#but you’re not gonna change my mind about ron

[maxdibert]

Well, that’s not it at all. I mean, I have no problem with you commenting or responding to debate my opinion or politely pointing things out. But you came here to insult and project your personal insecurities about the fandom, half-reading things, putting words in my mouth that I never said, or outright inventing and assuming my preferences just to falsely validate a clumsy attempt at an argument that’s nothing more than a childish and angry tantrum because someone doesn’t share your tastes.

I mean, you even assume Draco is somehow super important to me when I’ve said multiple times on my blog that I’m fond of him, but not that much. Anyway, girl, think and do whatever you want; I really don’t care. You’re the one who seems unable to sleep at night because people ship Hermione with someone who isn’t Ron. Maybe take an Alprazolam and get some rest to see if that over-the-top fanatical rage of yours goes away, because wow, what a thing you’ve got going on. Honestly, it’s even funny because it’s like, ????? When did I ever say that???? When did I argue that???? You have a creative gift; make good use of it.

i saw that you used to read dramione fics and cool with hermione/krum

do you think that as a romantic ship ron is not a match with hermione? or any thoughts on ron weasley in general?

For me, the dynamic is everything in a ship. I have very specific preferences when it comes to the kind of dynamic that hooks me between two characters or the types of personalities I like. Enemies to Lovers has always been something I really enjoy, mainly because I’m a sucker for drama. I mean, I love the hard stuff: different worlds, countries at war, opposing political/social positions. The characters don’t necessarily need to be enemies, but there has to be some element that puts them on opposite sides and creates drama.

I also really love power couples—characters who are both A+ in the same field, complement each other to become even more brilliant, and have this push-and-pull dynamic with unresolved sexual tension.

In general, I’m very into the idea of two characters who have lived a lot, come from vastly different backgrounds, have been through a lot of crap, and then suddenly meet, and bam! It’s almost like a coincidence because they wouldn’t normally have crossed paths, but they do, and something unexpected comes out of it. That’s the kind of feeling I just don’t get from childhood friends to lovers. It’s something that bores me so much. I know it’s a trope many people enjoy, and I understand why, but to me, it feels super bland. Even more so if one of the characters doesn’t seem to deserve the other, like Ron, who, to me, acts like a jerk to Hermione several times. Plus, his family feels like some kind of cult.

Honestly, I think Hermione should’ve married someone in her 30s—maybe a politician or someone highly intellectual who could challenge her mentally. I picture her as a modern 21st-century woman, not just another Weasley baby-maker. I really can’t stand the Weasleys in general; they seem super toxic and have this traditional family dynamic that repels me. I firmly believe Hermione and Ron would have ended up divorcing before their 40s, once their two kids were at Hogwarts and they were left alone at home without them.

But to answer your question more directly: No, I think Ron is a boring match for Hermione. There’s no tension, just silly and childish arguments. There’s no passion, no je ne sais quoi. At least Viktor/Hermione is cute. I like it for that reason. Krum is this international star but super introverted, chased by all the girls, and suddenly he notices the one who doesn’t care about him and asks her out before anyone else. I think it’s adorable. A wholesome teenage romance that makes you smile. But honestly, since the fourth book, Ron has grossed me out in general. I see zero chemistry between him and Hermione. I imagine them having super mediocre sex, honestly, lol.

[marypaol]

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Harry James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Slowly throughout your years of Hogwarts, and if the other person looks at the same time, you see your soulmate’s image in the mirror.

Warnings: Mention of Dementors? And kissing- that’s all??

Note: Wrote a soulmate one for Draco, now it’s Harry’s turn!

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[Story ends at Fifth Year]

First Year (Age: 11)

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“This is stupid, Ron.” Harry found himself muttering, staring at his untidy hair in the mirror. His reflection seemed to be mocking the boy, each second making him want to look away.

“No it’s not.” Ron insisted, staring at his bright red hair, freckles and all. He looked just like the rest of his family: flame-like hair and freckles scattering his cheeks.

“It kinda is, especially since we’ve been looking at ourselves for 10 minutes. I think I look okay, but I swear I saw my nose change form and I don’t know what it actually looks like anymore.”

Ron finally tore his eyes off the mirror, turning towards Harry. He titled his head, scanning his friend for a split second. He shrugged. “Looks like your nose to me. Not that I stare at your nose when I talk to you.”

“You’re doing it right now.” Harry replied instantly, unable to stop the grin pulling at his lips.

“Shove off, will ya? You asked.” Ron answered. Harry laughed.

Ron ended the daily mirror session with crossed arms, a grumble forming on his mouth as he sat on his bed in a dramatic way. “Never gonna see her.” He muttered.

Harry shrugged, and, with one last hopeful look in the mirror, joined Ron on his bed, legs dangling off it.

“Sure it’s fine- we just have to look at the same time.”

Ron scoffed at Harry’s attempt at assurance. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen. You’d really think girls stare at themselves in the mirror all day.”

Harry once again shrugged, not really educated on the behavior of girls. When he saw a pretty one he’d stare for a while and go pink in the ears, but look away before she could notice.

“I couldn’t know, Ron.”

“Whatever. Come on, we have to go see what Hermonie’s up to. Reading a a ten million paged book I ‘spect.”

Second Year (Age: 12)

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“I think I look about normal now, how about you?”

Harry was looking at himself in the mirror, watching the last of the transformation from one of Draco’s disgusting friends back to his normal self. Ron’s ear was still a little big but they both watched it slowly shrink.

“‘Bout back to normal. That was weird.”

Harry couldn’t help but agree, but he also couldn’t help but look at his normal face for a bit longer than usual, trying to catch a glance at her.

“Lookin’ for her again?” Ron figured, raising a brow as he looked at Harry from the corner of his eye, now looking at the mirror too.

“Yeah… but it’s no use.” Harry decided, looking away. Ron went up to the stall Hermione was in, and let’s just say what was happening definitely distracted Harry from the mirror.

Third Year (Age: 13)

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“We’ll bring you lots of sweets, Harry.” Hermione promised, looking pitiful at the boy while her and Ron got ready to head to Hogsmeade. Ron nodded, eager to leave but still look like he felt bad.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Loads.”

Harry bid them goodbye and started to wander around the castle, the Marurders map in his hands as he looked at where everyone was. The dots moved frantically as people made their way about, each labeled with a name so Harry could see everyone on the grounds.

He went to his dormitory first, setting the map down temporarily before glancing at the mirror recklessly. He knew she was probably at Hogsmeade right now, giggling with friends as they shopped for candy after candy so looking at a mirror was the last thing on her mind. He wondered what she looked like, and the more he stared at himself instead of her the more he wanted to know.

“Come on,” he muttered, watching his lips move in the reflection. “Just look in the mirror.”

Oh but she was. Just never at the same time as he.

Forth Year (Age: 14)

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“Harry Potter.”

Harry wanted the ground to swallow him. Every pair of eyes were on him, his cheeks turning a soft red. Hermione shoving him brought him out of his trance, encouraging him to go up to Dumbledore.

He stood up in wobbly legs, making his way to the Headmaster. The man handed him the piece of paper that had “Harry Potter” written on it, and gestured Harry to go to the back room with the rest of the champions.

The boy did so, meeting Cedric, Fleur, and Krum’s confused gazes, their eyebrows furrowed.

He stood there hopelessly, watching as people around him decided what they should do.

The dread news of having to compete was high, so high that he didn’t notice the mirror on the other side of the room. If he looked into it, for just a glance of time, he would’ve noticed sparkling eyes and bit lips, longing for a glimpse of him.

-

“Good luck, Harry.”

Harry turned around, the sweat on his hand almost causing his wand to slip out onto the ground. The girl stood in front of him, twiddling with her fingers but she still had a kind hopeful smile on her lips.

Harry couldn’t help but smile back even though he didn’t know her.

“I hope you do well.” She added. Harry’s smile stayed the same, constant and genuine. “Thanks,” he replied. “I’m gonna need all the luck I can get.”

She smiled a little wider, making straight eye contact for the first time in their conversation, since she was too nervous before so she avoided his gaze. His bright green eyes connected with her soft ones, and Harry didn’t fail to notice the gentle flush that spread on her cheeks. What he did fail to notice was that her eyes would be vaguely familiar if he just looked in the mirror .

Fifth Year (Age: 15)

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“Okay, everybody. Today we’re gonna learn about the Patronus Charm, which fights off a Dementor. In order to cast it, you have to think of a happy memory. Very powerful and strong. Think of the happiest moment in your life, and keep it clear in your mind.” Harry instructed, watching everyone wave their wands, happy moments in time flooding their thoughts.

The girl, far in the back, thought back to when she met Harry’s eyes, longing for the reflection of herself in them, hoping they’d be meant to be. It was too bright outside that day to tell, but the moment burned in her mind every day since then, the beauty green in his eyes taking the time to look at her, the moment she felt special.

The picture of him alone and his bright eyes was pictured in her mind, just like every day, but clearer for this moment.

“Expecto Patronum!”

A mighty clever fox whispered out of her wand tip, legs taking a stretch as it ran around her, causing a soft giggle to escape her lips.

“Fantastic!”

His voice rang in her ears, and she looked at him, the blurry whip of the silver fox being ignored as she scanned the room for the acknowledgement. Her shoulders sank a little when she found out he was talking to Neville instead, eyes leaving him and landing back on her fox who was still running in circles around her.

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“Thanks for helping me clean.” Hermione told Harry, some things around them knocked over after the practice of the Accio Charm, a charm casted to bring a desired object to the wand owners hand.

“Of course.” Harry responded, watching Hermione leave as she soon said she had to use the restroom.

“Have you seen her yet?”

Harry flinched at the second voice, turning to see the girl who wished him luck before the First Task, staring hopelessly in the mirror.

He walked over to her, watching her eyes scan the mirror, noticing how she was biting her lip. Her eyes were sparkling despite the emotion that seemed to be crowding them.

“Nope; been trying since First Year, in fact.”

Harry looked into the mirror at the exact moment she turned away and looked at him in disbelief. “Really? First Year? I thought I was the only one.”

Harry chuckled, glancing at her face.“Well I didn’t know about it until my friend Ron told me.”

It was then it was silent, Harry not seeming to be able to look away from her eyes. She then smiled tightly, looking back at the mirror. He followed suit, looking at the same reflective surface as her, behind her shoulder.

He then saw no one but himself despite her looking too, then her face clear next to him, every detail but she seemed clear as a ghost, present but not. The boy blinked, making sure he wasn’t just seeing things, and he wasn’t. She was there, and he was there too in her vision because they both gasped at the same time, soft and surprising.

She looked at him, and he at her.

“All this time…”

“We’ve already knew each other…” he finished.

“That’s crazy.” She muttered, this time looking at him instead of the mirror.

He cleared his throat but didn’t make an effort to look away nonetheless. “So, did you accomplish the Accio Charm?”

“Yeah…” she muttered, more like whispered, her eyes moving down to his lips but looked back up to his eyes, her own swirling with something but Harry couldn’t tell what it was.

“Good…” Harry whispered back, taking a step closer.

“Did the Patronus Charm as well.” She added for conversation, since in this moment she couldn’t stand the silence. Harry nodded in acknowledgment, a sign to let her know he heard her, but they both knew he was half listening, his gaze on her mouth as well.

“Why’d you ask?” She found herself asking, not having the courage to lean in first, though if she could make any wish in the world at the moment it would be for the courage to do so.

“Just wondering…..” Harry muttered, breaking the space between them, soft lips touching hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of his lips and face against hers surrounding her being and thoughts. His lips were smooth and soft, like pillows that she was laying on.

He broke apart first though, but only to turn his head to get a better angle, leaning in again as they found a soft gentle rhythm.

She dropped her wand, the clatter startling neither of them as her hands went up to his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, fingers diving into his hair, a soft sigh escaping him at the sensation.

They came apart for air, their lips still brushing against each other as they longed for the long lasting contact. She licked her lips, her tongue accidentally touching his briefly, another soft sigh coming out of his mouth.

This moment didn’t feel real to her, someone so special didn’t deserve her, but he was there and that was his choice; she could hardly believe it.

“We should go to the Common Room…”

Harry muttered against her mouth.

“Yeah… we should…” she replied, but neither of them made an effort to move away from each other, in fact their lips connected again, moving in softer movements than before, but the strong feeling in her chest was all the same.

[lunajay33]

Not Enough?💔

Summary: you and Carl try and make friends and Ron gets jealous and says cruel things about you, will Carl protect you?

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You’ve been friends with Carl since well forever, you were Shane’s daughter and when the apocalypse hit he took care of you Lori and Carl, and you’ve been inseparable from Carl since everything went awry

When your dad died you went into a deep depression but Carl was there he brought you back from that ache black pit of despair, and you did the same for him when he had to kill his mom

But now you were all finally in a safe place, well as safe as things could get in a world where there were brain dead people trying to rip your flesh to shreds

Everyone had stayed in two houses next door to eachother, you chose to stay with Daryl, Rick michonne Judith and Carl in the first house you all stayed in as the others moved over to the other house

You were sitting in your room, which was right next to carls when there was a knock

“Come in”

The door opened and it was Carl

“Hey wanna go talk to some of the kids of the town, try and fit in a bit” he asked leaning against the frame

“Sure” you said as you got up and you both left the house

You were walking around town when you saw a few of them you learned to be Ron, Enid and some others

“Hey guys, mind if we join?” Carl asked as we approached

“Sure we were just talking about our first kisses” Enid said laughing

You sat down with them as they continued around the small circle until it got to you

“Well aren’t you gonna tell us?” Ron asked kinda pushy

“Ummm” you looked at Carl nervous so he spoke for you

“We were each others first kiss, I mean we’ve known eachother since birth it was bound to happen” he said laughing off the jitters

You and Carl weren’t offical, you guys never discussed anything but you both knew there were feelings, strong feelings between eachother that ran deep

You both looked at Ron as he scoffed he looked disgusted but honestly kinda jealous for some reason

“Really? You kissed her, even in the apocalypse that’s pretty desperate” your chest felt tight at his words

“What the hell do you mean?” Carl asked you could hear in his tone he was fuming

“Dude come on, she’s not easy to look at, Enid is way prettier” Ron said laughing right at you

You got up and ran back to the house sitting on the porch, that heavy feeling weighing on your chest as you felt that burning in your throat rising as you tried to hold back the tears that inevitably fell down your checks……and they kept coming

You had never really been insecure, growing up with Carl and his reassuring words and the sweet people you grew up around made you feel good, made you feel like you were enough but that all changed when you came to Alexandria

You saw the way Enid looked at Carl and that’s how you started to compare yourself to her, the way she looked, her nose, her body it all came like a blow to you since you never really experienced envy before

As you were deep in that mind numbing toxic state Carl came up to you on the porch stairs as sat beside you as he rubbed your back soothingly

“He’s an ass, don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous”

“Jealous? Jealous of what, he’s right Enid is way better why waste your time with me” you sighed as you looked up at Carl

His heart broke seeing your red puffy face

“Y/n what are you talking about you’re beautiful, you know you’re the only one for me, with your h/c, and your gorgeous e/c eyes, and how you’ve always been my number one supporter through everything”

“Really?”

