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nadinebrooks · 2 years ago

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

This one is a little long because I didn't divide it up into 2 parts, but I hope everyone enjoys! Do you prefer them to be shorter or a little on the longer side?

You Get Jealous

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

I know hate is a strong word, but it was the only emotion I was feeling at this moment. I hate her perfect flaming red her. I hate her perfect freckled complexion. And I hate her perfect personality. She had Harry wrapped around her perfect little finger. She didn't even have to do anything. She just existed and he was obsessed.

After I had to play in that Quidditch match for Harry, Oliver Wood wanted me to start coming to practice. I was learning the roles of the other positions. He explained that he wanted to have me around just in case. I was not looking forward to playing Quidditch in front of a crowd again. I hope nobody on the team needed me.

On the way to the field for an afternoon practice on Saturday, Ginny spent the entire time flirting with Harry. She was the team's new Chaser. It was as if he actually enjoyed the attention.

I mean who wouldn’t. There were guys who would go to detention for an entire month with Snape if they got a chance just to talk to Ginny Weasley.

She was absolutely perfect. I hated that I felt this way because I liked to consider Ginny one of my closest friends.

I tried not to scoff as I watched Ginny talking to Harry. She was batting her eyelashes and giggling. She would touch his arm and he leaned into her touch. Harry was laughing at things that she was saying, but I couldn’t hear what the conversation was about. I knew that Harry wasn't faking his laughter. Ginny was a funny person.

During practice I sat in the stands and took notes on the different positions. The only position that I think I would have liked besides Seeker would be Beater. I think I would imagine the ball as Ginny's head.

While I was watching practice, I was thinking about how I was so happy that I wasn't actually practice. It was a grueling one. Oliver told us that he wanted to win the championship this year and he wasn't playing.

He was making sure that this team was ready for anything and everything. I did appreciate him for that, but I would much rather be curled up in the common room with a good book.

That sounded much better than watching Ginny and Harry flirt. Anything sounds much better than that.

She looked absolutely perfect while she was flying around on her broom. She wasn't sweaty at all. There wasn't a single hair out of place on her head.

"You're scowling. What's wrong?" Hermione asked from beside me. She decided that come down to the quidditch pitch to hang out with me since she was done with all her homework for the day.

"I'm not scowling Hermione." I grumbled tearing my eyes away from Ginny so that I could look at her. I was happy to have her here.

"You’re definitely scowling (y/n). You don’t have to talk about what's wrong to me, but don't keep all your emotions bottled up inside. It's not good for you." She calmly replied.

Hermione had always been good at reading me. I knew that she knew what was wrong with me. She wasn't going to force me to say anything, but she knew what was going on in my mind.

"I know Hermione. I just get so..." I trailed off not really sure how to explain to her how I felt.

"Jealous." Hermione shrugged as if it wasn't that hard to explain. It wasn’t really. I just didn't want to admit it out loud. "I don’t think you have anything to worry about (y/n). I know Harry likes you.”

"Nothing to worry about?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Ginny is perfect. She is absolutely perfect and I'm just me."

"Please don’t say that about yourself (y/n). You're perfect too. You just don’t see yourself the same way that we see you."

That didn't ease my anger at all. Not even a little bit. Ginny had been making these googly eyes at Harry all practice and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Once practice was finally over, I angrily shoved into her making sure that I bumped into her shoulder. Hard. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. I smirked as I stomped off towards the castle.

I needed to go somewhere where I knew that I could be alone. I needed to be alone. I barely made it to the Room of Requirement before I collapsed onto one of the couches sobbing.

I pulled my knees into my chest and rocked slightly to sooth myself. There was absolutely nothing but silence in the room. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my sniffles.

Was I not enough for him? I mean I knew I couldn’t compete with her, but that didn't mean he had to rub it in my face. I just needed to accept the fact that I wasn't Ginny Weasley and I never would be.

"What the hell is wrong with you (y/n)?" Harry practically shouted storming into the room. His angry face was replaced with concern when he saw me balled up on the couch. I tried to respond to him, but I started crying again.

He slowly walked over to me and sat down. I could hardly see him through my tears. I couldn’t catch my breath.

"Please tell me what's wrong." He tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away. I didn’t want him touching me right now.

"Am I just a game to you?" I asked as I angrily wiped away the tears.

"No (y/n). I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Then why?"

"I just wanted you to know how I felt when I saw you kissing Oliver."

"You mean to tell me that you toyed with my emotions because you're still stuck on something that happened over a year ago?" I was furious. He leaned forward to comfort me, but I pushed myself away.

"Yeah." He awkwardly reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "It sounds stupid when you say it like that, but I didn’t think you were going to get so upset over me talking to her."

"You weren't just talking to her. You two were all over each other." I muttered shaking my head. "I was very jealous. I know it sounds kinda stupid, but I didn't like it."

"Nothing you say sounds stupid. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."

"You better not let it happen again."

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

Ron and I had always been close ever since I slapped him. I knew that I shouldn’t have a crush on him. I couldn’t lose him. Nor could I stand his rejection. I was almost positive that he had a thing for Lavender.

The thing was, he didn’t seem as into her as she was into him. I liked to think that he didn't really like her. He was just being polite. That would be the best case scenario, but life never worked out like that for me.

After some time, I wasn’t so sure. Seeing the two of them together was a constant reminder of my feelings. I tried to push those feelings away, but it was hard. It was really hard.

"Hey Ronnie." Came that annoying voice. It was Lavender. "I have a lot of work left for History of Magic. I was wondering if you could help me."

"What's in it for me?" Ron raised an eyebrow at his fellow Gryffindor.

"Whatever you want." She suggestively grinned at him causing my jaw to drop. "We can decide on something later tonight."

Ron sheepishly grinned and began gathering all of his belongings. He quickly shoved them all into his backpack and practically ran behind Lavender out of the common room.

"Gross." Hermione shuddered before gathering all of her things and heading out of the common room as well. That left me and Harry to talk about all the random things that had gone on in our lives this week.

Harry and I were no means that close, but I did spend a decent amount of time in their common room because of Hermione. We had become extremely close over the past year. I was proud to say that she was one of my best friends.

"How do you feel about Ron and Lavender?" Harry asked. I had a feeling that he had been wanting to ask me that for a while.

"Are they like together together?" I asked testing the waters. "If I'm going to honest, Lavender is not the type of girl I saw him with. I figured him and Hermione would be together by now."

"Him and Hermione argue way too much for any sort of relationship. Lavender did come out of the blue for me too. I think he's with her because he's trying to get over another girl, but you didn’t hear that from me."

The following week I managed to catch up with Ron when we both had a free period. Since we weren't in the same year it could be hard to get some time together, but we did have the same free period on Thursdays.

"How's it going with you and Lavender?" I asked as we stepped outside. We would usually walk around the grounds taking in all the scenery.

"What do you mean?" He looked confused.

"Lavender Brown? I thought the two of you were together now."

"Oh, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that we're together. It's nice to have something warm to snuggle up with in the common room, you know?"

"Ron Weasley." I stopped walking and grabbed both of his shoulders so that he could look me in the face. "You can't lead her on. That isn't fair. Especially when she thinks that your relationship could be going somewhere."

"I wouldn’t call it leading on (y/n). Besides, I think she's in the same headspace as me. We're not looking for it to go anywhere." He let out a small sigh. "I've been interested in this other girl for a while, but I don’t think she wants anything to do with me."

He had to be talking about Hermione.

"That can't be true Ron. Any girl would be lucky to have you. You're a great guy." We started back walking on the path through one of the courtyards.

"Thanks (y/n)." He darkly chuckled. "I think she just sees me as a friend though. She's never done or said anything to make me think that she was interested."

"Maybe she's nervous." I suggested. "Or she gets a little shy around you."

