

It seemed that Dolores Jane Umbridgde wasn’t really fond of you. In fact, he was certain she despised you just as much as Potter.

This was your third consecutive evening in detention and as a member of the inquisitorial squad, he was tasked with the duty of keeping an eye on you.

And while you did a moderately decent job of keeping a straight face through the searing sensations, he could sense that you were clearly in pain.

“Murtlap essence.” Draco said quietly and you dropped the quill and turned around to look at him. “It should help with the abrasions.”

“Why are you talking to me, Malfoy?”

Draco arched a brow at your question but internally, he too was pondering why he was talking to you.

Nobody talked to you.

You always spent most of your time scribbling furiously into what looked like a diary of some sort. You barely had any friends and most of his so-called friends were very upfront about their disdain for you and your muggleborn heritage.

“Why can’t I talk to you?” He finally asked, walking up to where you were seated.

“Are you asking me or are you asking yourself?” You quipped and went back to writing lines with that wretched quill. You always seemed so unbothered by everything.

A part of his brain was telling him to shut up and another part of his brain was trying to come up with a witty response just to impress you.

“I’m asking you.” He sighed in defeat before crouching down next to you to look at the gashes on your hand. “Why can I not talk to you?”

“Hm, let’s see..” You said with a bit more salt than you intended to. “Your Pure blood ideals that classify people like me as mudbloods, the prejudice, not to mention Umbitch who wouldn’t be very pleased to see you talk to me while I’m writing lines for her.”

His fingertips ghosted over your cuts, barely making contact with the blood as he contemplated running outside to look for some murtlap essence himself.

“Dont.” You winced when his skin made contact with the cuts. “Just don’t. I don’t need your pity.”

His eyes caught sight of yours as you pulled your hand away and he immediately felt uneasy at the sight of them. It was a kind of wistfulness, a type of yearning and nostalgia for something that never was. Something that never could be. And it somehow made him want it even more.

Draco lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush against your cheek and he heard you reflexively draw in a sharp breath.

He found himself leaning in to capture your lips in his but you hesitated.

“It wouldn’t be justifiable if something happened in between us.” You whispered, leaning an inch away from him. “It would be highly inconvenient for you if someone found out.”

“Then I guess, no one must know.” His voice was hoarse before he crashed his lips into yours.

How was he ever going to explain himself if anyone found out? His whole life, he was taught to be repelled by your kind. He was, however, anything but repelled.

He was swallowing all of the little whimpers that you made and he was revelling in the feel of your smooth skin underneath your shirt.

How was he ever going to justify the way he was slowly allowing his fingers to trace your inner thighs before pushing your panties aside to press his finger into your wetness.

Gods, the sounds you were making when he pushed a finger inside of you.

Why were you allowing him to touch you like this?

Hair tousled, shirt unbuttoned with your breasts falling out, legs spread open for him to see. For him to claim.

“Is this okay?” He asked before taking a slow lick up your soaked cunt and you raked your fingers into his hair and gripped hard as you nodded eagerly.

One taste of you and instantaneously forgot everything that was expected of him. It didn’t bother him what type of blood ran through your veins. The way he wanted to kneel and worship your pretty and wet cunt was more sacred than the entire bloody sacred twenty eight.

When he finally lined his hardened erection up against your entrance, he noticed that you had suddenly tensed. Your hesitation was notable in the way you tilted your head and stared at the floor like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, using his index finger to tilt your face back to him. “Tell me, y/n. Do you want me to stop?”

That was the first time he’d used your given name and saying it made his ears turn hot.

“No—No I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. “It’s just that—I’ve never..”

How could he have been so dense?

The way you were digging your nails into his arms, your whimpers, and the way you winced when he pushed his fingers inside you should have told him that you were a virgin.

He caressed your cheeks slightly and dipped his head lower to press a kiss onto your forehead before backing away.

He didn’t want your first time to be with someone like him, during Umbridge’s detention of all places with your cuts still bleeding and seeping into the cotton of his white shirt.

“Draco don’t.” You whispered his given name softly and grabbed him by the arm before he had the chance to walk away. “Don’t go.”

“But y/n—”

You pulled him in and pressed your lips on his before he could reason with you.

He had the choice to walk away from you, from all this but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt different with you.

He asked you one more time before lining himself up against you. And when you gave him a soft and breathy “yes”, he pushed.

Your walls clenched him in and you tried your best to repress your tearful whimper by biting down on the exposed part of his shoulder.

He made sure to be gentle with you when he made the first few thrusts.

Soon enough, your grip on his arms loosened. Your cries morphed into tiny little gasps and moans of his name and you began to kiss the same place you were previously biting.

And at that very moment he knew you had surrendered yourself to him.

Wholly. Completely. Entirely.

At the particular moment, you belonged to nobody but Draco Lucius Malfoy and he—

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Present day, Pilgrim’s Inn, 9:27 Am

Draco, fixing you both a cup of coffee, stilled and snapped out of the flashback inside his mind when you let out a small grumble in your sleep and reached towards his side of the bed.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself when he noticed the visibly annoyed look on your sleepy face when all you felt were pillows and sheets.

As much he wanted to sit and watch you sleep like a mega creep, it seemed like a good time to wake you up.

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He was still wearing the same trousers and black shirt from the previous night when your eyes fluttered open. Only this morning, the shirt was buttoned halfway, exposing most of his chest and torso. The sleeves had been rolled back and you felt your stomach twist into a knot at the sight of his dark mark.

It served as a constant reminder that you only really had three days with him.

Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, Draco stood up and walked towards the bed with a ceramic mug filled to the brim with coffee causing your lips to twist into a grateful smile.

“Drink up.” He said as he sat down on the chair next to you. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

After a big gulp of the coffee, you put the mug on the bed side table and looked at him.

“We do?”

“Of course we do.” He motioned towards a turquoise box on top of the dresser, sounding giddy and excited. He almost sounded like the carefree and careless Draco you loved to hate from the first few years at school.

You quickly threw the duvet off your body and scurried towards the dresser; the floorboards of the inn creaked as you did so.

“What’s in the box?” You turned your head back to look at him.

Draco’s cheeks were flushed and he was watching you with darkened eyes. His firm grip on the mug made his knuckles turn pale and you only realized you were standing in front of him naked when you saw the growing bulge in his pants

You ignored your own blood rush to your cheeks while you unwrapped the box to see what he was so excited about.

It was an oxblood red dress, with the softest fabric you’d ever touched. Long flowy sleeves and a plunging neckline, it was strikingly gorgeous.

“A Dress Draco?” You raised a brow at him.

“For our very first date. And for later..” he smirked and you scanned the entire dresser to find an appropriate object to throw at him.

“That’s some way to ask a girl out and must you always think about sex?!” You accused even though you were thinking about it too and reached for a book he’d left on top of the dresser to throw at him.

Before launching the book his way, you paused to examine the book on your hand that read Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. It was only then that you realized that more than half of the books he had in the inn were about potions and alchemy.

How could you have not realised? Potions was the only subject he really seemed to enjoy at school.

Even during the nights you spent together back in school, you’d prop yourself up on his bed, wrap a sheet carelessly around your bare body and watch him stay up late to work on his Potions homework.

You’d always encourage him towards a career in potion making and he’d smile wistfully at the idea before turning to look at the snake and skull tattoo on his forearm. With a vacant look in his otherwise mercurial eyes, he’d remind you that he would have liked that if the circumstances were different.

You dropped the book back on the desk and instantly flung yourself into his arms.

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When he felt you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, Draco stiffened.

The way you were holding him made it seem like you were already saying your goodbyes and he felt as if someone had repeatedly used the cruciatus curse on him. He couldn’t bring himself to think about his life without you in it.

He wasn’t ready.

Draco quickly sorted out his scrambled thoughts and placed his oculomancy walls up as high as he could.

“As sexy as you are naked, I’d very much like to see that dress on you.”

You slightly sniffled before walking back towards the dresser to slip the dress on. The way you struggled with the zipper was adorable to him and he helped you zip it up with a crooked grin on his face.

Considering the present situation, taking you outside of the inn was risky so he’d taken it upon himself to arrange a perfect little lunch at the inn itself. Complete with vintage wine, a lavish main course and a decadent dessert to top it all off.

Sure, it took another huge wad of muggle cash, and coaxing the owner but the look on your face when he fed you a spoonful of chocolate mousse was worth it.

He was going to be the best fucking boyfriend on the face of this planet even if it was only for three days.

Draco took your hand, kissed you on the knuckle, guided you to the table, pulled your chair out for you and tried his hardest to not stare at your cleavage for more than thirty seconds.

Thank Merlin for all of the etiquette training he had to undergo when he was younger!

~~~

The two of you didn't really get around making much progress on the rest of the items on Draco’s itinerary filled with cliched tripes like reading poetry to each other and slow dancing to a song playing on the vintage turntable in the far corner of the room.

You’d never taken him for a romantic but he was adamant on the idea of finding “your song” from the tracks on the record that was spinning round and round.

When the both of you finally stopped bickering and agreed on a song, he stood up in front of you and offered you his hand.

Fade into you. Strange you never knew…

The chorus went as he took the lead and swayed you slowly across the room, careful not to trip on furniture.

Both of you barely made it to the end of the song and you weren’t even surprised.

~~~

“Gods you really do look beautiful in this dress..” he let out a low growl when he stopped dancing to pin you against the mattress and attach his lips to the pulse point of your neck.

To his utter surprise, you wasted no time in yanking his belt buckle.

“I need you…Draco Lucius Malfoy.” You pleaded as you started to pump his length in your hand. “I need you now.”

Urgency was dripping through every syllable that left your lipstick smudged mouth. Arousal was seeping through the fabric of your panties and Draco was afraid he’d come just by watching you like that.

“Say it again..” he whispered as he attached his mouth to your firm nipple. “Please—y/n, just say my name like that again..”

“Draco…”

With no hesitation or remorse, he pried your legs apart and pushed his cock right where it belonged inside of you. The way your body reacted to the motion drove him insane.

He often questioned his place in the universe, it was a constant battle between light and dark, between right and wrong.

