#did luna lovegood fancy ron weasley

[headcanonsandmore]

Harry: You know, Ron's pretty hot...

Hermione: He's wonderful-

Luna: Kind-

Lavender: -And just gorgeous all-round.

Harry: Truly, a marvel of a human being.

Luna: Should we tell him?

Hermione: Luna, we NEVER tell Ron how attractive he is; it would just make us look like idiots!

[twilightdruig]

talking to the moon

pairing/s: fred weasley x clearwater!fem!reader, percy weasley x penelope clearwater

summary: when fred finds himself running from flich, he ends up in the astronomy tower where he finds out who his comfort person could be.

warnings: ravenclaw!reader, just fluff really, kind of slow burn.

a/n: unedited!! my first fred fic! i kinda hate this btw :)

y/n clearwater remembered when her sister finally got a boyfriend. not only were their mom proud of her for getting a boyfriend but their dad also being proud because she became the ravenclaw prefect.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

y/n had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twin, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

y/n clearwater remembered when her sister finally got a boyfriend. not only were their mom proud of her for getting a boyfriend but their dad also being proud because she became the ravenclaw prefect.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

she had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twins, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione granger), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

“there she goes again, georgie…” fred sarcastically gushed. their eyes followed the figure that was going up to the astronomy tower.

“you keep that up, i’ll start to think you fancy her” george teased his twin brother

fred fake gagged at that.

little did george know, fred’s been smitten with her every since.

there was an opportunity right there. percy was dating her sister. he would’ve thought they’d share a disgust in that relationship but then again, y/n was mysterious, lonely and a little bit intimidating.

although, she’s been causing a tad bit of mischief around, she’s never actually properly talked to the twins. which was surprising to everyone, they’d thought fred weasley and y/n clearwater would’ve been a great golden couple.

their siblings being the prefects who snogged while doing rounds.

one night, fred was setting up a prank while he let george spend the night sleeping. as per usual, he snuck out of his dorm, avoided filch, whom was roaming the corridors.

he found himself running to the direction of the astronomy tower. he didn’t think, he just ran. not once did it cross his mind y/n would be there. he kind of knew she was there every night but that didn’t matter right now.

he didn’t know how but filch heard some of his footsteps nearby. he ran and ran. he was climbing up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

when he was at the very top, he finally lost filch. he didn’t notice a figure sitting by the edge.

y/n was wrapped in an oversized jumper and her hair was in pigtails. she was quite surprised when someone climbed up here. it was late and no one ever encountered her when she was in her zone.

“uh… hey,” fred panted. he didn’t know who it was. it never registered in his head that y/n came up here until the last minute.

“fred.” she turned around.

“hey”

“you already said that” she silently giggled “you alright?” she remembered he was panting and speaking breathlessly.

“yeah, yeah,” he made a hand gesture signifying he was fine “filch” he pointed his thumb behind him, by the stairs.

“i wonder why” she rolled her eyes, the sarcastic comment rolling off her tongue.

“clearwater, right?”

“is that sarcasm?” she narrowed her eyes.

“kind of yes, and no. i don’t exactly know you personally, and yes, your sister has an awful taste in men”

“awful taste in men is right” she laughed.

they continued to converse for the rest of the night. they both forgot they were rivals that night.

the next morning came and they woke up in their respective dorms. she passed luna lovegood by the common room.

her and luna were very good friends. they were known as the weirdos from ravenclaw. neither did you care.

luna was such a pretty soul. who couldn’t love her?

“hello, y/n.” her feathery voice interrupted her thoughts.

“hey there, luna” she waved back.

they walked each other to the great hall. everyone was bustling around, eating, or conversing. luna left to find harry or neville, she wasn’t exactly sure.

the weasley twins also came over to the ravenclaw table. she didn’t know which one of them it was but one was helping the other talk to a girl.

y/n and one of them (probably fred) shared eye contact and it may be unspoken but they’ll most definitely see each other very soon.

they did in fact see each other that night. it was the second night you spent not being rivals. people also may have noticed she weren’t pulling as much pranks as you were before.

summer came along, right after percy and penelope’s graduation. the weasley’s invited the clearwater sisters even if percy was reluctant if he wanted his girlfriend (and girlfriend’s sister) to meet his chaotic family.

now, penelope and y/n were standing in front of a slightly slanting, talk wooden house in the middle of a field.

the door burst open as a plump redheaded woman emerged from said door. ‘this must be mrs. weasley’ y/n thought.

“hi, dearies,” she pulled the sisters in for a hug “i’m mrs. weasley! please do call me molly.”

“hi, molly. thank you so much for inviting me and my sister to stay here!” penelope exclaimed.

“yes! thank you for inviting us” y/n exclaimed as well, right after penny’s elbow jabbed her in the ribs.

when molly went back in the house, them following not far behind. “that hurt penny” y/n whispered.

“sorry! i just didn’t want her to have a bad impression on us. especially, you. she barely knows you”

“boys! ginny! hermione! our guests are here!”

the sound of multiple footsteps rattling the stairs could be heard from y/n’s position at the door. there was a small sign that said ‘the burrow’, a small living room, a dining table that was connected to the kitchen. the house felt cozy and homey.

after she examined the area, two tall, identical twins, who grew their hair, appeared in front of her “fred,” she nodded to one twin “george.” she nodded to the other.

she figured penelope was somewhere spending time with her boyfriend.

y/n sure was surprised to see the twins with longer hair and longer legs. they still looked good, though.

wait, did she just call the twins attractive?! no way. no. she shook the thought off. molly told her and penny they’ll be staying in ginny’s room with ginny and hermione. she took her bags up their so she could get settled in.

after she did, she was found outside, reading a book by a large tree. she and hermione were there before ginny and ron called her in.

nighttime arrived, the weasleys and their guests ate under the moonlight with fairy lights around their yard. it was a beautiful sight, a happy family, under the stars and moon and galaxy.

she sat in between penny and hermione. she was very comfortable with hermione. they never really conversed before today, they learned they had so much in common from books to favorite subjects.

after eating, all the girls helped molly wipe the tables and clean the dishes while the boys packed up the tables. molly was making them practice muggle cleaning and organizing. it was obvious they didn’t like it.

y/n proposed she help the boys, because she knew a fair amount of muggle knowledge. it was one of her best classes, after all.

fred has been sending her longing looks and winks all day. while degnoming the backyard and playing quidditch with his siblings. he kept looking at her under the shade of the tree.

before she went back in fred approached her and slipped a little piece of paper in her pocket.

‘meet me at the bottom of the abandoned treehouse in the back at 11:30pm’

it’d be like the astronomy tower.

when it struck 11:30pm, y/n made sure all her roommates were fast asleep before slowly tiptoeing out the room and down the stairs. she slipped past a snoring and cuddling molly and arthur weasley in the living room and finally, out to the backyard. she walked over to the abandoned treehouse and waited for a bit until fred emerged from the same door she came through earlier.

“hey” he murmured when he approached where y/n was sitting on a stable step that was supposedly going up to the treehouse.

“hi there”

“what are you up to?”

“you told me to meet you here, you git”

“right, right” the two laughed.

comfortable silence feel upon them. “there was actually something i wanted to tell you”

you faced him, “oh?”

“yeah”

“okay, go on. spit it out, freddie” the nickname just came out naturally from her tongue.

it gave fred butterflies, for some reason. actually, he did know what ‘some reason’ was.

“i- um…” he stammered.

“do i make fred,” she poked his side “nervous?”

“yeah. you do” he grabbed her hand. he looked up at the star-littered sky and the moon.

“what?” she faltered.

“you make me nervous, y/n.” he looked back at her “the thing is, i fancy you. you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, weird and mysterious and i love all of that about you”

y/n smiled. “i fancy you too, fred”

“oh, thank merlin” he chuckled “i had to ask percy and your sister for advice.”

“oh… well, did it work?”

“oh, i didn’t use it. i just went with my gut like i did that first night.”

they laid there, underneath the galaxy. the stars and moon looking down at them, seeing young true love.

[slytherweasley]

Introverted (Harry Potter x Reader)

Warnings: swearing

Summary- Y/n mostly keeps to herself apart from her best friends Neville and Hermione. Everyone else thinks she’s odd. Harry has a crush on her but doesn’t know how to talk to her, he has to figure that out himself.

Y/n is a very quiet person, she doesn’t talk to many people. Neville Longbottom is her best friend, they became best friends through their shared interest of Herbology. Y/n loves to study plants and understand magical creatures, she’s muggleborn so all the different creatures and plants fascinate her.

Hermione Granger is one of her good friends, Hermione has always been kind to Y/n since they’re the only muggleborns in their year. They share a common interest in taking care of all magical creatures, specifically house elves. Y/n always thanks the kitchen elves at the end of the day for making the food.

Ginny Weasley was also her good friend, Ginny is the opposite of Y/n. Ginny is strong and confident, that’s why it works, although she’s younger than Y/n she’s still a good friend.

Which brings me to her last friend Luna Lovegood, although Luna has some ineteretsing and questionable ideas but she’s got some similar ideas to Y/n. Luna and Y/n go out to see the Thestrals and feed them. Y/n witnessed her older brother die when she was younger which was a factor to her being so quiet.

“Oi Harry, look out” Fred Weasley yells out getting your attention too, you see Harry put his elbow in his food, he smiles at you as you walk down the hall to find Neville at the Gryffindor table, you chuckle. “Good one mate” Ron says “That was so awkward” George says “More like painful to watch. What’s your obsession with her anyway?” Fred asks “Shes beautiful and she is so smart and kind, she’s always looking out for someone else.” “You should talk to her” Hermione suggests “No way, I can’t talk to girls” “You talk to plenty of girls” “I’m not interested in them at all, I could never talk to Y/n.” “Shes the least intimidating person at Hogwarts” “It would be like talking to a wall” Fred says and everyone laughs “Actually, Y/n is very interesting, she’s got a lot to say if you make an effort to talk to her” Hermione says.

Y/n takes a seat next to Neville and Luna, it’s sometimes quite awkward for Y/n around Luna and Neville. Neville confessed his feelings for Luna to me and I’m pretty sure Luna fancies him too. “Hi guys” “Hi Y/n, do you want to come to the greenhouse with me after school?” “Yeah okay, that will be fun, what about you Luna?” “I’ve got some studying to do, thank you Y/n” she smiles.

Later that day, Neville goes back to his dorm to grab some of his Herbology books. “Neville, where are you going?” Harry asks “To the greenhouse with Y/n then we are going to the lake” “Oh, Y/n?” “Yeah” “Right, see you later then” “Bye Harry.” Neville was confused as to why Harry was suddenly interested in what he was doing but he let it go and met Y/n at the greenhouse.

“Hermione! You have to take me to The Great Lake” Harry jumps onto the couch in the common room “What? Why do I have to take you and why do you want to go there?” “Because if I go Y/n won’t talk to me, she talks to you and you can introduce us.” She sighs “You’re lucky I want to talk to Y/n.”

Harry and Hermione follow Neville and Y/n from afar and once they’re settled at the lake, Hermione and Harry go to them. “Hey Y/n” Hermione sits next to her under a tree, while Neville is in the water. “Oh hi Hermione, hi Harry” you give Harry a smile “You know my name?” He asks and she chuckles “Yes, you’re Harry Potter, everyone knows you” Harry blushes “Oh yeah, right.” Hermione and Y/n talk when there’s a splash, Neville falls underwater. Y/n can’t stop laughing, she laughs uncontrollably while trying to help Neville “That wasn’t funny Y/n” Neville says soaked in water “I’m so sorry Neville I can’t stop laughing.” Harry smiles, her laugh is contagious, hearing her laugh is music to his ears.

“Well we better leave you guys to whatever you were doing before” Hermione says “Bye Hermione, bye Harry. It was nice talking to you both” Y/n smiles at Harry, he smiles back and waves goodbye. “What was that?” Neville asks “What?” “That smile, I know you better than anyone else, do you fancy Harry?” “N-no!” “Yes you do.” “Fine yes I do” “You do know he is the chosen one and everything”’ “If you’re insinuating I have no chance with him, trust me I know. He’s cute though” “I didn’t mean it like that” “You did but that’s okay.”

The next morning Y/n goes to the great hall for breakfast. “Good morning, Harry, Good morning Hermione!” Y/n smiles and waves. Harry has a mouthful of pumpkin juice and spits it all over Ron “Mate! You can’t be serious” Ron snaps at Harry giving him a push but he’s focused on Y/n as she gives Neville a hug good morning. He doesn’t understand how Neville got so lucky.

Y/n had noticed how clumsy Harry was, he’d be tripping over his own feet all the time and he has ran into many poles. One time he brought Ron down with him, Ron wasn’t very happy, you chuckled each time Hermione got annoyed at Harry and helped him up.

“Oi Harry, Y/n is downstairs in the common room talking to Hermione, maybe you should go talk to her and make your move.” Ron says “I can’t talk to her, you know I can’t, I always fall over or I run into walls, people and poles not to mention I stutter and stumble over my words.” “You fancy Y/n?” Neville asks “Neville! I forgot you were in here, please don’t tell Y/n” Harry begs. “How long have you fancied Y/n?” “Since the end of last year” Ron says “Ron!” “What? He’s going to know anyway.” “You should talk to her Harry” Neville says “Does she even like me?” “Yes, she thinks your funny, every time you fall down she can’t stop laughing” “She does?” Harry’s eyes light up. “On your first challenge she couldn’t watch, she was so nervous for you” “Neville why haven’t you mentioned any of this before?” “I didn’t know you fancied her.”

Harry gets the courage to talk to Y/n. He goes downstairs and sits in the middle of her and Hermione. After getting assurance from Neville, Harry made an effort to get to know Y/n and they started hanging out more than her and Neville did. He always got her into the Gryffindor common room and she always got him into the Hufflepuff common room. The two of them would always flirt with each other, neither of them could tell though.

Y/n takes him down to the lake to watch the water “Y/n, I want to ask you something” “What is it?” “Well actually I have two things to ask.” “Tell me already, Harry!” “Well I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Yule ball with me” “Yes, I would love to, I thought I’d be going with Neville but he already asked Ginny. What’s the other one?” “Umm so I have fancied you for a while and just recently I got to know you. So I wanted to know if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” “Is this a joke?” “No” “I fancy you too Harry, I will be your girlfriend.” Harry kisses your lips, his soft lips on yours, you put your hand on his cheek, you pull away breathless. “Sorry, I have been waiting to do that for a while” “That was my first kiss” you admit “It was? I should’ve made it more special, I’m sorry” “No, I wouldn’t want it any other way, I like spontaneous.”

Word spread quickly, how could it not? Harry is dating a muggleborn hufflepuff, Y/n is quite mysterious which made it all the more interesting. Y/n found it confronting when people would come up to ask her about her relationship. “Hey, mudblood” Draco calls out from behind Y/n, she turns around out of curiosity “Yeah you, Potter’s girl” Y/n felt a jab in the heart. Draco has never talked to her before, he’s never even insulted her and now he is calling her a mudblood. Y/n was hoping Harry would be there soon, they agreed on meeting outside the library to study.