"I don’t think so. She's never nervous or shy around me. It's quite the opposite. Maybe it's time that I move on, you know? Maybe I should try pushing it a little harder with Lavender."

"No." I immediately shook my head. Ron turned to look at me with wide eyes.

"No what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No. You shouldn’t move on."

"Is there something you want to tell me (y/n)?" He smirked.

"No." I grumbled.

"It's okay. You can say it. You can say that you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous Ron." I calmy addressed. "I just don’t think it's fair to Lavender to drag your fling out when you can clearly see that she has feelings for you. You don’t want to lead her on when you have feelings for someone else."

"Hmm you're right." Ron nodded. We went back on talking about random things for the rest of the walk. Lavender hadn’t been brought back up. We headed back towards the castle when it was time for me to go to Charms class.

"Bye Ron." I gave him a little wave as I started heading up the stairs.

"Oh and (y/n)?" He called out to me before I had gotten too far away. I turned around raising my eyebrows to let him know that I was listening. "It's okay to be jealous."

Draco: Ravenclaw, pureblood, year below

This was new to her. She had taken one too many shots of fire whisky and now she was dancing on top of one of the common room tables.

(y/n) was not used to all the attention, but in this moment she had all eyes on her. Nobody was complaining though. It was nice to see the girl who was usually so shy and tame having a little bit of fun.

Tonight everyone was celebrating the end of OWLS. Even though it was only the 5th years that took them, everyone got to enjoy the perks of the parties.

Little did (y/n) know, Draco was paying very close attention to her. He had never seen her drunk before so this was new to him as well.

Draco didn't dance. Not one bit. So he had found a spot in the corner of the room where he would be able to watch (y/n).

Her hips swayed to the music and it looked as if she was having a really good time. Watching her dance on an elevated surface was something Draco could get used to.

He sat there for a while sipping his drink and enjoying the show. He didn't really like being the center of attention so this was perfect for him. Everything about this night had gone perfect. That was until he saw Pansy Parkinson making his way towards her. He tried to look away from her, but she managed to catch his gaze.

Pansy sat down on the couch beside him and tried to smile seductively at him. Sure, Pansy was a pretty girl, but he had absolutely no interest in her.

"How's your night going Draco?" She sweetly asked.

"It's going fine." He replied. He wanted to be short with his responses, but still polite. "How is yours going Pancy?"

"Mine is going really well. Thank you for asking."

"That's good Pansy."

"I don’t understand why (y/n) thinks it's a good idea to dance on the table. And then she's got that tiny dress on. It’s like she wants everyone to look at her."

"You know (y/n) isn’t like that." Draco coldly replied. He wasn’t going to let Pansy disrespect her. "She's just having a little bit of fun. She deserves it. Especially after all those hours she spent helping us study for OWLS. She didn't have to do that."

Pansy started talking, but Draco zoned out. He didn’t really care what Pansy had to say about (y/n). He was just happy that she was loosening up a little bit. As he was watching her, he noticed her eyes angrily narrow at Pansy.

Was that jealously he detected? He didn't think that (y/n) would ever be jealous of Pansy. She had absolutely no reason to be. But he knew that face. It was the face he made whenever he saw (y/n) talking to Ron Weasley.

It was the face of jealously. Maybe he could use Pansy to his advantage to see if (y/n) felt the same way about him.

He knew that he had (y/n)'s attention when she stopped dancing and had her gaze firmly fixed on the two of them. He leaned into Pansy acting as if he was extremely interested in what she had to say. He would make sure to touch her and chuckle at everything she was saying. Draco knew that he had (y/n)'s undivided attention.

(y/n) reached up and began weaving her hands through her hair. Her hips were swaying perfectly with the music as she maintained eye contact with the blonde. She ran her hands down her body making sure that the dance was more sensual than it had been before.

Damn, Draco could get used to seeing a drunk and jealous (y/n).

Pansy placed her hand on his forearm. He wanted to shake her away, but he noticed that (y/n) had hopped down from the table and was now making her way over to the two of them.

"Come dance with me Draco." She had her hands firmly placed on her hips. Even though it was a request, she wasn’t asking.

"Can't you see that he's a little busy?" Pansy spoke up.

"I want to dance Draco." (y/n) was speaking to Draco, but she was looking at Pansy. Pansy stared right back at (y/n). She wasn't just going to back down.

"Your wish is my command." He sheepishly grinned and wrapped an arm around (y/n)'s waist pulling her to the middle of the common room. They left behind a stunned looking Pansy.

"What was that (y/n)?" He smirked as her spun her around and she pressed up against his body. The two of them began moving to the music. The both of them knew that Pansy was watching so they wanted to give her a good show.

"I didn’t like the way she was all up on you." (y/n) huffed.

"Hmm do I detect a hint of jealousy?"

"No. You detect a lot of jealousy."

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

Once the sound of clanging pots and pans drifted up to my bedroom, I knew it was time to get out of the bed. I was never awaken this way at my house, but I came to love the sounds at the Weasley household.

As I got out of bed and tried to make myself look more presentable, the smell of bacon began wafting up the stairs. There was no food in the word that came anywhere close to Molly Weasley's cooking.

I finally climbed out of the warm bed and slipped a hoodie on over my tank top. I headed downstairs to see that I was the last one to make my way to the kitchen. Everyone else had gathered in the living room to wait for Molly to finish up cooking.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Nice of you to join on." George joked looking over in my direction.

"You were up there so long I thought you had died." Fred added on. I rolled my eyes and flipped off the twins. The first time I did that, the twins didn't understand the gesture. It came from my Muggle side. Once they learned what it meant, it was something we did to each other all the time.

When breakfast was done cooking, Molly called all of us into the kitchen. I got ready to sit down beside George, but not before Hermione could slip into the seat before I could. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

I always sat in this seat beside George. I shrugged it off and took the seat across the table from him which was beside Ron. I didn't mind sitting by Ron at all. It was just weird because she was the one who usually sat by Ron.

Hermione and Ginny instantly began talking about celebrities from the Muggle world. Hermione had brought pictures to show Ginny. I mostly just listened to their conversation, but I would give some input every now and then. I think a lot of people forgot that my mom was a Muggle, so I was familiar with a lot of these things.

"So Hermione," Ginny gushed, "What are you looking for in a partner?"

"I've always wanted someone who could make me laugh. They need to be a kind person as well. You know that I'm not obsessed with looks, it's more about personality for me. But it wouldn’t hurt if they're nice to look at, you know? I would also like them to be taller than me which shouldn’t be too hard since I'm not the tallest person."

"Hmm sounds like you just described me." George interjected bringing all the attention to him. Hermione clearly blushed and looked away from the beaming redhead.

I felt my fist clenching and I had to force myself to finish the rest of my breakfast. If I didn’t, Molly was sure to ask what was wrong. I didn’t feel like explaining to her that I was jealous of another girl who I would be living with for the next couple of weeks.

Once breakfast was over, the boys and Ginny decided that they wanted to play Quidditch. It was snowing outside so it was pretty cold. I made sure to put on extra socks. I hated when my toes got cold.

Hermione made her way over to a spot on the porch so she could read a book she had just gotten, but still pay attention to the game happening above. I would be the referee for their little match.

They had been playing for a little while and I watched as George flew down and landed beside Hermione. He said something to her, but I was too far away to hear. They exchanged a couple of words and George quickly ran inside. After a couple of moments, he came back out with one of his knitted sweaters that he always got for Christmas.

It was one of the signature knitted sweaters from Molly. Why was he giving it to Hermione? She immediately pulled it on over her head and gave George the biggest smile ever.

I felt myself shaking with rage. He didn't even ask if I was cold. I told everyone that I had to go to the bathroom and headed towards the house. George called after me, but I just kept walking.

I tried to quickly walk upstairs to the bathroom, but I was no match to his long strides. I managed to get to the bathroom and almost slam the door, but he caught ahold of it.