But with you, he always felt like he belonged.

“You’re going to make me come…Draco..”

He buried his face into your hair and continued to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

It was never like this with anybody else for him. And it was never going to be.

“I love you.” You whispered as you succumbed to your orgasm, heedless of the way your words would affect him.

How could you say those words out loud so often and not care about the consequences that came along with it?

“Don’t be selfish..” He groaned, feeling his own high approaching at the sound of those words. “Don’t you dare…”

“I love you.” You moaned, louder this time. “I love—”

He silenced you with a kiss before you could say it again. The weight of those words were always too much for him. Especially when he knew he had less than seventy two hours with you.

Draco began to think about all those years of childish games and wasted time as strong stinging sensations prickled up on his skin.

First, at the pit of his stomach. Then, on his left forearm.

He’d been called upon.

~~~

“Do not leave this inn. You understand?” He warned as he quickly redressed. “I’ll have someone sent over to look after you.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” You protested as you wrapped the sheets around your body and got out of bed. “I don’t need a babysitter,Draco.”

His eyes darkened and his expressions hardened as he heard your words and you gulped when he stormed over to where you stood.

“Listen to me carefully.” He gripped hard onto your shoulders and shook you. “Stay put and only open the door if you hear three knocks.”

It took a second for you to let his words sink in but you slowly nodded.

His cold hands cupped either of your cheeks and his forehead pressed up against yours; desperate and frantic eyes stared back at you.

“I have one more thing on my itinerary for us.” He said, conjuring the best smile he could give you before leaning in to press a slow and soft kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

You held onto his words, dressed yourself in one of his sweaters, paced back and forth in the room, made yourself a cup of strong black coffee and even read through his extensive collection of books.

After what seemed like an hour, you heard it. Three very precise knocks on your door.

Very anxiously, you opened the door to find a brunette boy giving you a Cheshire Cat kind of smile.

He casually leaned forward to squeeze you into a bone crushing hug as if you were a long lost family member and you scrunched up your nose, awkwardly hugging back.

“I believe a proper introduction is long overdue.” He said as he let go. “Theodore Nott.”

“I know who you are.” You mumbled as you stepped back to let him in. “I have seen you in class.”

“Great.” He smiled as his eyes danced around the room to look at the books, the coffee pot, the turntable and the remains of what used to be the dress Draco got you.

A bright pink flush swiped across your cheeks as Theo disapprovingly shook his head. “I know you both spent half of the day shagging but please tell me you managed to do at least five activities from the itinerary!”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I had to unfortunately sit and watch him put the blasted itinerary together.” Theo sighed, as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot before reaching for a tiny flask inside his jacket. “Occulumancy aside, Ferret is also rubbish at hiding things from me.”

You let out a snort when you remembered Draco the ferret.

After your laughter simmered down, Theo took a rather cautious step towards you before offering you his flask.

“Nothing happened between him and Pansy that day y/n.”

Your heart started to ache as your mind started recollecting that day. That goddamned day.

“And you’re telling me this now because?”

Theo sat down on the floor and patted the empty space next to him with a sad little smile on his face.

“Closure.”

(To be continued….)

~~~~~~

Part three preview:

The two of you laid peacefully next to each other one top of a picnic blanket he’d conjured, somewhere in the middle of a forest clearing

The stark black sky was littered with a million shimmering stars. Protective wards were in place and the air was saturated with the scent of pine wood and moss.

From across the blanket, Draco reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze and you turned to your side to get a better view of him—his silver hair giving the moonlight a run for its money.

“Lyrids.” He smiled, pointing his index finger at the sky as meteors started falling from the sky, one after another…

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sapphicmsmarvel · 3 years ago

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FW: The Article (sex store pt 2)

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I headcanon leigh anne pinnock as angelina; then I had perrie or jade fill the spot of Y/N. (stan little mix and not j*sy n*lson)

This is a part two of the sex store and it’s an article released by some gossip magazine from the wizarding world about Y/N and Angelina.

I thought this was a cool feature to add!

BOLD: reporter speaking

BOLD ITALICS: the girls responding (i’ll label who says what)

Italics: magazine.

My journalism classes be coming through.

Meet the faces behind the popular Weasleys Wizard Wheezes own sex store:

Angelina Johnson and Y/N L/N.

The two are the designers of over 200 different sex related products that are sold in the After Dark. A store within the WWW store. I was fortunate enough to sit down and have a conversation with the two about the success.

“We can’t believe it!” Johnson says as she holds L/N’s hand.

Photograph taken by Ginny Weasley behind the scenes of the first After Dark campaign.

“Did you two think this would be well perceived?”

“By some yes, we know less traditional wizards and witches wouldn’t slander us. But of course the old fashioned pricks did.” Y/N says as she sips her tea.

“I can tell you aren’t too bothered by it.”

Y/N shrugged as she answered. “Why would we be? It's not our fault those bastards are too prudish and traditional to have fun sex lives. Not our responsibility.”

“You can see her Slytherin coming out.” Angelina said as she nudged Y/N’s side playfully.

Y/N shrugged in response. I asked my next question.

“How did this idea come about?”

“It was our usual monthly dinner, the four of us. George, Fred, Y/N and I. Then the boys just brought it up. They had been pondering it for a while.”

“They were so scared to ask us.” Y/N giggled in memory. “They were scared because they didn’t know how we’d feel.”

“How long had you known them at this point?”

“Well, we’ve all been friends since our first years at Hogwarts.” Angelina explains.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, Fred and I have been dating since our fifth year. Ange and George have been since seventh year, or I guess, since the boys left Hogwarts.”

“They dropped out, correct?”

They both nodded. “We don’t blame them for leaving. We encouraged it actually. They weren’t happy. Dumbledore let them have their fun, Umbridge, or Umbitch- can I say that?” Y/N asked.

“Say whatever you want.”

“I mean like cursing.” She explained.

“Of course.”

“Great!” She exclaimed. “Anyway, Umbitch restricted us so much we couldn’t do normal teenager things. She once gave me detention for kissing Fred. I had ‘i will not fratnerize with the opposite sex’ scarred into my hand for weeks after that.”

Angelina clenched her hand tighter. “We were all so mad when Y/N came back with that carved into her hand. I remember how mad Fred was. I think that was his final straw. George wanted to leave since the beginning.”

“That’s when they got revenge on Umbridge, correct?”

“They weren’t originally going to leave the way they did. It was planned during O.W.L.S. But, they added the dragon burning her bum after Y/N’s hand.”

We all shared a laugh over that.

Angelina and Y/N at the After Dark fashion show.

“So how was it designing all of this lingerie and seeing it at your own fashion show?”

“It was a dream!” Angelina gushed. “I love fashion and being able to incorporate that into the brand was amazing.”

“She really was the brains.” Y/N spoke, gushing about Angelina. “Oh sod off, you did so much.”

“Nah, babe. I let that fashion show go into your hands and make it your dream.” Y/N answered.

“I have to say ladies, it means the world to me that you two are so open about this stuff. You aren’t ashamed. It means a lot to see women succeeding with these things.”

Both looked at me with what can only be described as heart eyes and pulled me into a hug.

Angelina and Y/N are posing in the lingerie they’ve created.

The two have created countless designs in toys and lingerie. As well as five different formulas of lubricant, ten different types of cleaners and batteries that last longer than the average.

It’s clear that these incredible women aren't stopping any time soon. And I for one, cannot wait to see where this journey takes them.

-Padma Patil.

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wicked-hg · 4 years ago

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Love, The Weasleys || g.w.

Day 12 of @jamilelucato and @whack-ed Very Harry Potter Christmas.

George Weasley x muggleborn!reader

Prompt: Writing Christmas cards

Summary: George never knew about Christmas cards until you.

A/N: This ended up being more about Christmas cards in general than writing them. Hope you all enjoy! I’m thinking about maybe writing more.

WC: 2.3k

Y/H/C- your hair color ; Y/L/N- your last name ; Y/H- your house (except Gryffindor. Sorry. I didn’t realize my mistake when writing this. You’ll understand at the end. Forgive me.)

First year George wasn’t expecting anything from you during Christmas break. You were a muggle-born he had met one day running away from Filch after getting separated from Fred. You two became friends as you became a silent partner and helped with their escape plans. George didn’t realize you had an owl.

George opened the envelope and stared at the strange letter that had a picture on the front with reindeer pulling a fat man in red robes in a red cart. The front read “May all your wishes be granted”. George curiously opened the strange letter. A still photo of your family stared up at him. He moved it to the side. Printed inside was “Happy Christmas with lots of joy!” Signed underneath was The Y/L/N Family. On the opposite side was a note from you.

George,

I hope you have a Happy Christmas with your family! I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything in time. I promise to have something for you on the train. Miss you lots dear friend!

Sincerely,

Y/N

“Mum, Dad,” George asked. “Do you know what this strange letter is? My muggle-born friend sent it to me.”

“That’s a Christmas card,” Charlie piped up. “We learned about muggle Christmas traditions before break. Muggles send cards out to family and friends during the holidays. Sometimes they send pictures and longer notes to catch up with people. It’s just a way to celebrate the holidays. Professor Quirrell didn’t really understand them.”

George nodded and stared at the card. He looked over at the picture of your family. You were in the middle with a giant grin and a red sweater. Peeping up from the bottom of the photo, he swore it was the beginning of a gold G. “I like these strange letters. Christmas cards you say, Charlie?”

———————

George stared out of the window in hope. Fred watched his twin while he sat on his bed and worked on pranks for their shop. “She doesn’t even know we’re here, Georgie. How can you expect Y/N to send you a Christmas card when she doesn’t know where you’re staying?”

“She will!” George argued. “She always does.”

“You didn’t tell her, did you George? It doesn’t matter that she is finally your girlfriend after you both finally got it through your thick heads.”

George shook his head. “I didn’t tell her. She knows we are not at the Burrow. She thinks we’re staying with Aunt Muriel. I told her to send the letter to the Burrow. Errol is there waiting for the trade off. Told her it was too far for Sova to fly the whole way.”