Y/n took a deep breath in as Malfoy and his friends confronted her “Who are you, mudblood?” “M-my name is Y-Y/n” “Are you new?” “N-no! I was always a-at this sc-school” “You got a stutter too? Potter is dating some loser mudblood Hufflepuff with a stutter” “I-I don’t usually have it.” His friends started laughing Thats when Harry appeared by her side. “Leave her alone” Harry stands in front of Y/n, the Slytherin’s go away and Harry hugs Y/n while she cries. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here earlier” he kisses the top of her head “They’re assholes who know they can get a reaction out of you.” “I don’t want to study anymore” you mumble “That okay, where do you want to go?” “Your dorm.”

Harry takes her to his dorm, he gives her a hoodie of his to wear and she cries on his bed, Harry hated hearing her cry. “You don’t deserve this, you’re the most amazing person at this school” “I’ve never been called a mudblood before” “Because you’re not, your blood isn’t dirty, you’re lucky, you have both worlds, magical and muggle” “I guess so” she smiles. “That’s so much better, I love your smile.”

Hermione, Ginny and Y/n go dress shopping for the Yule ball. “Harry is going to instantly fall in love with you when he sees you in this” Ginny says. Y/n spins around in the dress. It’s a blue flowy off the shoulder dress. We walk back to Hogwarts, Hermione gets Y/n into the Gryffindor common room. Harry gets up as soon as he sees her. “Did you get a dress?” He asks giving her a hug “Yes, I did” “You’re going to love it” Hermione says “She looks so beautiful in it” Ginny agrees.

Harry takes Y/n down to their spot, the Great Lake under the tree they first officially met at. “I’m excited for this ball” Y/n says “Me too, I’m excited to see how beautiful you look. Harry gets up off the ground and puts his hand up for Y/n to take “May I have this dance, Y/n?” “You may.” Harry and Y/n had been practising since Harry asked Y/n, they were both very clumsy and not very good at dancing but they tried.

Harry spins Y/n around and almost let’s go of her hand but he catches her and kisses her. “I caught you” he mumbles close to her lips “You did” she leans up and kisses him again.

The day of The Yule Ball was stressful. Hermione let Y/n get ready in her dorm with her dorm mates. She did Y/n’s hair and makeup. Y/n did Hermione’s. Y/n walked with Hermione. Y/n caught eyes with Harry as soon as she walked down the first step. Harry looked so handsome, Y/n found herself wondering how the hell she is dating Harry Potter. “I can’t even speak properly right now, you look so incredibly beautiful” “Harry you look the most handsome in this room” he pecks her lips and McGonagal rushes over to the both of them. “Get ready for the first dance” neither Harry or Y/n knew they would be dancing in front of everyone. Y/n wasn’t good with attention and lately she’d been getting a lot. “Hey, look at me the whole time we are dancing, it will be just like we practised in your dorm.”

Harry and Y/n walk out together, Y/n felt like she was transported back in time to all the times they practised together. Harry stepped on her feet many times but she laughed it off. They danced the whole night, sticking to slow dancing where possible. “I want you to know that I’ve had the best night in a very long time” he whispers into her ear leaving a kiss on her cheek.

[theweasleysredhair]

Broken Toes [N.L.]

Character: Neville Longbottom

Word Count: 1018

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “I think you’re worth a few broken toes.” In which Neville asks the Slytherin girl he fancies to the Yule Ball.

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A/n: this one was written for the lovely dee ( @obsessedwithrandomthings ) - i hope you’re feeling better soon my lovely! ❤️❤️ it’s only a short lil fic and probably isn’t that great but i hope it brings a smile to your face anyway!

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“He’s looking at you again,” Daphne glanced over at you with a knowing smile, before grimacing at the smell of the pus that she was extracting from her bubotuber plant.

You nearly gagged, pushing the plant away from you - you liked Herbology, it was an interesting subject but the odour in the room wasn’t exactly appealing.

“What do you mean? No he’s not!” You insisted, feeling yourself grow warm at the implication, fighting to not glance over at the boy in question. You failed, not being able to help the way your eyes wandered over to the brunette boy who was stood on the other side of the greenhouse.

As Daphne had mentioned, his eyes were on you, a slight pink blush dusting his cheeks as his gaze caught your. He dropped his plant, eyes wide as he noticed you looking, causing the pus to nearly hit him in the face. He nearly stumbled, averting his gaze and becoming a shade of red that rivalled Ron Weasley’s hair in embarrassment.

You giggled to yourself, biting your bottom lip before freezing at Daphne’s pointed look. “Told you,” she muttered, shaking her head at you playfully.

“Look- Neville is... he’s awkward around everyone. Just because he nearly dropped his plant after I looked at him doesn’t mean he likes me-“

“I heard he’s thinking about asking you to the Yule Ball,” she interrupted you. You nearly choked on air, mouth dropping a little at the revelation, “Where did you hear that?”

“Overheard some Gryffindors talking about it,” she shrugged simply.

Your felt your heart racing, “Well I heard he was going to ask Ginny. He spends so much time with her!”

Professor Sprout dismissing the class interrupted your conversation, and you cleared your space on the table before walking out of the greenhouse with Daphne.

She linked your arm as you spoke again, “I just... I can’t see it happening.”

It had been nearly three weeks since the Yule Ball was announced and he hadn’t said so much as a ‘hello’ in the hallways. As much as you wanted him to ask you, you couldn’t help the feeling you had that maybe he wouldn’t ask - that he would, indeed, ask Ginny. Or maybe someone else - maybe Luna Lovegood. You’d heard she didn’t have a date yet.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, he could surprise you!” Daphne’s voice broke through your thoughts. You offered her a smile and nodded, “Yeah, I hope so.”

“Y/n!”

You blinked, eyes wide as you span around to see who was talking, only to see a messy haired Neville running after you and Daphne, holding a bouquet of what looked like deep green and white roses.

“Neville, what’s wrong?” You asked, not being able to hide your smile at his flushed cheeks and jittery energy. Daphne shot a grin your way, wiggling her eyebrows and turning to leave - not before mouthing another “I told you so”.

You both watched her head back up the castle before he began speaking again, “Um, well, I was wondering- I just- I hoped that you might- I’m sorry, I’m rambling - you just make me really nervous.”

“No need to be nervous, it’s just me,” you grinned at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Right, of course, well I- these are for you,” he held out the bouquet he’d been holding, which you took from him, thanking him as you looked at the flowers in awe.

He blushed as your fingers stroked the back of his hand as you took the flowers, clearing his throat and shooting you a nervous smile, “What I was trying to say - or ask, rather - is that I was hoping you’d accompany me to the Yule Ball? It’s okay if not! I know a lot of boys wanted to ask you and if you’re already going with someone-“

Your heart was beating fast and you couldn’t believe what was happening - the boy you’d fancied for nearly two years now was asking you to the Yule Ball. “Neville,” you interrupted him gently with a wide smile, “Of course I’ll go to the ball with you.”

“Y-You will?” He seemed shocked, his eyes widening as if he hadn’t thought you’d agree - which, to be fair, he hadn’t.

You nodded and his eyes lit up, raking a hand through his messy hair, “That’s great! Thank you! I um, I can’t wait!”

You pressed your lips together to try and suppress another smile - you couldn’t wait either. “I must warn you though, I’m a terrible dancer,” you told him, glancing at the floor.

“Don’t worry, I expect I will be too. Though I’ve actually been learning how to waltz properly, wanted to impress you,” he admitted.

“That’s so sweet of you,” you told him, looking up into his dark eyes, and grabbing one of his hands as you let out a small laugh, “Guess it’ll be me stepping on your toes then.”

“I think you’re worth a few broken toes,” he said as he squeezed your hand in his.

“You think?” You raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Yes, I think,” he confirmed, “But I’m sure I’d know for definite if maybe I could kiss you.”

His heart was pounding - he hoped you’d agree, that you’d let him kiss you. He watched you nod, feeling as though all of his wishes were coming true at once, and slowly leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips, his hands holding your waist as you leaned into his touch.

You were just barely aware of other students nearby, probably being able to see but you were too caught up in Neville to bring yourself to care.

You grinned as you pulled away, your arms wrapped around his neck, lips still close to his, “So, Longbottom, am I worth a few broken toes?”

He looked down at you a little starstruck, completely shocked at the fact he’d just been able to kiss you, “Definitely a lot more than a few, love.”

[acnelli]

Happy Birthday, Ron!

Not in time for Ron’s Birthday but better late than never.

[...] "Ron's set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, It had once belonged to someone else in his family - in this case, his grandfather." [...] - Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Chapter 12 This old, battered chess set has a special history and Ron would like to tell you the story behind it.

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Today was Ron’s sixth Birthday and he couldn’t be more excited. Ron loved his Birthdays for several reasons but what he loved the most was having his grandfather around for the whole day. And Ron loved his grandfather a lot.

Ron sat on granddad Septimus’ lap, happily digging his fork into the rich cream cake his mother made today. It had orange hundreds and thousands on top which made it all a lot sweeter than it already was. Pretty much all Weasley siblings had a sweet tooth but no one loved sweets as much as Ron did.

Molly and Mrs Lovegood laughed at Ron because some of the tiny orange pearls stuck to the side of his mouth as he ate his third slice of the delicious cake. The boy smiled sheepishly at the two women and like a real Weasley, his ears turned bright red.

“Where do you put all this food, Ron? You are all skin and bones,” Mrs Lovegood said, playfully pinching his cheek as she gave him a napkin to clean his face, “What’s your secret?”

“I have hollow legs,” Ron repeated what his Mum always kept saying, grinning from ear to ear, “And I’m still growing. Mum says I grow like a weed.”

“It’s true. I thought Bill will be the tallest but I think Ron will beat Bill sooner or later.”

Ron thought he had this conversation a hundred times before but he didn’t mind it too much. He tuned out the chatter of the adults as he continued eating his cake.

After playing with his siblings and Luna the whole day, he looked forward to finally play some chess with his grandfather. Granddad Septimus taught him the game and Ron had been immediately fascinated by it. Chess required tactic and foresight his grandfather told him, and it didn’t take long for Ron to get into it. He soon played against all his brothers and beat all of them. He also played against his sister but she was a baby, so that certainly didn’t count. It actually had been quite easy except for playing against Bill. The oldest Weasley sibling had been slightly more skilled than the rest and therefore harder competition. Ron couldn’t help the huge grin splitting his face when he thought about the day he beat Bill at chess, the oldest Weasley sibling grumbling something about ‘suffering defeat by a five-year-old’.

“What are you smiling at, Ronnie,” granddad asked. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled back at Ron and the wrinkles around his eyes deepened even more.

“Nothing,” Ron answered quickly, turning a little red for being smug about his win against Bill, “Would you fancy a game of chess, granddaddy?”

As always, granddad Septimus did not disappoint and agreed to play his favourite game with his grandson. Arthur joined them from the kitchen to the living room and Ron found himself on granddad’s lap again, the chess set sitting in front of him and his Dad taking his usual place on the settee opposite them.

Almost an hour later the game still wasn’t over because Ron took his time thinking through every single move and trying to find out what his Dad’s strategy might be. Septimus and Arthur talked about everything and nothing while Ron observed the board when suddenly the six-year-old jumped up and let out a loud yelp, almost knocking over the chessboard in the process.

“CHECKMATE!” Ron yelled as he pointed to Arthur’s white King, excitement and hope shining in the little boy’s face when he looked at his grandfather for confirmation. And indeed, Ron did win this game. For the very first time, Ron defeated an adult.

After looking at the chessboard again with a slightly puzzled expression, Arthur soon got over the initial surprise and beamed at his youngest son. “This was very impressive, Ron. I’ll have to up my game from now on when playing against you.” He gave his son a kiss on the forehead before announcing to go back into the kitchen to tell everyone about his pitiful defeat and promising to come back with a chocolate frog.

Ron glowed with pride as he jumped into his grandfather’s arms, the old man laughing merrily at the boy’s enthusiasm and happiness. With a flick of his wand, a parcel slowly flew into Septimus’ hands and with a not so healthy-sounding crack of his knees, he knelt down in front of Ron.

“I’ve got another Birthday present for you.”

Eyes wide Ron took the parcel but too hesitant to actually open it.

“But I already got a present from you, granddad.” Despite the uncertainty about him really getting a second present, the excitement and curiosity couldn’t have been more obvious.

“Just open it, Ronnie.”

The excitement finally winning over the uncertainty, Ron ripped open the present. He could only stare disbelievingly at what he held in his hands now. It was his grandfather’s very own chessboard. And it wasn’t just any chessboard; it was the chessboard his grandmother gave Septimus as a gift for their 10th anniversary so many moons ago.

Ron may have been still a little boy but he knew enough about this chessboard to grasp the significance behind this gesture. He knew that it was one of the most treasured possessions of his grandfather, so naturally, Ron did not feel fit enough to receive it.

“But granddad…,” Ron’s voice almost dropped down to a whisper, “I can’t take this. You got this from Nana.”

“And now I want you to have it.” His grandfather answered, putting a heavy hand on Ron’s shoulder.

For some reason, Ron wasn’t able to look at his granddad anymore but found it just as hard to stare at the chess set in his hands. “But why me?”

Septimus softly put a hand on Ron’s chin for the boy to look up at him again. “Because I trust you to take good care of it, Ron. You are a chess natural and I’m sure one day you won’t find a single soul being able to defeat you. And I love the thought you have this chess set with you when the day comes.”

Ron was still speechless as he softly brushed his hand over his new chess set. Only feeling a little pathetic and childish, he wasn’t able to force back a sob anymore as he put the chess set down to hug his grandfather again. “Thank you! I’ll take good care of it” He mumbled into the soft fabric of Septimus’ sweater.

“I’m sure about that. I wouldn’t just give this to anyone, Ron,” granddad whispered into his grandson’s ear before looking at him with the warmest smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, Ron. You are my champion.”

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She (Ginny Weasley x Sapphic! Reader)

notes: can you tell im in love with Ginny Weasley? also my first post in MONTHS im so sorry

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warning: none :) the end if kind of rushed sry

I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

Your soft voice bounced around the stone walls of your dorm. Your hands were raw at this point from playing the guitar and writing for hours. You finally finished the song you had written that expressed your feelings. Humming along while tuning your guitar, you were startled by your best friend and dormmate, Ginny Weasley.

“You’re really good, you know,” her low voice comes from behind you. Looking back at the dorm entrance you saw her coolly leaned against the arch, books in hand, school robes keeping her warm.

Shit. She heard you? You literally wanted anything but anyone to hear it.

Trying to not show too much shock, you muttered a nervous thank you. “Oh, yea, thanks, Gin,” Ginny smiled then ran to the four poster next to yours, sitting directly across from you. “How much of it did you hear?”

“Most of the song, I reckon,” Shitshitshitshit. “Well, I mean, not really. I heard your voice but I couldn’t really hear any of the words since I was just down the hall.” Ginny smiled. She had no clue you were singing a song about her. Thank Godric. Relief washed over you until she spoke up again, “Will you play it for me?”