"What are you doing?" I hissed trying to pull it shut. "I need to use the bathroom."

"Not before you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong George. I just need to pee."

"You've been pouting all morning. Something is clearly wrong with you."

"I'm fine." I said trying to keep my voice from rising. I didn't feel like explaining myself to him. He cocked his head to the side studying my face. "What?" I questioned.

"I just want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"What is going on between you and Hermione?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Nothing is going on between us." He threw his head back and laughed.

"What about the conversation this morning? About you claiming to be her type and then getting a sweater for her. You could've gotten her any sweater, but of course you get her one with a G on it. As if you were claiming her."

"If you want me to claim you darling, all you have to do is ask." He smirked causing my face to heat up under his gaze. "I was trying to get a rile out of you this morning and about the sweater, she was just cold. You don’t have to worry about anything. I only have eyes for you." He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Have a nice pee."

He turned away from me and walked back down the hallway. I had forgotten all about going to the bathroom.

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio)

"I just heard that Hannah Abbott is going to Hogsmeade with Fred tonight." Hermione angrily ran her hands through her thick hair. She was practically ranting to Harry and I. "I don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean he's got a perfectly good girl who is practically in love with him, but he doesn’t care. Not one bit. I mean what does he even see in Hannah? She can’t even hold a candle to you (y/n)."

"Hold on Hermione. Let's take a minute and think about what you just said. I'm not in love with Fred." I jokingly rolled my eyes at her. Sure, I was a little hurt. I thought that Fred and I had something going on, but maybe he decided to move on because I hadn't expressed my feelings towards him.

"It's okay to admit your feelings (y/n). I see the way you look at him. Please don't make the same mistake as me and take too long to say how you feel." Hermione lovingly placed a hand on top of mine. I knew that she had been feeling a little down lately.

I had a feeling that Fred was teasing me. We had been playing this game of cat and mouse for years. But what could I say to him? If I said what I really wanted to say, I had a feeling that he would laugh in my face and leave with Hannah on their date.

I decided that I needed to tell him. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was tired of being this jealous girl who was scared to admit her feelings. When he came down the stairs to leave for his date, I stopped him.

"Where are you going?" I stood in front of him blocking his path. I was done with this silly little game the two of us had been playing for the past couple of years.

"I'm just going out with a friend. Why? Is there something you need (y/n)?"

"No." I shook my head trying to figure out exactly what I wanted to say to him. I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my heels. I should have thought about this before I corralled him in our common room. "I was just wondering. I heard you were going on a date."

"I mean, I guess you could call it a date. Look (y/n), I can see that something is on your mind. Can we continue this conversation when I get back? I've got to meet her and I don't want to keep her waiting."

"Sure Fred. Have fun." I nodded stepping out of his way so that he could walk around me. I have him a small wave as he quickly walked out of the common room. Every fiber in my being was screaming for me to stop him. To tell him that I was right here waiting on him. I didn’t want him to go on that date with Hannah. It should be me that he was taking out on a date. I slowly walked back over to my seat on the couch.

"I'm sorry Hermione." I mumbled as tears were threatening to tumble down my cheeks. "I just froze. I didn’t know what to say to him.

"You don’t have to apologize to me. I froze so many times when I wanted to tell him how I felt. You could always wait until he comes back and talk to him."

"I just don’t know what I would even say. What if he hates me?"

"He could never hate you (y/n)." Hermione gave me a supportive smile before standing up and leaving me on the couch to think about what I wanted to say when he came back. I only sat there for about an hour or so until Fred got back.

I had been going over how I expected this conversation to go in my mind. Let's just say that my guesses of how this conversation was going to go weren't very good.

"Hey, (y/n)." I heard Fred say as he walked in. I had decided that I was just going to go for it. I had nothing to lose at this point. "I didn’t forget that you wanted to talk about something." He walked over to the couch and plopped down beside me. He casually tossed an arm on couch beside me. "So what's up?"

"Well how was your date?" I asked trying to ease into the conversation.

"It was okay." He shrugged. "It was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a little while, but it wasn’t anything spectacular."

"Who was the date with?"

"It was with Hannah Abbott. I think you know her."

"I do know Hannah." I sadly nodded. She seemed perfect for Fred to go on a date with. I'm sure they had an amazing time and he was just saying these things to keep my feelings from being hurt.

"Did you ask her? Or did she ask you? Or was this more of a mutual thing?"

"I mean she instigated it, but it was a pretty mutual thing. Is everything alright (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"No it isn't. I can tell by the look on your face that everything isn't okay." He gently took my face in his hands so that I could look him in the face. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yes I know." I shyly looked away. "Honestly Fred, I didn't want you to go on a date with Hannah."

"Why not?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"I think you know why." I mumbled.

"Please enlighten me." He was grinning now. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Now he was just teasing me. He knew exactly why I didn’t want him on that date. This might be my only chance to say something. But at the same time, I didn't want to be a game to him. "Just say it (y/n)."

"Okay fine." I stood up so that I could run away if I needed to. "Please don’t go on another date with Hannah Abbott. Actually Fred, I don’t want you to go on a date with anyone else."

"Were you jealous (y/n)?" He smirked.

"You’re really going to make me spell it out for you." I grumbled rolling my eyes.

"No, I don't need you to do that. I'm going to honest with you, the date wasn't that good. So uh, (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me? I would hate to see you jealous again. Even though you were pretty cute."

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

For this one can we please pretend that Cedric didn't die during the Triwizard Tournament. Please and thank you.

I was furious. I had never been the jealous type, but lately Cedric had me feeling emotions that I had never felt before. My eyes narrowed at the very pretty Ravenclaw who was straight up flirting with Cedric. It’s not like I could be upset or anything. I wasn't even dating the guy.

So why did I feel envious when I saw them talking? I was bitter and spiteful. Cedric was someone who bounced between the line of friendly and flirtatious. I wanted to walk right over to him, grab his tie, and force my lips onto his.

At times it felt like he was interested in me. And at other times it felt like he just saw me as a friend. Why were boys so confusing? If you want me why wouldn’t you just say so? It’s not that hard.

After winning the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric became even more popular at Hogwarts. He had all these girls throwing themselves at him, but Cedric was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions.

I knew that he was really busy with all the interviews he was having to do after winning. He was having to be extremely careful with any girls that he was seen talking to. Cedric told me that's why he had distanced himself from me these past couple of weeks.

We were very good friends and he didn't want the Daily Prophet or Rita Skeeter to turn our relationship into something it's not. Rita Skeeter had done enough digging into his personal life.

I appreciated Cedric for wanting to protect me, but would it be so bad if people did think we were together in that way? I mean maybe that would keep a certain raven-haired beauty from touching all over my man.

Well, he didn’t know that he was my man, but he was my man.

Cedric was obviously trying to keep Cho Chang at a distance from him. He was looking at her as if she was only a friend, but she wasn't taking the hint. Cedric was too much of a gentleman to do much about it though. He graciously accepted her compliments and politely smiled when she flirted with him. I wanted to scream.

I had seen enough of this and they were both going to hear about it from me.

"How desperate can you be Chang?" I grumbled walking by her. I didn’t stop walking. Instead, I kept walking by her as if I hadn't said anything. She scowled looking towards me. Cedric chuckled and gave me this amused looked.

"Is there something you want to say (l/n)?" She spat. I didn't expect her to respond and I whipped around glaring at her.

"Not really, I was just trying to give you some advice. You're a pretty girl, but even you can't make desperation look good."

"Oh please don't tell me that you've caught feelings." She threw her head back and laughed.

"No." My eyes narrowed at her. "I just know an attention seeking whore when I see one."

"(y/n)." Cedric scolded and lightly began dragging me way from her. "That wasn't very nice of you."

"Oh well." I shrugged grinning at the look on Cho Chang's face as we left.

"I've never seen you like this (y/n)." He stopped walking and stared down at me.

