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“𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮”

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Summary: Draco Malfoy casually flirting with you for the whole semester has already swept you off your feet but what happens when it’s just the two of you, alone?

NOTE: 1.8k Words AND this is for @approved-by-dentists aka Clarissa’s 400 writing challenge! This was so much fun to write and congrats on 400 you deserve it 🌈

Warnings: SOME SEXUAL TENSION, kissing, tongue and that’s pretty much it i guess THIS IS 1.8K WORDS

“Y/n are you down to go to Hogsmeade this week?” Questioned Pansy as we walked down the crowded corridors trying to shove our way to our next lesson.

“I’m down... so who else is going to be going?” I asked as curiosity delved deeper into my mind.

“I assume Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle are tagging along,” she replied as she clutched onto her books against her chest making sure she didn’t drop them.

A wave of relievement rushed through my body as I deeply exhaled. I was glad that Draco Malfoy wasn’t going to be going especially after the past few weeks of constant flirting over this current semester. Purposely being touchy, muttering sweet things into my ear, wanting to work with me during lessons, all that jazz. You name it and I assure you he was doing it all.

But I couldn’t lie that a part of me didn’t also want him to be there. Over the whole semester,I developed some sort of crush on him but I assured myself it wasn’t anything serious. Because it wasn’t.

“Earth to you y/n,” she muttered as she nudged me slightly causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

“Uh yeah?” I mumbled as a a tiny frown painted across my lips, making me look in the opposite direction.

“I forgot to mention that Draco’s also coming,” she added casually as I turned my attention back to her, almost instantly.

“You mean Malfoy-,” I stuttered as other students bumped into the two of us.

“Uh yeah.. Malfoy..,” She responded, her face puzzled.

I could feel the sweat that was starting to form under my uniform, from hearing his name roll of the tip of her tongue and my hands were beginning to slightly quivering. Maybe it was because I was sat next to him in the lesson that I was heading for now.

Making my way into class, i plopped down onto the seat next to Malfoy wearily.

“Ah..look who do we have here?” He stated playfully as he scooted his seat closer to mine.

“I’m not in the mood Malfoy,” I groaned back as I shoved my books out of my bag.

“Ooh not so friendly,” he added almost as if he was trying to get on my nerves until I gave him a deathly glare making him back up a bit.

There were moments during class where our knees would accidentally touch or his hand would graze mine making me fluster at the sudden contact.

When class finished he began pestering me again. “I heard you might be going to Hogsmeade with us,” he stated as I simply ignored him.

My perception of things were like ‘let’s ignore him and hope I can easily get myself out of this’ sort of thing. Therefore I kept blanking him every single time he tried to talk to me.

As I was exiting the classroom, he held onto my wrist loosely making it compulsory for me to turn around and face him. “Let go of me,” I spoke through gritted teeth.

“Not until you tell me what’s your problem?” He countered as he furrowed his brows, his grip becoming tighter.

“It’s none of your business,” I responded quickly before turning on my heels ready to leave until he leaned towards my ear from behind.

“Are you sure it’s none of my business?” He whispered as a playful smirk appeared on his face.

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“That looks ridiculously perfect on you,” complimented Pansy as I came down the stairs to the common room. I was wearing a basic,black, midi dress paired along with matching high thigh boots, topped with a winter formal coat.

“Thank you, you look gorgeous too,” I said as my cheeks glowed with a rosy coloured tint.

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Making our way to Hogsmeade, me and Pansy met up with the boys. As soon as I walked in, Malfoy’s mouth was hung slightly open as he stared at me in awe.

“What’s good?” Asked Blaise to the two of us as my heart started beating rapidly. I could have sworn at some point Draco was checking me out. His eyes darting up and down at my figure as I stood their biting on the inside flesh of my cheek as a coping mechanism.

“I think it’s better if we go and explore in pairs,” blurted Draco. Unluckily, I knew where this was headed. Blaise’s and Pansy left for Honeydukes and Crabbe and Goyle headed to the shrieking shack ,leaving me with Draco Malfoy.

“You uh.. you look beautiful today,” he pointed out his cheeks slightly flustering.

“Are you saying that I don’t look beautiful on a regular day?” I questioned my face distorted in confusion.

“No! That’s not what I meant, I mean you look beautiful every day.. you know,” he answered hastily before jamming his hands into his pockets, glancing up at me every now and then.

“Oh do I really?” I taunted. If he thought that this game could only be played by him, then he was wrong. This was a game for two.

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Somehow convincing me to hang out with him, we ended up in the three broomsticks each with a cup of butterbeer, that tasted like cream soda with an extra thick layer of whipped cream on top as we sat opposite one another.

“So are you going to tell me why you keep ignoring me or what?” He insisted before placing his cup down.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep it to myself,” I replied smugly as I took a sip out of my frothy drink.

out of no where, he started giggling making my heart explode with overloaded cuteness. “Why are you giggling?” I questioned as I wrinkled my nose.

“You’ve got some cream on your nose.. here let me help you,”. He leaned across the table as he started to clean me up. I couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous,pale face. My gaze wandered above as I stared into his soft,grey eyes.

When he noticed, a small smile crept up his face as he observed me for a quick second, before pulling away from me.

“Thank.. you,” I said as the words were stuck in my throat.

“Don’t be,” was all he replied with before getting up from his seat, extending his hand towards me.

“Shall we?” He asked, before I took his hand in mine.

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Letting my guard down, I actually enjoyed Draco’s company. He was just so much fun and he hadn’t even yet failed to make me laugh. I felt as if In the last two hours, I had gotten to know the more adorable, dork side of him as he himself put his bad boy demeanour to the side for once.

“You know Malfoy.. your not so bad as everyone makes you out to seem,” I spoke as we strolled down Hogsmeade quietly.

“I’m glad,” was all that he said before moving on to the next thing. “So are you going to tell me why you kept ignoring me now?” He questioned as we stopped near a desolate area.

I chewed on my lip as my heart started thumping at the question. I couldn’t avoid it now. I had to tell him the real reason.

“If I tell you... you have to swear on Merlin that whatever I spill doesn’t affect whatever we have going on,” I said defensively.

“I mean if you put it that way then sure, I swear on Merlin it won’t affect whatever we have going on,” he sweared. I could feel my muscles tensing up as I clutched on the fabric of my dress.

“Draco I- ... I really like you,” I huffed as my arms folded against my chest. He let out a confused giggled before responding.

“I like you too y/n,” he stated abnormally.

It came to my conclusion that he had gotten the whole situation twisted.

“No, Draco.. what I mean when I say I really like you is that ... it’s more than just like,” I exhaled deeply in disappointment, hanging my head in shame as I exaggerated the last word.

His eyebrows raised slightly as his mouth opened when it had finally hit him. “Too bad were not together then,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear him.

“You gotta stop saying things like that,” I complained.

“Saying things like what?” He interrogated, before smiling down to the floor.

“Saying things that ...make me want to kiss you,” I disclosed, as the last of my words turned into a whisper.

“Maybe you should... maybe you shouldn’t,” he played,as he took a few steps closer to me, closing the gap that was formed between the two of us, his face an inch away from mine.

“Golly gosh y/n, your heart is beating so fast,” he laughed as he threw back his head a bit.

“I can’t help.. help it,” my breathing hitching continuously as I pursed my lips together into a fine line.

“Is this how I make you feel?” His voice purring into my ear as his hand travelled down my thigh.

His mouth dipped lower down my neck, sending me tingles down my spine as I felt his minty breathe fanning my sweet spot where I needed him the most. I felt as if I were putty whenever he laid his hands on me. Resting his hand on my thigh, he bought it back up as he softly moved my hair over the other side of my shoulder continuing to tease the life out of me.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing his face with my hands I instantly pressed my lips against his. His eyes were wide open at the sudden action, since it was so unexpected but going along with it he enjoyed the sensual moment.

His lips tasted like a hint of butterbeer as he wrapped them around my lower lip slightly tugging and nipping at it softly with his teeth causing me to slightly open my entrance.

Taking advantage, he slipped his tongue into my mouth causing me to jolt pulling away from him, my hands now on his chest as we giggled before going at it once again.

This time it wasn’t so violent, it was sweet and sensual as he sucked on my top lip.My hands wrapped around his waist as I pulled him closer until he could hear my rapid heartbeat once again. This caused him to deepen the kiss further as his hands found their way to the ends of my hair lightly tugging at them.

Pulling away panting, his hands made their way to my waist as we looked at one another in utter awe.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” my face flustering in his presence.

“Really? Because I saw that coming,” a smug look across his face. “Maybe I should continue saying things like that,” he added as he pulled me closer.

“Saying things like what?” I asked as my fingers toyed with the buttons on his coat.

“Things that make you want to kiss me”

[pregnant-piggy]

Little family

Harry Potter x reader

Words: 900

Warnings: none, this is just fluff

A/N: I wrote this for @approved-by-dentists​ writing challenge  I am such a sucker for lazy mornings, so imma find me someone who wants to enjoy them with me

prompts: how on earth did i ever get so lucky to be loved by you? and would that really be so bad? Oh please, I know how it worked out last time

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A small yellowish light lit up a stroke of the hardwood floor. Dust was whirling through the air and made it seem there were little diamonds flowing through the room. The small dust particles shimmered as they flew through the beam of light, making their way to the ground.

Everything in the house stood still. The door was closed, banishing out the noises the dog would make in his sleep. The windows were closed as well and the sounds from the morning birds stayed outside the bedroom. The sweater that lied on the red armchair, that clashed with the light colours of the room, lied in the exact same spot it was thrown last night. The only thing that moved were the chests of the two persons that lied tangled up in the bed.

An ever so light snoring was the only sound that could be heard. A mop of black, messy hair lied on the right pillow, the face of the belonging person pointed to the window on the left side of the room.

Harry was a messy sleeper. He would twist and turn in his sleep and occasionally throw his hand in your face. But over time you had gotten to learn how to sleep next to him. It was now only with a nightmare that his twisting would wake you up in the middle of the night.

You were woken by Harry's snoring and the light that was making its way over to the bed. There was something peaceful about this particular Sunday morning. There was nothing to do, but to go to Ron's and Hermione's for lunch.

‘Harry,’ you whispered and moved to your side so you were facing him. You brushed the hair out of his face and watched him slowly open his eyes.

Harry grumbled something incomprehensible, making you giggle before you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. ‘We have to get up,’ you said and made your way to step out of the bed.

