#bc i love the gryffindor/slytherin brothers angst

[wild-flowerhoney]

THE SUN WILL GO OUT - excerpt

baby brothers are special, is the thing. the world is built on them, for them. and sometimes it's not enough - sometimes they fall away from you anyway and you want to scream i've done everything for you and the sun will go out before i stop loving you. but it's not their fault that you have. it doesn't fall on them.

that's a hard thing to realise, that all your effort was yours alone and it's not their burden to bear. that you can't make them, because then you'd be just like the people that failed both of you.

baby brothers are special. the world is built of them, for them, or at least your world is and that's the same thing, really.

baby brothers are special, sirius knows this the moment regulus starts toddling after him clumsily, knows it in the way their hands fit together – knows it even as he loses him, even when regulus falls away from him and into the gaping maw that is their family.

(always their family, but that's a different conversation entirely and is best left alone most of the time.)

baby brothers are special and maybe this is why he refuses to be the secret keeper that fateful day.

because regulus black is dead except he isn't, sirius hasn't found him yet and tapestries can be fooled.

regulus black is alive except he isn't and if someone, anyone, offered him answers then... well.

sirius doesn't trust himself. doesn't know what he would and wouldn't give because regulus is sirius' baby brother and the entire world is made of him.

(it's a harsh truth to swallow, isn't it?)

[its-rach-writes]

Starman - Chapter Three

Pairing: Sirius Black x Potter!reader

Summary: after feeling overshadowed by your twin brother, your best friend persuades you to get more involved with school activities. You weren't counting on falling for Sirius Black.

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, jealous Sirius

A/N: I know that the stereotypical Amortentia lesson usually happens in 6th year but had to make it a little different! And, no I didn't put the 6th year Slytherins with the 7th year Gryffindors just to write this one scene, why would you think that? Can you also tell I'm trying to include Peter which is hard bc I hate him so much! Please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! xxx

Chapter Three

The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were waiting outside the dungeons for their potion master to arrive. Slughorn had the tendency to arrive 5 minutes late to class which was great it you were going to be late yourself but not so great if you were on time and you were left shivering in the cold.

The seventh year Gryffindors were going to be sharing the dungeons with the sixth year Slytherins much to everyone’s displeasure, you didn’t mind though. The faculty liked to put the two years together as they were reaching the end of their Hogwarts careers.

“Merlin, its freezing,” you complained to Remus as you pulled your cloak around you more securely.

Before Sirius could reply, Sirius spoke up – he’d been there barely a minute – “you know, I can warm you up, Potter. You just need to ask,” he smirked, a couple of girls in the back swooned, but you’d known him too long to get affected by him. It didn’t mean you couldn’t play with him though.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, a hand playing with the ends of his hair, “yeah, you gonna warm me up?”

Sirius looked surprised and he flushed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, “y-y’know, if you want.”

You smirked and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “if you ever touch me like that, I’ll shove that wand so far up your- “you got cut off as Slughorn chose that precise moment to come along and let everyone into the dungeons.

Sirius gave you an exaggerated pout as he gestured with his outstretched hand. You sighed as you put your hand in his, laughing when he laced your fingers together and you followed him into the dungeons. Even as you got to your seats, Sirius didn’t let go of your hand, holding it beneath the table.

The lesson started ordinarily enough as Slughorn introduced the potions and poisons that you would be working with that year, though that was mainly for the sixth years benefit. You and your friends were distracted as you had heard this lecture the year before. However, your interest was piqued when Slughorn asked a question he hadn’t asked the year before.

“Who would like to come up to the Amoretti and tell the class what they smell?” Amoretti was a love potion that smelt different for everyone. They could smell whatever attracted them, “Mr Black, how about you?”

At Slug horn’s words, Sirius’ chest puffed out and he winked at you as he went to get up. He visibly deflated when he realised that Slughorn was talking to his brother and he sat back down. Obediently, Regales went to the front and stood in front of the potion and inhaled deeply, almost as if he was drinking it in.

“Um, I smell Butter beer, warm grass and,” he hesitated before sighing, “the ocean,” he didn’t wait for Slughorn to comment, instead he made his way to his seat, keeping his eyes forward and not looking at any of his classmates.

“Thank you, Regales,” Slughorn cleared his throat, “would anyone else like a turn?” Sirius didn’t speak up, he folded his arms with a pout on his face.

“I will, sir,” James volunteered himself quickly and walked up to the front of the class. Like Regales, he took a whiff of the potion, “okay, well I smell rose perfume, sugar quills and peaches,” he grinned at Lily who almost went the same colour as her hair. James looked strangely relieved as he sauntered back to his seat, kissing Lily’s cheek on the way.

Sirius leaned across to you, “want to know what I smell?”

“Hmm,” you turned to him, pretending to think about it, “how about yourself?”

“Very funny,” he said dryly.

As you were making your potion, Lily leaned over, “cheerleading try outs start when class is over today, you’re already on the team if you want. But, will you be there?”

You laughed as you stirred your mixture, “won’t you be accused of favouritism?”

Lily scoffed, “no, I think you underestimate how much people like you. And besides, they all know that I couldn’t have come up with all those routines without you.”

“I’ll come to try outs and the first practice session before I make my mind up, if that’s okay?”

“Will you wear the outfit though?”

“Yes, I’ll wear the outfit,” you laughed.

Suddenly, there was a panicked groan and you looked up at Peter who was on the verge of tears. You couldn’t stand to see your friend so upset so you went over to help.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” his potion was a luminous yellow colour.

“I added too much powdered snake fang, I’m so clumsy.”

“It’s easily done, Pete,” you assured him.

“I’m so bad at potions,” he buried his face in his hands.

“Being good at potions isn’t the be all and end all. You’re way better at Transfiguration than I am. It took me forever to turn that hedgehog into a pin cushion but you did it on the first go,” you smiled and Peter looked secretly pleased with himself.

“The perfect way to remedy too much powdered snake fang is adding more syrup of Hellebore,” you added a few more drops until his potion turned a few shades lighter than it was supposed to be. But, it was better than being luminous yellow.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled, ruffling his hair before going back to your seat.

“You’re really kind, y’know that right?” Sirius grinned at you.

You shrugged, “he’s my friend, it’s no big deal.”

That afternoon at cheerleading try-outs you sat in the first row of the stands, too shy to include yourself just yet. You must have looked lost in thought because you heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.

“Hey, I thought this was my place to sit and contemplate life,” there was laughter in the voice.

You turned to face a cute boy with honey coloured hair and dimples in his cheeks, “I mean, I can go if you want me to?” you laughed.

“Nah,” he grinned as he sat down, “I don’t mind sharing.”

“How kind of you,” you teased.

“I’m Drew,” he offered you his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled as you shook his hand.

“So cheerleading try outs?” he nodded at your outfit.

“Nothing escapes you, does it Drew?” you giggled and he smirked in response, “what about you though? Did you come here to watch the cheerleading try outs?” it would be just your luck to strike up a conversation with a guy who was a perve.

“No, I’m waiting for the Hufflepuff try outs to start,” he gestured across to the other side of the pitch where the Quidditch captain was setting up.

You felt a flush blossom on your cheeks, you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, “oh, that was tactless. I’m sorry.”

He laughed, a deep rich warm sound as he ran a hand through his curls, “it’s okay. How come you’re watching from the side-lines anyway?”

“I’m kinda shy.”

“You seem to be doing just fine with me,” he nudged his shoulder against yours.

“Well, I’ve never seen you speak to my brother, so you’ve got nothing to compare me to,” you laughed, “my best friend wanted me to participate more in school activities this year because I never really have.”

Drew nodded understandingly, “yeah same, I love Quidditch but I’ve never played it competitively.”

“What position are you going for?” you asked.

“Seeker.”

“Wow!” you laughed, “never played Quidditch competitively but you’re jumping in the deep end.”

He laughed, “hey, I’ll play Quidditch if you become a cheerleader.”

Before you could reply, Sirius came to speak to you in the stands, “are you coming to dinner? Lily is gonna come when she’s finished,” his voice was tight as he looked between you and Drew.

You shook your head, “I’ll come up later.”

“Right,” he mumbled, “I’ll take a plate to the common room for you.”

When it was Drew’s turn to try out for the team, your stomach rumbled. Loudly. Drew looked at you with a laugh.

“Go and get some food.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “to be honest, I’d rather you not watch me fall from my broom.”

You laughed, “let me know how it goes.”

When you got back to the common room, Remus looked up at you as he handed you a plate of food, “where were you?”

You didn’t have to answer though as Sirius did it for you, “she was flirting with some damn Hufflepuff.”

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Taglist: @laurenzitaa @hisparentsgallerryy

[itsjaywalkers]

I’m here not only to hit you with a twin Black brothers au but also Slytherin Sirius because Slytherin Sirius is my dearest beloved. He’s just as arrogant and spiteful and intelligent but he’s also so cunning and has big ambitions for his role as heir. He wants the House of Black to remain powerful and wealthy (obviously) but he also intends to make it stand for everything his parents despise.

“Oh Morgan it’s because he’s passionate about muggleborn rights and equality, right?” WRONG HE’S INDIFFERENT TO POLITICS AT BEST! He is passionate about his twin brother though and he’s been scheming to ruin Walburga and Orion’s lives for constantly belittling and misgendering his brother. OBVIOUSLY Regulus is trans; they’re twins and Sirius has know Regulus was trans since forever. Their parents tried to force him to wear dresses and long hair but Sirius always gave Reggie his clothes and chopped his twin’s hair off himself.

And ofc Sirius and James have the most intense and absurd rivalry; in Gryffindor together they’re besties but in separate houses they’re constantly at each other’s throats. It only gets worse when James has the audacity to develop a crush on his twin brother!!! He’d probably be better at cockblocking if James’ very tall and very attractive werewolf friend would stop distracting. (Obvi they know Remus is a werewolf and obviously they end up becoming animagi because anything James Potter can do Sirius and Regulus can do better)

OOOOOOH I LOVE THIS AU VERY MUCH MORGAN <333 i'm a sirius is a gryffindor through and through BUT i do think that he has a lot of slythetin qualities and i think he resembles walburga A Lot in many things so.. i'm always very into stories that make him a slytherin and explore that other side of him.. see what could've been and how different he would've turned out to be..

AND IF HE'S IN SLYTHERIN OFC HE HAS A RIVALRY WITH JAMES GOING ON YOU GET MEEEE their friendship and soulmatism is very important to me but also i genuinely think that if the circumstances had been the slightest bit different . they could've ended up clashing, bc they're too similar sometimes, and stubborn and proud and arrogant in their own ways. so i truly believe that the possibility of them not getting along is very much there (an unpopular opinion i'm aware)

and sirius and reg beiing twins HELL YEAH the crack and the angst material is off the roof.. especially if james is in the equation.. AND REMUS HELPING OUT HIS BESTIE JAMES BUT ALSO GETTING SOMETHING OUT OF IT HIMSELF !!! WHAT HE DESERVES !!!

[maddithefangirl]

hp fic recs bc that’s all i reblog rn

* = smut

♡  = personal favorites

None of these are written by me! 

✽ Harry Potter Lightening Era ✽

  Harry Potter 

If I Could Tell Her by weasleyclaw

Sketchbook by probably-peeves

Oh, They Win for Sure by unnecessarywriting (Christmas)

Just friends? by boxofsteampunkplaces

Scars by gobletofweasleys

  Ron Weasley

Finding A Light by gryffindors-weasley (Five Parts)

Hidden Confessions by gryffindors-weasley

Adore You by vogueweasley

focus on me by choke-me-pansy *

The Queens Gambit by mariamermaid

Just a Touch of Love by thisismynerdyself

Apple pie by pregnant-piggy

Whiskey Dick by pinkchubbiebunnie *

  Neville Longbottom

Half-Blood by effervescent-dishsoap

Not you too... by sapphirelass (Sister!Reader)

Never Knew by drxcoswand

comfort crowd by writingsomewrongs

Christmas with Neville by tinymoony

Tangled Roots by derrysdenbrough

arrangements by 15-dogs  ♡

Reading by daftwriter

“amortenia” by gotmadison

breaking point. by feetoffthetablee

  Fred Weasley

We Have A Pool?! by cryingoverafictionalcharacter *

submerse myself in brie by writesowhatnext

after all this time. by fredsghost

Pride and Prejudice by peepeepotter *

Falling by unwritten-ravenclaw

48 Hours by toripotterr (Two Parts) (Fred x Reader x George) *

The Anniversary Dinner by loony-loopy-lupinn

Sweet Revenge by nextdoor-neighbors

The Gift of a Weasley Sweater is a Powerful Thing by the-unmanaged-mischief

It’s A Date by durmstrange

Inspiration by shadowsinger11

peer review by wand3ring0s3 (College au) *

what could’ve been by vnderoos

The Duff by jamilelucato

Summer Lovin’ by theweasleyslut *

Veritaserum by turning-dreams-into-chaos

Special to Me by lumosandnoxwriting *

Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks by potter-imagines

salvation in the burrow by weapingweasley * 

Photoshoot Fantasies by lumosandnoxwriting *

‘Nonsense’ by siriuslydisturbed

Special To Me: Fred Weasley by sreidswhore

Detention by coruscatingdiamond *

  All the Weasley Brothers

Plaything by theweasleyslut * 

✽ Harry Potter Marauders Era ✽

  Sirius Black

The Last Time by inkinflux

“For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?” by hello-everyfandom (This is a heart shattering angst trilogy)

A glass too much... by pregnant-piggy

Just A Natural Fact by iloveiloveiwrite   ♡

The Worst Wingman by the weasleysredhair

Truth Under Moonlight by approved-by-dentists (2 parts)

We’re Not Friends by wizardwritings

Countless Nights by thewinchestergirl1208 (Post Azkaban)

Found Out by fandom-puff

My Godson Our Godson by nebulablakemurphy (Post Azkaban) *

Wear Them With Pride by fandom-puff (Post Azkaban)

You’re not going home by pregnant-piggy

Wrong Door by sleep-i-ness  ♡

A little Bit of Amortentia by shelby-love

F.R.I.E.N.D.S by mariamermaid

jealousy is a two way street by weasleypouges

The Heiress of Slytherin by cassiopeiaemiliagaunt

Inked by jamcspotters (College au)

Broken mirror by tallyovie-writes

Double Penetration by pinkandblueblurbs * (Sirius x Reader x Remus)

Flirt by lxve-hermione (Post Azkaban)

Worse Than Nicotine by wizardwritings

Fate Line by inkinflux *

“Mischief Managed” by lockhart-imagines

  Remus Lupin

Three Souls, Two Lovers by etheraella (James x Reader x Remus)

Remus Lupin x Reader by beekindacool

Veritaserum by padwolf  ♡

Escape by accio-moony *

Limits by ivorydragoness44

The Confidence Booster by girl-writer7

Double Penetration by pinkandblueblurbs * (Sirius x Reader x Remus)

Werewolf? by idontknowwhatthisisfam

Love Potion by turning-dreams-into-chaos

Seer by the-ravenclawprincess

Closure by msoogabooga

  James Potter

Certainty by prongsies

Three Souls, Two Lovers by etheraella (James x Reader x Remus)

The Worst Soulmark by iwritesiriusly

Hard or Slow? by acciofanfics

Doll by pregnant-piggy

Summer revelations by pregnant-piggy

Fade to Dust by gcdric (Sister!Reader)  ♡

“I’m doing this for you!” by hello-everyfandom (Sister!Reader)

What’s Happening To Me by harrytpotter

Falling For You by theweasleysredhair

[plant-flwrs]

(2/2) Everyone treats her badly and there is angst because she hates that people can't see her as more than a Malfoy and assume she's like Draco because they’re so close. And then kind of go with that? The background is kinda detailed 😂 sorry. I just had this idea stuck in my head and well I suck at writing and you write Draco as a brother amazingly.

similar shadows // george weasley

entire request:  (1/2) okay I'm finally here sending the ask. So can I have a reader x George (idk who else to ask for). So the reader is Draco's twin but in Ravenclaw. Her and Draco are really close and Draco is very protective over her but not overbearing. She's shy, book nerdy and socially awkward so she tends to stay with Draco; Draco understands her (cue sweet brother). (2/2) Everyone treats her badly and there is angst because she hates that people can't see her as more than a Malfoy and assume she's like Draco because they’re so close. And then kind of go with that? The background is kinda detailed 😂 sorry. I just had this idea stuck in my head and well I suck at writing and you write Draco as a brother amazingly.

masterlist!

a/n: ugh i love writing draco as a brother even if his characterization is completely inaccurate for it, he just has such little brother energy to me (and a warning, i took a lot of creative liberties for draco’s personality in this, i couldn’t resist it. it just made the brother/sister dynamic sm better in my opinion). also included flirty!george in this just bc i love it. i hope u like this, tysm for the request!!

summary: Living in the Malfoy shadow conditioned you to behave a certain way, avoid certain things. But, once your able to use the Quidditch pitch to finally prove you are something different than your last name, everything seems to fall into place. You even catch a certain Weasley’s eye.

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The air in Malfoy Manor was always thick; thick with unsaid words, hateful tension, and awful regrets. It was a blessing for you to leave and go to Hogwarts every year.

The train ride was something you looked forwards to. Curled up in the window seat, because Draco always let you have the window seat, with whatever book you were reading at the moment. You tuned out Draco’s usual complaining to Pansy and Blaise, indulging yourself in the novel perched on your lap.

The trip never lasted long enough, though, and soon you were shuffled into Hogwarts. Draco gave your shoulder one last bump and a weak smile before you went to sit at the Ravenclaw table. You tilted your head back, gazing up at the ceiling with wonder in your eyes. The Ravenclaw table was filling up, and you managed a seat closest to the professors’ table. Your eyes scanned the Slytherin table until they found the familiar head of platinum hair you were looking for. Even if he wasn’t with you, just seeing Draco made you feel a little safer.

Dinner went quickly with your head shoved in a book, and soon you were excused to your common rooms. Draco slid away from the mass of green ties, walking with you to your common room. The two of you walked slowly, falling from the crowd to stroll by yourselves.

“I heard that the Ravenclaw Quidditch team needs a new seeker this year,” Draco started, shoving his hands in his pants pockets, “maybe you should try out.”

“I don’t know,” you clutched your book closer to your chest, “Quidditch was always your thing.”

“You’re a great flyer, Y/n,” Draco glanced at your hesitant expression, “look, it can’t hurt to try out.”

“Maybe,” you offered him, enjoying the way he smiled proudly once you gave in.

He wrapped a brotherly arm around your shoulders, marching you up the endless amount of stairs to the Ravenclaw common room. 

The next day of lessons came far too soon, and your timetable clutched in your shaky hands was giving you a headache. You looked up, seeing a familiar room number, but upon looking back at your timetable, you realized you were on the completely wrong side of the castle.