“Of course I…..I love you y/n, more than anything so stop worrying no one can compare to you” he said brushing you hair back behind your ear

Your heart speed up feeling like it was gonna burst

“I love you too Carl, always”

After that you slowly realized you’re beautiful in your own way and stopped comparing yourself to Enid, and Carl made sure to show you how beautiful you really are

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How did you guys like this story, I’m new to doing stories for Carl for lmk!!:)

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

hullo friend, do you have any wolfstar fanfic recommendations for remus going through the lunar cycle? something like hurt/comfort but not only, just him dealing with all the things that come from being a wolfy

oh boy do I ever! I'm wiggeling in my seat because of this question

(disclaimer, I've been kinda busy the last few weeks so I might come back to this ask later with some more recs lol)

The 39 Steps by gilbertsdoor

Remus hated having to lie, but he could see no other way around it. Closing in on Sirius, he gripped him by the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing it up towards his throat. ‘Alright then. You’re alone in the muggle countryside, wandless, in the dark. You’re manacled to an evil, murderous werewolf, a known killer who doesn’t hold an ounce of pity for your pathetic human life. If that’s what you would rather believe, then by all means,’ he hissed, ‘be my guest.’

One minute Remus is between jobs, isolated, and thoroughly disenfranchised with life, the next he is on the run for murder, being a werewolf-at-large, and for knowing far, far too much.

One minute Sirius Black is a bored auror in training, the next he is caught up with Remus in a mess of secrets and dark magic.

Their lives intertwine, but how long can they keep running from the Death Eaters, and how long can they keep running from themselves?

Harry Potter and the Dog and the Wolf by thewholeofthemoon I live and breathe for this series!) it's very much focused on lycanthropy especially the latest work wich is still a wip but so so so good!

Scent of the Moon by Quietlemonhush this is a little different but very much lycanthropy focused even if it's not always the source of the hurt

Not content to only disown the wayward heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Walburga calls in back up. Bellatrix has all those new friends with their good ideals and their sharp, sharp teeth.

Sirius Black returns to Hogwarts with a bite in his side and a fever he can't shake.

they also have some more smutty wolfstar fics wich feature the lunar cycle if that's more what you are looking for

Dunes and Waters by MarigoldWritesThings ( @marigold-hills ) this is probably the fic most focused on lunar cycles and just the magic theory behind lycanthropy and I also just can't reccomend it enough

Remus is sensitive to changing tides, a part of the moon always with him, and Black is like the sea. He can smell it on him, the way his magic builds up and crackles about the fingertips.

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A werewolf, a convict, and a riddle.

The W in Weasley stands for Werewolf by gonzoclock this one is mostly here for fun werewolf lore I'm not gonna lie

When a werewolf comes out of nowhere and attacks nineteen-year old Arthur Weasley, he thinks his life is over before it's even really begun. He's wrong, of course, and now all of forty years later the Weasley family is thriving, happy, and healthy- and every one of them is a werewolf.

Things are going really well for eleven-year old Ron... except for the part where he has to get through school without anyone finding out his family's secret while simultaneously keeping his new brother alive. Easy-peasy. Right?

(Pay no mind to the one-eyed beast that seems to be lurking in the shadows- it's almost certainly nothing to worry about.)

Features the entire Weasley family adopting Harry Potter practically the second they lay eyes on him (or before that, even); Ron Weasley finding himself being altogether far too nice too slimy gits who don't deserve it; Percy Weasley doing his best; Harry deciding that being enemies with this Malfoy kid is too much work actually; Hermione Granger being as smart and ruthless as ever; Severus Snape who did not, and I repeat, did NOT sign up for ANY of this; and much, much more

By Moonlight by Eiiri this one, as well is mostly here for the werewolf angst, not nessecarily between wolfstar

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn--his parents in prison, his home a crime scene--Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals' and wartime adversaries' family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on, Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light.

but definitely check out these authors! <3

sorry for bad grammar it's late

[callsignthirsty]

this request was made as a part of my 801 follower celebration on another platform and I'm crossposting it here.

nonnie — if you ever end up on tumblr, here it is again.

Pairing: Ron "Slider" Kerner x F!reader Word Count: 897 Warnings: mentioned/alluded p in v Minors DNI

Smut Prompts #1 & #53

Slider isn’t one to waste time, so you’re not startled when he pins you to the wall the second you both make it into your place. It’s been a long nine months since you’ve seen each other, so you’re not complaining as you thread your fingers through his hair and rock onto your tiptoes as Sli pulls you closer.

The hand not in his hair holds him tight enough that your fist aches, knuckles bleached white. Loathe to let him go so soon after he’s gotten home. Slider isn’t much better. Once your lips are suitably kiss-stung, he sets about making you look as indecent for your next shift as possible. Worrying the skin of your neck between his teeth. Your breath hitching as he sucks a deep bruise right over your fluttering pulse.

“Mmm,” you groan, tugging on Slider’s hair to try and dislodge him from your neck, but it only encourages him to move his lips lower, nuzzling the collar of your shirt to the side so he can litter your collarbone with matching marks. “Sli, that’s enough.”

The first hint of stubble adds to the blush-like hue of his affection on sensitive skin. “You know, you look so much better when I mark you up,” he rasps.

You drop to your heels without warning, his lips unable to follow the sudden change in your height. From beneath thick lashes, you meet his eyes and lick your lips. “Want you to kiss me.” He cradles the back of your head in his palm and grants you your wish. Stealing your breath with eager kisses, tipping your head back and letting his lips wander lower once more when he gets your shirt off. Incorrigible.

“I’m gonna look like a leopard with all these spots, Ron,” you whimper. A trail of splotchy red hickeys mark Slider’s path down your abdomen—your nipples teased to stiff peaks, one haloed by the indent of overeager teeth. Then, as he lowers himself to work your pants open, you huff: “How come I’m the only one getting naked?” Slider isn’t the only one who’d been lonely all those months.

“I see myself naked every day,” Slider purrs, pressing a deceptively soft kiss below your belly button. “I’m much more interested in getting you out of your clothes.”

Your eyes slip closed. “Sweet talker.”

But Slider is startled to a stop when he begins to tug your panties down. You yelp, eyes snapping open with the sharp sting of elastic when he lets go of your waistband. His thumb absently rubs over the imprint from your panties while he does a double-take. “Is that a tattoo?”

The thing about deployments is that they’re long.

There had only been so much distraction the diamond on your finger could supply. So when the season shifted from winter to spring, and the reality of buying a house with Ron steadily crept closer, you’d gone a little mad and cleaned your small apartment both for peace of mind and in preparation for your move. During a particularly productive round of spring cleaning, you’d come across a stash of letters that you and Slider had exchanged at the beginning of your relationship and while he was deployed—the stack from his most recent stint on the Enterprise in a box by your desk.

It took you a while for your fingers to brush a well-worn envelope. You opened it carefully, the paper brittle with its well-loved edges and beginning to tear at the folds. Your favorite part sits about halfway down: I love you. You still remember how it felt to read those three words for the first time. The lightness. Warm tears tracking down your cheeks as you giggled. The warmth of knowing your feelings were returned. How you’d immediately run to your phone to gush about the letter and its contents to your best friend (who also screamed). So wrapped up in the phone cable and the euphoria of it all that you were dizzy.

The nostalgia caught you in a chokehold and hadn’t let go. In hindsight, it may have been a rash decision, but you’d brought the letter to an artist in downtown San Diego and gotten those three words permanently penned into your hip. A place no one else had seen until this moment.

A smirk cracks your lips. “Look familiar?”

“Looks hot.” Slider runs his finger over the script, then his lips. A ghost of a touch. Tender. But the tattoo, long since healed, is untextured. Supple like the rest of you. “Is it the real deal?”

You cup his cheeks, tilting his head back to meet his eyes—they’ve still got that twinkle in them, but they’re softer now. The urge to press a kiss to his forehead flickers at the forefront of your mind. “Real as the ring.”

Slider groans, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, then your hip. Nipping at the thin skin next to his penmanship before soothing it with his tongue as if he could taste the ink embedded in your skin.

The night is spent not-so-slowly taking each other apart. Lips and teeth and tongues. The passionate slip of sweat-slick skin. Slider’s muscles bunch beneath your touch as you’re filled repeatedly. And through it all, he holds you close—grip tight enough to adorn you in finger-shaped, ruby-red bruises—and runs his thumb over those three words.

[hsvh-hp]

what are your thoughts about Draco’s intentions in the room of requirement scene in book 7?

Lord, if I haven’t overthought this one to death. Sorry, this is going to be long.

So the thing about this scene is that it’s happening at the very end of the series and the war. Narratively, it ought to be the climax in Draco’s character arc. I could just be boring and say that Draco’s arc is all about being cowardly and taking the easiest option every time he’s given a choice, but fuck that. He’d just proven two weeks in-story before this at Malfoy Manor that that was no longer the case.

What canon information we have about Draco’s mental state and actions through Deathly Hallows is as follows. He’s suffering with the route his life has taken post-Astronomy tower. He returned to Hogwarts for his seventh year, but is not given special mention by Neville to Harry about any evil deeds committed in that time. It’s established that Crabbe and Goyle now reign supreme in cruelty, and that Draco has lost any control he once had over them.

In the Room of Hidden Things encounter, the dynamic between Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle reflects this change in their relationship. Crabbe and Goyle stand in front, and Draco is basically squeezed in between/behind them:

[Harry] skidded to a halt and turned around. Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him, shoulder to shoulder, wands pointing right at Harry. Through the small space between their jeering faces he saw Draco Malfoy. "That’s my wand you’re holding, Potter," said Malfoy, pointing his own through the gap between Crabbe and Goyle.

The following discussion ensues:

Harry: So how come you three aren't with Voldemort? Crabbe: We're gonna be rewarded. We hung back, Potter. We decided not to go. Decided to bring you to him. Harry: Good plan. So how did you get in here? Draco: I virtually lived in the Room of Hidden Things all last year. I know how to get in. Goyle: We were hiding in the corridor outside. We can do Disillusionment Charms now! And then you turned up right in front of us and said you were looking for a diadem. What's a diadem?

I don't think that Draco was initially with Crabbe and Goyle in the corridor. Why, after he had the chance on a silver platter to hand Harry over to Voldemort two weeks earlier, would he suddenly change such course - and especially in a way that requires such direct action? Why would Crabbe and Goyle have even considered including Draco in this plan if he's gone soft and the Malfoys are completely disgraced in the Death Eaters' eyes?

(Aside: would Crabbe and Goyle have known on their own the best place strategically to hide to catch Harry? I think so; Death Eaters entered the school a year ago via the Room of Hidden Things. Crabbe and Goyle could have suspected that Harry used the same method. They would have known where the hideout with the connection to the Hog's Head was because they would have been told to go there as part of the castle evacuation. So, rather than leave, they hung back outside of it and waited.)

Coming back to Draco, it was obviously broadly known at this point that Harry was inside the castle. So, if Draco wasn't with Crabbe and Goyle, why would he come to the Room of Hidden Things by his own volition?

I think he had something in mind, but Crabbe and Goyle being there fucked it up for him. However, they were able to tell Draco that the Hogsmeade exit was closed off and that Harry had activated a different iteration of the Room (of which one Draco accurately guessed), but Draco couldn't get inside then without Crabbe and Goyle following. Draco stating to Harry that he wanted his wand back was a flimsy excuse to prevent Crabbe and Goyle fully turning on him without a guarantee Harry, Ron, and Hermione wouldn't just do the same. Then, obviously, things went completely sideways with the Fiendfyre before Draco could follow through with his original intention.

So what (in my opinion) was Draco's intention in the Room of Requirement scene in book 7? To catch Harry alone, touch base after the events at Malfoy Manor, and perhaps finally draw some sort of truce.

[abeinginsand]

I've Always Liked to Play with Fire (A Closeson Fic Wip, might change the title later) ------

Darryl hears the comment as it practically smacks him across the face and sputters out a response: "What in the-–what is wrong with you, Glenn?!” “Oh? I don’t knoooow, Darryl.” Glenn responds with a shrug, purposefully drawing the words out. Then, the rockstar smirks, lighting up his cigarette and adds, “Hope that helps.”

It helps Darryl, alright. Helps grill away his last speck of patience! He can feel the heat of his cheeks rise, frustration dripping off his next sigh. The two have been trying to come up with a plan to help get Henry and Ron out of some trouble for the last two hours. All they've managed is argument after argument though. The sports lover watches as his friend puffs out a cloud of smoke seemingly without a care, gaze still on the sunset covered town below the balcony they stand on. He swears the sunlight makes Glenn's shades twinkle as his messy black hair blows some in the wind. Each hair strand framing the other man's face and mischievous smile just right. And Darryl's certain this is what Henry meant when he mentioned once, in a late night whisper, that their mutual friend was "unfortunately attractive". But in this moment, the anger does power right on past any stray thoughts. There’s the sound of birds and blacksmith hammering metal in the distance as the offending comment continues to roar in his flushed ears. “Yeah, well, if you don’t like my idea… this is all like a game anyway. Why don’t you bother a ref about it? I know you’re great at that, Mr. Almost Coach.” Daryl can’t resist the urge to ball up his fists at his side and glare, still trying to think of something to say that isn’t an incoherent swear. Seems the momentary silence catches Glenn’s focus because only a few minutes pass by before he glances over to Darryl’s bright brown eyes and then down to those very strong hands. “So, you gonna do somethin' with those fists or should I ask nicely first?” ------ [Author's Notes] Attempted some writing and this is the idea that came to mind. Haven't written them interacting before hope its not wildly out of character. <.<;

Glenn is hoping to fight in the moment because he's also frustrated and doesn't know what to do etc in the situation. Probably, secretly blames himself for the trouble too. Clearly bad coping measures.