“Play what?” You were dumbstruck with stress still that your mind went blank.

“The song you were just playing,” Ginny giggled and gave eyes of encouragement. That giggle triggered the butterflies to be let out into your stomach, fluttering around as if it is the first time they have seen day. Her laugh was always one of your favorite things. 

“Oh! Yeah, duh. Um, I-I don’t know. I mean, it isn’t gr-” you scrambled to make excuses but Ginny interrupted.

“Oh come on, Y/N. I know it’s amazing. Besides, I am your best friend, I won’t judge even if it was bloody awful,” she grabbed your hand while talking you up. You stared at your hand holding her paled, freckled one. Now you were more nervous than ever. 

You shut your eyes before sighing, “Fine! Fine! But you owe me a butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks today,” you pointed at her with stern eyes. Taking in a deep breath before going to strum you saw her get comfortable and wear the biggest smile ever. You soon blushed but the nerves flooded you again. “Ginny, are you sure? My throat is a litt-”.

“Y/N!” she giggled before you responded defensively with an ‘OK’.

Ginny was patient as you got into your zone of focus. After what felt like forever for you, your fingers began to strum. You were doing it, you were playing her the song. Out of nerves to start the lyrics, you played the beginning intro a few too many times before the lyrics spewed from your mouth. You saw from the corner of your eye that Ginny grinned bigger as she saw your mouth open.

Am I allowed, to look at her like that?

And just like that, Ginny’s expression changed at the word “her.” It wasn’t a negative expression, just a curious one. A curious look that was almost permanently on their mutual friend Luna Lovegood’s face. Ginny mouthed the word “her” before tuning into you singing the rest of the song.

Could it be wrong, when she’s just so nice to look at?

This was the point in Ginny’s head that solidified the idea that you were singing about a girl and that she didn’t hear you wrong the first time. There was initial shock at first but overall acceptance to her best friend.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like pumpkin juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she means everything to me, oh

That was the verse that you were scared to sing to Ginny the most. 

Your head flashed to the day you and Ginny learned about amortentia with their Potions class. Everyone in the class announced what they smelled, but when it got to you, you had to think fast to cover up your answer which would make it almost obviously that you smelled Ginny. “I smell cologne and... today’s breakfast,” your whole class giggled. 

Ginny poked you in the ribs, “Almost no one ate whatever it was that they gave us for breakfast,” she pondered, “except Ron.” Her eyes went wide when she thought she put together puzzle pieces. “You like Ron!” she whispered, not quiet enough for us to not earn a glare from the Professor, though. You shrugged, you wanted her off the topic. You began to listen to the rest of your class announce what they smell, pretending that what you said didn’t matter. 

And I'll be okay admiring from afar 'Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

It was true. Although you and Ginny were attached at the hip and knew almost everything about each other, you could not feel more distanced. It wasn’t anything that was Ginny’s fault. It was your own. You were keeping a secret from her. And it wasn’t a secret such as ‘Once I wore your favorite jumper without asking,’ it was that you were in love with her. Hell, Ginny didn’t even know that you liked girls. You created such a large wall to protect yourself and your friendship with Ginny. 

And she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall But to her, I taste of nothing at all

Your voice got especially raw at that last lyric. You knew she fancied Harry. You knew she only saw you as a friend. You were never more than a friend. Honestly, you had no clue whether or not Ginny would ever swing your way, but you always assumed that she wouldn’t, you did so to protect your feelings.

Ginny was still grinning. Though she had a curious look on her face, she also looked proud. Which, honestly, you are proud of yourself. You are proud of singing in front of her, for coming out to her, and maybe, if it works out, you’ll be proud of being hers.  

And she means everything to me Yes, she means everything to me She means everything to me

You closed out the song slowly. You emotions were on edge. You were proud, sad, curious, nervous, and happy all at the same time. Once the guitar stopped vibrating with noise, Ginny began to vocalize her thoughts.

“Y/N! That was so beautiful! The lyrics, your voice... and ‘she’? Y/N! Why didn’t I know?!” she jumped to her feet and softly clapped. You sure hope she meant you liking girls, not being madly in love with her. 

Blushing, you messily thank her, “Oh- I- I- Thanks, Gin, I really appreciate it,” you awkwardly said, putting your guitar away as Ginny sat next to you on the bed.

“Don’t avoid the question, Y/N/N” she said staring at you sternly.

“What question?” Now you were playing dumb. You wanted to end this moment as soon as possible, you prayed that your friends would come to the door any second saying that they were ready to go to Hogsmeade. 

Without forcing the harsh question, Ginny tried to guide you into answering patiently. “You know... ‘She...’ Merlin, Y/N, that you like girls!” she rolled her eyes playfully before poking you in the ribs.

“Oh...right. I don’t know, it just never came up?” you tried to dumb the situation down but you knew you weren’t going to get away with it.

“‘It never came up,’ Yeah right, Y/N! We have definitely talked about who we like before. I just thought it was Ron all this time, haha! Ron... Thank Godric you don’t fancy my brother,” she was more happy than you thought she would be. It comforted you, but you knew what her next question was going to be. 

There was a moment of comfortable silence and calming from the laughing. Ginny then broke that silence, quiet at first. “Um, who is it about? Who is ‘She’?”

There it was. The question you absolutely dreaded.

Looking at her was the scariest moment you have ever experienced. She had to be pulling your leg. You name dropped her literal scent and favorite foods. Meeting her eyes made your stomach drop. You noticed Ginny’s eyes holding a bit of sympathy welded into the curiosity. Did she know it was about her and felt bad? Was she going to be able to tell from your nervous facial expression?

Her beautiful eyes were a trance that almost took her out of her nervous and repeating thoughts. The one thing that did was a group of Gryffindors stopping at your door way.

“Ginny, Y/N, everyone is starting to leave for the Hogsmeade, you ready?” a Gryffindor boy you both were friendly with asked, a few other Gryffindors behind him. 

Both of you jumped up and scrambled to get ready, “Yea, we will be there soon, thank you for letting us know!” you said, dressing warm in a quick manner. You were thankful that your classmates interrupted the moment. You wouldn’t mind staring into Ginny’s eyes anytime except for now.

You both quickly headed down to the entrance of the school, meeting with friends. There was tension between you too, nothing negative, just awkward. You tried to wipe the last five minutes from your brain to enjoy Hogsmeade with Ginny and your friends, but negativities swirling in your head made it hard, especially when Ginny kept stealing (what looked like sympathetic) looks at you the entire trip.

***

Walking back from Hogsmeade in the winter was awful. For one, it was too cold for what warm robes everyone had on. On the other hand, Ginny was staring bullet holes into your head the entire time. You couldn’t tell if they were pity or curiosity, but to be honest, you wanted to avoid the situation of finding out as much as possible. 

Dinner in the Great Hall was going to be served in about an hour so everyone freezing down to their bones has dedicated the hour to running to their dorms and warming up as soon as possible. Ginny wasn’t an exception to that, she bolted up the stairs leaving you alone to your slow walking. You planned to walk as slow as you could and take as many detours on the moving stairs as you could. When you did walk into your dorm much later, Ginny, now dressed in warmer clothes and slippers, greeted you.

“Y/N! What took you so long? I thought you would’ve run up here to get warm!”

Your eyes shot down to the floor as you paced your way to your four poster, “Oh, just took the long route,” you shrugged, hoping she’d leave it be. 

“Y/N,” you turn around towards the voice, which has now moved right behind you. 

“Close your eyes,” Ginny said. Nervously, you close your eyes.

It is nothing but darkness for a bit. That is until you feel a tug on your neck from your scarf. That loses your focus before it is on the pair of soft lips on yours.

She was kissing you. Ginny Weasley was kissing you.

The kiss was short and sweet but enough to make you shocked and have butterflies brewing between the two of you. 

After pulling apart, Ginny speaks up, “you taste of... butterbeer and... sugar quills,” she grins softly.

You stared wide eyed at the doe eyed girl. She reads the shock on your face and is immediately filled with regret.

“Oh Godric, the song wasn’t about me, was it? I just thought so since some of the clues connected with me and I have been in love with you for two years so I guess I just assumed. Godric, this is so embarass-” Ginny’s nervous ran was cut off by a kiss between you. This kiss was longer. Your arms were around eachother, breath was running out fast. 

“It’s you, you dork. The song is about you,” you confess before kissing her once again. 

[dewitty1]

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run

waspabi @waspabi

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Pining, Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friendship

Summary:

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

Excerpt:

“You all right?”

“Brilliant,” Harry spat. His eyes burned and he turned away. He didn’t want Malfoy to see him crying.

“We can get rid of them,” Malfoy said quietly. “We can — not to sound murderous about it. I mean to say, we can just… Apparate away. Leave them here. We don’t have to get caught up in what they’re caught up in.”

“You think Hermione would go for that?”

“Probably not,” Draco admitted. “She likes the idea of a more organised resistance. Better resources. More money for those little pieces of Muggle parchment she likes with the sticky backs. But we can — we can strike out on our own, if we have to.”

“We wouldn’t last a week without her, remember?” Harry’s voice sounded hoarse. He wished his eyes would stop fucking leaking for five minutes. “We barely lasted a day at Jane and Cynthia’s.”

“I don’t know, Potter. We could figure something out. Sod this whole revolution business; it’s rubbish anyway. Crap food and no wages. Let’s leave this shit island to its self-destruction. We could go to Australia and live with Hermione’s parents and pretend to be Muggles. At this point I’d probably get an O on the Muggle Studies N.E.W.T, honestly, it’d be easy.”

Harry shut his eyes and had a brief, delirious fantasy of him and Malfoy on some Australian beach. Draco would be grousing about the heat, a thick line of sunblock on his nose. His bare shoulders would be red and peeling a little. Maybe he’d put on a really naff t-shirt with a stretched out collar to keep from getting more burnt. Harry would have a surfboard, and he’d somehow have got really good at surfing. They’d have boring jobs at a shop and no one would be trying to kill them.

“Funny,” Harry said, and his wet laugh was not very convincing.

“No?” Draco shuffled a bit closer. “Worth a shot, I suppose.”

“Sorry about your dad.” Harry scuffed his shoe on the ground, digging a little trench in the dirt. “Seemed like… I mean, I know he’s a right bastard, but I think he does love you.”

“He does. Fat lot of good that does me, obviously.” Draco edged yet closer. “It’s all right. I mean, it’s not all right, but it’s…” He shrugged expressively. “I think we’re handling your situation first.”

“I don’t have a fucking situation.” Harry looked at his feet. “Piss off.”

“In the immortal words of Harry Potter, ‘nah’.” Draco was very close to him now. He reached out and touched Harry’s hand — Harry flinched and stepped back.

“What are we even doing?” Harry demanded, wiping his eyes.

“Saving the country, and possibly the world?” Draco shrugged. “We may be doing a middling job of it at the minute, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“No, I meant…” Harry turned away. He didn’t want to look at Draco. “I meant, what are we doing.”

“Oh,” Draco said. Harry could practically hear him go rigid and pointy. “Oh, that.”

“Yes, that.” Harry turned back around so he could glower at him. “What — what are you playing at? You buy me a coat, you fix my shitty trainers, you hold my hand…” Harry’s eyes stung. His heart hurt so badly. “What are you fucking me about for?”

“I’m not fucking you about.” Draco looked pained. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I’m not playing at anything. Or I don’t mean to be. I… Don’t make me say it.”

“Make you say what?”

“I… you know. You.” Draco looked down at his hands, which he had twisted together so tightly his fingers were white. “I feel… I have felt… For fuck’s sake, Harry! It’s so cringe. Don’t make me say it.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “You mean… You fancy me?”

“Fancy,” Draco echoed, looking up at the patches of sky through the trees. “Yes. Obviously, are you completely dim?” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Fancy. Merlin and Morgana both, Potter.”

“Oh.” Harry ground the toe of his repaired trainer into the dirt. “I’ve never had someone fancy me before.”

“That is patently impossible, Potter,” Draco informed him. “You’re unbelievably unobservant, that must be the problem. Really, it’s like you’ve got tunnel-vision. You can only pay attention to a vary small radius of information at a time.”

“No one who knew me,” Harry amended. “No one who really knew me.”

“Oh,” Draco said. He took a deep breath like he was bracing himself for something. “Merlin’s sake, Potter. Can you stop doing things to me, for once?”

Harry frowned. “I’m just stood here.”

Draco covered his face with both hands. “This is so horrible. I hate this so much. Could you come here, please?”

Harry took a few steps forward. This was so confusing. Everything was weird, and confusing, and he was a wizard, and those men knew his parents, and they wanted him to be part of some weird underground resistance group that was somehow different to Harry’s weird underground resistance group, and here he was about to, he was pretty sure, have his first boyfriend. He was about seventy-five percent certain. He didn’t want to be cocky. He wasn’t all that certain how these things worked for normal people, let alone for teenaged renegade wizards.

“Come here properly, arsehole.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to…”

“For fuck’s sake, Potter. Have you never learnt elementary social cues? Here.” Draco dropped his hands from his face and put his arms around Harry. He clutched Harry’s new coat with both hands. Draco’s face pressed against Harry’s neck, long eyelashes brushing his skin.

Harry couldn’t move. Draco’s coat smelled of smoke. His breath was warm and his nose was cold. Harry’s chest went tight and painfully full, like a wardrobe packed so tight that it would shortly avalanche all over the unfortunate person who would next open the door.

“Hug me back, you dickhead,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s neck.

Harry did. He put his arms around Draco’s waist and leaned into the curve of his chest. His eyes went hot and wet again, which was embarrassing. He ducked his head to hide them on the shoulder of Draco’s fancy coat. His nose leaked too, so he wiped it on the wool. It even felt expensive on his nose, which was impressive really.

“I’m getting bogeys on your coat,” Harry told him.

“You’re such an absolute knob,” Draco said, but he didn’t let go. He touched Harry’s head with one hand, spreading his fingers beneath the tangle of hair to slip over his skull. His fingers moved slowly, carefully. “I have no idea why I like you.”

“You like me. You said it out loud.”

“You must be hearing things, Potter.” Draco’s grip tightened around his waist. His other hand slid to the back of Harry’s neck and stayed there, warm at his nape. “I’m concerned about your delusions and flights of fancy.”

“My flights of fancy,” Harry said. “You lot met me on a train platform to tell me I was a wizard.”

“You are a wizard.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

“Can I…” Draco pulled back, eyes flickering to Harry’s mouth.

Harry didn’t let him finish. He leaned forward and kissed him. Draco made a soft sound, or Harry did, or both of them. Harry had kissed two people in his life and neither of them had felt like this, like if Draco took his hands from Harry’s face he would crumple to the ground. Harry wanted to get closer, closer, but it wasn’t possible. Pansy’s robes were infuriatingly unassailable — Harry groaned in frustration and Draco laughed into his mouth, warm and wet. The delirious dizzy nearness of Draco, their mouths together and the heat fogging Harry’s glasses… Harry felt lit up. He felt like a lumos in the dark.

“Fuck,” Draco said, his forehead pressed against Harry’s. “We really ought to get back.”