Fred shook his head. “You’re letting Errol deliver your happiness? Oh Georgie. You’re doomed.”

George stuck his tongue out at his twin before turning back to the window. Soon, he thought, Errol should be here soon. As if by magic, the shadow of Errol appeared in the distance. George scrambled to grab the owl treats he had waiting on the window sill.

“Cmon, you stupid old owl. Come get the treat and give me that letter,” George almost shouted. Fred shushed him. The last thing either of them needed was for someone to wake up and discover what they are both up to. “Incoming, Freddie! He’s coming in hot!”

Fred quickly stumbled out of bed and grabbed a pillow as George made the window wider and grabbed another pillow to go under Fred’s. Errol blasted through the window and hit the pillow at Fred’s chest before falling onto the pillow George held underneath. George laid the treats next to the owl and snatched the letter. This year glittery snowflakes adorned the front with “May your life be full of flurries of happiness”. The inside read similar like every year with something about having a happy Christmas, the family signature, and the family picture. Just like always too, there was a note from Y/N.

Darling George,

Give my love to your family. I do hope your father is okay and recovering well. I also hope that the hag of an aunt you call Muriel is treating you all well too. It was a bummer to end term without you, but alas I know I’ll be doing it once more. One of us has to have a diploma, even if I will end up working with you. Don’t throw a fit, my darling George. I know I can do more with my life, but this is what I want. I already made that clear to my parents. They’ve accepted my choice. Back to end of term. It was okay. It would have been better if Umbitch wasn’t there. She did leave me alone though...unwillingly. Somehow she kept getting fed your nosebleed nougats and lost quite a bit of blood. Hmmmm. Who knows how that happened. I certainly don’t, and neither do Peeves or that elf Dobby your brother knows. Mum and Dad and those idiot brothers of mine say hello. They’re all glad I finally officially have you as mine. Apparently they’ve always known too. Perhaps I should tell them the truth about our Yule Ball last Christmas and we went as much much more than best friends. I’ll give you your present on the train back. Take care, darling. Do enjoy your break. Miss you tons, but I love you more.

Love always,

Y/N

George grinned at the card. “She’s brilliant, Freddie. Absolutely brilliant.”

——————

George was nervous as he handed Fred the card. It was still early in the morning. The Hogwarts express had gotten back the day before, which meant the holiday rush will be hitting soon. Y/N was managing the store with Verity while George and Fred were going over some inventory in the back. Fred stared at the envelope before gingerly opening it. He smiled at the card with a fireplace wishing him a warm and festive holiday. “Well finally, Georgie boy,” Fred grinned. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to tell the Y/L/N to include me in their list of Christmas card receivers.”

George didn’t say a word and just motioned for his brother to open it. Fred opened the card. Staring back at him was a muggle photo of Y/N and George. Both were grinning in the midst of pine trees. George’s arms were wrapped around Y/N and she was leaning into his chest. Fred moved the picture to be greeted with the typical Y/L/N family picture, but he very quickly noticed his twin was a part of the family photo. Moving the photos he saw the card was signed by The Weasleys, but it was in Y/N’s handwriting. On the left side of the card, Fred was greeted with the familiar sight of George’s writing.

Forge,

Y/N told me I didn’t have to write you a note updating you on my life because we live and work together and see each other every day. But where is the fun in that? I want you to have a true Christmas card experience! We’ve been through so much this year, Freddie. I’m just glad I got to experience it with you along the way. As you can see, I’m a part of the Y/L/N Christmas cards now. Y/N is my everything. I have to thank you. Thank you for giving me the pushes to make her mine. It’s no lie written in the card, Forge. She’s gonna be a Weasley. Will you be my side as I celebrate my new life? There’s no one else I’d want. Let’s celebrate Christmas with a bang.

Gred

Fred immediately looked up. “You serious, Gred?”

“Absolutely, Forge. There’s no one else for me, and with the war and her being a muggle-born. It’s just going to be a quick muggle ceremony. Once the war is over, we’ll do the real thing.”

“Why muggle?”

“She’s read about wizard tradition. She wants to experience that and have her family see it too. Besides, if we did a quick magic ceremony, her family wouldn’t be allowed to come. With a muggle ceremony too, if anything happens she can easily blend right in and be taken care of.”

“You sure about this, George? I’m not talking you out of it. I know she’s perfect for you, but I want you to be happy.”

George smiled and hugged his brother. “I am, Fred. I have everything I want right now. Her. You. The store. I just want to make her as permanent in my life as you are.”

Fred chuckled. “Well I am amazing. It’s only a given. But George, have you told mum and dad yet?”

“They’re getting a Christmas card from Y/N and I. All the family is. They also got one specifically from her family.”

“I meant do mum and dad know you and Y/N are getting married?” George stayed quiet. “Oh Gred. What have you gotten yourself into?

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George found you at the kitchen table writing a list. “Making a list and checking it twice, darling?” George joked.

You smiled and kissed him. It was good to hear those little quips from him. When the war hit hard and Fred was killed, you worried he wouldn’t laugh again or joke. You feared the store would stay closed and layers of dust would settle over the products. It took George a few months, but they got the store up and going again. You knew he wouldn’t be the same without Fred, but it was good to see him somewhat the same again. “It’s what he’d want, Y/N,” he told you when working on cleaning up the store. “He wouldn’t want me to give up everything we’d ever hope for.”

“Very funny, George darling. I’m making a list of who we need to send Christmas cards too. My mum called and said the prints were in. Which reminds me, you need to make a list of which friends and extended relatives you want cards to go to and get their addresses.”

“We’re still doing this?”

You gave him a funny look. “Of course, darling. Why else would we have taken pictures with my family and gone to Selfridges to buy cards and some decorations?”

“Well I knew your family would still send cards out and that’s why they needed us there,” he answered. “They haven’t gone through a war.”

“But isn’t that why we should do this?” You asked. “So many people have gone through pain and sorrow this year. Let’s give them something to smile about, George darling.”

George gave another weak smile. “Fred loved the cards,” he whispered. “He always got excited when I got them and started bugging me 3rd year that he wanted to be in on it. He was so excited when I gave him his first card. I don’t know what I’ll do this year.”

You brought George closer to you. “You can still write him a Christmas card, George. The box is down stairs that you guys started your business out of. You can keep all the Christmas cards you write to him in there. It might sound weird, but I think it’ll be good for you. Include the pictures too. What do you think, darling?”

George kissed your cheek. “You’re an angel. You know that? You don’t think it’s weird?”

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I thought it was. I think it’ll be good for you, George. It’ll be therapeutic in a way.” You pushed a card and envelope towards George. “This can be his. Why don’t you go grab your coat. We can go pick up the photos and then grab some lunch at the fish and chip shop down the road.”

“Maybe on the way back we can stop at that bakery by Flourish and Blotts,” he suggested. “I saw you looking at those cauldron cakes and strawberry trifles the other day.”

You grinned and kissed him. “Of course, Georgie darling.”

———————

“Y/N!” George shouted. “Where is the box? I have Fred’s card done.”

“Check the office, darling!” You answered. “I put it there so we didn’t lose it. I’m off to the station now. I’ll be back in a half hour.”

George entered his office and found the orange box he stored Fred’s Christmas cards in. A mouse wearing Christmas tree sunglasses and a Santa hat. He stuck the picture inside the card before putting it in the box. No longer was the photo of Y/N’s family included when sending out cards. Instead the photo was of George and Y/N wearing their Weasley sweaters. In front of them were two smaller red heads and a light haired Y/H/C also wearing their Weasley sweaters.

George smiled as he put the box back on the book shelf. “Until next Christmas, Forge.”

———————

Dear Forge,

It’s been a crazy year. The last of this Weasley clan has joined Hogwarts. It’ll be interesting to see if the twins follow in our footsteps. Anya is in Gryffindor and Fred is in Y/H. Part of me is glad Fred isn’t in Gryffindor. It would’ve been cool, but this way I hope he will be able to forge his own path. Forge. Hah! Get it? Clara is studying for her OWLS this year. I found some of our old charms, defense, herbology, transfiguration, and potions notes. I let her into our little secret that we are quite smart but just never turned our assignments in. She was thankful. She’s definitely my daughter. She acts like me so much, but she’s definitely loud like you with that Gryffindor bravery. I miss you, brother. Y/N was right though; this has definitely helped me. Hopefully you get these wherever you are. Happy Christmas, Freddie!

Love, Gred and his Weasleys

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orbitariums · 4 years ago

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34+35 | harry potter x black reader

hey y’all! as we know, there is a shortage of black reader harry potter fics, and i’m here to help fix that. here’s my second harry potter x black reader oneshot! i wrote one on christmas for fred weasley, and another will be coming with neville longbottom and a black slytherin reader! enjoy!!!

warnings: none, except 1 crude joke

word count: 2k

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with chatter and livelihood. Everyone was up late, too excited to sleep due to the fact that tomorrow was the next Dumbledore’s Army lesson with Harry and the rest of them. They had only been meeting for a very short period of time, and already had made so much progress. Winter was settling in, and the common room smelled of warm hot chocolate and peppermint treats. The fire crackled in the background, once in a while changing colors from the charm the Weasley twins had cast on it. You were sitting on top of a table in a corner of the room with your friends, your legs swinging back and forth above the ground. Although your discussion with your friends was scintillating, you were far more interested in the boy across the room, who was huddled in a tight circle with the usual people— Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

“You gonna keep staring at Potter or are you going to say something?” joked your friend Mariah, earning a playful glare from you.

“Oh shut up,” you chuckled to yourself. “You know I’ve got no problem talking to that boy.”

“Oh, believe me, we know,” retorted your other friend, Kit.

It was safe to say you were very interested in Harry Potter, and had been for a while now. And you weren’t shy, either. You talked to him when you could, tried to show interest. Except, it was unclear whether or not he was getting the hint. You’d work until you knew he did, and knew that he wanted you too.

You stuck out your tongue at your teasing friends as you leapt off the table, heading over to Potter and his friends, glancing back at your friend group mischievously, a smirk etched on your lips. You reached Harry, who only looked up at you once you started talking.

