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come back to me — harry potter

pairing: harry potter x female!reader

summary: harry has never been good at keeping promises, but this one he knows he will keep.

a/n: this is my entry for @hufflefluff-writer‘s writing challenge! congrats again on 300 followers!! <3 the prompt was “are you just going to leave me here?” and will be in bold :) 

“Do you promise you won’t leave?”

“Yes.”

"I mean it, Harry. No matter what happens. No matter what Dumbledore may have told you. You can’t—“

“I know. I know. I promise.”

—

Harry isn't very good at keeping promises.

At first the promises were small, almost irrelevant. When Harry promised to call over the summer of their third year, he didn't, but that might just have been because of his horrible uncle. When Harry casually threw it out there that he'd teach her how to play Quidditch in their fourth year, he didn't, but that was mostly not his fault and more of the Triwizard Tournament's, which banned Quidditch matches throughout the entire year. When Harry promised that the Dumbledore's Army wouldn't get caught under any circumstances in their fifth year, they did—and while part of her had been expecting it, it still would've been great if they didn't. And when he promised that he wouldn't do anything reckless in that very same year, he did, by going to the Department of Mysteries in an impulsive attempt to rescue his godfather. In their sixth year he promised the same thing—"I won't do anything rash unless I'm absolutely sure he's a Death Eater, I promise"—and just like the ones before it, Harry broke that one, too.

So [Y/N] isn't to blame when she starts to grow frustrated and her trust in him begins to wane.

A week before Bill and Fleur's wedding, when they’re staying up late at night for preparations, [Y/N] and Harry find themselves alone in the Burrow's garden with no one but themselves and the garden gnomes for company. [Y/N] goes, “With any luck, we’ll be able to prepare for our wedding like this sometime in the future” and Harry looks over at her, a wistful sort of look in his eyes, smiles and says, "We will.”

It sounds like a promise. [Y/N] is scared because Harry is bad at keeping them.

But yes—she may be scared—but she can't burden him with things like this, not right now, when he's dealing with far greater things than his girlfriend's petty wishes. Not when he's dealing with a crazed evil wizard who will stop at nothing to kill him.

But she is only human and humans have a tendency—an eagerness—to try and take even things they cannot have. They cling onto them out of whatever reason; greed or pure want or curiosity, but in this case it’s love.

And love makes you do foolish things. Makes you beg and plead and do anything you can in your power to hang onto whoever your heart feels so strongly for despite the circumstances.

That's why, when [Y/N] spots Harry’s figure from outside of her bedroom window at the Burrow at three in the morning, his back turned and a bag slung across his shoulders, she scrambles out of bed and runs down the stairs to intercept him.

”Harry!”

He freezes in his tracks; he hasn’t even made it past the Burrow's enchantments.

[Y/N] is barefoot but she barely even makes out the feeling of soil underneath her feet as she walks forward. The disappointment drowns everything else out.

It’s not like she hasn’t noticed. Harry isn’t exactly the most discreet when it comes to planning; Ron had told her days ago that Harry seemed to be packing his stuff. But even if Ron hadn’t ratted him out, she still would have known, because [Y/N] knows Harry well enough to know that he won’t be able to sit around doing nothing while the rest of the wizarding world struggles under the grasp of Lord Voldemort.

[Y/N] knows Harry well enough to know that he has a tendency to want to save everyone. Something that makes it hard for him to keep promises.

But knowing that doesn't make it any easier for her to accept it.

She doesn’t bother asking him where he’s going because she already knows. But it hurts, still, and the disdain in her chest has her saying in a tight voice, like there's already a lump in her throat, “Are you just going to leave me here?”

And she sounds desperate. Sounds like she's pleading—and she is, even though it makes her sound pathetic—but because she is human she hangs onto what she can't have and stands there outside of the Burrow at three in the morning, when the sky is still a shade of pitch black and the cold wind tosses strands of her hair about in the air, asking Harry for something that she knows he can't give her. But she tries, anyway, because she is human, and because she is human she is capable of feeling love. The kind of love that has her staring at Harry with a look in her eyes that pleads with him to stay.

Harry's jaw is set. The midnight breeze ruffles his hair as he meets her gaze. There's that same kind of longing in his eyes that's reflected in her own, but his has resolution in them—determination. He has his mind made up. “Please don’t make this harder for me than it already is.”

“But you promised." She wants to yell, but the words come out of her choked and weak and do little to hide the pain in her chest. "You told me you wouldn’t leave—“

“I know what I said." Cold. Pained. He has his mind made up. "I know what I promised you and I’m sorry but I can’t just sit here—“

“While other people die,” she finishes for him, because she knows Harry so awfully well, enough to know that he tends to want to save everyone even if it means putting his own life on the line.

And that angers her, because for once in his bloody life can’t he put himself first?

But he's right, and in a way that makes it even worse. Harry is the only one capable of bringing about the Dark Lord's downfall—there's a whole bloody prophecy about it. But Harry is more than that; he's a teenage boy—a child—and he has people who love him and want to protect him—people like [Y/N], who can't stand the thought of him going out there alone to bear the weight of the entire wizarding world on his shoulders.

"At least let me come with you." Helpless.

Sadness appears at the corners of Harry's mouth, tugging them down a little as he offers her this pained sort of smile and says what [Y/N] is expecting him to but hopes he wouldn't—"I can't."

"Just wait here. I can go—" Something like a cross between a whimper and a sob slips past her lips. "I can go inside really quickly and pack some of my stuff, okay? Just wait here."

"[Y/N]."

"I'll be quick, Harry—" There are tears on her cheeks and anguish in her voice so palpable that she doesn't even try to hide it anymore. "I'll be quick. Just wait here."

And then she's turning around, but before she can even make it a few steps, Harry is rushing forward and he's grasping her wrist and pulling her into his chest. [Y/N] feels his arms wrap themselves around her shoulders but she can't find the strength in her to hug him back, so all she does is cry into his shirt, entire body wracking with the force of her sobs. And she can't, for the life of her, bring the tears to stop—not for a while—so for a long time all the two of them do is stand there outside of the Burrow with Harry holding her like if he does so tight enough he'll be able to pull the pain right out of her and deal with it himself.

But when she does—when she finds her voice again and with it the will to stop crying—she pulls away from his chest, and Harry moves his hand from her shoulders to her waist, and with his other free one, he reaches for her face and thumbs at her tear-stricken cheeks even though his own face is wet from tears he hasn't even realized had fallen.

And when she looks up at him, her eyes are pained. Tired. Defeated. But at the same time there's also a sort of fierce determination in them—the kind that Harry has grown to love so much.

"I'm only going to ask two things of you, Harry." By some miracle, her voice doesn't tremble as she reaches up to grasp at his arm, her grip firm. She swallows. "The first is that you stop making promises you know in your heart you can't keep."

[Y/N] sees something break in Harry's eyes. Harry knows that this isn't any easier for her than it is for him, so he tries to be brave, too. He closes his eyes for a few moments, as though gathering himself, and when he opens them again he whispers, "And the second?"

Just like that, her resolve breaks. Her heart lodges in her throat. The determination in her eyes dies out. In a broken voice, she says, "Come back to me."

Suddenly his lips are on hers, barely more than a gentle press of lips, something stolen—something pure and intimate and gentle amidst the war that's raging on beyond the Burrow's enchantments.

He'll be back. No matter what it costs him. He will have this again—this, her, the feeling of his skin on hers and her lips on his.

Harry has never been good at keeping promises, but this one he knows he will keep.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Freckles

Pairing: Auror!Ron x Muggleborn!Reader

Words: 1.1k+

Set in present day, because I ignored the fact that cell phones wouldn’t have been invented yet in cannon. If you could ignore that too, I’d appreciate it. 😂

Written for @hufflefluff-writer’s challenge with the prompt “shh, go back to bed.” Congrats on your now 400 followers! 🥳

Summary: Ron gets sent away on an auror mission and Y/N misses him terribly.

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It’s been two months. Two months of newly wed bliss, before Ron receives his first extended auror mission. The projected leave time is about a week. Which won’t seem nearly as long if you both utilize the goodbye present you’re about to give him.

“What’s this?” Ron asks, holding up the mobile telephone.

“It’s a cell phone.” You explain. “This is what I used to talk to my parents while I was away at school.”

“Oh,” Ron pauses for a beat. “That makes a bit more sense now.”

“What did you think I was doing?” You wonder, arching a brow.

“Well, when you see a bird talking to herself, you don’t interrupt.” Ron reasons, a soft pink blush beginning to bloom across his cheeks.

“How thoughtful.” You let out a laugh.

“But why not just use owls?”

“With these it only takes a couple seconds to go from me,” you look down at the screen of your cell. Typing a rather cheeky message to Ron’s new phone number and pressing send, to demonstrate.

He watches in awe as the phone vibrates to life in his palm.

“To you.” You smile, having proved your point. “Much faster than an owl.”

Ron turns the black handheld over, inspecting it thoroughly. “How does it work?”

“That’s it’s own sort of magic.” You reply, moving forward to run both hands through his fiery hair. “But mostly towers. That’s why in some places you won’t have good service.”

“Right,” he nods, still clearly confused. “Service.”

“It just means the phone won’t work well, crummy reception.”

Ron chuckles, “we should get one of these for my Dad. Christmas present maybe.”

“I’ll add it to the list.” You assure him.

“And no one else can see these messages, right?” Ron inquires, squinting at the screen between you.

“Well there are conspiracy theorists who believe all interactions are being monitored by government agents.” You can’t help but laugh. “I like to think mine is a middle aged man named Jerry, who gets flustered and has to remove his headset from time to time.”

Ron’s eyes grow comically wide, “that’s mental.”

“That’s why it’s called a conspiracy.” You point out.

“Still rubbish that I have to miss your birthday.” He frowns, brushing a bit of stray hair away from your face.

“Your family has it covered. You made sure of that.” He’s a wonderful husband. Truly you couldn’t have asked for anyone better than Ron.

He nods, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “You’ll have breakfast in bed, full spread for lunch, a giant cake, loads of presents.” Ron draws in a deep breath, “and I’ll be back before you know it.”

You shrug, affording him a grin. “I miss you already.”

———————————————————————

In the morning, a soft buzzing from the bedside table greets you, in place of your husband.

The waiting text reads, -Good Morning, love. It’s Ron.-

You smile widely at the message. -Good Morning, Ron.-

His response comes in seconds, -You were right, much faster than an owl. This is Ron again, by the way.-

-Hi Ron again. I’m always right, and you don’t have to announce yourself every time. The number is saved in my contacts.-

-Brilliant, I was wondering how the phone knew it was you. Thought it might have been the government agent.-

-I never should’ve told you about Jerry lol.- You snicker at the words.

-Y/N?-

-Yes?-

-What’s lol?-

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It’s been three days. Ron’s getting better at texting, for the most part.