"Seen me how?" I raised an eyebrow. My expression told him to tread lightly.

"Jealous." He instantly replied.

"I was not jealous. I just wanted Chang to have more respect for herself. She was practically begging for you to take her upstairs to your bedroom."

"It was harmless flirting (y/n)." He chuckled.

"It was anything but harmless."

"I really like this jealous side of you. I hope to see it again." He jokingly pinched my side.

"I won't be so nice to her next time." I grumbled swatting his hand away.

"And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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They Walk In On You Changing (Harry Potter Preference)

Barty Crouch Jr: Barty would freeze for a moment, his lips curling into a smirk as he takes in the scene. “Well, well, what do we have here,” he’d drawl, licking his lips. He wouldn’t be embarrassed, instead reveling in making you feel flustered. He might linger a bit longer than is polite, before leaving with a wink.

Bellatrix LeStrange: Bellatrix wouldn’t be flustered at all at her intrusion on you, in fact, she’d laugh maniacally. “Oh, darling, don’t stop on my account,” she’d say with a grin. There’s a wild glint in her eyes as she looks you over. She’d probably only leave once she feels she’s gotten a real good look and committed the view to memory.

Draco Malfoy: Draco would immediately flush a deep shade of red, stammering apologies as he turns his back. “I—I didn’t see anything, I swear,” he’d blurt out, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably. He’d be mortified at the situation because of the embarrassment it may have caused you. Though you’d likely catch him stealing glances at you in the future, remembering the incident and giving away that he had seen something.

Lucius Malfoy: Lucius would maintain a cool composure, as if the sight doesn’t faze him in the least. He might raise an eyebrow in mild interest, but he’d quickly avert his eyes and advise you, “Perhaps next time you should ensure the door is locked.” There’s a note of superiority in his voice, and he’d leave as though nothing had happened, though with a hint of amusement on his lips.

Minerva McGonagall: Professor McGonagall would be horrified at her lack of decorum. She’d immediately avert her gaze, sternly apologizing while turning to leave. “My deepest apologies,” she’d say in a clipped tone, flustered but maintaining her usual formality. She’d be more embarrassed than you, and would likely be extra formal with you for a while afterward.

Molly Weasley: Molly would immediately cover her eyes with her hands and let out a mortified gasp. “Oh dear! I’m so sorry, love!” she’d exclaim, clearly more distressed by the situation than you are. She’d rush out of the room, mumbling apologies, and probably fuss over you later, asking if you’re alright or need anything, still embarrassed by what happened.

Narcissa Malfoy: Narcissa’s reaction would be swift and graceful. She’d quickly turn away and politely say, “Forgive me, I should have knocked.” She would be calm and composed, making you feel like the whole thing was an unfortunate but trivial matter. She’d leave you with your dignity intact, ensuring there’s no awkwardness between you later.

Rita Skeeter: Rita would be intrigued more than anything else. Her eyes would widen in interest, and she’d quickly take in every detail. “Well, this is quite the sight,” she’d say with a sly grin, already crafting a scandalous headline in her mind. She’d linger a bit too long for comfort, leaving with a smug expression and a vivid picture of you in her mind.

Severus Snape: Snape would freeze in place, his expression shifting from surprise to mild discomfort. His usual sharp demeanor softens, and though he keeps his face impassive, there’s a flicker of awkwardness in his eyes. “My apologies,” he would say in a low, measured tone, quickly turning away and closing the door behind him. He’d make a mental note to avoid eye contact for a while afterward, clearly unsettled but determined to act like it never happened.

Sybill Trelawney: Trelawney would gasp dramatically and flutter her hands in distress. “Oh dear, the fates did not forewarn me of this encounter,” she’d exclaim, looking genuinely flustered. She’d apologize profusely, making strange references to “mystical energies” that led her to walk in at that moment. She’d be more awkward than you, and would not forgive herself for her intrusion for some time.

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swottydoodler · 1 year ago

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Count Dracola🦇🦇

FF:

#dramione #dramione fanart #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #vampire Draco is good #I prefer the veela tho

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: (Let me know if you want a separate post for a character - I’ll go into more depth). Also this is one of my favourite posts, it’s so wholesome

Inspired by @angelltheninth. Thank you for always writing such amazing posts!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

A glimpse into your life with your HP s/o.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚

・Constantly forgets where she puts things

“It’s the nargles...” Luna mutters, looking underneath the couch pillows for her necklace.

“It’s not the nargles,” you reply, shaking your head.

・Always makes you late because she forgets her wand or bag

・So you create a space where she is allowed to dump her things. It actually made it a lot easier. You’ve dubbed it ‘Luna’s Space’

・Even though she can ‘Accio’ her things, she actually needs her wand to do that, and she also forgets her wand.

・Yes, there are a lot of animals in and around your household

・Luna cannot help but attract them

・And they’re usually a mix of muggle animals as well as magical animals

・Bowtruckles that like to hide in your jacket pockets, jackalope’s that like to sneak inside and fall asleep in front of the fire, a kneazle who actually bonded with you and rarely leaves your side (gets upset when you have to leave her at home)

・You cook as Luna is ghastly at making food

・But she tidies up and makes sure the fire is always burning (for some reason she’s always cold)

・Nights snuggling on the couch, sharing a big fuzzy blanket and staring into the flames,, or reading a book

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝

・Is very messy. He leaves his clothes scattered around the place. You’ve told him that if he continues to do it then you’ll shrink his clothes.

・He respected the threat, and his clothes now live in their proper places

・Is a bit of a wiz in the kitchen -

・Until you realised that he was just enchanting everything to cook themselves

・Is quite social so there’s usually someone coming around each week (either George or Lee Jordan)

・A lot of testers for the joke shop are done at home, so if something blows up then...Fred is in big f*cking trouble

・He actually journals a LOT

・And has some really interesting ideas

・Wants to travel with you, to experience different cultures

・Ultimately he wants to learn about different forms of magic so he can incorporate it into his life and work

・You do visit Molly a lot, and sit down with her, Ginny and Hermione to discuss life

・Arthur becomes a great confidant as well. He has some great knowledge, espcially about his son

・Fred has extravagant gifts for you. They may not be expensive since he’s saving money, but he does want to make you feel special

・In terms of pets, Fred wants ones that can be useful. But sometimes you get lonely when you come home from work and he’s still at the shop

・So you’re still deciding on what you want to get...

𝐂𝐡𝐨

・Wanted to be the sole person in charge of decorating

・An apartment not too far from the heart of London

・Everything in your house is a light blue with hints of silver and a dash of purple

・Took a lot of inspiration from the beauxbatons, their uniform as well as their overall aesthetic with a hint of Ravenclaw

・Everything is very orderly and she likes things in their proper places

・For pets you both have your Hogwarts animal - hers is an owl, and you also surprised her with a completely white ragdoll kitten on her first anniversary together (she absolutely loved it)

・Cho loves to sit down with you and talk about each other’s day. What went on and such

・She’s a very touchy person so she loves when you hold her hand and cup her cheek

・She’s also in touch with her emotions and is usually the first to cry in sad situations

・Has a certain routine for her hair, and it actually does work because it is ALWAYS SHINY

・Likes board games as well

・Has a family game night with her side of the family once every two weeks

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞

・Is surprisingly clean -

・Always picks up after himself and does a bit of spring cleaning here and there

・He picked it up from his mother; someone had to. And he was used to being the clean twin. The one who cleaned up after Fred

・His favourite meal is a full baked roast dinner. With Yorkshire puddings and loads of gravy.

・Once a week you visit the Burrow for dinner. And Molly fusses over you two, saying that you need to eat more. You always leave with a whole sack full of random items for the house. Old lamps, rolls of toilet paper, once she gave you a side table

・Fred is a constant visitor at your and George’s place. He’s almost living there himself

・There’s even been a few times where he’s gotten you groceries

・George is terrible at saying no to you, so whatever you want, you always get

・Your home is practically the Burrow - you liked the feel of George’s home so much that you did your best to recreate it but add a bit of you in as well

・George absolutely loves living with you. His heart is always full.