“Hey Harry,” you grinned, your eyes twinkling.

“Hello,” he smiled back, offering a simple wave in your direction.

“Hey Hermione, Ron,” you nodded at the others, so as not to be rude. They greeted you back, and then you pivoted on your heels so you were only facing Harry, placing all your attention on him. “Can’t wait for tomorrow. You have no idea what a lifesaver this has been from ‘Umbitch.’”

You earned a chuckle from Harry, and you giggled as well.

“‘Umbitch’, I like that. Really, it was Hermione’s idea, I can’t take all the credit. But thank you,” Harry replied modestly, although he couldn’t deny the way his cheeks started to slowly heat up from your compliment.

“I know, you’re all amazing,” you grinned. “But you’re really amazing at what you do, Harry, don’t forget that, okay?”

Harry chuckled nervously, ducking his head down and running his hands through his tousled, black hair, stammering,

“Yeah, I-I won’t.”

You smirked, meeting his gaze for just a moment before smiling softly,

“See you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah… see you,” Harry said wistfully, watching as you gave him a three-fingered wave and bounced away back over to your friends, who all began laughing and looking back at him once you returned to them.

Harry didn’t realize he’d been staring after you until he was interrupted by the laughter of Ron and Hermione. He snapped his head away and turned to face them, his lips open in an o-shape.

“Honestly, mate,” Ron chuckled, shaking his head.

“Don’t you know she likes you?” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, yeah,” Harry shook his head quickly, shrugging. “Me and YN, we’re… we’re friends. I think… I hope…”

He glanced over his shoulder at you, blushing when you caught him looking and just smiled at him with a shake of your head, then looking away.

“No, you idiot. I mean she likes you,” Hermione whacked Harry on the head with her book, trying to knock some sense into the clueless boy, who wasn’t very apt at love after all. “As in, she finds you attractive, she wants to be with you.”

Harry’s blush went even deeper, his cheeks darkening to a rich red. He honestly hadn’t thought of it at all, he just thought you were being nice. Then again, Harry could never tell when someone liked him. Hermione had always been the one to point out the way girls stared longingly at Harry from the back tables in Potions class or otherwise. But when it came to you, it was different. It felt like more than an ego boost, because somehow, Harry knew that he liked you too. You were utterly gorgeous, smart, and there was an air of confidence about you that was missing from most of the other girls who’d liked him. You weren’t afraid to talk to him, and you knew exactly how to make the butterflies in Harry’s stomach swarm.

“She likes me?” Harry repeated, amazed, glancing over his shoulder at you again.

Once again Hermione knocked Harry on the head with her book, chiding him,

“Don’t keep looking at her like a creep!”

“Alright, alright,” Harry complained, rubbing his head. “Ow.”

“You really didn’t know, mate?” Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Harry shrugged, though he couldn’t get rid of the way that his whole body seemed to be tingling with excitement. If this really was true…

“No. Why- why does she even…? How d’you even know?”

Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes,

“Anyone could see the way she looks at you.”

“Honestly. It’s like you’re a tall glass of water and she’s been in the desert for days,” Ron added, only making Harry blush even more, if that were even possible.

Hermione glared at Ron, shaking her head,

“Look, all we’re saying is, she likes you. And, honestly, you’re lucky she even looks at you.”

“Hey,” Harry frowned, and Hermione shrugged,

“It’s true. She’s incredibly smart, and she’s out of your league.”

“Ouch, Hermione,” Harry pressed a hand to his heart.

“No offense, mate, it’s just true. But don’t worry, she still wants to thirty four plus thirty five with you,” Ron smirked, laughing at his own joke.

“Ronald!” Hermione whacked Ron this time, except on the arm, but he only guffawed.

“What’s that mean?” Harry asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows.

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The Room of Requirement was bustling once again with excited witches and wizards ready to learn. You pulled up with your friend group from last night, and they were on your ass about talking to Harry again today. You shoved them away playfully, already knowing you would have him wrapped around your finger soon, if you didn’t already.

“Welcome, everyone!” Harry said cheerily, glancing all around the room at all the bright faces in front of him, lingering especially on yours. He looked away as if breaking out of a trance, smiling nervously. “Today, we’re going to be continuing practicing our stunning spells, and after that, we’ll be moving on to counter-spells. Thanks everyone for continuing to show up, we’re really doing great, I’m proud of you all.”

Harry was met with uproarious applause that made him, Ron and Hermione laugh and smile. Soon enough, things were getting started, and you were all lined up in front of the target dummies, each of you practicing your wand movements to stupefy the target, which was enchanted to move towards you. If you failed, it would knock you off your feet.

Harry was monitoring everyone, walking around and helping people out wherever he saw fit. He got to you, and swallowed hard as he approached you from behind. You could feel his touch on your shoulder, his cold hands brushing against the bare skin on your neck slightly.

“It-it’s more like… this,” Harry said quietly from behind you as he placed another hand on your forearm and bent it slightly to a better position.

You glanced over your shoulder at Harry, your eyes locking on one another’s. Harry looked awestruck, his eyes slightly wide and his lips slightly parted as he anticipated your response. You could feel the way he was waiting, gazing at you almost hopefully, wanting you just as much as you wanted him. Your eyes flickered up and down his face as you smirked just a bit, then offered him a smile. You turned your head back to the target, which was getting closer to you. He backed away and you performed the spell perfectly, on account of his assistance of course.

“Good,” Harry let go of a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Thanks,” you grinned knowingly.

From that moment on, you and Harry kept sharing glances for the rest of the session, not without interruption from your respective friend groups tittering about your obvious crushes on each other. The class slowly dwindled to an end, to the dismay of the many students, who were already looking forward to the next lesson. Harry said his farewell to everyone and thanked them all again, and everyone began to filter out of the room.

You stayed behind though, lingering by the door. Hermione and Ron made their way out, saying goodbye to Harry and then to you, sharing a knowing glance.

“Harry,” you said, causing him to look at you. He hadn’t noticed you had stayed behind until then.

He smiled, already getting nervous again,

“Hey, hi, I mean… hello.”

You chuckled to yourself, folding your arms,

“Hello.”

Harry cleared his throat, trying to get himself together and not look like such an idiot in front of you, as he was sure he did every single time,

“Er… you- you did great today.”

You moved closer to him so you were standing in front of him, still smiling sweetly,

“All thanks to you.”

“Oh, I-” Harry shook his head bashfully, looking down at the floor. “No…”

“Seriously, Harry. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Harry laughed nervously, keenly avoiding a snort,

“Really, you’re… brilliant, already. I just… what am I?”

“A talented, brave boy is what you are,” you replied. You thought for a moment, cocking your head to the side. “Would you mind… just showing me again— what you did last time to fix my posture? I think I could really use it one more time.”

Harry glanced up at you in surprise, blinking a few times,

“Oh, yeah, of-of course. Erm.”

You turned around, facing the nearest target, and putting your wand at the ready. Harry was more nervous than the last time as he got behind you, inching his hands slowly towards your shoulders and your arm, shuffling in a bit closer until your bodies nearly brushed against one another’s, getting a whiff of your vanilla scent.

“You just, um,” Harry sighed out, distracted by everything.

You turned suddenly so you were facing Harry, not even inches away from him. His whole body went warm, and you could see the way he was looking at you, waiting for you to make the move.

“You see… it’s more like this,” you repeated his words from earlier, only you weren’t showing him how to cast a spell, you were leaning into him.

And he was leaning in too, closer and closer until your lips touched. You could feel his breath against your skin, and he yours, as your lips connected and you were kissing. You were kissing like it was the only thing you knew how to do, the only thing you wanted to do. And for the both of you, you’d wanted it for a long time. Harry was just shit at picking up on hints. You had to quite literally show him. You pulled away, making eye contact with him and giving him a gentle smile.

Harry was still in shock, nearly immobile. He’d wanted this of course, but the shock stemmed from his disbelief that you could ever want him like this, too. How? When you were so beautiful and popular and self-assured, and Harry was a nervous wreck compared to you? Although he supposed now, all that didn’t matter. He had you now, and that was all he cared about.

“Do you get it now?” you asked quietly.

Harry swallowed, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes,

“Yeah.”

“Good,” you grinned, and leaned in again.

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burberryfaerie · 4 years ago

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If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

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dis-weird-person · 3 years ago

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Accurate representations of my first reactions to each Harry Potter book.

Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone:

Aw look he’s so cute and tiny and he has little friends and OH SHIT DID HERMIONE SET SNAPE ON FIRE?! YES!

Who tf Kills unicorns? WHO THE FUCK LETS KIDS GO INTO DANGEROUS FORESTS WITH ONLY A DOG FOR PROTECTION?

Harry... I think maybe a giant dog is a pretty good reason not to stress over a shiny rock.

...Wait it was Quirrell all along?

Why does the dude have two faces tf?

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets:

look there’s little Ginny and my god I fucking hate the Dursleys!

House elf? I want a House elf!

Fuck this Lockhart guy.

Why did Harry never think to mention he could talk to snakes though?

Why are you arresting my guy Hagrid? That seems sketchy.

Oh of course I’ll slide down a big slide in the girls toilets because I’m fucking Harry Potter and why not.

WHY THE HELL IS THERE A BIG ASS SNAKE IN THE SCHOOL?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS SALAZAR SLYTHERIN THINKING?

So your telling me a twelve year old who only has two years of knowledge on the wizarding world was the first person to work out what the beast in the chamber of secrets was?

Imma never get a diary again. ( I did, in fact, get a diary again )

GO DOBBY!

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Fuck Aunt Marge and her crazy dog. Blow her up Harry.

No but how many students have fallen over at Hogwarts and accidentally summoned the night bus? How many wizards in general have fallen over in their own homes and summoned the bus?

I’m getting major evil vibes about this Sirius guy.

Yes. Snape is being sketchy again and so is Lupin.

We all remember that one kid who forgot their permission form on the day of a school excursion and couldn’t come, right? Poor Harry.

Fuck what’s an animagus?

Fuck he’s a werewolf.

Fuck the rats not a rat, Scabbers how could you?