However, before you could even lift the sheets, Harry had wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back to his chest. You were trapped in his embrace, his fingers digging into the skin on your hips. His breath tickled your back as he brought his face closer to your neck.

‘If we don't get up now, we'll be late,’ you said, trying to free yourself from Harry's strong arms. But he didn't yield and kissed the back of your neck.

‘Would that really be so bad?’ he asked, his lips still on your skin.

You turned around and lifted his head with your finger. ‘Oh please, I know how it worked out last time. Hermione didn't speak to me for a whole week. I love you, dear, but a week without my best friend is not something I want to relive.’

Harry grinned and placed a sloppy kiss on your collarbone. His hands caressed the low of your back and he pulled your body close. He lifted his head and kissed you softly.

No matter how much you tried not to give in, you melted under his touch. You felt safe and warm in Harry's embrace and once in it, it was hard to get out of.

His fingers drew shapes on the skin under your shirt. Your left leg was draped over his, while your hands rested on his chest. The sheets formed a safe bubble around your intimate embrace. It was as if no one could see, hear or even notice you.

‘How on earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?’ Harry breathed.

His face was close to yours, noses touching and you took in every piece of Harry that you could. His emerald green eyes, that took you to deep forests and open fields; his lips, that were slightly swollen from the kisses; his caramel skin, that was always warm under your touch and his lightning bolt scar, that once had brought him so much difficulty and now was nothing but a bittersweet reminder of his past.

The delicate moment of love and adoration was broken by the sound of nails scratching on the bedroom door. The soft whining of Snuffles, the dog Harry had insisted on getting, broke the magic between you and your lover.

Harry kissed you one more time before he grabbed his wand and opened the door, without even bothering to get up or lift his head. Snuffles came running in and jumped in between the small space there was between you and Harry.

You laughed when his tail hit Harry in the face as the enthusiastic dog tried to get comfortable on the sheets. It was a clue for you to get out of the bed before Harry could stop you again.

At the foot end of the bed you changed from your pyjamas into something suitable for your lunch. Harry watched you with pleasure in his eyes, while his hand rubbed Snuffles black fur subconsciously. You turned to him and smiled.

The sight of Harry and Snuffles was the picture you had longed for your entire life. It was the safe space anyone wished to have. A house build on love and appreciation. And the road there might have been a long one, but the end was worth every bit of pain you had put into it.

It was your little family.

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[coffee--writes]

Persistent

Pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k 

Warnings: None, just fluff

Requested: No but I’m entering it in @approved-by-dentists writing challenge!

Prompts: “So what do you normally do then.” “Well, I think “What would you do?” and then I do the opposite of that.” and “That’s dangerous!” “Isn’t that the point?”

Summary: In which, you break out of your old habits with the help of George Weasley. 

Persistent.

That was the word you would use to describe George Weasley. 

Actually, there were a numerous number of words you would use to describe George Weasley. Motivated, a bit annoying at times, sarcastic, friendly and overall a ball of ease and happiness, although persistent was what you would usually use to describe him. He never seemed stressed or bothered, he simply walked through life with a smile on his face, doing as he pleased. 

You were not like that. 

You were not like that at all.

You fretted over many things. It was who you were. Usually you were obsessed with your school work. You never let a single parchment of homework get turned in a second late. All of your tests were scored either high or perfect. Exams were studied for months in advance and when you took them you always received the highest marks. Your education was important to you. After-all, you couldn’t become the first female Minister of Magic with minimal marks.

You worked hard every year in order to make your dreams come true. Dreams didn’t come true overnight, you had to be ambitious and determined to achieve them. It was this that made you so curious of George Weasley. How was someone able to walk with such ease? How was it that he was never worried or anxious? It irked you just a bit, George Weasley did. 

But meanwhile, he found you quite fascinating. 

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You were a Gryffindor so George had noticed you for quite awhile. You had been the same since first year. Constantly working, worrying or obsessing over something. You never went to Hogsmeade unless you needed something and you never showed up to Quidditch games or after-parties. George never ceased to notice the bags under your eyes or the nervous tapping of your fingers against the table. He wondered how you would look when you weren’t so stressed. You were beautiful... even when you obviously only got three hours of sleep.  

So that morning in Transfiguration, George slid into the seat next to you, winking at Fred who gave him the side eye. You glanced at him for half a second before facing the front of the classroom, drawing out some spare parchment and a quill. Neither of you spoke for the majority of the lesson. When the time came to practice the spell you simply waved your wand and flawlessly turned your lamp into a turtle. 

Meanwhile, George tried and tried but continued to fail. After a couple of minutes he gave up, turning back to you as you reread your Charms essay, “Hi.” George said, cringing at his words. 

“Hi.” you replied, not looking up from the parchment.

“I see you’re working on a Charms essay.” 

“And I see you’re failing to turn your kettle into a rat.” 

George smiled, not letting your words bother him, “Maybe you can help me.”

“I’m busy.” you say, scratching a line from your essay.

George sighed, “Please?” 

“No.”

“Please?” 

“No.”

“Please?”

You slammed your quill on the table, “Oh for the love of Merlin, George Weasley!”

George smirked at your reaction. It was the most emotion he had ever seen you express. Your eyes pierced into his and your fists were clenched. You looked quite scary if he were to be honest but none the less gorgeous, “Does that mean you will help me?” 

You bumped your head against the table, grabbing George’s wand and clasping it in his hand. His hand was cold and dry as you pressed your own against it. You lifted your head from the table, raising your own wand, “The problem is your wrist movement. You flick twice but fast not slow.” 

George practiced the movement, mimicking your own wand movement. On his second try he had managed to perfect the spell. McGonagall had dismissed the class and right before he left a quick, “Thank you” was shouted to you by George and you rolled your eyes. 

Persistent. 

That was the word to describe George Weasley. 

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Every day for the past week, George had sat next to you in Transfiguration, much to Professor McGonagall’s delight. George’s grade in the class quickly improved with your help and you weren’t as cold to him as you had been the first few days. 

Today you were practicing turning a hedgehog into a pincushion. Once more you were helping George improve his wrist movement. He aced the spell quickly leaving fifteen minutes of spare time. You reached into your bag to grab your Herbology homework when George’s hand gripped yours. 

“No.” he said, shoving the parchment back into your bag, “I want to get to know you.” 

You scowl, “I need to finish my essay.” 

“No you don’t.” he teased, “You’re a genius. You’ll finish it by tonight.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes to face George who had a child-like expression on his face, “What do you want to know?” 

“Everything.”

You squint your eyes, “What do you mean everything?”

George laughed, “Just tell me something you think is interesting about yourself! I don’t bite you know, unless you want me to.” he winked. 

You fake gag at the comment before you begin to speak. You tell him about your dream of becoming the first female Minister of Magic. How you want to bring order and equality to the wizarding world. You tell him about how much you love Herbology and Potions and all about your favorite color. George observes you as you talk. Your eyes didn’t light up and you didn’t glow with an aura of wonder when you talked of your dreams but rather a determined seriousness that reminded him of his brother, Percy. Instead of spending time imagining your dreams you acted upon them. All the words you spoke explained the bags under your eyes and the blisters on the crevices of your fingers. 

“Well Merlin, L/N. Think you ought to belong in Slytherin with that attitude.” he teased, when you finished your rambling. 

“The Hat almost did. But alas, I wear my red and gold scarf and couldn’t be prouder.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

McGonagall rose, signalling the end of class. You began to get up before George tapped you on the shoulder, “Hey, do you think you could do me the honor of going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” 

Your eyes lace with confusion, “I don’t know, George. I have a lot of work to do.” 

George rolls his eyes playfully, “You and your work. It’s almost like you're married to it. Come on, loosen up, have some fun. Live a little and put some hair on your chest.” 

Your mind races at his words, wondering how you should go about it. Was he asking you on a date? No he couldn’t be. You barely knew him. But he had said he wanted to get to know you better. What was the risk in taking a small break? Your mind went back and forth for a few moments before you blurted out, “Fine.” 

A cute, boyish grin erupted on George’s face, “I’ll see you there, L/N.” he said before running up to his twin brother, an accomplished look on his face. You stood there pondering your decision. Why had you said yes?

Persistence. You reminded yourself. It was because of George Weasley’s persistence. 

You couldn’t convince yourself of that lie. 

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Saturday rolled around and nervously you made your way to the Great Hall where the teachers escorted the students to Hogsmeade. You had made a bit of effort to dress nicely but your mind nagged at you telling you that George wouldn’t show up. That it was probably one of his stupid pranks and you would only end up embarrassing yourself. After many moments of doubt you had made your way out of the Gryffindor common room and to the entrance of the Great Hall. 

Surprisingly enough, George stood there waiting for you. He wore a tightly fitted sweater vest which flaunted his biceps toned from years of Quidditch practice. Black slacks covered his legs and his hair looked as if it had tried to be styled but had messed itself up anyway. His eyes widened at you as his face flushed pink. 

“What’s wrong?” you sneered, annoyed and nervous at his ogling. 

“N-N-Nothing.” George stammered, “It’s just I didn’t expect you to show up.”

You looked to the side, embarrassed, “Well I did. Now are we going or are we going to stay put here forever?” 

George nodded, a smile returning to his face as he grabbed your hand in his as he ran with you on the trail to Hogsmeade. The two of you stopped mid-way through the trail, out of breath and George was laughing, “That’s so not funny!” you say, suppressing a smile. 

“Oh, of course it is.” George chuckled, “Don’t think I see that smile you’re trying to hide.” 

You couldn’t even force a scowl, you simply continued to suppress the smile as George poked at your cheek, “Whatever.” 

As you walked into Hogsmeade, George flooded you with jokes and snarky comments. Each one made you giggle just a little more. At the Three Broomsticks you split half and half on the drinks per your request. George followed you into Tomes and Scrolls and watched as you purchased a few books and bought you a journal that sent you reminders. 

As time went by you loosened up. George and you had been laughing for hours. You hadn’t laughed in so long. George loved watching you laugh. It was an unfamiliar look on you and it proved to be one of your most beautiful moments. Your mouth opened wide, showing your perfect teeth, your eyes always closed and your cheeks rose. The sound was something George could never get sick of. The day had gone so well that George had even got you to walk into Zonko’s with him as he recounted stories of his pranks to you. 

That day was a day of first for you. Neither of you had expected it to turn out the way it did and while the intention was never a romantic one, it certainly felt like one. 

Funny. 

That was another word you would use to describe George Weasley. 