On a whole, the hours seem to tick by at a snail’s pace. Leaving you feeling particularly antsy and lonely in your flat. Finally you decide to head off to the burrow early. Hoping it will ease your mind a bit.

The burrow has always given you a sense of peace. The wall clock, with outdated pictures of Ron, and the rest of the Weasley children. The scent of your mother-in-law’s cooking and the warn, beige, sofa in the family room. Just beside the wizard chess set; the one you would play with Ron for hours on end.

Ron

Suddenly the sea of red hair and freckles is no longer the calming force you’re accustomed to. Now a steady, sinking loneliness takes its place. Because none of these freckles are his freckles.

You force yourself to stay seated. Giving Arthur a full rundown of modern Muggle technology. Until Molly calls you, and the rest of the family, for supper.

“That was delicious.” You say, patting the napkin at the corner of your mouth.

“Thank you, dear. Would you like seconds?” Molly smiles, springing into action. Her hands resting on the edge of your plate, prepared to bring another serving.

“No thank you, I’m stuffed.” You shake your head.

“Are you sure?” Her brows knit together. “You look a bit peaky.”

“I’m just tired.” You force a smile. “I think I’ll head to bed early.”

“Oh alright.” Mrs. Weasley waves her hands at you. “But don’t even think of apparating back to your flat, young lady. Tomorrow is your birthday, it’s going to be celebrated properly.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you assure her.

Bidding them all a good night, you excuse yourself. Trekking up to Ron’s old room; walls still covered in Chudley Cannons posters. The old oak dresser in the corner still missing wood, where you’d carved out your initials. You lie down in the bed that still smells faintly of Ron; and cry yourself to sleep.

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You wake to a soft jostling near your feet, slowly making its way upward. The mattress dipping beneath the newfound weight.

It smells of floo powder and spearmint toothpaste and- “Ron?” You murmur sleepily.

“Shh, go back to bed.” He whispers, pecking a kiss to your cheek as strong arms envelope you. Pulling you back securely to his chest.

“Ron!” You exclaim, realizing that you’re not dreaming. Flipping over awkwardly to face him. “How are you here? I thought-“

“Pipe down ya lunatic! We finished up early, they sent me home.” Ron laughs, as you pepper his face with kisses.

“That’s great news.” You smile, continuing your assault over the bridge of his nose.

“What’re you doing?”

“Saying hello to my freckles,” you explain. “I’ve missed them.”

A chuckle rumbles out from his chest, “the freckles will be here in the morning.”

“Yes, but I want them now Ron.” You grumble.

“Alright,” Ron sighs, with a shake of his head. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieves his phone. Powering it off and setting it on the nightstand; searching for yours to do the same.

“What are you doing?” You ask in amusement, as he commandeers the device hiding under your pillow.

“Jerry doesn’t need to hear this,” Ron murmurs. Settling his hands on either side of your head and leaning down for a kiss.

You’ve been separated long enough, no government agent is going to come between you now.

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Useless warning pt. 2|2 [Sirius Black x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Useless warning pt. 2  ➔ Useless warning pt. 1, Here! Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word count: 3.5k Published: 2 August, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Challenge: [x] [x] Notes: This is the second part for Amelia's Writing Challenge [ @hufflefluff-writer​ ], where I had to use the prompt - I would like to state once again that I have nothing against Marlene. I just needed her to be in a negative spotlight for the story.

"I told you not to fall in love with me!"

Summary: Sirius is one of your best friends who happens to be dating Marlene. She isn’t particularly a good friend of yours, but you do get along. She agrees to go out with Sirius, all the while she is aware of your feelings. Things get complicated as you are unable to keep your feelings to yourself anymore.

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Weeks passed by slower than ever, but Sirius was unable to make a decision. You kept stealing playful glances, occasional touches as your hands not-so accidentally brushed together, whilst walking past each other on the corridor. You met up to talk a couple of times, but nothing happened other than the one kiss on the day of your confession.

You started becoming impatient.

You watched as he kissed Marlene daily, making you feel even more pained than before. You finally knew that he was feeling something for you, but he was still with Marlene to your dismay. You were terrified of the thought that he would choose her. You knew he was debating what to do, but while you where sidelined, Marlene had the upper hand of being by his side.

Remus was very well informed on everything that happened between you and Sirius. He did give you some information on him when you felt lost in your feelings, but mostly kept Sirius' words to himself. He was a loyal friend after all and didn't want to betray his friend's trust. Of course, you accepted it without hesitation.

By this time though, you were at a tipping point, feeling helpless. It's been about five weeks since you have opened up to Sirius and your hope was almost completely destroyed. Your thoughts on being rejected once again have returned and you slowly started to accept that Sirius wouldn't chose you. The way he wrapped his arms around Marlene, the loving glances he has shared with her, confirmed your suspicions.

You sat at one of the windows of the Owlery, one leg on the ledge, the other hanging off from the inside. You were looking at the scene in front of you, watching as the sky changed colour from its original blue shade to a dark orange colour while the sun was slowly disappearing on the horizon.

You didn't even know when your tears started slowly falling, you only realised it when you felt the slightly salty taste in your mouth, whilst running your tongue across your lips.

"What are you doing here?" You heard a voice, but you didn't have to turn to know your visitor. Remus stepped closer to you, joining you in watching the view with an amused look across his face.

"Just thinking." You replied. Remus leaned closer and removed the tear drops from your cheek with his thumb.

"They don't seem like happy thoughts." He stated and you shook your head in confirmation. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing much." You replied nonchalantly.

"Come on, Y/N, you can talk to me." He tried to encourage you. In return you let out a deep sigh, trying to collect your thoughts.

"I'm... I'm giving up Remus. I just can't do this anymore." You spoke weakly, your eyes still watching over the Hogwarts grounds. From your peripheral vision you barely caught a frown appear across his brows.

"Y/N, don't do this. Just give him a bit of time." He tried to convince you.

"How much time, Remus? It's been over a month. I can not to keep watching him embrace her every single day. I can not handle the pain I feel when he kisses her right in front of me. I can't deal with this anymore." You shook your head, defeat falling upon you.

"Look, I am not asking you to wait another month, just maybe a couple of days." He tried again, unsuccessfully.

"I can't, Remus. It's too painful. If I knew he didn't have feelings for me, just like how I thought it was before, I could deal with it. But this feeling of not knowing what he wants and waiting for something to happen is killing me. Believe me, I wish I could give him more time, but I can not. I'm exhausted." Your voice was weak and beat. You never felt worse in your life. Your emotions have taken you on a rollercoaster, which never really took you high, but mostly fell endlessly.

You climbed off the window seal and faced Remus, giving him a painful smile, before you walked around him and left him alone, heading to your dormitory to sleep away your sorrow.

The following day you woke up late, feeling relived that it was a Saturday. You rolled around in your bed lazily, wishing this day to be just over. You already planned out the monologue you were to give Sirius, although you knew you wouldn't say it. It was always like that. You planned what you wanted to say, but when it came to the situation, you could never get yourself to repeat your well thought out words.

There was no hesitation in you when you got out of your bed. You had to end feeling sorry for yourself and waiting for him to make a decision, which he clearly couldn't. It just proved to you that he didn't appreciate you as much as he cared for Marlene. Although it was tearing your heart apart, you somehow expected it. You simply thought of yourself as a stupid naive little teenager, who shouldn't have believed in a fairytale happy ending. They were fairytales for a reason. They had no basis for reality.

You walked down to the Great Hall to grab your breakfast. The first sight you caught was Marlene running her hands through Sirius' lush locks, forming a lump to appear in your throat. That was exactly the feeling you have been trying to avoid for the longest time, unsuccessfully.

You walked over to the table, not even taking a seat, grabbing two pieces of croissants. As soon as you had your breakfast in your hands you were about to leave, but Remus' voice stopped you.

"Where are you going?" He asked suspiciously.

"I have a few things to take care of." You replied and turned on your heels, leaving the others behind.

You walked down to the Lake and sat down at the trunk of a gigantic Willow, its branches covering you from the bright sun shining your way. You bit into the croissant you hid in the pocket of your hoodie and watched the silent waves of the water as they moved along with the chilly wind.

Your thoughts wondered back to the scenario you witnessed in the Great Hall. You could feel as the lump returned in your throat. You fought hard against the little pricks in your eyes, trying to stop your tears from leaving their place. Sirius was not worth your tears anymore. He knew how you felt and he still hurt you. His logic was beyond you, but you didn't even want to understand him anymore.

You could hear silent footsteps getting closer to you and a form sitting down beside you. You didn't have to think about your visitor's identity, his cologne gave him away immediately.

"Hey." Sirius greeted you.

"Hey." You replied, not even taking your eyes off the water. You didn't even want to look at his face anymore.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

"Peachy." You replied firmly.

"Just talk to me please, without all this hard exterior." He tried in a softer tone, hoping to get to a better part of you.

"Why would I want to talk to you?" You asked, face emotionless, eyes still fixed on the waves.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his head tilted sideways.

"I have nothing to talk to you about." You said harshly.

"Why are you being so distant?" He questioned your though behaviour.

"I am not." You shrugged casually.

"Okay, something is wrong with you." He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Nothing is wrong with me. Finally after a month I am feeling content again." You stated, your voice nonchalant.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice shaky as if he knew already. You turned your head to be able to look into his grey orbs.

"I finally decided, that I am done waiting for you to make a decision, that you clearly already made, but forgot to inform me about." You spoke in a laid-back manner, his surprised expression leaving you unfazed.

"Wait, what? I didn't decide anything." His speech was rushed out of panic.

"Well, I guess than I did. Now you don't have to make a decision." You shrugged.

"Y/N, don't do this. Just give me a bit of time." He was almost begging you, but you stayed composed.

"I am not going to be dragged around. My feelings are not a playground, Sirius. I'm fed up of waiting for you, watching you enjoy yourself with Marlene. Screw this situation, screw my feelings, screw your feelings. I really can not be bothered to care about any of this anymore." You shrugged with a detached expression across your face.

"You can't do this. I know you still love me." He tried to convince you which made you let out an annoyed scoff.

"Noone said I didn't. Feelings don't just disappear, because you want them to. I am simply saying, that I do not care anymore. You had a month to make a decision, but you are still unable to do it. I clearly am not important enough for you to leave Marlene, which I accepted. I just wish you had the courage to say it to my face." You concluded the conversation and stood up from your place.

"Y/N, wait." He called after you, but you just turned around and gave him a sceptical look.

"Do not ever dare to tell me to wait." You replied and turned back towards the castle, leaving Sirius to process your words.

You didn't have energy to care about anything anymore. You just went up to your room and gazed at the wooden ceiling, lost in your self-destructive thoughts. You wanted nothing but Sirius to be yours, but you knew that you couldn't have dealt with his indecisive behaviour any longer. You might have been a bit naive, but you did have your pride, which didn't let you swoon over him anymore. You deserved better and you finally realised it.