FUCK SNAPE.

Omg is this Harry getting a proper guardian?!

Nope.

ooh time travel! Question, why are we saving the bird? Oop nvmd.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Okie so something just killed someone I’m getting major dark vibes rn.

Harry’s scar is hurting?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

Quidditch cups? Hmm. Seems boring. WHO THE HELL BRINGS PEACOCKS TO A SPORT EVENT-

WHAT IS THE DARK MARK?

WHY ARE WE BLAMING WINKY?

THERE’S MORE THAN ONE WIZARDING SCHOOL?

SIRIUS IS LIVING IN A CAVE? TF HAPPENED TO HIS OLD FRIEND LUPIN?

So... we just gonna let a fourteen year old compete in a deadly tournament? yep.. okay.. of course, it’s Harry so ig it’s alright...

Dragons-

MERMAIDS- TF U RUINED MY CHILDHOOD JKR!

I HATE RITA SKEETER

......

[Doesn’t read Harry Potter for 3 months after Cedric dies. In fact, doesn’t even finish the book for ages]

[Continues to live in a world where Cedric is not dead]

Voldemort is... WHAT DOES THIS MEAN...

baRTY CROUCH JR.

WHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaT?

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Fuck Dudley - why tf are there dementors

Fuck Vernon. Fuck Petunia. FUCK THE DURSLEYS.

Fuck the Ministry.

This is shit. FUCK EVERYONE - oh hello Luna kid who sees apparently invisible dead horse.

Yea Fuck Umbridge.

Harry... you’re too young to start child armies...

You can do better than Cho! Like, Hermione, this Luna kid, Ron’s sister... Ever though abt being gay?

Who the hell is Marietta Edgecomb?

Harry, seeing visions = not good sign.

Aww my god Neville is so traumatised... Hullo Lockhart no one likes you goodbye

HAHA SUCKS TO BE YOU UMBITCH

...

Harry, look at your past! DON’T GO TO THE MINISTRY FOR THE LOVE OF- well shit he went anyway.

Wow. Sirius isn’t here what a surprise.

Tf is Malfoys dad doing here?

Bellatrix???!!?!?!

The order is here to save the day!

[it was at this moment that the book was thrown onto the road for a car to run over - quite literally, i am not joking. I threw it outside and had to buy a new copy to finish it.]

[Again, continues living in world where musty curtains do not kill you]

Wow Dumbledore so glad you told us this before - OH WAIT

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Honestly Harry should be depressed rn like I am. Sirius did didn’t die.

Secret lessons?

People can turn into couches now...

Omg no the ice cream man :(

SNAPE AS DEFENCE NOOO

What happened to your hand Dumby?

Draco is sus

this book is sus. Harry, did Riddles diary teach you nothing?

God Voldys backstory is DEEP.

oh no Aragog :(

HARRY NO- DOn’T TEST OUT RANDOM SPELLS WHILE PEOPLE ARE CRYING IN THE BATHROOM TF! HAVE SOME EMPATHY

oh no Ron is poisoned - Haha Lavendar you just got ditched - thank god Harry had that book afterall.

Why are we going into dark caves no no no no

Whaaaaaaaaaaat

WhAATTTTTTTTTTTT?

DON’T DRINK IT DUMBY-

TF ARE INFERI-

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

DRACO-

SNAPE-

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

GEHBFKEBKWBHFBK

[at this point in time I put all my focus into finding an astronomy tower to yeet my book off just as Snape had done to Dumbledore.]

[lol I actually just needed therapy - not kidding, i’m very emotional and it was a rough time. My therapist hated me though because I spoiled the book soo...]

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Yes because pretending to be Harry is suck a great idea

George :(

MAD-EYE-

HEDWIG-

[My therapist once again hated me for spoiling Hedwigs very traumatic death]

Wow Dumbledore really knows how to fuck with people after death...

Mrs Weasley wtf

I find it hard to believe Fleur didn’t throw hands with the death eaters after they crashed her wedding

Going on the run Going on the run

Horcruxes!

Omg poor Kreacher :(

Oh fuck Umbitch again.

Fuck Ron.

Fuck Bathilda Bagshot who really isn’t Bathilda Bagshot.

Wait nvmd Ron is forgiven.

Fuck Lovegood

aw poor Luna :(

HAHA STUFF YOU PETER!

OMG DOBBY!

[My therapist - Belinda - did, in fact, hate me. I can confirm.]

OMG A BABY REMUS YAS

I. HATE. GOBLINS.

ooh a dragon ride.

okie we break into Hogwarts :)

Oh Dumby’s brother - I have come to realise that Dumbledore is an well, I’ll curve the language...

Snape-

FRED-

REMUS-

TOnkS-

YOU HAD a baBY!

[it took me about half a year to gain the courage to finish the books]

[Belinda resigned. I think it was probably my fault. She started crying when I told her Remus died, I became the therapist that day]

#the cursed child doesn't exist #every single part of this is true

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remmyswritings · 4 years ago

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Snake’s Green Thumb

Hello my wonderful Puffs! Here’s my first fic for this Saturday, I hope y’all enjoy it especially since I’m thinking about maybe doing a part 2. :) <3 Also big thanks to @booksmusicteaandanimals for reading this one over before hand I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!

taglist: @curious-curios, @summer-writes, @willowbleedsonpaper, @strawberriesonsummer, @jenniweaslee, @cherrycolakxsses, @booksmusicteaandanimals

Thank you @firewhisky-kisses for letting me use your icon picture for this fic!!!!!

In the past 5 years that you had been at Hogwarts, there was one thing that you were always certain about… you were not good at Herbology whatsoever. It didn’t matter that you were a Hufflepuff and one that happened to embody every single trait of a Puff, well almost every one… the only one you didn’t have was a green thumb. This was known by practically everyone in the school… I mean even the first years knew you as the Puff who somehow killed a bamboo (like that isn’t meant to happen)!

So of course, with the pink toad- sorry Umbridge- going around and “surveying” all the teachers, Prof. Sprout had warned you about getting your grade up to at least an Acceptable. The only problem… you failed almost all the practical stuff you did in class. Her solution, give you a tutor.

As you walked into greenhouse 1 a couple minutes before you were meant to meet your tutor for the first time, you couldn’t help but admire the scene in front of you. The sun was shining through the window panes yet instead of the typical white light that appeared, it was more of a golden haze that lit the whole area. Every type of plant you could imagine littered the walls and hung from the ceiling. There was an array of colors, from ocean blues to Umbridge pink.

With all your fascination in the colors, you didn’t hear the slight squeak of the door when it was opened, or the crunching of the leaves that blew in through the open window. What you did hear, however was the clearing of a throat that prompted you to turn around, finding you face to face with someone’s chest. You knew straight away that your tutor wasn’t Neville, otherwise he would have been wearing a red tie not a green one… also Neville definitely wasn’t that fit (at least not(t) yet).

Slowly looking up you felt a blush creep up your neck but you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or something else, “um… hello,” you somehow squeaked out.

The person took a step back, hopefully sensing your discomfort, and once he did you were able to get a better look. Not only was he fit, but his eyes seemed to be this warm brown color with specks of gold in them, of course you didn’t know that that was just because of the sun.

No, the only thing you knew was that this beautiful person standing in front of you was your tutor… and he was a Slytherin.

“I’m Theo,” the person said softly as he brought his hand out to shake yours. It surprised you just how gentle he was with you, not expecting this type of behavior by a Slytherin, although you tried hard not to judge him based on the colors of his tie.

You stood there, enjoying how your hand felt in his not realizing how long it had been until Theo pulled away, “Should we get started?”

“Um-” you blinked a couple times so as to refocus, “ya, let’s start.”

With that, Theo led you to one of the tables that already had several plants sitting on top. He pulled out a notebook and a quill and sat down on one of the stools, looking over at you as you stood there admiring the plants.

A smirk formed on his face, “You know if you actually want to learn, you are going to have to touch the plants, not just admire them.”

You looked down embarrassed and shuffled over to the seat next to him.

It didn’t take long for Theo to realize that you really were hopeless when it came to plants. While you understood the theory and all their properties, you failed when it came to taking care of things. When your session was coming to an end, you felt your frustration bubbling up, because it seemed as though no matter how hard you tried these plants just wouldn’t live with you.

“I’ll see you at our next session Theo,” you whispered and rushed out of there hoping to make it to your room before any tears fell.

Seeing how much it bothered you, Theo decided that he would officially become your partner in class. For some reason, some part of him didn’t want to see you sad or hurt, all he wanted to see was your smile. You didn’t know about this change until the next week. It just so happened that that day, Prof. Umbitch- excuse me Umbridge- would be “supervising” (aka interrogating) Prof. Sprout. While Prof. Umbridge asked questions, Theo softly explained to you the proper way of caring for each of the plants.

At first it seemed like things were looking up and then Umbridge caught on to the fact that you and Theo were having a conversation instead of listening to her babble on about something Ministry related, “Mmhmm,” her infamous throat noise stopping you in your tracks.

“Why is it Miss Y/L/N that you are not paying attention to the important Ministry notice that I’m sharing with your class today,” she stalked over to you as if hoping that her actions would intimidate you more than her lack of height would.

You were so shocked that you could only open and close your mouth, at least until Theo came to the rescue, “Oh, it was my fault Prof. Umbridge. I was a bit confused by the theoretical applications of Alihotsy so I asked her to explain.”

“You don’t have to give an excuse for Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Nott. I do not wish for a student of your caliber lying to professors for someone like Miss Y/L/N,” she sneered towards the end.

Before Theo could protest any further, which he seemed like he wanted to, Prof. Umbridge turned to you, “I will expect you in my office TONIGHT for detention.”

The second she finished that sentence, the bell rang signaling the end of Herbology and for once you were happy that you had Transfiguration class instead of a free period. Hoping to speak to McGonagall about leaving class early for detention, you rushed out not even hearing Theo as he called out for you.