“Probably,” Harry said, and kissed him again.

“You’re right,” Draco said, his mouth moving against Harry’s. “Fuck it.”

“They can fuck right off.” Harry laughed and kissed Draco’s cold cheek, the corner of his chapped mouth. In a few minutes, they would go back and find the others. Harry would face Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and they’d figure out what to do about Pius Thicknesse, and they could change out of their ridiculous robes. Just not yet. Not quite yet.

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[scvrllet]

In Which They All Die

warning(s): death, mentions of blood, angst

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It started with Cedric. The ‘true’ Hogwarts Champion of the Triwizard Tournament. “Kill the spare.” Voldemort had ordered and that was what had happened, expect, he wasn’t a spare. He was never a spare, he was the start of a war. The bomb that started it all. 

Ron was taken after. Disguised under Polyjuice potion with Hermione, had sacrificed himself to the dragon at Gringotts so that his friends could escape through one of the secret tunnels. Harry and Hermione cried all night, unable to quite function without the redheaded boy who kept them all together. They felt empty without him, and they knew it’d be a long time before that void would ever be filled again. 

Next was Hermione. ‘The smartest witch of her age’ who could find the answer to any question shot at her. It’s ironic how she was able to escape any situation yet couldn’t outrun her fate. The dagger Bellatrix held in her hand cut open her throat and she laughed as the girl bled out on the floor of Malfoy Manor. Her friends stood frozen in place and had it not been for Dobby, they would’ve shared the faith as well. 

Then went Ginny, who Harry hadn’t been able to quite confess to yet, taken by the same women who took his best-friend. She was always a strong girl and one Harry admired. The burrow went up in flames and Harry remembers running towards it to find Mrs. Weasley on her knees, sobbing into Mr. Weasley’s chest about the loss of their only daughter. “She pushed me out. The fire was spreading and she smiled at me before pushing me out.” Mrs. Molly had managed to get out before her voice cracked. Harry didn’t sleep that night and neither did any of the remaining Weasleys. 

The list seemed to go on for ages. 

Neville Longbottom, the boy who was always seen as weak but killed Voldemort’s snake and got killed shortly after. Harry tried his best not to cringe when he heard the boys body hit the ground with a thud. 

Cho Chang, the girl he had fancied back in fifth year, was found dead by the Great Hall with her eyes still open. The look of fear still etched on her face haunted Harry. 

It didn’t stop. Despite everything he did, the list didn’t stop. 

Luna Lovegood, the odd girl Harry had befriended just last year, had jumped in front of Harry to protect him. He remembers watching in horror as she dropped the ground and how he caught her just in time. The girl he who never failed to cheer him up and comfort him laid lifelessly in his arms and Harry remembers picking up his wand and letting unforgivable curses shoot out of them. He had no regrets. 

An unexpected one was Malfoy. After it was reveled that Harry had been alive all along, the blond threw his wand towards him so that he could fight back. Even from miles away Harry could hear the sound of Malfoy’s body dropping to the ground. He regrets not running back to save him but he couldn’t. He had to fight. There was no way in hell that he would let his friends all die for nothing. He had to win, he just had to. 

Fred, Lavender, Colin, Seamus, Dean. The list went on for ages until more corpses stood on Hogwarts grounds than those who were still alive. Harry inhaled a shaky breath as he walked towards the Dark Lord. 

He was greatly outnumbered, he knew this, but he had to try. With Malfoy’s wand gripped tightly in his hand and the memory of his friends playing in his mind, Harry walked towards the man responsible. 

“The boy who lived, came to die?” Voldemort questioned with a smirk on his face. 

“You killed them all.” Harry said, his voice giving out and cracking as he stood before him. “You can’t hurt me anymore. Anything and everyone who once mattered to me is gone and you’ll pay for it.” 

Red and green clashed agaisnt each-other. The light illuminated the dark courtyard where the sun was just starting to rise behind the mountains. It felt like forever until only one was still standing and the other laid lifelessly on the ground, signaling the end of a cruel and bloody war. 

The Death Eaters had fled. Too scared to fight back knowing that their leader was dead, leaving the boy who lived standing alone on the bridge.

He walked back inside the castle silently. His head hung low as he walked towards the Great Hall where the very few survivors, most of which being his Professors, stood over the bodies of students whose lives were taken that day. 

He hadn’t even made it a foot through the Great Hall before falling to his knees. Wand falling out of his hands and onto the floor as he let the tears out. His friends were gone and the Weasley’s who he was once able to call his family were gone too. Everyone he once knew and loved was gone and there was nothing he could do but cry and apologize for making them die for him. 

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A/N: okay yeah idk. here’s a shitty angst au i wrote literally after my drarry blurb

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[headcanonsandmore]

Harry: Okay, if you had to kiss one person in this room, who would it be?

Hermione: Ron.

Luna: Ron.

Lavender: Ron.

Harry: Okay, yeah; I'd gonna say Ron as well.

Ron: ...

Ron: Well, do you all want to go in turns, or is this going to be a free-for-all?...

[adenei]

Always A Bridesmaid, Never a Bride - Ch. 2

so much for only posting one chapter a week...oh well. You’re welcome for those of you who are into this!

AO3 || FFN

---RON---

“Ron, hey! Have a good weekend?” Neville Longbottom approached me as I walked into my office at The Telegraph.

“Hey, Nev. Yeah, I guess. You?”

“It was great! You missed out on Saturday night. The film festival was spectacular!”

“Yeah, well, in case you’ve forgotten, I work Saturday nights. I call it the curse of the commitments.”

I knew Neville meant well and he was a good friend, but he seemed to forget that I’m stuck in this hell hole having to attend weddings and then portray them as these beautiful, fairy tale level events. This was not what I anticipated my writing career to look like, yet here I was.

“Right. Sorry. It must be a truly despicable life. Dining on free food and red velvet cake. Was it a good wedding, at least? Find anyone to shack up with?” Neville asked.

I almost snorted out the sip of coffee I’d just taken. Nevile knew that I wasn’t on the pull, right? Let alone looking for someone to move in with. “Hardly. How many times do I have to tell you, one night stands and weddings are not a good mix, no matter how many people say otherwise.”

“But there has to be single bridesmaids looking for a fun night with no commitments,” Neville pressed.

“Maybe there are, but I’m not going for it. It’s not worth it.” I waved Neville off as I set my stuff at my desk and made my way over to my boss’s office. 

I’d been waiting the rest of the weekend to unveil my brilliant story idea. I was convinced this would finally promote me out of the commitments section. Not bothering to knock, I strode in and dropped the overflowing Filofax on my editor’s desk.

“This better be important, Weasley,” Rita Skeeter said.

“Er, yeah. I’ve got a story idea I wanted to run by you,” I said. All the confidence I was feeling before somehow disappeared as soon as I stepped into her office.

Rita kept on working as she said, “We’ve been through this before. I hired you to write wedding announcements, not investigative pieces.” I could tell she was not in the mood, but I’d given this far too much thought to give up.

“All I'm asking for is a chance to prove to you that I can offer my writing skills to other sections of the paper—”

“If this is another story proposition about exposing some minute detail of how the wedding industry is ripping people off, you can walk right out of this office. I don’t have any interest in hearing it.”

“But those were meaningful stories! People deserve to know that bakeries are overcharging for cakes. You could ask for an elaborate birthday cake design and the price would be significantly less because it’s not for a wedding! They’re conning innocent people just because they’re in love!”

“Readers don’t want stories on the price gouging, Ron! They want happy, feel good stories that give them hope, and you do that quite well. Your articles make most of our money, and I’d be insane to switch you to a different section!” Rita said with a tone of finality.

“Just hear me out. Please? I promise this is a good one.” I opened the Filofax. “This girl’s been in seven weddings—”

“So?” Rita responded. She sounded unimpressed.

“—This year. She was in two this past weekend alone. On the same night! There’s a story here, and I can sense it. She’s like a perpetual bridesmaid. There has to be a reason for it. She doesn’t strike me as the type that has that many friends.”

Rita finally looked up at me. I couldn’t read what she was thinking, but I was mentally preparing to be shot down again. Not this time, though. I needed to fight back for this one. It might be the only way I can get close to Hermione again.

“Fine.”

“Seriously, Rita I can make this—wait, what?”

“I said, ‘fine.’ I’m giving you a chance. Two weeks to find something out of this, and we’ll see what happens.”

“Four,” I said. Two was nowhere near enough time.

“Three, and that’s it.”

“Okay. And if you like it, I move out of commitments for good,” I said firmly.

“Ron—”

“I’m serious. I’ll quit. I can’t spend the rest of my career finding creative ways to highlight baby’s breath and sugar roses.”

“Fine. But you won’t quit. I know you better than that.” Rita picked up the Filofax and handed it to me before ushering me out of her office. “Now, get that adorably cute face out of here before I change my mind.”

I flashed a grin at her. “You won’t be disappointed.”

If the indication from our conversation in the taxi told me anything, it was that I had my work cut out for me. I opened her Filofax and set to work. A plan was already formulating, and I was eager to set it in motion.

This was my chance. My ticket out. Now, I just had to get close to the woman who drove me insane two nights ago. The woman I was unable to get out of my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was just because of the bridesmaid thing, I kept telling myself. That was it. 

---- HERMIONE ----

Monday rolled around far too quickly, but I was okay with it. Harry was coming back from a conference after being out of the office last week. I made sure things ran smoothly while he was gone since that was my job. You could call me his assistant, but I was also second in command of the company he’d started from scratch: Second Chance Publishers. 

Harry Potter was the ultimate entrepreneur, and I was lucky to work for him. He was everything you could wish for in a boss. Kind and understanding, yet firm and determined in his vision. He was always one who wanted to help the underdog, hence the company’s name. We read author’s manuscripts that had been tossed aside from leading publishing agencies, and gave the promising ones a chance. It’d been eight years and the company was still going strong.

Harry had taken a chance when he hired me fresh out of university, and I like to think I’ve proved indispensable since then. I was incredibly lucky to work in a position where my opinion mattered and I felt needed, like I belonged. Not to mention my boss was unequivocally sexy, and somehow still single.

Single was a good thing. That meant I may still have a chance. He had to notice me eventually, right? Okay, yes, I’ll admit it; I fancy my boss, but it’s innocent! I swear.

I needed to stop thinking about him. The anticipatory butterflies were already fluttering in my stomach, and I needed to get them under control. Coffee in hand, I walked the remainder of the two blocks to the office, and met Lavender on her way in.

“Never made it home this weekend, I see,” I said with a smile as I handed her coffee over. I was totally judging her and she knew it. I was never one to engage in one night stands and she knew it.

Lavender gave me a smug smile and ignored my question. “Maybe. Not that I could find you to stop me. What happened to you the other night? You were hardly there and then you left with that guy. Did you get lucky?”

“What? No! Of course not.”

“Oh, yes, I forgot. You’re holding out for Mr. Right,” Lavender scoffed.

I ignored her comment as we meandered through the main doors into the office. Luna Lovegood, the receptionist, was sitting at the front desk. “Morning, Luna!”

“Hi!” she said brightly.

“Question for you: have you seen my Filofax around anywhere by chance?”

“No,” she answered simply.

“Oh, okay then. It’s probably in my office. No problem. I’ll keep looking. Did you happen to send out the order I left on your desk Friday afternoon for the manufacturer?”

She looked nonplussed. “No.”

“Alright. No big deal, I’ll take care of it,” I said as we continued on down the hall.

“Wow, Hermione, you really told her,” Lavender said.

I sighed. “It’s fine, Lav, I should have done it myself anyway..”

“But you’re the boss, you’re allowed to tell people what to do.”

“I’m not the boss, and you know that. I’m the boss’s assistant. There’s a difference.”

“Correction, there would be a difference if the boss didn’t rely on you so much as well.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just like my job.”

“Or maybe, it’s not the job you like, but the boss,” she raised her eyes knowingly at me.

 “Get to accounting, Lavender,” I told her, since I wasn’t willing to admit that she was right.

“Oh, sure, now you get bossy,” she said as she meandered off.

I chuckled to myself as I walked into my office and got settled for the day. My first point of business was to find my Filofax. That held my life. Every appointment and event was written in there. Not to mention all my cut outs of details I loved and wanted to incorporate for my own dream wedding. I searched high and low and it was absolutely nowhere to be found.

Giving up, I turned to my computer and attempted to get some work done. My productivity didn’t last very long, though. I looked up a half hour later to see a flower delivery at the front desk. Did Luna just point to me? My heart beat a little faster in my chest. I think she did. The man was walking towards me and stopped just outside my office. 

“Hermione Granger?” he asked.

“That’s me,” I said in a hushed voice.

“These are for you,” he said as he handed them to me and turned to leave.

I was dumbstruck. I never received flowers, let alone at work! Setting them on my desk, I began searching for the note card that should have accompanied the beautiful bouquet, but nothing was there to reveal the mystery sender.

“Oh, sure, I spend all weekend in bed with a guy and you’re the one who’s sent flowers!”* Lavender sounded annoyed as she strolled into my office. “Who are they from?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t say.” My voice still sounded shocked.

When I turned to look at Lav, I watched as her face went from annoyed, to understanding, and then it finally settled on pity. “Hermione, no, you can’t possibly think it’s from him.”

“Well, who else could it be?” I asked indignantly.

“I don’t know, but you’ve got to stop this! You’re in love with a man who doesn’t even know you exist.”

“I am not in love with him,” I lied. “And he does too know I exist.”

“Yeah, in a ‘she’s my assistant’ kind of way, not in a ‘she’s so sexy I want to rip her clothes off and have mind blowing sex with her’ way.”*

“You don’t know that,” I said weakly.

“I do too know that! Honestly, at least get it under control, will you? The whole office knows,” Lavender argued.

“They do not!” I said incredulously.

Luna, who was passing by my door at that exact moment, must have heard Lavender and chimed in. “Yes, we do.” She smiled at both of us and kept right going before I could stop her.

“See?” Lavender pressed. “I’m telling you—” she was cut off by a dog barking, which could only mean one thing.

“Pads!” I cried as the large black dog darted towards me.

“Hey, Padfoot, easy there. Hermione doesn’t want a face full of slobber this morning,” came Harry’s sultry, baritone voice.

“No, no, it’s okay!” I said quickly as I stood back up. “Hi. How was the conference?”

“Brilliant! If things went as well as I hope they did, we may be expanding into the American and Canadian markets.”

“That’s wonderful!” I noticed Lavender pretend to gag from over Harry’s shoulder. 

“How are things here? Have we met our quota for the end of the month?” Harry immediately began business talk. I liked a boss who was no nonsense and wanted to make sure things stayed on track.

“Almost. There’s a few manuscripts to get through, and we’re waiting on approval from Hopkirk on the illustrations. If we can get that soon, the art department can move forward, and we should have the new publication out by the middle of next month.

“Great. I’ll make a point to call her personally to see if we can get the process moving more quickly.”

I nodded. “Just so you know, you’ve got an 11:00 meeting with marketing. Oh, and the Boys and Girls Club has an event coming up that they’d like you to speak at. Nothing too intensive, just a few words on the impact that reading has had on their kids, and how you’ve seen the program grow since you’ve become involved. But it will be a formal affair,” I added.

