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takeariskao3 · 1 year ago
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written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 day 3: speak now
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'But unbidden into his mind came an image of that same deserted corridor with himself kissing Ginny instead…'
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It was a new sensation, this urge, and Harry didn’t particularly enjoy it. In fact, he found it quite debilitating at times. For weeks he’d daydreamed away his first period, missing crucial Herbology notes he had to copy from Hermione later. He’d started taking an inordinate amount of bludgers at quidditch practice. So much so that McGonagall had kept him after class once to ask if he was feeling alright. Not to mention, he seemed to have lost any and all authority over certain...extremities.
It was mortifying.
But today was by far his worst bout of brain fog. He’d walked right past the Great Hall at lunch, Ron having to call after him when he was halfway up the marble staircase. Harry had doubled back, his face heating with embarrassment, but Ron seemed to buy whatever excuse Harry had stuttered out.
She’s Ron’s sister.
He chanted the mantra inside his head for what felt like the thousandth time. The problem was, it didn’t seem to stick. An empty space of time, or a lull in the conversation and Harry’s train of thought veered right back to shining copper hair and secret passageways; his hands on her waist and his lips on hers. 
Every. Single. Time.
Harry tossed a handful of chips onto his plate and hoped someone at the Gryffindor table had something mildly interesting to talk about, but he was out of luck it seemed. After a few minutes of chatting shit, his mind started to wander. 
They were in a hidden alcove behind the tapestry of Grimma Mog on the fourth floor. The stone wall was cool against his back and Ginny’s body was warm where she pressed into him. Harry could feel the slight flare of her hips beneath his palms, could feel the hitch of her breath as he swiped her bottom lip with his tongue–
Ron’s sister! He shouted inside his own head, pulling his own traitorous thoughts to a halt. 
Focusing on Hermione across the way, he tried to digest whatever she was talking to Neville about. Something to do with toadstools. 
“This new experiment suggests medicinal properties…”
“Really?” Hermione peeked over to read the academic journal Neville had open on the table. “Raw? Or brewed?”
Ginny pressed into him harder, her fist tugging at his hair. In retaliation, Harry slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her jumper and felt smooth skin at the small of her back–
“I'm bloody starving,” the real life Ginny groaned from behind his right shoulder and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. 
She plopped into the empty seat next to him, sending a shoot of electricity up his arm as her elbow bumped his. Harry tossed her a grin that he hoped looked normal, but was probably completely deranged, only to see Dean falling onto the bench on her other side. 
The reminder of her complete unattainability sucker punched the monster living inside his chest. 
Not only was she Ron’s sister. She had a sodding boyfriend. He kept forgetting about that particular obstacle. Probably because his brain was too obsessed with kissing her. 
God, he wanted to kiss her. 
Ginny glanced at him sidelong and Harry averted his gaze, realizing too late he’d been staring. He spent the rest of lunch forcing himself to pay attention as Hermione and Neville's conversation shifted from toadstools to the merits of Moroccan Coriander over other varieties. Meanwhile, Ginny ate and laughed and flirted, and overall tortured Harry to the point of madness. 
But his resolve held. He kept his fanciful scenarios in check for the rest of the day. 
Which turned out to be completely futile, because while he was able to hold some semblance of control in his waking hours, this just spurred his imagination to run wild while he slept.
And like a fixation he couldn’t shake, over and over they were pressed up into the wall of the alcove, twisted together in a hushed encounter unbeknownst to the crowded corridor on the other side of the tapestry. 
It made looking Ron in the eye all the more difficult, and in the mornings, Harry had never been more grateful for the curtains surrounding his four-poster bed.
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narukoibito · 2 years ago
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Prompt 15!!!!!!! (That might have been a touch too enthusiastic)
Too enthusiastic? Never!
Prompt 15: Stargazing together. A is actually smart and points out constellations, B just points up at the sky every so often and says, "That one looks like a penis" or something along those lines
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"What's the name of the ziggy one?"
"Cassiopeia," Ginny said immediately, tracking it on her star chart.
"Well done," Harry said, impressed. He grinned, leaning over to watch her write. His presence beside her made her warm and soft inside despite the occasional brisk evening wind up in the Astronomy tower. "How do you remember all of these?"
"Not all of us just putz around with our studies," she teased, knowing it would just make him smile. "That one's easy. It reminds me of you, actually."
"Oh?" He looked at her, curiosity shining in his eyes.
"If you tilt your head, it looks a bit like a lightening." She used to wistfully looking at the sky, seeing things that reminded her of him when her crush was all-consuming.
"Think about me, do you?" he teased.
Always.
"Careful," she warned. "You'll give me another reason for Cassiopeia to remind me of you."