A couple of hours later you went down to the common room, where a rather resentful look welcomed you from Marlene. You didn't have time to take the last step off the stairs, she stood in front of you with an irate expression. You raised a brow at her behaviour, crossing your arms in front of your chest, feeling attacked by the look on her face.

"Are you happy now?" She raised her voice louder than you would have liked.

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked, not being able to follow her train of thoughts.

"You must be glad." She stated in a hateful manner.

"I wish I knew what you are talking about, but I haven't the slightest clue." You replied in surprise. You had your fair share of welcomes in your life, but hers had to top it all.

"Don't act innocent. He broke up with me. And I know it's all your fault." She pointed her finger at your chest, pocking into your skin firmly.

"What?" You asked in the shock of realisation. He has left her indeed. He finally left her. But he was nowhere near you. He made a decision which didn't involve you, nor Marlene. If anything, it hurt even more to know that you weren't even an option after all. It was Marlene or noone.

"He left me for you, you dumb woman." She screeched, making your eardrums painfully pulse. You scoffed at her reply, before voicing your opinion.

"If he left you for me, then where is he? Because I am quite certain he is not here. So before you go around and accuse people, check your facts." You stated and pushed past her, knocking your shoulder against hers as you left her in a shocked state.

"I hate you." She screamed after you. You turned around and gave her a sceptical look.

"Anything new?" You asked, your voice beyond annoyed "You hated me from the moment you realised, that I loved him." You shrugged.

"No. I hated you from the moment I realised he loved you." She hissed through gritted teeth.

"You what?" Your eyes grew wide at her statement. "You knew?" You asked in disbelief. "You knew all along?" You repeated yourself in astonishment.

"Of course, I did." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, lifting his head higher proudly. "I overheard a conversation between Sirius and Remus way before we got together. I didn't want to let you have him, so I didn't say a word." She let out a devilish chuckle, forcing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

"You knew that I loved him and you knew that he loved me. Still you decided to meddle." You scoffed at her despicable behaviour. "You know what? You actually deserve each other more than you think." You hissed as you were about to leave, but another voice stopped you.

"Y/N, wait." He called after you. You turned around to meet his grey orbs only for a mere second, before he turned to Marlene. "Why didn't you say anything?" He asked, his tone beyond irritated.

"As I said, I wanted you for myself." She spoke firmly, placing her hand on his biceps. "If you knew the truth, you would have ran into her arms. I couldn't let that happen." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"You are disgusting." Sirius spit his words, making Marlene stunned. Your eyes wondered between the two, before you decided that you have had enough of them. You walked out of the common room, leaving their bickering behind. You didn't need their negative energy, you were a walking bomb ready to explode, on your own.

You barely walked a couple of meters, when a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, swiftly turning you around.

"Where are you going?" Sirius asked, his grip still strong against your skin.

"Away." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't want to listen to you anymore." You stated firmly, trying to get out of his hold.

"You know I broke up with her, right?" He asked, a small glint of hope in his eyes.

"So? You are just as bad as her. She knew we had feelings for each other and she decided to get involved with you anyway. You knew I loved you and you were still unable to make a decision, knowing very well that it was hurting me. You are actually the perfect couple. Go back to her." You heaved a sigh as you finally managed to get out of his hold.

However your attempt to walk away was unsuccessful. He grabbed your wrist stronger than before and pushed you against the corridor wall, caging you in with his arms.

"I am sorry. I really am. I didn't know how I felt and it just seemed comfortable the way things were. That is until you told me that you have had enough. That you didn't want me anymore. That you have given up. It just all downed on me. I didn't want to lose you." He tried to explain his feelings in the softest manner he could manage, but you have made up your mind already.

"Well, it's too late. You should have thought about it before. You had more than a month to do so." You shrugged dismissively.

"I know and believe me, I regret letting it go this far." He sighed deeply, his grey orbs full of guilt.

"At least you learned from it." You replied, your though demeanour unmoved. You tried to get out of his boxing arms as he ran his fingers through his hair but he caught you just in time.

"I will not let you go this time." He stated firmly.

"You can't keep me here forever." You offered him a sceptical look, but instead of a genuine thought, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

"You want to bet?" He asked playfully, making you frown as you were having trouble in comprehending what was going on.

"It's not a game, Sirius. I told you my opinion and with that I have concluded whatever it was between us. I do not care about you anymore." You tried to finally get out of this weird situation, however Sirius had different ideas. He took a step closer to you, his breath fanning your face lightly, forcing you to inhale his mixed scent of menthol and woody cologne.

"That's a lie and you know it. You love me and your feelings didn't change a bit. I understand that you are pissed off, hell you can hate on me as long as you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you love me." His tone was confident, borderline cocky.

"You really have the nerves to talk about my feelings, whilst you don't even know what you want? You must be kidding me." You scoffed at his assertive behaviour.

"I know what I want. I want you!" He stated, unfazed.

"Right." You rolled your eyes, annoyed. You didn't have any energy left in you to play his stupid little games anymore. You were emotionally burned out, exhausted. You just wanted out.

"I'm being genuine. I want you, Y/N." He lifted his hand to caress your cheek with his thumb, but you harshly pushed it away.

"That ship has sailed." You replied.

"What do you want me to do to make you believe me?" He raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air in agitation.

"Nothing. Just leave me alone. Please." You were almost begging him.

"No." He shook his head in disagreement. "I will not. I finally realised that I want you and I know that you want me too. I will not give up." He continued, his tone harsh, but still somehow caring. "I have made a mistake, perhaps more than one, but I will not make the same mistake again. I will not let you go." He stated decisively, leaving a couple of seconds for you to process, before he continued. "I love you and I want you to be with me!" He declared his feelings. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, his words seeming ever so genuine to your ears. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to think he was speaking the truth, but you were still hurting. "Please say something." His tone was begging, making you feel guilty all of a sudden. You heaved a deep sigh, before you found your voice.

"How do I know that you won't hurt me again?" You spoke weakly.

"You don't. That's why I am asking you to just give me a chance to prove you how much I love you. Just one chance. I promise, you will not regret it. Just trust me, please." He got hold of your hands, pulling them into his strong grasp, squeezing them gently. You leaned forward, placing your forehead against his chest as you heaved a deep sigh. "Just one chance." He whispered into your ear. You leaned back, looking up into his grey orbs, unable to avoid to see his hope-filled expression.

"Only one." You replied hesitantly, but before you knew it, a huge grin appeared across his face and in no time his hands were on your cheeks and his lips were attached to yours, lovingly capturing your heart once again. You could feel all the feelings he has poured into the kiss. He wasn't just kissing you for the pleasure of it. He tried to convey how much you meant to him and you could have not missed his need for you.

You returned the kiss just as passionately, running your fingers through his rich hair, lightly tugging at the end, making him lightly growl at your actions. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to his warm body.

"Thank you." He whispered as he pulled away, his smile even bigger than before. You knew you shouldn't have given in so easily, but you just couldn't deny how much you needed him too. You were craving for his presence, even when you didn't know about his feelings. But knowing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, made you realise that you would have been stupid not to give in. "I love you so much." He whispered into your ear unexpectedly.

"I love you too, you idiot." You replied with a gigantic grin across you face, before you met his lips once again.

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[siriusly-addicted-to-writing]

For how long?

Pairing: Harry x reader

Summary: You and Harry have an unhealthy relationship and you finally decide to speak up.

Warning(s): swearing if I remember correctly, angst

Prompt: For how long? How long have you kept this bottled up? (In bold)

Masterlist

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Hello! This is for a writing challenge hosted by @hufflefluff-writer and if you are interested, please go and join! These are so fun to do if you’re on a writers block, like me. I hope you enjoy ‘For how long?” (Also, it’s probably gonna be fairly bad because I literally cannot write anything at the moment. Yay for writers block! Also, first time writing for Harry, hopefully I didn’t ruin home for any of you haha)

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You were walking down the hall on Saturday when you saw him. He was sitting up against the wall, staring into space. You frowned, stopping in the middle of the hall.

Things between you and Harry were changing. Every since he-who-must-not-be-named came back, Harry has been distancing himself from you. The first week of 5th year, he talked to you. Quite a bit actually. The whole first month or so was good, that was until Umbridge became High Inquisitor.

Harry would barely talk to you. Normally talking to only Ron and Hermione. He was completely cutting you out. You didn’t tell him that you were feeling hurt, you just acted like it didn’t phase you.

When DA started, you signed up right away. Although you were afraid you would get caught, you didn’t hesitate. Harry started being better around you again, happier. Happier that he was making a difference and showing people how to defend themselves. But once we got caught, the whole world crashed down around you two.

He wouldn’t talk to you, and he was completely out of it. Once he told you his scar was hurting again, you begged him to tell someone, but he didn’t. That’s when he saw the vision of Sirius. He left you and went to the Ministry. He left you all alone, wondering if he would come back. You always thought it was because the fact that he wanted to keep you safe, but you weren’t sure.

It’s also probably grief. Ever since Sirius died, he hasn’t been talking to you, or anyone really. You don’t blame him, it must be hard. You’ve lost people, but you were too little to know them.

Maybe that’s why you and Harry bonded. You lost your parents when you were only 4 months old. Death eaters killed your parents, and you can’t remember them. The only difference between you and Harry was that you were raised by your grandparents. They are lovely people, and fairly young. High 60s, and you couldn’t be happier about being raised by them.

Mentally going through the pros and cons of walking over to your boyfriend, you found your feet moving over there anyway. Harry didn’t even notice you when you stopped in front of him.

“Harry?” you asked timidly. Harry looked up at you then back at his hands.

“Hello, [Y/N],” he said.

“I haven’t talked to you in awhile. How are you feeling?” You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t really make small talk, but at the same time, you knew he didn’t want to talk about bigger things.

“Fine,” he said, emotionlessly. You took a deep breath in, and sat down across from him. You reached over and grabbed his hands in yours.

“Harry, I know that things have been rough. With you dealing with Sirius passing.” You watched as Harry flinched. You felt your heart tug. “I know how you feel Harry, and—”

“No, [Y/N]. You don’t know how I feel.” He ripped his hands out if yours and you stared at him.

“Harry, I—”

“Yeah, I know. You think you know because your parents are dead. But you don’t, [Y/N]. You didn’t know them. You don’t remember them.” You flinched back. You didn’t know how Harry could say those things about you. He knows that you didn’t know your parents, but he was always sympathetic because he could relate in the situation.

“Harry just because your upset doesn’t mean you have to be—”

“Upset?! [Y/N], I lost my only chance of leaving the Dursley’s! The only person who understood me!” You winced again. You understood Harry. Maybe it was just the grief that was making him say these...hurtful thing. But then your mind raked back to earlier in the year. “He was my Godfather, and I loved him,” Harry said. You looked at him and saw tears dripping down his face.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” you said, moving to sit next to him. He crumpled into you. You both sat there, for who know how long. You only realized how late it was when you felt your stomach rumble.