“Ah, so I suppose that means I’ll need to bring a date,” Harry acknowledged.

“Yes, probably,” I said with a small smile. I was trying to hide the hope that he might ask me. It was a work event. Sort of…

“Well, I guess that’s one aspect of my life that I shouldn’t need your help with, right?” he said with a chuckle.

“Er, yeah, right,” I said regretfully.  

I watched as he turned and left my office. Lavender looked like she wanted to say something. “Don’t even start.”

“Fine. Hey, what are you doing before Luna’s sten party tonight? I’m meeting some friends for pre-drinks. You could use the distraction!”

I laughed at her brazenness. “My neighbor is coming back into town. I promised I’d pick her up at the train station

 and we’d grab a bite before the party.” I lowered my voice for what I was about to say next. “Who schedules a sten party on a Monday anyways?”

“Are you just starting to question Luna’s decisions now? And is that the neighbor you’ve been friends with since you moved in, but know nothing about? The one who disappears for months on end?”

“Yeah, Jenny. But she’s really nice, and fun to hang out with when she’s in town. There’s only so much I can take of you,” I joked.

“You wouldn’t know what to do without me,” Lavender scoffed.

Just then, Harry popped his head back in my office. “Hey, Hermione, did you leave the coffee on my desk?”

“What? Oh, yes. It was nothing. I, er—I figured you might want it,” I said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Thanks! You were right, just like always,” he smiled and I thought my legs were turning to jelly. “That’s why I love ya,” he added as he disappeared from my doorway.*

I was awestruck. “I love you, too,” I said quietly under my breath as I watched him walk away*. 

Slap! Lavender smacked me hard across the face. “Get it together!” she snapped.

I shook my head as I cleared my head from the haze. “Y-yeah. Yup. Thanks. I needed that.”

Lavender had no words for me. I always appreciated her realistic view on things, even if it was a bit crass. The fact that she was speechless over what had just happened was like someone dumping ice water down my back, and the cold realization creeped through my veins. I had it bad for my boss, and I was stuck.

~o~

I was right on time when I arrived at the train station to pick up Jenny. She’d been away for six months, which was longer than normal, but I was excited that she was coming home for a while. I loved Lavender and her friendship, but sometimes she was a bit much. Jenny was way more relaxed, and didn’t press me as much about my personal life. Soon enough I saw her flaming red hair in the crowd. I waved and it didn’t take long for her to spot me. 

“Hermione!” I heard her cry as she made her way over to me. She wrapped me in a hug. “It’s so good to see you! I’m sorry you had to pick me up. My brother bailed on me last minute.”

“Ah, yes, this mysterious brother you insist exists, yet I’ve never met in our five years of sharing the same building,” I joked. “Come on, I’ve already called for takeaway.”

“Brilliant! I’m starved. Fish and chips, I hope? I can’t tell you the last time I’ve had a good English classic,” she said eagerly.

“Of course, would you expect anything less?”

Jenny threw her arm around my shoulder as I took one of her bags and we made our way to the taxis. The ride took a bit longer than usual since it was rush hour, but our takeaway was still warm by the time we got to the flat. Jenny dropped her bags off in her flat next door to mine, and then met me a few minutes later.

“Finally! I was drooling in the taxi,” she said. 

“So, how were your travels this time around?” I asked between bites.

“Eh, same old, same old. It’s a rough schedule being on the job for six months and then off, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“You’re an athletic trainer for one of the female football teams, right?” I attempted to verify. 

“Something like that, yeah. It’s hard to believe I’ve finished my sixth season already.”

I nodded, storing that information in the file I had in my brain for her. I’d learned a good deal about Jenny over the past few years, even if it was nothing terribly close to her personal life. I knew she wasn’t overly fond of animals, hated cleaning, and could drink anyone into the ground and be completely fine the next day. She was strikingly beautiful with chocolate brown eyes that possessed a hardness to them when she showed the world her ‘no nonsense’ attitude. I was sure she had no trouble finding men even with her crazy work schedule getting in the way.

“Soooo,” Jenny said, interrupting my thoughts. “What’s been going on with you? Have you met a man yet?”

Maybe I’d spoken too soon when I said I appreciated her friendship more than Lav’s. “No, still single, but I received flowers from some anonymous person at work today,” I mentioned with a chuckle.

“Oh? Tell me more!”

“It was nothing, really. Just a delivery with no note. I have an idea who may have sent them, but they never came forward.”

“Do you think it’s from your mysterious workplace crush? Have they finally noticed what they’ve been missing out on?”

“One can only hope,” I said as I shrugged. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Probably dumping the contents of my luggage on the floor of my bedroom and crashing, if I’m being honest. Why? Do you have anything planned?”

“Luna, the receptionist at work is having her sten party at XOXO,” I told her. “You’re more than welcome to join if you’d like. Meet new people, reacquaint yourself with London’s nightlife…”

“At an Indie bar? We’ll see how I’m feeling after this food digests. I’m way too full to think about going anywhere,” she said. 

“Well, the offer stands if you decide you want to meet me there later on, though I don’t blame you for wanting to make a date with your sofa instead.”

We got up and took care of the containers. As Jenny was getting ready to leave, I saw her pause by the counter. “What are these?” she asked as she picked up several newspaper clippings.

“Nothing!” I said quickly, snatching them out of her hand.

“Do you really save wedding announcements?” Jenny asked me.

“Not all of them! Just the ones written by Billy Weston. He’s the best!” I insisted.

Jenny was looking at me quizzically before she headed for the door. “Well, you do you, I guess. Thanks for picking me up again! And for dinner. I owe you one.”

“No problem! It’s good to have you back.” Jenny flashed me a smile before she left. 

I hoped that maybe someday she’d trust me enough to let me in on the parts of her life she kept locked up tight. The least I could do in the meantime was be a good friend. For now, I needed to get ready for the sten party.

~o~

Lavender and I were walking away from the bar in the club when I heard someone say Harry’s name. He was here! I turned in time to see him making his way over to us. 

“You got them annual passes to the London Zoo and Aquarium,” I said, noticing the worried look on his face.

“Great! Thanks, Hermione. Any chance she’ll believe it’s from me?” Harry asked.

“Maybe. You do an okay job of getting to know your employees, so I’d say there’s a fifty-fifty shot,” I quipped.

He gave a look of approval. “Excellent. I’m going to head to the bar and get a drink. Do you guys need anything?”

I chuckled as I said, “No, thanks. I’m set.” I held up my own drink as Lavender also shook her head no.

Harry nodded and walked away as Lavender looked at me incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” she shot me a look.

“What?”

“When a guy asks to buy you a drink, you always say yes! Even if you already have one. If you ask for a sex on the beach, it’s a subtle hint to indicate what you’re hoping for later.” 

I shook my head. “Honestly, Lav, do you ever not have sex on your mind?”

“What’s wrong with that? It might finally get you what you’re hoping for. He buys you a drink, you talk about something other than work, he sees you more than just his assistant and voila! Happily ever after!” She lifted her drink in a cheers motion.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her ridiculous statement. “We already do talk about things other than work. I’m not going to rush him into anything.’

Lavender rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“No, I’m responsible.”

“What guy wants responsible?” Lavender was clearly getting flustered now.

“Harry! He loves my responsibility and appreciates me for who I am,” I insisted.

“Well, yeah, but he might appreciate you more if he knew what you wanted,” Lavender said just before clamping her mouth down on her straw and taking a big swig of her drink.

I gave her a look as Harry made his way back over to us. “Hey, Hermione, I hope that thing I left on your desk this morning was okay…” he said quietly.

“That...thing?” I said breathlessly, immediately thinking of the flowers.

“Yeah. I mean, I know it’s kind of a new level for us and I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

‘Y-yeah! Yes! Totally fine with it! Definitely,” I said as a grin broke out on my face.

“Great. Er, thanks,” Harry said as he nodded to me and took off to mingle.

I turned to Lavender. “It was him. He sent me the flowers. Oh my God! Lavender, he sent me the flowers!”

“Holy shit, he really did!” I could tell by the shocked look on her face she couldn’t believe it either. “What are you waiting for?!” she asked.

“W-what?” I asked, confused.

“What are you waiting for? Go over there and tell him how you feel! He made the first move with the flowers! It’s now or never! Go declare your love! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s your fairy tale moment.”

“Oh, yeah, right. Go. Yes, I’ll go,” I said awkwardly.

Lavender pushed me in his direction and I began walking slowly his way. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for years to come face to face with! My heart was beating faster with each step.

I was only a few paces away when I saw him notice something. I followed his gaze across the dance floor and saw Jenny looking around, probably for me. I was used to seeing her dressed down in a pair of jeans or sweats, but she was actually done up nicely. Her makeup was done, and her straight red hair fell over her shoulders. She was wearing a shimmery emerald green dress that showed off a bit more than I would have ever expected from her. 

I saw her notice Harry, giving him a small smile. I should have stopped and turned around when they were clearly making their way toward each other, but I couldn’t stop my feet. They just kept propelling me forward. Ironically, I met up with them just as they stopped in front of each other.

Jenny noticed me out of the corner of her eye and muttered, “Hermione.”

“Oh, er, right. Harry, this is my friend Jenny, Jenny this is my Harry—no! I mean, this is my boss, Harry,” I clarified. How humiliating!*

“Yeah, Hermione’s the best assistant anyone could possibly have. Half the time she knows what I need even before I do, and she’s always willing to help,” he said nervously. Since when did Harry get nervous? “Just this morning I left Padfoot’s groomer appointment slip on her desk. It was last minute and I had a meeting, so I asked Hermione to drop him off for me.”

I felt like I’d been sucker punched in the gut. The flowers weren’t from him after all. How stupid was I to get my hopes up? 

“Ah, Pads’ appointment. Right,” I tried to say as lightly as I could. 

“Well, a clean dog is rather important,” Jenny agreed in a sweet voice.

“Would you like to get a drink?” Harry asked. He only had eyes for her.

“Well, I came to get a drink with my friend, but I couldn’t possibly say no,” Jenny giggled. Since when was Jenny a giggler?

My worst nightmare was coming true. Harry was clearly smitten with my neighbor. This wouldn’t be happening if I’d never invited her to come along, and now I’m watching them get a drink together. 

Before I could turn and leave, there was a tap on my shoulder. It was Ron. “What are you doing here?” I asked. I was totally shocked to run into him again.

“Fancy meeting you here! Did you like the flowers?” he asked me.

“What? Those were from you?” I asked. My voice definitely sounded rude.

He nodded with the lopsided grin flashing across his face. “Er, yeah. Did you like them?”

“Oh great, the marriage hating cynic left me romantic mystery flowers this morning. How ironic!” Could this day get any worse?

“Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. Oh, also, I have something for you.” He paused, and I watched him dig around in his satchel. “Here you go!”

It was my Filofax. “Oh, thank God! You found it!”

“Yeah, it was in the back of the cab. You should be more careful where you leave stuff like this. It was either I meet you here tonight or Thursday at your dad’s birthday party.” He laughed like it was a joke, but I was deeply offended and creeped out.

“You read it?”

He shrugged. “I tried to. I didn’t know anyone could fill up every possible centimeter on the page,” he joked again. 

I didn’t find it funny, and what made matters worse was I now saw Harry leaning in and whispering into Jenny’s ear. She was smiling and flirting and it felt like my life was falling apart.

 “Hey, Ron, could you hold this for a sec?” I asked as I shoved my drink in his hand.

He never got a chance to respond as I made my way to the nearest exit to get some air. Luckily the club was loud enough so no one inside could hear the scream of fury that was escaping my lips. I wasn’t proud of the vulgar language I let out, but tonight called for it. I stopped abruptly when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and realized the door I’d left didn’t actually lead outside, but to another room where a child’s birthday party was taking place. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t—5 years old, wow. Congratulations!” 

I knew my face was red as I swiftly turned around and made my way back into the club. I reluctantly walked back over to Ron. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem,” he said, handing my drink back to me. “Do you want to get a drink?” he asked hopefully.

“I don’t know…” I said. I suddenly wasn’t in the mood. 

“Come on, it’s just one drink,” he said. “Let me prove to you I’m not some creep.”

“It’s not that. I just—I won’t be any fun tonight,” I admitted.

“Oh, er, alright then. Well, maybe I’ll see you around? Thursday?” he joked again. 

I glared at him. “Goodnight, Ron.”

He gave me an awkward wave as he turned to leave. Lavender had suddenly appeared behind me. “Ooooh, who was he and where can I get one?”*

“He’s no one, Lav,” I said. I wasn’t in the mood anymore, and I just wanted to go home.

“What happened?” She asked, concerned.

“It’s a long story. I’m going to call it a night. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.

I found myself walking over to the bar, approaching Harry and Jenny in a last ditch effort before giving up. “Hey,” I said to them. “Jenny, you must be tired from all that traveling today. Do you want to share a taxi?”

“What? Oh, no Hermione, I’m fine,” she said dismissively. “Harry, do you want to go somewhere more quiet?”

“Sure, I know a place a few blocks from here.”

“What? No—Jenny, it’s getting—” I tried to interject, but nothing could break their attention from each other.

“Brilliant! I hardly ever explore this side of town,” Jenny said to him.

“Do you want to join, Hermione?” Harry asked.

I looked between Harry and Jenny, and she was giving me a frown and a slight shake of her head, willing me to say no. Of course, I couldn’t let her down, so I said, “Oh, no. You two go. I need to get back.” That was it. My chance was officially blown.

“Maybe next time,” Jenny said convincingly. “Let’s get coffee in the morning, yeah? I’ll text you!”

I nodded weakly as I watched them get up and head for the door. Jenny turned around mouthed ‘Thank you! You’re the best,’ before taking the arm Harry held out for her. My heart felt like it was shattering to pieces.

I caught a taxi and made my way home, resisting the urge to cry. There was no way I was going to sleep tonight. I tried to do a few things to tire myself out, like clean the kitchen and doing a home workout, but I found myself obsessively checking the peep hole in my door, and listening intently to hear whether Jenny had come home and whether or not Harry had joined her. 

Just the mere thought sent needles through my heart. At around two in the morning, I gave up and forced myself to go to bed. It was everything I could do to avoid getting up. Eventually, after a lot of tossing and turning, I managed to fall asleep.

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Harry Potter College au

I surely think it's time I talk about everything I got on it (::

Ron is a tough guy, so he moved out from his parents' to live on his own.

He works part-time in a coffee shop (of course).

Ron's doing an Economics major because he doesn't know what he wants to do but he needs to complete university.

Draco's parents are paying for his apartment close to campus, Ron's been renting a room with him because Draco offered him cheap rate.

Ron moved in Harry with him for half the rate to help him pay, and Draco was not happy when he found that out.

"Lights off, Weasley!" "My bad!" "Potter?.."

He lets him stay.

But, oh lord, are they on each other's throats all the time.

Harry looks up greek words on his free time to bully Draco with it.

Particularly, he calls him Dragon boy. Draco is pissed off.