・Sometimes he’ll come home and Fred will be in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry while you’re on the lounge reading, drawing or listening to music

・It’s a quiet life but George loves it. It’s a reprieve from the shop with Fred, which is always loud and chaotic

・You do visit him and he always has a beaming smile on his face when he sees you

・At home there’s a room full of packages for the joke shop. Some simply toys, others potions and oils. Do you test them out? Sure do - George is happy for you to do so

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲

・Grew up with everything handed to her on a silver platter

・Once she changed her view on muggles, her family basically threw her out

・Taking pity on her, and thinking the world can be better, you created a friendship. Friendship grew to relationship and that grew to love.

・So, instead of being merely roommates, you were now a couple

・She’s not the easiest person to get along with. But once you both found your flow, then you were both settled.

・Pansy forced her femininity in school, but she found that she actually preferred to take on the ‘masculine roles.

・Can’t lie magic is still a big help though, and Pansy would be absolutely lost if she was in the muggle world

・Your friends are now her friends. It took a lot of time for them to get around the idea, especially Ginny, but turns out they bonded really deeply

・When Ginny invited the both of you to the Burrow one day Pansy cried that very night

・She had never seen a family like this

・There was so much love. And Mrs Weasley was so attentive.

・One of the things that Pansy loved the most was when Mrs Weasley called her “dear”

・And you nearly cried because it’s such a little thing and Pansy never got to experience that

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

・He wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this

・Because Harry grew up in the muggle world, as did you, so you were both excited to find the charms that would make domestic life easier

・Like in the Burrow, where Mrs Weasley had the chores done by magic

・So you and Harry went to Hermione to find the charms (for some reason Flitwick hadn’t taught that)

・The first time you used it, you and Harry jumped up in the air and wooped. You high fived and kept doing it on different items

・It’s one of your favourite memories

・Headmaster McGonnagall comes to dinner every second Tuesday - she wanted it to be weekly but she was just too busy.

・She comes in her robes and is tight lipped when she first enters your home. But after she sits down, her demeanour changes.

・Minerva knows what she can and can’t say, but when she’s had a few wines she becomes loose-lipped

・Once she turned into her animagus and fell asleep on your lap, purring loudly

・Sometimes you have to leave the room because her and Harry have very intense conversations; you just want to give him privacy - he never wants you to leave. But you’re usually make ten minutes later with three steaming cups of tea

・You have framed pictures of Dumbledore, Hagrid and Snape hanging on the hallway walls

・His parents are in the centre on the fireplace mantelpiece

・The first night you slept in your own home, Harry cried. When you asked why, he told you a story about the Dursleys

・And then you started crying as well

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞

・Busy lifestyle. She always has something to do, so you both split the chores 50/50 as you both work

・Things always have their place. And when they aren’t in their place Hermione does her best not to lose it

・And the house is always clean (she knows all the charms)

・The kitchen cleans itself, the bed is always made, shoes are at the front door etc

・They’re charms that are a few steps ahead of what Mrs Weasley uses (Hermione learnt them while reading of course). Once she tried to tell Mrs Weasley about them and the red-headed woman practically walked away (she thinks her way is best).

・You’ve asked Hermione to teach you everything she knows, that’s why your relationship works. You love her intelligence and knowledge.

・She isn’t that big on pets though, and has a 5 year plan

“I’m sorry Y/n, but having a pet wasn’t a part of our plan.”

“Hermione please, look at him!”

・She absolutely crumbled when you did the puppy dog eyes while holding the puppy against your face

“...okay fine, but I’m not picking up any poo.” (She most certainly did.)

・So you have beagle called Finley. And Hermione pretended to be indifferent with him for about a week, and then she fell in love

・Finley goes everywhere with you two, and Hermione’s parents are shocked when the three of you turn up to dinner

“Umm, sweetheart why-”

“This is Finley, mum and dad, please treat him with respect.”

𝐑𝐨𝐧

・He had no idea where to start when you first moved in together. He was an absolute mess

“I just don’t know what you mean by decorating! This is too stressful-”

・Has Harry around a lot. Or at least, asks him to come around a lot

・You guys go to the Burrow at least once a week for a family dinner - everyone is there, and when someone can’t attend, Mrs Weasley is nearly on the brink of tears

・After Ron gets used to the idea of living in his own place, with you. He starts to settle. He finds his routine.

・He’s usually the last one to wake up and the last to go to bed.

・Absolutely adores sweets, and keeps a whole drawer full next to his bed. In the middle of the night you’ll hear a rustle and it’s Ron opening a chocolate frog

“Aw, Dumbledore again-”

・Sends howlers to Fred and George, specifically to their shop so they’ll open them in the middle of the store

・You told Ron it was a terrible idea because they hit back 5x harder

・Harry tells Ron about television and Ron absolutely loses it, goes out and buys one the next day

・His favourite programmes are the Vicar of Dibley and Absolutely Fabulous (although pretends to hate it - turns it off whenever you come into the room),

𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲

・So excited to move in together!!!

・Her parents are extra pushy because she’s their little girl. But they know you’ll look after her (which is true, but Ginny is the one who wears the pants in this relationship)

・A lot of Quidditch posters and books

・You have to tell her not to ride her broom in the house

・Wants to adopt ALL THE DOGS

・She’s at Quidditch practice a lot, so you usually get the things you need to get done in that time so when she comes back you can spend time together

・Ginny is always bringing you back flowers. And they’re huge bouquets. They’re different every time

・Likes to surprise you with her cooking skills because Mrs Weasley is a bit traditional that way (she didn’t teach her sons how to cook)

・Actually doesn’t cry that often and has her sh*t together most of the time

・Or she seems like she has her shit together most of the time

・Very good at remembering appointments and the like

・Didn’t care much about decorating the place, but did want it to be cosy like the Burrow

・Has little knick knacks on the kitchen window sill

・And wears gloves while she does the dishes

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

・I think it’s pretty obvious, but Neville’s home would be COVERED with plants. Vines growing on poles, flowers blooming across window sills,

・He waters, feeds and tends to them everyday. Not missing a single one.

・Neville is awake at about 5:30am to do all of it

・Because by that time it’s nearly 7:45 and he has to get ready for work

・Never leaves to go anywhere without giving you a kiss

・Feeds the birds but doesn’t realise that that means a whole flock will came back next time

・You go to see his parents with him at St. Mungos hospital

・And you hold him as he cries in your arms afterwards

・Has nightmares about his parents and it wakes you up in the middle of night

・You met his grandmother and although you have to give her credit for raising Neville, she was quite horrible to him.

・You’ve told Neville that you will have a go at her if she says one bad thing about him (that includes passive aggressiveness, alluding to him, or anything that could be seen as an insult)

・He loves you for it

・But still has a soft place in his heart for the woman that raised him

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨

・After the Battle of Hogwarts Draco’s perspective of the world changed

・He saw horrors as well as allowed horrors to happen. He felt immense guilt.

・And his relationship with his father was practically ruined

・His mother was the only parent he saw. But she still had the outlook that purebloods were the only people worthy of respect

・Draco knew he had to make amends. His conscience was heavy.

・So he went back to Hogwarts and asked the Headmistress McGonaggal how to make up for his wrong doings.

・That’s how you and Draco got together

・After some time, when your relationship was established, he moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and in with you

・It was a difficult transition, especially the fact that there was no one to wait on him hand and foot

・You taught him how to cook - or at least the charms on how to do so

・At first it was goddamn hard, but he endured

・And the look on your face when he got it right ... god ... he needed to impress you again and again. Just to see that look.