"What's that?"
"Your hubris."
Harry let out a puff of laughter. She grinned.
"Fitting, Potter. I bet you think all the stars are about you," Ginny mimicked Snape's waspish drawl. He laughed hard.
Harry leaned back, smiling up at the night sky. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, an old habit even though now she could look at him without pretending that she wasn't. He always seemed to be smiling these days, his posture relaxed and at ease. Her heart skipped at the thought that maybe she had a little bit to do with that.
He pointed up at the sky. "That one looks like a penis."
She burst out laughing. "You're supposed to be helping revise!"
"Who came up with that bright idea?"
Ginny snorted. He grinned back cheekily.
"Hermione'll have your hide if you make me fail my exams," she reminded him.
"Nah," he said, his shoulder brushing against hers. "You're too smart for that." He tapped on her parchment. "What is the name of the penis constellation?"
"Gemini."
They fell into rhythm, taking turns guessing first or trying to make each other laugh. ("Blegh, Draco." "Looks like a sperm." "Or micropenis.")
"And that one...er," Ginny paused. They hand landed on a big cluster of stars that was incredibly familiar, but the name seemed to elude her.
"Orion," Harry said.
"Yes," she said, glancing at him in surprise, but his gaze remained focused at the night sky. The humor in his face had faded to something more somber, even a little lost.
She bit her lip and scooted closer, which seemed to draw him out of his brief reverie. He gave her small smile before averting his gaze, suddenly seeming interested in her star chart.
"What about Orion?" she asked, her voice light as she wrote down the name.
Harry hummed. For a moment, she didn't think he would say go on. "Orion. That was Sirius's dad's name."
Ginny scrunched up her nose. "Purebloods and their need to immortalize themselves with such names."
He laughed, humorless. "Yes."
She squinted up at the sky. When she found what she was looking for, she pointed with her quill. "There."
He followed where she indicated. He turned to her, his smile soft. The blue light from the stars above glinted against his wire-rim glasses. "Yeah."
His green eyes flickered down to her lips, his hand covering hers.
"Do you...think you've done enough revising?" he breathed.
Ginny smiled and leaned in, her heart warm and full. "I thought you'd never ask."
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heystephen · 2 months ago
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Its from fresh out the slammer 😭
that explains why i didn’t know it
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brightlybound · 10 months ago
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"Not even a swiftie" I think you mean, "not a swiftiezl, yet" because I'm gonna wear you down
What the hell is a swiftiezl?
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missegyptiana · 6 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY TWIN!!! I hope you are getting little treats today <3
TYSMMM AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU TWINNNNN AHHHH love you soo much honey!! i hope your day and year is filled with love and joy❤️🎉🎂
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santaswiftie · 2 years ago
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Secret Santaswiftie for @xcleanx ★ For Karolina - a very swiftie santa playlist. Some of your faves and some songs I think you may like. From @corneliaavenue
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itsdelicate · 11 months ago
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Merry Christmas Ojo!! It is I, your secret santa! I've super enjoyed getting to chat with you these past few weeks! I hope you have a Merry Merry Christmas <3
hannah omg i can’t believe it was you!! you were the best santa i enjoyed talking to you sm thank you for all the asks ilyyy 💜💜💜 a little late now but merry christmas! happy holiday season and have a great 2024 🥰🫶
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evermoredeluxe · 1 year ago
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hello love! I hope you are doing so well, you beautiful soul!!
hannah buddie i am doing well, just busy with college because my new classes just started! i hope you are doing good too 🫶
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thelasttime · 1 year ago
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I am taking notes from your anons about Taylor Swift lyrics I can include in my Residency Application Personal Statement
inspiration from the anons on how to write good personal statements with taylor swift lyrics
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yorktaylor · 3 months ago
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HAPPY TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM 2 TRACK 2 BIRTHDAY OLIVE!
YESSS THANK YOU
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thenicestthingiveseen · 8 months ago
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Shoot for two fics!!!
I ended up tinkering around with ideas for two fics! Wooooooo
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takeariskao3 · 1 year ago
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written for #severalsunlitdaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3!! day 1: taylor swift (debut)
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Harry had no idea how he let himself end up in this very specific nightmare of a situation. The last thing he wanted was for Ginny’s arm to be draped around his neck as he half-walked, half-carried her back to her flat on the other side of campus.
His only justification, was that Ron had been otherwise occupied by a some girl he knew from class. While he'd been snogging her in the corner, Harry had to watch as Ginny nearly fell off of her chair attempting to out drink some footballer, who had eighty pounds and a full twelve inches on her. After that his path forward seemed pretty clear. Despite his aversion to it.
So, there he was, traipsing across the quad with the barely conscious object of his infernal infatuation tripping along beside him.