Draco does his ultimate best to blast music as loud as the law allows at the ungodly hours of the morning that he wakes up at. Both Harry and Ron suffer of that but Draco doesn't mind, not really.

Harry tends to stay up late studying, whereas Draco is an early bird, and it's hard for them. Ron is home quite rarely, so no one really knows how and when he manages everything.

If and when Harry pulls all-nighters during exams season, Draco finds him drooling on the kitchen table in the morning, makes him coffee and wakes him up.

"No, I am not going to let him sleep, Pansy. I doubt he meant to fall asleep."

Draco is training to be a doctor. Harry is studying criminology. He's an aspiring wanna-be intelligence officer.

Hermione Granger is residence Don, she's trying to finish her studies in 3 years. Ron's very much into her, she's very much into law studies.

Pansy Parkinson was a Queen bee in her Sorority last year, then things kind of went downhill. She moved in with Blaise Zabini this year.

Both Pansy and Blaise are over at Draco's all the time. Except for when they are working because, of course, they all study together midday.

Blaise has an internship with his IT department.

Pansy works at a hotel, and no one really knows what it is exactly that she's doing there.

Draco knows, because he's Draco, but Blaise doesn't so once he breaks into her rather small class, furious. "Who's fucking you, Pansy Parkinson?" "That's exactly the sort of popularity I longed for so much, Blaise, thank you!"

Draco is laughing the entire time they're sorting through this fit in Ron's coffee shop.

Harry is staring.

Pansy is the one that figured that Potter has looked up Draco's name in different languages specifically to torment Malfoy with it. She torments Harry with that knowledge.

Harry asks Draco out drunk after Malfoy picks him up from a friend's (Neville's) at 3am on a Wednesday.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Dyouwannagoatwme?" "No, as a matter of fact, I do not."

Draco doesn't go back to sleep that night but Harry is particularly pathetic till the dawn breaks out and he falls asleep. Ron comes home an hour or so later, and the first thing Malfoy tells him is, "Potter asked me out." "He did not!"

He doesn't remember it in the morning but the entire clique is already aware of what's happened, and Pansy won't let him live.

He asks him out again in the wake of Christmas, now sober, and Draco turns him down again, "Not Catholic, Potter," but they kiss under the clocks on the New Year's.

Pansy is choking with laughter. Hermione is kissing everyone in the party but she still won't date anyone, and that's the spirit.

There's a rumour going that they spent the night together with Parkinson, and neither is denying it, and Ron is Upset tm.

Draco and Harry are the worst couple there is. They bicker half the time, the other time smudging each other breathless. Draco is a total sweetheart until Potter pisses him off and he turns into the purest bitch out there. (Even Pansy doesn't envy Harry when that happens.)

Harry, however, is reckless, and full of himself, and he likes Draco very much, and he shows that, and doesn't fail to be telling it to him literally the entire time, but he makes stupid, stupid mistakes and pays for it.

"Where've you been?" "How's that your business?" "Right."

It's bittersweet, it's hot and cold, it's exhausting, and Hermione thinks, a little unhealthy, but they are trying.

It gets better.

They learn to talk about things that bother them, and grow on these discussions, and treat each other better.

Harry is always the first one to apologize, even though the pride is stinging.

"Pathetic, Potty." "Shut it, Parkinson! I just like him a lot. :("

Pansy and Blaise get together every so often, then break up, and then again, and eventually it settles on them agreeing to call each other soul mates, and do whatever with each other.

"Seamus, fancy a cup of tea with me?" "Wait, I thought you were going out with Parkinson?" "Nay, we're just friends."

Ron is struggling all the time always throughout his entire second year but this also gets better.

Draco and Harry are totally in love with each other, and it shows, but they aren't having no sex, and it's fine with both of them.

Pansy and Hermione, however, are in the best no-strings relationship, and yet aren't dating.

Hermione does graduate in 3 years because she's the smartest of her age.

And, surely, my best minor character headcanons!

Ginny Weasley is first-year and lives with parents an hour commute away from campus.

Luna Lovegood is a genius but she's pretty much an odd duck in anything else but her field of studies. (Abstract math, it is, what'd you thought?)

Once, she's cornered off-campus by people from her dorm, and Neville Longbottom fishes her out of the situation. He's a police cadet, and they become good friends after that.

Luna is a marching in every single strike that the city holds, often accompanied by Ginny the Feminist and Hermione the politically interested one.

Fred and George Weasley have their own small business in town.

Fred is dating Lee Jordan.

Fred's got seasonal depression but having the business to get his hands busy with helps a lot.

George is the best older brother.

Oliver Wood is a Varsity 5th year, he rents a flat together with Percy Weasley, who's a graduate student, and they might or might not be dating. (Oliver is a good influence.)

Percy is the one to tell Ron to stop worrying about Hermione and get his life together.

Percy is the one to talk to Hermione about no-dating thing of hers because he also used to deny dating because he loathed himself so much, but she swears up and down it isn't that. He trusts her. Oliver makes them tea.

Percy and Oliver is The Relationship.

[loves-to-read-fanfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Harry Potter Cooks, Dom/sub Undertones, Food Porn, both literal and figurative, Blow Jobs, Come Shot, POV Harry Potter, Taste, Touch, TasteofSmut 2020 Summary:

"Hi, Luna." Harry toasts her with his glass. "That looks lovely." She curtseys back. "Thank you, Harry. It's to keep the wrackspurts away. How've you been?" "Good. I brought cakes." "Wonderful. I'm assuming Ginny sent you in here?" He smiles. "She did." "Warned you about Draco?" "Yes." He takes another drink. "Though I don't know why she felt the need. We've been civil for years." "Does she know you fancy him?" Harry chokes.

[vintagediavolo]

You are worth it. (Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25254916

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“Are you alright, Harry?” Luna Lovegood asked while he dipped a ladle into the punch bowl on the table in front of them. He knew everyone meant well when they asked him this question, but as of late, it only served to worsen his anxiety. Just that morning, a concerned-looking Molly Weasley asked him the same question as he managed to eat only half the breakfast on his plate, but he managed to abate her distress with a wave of his hand and a steady reply. 

Did he not look “alright”? Probably not, the voice inside his head retorted. He’d only been able to accomplish the bare minimum of taking care of himself ever since the war ended: brushing his teeth, taking a shower every other day, changing his clothes, and so on (these tasks were easier now that he could legally use magic outside of school, he could admit). Taking a moment to think and take a sip from the paper cup in his hand, mouth puckering at the fruity taste, he turned to her with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“In all honesty, Luna, I don’t know.” She seemed unphased as she, too, reached for her own serving of punch. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets to her waist and her wrists were adorned by a multitude of gold bangles that jingled with each of her movements. 

“That’s not surprising, Harry.” She spoke so quietly that he had to lean in closer to understand her words over the bustle of the surrounding partygoers (the Weasley family had decided to host a graduation celebration). “Your head has been swarming with more nargles than I’ve ever seen before.” This drew a chuckle out of him, but before he could find a clever response, she cut him off. “It’s okay to not be okay, Harry. After everything everyone has gone through, no one is the same. No one would blame you for not being okay.” The words invoked such a feeling in him that he nearly lurched and crushed the cup in his hand, but he managed to keep his stomach from plummeting too far. Studying Luna, he appreciated that no ounce of pity was detectable in her expression. In fact, she looked normal. Or… as normal as a Lovegood could. 

She stood beside him and took a swig of her own punch, eyes trailing around everyone around them. Ron and Hermione were sat at a table not far away, giggling over whatever stupid joke the red-head probably made up on the spot. Harry smiled at the two. He was happy for them. He doubted that Ron would wait long to propose marriage to Hermione, seeing as their relationship progressed swimmingly since the war ended. Not to say that they didn’t struggle--oh, no. The missing hole of one Fred Weasley remained apparent and he knew that it would never disappear. He knew from personal experience that nothing could ever fill that missing space. 

“Harry,” a deep voice said on his other side, making him jump and nearly spill the contents of his cup down the front of him. The voice had grown familiar to him now. A few weeks ago, if you had asked him if he thought he was going to be good friends with the second eldest Weasley, Harry would’ve scoffed. He knew that the man’s heart resided in Romania, and he never thought starting a friendship with said dragon tamer would’ve been possible due to his free-spirited lifestyle. It turned out Charlie took a few months off in order to be with his family after… well. The grieving process would be easiest if the family was together, Charlie explained to him one night as they sat in the front lawn in the damp grass, the red-head’s normal passionate expression completely gone. 

Harry recalled the sudden ache of his heart during that moment. Of course he dealt with his own share of familial loss through his parents and Sirius, but it was different. He’d never been able to form a close relationship with his parents seeing as he was only a year old when they were murdered, and Sirius’s relationship with him was short-lived to say the least. The thought of knowing someone your entire life, to have them be blood-related to you, and then for them to be suddenly taken away… 

Swallowing the last bit of punch, he raised an eyebrow at the man as he turned for a second serving. “Charlie.” He watched Charlie open his mouth with the question posed on his lips “Before you ask if I’m alright, I’ll supply you the answer that no, I am not. But who is, really?” 

“Wow, Harry Potter admitting that he isn’t alright? Did you slip something into his punch? Veritaserum, maybe?” Charlie asked Luna after a moment, who shook her head.

“Oh, no. I was just helping him get rid of some of the nargles.” 

“Nargles?” Charlie asked, and Harry found himself humoured as he witnessed them spiral into a conversation about the creatures that Luna often spoke of. He knew Luna was going to be working with her father to produce the Quibbler now that they graduated, but he wondered if she’d pursue any other career. Harry didn’t even have a single idea for himself. He’d always fancied the idea of enlisting in the Ministry of Magic’s auror department, but he decided one night after a few (more than a few, let’s be honest) drinks that the experiences he lived through was enough excitement for more than a few lifetimes. His next idea was Hogwarts. He was sure Professor McGonagall would have loved to have him as a professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he decided that didn’t feel right to him either. He simply didn’t know what he wanted to do. Ron seemed perfectly fine pursuing his original dream of becoming an auror, and he knew Hermione was already working on getting a job within the ministry.

He felt lost. 

Relaxing wasn’t something he was used to. After spending his entire life on edge about a psychotic dark wizard coming after him and having it go away, he didn’t… he couldn’t find a way to sit back and enjoy life. It was weird to see his friends grieve but continue to progress with their lives whereas he remained stuck in this mental purgatory. Seeing a shrink might be good for his well-being, but he didn’t wish to beleaguer yet another person with his onset of issues, even though Hermione had assured him one night that that was their job and they knew what they were signing up for. It still made him uneasy. 

“Seriously, Harry,” Charlie’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Do you want to go inside or something? You look peaky.” The expression of concern on the Weasley’s face made Harry’s skin crawl. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to get used to people being concerned for his well-being, but perhaps that’s what a decade plus with the Dursley’s did to someone’s psyche. He tore his eyes away from Charlie’s, instead easing his own turmoil by studying the freckles that adorned his nose. 

“He’s right,” Luna said, setting her cup on the silk table-cloth. “It’s getting late anyway.” She gestured to the horizon where the sun sank a few hours prior with a jingle of bangles. There was still enough light to make the party visible, but it was fleeting. Fairy-lights that were earlier strung across the garden by Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were beginning to twinkle, and Bill had begun to light the torches that were staked in the ground with a wave of his wand. “No one would think it odd for you to go to bed. Or do other things.” The sly implication of her words and her glance between himself and Charlie made his complexion burst into a brilliant red. Thankfully, Charlie had become preoccupied after Bill had come to light the torch nearest them and started a conversation that was probably about dragons. 

“Luna, he doesn’t think of me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Harry. He has an impressive number of fluttering humdingers at the crown of his left temple.” He blinked, not understanding the implications of this whatsoever. Before he could wrap his head around the statement and question her on it, a tipsy Ginny Weasley swooped in, in demand of Luna’s attention. “I’ll see you around, Harry.” He bid her farewell, hiding his smile at Ginny’s antics. She could be an absolute madwoman, and after a generous amount of firewhisky that was no exception. He knew the Weasley woman harboured a crush on Luna just as Luna knew he harboured a crush on Charlie. 

Damn emotions. 

The light feeling within him was dissipating along with the sunlight though, he could admit, and so he resorted to vanishing his cup after making sure the contents were drained and rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He wondered if he should tell anyone that he was retiring for the night, but after looking around and seeing everyone occupied, he deemed it unnecessary. 

Carefully brushing past Bill and Charlie who stood near the back entrance to the house, he caught a few of their words and suppressed a chuckle at the affirmation that they were talking about dragons--Hungarian Horntails, to be exact. Apparently before Charlie came home after the war, the reserve received a few hatchlings of the species and he was recalling them burning the eyebrows off one of the nursery workers through his laughs .An unpleasant shiver ran through him as the name reminded him of the Triwizard Tournament and how he out-flew one of the beasts out of sheer luck. He must’ve stopped on the step amidst his thoughts, and he cursed as Charlie caught sight of him. “Harry. You’re going in? Do you mind if I join you?” He didn’t miss the wink Bill sent his way, but he managed to not get too flustered. Everyone seemed to know something he didn’t. 

He admitted to himself that the two older Weasleys were accountable for his sexual awakening as a teen. Something about Bill’s earring and Charlie’s freckles after he arrived at the Burrow the summer of the Quidditch World Cup made his heart beat faster and… other regions of his body feel a sort of way. He would never admit that to anyone. He could imagine the mortified expression on Ron’s face if he told him he realised he was gay by looking at two of his brothers. His feelings for Bill subsided over time, thankfully (he didn’t wish to cause any troubles with Fleur. Merlin, that woman scared him more than Ginny, and that was saying something), but alas, something about Charlie still made his stomach turn in on itself. A part of him wished that they could start something, but he knew it was unlikely.

He was eight years younger than Charlie, for crying out loud, and who would want to date their younger brother’s best friend. That would just be awkward. And having that younger brother’s best friend be the world-renowned Boy-Who-Lived was the bitter icing on the cake.

“Um… sure,” Harry said. He only planned on going to the bedroom he shared with Ron and writing in his journal for a bit until he lulled off to sleep, so he couldn’t produce an excuse that would drive the older Weasley away. Together, the two of them entered the house and ascended the creaking staircase without a word until they entered the bedroom. 

“Tell me, Harry. What do you think you’re going to do after all this settles down?” Charlie asked, sitting down next to where Harry sat on his bed, who was pulling his journal out from underneath his pillow. He thought for a moment, carefully picking out his words. He had just been going over this in his head in the backyard. 

“I don’t know,” Harry said finally. It was the only thing he could think of. “After so many years of worrying about lives that weren’t my own, I’m afraid I don’t know what to do with myself.” The words rolled off his tongue worryingly easily. It was an effect that often came over him when in Charlie’s presence. Blimey, maybe I should just ask Charlie to be my therapist, he joked to himself. 

“No one is rushing you.” Harry watched as Charlie laid back over the edge of the bed, struggling to keep his eyes from wandering to where the hem of his shirt had risen to display the rigid muscles underneath. They were freckled, he noted. He wondered just how much of the Weasley's body was covered in freckles. Berating himself, he tore his eyes off Charlie in favour of rooting through the bedside table drawer for a pencil.