Carol and Darryl are poly here and have talked about having other partners before in this. She's had a girlfriend in the past while Darryl hasn't had any other partners (happily). His mind does wander when around Henry and Glenn though (as he gets to know them more).

[canirove]

Declan Rice Imagine | two | Christmas Edition 🎄✨

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"C'mon, let's go meet Father Christmas" a woman says.

"No, I don't want to!" her kid replies.

"You won't receive any presents if you don't tell him about them."

"I don't care!" the kid says, not moving from the spot where he was standing.

"Ma'am, you can come later, we don't mind" I say. I've been working as Father's Christmas elf for a week now, and I've lost count of all the kids who don't want to meet him. Some are scared, some are too old for it, and some simply don't give a shit. But their parents insist, and it usually ends with screams, kids crying, and me wanting to murder someone. Mostly the adults.

"But we've been queueing for twenty minutes! We are getting our photo with Father Christmas whether he likes it or not!" the woman says, picking her kid on her arms while he screams.

"Ok then" I sigh. 

Once the 5 minutes they are allowed to stay with Father Christmas are over, we haven't managed to get a proper photo, and the kid's screams can be heard from the other side of the country.

"Ma'am, you need to leave, it's someone else's turn."

"But the photo..."

"Next!" I shout, the security guard guiding them outside.

"C'mon uncle Dec, it's our turn!" a little boy says.

"Hello!"

"Hi" I say.

"I'm Ron, and this is my uncle Dec" he says, looking up towards the owner of the hand who is holding hers.

"Nice to meet you Ron and..." but I'm not able to say anything else. My brain has collapsed and forgotten how speaking works, only being able to stare. Stare at one of the most handsome men I have ever seen.

"Can we go in, elf? " Ron asks.

"Elf..." I mutter, still looking at whoever this man is.

"You are the elf" he says.

"Am I?"

"You are, yes" he says with a smile that makes my knees feel like jelly.

"Elf, are they coming in or not?" Father Christmas says behind me.

"Yes, yes, sorry" I say, finally managing to look at something else, my cheeks burning.

"Come here, little one. What's your name?" Father Christmas asks Ron. Ron and his uncle Dec. Dec. What kind of name is that? But it sounds nice. I can see myself marrying a Dec, starting a family...

"Elf, it's time for the photo."

"What?"

"The photo" Father Christmas says, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, yes, sorry" I say, coming back to reality once again and picking up the Polaroid camera.

"Say Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" Ron and his uncle repeat after me.

"There you go" I say, giving him the photo. "You look so handsome, Ron. And you are ok too, I guess."

"Just ok?" his uncle laughs, making me feel all fuzzy inside.

"Yes, just ok" I shrug. Why am I starting to flirt with him now? When they are leaving? I am such an idiot.

"Thank you for everything, elf."

"You're welcome, uncle Dec" I reply with a smirk before they walk away, wishing that he would do like on the movies and look back at me. 

"Can we go in or are you gonna keep longing for that boy?" a woman says behind me.

"Sorry, sorry. Please come in" I say, trying to focus on my job and not on the cute guy I just met. Though before I do that, I search for him one last time... And there he is, looking at me with that smile that makes want to do things I should not be thinking about when there are kids around.

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"This has been the longest day ever" I say after getting changed.

"It wasn't that bad" says Peter, aka, Father Christmas.

"Most kids were crying or shouting like their lives depended on it. I think I lost some hearing with that ginger one who kicked you."

"That little devil... I think I already have a bruise. But not everything has been bad, you know?"

"Hasn't it?" I chuckle.

"Look over there" he says, nodding to my right.

"No way" I whisper when I see the person standing next to the huge Christmas tree.

"Go talk to him, don't just stay there like an idiot" Peter says, giving me a little push.

"Uncle Dec?" I call as I approach him.

"Hello, elf" he smiles.

"What are you doing here?"

"I... I wanted to see you again" he shrugs, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. He is so cute. "I thought about coming tomorrow, but I only have one nephew available, and if I bring him back, my brother will start asking too many questions. Then I thought about coming alone, but that would be a bit creepy, wouldn't it? I'm too old to meet Father Christmas."

"Oh, you'll be surprised" I laugh.

"Do I want to ask?"

"No, you don't."

"Ok" he laughs. "After that, my next option was to come back today during closing time, and hope your shift hadn't ended already. Looks I was lucky."

"You were, yes."

"So..." he says, scratching the back of his head. "Can I buy you a drink? Dinner? Both?"

"A drink sounds like heaven right now" I say. "And if you are able to cheer me up after such a long day, you can buy me dinner later and tell me what kind of name Dec is."

"Ok" he laughs again. "Should we go then... Elf?"

"After you... Uncle Dec" I say, thinking that, maybe, this stupid job wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[imaginationxfound]

Hi hello!! I love your works!!! For the ask game, could I ask 15? Thank you

“Do you have an unwritten scene you think about a lot?”

Oh god so many, just from rearrange the stars. So humor me as I post several outline snippets because I haven’t had time to work on it 😭 (in consecutive order)

It’s the Yule Ball! Draco spends most of the dance pining as Harry has a genuinely good time with Luna. Neville sits down next to him and Ginny and is like “Hey Malfoy, if you want people to stop saying you’re gay, maybe you should stop acting like you are.” Ginny laughs, and Draco is very flustered. Neville came here with Hannah Abbot, who’s getting punch. Ginny teases Draco about him being lucky that Harry is oblivious. He’s like “Am I really that obvious…” “Most of the time? No. You’re a good actor, but right now? Transparent. I can practically feel the jealousy radiating off of you, and the two of them are just friends.” Ginny grabs his hand to drag him to dance, to get his mind off it, at least until Luna and Harry are all danced out.

And from the same chapter (I’m so excited for the Yule ball chapter hgfhbdf)

Draco sighs, and tells Harry that he thinks he’s going to go to bed, but he’s actually looking for Rita Skeeter as Harry heads back into the dance, and he finds her, levitating her up and further away from others, before forcing her back to her human form. “You do nearly as much harm to our society as my father does,” He growls, gripping his wand tightly. “You’re not reporting on anything you’ve heard tonight though.” And he modifies her memory, to make her think that all she heard was a few students shagging. No scoops. And then he leaves her. And runs headlong into Luna who goes, “Well that was a bit ethically questionable, wasn’t it? Do you know something because of your time turner?” “How did you--” “You’re in more classes than you have time for. And starting last year you added a gold chain around your neck to the silver one you already had, though both are hidden under your shirt. It wasn’t hard to guess. Daddy always thought that time turners could be an amazing way to maximize education-” “No- They aren’t. Granger burned herself out and dropped two classes so she could turn hers in; and I find it difficult to manage with just one more class than the schedule normally allows. It’s not feasible for most people; it’s stressful.” “Oh. Shame that. But, did you?” “… No, I just know Rita Skeeter. She’s vile; and if I overheard something that ought not be twisted and printed, then she definitely did.” Luna questions when he learned the memory charm- isn’t it supposed to be really difficult? Draco mumbles something about studying a lot- “What’s the silver chain?” “Huh-” “You’re always wearing two chains around your neck; and you try to hide both of them under your shirt collar. The gold one is a time turner; what’s the silver?” “It’s platinum,” He corrects on instinct, then winces. “It’s not really your business, Luna. That’s really personal.” She smiles. “Daddy tells me that there’s actually more than one kind of time turner, but the ministry keeps the others secret. But you don’t have to tell me; it’s fine.” She skips forward and kisses his cheek, but whispers into his ear while close like that. “You’re a good friend Draco, but you’re never gonna change your future if you don’t talk to Harry about how you feel.” She leaves him there, red faced and very confused as to how she got there.

Goddamnit I love Luna

Draco looks at Pomfrey to make sure she’s not listening before leaning close, “so were there any snags?” “No, almost word for word the same.” Ron asks what they’re talking about, and Harry smiles faintly. “Can you wait for Pomfrey to release me for your answer?” Hermione gasps, clapping her hands to her mouth. This is what they were waiting for. The next morning, they’re all in the room of requirement, borrowing Dumbledore’s penisive, which Draco is carefully selecting memories for in front of a very confused Daphne when Harry arrived with the others. “Are you going to tell us about time travel now, Draco?” Luna asks, utterly flabbergasting Hermione. And Harry. “Did- Did you guys tell her???” “No,” Draco laughs, “we didn’t. Potter, you better contribute to this, or it will be very one sided.”

I could go on, but that’s quite enough I think

[the-firebird69]

America's First Affordable Electric Motorcycle! Kollter ES1 Review

This bike is affordable and it gets good miles I was reminded my our son and daughter that most gas tanks son Enduros only hold 1.5 gallons and that's a bigger tank usually they only go about 60 miles and st bikes don't do much better usually the tank is too small this bike will go 80 miles but with two big mambo batteries and you can increase the quality and you'll get 120 miles and it's very nice it's a very sturdy frame it has a nemo enclosure and it is built right with cooling it's air cooled but at least it has cooling and the motor is pretty beefy a little beefier motor and better batteries and it'll go 120 for a 150 miles and people do replace them yeah it's not that hard and you can probably get one from the company'cause they make st bikes once again they do not outfit them right however when you get this kind of bike expect to go out with a dirt bike or enduro 60 miles when you get a street bike that's a super bike type go about 80 miles like this bike does. We're not sure what everybody's talking about this bike is right in the crease it's a fast charge bike you go up to the charger and it takes 15 minutes gas tank charge will take five minutes but it takes another two or three minutes to handle it so it's twice a time but it's only 15 minutes and usually they're just like a runabout bike that brings us to another point this bike can go on the highway it has the power in the pickup you don't really need to and it's not a good idea but it can and if you lower it it's gonna go further probably 100 miles then really if you lower it you change the batteries and you can sell these you get a new motor and you'll go under 80 to 200 miles and and the idea is right but as it is here it's under $6000 closer to 5 and it is a functional motorcycle in other words this will go further and has more power in the constant lot less to run than the Kawasaki 400 or is it a 300 it's a 300 that our sun sat on and it's $5000 so really it's not much more than five grand you can find them brand new and it will go further and has more power and it costs nothing if you charge it at home and a sun can still get it in the door And he probably put it up against the dividing wall it's a good place for it and rearrange the furniture this is a decent idea as it is the bike would fit it would be cramped it just moved down the TVA little buddy doesn't want to well you can't really ride the motorcycle and it's because of safety he's pretty good but it's not good enough but a lot of people are good at it this is a great bike. This is Ron Faldetta who is really Tony Stark and our son has another idea for him is very beefy is very insane is very very useful.