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A week had passed since your day with George in Hogsmeade. The two of you had become quite close. He forced you to relax and take a break from your studies and was the only one able to do so. He introduced you to Fred who automatically teased you for hanging out with the lamer brother. You scolded him for that comment. By now you could say that George was one of your first real friends. You had never really had any friends before but having George and by extension, Fred was an amazing feeling to you. 

However, you were still you. You still studied frequently and hardly slept because of it. George had also noticed your nervousness to do new things. Even stepping into Zonko’s was a hefty job for you. So George had a plan.

He walked up to the armchair you sat in at the middle of the Common Room. A book was in your lap, parchment on a nearby table and a quill in your hand. George quickly snatched the book from out of your lap, grabbing your attention, “George, give it back!”

George hid it behind his back, a smirk on his lips, “I’ll give it back if you join me on a midnight rendezvous, Y/N/.” 

Your eyes wandered around the common room nervously. It was mostly empty with the exception of a few stray students here and there, “George it’s past curfew. We can’t sneak out.” 

George leaned in close, “Don’t worry, L/N. We won’t get caught. I promise.” he whispered. 

You stared at the floor hiding the slight smile growing on your lips, “I don’t know.” 

“Please!” George pleaded, shaking your shoulders. 

The persistence was back once more. The look on his face was one you couldn’t say no to either. His eyes were softened like a puppy and he stared at you lovingly, “You promise we won’t get caught?” 

“Promise.” 

“Fine.”  you sigh. George immediately grinned, hugging you tightly for a few seconds before grabbing your hand and running out of the common room with you. The two of you ran down the corridors and up flights of stairs, stopping once in a while to avoid Filch or Mrs. Norris. After five minutes, you had arrived at the Astronomy Tower, completely alone. 

The stars were absolutely beautiful. The night sky was clear and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Stars sparkled brightly forming constellations in the hue of purple and black in the sky. The moon formed a perfect crescent and illuminated shadows that danced on the walls of the tower. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight. 

George watched you staring at the sky. A wide smile on your face and in that moment he couldn’t have been happier. Because there you were, smiling and happy. Each day he spent with you he pushed you to take breaks and the stress seemed to be washing away from your face. The bags under your eyes were slowly fading and you had started sleeping more and taking more risks. So watching you enjoy yourself had slowly become the highlight of George’s days. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you said, your eyes never leaving the sky. 

“Yeah,” George muttered, staring at you, “Beautiful.” 

The two of you spent an hour wasting away under the stars. You laughed and talked and enjoyed yourselves to the late hours of the night. George held your waist as you fell asleep on his lap. Your head in the crook of his shoulder as your eyes slowly fluttered closed. George flushed pink as he pushed strands of hair out of your face. He picked you up and carried you out of the tower, watching as you curled into his arms and dreamed dreams of him. 

Sweet, you thought. 

Another word to describe George Weasley. 

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A month had now passed since you had met George. In that month, everything had changed. George made you feel more alive than you had ever felt before. He pushed you out of your comfort zone and you balanced his chaotic energy. He watched over you, making sure you slept and didn’t overwork himself. You kept him out of trouble making sure he was safe. You cared about George a lot much to your disliking. In a way, you had grown to love him but you would never admit that aloud. 

In the wake of the morning, George was dragging you along once more across the green hills of Hogwarts, “Hurry, Y/N! I want to show you something!” 

You laughed, “I’m coming, George. Wait up!” 

You arrived at a cliff over the Black Lake about ten feet high. George dropped your hand and started pulling his shirt over his head, “George! What are you doing?” you squeal. 

George chuckled, “We’re going for a swim.” 

He threw his shirt to the side, working on his pants. You admired his figure from afar, looking down in embarrassment when he caught you staring. He sent you a wink in return. You shed your clothes till you were in your undergarments. The two of you edged towards the edge of the cliff as you gulped nervously, “Do you have any idea how scary this is? Do you have any sense of judgement, George Weasley?” 

“Nope.” he said. 

“So what do you normally do then?” 

“Well I think. ‘What would you do?’ and then I do the opposite of that.” 

You scoff in response, “I’m not jumping.” 

“Yes, you are.” George replied. 

“That’s dangerous!” 

“Isn’t that the point?” 

You growl grabbing George’s hand, “You always manage to convince me to do the stupidest things.” 

“You love me for it though.” he laughed before launching himself off the cliff with you. 

The air soared in your ears as you let out a scream. Your body hit the water and a searing cold shivered in your body. George’s hand was still clasped in your when you came up for air. George was doused in water, a smile broke out on your face to match his. You watched him laugh and splash around. A rush of adrenaline ran through you as you pulled George against your chest. 

“What are you doing?” George muttered, his face inches from yours. 

“Taking a risk.” you whispered before smashing your lips against his. The kiss spread a warmth through your body, the cold fading from your mind as George wrapped his arms around your waist and your hand traveled to the back of his head. George was all you thought about as the sun rose over the lake. 

Perfect. 

A word to sum up George Weasley. 

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Badass women of Hogwarts

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: You always leave Fred confused, being a pureblood and slytherin he never quite expects you to be so kind

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and passing out

Word Count: 2,909 

Fred rolled his eyes as the pink, monster of a woman as she took them to her office yet again. George was right behind him, sighing quietly. They couldn’t. Not when that first year had done nothing wrong. They had to take the blame.

“Ahhhh Miss (Y/n), doing good I hope?” she said, smiling wickedly at the student in front. (Y/n) bit her tongue, trying not to say anything that would get her into any more trouble. Her hand was already red and swollen.

Fred’s gaze shifted to you, writing over the small round table. He furrowed his eyebrows. Didn’t Umbridge support all Slytherins?

“Mr. Weasley!” came the teacher’s shrill voice and Fred looked at the toad again.

“If you two could please take the quills here?” she said mockingly as they both picked it up, sitting behind a small table together.

“What do we have to write?” they asked taking out a sheet.

“Write, ‘we must not destroy school property.’” She said, laughing. If there could be a worse sound in the world.

Fred started writing as he felt the familiar prick in his hands. Hundreds of needles, stabbing his arm as he tried not to hiss. He heard a small gasp beside as he turned to look at you. Your one arm was plump and you were writing from the other one. Did the witch made you write from both of them?

“Now Mr. Weasley, it would be nice to concentrate on your own punishment and let it sink in. Miss (Y/l/n), I hope you are getting the message?” she asked sipping her tea. Fred wondered if it was polyjuice hiding something far terrible from them, but then again, she was already horrendous.

“Yes, professor.” You said with such contempt, that George looked up exchanging a glance with him. The teacher however didn’t notice.

Fred kept sneaking glances at you throughout the next few hours. You were bit your lip as if trying not to say something. He never quite noticed you if he was honest. You were always with your close friends from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. You were a quiet person seemingly blending with the crowds. He always took it to be pride over your blood status, not wanting to mingle with the so called, ‘dirty bloods’. Now as he saw you, he wondered if he was wrong. He wanted to know what brought you here. He looked down at his own parchment thinking what had gotten into him.

He scribbled furiously, wanting to get this over with. George raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged. He saw you stand up, showing Umbridge your arms, getting a tut for approval. He rushed through the next few lines, filling up the page as he felt tears prick his eyes.

He stood up as you left the room, rushing to the witch. He showed his arms to her and the page. Umbridge raised her eyebrows at him. Fred bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something.

“You may leave Mr. Weasley. Remember not to repeat it again.” She said as Fred tried to nod. Fred rushed out of the room, turning towards the corridor leading to the dungeons. He turned and finally saw you walking slowly towards your dorm.

“Heyyy! (Y/n)!!! Wait!” he called out as you turned to see the notorious boy with apprehension.

“What did you get detention for?” Fred asked out of breath as you let out a laugh little at his state and a little remembering the best moment of your life.

“I called her a stupid ignorant bitch who needs to re-attend all her classes at how not to be an idiot.”

“You, WHAT?” Fred said barking out laughing. “You didn’t”

“Well don’t tell me; I have a hard time believing it too!” you said laughing nervously. There weren’t many things that riled you up. But that woman was a monster, she infuriated you and the burst of anger was the result.

“Well, don’t you support blood purity and stuff?” Fred said looking at you. You frowned, deflating immediately.

“Did I say that?” you asked.

“No…”

“Then why did you think that?” you said sighing, shaking your head. You turned and walked back to your dorm, not wanting to continue the conversation. Gryffindors were mighty judgmental even though they upheld honor and bravery. Fred jogged to catch up with you.

“I didn’t want to offend you.” He said as you reached the Slytherin common room.

“Well, too late for that Weasley” you shrugged, moving inside leaving the red-head more intrigued than ever.

You tried to shake away budding thoughts as you lay in bed that night. You were done with people assuming that you upheld totally disgusting views on blood purity just because you were a pureblood and a Slytherin. Just because you were quiet didn’t mean you agreed with every single one around you. So why did his thoughts still plague you? Maybe it was because of the way he asked, his face as it lit up when you told him what you did. Whatever it was, you were sure that the next day would come soon and he would forget this conversation happened all together. Maybe you would too.

***

You took out yet another book, placed haphazardly on the shelf. You sighed seeing it wasn’t even in the right section of the hall. You took up to helping Madam Pince with the library long ago. You got to spend more time here than anyone, plus you had free access to the restricted section. There was a tap on your shoulder as you turned to see Fred. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Need some help?” Fred asked.

“No, it’s all good.”

“Listen, I’m sorry for yesterday. I totally didn’t mean to offend you. I'm sorry for being judgemental.”

“It’s okay.”

“Let me help you,” he said taking the book from your hands, and going to keep it in the right section. You found yourself smiling at his retreating figure.

You weren’t gonna lie, with his help, everything finished a lot faster and easily and you were thankful. Keeping the away the last stash of books you sighed. Fred grinned beside you. The two of you went to a secluded table at the back, hidden from Madam Pince. Unless, you shout at the top of your lungs, you could pretty much keep talking here.

“Thank you for helping me today.”

“It is always my pleasure to help the badass women of Hogwarts.” He said dramatically as you laughed.

“Believe me, I don’t know what took over me. Maybe it was her just drilling everyone, I was done.”

“It was still badass.” He said with sparkling eyes and you smiled widely.

“What about you?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why were you being punished?”

Fred told you the reason as you felt the familiar knots tie up your stomach. She was horrid. You wondered why she was given the job of a teacher in the first place. Fred sensed your expression and changed the topic. You both laughed and talked and for the very first time, you felt at ease. The twins were like that, weren’t they? Making everyone comfortable? Your eyes widened at the time. The two of you had been talking for hours! Fred followed your gaze to the huge clock and grinned.