“I know, but…” He began after finding the writing utensil. “I just feel stuck.” A quiet silence ensued. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but a sense of uncertainty hung in the air that Harry pointedly ignored, instead leafing through the pages of his journal until he found a blank page. Halfway through word vomiting on the paper, pencil scribbling furiously against the parchment, Charlie suddenly sat up, causing Harry to flinch.

“Harry, can I ask you something?”  He could feel the colour draining from his face. Did Charlie notice his, as what Luna described them, “not-so-subtle” glances towards him? Did he think he was gross because of it? What if… 

Charlie must’ve noticed the panicked look on his face. “Harry, what is it with you lately? You were fine with me at first, but… Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” Harry shouted, surprising the both of them. Groaning, he slammed the journal shut and put it aside, instead laying his head on his pillow with his eyes shut tight. “Quite the opposite, really.” As soon as he choked this out, he went cold, and he could feel the sweat beginning to permeate his forehead. He couldn’t bear to open his eyes and see Charlie’s horrified expression. If the older man wasn’t already put off of him, what would this bring?

“Harry?” Deciding to face whatever this led to--it couldn’t be worse than Voldemort, right?--, he sat up and opened his eyes after an insufferable moment of silence, ready to offer an explanation when the redhead simply leaned forward in a blur of freckles, blue eyes, and tanned skin and simply placed an unchaste kiss to his lips. Brain buffering, Harry looked at Charlie as he broke away with an expression of pure confusion, all the while struggling to speak.

“I.. You.. You just-” Charlie only smiled at him. With no words to be spoken, Harry launched himself forward into the man, enthusiastically returning the action. Charlie’s arms wrapped around his waist and he let himself run his hands through the Weasley’s hair, which was as soft as he imagined. He almost started comparing it to the kiss he shared with Ginny in the Room of Requirement three years prior, but he quickly shoved that from his mind. That wouldn’t be very appropriate, and it made Harry feel a little nauseous if he were to be honest. When they separated to breathe, Harry sighed against Charlie’s lips and let his eyes meet the other’s. On the outside, they were only looking at each other, but they were really conveying all their feelings for each other through that single gaze. 

“Come to Romania with me.” Charlie’s words were quick but loud and to the point, and they caused Harry to tense. Leaning away from him, all Harry could do was look at Charlie with his eyes wide open. He couldn’t feel the beating of his heart anymore and he thought he died for the third and final time, but he knew that was untrue as soon as Charlie’s lips on his neck brought him back to the bedroom. He tried to speak but the Weasley had chosen that moment to open his mouth and place a wanton kiss on his collarbone, tongue sinfully dragging along his skin. Unconsciously, he arched into Charlie and he bit his bottom lip so he couldn’t release the moan that abruptly fought its way up his throat. His fingers dug into the older man’s shoulders and he could feel just how muscular he was.

“B-but… Romania is your space,” Harry eventually said through a heavy exhale, regaining his thought process. “Why would you w-” Charlie suddenly bit the area he had been sucking on and Harry squealed, embarrassingly enough. Really, it was pathetic. Deciding his work was done, Charlie ceased his onslaught for a moment to be serious. He made sure that Harry was looking at him once more.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t like you being with me? Look at us right now.” Amidst their snog-fest, Charlie ended up cross-legged on the bed with Harry straddling him, and Harry blushed as he took notice of the position. 

“Well. Living with me would be more than just this,” he argued. “Oh, I was planning on making that happen.” Harry playfully glared at him but slid off his lap to sit in front of him. Charlie only took one of Harry’s hands in his own and squeezed, encouraging him to talk about what he wanted to. He could see the warring emotions on the boy’s face and he didn’t wish to further overwhelm him. “I just… In all honesty, Charlie, I’m a mess.” All his words were met with was a cocked eyebrow. Harry stroked the large burn scar on the back of Charlie’s hand with his thumb instead of explaining himself. 

He wondered what kind of dragon did it. Was it a blasted Hungarian Horntail or was it some other species? A Welsh Green perhaps… or an Antipodean Opaleye? He remembered reading about them in Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid was elated to be teaching about his favourite animals and Harry brought to mind the way Hagrid’s beady eyes shone when he told the class about a dragon he had once met named Norbert. For a moment, he was curious as to if the Norwegian Ridgeback (renamed Norberta as per gender discovery) was still a resident of Charlie’s reserve, but he knew it wasn’t the time to ask.

“Is that it, Harry? We’re all right bloody messes,” Charlie said.

“Yes, but are you sure you want me to be your mess?” 

That was it. That was what he wanted to get out. He knew everyone was dealing with their post-war feelings, but dating him came with everything else that had to do with Harry Potter. “The Boy-Who-Lived”. Oh, how he wished to squash that title out of existence. Charlie would be subject to press coverage and ruthless Daily Prophet article after article. He wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without being recognised as “Harry Potter’s significant other!” and he didn’t want anyone to have to live with that. The press was capable of driving anyone mad, even the most patient of people. An image of an evilly-smiling Rita Skeeter and her acid-green quill popped into his mind and he had to stop himself from shivering.

During the beginning of everyone’s stay at the Burrow, Harry attempted a trip to Diagon Alley in search of a new owl. He was already distraught in this as thoughts of Hedwig getting struck down over the night lights of London repeatedly played in his head, but everything escalated when he was essentially mobbed inside the Leaky Cauldron upon arrival by hungry press reporters and lunatic fans. The flashing lights and bodies pushing against him made him freeze and he could remember wanting to crawl into himself. Thankfully, Tom noticed what was happening from where he stood preparing drinks for people sitting at the bar, and after casting a sonorous charm, demanded they all give him room. 

The paparazzi were unenthused at the order but nonetheless complied, not wanting to get kicked out of the pub. Shaken, Harry merely turned around and disapparated directly back to the Burrow, startling a Charlie Weasley (of course) who was coming outside to fetch Errol after he’d dive-bombed into the dining room window once again. That was their first interaction with each other. Charlie had had a joke immediately forged in his head but upon seeing the dreadful expression on Harry’s face, he forgot all about the old unconscious owl laying in the bed of herbs and the witty words on the tip of his tongue. 

“You?” Current Charlie asked although he fully understood where the younger boy was coming from.

“Me.” Charlie kind of wanted to slap the forlorn look off Harry’s face but he only brought his hands up to hold it, carefully brushing the wild hair from his eyes. 

“Harry, I couldn’t care less about that. You are worth it. Besides, the director at the reserve wouldn’t let any press within 10 kilometres of the place. He is very strict on maintaining the reserve’s privacy.”

You are worth it.  

Charlie began explaining the reserve in detail, but Harry stuck to those four words that he stated so casually. He said them without knowing how much they struck Harry in the gut, but he decided he needed to let the man know. Wrapping his arms around Charlie’s neck, he drew him back in and it didn’t take long before they were making out again. He could taste the butterbeer they were drinking earlier on Charlie, and he wished he could drown in the man for eternity. When he pulled away, he smiled as Charlie chased after him. Ducking, he began kissing the neck beneath his jaw, and he could feel two hands grip his waist. “Okay.” 

Charlie shook at the sensation of Harry’s lips moving against his neck and the way his breath tickled, but he realised what he said. “Okay?” 

“I’ll come with you,” Harry said, a whisper. The blinding smile that Charlie gifted him took his breath away.

“Say it again.”

“I’ll come with you,” he complied, this time a bit louder. They crushed each other in a hug and Harry had to furiously blink away the burning sensation in his eyes.

“What in the bloody hell are you two doing?” The new voice in the room startled the both of them, and they turned to look at Ron, who was standing in the bedroom doorway with his arms crossed. Before either of them explained their position or why they were wrapped in a passionate embrace with each other, Ron groaned painfully and let his head fall back against the doorframe. “Is that a hickey?” 

Sure enough, the mark where Charlie had bit his neck had blossomed into a red bruise and all Charlie could do was send his brother a sheepish grin. “Sorry, bro. I seem to have taken to your friend.”

“Seriously, Harry? First Ginny, and now Charlie. Are you going to try and seduce me next? Have your turns with the whole family?” Harry was worried that Ron was truly angry, but the tone of his voice relieved him as he could tell the younger redhead was joking. “Sorry, mate. You’ll have to fight Hermione for that one.” They shared a healthy laugh and it was almost odd. Over the growing months, genuine laughs had become rare, but their trio of chuckles sounded natural. Unforced. Smiling, Harry leaned back into Charlie’s chest and closed his eyes, letting Charlie lean down to kiss him on the head.  “Now don’t get too comfortable in here,” Ron said, sounding nervous. 

“No worries, Ron,” Harry said, but he missed the wink Charlie sent Ron over his shoulder that made the younger Weasley look a bit queasy. Nothing “too comfortable” happened, though, much to Ron’s relief. Harry fell asleep in Charlie’s arms and Charlie fell asleep holding him, and Ron cursed himself for not having a camera on hand.

All Harry knew was that he was going to get to start over. Live his own life. Being able to do it with a man he was sure he would grow to love was an added bonus. 

For once in his 18 years of existence, everything was going to be okay. 

(Except for when they told Mrs. Weasley he was going to be moving to Romania to live with her second eldest son, but he’d take that over preparing to fight a dark lord any day).

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[dewitty1]

Harry James Potter

Ischa @ischa-posts

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Amnesia, Explicit Sexual Content, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Harry Potter, Bisexuality, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Romance, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Origami, Humor, Secrets, Friendship, Blaise Zabini is a Good Friend

Summary:

In their 8th year Harry gets Obliviated and forgets the entire Wizarding world. Draco is tasked with teaching Harry how to be a wizard. Blaise sees it as their second chance, Draco is pretty sure it will be a disaster.

“I heard-“ “I bet you did. I bet Granger and Weasley told you all that there is to know about me,” Draco interrupted hotly and shoved the sleeve of his robes up to show Potter the Dark Mark. He hadn’t taken it willingly, but it was there now, and he was done feeling ashamed for it. “I don’t think this is all you are, Draco,” Potter said and brushed his hair aside, so the lightning bolt shaped scar was visible, “like this isn’t all I am.” “Potter,” Draco said and had no idea how to finish. “You should call me Harry,” Potter said and held out his hand, “That is my name.”

Excerpt:

“I’m glad you said yes, Draco,” Harry said. He was too close, a few times as they walked down the street their fingers nearly brushed.

“It’s nice to leave the school from time to time,” Draco replied.

Harry stopped, they were just outside the village, and took Draco’s hand. He looked at it and Draco did too and then Harry took a deep breath and Draco looked at his face. There really was something about his eyes: they were just so green.

“I’m not sure I made this clear when I asked, but this is a date, Draco. I asked you out.”

Draco sighed. “Yes, Harry, I know this is a date.”

“Just a moment ago it didn’t sound like you did at all. It sounded like you wanted to brush me and my feelings for you aside and I can only think of one reason for that,” Harry said. “You might like me but you don’t fancy me.”

“Harry-“

“And it’s fine, I mean, I guess with our history it’s a miracle we are friends now and you let me hold your hand in public and I didn’t even ask if you liked boys and girls like me, I just assumed because-“

Draco put his free hand on Harry’s cheek. He was cradling it gently and Harry stopped talking immediately.

“I don’t like boys and girls like you,” he said and then hurried to finish that sentence because Harry seemed like he wanted to pull away, “I only like boys and well men, that way.”

“Oh,” Harry said and his lips looked kind of perfect and tempting, but Draco had to make things clear for Harry first.

“And I do fancy you,” Draco said. Harry smiled and it was hard to breathe for a long moment, but Draco got a grip, because he had to. “I just think you need to be aware that this won’t be all rainbows and candy, Harry.”

“Because people don’t know I fancy boys as well?”

“That is one reason, the other reason is because you fancy me,” Draco said and hell, he didn’t want to care about that. He wanted to be selfish, like he used to be when he was still a child, but over the last few weeks, months really, he started to really care for Harry, and he wanted Harry to be happy. The backlash from Harry being involved with him would be severe.

“I’m aware that people won’t like it, Draco and I don’t care. My friends will come around, or they aren’t really my friends. Blaise has your back, right?” Harry asked.

Draco nodded. Of course, Blaise had his back. Blaise was the reason, Draco was even here right now, holding Harry’s hand in public. Not that anyone was around just yet, but that would change.

“Will you be alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be alright, Harry,” Draco asked.

“Because when we started our lessons all those weeks ago, you had to conceal a bruise on you jaw, Draco,” Harry said.

“I’ll be fine,” Draco said. He couldn’t promise that, but he had no intention to let anyone corner him like that every again. He had enough of that to last him a lifetime.

“I really want you to kiss me now, Draco,” Harry said and licked his lips.

And who was Draco to tell the boy who lived no? Besides he didn’t want to tell Harry no, he wanted to feel Harry’s lips pressed against his. “First time kissing a boy?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded and in that moment Draco really wanted to make this good for Harry, more than good, amazing. Nothing short of amazing would do here, Draco decided. He leaned in and brushed his lips over Harry’s gently, he pulled back and then did it again and again and again, until Harry groaned. Draco smirked and licked Harry’s bottom lip gently, he was totally absorbed in the feel of Harry’s lips under his tongue and then Harry squeezed his hand and opened up to him and Draco didn’t lose any time to dive in deep, to explore Harry’s mouth with his tongue and his lips. Harry pulled him closer, his hands found their way to Draco’s waist. Draco could tell that Harry wasn’t a very experienced kisser, but he was learning fast, picking up on things Draco did and liked. Things were getting heated, so Draco slowed the kiss down and then stepped away, Harry followed him and then blinked.

“That was…” Harry trailed off and then licked his lips. The green of his eyes was nearly swallowed by the black of his arousal. Draco wanted to dive right back in, but he refrained.

“Yes?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Amazing.”

Draco nodded, self-satisfied, it was nothing less than he had aimed for.

꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡∗◌+*♡

[xxdustnight88]

So I read 29 fanfics in 9 hours...

I participated in a Reading Bingo for Hermione’s Nook, and read a TON of stories! Instead of spreading it out over a few days, my crazy quarantined self decided to make it a personal challenge to get it done in essentially one sitting. After enjoying everything I read, I felt it was only fair to share with you all the wonderful stories I consumed! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Make sure to leave the authors some love too!

xxDustNight’s Reading Bingo Rec List:

Feel the Love by Articcat621 Rated Mature Pairing: Regulus Black/Hermione Granger Word Count: 941 Summary: The truth comes out.

Rumor Has It by starrnobella Rated General Audience Pairing: Chuck Bass/Blair Waldorf, Dan Humphrey/Serena van der Woodsen Word Count: 797 Summary: What fun is life without a few rumors?

Upstairs and Downstairs and In My Lady's Chamber by Lauren (notalwaysweak) Rated Explicit  Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Hermione Granger Word Count: 2,371 Summary: N/A 

Fireflies by Erythros Rated K Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Word Count: 2,205 Summary: “Do you honestly want to share such a great thing, Granger? For once, be selfish,” he replied, glancing up at the other fireflies surrounding them. “Let’s just say that this’ll be our little secret.”