You turned on your heal, starting down a new corridor. Glancing at your watch, you saw you were already late for lessons. While your eyes were off the hallway in front of you, you hit the hard chest of someone coming your way.

“In a hurry, Malfoy?” the voice said as you both stumbled back.

George Weasley stood in front of you, a playful and happy expression on his handsome features. You knew he was only joking when he called you ‘Malfoy’, but you really did hate it. People called Draco that, and you didn’t often like to be associated with the reputation your father had curated with the last name.

“You two!” someone called from the end of the hallway.

George groaned, looking over your shoulder, “Great.”

“Detention, tonight, my office,” Filch told the two of you, pointing a finger in your faces.

You pulled back, eyeing his finger suspiciously. You didn’t realize you were doing it, but as George looked at you he noticed you were doing the signature Malfoy sneer.

“Thanks,” George said sarcastically, bumping your shoulder as he passed you.

You took a deep breath, starting off to find your class again.

“How were your classes?” Draco slumped next to you on the bench, pulling out a piece of what you thought might be pumpkin bread.

He tore off a chunk, eating it slowly. He held a piece out to you and you accepted it gratefully.

“Awful,” you said simply, putting your head to rest against your hand, “I couldn’t find half of them.”

“You should have told me, I could have helped,” Draco said, looking a little annoyed at you.

“You had your own classes to worry about,” you defended, taking another piece of pumpkin bread from him.

Draco rolled his eyes, looking around the courtyard until his eyes fell on Harry Potter sitting with a few other Gryffindors.

“Given any other thought about Quidditch? Tryouts are next week,” he mentioned, tearing his eyes away from Harry.

“I don’t know, depends on how hard my classes are,” you made up an excuse.

“Your classes are never hard for you,” Draco teased, giving you the rest of the bread, “and besides, I think you have a real chance of being a better seeker than Potter.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain the surprised laughter that bubbled from your chest.

“Yeah right!”

Draco scoffed, joining in your infectious laughter. You finished off the bread in your hand and reluctantly went to serve your detention with Filch.

You had never had detention before, so nerves racked your body. You looked around anxiously, twisting your hands behind your back.

“Malfoy,” George called to you from the end of the hallway.

You turned around to look at him, and waited while he jogged to catch up with you.

“You’re actually going to the detention? Figured you would have thrown a fit to Dumbledore to get out of it,” he said rudely, giving you a critical glance.

You ignored him, biting your tongue. You walked a few paces ahead of him, also ignoring his scoff.

You opened the door to Filch’s office, not bothering to wait for George. You sat on one of the old chairs in front of the desk, waiting for Filch’s sneer to turn into words.

“You two are going to polish the frames on all the portraits in this corridor,” he growled, placing two toothbrushes and one rag on his desk.

“All of them?” George repeated, sounding bothered.

“All of ‘em,” Filch said, his mouth turning up in a smile at the sight of misery.

You took a toothbrush and the rag, standing from your seat. You wordlessly walked out into the hallway and went all the way to one end. You kneeled, getting to work on a low hanging portrait. The portrait was a family sitting at a dining room table, mounds of food piled in front of them. There was a mother bouncing a baby on her knee, lifting food into it’s mouth. A young boy sat across from her, shoveling mashed potatoes into his small mouth. The father at the head of the table watched them both happily, cutting the large chicken at the center of the table. They all stopped what they were doing at the sight of you crouched in front of them, but once they saw you begin to clean, their cautious looks were replaced with thankful ones.

You watched the family, smiling faintly as they began eating again.

George had went to the opposite side of the hallway, and you began moving towards each other as the sun dwindled from the sky and candles dimly illuminated the hall. Soon, you were a few feet apart, both scrubbing with heavy hands. You moved onto the next portrait, craning your neck to look at it’s place much higher than you could reach.

You stood on the tips of your toes, extending your arm as far as it would go. You couldn’t even reach the bottom of the frame. Suddenly, George’s taller frame was hovering next to you, watching with an entertained smirk as you balanced on your toes. 

“Need some help?” he drawled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

You fell to stand flat on your feet, nodding your head shyly. He chuckled, moving past you and effortlessly cleaning the frame.

You watched him for a moment, noticing the rise in his shirt that exposed the beginnings of his toned stomach. You watched the way his biceps flexed under his sleeves as his hand moved back and forth against the portrait. Your eyes drifted back to the wall, sitting with your legs crossed to clean a portrait closer to the floor.

“You don’t talk as much as Draco does,” George said suddenly, looking down at you from his position above you.

You didn’t respond, only giving him a quizzical expression.

“Every time I see him he’s ranting or complaining about something or other,” George continued, playfully smiling.

“Complaining is one of his hobbies,” you teased, smiling at the sound of George’s chuckle.

“So you’re his twin?” he asked, dropping his hand from the portrait and leaning against the wall again to look at you.

“Yeah,” you said, still focused on the portrait.

“You guys don’t seem too similar,” he said, furrowing his brows.

“Well, are you and Fred too similar?” you quipped, and he chuckled again.

“ ‘Spose we aren’t,” he said, turning back to the portrait, “good thing really. Gives me the opportunity to be the better one of us.”

You giggled at George’s joke, and stood from your spot on the floor.

He handed you the rag and you gave one last swipe to the portrait you just scrubbed. You placed your hands on your hips, looking down the hallway and admiring your work.

“Guess that’s it,” George said, twisting his brush in his fingers.

“Guess it is,” you said sheepishly.

You turned to walk back to Filch’s office, George trailing behind you.

Something about that little interaction made your spirits higher for an entire week. You didn’t know why, but the idea of making George Weasley laugh gave you some confidence that you lacked before. Your entire life at Hogwarts, people assumed you were like Draco. You fell in Draco’s shadow and people associated you with him and his mean tendencies. When you spoke with George, you knew he could relate to you. You knew he fell in Fred’s shadow some times, everyone knew that. Fred was the louder one, the one who usually had a girlfriend cheering for him at his Quidditch matches. George was quieter and thoughtful. You felt drawn to George.

You riding the coattails of that minor interaction with George was the only thing willing your legs to move towards the Quidditch pitch. Well, that and Draco’s firm grip on your shoulders making sure you didn’t turn and run away.

Draco had written to your mother after his first mention of Quidditch to you, and she sent you everything you needed with no hesitation. You gripped your new Firebolt in your shaky hands and tugged at the heavy pads wrapped around your forearms. Once you stood in front of the Ravenclaw team captain, you bent over slightly to adjust your knee pads. Draco’s hands left your shoulders.

“Good luck, you’re gonna do great.” he mumbled into your ear, glancing around to make sure no one else heard his kind words. He flashed you a thumbs up as he walked to the elevated grass near the goal posts, sitting down to watch.

You pulled your gloves on tighter, afraid they would fall off and affect your playing. You gulped as the captains eyes scanned you critically.

“Malfoy?” he asked, not hiding the surprise in his voice.

“Yes?” you squeaked, gripping your broom tighter.

“Oh,” he said, a pleasantly surprised look on his face, “nothing, just didn’t expect to see you here.”

You faked a smile at him, biting your tongue. You were already here, why not try to make a good impression?

You followed all the directions. The drills they had you do were nothing compared to what Draco and you used to do in the garden during the summer. You easily flew laps around everyone else, a combination of your impressive broom, and your skills alone.

The captain had reservations about you, eyeing Draco suspiciously as he cheered for you from the ground. However, after your third successful time catching the snitch, he didn’t care much about your last name. 

He told you that you made the team a few days later, telling you when to show up for practice, and when the next game was. It was Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, and your captain sounded quite confident about it. So did Draco.

“You’re going to kill them!” he said enthusiastically, not hiding any of his excitement as you two walked alone along bank of the Black Lake.

You giggled at his enthusiasm, unable to stop the confidence bubbling in your chest at the thought of you catching the snitch during your first Quidditch match.

“Well, it is Hufflepuff,” you joked, shoving his shoulder with yours, “I doubt they’ll put up too much of a fight.”

Draco made an ‘ooo’ noise, his shoulders jostling with laughter.

“Trash talking already? Before your first match?”

You smiled sheepishly, not often getting to talk this freely with anyone. You enjoyed your private talks with Draco. He didn’t have to put on a hard façade, and you didn’t have to put on a painfully nice one. You were both free to be yourselves, and you hoped one day you would have someone, who wasn’t your brother, to be yourself around.

You had gone over the plays tirelessly with your captain. You didn’t eat for three days, too nervous to find food appealing. You had to force down some eggs and toast before your match, just so you wouldn’t pass out. 

You pulled at your gloves uncomfortably, fidgeting with every detail on your perfect broom just to make sure it was all in order. You stepped onto the field, hearing the roaring crowd. Everyone in the school was there; it was the first match of the year. 

You felt your eggs and toast fighting their way up your throat, but you swallowed hard, willing them to stay put. Your chin shook with the intensity in which you clenched your jaw, eyes darting everywhere at once.

“You’ve got this,” your captain slapped you on the back, jolting you forward a bit. You stumbled, using your broom as support to catch yourself from falling on your face.

Once on the field, you hovered easily face to face with the Hufflepuff seeker. Your entire body was shaking with nerves, and just before the whistle was blown, you heard the entire Slytherin and Ravenclaw student section joined in chanting your name. Your first name.

You smiled widely, enjoying the change. You were being recognized for more than your last name, for more than your family crest. You weren’t the girl who bore a striking resemblance to the meanest boy in your grade, you were more than the Malfoy’s blonde hair and grey eyes. You were you. You were Y/n.

The game was over faster than it started. The chasers in blue had only scored four goals on the Hufflepuff's before you caught the snitch, diving down to the ground with your hands wrapped tightly around the little golden orb.

Lee Jordan screamed from his spot on the teacher’s balcony, and you thought it would have made the ears bleed of anyone within 100 feet of him. Your team huddled around you, lifting you from your feet and throwing you into the air. You never let go of the snitch, keeping it clutched in your hand until you spotted Draco strolling over to you on the field. You tapped the shoulder of your captain, and he told everyone to put you down. People jostled your shoulders, clasping your back and sending varied praises your way. You nearly felt like crying, you were so happy.

You ran to Draco, tossing your broom cautiously on the ground. You jumped into his chest, his unsuspecting hands still tucked into his pants pockets. He made a disgruntled noise, stumbling back as you wrapped your sweaty arms around his neck.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, your face a flushed pink.

“I know!” he screamed back, smiling at your enthusiasm. 

“Let me see it,” he said, putting you on your feet and picking up your hand with his.

You let his palm hold yours, opening your fingers slowly. The snitch stayed put, resting still in your gloved hand. Draco’s mouth cracked into a smile, his pale face illuminating with happiness and pride. He was proud of his sister.

“I knew you would do it,” he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders again and bringing you into a suffocating hug.

You trekked up the hill to the castle, blue surrounding you in a huddle. The only thing out of place was Draco’s all black suit he wore, but it didn’t matter. You walked side by side, and no one questioned his presence, because you just caught the snitch.

“Nice game,” you heard a voice from behind you, falling into step with you.

You looked to your left, seeing the tall frame of George Weasley. He wore a knit beanie over his ginger hair, and a sweater with his initial on it. You beamed at him, your cheeks still flushed from the excitement.

“Thanks,” you said, not taking your eyes off of him until he looked away, laughing.

“Who knew you had it in ya?” he joked, bumping his shoulder into yours.

“I did,” Draco mumbled from your other side. You turned to him, sending him a warning glance, and then looked back at George.

“Well, the Hufflepuff's certainly didn’t,” you said, referencing the way their seeker had barely even glanced at you when the game was starting.

George laughed again, and you felt your knees go a little weak. Who’s wouldn’t at the sight of an older and handsome boy laughing at a joke you made?

“Not looking forward when we have to go against Ravenclaw in a few weeks,” George said, an impressed and admiring look on his face, “you’ll definitely give Harry a run for his money.”

Draco snorted from beside you, and you sent a sharp elbow to his side. He groaned, moving a hand to nurse the spot. You kept your dazed eyes locked on Georges. George’s eyes flickered to a semi-hunched over Draco, his smile widening. 

“I’ll talk to you later,” he said, smirking at you. 

You watched his long legs carry him away, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Don’t tell me you fancy a Wea-” Draco started, but you winded your elbow up as a warning and he stopped suddenly.

“Shut up,” you said, still watching the way George moved through the crowd as if he was untouchable.

It was in that moment that you felt normal. You didn’t feel ostracized or different. You felt like a normal teenager with a normal annoying brother, playing a normal sport, and having a normal schoolgirl crush. Your smile felt like it would never leave you that night.

And it didn’t, it only managed to grow larger. You felt two large hands clasp around your shoulders at breakfast. You were stuffing your face, finally finding food appealing again, and with cheeks filled with food you turned and locked eyes with the always handsome George Weasley.

You stopped chewing, food sitting docile in your mouth. Your eyes widened, and you brought a hurried hand to cover your mouth as you began to chew again, ducking your head slightly as George looked at you, amused.

“Just wanted to check and see how the post-win glory was treating you,” he said, straddling the bench next to you.

You swallowed hurriedly, taking a sip of water from your goblet to wash down the food. You smiled nervously at him.

“Well, I don’t feel too different,” you said, grinning.

He laughed, resting an elbow on the table and pushing his hair back slightly with his large hand. You gulped as you watched his biceps flex at the movement, admiring his strong jaw as his head turned into his hand.

“Really?” he teased, a crooked grin on his lips as he shamelessly looked you up and down.

“I got my appetite back,” you said, buttering up your third piece of toast and putting it on your plate, “couldn’t eat for days before the match.”

“Harry gets like that,’ George said casually, “Fred and Ron eat more than ever before a match.”

You giggled, and George smiled at the sight.

“What about you?” you asked him, meeting his brown eyes with your grey ones.

George seemed taken aback, like no one often asked about him.

“Oh,” he said, smiling shyly at you, “I don’t know. I guess I eat less before matches.”

You nodded your head, and George cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Alright,” he began to stand, looking down at you, “just wanted to check in on ya.”

“Thanks,” you said, blushing wildly as he sauntered back over to the Gryffindor table.

Practice only got harder and longer, and soon, you barely had any time to sleep. You managed to get most of your homework done in class, but you still had some extra assignments creeping up on you. You spent most of your nights on the pitch, and the evenings grew colder. Every night, though, you could glance to the green student section and see Draco huddled in some type of fur, watching you practice. He often brought his own homework up there with him, using it to pass the time when you weren’t doing anything particularly impressive.

Draco met you on the pitch as the moon illuminated the grass around you. You drank some water, sweating under your thick robes.

The two of you walked back to the castle, and Draco slid you a roll of parchment from his bag.

“What’s this?” you asked, unrolling the paper.

“It’s your potions essay,” he said, “I knew you’d forget to do it, so I took care of it for you.”

“Thank you,” you sighed out, feeling tremendously relieved at the thought of one less assignment to to, “I feel exhausted.”

“You look it,” Draco mumbled, and you hit his arm with the tightly rolled parchment. 

You made it into the castle, the halls squeaking with the sound of your teammates walking to the Ravenclaw dorm. Draco followed you, the two of you breaking off from your team. He carried your parchment for you as you untied all the pads and equipment hugging your body.

“Both the Malfoy’s in one place? To what do I owe this pleasure?” you turned, seeing George Weasley slipping from behind a tapestry hanging on the wall.

“Where did you come from? Is there something behi-” Draco lifted the tapestry carefully, and while he moved, George replaced his spot next to you.

Draco felt the hard wall behind the tapestry and you watched him with a smirk on your face as his hands continued to inspect where George had managed to come from.

“Hello,” he said, bumping his shoulder into yours with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hi,” you said shyly, painfully aware of your wind-thrown hair and sweating face.

“What are you two up to?”

“He’s just walking me back to my dorm,” you said, still fiddling with one part of the pad on your arm that always gave you trouble.

“Well, I’m sure he needs his beauty sleep. Think I could manage getting you back safely?” George purred from beside you, speaking so Draco couldn’t hear him as you watched your brother hit his knuckles on the hard stone wall.

“Could you? Pretty big shoes to fill,” you joked, pointing at Draco’s fancy dress shoes that were obviously smaller than George’s.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead in those shoes,” George joked back, and at the sound of your loud giggle, Draco stopped looking at the wall.

“What’s so funny?” he snarled, sending a foe intimidating look at George.

“Draco,” you said sternly and warningly, “George is going to walk me to my dorm, you can go and get some rest.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at you, weighing his options. He could give up easily and leave you to a presumably awkward walk alone with George, or he could embarrass you a little. He chose the latter.

“Alone? Are you mental-”

“I swear to god Draco,” you cut him off, the sheer tone of your voice making his eyes widen a little in fear.

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly, adjusting the tight sleeves of his dress shirt.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” he cast a glance at George, looking stern, “In one piece?”

George was smiling like a fool, suppressing a giggle at the interaction. Draco shoved your parchment into your chest, and you held onto it as he stalked off.

“Thank you, Draco! Love you!” you called after him in a sing-song and sisterly voice.

He waved his hand, back still towards you, and you and George laughed.

You two started walking again, falling easily into step with each other, You struggled holding your parchment without crushing it as you still worked on that one part of your arm padding.

“Do you need some help?” George asked from beside you, offering his hand out.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, handing him the parchment as the two of you began up the stairs.

He watched you for a moment, your delicate fingers struggling to untie a complicated knot.

“Here,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder to cease your walking. 

You stopped, and he took a step down so he was on a lower level of the stairs. You were eye level, and his brown eyes bore into yours as he waited for you to hold your hand out. You did, and he crouched to place the scroll on the step next to him. He returned to your height, his strong fingers going to your arm.

He held your hand for a moment, pulling it to the side as he looked at the knot. His hand slid down your wrist, over the padding, and to the knot near your elbow. You kept your eyes on his hands, afraid that if you looked at his face you might explode.

“Thanks,” you whispered, feeling like your lips would crack and fall off if you said anything more.

“Of course, darling,” he whispered back, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You felt your legs tremble, your entire body seemed to have fireworks shooting through its veins. You did everything in your power not to throw your head back and start giggling manically.

Soon, the padding was looser on your arm, and George held it as it fell off. He gave it to you, placing it gently in your outstretched hand. You took it, holding it by some of the string at the top. He turned you by your shoulders so you stood directly facing him. You felt your throat close a little.

He was bending his knees suddenly, crouching at your feet. His face was by your hips, and you felt your face burn red at the close proximity. You felt his long fingers working on the knee pads you still had on. One of his warm hands lay flat against your shin for support, as the other pulled easily at the string holding your kneepad on. Your fingers tightened around the arm pads you were holding, and once again you were willing yourself not to let out some sort of desperate giggle.

