#draco malfoy x ginny wealsey

[ferretandtheweasel]

So how many of my drinny mutuals are reading this masterpiece??

I literally cannot recommend this fic enough! It’s a masterpiece. The author is updating it regularly and the slow burn is truly off the charts. Chemistry is oozing!

To top it all off the world building is insane! It’s set in a universe where Harry doesn’t exist, or at least there was no chosen one to stop Voldemort and Voldemort has already died after creating a world based on blood purity.

The descendants of 13 “Sacred” pure blood families who originally helped Voldemort in gain power are running the world. Draco is obviously the top 1 % and Ginny’s the descendant of Blood Traitors.

If you all get a chance please read it! There’s resistance too, in the form of Order but they’re mostly secretly operating. I don’t think I am doing justice to how engaging this fic is. Please read the fic rather than reading my inadequate attempts at explaining this masterpiece!

[lilithslittleworld]

Doing it with the Harry Potter characters is like (headcanons):

Girls:

Hermione Granger: mostly submissive, though she 100% sets the pace w Ron. I feel like she's really delicate and loving, a soft kind of seduction. She looks really pretty and sounds even prettier if yk what I mean ;) She most definitely looks up or over at you with doe eyes.

Luna Lovegood: Switch 100%. Like Hermione, she's angelic and so soft, her fingertips are as gentle as the breeze. She isn't too loud but still sounds so lovely. Her dominant side is very encouraging, filled with praise and pretty words towards you.

Ginny Weasley: More dominant than submissive. Ginny seems like the kind of girl that knows what she wants and gets it. Definitely into praising you but would rather see you on your knees begging. Totally into dirty talking.

Boys:

Harry Potter: total sub, what can I even say? He loves to please you and make you feel good, even if he is a little shy about it. Will listen and follow any request or demand you give. Definitely into being restrained and watching you touch yourself. Whimpers.

Ron Weasley: switch but leans more towards the submissive side. Like Harry, he loves making you feel good but isn't shy about it. (he was at first.) Into roleplay and having sex in risky situations/places. Makes a lot of noise and isn't ashamed about it (he sounds so hot).

Fred Weasley: Dominant with an exception for sometimes being submissive. Fred loves teasing you, watching you squirm in anticipation. Into anything that involves sex in risky places/situations, sensory deprivation, tying you up and making you watch him, etc. Dirty talk throughout every interaction but with a lot of praise. His more submissive side is literally submitting to you fully, like on his knees and up for anything you ask of him.

George Weasley: George is really wholesome and loving during sex. Like his brother, he's after making you feel good but from a softer approach. Loves caressing you, watching you as he makes you feel good, telling you he loves you, and especially loves it when you moan his name.

Draco Malfoy: Draco's a tricky one because he gives off both very dominant and very submissive vibes, depending on context. I say he's a switch but is never a hard dom. He's really caring, though he doesn't show it in public. Loves when you wear different sets of lingerie and when you take the upper hand. Ngl, he probably likes being humiliated a little LOL.

Tom Riddle: very passionate. very. Is more dominant than submissive and likes to be in charge of what and how much you feel. Loves when you beg, when you look up at him, watching you touch yourself but also loves when you watch him too. Into literally almost anything. However, he cares deeply for you and is loving in his own way.

(Marauder's era) Remus Lupin: switch, leaning towards more submissive. Loves pleasuring you and having you tell him what to do. Quiet and shy but in the hottest way. Loves worshipping you and telling you how much he loves you. Soft, caring, sweet and wholesome vibes.

(Marauder's era) Sirius Black: definitely dominant. Similar to Freddie, Sirius loves teasing you, having you beg for him, and watching you squirm under his touch/words. Loves head, both giving and receiving, dirty talking to you (praise mixed with humiliation) and hearing you say his name, especially when you cum.

[rafesproactiveprettygirl]

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[liiilyevans]

Hi love, life's been a bit mad lately, and I've totally slacked off on the fanfic front. I noticed you've got AO3 on lockdown, and I've shot off a request for an invite too. Have you managed to start any fresh stories lately? Honestly, I'm a massive fan of your writing, and I can't wait to read more of your awesome stories!

Hello nonny! Yes I have just to be safe with all the AIs around.

I have a couple new stories at the moment.

Shatter Your Illusions of Love

Katie Bell is Healer at St. Mungo's. She deals with difficult patients all the time. Just usually not ones who have saved her life before.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Harry and Ginny's journeys through the holiday season, as well as Draco and Astoria's. Or, a contrast of these two wonderful couples.

A Christmas Miracle

Remus ran a hand over his face. Fortnite. He could see the headlines now. Young man driven to murder after his boyfriend failed to complete Christmas wrapping. He wondered if they served yams in prison. “Sirius-” “Reg is coming,” Sirius said, picking at the thread on the sleeve of his sweater. Remus’ brow furrowed. “Reg? As in your brother Regulus?” “That’d be him.” ~ With Regulus coming to their Christmas party, Remus can't help the protectiveness he feels over his boyfriend. Muggle AU.

[beansnsoup]

SEND IN YOUR HARRY POTTER REQUESTS 💕💕💕

(I haven't fully watched/read fantastic beasts so I can't write for any of those characters)

[ladygi]

Hogwarts houses pt.4

Gryffindor

[lydscare]

nicknames / petnames for hp characters

a/n: trying to get into the mindset for these characters so i could write them better

reader tends to be gender-neutral // my masterlist

cedric

darling, love, sunshine

draco

babe, baby, darling, love

fred

little lion/snake/badger/raven (based on your hogwarts house), hun, beautiful

george

darling, honey, sugar

ginny

cutie, hottie

harry

dear, love, beautiful

hermione

love, n/n (nickname)

luna

bunny, love, birdy

neville

petal, dove, love

tonks

a short version of your name, idiot (affectionately)

ron

hun, love

[mangomakii]

BOOKS AND SNEAKY KISSES - harry potter

i am in my harry potter phase i fear.

warnings: mentions of studying throughout. kissing no specific gender stated!