“I must say (Y/n), for a quiet student, you sure do talk much” he said smirking down at you. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Do I hear complains?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and Fred laughed.

“Not at all, miss!” he said, bowing down as you giggled a little.

***

Fred started seeing you almost everyday. It was always nice to talk to him, to be near him in general. You would laugh, have fun and just forget about everything, if only for a little while. George joined you two sometimes and the three of you would goof around. You felt light for the first time after years. Come to think of it, you didn’t remember a time when your close friends talked about anything other than Umbridge and NEWTs. It was a great change.

Fred never not called you ‘Miss’ or ‘Madam’ having his little smirk on as you tried hard not to blush. Something had changed a while ago as you saw Fred helping a terrified first year Slytherin. Your heart had started to flutter whenever he was around. You had started to melt at his compliments. You knew where this was going and didn’t like it. At all. Didn’t stop your heart from doing it anyway. There were so many reasons against you for falling for the notorious red-head. You didn’t want to destroy the new found friendship. Then why did you keep finding yourself staring at the freckles which covered his cheek, his sparkling eyes which were sharper and darker than his twin’s? His smile that warmed your heart?

The three of you were coming back from the library as George and Fred told you yet another story of the burrow. As you turned the corner, you saw Umbridge holding a child’s arm as he cried, leading him to her office. The grip was tight and sure to leave bruises, even you could see that, standing feet apart. You scowled trying to breathe. Fred and George looked at each other.

“Are you thinking what I am?”

“We have an important prank on our hands?”

“Yes, we do.”

“I’ll join you.” You blurted, looking at them both.

“What?”

“I’ll join you. I want in.” you said as they grinned at you.

“You’re most welcome, Madam!” Fred said winking at you as you felt your heart do flips. You tried hard not to blush.

***

You started pranking the pink disaster along with the twins and you weren’t sad about it. Even for a moment. You had fun seeing steam rise out of Umbridge’s ears, her face contort in the most hilarious of ways. She looked comical. One time turned into two and then three and you never quite stopped. You always did it when she was overlooking a punishment, so as to help the students. And it was never not funny. You did get caught at times, but you faced all the punishments bravely. There was a satisfaction in it, getting punished when you knew it was you who did something deliberately for it. And the twins made it easier too. It was like you weren’t alone. All in this together.

Fred loved this side of you. The side that was wild and untamed. You would come up with the most crazy of ideas and were amazing at executing them too. Your eyes sparkled and there was a passion in them that he loved. Nothing seemed to deter you, not the punishments, not the scoldings, not the friends who held you back. Fred had overheard them telling you to take care of yourself as you’d just laughed and said, ‘It’s time I took care of others.’ Fred’s heart had strangely warmed on hearing it. He didn’t know what it was, whether it was pride or something else.

It was yet another detention. Umbridge had made you go on for hours. You had taken blame for it all. Fred paced the corridor outside the office. He was worried. It had been four hours already. Not to say that you hadn’t healed properly from the last punishment, now this? His heart beat faster with each passing second. Why the hell would you do it? They were in this together. Why did you have to save both their asses?

“Fred, sit down.” George commented. He sat on the low stone wall and had seen Fred become more and more anxious for you.

“I can’t. I can’t. I need to see her. What is that witch doing to her? We need to get her out George. She-“ Fred huffed as George shook his head. He was so oblivious to his own feelings.

“Do you like her Fred?” he asked softly as Fred stopped to look at him, frowning.

“Of course I like her, she’s my fri-“

“Don’t be dumb, Fred. Do you like like her?” he asked as Fred’s eyes widened. It was as if on queue that he heard the office door opening and closing. You came out, wiping your face with your sleeve. They both jogged towards you. You smiled at them forcefully.

“Heyyy…” you said, your voice raspy. Fred’s heart beat faster on seeing you. You had rolled your sleeves down so they couldn’t see the wound.

“(Y/n)-“

“Could I see you two tomorrow? I’m very tired.” You managed to get out. You knew Fred would flip on seeing deep cuts on your arm. He would do something reckless and get in trouble. You didn’t want that.

George nodded, Fred didn’t. His eyes were pleading as he looked at you. You couldn't take it. You knew that if you looked at him a second longer, you would break.

You turned, walking back to your dorm, trying not to let the tears fall. It hurt, it hurt so much. You felt your head zoom suddenly and you plopped down in a corner trying to take in deep, deep breaths. You whimpered, slowly rolling up your sleeves to see the damage. You slowly pulled away the cloths you’d wrapped your arms under, hissing at the sensation. It was still bleeding. Profusely.

“(Y/n)!!!” Fred’s voice came as you tried to wipe away your tears, but weren’t fast enough. Fred’s heart dropped on seeing you. You were crouched in a corner, holding your bloodied arms. He gasped as he slowly walked over to you, sitting down on the floor beside you slowly. He didn't utter a word. Maybe the silence would fill in everything he wanted to say. He was scared he would hurt you. You looked at him, your eyes red, as he took your hands in his. He rummaged through his bag taking out a gillywater vial.

“Fred, that’s the last batch. I ca-“ you started as he shushed you. He transformed the vial into a large bowl, increasing the potion as much as possible. He let your hand sink in them as you hissed making his heart contract. He looked at you seeing how hard you tried not to cry. Tears pricked his eyes. As he saw your wounds slowly healing, he took the bloodied cloths, cleaning them. He dipped it in a paste Hermione gave him, which helped to calm the skin down. He wrapped them both on your hands, as you took them out of gillywater. You kept looking at him as he worked, his hands so tender and careful, you’d think they were flowers.

He looked at you as he was done. He wiped away the tears you didn’t know had fallen. He kissed your forehead and heard you sniff. Wrapping his hands around you, he pulled you closer. He didn’t know who needed the contact more, him or you. You broke down. He felt you shake as you cried into his chest. Fred felt as if someone squeezed his lungs as he let his own tears fall. No. Not you. He didn’t want you to suffer. You didn’t deserve this. He blamed himself for not coming forward as George had held him back. You were always strong and seeing you break like this, it triggered something in him. he wanted to keep you like this. If it was what it took to keep you safe. He realized something. He realized just how much he had come to love you, to cherish you and seeing you hurt, even if it was a little, killed him. He had to tell you.

He didn't know how long he held you. He picked you up when you calmed down and led you to your dorm, putting you to bed. He whispered sweet dream wishes into your ear and you sighed. He got out of the Slytherin house dorms and started planning.

***

You woke up to a shuffling in your bed. Your eyes widened as you saw someone shifting. You were about to scream as a hand stopped you and you met with familiar brown eyes. He took his hands away smiling at you softly. You squinted at him. Was he blushing?

“Fred?”

“I’m sorry I woke you up, but this couldn’t wait. And it’s almost afternoon anyway.” He said nervously as you looked at the time. 12pm. He wasn’t wrong. You let out a laugh. Maybe you were pretty exhausted since yesterday.

“Ummm, these are for you.” He said, giving you your favourite flowers. You were confused but smiled widely nonetheless.

"Thank you, are-" you started but Fred shushed you.

"(Y/n), I realised just how much I love you yesterday. Seeing you hurt, it broke me." He said cupping your face. Your heart flipped. "I am in love you. And I hate myself for taking it so long to realise. It's okay if you don't like me back. But I really needed to tell you. I-"

You pressed your lips against his. He gasped but pulled you closer, kissing you like he was dying to. Maybe he was. He pulled away breathless.

"Wait, I wanted to ask you out on a date!" He said as you laughed.

"We can go on as many dates as you want. But first let me kiss you properly" you said pulling him down to kiss again.

A/N: This is written for Clarrisa's ( @approved-by-dentists ) 400 writing challenge. This is also, based on the ship request, I did for @futurewriter2000 which can be found here.

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fairtytales / j.p

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James always loved fairytales but one day, he finally learns why he shouldn’t believe in them so much

Prompt: “I can’t pretend about something that feels too real.” 

This is a submission for @approved-by-dentists‘ writing challenge which I’m so sorry for taking forever to finish

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Key: (Y/H/C) = your house colour

White lily flower petals littered the green grass, acting as an aisle for the bride to walk down as the guests waited impatiently in their seats. 

James was probably the most anxious out of everyone there. He had been in-love with you since sixth year back at Hogwarts and now here he was waiting for you to arrive at the wedding. 

Silver chairs were wrapped with pieces of white and ivory fabric, a combination you’ve always adored, and white tulips lined the aisle. There was a makeshift stage in front of them, where the bride and groom would stand and finally be one. The setting looked like something straight out of a fairytale. 

After a few minutes, you had apparated along with your parents. Since it was still in the midst of a war, you opted out of the traditional wedding dress your parents had wished for and opted for a simple but elegant dress instead. James held his breath as he watched your father walk you down the aisle and right pass him. 

***

Christmas was always your favourite holiday. Back home with your parents, the days counting down to Christmas were spent together as a family and gift exchanges were the best. You would’ve thought that this tradition would end after you got accepted into Hogwarts but your muggle parents had managed to get used to using the owl and were able to share the experience with you. 

With Christmas just a week away, your parents had already sent 7 owls, making the house elves who tended to the school owls very exhausted, and were sending another owl soon.

“They seem to really enjoy using owls.” James said as he watched an owl fly in through the Common Room and drop off a package into your lap. 

“I thought they would’ve been wary of using animals to send stuff but turns out I was wrong.” You replied as you opened the paper package. Since you were away from school, your parents had decided to switch the order of activities you’d all do. You were supposed to be baking cookies with your mom while your dad sang Christmas songs around the kitchen on this day.

Inside the package were two knitted sweaters, one a deep crimson and the other a (Y/H/C). Raising a brow at the second sweater, you searched the package for a note and found it in-between the two. 

Dear (Y/N),

Hi honey, your father and I hope you’re doing well at school. 

We know that today was supposed to be baking but we’ve heard that it’s been getting pretty cold up there in the highlands so we decided to send you your sweater earlier. Your father had also decided to knit an extra one for that James boy you’re always mentioning. We hope you both like them and we can’t wait to have you back home in two days! 

Love you.  Mom and dad. P.S: Why not bring James home for Christmas? We’re always happy to have guests over.

“You alright there (Y/N)?” James asked, causing you to look at him. You hadn't noticed that you were so focused on the letter in front of you until James pointed it out. “What’d they send today?”

“Oh just sweaters. They also knitted one for you.” 

James' face lit up and he practically dived into the spot beside you on the couch to grab said sweater. He held it up to look at it before quickly putting it on. It fit him perfectly. 