Sadly McGonagall could not do much to help you that day, but she was willing to make sure that the elves saved you some dinner so that you could eat after, something you greatly appreciated. As you walked out of detention with Umbridge, all you wanted to do was wrap yourself up in a fluffy blanket and disappear for the rest of the week. Instead you found your tutor waiting outside the Hufflepuff common room, holding a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of dittany in the other.

You stared at him, “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried when I didn’t see you at dinner and then I remembered you had detention so I figured I’d bring you some stuff,” he motioned you over to a bench close by so that the two of you could sit.

You sat down a bit of distance away from him, “Why are you doing this? I’m not your friend, I’m a student that you're tutoring.”

“What if I want to be your friend,” he slowly grabbed your injured hand.

Your eyes widened at the revelation, “I-I,” you stumbled over your words, “You really want to be my friend?”

Theo hummed in agreement as he grabbed the dittany and slowly poured a couple drops on the wound, “Sorry if this hurts.”

You couldn’t help but stare at how gentle he was with you, as if you would break if he grabbed you any harder, “You know I’m not going to break.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head, “you are hurt.”

After bandaging your hand up, he pulled away only to give you the plate of food he had brought with him. You couldn’t help but miss the warmth that came from him.

As you ate, you continued to think over the possibility of being friends with Theo, “Won’t your Slytherin friends have a problem?”

He merely looked at you confused.

“Of us,” you motioned to the both of you, “... being friends I mean.”

“I don’t care about what they think,” he smiled at you, “The only thing I care about is if you would like to be friends.”

“Just so you know I might become really annoying, and probably won’t stop talking with you… now that we are friends,” you chuckled a bit and felt your face become warm with embarrassment.

Theo reached over and grabbed one of your hands, “I would be honored if you’d call me your friend.”

Would y’all want a part 2?

#theo thirst #theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #gimme more prompts

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Fred x Reader - Not Working Out

Hello! Would I be ok to make a request for Fred Weasley where you guys have broken up but you still wear the bracelet he got you when you were together and like he points it out when you say you’re over him (you’re not) and you get flustered, if possible can it be angst at the beginning and then fluff? It’s ok if you can’t do it tho, thank you! :)) ILY

You couldn’t fathom why Fred would want to do something so final. It seemed to be ridiculous. Well, that was a lie. In reality you understood why he wanted to leave hgowarts and it wasn’t ridiculous at all to make a joke shop with George. They were brilliant, always had been. You were upset because you felt like he was leaving you behind.

“We can still be together!” Fred reasoned, grabbing your hands as you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “We can write, I’ll visit and you can too! It’s not a goodbye Y/N”

“It is though! You’re going off and starting your dream life and I’m not part of it!” Fred knew you had always dealt with some abandonment and trust issues, it wasn’t a secret and it had always been a source of struggle in your relationship but he had hoped you would realize he wasn’t leaving you and you could still trust his word was good.

“Why can’t you just be happy for me?” He said, voice cracking a bit. This was really important to him too, George and him had wanted this since they were little kids with no way of making their dream come true but determined to make it happen anyways.

“I-” You paused. You could say you were happy for him. But that would be a lie. You were scared and sad and miserable. You were already building up defenses and so you were going to lash out. “I don’t think this is a good idea, you’d do better staying at school,”

Fred glared you, an indignant huff making its way past his lips. His cheeks were turning red with frustration. “You know that is bullshit, Umbitch is destroying everything here and it’s important for me to go out and try to bring the world a little bit of laughter, a-and if you can’t see that then I don’t think you really know me,”

Of course you knew him. You knew your words would hurt and that he would be left feeling like you were a mistake. Yet, you were trying to protect yourself so you let him hurt instead. “You’re right. We obviously aren’t going to get over this so why don’t we just get it over with and break up?”

Fred hadn’t been ready for that suggestion. His jaw went slack and he paused, the anger vanishing. “You really mean that?” He spoke low and slow, afraid of the answer he knew was coming.

“I do, now run off with George, we don’t need each other,”

You knew it was a mistake before you had even started fighting. You loved Fred, you didn’t want to break up. You missed him and he was right, Umbridge had cast a shadow over Hogwarts that hadn’t gone away. It had, momentarily, when the twins had made a spectacle, shattering her rules and setting of fireworks as they flew around. There had been laughter and smiles and the school had felt lighter that day.

It was what he was meant to do but you had let your own problems hold you back from joining him. He had asked you once to go with him but he knew you were too dedicated to classes to do that. It hadn’t been a goodbye though, he had every intention of making it work between you two and it had been your fault that you weren’t exchanging letters now.

You looked at the caricatures of Fred and George looming out over diagon alley with brilliance. The shop was bright and colorful and zany and so perfectly them. So perfectly him. You couldn’t not visit. You might have burned the bridge between you and Fred but you still wanted to see his success firsthand. You were proud of him, not surprised at all he had been thriving.

A light jingle came from the door as you made your way in but it got lost in the sound of patrons walking through the wild shop. Kids were giggling and running between parent’s legs while students were inspecting the love potions. The whizzing and whirring, popping and sizzling of their products was almost overwhelming but it all seemed to quiet when you heard the voice you had missed so much over the past couple of months.

“So, finally come to buy a skiving snackbox?”

You spun around and looked Fred up and down. He looked delightful. His suit was colorful and tailored well, his hair messy and eyes bright. He looked happy more than anything but there was a tinge of sadness that seemed to be creeping in the longer he stood looking at you.

“Just came to see what all the fuss was about,” You said airily but you could tell he didn’t buy it.

“You know you could just admit you came here to see me,” He smirked as you blushed furiously.

“I didn’t! I’m over you, you know?” You said matter of fact but you could already feel your conviction fading. It was hard to say it to his face. You could tell yourself as many times as you wanted to in your dorm late at night when you were missing him but that didn’t make it any more true, especially now.

“I’m sure you are,” He teased lightly, lithe fingers coming to encircle your wrist. He held it up to the light and that smirk only grew. “You’re over me so that’s why you still wear the bracelet I gave you on your anniversary,”

“It’s a nice bracelet is all,”

Fred was tired of the playing. He wanted you back but the constant back and forth got exhausting. He loved you, every inch of you, including your faults but he needed you to be honest with him. “So, if I kissed you right now, would you tell me you felt nothing?”

“Um, I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” You squeaked.

“Oh?” Fred challenged, his other free arm wrapping around your waist and bringing you close. Only he could make you feel like you were the only two people in the world when you were surrounded by chaos. “Well, if you’re over me like you say you are then one little kiss shouldn’t matter,”

“That isn’t fair,” You whined, eyes scanning over his freckles to avoid looking him in the eye.

“It’s plenty fair, do you miss me?” Fred asked, his grip tightening as he shook you a little, forcing you to look at him.

“I-” You were going to lie. You had to. You couldn’t anymore. “Of course I miss you Fred, I’m not over you and I never meant to break things off in the first place,” You admitted all at once and watched as he grinned like a madman. “But why would you even want me back after all that? Or did you just want to hear me say it? Get some satisfaction from-”

Your words were cut off abruptly as he placed his lips on yours, they were inviting if a little chapped. He tasted of cinnamon candies. You relaxed immediately and tangled your fingers in his hair but he pulled away. His cheeks were red.

“The boss probably shouldn’t be doing this in the lobby,” He explained.

You laughed and rested your forehead against his chest. You were feeling too much at the moment and tears were going to start falling if you didn’t stop yourself. “I’m so sorry,”

“I know love, it’s alright. I tried to stay positive after... I just kept hoping you’d come back. I’m glad you did. I’m glad I know you well enough to keep that hope,”

“You do know me well... Do you know I didn’t mean a word of what I said? I am so proud of you and it’s amazing what you are doing, ridiculous but in the most wonderful way,” You needed him to understand that you did support him you just hadn’t done it very well.

“Would you take me back then? We have a lot to work out I think... But we can do it, yeah?” He said hopefully, stroking your cheek with a warmth you felt you didn’t deserve but you welcomed it all the same.

“Yes, of course, I should be asking that of you not the other way around,” You said, feeling guilty.

“Next time all you need to do is let me in Y/N... Don’t shut me out and push me away. I’m stubborn and I’ll come back,” He teased, pulling a watery laugh from you.

That day you stayed with Fred and talked, really talked, for the first time since you had split about what you felt. No more lies and no more protecting yourself because it only left you isolated and hurting.

Fred was glad you had come back, glad you had stayed. He promised he would protect and love you so you didn’t have to do it by yourself. He could be the one to make sure you were secure and happy and loved. He had never let you down before and he wouldn’t start now.

You could both rest easy knowing that you two had worked it out.

#i love you #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #anon #anon ask #request #hm #idk how i feel about this

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drawlfoy · 5 years ago

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Defense Against Your Inability to Respect Curfew

pairing: draco x goldentriofriend!reader

warnings: just draco being possessive i guess. also mild mild mild torture i guess, umbridge’s detention punishment is mentioned

request: yes! thanks anon!

summary: reader is friends with golden trio and draco decides to mess with her, then realizes he’s gone too far and realizes that he’s just jealous

a/n: i always have difficulties writing stories like these ones because as the author, you walk such a fine line between making possessiveness cute and making it controlling and abusive, so i apologize if this fic isn’t as brash as other jealousy centered ones. i’m gonna try and keep it a little more vanilla than the way the usual fics treat this kinda thing. possessive bfs in real life suck ass if they get too controlling lol also i put the reader in Slytherin, i apologize if the person who requested this wanted it some other way!

word count: 1,673

Y/N’s least favorite class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, by far. In all of her other classes, she was at least with her Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff friends. However, DADA was her only class shared with the Gryffindors, something she had mixed feelings about.

She never really felt like she fit in with her fellow Slytherins--they were all so judgmental, and since she was muggleborn, stuff was even worse for her. For the most part, the goons of Slytherin left her to her own devices, something she was generally thankful about, but she was lonely.

And then there was the fierce rivalry between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, something that made DADA even worse. She had yet to make any friends in that class as everyone from the other house just assumed that she was prejudiced. No one ever asked what her blood status really was--after seeing her green tie, they decided they could deduce the answer for themselves.