hermione granger ;

ah yes, the study queen herself. if you somehow manage to get her to study with you, there better be no ulterior motives because they will not work. hermione pushes you to the absolute max with spells, potions, and various bouts of magical history. you'll learn things you would have never thought to be a part of human understanding all while admiring her determined face. it wasn't as if you didn't want to study... you just got a little distracted by the beauty in front of you. "y/n, are you even listening? you do know that this paper is due by tomorrow night, right?" of course you know when the papers due. how could you not with snape breathing down your nose for you to turn it in. but, all you could think about was hermione — not some paper on troll snot and its health benefits. "can i kiss you?" you had blurted it out accidently. bundles of curls snapped towards you, slightly angry but slightly flustered. "you have work to do!" "please..." and who was hermione to deny the slight pout of her partners lips? "just one and then you're writing that paper, got it?" "yes ma'am."

harry potter ;

it's not studying per se... but you do get work done! (sometimes.) attempting to study with harry almost always leads to indulging in conversations about the world and what is in it. everything is up for grabs — from god to how frogs are able to jump. it is limitless in its discussion, but often meaningful. (until you get to sharing gossip about things you've seen while under a certain invisibility cloak.) when the two of you do decide to focus on school work, it is usually short lived. whatever paper you have due is neglected after a small snag is hit, and from there the conversations pick right back up. it's extremely common for you and harry to be the last ones in the library. both of you entranced by the ideas the other has. "i wonder why there are so many stars. do you think magic can make stars?" it's a strange question from you, but harry will answer nonetheless. "well, magic can make pretty much anything right?" "right." "do you think magic made us then?" now that was a big question. his glasses were off, and his eyes were closed as he lay next to you on the floor. you kissed him quickly on the cheek. "magic can make a lot of things. so why not us?"

ronald weasley ;

depending on his mood, ron is surprisingly studious. (aka when he has over twenty missing assignments.) he's had hermione on his back for years now so he knows how to catch up on an assignment or two. assuming you're the more studious one, ron will consistently ask you to revise his papers and worksheets. you often scold him for not being able to notice the more obvious flaws in his work — such as spelling mistakes. (there is no grammarly in the wizarding world.) but, you check his work nonetheless. on days when ron is not in the mood, studying often proves difficult. he'll distract you with prospects of sweets, sleep, and just relaxing. "we could go down and get those rolls... or we could just lay in bed..." it proves quite difficult to tune out ron's desires but you have to finish these writings before your professors bite your head off. "later. later." then, the quill is being plucked from your hands and placed lightly on the table. and pieces of ginger hair are flooding your vision as ron leans in close to you. "it's not like resting for ten minutes will kill you, right?" and ginger hair meets forehead as a kiss is planted on your lips.

george weasley ;

seeing as george and his twin would rather give puking patsy's to the first years as opposed to doing their work, it is unlikely that studying goes well with george. however, george is exceptionally considerate when it comes to your diligent studying. george will bring you whatever it is you need; from water all the way to the answers from a past worksheet that he tricked some poor fifth year out of. of course, george will be a kind boyfriend and sit with you as you study. he'll talk, and work on whatever latest contraption he and fred are creating. a comfortable silence falls onto the two of you as you both work on whatever needs to be done. you both can work well into the night with only exchanging a maximum of thirty words. but, past a certain point george can get a little restless. he's more than fine with the shared silence, but george also enjoys hearing your voice. he'll sacrifice getting scolded by you if it means he can hear you. "love, how long have you been studying exactly?" it takes a simple glance to the clock on the wall for your answer: "about five hours now." "and you're telling me your leg hasn't fallen asleep once this whole time?" it's such a strange question that you giggle a bit at it. (much to george's delight.) "we could go for a walk..." you spare george an upward glance and quirk of your eyebrow. "you've been studying for so long, love. get out and do something!" the previous look does not waiver as you attempt to communicate to george your stress without actively speaking. "fine. i will leave you alone." and he does. for five minutes. he's back and his arms are snaking around your waist ever so lightly. and his hands are meeting at your stomach and yanking you up. your legs are flailing and arms are hitting his lightly. and all you hear is his breathy chuckle as he walks you with him in his arms around the length of the library. and with each step, he presses a myriad of kisses into your creased forehead.

fred weasley ;

studying sure is fun, isn't it? combine multiple hours of sitting still with the efforts of a certain red-head trying to prevent you from doing just that and you'll be met with a recipe for disaster. the thing is, it's not like fred does it distinctly on purpose — he's just never been a studier, and that rubs off whenever he's around it. of course, george was the more "studious" between the two but it wasn't like he was the 'brightest wizard of his age.' So, Fred had always taken to annoying his brother in his academic endeavours and thus did the same to you. And for the amount of time you've know fred, you've grown used to his distractions. around exam times, fred grows particularly restless as he watches you toil away at countless scrolls and textbooks about various subjects. he'll do more and more extravagant things to try and get you to abandon your studies. for example, in your fourth year he got one of the second years to find the answers to one of your exams. it was a semi-sweet gesture that almost got him snubbed by snape had it not been for george and yours combined efforts. back to your current predicament, a certain ginger has taken it upon himself to plop his body right between you and your work. "fred, can you...move?" you were met with a simple head shake, and it took all of your willpower to not shove this man off your lap. and although this was one of fred's lighter distractions, it was a distraction nonetheless. "fred...." "darling, please. i've sat here for ages without speaking to you. i'm bored!" fred's naturally coy personality had given way to his own need for attention. but, he looked so cute like that... with his hair tossed around and eyes slightly wide. it was a small kiss. well, until fred grabbed you by the collar and made it a bit bigger. guess studying was gonna have to wait.

draco malfoy ;

now, studying with or around draco is noted for its silence. draco could sit for near hours without any speaking — especially if he's focused on his work. you can try your best at vying for his attention, but will most likely be met with a stone cold wall of a boyfriend. but his resolve is almost applause worthy as he sits for hours on end pouring over potions homework. (because he's worried that the professor will fail him if he's not up to par.) in all the attempts you've made, draco rarely ever breaks or even bends. for example, in the third year you had decided you needed draco's attention while he was studying for a herbology test and elected to charm his textbooks into plants themselves. (with each turn, a new plant would sprout up on the pages.) to any normal person, this would be enough to at least set the book down; but not malfoy! he merely pawed through the pages while ripping out the plants. (and muttering a few curses at you under his breath at you.) so, every attempt you make is more grand than the last. you're more than sure that draco's grown more than tired of your antics, but you don't really care. this time, you would make sure his potions work would be put aside — even if for a moment. "draco. draco. draco." "i'm not some ghost that can be summoned if you say my name three times fast, hun." not a single one of his limbs or bones moved to remove his attention from his potions textbook. you leaned across your shared table and began to play with his hand not lying on the textbook. if there was one thing about draco that he didn't want anyone to know; it was his hand sensitivity. while you thought it was cute, draco wanted to bash your head in whenever you took advantage of it. dragging your fingers from the beginning of his wrist down the last knuckle of his pointer finger, you felt him jump a little. each trace of your finger dragged draco farther and farther from his textbook and closer towards the slight touch of your hands. "draco..." this time, his head snapped up to look at you. you couldn't help but laugh at his lack of resolve from simple touch. you stood quickly, pushing your chair out from under you with great exaggeration. a swift kiss was placed onto dracos lips as you left him and his studies. "god damn it." and just like that, draco had abandoned his studies.