He had always loved the sweaters your parents knitted so now that he was able to have one of his own he couldn’t seem to hide the smile that graced his features. It suited him, both the sweater and the smile. He smiled often but it was more mischievous but this one was genuine. You liked seeing him like this. 

“I need to thank them. What’s a good gift I could get them?” James' question broke you out of your daydream. 

“You could come over?” It sounded more like you were reading off of a script rather than just asking him. Merlin why were you so nervous around this boy. 

“What?”

“For Christmas dinner. My parents wanted to invite you to our Christmas dinner. You don’t have to go of course, they were just suggesting it since I-”

“I’d love to.” 

Realizing what you were about to reveal, you were thankful for James cutting you off. You simply smiled at him and tried your best to contain your excitement as he went back to marveling at the sweater. 

“Bollocks, I have practice in ten,” James sighed. Pulling the sweater off his head you couldn’t but stare at the bit of exposed skin as his undershirt rose. “I’ll see you after practice love. Oh and the dinner! Send me an owl what time.” He said as he ran out of the Common Room a little too loudly. A few students shushed at him but by then he was already running down the halls towards the changerooms. 

***

“(Y/N) are you done yet?” Your mother called from downstairs. 

You were in your bathroom after your sixth outfit change of the night. For some reason the first five outfits weren’t what you had envisioned them to look like. After an hour of hair, makeup and six outfit changes, you finally felt content with your appearance and was finally  ready to go downstairs. 

James was supposed to arrive in less than an hour which meant you had more than enough time to get the table set and help put up any last minute decorations. Perhaps your parents took Christmas a little too seriously you thought to yourself, looking out the window at the giant candy canes and lights that lit up the entire yard. It looked like something out of a bloody Christmas story. 

“I’ll get it!” Your father announced after hearing the doorbell ring. Your mother chuckled and walked to join him at the door while you stood behind them, silently praying that they won’t embarrass themselves in front of the boy they knew you liked. 

“You must be James.” You heard your father say in a monotone voice. From the small space between your parents, you could see James' charming smile falter as he grew nervous. 

“Yes sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).” He said, surprisingly without stuttering, as he offered his hand out for them to shake. 

“Come in dear, you must be freezing.” Your mother said. Pushing your father to the side, she pulled him inside and offered to hang up his jacket. He politely declined and did it himself. 

Your father looked back at you and nodded at you causing you to roll your eyes. Tonight was going to be interesting.

“(Y/N)!” You heard James call out. Turning your head in his direction, you watched as he approached you with open arms and a smile. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into a warm hug which made you shiver when you realized that he was freezing. “I got this for you and your parents.” He said as he handed you a fairly large gift bag. 

Setting it on the couch, you opened it up to see a few bottles from his parents beauty line along with some baked goods. He even bought two candles in your favourite scent and candy. He knew you too well. 

“Dinner is ready!” 

Perhaps your parents were a little too excited for this dinner. Their eyes went wide as they watched James pull out the chair for you before taking the one beside you, facing your parents. While your father grabbed food for himself and your mom, James filled up your plate with foods he knew you liked. Your parents shared a knowing look before starting to pester the poor boy with questions. 

The questions started off as generic: What are your goals, what is your plan for the future, what are your favourite classes, what house are you in and etc. Your parents acted as if they hadn’t already known the answer to these questions due to the amount of times you’ve told them about him.

“Are you dating anybody?” Your father had decided to ask, ignoring how your eyes went wide and signed for him to stop. 

“Oh I actually am.” James replied and your father raised a brow. Your mother looked both shocked and hurt for you. “She’s in Gryffindor like me, Lily Evans. We’ve been dating for two weeks so far.” 

“That’s great, I’m sure she’s lovely.” Your mother quickly regretted saying that as the rest of the dinner was spent talking about Lily Evans. James would not shut up for a second talking about how lovely and amazing she was that you were more than relieved when he noticed the time and had to leave. 

After the door closed behind him, your parents barely had a chance to call for you as you ran up the stairs and into your room. You didn’t come out until the following afternoon when they bribed you with waffles despite it being 3 pm. 

***

After the Christmas dinner with James the news of his new relationship quickly spread. You started isolating yourself from him, not that you had to even try considering he’d spend all his time with Lily. As weeks went by you’d start talking to Remus, who you grew a sibling-like relationship with the more you talked ot each-other. It started off with complaining about how James essentially ditched you and his friends to spend all his time with Lily and barely even remembering to say hi to them. Then as it progressed you both started to actually spend time with each-other and talk without any mention of James Potter or Lily Evans. 

During this time, James' two other friends, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, were still trying to get a word with James but after one too many failed attempts, decided to join Remus. You quickly befriended them both, just like how you did with Remus, and the four of you spent if not all, most of your free time outside of classes together. It was like you had replaced the void James’ left in their group. 

Before his relationship, James was often said to act like a mother to the boys but when you joined, it was actually Remus who became the mother hen. He was the one nagging you to study and telling Sirius to actually pay attention in class and stopping Peter from wanting to raid the kitchen every other hour. As much as he’s grown to love you, he did not hesitate to complain about how childish you acted but you would only stick your tongue out at him before finally starting to do what you were supposed to. You really did become the sister he never had and despite him getting annoyed every few minutes, he truly did love you and wanted the best for you. 

Maybe that was why he had snapped at James when the boy came crawling back to his friends. News spread like wildfire around Hogwarts that James had broken up with Lily and despite you being one of the first few people to hear about it, you didn’t care.

“What do you mean I can’t tell her?” James asked. Remus and Peter were in their dorms, previously in a conversation before James barged into the room asking for their forgiveness of how he’s been treating them the past few months. 

“I said, you’re not going to tell (Y/N) that you’re in-love with her.” Remus replied calmly before turning back to Peter. 

“But why.”

“Because she’s dating Sirius now that’s why!” James fell silent and could only look at Remus in shock. “The two people you’ve hurt the most are together now. And they’re happy as well so there is no way in hell I’m going to let you ruin it.” 

“Moony I’m in-love with her, what do you want me to do.?”

“Suck it up. Act like you’re not. You were amazing at completely ignoring us for the past few months anyways.”

“This is different I can’t pretend about something that feels too real. Moony you’ve got to understand that I’m in-love with her.” 

“Well that’s too bad,” Remus said as he stood up. Regardless of how much he loved his friend, he not only hurt him but others in ways that no one deserved to ever go through. “Because I’m not letting you ruin what they have going on. You actually had a chance, back when she gave you that sweater. She was still in-love with you until-”

“The dinner.” 

Remus nodded and motioned for Peter to stand up. “I’m sorry.” He said before walking out the door with Peter in tow. 

James watched as his friends left the room. He didn’t even know he was crying until he had tasted the tears on his tongue  but just like his feelings, he realized a little too late. 

***

You walked right past him and onto the makeshift stage with the help of your husband-to-be, Sirius Black. Standing behind him was Remus, the best-man, who had a bright smile as he watched his two best-friends finally get married. 

James tried his best to be happy. He really did. But how was he supposed to be happy when he was attending the girl he’s been in-love with for years, especially when he wasn’t the one she was getting married to. Sure he was able to make amends with them but that was about it. He went back to being her friend when he could’ve been more. He was even given the chance at one point but he blew it. This is all my fault. He thought to himself as he watched the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Black walk back down the aisle as the guests threw petals in the air. 

The scene before him looked like an image straight out of a fairytale. James used to love hearing fairytales growing up but today he learned something about them; they aren’t real.

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Taking Care of Him

Here you go @approved-by-dentists!! Congrats again on the 400!

The prompt is bolded below! Be prepared for all the fluffiest fluff in the world and Theo acting like a complete and utter baby.

“Out of all the times,” you thought to yourself… “Out of all the times Theo decides to be even more of a hopeless romantic than usual and drag me out into the rain, HE ends up getting sick. And of course, he’s too stubborn to admit he’s sick… This is getting out of hand.”

You finally decide that enough is enough. Theo won’t admit to anyone that he’s sick so you’ll just have to do it for him. So there you go stomping down the hallway to go see Madam Pomfrey, when suddenly you realize… you’ll have to take care of Theo. That stops you right there, the thought bringing a smile to your face because for once Your Hopeless Romantic won’t be able to refuse your help since he is sick… 

With the care package you made for him all wrapped up, you head down to Potions knowing that Zabini should be leaving in a couple of minutes and he’ll get you into the common room. The look on his face when he sees you standing there is priceless.

The second he opens his mouth you know Theo has it bad, “Your boyfriend is driving me nuts. I’m begging you, deal with him.”

He leads you down to the common room, him sitting down on one of the plush chairs as he points you in the direction of their room. When you walk inside you realize that Blaise was right, Theo was super sick. The lights were all off, and the dark green curtains surrounding your boyfriend’s bed were completely closed. If it weren’t for the fact that you could hear him rustling around you would have figured him to be sleeping. 

So as to not scare him, you knock one of the pillars and wait for the curtain to move, even just a touch. Then the curly looks that you love running your hair through from time to time suddenly make an appearance. 

“Sunshine,” a raspy voice calls out, “What are you doing here?”

In response, you bring the care package in front you, “What does it look like I’m doing mi amor? You are sick and I’m here to take care of you.” 

With that, you open the curtain to get a full view of Theo. He looks positively ghastly, pale skin that for a second reminds you of Malfoy, with a big red nose and redshot eyes. 

“Alright, move over,” you push him slightly so that he can give you space for you to sit next with him. 

He merely shakes his head.

“Theo stop being so goddamn stubborn,” you put your hands on your hips, “either you move over or I push on to the floor.”

All you hear in response is a groan falling from his lips, then you see him shuffle around allowing you to put the package in the spot where he just was. 

“Open it! You’ll love what I brought,” you smile.

While you hear him go through everything you bought- some chocolates, the poetry book that he loves reading from, essential oils and lotions that you brought from home- you head over to his closet and grab the one t-shirt that you always steal when you are in his dorm. Before going to join Theo, you grab another t-shirt. Sitting down in front of him, you slowly pull at the hem of what he is wearing, having him lift his arms up you drag the shirt over his head. Then you grab one of the lotions that you know he likes and slowly rub it between your hands, just enough to make it not frigid when you place it on his chest. It’s silent at first, with you carefully rubbing the lotion in a soothing motion. Until suddenly, you look up and catch Theo watching you with a look of admiration, his eyes watering slightly. You merely tilt your head in response.

“I’m sorry.” 

His statement catches you off guard, “For what?” 