The surron is less expensive than this

https://sur-ronusa.com/sur-ron-light-bee/  4400

It is about $1500 cheaper it does go quite a bit faster when you modify for the road and it goes farther. Now Ron said that it doesn't handle that great so he tried to eat dirt bike and converted it a while ago and that's what the Ketler is. But as sun says you put fatter heavier tires on the Soron and he did it and you lower it and he did that and you can keep the battery just keep in mind you have to have an hour or two to charge it and bring your charger it makes it a lot cheaper. And you have to put the light package on for the DOT there's not too much else that all in all it costs probably $500 for the modifications so you're still quite a bit cheaper than the Kettler and faster it is a very light bike by comparison it's about a £120 it had the new tires and light package it's about 150 pounds when the Ketler is about 180 pounds so talking about 30 pound difference but it's a different motor and it works better and it has a transmission that's better. And he noticed that it's true so he tried the fatter heavier tires and it was a weird suggestion and he says they always work and says don't forget to recalibrate your speedometer and he laughed and says ok. And he got on the thing when he did all the modifications except he kept the original battery and he says because keep people will notice it's less expensive and if you change it out it goes faster not slower. And he said wow that's outstanding and you just bring it with you to work and charge it or you charge it at Starbucks and he said I don't want to go on without this thing and a son wants to get one in the future you can buy it used and just get a new battery and it's gonna haul **** it's gonna haul **** off road so that's what he's looking forward to it's like a electric dirt bike but it'll go further and longer and they advertise them as going for a long ways but it's not true. Only if get these real expensive batteries so here's the deal he got on the thing and he sees a couple things and he goes pretty slow at first and he went down the road and saying it's handling normally it feels fine and it's not a problem it's easy to handle and he drove down the back road at 45 he thought it was pretty nice he was having a good time keep in mind he lowered it a couple inches too it's much easier to drive and he felt like it was a cruiser or some sort of they call him the adaptive bikes they call him the adaptive bikes and they're a little lower and it's kind of AV shaped seat and our son likes those. And it's it rides like when they they handle real well even at speed so he's doing that because you can duck your head in and he is at 45 miles an hour in the back road so he's approaching the on ramp and he's nervous and our son says do not worry and have faith neo. Said ohh no so he gave it some juice he's right up to 60 and traffic is going about 62 so I gave it some more he's going 62 and he has gears and you have to change him manually which saves energy and he's going up to 4 and he gave it some juice and he's going 75 and it says I hope I adjusted the speedometer right and he says I don't know it seems odd maybe you should go a little faster and he's speeding up and he had his phone on to check the speed but it's taking awhile to catch up and he zooming along and the Speedo is right it says like 95 and he's going doesn't feel like 95 so the phone is trying to catch up I said are there other cars around and he goes I'm passing some of them but there it but there it was like Friday or something where he was and he's pulling up on people and they're looking and pointing and they're laughing and laughing and they see our son with his blue shirt on from the cia picture with the Chinese lady which is not true. And is flipping them off holding on to run for de holding on to run for dear life ailes put your head down and see what this puppy can do so he did that a little and it goes up to 125 and he sees his phone blinking and he's gone i'm not going that fast and this sucks it's winding up so I put it in 5th gear's gone i'm not Going that fast and yeah he said that winding up in it he put it in 5th gear and whammo the thing is still get power and she says it still has power that's an odd thing and it can't be going that fast so he's nailing it and he's going by people pretty quick and it's like well there's a traffic jam and he flies by and he pulls over and he goes on the off ramp and he goes into this restaurant and he's looking around for cops says I was only going like 80 I think and it's more like 90 so he gets inside and he looks at his phone and says A150 and our son says that's about right phone's usually a little bit slow and he says what is this **** so these are secrets and you can see them on the light cycle and it is centripetal force it helps with speed too and he goes no **** way out loud and people are saying You went 150 on a Saron and he goes this is Sir Ron Sir and people said good and there's a couple modifications that are cheap it's the original battery transmission motor different tires and it's lowered that's about it. And they said We want one right now and they can all modify it for the road and the sun will get one for the off road and have to get a new battery 'cause it won't do much with the tires because you're not going that fast and it's probably true he says in with the dirt bike tires you get better centripetal force so they said I can't believe this and people are saying no way and he started talking and said all I did was put bigger tires and I lowered it and he says I know how to do that and he says be careful when you do it you got to make sure the kickstand is adjusted right and then started laughing and laughing you can see it it looks lower and it looks like some kind of cool new bike and it weighs only 30 pounds less than the Kettler a street bike he's trying to explain it you said slow down so he's speaking slower and they said this is amazing and they bought tons of them and there's some big wigs there and they thank him for everything this is on the off road you should do ok with the tires but off road you probably would not you'd want a new battery and it's gonna go like a mother the A H get up to I don't know what it and the AH get up to I don't know what it is 34 but you can get up to like 50 and you're gonna go like a mother you put it on the road with a 50 code and just the AH and they said wow so they can buy those things for like 300 bucks or cheaper retail and people can get them for 500 and Ronald started to smile and says this is what he's been trying to tell me he says I need to rescue myself from these women and all these trump starts acting like women and I think that they're telling them what to do so they started smiling and said that's not it so he felt great and he said it's a miracle I said there's only one problem he says that's not he says that's not really the top speed he's got.... and he stopped right there. And Ronaldo who is Sir Ron AKABG said there's nothing wrong with it at all it's just not the top speed it can go faster probably 165 or 160 and they said no way he said I didn't have it twisted all the way and it didn't burn that much electricity and they said I have to ride one of these I have to get one and he's been saying it the whole time I can make that thing go real fast and E bikes do it and there's an E bike version that will go up to 90 miles an hour for about 100 miles with the same trick with the original battery and he's done it before his big black light goes a lot faster if he took the limiter off he probably go fifty and these guys if he took the limiter off he probably go 50 and these guys do it all day long but he didn't understand it should weigh a little bit more and it's only a matter of a few pounds so here we go and Ron is famous so we're gonna print right now.

Thor Freya

ps We tried it with a 150 pound person the same modifications the same tires the same bike original batteries original motor just lowered it and changed the tires. We got 175 miles an hour out of it and run had to test it and they suggested he do it at the right place so they can time it and he got it already and it went 180 mph and he's trimmed down and he's got his head down and they said no that's ridiculous and it is a very fast bike

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oh boy ok fame and good

tony stark ok

Hera

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 6: My Sad Christmas Song

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: Solo being obsessed with Thena, ALMOST sexual assault, mentions of naked reader (no descriptions), body shaming, car accident, mentions of blood, injuries, scars, death...

A/N: this chapter wasn't supposed to be like that, but here we are. it's a much needed talk this two need to have before they turn into something else. i'm considering to write down ''emotional rollercoaster' as a trigger warning for this series.

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Rooster doesn’t enter the room until you go and open the door yourself. It’s the first time you’ve looked at him since the pub. 

“Are you gonna stand there all night?” 

“I wanted to give you some time alone,” he mutters, looking down. 

You feel like an asshole now. “Shit, Rooster… I’m sorry. Please, get in” 

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t have expected Grumpy to act any other way” 

You roll your eyes. He smiles. It seems like some things never change. 

You sit on the bed, waiting for him to get out of the bathroom in his pajamas. It’s hard to understand what has happened. How can someone say those things in front of everyone? How can someone be such a douchebag and act like that in front of your boyfriend? Well, he thinks he’s your boyfriend, and he didn’t seem to care about it. 

You don’t want to imagine how he would act if Bradley wasn’t there. 

“Hey, you’re sitting on my bed,” Rooster signals to the blanket under your legs. 

“Can I ask you for a favor?” he nods, and you inhale deeply. “Can you sleep on the bed? I will put pillows between us, it's just… I-I don't think I can sleep alone tonight." 

He sits down next to you, looking at the wall. "Want to talk about it?" 

You let out a shaky breath, moving further up the bed. You pull the covers away enough to slip underneath them, and make yourself comfortable. "Come here, and turn the lights off. Please" 

You're not sure if you're going to tell him everything, but you sure can't talk about it with the lights on. You don't want to see his face when he judges you. 

Following your request, Bradley turns the light switch, sending the room into a comfortable darkness. A faint blue light from the neighbors' Christmas lights keeps it from being completely dark. 

"This isn't your side, fly girl" he whispers, standing behind you. 

Your heart warms a bit every time he uses that name to address you. Stupid chicken, he needs to stop. 

You move to the other side, and he occupies your previous position in the blink of an eye, tossing a bit, trying to find the perfect posture. Your mind is going through all your history with Solo, carefully deciding which things you can share with Rooster. 

"You don't need to tell me anything if you don't want to" he states, probably having seen your troubled expression. 

You shake your head slightly. "You need to know. You almost got into a fight because of me" 

He scoffs. "I've been wanting to punch that idiot since the last day we saw him at the base" 

You lay on your back, your eyes fixed on the white ceiling above you. "We dated for a month" you finally confess, after seconds of silence. "He had been flirting with me for weeks, he was really nice, and... I thought he had a cute smile. So I gave him a chance." 

You tell him how easily Solo made you fall for him. How he seemed to know what to do and when to do it. The perfect words in the perfect moments. You never thought too much about it; why would you? He was like the perfect guy. He listened to you, he brought you flowers on your dates, and he even remembered your coffee order. He was what every girl looked for. 

Until it wasn't. 

As the song goes, he was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. 

He didn't listen to you because he cared. Solo was obsessed. He listened carefully to learn everything about you. That's why he knew which flowers were your favorites. Your coffee order. Your favorite food. 

Your size. 

Your address. 

You thought him getting you a dress in the right size was pure coincidence. But you never invited him to your house or told him where you lived. You've never been more scared in your life. 

"Did he go to your house?" Rooster asks. 

You shake your head. "I think he tried to come one night, but he saw Phoenix's car and left" 

"How do you know it was him? I'm not doubting you, just asking" 

"My favorite flowers were on the door" 

"Fucking bastard" he mutters. "Did he ever do something to you?" 

You open your mouth a few times to speak, closing it soon after as no sounds come out of it. It feels like the lump of emotions in your throat is getting bigger and is choking you with a strong grip. You want to tell him; you want to tell anyone, but it's so hard to talk about it. 

"Hey," he whispers, his finger whipping away a stray tear that fell from the corner of your eye to your temple. He must have been paying so much attention to you to see that small tear in the dimly lit room. "It's okay if I hug you?"

He waits until you nod and brings you closer to him and the warmth of his body. "I'm sorry."

"Y/n, don't. You have nothing to be sorry about. Try to sleep a little, okay? I'll be here. Nobody will hurt my Grouchy tonight." 

You nod, smiling a bit. You think he can't see you, but he's looking at you.

And he does keep looking at you, stroking your hair to help you fall asleep. Having you in his arms is the only thing stopping him from getting into his car and killing that son of a bitch with his bare hands. 

When you wake up the next morning, you are still in Rooster’s arms. It has been the first night without nightmares in a while. You don’t know how to feel about it. Glad? Surprised? Pissed off because the guy you hate is literally the perfect teddy bear? Big. Warm. And he smells like cinnamon. 

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is his neck. Well, the scar on his neck, to be more specific. That was the scariest wound of them all. If you close your eyes, you can still see it bleeding. 

Your hand moves on its own, your fingertips slowly tracing the mark. 

“That tickles,” he whispers, making you jump a bit. You didn’t realize he was awake. 

“Sorry” 

“It’s okay. Did you sleep well?” You nod, your eyes never leaving the scar. “Good” 

Something inside of you doesn’t want to leave the little bubble you two seem to be wrapped in. So you ask him something you’ve been wanting to know since yesterday. “Did you really buy the suit?” 

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to go to prom alone” he confesses, but you get the feeling that there’s something more there that he is not telling you. 

“Why?” you still don’t understand why someone would do such a thing for you. 

He swallows, one of his hands caressing your hair absentmindedly. “I liked you back then. I mean, wasn’t it obvious? I spent more time at your house than with any of my friends” 

“Wasn’t it because my dad almost adopted you as his own kid?” 

He scoffs. “Is it that hard for you to accept that people can like you?” 

You sigh, hugging him closer. “You have no idea” 

There’s a moment of silence only filled by your breathing. It’s not awkward, actually. Neither of you has anything else to add, and the comfort of each other’s arms is enough to make you stay in bed for a little while. 

“Is it because of him?” 

He doesn’t say the name, but you know who he is talking about. “The day I realized he was a creep, well... It was Halloween” 

“The Halloween party at that old pub?” he asks, trying to find the memory. “Didn’t you go home early that day?” 

“I didn’t want to leave. Solo took me to his house. He said he wanted to... be alone with me” you whisper the last part, not knowing why you’re opening that part of your heart to him. Only Natasha knows about this. 

“Did he…?” he doesn’t finish the sentence, and you know that his mind is filled with the worst ideas right now. 

“No. He tried, though. He tore up my dress… Then he saw the scar and thought I was horrendous. He called me a monster” 

“Thena” 

You can’t hear him. “He said nobody would ever want me” 

“Thena, stop,” he insists. But it’s too late. 

You’re in that living room again, late at night, trying to cover your body with the torn material of your costume. Everyone decided to dress up as their call signs or relate to them in some way. Yours was a good one, you liked it a lot. You never wanted to take it off. It made you feel like a real goddess.

But Solo didn’t ask for your opinion. He didn’t care if you didn’t want to take things to the next level. He didn’t care when you said no. Repeatedly. He didn’t care when you yelled at him to stop. It didn’t matter that you were trained to fight men taller than you. It didn’t matter how many self-defense moves your father and Iceman taught you when you were a teenager. 

Your first instinct wasn’t to defend yourself. Your first instinct was to run. But he knew his house better than you, there was no escape. 

He only shattered that dress, but it ripped you to pieces. 

And then he had the audacity to laugh at that scar on your belly. He pointed at it with his lewd fingers. He called you ugly. Hideous. Repulsive. He said that nobody would ever love you. No one other than him. 

You punched him in the throat, not caring how dangerous that was. It could kill him, but you didn’t care. He had killed a part of you that night. 

Phoenix didn’t go to the party. She had a cold and decided to stay at home. She lived a few blocks away, you ran to her house, hoping that she wasn’t already asleep. 

“Did she open the door?” 

“Yes. She stayed up with me all night. Later she drove me to my house, and spent the night with me. That’s when Solo left the flowers at my door.” 

"Wait, wasn't it the next day when Iceman kicked Solo out of the squad?” Rooster recalls, finally understanding what the pilot did to be pulled out of a mission like that. 

“Nat told him. Iceman wanted to kick him out of the Navy, but there was no physical evidence of what he did, so he kicked him out of the mission. At least, I could be three months away from him” 

“Does your father know?” 

You shake your head. “Only Phoenix and Iceman know. And you.” 

He kisses your head, his hand moving to your face to wipe the tear stain on your cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you be in the same room as him” 

“You didn’t know, Roos” 

“You won’t have to see him again. I promise” 

You thank him in a whisper, somehow relieved to finally tell the story to another person. Phoenix guessed it all by herself. Iceman learned the story through her. You never got the opportunity to get that weight off your chest. 

“Try to sleep a bit more; you deserve to rest,” he whispers, moving his face so that he can look you in the eye. It’s the first time that you’ve had those hazel eyes on you since last night.  You can see them lit up with rage. He doesn’t need to tell you all the things he would do if he had that man in front of him right now. “And I think that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, fly girl” 

“Even with the scar?” you mutter, looking away. 

He grabs your chin between his fingers, preventing you from avoiding his eyes. “Specially with the scar”

You want to ask why he is being so nice to you now. Why now, after all of this constant bickering and teasing, after years of pranking him and him returning those pranks ten times worse. What made him change his mind? A part of you doesn’t want to know. You’re never going to admit it out loud, but you have never felt more secure than in this bed, with this stupid chicken that is proving to be more sufferable than you thought. 

And it seems like stupidity is contagious because you do something really dumb: you close the gap that separates his neck scar from your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the mark. “This isn’t a reminder of how you almost killed us, Bradley. It’s a reminder that we’re alive. You saved me” 

“I drove to your house. Drunk. And you tried to drive me back to mine, but we got into an accident. If I didn’t go there in the first place…” you can hear in his shaky voice how much he needs to close that chapter of his life. 

You pull away from his embrace, sitting on the bed and looking at him. “Were you driving?” 

“No, but-”

“No buts, nugget. We fell down that hill, the car rolled over several times, and you covered me with your body when you saw we were heading straight for that tree.” You remember him, tired of him blaming himself for something he didn't do. 

He seems confused, sitting on the bed, his eyes moving quickly. “Did I do that?” 

Now, you're the confused one. “Wait, you don’t remember?” 

“Not that part. I tried to save you?” he asks in a whisper, more to himself than to you. 

“You broke your arm, but that could have been my head. You saved me” 

He wipes a tear from his eye and lets out an airy chuckle. “It’s too early in the morning to fix each other’s traumas, isn’t it?” 