ginny weasley ;

books and books and more books were piled around the shared library table between you and ginny. it had become a sort of game between you two to see who could distract the other the most. from paper balls to charms cast across the wooden table — there was no limit to the amount of tactics deployed by the two of you. the two of yours transfiguration textbooks lay between various piles of snacks, paper, quills, and a stark variety of weasley products. ginny's main tactics in distracting you manifest in the form of frustrating you. usually, she would make herself well into your personal space and tease you to the maximum. it would start off small. with sitting close to you and reaching over you to "get something" or with the classic "there's something on your cheek." and you would play along with her little stunts—feigning misunderstanding just to make her feel like she was winning. (there's no way to tell who actually is.) it's a simple, yet dangerous game. the regular completion rate for when the two of you work together is around 5%. (essentially three sentences.) with each sleight of hand or look in the eye, the two of you drift farther and farther from the responsibilities you had both agreed to. this time, ginny elected to "tutoring" you as a means of distraction. "and what's the answer to this one, dove?" with two delicate fingers holding up your chin, distracting you from the problem, and green eyes staring straight into your soul— ginny had won. "oh? you don't know the answer? we just studied this one..." she'll give you the most "sympathetic" pout as she toys with you. and as you look up at her with the most determined yet defeated look, she'll press her lips against yours as her winning prize. she's always been the type to win, hasn't she?

[thehutof-hagrid]

Kinktober 2022

Harry Potter

(Yes the characters will be repeated)

Day one: Fred Weasley x reader

Day two: Draco Malfoy x reader

Day three: Ron Weasley x reader

Day four: Rubeus Hagrid x reader

Day five: Lucius Malfoy x reader

Day six: Bellatrix Lestrange x reader

Day seven: Fred Weasley x reader

Day eight: Lucius Malfoy x reader x Narcissa Malfoy

Day nine: Draco Malfoy x reader

Day ten: George Weasley x reader

Day eleven: Harry Potter x reader

Day twelve: Luna Lovegood x reader

Day thirteen: George Weasley x reader

Day fourteen: Severus Snape x reader

Day fifteen: Draco Malfoy x reader

Day sixteen: Fred Weasley x reader

Day seventeen: Hermione Granger x reader

Day eighteen: Severus Snape x reader

Day nineteen: Lucius Malfoy x reader

Day twenty: Bill Weasley x reader

Day twenty one: Fred Weasley x reader

Day twenty two: Fred Weasley x reader

Day twenty three: Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Day twenty four: George Weasley x reader

Day twenty five: Harry Potter x reader

Day twenty six: Bellatrix Lestrange x reader

Day twenty seven: Fred Weasley x reader

Day twenty eight: Ron Weasley x reader

Day twenty nine: Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Day thirty: Severus Snape x reader

Day thirty one: Fred Weasley x reader

[mariesdeluluworld]

𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 |𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧|𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

Y/n’s last month with the Dursleys wasn’t fun. True, Dudley was now so scared of him and Harry he wouldn’t stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn’t shut Y/n or Harry in their cupboard, force them to do anything, or even shout at them — in fact, they didn’t speak to Y/n or Harry at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any chair with either Y/n or Harry in it were empty. 

Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while. Y/n and Harry kept to their room, with their new owls for company. After a while, Harry kept calling her owl, Y/n had enough, and they spent one afternoon coming up with names for the owl. Finally, Harry had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History of Magic. 

Their school books were very interesting. Most of July was taken up with Y/n laying on his bed, reading his books — especially Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them by Newt Scamander and his dragon books he bought at Flourish and Blotts. His potions book was also interesting along with his herbology textbook, but Harry wasn’t all that thrilled about either of them. He was more transfixed on his Defense against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration textbook. Y/n laid on his bed reading late into the night, with Patroclus and Hedwig swooping in and out of the open window as they pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn’t come into vacuum anymore, because Hedwig and Patrcolus kept bringing back dead mice. 

Every night before he went to sleep, both he and Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper they had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first. And every night, Y/n dreamt of strange and magical things awaiting him at Hogwarts. 

On the last day of August Y/n thought they’d better speak to their aunt and uncle about getting to King’s Cross station the next day, so after convincing Harry, they both went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. Harry cleared his throat to let them know he and Y/n were there, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room. Y/n had to fight the smirk that was threatening to form on his face. 

“Er — Uncle Vernon?” 

Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening.

“Er — we need to be at King’s Cross tomorrow to — to go to Hogwarts.” Uncle Vernon grunted again. 

“Would it be all right if you gave us a lift?”

Grunt. Harry and Y/n supposed that meant yes. 

“Thank you.” 

They were about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke. “Funny way to get to a wizards’ school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?” Harry or Y/n didn’t say anything. 

“Where is this school, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” said Harry, realizing this for the first time. Y/n pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket and handed it to Harry.

“I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o’clock,” Harry read.

His aunt and uncle stared at him. 

“Platform what?” Uncle Vernon asked. 

“Nine and three-quarters.” said Harry, cautiously. 

“Don’t talk rubbish,” said Uncle Vernon. “There is no platform nine and Three-quarters.”

“It’s on our tickets.” said Y/n, speaking up for the first time. He was getting irritated with his uncle. 

“Barking,” said Uncle Vernon, “howling mad, the lot of them. You’ll see. You just wait. All right, we’ll take you to King’s Cross. We’re going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn’t bother.” 

“Why are you going to London?” Harry asked, trying to keep things friendly. 