“Taking care of me; it’s rotten work,” the tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

“Not when it’s you,” your hands, still full of lotion, cup Theo’s face as your forehead goes to touch his.

With that, you help him into the new shirt and lie next to him in bed, rubbing tiny circles into his arms as his hand goes running through your hair. The two of you slowly going to sleep. 

[the-young-and-forgotten]

The Potions Book

This is for @approved-by-dentists Writing Challenge. 

Prompts for my Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader.

#22 “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “It doesn’t, but you’re not giving me much choice.”

#35 “You have ten.” “Ten what? Hours? Days?” “Nine.” “Oh shit-”

The prompts will be in bold.

You and Sirius were rivals. Always were, always will be. Especially today. No, today was going to be more than a heated exchange of insults. Today was going to be fucking murder. And murder was the reason why you are currently hurtling through the corridors 15 minutes before your potions class, screaming like a madwoman.

And there he was. About 50 metres in front of you standing there chatting up a girl with your prized potion book tucked under his arm. They were laughing like a right pair of fools. ‘Not for long.’ you think, a smirk twisting your mouth as you marched up to him.

“SIRIUS. ORION. BLACK.” you say, emphasising each word with a loud stomp. The girl looks over at you as you steam like an erupting volcano. You glare at her, willing her to leave. She takes the hint and scampers off.

Sirius rolls back his head and groans “Did you have to scare her off? She was my Slug Club date!” “To hell with your date! Give me my book back you… PRICK!” You yell, jumping to grab it as he suddenly holds it out of your reach.

He smirks at you and holds it up higher. “This? You want this? If you can reach it, shortstack!” Your eyes narrowed into slits of anger. “I swear if you don’t-” “Now, why would I want to give it back to you?” he says cutting you off. “Look at all these notes you made, they can definitely get me through my potions exam.” He looks at you, silently goading with his eyes.

Giving into your anger, you whip out your wand and hold it against his throat making him back up into a tapestry of three giggling ladies.

“Give it to me now!” You spit into his face. “No” he says, maintaining his cocky smile. “You have ten.” “Ten what? Hours? Days?” “Nine.” “Oh shit-” a look of unease crossed his face before his smile returned. He cheekily kissed your forehead - effectively shocking you - and proceeded to rip back the tapestry, jump through it and disappear.

“Oh, for FUCKS SAKE!!” you scream, throwing your hands in the air. “Well, if I want my book back, I’m gonna have to go too…” Biting your lip and summoning courage, you follow him.

You march through, like a woman on a mission (which you were). You were going to get that book back, ace this test and rub the results in his face… after you found him of course.

The tunnel behind the tapestry was damp and gloomy. It had an eerie, foreboding feeling that really didn’t help your nerves. It also smelt disgusting. You held one hand over your nose trying to block out the smell. “This clearly hasn’t been used in a long time!” You say talking to yourself, to distract you from the rising panic in your throat. “I mean, I would’ve at least sanitised this every few years!”

“You can always take Filch’s job, he’d probably be grateful.” A voice whispers in your ear. You whip around, sacred shitless, coming face to face with Sirius and “MY POTION BOOK!!” you scream trying to grab it off him. “Honestly!” He groans “Do you have a one track mind?” “Yes! Now, Give. It!” You yank hard on the book, succeeding in tugging it from his grasp all the while accidentally taking some of his hair with you. You didn’t realise you did until he face was a few centimetres away from yours. A small smirk crosses his lips as he leans in making you blush. He was about to say something (undoubtedly cheeky) when your common sense kicked in, you pushed him away effectively cutting him off and proceeded to laugh and gloat to him.

“Looks like the famous Sirius Black is starting to lose his touch eh?” You smiled up at him for the first time, feeling no hate. But his face was unreadable. Blank. “Sirius?..” you ask tentatively. An evil smile crosses across his face which makes you back up a few steps. Then as quick as lightning he lashes out and rips the book off you. “I’m not losing my touch love, just biding my time.” He says another smirk coming onto his face as you stand there gaping like a fish.

As you came to, you groan at your mistake. Deciding to beat him at his own game, you prepare the fake tears. Hanging your head, you start to cry. “B-but if I fail this test my parents w-will kill me!” You wipe away tears and sneak a glance upwards to see him looking extremely awkward. ‘Hah, take that you bitch’ looking down again, you sigh “Us slytherins aren’t all the same. We’re not robots you know.” Now that was the truth. A truth he didn’t realise. ‘And for the icing on the cake…’. You think. Leaning towards him, you rest your head on his chest and sob, really loud.

As expected, he awkwardly reached out an hand and patted you on your shoulder. Taking this opportunity, you slam him against the wall and hold your wand under his throat. “Look,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “It doesn’t, but you’re not giving me much choice.” you reply going to grab the book off him. “How about I just hand you the book before you start drooling over my body” he winks at you. You roll your eyes “Get your mind out of the gutter Black, and I’ve been trying to get this book off of you for the last 10 minutes!”

“Coulda just asked nicely and I would’ve given it to you.” You look at him in disbelief, momentarily stopping to banter with him. “Yeah, because that would’ve worked on you. You hate me!” “I don’t hate you...” he mumbles. You falter. “What?!” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, how about I just show you...” and slammed his lips on his yours.    

 You shove him away and stare at him in shock. “What the fuck Black?” “Just shut up and kiss me.” He groans. You lean back into him and he wraps his arms around you kissing you again and again.    

You never did get to class to complete that potions test.

[omgrachwrites]

Always There - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: After a particuarly bad full moon, your boyfriend Remus is in need of some kind words and gentle touches.

Warnings: fluff, teeny bit of angst

Words: 1179

Disclaimer: This gif does not belong to me!

A/N: This is for @approved-by-dentists​ 400 writing challenge, congratulations again honey, I had so much fun writing this!! I know that I always uses Andrew Garfield for Remus but I’ve recently discovered Tom Webb and he’s just *chef’s kiss*! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

You bounced your leg nervously as you sat in the common room alone – you had convinced Lily and Alice to go up to bed a couple of hours ago – in front of the fire. You were willing yourself not to fall asleep. Nerves churned in your stomach as they always did when it was a full moon as you hoped that your boyfriend would be alright.

You and Remus had been dating each other for the past year, the two of you had just started out as really good friends until you both felt a different sort of connection and decided to try dating. You had feared that the relationship would lack passion but you were very wrong, especially just before the full moon. You found yourself blushing at the memories.

About half an hour later your boyfriend and his friends came stumbling through the portrait hole. Remus looked a little worse for wear, it was clear that this full moon had been a bad one. Your heart constricted painfully when you saw the cuts and bruises all over his gorgeous face.

“I’m fine, just leave me alone!” he grumbled, Sirius opened his mouth to say something but Remus quickly shot him down, “I’m not going to the hospital wing, so just forget it!” he said angrily and that was when he noticed you standing by the fire. His hard eyes softened just a touch, “Y/N, you should be in bed!”

You knew that he didn’t mean to raise his voice so you didn’t hold it against him, instead you walked over to him and stroked his cheek gently, being careful not to hurt him, “you say that every month, and every month I’m always going to be here for you because I love you,” you kissed him gently and he smiled at you, his eyes softening even further.

“I love you too, I didn’t mean to shout. I’m sorry Y/N.”

“I know, and it’s okay,” you smiled and glanced at the others, they all looked absolutely exhausted, it must have been a really long night, “you guys go to bed, I’ll clean Remus up since he won’t go to the hospital wing,” you glared at him playfully.

“Are you sure?” James asked, his eyes drooping with exhaustion, you were so grateful that Remus had such great friends who would look out for him, “I’m sure,” you replied with a soft smile and the boys all looked politely relieved as they traipsed up to their dormitory.

You sighed and sat Remus down on the couch, you were proud of him for enduring this every month though you wished that he didn’t have to go through all the pain of it. He was so brave. You sat down next to him and stroked his tousled hair off of his forehead and he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. His puppy dog eyes nearly always worked on you, but not tonight. You grinned as you kissed him.

“Don’t look at me like that handsome, I still need to clean you up and then you can sleep. Take off your shirt so I can see what we’re dealing with while I run up and get some Murlap and Dittany,” you always hand them on hand now.

You crossed your arms while he pouted and took his shirt off, wincing as he did so. You chewed your lip as you made your way upstairs; you hated seeing him in such pain. You grabbed the Murlap and Dittany, conjured up two bowls and a cloth before going back down to see Remus. You had never seen him this bad before, he had deep open wounds across his stomach that would surely scar and purple bruises littered his chest and his neck. You just wanted to kiss them better.

You sighed as you gently ran a hand down his chest gently, he shivered as you ran your gentle fingertips over his pink scars and he blushed at your touch before his eyes darkened. You giggled as you rolled your eyes, you knew exactly what that look meant, “they’ll be none of that until your wounds properly heal,” you said in a breathy voice as you rested a hand on his thigh.

Remus huffed before his face darkened and he suddenly got serious, “it’s bad, I know, it was the worst full moon in months. I just didn’t want the others to know how badly it affected me. I didn’t want you to know either,” he admitted and you sighed, you wished that he could be more open about his struggles.

“Why not? You know how much we all love you,” you asked, soaking the cloth in Dittany and applying it to the bleeding cuts on his stomach, you vaguely wondered what had happened.

“I’m the monster, remember? You all risk so much for me every month, without fail when I could easily kill every one of you,” he winced as you cleaned his wounds.

“You’re not a monster sweetheart, I hate it when you say that,” you chewed your lip as you looked into his handsome face. How could someone so beautiful and amazing think he was a monster? You were very much aware that when he made his transition he could hurt you but you trusted him with every bit of your heart.

“We risk everything for you because we love you and we’d all die for you without a second thought, you have to know that,” you smiled at him reassuringly as you quickly finished cleaning him up. You wanted to get him off to bed as quickly as you could so he could at least get a little bit of sleep.

“I appreciate the sentiment but I don’t want any of you to have to die for me,” he mumbled, taking your hands and kissing over your knuckles, making you beam at him, he was so adorable, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

“For what sweetie?” you frowned at him, why was he apologising? He had nothing to apologise for, absolutely nothing.

“Taking care of me; it’s rotten work.”

You grinned at him and kissed him deeply, “not when it’s you baby. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

“Will you stay with me?” he asked in a small voice and you truly thought that you couldn’t love anyone more; your heart was so full of love for him.

“Of course, I’ll even let you be the little spoon,” he chuckled as you kissed the top of his head, “I’ll always be here for you Remus.”