He rose, meeting your eyes.

“All better,” he mumbled, his voice deep.

He held your knee pads for you with one hand, and the other held onto your parchment. You both stood for a moment on the stairs like that, face to face at the same height. If you took a slightly deeper breath, your chest would have expanded and brushed against George’s. You took shallow breaths.

“Let’s go,” he said, but made no effort to move. He sounded entranced and dazed, and you caught his eyes flicker to your lips. You licked them nervously, not realizing what you were doing until George’s eyes followed your tongue gliding against your mouth. You saw his adam’s apple bob in his throat, and your eyes widened a little. 

You turned suddenly, going to take another step up the stairs. George’s strong hand wrapped around your wrist, steadying you as you stumbled back to the lower step. You nearly fell, but his strong chest was there to catch you. You were pulled against him and his arm wrapped around your lower waist. He looked at you for a second, and then pulled you down another step so you were on the same one as him. He bent his neck down, and you tilted your head up, your lips meeting in the middle.

One of his hands moved to wrap around the back of your neck, willing your face closer to his as if there was any space between you two. You heard the clatter of you knee pads as he set them aside a few feet away, and you dropped the arm pads you were holding. Your hands slid to rest on his chest, feeling the soft material of his sweater beneath your cold fingers. You pressed a little against him, his toned chest not that far from your touch. He smirked as you ran your nails down from his collar bones to dangerously close to the top of his belt. You pulled away, resting your forehead on his. You both breathed deeply, lips parted.

“Draco’s gonna kill me,” you whispered with a small smile.

“You’re thinking about your brother right now?” George joked back, tucking a piece of your blonde hair behind your ear.

“Should I be thinking about your brother?”

George pulled away from you completely, his hearty laugh filling the small staircase you were in. You laughed too, picking up your padding.

George held the padding and your parchment in one hand, and you held both of your arm pads in one hand. He slipped his hand into yours, and the two of you walked up the stairs.

As you went, neither of you felt like you were in the shadow. George was his own person apart from Fred, with his own interests and his own jokes. You weren’t the brooding Malfoy, you were the girl who laughed and kissed boys in stairwells. 

[seelestia]

i will feed you all the ayato brainrots and you can’t stop me, this is your fate when you signed the contract to be my adopted cousin /hj

hehehe that does sound like ayalia alright!! and mwahaha i know you love your nobleman!au >:D

THE CRACK ROUTE OF YOU HEABUTTING AYATO LMAO I ADORE THAT SO MUCH and tbh i can't blame you i mean if zhongli does that with that voice of his i would break his nose with my hard skull and get a concussion myself-

his fangirls would be so jealous because it’s so apparent that he favors you. he sees you walking down the hallways and he’ll drop everything to suavely slide onto your path, ask you about your day and offers to help you carry your books to your destination. oh, you’re with a friend? he’ll introduce himself politely (as if there’s anyone in the school who doesn’t know of him) and starts assessing the situation - a potential foe? an ally that can be trusted? a neutral party he could use to his advantage? hmmmm.

when he discovers that one of the professors is your cousin, he probably tries to get brownie points from said teacher just so she can tell you how helpful and reliable he is lmao

ayato… he’s a slytherin in my book. he may not have grand ambitions but i feel like he wouldn’t exactly be opposed to use…. slightly underhanded means / something that defies rules, to secure what he wants? lol i’ve always thought of him as a cunning man… i agree that he’s definitely not a gryffindor tho! and heizou as gryffindor sounds fitting now that you said it!!

zhongli is…. uhmmm. ravenclaw vibes just bc i can see him pursuing knowledge above all things, and the other houses just doesn't seem to fit him. there might be a slight slytherin there, maybe on his younger days? xiao is a total hufflepuff methinks!! kazuha… i’m torn between gryffindor and hufflepuff. and al haitham = ravenclaw, but then again i have yet to finish the archon quest so i’m probably wrong-

I MEAN WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING ME TO SAY YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER /J the darn beatdrop and the erhu and guzheng(?) are just. top tier 💯✨❤️ and yes orchestral music is just so. hngggg. i wish i can go to a live orchestra properly one day!!!

it is… i’m down bad…. he’s so. sljfklsjdflksd. i’m always weak for deep/calm sounding voices ;;;; dps zhongli is… okay (his meteor hits 31k last i checked but i have yet to assemble all the artifacts, i heard from my brother a full dps zhongli's meteor can hit like 80k??) xiao still does more dmg with his ult in total since he can plunge several times. i can never tire of zhongli’s eb cutscene & voicelines tho hehehe

soft men on his wedding day is just <3 all the stress in planning it out was worth it, ayato thinks as he sees you in your wedding dress... for that moment he's convinced he's the happiest man in the whole world <3 <3 i still can't decide if i want to see zhongli in a full decked suit or traditional chinese wedding outfit.....

LOL we’ll see. i mean i’m not in the mood for angst 24/7, who knows, you might get a fluffy request~

YES AND SEEING THEM BREAK DOWN BC THE LOVE OF THEIR LIFE (ME) SUFFERS? EXQUISITE. INCREDIBLE. DELECTABLE. 👌🏻💘 i swear i’m sane

the shenanigans of zhongli and his shield lmao oh i keep forgetting about the azhdaha photoshoot gotta go do that soon too!!

if i have to persevere sm ayato brainrots until death in order to stay as your cousin, then so be it. *clenches fists* no because see??? we'd break their noses or give them a concussion on accident 😭 sorry, loves, it's just a fight or flight instinct, nothing personal. <//3 (/j)

ayato just lives to see the reaction on your face; the twists and turns of your eyebrows as they frown, the way your lips would hesitate to ask him "why?", how you'd avert your gaze from him. if studying you were a subject, he would excel with such flying colors professor raiden would've raised an astonished eyebrow at him. FJKEKDJFK. i am no longer here. head empty, prefect!ayato only 🚶

rin jie, i warn you, do not let ayato see you around zhongli 🏃 because i can already feel the amused chuckles he'd hide behind his hand so politely while he makes an example from the lovesickness (simpness and we are proud /j) on your face. he'd tap his chin and say, "hmm... i wonder if one day, you'll look at me that way too?" but dw, i will never let him slander you. how dare he do that to my cousin??? know your place, pretty boy. 🤨 (/j)

true true~ the way ayato goes about things sometimes really gives off major slytherin energy. but thank goodness he uses those tactics of his to bring justice to light or just to mess light-heartedly with the people he loves 😭 i also love how in yae miko's voicelines, she actually called him an unpredictable rascal — okay, so ayato is one of the few students professor yae finds annoying, noted. (/j)

adding alhaitham to the trio??? i see, it's a quartet now 👀 yes, i 100% agree with you on zhongli as a ravenclaw !! i think geo vision and dendro vision holders are the same in the aspect of being extremely loyal and dedicated to their passion — but dendro allogenes lean more towards knowledge and some can be morally grey at times??? which is why i get slytherin vibes from alhaitham, personally! i like how the both of us are just here sorting these silly men into hogwarts houses like they're chibi figurines fjekskek

YEPP, xiao is definitely a hufflepuff. beneath that tough exterior of his, it feels like he just has an inexplicable inkling of innocence on the inside <//3 and for kazuha, i'm leaning towards hufflepuff for him??? he is a pacifist and more mellow than a gryffindor 🤔

uuuuu, good luck assembling artifacts for dps zhongli, rin jie !! i think i'm just gonna keep him as a shield support because i fought azhdaha with him on the team yesterday and i've never beaten that giant rock frog so fast before 😭 his current HP is 39k rn and idk if that's enough? how much HP would you and your brother recommend for a new zhongli haver??? asking for advice from fellow zhongli mains fjkekwkdk

ZHONGLI IN A TRADITIONAL CHINESE WEDDING OUTFIT. we already know the man looks good in suits, so to see him in a traditional chinese wedding outfit??? now, that is smth new 👀 allow me to be your wedding photographer 📸

praying that your fluffy mood switch stays on 24/7 during the period where my requests are open in the future. (/j) speaking of, what are your fav fanfic tropes??? for both fluff and angst 👀 i say this while i hold my fav angst tropes; unrequited love and right person, wrong time close to me. they may be basic, but when the love interest chooses smth over the protagonist like another person they love or a passion they can't give up on <//3 just the fact that the love you're willing to give your all for being inferior to smth else in the love interest's eyes pains me 🚶

RIGHT, THE PHOTOSHOOT. i actually tried taking a pic of azhdaha while fighting him with zhongli until the game told me i can't take pictures inside domains... no selfie with zhongli's friend then <//3 so, i had to make do with my recent victim, gimel aka geo hypostasis that i had to farm for after zhongli came home without warning — here, have some pictures taken before destruction! >:)

(ahh, true family bonding time <3 and the the way i had to keep my distance taking these because i'm scared it's gonna activate on me HRKLOFO)

[harrysweasleys]

Fake Kisses

Synopsis: Weasley!Reader (same year as Ron but ten months younger) is dating Malfoy and her family is not on board. So, the twins take matters into their own hands and use polyjuice potion to transform into Draco and kiss Pansy. When reader sees, she breaks up with who she thinks is the real him. But the real Draco is very confused.

Warnings: Language, angst

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: I did my Pottermore quiz five years ago and got Slytherin and so for years now I’ve been telling people I was Slytherin. I just made a new account bc I forgot my old one and I’m now Gryffindor. my life has drastically changed. 

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Dating Draco Malfoy was hard. There was no beating around the bush, not for Y/N Weasley. She knew it’d be difficult, but she loved the platinum headed Slytherin prince, and she had for a lot longer than she’d care to admit, especially to her family.

Because they do not approve.

She had been dating Draco for about two weeks before finally telling Ginny, who she had hoped would be supportive and hold onto the secret, but she ended up turning around and telling all of their brothers, resulting in a good week of chaos. Ron didn't talk to her for about nearly ten days, and the twins gave Malfoy constant glares that were harsh enough to pierce glass.

They eventually came around to her after giving her the cold shoulder for what felt like weeks. She was their sister after all. But they still hated Malfoy and his entire family with fiery passion, and nothing was going to change that.

They had set ground rules — absolutely no forms of PDA while they were around to see, and no hanging out past curfew. Y/N found the rules ridiculous, she was her own person, and smart enough to make her own decisions, but she respected and loved her family enough to follow them.

“I’ll see you after Defense Against the Dark Arts, yeah?” Draco smiled at Y/N, his arm firm around her waist as the two made their way out of potions together.

“I don’t know why you’re skipping again,” Y/N smirked up at him, clutching her textbooks to her chest, “But yes, I’ll see you after class.”

Draco pressed a light kiss to her forehead and made his way through the crowded corridor, maneuvering his way around students until his blond hair was no longer visible. Y/N pushed her way through the chaos, trying her best to get to Defense class on time so she didn’t get any sort of detention or punishment from Umbridge herself.

She finally made it to class, only a minute to spare, and sat down next to a dark haired Ravenclaw girl who was chewing her gum with her mouth wide open. Y/N groaned to herself, hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with the ainfuriating sound all class.

Umbridge walked in, the clicking of her pink heels rendering the class silent as she made her way to the front, holding her wand in her evil little hands and smirking.

“Today we’ll be talking about our upcoming exams!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking out her quill and ready to take down notes.

-

Elsewhere in the castle, Fred and George were sitting in the Common Room, their other sister Ginny mindlessly levitating a feather as the two boys joked around and wrote down ideas for their upcoming joke shop.

“What if we made a chocolate bar that turned your burps into fire?” Fred asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

George nodded, “Oh, yeah, and we can call them… Bars of Fire.”

“That’s a stupid name.” Ginny dropped the feather, facing her siblings with her chin leaning in her hand. She wore an unimpressed expression, as if her mind was elsewhere.

“Bet you wouldn’t find it as stupid if we fed one to Malfoy.” George’s eyebrows wiggled as he looked between his two siblings. Fred’s eyes widened as a grin spread on his face, whereas Ginny just rolled her eyes.

“Drop it, just leave the two of them alone.” she stood up off of the chair, making her way up the stairs and into her room without another word. The twins looked at each other with the same confused expression, but brushed it off and went back to their plan. Ginny had been moody lately always now that she knew Harry and Cho were kind of a thing.

“No — seriously, what if we pranked Malfoy and made them break up?” George asked again, plotting the scenario in his head already.

“What kind of prank could we pull?” Fred asked, placing his fingers against his chin, “We should have her break up with him, because if it’s the other way around she might be really heartbroken and we don’t want that.”

George nodded, “You’re right. What if we made Y/N think Draco had done something completely awful?”

Fred’s head perked up, “Oh, so she’d be mad instead of sad. Very clever, Georgie.”

The two brothers tried to think of a way to get their sister to break up with her boyfriend without breaking her heart too much, but couldn’t come up with a solution.

“If only we could become Malfoy for like, ten minutes.” George pondered, tapping his finger against his nose.

“George, that’s it,” Fred stood up, arms in the air, “Polyjuice potion!”

-

As Y/N made her way out of Defense Against the Dark Arts, thanking the heavens that class ended early because she was about to snap at the gum-chewing girl next to her, she made her way to the courtyard where she knew Draco would be waiting for her.

She made her way through the crowd and landed in the opening, the sunlight hitting her skin and blinding her for a quick second before her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting.

She spotted the blond head sitting on a bench on the other side of the field and walked over, smiling at him from a distance. He noticed her and grinned, sliding over to one side of the bench so she could sit next to him.

“How was class?” he asked her, placing arm around around her and pulling her closer to him. She leaned into his touch, a smile ghosting on her lips.

“It was fine. I’ve got notes if ever you want to look over what we’ve done, mister I-Skip-Class-To-Tease-First-Years.” she poked his side, eyebrow raised.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “I deal with Umbridge enough to not want to go to class anymore. Besides, she loves Slytherin so I can do no wrong.” He puffed out his chest as if he were proud of his lack of care.

She pulled away, “Hm, is that so? Guess it’s unfortunate I’m just a lousy Gryffindor, huh?”

“It is unfortunate,” he smirked, “But it’s alright, I still like you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms playfully, “Like me? That’s it?”

He grinned, pulling her close once more, “Oh, you know I love you.” She felt a light kiss on her forehead, his arms wrapped around her as if to claim her as his. Students walked by, almost thrown off at Draco’s openly affectionate demeanour, he wasn’t exactly the most ‘caring’ person in the world towards others, but since him and Y/N started dating he had changed quite a bit. His bitter, rude remarks towards innocent students had started to go down (with the exception of teasing first year students who got lost, of course), and he even smiled around his friends. He had changed for the better because of her.

Y/N was about to turn around and place a kiss on his cheek, but a flash of red hair caught her eye. Fred and George were watching the two of them from behind a pillar. Once her eyes landed on them, they had scattered off as if they were just wandering aimlessly.

She squinted, watching them retreat down the hall and out of sight.

“What is it?” Draco asked her, turning his head to face the direction she was also facing.

“Oh — nothing,” she turned back to face him, her mind slightly distracted trying to figure out why her brothers might have been spying on her. She grinned up at him and opened her notebook, going over the things they had discussed in class that day, making sure to emphasize the importance of the exams they'd be having in three weeks’ time.

-

That night, after dinner, Y/N sat in the Common Room by the fire, her nose in a book and the crackling of the log being the only noise in the room. Most students had gone off to bed since tomorrow morning there was an early Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, but Y/N had no intention of going. She had plans to go walk the grounds with Draco.

Sure, Y/N liked Quidditch, but she took all the alone time with her boyfriend that she could get — it was hard getting privacy at Hogwarts.

She found herself dozing off slightly, but was quickly startled awake as Fred and George crept into the room high-fiving each other.

“What’s got you two so thrilled?” Y/N slammed her book shut. The two boys’ smiled dropped as they looked towards their younger sister, who they really hoped wasn’t awake.

“We, uh, pranked Umbridge.” Fred said through gritted teeth, elbowing George in the side to make sure he lied along with him.

“Yeah — puking pastilles.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning forwards, “Why’d you spy on me today?”

Fred was speechless, but lucky for him, George stepped up, “I saw Angelina. You know how Fred fancies her. She was with a guy and we wanted to make sure it was only platonic. We didn’t see you there.”

“Yeah,” Fred spoke up, “Angelina. And then we saw you — and you saw us. So we ran.”

Y/N shook her head, “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you run when I saw you if you weren’t even looking at me in the first place?” The book fell to the floor as she uncrossed her legs, but she didn’t lean over to pick it up, keeping her eyes on the mischievous boys in front of her, the fire making all of their hair appear as if it were glowing.

“Come on, little sister,” Fred plopped down on the couch, wrapping his arm around her, “Why do you think so lowly of us? We’re not always doing something evil.”

Y/N felt a pinch on her shoulder but brushed it off, squinting at her brothers, “Fine.”

The two brothers sighed in relief, bidding her a goodnight and rushing off to their rooms. Once they were out of sight, Fred turned to George with a wicked grin.

“I got the hair off her robes.”

-

The next morning, Y/N woke up to an empty dorm room. Everyone had already left for the Quidditch game, so she could take her time getting up. She got out of bed and changed into a baggy sweatshirt and some leggings, also putting on a pair warm socks and her shoes. She tied her red hair back into a ponytail and made her way down to the Great Hall. There weren’t a lot of people around apart from the Slytherin and Hufflepuff houses, so Y/N had free range for all the leftover food on the Gryffindor table. She made her way over, smiling over at Draco, who didn’t even look up when she had walked in.

She brushed it off, sitting down and grabbing a plate. She ate some quick breakfast, saying hi to the other Gryffindors who also skipped the game — only seeing Fred (who said he was staying behind to ‘brainstorm’ which Y/N thought was weird as they usually did that together), and walked over to the Slytherin table. Her eyes scanned all along the benches, but couldn’t spot her boyfriend anywhere. It’s not like he blended in, exactly. His hair was enough to make him stand out in a crowd of a thousand. He must have taken off already.

She looked over and noticed that none of Draco’s friends were there either.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and made her way out to the courtyard, their usual meet up spot, and searched for him there. He wasn't on their usual bench, nor was he on the bridge.

I wonder where he could be, she pondered in her head, entering the bright corridors of the castle, the morning sunlight illuminating every archway and column as if she was in the most magical place in the world. Which she kind of was, actually.

She made her way down to the dungeons, hoping that maybe they’d be lurking around in their Slytherin territory. She came down the long staircase, hearing quiet voices and quickening her pace.

In the dark, Crabbe and Goyle stood whispering and waving their hands in an exaggerated manner not five feet from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.

“Hey!” Y/N called out to them, waving her hand, “Have you two seen Draco?”

Goyle seemed nervous as he answered her, “Uh, no — I think he’s in the Common Room.”