“Taking Dudley to the hospital,” growled Uncle Vernon. “Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings.”

Y/n had to run out of the living room before he either laughed or screamed at Uncle Vernon. 

✧✧✧

Y/n and Harry woke at five o’clock the next morning. Both boys were too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. They spent the next hour speaking in hushed tones about Hogwarts and how excited they were to finally see the school where their parents had met and learned magic. 

Finally, both boys got up and pulled on their trousers because Y/n pointed out that he didn’t want to walk into the station in his wizard’s robes — he’d change on the train. Harry agreed with his twins and pulled on his own pair of trousers as Y/n wore a worn out blue flannel he got from his aunt. It was one of Dudley's old shirts that he couldn’t wear anymore. However, the shirt was too baggy, and the sleeves were too long on Y/n. So, he rolled up the sleeves to make them fit on his arms, and he tucked the bottom half of his shirt into his trousers and wore his belt around his waist to keep the trousers from falling off him. Harry wore a similar outfit, except the shirt was a short-sleeve and he didn’t tuck in his shirt in his trousers. 

Y/n and Harry checked their Hogwarts list yet again to make sure they had everything they needed, saw that Hedwig and Patroclus were shut safely in their cages, and then Harry paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up, while Y/n read Hogwarts: A History. 

Two hours later, Harry’s and Y/n’s huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys’ car, and both of the boys were sitting in the back seat with their owls sitting on their laps while Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Y/n and Harry. Then they had set off. 

They reached King’s Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry’s and Y/n’s trunk and owl cage onto a cart for both of them, and wheeled it into the station for them. Harry thought this was strangely kind — while Y/n did not trust their uncle, not one bit and glared at him suspiciously until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face.

“Well, there you are, boys. Platform nine — platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don’t seem to have built it yet, do they?” 

He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.

“Have a good term,” said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Y/n and Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. Harry’s mouth went rather dry, while Y/n was looking like a pot ready to boil over. His face was red and if this were one of Dudley’s cartoons, he would’ve had steam shooting out of his ears. 

What on earth was he and Y/n going to do? They were starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig and Patroclus. They’d have to ask someone. Harry stopped a passing guard, but didn’t dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn’t even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. 

Y/n was ready to give him a piece of his mind, but Harry placed his hand on Y/n’s shoulder and shook his head. Sighing, Y/n let it go, but crossed his arms over his chest and started tapping his foot. 

Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o’clock, but the guard said there wasn’t one. In the end, the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry and Y/n were now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, they had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and neither had no idea how to do it; they were stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk they could hardly lift, pockets full of wizard money, and two very large owls.

Hagrid must have forgotten to tell them something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. Y/n wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector’s stand between platforms nine and ten.

However, at that moment, a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.

“— packed with Muggles, of course —”

Both Y/n and Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry’s and Y/n’s in front of him — and they had an owl.

Heart hammering, Y/n and Harry pushed their cart after them. They stopped and so did Y/n and Harry, just near enough to hear what they were saying.

“Now, what’s the platform number?” said the boys’ mother. “Nine and three-quarters!” piped a small boy, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, “Mom, can’t I go…”

“You’re not old enough, Gwaine, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first.”

What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten.

Both Harry and Y/n watched, careful not to blink in case they missed it — but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.

Y/n cursed under his breath.

“Fred, you next,” the plump woman said.

“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” said the boy. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?”

“Sorry, George, dear.”

“Only joking, I am Fred,” said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone — but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there — and then, quite suddenly, he wasn’t anywhere. There was nothing else for it.

“Excuse me,” Harry said to the plump woman. The woman turned around and gave Harry and Y/n a friendly smile. “Hello, dears,” she said. “First time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too.” She pointed at the second youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

“Yes,” said Harry. “The thing is — the thing is, my brother and I don’t know how to —”

“How to get onto the platform?” she said kindly, and Harry and Y/n nodded.

“Not to worry,” she said. “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Go on, go now before Ron.”

“Er — okay,” said Harry. Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, and Harry shrugged his shoulders before he started to push his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid. He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he’d be in trouble — leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run. Y/n watched as Harry ran into the brick wall, but instead of crashing like he thought Harry was going to, he vanished. Y/n gasped and looked up at the woman.

“Okay dear, now your turn.” she said sweetly to Y/n. Y/n took a deep breath before muttering a small prayer to whatever deity that was out there. He started pushing his cart, and he closed his eyes as the barrier was coming nearer and nearer — he wouldn’t be able to stop — the cart was out of control, he was a foot away, he closed his eyes tighter ready for the crash — It didn’t come . . . he kept on running . . . he opened his eyes.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts’ Express, eleven o’clock. Y/n looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been. With the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, He had done it.

“Y/n?” Y/n tore his eyes away from the archway and turned his head towards the crowd. In front of him stood Harry. A smile on his face. “We did it.” he said. “We did it.” Y/n repeated, a smile also on his face.

Together, they walked through the crowd. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats.

Harry and Y/n pushed their carts off down the platform in search of empty seats. They passed a round-faced boy who was saying, “Gran, I’ve lost my toad again.” “Oh, Neville,” he heard the old woman sigh. Y/n felt bad for the boy.

A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd. “Give us a look, Lee, go on.” The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg. Y/n jumped and ran past the crowd, leaving Harry to fend for himself. He hated spiders, hated them.

Once Harry reached his twin, together, they pressed on through the crowd until they found an empty compartment near the end of the train. Y/n opened the door, let Harry go inside first as he put Hedwig and Patroclus inside. Then they started to shove and heave their trunks toward the train door. Both Harry and Y/n tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice Y/n dropped it painfully on his foot.

“Want a hand?” It was one of the red-haired twins he’d followed through the barrier. “Oh! Yes, please,” Y/n panted, he wiped the sweat streaming from his brow as the red-haired boy shouted: “Oy, Fred! C’mere and help!”

With the twins’ help, Harry’s and Y/n’s trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of their compartment. “Thanks,” said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “Yes, thank you. I don’t think we’d be able to push them up here if it weren’t for you two.” Y/n said as he wiped his forehead, making his h/c locks uncover the scar.

“What’s that?” said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry’s and Y/n’s lightning scars.

“Blimey,” said the other twin. “Are you two —?”

“They are,” said the first twin. “Aren’t you?” he added to Harry and Y/n.