“If it makes you stop being all broody, then it’s worth it” you try to joke. 

He looks at you, squinting his eyes. “Did you call me nugget?” 

“As an insult” you say, trying to dodge the bullet. Did you do that?

“Oh, but I think it is cute. Say it again” 

“Never” you retort, laying down again, your back facing his way and pulling the cover over your head.

He moves closer, whispering in your ear. “I’m gonna touch you, if that’s okay” you don’t respond, giving him silent permission to do it. He circles your waist with his arm, pulling you closer. “Don’t even try to deny it, you love my cuddles” 

“Shut up, nugget” you snap.

He laughs happily, and you hate that hearing him laugh makes you smile. 

You better not fall for him again.

[blushiinghoney]

"maid" | f.w

summary: you in a maid outfit.

content: gender-neutral, not house specific, maid outfit (but this isn't really about the outfit), sexual implications?

warnings: some curse words, my english

a/n: this wasn't actually to be for this character or even this kind of story but then it turned out like this, and i dont regret it. i hope you like it, let me know what you think!

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites - i did it myself, check it out on MY ao3 ]

This all started because you could not say no to a challenge. You had made a stupid bet with the Weasley twins, and you were so sure you were going to win, but in the end, they got the upper hand. Now you had to do anything they wanted and to be honest you should’ve known nothing good would come from them. If they weren’t your best friends you were sure you would’ve committed murder by now.

That’s how you ended up walking in the Gryffindor common room, on a friday night for the weekly “gathering” with your friend group, dressed as a maid, no, no, “a sexy maid” as Fred had so kindly mentioned. Everyone was already sitting there, some on the couch, some on the floor, just hanging out like usual, but once you walked in with the twins the silence was louder than anything else.

“What’s happening? Why are you dressed like that?!”, Ron was the first to break the silence, almost shouting, as his face started to become a nice shade of red.

“Oh Ronald, y/n here is just doing a little thing for us. Don’t they look nice?”, Fred answered, trying to contain his laugh, “C’mon darling, show them your outfit”. If you had the ability you were sure you’d kill him with just your eyes.

“Yeah, do a little spin-”, you didn’t even let George finish as you elbowed him in the stomach. You sent them a glare as you made your way to an empty spot on the couch. But apparently, they had read your mind as they sprinted to the couch, sitting down, leaving you standing there with nowhere to sit comfortably.

“Why are you being like this?”, you huffed frustrated.

“You didn’t actually think we’d make it easy on you, did you? Besides me and Freddie here are tired, we need to rest our long legs”

“And where am I supposed to sit now? I’m not gonna sit on the floor!”

“Oh but darling you’re not gonna make these people change their seats, they must be comfortable”, you wanted to strangle Fred so bad. If he wanted to tease you, fine, but two could play that game.

“You’re right. I guess I just have to sit here”, and you sat yourself on his lap. He stiffened his posture and you knew it affected him. You could see George and your other friends trying not to laugh out loud. They knew your game.

You and Fred had always had this stronger connection, you and the twins had been friends since forever and you adored them both dearly, but you couldn’t deny that somewhere along the way your feelings for Fred had changed. You knew he felt the same because both of you had confessed your feelings a couple of weeks ago, but being the competitive bastards you are you didn't immediately act on it, wanting to tease one another to see who would break first.

You were done, but obviously still wanted to win. You still remember the countless times you had to sit through his teasing, making you go and watching him practice Quidditch and then taking off his shirt, him sitting too close to you and putting his arms around your frame, whispering dirty jokes in the middle of class. You took a lot of cold showers this past few days. But you knew you affected him as well, be it the simplest touch, your outfits, or even the way you’d reply to his joke with an even dirtier one, you’ve seen him have to excuse himself a couple of times. And now with this bold move, you’d hope he’d break.

“What are you doing?!”, he whisper-yelled to you.

“I’m sitting down Fredrick, what does it look like?”, you answered him while turning your body to the front so you could face the rest of your friends, having your back to his chest and your legs straddling his.

“Okay so, before this little show we were playing cards. Wanna play with us?”, Hermione asked. So you played. Wiggling around in his lap when you needed to fetch some card from the table or you made a good play. This went on for half an hour - a lot longer than you expected to be honest - but he finally had enough.

“Argh, stop it! You’re driving me crazy here!”, he said quite loudly, which gathered everyone’s attention. He then got up from his seat, making you get up as well, “I know what you’re doing, okay, it’s done, you win, I’m done with this!”, taking the cards out of your hands and throwing them on the floor, he grabbed your face between his big hands and softly caressed it, he then finally kissed you. Oh, how you’ve been waiting for this.

When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile. Neither of you cared that everyone else was looking at you. “I think me and my little maid here have some business to attend to in my dorm”, he joked as he pulled you by the wrist in the direction of his room.

Your friends laughed, “Fucking finally”, “I thought they’d do this little dance forever”, you even heard George comment that he’d sleep on that couch tonight. You didn’t care, none of their teasing mattered, because as Fred closed the door of his room behind you and smirked, you knew you were in for a hell of a fun night.

[oknowkiss]

friday flash recs: april 29, 2022

hiya lovely people! this week, we are putting on our brave hobbit faces and adventuring into the world of NON-DRARRY HARRY & DRACO pairings. today’s list focuses on m/m pairings, with future lists in the works for het and wlw fics. relatedly! if you have any recs--bc i know there’s loads of amazing non-drarry pairings i have barely scratched the surface of--pls feel free to leave them a comment! (i’m especially interested if you have a nottpott, harry/neville, harry/luna, and really any wlw rec to share!) 

> apprehending the auror || @dumbledoodlewriting​​ || nottpott || M / 3.8K alaric hardwood is Nott who he seems. you know how they say never meet your heroes? usually it’s because they’ll disappoint you, but this fic dares to ask: what if it’s because you might end up fucking them? full disclosure that dumble is a dear friend of mine, but even if she wasn’t, i’d be obsessed with this version of theo & romance-devouring badass harry. (as proof of statement: you’ll see alaric easter eggs in some of my own fics!)

> charlie & harry, sittin’ in a tree || elle_gray || charlie/harry || E / 10.7K this was my intro to charry. and like, what an intro. charlie & harry are stuck in a storm and, well, what better time to figure things out about yourself (tm). the interplay of hesitancy and desire feels so real here, there’s so much “i shouldn’t but i’m gonna” ust and i, for one, hope it never stops raining on these boys.

> good intent || @maesterchill​ || jeddy & teddy/harry || E / 11.9K another pairing intro fic for me! i devoured this, lying in bed the morning it posted, growing increasingly desperate for caffeine but unable to stop reading for even a second to put the kettle on. i think... i am a jeddy stan now??? this is sex mentor trope, it’s body acceptance, it’s discovery... and teddy’s b-plot with harry is so real and complex and layered in just perfectly to complement the overall plot. this is a little bit of a cheat, because it’s also background drarry, but this is my blog and i say it’s okay. thanks, me.

> keep swinging your bat my way || @veelawings​ || dron || E / 670 i think i’ve read this ten or fifteen times now. i mean, for starters it’s quidditch locker room sex. i could stop this rec right there; you’ve probably already clicked into it. but i will continue, because this ron deserves a six-volume essay. he’s so tactile and hot. and did i mention breeding kink?? yeah, there’s breeding kink. do we all just agree that ron has a great dick and is really good at sex?? it’s okay if you don’t, freedom of opinion is highly encouraged here on oscar isaac’s internet, but if you’re in any way ron “life-changing dick” weasley-curious, read this and then let’s talk.  > seldom used, to date || @vdoshu​ || tomarry || E / 3K (mind the tags) i’m in trouble dot gif. look. if you’re going to use the “murder husbands” AND “harry is a little shit” tags on the same fic??? i’m going to read it immediately, and then read it again, and then go back and read the rest of the series until 2 AM and wake up late for work the next day. i’ve been tomarry curious for a while now, and this series is a great introduction. a canon-divergent no 1st war au where tom is the minister for magic & harry is his bratty little boyfriend. there’s worldbuilding, there’s snark, there’s ritual knives and runes and blood magic. i can’t wait to see where it goes next.  

> theft of assets, destruction of property || helenish || dreville || E / 23K this is the best neville characterization i’ve ever read. full stop. forced marriage, auror trainees, with background harry/ron/hermione triad. draco processes his life through cooking. this neville is so interesting, so strong and yet tender, and the way him and draco open up to each other over time is beautiful and complex and it feels like a dream we get to experience it as readers.

& the currently reading can-you-tell-i’m-in-a-dron-and-charlie-weasley-phase (pause to inhale) certainly-more-shouting-to-come-once-i’ve-finished list:

> a soft spot for lost causes || helenish || dron || remedying my lapse of not having read helenish’s other published HP work. so far it is, as expected, perfect.

> charlie weasley’s fuck autobiography || @lqtraintracks​​ || charlie + all combos of harry, draco, teddy, etc || i too think that everyone should fuck charlie weasley and i can’t believe i get to read about it. a blessed day.

> dreaming skies || @sweet-s0rr0w @tackytigerfic​ || dron || i’ve read half of this thus far and have, multiple times, had to stop and stare at the wall and just... admire. the “i didn’t come here for your charity” exchange? pingponging in my brain for days, folks.

> licurici || @lou-isfake​​ || charry, drarlie, drarrlie triad || i started reading this while waiting to board a plane, downloaded it to read on the plane, and then had to stop because it kept sending me on face journeys. now that i’m back home i’ve picked it up again and oh, my heart. more to come for sure.  < last time: murder me harry (my fave harry characterizations)

[markberries]

a l o n e  t i m e┊draco malfoy

ALONE TIME — DRACO MALFOY

info: you and the infamous draco malfoy were always at each other’s throats, so when you’re by yourself planning to prank the irritating slytherin, you take this as an opportunity to finally relieve yourself. but of course, things go a little unexpectedly.

warnings: absolute filth, smut smut smUT !! cursing

genre: SMUT, fluff at the end, enemies to lovers, gryffindor!reader word count: 2400+

a/n: ok so like... i got onto dracotok, and decided to write this. it's been awhile so i hope u enjoy!! btw this isnt edited at all (n if u know me irl, no u dont)

god — you absolutely despised draco malfoy.

he reminded you of why you asked the sorting house to not place you into slytherin; he was rude, a smartass, and an asshole.

everyone knew how much you and draco liked to bicker with each other. it's almost as if he knew what got under your skin, or maybe it was because everything he said gave you the urge to tell him to shut up. he would never stop talking about how you would ruin the school's reputation, being an international student from north america.

honestly, arguing with draco had been a regular thing. maybe a few small pranks here and there, but that was only when he had royally pissed you off (it happens quite often). although you did find draco quite attractive, it was completely overlooked by how much of an arse he was.

you sat in the dining hall with your fellow gryffindor students, harry, hermione, and ron. they were the only ones you really talked to, well in your year at least.

from across the room, you locked eyes with draco. you glared at him, then rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back to your three friends.

"seriously y/n, if you want to ace herbology, you're going to need to listen to me," hermione mutters, continuing to go over notes with you.

"sorry, it's just malfoy has been giving me dirty looks, kind of in the mood to punch him right now," you snort, then feeling hermione flick your forehead shortly after. "come on y/n, you can deal with malfoy later."

"how long have you and malfoy been going at each other?" ron asks, "it feels like it's been decades."

you laugh, "it's only been a year, alright? and it's only because he's such an ass."

"me? an ass?" you hear malfoy emitting from behind you, you could practically hear the arrogance dripping from his voice. you roll your eyes, then turn to look at him.

"listen here malfoy," you hiss, "i swear to god, if you don't fuck off, i will personally, beat the shit out of you."

malfoy laughs, looking back at his friends, than back at you. "looks like the pretty girl has a potty mouth," he says through his laughter.

"get out of here malfoy," harry told draco, and draco only replied with the roll of his eyes.

"whatever, potter. see you guys around, and watch yourself, y/n. you never know what's coming."

malfoy leaves after that, and you groan in annoyance. hermione breathes deeply, feeling the same amount of irritation as you.

"how do you put up with his shenanigans? i cannot stand malfoy," ron states, venom lacing his voice when he says malfoy's name.

"well you know," you sigh, "it just never ends. i get him back for doing something to me, and then he does something even worse after, but i don't mind."

harry looks at you with confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean you don't mind? i would definitely mind."

"well," you pause, glancing at draco who is already glaring at you, "i've been thinking. ever wanted to see draco with red hair?"

"oh my god, y/n no! we'll lose a terrible amount of points!" hermione gasps, closing her notebook to convince you that this would be a big mistake.

"it would be worth it," harry chuckles, imagining how draco would react to having gryffindor's colours among his head.

"harry!" hermione snaps.

"by the way y/n, are you coming to the common room party tonight?" ron asks, but you shake your head. "no, i don't think so. i want to prepare for malfoy's new hair do, but i'm sure you will have fun."

"but y/n! i need you there to survive," hermione begs, she's told you before that she was so excited to have another girl in her friend group, if that's what you can call it. she didn't mind being the only girl with ron and harry, but it was a nice change to have you there.

"i'm sorry hermione, next time, i promise!" you smile, winking at her and tilting your head.

"okay.. just be careful with malfoy, alright?"

—

you sat in bed, reading spells that you could do to make draco's hair red. even if there wasn't a spell, you had red hair dye ready to go.

while you were sitting there by yourself, you couldn't help but realize it had been ages since you were left alone, you were almost always surrounded by people, and that means it's been awhile since you had "relieved" yourself.

i shouldn't let an opportunity go to waste, right? you thought to yourself, fuck it.

you placed the book onto your bedside table and removed your cute little pyjama pants that had penguins on them, discarding them onto the floor and sticking a hand down your black lace underwear.

you brought your fingers to your clit, letting out a mewl. it truly felt so nice to finally be able to touch yourself again, after months of not doing anything.

you slowly trailed your fingers to your folds, collecting the building up wetness. you slid your fingers up and down, rubbing on your clit a little more as well. you slapped your free hand onto your mouth to cover up any loud noises.

you moaned to yourself, shutting your eyes as you played with your little bundle of nerves, before sliding a finger into your pussy swiftly, moaning quietly. lost in the moment, you began thinking of draco, sure he was a douche, but he had a pretty face, and that was good enough for you at the moment.

you imagined what it would feel like for his finger to pump into you like this, how it would feel like for him to call you pet names as you moaned.

you slid another finger in, whimpering even louder as you felt the unforgotten feeling of the knot being formed in your stomach. you imagined how it would feel like for draco to kiss you as he finger fucked you, how it would feel like if he curled his fingers in your pussy as you moaned his name.