・Turns out he’s actually he very good cook. Not that great at cleaning up after himself, but luckily you live in a world of magic

・You even let him decorate wherever he wished

・He chose quite gothic dark academia style

・Rich colours; deep emerald, dark blue, burgundy, maroon

・His mother was still giving him money though-

・And you said that he should invite her over

・That first dinner was especially difficult. The look on her face when she walked in ... you could read exactly what she was thinking ‘small, ... poor, why would he give up living with me for this.’

・But the love for her son outweighed the prejudice in her heart

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tessimagines · 2 years ago

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I AM HERE TO REQUESTTTT, ur writing is literally so good imma gobble it all up!! may i please request, 💥 harry potter w harry, draco and (young) sirius x reader where their lover stood them up on their date on valentines?? the boys know that their lover is literally the worst and despises them but once reader comes crying to them they comfort them?? (!! they have a crush on reader as well)

TY AND I LOVE U <33 take care of yourself! sorry if this was too much!

omg girl of course

A/N: @areislol i know you are asleep but here is something nice for you to wake up too :))

HP Preference: How they Comfort You After you are Stood Up on Valentines Day

Harry Potter

Harry heard from Hermione first

As soon as she told him, he felt his heart drop

Nobody deserved to have that happen to them. And to him, the idea of it happening to you was even more maddening

His first instinct was to find you

When he did, you were sitting alone under a tree by the Great Lake, your eyes set out and focused on the glittering water in front of you

He sat down beside you, and for the first few moments, neither of you said a word

"I'm sorry," he said, "you didn't deserve that"

He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder

He could have stayed like that for hours

Harry made sure to mess with the guy who did it, using his invisibility cloak to make sure all of his belongings mysteriously went missing

Next Valentines day, Harry makes sure you have a Valentines Day you deserve

Draco Malfoy

Draco found you sitting alone at a table in the Great Hall, a book open in front of you

He laughed as he sat down across from you

"I thought you were on your little Valentines date with that Hufflepuff boy"

He was furious when he found out

His immediate thought was to confront the guy who did it to you

It didn't take him long to find him and about half the school heard Draco cuss him out

You only heard through Cho Chang what he had said

When you confronted him about it, he said it was nothing. He told you that he had never liked the guy anyway and it gave him a reason to confront him

It was his eyes that gave his true intentions away

When you kissed him, he didn't quite know what to do with his hands, they were left floating randomly and awkwardly in the air

After a second however, they came to rest on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss

(Young) Sirius Black

Sirius found out when you got back to the Gryffindor common room, a look on your face that was holding back tears

He immediately rushed up out of his spot on the lounge suite and grabbed your elbow to stop you from going up the stairs

When you told him what had happened, he pulled you into his arms

He promised to take you out then and there, giving you a Valentines Day that you deserved

When you told him that he was being ridiculous, that you were okay and just wanted to go up to your room, he shook you off

There was no way you were going to be sitting in your room alone

Sirius led you out the common room and took you over to Hogsmeade

As you two passed the guy you were supposed to be with, Sirius made sure he had his arm sitting around your shoulders

Sirius tried his best to make you laugh over butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks

He held your hand as you walked through the snowing village, feeling more and more proud of himself as the smile on your face grew bigger and bigger

You can make your own request for my Back-to-Writing Celebration or see my general requesting guidelines

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bicholsdrarrysideblog · 1 year ago

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HEY i did this for the @hd-erised 2023 fest and it has me VERY EXCITED because the Erised Fest literally kills it EVERY TIME! my god the level of quality in that fest... my god.

view on AO3 here! <33333

#hpdm #harry potter fanart #draco malfoy fanart #drarry #erised 2023 #bruv i really liked how the colors turned out on this one #i normally dont work with green lmfao its just that i prefer the pinks and the blues and the purples and the oranges #but i was REEEALLY wanting some greenery on this one #and i wanted GREEN LIGHT DAMNIT #but i also wanted WARMTH #idk i think it turned out pretty okay #drawn by me

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shrimpalbuspotter · 7 months ago

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I genuinely don't know how to control my emotions everytime I see someone compare two Harry Potter ships (mostly Drarry) with COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONALITYS just because it's "the same dynamic" (like Gryffindor x Slytherin or enemies to lovers or secret relationships...)

FOR EXAMPLE. SCORBUS AND DRARRY... ARRRG!! I ranted about this to my friend today because they made a comparison and I freaked out...

See, Drarry has both the dynamics I mentioned above. In the version i have in my head (aka, as canon accurate as possible) they hated eachother, but there was something about the other they couldn't help find enticing. They wanted to a claw a space inside the other where they could fit, all nails and teeth and obsession. Neither of then admitted this, because they were too busy with their own missions, and wanted to defeat eachother. They probably confused those feelings for hatred anyway, Harry thinking he needs to always be looking at Draco incase he does something evil etc etc. And if they were to get together? It'd be in adulthood, or atleast after months of communication and friendship where they can realise their feelings. And after that, Draco would want everyone to know that he is so happy with his new boyfriend slash husband, making it as public as he can, before running off to live in a Manor hidden from everyone. This is one last rebellious move towards Lucius, which Harry is very glad to help with. (Similarly, I dislike when Draco is made into the sweet doting soft "wife material" husband. He will scratch Harry before touching a single dish. He is rather scowling or smiling smuggly. Their relationship is a competition)

SCORBUS? They are THE friends to lovers. Both of them adore the other so much and they aren't afraid to show it, they just don't know how. Albus would sacrifice the world for Scorpius and Scorpius would go through hell for Albus (COUGH.. ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE). And unlike Drarry, both are aware of their crushes on the other, they just don't want to ruin this perfect thing they have going on. The love they share is so deep and beautiful that it carrys its own magic, and when they do eventually get together (much earlier than Drarry would. Like 15) they won't make it a huge deal. Albus hates the attention he gets in Hogwarts already, and they are both so awkward around eachother in the oddest ways. It won't be a secret, they just won't actively tell people unless they ask. Also, unlike Drarry, Scorbus is gentle. They want to merge into eachother as much as they can, and become one person. They want to fuse, but obviously they can't, so they share sudden hugs and nervous smiles and the grazing of their hands while they walk so close to eachother they look attached by the shoulders. Both of them are so sweet and silly with the other, Albus specifically stepping out of his shell and letting himself be excited and touchy with Scorpius compared to being the quiet, angry "Squib".

Um... but yeah! They aren't the same... if you want me to make another one of these with a different couple I gladly will I'm passionate.

#harry potter #scorbus #harry potter next generation #hp next gen #scorpius malfoy #albus potter #hp #albus severus potter #cursed child #drarry #draco malfoy #i love both of them but NEVER at the same time. EVER #i prefer Scorbus... obviously #but drarry is special to me too #nostalgia wise

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apparentlytheproblem · 2 years ago

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cheek kisses with dracoo

m w w a h h h

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: I'm starting of my inbox cleaning with this trope since this was the most looked forward to. tysm for taking the time to request, I appreciate it and I hope you find some hidden joy while reading this, requests are always open, with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

draco malfoy was one to be up after lunch if he could help it. he had such a gravitational pull to his bed that he'd never want to leave it alone. but i suppose you had different plans on how the day would be spent.

he's grogilly woken up with someone towering above him. he was quite happy with the position as he lifts himself up abruptly. you were very close, straddling him while he's just having the most intrusive thoughts run around that pretty head of his.

wonder what she'd look like without the blouse?

he pulls you closer with ease, his hands going under your thighs. ypur knees buckled. who could'nt help but smile to be woken up like this.

"can we leave now?"

draco just burried his face into your and all to be heard was a mhmmm. my draling was'nt fully awake, for this could've easily been mistaken as one of his many dreams.

she used her hand to raise his jaw to her sight and peppered his cheeks with kisses. a lazy smile had scrambled to his face now, draco malfoy had been officially been waken without a fuss in the morning.