“Harry, I think we should go eat,” you whispered. He nodded and stood up. You both walked in silence the whole way to the Great Hall. When you arrived, you didn’t see anyone there.

“We are too late,” Harry said, grabbing your hand and pulling you down stairs. You stayed silent as Harry dragged you all the way downstairs to the kitchen. He tickled the pear and walked in.

Multiple house elves came running up to you.

“Hello, Miss!”

“Miss [Y/L]!”

“Welcome!”

House elves were all talking at the same time. Harry spoke up.

“Hello, may we have some leftovers from dinner?” All the house elves nodded and ran away to grab some food. Deep down in your heart you knew you had to talk to Harry about your relationship. You knew it wasn’t healthy.

“Harry?” you asked, timidly. You don’t know which direction this conversation would go.

“Yes?”

“What are your thoughts on our relationship?” Harry looked taken aback by the question.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do you think it’s healthy or?”

“I think it’s fine. Why? Do you not?” he asked, looking at you.

“No, not really,” you whisper. Harry looked at you.

“Yeah, well, explain why you think it’s not.”

“Well, for starters. You didn’t talk to me for half of the year.”

Harry shrugged. “I had other things on my mind, I’m sorry,” he said, but you couldn’t tell if it was sincere or not.

“Second, you’ve just been acting different around me, and, well, I don’t like it Harry! Remember when you left me here when you went to the Ministry? Harry!? Why didn’t you take me with? You could’ve died! I wouldn’t have even had a chance to say goodbye. Why did you take me with?!” you screamed at him. You didn’t even care how may house elves were watching you.

“For how long?” he whispered. “How long have you kept this bottled up?”

“Since the day it happened. Harry you’ve been treating me like shit and you didn’t even fucking take me with! I thought we were supposed to be partners, do everything together. Apparently we aren’t.” You shook your head and ran out the door. You made a beeline to your dormitory.

Once you said the password you bolted up to your room. You saw Fred and George glance you’re way, and you knew they’d ask you about it later. They do act like your older brothers after all. Once you got up to your room, you refrained yourself from slamming the door. You ran over to your bed and crumpled up there.

Although you weren’t crying. You just felt empty. Empty that Harry didn’t realize how horrible he was treating you. And as you sat there, you knew that things wouldn’t be the same between you anymore. Honestly, you didn’t even know if you both could be friends anymore. But no matter what happened, you knew, as you sat there on an empty stomach, that you’d always love Harry. Deep down, no matter how much you didn’t want to. You’d love him.

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I know that wasn’t the greatest, because I can’t write for the life of me, and well, it kinda ended badly but, whatever.

[heistmaster69]

innocent ~ d.m.

Angst: 10.  “stop acting so innocent! we both know you’re nothing but.”

this is for @hufflefluff-writer ‘s 300 follower writing challenge! I am so glad to be a part of this! congrats babe!

864 words.

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Nobody is looking at me. The walk along Platform 9 3/4, I kept stealing glances at everyone, anyone, who would meet my eyes. No one did. Even my father, who���s eyes are usually filled with love, trained his gaze on the crowd ahead, instead of the girl in front of him. His daughter. 

This is the part where he is supposed to say that he loves me, and he wants me to be safe this year, good luck at Quidditch, and your N.E.W.T.S. But he sent me off with a gentle pat on the shoulder. 

Is this what they meant when they said everything would be different? 

I could hear every whispered goodbye, every “be safe”, every “I love you”. I could feel every step I took rattle through by body, feel the crushing weight of loneliness become fifty pounds heavier as I passed through the bustling crowd. Every breath i took felt strained, forced. Was it always this hard to breathe? 

Why is nobody looking at me? 

Would someone just look at me?

I got to the door, feeling the cold steel of the express against the palm of my hand. It was a reminder that this wasn’t just a dream, that I’m returning to Hogwarts, that Cedric is dead, that he is back, that I’m a monster. 

The air inside the train was warm, almost hot. I could tell that my eyes were glazed over, tears brimming, but no one was looking at me. What would they care? The air was just getting warmer as I weaved through people trying to find cabins. It was thick, suffocating. Why are my lungs burning? 

The people in the train were idiots if they thought I couldn’t hear them. Hushed conversations about what I must’ve done over the summer, how I’m disgusting, how I’m horrible. 

Am I?

I made it to the back of the train, the handle of the door not cold, like the one outside. The only thing this reminded me of is the fact that my friends are in there, waiting. Were they?

I don’t want to know that answer. My throat was burning now, it took everything in me not to break down right here, let everyone know that I can feel, that I’m not a monster like they all say that I am. I didn’t. 

The door opened, then. I don’t remember opening it, or taking the few steps to the cabin where my friends sat. Where Daphne sat, where Theo, Blaise, and Pansy sat. Where he sat. 

Draco. 

I didn’t realize I was crying. I couldn’t hear Daphne ask if I was okay over the blood rushing in my ears, couldn’t feel Pansy’s hug, or Blaise and Theo’s words of comfort. All I could hear was the fact that Draco said nothing. 

He didn’t look at me.

In that moment, I felt like a monster. 

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“It’ll be okay, dear, he just wants to talk to you.” My father whispered. It wasn’t going to be okay, if the fear in his eyes was an answer. “I love you so much. Always, dear.” 

The clacking of my shoes had echoed of the walls as I reached for the door. The handle was cold, then I saw him. 

I saw him. I don’t think I believed Harry until that moment. His name fell of my lips like a curse. 

“Voldemort.”

“Hello, dear.”

 Don’t you call me that.

“Come here, let me see you.” I don’t remember walking towards him, but I did. His hands were cold as ice against my face, bone thin, his eyes blood red and so, so angry, nose in slits. This was what a monster was. 

He clasped his hands together slowly, beckoning two shadowy figures from he side of the room. 

“Give me your arm, dear.” 

Then, all I could feel was pain.

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The train ride was longer than usual. I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Not with everyone. I needed to speak to Draco, tell him I’m still me, the same old me, his best friend, not a monster.

So when the train arrived at Hogwarts, I decided I would wait for Draco while he ‘checked on something’. 

“What are you still doing here, did you see anything?” 

“What, no, I--you’re looking at me,” My voice came out in a strangled whisper. 

“Of course I’m looking at you.” He reached for my arm, but I winced.

“You haven’t since-since that day.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” He scoffed, pushing past me to the gate. 

“Draco!” I shouted, stalking over to where he stood. I grabbed his arm and when he pulled away, I knew.  “Stop acting so innocent! We both know you’re nothing but.” My voice came out in a pitiful cry. “You know what he did to us.”

That was when he began to cry.

I don’t remember when I began crying too.

“I’m sorry.” His voice came out in a hushed whisper, and he looked at me.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I don’t think I knew how much I needed him.

I think he needed me too.

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[mooncat457writing]

Playing Nurse

Thanks, as always, to @hellcattriesagain for being my fearless alpha reader. I don’t envy your job one bit, but I love you for your endless support.

Written for @hufflefluff-writer‘s 300 follower writing challenge. Congrats Amelia! 

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Wolfstar

Rating: T

Prompt: "I love your scars, they tell your story and that story is beautiful"

Summary: Sirius and Remus finally figure out their feelings for each other when Sirius takes care of Remus after a particularly bad full moon.

Word Count: 4.1k+

Also up on AO3

“Moony?”

Remus’ body felt as if it was on fire as he was shaken awake by someone who could have only been Sirius. He was the only one who dared to try to touch him directly after a transformation. James and Peter always gave him space to wake up and get dressed on his own, but Sirius hardly ever did. Sirius was usually there, ready with a blanket to wrap around Remus’ naked shoulders and words of reassurance that the rest of them were ok. That morning was no different. Remus let his eyes flutter open, and, in the dim, early morning light streaming through the boarded-up windows of the Shrieking Shack, he was able to see Sirius’ concerned face staring down at him.

“Pads?” Remus croaked. He glanced over his shoulder and realized that Sirius had already draped a blanket over him.

“Shhh, I’m here, Moony,” Sirius cooed, brushing an errant curl out of Remus’ eyes. “Do you think you can sit up?”

He tried to push himself up off of the floor, where he was currently lying on his stomach, but pain radiated through his left shoulder and his abdomen as he moved.

“Careful, I think you dislocated your shoulder,” Sirius said, reaching out an arm to help guide him into a seated position.

“That would explain the radiating pain,” Remus said dryly as he sat up. The blanket fell from his shoulders down into his lap, covering the important bits at least.

“Merlin, Re! Your stomach! Prongs, where’s my wand?” Sirius said, turning around to search the floor wildly.

“Here!” Peter chirped quickly, handing Sirius his wand.

Remus pressed a hand to his belly and looked down to see his fingers come away red. “And, that would explain the light-headedness.”

“It was a rough night, Moony,” James said quietly. “You— the wolf was really restless from the start. We didn’t think it would be wise to go out for a run, so we tried to keep him here, but then he only got worse.”

“You’ll be alright, Re,” Sirius whispered, his voice wavering slightly. “Can you just lie back?”

Remus ignored the instruction and glanced frantically between his three friends, searching for injuries. “You guys are alright, though? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, the wolf didn’t hurt us,” James said. “We’re ok.”

“But you won’t be if you don’t let me at least try to bandage that wound. Now move your hand and lie back,” Sirius pleaded.

“It probably looks worse than it is,” Remus protested weakly, but he lied back anyway.

“Ferula.” Bandages shot out of Sirius’ wand and wound their way around the wound on his abdomen. “Do you have any other wounds? I would try to set your shoulder, but I’m afraid I’ll make it worse,” Sirius admitted.

“No, I think that’s the worst one. Madame Pomfrey should be able to handle the rest,” Remus assured him and sent him a small smile. “Thanks, Sirius.”

Sirius smiled tentatively back and shoved his wand into his back pocket before reaching to brush a few curls away from Remus’ face. He was a lot gentler than usual, but Remus would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

“Speaking of Madame Pomfrey,” James started, bringing Remus back to the moment, “we need to get going if we’re going to sneak back into the castle and get changed in time for class.”

“James is right,” Sirius said before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Are you able to sit up and get dressed on your own, or do you need help?”

“I’ve got it,” Remus said quickly. He slowly pulled himself up into a seated position, ignoring the pain still radiating through his shoulder and abdomen. “Can you pass me my pants, though?”

Wordlessly, Sirius handed Remus his folded stack of clothes before backing away to stand with James and Peter so Remus could get dressed on his own. It hurt like hell to maneuver, but Remus wasn’t much in the mood to be touched right now, so he gutted through it. He gutted through walking down the tunnel back to Hogwarts, too, but once he was outside and past the Whomping Willow, he couldn’t bear the pain anymore. He collapsed onto his knees in the grass and let out a strained whimper.