In a stroke of luck one day, Neville Longbottom was reprimanded for goofing off too much with his table, and Umbridge “asked” him to switch places with Y/N, allowing her to free herself of Draco Malfoy’s constant criticism. She gratefully accepted the switch, moving her items and settling in next to Harry Potter and the rest of his friends.

That was all it took. Within one afternoon, Y/N made quick friends with the Golden Trio and the rest was history. Suddenly she was sitting at the Gryffindor table for meals, laughing with them in the halls during break, and even sneaking into their common room to spend the night with Hermione and Ginny on weekends.

Life was good, but as time went on and she grew closer to the group, she began to notice a certain blond paying more attention to her.

Draco Malfoy had hardly given her the time of day when she was next to him in DADA, something she didn’t mind all that much. Before she had started eating with the Gryffindors, Y/N often found herself sitting to Draco’s right, but he rarely acknowledged her apart from the occasional shy smile and nod.

But one late Friday night, all that changed. She was quietly sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room after playing a very competitive game of Monopoly with Ron and the twins, conscious of the fact that she was way past curfew. She had heard of the new inquisitorial squad created to assist Umbridge, but she had never been caught by them on all her midnight escapades and assumed her lucky would hold up,

Quick spoiler: it didn’t.

She was lucky enough to make it back to her own common room, but she wasn’t alone. A figure sat in an armchair near a dying fire, twirling a wand around his fingers.

“Y/L/N.”

Y/N jumped at the sound of Malfoy’s drawled words.

“How nice of you to finally return to your own house,” he began, eyeing his wand. He had stopped spinning it now.

“I’m sorry,” she responded. “I fell asleep in the library studying for-”

“You seriously expect me to believe that?” Malfoy cut in. “You think I haven’t noticed where you’ve been?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she pushed back. The Slytherin part of her knew that playing dumb was the only feasible option.

“Oh, I think you do.” He turned to face her, his eyes ablaze with the reflection of the fire. “You know exactly what I’m referring to. There’s nothing stopping me from hauling you down to Umbridge’s office right now,”

Y/N froze. Of course. She’d completely forgotten that he was part of Umbitch’s prized squad.

“There’s no proof,” Y/N shot back. “And I’m going to bed. I bet she’d like to know how you found me outside, after curfew, when it wasn’t even your shift.”

She firmly set her jaw before turning on her heel and retreating to her room.

Next time, I’ll just sleep over she promised herself.

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Unfortunately, “next time” came much sooner than expected. Hermione refused to let her sleep over the next Saturday under the guise that she had to get up early the next morning and didn’t want to wake Y/N, someone who always slept incredibly late. Y/N argued and pleaded with Hermione, but she wouldn’t budge.

“I’m so sorry,” she had told her, ushering her out of the common room. “I swear I wouldn’t do this unless I really had to. But you’re lucky, and you haven’t been caught yet, and you’re slick, so you won’t get caught.”

They’d bade each other goodnight, and Y/N was off into the night.

She’d made no more than 2 meters before she heard someone clear their throat. Spinning around, she was horrified to see the sight of Malfoy leaning up against the wall.

“Isn’t this interesting?” He noted. “It’s funny, I remember the library being somewhere other than the Gryffindor common room.”

It’s a shame he’s such a git. He’d be pretty hot if he wasn’t so annoying Y/N thought to herself.

“Ah, you caught me,” she said, throwing her hands up. “What are you doing out here, though?”

Malfoy puffed his chest up and pointed at the badge on his robes.

“I requested for my shifts to be extended a little later. I’m not sure if you noticed,” he shifted his weight from one leg to the other in a rather dramatic gesture, “but I’m on the job. Come on now, Umbridge is in her office and I’m sure she’d love to talk.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. Malfoy was really going to do this to his own housemate?

“You can’t be serious.”

“You’re not invincible, no matter what house you’re in. However, I might’ve given you more leniency if you actually acted like a Slytherin instead of a wannabe Gryffindor.” His remarks stung more than the cold air did.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come along.”

Malfoy seized Y/N’s arm, dragging her down to the horrid pink office that she’d heard so many horror stories of. Harry had told her how her punishments were rather unorthodox but didn’t go into any more detail. Regardless, she was going to learn what they really were.

“You have no semblance of house pride,” Malfoy hissed at her halfway through the walk. “Hanging out with the Weasel? And Granger? And god forbid, Potter? Are you insane?”

“Maybe I like being around people who don’t care about my blood status!” Y/N countered. “I’ve grown to love them more in two weeks than I’ve loved Slytherin in 5 years!”

“Why don’t you tell that to Umbridge?” They’d reached the office door.

“Ladies first.”

Y/N rolled her eyes to hide her fear. Umbridge was apparently horrible any time of day, but she couldn’t imagine how much worse she’d be if she had to wake the demon lady up in the middle of the night.

Thankfully, the pink monstrosity was awake and doing paperwork at her ugly desk.

“Caught her lurking around the Gryffindor dorms,” Malfoy reported, pushing Y/N into a chair at a desk.

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy,” Umbridge responded. “You can stay and watch, if you’d like.”

“Really?” Malfoy sounded...pleasantly surprised.

The little sociopath.

“But Professor, you don’t let anyone stay--”

“Well, I think you’re an exceptional example of what the squad ought to be like,” Umbridge told him. “You get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

What the...fuck? This was a whole different world of fucked up. What the fuck???

“Here you are, Ms....Y/L/N, is it?” Umbridge tossed a quill and piece of parchment paper to her and grossly mispronounced her last name. Y/N didn’t bother to correct her. “Write ‘I shall respect curfew” 50 times. I’ll be watching.”

“That’s it?” Y/N was shocked at the vanilla punishment. This was, like, muggle punishment. “Can I have some ink as well?”

Umbridge glared at her.

“You won’t be needing it. Just write.”

Y/N shrugged and began to write on the parchment. Within onds, a searing pain ripped through her hand and she gasped.

Umbridge was right about not needing ink--she had been so stupid. This was a black quill! How could Y/N have been so stupid?

A faint scratch of “I shall respect curfew” appeared on her hand, just barely breaking the skin. A matching sentence appeared on her parchment, glowing a vibrant blood red.

Oh, no. 50 times?

She began writing as quick as she possibly could, trying to ignore the burning pain on her right hand. She was always sensitive to blood--something that she couldn’t change, no matter how hard she tried. If she saw too much of it, especially if it was hers, she’d pass out.

10 down, 40 to go.

Her hand was shaking and tears were running down her face as she fought to keep consciousness. She hadn’t seen this much of her own blood in so long, not since she accidentally nicked her finger on a knife in potions last spring. Every stroke of the quill ripped deeper into her hand, and while the words healed up seconds after writing them, the next time hurt even more.

Y/N kept at it for almost an hour, eventually hitting her last phrase and flinging the objects at Umbridge.

“Goodnight,” Y/N mumbled before finally collapsing on the ground next to the desk. The last thing she saw was Draco’s horrified face before everything went black.

♥♥♥♥

When she came to, she was in a bed that was most certainly not hers. The sheets were a luxurious black silk--did they even have those at Hogwarts?--and it smelled much different than her room, much more like someone else’s choice of shampoo and mahogany. A bandage was wrapped tightly around her right hand, but she could see no visible bleeding through the fabric.

Where was she?

Y/N shot up, throwing the heavy blankets off of her and frantically scanning the room for answers.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

A very tired Draco Malfoy sat in the corner, holding a candle in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

final a/n: this literally went in every direction except for the one that the request specifically asked for and now i have to write a part 2 so that’ll be up soon

#draco malfoy #harry x draco #harry potter #draco #draco x reader #umbridge #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #gryffindor #neville longbotton #ron weasley #hermione granger #dramione #requests are still open!#lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #draco imagine #harry imagine

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annathehufflepuffer · 5 years ago

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Wizarding Fashion

As time passes on and the more I dig myself deeper into this hole that is my interest in cultural history, I cannot help but find myself more and more disappointed in the costume choices in the Harry Potter movies.

From what few descriptions I can recall from the books where clothing was mentioned, it was always brightly colored with fantastical prints and decorations.

What do we get in the movies?

Dull grays, blacks, cremes, and browns unless you’re Umbitch who’s costumes went from a pleasant light pastel pink at the start of the movie but got more and more intense and harsh until she got a deep dark pink. Why and why couldn’t this kind of costume design have applied for the rest of the series?

And it’s even more depressing considering the more I think of it, the more I believe that the wizarding fashion should be stubbornly rooted in the medieval period when people wore kirtles and surcoats with hoses and flat shoes.

That does not mean that I don’t think there would have been a change in style over the years, no sir. The medieval period didn’t have much to say in terms of color and cut of the fabric until later or, and even then, I have no doubt that the fashion could have been influenced by the styles the Muggleborns brought in.

Imagine the Muggle clothes from the Tudor period, the Georgians with the big powdered wigs and the introduction of the three-piece suit, the Victorians with their wide hoop skirts and widely patterned cloths, the Edwardians and their sleek silhouettes. And the decorations! Do not tell me that the Wizarding world did not take influence from the cloth decorations from these eras!

I wanna see over-the-top aplicaes!

I wanna see large golden bows embellished with beads and gemstones!

I wanna see elaborately patterned fabrics with patterns that fucking MOVE! They’re wizards, they can make it happen!

I wanna see beautiful flouncy sleeves decorated in layers of lace and ribbons, I wanna see the wizarding world apply the stomacher to form-fitting robes, I wanna see beautifully carved leather shoes (all pointy-toed, of course) with a large collection of jeweled buckles bought separately from the shoe itself a-la-Georgians, I wanna see over-the-top decorated hats in all styles (yet they all somehow manage to have a well-shaped point at the top of the head), some with large hat-pins to keep them in place, I wanna see young witches style their hair with additional hair-pieces in fabulous colors that they braid into their actual hair to form hairstyles to really catch the eye, I wanna see people walking around with decorative canes, parasols, fans all acting as sheths for their wands (Lucius Malfoy was onto something there), I wanna see large, gorgeous jewelry with fitted gemstones and pearls to catch the torch and candlelight (wealthier people would decorate their rooms and themselves with as much gold/silver and gemstones as possible to reflect as much light as possible before gaslight came about, when the only source of light they had come from actual candles and the fireplace during a time when candles were heavily taxed).