“What?” said Harry, confusion laced in his tone.

“Harry and Y/n Potter.” chorused the twins.

“Oh, them,” said Harry. “I mean, yes, we are.” The two boys gawked at them, and both boys felt themselves turning red. Then, to Y/n’s relief, a voice came floating in through the train’s open door.

“Fred? George? Are you there?” “Coming, Mom.” With a last look at Harry and Y/n, the twins hopped off the train.

Y/n blew a sigh of relief and sat down, his shoulders slumped. Harry sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her handkerchief.

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.” The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose. “Mom — geroff” He wriggled free. “Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?” said one of the twins. “Shut up,” said Ron. “Where’s Percy?” said their mother. “He’s coming now.”

“Harry what are you doing?” asked Y/n. “Shhh!” he snapped, before tilting his head towards the window and placed his finger over his lips. Y/n’s eyes widened before nodding and he too slid over to the window. He watched as the oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry and Y/n noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said. “I’m up front. The prefects have got two compartments to themselves —”

“Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. “You should have said something. We had no idea.” “Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” said the other twin.

“Once —” “Or twice —” “A minute —” “All summer —”

“Oh, shut up,” said Percy the Prefect. “How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” said one of the twins. “Because he’s a prefect,” said their mother fondly. “All right, dear, well, have a good term — send me an owl when you get there.” She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins. “Now, you two — this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve — you’ve blown up a toilet or —”

“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.” “Great idea though, thanks, Mom.”

“It’s not funny! And look after Ron.” “Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us.” “Shut up,” said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it. “Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?” Y/n and Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn’t see them looking.

“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station, and the h/c boy with him? Know who they are?”

“Who?” asked their mother. “Harry and Y/n Potter!” Harry heard the little boy’s voice. “Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see them, Mom, eh please….” “You’ve already seen them, Gwaine, and the poor boy’s aren’t something you goggle at in a zoo. Are they really, Fred? How do you know?”

“Asked them. Saw their scars. It’s really there — like lightning.” “Poor dear’s — no wonder they were alone, I wondered. They were ever so polite when they asked how to get onto the platform.”

“Never mind that, do you think they remember what You-Know-Who looks like?”

Their mother suddenly became very stern. “I forbid you to ask them, Fred. No, don’t you dare. As though they need reminding of that on their first day at school.”

“All right, keep your hair on.”

A whistle sounded. “Hurry up!” their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger brother began to cry.

“Don’t, Gwaine, we’ll send you loads of owls.” “We’ll send you a Hogwarts’ toilet seat.” “George!” “Only joking, Mom.”

The train began to move and Y/n saw the boys’ mother waving and their brother, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed. Then he fell back and waved. Both Harry and Y/n watched the boy and her mother disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window, and Y/n felt a great leap of excitement. He didn’t know what he was going to do — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.

Y/n tore his face from the window and looked at Harry. Harry felt his twin’s eyes and turned to look at him. Y/n smiled and he smiled back. They were finally free from the Dursleys. They were free. And they were together.

The door of the compartment slid open, making both boys snap their heads towards the compartment doors. They watched as the youngest redheaded boy came in. “Anyone sitting there?” he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry.

“Everywhere else is full.” he quickly explained, his face tinted red. Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry then at Y/n, before he looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn’t looked. Y/n saw he still had a black mark on his nose. The doors to the compartment slid open once more.

“Hey, Ron.” The twins were back, each had a smirk on their identical faces. “Listen, we’re going down the middle of the train — Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.” Y/n felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of the spider. And if he was correct, the redhead boy in front of him did as well.

“Right,” mumbled “Ron”.

“Harry, Y/n” said the other twin, “did we introduce ourselves? Sorry about that. Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.” “Bye,” said Harry, Y/n and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

“Are you really Harry and Y/n Potter?” Ron blurted out. Harry and Y/n nodded. “Oh — well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George’s jokes,” said Ron. “And have you really got — you know…” He pointed at his own forehead. Both Harry and Y/n pulled back their bangs to show the lightning scar.

Ron stared at them. “So that’s where You-Know-Who —?” “Yes,” said Harry and Y/n, rather quickly. “But I — we --- can’t remember it.” finished Harry. “Nothing?” said Ron eagerly. “Well — I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.” Harry looked down at his hands. “I remember somebody laughing and green light as well, but that’s it.” commented Y/n as he looked at Ron. “Wow,” said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry and Y/n for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again. Y/n giggled under his breath.

“Are all your family wizards?” asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him and his brother. “Er — Yes, I think so,” said Ron. “I think Mom’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”

“So you must know loads of magic already.” Y/n piped up. The Weasleys were clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.

“I heard you went to live with Muggles,” said Ron, his eyes flickering back and forth between Y/n and Harry. “What are they like?” “Horrible — well, not all of them. Our aunt and uncle and cousin are.” Y/n remarked. “Wish I had three wizard brothers,” said Harry. Y/n glared at him. “What am I? Chop liver??” Harry smiled amusedly at his twin. “No. But you know what I mean.”

“Five,” said Ron, all suddenly. For some reason, he was looking gloomy.

“I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left — Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand, and Percy’s old rat.”

Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.

“His name’s Scabbers and he’s useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn’t aff — I mean, I got Scabbers instead.” Ron’s ears went pink. He seemed to think he’d said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.

Both Y/n and Harry didn’t think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, they’d never had any money in their life until a month ago, and so, Harry and Y/n told Ron all about having to wear Dudley’s old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.

“ . . . and until Hagrid told us, We didn’t know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort —”

Ron gasped, effectively interrupting Harry. “What?” said Harry, he was confused. “You said You-Know-Who’s name!” said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. “I’d have thought you, of all people —”

“I’m not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,” said Harry,

“I just never knew you shouldn’t. See what I mean? Y/n and I got loads to learn . . . I bet,” he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, “I bet we’ll be the worst in the class.”

“You won’t be. There’s loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough.” reassured Ron. Y/n smiled at that and gave Harry a look. “See? We’ll be okay, Harry. Just try not to get on any professor’s bad sides.” joked Y/n.

While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.

Around this time, Y/n had brought out one of his textbooks. He was reading vigorously when around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, “Anything off the cart, dears?”