“Moons,” Sirius exclaimed, dropping to his knees next to him.

“I’ll be fine, I just need a minute,” Remus panted, clutching his abdomen with his uninjured arm.

“Let us help you,” James said calmly, crouching down on his other side.

Remus looked between the two of them then nodded reluctantly. The two boys helped him to his feet and braced him from either side with an arm wrapped around his waist to escort him the rest of the way to the Hospital Wing. Once they reached the door, Remus stopped and shot them a look. “I should probably go in on my own.”

“Are you sure? Re, you can barely walk, let us at least help you inside,” Sirius suggested.

“Madame Pomfrey can’t know that you were with me,” Remus reasoned.

James let go of Remus and stepped next to Peter. “Moony’s right.”

“But—” Sirius started. He looked between Remus and James, tightening his arm around Remus’ waist.

“I’ll be ok. You should go to class.”

“He’ll be ok, Padfoot.” James placed a hand on Sirius’ shoulder to pull him away from Remus, but Sirius wouldn’t budge.

“You can come to visit during lunch,” Remus said. “Go to class. I need you to take good notes for me, alright?”

Deflating slightly, Sirius nodded and stepped back so Remus could enter the Hospital Wing on his own.

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The next time Remus woke up, it was nighttime instead of early morning, and he was in the comfort of a bed in the hospital wing instead of on a dirty hardwood floor. With his eyes still closed, he did a mental scan of his body for injuries. There was a dull ache in his left shoulder, and, now that his entire body didn’t feel like it was on fire, he realized that he had, in fact, dislocated it as Sirius had said. He could also feel thick bandages wrapped around his torso, presumably covering the massive scratch he’d given himself. Besides that, there were no other significant injuries that he could feel, but there was one more thing he noticed: a warm hand gently cupping his.

Remus’ eyes fluttered open slowly to take in the sight of Sirius, leaning back in a chair, his feet propped up on the nightstand, one hand holding a book in front of his face while the other gently clutches Remus’ on top of the white hospital linens. Remus stared at their intertwined hands, watching Sirius’ thumb brush idly against his knuckles as he read, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Remus was now awake. It was such a simple gesture, yet so intimate. It made Remus’ stomach flutter. He sat for another few moments, merely letting himself enjoy the soft feel of Sirius’ hand in his before deciding to let his friend know that he was awake.

“Am I still dreaming, or is Sirius Black actually reading a book for once?” Remus croaked, his voice still thick from spending almost an entire day asleep.

Sirius glanced up from his book, startled. “Moons, you’re awake!” He tried to quickly let go of Remus’ hand, but Remus gripped tighter, not ready to let go just yet. Sirius smiled and let his feet hit the ground to scoot the chair closer to his bedside. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a thousand galleons,” Remus deadpanned.

“I was really worried about you,” Sirius admitted. “I tried to come to sit with you during lunch, but Madame Pomfrey wouldn’t let me in. I could barely focus in class all day today.”

“So, I guess I’ll have to get today’s notes from James, even though I can never read his handwriting.” Sirius gave him a narrowed look, so he continued, “I’m feeling better, really. I’ll be in this sling for a few days, but I’ll recover. I heal fast thanks to the wolf.”

“I’m glad you’re ok.”

Remus smiled, which Sirius nervously returned. It was a little jarring to see Sirius nervous when he was usually the picture of confidence. Oddly enough, it put Remus more at ease. Because if Sirius was nervous around him, then maybe, just maybe… Remus took a chance. He shifted his hand to lace his fingers between Sirius’ and gave his hand a squeeze as he pulled it into his lap.

Sirius’ smile widened. “Do you think you’ll be recovered enough by this weekend?”

Remus lifted an eyebrow at him. “That depends on what you have planned.”

Sirius laughed loudly— that laugh that was so similar to a dog’s bark that it wasn’t at all surprising when they’d found out his animagus form was a dog early last year. Madame Pomfrey shot him a glare from her desk across the room, which quieted him quickly. “Well, James has Quidditch practice, and Peter has that study date with Heather Hufflepuff—”

“Her last name isn’t ‘Hufflepuff,’ Sirius,” Remus interjected.

Sirius let out a frustrated huff. “That’s not the point, Re. I’m trying to ask you— Argh. Will you come to Hogsmeade with me?”

Remus tried his hardest to prevent what was sure to be a stupid grin from forming on his face. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“That depends on whether or not you feel the same way as I do,” Sirius replied.

Unable to hide his happiness any longer, Remus smiled at him and nodded.

“So that’s a yes?” Sirius asked hopefully.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for years now, so I’m not going to let a dislocated shoulder get in the way of that now.”

“Years, huh?”

Remus felt his face flush, and he reflexively went to cover his face with his free arm, which also happened to be the one in a sling. “Ow! Bloody hell.”

“Are you ok? Do you need me to get Madame Pomfrey?” Sirius asked.

“No, I’m alright,” Remus said quickly. “Just—Stay?”

Sirius smiled and nodded before leaning to rest his head in Remus’ lap, like he often did when they were lounging around in the common room, except this time felt different. Sirius pressed a kiss Remus’s knuckles, and they fell into a comfortable silence.

“It’s been years for me, too,” Sirius admitted softly, just as Remus started to drift back off to sleep.

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“Morning, Moony!” Sirius chirped, pushing off of the wall he was leaning against outside of the Hospital Wing.

“Sirius!” Remus exclaimed, jumping slightly. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

“It’s Thursday. I have a double free block in the morning, remember?”

“Oh, right. I kind of forgot what day it was, if I’m being honest,” Remus said wearily.

Sirius stared at him for a moment and softened. Usually, by the second day after a transformation, Remus started to get his energy back, but clearly, Tuesday’s moon had been really tough on him, injuries aside. “You aren’t trying to go to class, are you?” he asked, gesturing at the uniform robes Remus was wearing.

“No, but these were the clean clothes I had stashed in the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey said I could leave, but only if I went straight up to the dorm and got back into bed.”

“Good. Then let’s get you to bed.”

“‘Let’s’?” Remus repeated back at him. “Don’t you have your usual Thursday morning pranks to pull with James?”

“James has got Peter for that,” he replied with a shrug. “Besides, I wanted to make sure you were alright. Just let me escort you home safely.”

“How chivalrous of you.”

“Well, I did learn something in all of those etiquette lessons that dear Walburga forced me to go to,” Sirius said with a wink.  

Remus smirked. “Alright, let’s go. I’m nearly dead on my feet.”

They started to walk down the hall side by side in comfortable silence, Sirius occasionally brushing his shoulder against Remus’ non-injured one. By the time they got to the third floor, he had realized that Remus wasn’t kidding when he said he was dead on his feet. He glanced over and noticed Remus struggling to carry his feet up each step. Wordlessly, Sirius took Remus’ free arm and placed it around his own waist, then snaked an arm around the middle of his back, careful to avoid touching the boy’s injured arm.

Remus stopped and looked up at him. “I capable of walking on my own, Sirius.”

“I know you are. What if I simply wanted to take advantage of having an empty corridor to canoodle with my best friend?” Sirius waggled his eyebrows, which had Remus rolling his eyes.

“That’s a load of dragon’s dung,” he said with a huff, yet Sirius felt Remus’ arm tighten around his waist as he leaned more into his torso anyway. “But I appreciate the lie.”

Sirius felt the urge to lean down and press a kiss to the top of Remus’ sandy brown, curly hair, but decided not to press his luck, so he continued walking, supporting more and more of Remus’ weight by the time they got to the seventh floor. “Wrackspurt,” he said, clearly, and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. He helped Remus climb through the portrait hole and across the common room. “Think you can manage the stairs on your own? I don’t think we’ll fit side by side like we used to back in the day.”

“Yea, I think I’ve got it.” Remus stepped back, his hand sliding across Sirius’ back before dropping to his side. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m right behind you.” He reached forward and gave Remus’ hand a squeeze, then gestured for him to head up the stairs first.

Two sets of stairs later, they stepped into the empty dorm room they share with James and Peter, and Remus instantly headed for his four-poster bed. “I don’t know why this moon was so bad,” he mused as he tried to shrug out of his robes.

“Well, you’ve been stressing out about NEWTs even though they’re over a year away, so maybe it’s just the pent up stress. You should really relax more,” Sirius gently suggested as he watched Remus struggle with his clothes. After a moment, Sirius closed the distance between where he was standing by the door and Remus’ bed and sat next to him. “Here, let me help you.”

“I can do it!” Remus snapped.

Sirius quickly yanked his hands back and settled them in his lap. “Sorry, I only—”

“No, I’m sorry,” Remus said with a sigh. “It’s just— If you haven’t noticed, I don’t normally get changed in front of people… For a reason.” He stared at the floor, fiddling with a loose thread on his robes.

“Your scars?” Sirius ventured carefully. When Remus didn’t look up, he continued. “Moony, I’ve seen you naked nearly a dozen times post-transformation. I’ve seen your scars before.”

Remus bit his lip and looked up again. “But that’s different. That’s in the dim light of the Shrieking Shack, not in broad daylight in the middle of our dorm.”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Sirius insisted, reaching over to take one of his hands and smiling when Remus laced their fingers together like it was second nature. “I’m still going to think you’re the fittest guy in our year no matter what. Now let me help you change into your pajamas and get into bed like Madame Pomfrey told you.”

Remus smirked and shook his head. “Alright, fine. I’m too knackered to argue with you.”

“Good.” Sirius quickly brought their entwined hands up to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of Remus’ hands then motioned for Remus to turn so he could start helping him out of his robes.

Outer robes discarded, Sirius gently undid the sling to help Remus remove his oxford shirt and tie. It took a little maneuvering to avoid jostling his shoulder, but eventually, they managed it, and Remus sat in front of Sirius, his torso bare save for the bandage wrapped around his stomach. Remus hadn’t been wrong; seeing him in the dim dusk light of the Shrieking Shack was different than seeing him in the full daylight of their dorm room. In this light, he could fully see the faint white lines that littered Remus’ torso. Some were faint, and some were more raised and jagged. He could remember the nights when some of them happened almost vividly, like the one on his right shoulder blade: the on he got the first transformation he’d spent with Prongs, Padfoot, and Wormtail. Sirius wanted to reach out and touch it and trace his finger reverently over it, but he wasn’t sure if that would be alright.

“You’re disgusted by them, aren’t you?” Remus asked, his voice sounding smaller and more vulnerable than Sirius had ever heard it before.

“What?” Sirius asked, realizing that he’d been silent for way too long. “No, Re—” he placed a hand on Remus’ shoulder to turn him to face him. “I love your scars. They tell your story, and that story is beautiful.”

Remus stared at him for a moment before starting to laugh.

“What?” he asked indignantly.

“That was a really corny line, Pads.”