Y/N’s smile dropped, wondering why he was in there when he told her he’d spend the morning with her, “Oh, can you tell him I’m here?”

“You — uh…” Crabbe stuttered before being knocked over the back of the head by Goyle. The two boys shared a strange look, piquing Y/N’s curiosity even more.

“What is it?”

Before any of them could answer, the Slytherin portal swung open and two people wearing green robes walked out, so Y/N took her chance and walked over, attempting to sneak in despite the fact that she had the Gryffindor logo on her sweater — a gift from her mother in third year.

She snuck past them, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle following after her, and stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on her boyfriend.

Not only her boyfriend, but his lips pressed up against those of pug-faced Pansy Parkinson.

Y/N’s heart dropped, bile rising in her throat as her eyes stayed glued on them. She felt frozen in her step, unable to move as her heart continued sinking further and further, along with her pride.

What the hell?

She could feel tears pricking at her eyes, but she was not going to let that show. Her anger was overcoming her sadness.

Coughing to alert him off her presence, she raised her hand, flipped him off, and stormed out of the Slytherin Common Room, shoving Crabbe and Goyle out of her way with decent force. As she quickened her pace out of the dungeons, she could feel the hot tears stinging her eyes and flowing down her hot cheeks.

She ducked her head down, ignoring the stares people were giving her as she continued rushing to the Gryffindor Common Room, the tears flowing nearly non-stop by now. She got to the Common Room painting, practically shouting the password, and rushed in, collapsing on the couch in a fit of shakes and tears.

‘How dare he? That selfish ass’ Y/N repeated to herself in her mind, her blood boiling. She was so certain he cared about her, that he loved her, but she just caught him cheating on her and acted like she was the one in the wrong.

She glared up at the ceiling, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her sweater, mad at herself for falling for his lies and deceit. Her family warned her over and over again that the Malfoys were dangerous, but did she listen?

No.

She fell for his charm, his smile, his striking eyes, and he pushed her aside like she was nothing. Just yesterday, the two were sitting out in the courtyard enjoying each other’s company — was he thinking of stupid Pansy? How long had the two of them been a… thing?

Y/N felt like puking out her breakfast at the thought of them doing more than just kissing.

“Merlin’s beard, who killed your spirit?” A cheerful voice broke her devastating silence. She wiped her tears quickly, hiding her face in a pillow.

“Go away, Ginny.” Y/N muttered, her voice probably not even sounding like words through the thick feathers of the pillow.

“It’s the Common Room, I’m allowed to be here,” Ginny sassed, shoving Y/N’s legs off of the couch and sitting in their place, “Now, spill.”

So, Y/N did. She told Ginny all about what she had just seen.

Ginny’s face was red in anger, “That foul little git. I knew he was no good but this proves it.”

Y/N felt herself wanting to defend him, but she knew she shouldn’t. He probably wouldn't if it were the other way around. Despite the bitterness in her chest, she still wanted to know why. Why wasn't she good enough? Why did he need someone else when she was right there? Did she deserve this?

“And then he said ‘NOT TODAY, RAVENCLAW’!” Ron’s howling voice burst through the portal, his cheeks painted red and yellow in honour of the match that had just happened. Y/N guessed by the fire of excitement in his eyes that Gryffindor had won.

“Blimey, Harry’s the best seeker!” Dean Thomas clapped his hands, almost knocking the giant lion head on his chest to the ground.

“What’s wrong?” Ron asked, sitting on the couch next to Y/N, immediately placing his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

“Malfoy.” Ginny sneered, “That rat kissed another girl.”

Ron’s eyes went dark, “He what?! Good for nothing Slytherin, he is.”

Y/N had had enough of her siblings trashing him, despite his horrible actions, and rose to her feet with her hands on her hips, “Listen up you two. I get it, you’re upset. So am I. But the two of you bitching about him isn’t going to make me feel any better. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to my room.”

Y/N stormed off to her room, noticing the silence in the room. She had shouted it much louder than intended, so now everyone knew that something was up. She brushed off the thought and approached her bed, grabbing the pillow and shoving her face in it, muffling her silent sobs.

She was lucky it was a Saturday because she sure as hell didn’t feel like going to class today.

-

That evening, after sulking in her room all day (but being comforted by Ginny and Hermione), Y/N worked up the courage to go down to the Great Hall for dinner. Not that she didn't want to be seen, but because she knew she’d see Draco. She wasn’t sure if he even saw her barging in this morning, so there was a chance he’d act like nothing was wrong.

On the way down, Ginny stuck by her side and cracked lame jokes, occasionally making a small smile appear on Y/N’s face.

The Great Hall was busy, chit chat becoming the only sound you could hear upon entering. Y/N avoided looking over at the Slytherin table and beelined for the patch of ginger hair, seating herself between Ginny and Harry.

“Congrats on the win, Harry.” Y/N smiled, wanting to talk about something other than her current situation. Harry shot her a smile, thanking her silently, before picking at the potatoes on his plate.

Y/N looked around, not noticing Fred or George anywhere, which was strange as any time food was involved they were very much present. She brushed it off, thinking nothing of it, and continued on putting food on her plate. She didn’t have much of an appetite, but knew that her health was much more important than how her heart was feeling.

She could hear Pansy’s shrill laugh over all the noise in the hall, probably laughing at one of Draco’s cute jokes.

No, no.

His stupid jokes. Stupid.

Dinner was uneventful, there wasn't a constant flow of conversation, but the distraction was what Y/N needed to get her shoulders to stop slouching and the tears to stop flowing. She made her way out of the hall later on with Ron and Harry, who were deep in conversation about the upcoming Herbology exam — Ron’s plan was to cheat off of Neville’s paper.

Right as she was about to step out and into freedom, she was cut off by the voice she didn’t want to hear.

“Hey, Y/N, why didn’t you show up to the courtyard this morning? I slept in a little later than expected but then I went down and you weren’t there.” Draco jogged over, intercepting her before she could leave. Y/N felt Ron tense up from beside her, but she placed her hand on his shoulder to let him know to keep his cool.

“I saw you with Pansy, you git.” she spoke through gritted teeth, not daring to look into his eyes because she knew he’d render her weak with his piercing stare.

“Me and Pansy? What did me and Pansy do? I barely even saw her today.” he crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Y/N, who was still avoiding his gaze.

“Just… leave me alone, Malfoy.”

Draco felt a twinge of hurt in his chest. She had only called him Malfoy when she was pissed off. He was called Malfoy by everyone else, and she was the only one who called him Draco — he loved it, it was her thing. Draco remained oblivious to what he had done, but the fire in her eyes was dangerous.

“No, Y/N —,” Draco tried to reach out and grab her arm, but she turned away and speed-walked down the corridor with Ron and Harry by her side, who both looked back and glared at him as they walked.

Draco shook his head, trying to figure out what he’d done. He made his way back to the Slytherin table, trying to think of what he had done with Pansy that could have pissed off his girlfriend so much. He sat down next to Crabbe and Goyle, who looked up sadly at him.

“What are you two looking at?” he snapped, crossing his arms on the table.

Goyle spoke up first, “Well — we’re, uh, sorry we weren't able to keep Y/N out of the Slytherin Common Room this morning.”

“Wait,” Draco waved his hand, “When was she in the common room?” he thought back to that morning when he woke up, rushed out of bed and waited in the courtyard for thirty minutes. He didn’t remember ever seeing her anywhere near the dungeons.

Crabbe’s face flushed, “U-Uh, when you… when you were… you know, with Pansy.” Crabbe avoided eye contact, staring at the cup in front of him.

Draco was even more confused, “When I was what with Pansy?”

As if she heard her name, Pansy herself came and sat next to Draco, slinging her arm around him as if claiming him as hers. Draco shuddered, pushing her away. He wouldn’t mind if it was Y/N, but Pansy’s obsession with him was weird enough, he didn't want physical contact with her.

“Draco, did you miss me? Haven’t seen you since this morning.” she whispered lowly, closer to his ear than he would have liked.

“I didn’t even see you this morning.” he waved his arms, “I don't get what’s happening. Is this a joke?”

Pansy chuckled, her obnoxious laugh sounding through the hall once more. Draco rolled his eyes, just wanting answers. None of this made sense, and now Y/N had stormed away from him.

“A prank? What do you mean? It didn’t feel like a prank, that was a good kiss.” Pansy grinned, twirling her hair as she thought back to this morning.

“A kiss?” Draco felt colour drain from his face, his hands immediately going cold, “Who kissed?”

“We did,” Pansy stated as if it were obvious, “In the common room. Merlin, if you can’t even remember, how many girls did you kiss today?”

Draco felt like throwing up, “But I didn’t kiss you, I didn’t kiss anyone.” He knew his face was showing complete disgust, but he didn’t care whether he insulted her or not. He did not kiss her.

“Not to step in,” Goyle spoke up, voice cracking, “You did tell us to stand guard of the Common Room incase Y/N showed up because you wanted to… have ‘alone’ time with Parkinson. And then she walked in and saw you two snogging on the couch.”

“I never said that, you bloody idiot,” Draco snapped, forcing his first down against the table, “I didn’t kiss her. Sorry, Pansy, but I’d never kiss you.”

Pansy gasped, placing her hand dramatically over her chest as if she had been hit with a curse, “But you did.”

Draco shook his head, pissed off at everyone in the room. He glared at the three people around him and stormed out of the room and down to the dungeons, trying to think of what the hell just happened. Y/N saw him kissing Pansy, but he didn’t kiss Pansy. Which made no sense, so what could she have seen? Why was everyone saying that this had happened?

-

In the Gryffindor Common Room, Y/N laid in her bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Why Draco bothered denying the kiss was beyond her, but she saw it nonetheless. She hated thinking about how many times this had happened before.

No, don’t go there, her mind snapped at her.

“Does he think I’m stupid or something?” she asked to the two girls sitting the room with her.

“No — only an idiot would think you’re an idiot,” Hermione scoffed, sitting up suddenly, “Wait, maybe he does then.”

Y/N chuckled, tossing a little bouncy ball up and down, trying not to hit the drapes and topple the whole bed over.

“We’ll make sure he doesn’t come near you, don’t worry.” Ginny grinned at her sister, clutching a pillow to her chest.

Y/N, however devastated, felt lucky she had two supportive best friends to help her out. She knew that the next few weeks would be tough, especially having to see Draco in class and during meals, but she’d act strong enough to make it seem like he wasn’t affecting her.

-

The rest of the weekend had gone by slowly. Y/N was partially grateful for that since she didn’t have to face anyone in class, but she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in her chest. She hadn’t seen Draco at any of the meals and although most of her siblings were supportive, Fred and George — who she could always rely on to cheer her up — had also practically vanished. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought they were avoiding her.

But when Monday rolled around, everything changed.

Y/N rushed down to have breakfast before anyone else was awake, enjoying the peaceful sunshine streaming in through the windows of the hall. She hadn’t slept much, it was hard not to shake the image of her boyfriend — ex boyfriend — and Pansy from her mind. She could feel the bags under her eyes which earned herself a concerned smile from McGonagall as she munched quietly on breakfast.

She was also the first one in Potions that morning, sitting near the front of the class so she wouldn’t have to stare at a platinum head of hair all class. Snape walked in, slightly startled by how early she was, but he went on and did his own thing, only looking up every time another student walked in.

“Is this seat taken?”

Y/N’s face dropped, looking up at the boy who singlehandedly crushed her heart. He didn’t look any better than she did, his eyes were darker and more sunken in than usual and he seemed even paler, if that was possible.

“Before you say no, I’m going to sit.” he pulled the chair back and sat down, not even adjusting his wrinkled robes.

“Look — I don’t know what you saw,” he placed a finger on her lip before she could scold him, “I never, ever kissed Pansy. Why would I?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Y/N crossed her arms, “She’s been obsessed with you since first year. You’re an attention hog. You two go perfectly.” She wanted so hard to tell him off, yell at him until she had no more voice, but as she looked into his eyes she felt herself still clinging to his every word as if she believed him.

“Ok, never say her and I go perfectly ever again, I’d rather vomit and then eat it,” he held his hands up in defense, “Besides, why would I kiss someone else when I’ve got you? The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, “I saw you, Malfoy. Nothing can take that back.”

“But it wasn’t me,” he pleaded, eyes practically begging her for forgiveness.

“Go sit elsewhere, please.” Y/N turned away from him, facing the front of the class where Snape stood, glaring at them for speaking even when class hadn't started.

“Y/N—,”

“Please, just go.”

Draco’s face fell, heart dropping, but he stood up slowly and walked to the back of the class, shoving Goyle out of his seat and installing himself next to Crabbe. Y/N didn’t look back at him, only moving her head when Hermione sat next to her.

“Did he try talking to you?” Hermione whispered, opening her book and preparing herself for class.

“Yep.” Y/N mumbled, leaning her head in her hand and nearly jumping out of her skin when Snape announced class had begun.

It went by surprisingly quickly, but Y/N stayed back to avoid rushing by Draco on the way out. She stared at him in confusion when instead of leaving class, he made his way over to Snape and started whispering about something secretive.

Y/N ignored it and walked out of the dusty room, Hermione by her side.

-

Days went by before Draco spoke to her again — he was losing his mind. After he hung back from potions class to ask Snape about missing ingredients for polyjuice potion and got a confirmation that someone had taken stuff from his inventory, he was on a mission to find out who had done it. Crabbe and Goyle couldn’t stand being around him, his patience wearing thin and his attitude being through the roof, so he dealt with it alone.

He couldn't go storming up to Y/N without proof that it was polyjuice potion, she'd just tell him to bugger off again. So he made it his life’s mission (of the past few days) to hunt the person down — unfortunately, to no avail.

Y/N on the other hand was trying her damn hardest to keep her mind off of him, occupying herself by reading, walking the entire castle, and spending more time than usual with her family. She had eventually found Fred and George, who told her the only reason they’d been avoiding her was because they knew they wouldn’t be able to hold back the rude comments about him and didn’t want to hurt her further.

So, it came as a major surprise to Y/N when Draco stormed up to her during dinner and shoved her out of the way, pointing his finger at the twins, “You two…. you two ruined everything.”

“We don’t know what you’re talking about.” George crossed his arms, “You’re the one who went off snogging someone else.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Draco sneered, “It was one of you two.”

Y/N stepped up, placing her hand on Draco’s chest and turning him to face her, “Uh, I think you’ve lost your mind.”

“Let me explain,” Draco didn’t look at her, instead keeping his eyes on the twins, “First of all, when everyone started accusing me of snogging someone who I hadn’t even seen that day, I knew something was off. Then, it hit me, so I asked Snape if any of the ingredients for polyjuice potion had been stolen from his office, and he said yes. So I did some digging. One, I tried to check who was in the castle at that time that would have something against me — against my relationship with Y/N. My first thought was her family.”

“What if someone just fancied Parkinson?” Fred asked, also crossing his arms, eyebrows raised as if he were standing off against Draco.

“Not possible,” Draco continued, “So, process of elimination. She mentioned to me the night before that Ginny and Ron were going to the quidditch game — leaving you two. When I was sitting out in the courtyard, you two just happened to walk by and give me the dirtiest of stares, as if you already knew I had done something wrong. How would you have known about the kiss if you hadn’t seen me, nor Y/N?”

Y/N felt her heart sink and she looked over at her brothers, not even focusing on the fact that so many people were staring at them. Draco wasn’t exactly being quiet, but she didn’t seem to pay attention to that, her eyes trained on her family around her.

“Is this — is this true?” Y/N’s voice cracked as she looked at her brothers, “Did you use polyjuice potion to look like Draco to kiss Pansy so him and I would break up?”

Fred and George looked down to their little sister, their faces filled with sorry. She had her answer. She sat down on the bench, her legs giving in underneath her. Her own brothers lied. They crushed her heart. She had never done anything to them, and they ruined her relationship, probably finding it funny in the process.

“Y/N, we’re so sorry,” Fred knelt down, looking her in the eye, his face scanning hers for any sign of forgiveness. She could feel the anger and betrayal bubbling in her chest. George placed his hand on her shoulder, gripping ever so tightly as if his actions were speaking louder than his words. Which, in the end, they did.

“You arse! Both of you! You’re unbelievable.” she stood up, giving her brothers a good shove, “I knew you wouldn’t be happy with Draco and I, but this is low. Incredibly low. Even for you two.”

She glared at them and stormed out of the hall, her heart shattered even more than it had been days ago. Draco chased after her, not caring about the rest of her family as he caught up to her.

“Y/N, hold up,” Draco grabbed her arm, twisting her around to face him. The tears were pouring down her face, and he could feel his heart break as he took in her expression. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back slowly as she cried. He shielded her away from onlookers, cornering her behind a wall so they could be in private.

“I can’t believe them.” she sobbed, pulling away from him and wiping her eyes on her sleeve, “My brothers. They’re my family, they’re supposed to support me, no?”

Draco didn’t really know much about family support — in his mind, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy weren’t exactly winning any ‘parent of the year’ awards — but even he knew how close the Weasley family was, and how much that meant to her.

He continued soothing her, placing kisses on her forehead every now and then.

“Draco — I’m so sorry,” she looked up at him, “I’ve been avoiding you for days and I didn’t hear you out when you told me it wasn’t you. I was just so crushed. I was selfish, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Draco shook his head, “Don’t apologize. I don’t blame you. You saw what you saw. You handled it way better than I would have if the tables had been turned.”

Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist, “Thanks for figuring it out. It sucks, but I’m glad you didn’t actually cheat.”

He placed one of his hands under her chin, tilting her head up in the slightest so he could lean down and press his lips on hers. She leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck and lacing her fingers through his hair. It was tender, passionate, and every ounce of love these two had for each other could be felt through their gentle movements.

Reluctantly, Draco pulled away, “C’mon, why don’t we go for a walk to take your mind off of everything.”

Y/N grinned, nodding her head and interlacing her hand with his, walking outside into the brisk night air, stars shining brightly up above them, with Draco by her side again. She knew she’d end up forgiving her idiot brothers eventually, they were her family after all, but right now, all she could focus on was the pure bliss she felt from having her boyfriend back.

“I love you,” she smiled up at him as they continued walking at a slow pace, enjoying one another’s company.

“And I love you,” he gave her nose a light poke, smiling his dazzling smile as they stared up at the stars.

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the feeling that we’re meeting // sirius black

Summary: Sirius Black has never liked the reader and this he made known. Maybe it’s because she’s a Slytherin. Maybe it was the bat-bogey hex. Strange, though, how things change with a war in full throttle.