"draco.." you whimpered quietly.

"oh love," someone said from the shadows.

you immediately froze, retracting your hand from your panties as you scrambled to cover yourself with your blanket. you heard footsteps, and then saw a familiar figure emerge from the darkness.

"what do we have here?" the platinum blonde boy smirked, staring at your embarrassed form on your bed. "never thought someone like you would be wanting me this badly."

"what the fuck, draco?" you whisper-shouted, holding the blanket to your chest and staring at him with furrowed brows, "you better get out of here before you regret being here in the first place."

"ah yes," draco chuckled, walking closer to you, "i would love to leave and tell everyone about how you were moaning my name as you touched yourself." you wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid, hot smirk off of draco's face.

"what the hell do you want?" you asked, quickly looking at what he was wearing. a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black dress pants.

"i was actually here to dye your hair green, you see, i saw you weren't at the party, and thought you were sleeping, but i can see it's obvious that you weren't. but now," draco explained, "y/n, the question is," he took a seat on your bed, lifting your chin to look into your eyes, "what do you want, hmm?"

his eyes trailed to your exposed neck and shoulders, "do you want me to bend you over like the bad girl you are? or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, is that it?"

you stayed silent.

you hated the fact that you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, and you hated how much you wanted him. you wanted him to do all those things, and more. you wanted him to make you say his name, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair as he fucked you.

"perhaps i misread the situation," draco said, rising from his position and dusting off his pants. "i better be going, crabbe and goyle may be looking for me already."

you grabbed his arm, "draco malfoy, i swear to god that if you don't fuck me, i will kill you." draco smirks at you once again, "now that's something i'd like to hear."

draco gets into your bed as you lower the blanket, exposing your top half, only being covered by your bra. he gets on top of you, kissing you with desire and hunger. you moan into his mouth as you feel him unhook your bra and grab your breast. he takes this as the perfect chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, asserting dominance with your own.

he breaks the kiss, panting to take off his own clothes and throw them onto the ground.

"you know, i always thought you were hot," malfoy says, and you scoff. he throws your bra onto the floor as well, before getting on top of you again and kissing your neck.

"i never thought that i'd get to fuck you, though."

you palm him through his boxers, and he groans, hardening quicker by the minute. he bites down softly on your neck, making you gasp. he drags his hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing you through the thin fabric.

you bite down on your lip, wrapping your arms around draco's neck. he kisses your collarbone, before tucking his hand in your panties, playing with your clit between his two fingers.

"love, i think these drenched undies of yours are gonna have to go," he says, grabbing the elastic part, pulling it back and then letting it go, slapping your skin lightly. "mind if i take them off?"

you quickly shake your head no, and he puts on that smug smile of his, before going down to crotch level, and sliding your panties down in a one, quick movement.

"god, i bet you imagined this," draco muttered, sliding a finger into your already soaking core. "all prettied up for me, saying my name.."

he slowly inserts a finger into you, pumping in and out slowly. "fuck, draco!" you moan, grabbing onto the bed sheets. it feels so much better to have him with his finger inside you, pressing light kisses to your stomach.

he inserts another finger, pumping faster this time. "how do i make you feel, hmm? how much did you want this? did you want to come with my fingers inside you?"

draco keeps his fingers inside you, thrusting them at a steady pace, but he comes up to look at your face. you screw your eyes shut, enveloping yourself in the pleasure.

"look at me, love," draco says sternly, making you lock eyes with him. he puts another finger inside you. "do you want to come like this?"

you nod furiously, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "oh god draco.. i'm gonna come.. fuck.."

suddenly, draco removes his fingers from your insides, chuckling to himself as he sees your face form into a vicious glare, almost as if you were ready to slap him. you clenched around nothing, irritated with draco for retracting his fingers as you were just about to reach your high.

"what the fuck, draco?" you yelled, he just laughed and sat up from his position.

"we're just getting to the good part, love, and you're lucky i brought condoms just in case. now be a good girl and turn around for me, yeah?"

you quickly obliged, scrambling to get on your hands and knees as draco rolls on the condom.

"tell me how much you want this," draco whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he lines up with your entrance, only waiting for your word.

"i want this so much," you say, panting.

draco squeezes your ass, "not good enough."

"for fuck sakes draco, i want you to fuck me. i want you to mess up my insides and make me moan your name. that's what i want, malfoy."

draco doesn't help himself after that, he thrusts into you, making you yelp and grab a fistful of the bed sheets. you clench around him, making him groan out in pleasure. "do that again, fuck. it feels so good to be inside you like this."

malfoy grabs the headboard, slamming into you at a moderate speed, and you could feel your high approaching.

"you take my dick so well, y/n, i've wanted nothing more than to take you into my room and fuck you just like this," he admits. the sound of your skin slapping is the only thing that could be heard in the room, other than the party going on in the common room.

you feel a knot forming as draco hits a spot in you, making you whimper. "right.. there.. fuck!" you yell, as draco continues to hit the same spot.

"i'm gonna come," draco grunts, picking up the pace and biting his lip. "are you gonna come with me, love?"

"yes! yes! i'm gonna... fucking come!" you moan, your arms almost giving out as draco's thrusts become deeper and faster.

"come then, i wanna hear you scream my name," draco groans, slapping your ass lightly. "f-fuck! i'm-"

"draco!" you cry out in pleasure, as the knot in your stomach untangles in the most euphoric way. draco pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. you collapse on the bed, breathing heavily with sweat glistening on every inch of your body. you feel a dip in the bed beside you, and you hear draco panting.

"well," draco says, facing you. you turn your head to see him with a confident grin on his face. "unexpected, huh?"

"yeah whatever, shut up malfoy," you reply, now turning to lay on your back, but still looking at draco. "still don't like you."

"i think different," he teased, playing with strands of your hair. "i think you like me."

you scoff, "as if! i just needed some dick."

"okay y/n, whatever you say," he grinned, "but how about i take you out to hogsmeade, and lets see if you have a change in heart."

[annemagus]

natural love potion; h.p.

Pairing: harry potter x fem!Gryffindor!reader Timeline: HBP / 6th year Warning(s): cussing, mentions of dying and blood, submission, reader pining Word Count: 5k

A/N: Hey there! This is my first ever post. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Harry and Y/N are friends. Just friends. Much like Harry and Hermione, there is nothing out of it that is going on between them. Not until that day in potions.

—

“Are you done with my potion?“

“You mean, will Professor Slughorn call you by your name? Then yes, Wallenby.“

It was the first week of another year at Hogwarts. New faces, new prefects and even new professors are introduced, as usual. Professor Slughorn is the newest addition to the faculty and to have a good first impression with the students, he's given the 6th years Amortentia, the love potion, as their first Potions homework.

They were supposed to put it in their selected food or drink and it had to be unnoticeable. Why would the Potions Teacher assign this kind of homework to the students? No one knows. But this certainly gave him a good first impression to a large number of students.

“Blimey Harry, we've been rotten at Potions ever since. Now look at you, it's as if you've taken private lessons with Snape the whole summer. You’re the bloody Potions Master in our year now!“

The two Gryffindors are making their way out of their dorm room towards the Common Room with Harry holding a small basket of cookies to bring it in the dungeons where the potions classroom is at. Y/N is patiently waiting for them near the Portrait as several students greet her along the way.

"G'morning."

“Where’s ‘Mione?“ Ron exclaimed without even acknowledging the girl’s presence.

“Uhm, shouldn't you know that, Mr Prefect?"

The male prefect then realized the time and his supposed agenda to escort first years to the Great Hall. Harry scolded him of how much he and others would kill to be in his position and yet he’s never given it any importance.

“Godric, have mercy on me. Hermione’s gonna kill me!” the redhead exclaimed after getting a playful slap behind his head from the Chosen One before rushing away from the two.

“Much worse than that, she’s gonna make him expelled,“ she jokes with a mouthful of cookie from the small basket Harry was holding. "Mhm, you have no idea how badly I've been craving cookies since last week! This is good, Har. Where’d ya buy it?“ 

Harry, before realizing what happens, freezes. He was too busy lecturing his best friend that he didn't notice a hand sneaking into his potion, the cookie. His hand slowly snakes its way to the contents of the basket that has supposedly four cookies but now has only three. “Y/N!“

"What?" she chuckles dreamily.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

“What for? You put poison in it, didn't you?“ Y/N continues to chuckle dreamily.

Harry stares at his friend as if she was some peculiar experiment. “How are you feeling, Y/N?“

“I feel like . . .“ she sighs dramatically as she gazes far away, mesmerized. The effects are plainly obvious. “I feel like falling.“

“Falling?“ Harry's stomach twisted. This is what makes Potions classes bothersome, the uncertainty of knowing whether the potion you brew is right or wrong. You can only know it if you’re a professional or by testing the potion done, which in Harry’s case, Y/N would do for him.

"I'm falling in love, Harry. I'm falling in love with you."

And boy was he really the Potions Master.

The raven-haired boy's cheeks got warm the second those words escaped his friend's lips. The two are only friends and have never acted more than that. Seeing this new side of Y/N for Harry is too foreign for him.

Sure, Harry has seen her date two boys from different houses, but being the recipient of her romantic antics has never crossed his path. His last romantical relationship, if you can call it that, was last year with the senior Ravenclaw Cho Chang. Even that didn't go well. He went on a single date with her just to make her believe he's in love with both Hermione and Y/N. Ever since then, he never thought about committing to any romantic relationship.

"Harry . . ." Y/N's hand reached out for his arm, grazing down slowly towards his hand with too much delicacy. Their hands are now intertwined. The both of them have never reached this close proximity, having learned now that one of his best friend's palms are soft but slightly calloused in the fingertips from playing muggle instruments and Harry fears that when Ron finds out about this act, he will tease them nonstop which isn't fair for Y/N. ". . . I know this may sound all too sudden, but, I have loved you ever since."

He didn't respond. He tries to block all of this sudden affection out of his mind knowing these are all artificial.

"Don't you love me back?"

"Of course I do. You're my best frie-"

If his cheeks were warm, now, his ears as well are on fire. Y/N has thrown herself to the flustered boy, locking his neck and face in her arms, squealing in happiness like a kid. Holding hands is a new thing for The Boy Who Lived but hugging him as if to let the world know he's someone's is another thing.

Very few people have ever hugged him in all the history of his 16 years of existence, knowing the story of his parents and the lack thereof. His godfather, Mrs Weasley and Hermione are the only ones — as far as he knows — written in a tiny piece of parchment of the list of people who have hugged him. Yet none of them could compare to this hug as those mentioned acted parental towards him.

Students are now starting to pass them out of the Common Room towards the Great Hall. One of those shouted, "get a room!" They're still standing just beside the Portrait Hole where Ron has left them both to deal with his own romance.

"Uhm, Y/N, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast first, yes?"

"Yes! Let's tell 'Mione and Ron that we're finally together!"

—

Breakfast was agonizingly slow, to Harry's opinion. Y/N can't stop giggling beside him and feeding him like an infant earning them attention from the others.

"Oi, Potter! Didn't know that you two are . . ."" Seamus makes a kissing face earning a few cackles and sniggers from their other friends at the table.

The boy just ignored them with an eye roll, amusing the two friends in front of him.

"Leave them be, Harry. Besides, when was the time Y/N acted on you this way, huh?" They all diverted their gaze to the dazed girl. Eyebrows knitted in concentration as she feeds him but at the same time doing her best to get as close to Harry as the universe could possibly give her the opportunity to. They've never seen her this in love and affectionate. And the two thought that Harry just deserves it even just for a while. "Never, right? You better make it worthwhile."

"Thanks, Ron. Really helpful." He answered with his famous eye-roll.

"Always here for you, mate "

"I just don't get why we couldn't tell Professor Slughorn immediately. I mean, I'm sure he has something for Y/N. Or Madam Pomfrey-"

"Yeah? In which I'm sure is also your easiest ticket to detention."

The boy grunts some incoherent words of profanities under his breath. Not only was he getting embarrassed by the fact that one of his close friends is acting like his girlfriend but dragging Y/N along with his catastrophic life is just too unfair on her side. She didn't ask for this. Plus, detention in the second week of a new school year doesn't sound good.

The Brightest Witch reminded them not to take Potions lightly. It may sound like not the most helpful subject in a wizarding war, but can get you expelled once meddled with students. In short, what happened to Y/N is very illegal. You should not use or test your Potions project with another student. Plus, Filch will go nuts if he gets the news that a student gave another student a love potion.

“Well, at least, now we know that your Potion worked well.”

"Come on, we're going to be late for DADA."

On their way towards Snape's classroom — a fact Harry still can't accept — Y/N's fingers are interlaced with Harry's as they walk. She's given him her bag as that's what boyfriend and girlfriends do. In the classroom, Y/N didn't sit in her usual spot but literally kicked Ron out of his chair to sit beside Harry, the boy just mouths a sorry.

Her usual focus from the class was now inclined to Harry himself alone the whole class. Out of all their major subjects, Harry is known to have the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on top of it all. Y/N knows it, having been a member of Dumbledore's Army. Everybody knows it. But with Snape being the teacher and Y/N constantly caressing his left cheek every time Snape's back faces them, the said subject is somehow kicked out of its place on top.

"Y/N, do you mind?" He tried but obviously failed to ask her to stop in the nicest way he can utter. "I mean, it'll be really hard for us to pass DADA, and eventually NEWTs, if we're both distracted." His voice is hoarse and soft, one way or another. Afraid to hurt the girl beside him and cause a scene. Letting his former Potions Professor know his mischief doing is the least of his priorities for the day. Merlin, at least, let this day finish without anyone knowing.