“That wasn’t a line! I really d—” Sirius’ protest died in his throat as Remus’ pulled Sirius close by his uniform tie and pressed their lips together in a quick, chaste kiss. “I— You— We—” He opened and shut his mouth a few times as he tried to process what exactly had just happened; meanwhile, Remus simply smiled at him, a blush slowly creeping onto his cheeks. “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, mind you,” Sirius said finally, still just the tiniest bit dazed.

“To get you to stop saying such sappy things. It’s unnerving,” Remus said.

Sirius smiled widely. “Well, if saying sappy things gets you to kiss me, then I might have to come up with more to say,” he teased.

Remus laughed loudly, then winced and removed the hand from Sirius’ tie so he could clutch the wound in his stomach.

“Sorry,” Sirius said sheepishly. He tentatively moved the hand on Remus’ shoulder up to gently cradle his neck. “I’ll stop trying to make you laugh if it’s going to hurt you.”

Remus smiled fondly and leaned in to press their lips back together, this time for longer. “I’m not sure that’s possible. You always make me laugh, even when you aren’t trying. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Sirius pulled away and blinked at him. Did he just say what he thought he did?

“I—That’s not— I didn’t exactly mean it like that—” Remus stammered.

He quickly brought his lips back to Remus’ for a soft kiss. “I love you, too, you know?” He rested his forehead against his before continuing. “I’m honestly not sure if it’s an ‘in love’ kind of love or just the same kind of love that I’ve always had for you, but I do know that it’s different from the love I have for James or even Peter. It has been for a long time. It wasn’t until I realized out that I was into blokes that I figured out why.” He kissed him again. “Point is, I love you, and I’m very much looking forward to figuring out what that means in the grand scheme of things.”

“Me, too,” Remus muttered.

Sirius smiled and gave Remus one more quick kiss— because now that he knows what it’s like to actually kiss the boy, his boy, instead of having inconvenient daydreams about it, he couldn’t get enough. “Come on. Let’s get you into bed. Pajama top or one of those adorable jumpers of yours?”

“Jumper. That green one with—”

“The little stripe along the bottom,” Sirius finished for him. “I know the one. It’s my favorite. Brings out your eyes.” He smiled and brushed his lips against his forehead, then stood up. “I’ll dig it out if you want to get into your pajama pants. I figure we should probably wait until at least after our first date before—”

“Padfoot, do not even think of finishing that sentence,” Remus admonished.

He sent him a cheeky grin then turned his attention to the trunk at the foot of Remus’ bed, digging through it to find the requested jumper. When he found it, he straightened up and found Remus sitting back down on his bed, his uniform pants swapped out for a pair of Gryffindor red plaid pajama pants. “You realize that you’re going to look like Christmas with this combo?” he teased.

“I thought Christmas was your favorite holiday?”

“It is.”

It was a lot easier getting Remus into the jumper than getting him out of his uniform, so, within a minute, Sirius was tucking him into bed. He sat on the edge and laced his fingers with Remus. “You should get some more rest,” he suggested gently, even though he knew he would probably want to do precisely the opposite.

“I spent all day yesterday sleeping,” Remus protested.

“Yet, you still look utterly exhausted.”

“Gee, you really know how to make a bloke feel great about himself.”

“Exhausted, yet gorgeous,” Sirius amended.

“Oh, well, now you’re just overcompensating,” Remus teased sleepily.

“Am not.” Sirius leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Idea: I have another hour before Transfiguration, what if I stayed here,” he murmured against Remus’ lips. “I could use some Moony cuddles.”

“Mmmm. That does sound tempting.” Remus tilted his chin up to bring their lips back together. “Alright, climb in,” he said, lifting the covers and patting the bed next to him.

Sirius smiled, kicked his shoes off, and removed his uniform robe and tie before crawling into the bed. He extended his arm out and gestured for Remus to rest his head on his chest.

Remus complied, snuggling into the crook of Sirius’ arm with a contented sigh. “But you have to actually go to class. And actually take notes because I can’t—”

“Read James’ handwriting. I know, love.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Remus’ head then buried his face in his curls. Barely ten minutes passed before he noticed the shift in Remus’ breathing that let him know he’d fallen asleep, not that he minded. It wasn’t the first time that Remus had fallen asleep on Sirius’ chest, although it was the first time since they’d finally become— well, whatever they were— and Sirius definitely hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. If he could have it his way, he’d spend every night exactly like this.

Not long after Remus, Sirius started to drift off as well, at least until he heard the dorm door open. His eyes flew open, and he quickly raised a finger to let James know to be quiet then pointed at the still sleeping Remus.

“How is he doing?” James whispered as he sat on the bed next to Remus’.

“Exhausted,” Sirius whispered back, gently brushing the curls away from the sleeping boy’s face.

“Did you finally tell him?” James asked, and Sirius raised an eyebrow in question. “Sirius, I see how you look at him.”

Sirius’ eyes widened in fear.

“I don’t have a problem with it,” James said quickly. “I— I know I didn’t exactly react very well when you first told me that you liked blokes, but—” he scrubbed a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “I want you to be happy, and if Remus makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

Sirius relaxed slightly and looked at Remus, who was still fast asleep, before looking back to James. “Thanks, Prongs. But— can we keep this between us? I’m not sure if I’m ready for Peter to know about any of this yet.”

“Of course.” James stood up and looked down at his two best friends. “I’ll let Minnie know that you’re busy playing nurse and won’t make it to class. She’ll probably cut you some slack.”

“It’s Minnie, do you honestly think that’s likely?”

“If it was just you, not really, but we all know Moony is her favorite. I’ll see you for lunch.” James shut the door behind him, leaving the room in complete silence again.

Sirius looked back at Remus and smiled before starting to lean in to brush a kiss against his forehead.

“So, James knows, then?” Remus whispered, not bothering to open his eyes.

Sirius pulled back, startled. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough,” he murmured, nuzzling closer. “I guess I’ll be getting the notes from Lily, then.”

“Of course, that’s what you focus on,” Sirius said with a chuckle. He leaned down again to actually brush a kiss on his forehead this time, but Remus tilted his face up and caught his lips in a soft kiss.

“I’m glad James knows.”

“Me, too, love. Me, too.”

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A/N: Here is my entry for @hufflefluff-writer ‘s writing challenge! Sorry it’s so late!! I’ve bolded the prompts I chose. This was originally super angsty but I changed my entire plot at the last minute so now its *hopefully* a mix of everything. It isn’t very long but nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy! 

Summary: Parties are always the catalyst for confessions.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: unrequited feelings, a lil bit of angst

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Useless warning pt. 1|2 [Sirius Black x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Useless warning pt. 1 ➔ Useless warning pt. 2, Here! Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word count: 3.9k Published: 29 July, 2020 Warnings: Angst Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: I wrote this for Amelia's Writing Challenge [ @hufflefluff-writer​ ], where I had to use the the below prompt, however I kind of ran away with the storyline and instead of a one shot it became a multiple part story. I think my mind just went rogue with this one, don't judge me :D - I would also like to state thatt I have nothing against Marlene. I just needed her to be in a negative spotlight for the story.

"I told you not to fall in love with me!"

I also added the song that inspired my mood at the end of the fic

Summary: Sirius is one of your best friends who happens to be dating Marlene. She isn’t particularly a good friend of yours, but you do get along. She agrees to go out with Sirius, all the while she is aware of your feelings. Things get complicated as you are unable to keep your feelings to yourself anymore.

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You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, resting your head on Remus' shoulder. Deep sighs left your lungs every few seconds, gazing at Sirius trying to steal a kiss from Marlene. It was hard to watch him giving his undivided attention to someone else.

You have been in love with him for a year or so. It was inevitable. Even when you became friends, years ago, you already thought he was handsome, but the years just helped him to look even more attractive. He has jokingly warned you in the past numerous times not to ever fall in love with him. He knew the kind of person he was. He changed girls more often than he changed his cloths. You tried to obey his request, but years of being his best friend, getting to know him more than he knew himself, turned your feelings around.

You sighed once again as you watched him placing his palm behind Marlene's neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss. That strong grip around your aching heart has become a daily occurring. As scary as it was, you kind of adapted to the pain their pair caused you. Even though Sirius was a player, his relationship with Marlene has been ongoing for the past three months, confirming what you have been afraid of the most. You knew he wasn't far from falling for Marlene. She was stunning with a good brain and funny comments. She was undeniably one of the most popular girls of Hogwarts, making you feel utterly defeated.

You exhaled deeply at the thought of watching them for the next year before you finally left Hogwarts. You wanted nothing more than to leave them and jump into whatever your future brought to you.

"Are you okay?" Remus whispered above you.

"Yeah..." You replied weakly.

"You have been sighing an unusual amount of times." He said and you knew very well that you looked like a love-sick puppy.

"I only have to survive a year." You turned your head upwards to be able to look at his face. His eyes were attached to the couple, just like yours a second ago. His hair was a mess, his expression unhappy. "Why do you look so troubled?" You asked.

"Because it's hard to watch you suffer." He pulled a pained half-smile, making you chuckle.

"Come on now, Remus. I am fine. I honestly got used to it already." Your voice was soft and reassuring.

"Used to what?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

"The pain in my chest." You confirmed. "I have felt it for so long now, it's kind of like a part of me." You giggled even though it was nowhere near happy. He finally turned to you, managing to look into your eyes in a rather weird angle.

"That shouldn't be something you have to get used to." He shook his head.

"I know, Remus, but unfortunately that is exactly how unrequited love works." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"She knew." Remus said and you knew what he meant without questioning him.

"Yes, she did, but it doesn't mean she should have said no. Remus, look, Sirius likes Marlene, Marlene likes Sirius. Just because she knew of my feelings, you can't expect them not to get involved with each other. You are only thinking that way because you are my friend." You explained, once again heaving a deep sigh. The powerful hold around your chest reappeared and you welcomed it as an old friend.

"I would never date someone my friend likes." He huffed, annoyance clear in his voice.

"I have never really been friends with her. We just got along when we needed to." You said.

"Still, it's making me uncomfortable." He said as he shrugged and you lifted your head from his shoulder.

"Remus, don't worry so much. You are more worked up about it than I am." You chuckled at his protective behaviour. He just shook his head, knowing that you were simply pretending to be strong, but deep down you were hurting more than you showed. It was always like that. Hiding your feelings were something that you learned through out the years to protect yourself.

"What's so funny over there." Sirius joined the conversation, hearing your giggling. Your eyes met his captivating grey orbs, for a second leaving you breathless, before you found your voice.

"You don't have to know everything, Sirius." You spoke with a small smile, turning back to Remus who was shaking his head with the same expression.

"You are unbelievable." Remus said, suddenly standing up, pulling you with him and dragging you out of the common room. You could feel Sirius' curious gaze on your back, but you didn't turn your head to look at him. You were more interested in what Remus was planning.

"Where are we going?" You asked, whilst he was pulling you after himself.