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urwhorecrux · 11 months ago

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How would the hp boys handle an argument with their partner?

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥.

ft. harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, & draco malfoy.

pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.

warnings. fluff, arguing, slight angst.

a/n. if you have any specific harry potter boy you wanna see in my prefrences, request it and i'll add it. <3

word count (all). 1.2k

masterlist. my preferences. send me a request <3.

— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

He usually keeps his temper calm with you no matter what, but today was different for him. With everyone being on him about Voldemort returning and the daily prophet, he needed your support more than anything.

He couldn't put down that stupid daily prophet, at breakfast he read every single lie that sat on the page. You continiously warned him about it, even suggesting he takes a break from reading it and enjoy a breakfast with you, ron, and hermione, but he resisted. He carried it and read it everywhere he went, hardly ever putting it down.

You attempted to pry it gently from his hands before bed, insisting he take a break and try again tomorrow. Instead, he continued with it, getting slightly defensive towards you.

You continued attempting to take it from him, before he snapped, slightly raising his voice.

Your eyes slowly became glossy, filling with tears. You've never seen him so- bad-tempered. Even with others, he would still be upset yet would cool off before thinking about anything to say.

You quickly gathered your things, rushing out of his dorm before he could say anything to even attempt to apologize for yelling. As you reached your dorm your eyes were red with tears still dripping from the duct of your eyes. You eventually fell asleep, without harry and without a comforting thought of him.

The next morning at breakfast he approached you, with open arms which you avoided.

"Y/n, love please just let me tal-" he was interrupted by you hurridely running off, leaving for hours on before he saw you after school, in the courtyard.

He approached you again in the courtyard, this time with flowers and a letter.

"Y/n, please just-just stay and listen this time", he sat everything next to you, along with himself.

"I really am sorry for the way I acted, I swear I'll never raise my voice at you again, it's not what you deserve."

You inched over towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his face.

"Haz, it's alright just- put down that stupid prophet when I say so" you giggled.

"I won't even go near it anymore" He smirked, placing soft kisses across your face.

— 𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀

Ron, being stubborn, had argued with you about how he'd constantly been copying your work.

After long quidditch practices he couldn't make the dedication to completely finish all his schoolwork, so he decided to ask you for help one night. Then, that one night turned to a couple days of work, then a full week of work. To the point where he had barely been trying in his classes, relying on you for the work.

Teachers couldn't help but notice, and eventually called you both out on it, getting you both in trouble. That led to Ron continuing to copy your work, no matter what the teachers say.

You tried telling him off for it, insisting that he wouldn't learn that way. But, instead of hearing you out he'd just left, left from your dorm and continued to ignore you for two days.

Two days later, you found him in class, the one he hadn't been going to due to loads of work and worrying about everything except class, and even though he didn't show it, he was still worried about you even though he was the one who stormed out.

After class he found you in your dorm, your roomates cleared out.

"Y/n.. can I come in?" he knocked softly on the door, an innocent look on his eyes.

You nodded, expecting for him to ask for your help again, ignoring the situation where he walked out on you two days ago. Instead he didn't, he spoke softly, "I know i've been slacking off in school, I didn't expect it to be like this though",

"Okay, continue", you stated.

"I wanna make it up to you y/n, I really do. I'll actually try harder and catch up this time, I mean it."

You slightly smiled, not ecxpecting him to actually remember or care to make it up to you, but he did.

— 𝑪𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑶𝑹𝒀

Every so often you remembered that Cho was Cedric's ex, and that you weren't the first person to date him. It didn't really get to you, until eventually you saw her desperately trying to get his attention more and more.

When you'd been at Cedric's quidditch matches you seemed to notice you weren't the only one running down to go see him and cheer him on, she was too. After games she always lingered around.

"Cedric, that was great!" she smiled at him, practically drooling over him anytime he did anything.

"Yea, um- thanks." he quickly shrugged, his attention turning back to you.

You let it rest that time, not thinking much of it and not caring that he even talked to her, until the next time she offered to take him out, right after another match.

You knew you could trust Cedric but she was no where near trustworthy.

Later on you found the both of them, her unusually close to his face. You waited a few moments behind a wall, hearing small echos of their voices.

"Ced, please lets just- you know, get back toge-" you interrupted coming from behind the corner, gasping softly.

Cedric looks towards you, attempting to speak up and rush after you, but he knew you were already set off after you saw the two of them together.

The next morning you awoke to an unexpected surprise in your dorm, Cedric smiling down at you.

"Ced, what was that yesterday?" you frowned.

"Love I promise, I want nothing to do with her she just came up to me, I'm all yours just don't be upset" He interlocked his hand with yours, innocent eyes glaring at you.

"It'll never happen again?" you questioned, softly pouting at him.

"Never love, I promise."

— 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑭𝑶𝒀

With the stress surrounding Draco during his 6th year back, it eventually started to affect you too. You both were most likely always busy, you with the slug club and him with his missions which Voldemort and his father set him on.

He had one coming up that was more than dangerous, a task he'd never done before and couldn't be sure that he would fullfil.

"Dray, you can't do it just tell you father he'd understa-"

You were interrupted by Draco's tone of voice, him lashing out towards you with no regrets it seemed.

You were nearly surprised he'd raise his voice at you, as it nearly never happens but this time it did. Your sight filled with water, you attempted to speak back, but it felt like you just choked. You sit still on his bed, unsure of anything to say.

"I have to go y/n, you don't understand" he scoffed, continuing to pack.

"Dray, please- just please don't do go I really mean it"

He looked to you with glossy eyes, becoming slightly hesitant, he sat next to you, nuzzling his neck into your shoulders.

"Y/n, love, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting it's just-"

"No, I know. Just please don't take this mission, any other one not this one though".

He cupped you cheek gently, nodding his head slightly, holding the mission off.

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wynt3rrr · 2 years ago

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nadinebrooks · 14 days ago

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Draco Malfoy x Reader: The Edge of Friendship

Warnings: One mention of an adult topic, but nothing bad at all.

Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room, the faint green light from the underwater view casting a shadow on his parchment. He was supposed to be finishing his Transfiguration essay, but his quill hovered over the paper, unmoving.

His thoughts kept drifting back to (y/n), the extroverted and affectionate Hufflepuff who had been a constant presence in his life since they were children.

(y/n)’s parents passed away when she was too young to remember them so she lived with her aunt, Amelia.

Amelia was the personal chef for the Malfoys. This was not known, but the wealthy family was absolutely wonderful employers. The Malfoys never treated Amelia as if she was below them.

They even encouraged (y/n)’s aunt to start bringing (y/n) around when she was working so that could play with Draco while she was working.

Lucius would never admit this to anyone but Narcissa, but he loved looking out the manor windows and watching the two children run outside or hear their footsteps as they raced around the upper floors of the manor.

That was before Hogwarts, back when things had been simple. They were inseparable - laughing, teasing, and sharing everything. But now, things are … different.

Sure, they still spend time together, occasionally meeting to study or walk through Hogsmead, but it wasn’t enough. Not for her apparently.

She’d been spending more time with Cedric Diggory, and it was driving Draco mad. He hated the way she laughed at Cedric’s jokes, how she grinned when he complimented her, and how she canceled their plans to be with him.

Draco snapped his quill in frustration. Blaise Zabini, sitting nearby, raised a dark eyebrow. “What’s got you in a mood?”

“Nothing,” Draco muttered, though his clenched jaw and furrowed brow told a different story.

Blaise smirked knowingly. “Let me guess - (y/n)?”

Draco glared at him, but Blaise only chuckled and turned back to his work.

The next day in Potions, Draco found himself partnered with (y/n). She greeted him with her usual bright smile, and he felt a pang of something he couldn’t quite name.

“Ready to tackle Amortentia?” she asked cheerfully, tying her hair back as he prepared their cauldron.