Request: hello :) can i have an angst to fluff w sirius pls? (slowburn) post-hogwarts a few years where y/n was one of the main targets along w snape for james’ and sirius’ ridiculing and bullying, and they were just dreadful to her (she was in slytherin) :( but then a few years after hogwarts she joins the order and sirius acts just rlly immature and mean to her but then slowly starts falling for her as he starts noticing little aspects of her personality :) and at the end can there be like a fluffy cuddling scene where she asks him why he was so nasty to her and he talks ab how guilty and sorry he is :) ty babe!

A/N: I liked this request tbh bc it’s so important to remember that sirius is a brill character bc he’s so realistic with his equal good and bad traits – I was a bit liberal with canon context but I can’t say I don’t enjoy a world with James and Lily alive :) Also I listened to ‘For the First Time’ by The Script when I was writing and I agree

Reader: female, Slytherin

Warnings: female!reader, drinking, death eater parents, innuendo I suppose, also long af, injury, parental abuse, battle, deaths

Every time you tiptoed down the stairs of number twelve Grimmauld Place, you had to remind yourself that the war was far more important than whatever colour you’d like to dye Sirius Black’s hair. You considered pink, but thought better of it when you realised, he’d probably enjoy it.

It had been months, but you remembered the first time you set foot into the Black family home like it was yesterday. Following Dumbledore through the strange threshold, your nerves climbing as you heard the strangely familiar voices of the boys that had tormented you till you cried from the other room, you found yourself pulling at your sleeves, desperate to be anywhere else. The silence that fell as you stepped out from behind the Head of the Order was suffocating, and you could feel all eyes were on you. Biting the bullet, you glanced up from the crusty carpet, facing people you’d never wanted to see again. You recognised them all despite the years passed, standing together equally unenthused to see you. Remus was taller, impossibly, than you remembered him and Lily’s face was all angles now. Sirius’s hair was longer and styled differently, more like a muggle’s, but James still had the same half-broken glasses, and Peter the same child-like roundness to his cheeks.

“This, as I’m sure you know,” Dumbledore began, crossing his arms over his front. “Is Y/N-“

“Dumbledore, Sir,” James interjected, his tone as incredulous as his expression.

“You can’t be serious!”

You exhaled sharply from your nose at Sirius’ words, dipping your head when it seemed no one else saw the irony.

“Y/N is an excellent witch and she’ll be an excellent addition to the Order.”

“Sir,” Sirius huffed, shooting you a glare before stepping forward towards Dumbledore. “Her parents are death eaters; you can’t possibly trust her.”

“Remind me, Sirius,” you said, your voice echoing in the room for the first time. “What was tattooed on your brother’s arm.”

Although you were entirely correct, you felt a pang of guilt at the hurt that flashed in his eyes before the ever-familiar Black scowl creased his brow. Dumbledore’s presence beside you suddenly felt less and less comforting.

“She was always excellent in Charms,” Remus said gently. You faced him sharply, surprised to see his eyes so apologetic.

“And Defence Against the Dark Arts,” Lily’s tone was light and you were oddly pleased to see a smile on her face. You hoped that meant you would have at least one friend here.

“I wonder bloody why,” Sirius muttered, storming past you into the kitchen, shoulder hitting yours. You clenched your jaw, biting your lip to avoid saying something you’d reject.

“I hope you will treat Miss Y/N with the respect all allies deserve in this time. She’s risking her life to spy for us. You are all aware of what she’s put on the line for this,” Dumbledore said, an air of finality to his tone before he left you there, in the lion’s den, alone.

“Well,” Lily said, standing up from the armchair she’d been nestled into. She offered you a calloused and freckled hand with a smile. “Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix.”

It didn’t take long for the older members of the Order to trust you; they didn’t care about petty squabbles and rivalries, only the information you could provide. The story, however, wasn’t the same with your old Gryffindor pals. Lily, you accepted with equal parts hesitance and glee, was a fast friend. She had got into the habit of asking you how you were daily and offering you tea in the mornings. Sometimes, after a long mission, you found yourself talking into the night with her.

“Wait, wait,” you said, hand sloppily gripping the stem of an old wine glass you’d found in the cupboards. “You and Potter are married?”

She giggled at your response, leaning her elbow on the armchair next to her as she careened forward, the carpet crunching at the shift.

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling brightly. “I was just as surprised as you, at first, but he-“ a hiccup escaped her lips, earning a round of laughter from you both. “He’s a sweet guy. A tosser, by all means, but loyal and brave and kind.”

You’d never considered James Potter any of those things at Hogwarts, but now, in the real world, you found yourself slowly warming up to him.

“He’s changed, you know,” she said earnestly, suddenly a lot soberer than you felt. “They all have.”

You pursed your lips, taking another sip of the dark wine in your glass.

“Sirius hasn’t.”

She sighed, rubbing her eye with the knuckle of her thumb.

“He’s always hated me.”

Speaking of the devil, a familiar shadow appeared in the doorway before you could carry on your conversation. Sirius stared at you for a moment, his dark eyes locked on your face. He swallowed, mouth curling downwards slightly as he looked at your messy hair and casual position, sat in a place he’d hated for years. Something stirred in his chest and his expression shifted ever so slightly, but before you could question it, he disappeared up the stairs. You huffed, shaking your head as you turned back to Lily.

“See?”

It wasn’t another twenty minutes before James walked in, an amused grin playing on his lips at his wife’s tipsy state.

“C’mon, love. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently taking Lily’s arm to lift her up.

“Wow,” she said, whispering very loudly to you. “James Potter with a good idea; there’s a first.”

“Oi!” he laughed, poking her in the ribs and catching the wine glass before she could throw it onto the floor. It would’ve been a shame, you thought sarcastically, if someone ruined such a lovely carpet. He turned to you then, still smiling.

“Cheers, Y/N.”

He shot you a wink before escorting Lily upstairs, her drunk rambling fading the further away they got. You chuckled under your breath, pleased that maybe you weren’t such an outcast as you took another sip. Your mood soured dramatically, though, as you remembered the time, not exactly excited to be returning to your parents.

The next week, you had a few days between missions. Although you probably should’ve been resting at home like everyone else was, Remus included, you ended up on all fours in the Black family living room, pulling up carpet. Remus sat in the armchair at the other end of the room, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. Occasionally, he’d throw a teasing remark at you or ask for help with a tricky crossword clue, but mostly the silence that settled between you was comfortable. You were halfway across the room, surprised you hadn’t thrown up yet at the awful stains on the underside of the carpet, specifically avoiding the one that looked like blood.

“What are you doing?” a voice asked you from the doorway. You looked up, blowing a loose strand of hair from your face as you met Sirius’ eyes. You frowned, sitting back on your feet, carpet still in your hands.

“The laundry,” you replied dryly, a smile tugging at your lips to hear Remus snort into his mug.

“My mother loved this carpet,” he said, a strange look on his face. If you hadn’t known him better, you would’ve mistaken it for approval.

“And a charming family keepsake it is.”

He stared at you for a moment, his gaze steady and unreadable. You doubted whether destroying the carpet without asking him was such a good idea.

“Thank you.”

Without giving you a second to process, he turned left, the front door slamming not a second later. With wide eyes and your jaw on the floor, you looked to Remus, who seemed just as surprised as you.

“Did that just happen?”

He nodded slowly, his brows drawing together. You hummed, matching his frown before you started pulling roughly at the carpet and he returned to his paper.

“Six letter word for a muggle screenplay?”

You didn’t think that much more about Sirius’ gratitude in the next few days, too busy with keeping your lies straight and the war to waste time on why you hated each other. You did notice, despite yourself, that he seemed gradually less and less opposed to your presence. His conversations seemed to dry up less when you entered a room, his glare settled on you less often in Order meetings. As things got more and more difficult at home, the pressure from your parents to get the dark mark growing, it was the small things that helped.

“Y/N,” Peter said one morning, crossing his arms on the breakfast table. You’d warmed to Peter; he was always a little lost, a little wayward. It made you smile most of the time and you couldn’t help the motherly instinct you felt toward him, despite your similarity in age.

“Do you have a spare towel?”

“Why? What did you do with yours?”

A blush covered his cheeks and immediately you found that you really did not want to hear his answer.

“Yeah, I’ll fetch it,” you said, moving to exit the kitchen with a great deal of haste. You’d stayed at the headquarters a few times after hard or early morning missions and Sirius, despite your history, had been kind enough to give you towels to use. You’d been sure, though, that Kreacher, the house-elf, was behind that.

You hadn’t anticipated seeing Sirius in the corridor, muttering to himself as he stood next to the velvet curtain on the wall. His arms were full of what could only be described as junk, the nail of an old bed-frame catching on the fabric. He didn’t notice you behind him as he struggled and with a decidedly irritated yank, he pulled the wooden post free. However, much to his chagrin, and everyone in the house’s eardrums, the curtains fell loose and an extortionately loud screeching filled the air.

“This house is full of blood traitors! Mudbloods!” it hissed, echoing through all the rooms. Seeing Sirius’ arms full, you bent down next to him and gripped the metal rod of the curtain, eager to put it back into place. He jumped a little when he saw you, stumbling out the way slightly, his eyebrows threading together as the high-pitched shouting continued. You took one look at the ugly, yellowing woman in the portrait and shoved the curtain in front of her face, hoping you’d never see it again. It took some jiggling, but soon the portrait was covered and you could only hear rustling behind the fabric, muzzled yells rattling the frame.

“A charming woman, your Mother was. I’m surprised you don’t leave the curtains open all the time,” you said, a distasteful expression tainting your features. Sirius looked at you for a moment, his jaw clenching slightly.

“It’s okay,” you said, smiling a little. “You can laugh.”

He didn’t, but the slight upward curve of his lip didn’t escape you.

“Did you ever have the pleasure to meet her in the flesh?” he asked. Your brows raised at the first real question he’d asked you since you joined the Order.

“No, sadly not,” you crossed your arms and leant on the door. “My parents spoke highly of her, though, which is never the best sign.”

He only nodded, standing awkwardly for a moment before turning to leave. You blinked, before remembering where you’d been going.

“Sirius,” you began, the light tone not suiting his name in your mouth. “Do you have spare towels? Peter-“

Sirius smirked, a strangely handsome expression on him.

“Peter dropped chocolate frogs all over his again,” he huffed, shaking his head. “Just ask Kreacher.”

You barely paid attention to him leaving as you wandered upstairs, in search of the grumpy house-elf. You were pleased to know that Peter’s towel hadn’t been ruined by something more suspect than chocolate, but you couldn’t deny that you were even more pleased that you’d finally had an interaction with Sirius that didn’t involve a row.

Your next interaction, though, was less than ideal. You stumbled toward twelve Grimmauld place with a throbbing headache and shaky legs. Your parents had not been kind when they discovered your treachery, your place in the Order; you were lucky to escape with your life. That’s all you could tell yourself as you dragged yourself up the steps, knocking loudly on the door. It was just your luck for Sirius, of all people, to open it. His expression was at first worried before he realised it was you and a frown settled on his features. As you looked down, trying to concentrate on the swaying floor, you didn’t notice the concern that returned upon seeing your injuries.

“What the blood-“ he began, grunting slightly as you collapsed into him, no longer able to keep your body upright.

You woke the next day in a clean bed with a dull headache. The house-elf shuffling around your room had garnered your attention, and you blinked at him as he placed towels, sheets and clothes in a pile next to the bed.

“Kreacher?” you asked, your voice sore in your throat. “Why am I here?”

“You’re a blood trait-“

You shot him a dry look.

“I mean, how did I get here? Why are you putting clothes out?”

The house-elf sighed, a grizzly sound.

“Master Sirius ordered me to,” he said gruffly. “Said you shall be living here.”

“Oh.”

You frowned, barely registering Kreacher as he made to leave.

“Thank you,” you called after him, earning a grumble in response.

You and Sirius never spoke about the fact that you were now living in the Order Headquarters, in his house, but you never forgot the kindness he showed you. It was a strange feeling, to be grateful to Sirius Black, especially after everything he’d done to you as a student. The topic of your parents didn’t even come up until the night before a particularly difficult mission planning to infiltrate a meeting of death eaters.

“Lily,” you said, sitting on the counter in the kitchen with the others dotted around, even Sirius. “I don’t know if I should come on this mission.”

“What?” Remus asked, placing the chocolate he’d been aiming from his mouth down on the tablecloth.

“I was useful to the Order when I knew things and now,” your voice broke slightly at the memory of the last time you’d seen your parents. “Now I have no information and I might have to… I might have to fight the people that raised me tonight and they don’t have any qualms about killing me or any of you where we stand.”

“Exactly!” James said, moving his arm from the back of Lily’s chair to rest his elbows on the table. “They don’t care about killing us. They killed Gideon and Fabien. You saw what they did to Frank and Alice.”

Your chest tightened. Frank and Alice had always been kind to you; now they were at St. Mungo’s.

“Information or not,” Sirius said, surprising everyone. “You’re a good fighter; we need that.”

The silence that followed his words made you feel like you were missing something as you stared at him, seeing his eyes soft for the first time.

“Sirius is right,” Lily said, nodding. “We have to do all we can; you know that more than most of us.”

The mission had been horrendous.

It had been a bloodbath of proportions you’d never seen before. You’d lost Benjy and Caradoc and Dorcas; people you looked up to. You’d expected losses in a war, you weren’t stupid, but you’d never anticipated the weight behind a spell thrown by your own parents. Despite your own casualties, you’d taken out six death eaters and despite yourself, you were glad your parents weren’t among them. The journey back to the house was a quiet one: Lily busied herself with James’ broken arm and Remus wiped the blood from Sirius’ forehead, dabbing delicately at the cut above his eyebrow. You all disbanded when you got inside, tired and aching, disappearing into your rooms with heavy hearts.

You couldn’t sleep, though, too haunted by the flashes that appeared behind your eyes. It must’ve been past midnight when you tiptoed downstairs, more desperate than ever to not agitate the portrait. You didn’t notice Sirius in the kitchen until you’d shut the door behind you, jumping out of your skin to see him sat there with a glass and a bottle of firewhiskey.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, lifting his glass and taking a swig. You’d come down for tea, but the idea of numbing your senses appealed. He must’ve noticed the way your eyes lingered on his glass and without a word, he reached behind him to grab another, pouring you a liberal shot. You sat down almost tentatively, fingers gliding around the edges of the glass.

He watched with an amused smile as you downed the whole thing, wincing at the burn before you rested it back on the table. He filled it again immediately.

“Rough night.”

“Indeed,” you said, rubbing your eyes and sighing. “I never thought we’d be here.”

He raised an eyebrow, stretching the bandage on his forehead as his lips pressed against the rim of the glass.

“Me and you,” you laughed a little. “Drinking together.”

“Not something I’d have bet on,” he muttered, laughing too. Your smiles both faded as you looked at each other, though, across the plastic gingham table cloth.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

The question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it.

“I don’t hate you.”

You shot him a very dry glance. He shook his head and sighed, putting his glass down a little too loudly before running a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but you.

“You’re a pureblood Slytherin,” he said, running his hands over his face. “And I hated it. I hated anyone that reminded me of this place. And you- you were everything my parents wanted me to be: smart, loyal… dark, I thought.”

You nodded, sipping your drink quietly.

“You were an easy target, too, for a pillock like me. Didn’t have that many friends-“

“That was because they were all stuck-up death eaters.”

“I know that now. It didn’t matter then, though. I was a kid, though, and I thought it was just kids’ stuff-“

“You know, that time you exploded my cauldron in the final Potions exam, I cried for a whole week.”

He had the good sense to look guilty for a second before amusement lifted his cheeks.

“You did bat-bogey hex me for that.”

Your cheeks heated up at the memory, your fingers fiddling with the glass more.

“Which is entirely illegal.”

You smiled, pressed your lips together as you shook your head. It all seemed so long ago; so childish, now. You leant your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your interlocked fingers.

“It was a good shot, though,” you mused, enjoying the way his lips spread into a dazzling grin.

“A bloody good shot,” he laughed. He leant back slowly, tilting his head to the side and biting his top lip. The mood dropped again as he stared at you.

“What?”

“I’m really sorry.”

You wanted to take the piss, but something about his tone or the look in his eyes trapped your words in your throat. You just watched as he stood up, moving towards the sink.

“I made your life hell because I hated my own,” he said, pressing his hands to the counter, leaning forward. “It wasn’t fair. I’m not surprised you hated me, I deserved it.”

You stood up slowly, softly stepping toward him.

“I did hate you,” you said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I hated you for so long it was all I could think about. Even here, I hated seeing your face.”

He turned to you, expression hard and tears sparkling in his eyes.

“I’m not sure if I do anymore.”

He turned around slowly to lean back on the counter as your hand slid down his arm. He caught it gently in his, surprising you.

“I want you to forgive me,” he whispered, staring at you so intensely a lump formed in your throat. You felt like you’d never even met this Sirius before.

“I-“

“I want to earn your forgiveness.”

You were at a loss for words as you looked at him, frozen in place. His hand was warm in your own and you couldn’t, for a moment, think about anything else. You bit your lip and nodded, stepping towards him gently.

“I’d like that.”

You leant into him, your side pressing against his, enjoying his warmth and the new feeling in your chest. You’d been in the war so long you forgot what real life felt like. You felt his hand hover around you nervously before it settled against your back, his hand resting on the counter next to you. And there, with the moonlight pouring in behind you, is where you stood till the sunrise peeked over the horizon; your hands clasped together with Sirius’ arm at your back, silent as you both felt a hope you’d not felt in a good few years.

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Underneath the Stars | H.Kai

➳ The stars will always shine, even if it can never shine brighter than the moon.

↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

↳ word count: 4.4k

↳ genre: fluff, like a tinee bit of angst, messy bc i was writing this with no idea of what plot to do also i think the ending is rushed but i still went past 12kst so what use was that rush sakjsjka, Hogwarts AU with a babie hufflepuff kai!

↳a/n: Belated happy birthday hueningie. Ningningdungies enjoy this half-baked Hufflepuff Kai fic

It was a cloudy day, perfect for students as they walked around aimlessly at the grounds before the anticipated quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff started.

Hueningkai, the Hufflepuff seeker, should have been making his way down to the Quidditch Pitch.

That’s why Y/N was so confused why they chose to be up in the owlery—laughing maniacally at her in amusement.

“Why are you even here?” She whined, clutching her letter to her chest.

“Well, I was curious why you weren’t in the stands to cheer me and Taehyun on,” Kai grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner. “Clearly, you’re more interested in sending a letter to a certain Slytherin,”

Kai laughed again, dogding a flying shoe courtesy of the girl.

“Good aim, want me to train you for Chaser?” Kai said nonchalantly, walking closer to the owls.

“No, thank you. Shouldn’t you be down at the pitch?” Y/N sighed in irritation, clutching the letter closer to her as he scooted closer—his eyes trained on the small envelope.

“Not going without you,” Kai snorted, crossing his arms. “What did you even say in the letter?”