The Cultural Diversity of Mistletoe… Or is it Mistlefoe by GaeilgeRua Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Thor/Pansy Parkinson Word Count: 1,064 Summary: Pansy and Thor join their friends for a quiet weekend at the Barton residence. A difference between their two worlds comes to light due to a little piece of holiday decoration.

An Emerald Unimprovement by starrnobella Rated General Audience Pairing: James Potter/Lily Evans Word Count: 429 Summary: Sounds like someone's relationship is in a little bit of trouble when a little prank is pulled.

Whose Idea? by humantales Rated General Audience Pairing: N/A Word Count: 1,661 Summary: The Chamber of Secrets was Salazar's idea.

The First Noel by SquarePeg72 Rated Mature Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter Word Count: 248 Summary: Stepping out on their own after their time at Hogwarts is done, Albus and Scorpius get ready for their first Christmas together … nothing fancy but special nonetheless.

Disaster on the Pitch  by SquarePeg72 Rated Teen & Up Pairing: N/A Word Count: 1,518 Summary: An quidditch match between Durmstrang and Hogwarts has been arranged and an All-Star team made of players from all four houses has been created. Quidditch at Hogwarts may never be the same again ...     

Sleeping Beauty by SquarePeg72 Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Hermione Granger Word Count: 848 Summary: Draco and Neville wait for Hermione to wake up. Who knew a bump on the head could lead to so much stress.

Accidental Beginnings by SquarePeg72 Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger Word Count: 492 Summary: Hermione know better than to brew potions in the washroom. Nothing could have prepared her for what could go wrong when she is discovered.

Just Dessert by SquarePeg72 Rated Mature Pairing: Oliver Wood/Hermione Granger Word Count: 1,217 Summary: Sometimes homemade dessert can wait for something sweeter.

Teddy’s Bear by SquarePeg72 Rated Teen & Up Pairing: N/A Word Count: 864 Summary: Teddy Lupin is a little boy who knows how to let the world know what he wants. The world had better be ready when his hair turns pink...

Drunk & Sleepy by starrnobella Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood Word Count: 1,127 Summary: Alcohol will encourage anyone to share their feelings about another person, but what happens when it puts one of those parties to sleep in the middle of a confession of love?

From the Ashes by ANGSWIN Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Hermione Granger Word Count: 6,231 Summary: Something very surprising happens to Hermione during the Final Battle that will reshape not only her life, but also those of her closest friends...and eventually the Magical world itself.

And a Pastry by MagicaDraconia16 Rated General Audience Pairing: Pre-Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski Word Count: 759 Summary: Six months after quitting his job - and his friendships - Percival Graves discovers they may not be as lost as he'd thought.

Really, You? by MWolfe13 Rated General Audience Pairing: Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger Word Count: 1,009 Summary: Going to college was always the next step in Hermione's lane of life. She had it all planned out. Then Draco Malfoy puts a large chink in those plans.

Dyad by goldfwish Rated General Audience Pairing: Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood Word Count: Podfic Summary: Luna and Ginny do a little moon magic.

Proving His Point by Fairie_Potter Rated Explicit Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger Word Count: 3,675 Summary: Theo and Hermione need to learn that when Cormac gives an order, they need to listen.

Trevor's Adventure by starrnobella Rated General Audience Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson  Word Count: 1,215 Summary: When Trevor disappears, Neville and Pansy have a chance to rekindle some hidden feelings for one another on the train back to Hogwarts after the Winter holidays.

Operation Spring Gala by GaeilgeRua Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger Word Count: 1,086 Summary: To celebrate the complete restoration of the castle, and the new season, the headmistress decides to hold a spring gala. Hermione has no intention of going, but her roommate and friend, Daphne, can’t have that. Enter Daphne's best friend.

Prismatic Reflections by Nyruserra Rated General Audience Pairing: Percy Weasley/Pansy Parkinson Word Count: 437 Summary: Pansy reflects on the meaning of family...

All The Colours It's Never Been by Gcgraywriter Rated Mature Pairing: Ron Weasley/Lavender Brown Word Count: 747 Summary: Ron needs Harry's help with a spell that's gone wrong.

Magnetism by dulcedinem Rated Explicit Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson Word Count: 2,286 Summary: Pansy leaned over his lap, her breath hot against him.“You need this.” She murmured, parroting his earlier words, loving when he returned her stare with a wild gaze.

Talking in Your Sleep by Silberchen Rated Mature Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black Word Count: 1,175 Summary: Starts with a Songfic about Sirius and Remus. Takes place in the Marauders' sixth year.

Birds Of A Feather by MagicaDraconia16 Rated General Audience Pairing: Original Percival Graves & Newt Scamander Word Count: 2,727 Summary: The thing that gave the impostor away was the fact that he’d removed his coat.

Time Mate by aleysiasnape Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Original Percival Graves/Hermione Granger Word Count: 292 Summary: Percival has found an unusual way of Time Travel.

Turn Around Bright Eyes by starrnobella Rated Mature Pairing: Theodore Nott/Millicent Bulstrode, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Word Count: 32,700 Summary: In life, we stumble upon many different paths. Sometimes we choose the right path and sometimes we choose a different one. In essence, no matter which path we take, we learn from our experiences. Our choices mold who we are and what we will become.

In The Quidditch Stands by articcat621 Rated Teen & Up Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Hermione Granger Word Count: 244 Summary: Luna came prepared.

[mymindsmadness]

Dear Drarry, the final installment

I was going to save this for Fanfic!Friday, but it’s the conclusion, so I thought it needed its own day. Yes, the Dear Drarry series is coming to an end! 

I’ve so enjoyed writing these, but I think it’s time for them to come to an end. As this is the final in the series, I played around with the idea of multiple POV’s. So in this we’ll see both sides of the conversation between Harry and Draco. 

In this one:

Draco knew that after the war, everything had to change. Starting with the life debt he owed Potter… maybe he’d just write instead. He never expected to keep writing...

Warnings: EWE

EDIT: Shout out to Anon that pointed out it was Vincent that burned in the fire, not Greg! Idk where my head was lol

Previously:

Dear Mrs. Malfoy || Dear Mum and Dad || Dear Ronald Weasley ||

November 28th 2001

Dear Potter,

I wanted to formally thank you for returning my wand now that I have paid my debt to the wizarding world. Mother would also like to extend her gratitude. 

As I’m sure you’re aware, even before you chose to testify at my trial, you were owed a life debt on behalf of my family for what you did the Room of Requirement.

Debts aside, I’ve come to realize that I’ve never really thanked you for choosing to not let me be consumed in the fire as Vincent was.

So… thank you. I’m sure you doubt the sincerity of my gratitude due in no small part to our history, but please believe me when I say I am begrudgingly truly thankful.

Now, if we could perhaps come to terms on a way to settle our life debt, I would be happy to leave you to your life as ‘the most promising auror in wizarding history’. It seems the Prophet has not bored of featuring you. I suppose congratulations are in order to both you and Weaslet Ginevra.  

I’ll be awaiting your owl,

Draco Malfoy

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 December 3rd, 2001

 Dear Malfoy,

How do you manage to sound like a ponce in a letter?

You don’t need to thank me for saving your life, Malfoy. And you don’t need to pay me back either. It’s not something I did to get one-up on you. I would have saved anyone. I’m sorry I couldn’t save Crabbe.

And don’t even mention the Prophet. They’re just as untrustworthy as ever. Ginny and I broke up over a year ago; we just kept it quiet. She’s been dating some bloke from an American quidditch team I’ve never heard of. They just got engaged. Naturally, the Prophet saw the ring and jumped to conclusions.

I saw that you and err… Astonia was it? I saw your wedding announcement in Quibbler. I didn’t know you and Luna were friends.

Seriously, don’t worry about any life debts.

Harry Potter

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 December 16th, 2001

Dear Potter,

Did you seriously write ‘err’? You know you don’t have to write everything you think, don’t you?

Astoria and I were engaged to be wed, yes. That arrangement was set up long before I was even born. Seeing as I am venturing away from the pureblood traditions and beliefs that got me imprisoned in the first place, I called off the wedding. Normally, I would entertain my mother’s wishes, but Astoria and I didn’t quite see eye to eye – or rather we saw a certain aspect very simil

As I share her interest in men, I didn’t think it fair to enter into a marriage with her. Although I do not hide who I am, I would prefer you didn’t sell that information to any papers.

Lovegood and I are on speaking terms. I find her presence to be calming, if not entertaining.

As for the life debt, it’s not as simple as dissolving it. There are magics that bind. Traditionally, I would have to offer you my first born as a potential match for one of your children. Seeing as I don’t have any children and doubt that you would care for my first born, we must come to an agreement that suits both parties.

Draco Malfoy

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 December 18th, 2001

Dear Malfoy,

Me? Me sell information? I think you have me confused with a pointy git we went to Hogwarts with. No, I would never sell information to the papers. Perhaps I’ll have badges made though. Bright green ones that read ‘Malfoy’s Bent’. It seems only fair.

I don’t want your first born. I doubt I’ll even have a first born of my own. Looks like we have something in common after all – Ron would be mortified. Ginny and I split because I was finally able to admit to myself that I fancy blokes. I suppose it should have been obvious when I followed you aro

If you have to settle this ridiculous life debt why not just give me a book or something, yeah? It just has to be something doesn’t it?

Forget that last. I just asked Hermione and she looked at me like I kicked a house elf. She said it must be something important, but I don’t really need anything. And I don’t want to take anything that’s important away from you.

Look, I know we’re not exactly friends, but a bunch of us are going to the pub before the holidays to celebrate. It’s on the 22nd. You should come. We could talk about all this life debt business over a pint and you can make Ron turn that shade of red that makes his hair look orange.

Harry

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 December 27th, 2001

 Dear Potter,

I only now just recovered from the hangover that concoction you made gave me. Did you know that it was impervious to hangover potions? I didn’t even think that was possible. I suppose it was worth it to watch Weasley sweet-talk a coat rack for the better part of an hour.

It occurred to me Christmas morning that we never did get around to talking about the life debt. Mother asked about it last night at dinner and was sorely disappointed with me for not repaying you yet. I know you’ve had very little interaction with my mother, but she is not someone that you want to be cross with you.

Draco Malfoy

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 December 28th, 2001

Malfoy,

On assignment. Not sure how your owl got through the wards. I’ll write you as soon as I’m back.

You called me Harry that night. You could, you know? Call me Harry.

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 January 6th 2002

Dear Granger,

I’m sorry to be writing you. I know despite the evening we spent at the Leaky Caldron we are not exactly on speaking terms. First, I want to apologize for the way I acted in school. I have a vague memory of apologizing the night of the 22nd, but as I can hardly remember it, I don’t think that should count. Perhaps you would allow me to buy you lunch one day this week to apologize properly? I prefer it be in muggle London so I will actually be served.  

However, the reason I write you is because I haven’t heard from Potter in quite some time. I do not know him well enough (nor do I feel comfortable) to seek him out at the ministry. Last I heard he was on an assignment. If he wanted to stop talking to me, he could have just stated as much.

Regards,

Draco Malfoy

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 January 7th, 2002

Dear Malfoy,

I think lunch would be lovely. We’re far too old to carry on this ridiculous feud. I remember you starting to apologize, but then you started rambling about the colour green. Perhaps we had all been too liberal with Harry’s ‘special drink’. Still, it would be nice to get a proper one. Maturity or not, you said some pretty awful things. 

As for your question, no I haven’t heard from Harry. Or Ron for that matter. They’re on the same assignment and were due back yesterday. Though, it’s not unusual for their assignments to run long. If I hear anything before you do, I’ll write you myself.

Try not to worry. Harry is a very competent auror.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger-Weasley

Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

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 January 7th, 2002

Dear Granger,

I’m not worried.

Why would I worry about Pott

It’s not as if I care if someth

How is Wednesday for lunch?

Draco Malfoy

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 January 11th, 2002

Dear Draco,

It’s okay that I called you Draco isn’t it? It feels silly to still be using each other’s surnames. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to write you sooner. We got caught in a magical vortex and had to walk out of the jungle with a muggle guide. But that’s confidential, so pretend I never said anything.

Hermione told me you had lunch yesterday. Well, I think that’s what she told me. I hardly stayed at the DMLE long enough to get debriefed. I’m exhausted and a mess but I wanted to write you as soon as I got home.

Hermione also said something about you asking after me? If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were worried. I like it.

I kept notes while I was out there. Little things I saw and wanted to remember to tell you. Ron thought I was losing my mind. Forest fever he called it, but I don’t think that’s right.

I think I’ve just gotten used to writing you. I look forward to it now. Don’t let it feed that abnormally large ego of yours.

Since I wrote enough down to send you another letter and you insist that we talk about this life debt, why don’t we have dinner tomorrow? I can even cook if you don’t feel like going out.

Harry

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 January 11th, 2002

Dear Harry,

I’m glad to see you’re recovering from your delusions well. Terrible thing that is, losing one’s mind. And you had so little to spare from the start. I’m glad to hear you’re okay though. I know you have a history of personal injury.

Be careful, Potter. Wanting to share things with me? Wanting to cook me dinner? One would think you were a Hufflepuff in search of a date.

Draco

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 January 11th, 2002

Draco,

Okay, it’s a date. Seven work for you?

And if we’re going to date, and I was kind of hoping we could, you should call me Harry.

Harry

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 January 11th, 2002

Harry,

Bleeding Gryffind..

Seven is fine. I’ll bring wine.

See you then… Harry.

Draco

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 March 12th, 2004

Harry,

This really needs to stop. My mother is insistent that we settle our life debt. We’ve talked about this for years – years, Harry.

And before you ask, no. It can’t be a book or a broom or anything else you’ve found lying around and tried to pawn the life debt off on. It has to be something meaningful to me – to the Malfoy name. Something that holds the essence of life and is equal to the gift you’ve given me by saving mine.

I know you’re on assignment, but I also know that you’re able to receive and respond to owls – Hermione told me. When you get home we’re going to settle this once and for all! I’m very cross with you. I might even throw away those tattered trainers you insist on keeping.  

I want this settled Harry! Start thinking about things!

Draco

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 January 11th, 2002

 Draco,

I’ll have you know that I’ve actually given it a great deal of thought. Something that is important to you. Something that holds the ‘Malfoy essence’ which I still think sounds incredibly dirty as I’ve already held the Malfoy essence on several dozen occasions.

It seems you can repay me with your first born after all. Or rather, your life. I’ll take that last name too, while I’m at it.

Should have just waited a few more days and I could have asked you properly. There’s a ring in my bedside table, you spoiled git.

Harry

P.S. Don’t touch my trainers or I’m revoking my proposal

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 January 11th, 2002

Harry,

Did you just… 

You didn’t just…

You absolute Neanderthal! How on earth am I going to tell people (my mother!) that you proposed via letter!?

  ... However...I suppose it does meet the requirements… and the ring isn’t terribly gaudy. It will serve the debt.

Now hurry home so I can say yes properly.

I love you, you ridiculous Gryffindor.

Draco.