“Sure,” he said flatly, trying to focus on the instructions instead of the way she smelled faintly of vanilla and something floral.

As they worked, (y/n) filled the silence with chatter about her week. She mentioned her plans to meet Cedric in the library later, and Draco’s grip on his stirring rod tightened.

“Diggory, again?” he said, unable to keep the irritation out of his voice.

She looked at him curiously. “Yeah. He’s helping me with my Charms essay. Why?”

“Just seems like you’re spending a lot of time with him,” Draco said, keeping his tone casual.

“He’s nice,” (y/n) shrugged. “And Charms is his best subject.”

“Nice?” Draco snorted. “Please, Diggory’s not as perfect as everyone thinks he is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Draco?” (y/n) frowned, a little confused. She never heard anyone say anything bad about Cedric.

“It means you shouldn’t trust him so easily. He’s not who you think he is.”

“Draco,” she responded, her voice tinged with exasperation. “Cedric has been nothing but kind to me. Maybe you’re just jealous.”

“Jealous?” he repeated, scoffing. “Of Diggory? Don’t be ridiculous.”

She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to their potion, but the tension between them lingered for the rest of the class.

That evening in the common room, Pansy Parkinson plopped down next to Draco, who was still brooding over his encounter with (y/n).

“What’s with the sulking?” she asked, propping her chin on her hand.

“None of your business, Parkinson.” Draco snapped.

“Did (y/n) really upset you that much?” She sniggered. “You only call me by my last name when you’re pissed. You’re so obvious about her.”

Draco glared at his friend. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You like her. You probably always have. That’s why you’re so bothered by Diggory.”

“I don’t - “ he began, but Pansy cut him off.

“Save it, Malfoy. It’s absolutely pathetic.”

Draco opened his mouth to retort, but found he didn’t have anything to say. He thought about the way his heart raced when she smiled at him, the way her felt protective whenever she was upset, and the way it infuriated him to see her with Cedric.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair.

Pansy smiled triumphantly. “Took you long enough.”

The realization haunted Draco for the next few days. Every time he saw (y/n), his feelings grew stronger. He wanted to tell her, but every time he thought about it, he pictured her with Cedric, and the words died in his throat.

Instead, he found himself watching from the sidelines, his jealousy and frustration building. He didn’t understand what she saw in Diggory. The Hufflepuff golden boy was far too perfect, too polished.

There had to be something wrong with him. He couldn’t be that perfect, right?

Over the next couple of months, Draco’s mood was sour and his nerves were frayed. (y/n) had been distant lately, more so than usual, and it only fueled his frustration. Worse, she seemed glued to Cedric Diggory’s side.

Heading into early December, things surrounding Cedric and (y/n) seemed to die down a little bit. It didn’t seem like things between the golden couple were so golden anymore.

One morning mid-December, the Great Hall was hushed with whispers as Draco slid into his seat. Across the room at the Hufflepuff table, (y/n) sat hunched over, her head low, her expression unreadable. Cedric, notably absent, had left the Hall shortly before Draco arrived.

By lunchtime, the rumors were deafening.

“Did you hear?” Pansy whispered linking her arm with Draco’s as the two of them slipped into Charms class. She looked up at him with a sorrowful expression. “Diggory broke up with (y/n)? In front of everyone.”

Draco’s stomach twisted. His first instinct was relief - Diggory was finally out of the picture, but that feeling was quickly replaced by anger. Cedric didn’t deserve (y/n), but she didn’t deserve to be humiliated, either.

Draco didn’t wait for class to end. He knew exactly where she would be. Slipping out of Charms early, he made her way to the Astronomy Tower. He found her sitting on the cold stone steps, hugging her knees to her chest.

“(y/n),” he called softly.

She glanced up, her red-rimmed eyes meeting him. “What are you doing here, Draco?”

He hesitated before stepping closer. “I heard about Diggory. Are you-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she interrupted, her voice cracking.

Draco sighed and sat down beside her. “I’m not leaving until you do.”

(y/n) stared at the horizon, silent for a long moment before finally speaking. “He said I wasn’t who he thought I was. That I wasn’t “serious enough,” whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

Draco clenched his fist. “What rubbish? He doesn’t deserve you, (y/n). You’re too good for him and I hope you know that.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “Too good? I feel like a fool. No, I am a fool. I let him get too close, and now I’m the one left here feeling like this.”

Draco frowned, unsure of what she meant. “Too close?”

“Yeah, I thought he cared about me. He told me he cared. I mean we had sex for fucks sake. I guess he saw us as more of friends with benefits. I’m stupid.”

Her admission sent a wave of emotion crashing over Draco - anger, protectiveness, and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name. “You’re not stupid,” he said firmly. “He’s the one who’s blind, not you. He doesn’t deserve a second thought.”

(y/n)’s lip trembled, and before he knew what he was doing, Draco reached out and pulled her into his arms. She stiffened at first, but then melted into his embrace, burying her face in his chest.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She murmured.

“Because I care about you,” Draco said softly, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve always cared for you (y/n).”

Before either of them could say anything more, a voice called out from behind them.

“Oi, Malfoy!”

Draco and (y/n) turned to see the Weasley twins standing a few feet away, identical smirks on their faces.

“What’s this? Malfoy playing the knight in shining armor?” Fred teased.

George added, “Careful, (y/n). He might try to charge you for his services.”

Draco glared at the two of them, his cheeks flushing. “Bugger off, Weasleys.”

But (y/n) managed a weak laugh, wiping her eyes. “Thanks for the concern, guys.”

As the twins walked away, still laughing, Draco turned back to his girl. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

The following days passed in a blur. (y/n) seemed to be healing, slowly but surely. She spent more time with Draco, leaning on him for support in a way she never had before. For Draco, it was both exhilarating and torturous. He wanted more - wanted her - but he couldnt bring himself to tell her how he felt.

One afternoon, as they sat by the Black Lake, (y/n) turned to him. “You’ve been so good to me lately, Draco. I don’t deserve it.”

He frowned deeply. “Don’t say that. You deserve everything.”

She smiled faintly but didn’t respond.

Later that evening, Draco found himself cornered by Pansy and Blaise in the common room.

“You’re hopeless,” Pansy said, shaking her head. “Just tell her how you feel already.”

“I can’t,” Draco muttered. “She just got out of a relationship. I don’t want to ruin things.”

Blaise smirked. “Ruin what? Your friendship? Mate, you’ve already crossed that line.”

Draco scowled, but their words stuck with him.

The next day, Draco decided he couldn’t want any longer. He found (y/n) in the courtyard, sitting under a tree with a book in her lap.

“(y/n),” he said, his voice uncharacteristically nervous.

She looked up, her expression curious. “What’s up?”

Draco sat down beside her, running a hand through his hair. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Of course.” (y/n) nodded closing her book so that she could give Draco her completely undivided attention.

He took a deep breath, his usual confidence faltering. “I like you. More than a friend should. I’ve felt this way for a while, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

(y/n) stared at him, her eyes wide.

“I know I’m not exactly the nicest person,” Draco continued,”but I care about you. And i Can’t stand seeing you hurt.”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Draco…”

“I’m so sorry (y/n). I shouldn’t have said anything and now I’ve ruined our friendship-”

“No, stop. I like you too, Draco.”

His eyes widened. You do?”

She giggled, shaking her head a little. “Of course I do, you idiot. Why do you think I’ve spent so much time with you? I am not someone to spend time with people I don’t like.”

Relief washed over him, and before he could think, he leaned in and kissed her. She responded immediately, her hands tangling in his hair.

When they finally pulled apart, (y/n) grinned. “Took you long enough.”

Draco chuckled, his usual smirk returning. “Well, I’ve always liked a challenge.”

As they sat together under the tree, the tension between them finally gone. Draco couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, things were finally falling into place.

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