“I’m going to confess—tonight at the Astronomy tower,” Y/N declared firmly, before burning red again as she shot Kai a small pout. “Do you think he’ll like me.”

Kai only gave her a small smile.

“He’d be stupid if he didn’t,” Kai grinned, gesturing his head over to the envelope. “Now, come on. Send that off and let’s go, we have a match.”

Y/N huffed, raising the envelope to Beomgyu’s owl—watching as it opened its wings and flew off to drop the anonymous envelope to Beomgyu.

It’s been a year, huh? Can we meet at the astronomy tower at midnight? I have something to ask you about the Yule Ball in a few weeks. -your admirer.

Y/N has always been around Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai for as long as she can remember.

Growing up, the five boys were practically hounding at her every day.

Soobin was her older brother, the perfect brother one can have—doting but not too overbearing, talented and charming, smart but can be airheaded most times.

It was through him that she met Yeonjun, his soon-to-be best friend and new next-door-neighbor.

Of course, that automatically meant meeting Yeonjun’s little brother, Beomgyu.

The mischievous pest warmed up really quickly to her—what with their mutual desire to torture their older brothers with endless pranks.

Then, they met Taehyun and Hueningkai through their parents.

Kai’s mother and Taehyun’s father were good friends with their parents, as well as Yeonjun’s and Beomgyu’s.

Of course, a reunion between old friends means a meeting between their children—and the moment Y/N met Kai she swore she found her other half.

Platonically speaking.

Sure, Taehyun and Beomgyu were so in sync with him, and Soobin and Yeonjun were just the perfect hyungs to be.

Y/N was different.

She was instantly hooked the first time he gave her the softest smile—introducing himself as “Hueningie” instead of his actual name of Kai and offering a cuddle of his plushie as a welcoming gift.

It wasn’t until they were around 10 years old when Y/N started realizing what love was—it was what she felt for her other best friend—Beomgyu.

Of course, Hueningkai knew this.

Of course, he didn’t say anything.

Even if he knew her love would hurt him in the long run.

Y/N rushed, hands shaking as she made her way up the Astronomy to finally tell Beomgyu how she’s felt for years.

She made sure she wouldn’t make him wait—going there thirty minutes before even the agreed time.

But it seems like someone beat her to the punch—two someones.

By the observation deck stood Beomgyu, cheeks burning red as he conversed with a short girl with long brown hair.

Lee Daeun—Slytherin, one of the prettiest in her house, and Beomgyu’s crush since freshman year.

He swore up and down that he grew out of his crush on her—obviously not with the way he blushed a bright red.

“This is you?” Beomgyu asked as he held a couple of envelopes in his hands—all love letters that Y/N herself wrote throughout the duration of the year.

“Yes,” Daeun replied shyly as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I really liked you, Beomgyu, so I thought I should send you some letters,”

Beomgyu smiled softly.

“You do?”

“I do,”

“What did you want to ask me?” Beomgyu asked gently, hand reaching out to grab the girl’s.

“Will you take me to the Yule Ball, Beomie?” Daeun asked, using Kai’s childhood nickname that only Y/N was allowed to use.

Instead of bringing that up, Beomgyu’s eyes brightened up as his smile widened even more.

As Y/N watched the scene from a the doorway, arms circled around her waist and a chin rested on her head.

“It’s okay,” Kai sighed, tightening his grip.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, hand trailing down to grip his tightly.

Hueningkai buried his face in her hair, muttering as his eyes locked onto the scene in front of him—Daeun giggling non-stop as Beomgyu smiled brightly.

“I’m here to tease you,”

“Then tease me,” Y/N replied, voice wavering. “Tell me how stupid I am for falling in love with one of my best friends.”

“Falling in love with your best friend isn’t stupid,” 

Y/N didn’t reply, watching as Beomgyu leaned forward and planted a kiss on Daeun’s lips.

Kai didn’t speak as Y/N turned around, burying her head in his chest and starting to cry.

He just tightened his grip on her.

“Falling in love with your best friend hurts, Kai,”

Kai smiled sadly.

“I know,” Kai said. “I know how it feels,”

There, four beating hearts stood underneath the same bright stars—nothing but the shining moon to witness the pain and heartache.

The next day, Kai sat next to Y/N and Soobin in the Gryffindor table—chewing happily on a pancake.

Mina, the Gryffindor prefect passed by.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the Hufflepuff table?”

Kai only grinned.

Soobin, who was the other Gryffindor prefect, waved his hand nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing big,” Soobin replied, tearing into another piece of bread—continuing his statement with a mouthful. “People do it all the time,”

“I’m sorry—house divisions exist for a reason. Tables are separate for a reason and—“ Mina’s eyes hardened, mouth opening to argue more.

A body decked in an emerald green plopped down next to Soobin with a groan.

“It’s 7:00 AM on a Sunday, Mina,” Yeonjun glared. “Literally take that stick out of your arse and leave us alone,”

“A Slytherin—“

“Leave or I’ll tell Professor Binns you cheated on your History of Magic exam yesterday, Ms. Prefect,” Yeonjun hissed, effectively shutting down the girl.

After Mina huffed and marched away, Yeonjun rolled his eyes.

“Good morning,”

Soobin greeted back—mouth still full of bread loaves—while Hueningkai waved.

Y/N just gave a weak smile.

“Why are you here?” Soobin asked once he swallowed down his food.

Taehyun arrived, sitting down next to Hueningkai—his blue robes standing out.

“Is it because Beomgyu and his new girlfriend are getting too disgusting?” Taehyun asked, reaching out to take a slice of meat from the serving plate in front of Hueningkai.

“It’s 7 in the morning—I have no patience for that crap—“ Yeonjun said, before raising his voice. “Or you, Mina—shut it!”

Soobin continued chewing, eyebrows furrowing inquisitively.

“Wait,” Soobin tilted his head. “He has a girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, Lee Daeun,” Yeonjun grumbled.

“But—“ Soobin started, is eyes falling on his sister. “Oh, so that’s why.”

“Can we not talk about this?” Y/N asked.

“Talk about what?” Beomgyu’s voice asked as he appeared behind them, hands on Y/N’s shoulders happily.

“Nothing,” Kai grumbled as Beomgyu raised an eyebrow.

“Okay?” He laughed, hand tugging on the sheepish girl behind him. “Everyone, this is Daeun. My girlfriend.”

Y/N didn’t react, only continuing to poke with her food.

“Hi,” Yeonjun grumbled.

“How exactly did this happen?” Soobin piped up.

“Or when?” Taehyun added.

“Last night,” Beomgyu recalled happily. “Remember the letters I’ve been getting? It’s all her.”

Soobin and Yeonjun—who both found out about the letters—and Taehyun—who, much to the dismay of Kai, suggested Y/N do the letters—all widened their eyes to look at the Slytherin girl giggling next to Beomgyu.

“No, she isn’t,” Yeonjun said, pursing his lips at the glare Kai sent his way.

“I am,” Daeun said happily, giggling as she leaned on Beomgyu’s arm. “And now we’re dating and going to the Yule Ball,”

Before anyone could say anything, Y/N slammed her fork on the table and wiped her lips with a napkin.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” Y/N said.

Beomgyu furrowed her eyebrows.

“Y/N, you barely ate.”

“I lost my appetite.”

“But why—“

“That’s because anyone would lose their appetite with you and your girlfriend around, Choi,” a voice declared. “I would retch.”

Kai groaned, head slamming on the table in exasperation.

Soobin continued eating as Yeonjun started to mix a cup of coffee for him and Taehyun—invested in the scene in front of them.

Beomgyu’s eyes immediately darkened as he looked over at the approaching Gryffindor.

It was true—no matter how much a Slytherin or a Gryffindor liked each others’ houses, there’s always that one person from another house that they hate.

In Beomgyu’s case, that was Song Hanbin.

“I don’t recall you being part of the conversation,” Beomgyu quipped to which Hanbin only smirked.

“I don’t recall your friends inviting you over to eat with them,�� Hanbin shot back.

“Technically, we invited no one—they just came on their own,” Soobin said, which was ignored.

“Anyways, Choi, don’t worry your pretty little head—I’m not here for you,” Hanbin said. “I’m here for Y/N.”

The said girl’s head shot up, along with Kai’s.

Hanbin turned, smiling over at Y/N.

“I think you’re really beautiful, and I’ve been admiring you from afar for years now,” Hanbin started.

At this point, Hueningkai’s eyes were wide open—a signal for help sent to his hyungs, who were the only ones who knew about his feelings for Y/N.

Granted, he felt weird that her older brother was so invested in his sister’s love affairs.

Soobin and Yeonjun only exchanged a look of panic, Taehyun next to them signalling a cut across his neck.

“Stop it now!” Taehyun mouthed.

“I think you’re a really smart, captivating girl,” Hanbin continued. “And I’d really like it if you went to the Yule Ball with me,”

At this point, Y/N’s eyes darted all over her friends’ faces.

Beomgyu was positively fuming while Hueningkai was burning bright red in panic.

“She’s not going with you,” Beomgyu replied for Y/N.

“Well, that’s not your choice, is it? Focus on your girlfriend.” Hanbin replied, mocking Beomgyu before Y/N spoke.

“I’m not going with you—“ Y/N said. “I’m going with Hueningie,”

At this, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Soobin and even Kai himself stopped—freezing as Y/N smiled over at Hanbin.

“Thank you, Hanbin. I’m flattered, but I’m already going as Kai’s date.”

“You are?” Kai squeaked as Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows.

“That’s unfortunate,” Hanbin smiled, shrugging as he backed away. “Better luck next time, eh?”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded, looking back at Kai.

“You’re going with me?” Kai said, a hopeful tone to his voice.

“Of course,” Y/N started, but was cut off by Beomgyu shaking his head.

“No, you’re not?” Beomgyu said, making Y/N turn to him.

“Why not?”

“You don’t like him, right?” Beomgyu said. “Why are you going on a dance with him?”

“None of your concern, Beomie, or maybe I should just call you Beomgyu.” Y/N sighed, standing up and sending an exasperated nod to a frozen Daeun.

“Huh?” Beomgyu asked.

“Have a nice day,” Y/N cracked a small smile as she nodded over to the couple.

As she left, Kai stood up—shooting Beomgyu an incredulous look.

“Next time, try to clarify who exactly you’re talking to and meeting,” Kai said. “Daeun didn’t send those letters.”

Kai left, following Y/N.

One by one, Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun took their leave.

Hogsmeade—the district next to Hogwarts where students frequent to do their purchases and spend on a whim during their stay in Hogwarts.

Soobin and Yeonjun—one of the most sought-after in the school—decided to play a prank on their admirers by going to the ball together.

When offered to buy dress robes together, Yeonjun and Soobin refused to go with Kai and Y/N, choosing to go to instead head to the Shrieking Shack (which the both of them have seen a couple of times already, but still frequent to scare the innocent students looking at it for the first time).

Taehyun decided to be a lone wolf—stating that he’d either leave early or make fun of people with Soobin and Yeonjun.

For dress robes, he said he made a promise to go with his Ravenclaw buddies.

No one has talked to Beomgyu since that day with Daeun.

All five promised to meet up at Three Broomsticks at exactly 7 in the evening. It was currently only 2 in the afternoon.

Kai and Y/N found themselves in Gladrag’s Wizardwear—only among the selected few who decided to go for dressrobes first.

Taehyun was already finished by the time they arrived—waving a goodbye and promising to be at Three Broomsticks.

“Yeonjun and Soobin are going to be stuck in line later,” Y/N said as she thumbed through the selection of dresses.

Kai, with arms already holding a brand new set of plain black dress robes, snorted.

“We did tell them to come with us,” Hueningkai said, eyes locking onto Y/N’s arms. “Will you be wearing all of these?”

“Trying out some of them, yeah,”

“I think you look really beautiful in blue,” Kai said, burning bright red when Y/N looked at him in shock. “Just—Just a suggestion,”

Y/N smiled softly.

“What about red?”

“I think you look beautiful in everything,” Kai said, coughing akwardly as he looked off to the side. “I just really like blue.”

“Okay,”

In the end, Y/N got a beautiful blue dress and they left the store with bags carried in Kai’s left hand, and Y/N holding the other.

Hands still tightly clutched in Hueningkai’s, Y/N pouted as she tried to choose what flavor of no-melt ice cream she would purchase for the day.

“Maybe mint chocolate?” Kai suggested making the girl wince, looking over at the boy who was already eating his own ice cream in the wretched flavor.

“That’s disgusting,” Y/N hissed, scrunching her nose up in disgust. “It’s like eating cold toothpaste.”

“No, it’s not!” Hueningkai argued, making the girl roll her eyes and settle on a flavor.

“Vanilla with Cookie Dough, please,” Y/N requested.

“That’s so boring,” Kai commented as Y/N received her own cup.

“You’re boring!” Y/N shot back.

With a grin, Hueningkai shoved a spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream in Y/N’s mouth—laughing maniacally.

Y/N whined as she pulled the spoon out.

“It tastes so weird,” Y/N groaned.

Hueningkai laughed as Y/N continued to whine, stopping when he saw Y/N’s lips with a small crumb of ice cream.

“Your—uh—“ Kai said. “You have um—“

“What?”

Kai didn’t reply, reaching out and brushing the corner of her lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened as Hueningkai blushed, brushing the crumb off of his hand.

“You had a—“ Hueningkai stopped, eyes locking with Y/N’s. “Something.”

Y/N didn’t speak, eyes searching his as Hueningkai started to lean down.

“Excuse me, are you guys still in line?”

Y/N flinched, stepping back in surprise as Hueningkai turned to a bored-looking Slytherin.

“Oh, uh, no,” Kai replied, hastily pulling Y/N out of the way. “Sorry,”

“Next time, make out somewhere more private than a sweets shop.”

Y/N blushed red as Hueningkai stammered.

Next to them, the ice cream clerk was smiling.

Y/N sat next to Hueningkai in Three Broomsticks—laughing loudly as Yeonjun and Soobin started to argue about some stupid things.

Taehyun smirked off at the side, chiming in every once in a while to aid either party to make the argument bigger and bigger.

Hueningkai and Y/N sat side by side, hands awfully close to one another.

The Hufflepuff breathed deeply, ready to grab Y/N’s hand and intertwine it with his before—

“Hi,” A voice greeted meekly, revealing a shy Slytherin walking up to the table.

“Beomgyu?” Y/N asked in surprise as Beomgyu stepped forward. “Where’s Daeun?”

Beomgyu pursed his lips, shaking his head.

Y/N’s eyes turned sympathetic, hand reaching out to land on Beomgyu’s arm.

“Beomie, it’s okay, you don’t deserve a liar,” Y/N said, smiling.

Beomgyu only smiled, squeezing her hand on his arm.

“Will you meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight, then?”

Y/N chuckled.

“Sure, if you sit down and eat right now.” Y/N smiled back.

Yeonjun snorted, resuming his argument with Soobin.

Beomgyu smiled and took a seat next to Y/N.

At the side, Hueningkai retracted his hand next to Y/N’s.

He’ll probably have to stay with Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun for the Yule Ball.

Y/N reached the top of the Astronomy Tower, smiling slightly at the sight of Beomgyu sitting on the ledge of the observation deck.

“Hey,”

“Hi,” Beomgyu replied, still looking up at the stars.

“Just you?” Y/N asked, making Beomgyu laughed as he glanced over at her.

“I promise—no Daeun this time,” Beomgyu said, patting the spot next to him. “Sit.”

“What if I fall?”

“I won’t let you,” Beomgyu smiled, hand steadying the girl as she plopped on the spot next to the boy.

There was a beat of silence before Beomgyu sighed.

“This is how it should have been,” He started, eyes drifting towards Y/N. “Isn’t it?”

Y/N only hummed, chuckling softly.

“Maybe, but things happen.”

Beomgyu smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“So you made me all those letters, huh?”

Y/N winced, shrugging.

“Yeah, blame Taehyun.”

“Oh, I will,” Beomgyu snorted. “He told me you didn’t like me,”

Y/N laughed, looking at Beomgyu. “Well, I told him to.”

Beomgyu only sighed, smiling as he combed a hand through her hair.

“I liked you, Y/N, I always have.” Beomgyu said. “If it was you, and not Daeun, that I met up here that night, it would have been you and me,”

“I was up here, that night,” Y/N shared, shaking her head. “I saw what happened—how she told you it was her and everything.”

“And the kiss?”

“Yeah,”

Beomgyu winced, making Y/N chuckle.

“It’s fine, you know. I had Kai—he followed me,” Y/N explained.

Beomgyu nodded, hand taking hers.

“You know, Y/N,” Beomgyu said. “If you asked me now, I’d say yes.”

Y/N smiled softly—the past few weeks rolling around in her brain.

The one person who cared about her enough to follow her every step of the way, who was there when she got hurt that night.

The one who was there to pick up the pieces and side with her throughout all this time.

The one who always hid in the shadows and backed off when Y/N decided that, no, she wanted to be with Beomgyu instead of him.

She stayed silent, only looking up at Beomgyu who grinned understandingly.

“Yeah, okay,” Beomgyu laughed, making Y/N smile in relief. “So, you don’t like me anymore?”

“Oh, I do,” Y/N laughed. “You’re my best friend, Beomie—I’ll always like you,”

“But?” “Not as much as I used to,” Y/N snorted.

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow as Y/N fiddled with her fingers.

“There’s someone else.”

“Oh?”

“I, uh, realized I always liked him—I just never knew.” Y/N explained, groaning at Beomgyu’s teasing smirk. “Shut up, Choi.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“I know you’re thinking it!”

Beomgyu laughed shaking his head as he leaned back on his hands.

“In the back of my mid, I kind of always knew.” Beomgyu hummed, making Y/N sigh.

Beomgyu turned to his best friend, dusting his robes.

“Do you want me to walk you back to the Gryffindor tower?”

“I think I’ll stay for a bit.”

Beomgyu nodded, smiling and kissing her on the cheek.

“Good luck,” he said.

“Thank you,” Y/N muttered, eyes trained up as her heart felt a little lighter.

There she sat, under the shine of the stars—her heart admitting the words her heart always knew.

Hueningkai stammered as Beomgyu dragged him to the Gryffindor tower, straight from the entrance of the Hufflepuff dorms.

“Beomgyu, wh—“

Hueningkai fussed, successfully shaking the boy off of his arm by the entrance to the Gryffindor towers.

“Kau, where the hell were you?” Yeonjun whined.

Soobin only tilted his head inquisitively as Taehyun seemed unbothered.

“I was—I was planning to come to the Great Hall when the ball started—“

“You had a date,” Beomgyu hissed. “Dude, really?”

Kai furrowed his eyebrows.