And, you were always there for him, even when you left Hogwarts and the wolf’s bane potion was invented, you were glad of it, it reduced a great deal of his pain and self-loathing. Even when he was curled up on your lap as a harmless wolf you were there for him. You were even right by his side when your best friends died and Sirius was locked up. You would walk through hell for him. You’d always be right by his side, for that was where you belonged.

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@approved-by-dentists​ @smiithys​

[mojofun]

Caution - Keep out of children's reach. Yes Sirius, you too (Sirius x Reader)

Hello everyone. This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the awesome @approved-by-dentists​ for reaching 400 followers; congratulations again :) The prompts I chose were <<So you’re telling me you read the instructions and still managed to get this result?>><<I did! Okay, I tried… Well, I tried to want to?>> and <<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

It’s a piece of fluff set in absurd situation and it came to me after a rather disastrous trip to IKEA (I’m still laughing). Anyway, enough with the chatter. I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07​

<<Shit, Y/N’s home, Y/N’s home!>>

Alarmed whispers and jarring sounds of moving furniture were what welcomed the H/C-haired girl in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, and occasionally -much more often than one might think- his best friend.

Suspicious, to say the least.

The young woman took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for whatever could be waiting for her in the house. Her preparation should have been a little more physical, however, as all the years she’d spent with her other half should have taught her.

Maybe she decided to have some faith in him, even just a little…

That trust resulted in her almost face-planting against the floor after tripping over something. Luckily, two strong arms caught her before severe injures occurred

<<Y/N! Are you ok?>>

She tilted her head upward, meeting the young man’s steely grey eyes, filled with concern. 

Well, at least for that she could count on him.

The thought brought a smile to her face, but it was quickly wiped off her face when she took in the state of the room

<<What the hell, Sirius?>>

Cardboard boxes, sellotape shreds, bolts and screws littered the floor, along with some tools like hammers and… Was that a saw?

Parts of what she guessed were supposed to be chairs and a couch completed the mix. All in all, it looked like a jenga game gone wrong.

The sheepish twenty-something wizard awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck, avoiding her gaze

<<Well, you see…>>

<<Yes, I do see! The living room is a mess! Did a bomb explode in here or something?>>

In the corner James was crouching out of sight behind what should have been the back piece of the sofa

<<No, wait; a bomb would have caused less damage than you two>>

<<I’m sorry! We needed new chairs after the, uhm… Accident>>

Y/N crossed her arms, pinning him with a glare

<<Oh, you’re talking about the time you got drunk, changed into Padfoot and chewed all the legs off the furniture?>>

He gulped guiltily, still not looking at her.

Merlin knows what would have happened if Remus had not intervened to restrain him

<<Uh, yeah>>

<<And?>>

<<We went to that strange stores muggles call I… I…>>

<<I… What?>>

<<Wait, it’s on the tip of my tongue…>>

<<Su->>

<<Prongs, what the hell was it called?>>

<<I… Ig… Ice…>>

<<Are you two talking about IKEA?>>

<<YES!>> The two Marauders exclaimed in unison <<How did you know?>>

<<I’m a muggle born, remember?>>

Sirius smirked

<<Darling, how could I ever forget? My parents’ reaction when they found out I’m dating you will be forever burned in my mind>>

It was Y/N’s turn to grin at the prospect of stumping her significant other

<<Really now? Is that the only reason you are dating me, Sirius?>>

He rushed to her side, taking her hands in his and spewing reassurances so fast that she had trouble understanding him

<<No, of course not. I love you, your beauty, your sense of humor, your intelligence, your kindness…>>

Sirius was a little flustered; Y/N giggled

<<Are you done, darling?>>

<<Uhm, yeah>>

<<Good. Now, shall we take care of this mayhem together?>>

Both boys nodded fervently, making the female chuckle

<<Awesome. Will one of you hand me the instructions sheets, please?>>

That simple question was enough to make them freeze like two criminals caught red-handed

<<I’m scared of asking, but I’ll take the chance… What happened to those papers?>>

Her boyfriend looked like the statues outside the Hogwarts castle; his best friend hesitantly lifted his hand, pouting at a pile of scraps in the corner

<<What the hell?>>

Y/N suddenly had the feeling that she would be repeating that sentence a lot more during this absurd conversation

<<Well, you see…>>

<<No, this time I do not see! Why would you do that?>>

<<What makes you think it was me?>>

The young witch cocked an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a snort

<<Please: I’ve seen you in action as Padfoot>>

<<Alright… I may have chewed them out of frustration>>

<<Very mature>>

<<They were unintelligible! I was going crazy! I mean, look at this chair!>> He exploded, pointing at the piece of furniture by her side.

At first Y/N merely glanced at it, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Then, she froze; her brain refused to elaborate what she saw, so she slowly turned around again and came face to face with… An unusual sight, to put it nicely

<<What the hell?>>

Yes, the feeling was right

<<What is this? It looks like something out of a modern art museum!>>

In spite of themselves Sirius and James laughed, unable to hold back. Her glare brought them back in line though

<<Would one of you care to tell me why this damn chair has eight legs?>>

<<The drawings->>

<<Wait wait wait wait wait>> She held up a hand, trying to prepare herself again <<So you’re telling me you read the instructions->>

<<We read them!>> 

<<And still managed to get this result?>>

<<I did!>>

For the second time Y/N pinned him with a  harsh glare, making him squirm uncomfortably

<<Okay, I tried…>>

Her scowl worsened

<<Well, I tried to want to?>>

In the corner, James was still hiding behind the back piece of the couch.

The woman let out a long, frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose

<<I can’t believe you two…>>

<<Hey, did you expect us to understand Swedish?>>

<<The English version is written on the back, you idiots!>>

<<Oh>> They gaped

<<Don’t “oh” me>> The exasperated female scolded, taking in again the chaos the living room had been reduced to

<<There better be no more surprises in the house>>

<<Well, we were thinking of tackling the bed, but->>

<<No!>> She hastened to stop them <<You know what? Why don’t you two go buy groceries or something and I’ll deal with this… Octopus chair and the rest of your bedlam>>

At that, the other guy immediately ran out of the house, leaving his best mate to face his unnerved girlfriend. He just gave her an enormous smile and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her

<<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

<<The real question is, what did I ever do to deserve you?>> She mumbled in his chest, making him cackle

<<You lucked out, darling>>

<<It wasn’t a compliment, you dumbass>>

The coal-haired wizard let out a belly laugh, pecking her on the forehead

<<I don’t care what you did, but I am grateful you did it; my life wouldn’t be even half as wonderful without you in it>>

The S/C-skinned witch raised her face to look him in the eyes, smiling sweetly

<<You managed to placate my fury, but it’s not gonna last long, so I suggest you apparate as far away as you can while I can still keep my killing instincts at bay>>

<<Roger that, my love. I’ll see you later!>>

With that, he was gone.

Y/N chortled, shaking her head in amusement

<<Whatever it is I did, Sirius, I am immensely grateful I did it too…>>

She pulled out her wand and got to work.

A couple of hours later the house looked fit to live in again. All pieces of furniture had the correct number of legs and there was no litter on the floor; it was spic and span.

That was the sight that greeted Sirius when he decided to go back home. It made him smile as he headed to their shared bedroom.

There, he found his girlfriend lying on the bed, taking a rest after working out the mess he’d made. To make up for it he’d bought her a bunch of F/F and a plushie

<<Y/N?>>

<<Mh…>>

<<Darling, could you wake up a moment?>>

Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, stretching and yawning

<<What is it? What did you do now?>>

Chuckling, the young man revealed his surprise

<<Well, I wanted to give you something to thank you for being so wonderful to me and tolerating all the trouble I stir>>

The smile she gave him made him melt. She accepted the flowers but, before she could move a muscle, he put them in a vase that was somehow already on the bedside table.

The plushie made her giggle

<<Dear, it’s ok. You are a wonderful boyfriend, you just suck at putting together furniture.

You really need to learn, though>>

He furrowed in confusion

<<Why? We don’t need anything else from I… Ic… Ig…>>

<<IKEA, Sirius, and yes, we do need one more thing>> She informed him with another yawn, getting back under the covers

<<What would it be, my dear?>>

<<A crib>> She murmured.

Four letters.

That was all it took for a wizard who’d faced countless Death-eaters to freeze on the spot

<<A c- A cri- Y/N?! Are you->>

A teddy to the face was his answer

<<Yes, yes I am. Now let me sleep>>

The H/C-haired witch did not see the tears pooling in her boyfriend’s eyes, nor the humongous smile stretching his lips.

He lay down beside her and slowly, cautiously, rested his hand on her abdomen

<<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

That was the last thing he said before succumbing to sleep.

Sirius did not see her smile either, but he did feel her squeezing his hand.

He was looking forward to their next trip to Ic- Ih- whatever the hell that store was called.

[starrierknight-main]

The last line fucking GOT me oh my god I was not prepared to simp!!! So hard!!!!

I loved this 😌💕💕

“𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮”

MASTERLIST☁️

Summary: Draco Malfoy casually flirting with you for the whole semester has already swept you off your feet but what happens when it’s just the two of you, alone?

NOTE: 1.8k Words AND this is for @approved-by-dentists aka Clarissa’s 400 writing challenge! This was so much fun to write and congrats on 400 you deserve it 🌈

Warnings: SOME SEXUAL TENSION, kissing, tongue and that’s pretty much it i guess THIS IS 1.8K WORDS

“Y/n are you down to go to Hogsmeade this week?” Questioned Pansy as we walked down the crowded corridors trying to shove our way to our next lesson.

“I’m down... so who else is going to be going?” I asked as curiosity delved deeper into my mind.

“I assume Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle are tagging along,” she replied as she clutched onto her books against her chest making sure she didn’t drop them.

A wave of relievement rushed through my body as I deeply exhaled. I was glad that Draco Malfoy wasn’t going to be going especially after the past few weeks of constant flirting over this current semester. Purposely being touchy, muttering sweet things into my ear, wanting to work with me during lessons, all that jazz. You name it and I assure you he was doing it all.

But I couldn’t lie that a part of me didn’t also want him to be there. Over the whole semester,I developed some sort of crush on him but I assured myself it wasn’t anything serious. Because it wasn’t.

“Earth to you y/n,” she muttered as she nudged me slightly causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

“Uh yeah?” I mumbled as a a tiny frown painted across my lips, making me look in the opposite direction.

“I forgot to mention that Draco’s also coming,” she added casually as I turned my attention back to her, almost instantly.

“You mean Malfoy-,” I stuttered as other students bumped into the two of us.