Y/n looked up from his book and smiled at the woman. He and Harry hadn’t had any breakfast, so both boys leapt to their feet, but Ron’s ears went pink again and he muttered that he’d brought sandwiches. Harry and Y/n went out into the corridor. Y/n had gasped at the sight of the candy and sugary sweets. He had never had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and now that he and Harry had pockets rattling with gold and silver they were ready to buy as many Mars Bars as they could carry — but the woman didn’t have Mars Bars.

What she did have were Bettie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Y/n and Harry had never seen in their life. Not wanting to miss anything, they got some of everything and paid the woman each eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.

Ron was staring as Harry and Y/n brought their sugar back into the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.

“Hungry, are you?” he asked. “Starving,” said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. Y/n had chosen a Cauldron Cake and moaned in delight at the taste.

Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, “She always forgets I don’t like corned beef . . .”

“Swap you for one of these,” said Harry, holding up a pasty. “Go on —” “You don’t want this, it’s all dry,” said Ron. “She hasn’t got much time,” he added quickly, “you know, with five of us.”

“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with -- besides his brother. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, and Y/n eating their way through all Harry’s and Y/n’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

“What are these?” Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. “They’re not really frogs, are they?” He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him. “Oh God I hope not.” Y/n said as he looked in disgust.

“No,” said Ron. “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.” “What?” asked Harry. Y/n was looking at Ron strangely.

“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know — Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them, you know, to collect — famous witches and wizards. I’ve got about five hundred, but I haven’t got Agrippa or Ptolemy.”

Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man’s face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.

“So this is Dumbledore!” said Harry as he turned the card over to show Y/n the picture of the man. “Don’t tell me you’d never heard of Dumbledore!” said Ron. “Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa — thanks —”

“No problem,” said Y/n as he watched Harry read his card before handing it over to him.

He turned over the card and read: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Y/n turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore’s face had disappeared.

“He’s gone!” exclaimed Y/n, drawing both Harry’s and Ron’s attention. “Well, you can’t expect him to hang around all day,” said Ron. “He’ll be back. No, I’ve got Morgana again and I’ve got about six of her . . . do you want it? You can start collecting.” Harry took the card with a thankful smile as Ron’s eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.

“Help yourself,” said Harry. “But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.”

“Do they? What, they don’t move at all?” Ron sounded amazed. He turned to look at Y/n who nodded. “Yep. They’re rather boring if you ask me.” “Weird!” Ron exclaimed.

Y/n smiled at Ron once more before he looked back down and stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but Y/n and Harry couldn’t keep their eyes off them. Soon, each had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin.

“Circe?” questioned Y/n, looking down at the card of the beautiful witch on his card. “But she’s a minor goddess in greek mythology. Why is she --?”

Ron looked up at Y/n and gave him a strange look. “Greek mythology? What’s that?” Y/n gave him a horrified look before he delved deep into the complicated ins and outs of the Greeks and their mythology and myths. By the time Y/n was done explaining Ron was giving him a blank stare.

“So . . . they married each other’s brothers and sisters?? And Kronos ate his children except for the one kid, Zuke --”

“Zeus.” corrected Y/n.

“Right, er, why are you??” Y/n could immediately tell that Ron was lost for words and Y/n sighed and waved his hand. “Never mind.” He said and quickly made a mental note to look up Circe at the library Hogwarts had -- Hogwarts: A History is an extremely helpful book and Y/n’s tried to get his brother to read it but his attempts were for nothing -- before he was distracted by Harry.

Harry finally tore his eyes away from the Druidess Cliodna card -- who was scratching her nose -- to open a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“You want to be careful with those,” Ron warned Harry. “When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor — you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once.”

Y/n gave him a disgusted look. Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. “Bleaaargh — see? Sprouts.”

Harry and Ron had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn’t touch, which turned out to be pepper. All while Y/n watched and passed judgment on them and complained about the beans (he finally gathered the courage to try one and instead of getting kiwi he got boogie).

The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills. There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry and Y/n had passed on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He looked tearful. “Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?” When they shook their heads, he wailed, “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!” “He’ll turn up,” said Harry, trying to sound upbeat. “Yes,” said the boy miserably. “Well, if you see him…” “We’ll let you know,” smiled Y/n. The round faced boy gave him a small tearful smile before he left.

“Don’t know why he’s so bothered,” said Ron. “If I’d brought a toad I’d lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can’t talk.” The rat was still snoozing on Ron’s lap. Y/n glared at Ron as he made fun of the poor boy. “He might have died and you wouldn’t know the difference,” said Ron in disgust. “I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn’t work. I’ll show you, look…”

He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.

“Unicorn hair’s nearly poking out. Anyway —” He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. Y/n instantly liked her. “We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand. “Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down next to Y/n. Ron looked taken aback.

“Er — all right.” He cleared his throat. “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.” He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice, and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?” She said all this very fast.

Y/n was smiling in delight at the girl. She was a joy to be around.

“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered. “I’m Harry Potter,” said Harry.

“And I’m Y/n Potter. And I must say that it is excellent that you’ve already tried a few spells! Ever since my brother and I got back from Diagon Alley, I’ve been reading up on all of Hogwarts and magic. I can’t wait to try out all that I've learned and memorized with our professors.”

Hermione looked at Y/n with admiration in her eyes. “Are you really?” said Hermione. “I know all about you and your brother, of course — I got a few extra books, for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”

“Am I?” said Harry, feeling dazed. “We are?” asked Y/n.

“Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,” said Hermione. “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around, and I hope I’m in Gryffindor. It sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad . . .”

“I hope to be either in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor as well!” said Y/n, while smiling at Hermione. “Really?” Hermione gave Y/n a toothy smile before clearing her throat and standing. “Anyway, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.”

“See you later Hermione!” called out Y/n as she left, taking the toadless boy with her, all while waving in goodbye.

“Whatever house I’m in, I hope she’s not in it,” said Ron. Y/n snapped his head towards Ron. He was starting to not like him.

Ron threw his wand back into his trunk. “Stupid spell — George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.”

“What house are your brothers in?” asked Harry. “Gryffindor,” said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. “Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don’t know what they’ll say if I’m not. I don’t suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin.”