"Harry, my love, it's not my fault your eyes are distracting. They're the most beautiful green not even the most beautiful forest in the world could compare to."

Once again, his cheeks and ears are on fire for the 37th time this morning. Most of the reasons are from the nonstop compliments he's receiving from the girl. It didn't take much energy from him to not believe all of it. He grew up with the Dursleys, they didn't fail to engrave in his mind his place and worth.

"Care to share in class what you're chattering about, Mr Potter?" The elder snarled in the middle of his discussion, letters extending out of his tongue as per usual. He finally notices, as always, Harry making another noise across the room.

"Nothing, Professor."

The said Professor narrowed his eyes to the duo. He knows, of course, he knows, he was a bloody Potions Professor ever since he accepted the job offered to him at Hogwarts.

"I'm saying this once and only once," he positioned himself in front of the two, now leaning to the Gryffindor boy to let just the two hear what he'll say. "Fix this, or you will face more vile punishment than getting expelled."

The class was dismissed with 50 points taken from Gryffindor. Harry is used to it, even his other fellow Gryffindors weren't surprised anymore. As a matter of fact, as long as he is breathing, infinite points will be deducted from their house.

As they were heading out of the classroom, Hermione gently peels the zonked out Y/N away from her grasp on the poor boy. "Harry, you can't let the other teachers know about this."

"Well, what do you suggest then?"

The next words that came out of her lips are like caffeine to the sleepy heads of Harry and Ron. They could not believe she could say such things. Even Y/N would have been gobsmacked if she just wasn't in a daze.

"Don't go to classes?" Her tone was laced with uncertainty. But she couldn't think of any other option, she'd rather let them take a day off classes than have Harry nor Y/N expelled.

"Can I come with them?"

— 

Harry Potter's Monday was bizarrely different from his usual ones. He has spent the whole day with Y/N trailing behind him like a baby duck. His hand used to be sweaty the whole time with her's but now, it felt more comforting than awkward interlocked with his.

The castle was quiet, with all the students in class, it gave him privacy and away from the prying eyes of malicious gossipers. They couldn’t get inside the Common Room as some 7th years are hanging there knowing they have fewer classes and more time for reviewing for their NEWTs, library; some teachers roam around there, Hagrid’s Hut; knowing Hagrid, as much as they love the guy, couldn’t keep his mouth shut from secrets.

As much as he dreads going to class all the time, it was strange to see the castle this quiet without Ron’s company.

He was throwing pebbles by the lake to pass time as Y/N sat on the ground behind him, making them their Charms essay homework.

The boy studies her features. Y/N wasn’t so bad. Her hair’s tidier than Hermione’s. She was actually beautiful. He would’ve taken her to the Yule Ball when Ravenclaw Cho Chang declined his invitation and if it wasn’t for that Slytherin bloke asking her out instantly - her first ex-boyfriend who Y/N dated a few months back. Her hair tucked in her ear as she focuses on what to write next in her essay. Harry feels bad for making her write his homework but the girl insisted. Guess you’d do anything for the people you love.

He looks back on the lake. Thinking of the people who have loved him did everything they could to protect him, even dying. First, his parents, then Sirius even Jesus, what did he do to deserve this fate. What good will it be if the people he loves are gone?

Two arms wrapped around his chest from behind startled him.

“You’re tense.” Y/N’s hand unwrapped his bloodied hand. He didn’t even notice he was gripping the stone tightly, his scarlet blood staining the object.

“It’s nothing.“ He cranes his neck to stare at the girl on his right shoulder. Her eyes are full of concern and love. Love that he created out of a goddamn potion for a goddamn homework. A love that could never be compared to the love of his parents and Sirius. A goddamn false love. His brows knitted before jumping out of Y/N’s embrace with panic.

“I think we can go inside now.“

The rest of the day consists of Harry, trying to ignore all of Y/N’s pining over him. He tries to remember that all of these are not her fault, there’s nothing to get mad at her about. Running away from her is also impossible as she committed herself to cling to Harry’s arm as if her life depends on it.

Finally, classes are over and dinner is approaching. The two are reunited with Hermione and Ron in a secluded area of a random hallway, as Harry was hoping to get less attention from other students as they got earlier at breakfast.

“How are the love birds?“ Ron teases, seeing their hands locked still.

“Oh, it was majestic, Ron! Harry took me to the Black Lake even though today was a school day. I feel a little rebellious, to be honest.“

“Good hiding spot.“ Hermione commented.

“I’m not going to the Great Hall for dinner. So you two can bring Y/N instead.“

“No! I’m coming with you!“

“Y/N aren’t you tired of my company yet?“

“I could never! I love you.“

Ron snickered pretty loudly in front of them, even Hermione couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Aren't you two just adorable?” the redhead continues to tease.

“Don’t worry Harry, Ron and I will bring you supper instead.“

The day has finally ended and the effects of the Amortentia, as what the favourite book of Harry says, wears off after 24 hours. It was past Y/N’s get up time but fortunately for them, she took her time sleeping exactly until the effects wore off. 

She moans with pain as she tries to sit up from her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"'Mione?"

"It's me."

"I feel like a full construction site is inside my head . . . and I feel awful. Like, waking up on the wrong side of the wrong bed."

"Do you feel anything . . . unusual? Like, something or particularly someone you want to obsess about?"

The girl looks at her strangely and then at the time. "Bloody heck Hermione, aren't we late for breakfast?"

Clearly, Y/N remembers none from the incident.

Meanwhile, at the Great Hall, Harry is tapping his leg out of anxiousness. If his Amortentia was too strong and didn’t ease away, he might as well pack his belongings and leave Hogwarts voluntarily. His precious book from the Half-Blood Prince has mentioned the cure for a love potion but the ingredients are only held by the Potions Teacher. The horrors there will be once he mentions this to a teacher is unimaginable, he’d rather spend the day with a dazed Y/N than get lectures from a teacher.

“Don’t worry about your girlfriend, mate,“ Ron’s words are muffled from a chicken leg in between his teeth from across him. “They’re here.“

Across the Hall, the two girls are striding towards their place.

“Why are you at my seat?”

“Uhhh . . .” stammering, Ron glances at Harry for help. They were normally sitting beside each other but after the incident yesterday, they thought Y/N would love to sit next to the Golden Boy. “I-I don’t know either,“ just sliding to his side to make room for the two.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?“ Harry asks the dishevelled looking girl in front of him. Both Hermione and Ron - who are sitting side by side - are listening to the exchange intently.

“Honestly, I feel bad. Like, subconsciously, I know this day would be so bad,” Y/N sighs depressingly. “Why, are you alright?“

“Yeah,” deep inside the boy, a strong wave of relief passed him. His body was cold from the nerves, but knowing his Amortentia had finally worn off, those nerves were showered off of him with a warm relieving feeling. “Actually, I’ve never been better.”

“Well, at least one of us has woken up on the right side of the bed.“ she chuckles half-heartedly. Harry felt guilty hastily after hearing those words. It’s all your fault dipshit.

As Y/N is back to sitting beside Hermione, she is also back to her normal self. Talking to her alone about their Charms homework that she never remembers making and some other random stuff that the boys could not give a care about. She was back to not paying any attention to the Golden Boy at the front who she absentmindedly know is staring at her.

Morning supper was finished and the quartet is now in Snape’s classroom. Y/N was back to sitting beside the cute Hufflepuff guy she's been crushing on and Harry is back stuck with his blabbering best friend.

As Snape discusses some more non-verbal spells and the techniques, he takes time to stop rounding the class in front of Y/N who was again, back to her normal self, her focus never leaving the Teacher. He stares at her, looking past her eyes and seeing that his student’s consciousness is back before trudging towards Harry and Ron.

“10 points from Gryffindor,” he grunted under his breath, which actually is the first compliment Harry has ever received from the elder man.

Classes ended and dinner came, Harry finds himself staring at the girl in front of him. She was talking to Seamus, one of their good friends, chatting and laughing with him as if he'd said the funniest joke ever told. The food on his plate has long been forgotten.

"Quit staring, you creep."

Harry looks back at his best friend beside him with a mixture of confusion. "Don't tell me you think I wouldn't notice."

What the boy was talking about, he has no idea.

"When will you tell Y/N?" Again, he replied with a look. "About the incident, of course."

Harry wasn't planning on ending his friendship with Y/N because of his carelessness. He could've just sealed the cookies in a jar or box so no one could see it, but no. He had to display it for the world to see. Hermione disagrees with his plan, of course.

The three of them found the perfect time to be alone in the common room, students are still chatting and scampering about their day anywhere but their dorms. So they decided then, to tell Y/N what happened.

"So that's why I felt bad. Isn't that the after-effects of Amortentia?"

Three heads nodded in front of her, studying her features.

"Well, I'm glad it was you, Harry. Could you imagine if it was Ron?" Y/N visibly grimacing at the thought. "But to be honest, it was all my fault. I should've asked you first before eating it. Thank you for being honest with me, Harry."

It wasn’t really what the boy was expecting as a response. He was anticipating more anger or embarrassment from the girl.

Their usual cycle is back. Y/N was completely Y/N Y/L/N again it's as if nothing happened. The four of them never mentioned the incident again and Harry catches himself being disturbed with that. It made him feel some things like shouldn’t Y/N be shy around me? Or shouldn’t Ron tease us still about what happened? Or shouldn’t Hermione lecture us and watch over us more to not repeat the incident again? These thoughts run through his head as every day passes.

He also catches himself getting extra angrier at the Hufflepuff boy, Y/N’s crushing about, every time they have a Quidditch tournament. Especially that time when she barges in the Common Room pretty loudly yelling at everyone that she got a date with the cute Hufflepuff.

“Y/N can you help me find a good present for Mrs Weasley’s birthday on our next Hogsmeade trip?” He tried, one Friday morning, to get in between them.

“Of course, Harry! But, can we do it after my date?“

“Right . . . you have a date.” Sounding a tad bit more disappointed than he really is.

“But,” Y/N responded with the syllable dragging along “I could tell him to go on the next visit instead and spend the day with my best friend?”

“Oh no, I don’t want you to cancel your date because of me.”

“Harry, I could even cancel my Charms class, Godric knows how much I love that class but, that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is that I’m here for you. Also, we’ve barely hung out anymore ever since you’ve been the, what does Ron call it, ah, the Potions master!”

“Not you too!” he playfully grunted all too loudly earning a laugh from the girl.

"Seriously, I would love to come with you.”

He never thought he'd say this but he misses Y/N. His Y/N, who cannot keep her hands to herself but Harry’s.

And before he could stop himself from getting deeper into his thoughts, he was left astounded. To his knowledge, all feelings he has for his best friend are only platonic but here he is, couldn't stop himself from the thoughts of Y/N. The way she used to have her focus engraved to the boy alone and him alone. It gives him so much angst every time Y/N hasn't given him enough attention for the day.

If this stupid Amortentia incident leads him into any feelings he'd be in deep shit.

Because Harry should not be bothered to get distracted. Quidditch season is starting, he's got new people relying upon his captainship. Besides Y/N has her eyes on someone else and he cannot risk losing their friendship knowing his feelings aren't being reciprocated.

Well there it is, he's already in deep shit.

So when their first game arrived playing against Slytherin, he is rather surprised to see Ron winning them a high rank.

He knows he deserved the glory that's why as the captain of the team, he let them have the post quidditch game party in their common room. The parties were usually lead by the twins, but knowing they're already gone, he didn't know that his fellow housemates apprehended their festivities.

"Weasley! Weasley!"

They watch as Ron finally gets recognition for his own efforts alone. Y/N was nowhere to be found, probably with her new boyfriend, and Hermione was shattered when Lavender Brown smothered Ron with kisses.

The two are in a random staircase trying to comfort one another. He doesn't know who needs more comforting, Hermione or him. Knowing he already lost someone who's never his also shattered his heart.

"How does it feel, Harry? When you see Y/N with another guy?"

To say that he's dumbfounded was an understatement. He couldn't be that careless with his so-called feelings now, is he?

"I know. I see the way you look at her. You two are my best friend."

He dreaded this conversation happening. The Golden Boy has never intended on developing feelings toward his friend. Unlike Hermione and Ron, the two have been having this romantical tension ever since their first year. His feelings toward Y/N is purely conjured by an incident they never dared to speak about. The boy believes that these stupid feelings of him will only break their friendship and Harry's not risking that.

"Why don't you try something?" Hermione is always the one they go to whenever they need help and whenever they're clueless about the next step. But this, this advice of hers is definitely one Harry's scared to listen to. "Hufflepuff boy is still not making any moves yet. You know, you're valid to think about yourself too. You've always thought about the others, you always prioritize us before yourself. You deserve to live too, Harry."

So Harry did listen.

In the Great Hall, he confided himself to sit beside Y/N all the time. Hermione doesn't mind the changes in their seating arrangement as she gets to sit with Ron anyway, so candidly speaking, it is a win-win situation for everybody.

He starts small, playfully feeding her (the way she used to), talking and listening to her talk about life in general. When they were walking towards their class, he would always offer to carry her bag, in which he never really waits for her response. Intermittently inviting her to do homework by the lake alone together. And every time they have Hogsmeade visits, he would buy her sweets at Honeydukes.

And Y/N notices. It didn't really take her long before she sees. She has convinced Hermione one night to tell her of her doings that day she was under Amortentia. Harry's new behaviour towards her has perfectly mirrored the story Hermione has told her.

Little did Harry know, the feelings eventually have been mutuals.

So when the Golden Boy was informed of this Christmas Party Professor Slughorn has assembled, he didn't hesitate to ask Y/N in an instant, too afraid that Yule Ball night might happen again. He was, for once, too grateful to be part of the Slug Club as Hufflepuff Boy was not part of it. Now that just minimizes his crush problem.

He has seen her in a ball gown back in their fourth year for their Yule Ball. But he never got the chance to be the one standing beside her throughout the night but now, tonight, he feels like the luckiest man.

Standing on the top of the stairway from the girls' dorm room was his best friend he never had feelings before until this year. She wasn't wearing the grandest of gown there is but this simple dress enhanced her features. She was walking down the stairs with a smile that gave a huge impact on how she looks. She was literally glowing.

"Hi."