"I got fed up of the act, that you have put up. Do you think I can not see that your smile is nowhere near genuine? I rather drag you out and get suspicious looks, than keep watching you suffer." He was quite agitated to your surprise.

"Look Remus, I am fine." You tried to reassure him.

"No, you are not. Enough of acting though. You know what you need? You need to tell him that you love him." He halted abruptly on an empty corridor and turned around, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"What?" You asked as if you have heard him wrong, brows running high, mouth agape. You certainly believed that your hearing has become impaired.

"Tell him you love him." He said firmly, confirming his seriousness.

"That will never happen." You smiled awkwardly as if you were trying to tell him that he was insane.

"Look, I know it sounds like a strange, rather weird idea, but the only way you will get over him is if you confess to him. He will reject you and you can have closure." He attempted to explain his reasoning and he was indeed successful. He made the little gears work harder in your brain then ever.

"I mean... but what if our friendship will be ruined?" You tried to argue his point, not because he wasn't right, but because you were terrified of rejection. Sirius wasn't just a friend or a crush, he was more to you than anyone else, making your situation ever so complicated.

"Then it will be ruined." He shrugged, making you frown at his nonchalant reply. "You can't stay by his side, while he drools over other women. I can't watch you putting up a fake smile and pretend that everything is just fine, when deep down you are trying to hide an excruciating heartache." You heaved a deep sigh as he finished his monologue, knowing how right he was.

"Fine, I will do it tomorrow." You said, your voice beyond broken. You never wanted to lose Sirius, but at this point you knew that you would have to face the consequences of your feelings. As much as you wanted to deny it, Remus knew you way too well, to understand how hard you tried to pretend to be fine in all circumstances and it wasn't healthy.  

"Good. Right after classes I will call him to the Wooden bridge." He stated and you nodded in confirmation. He walked up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Don't be down. Think of it as an end to something painful and a new beginning to something beautiful." You chuckled at his wise words, but nodded in anticipation.

"You always know what to say." You smiled as you started walking back to the common room. "By the way where were we headed?" You asked curiously.

"Nowhere, I just wanted to get you out of there." He shrugged with an awkward smile.

"Well, it worked." You shook your head at his unusual behaviour, but your smile never faltered.

Upon returning to the common room, Sirius questioned you about your whereabouts, but you just exchanged a quick smile with Remus and shook your head, leaving him in suspense.

Your night was long and hard, nervousness quickly taking over you as Remus left you alone. You have been thinking of all the ways you wanted to tell Sirius about your feelings, but deep down you knew, that you would not remember any of your thoughts by the next day.

After hours of rolling around and endless sighing, you finally gave up on torturing yourself and let sleep overcome you.

The next morning you jumped out of your bed and before you knew it, you were sitting in the Great Hall, right next to Remus. Soon Sirius arrived with Marlene on his arm, leaning over you to give you a kiss on the top of your head, just like every morning.

"Morning, guys." He said, taking a seat beside you, Marlene on his other side. He received a couple of replies, but not one from you. You looked at Remus, who gave you an annoyed eye roll, before turning back to his breakfast. You had to acknowledge that he has been hanging out with the boys way too much. Beside his kind personality, he definitely picked up some of those typical marauders attributes, which mostly consisted of sarcastic replies, eye rolls and annoyed scoffs.

You chuckled at his manners, before turning back to your food. He knew how badly Sirius' attentive behaviour affected you, even with that small smile plastered across your face. Remus just always knew what you thought and it definitely brought you closer.

By the end of classes, you were standing at the Wooden bridge, arms resting on the edge of the handrail, whilst watching the view and waiting for Remus to send Sirius over. Your thoughts were a mess of what ifs and hows, but you didn't have much time to think as you saw Sirius' form appear at the end of the bridge.

He walked up to you, his back leaning against the side of the bridge with a questioning look.

"You know, this is suspicious right?" He asked and you raised a brow at him. "Instead of you coming to me and asking me to meet you here, you send Remus to do it." He clarified his words.

"Yeah..." You replied hesitantly, not wanting to tell him that it was all Remus' idea.

"So what's up? Why did you want to talk to me?" He asked impatiently, which made you furrow your brows.

"Someone is in a rush." You replied with a scoff.

"I have promised a date to Marlene." He shrugged.

"So you simply don't have time for your friend." You raised a brow questioningly. "Next time I will just book an appointment." You spoke, clearly annoyed.

"Don't be cute. You know that's not what I meant." He attempted to save the situation.

"But you did though. I wanted to talk to you about something that's very important to me, but what do I get? You, trying to rush me to get it over with, because you have a date." You hissed in anger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think of it this way." He sighed, whilst trying to get an eye contact from you, unsuccessfully.

"Whatever." You shook your head in a reply. A few seconds of silence fell up on you, before he spoke again.

"What bothers you?" He asked as he turned around, joining you in gazing over the rift under the bridge.

"It's very complicated. I don't really know how to talk about it." You started, making him frown.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"It's not... I mean..." You heaved a deep sigh at being unable to create a coherent sentence. "My head is a mess of thoughts." You scoffed, trying to organise what you really wanted to say.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." He tried to encourage you to talk. You finally looked up at him, his grey eyes curious as to what you wanted to say.

"Anything?" You questioned.

"Anything!" He repeated firmly.

"I don't think you will want to hear this, but I still have to say it though." You turned away from him, not wanting to see his disgusted expression. The knot in your stomach and the grip around your chest became stronger, your throat dried out as your anxiety heightened.

"There isn't a thing you can't share with me." He spoke with his lips curved up into a gentle smile.

"I love you." You blurted it out, deciding that it's better to just get it over with.

"I love you too." He replied, making you scoff, before a pained smile appeared on your face.

"No, you don't get it." You shook year head. You lifted your face, looking up into his grey eyes, which seemed to be more confused than you have ever seen them." I love you the way you like Marlene." You clarified your feelings for him, watching as his eyes grew wider by the second.

"What?" His voice was weak and shocked at the same time. His demeanour less confident than ever.

"You heard it." You spoke firmly, your nervousness long out of your system. You knew his answer,  you knew him. There were no questions left. You simply waited for him to process what you have just told him.

"But... I told you not to fall in love with me!" He replied, his words weaker than you have ever heard.

"Feelings are not something people can control. Believe me, if it depended on me, I would have never fallen for you." You replied.

"You never showed it, though." He spoke, surprising you with his words.

"I mean, we were friends and I knew you would never look at me that way." You explained looking straight into those grey irises. Your voice sounded calm and collected, your demeanour firm and though.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say." He spoke hesitantly.

"I want you to reject me." You said confidently, causing his brows to run high.

"What?" He asked in shock.

"The only way I can get closure is if you reject me." You explained with a shrug. He looked ever so confused at your behaviour.

"You are taking this quite well." He spoke with a frown and you knew exactly what he meant. Of course, you did. You became so good at pretending to be fine, that it was almost natural not to show your real feelings around others.

"I guess, I do." You spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Erm... I'm... I don't know what to say. You know, I am with Marlene." He shook his head slightly, trying to find the right words. "I just can't do this." He said, his voice defeated.

"That's fine." You replied, making him frown.

"You are scaring me, you know?" He spoke, his eyes looking for something in yours, that you knew he would never find. You could feel your tears collecting in your eyes, but you didn't let them leave. Not just yet. "You are acting strange." He shook his head lightly.

"No, I am not. I came here to tell you that I loved you and I knew before I even decided to confess, that I would be rejected. I was simply prepared for it." You explained halfheartedly.

"Okay..." He replied hesitantly. "I have to go now, but I will talk to you later." His tone was soft and gentle as if he was scared of hurting you, even though you have stood there in your toughest form.

"Yeah..." You replied simply, assuming he has only said that to make you feel better. "See you." You told him as he was still standing there. You wished he was gone by now so you could just let all your feelings go, but his hesitant steps and slowly disappearing back, forced you to keep everything in, until finally he was out of sight.

You slid down the side of the bridge, letting your tears finally roll down your cheeks. Of course, you were hurting, your chest didn't even let the air in anymore. You felt like you were being suffocated. You were heaving for breathe as you felt your salty tears pour through your lips.

It was killing you to know that Sirius never even thought of you romantically. It hurt you to see him giving attention to all the other girls. It pained you to see him kiss Marlene so lovingly. But most of all, it teared you apart from the inside to know that he would never return your feelings.

You sat at the bottom of the bridge, legs pulled up to your chest, face hidden between your knees, tears escaping your bloodshot eyes. You just wanted to disappear from the castle, from the country, from the whole wide world.

You didn't even realise a presence beside you, only when a hand lifted your head and two soft lips attacked your own. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the owner of the long black locks, but before you knew it, your eyelids flattered shut and you gave into the blissful feeling of his lips moving in synch with yours.

It was better than you ever dared to imagine. His lips were in perfect harmony with yours, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel the salty taste of your tears on your lips as he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you even closer. He was captivating, he was giving you hope and you were cursing him for it. You didn't want your feelings to be played with.

He finally pulled away, leaning against your forehead, breathing heavily, along with you. You didn't even realise when your tears stopped streaming down your cheeks.

"You are not as strong as you pretend to be." He spoke with a pained expression, opening his grey orbs to look at you.

"Sirius..?" You questioned... everything. You didn't understand why he was there, why he kissed you, why he came back. Your head was a mess of confused thoughts.

"Why did you have to tell me how you feel?" He heaved a deep sigh, his breath shaky, feeling defeated. He pulled away from you and sat down beside you, leaning his back against the side of the bridge.

"I told you. To get closure." You replied hesitantly. You were nowhere near the expected closure. Your feelings were now more unbearable than ever.

"Closure for what? You just had to come and stir things up, didn't you?" He asked, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Stir what up?" You asked furrowing at his unclear words.

"I was over you finally. Or at least I thought I was and then you decide to confess to me? How am I supposed to take that?" He raised his voice, hiding his face in his palm.

"Over... me?" You questioned hesitantly.

"Yes, I loved you." He lifted his head to look into your eyes. "I thought you would always look at me as a mere brother figure and I accepted it. That's why I always jokingly told you not to ever fall for me. But here you are now, telling me that you love me and I am not supposed to feel good about it, I am not. But I just can't deny that a part of me wants to jump out of my skin in happiness." He confessed, leaving you with parted lips and a shocked expression across your face.

"I... I didn't expect that." You spoke in confusion.

"Believe me, I didn't expect your confession either." He replied with a scoff.

"But... what do you feel then?" You asked, trying not to get your hopes any higher than they already were.

"I honestly don't know." He shook his head, letting out a deep sigh he has been holding onto. "A part of me is happy that you love me, but I'm not sure about what I feel and I don't know what to do with Marlene now." His voice was beyond defeated and you just wanted to pull him into a hug, to tell him that everything will be just fine, but you stopped yourself. You knew that it wouldn't help him now. It would just confuse him.