“That’s the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?” said Harry. “Yeah,” said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed. “You know, I think the ends of Scabbers’ whiskers are a bit lighter,” said Harry, trying to take Ron’s mind off houses. “So what do your oldest brothers do now that they’ve left, anyway?” asked Y/n. He was wondering what a wizard did once he’d finished school. “Charlie’s in Romania studying dragons, and Bill’s in Africa doing something for Gringotts,” said Ron. Y/n had perked up at the part about dragons. But Ron didn’t seem to notice. “Did you hear about Gringotts? It’s been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don’t suppose you get that with the Muggles — someone tried to rob a high security vault.” Harry stared. “Really? What happened to them?”

“Nothing, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven’t been caught. My dad says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything. That’s what’s odd. ’Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it.”

Harry and Y/n turned this news over in their mind. Both were starting to get a prickle of fear every time You-Know-Who was mentioned. Y/n supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying “Voldemort” without worrying.

“What’s your Quidditch team?” Ron asked, wanting to change the subject. “Er — we don’t know any.” Harry confessed. “What!” Ron looked dumbfounded. “Oh, you wait, it’s the best game in the world —” And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he’d been to with his brothers and the broomstick he’d like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry and Y/n through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn’t Neville, the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.

Three boys entered, and Y/n recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin’s robe shop. He was looking at both Y/n and Harry with a lot more interest than he’d shown back in Diagon Alley.

“Is it true?” he said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry and Y/n Potter is in this compartment.” His grey eyes were switching back and forth between Harry and Y/n, before landing on Y/n. “So it’s you two, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards. “Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.

“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.” Ron had shut up immediately.

He turned back to Harry and Y/n. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter’s. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said Coolly.

Draco Malfoy didn’t go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. He glared at Harry before turning his attention to Y/n. “And you?” he asked. His hand was still out and in front of Y/n. It looked cold and inviting. Y/n was torn between his brother and the boy before him.

“Y/n can also tell who is the wrong sort for himself.” snapped Harry as he pulled Y/n closer to himself. Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “I’d be careful if I were you, Potter,” he said slowly. “Unless you’re a bit politer you’ll go the same way as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you.”

Both Harry, Y/n, and Ron stood up. “Say that again,” Ron threatened, his face as red as his hair. “Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?” Malfoy sneered. “Unless you get out now,” said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron. “But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys? We’ve eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.” Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron — Ron leapt forward, but before he’d so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell. Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle’s knuckle — Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they’d heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in. “What has been going on?” she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail. “I think he’s been knocked out,” Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. “No — I don’t believe it — he’s gone back to sleep.” And so he had.

“You’ve met Malfoy before?”

Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley. “I’ve heard of his family,” said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.” He turned to Hermione. “Can we help you with something?”

For the hundredth time, Y/n glared at how rude Ron was today.

“You’d better hurry up and put your robes on, I’ve just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we’re nearly there. You haven’t been fighting, have you? You’ll be in trouble before we even get there!” “Scabbers has been fighting, not us,” said Ron, scowling at her. “Would you mind leaving while we change?” “All right — I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffy voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?” Ron glared at her as she left. Harry and Y/n peered out of the window. It was getting dark. They could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. He, Harry and Ron took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron’s were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them.

A voice echoed through the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

Y/n’s stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor. The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Y/n and Harry heard a familiar voice: “Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! All right there, Y/n, Harry?” Hagrid’s big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.

“C’mon, follow me — any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!” Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Y/n and Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.

“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” Hagrid called over his shoulder, “jus’ round this bend here.” There was a loud “Oooooh!” The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. “No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione, and Y/n had to find a boat for himself. He sighed and climbed into a boat with a short chubby girl with red hair, a tall lanky girl with blonde hair, and a boy with brunette hair.

“Everyone in?” shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. “Right then— FORWARD!”

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. “Heads down!” yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them. “Trevor!” cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge oak front door. “Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?” Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

Authors Note:

Hello everyone! I don't know if you noticed, but I decided to write Ginny as trans, so her old name is Gwaine and she'll start her transition from male-to-female during her third/fourth year. I won't be going so in-to detail about her transition because as a cis-female and asexual I don't want to make mistakes with writing her journey.

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[s1ater]

desert island, part one. slytherin boys x reader

summary: the gang gets trapped on an island after traveling through the floo network.

warning/s: swearing, a little mattheo x reader, NOT EDITED

slater���s note: i’ve never been a huge harry potter fan until i discovered all the fanfic and fan cast characters lmao (but i do my research)

you weren’t supposed to be there: the ministry of magic. you could feel your skin itching from how nervous you felt walking about the crowded departments. everyone rushing, everyone in a hurry, moving too fast to see one another’s face.

that fact didn’t stop you from worrying about someone seeing through your facade, all of your facades. you all had on faces of another, people none of you knew and hoped to never know after this very day.

“around the corner and we’re out,” draco mumbled quietly as the six of you were packed rather tightly together while marching down the wide hallway.

“what do we do from there?”

“the floo networks,” mattheo mumbled back, his hand tightening around your wrist as if guiding you the right way despite all five boys basically built a wall around you as you walked.

“we get there fast, we don’t look back, and we don’t speak from here on,” draco could feel polyjuice potion wearing off with every step causing his uneasiness to increase and his feet to move faster.

just as you had rounded the corner, your heart sunk upon realizing you still had a long ways to go before you’d get to the floo networks. you bit your lip, swearing lowing, but continued to march in rhythm with the rest of your friends.

“y/n,” you felt enzo’s hand go to your lower back immediately after whispering your name. he leaned close to you as the two of you continued to walk side by side. “y/n, you’re you.”

“what?”

you finally looked to him, inhaling sharply as you saw a face of a stranger slowly fade back into lorenzo’s own.

“you’re you again.”

“so are you.”

you guessed every one of your faces had finally faded normal due to the sudden loud calls reaching your way.