"Y/N," he breathed, completely in awe of what feelings do to people.

He always sees Y/N every day, talks to her and laughs with her. She sees her perfectly like what normal best friends do. But after developing feelings for her, his mind is persuaded that she was the most beautiful person that walked on the planet.

Harry is infatuated. He felt as if he was under some spell. Is this how Y/N sees him, all those times she was under the love potion?

But Harry was sure, a hundred per cent, that this is not artificial feelings. He really likes her.

So after a very successful Christmas date, with Hermione being their third wheel, the two were back from being hip to hip. Harry was glad his Y/N is back. He's been wearing the pride of not having to use a love potion to get her back beside him. Because this time, Harry did not create an artificial love to make the girl he likes, like him back. This time, he did it right. He just needed to wait for the right time and place to ask her.

Christmas has passed and Harry's time is also running fast. Of course, his special assignment with Dumbledore has never left his mind. He would do the subtle talks with Professor Slughorn here and there. He felt as if he's running out of ideas to get what he needed and to make things worse, the Potions Master is already growing annoyed with him.

"Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?"

"Luck . . . That's it. All I need's a bit of luck."

That evening, Harry was away the whole time. He missed dinner but Y/N waited on him in the common room. She knows that the Felix Felicis potion has no limits. Whatever the user's deepest desires, it will help give it to them. Y/N knows that at this very moment, Harry succeeded. She makes sure that there will be someone waiting on him to celebrate it with him.

Harry came back from the Headmaster's office bearing a report about Slughorn's memory with Tom Riddle. There, in the Gryffindor Common Room, he sees her sleeping in one of the tables far back. It was not hard to see her, with the time obviously past bedtime, she was all alone.

With the liquid luck still pumping in his veins, he rushed to her. Kneeling in front of her, the Golden Boy then gently wakes the girl up.

"Harry?"

"Y/N . . . I think I'm falling"

"Falling? What falling? Are you experiencing vertigo right now? Anxiety?"

"Worse than those."

And Y/N, moving on from her sleeping state, was now fully aware of where the conversation was going. She holds his inviting hand. "What is it, Harry?"

"Love . . . I'm falling in love."

Y/N smiles at how adorable the boy is looking right now. His hair is ever so dishevelled and his lips as red as cherry. He was the most oblivious boy she knows. Has only dated one yet here he is, kneeling in front of her. Confessing.

She knows that Felix is helping him with some luck because knowing the sober Harry, he would never be bold enough to say such things. Little did Harry know, he need not some luck as she was all too blessed to have him in her life. Because to Y/N's honest opinion, in this room, she was the luckiest.

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/N."

—

(Shamefully) tagging these amazing ppl: @harryjamespotterxreader​ @harrypotterxx​ @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts

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Kinkmas Day 2:

Exhibition, Degradation, Praise and Daddy Kink

Let Them Hear - Fred Weasley

a lil gamer au fred fic for you !

a/n: this was discussed heavily with my friend @ilove-cedricdiggory and i had to bring it to life for them

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Modern AU /Gamer AU. Reader wants attention while her boyfriend is gaming, and he gives it to her, with his friends still on call.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, daddy kink (p mild honestly), exhibition, degredation, pet names, oral and fingering (female reciving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids!)

“Freddie?” Poking my head through the bedroom door I saw him sat at the end of the bed. His long nimble fingers were dancing around his gaming controller, something he had been doing for the better part of the day now. Without looking at me he pulled one side of his headphones off, revealing his ear. Pushing the mic down away from his face he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hey baby, what’s up.” His fingers still danced across the controller as he asked, his eyes flickering over the screen that danced with bright colors as he played.

I moved into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me I slowly padded over to him. I played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt, and sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Need you.”

He let out a hearty chuckle, pulling the other side of his headphones off so they rest around his neck. “Is that so, you need me?” I simply nodded, pushing my bare legs together seeking for friction. The action did not go unnoticed by Fred who smirked in response.

“I promised them we woud play,” he spoke gesturing to his headphones. I could hear the distant voices of his friends, making out Oliver and Draco saying something about meeting somewhere in the game. I let out a short huff, looking at him with my best innocent face, batting my eyelashes up at him. He laughed again, leaning forward I rested my forehead against his shoulder about to admit defeat. “Awe baby, you got it bad?”

“Yes! I tried to tell you before you got on your game and that was two hours ago!” I whined.

“Tell him what?” I heard a voice ask from the headset.

My face flushed at the sudden realization that during my small outburst I had forgotten we were in the presence of other people. Fred laughed at my reaction and pulled the mic back towards his mouth.

“Y/N is feeling a bit, needy, right now.” Fred said smug as ever. I flushed even harder, smacking his arm lightly.

“Fred!” I scolded in a light tone.

“Go on and help her then Freddie,” I heard George say, recognizing his voice.

“We don’t mind, a new match is about to start anyway, just don’t join.” Draco said.

“You guys are alright with that?” Fred asked?

“Yeah, you will be done before this match is over, we all know you last less than two minutes.” Ron snorted. Howls of laughter could be heard over the headset and I watched as Fred’s smile transformed into a scowl. I brought my arm up squeezing his bicep lightly and offering a shy smile. The cold look in his eyes gave me shivers as he looked over to me.

He pulled the headset off, tossing his controller to the side. Instead of following suit with the headphones he pulled them over my head so one encased one ear and the other was left free.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he messed with the mic so it was situated next to my mouth. My words were met with with cheers and short ‘hello’s from the boys on the headset but I ignored it watching Fred’s movements and he turned off the TV.

He leaned into me, his lips barely brushing mine. “I’m going to show them how long I last, and how good I make you feel while doing it.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks and wetness pool between my legs. I nodded in response. “Words baby.”

“Please.” I begged, opening my legs. He smiled gratefully and dropped to his knees.

“Begging already L/N? Has he even touched you?” Draco asked. Before I could respond, Fred's fingers ghosted of my clothed folds, I bucked my hips as a gentle whine escaped my lips.

Tenderly he pushed my panties to the side. Licking a strip up my dripping pussy, he stopped at my clit, circling the nub gently. His movements driving me wild I cried out again.

“What’s he doing Y/N, what could possibly be making you sound like that so quickly?” Wood asked. I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“He’s using his, his mouth.” I replied rather out of breath. I felt Fred smile against me and he changed pace, wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking lightly and drawing small circles on it with his tongue. It felt heavenly and I called out his name to let him know it. Tangling my fingers in his hair I pulled gently, he groaned, sending vibrations through me that had me bucking wildly into his mouth.

One of his hands found my hip, the other my thigh and he pushed me down keeping me in place as he continued to push me toward the edge. I let out a long whine as he stopped to lick another stripe up my folds, stopping to tease my entrance with his tongue. “Doing so well baby, being such a good girl for me.” Fred praised before diving back down.

“Don’t let him lie to you, Y/N, you’re slut. By the sounds of it you’re about to cum and it's barely been a minute.” George piped up, laughing through his words. I hated to admit it but it made me grow wetter, an involuntary moan left my lips as Fred continued his work.

“You like that, being told how much of a whore you are?” Ron asked, his voice was hoarse as he asked, sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course she does, listen to how much she started moaning, she's just a little slut, letting Fred use her.” Draco snarled.

I moaned out loudly letting my head fall back. My orgasm was fastly approaching and as long as Fred didn’t stop I was going to fall apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Wood asked.

“Gonna prove what a slut you really are?” Draco pushed. I moaned out again, Fred continued to lick at my clit, ravishing me. I lifted my head, looking at him with heavy eyes waiting for him to give me what I needed.

He made eye contact with me, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. I nodded feverishly letting out a small whine. He hummed against my clit, both answering me and tipping me over the edge. I came with a long moan, arching my back and fisting the sheets so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I tore through them with my nails.

“F-Fred!” I jolted as he continued attacking my clit. His grip on my hip and thigh grew tighter and he pulled me against his mouth, not slowing down. I shook as the overstimulation took over, my abdomen, I fell back on the bed, arching my back as high as it would allow, my muscles clenched and unclenched, my legs shook of their own accord. Fred removed his hand from my hip, his fingers trailing over my entrance.

“Listen to her begging like a whore, you hear this?” George muttered.

“Unbelievable, she's a blubbering mess, falling apart at his every move.” Ron muttered.

“Do you like being used Y/N?” One of them asked, I couldn’t distinguish who as Fred teased my entrance with his fingers.

Letting out a long languid moan to answer their question, I bucked into Fred’s touch. The shake from overstimulation began to fuel the pit in my stomach as it quickly returned. Fred pushed two fingers inside of me, taking no time to crook them upwards and hit that spot inside of me that had me seeing stars. His lips pulled harder on my clit as his fingers sent a sensual pase. Pushing into me slowly and pushing against me. I was shaking, my second orgasm seconds away.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” I panted. “Please Daddy, let me cum.” I screamed as Fred suddenly fastened his pace.

“Daddy? I didn’t know you were into that L/N.” Ron said.

Realizing my slip I pulled my head up scared to see Fred but when I met his eyes they were lust filled, pupils dilated so much they almost looked completely black.

“Are you going to cum for Daddy?” Wood taunted.

I whined, begging for permission to release that would eventually happen with permission or not.

Fred nipped my clit lightly, brushing his teeth over it while simultaneously burying his fingers deep within me. I bucked wildly against his grip, cumming for a second time in mere minutes. I felt my release squelch on his fingers as he slowed down his pace, slowly pulling his face away and his fingers following suit. I layed there, blissed out and twitching watching him stand over me, wiping my release off his chin on the back of his hand.

“You did so good baby, so good for Daddy.” I felt my cheeks warm up as he used the title.

“Such a slut, greedy one too, has he gotten any attention.” The words from Draco pulled me from my blissed out state and I looked down at Fred to see his dick straining painfully against his trousers.

“Freddie…” I made grabby hands toward the man, he smiled and leaned over me.

“Not my name.” He whispered against my lips, moving to make open mouthed kisses down my jaw and to my neck.

“D-Daddy?”

He hummed against the column of my neck and I could feel his smug smile forming. “Yes baby?”

“Fuck me.” I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulling his head back up to mine I brushed my lips against his gently. “Please.”

“Such a dirty mouth, think he’d have half the mind to punish you.” George said. By the half hearted chuckle that escaped Fred’s lips I knew he heard him too.

“Not tonight,” He whispered, bringing one hand down my side he pulled up my shirt, bunching it above my breasts. “But next time I won’t be so nice.” One hand roamed the now free expanse of my chest as the other propped him up. His hand gently pinched my nipple, eliciting a moan from my throat.

“That’s too bad, I would have loved to hear him spank you.” Oliver groaned. I moaned lightly at his words, the thought of him bending me over and punishing me made me grow impossibly wetter. I would not be surprised if there was a wet spot on the bed.

“Spread those pretty legs for me.” Fred said. I quickly obliged, pulling my knees up and to the side, opening myself up for him. “Such a pretty cunt, all spread and wet for me.”

“You’re really wet for Weaselbee Y/N?” Draco asked, followed by a ‘hey’ of offense from George and Ron.

“Mate she’s drenched.” Fred replied having heard him. I felt my face heat up, feeling self conscious being the center of attention and having all the boys discuss my sex. Out of instinct I began to pull my legs together to hide but Fred stopped me. Pushing my legs apart he leaned down, landing a gentle kiss to each of my hip bones. “You’re beautiful baby, don’t hide from me.”

I nodded shyly, relaxing in his grip I brought my hands down to release him. Pulling his cock out he let out a low hum as I stroked it lightly, beckoning him closer to me with each pump. Soon his hand found my wrist, prying me off of him he linked our fingers together, using his other hand to line himself up with my enterance.

Slowly he pushed in, bottoming out and grinding his pelvis into me. “Ah, yes, m-move please.” I begged as he rutted his hips in a circular motion.

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, towering over me he held both my hands, pinning them above my head with his own. He set a relentless pace that had my stomach in knots in seconds. My legs felt like jelly as he bottomed out with each thrust.

“So good for me baby, taking my cock so well.” Fred growled in my ear. A broken moan left my lips in response.

“Thank you Daddy,” I cried out. I felt my eyes become glassy with pleasure and he leaned down placing gentle kisses on my cheekbones urging the tears to not fall.

“You’re such a little slut letting him use you like that.” Draco breathed into his mic.

“Such a whore spread open for him.” Wood added. I moaned, tightening my walls around him causing Fred to hit that spot inside of me perfectly.

“I’m going to- please Daddy,” I didn’t finish my sentence. It fell into a broken moan as Fred pounded into me with intent.

“Gonna cum Y/N?” Ron asked.

“Gonna cum on his cock like a little whore?” George followed.

“Yes!” I cried. “Please!” I begged, a few tears fell down my face as I fought off my orgasm.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” Fred moaned in my ear. I let go of all of my pride as I cried out broken thank you’s.

“Daddy, yes, yes, thank you.” My back arched off the bed, feeling my nipples brush against his chest. His hips began to falter and soon he pushed himself in me completely, cumming inside of me with reckless abandon. He pushed his already flush hips into me a few more time, driving his cum deep inside of me.

“Dirty whore did you like that, moaning for us, putting on a little show?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. Fred tenderly pulled out, collapsing ontop of my chest.

“Dirty girl,” Oliver tutted.

“A good girl.” Fred responded straight into the mic. I blushed at his words.

“Can’t argue with that.” George said.

“Nope.” Ron agreed.

Fred pulled the headset off of me, I put up no fight, laying there with useless legs and ragged breaths.

“Don’t talk shit about my game, might I remind you none of you are in a serious relationship and I just made my girl cum three times.” Fred said into the mic. I heard arguing over the headset but it was soon diminished to nothing as Fred left the call laughing to himself.

He turned to me standing at the foot of the bed, running a single finger up my shaking legs. “You did so good baby, I didn’t know you had that in you.” He said a goofy grin adorning his beautiful features.

“I could say the same for you, Daddy.” I arched my back as I spoke, driving my chest into the air. I watched his eyes grow dark again, and I bet his dick was twitching watching me.

“If you want to walk at all this week I suggest you stop while you're ahead.”

“Make me.”