"Any particular reason," he began lightly, ignoring the way her head rested against his shoulder, "tonight was the night you decided to drink yourself to death?"
She sighed and stumbled over her toes. "Jusabitofun..."
"Oh, yeah?" Harry adjusted his grip around her waist. "Face down in a toilet is fun for you?"
"Plesss," she slurred. "I haven't been pissed sick since '96."
"And how long have you been speaking in couplets?"
She cackled, and the sound echoed off the stone buildings on either side of them. "You think you're so funny."
"No," Harry replied. "Just sober."
Ginny booed, loudly, and he had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep her outburst from waking up the entire fucking city. In his effort to keep her quiet, he pulled to a stop and they now stood in the damp yellow light of street lamp, two blocks from their destination.
"Christ, Ginny," he cursed. "What's gotten into you?"
She stared up at him and mumbled something behind his palm. He hoped she was inebriated enough that she didn't notice the way his breath caught the longer their gazes held.
Harry dropped his hand. "What was that?"
"I ditched Dean tonight."
His stomach did a violent swoop through his middle and Harry swallowed down the sudden tightness in the back of his throat.
"Why?"
Ginny shrugged, her eyes darting away from his face and into the middle distance. "Never felt right. Not all the way, at least. Not like it's supposed to."
Harry didn't really have a response to this, but he couldn't look away from her either. In an instant, her carefree and impetuous demeanor was shadowed by a profound misery.
Then he realized he was staring, so he cleared his throat and skirted his glance away.
"He's a good bloke, Dean," she continued absentmindedly, as Harry led her into a few measured steps down the sidewalk. "But I never felt like I was all the way myself with him. I wasn't ever just... me. D'ya know what I mean?"
"M-Maybe," he stammered. "Er–Sure..."
Snorting, Ginny placed her hand over where his palm rest against her ribs. "And when do you feel most like yourself?"
When I'm with you.
"I dunno," he said instead, fundamentally mortified by the gut reply that had almost clawed its way out at her question.
"I think it's when I'm on the pitch," she hummed, her eyes dropping shut as they meandered ever closer to Cairncross.
Harry didn't have a response to this, or at least, he kept his mouth firmly shut for fear of what he might blurt out if he didn't.
Eventually, they approached Ginny's building. He simultaneously felt bereft and relieved as she shuffled out of his grasp and up her front steps. She pressed incessantly at her and Hermione's buzzer until the door hummed and the lock clicked.
"Thanks for walking me," she hummed, holding the door open and staring down at him with a soft smile.
Harry smirked back. "Think you'll make it up the stairs?"
"Only one way to find out." With one last grin, she turned on her heel and let the door begin to shut behind her.
Harry had a split second to make his decision, and impulse won as her earlier explanation pounded out a rhythm in the base of his skull.
I ditched Dean. I ditched Dean. I ditched Dean.
"Hey, Ginny!" he called, only a few inches of space left before the door could close all the way.
She reappeared, the light of the hall spilling out behind her.
Harry stood dumbstruck and silent as she watched him in mild curiosity.
"I–" he struggled uselessly. "I'm–"
"No, wait–" she interjected, her eyes wide and the quirk to her lips expectant. He couldn't quite explain it in the moment, but the expression on her face told him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she knew exactly what he'd been about to say. "Will you do me a favor?"
Harry's exhale shuddered on its way out. "Sure?"
Ginny beamed at him, and he felt it like a lance of sunlight straight through his sternum. "Tell me tomorrow?"
Something inside his chest cracked open; soaring, galloping hope seared its way through his blood stream.
She tilted her head to the side, resting it against the door jamb. "Because I want to remember this."
"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow."
Harry chuckled as she disappeared back inside, contemplating what exactly defined tomorrow, and if it would hurt his chances if he showed up on her doorstep sometime around sun-up.
Probably. But Harry figured if he brought along a bag of pastries, that just might make up for it.
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jewishrizahawkeye · 10 months ago
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Top 3 eras tour mishaps!
omg hi!!!
1. when taylor’s garter broke and her background dancers had to help take it off
2. when the stage didn’t open during reputation and taylor had to run to get to her costume change
3. “Safire tears on myspace sadness became my whole sky”
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loverdeluxe · 1 year ago
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Hi I love you <3
HEY I love YOU you iconic being❤️
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feverdreamhigh · 2 years ago
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Claire! You are a wonderful mutual. I hope you are doing well
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Thank you Hannah anon!! ✨ I love being mutuals with you, and I hope the new year has treated you well so far 💕💕
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corneliaavenue · 21 days ago
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wait show me that ratatouille post now 😭😭😭
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look, it was under a read more
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