“Uh yeah.. Malfoy..,” She responded, her face puzzled.

I could feel the sweat that was starting to form under my uniform, from hearing his name roll of the tip of her tongue and my hands were beginning to slightly quivering. Maybe it was because I was sat next to him in the lesson that I was heading for now.

Making my way into class, i plopped down onto the seat next to Malfoy wearily.

“Ah..look who do we have here?” He stated playfully as he scooted his seat closer to mine.

“I’m not in the mood Malfoy,” I groaned back as I shoved my books out of my bag.

“Ooh not so friendly,” he added almost as if he was trying to get on my nerves until I gave him a deathly glare making him back up a bit.

There were moments during class where our knees would accidentally touch or his hand would graze mine making me fluster at the sudden contact.

When class finished he began pestering me again. “I heard you might be going to Hogsmeade with us,” he stated as I simply ignored him.

My perception of things were like ‘let’s ignore him and hope I can easily get myself out of this’ sort of thing. Therefore I kept blanking him every single time he tried to talk to me.

As I was exiting the classroom, he held onto my wrist loosely making it compulsory for me to turn around and face him. “Let go of me,” I spoke through gritted teeth.

“Not until you tell me what’s your problem?” He countered as he furrowed his brows, his grip becoming tighter.

“It’s none of your business,” I responded quickly before turning on my heels ready to leave until he leaned towards my ear from behind.

“Are you sure it’s none of my business?” He whispered as a playful smirk appeared on his face.

—

“That looks ridiculously perfect on you,” complimented Pansy as I came down the stairs to the common room. I was wearing a basic,black, midi dress paired along with matching high thigh boots, topped with a winter formal coat.

“Thank you, you look gorgeous too,” I said as my cheeks glowed with a rosy coloured tint.

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Making our way to Hogsmeade, me and Pansy met up with the boys. As soon as I walked in, Malfoy’s mouth was hung slightly open as he stared at me in awe.

“What’s good?” Asked Blaise to the two of us as my heart started beating rapidly. I could have sworn at some point Draco was checking me out. His eyes darting up and down at my figure as I stood their biting on the inside flesh of my cheek as a coping mechanism.

“I think it’s better if we go and explore in pairs,” blurted Draco. Unluckily, I knew where this was headed. Blaise’s and Pansy left for Honeydukes and Crabbe and Goyle headed to the shrieking shack ,leaving me with Draco Malfoy.

“You uh.. you look beautiful today,” he pointed out his cheeks slightly flustering.

“Are you saying that I don’t look beautiful on a regular day?” I questioned my face distorted in confusion.

“No! That’s not what I meant, I mean you look beautiful every day.. you know,” he answered hastily before jamming his hands into his pockets, glancing up at me every now and then.

“Oh do I really?” I taunted. If he thought that this game could only be played by him, then he was wrong. This was a game for two.

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Somehow convincing me to hang out with him, we ended up in the three broomsticks each with a cup of butterbeer, that tasted like cream soda with an extra thick layer of whipped cream on top as we sat opposite one another.

“So are you going to tell me why you keep ignoring me or what?” He insisted before placing his cup down.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep it to myself,” I replied smugly as I took a sip out of my frothy drink.

out of no where, he started giggling making my heart explode with overloaded cuteness. “Why are you giggling?” I questioned as I wrinkled my nose.

“You’ve got some cream on your nose.. here let me help you,”. He leaned across the table as he started to clean me up. I couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous,pale face. My gaze wandered above as I stared into his soft,grey eyes.

When he noticed, a small smile crept up his face as he observed me for a quick second, before pulling away from me.

“Thank.. you,” I said as the words were stuck in my throat.

“Don’t be,” was all he replied with before getting up from his seat, extending his hand towards me.

“Shall we?” He asked, before I took his hand in mine.

—

Letting my guard down, I actually enjoyed Draco’s company. He was just so much fun and he hadn’t even yet failed to make me laugh. I felt as if In the last two hours, I had gotten to know the more adorable, dork side of him as he himself put his bad boy demeanour to the side for once.

“You know Malfoy.. your not so bad as everyone makes you out to seem,” I spoke as we strolled down Hogsmeade quietly.

“I’m glad,” was all that he said before moving on to the next thing. “So are you going to tell me why you kept ignoring me now?” He questioned as we stopped near a desolate area.

I chewed on my lip as my heart started thumping at the question. I couldn’t avoid it now. I had to tell him the real reason.

“If I tell you... you have to swear on Merlin that whatever I spill doesn’t affect whatever we have going on,” I said defensively.

“I mean if you put it that way then sure, I swear on Merlin it won’t affect whatever we have going on,” he sweared. I could feel my muscles tensing up as I clutched on the fabric of my dress.

“Draco I- ... I really like you,” I huffed as my arms folded against my chest. He let out a confused giggled before responding.

“I like you too y/n,” he stated abnormally.

It came to my conclusion that he had gotten the whole situation twisted.

“No, Draco.. what I mean when I say I really like you is that ... it’s more than just like,” I exhaled deeply in disappointment, hanging my head in shame as I exaggerated the last word.

His eyebrows raised slightly as his mouth opened when it had finally hit him. “Too bad were not together then,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear him.

“You gotta stop saying things like that,” I complained.

“Saying things like what?” He interrogated, before smiling down to the floor.

“Saying things that ...make me want to kiss you,” I disclosed, as the last of my words turned into a whisper.

“Maybe you should... maybe you shouldn’t,” he played,as he took a few steps closer to me, closing the gap that was formed between the two of us, his face an inch away from mine.

“Golly gosh y/n, your heart is beating so fast,” he laughed as he threw back his head a bit.

“I can’t help.. help it,” my breathing hitching continuously as I pursed my lips together into a fine line.

“Is this how I make you feel?” His voice purring into my ear as his hand travelled down my thigh.

His mouth dipped lower down my neck, sending me tingles down my spine as I felt his minty breathe fanning my sweet spot where I needed him the most. I felt as if I were putty whenever he laid his hands on me. Resting his hand on my thigh, he bought it back up as he softly moved my hair over the other side of my shoulder continuing to tease the life out of me.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing his face with my hands I instantly pressed my lips against his. His eyes were wide open at the sudden action, since it was so unexpected but going along with it he enjoyed the sensual moment.

His lips tasted like a hint of butterbeer as he wrapped them around my lower lip slightly tugging and nipping at it softly with his teeth causing me to slightly open my entrance.

Taking advantage, he slipped his tongue into my mouth causing me to jolt pulling away from him, my hands now on his chest as we giggled before going at it once again.

This time it wasn’t so violent, it was sweet and sensual as he sucked on my top lip.My hands wrapped around his waist as I pulled him closer until he could hear my rapid heartbeat once again. This caused him to deepen the kiss further as his hands found their way to the ends of my hair lightly tugging at them.

Pulling away panting, his hands made their way to my waist as we looked at one another in utter awe.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” my face flustering in his presence.

“Really? Because I saw that coming,” a smug look across his face. “Maybe I should continue saying things like that,” he added as he pulled me closer.

“Saying things like what?” I asked as my fingers toyed with the buttons on his coat.

“Things that make you want to kiss me”

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Awwwww this is so adorable!! Wow, someone get me a Theo 😪💖

Taking Care of Him

Here you go @approved-by-dentists!! Congrats again on the 400!

The prompt is bolded below! Be prepared for all the fluffiest fluff in the world and Theo acting like a complete and utter baby.

“Out of all the times,” you thought to yourself… “Out of all the times Theo decides to be even more of a hopeless romantic than usual and drag me out into the rain, HE ends up getting sick. And of course, he’s too stubborn to admit he’s sick… This is getting out of hand.”

You finally decide that enough is enough. Theo won’t admit to anyone that he’s sick so you’ll just have to do it for him. So there you go stomping down the hallway to go see Madam Pomfrey, when suddenly you realize… you’ll have to take care of Theo. That stops you right there, the thought bringing a smile to your face because for once Your Hopeless Romantic won’t be able to refuse your help since he is sick… 

With the care package you made for him all wrapped up, you head down to Potions knowing that Zabini should be leaving in a couple of minutes and he’ll get you into the common room. The look on his face when he sees you standing there is priceless.

The second he opens his mouth you know Theo has it bad, “Your boyfriend is driving me nuts. I’m begging you, deal with him.”

He leads you down to the common room, him sitting down on one of the plush chairs as he points you in the direction of their room. When you walk inside you realize that Blaise was right, Theo was super sick. The lights were all off, and the dark green curtains surrounding your boyfriend’s bed were completely closed. If it weren’t for the fact that you could hear him rustling around you would have figured him to be sleeping. 

So as to not scare him, you knock one of the pillars and wait for the curtain to move, even just a touch. Then the curly looks that you love running your hair through from time to time suddenly make an appearance. 

“Sunshine,” a raspy voice calls out, “What are you doing here?”

In response, you bring the care package in front you, “What does it look like I’m doing mi amor? You are sick and I’m here to take care of you.” 

With that, you open the curtain to get a full view of Theo. He looks positively ghastly, pale skin that for a second reminds you of Malfoy, with a big red nose and redshot eyes. 

“Alright, move over,” you push him slightly so that he can give you space for you to sit next with him. 

He merely shakes his head.

“Theo stop being so goddamn stubborn,” you put your hands on your hips, “either you move over or I push on to the floor.”

All you hear in response is a groan falling from his lips, then you see him shuffle around allowing you to put the package in the spot where he just was. 

“Open it! You’ll love what I brought,” you smile.

While you hear him go through everything you bought- some chocolates, the poetry book that he loves reading from, essential oils and lotions that you brought from home- you head over to his closet and grab the one t-shirt that you always steal when you are in his dorm. Before going to join Theo, you grab another t-shirt. Sitting down in front of him, you slowly pull at the hem of what he is wearing, having him lift his arms up you drag the shirt over his head. Then you grab one of the lotions that you know he likes and slowly rub it between your hands, just enough to make it not frigid when you place it on his chest. It’s silent at first, with you carefully rubbing the lotion in a soothing motion. Until suddenly, you look up and catch Theo watching you with a look of admiration, his eyes watering slightly. You merely tilt your head in response.

“I’m sorry.” 

His statement catches you off guard, “For what?” 

“Taking care of me; it’s rotten work,” the tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

“Not when it’s you,” your hands, still full of lotion, cup Theo’s face as your forehead goes to touch his.

With that, you help him into the new shirt and lie next to him in bed, rubbing tiny circles into his arms as his hand goes running through your hair. The two of you slowly going to sleep.