“But—“ Kai stammered. “I thought you and her—“

“No, Kai,” Beomgyu sighed, an exasperated smile on his face.

“Oh,”

“Hueningie?”

Kai jumped in surprise, heads turning to Y/N as she exited the Gryffindor tower with a soft smile.

Hueningkai melted on the spot as he saw the blue dress Y/N had picked on their trip to Hogsmeade when he mentioned he liked blue.

He stammered on the spot as Y/N walked over.

Yeonjun and Soobin looked on in amusement, wiping fake tears off of their faces as they muttered about how “they grow up so fast,”

Taehyun and Beomgyu looked on proudly, chattering amongst themselves.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Hueningkai started as he offered out his arm, scrunching his face. “I meant you look beautiful every night, but especially tonight—I—“

“Thanks, Kai,” Y/N smiled, looping her arm through his. “You look beautiful too.”

He only smiled.

A swirl of colors mixed on the dance floor.

Laughter and excitement filled the Great Hall.

By the buffet table, Yeonjun and Soobin fought over the last piece of loaved bread.

Taehyun and Beomgyu idly conversed in a nearby table.

Kai and Y/N awkwardly held hands, slow-dancing upon the insistence of Beomgyu and Taehyun. (Yeonjun and Soobin actually couldn’t be bothered because they were more concerned with the food table.)

Kai coughed softly, blushing a bright red as Y/N smiled in amusement.

“Are you feeling weird?” Y/N asked making Hueningkai shake his head.

“No, I’m okay,”

“You feel awkward?” Y/N laughed as Kai shook his head. “Come on, let’s go out,”

Kai breathed heavily as Y/N pulled him away, her eyes locking with Beomgyu who shot her a thumbs up.

Hueningkai burned a bright red as they exited the Great Hall and made their way to the Black Lake.

“What, are you drowning me today?” Kai teased as he sat by the shoreline.

Y/N snorted, tilting her head.

“Yeah, probably,” Y/N grinned, about to take a seat if it wasn’t for Hueningkai gasping.

“Wait, no—“

Hueningkai pulled off his dress robes and set it on the ground.

Y/N shot him a tiny smile and sat, arms wrapping around her knees.

“So,” Hueningkai said, pursing his lips as Y/N glanced up at the bright moon.

“Remember how we used to look up at the night sky when we were kids?” Y/N asked, making Kai laugh.

“Yeah,” Kai snorted. “I remember we used to say we’d run away with Beomgyu, Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun on broomsticks and live off of Chocolate Frogs and Licorice Wands,”

“Simpler times,” Y/N smiled. “That was before I had a crush on Beomgyu.”

At the mention of the older Slytherin, Hueningkai practically deflated on the spot.

He looked back up at the night sky, eyes trailing over at the moon.

“I think I’m like the stars,” Hueningkai said.

“Hm?”

“I’m always there, always shining and waiting for someone to see me—but I always get ignored for the moon,” Hueningkai explained, a penchant look on his face as Y/N turned to him. “but even if I am, I’ll stay there—waiting for that one shot to be seen, even if it’s the time I fall,”

Y/N didn’t reply, leaning her head on her knees as Kai continued to rant.

“I-I—“ Kai said, looking back down at the girl. “I’m a star just waiting for you to see me,”

Y/N smiled softly as Kai continued.

“Y/N, I like you,” Kai breathed heavily, almost as if relieved he spoke the words. “I’ve been holding this back for years and now it’s out. I like you.”

Y/N straightened up, smiling widely.

“Really?”

“Really, and it feels so light to say it—wow. I mean I know you like Beomgyu, and by all the means go for him, but I just really want to admit it and—“

Courage is one of the qualities encompassed by a Gryffindor.

It took great courage for Y/N to lean forward to plant a quick kiss on Hueningkai’s lips.

Kai stopped his rambling, eyes wide as he looked over at Y/N.

His first kiss.

Y/N pulled away, smiling shyly as she looked back up.

“Yeah, yeah,” She scoffed lightheartedly. “I like you, too.”

Hueningkai blinked, hand creeping up to touch his lips.

“You-You kissed me?”

“Shut up,” Y/N snorted, burning bright red in embarrassment. “It was my first kiss too, you know,”

Hueningkai’s smile slowly appeared, widening rapidly as he relaxed in his seat.

Y/N shifted, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulders.

“The stars look beautiful tonight—“ Y/N said. “Brighter than the moon, even.”

Hueningkai only smiled, turning his head to the side as he laid another soft kiss on her lips underneath the blanket of the brightest stars.

[morningstarinwinter]

The real story of Danique Winter

I can't remember, but I somehow ended up talking about my real headcanon story of Dani with Moonie and she said I should share it. I'm afraid at first, then I realized no one cares to read it anyway lol so I will write about it.

It was the reason that I didn't finish her profile because when I entered the fandom, everyone is the mc and kinda stick to the plot.

First of all Danique is not the mc in the game. She isn't the one who has to enter the cursed vault shet. Because :

I don't like heroic character, help everyone and save the day? No. Not my cup of tea.

It gave me too much Gryffindor, which I don't like that😂

I wanted her to have relationship with her older brother because his character and the death of her mother, he is very protective of her. He will never leave her like the real Jacob. Speaking of him his real middle name is Deloy and the meaning of his name, Rasalas, is the northern star of the lion head (the constellation Leo)

Soooo she is just a friend of mc (a girl), which I just used my other oc to be them😂. Danique met them in year 1 because Rasalas knew her brother (they are Gryffindor) so he protects mc from the curious students since he has big bro energy. Dani and her then became friend, but she didn't enter the vault till year 3 because of her protective brother (They are 5 years apart so she did it when he graduated).

She is not an extrovert and full of positive energy, just somehow became friends with the canon characters because of mc🤣 And yeah, they are only her friends. In this canon, she is both a quidditch player and prefect. Because of her kickass and protective over bullied students, Professor Sprout then came and asked her to be one. My girl is too tired here so the now canon, she is not😂 About quidditch player, she is a chaser, but gained the role in year 2. (Because I want big bro and lil sis fought against each other in matches🤣)

Anddd she has 2 other handsome boi by her side! (Didn't think of the names too since they have a bit of role here😂)

The first one has Dani's mom as a godmother. He is a Slytherin and 4 years older than her, 1 year younger than Ras. He is a French pureblood boy and a prefect. Acting like Dani's brother, he always fight with Ras, the real one, that he took care of Dani better than him (Nerd vs Jock, also Sly vs Gryff🤣)

The second one is the son of her dad's bff. He is 3 years older than her and studied at Durmstrang. His dad is a former curse breaker which now works at Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. Dani spend time there when she was young (after her mom died) while her dad is at work. She has the portkey to here at her house, so when her dad finished his work, he went there to pick her up. This also the reason why Bill and Charlie are in her closest friend list. She took them, mc and Barnaby there in the summer break at year 5. So Charlie can meet the dragons and Bill will take about curse breaking with her dad's bff and his son, which he also wanted to be the curse breaker, also share their knowledge from both schools.

Back to the main story, Dani help mc with the vault and almost die in year 6. Her protective dad then sent her to study at IIvermorny. She graduated and became an auror there. Just at the beginning of the war, she came back and fought with the Order.

About the relationship with Barnaby ;

My headcanon about Barnaby is that he is not that naive. What did you expect the one who lives in that kind of family? To be that pure bean?...I mean, I thought he had been taught to be the proper person like other pureblood familes. JC made him to be too dumb, smh. (Now beat me Barnaby stan) I don't know how to describe him in my canon, but he seems to be less puppy or innocent bean. He still be a cute pure boy, but less and a bit quiet preserved boy. Like, he did that only with his friends.

Dani and Barn became friends in year 2. She just somehow found him stuggle with some assignment and help him. They usually met at the black lake and took care of the creatures together. She has a crush on him in year 4, but didn't make a move. Meanwhile Barnaby liked her since year 2, but noticed that fact in year 3 at the vault. He is the one who asked her to go to the celestial ball with him. And after that Dani just freaked out and avoided him (she also did that in Artenique😂) because she is a shy ass and doesn't sure that Barnaby really likes her or just because they are in a good term and he is just mixed up the feeling. He then came to her and yeah, they ended up together.

At year 6 when she almost died, she didn't tell him about the exchange at Ilvermorny. She doesn't want him to wait for her and better let him have a relationship with other than a long distance one. (No, I just wanted an angst okay?)

They met again at The Leaky Cauldron after 5 years. Danique in short hair, sitting at the counter alone, was being flirted by some drunk wizard. Barnaby helpped the girl and found out to be his first love. She apologized to him and they became friends again. After Harry killed Voldy aka the war ended, they were there and he asked her if they can be together again since he still loves her. And the story end here, they have 3 kiddos which are....

Didn't think of their names but ;

The first born is the cute Hufflepuff boi

The second one is sass Slytherin, threaten someone with cold smile

The last one is shy Gryffindor bc why not?

That's all. If you read till the end, thank you so much for interesting in my silly idea *bow*

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Wondering how you decided to characterize the Regulus-Marauders relationships in LMV? Really love that fic btw :)

i’m glad someone asked bc i make no secret of the fact that writing said relationships (or interactions, more accurately) is one of my very fav parts about writing LMV- i’m pretty sure i’ve answered something similar but i have no qualms doing it again. i’ll put it under the cut so i can do them one at a time.

lily: lily is probably my very fav of the regulus interactions, for a variety of reasons. lily, remus and james are all three predisposed to be friendly and kind towards strangers and/or their enemies (unlike regulus and his brother lol), but lily is the person whose kindness is one of her (very few) defined traits in canon, and it’s set in stone that she has a high tolerance for bullshit, so obviously she’s the one who is going to be most unfazed by regulus’ antics and just continue to be faultlessly polite and sympathetic around him. on the other hand, lily has 0 tolerance for death eater bullshit specifically, esp after the snape experience, so she will not hesitate to sharply reprimand regulus whenever he says something even remotely anti-muggle. this means that on balance regulus is hard-pressed to find anything to complain about with her other than the fact she won’t let him be racist towards her, and especially given his recent moral quandaries he feels more chastised than he’d like to admit on the latter point. and lily is not just kind- she’s also a very clever, capable and charming witch, with none of james’ more annoying traits nor remus’ cynicism, and regulus just increasingly likes her a lot while kind of attempting to pedal back on it. lily, on the other hand, beyond her refusal to put up with any bigotry, has a particular soft spot for difficult siblings trying to make amends, and beyond that also finds regulus quite cute in certain regards- his obvious attachment to sirius, his newfound bambi act around anything muggle, his very real concern for kreacher, his transparent reluctance to befriend them. also she enjoys a bit of slytherin snark, amidst all of her gryffindor boys. basically lily gently bullies regulus by simply not leaving him be to stew in his self-indulgent pureblood angst and regulus is helpless to it. down the line, since regulus is canonically kind of a fanboy type (hello posters) he will become a staunch lily stan who spends 50% of their conversations trying to convince her to divorce james because she could do better (and silently deploring the fact she didn’t choose him as a token slytherin friend instead of severus snape). i imagine the absolute outrage of shifting his schoolboy admiration from lord voldemort to lily is one no one ever lets him (or voldemort) live down; lily takes it in stride, since he’s not even close to the most questionable admirer she’s ever had. 

remus: in some ways remus and regulus’ relationship covers a lot of the same beats as lily and regulus’ - remus is also a blood aberration in the eyes of pureblood society, and also infinitely more patient with regulus’ various suspicions and barbs than he deserves. the main distinction is just that remus is less trusting- both because he lacks lily’s sibling angle to lend him sympathy, and because he’s more skeptical on the subject of personal loyalties impacting moral compasses. he’s also less willing to confront regulus’ bad takes because unlike lily remus is not comfortable with his lycantrophy and in part feels the bigotry towards werewolves is deserved, having internalised much of it and living in fear of his capacity to harm others across much of canon. as with sirius (or any of their other friends), remus is also the most observant of the gang, so he can read regulus best, which regulus (as a keen-eyed slytherin himself) is uncomfortably aware and suspicious of. these elements all add a level of strain to their relationship that doesn’t exist with lily and regulus. beyond that, however, remus is of course faultlessly civil, and his teaching instincts mean that in practice he does a lot of the quiet helping regulus privately appreciates the most- pretends to check cupboards out loud so regulus doesn’t have to ask where things go, repeats well-known details to himself within earshot of him, unobtrusively shuffles sirius’ bookshelves around so regulus has things to read. despite his suspicions regulus would pick him to spend time with any day, even fully aware of the fact remus can and will needle him into a seemingly mild debate about some facet of pureblood doctrine after a couple of hours of companionable silence. remus isn’t quite so indulgent of regulus as lily is, but he privately suspects he’s growing on him, because remus sees the good in people despite himself and also sees the black in regulus. he’s a smart kid, anyways, and it’s nice sometimes to have someone around that’s just a little less *handwaves* than the rest of the group, and someone else that does the watching. regulus just wishes remus’ general perceptive doubt didn’t have a massive sirius-(and james-)shaped blindspot, and maybe also that he didn’t look quite so contemplative whenever sirius threatens to feed him to the wolves.

james: james and regulus’ relationship is obviously the funniest of the bunch. i simply do not believe there is any way regulus could not have loathed james with every fibre of his grudge-holding being. and it’s not just the deep dark regulus-intro-chapter thing about james being very literally the one to turn sirius decisively away from his family, or the fact that for regulus’ last two years of school he had to put up with the fact sirius lived with james, or even the fact james was so archetypal of everything he’d been taught to revile as a smarmy blood traitor of the highest class. no, it’s also just that james is obnoxious- at least from the bitter perspective of a middle-schooler whose beloved older brother has unceremoniously ditched him for some loudmouth arrogant gryffindor who struts around hogwarts like he owns it and beats regulus’ quidditch team and makes a big show of thwarting his attempts to catch the snitch while he does it, winking up at the stands where sirius sits howling with laughter all the time. there is no living being on earth regulus can’t stand more than james potter. and james, of course, is thoroughly bewildered by this, because regulus is kind of civil with lily and remus despite his bigotry, and warming up to his brother, but if james so much as breathes remus looks like he wants to club him to death with an antique vase. so then it’s this whole cycle of adversity where james ‘why would someone not like me’ potter only grows more determined to get in regulus’ good books in the face of his loathing, and regulus is having a conniption bc james just won’t stop being friendly and helpful. and james fundamentally is a sirius simp (lol) and also canonically The most trusting and idealistic of the bunch, so he is staunchly in the regulus redemption camp, which makes it all the harder for regulus to just oppose everything he says in principle. not to mention james is genuinely a personable guy, who will do shit like recall some of regulus’ better quidditch plays or remember the names of people in his year regulus hung out with you, and regulus is just. suffering. beyond the inexplicable loathing james finds him very entertaining (duh, it’s sirius’ kid brother) and somewhat like a debutante who just needs to blossom into an order member; he’s the one who most regularly engages with regulus’ inflammatory statements because he’s the one who’s most willing to believe he’ll change (and also because he has years of experience telling sirius that you can’t just say that, mate, where the hell did you hear that from?). regulus hates him, and also hates himself for kind of very much definitely seeing why sirius is so into him. bastard. 

also, i’m not really going into sirius here because LMV itself already does so much, but like. they’re brothers. they love each other wholly. they can (and do) hurt each other like no other. they are very awkwardly trying not to do that on purpose so much. sirius wants very, very badly for regulus to Be Like Him, which regulus resents, but really sirius wants more than anything for regulus to be Good, so they can be on the same side of things again, and regulus doesn’t really know how to handle that (especially bc some part of him very desperately seeks to regain his brother’s approval). it’s a mess but they’re trying. i think it’s esp weird for them bc they never really had a middle ground- in the Before they were inseparable and sirius was the cool older brother who stuck up for regulus as he shadowed him around, and in the After sirius was the family disappointment who couldn’t believe regulus wouldn’t follow in his footsteps and took this out on him as angrily as he could manage while regulus bitterly returned the favour. now they’re sort of at an impasse, trying to relearn the actual people they are rather than what they’ve always been to each other. 

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Hello! I'm really bad at requesting but can I request an angst with Remus x Y/N I have no ideas for it so please do whatever you please and make it really sad because I need to feel something again. 💕

hello, sweetheart! i tried my best to write something sad, hope you enjoy it!

warnings: agnst folks, sad rem :(, i made it with young!remus and a Lestrange!Slytherin!reader bc hmm why not?, it's quite short because i don't like to see my baby wolf sad, english is not my first language, so there would be probably a few mistakes (sorryyy)

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You had been staring at the piece of parchment for the last few hours. It arrived this morning during breakfast and it definitely ruined your day – it was a letter from your family. They almost never sent you letters, unless it was something important, and that made you worry.

You could not believe it, they must be fucking joking. It was unbelievable! Scoffing, you started reading the letter again, groaning at your mother stupid and familiar calligraphy.

“(Y/n),

I was told that you have been around a half blood boy, a Gryffindor and a werewolf! Why in Merlin's name are you hanging around with that kind of filthy people?! I am utterly disgusted by that attitude of yours! You should be extremely ashamed of yourself, as a pure blood and a Slytherin, you should not do such a thing like this!

I hope you know how disappointed and disgusted I am right now, (Y/n) Lestrange! None child of mine will ever be around filthy half bloods, especially be in 'romantic' relationship with them. You better cut off all of your bonds with that freak you call your boyfriend, and don't try to fool me. You know it won't be good for you.

I will await for your letter confirming that you did what I told you to.

- Mother.”

Your mother was crazy if she thought you would do that. Why did she always had to be like this?! Until when would she try to control your life as if you were a puppet?! You really wish you could do whatever you please and stay with Remus, but you knew better than not disobey your mother. The woman is crazy, and you can not afford to infuriate her, you didn't know what she was willing to do to make you her perfect doll.

You knew it would break Remus' heart (and also yours as well), but you didn't have another option. You knew your mother would command your brothers to spy on you, and you couldn't give them one single reason to make your life a hell - more than it already was. You had to do this.

The next day when you were leaving the Slytherin common room, you decided you should do it now. The sooner you do it, the better for you two.

Heading to the Great Hall, you even thought about ignore your mother and stay with Remus, but you spotted Rodolphus and Rabastian looking at you from the Slytherin table, as if threatening you to do it. You had no escape.

With uncertain steps, you approached the Gryffindor table, where Remus and the boys were sitting. He smiled when he saw you and got up to involve you in a tight, warm hug, as he always did, but you stopped him. He furrowed his brows, looking at you with a confused expression.

“Don't ever talk to me again, Lupin.” you said harshly, even though you were fighting the tears that were threatening to roll down your face. “I don't want to be around you anymore.”

He looked at you with teary eyes and you didn't know how hard it was to control your own tears. “W-what happened, love? D-did I do something?” he asked with a broken voice, tears already falling from his eyes. He tried to hold your hands, but you took a step back.