But most of all, I just want color.

J.K.Rowling described a colorful magical world but those colors vanished somewhere between the second and third films. I miss them.

#harry potter #world of harry potter #wizarding world #wizarding fashion #world creation musings #This bothers me a LOT #Seriously #I don't know how many Pinterest pinboards I have dedicated to this topic

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schrijverr · 5 years ago

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Professor Elric?

After The Promised Day Edward is sent on a miliary mission to Hogwarts where he will teach Alchemy to his students. He is told not to interfere with their business, but he has a hard time not getting involved with this weird Voldy prick.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

Chapter 6 out of 10.

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The Umbitch was really getting on Edwards nerves. She had been on his trail like a bloodhound ever since he’d shown up. She wanted to know what the limitations of Alchemy where, what he knew about Amestris, if he knew You-know-who and how he taught. She had been aching to get inside his classroom, but so far he had managed to keep her out. It seemed like his luck had ran out, he knew he shouldn’t have told those fifth years he was a muggle, ever since that she had been unrelenting and now the day had come.

“Good morning class, as you can see we have a guest. Why she insists on coming I don’t know, but she is here to disrupt so expect this lesson to be a bit different that usual.” He began.

He nodded at Umbridge before turning back to his students and saying: “We have been studying Alchemic arrays for some time now. This will be the last theoretical lesson before we move on to doing Alchemy in the classroom. When I call on you, you will come forward and draw the array I tell you on this table. I will show it to the class and we’ll collectively decide if it is correct, if it is I will use it to transmute some of the materials I have here.”

“Hermione, could you please draw an array to transmute the rust of this iron dagger?” he asked.

The girl drew the perfect circle, which he knew she would. She was very smart, liked to study and just generally knew her stuff. Once the class had also determined it was the correct transmutation-circle he preformed transmutation. He didn’t do it often, so there were still a few gasps when the rusted iron dagger came out in perfect shape.

“Okay, next. Neville, could you draw an array to change this heap of chalk into some crayons for the board?” he said.

While the boy was drawing he looked at Umbridge, she was writing on her notepad while mouthing words to herself. It seemed harmless, but he had heard the stories, once she was comfortable in your classroom she would attack you with questions. He didn’t have more time to think about it, because Neville was done drawing.

He showed the array to the class and asked: “Draco, what do you think of Neville's array?”

Draco studied the array, he was like Hermione in academics although he was more of a prick about knowing things, though it was a close call. He had pulled a few stunts in his time in Edwards classroom, but he had also soon realized that without his friends here it was pretty useless to pit everyone against him, so he had quickly learned to shut up and he has been even pleasant after. After he’d studied it for a moment he said: “I can’t find a fault.”

“And you would be correct with that. This array is perfect, well done Neville and Draco.” he said, he was proud of Neville, the boy seemed to struggle a bit and he had made a mistake in the array last lesson, which is why he had asked the boy about it now.

Before he could transmute Umbridge cleared her throat, he shot her an unimpressed look, which she completely ignored. She asked: “Aren’t you going to give point to their houses for their job well done?”

He pretended to think about it then he said: “Are you asking me to take part in a house culture you created to pit students against each other and base their initial judgments upon which causes discrimination on yet another factor within this school and prevents friendships, because honestly I don’t feel the need to. They get praise when they do well and they learn, that is the reward in my classroom. I read the contract, nowhere does it state that I am required to give or take housepoints. Now, can I go on with my lesson or are you planning on interrupting even longer?”

Umbridge stayed quiet and Edward took that as a sign that she wouldn’t interrupt for now and went on. He did the transmutation and put the crayons by the board, he had been running low. Then he said: “Hannah, could you draw a basic array.”

They went through two more arrays before Umbridge felt the need to interrupt again. He had needed something from the table in the corner and he had walked over there to grab it. She said: “I’m curious, Mister Elric. Why don’t you use accio?”

“You are not curious, you just want to point out that I am a muggle.” he said with a sigh, “I honestly don’t see the need for you to dance around these things, just ask ‘hey, heard you were a muggle, is that true?’ so much easier and faster.”

She was taken aback by this, but quickly recovered sadly enough. She said: “I don’t see the need for your rudeness, Mister Elric. As a teacher of a magical subject it is quite concerning that you aren’t a wizard yourself. Are you even fit to teach?”

“There are a few things I want to address about that statement. Firstly, I don’t like you, so that will be Colonel Elric to you, secondly, Alchemy is science not magic, I will not be swayed on that point and thirdly, I am capable of doing what I teach, which is more than I can say for you, so I don’t understand the cause for your concern.” Edward told her.

“Colonel Elric, I will not be addressed like that.” she spat.

Edward shrugged: “My classroom, my rules. You don’t want to be addressed like you address me then there is the door. Have a good day.”

“You cannot kick me out, I am the High Inquisitor.” she said offended.

“I know, if it’s any help I call my commanding officer General Bastard, so it’s nothing personal. Or you could think it is, I never really got along with him.” this of course was a lie, he and Roy had become pretty good friends and it was now some kind of friendly nickname, but she didn’t need to know that.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times before she could gather her bearings, then she said: “I will not be kicked out, Colonel, but I do have a few more questions. How did you become a Colonel at, what was your age again?”

Edward rolled his eyes, ugh, this again, he was getting tired and he just wanted to get her out of his clssroom.

“Seventeen.” he replied, “And the whole story is a bit long, so I’ll give you the bullet points. I had to provide for me and my brother, so I became a State Alchemist at twelve. The State can be pretty dumb, they were convinced no child could pass their test and therefore an age restriction wasn’t necessary. I passed, being a State-Alchemist gives you a rank as Major. Are you following me so far? Good. I went on missions and discovered a conspiracy then last year we held a coup and overthrew the corrupt government. The then General Grunman came into power, he was the boss of my boss in the east. Everyone who helped with the coup got a big promotion. So, I am indeed a Colonel at seventeen.”

Everybody was quiet, they had expected a lot, but not this. Umbridge looked quite pale, which honestly, was to be expected, she herself was a government official and she was standing in front of a boy who had helped to overthrow his government at sixteen.

When she had recovered enough she immediately went in for emotional trauma: “Why did you have to provide for you brother at twelve.”

A dark look passed over his face, but he decided what the hell I’m in this hellhole now, might as well make her uncomfortable with my Tragic PastTM. So he said: “Well, it’s not really twelve, bit earlier really. Our dad is out of the picture, my mom died when I was five, but Grandma Pinako took us in. She’s the grandmother of our friend Winry, but her kids are dead too and she has a shop to run, so she didn’t really have the time or money for three kids. After that we lived with our teacher for a while, but she once she was done teaching us we had to leave. You might have had the luxury of a support system, but don’t assume everyone had.”

It was again quiet in the class. Edward wasn’t a private person per say, you could conclude that after the amount of times he had told people, strangers and friends alike, about his human transmutation back home, but he wasn’t someone who shared a lot without reason or prompting, especially not with his classes. He had learned and these people didn’t know him at all, he was a blank slate. He rather fill it with how awesome he was instead of how sad of a life he had lived.

“Well, was that all? Because you just wasted fifteen minutes of my class. In those fifteen minutes my students could have become a little smarter, broadened your tiny magic minds a bit more, but you just prevented that. Congratulations, you fail as a teacher.” he said.

Umbridge didn’t stay quiet, she protested: “‘Magic minds’ ,as you like to call them, aren’t small. You are generalizing.”

He raised one eyebrow and mustered his best unimpressed look as he said: “I find that hard to believe and I could argue that based on how you think I am incapable because of my age and non-magic background or I could generalize even more and ask you, if you look at the entire wizarding world, can you tell me how much it would collapse if magic were to suddenly disappear?”

Then he turned back to the board and wrote down CDR under each other before turning back to the class and asking: “Now, who can tell me what these letters stand for and why they are important?”

They were dismissed and an unhappy Umbridge walked out of the classroom. Hermione was the last one left and she made her way over to Mister Elrics desk. She bit her lip and said: “I know you don’t like to talk after you’ve dismissed us, but aren’t you worried about losing your job?”

He stopped rummaging in his back to give her a smile. “I’m sorry if I worried you there, but Umbridge is an annoying shit who loves power a bit too much. I know her type, but I also know her limitations. She can try to sack me, but I’ve been send over here to make a bridge between our countries, the Ministry doesn’t want to see me go and besides that, I don’t need this job, it might surprise you, but being a Colonel in a military state pays pretty good. I am planning to donate the money I earn here to some kind of charity and to give it some to friends who need it more than me.”

“Oh, now I feel kind of stupid.” Hermione said with a blush.

“Never feel stupid, you probably hear this a lot, but you are very smart. Alchemy is very hard and so far you are picking it up faster than I hoped. You’re going to see me around, but I do want to give you a bit of wisdom. Don’t doubt yourself and never dumb yourself down, you are picking up Alchemy, do not forget it. You are a wizard and from what I see and hear there is a war coming up, use what you learn, because wizards don’t know what to do when they’re faced with muggle solutions.” Mister Elric looked at her intently.

She nodded that she had understood and said: “When you’re giving wisdom like that it’s hard to remember that you’re just seventeen. My friend has two brothers who are your age, but have half the maturity.”

He laughed and thought, thanks it’s the trauma, but he said: “Yeah, I get that pretty often. Hey, you wouldn’t know a good wizard charity, would you?”

“Well, I am the founder of S.P.E.W., it’s for the freedom of house-elves, you should read about them, it’s horrible how wizards treat them.” Hermione said, “but if you think it’s dumb you could donate to St. Mungo’s, it’s the hospital, they could always use some money.”

“S.P.E.W., I’ll keep it in mind, thanks.” and he smiled at her again, then he said: “It’s getting late you’re going to have to run of you want to be in time for you next lesson.”

She paled a bit and cursed as she bid her goodbye and ran out of the classroom. She had so much to tell Ron and Harry at their next DA meeting.

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