"You have to decide what you want. I can't help you with that." You spoke, trying to keep yourself composed.

"I know. I just need a bit of time." He said and you nodded in agreement. A few minutes of silence fell up on you, before he stood up and reached out for you to help you up. You accepted his hand and steadied yourself, but before you could have even looked up, he pulled you into his embrace, dipping his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You protectively wrapped your arms around his torso, enjoying his warmness around you. You wished you could enjoy his hugs longer, but you knew that it wasn't fair to any of you, including Marlene.

"As much as I enjoy hugging you, this is not going to help you." You spoke as you pulled away from him with a soft smile across your face.

"I know." He took a deep breath.

"Let's go back." You said, but he stood still, not even attempting to move, his adoring eyes fixed on your face. You shook your head, rolled your eyes and started gently nudging him towards the castle, chuckling.

"You know, I can walk on my own." He smirked at your forceful behaviour.

"Yeah, but you didn't move though." You argued playfully.

"A simple please would have worked just fine." He replied.

"As if I was ever begging for anything." You scoffed.

"I can think of one or two reasons." He raised an eyebrow, before your deadly expression forced a loud chuckle to leave his lungs.

"Just shut up. That I would beg for." You rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour.

You went back to the castle, parting ways at the entrance as Marlene appeared. She questioned his whereabouts, but you quickly got involved by telling her that you needed to talk to Sirius and you didn't realise the time. She seemed to believe you, although a sceptical look rushed across her face, before it quickly disappeared.

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I’ll just put this here, because this song had a big impact on my mood when writing.

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This was amazingly well written! Another great challenge entry and I love when these pop into my notifications every once in a while it’s great!

I can’t wait for part 2 and please feel free to add me to your tag list!

Useless warning pt. 1|2 [Sirius Black x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Useless warning pt. 1 ➔ Useless warning pt. 2 - Coming soon! Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word count: 3908 Published: 29 July, 2020 Warnings: Angst Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: I wrote this for Amelia’s Writing Challenge [ @hufflefluff-writer​ ], where I had to use the prompt “I told you not to fall in love with me!”, however I kind of ran away with the storyline and instead of a one shot it became a multiple part story. I think my mind just went rogue with this one, don’t judge me :D - I would also like to state that I have nothing against Marlene. I just needed her to be in a negative spotlight for the story.

I also added the song that inspired my mood at the end of the fic

Summary: Sirius is one of your best friends who happens to be dating Marlene. She isn’t particularly a good friend of yours, but you do get along. She agrees to go out with Sirius, all the while she is aware of your feelings. Things get complicated as you are unable to keep your feelings to yourself anymore.

Challenge: [x] [x]

Masterlist: Marauders

You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, resting your head on Remus’ shoulder. Deep sighs left your lungs every few seconds, gazing at Sirius trying to steal a kiss from Marlene. It was hard to watch him giving his undivided attention to someone else.

You have been in love with him for a year or so. It was inevitable. Even when you became friends, years ago, you already thought he was handsome, but the years just helped him to look even more attractive. He has jokingly warned you in the past numerous times not to ever fall in love with him. He knew the kind of person he was. He changed girls more often than he changed his cloths. You tried to obey his request, but years of being his best friend, getting to know him more than he knew himself, turned your feelings around.

You sighed once again as you watched him placing his palm behind Marlene’s neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss. That strong grip around your aching heart has become a daily occurring. As scary as it was, you kind of adapted to the pain their pair caused you. Even though Sirius was a player, his relationship with Marlene has been ongoing for the past three months, confirming what you have been afraid of the most. You knew he wasn’t far from falling for Marlene. She was stunning with a good brain and funny comments. She was undeniably one of the most popular girls of Hogwarts, making you feel utterly defeated.

You exhaled deeply at the thought of watching them for the next year before you finally left Hogwarts. You wanted nothing more than to leave them and jump into whatever your future brought to you.

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Thanks for this amazing entry! I was so happy to see it in my notifications! Please give this a read if you have t already!!

Playing Nurse

This is for @hufflefluff-writer‘s 300 follower writing challenge. Congrats Amelia! 

Thanks, as always, to @hellcattriesagain for being my fearless alpha reader. I don’t envy your job one bit, but I love you for your endless support.

Prompt: “I love your scars, they tell your story and that story is beautiful”

Rating: G

Pairing: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Summary: Sirius and Remus finally figure out their feelings for each other when Sirius takes care of Remus after a particularly bad full moon.

Tags/Warnings: Friendship, Fluff, Getting Together, Kissing, Cuddling, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, Scars, Coming Out

Also up on AO3.

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Thank you for yet again another great entry into ameliaswritingchallenge! Can’t wait to read what others come up with as well!

For how long?

Pairing: Harry x reader

Summary: You and Harry have an unhealthy relationship and you finally decide to speak up.

Warning(s): swearing if I remember correctly, angst

Prompt: For how long? How long have you kept this bottled up? (In bold)

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Hello! This is for a writing challenge hosted by @hufflefluff-writer and if you are interested, please go and join! These are so fun to do if you’re on a writers block, like me. I hope you enjoy ‘For how long?” (Also, it’s probably gonna be fairly bad because I literally cannot write anything at the moment. Yay for writers block! Also, first time writing for Harry, hopefully I didn’t ruin home for any of you haha)

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You were walking down the hall on Saturday when you saw him. He was sitting up against the wall, staring into space. You frowned, stopping in the middle of the hall.

Things between you and Harry were changing. Every since he-who-must-not-be-named came back, Harry has been distancing himself from you. The first week of 5th year, he talked to you. Quite a bit actually. The whole first month or so was good, that was until Umbridge became High Inquisitor.

Harry would barely talk to you. Normally talking to only Ron and Hermione. He was completely cutting you out. You didn’t tell him that you were feeling hurt, you just acted like it didn’t phase you.

When DA started, you signed up right away. Although you were afraid you would get caught, you didn’t hesitate. Harry started being better around you again, happier. Happier that he was making a difference and showing people how to defend themselves. But once we got caught, the whole world crashed down around you two.

He wouldn’t talk to you, and he was completely out of it. Once he told you his scar was hurting again, you begged him to tell someone, but he didn’t. That’s when he saw the vision of Sirius. He left you and went to the Ministry. He left you all alone, wondering if he would come back. You always thought it was because the fact that he wanted to keep you safe, but you weren’t sure.

It’s also probably grief. Ever since Sirius died, he hasn’t been talking to you, or anyone really. You don’t blame him, it must be hard. You’ve lost people, but you were too little to know them.

Maybe that’s why you and Harry bonded. You lost your parents when you were only 4 months old. Death eaters killed your parents, and you can’t remember them. The only difference between you and Harry was that you were raised by your grandparents. They are lovely people, and fairly young. High 60s, and you couldn’t be happier about being raised by them.

Mentally going through the pros and cons of walking over to your boyfriend, you found your feet moving over there anyway. Harry didn’t even notice you when you stopped in front of him.

“Harry?” you asked timidly. Harry looked up at you then back at his hands.

“Hello, [Y/N],” he said.

“I haven’t talked to you in awhile. How are you feeling?” You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t really make small talk, but at the same time, you knew he didn’t want to talk about bigger things.

“Fine,” he said, emotionlessly. You took a deep breath in, and sat down across from him. You reached over and grabbed his hands in yours.

“Harry, I know that things have been rough. With you dealing with Sirius passing.” You watched as Harry flinched. You felt your heart tug. “I know how you feel Harry, and—”

“No, [Y/N]. You don’t know how I feel.” He ripped his hands out if yours and you stared at him.

“Harry, I—”

“Yeah, I know. You think you know because your parents are dead. But you don’t, [Y/N]. You didn’t know them. You don’t remember them.” You flinched back. You didn’t know how Harry could say those things about you. He knows that you didn’t know your parents, but he was always sympathetic because he could relate in the situation.

“Harry just because your upset doesn’t mean you have to be—”

“Upset?! [Y/N], I lost my only chance of leaving the Dursley’s! The only person who understood me!” You winced again. You understood Harry. Maybe it was just the grief that was making him say these...hurtful thing. But then your mind raked back to earlier in the year. “He was my Godfather, and I loved him,” Harry said. You looked at him and saw tears dripping down his face.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” you said, moving to sit next to him. He crumpled into you. You both sat there, for who know how long. You only realized how late it was when you felt your stomach rumble.

“Harry, I think we should go eat,” you whispered. He nodded and stood up. You both walked in silence the whole way to the Great Hall. When you arrived, you didn’t see anyone there.

“We are too late,” Harry said, grabbing your hand and pulling you down stairs. You stayed silent as Harry dragged you all the way downstairs to the kitchen. He tickled the pear and walked in.

Multiple house elves came running up to you.

“Hello, Miss!”

“Miss [Y/L]!”

“Welcome!”

House elves were all talking at the same time. Harry spoke up.

“Hello, may we have some leftovers from dinner?” All the house elves nodded and ran away to grab some food. Deep down in your heart you knew you had to talk to Harry about your relationship. You knew it wasn’t healthy.

“Harry?” you asked, timidly. You don’t know which direction this conversation would go.

“Yes?”

“What are your thoughts on our relationship?” Harry looked taken aback by the question.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do you think it’s healthy or?”

“I think it’s fine. Why? Do you not?” he asked, looking at you.

“No, not really,” you whisper. Harry looked at you.

“Yeah, well, explain why you think it’s not.”

“Well, for starters. You didn’t talk to me for half of the year.”

Harry shrugged. “I had other things on my mind, I’m sorry,” he said, but you couldn’t tell if it was sincere or not.

“Second, you’ve just been acting different around me, and, well, I don’t like it Harry! Remember when you left me here when you went to the Ministry? Harry!? Why didn’t you take me with? You could’ve died! I wouldn’t have even had a chance to say goodbye. Why did you take me with?!” you screamed at him. You didn’t even care how may house elves were watching you.

“For how long?” he whispered. “How long have you kept this bottled up?”

“Since the day it happened. Harry you’ve been treating me like shit and you didn’t even fucking take me with! I thought we were supposed to be partners, do everything together. Apparently we aren’t.” You shook your head and ran out the door. You made a beeline to your dormitory.

Once you said the password you bolted up to your room. You saw Fred and George glance you’re way, and you knew they’d ask you about it later. They do act like your older brothers after all. Once you got up to your room, you refrained yourself from slamming the door. You ran over to your bed and crumpled up there.

Although you weren’t crying. You just felt empty. Empty that Harry didn’t realize how horrible he was treating you. And as you sat there, you knew that things wouldn’t be the same between you anymore. Honestly, you didn’t even know if you both could be friends anymore. But no matter what happened, you knew, as you sat there on an empty stomach, that you’d always love Harry. Deep down, no matter how much you didn’t want to. You’d love him.

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I know that wasn’t the greatest, because I can’t write for the life of me, and well, it kinda ended badly but, whatever.