You glanced at the Slytherin table again and saw your brothers smirking. You breathed deeply, turning back to Remus. His face broke your heart in tiny pieces. You couldn't turn back now.

“You didn't do anything, Remus, I just realized the big mistake I made when I accepted going out with a monster like you.” you honestly didn't know how you were able to stand there and not let one single tear roll down your face because of the terrible words you were saying to the purest person you've ever met, the only one who loved you despite your family and saw you the way you actually were. “It's over, please don't talk to me again.”

Sirius and James got up to hold Remus, who was now a crying mess. It killed you inside to know that you made him cry like that, you really really really hated yourself and your mother right now.

“Stay away from Remus, Lestrange, or else I won't mind getting detention for something I probably would do.” Sirius said harshly, looking at you with fire in his eyes. You had never seen Sirius like that, he was always on a good mood and smiling.

You nodded, quietly going to the Slytherin table to sit beside your brothers, who were laughing at Remus. “I hate you two.” you said, angrily placing food on your plate.

It was going to be hard to be without Remus, or his kisses or hugs, without his sweet words. It would be hard, but it was for a good reason.

~

its really short I'm so sorry!!!

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[asrisartarena]

So I'm thinking, maybe some of them are actually brothers and so people kinda expect maybe a family falling out but when they get on regardless of house it's not too surprising they are family. People think that's it, until one of the bro's aka robbie gets the others to join the group and OMG HE BROKE THE HOUSE RIVALRIES I'd say Jameson, Anti and Jackie are not related so we can still ship the couples all we want. OMG I have so much I want to add, I might end up spamming you with asks... Sorry

(Putting this under a read more bc my additions made it Super Long and I don’t wanna clog up everyone’s dashes ghsdfd.)

I see Anti being 2 years above everyone else so he naturally has the threatening and big brother attitude. To stay with all of them for their Hogwarts years he becomes an apprentice for charms, which seems to be the closest thing to computer illusion stuff you know? He’s got a reputation for being a loner even among his fellow slytherins, real tough and uncaring, and then he falls for this little petit firstie and declares Robbie as his, my smol! My baby bro! Now he’s mentor ish to the group

Jackie is muggleborn+his gryffindor tenancies=his want to be a hero. He’s kinda like Hermione with the elves, he sees these things that are really outdated and harmful to people while benefiting the rich and declares to save them. Aka the werewolves and other “half-breeds”. Despite being gryffindor he’s often in the library looking for ways to help others+get stronger, that’s how he meets Marvin. He grew up with Spiderman and he hopes he can find the magic equivalent, maybe even broomless flight

I literally just finished writing one about Jackie and I’ve forgotten if I pressed ask or back by mistake oh well. Marvin grew up with magic, he’s also a prodigy in that once he sees something done and has the power to do it himself he can get it down in one or two tries. He reads a lot because he wants to be there for his family, to know what to do in any situation aka Mom Friend. He sees Jackie in the library looking for something and goes to help since he knows the library well, etc etc

Oooh maybe Schneep could be older than Anti and is apprentice-shipping under the nurse, and so is around and learning medicine. He’s quite knowledgeable and can treat many injuries already, it just takes many years of practice before he can be certified and where better than the school his accident prone brothers are. Poor Robbie is in every other day if not daily He’s everyone’s favourite in the infirmary, cause he gives lollipops out if you’re good, and everyone no matter how old loves lollipops

Angus is the Charlie Weasley of the family, he’s super into Care of Magical Creatures, spends a lot of time in the forest, *whispers but you didn’t hear that from me 😜 no particular animals he likes more he loves all animals equally. He could maybe have an ability like parseltongue but more universal, beastspeak? Idk, something like that. He doesn’t interact much with anyone other than his brothers and their very close friends, except KotS maybe if we’re mixing them together

Shawn has a passion for transfiguration, or more accurately conjuration. The idea of creating something from something else is fascination, and making it appear from nothing even more so. It’s alchemy and the like that he’s truly interested in but this and a mix of charms is as close as he’ll get unless he can find a mentor to work under after the 7 years at Hogwarts. He’s painfully awkward with others, only paying attention to what he’s making, which he’s doing 24/7 sleep is for the week

Jameson ooh I could go angst and say its mute from an abusive muggleborn household, whether selectively mute or was beaten and damaged his vocal chords. Or he has these cool family bloodline powers which took his voice as compensation, like you have this but that means we have to take something. Maybe a seer or a conjurer, He sees this lonely guy and wants to make him less lonely. He persistently bugs Shawn until they become friends etc

Chase is the second or 3rd eldest. Old enough to have a serious relationship and a heartbreaking fall out. He genuinely love Stacy, gave her his all, but she broke up with him when he refused to stop spending time with his brothers (aka Robbie, Stacy hated him, thought him a freak) he wouldn’t, as he’s super close. Luckily she left at the end of Robbie’s 1st year so he wasn’t bullied or anything. Chase becomes super attached to Robbie afterwards OMG brilliant idea give me a sec

I’ll do Robbie now then the idea. Robbie is the youngest, and his story is kinda sad. All of the brothers were playing in the woods behind their house when it happened. The older siblings were climbing and Robbie tried to join in but fell and hit his head hard enough to kill him. Accidental magic from all of the sibling somehow brought him back but he lost his memories so he’s even younger mentally, as he lost 8/9 years aka he has the young mindset he has in your world

These are all so good holy shit?? Jackie being a muggleborn Gryffindor with a hero complex is super fitting too omg. 

I kind of think Jameson would just be born mute without any real drastic reason behind it? Like yeah there are spells that could probably give him a voice, but he actually prefers to be mute and he’d rather it stay that way and oooh idk if sigils are a thing in the HP universe but maybe a lot of his spells can be him drawing sigils in the air with his wand instead of speaking them?? Idk that’d be super interesting if that would work in the HP universe.

I also see Chase actually being one of the younger ones?? Like Stacy was his first love and they were young and stupid kids in love that just ended up not working for each other, and Stacy ended up being super controlling and that’s when Chase had to break it off.

I adore any version of Anti being the most protective and the closest with Robbie, and Jameson being Shawn’s first super close friend-turned-lover. Like these two happy-go-lucky sunshine Hufflepuffs being closest to some of the most closed-off and intimidating students is the Good Shit and totally my aesthetic.

[wind-in-the-weirwoods]

Hogsmeade, Chapter 1

A/N:  hello friends I got inspired to write the Harry Potter AU I didn’t know I wanted.  I haven’t thought this out too much so brace for some errors. because it’s my AU, Harry is of Indian descent and Hermione is Black (she hasn’t appeared in this chapter, but may show up later. we’ll see. mainly I want to make that very clear right now)

idk how long this is gonna be bc I’m just flying along while I’ve got the energy to put these ideas into writing, so please just enjoy it for whatever it turns out to be

thanks for reading!

Jon Snow looked out at the Forbidden Forest and sighed.  The Owlery was Hogwarts’ highest point, and one of his favorites.  He could see for kilometers from up there, the forest spread out before him.  He knew all the landmarks – the lake, the groundskeeper’s hut, the fierce old Willow – but his sight was drawn to what lay beyond.  Smoke rose invitingly from the chimneys of Hogsmeade far off in the distance.

Jon sighed again and looked away, bending to draw a stiff-haired brush from its bucket of steaming water.  He lifted his wand and paused, then put it back in its place at his belt.  He adjusted the thick yellow-and-black scarf at his neck and brooded.

Lord Stark’s advice had been clear:  working hard was good for one’s character.  Cleaning the Owlery with magic would have been the smart thing to do, but sometimes Jon needed to work with his hands and feel it in his back.

He set to scrubbing. His fifth year had been a whirlwind so far, stuffed to the gills with difficult coursework and responsibilities as one of his House’s leading lads.  His favorite outlet for expressing frustration, Quidditch, had even eluded him thanks to Gryffindor’s new seeker; the talented second-year was coming into his own and had dealt Hufflepuff a heartbreaking defeat.

Jon, a beater, had sat helplessly and watched as the Potter boy outraced their own seeker in pursuit of the snitch.  The thin lad was even nearly as good at scowling from a balcony as Jon was; they had passed each other on the castle walls as Jon was ascending, the bespectacled Indian having likely sent off a letter by owl-post.  Jon couldn’t escape him.

So here he was now, angsting in the turrets of the Owlery with a bucket of soap.

His best friend Sam had promised to help later after he was finished tutoring first-years for the day.

“Honestly, Jon, why go through the trouble?” Sam had questioned while seated in the common room hours before. He had leaned in from the armchair he slouched, and whispered, “Do you not remember the automation charm?  I can go over it with you again.”

Jon’s cheeks burned. “I know how to do it.  It’s just something I’ve got to do.”

Sam shrugged and reached for a thick book.  “If you say so.  Still,” he licked his finger and turned quickly through the pages, “all those stairs, all that scrubbing.  There’s better uses for your time.”

At that Jon had stood up and muttered something impolite.  He turned and stalked away.

Sam sniffed placidly and began to read.  “It’s your time.”

Jon had cleaned the first three rows in the Owlery and just started the third when he heard soft footsteps approaching.  His shoulders rose and fell before he turned, wind whipping the dark curls framing his face into a frenzy.

He had started to speak but his voice caught in his throat and his thoughts froze.  Sansa Stark approached, dark robes clutched tightly against the wind.  The witch’s eyes darted from the foamy brush in Jon’s hand to his unruly hair, then settled inquisitively on his face.

They knew each other, though not well.  Sansa’s younger sister Arya had joked that Jon was their American cousin, though that wasn’t quite right.  Jon’s father, some Muggle businessman in New York, had never acknowledged him before his mother’s death so he had been adopted by her distant family back in Edinburgh as a young boy.

Jon’s potential for magic had emerged not long after, quelling any fears that he may have been born a Squib.  Lord Ned Stark, a prominent voice in the Ministry of Magic, had raised Jon as his own. That met with varying success in the family:  Sansa’s brother Robb embraced Jon unquestioningly, as did her other siblings. But she took after her cold mother Cat and had always given Jon a wide berth.  He had silently preferred it to outright distaste.

“Hello,” Sansa greeted cautiously.

Jon replied too quickly, cutting her off.  “Hey. Why are you up here?”

The tall girl collected her thoughts.  “I was looking for you.  Sam Tarly said you would be moping up here.”

Jon seethed.  “Well, he’s right.”

Sansa had not yet moved from her spot atop the stairs, but she raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jon aside. The gesture seemed owlish to him. “Why?

“It’s something your lord father always said,” Jon answered slowly, dropping the brush into the bucket and shaking his hands dry.  He crossed the room and knelt to collect some of the dried straw, tossing the rubbish into a sack.

“I know what he said about working hard,” Sansa replied coolly, following Jon as he cleaned. “But why this?”

He paused before speaking. “When I was in my second year, old Professor Aemon caught Sam and me in some mischief or another.  He had us help him clean the Owlery twice a month for detention.”  Jon lifted a hand, index and middle fingers outstretched.  “It still needs cleaning, and I need something to keep myself busy. So two birds, one stone, you know?” He closed his fist for emphasis, but had to brush his long hair away.  It was beginning to annoy him.

Sansa digested that for a moment and waved towards the stairs.  “Well, could you step out with me?  It’s dirty in here.”  The wind howled and her brow furrowed.  “And it’s loud.”

“I’ve been cleaning,” Jon protested, but she took him by the wrist and stepped down into the staircase, protected from the northern winds.

Safe from the elements, Sansa faced Jon with an inscrutable expression.  “We’re going to Hogsmeade this Saturday.”

Jon blinked in surprise. “You and Margaery?”  The Tyrell heiress was nearly inseparable from Sansa, the politician’s daughter, especially in public.  Even if Slytherin prefects did not usually escort Ravenclaws to and from their classes, chattering happily all the while.

That got Sansa to drop her façade.  She rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply.  “Hardly. She is going with Robb.  And you’re going with me.”

“She’s with Robb?” That was newsworthy, at the least. How hadn’t he told Jon?

Sansa was tentative, but the exasperation never left her voice.  “Well, not with him.  But I’ve seen the way she looks at him.  Now they’ve gotten a date, and I suppose it’s only a matter of time.”

Jon leaned against the mortared wall.  He hadn’t realized how tired he’d gotten, having spent most of the morning in the Owlery. What time was it?

Sansa looked at him strangely.  Almost nervously, but that couldn’t be right?  It occurred to Jon suddenly that he’d gone longer than was appropriate without responding to her.

“Right, then, so Margaery’s going to Hogsmeade with Robb.  And we’re going too?”

Relief flashed across Sansa’s face so quickly Jon doubted if it truly had.  She spoke confidently in a rush: “We are.  I’ve already reserved the carriage and ordered breakfast for the ride into the village, we’ll have more time to shop that way.”

Jon’s voice was apprehensive.  “Who is ‘we’? Arya and Bran can’t go yet, they’re just in their second year.”

Sansa’s lips were set in a firm line and Jon tried not to pay them much attention.  “We are,” frustration edged in as she stressed the first word, “you and I.  The day passes are addressed to Sansa and Jon.”

Jon blinked. “That’s,” he searched for a word, lost, “that’s specific.”

“Yes,” Sansa said through gritted teeth, “so you’ll be ready?”

“Um,” Jon replied.

“We’ll just be doing some shopping,” Sansa explained soothingly, “and some eating, we can find lunch in the village.  And maybe some drinking.”  Her eyes sparkled and Jon failed to look away.

Jon was still stammering. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

Sansa stared at him hard, blue eyes intense.  “It sounds nice,” she answered flatly.

Jon’s mind was racing now. “It really does,” he insisted, “I need to do some shopping anyway.  I’m out of yarn, and this scarf has been fraying,” he tugged at it helpfully to display the loose ends.

“You knit?”  Her voice fell to a bizarre tone of confused approval.

“I do, Gilly taught me some years ago.  It’s taken me time, but it’s not so hard once you get into rhythm…”

“I know how to knit, Jon.” Sansa shook her head slowly.  “I don’t know that you know anything.  I’ll see you Saturday morning, and remember not to worry about breakfast.”

She spun and descended the stairs, leaving Jon shaken and alone with his bucket.  “What just happened?”

*

Sansa sat at Ravenclaw’s House table in the Great Hall, absentmindedly listening to her friends Jeyne, Sheila, and Mya argue about something or another.  She reached for a lemon-crusted scone when it was intercepted by a green-jeweled hand.

“Hello, best friend!” Margaery slipped into the vacant seat beside Sansa and offered her the pastry.  “Really, love, you’ll turn into a lemon if you eat them everyday.”

Sansa snatched it away wordlessly and took a bite.  Margaery laughed and playfully nudged her shoulder.  “Don’t be so sour,” she warned lightheartedly.

Slytherin’s favorite daughter sitting at the Ravenclaw table had drawn attention in the past, but Margaery’s continued pushing on that boundary had lessened its impact.  Now even her most jaded critics suspected she genuinely liked the Stark girl.

“If you want sweetness,” Sansa said, then paused to placidly sip her pumpkin juice, “you should see my brother Robb.”

Margaery’s eyes nearly sparkled.  “And why would he be so sweet to me?”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Sansa said while staring hard at her dinner plate.

Margaery tapped a nail thoughtfully against the wood table.  “He’s sweet to my eyes, sure.  But he’s interested?”

“Of course he is,” Sansa answered, forcing herself not to answer so quickly, “why would I bring it up if he wasn’t?”

The hazel-eyed girl nodded, counting off each point against her fingers.  “Slytherin and Gryffindor.  Two prefects of opposing Houses.  A year’s gap in ages.  It has the makings of something scandalous.”

Troubled, Sansa turned and looked Margaery eye-to-eye.  “Not that you’re seeking to start a scandal.”

“Of course not,” Margaery replied softly, placing a comforting hand on Sansa’s, “I just have to be aware of these things, given our families’ standing.  Of course you understand.”

She knew that all too well. “Of course,” Sansa agreed, “but you really should speak with him.  He’s free this Saturday.”

Something playful danced across Margaery’s expression.  “Why isn’t he telling me this himself?”

That was because Sansa had coerced Robb into cooperation, threatening to tell their mother why he had really stayed at school for Christmas holiday during his fourth year. Things hadn’t worked out between him and Alys, but Robb still didn’t want those details reaching home.

“He wanted me to test the waters,” Sansa lied helpfully.  In truth, Robb wasn’t at all opposed to Margaery’s affections.  She was as pleasant as anyone could be, much less a Slytherin, though he didn’t know as much of her as he would have liked before agreeing to distract her for a day.

Sansa could dispatch Sheila and Jeyne easily enough, and Mya was quick to take a hint.  But Margaery had been a more-difficult nut to crack, and Sansa found herself elated at the scheme working out.

“I’ll have to call on him, then,” Margaery said sweetly.  She stood and stepped lightly away, gracefully navigating the crowd of dining students.

Sansa took another bite of the lemon scone and savored it.  This contrived trip to Hogsmeade may work out for them all after all.  But her goals were lower than most – not that she dismissed the difficulty of it.  If she could get the dour Jon Snow to smile just once, all this scheming would be worth it.

[chokememrstark]

For the SPN ask game: 12, 14, 16, 22, 25, 45, and 50. For the Hogwarts question, I think I'll pick more than one character - Charlie, Lucifer, Sam, aannddd Adam! If you don't mind?

So many questions, feel hugged dear :D Now for the answers!

12: I’m not usually one to genderbend, but I would love to see good genderbent XD it would be so hilarious if Alanis Morisette would one day show up as god, I would die with this reference 😂

14: Bobby! Not that I hate John, but Bobby is my all-time favorite dad on the show.

16: it’s been a while already, but it still haunts me. Stairway to Heaven, one of the best and most intense Samifer fics I’ve ever read and I can only recommend it to everyone. Also, Milton’s Diner and second service by @brieflymaximumprincess is the fluffiest Fic ever, good medicine when one feels sad.

22: let’s see…

- Lucifer is 100% a Slytherin.- Sam is either a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw, he’d probably choose Gryffindor though, bc his brother is there too XD - Charlie is difficult, but I would go with Gryffindor too for her.- And Adam is a Hufflepuff (and is constantly underestimated by everyone or forgotten)

25: Ask everyone, I prefer writing angst. It always slips in somehow xD I love reading both tho, depends on the mood.

45: DO NOT BLAME EVERY FRIGGIN THING ON SAM, that’s what I would change. Damn this really pisses me off, Sam is constantly the black sheep everything is blamed on…

50: The first character I loved was Dean, tbh. Until this handsome devil made an appearance and blew me away… That was around the same time my brother focused switched from Dean to Sam bc I realized I understand him so much more and want to protect him.