“y/n y/l/n!”

you felt a hand shove you forward, sending you into a run as the rest of you began to rush for the fireplaces, destined to send you off for safety.

it became overwhelming being who you were. a cursed child that everyone knew about and wished to get their hands on before the dark forces could themselves. it was like a dark cloud hovered over you everywhere you went and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you ran and ran and ran while spells shot your way, each one aiming for you and your friends. you could feel your lungs closing up as mattheo continued to push you on further and further, making sure you weren’t left behind.

he understood the looming feeling of looks received from strangers, creating a bond between the two of you; one that you didn’t have with anyone.

mattheo felt the obligation to protect you, just like all the boys.

the sights of black slick tiled fireplaces came closer and closer the more you pushed and the more mattheo pushed. draco soon disappeared, and then theo, and then blaise before it was you yourself that got swooped up into the green flames.

everything felt wrong as you seemed to have been fading from one end of your body to the other. you felt like you were going to throw up as if you were on a rollercoaster; a very loopy and wild rollercoaster.

but before you knew it, you were yourself again.

and you felt you were about to hurl.

you realized your face was pressed into sand once you finally felt conscious and apart of reality, like you had finally woken from a dream and became aware of all surroundings.

you heard birds.. or maybe not birds but rather frogs and other strange noises that was out of norm from the nature of hogwarts.

you groaned, rolling your head as the palms of your hands rubbed deeply into the rough feeling of sand, pushing yourself up to access your lane of sight. it was hard to see at first—almost as if you were trying to avoid the conclusion of where you were.

you blinked, squeezing your eyes tightly one last time before they cleared into the vision of a beach. you could finally fully feel; water kissed your toes, light wind gently caressed your back and hot cheeks as the sour sound of it begun to hurt your ears.

trees and your own friends laid scattered across the soft looking sand, coming to their own conclusions and realizations that they weren’t in the slytherin common room, like originally set. they all looked baffled, coming quickly to their feet, in search of answers.

you slowly sat on your butt, brining your knees to your chest as your loosely wrapped your arms around them. you felt strangely calm as chaos between your friends slowly begun to unfold.

“where the fuck are we?” draco looked impatient with his features in distress. it made you suppress a smile when realizing his clothes looked fairly too big for him, his figure way different from the one he took on moments ago.

“seems we’re on an island,” theodore mumbled, emptying his shoe of sand, just as concerned as you.. which wasn’t by much as you stared up at the boys in amusement.

“why the fuck are we on an island.”

“something must have went wrong.”

“well no shit.”

you begun to loosen your tie, your eyes flickering between draco and the rest of the other boys as they all begun to fall under heat. you made a sound of amusement, your chest rumbling up and down as draco’s face twisted up.

“what’s so funny?” he turned his attention to you, dipping his head slightly closer to your own. “you find this amusing?”

you looked up him, not moving as he continued to distress in your ear.

“it’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“alright, leave her alone,” mattheo took ahold of draco’s shoulder, pulling him back before he could draw any closer to your inconvenience. “it’s not her fault, we all signed up for this.”

“not a goddamn bloody island,” blaise shook his head, sinking into the sand.

“do you at least have the prophecy?”

you glanced up, meeting lorenzo’s shy and tired eyes, not wanting to fall into any arguments at the moment. you pressed your lips together before looking back down, tucking your hand within the inside of another man’s fancy coat pocket.

you slowly pulled out a glass orb swirling with teal madness, waiting for ears that would listen. your eyes stayed trained on it with such admiration; you were put into a trance.

“great,” draco snatched the orb from you quickly, causing you to get to your feet just as fast. “a stupid prophecy meant for what?”

“draco,” you glared at him, “give it to me.”

he scaled his arm away from you, falling from his anger but rather back into his usual teasing: a quirked brow playing out on his face, “no.”

“give it back, asshole.”

“or what?”

“just give it back to her, malfoy,” blaise glanced up to the two of you from his spot in the sand, he himself finished with any arguments for the day.

“yeah, give it back to her.”

“why should i? this bloody prophecy is the reason we’re here in the first place.”

mattheo rolled his eyes before yanking the orb from draco’s hands. he handed it back to you before the boy could snatch it back. mattheo was set very annoyed as he took a step in front of you, giving draco a look as if daring him to do anything.

“you’re acting like a child,” theo glanced over to draco and the rest of you from where he sat. you could tell he was also exhausted, already done. “we all agreed to help her. you did most of work anyways, malfoy.”

time settled down after that to the point where the only thing that filled the air with sound was the light crashing of the waves. your body was pressed into the sand while your cheek snuggled into the soft pile of your overcoat. you stared at the prophecy that you examined in the palm of your hand, squinting.

you were putting off from listening it. everything was telling you not to, at least not until you were with potter, but you had to know. it was supposed to be the answer to everything, the key to the end.

it was supposed to tell you who would be the one to kill the dark lord.

you or him. nobody else.

“who do you think it’ll be?” mattheo sat next to you, a cigarette in his mouth while he stared down at you. his eyes soon locked down at the ball, circulating with the mist that seemed to trapped inside. he desperately wanted to know, just as you.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, rolling to your back, handing it to the boy. he took it slowly, testing it out in the palm of his hand. he seemed hesitant with the way he held it, with the way he stared at it. he almost seemed terrified. “i don’t even know if i want to know.”

his eyes met yours. they were full like moons, content but questioning as he looked between you and the glass ball you held close to your chest now. he looked finished with speaking but his lips parted slightly, looking into your eyes fully once again.

“throw it into the water.”

“what?”

“throw it into the waves.”

you were taken aback, unintentionally tightening your grip upon the orb as best you could with the sudden feeling of swelling in your chest. you hadn’t expected those words, especially after all you had done together to obtain the prophecy. you felt a certain attachment to the glass circle despite you also wanting nothing to do with it.

“no,” you shook your head, your frown lines deepening in your cheeks as you looked up to the boy. “i made a promise to potter-“

“who cares for promises to the chosen one,” mattheo shook his head, glancing down to the prophecy. “throw it.”

mattheo caught on to the sudden confusion in your face as well as cautiousness. you were slowly backing away from him, “we didn’t just end up on this island for no reason, y/n.”

you got up, taking the prophecy with you. you had made a promise to harry potter you’d get the prophecy and bring it back to hogwarts so the both of you could listen to it, not just throw it in the ocean for no reason. even if the two of you weren’t friends, you kept your promises.

you walked away from mattheo without another word. you felt a sudden pang of betrayal and anger as you let his words sink in and you thought about it more. why did he have a sudden change of idea for the prophecy?

you slumped down next to enzo. he, like the other boys all circulated around a fire theo had made. his arms were wrapped around his knees as he only stared in a dazed manner, dozing off to somewhere that wasn’t the stupid island you were all trapped on.

he stayed silent as you still held the orb close to your chest, also becoming dazed but with unsettled feelings. you weren’t sure what to do no longer, the settled and content feeling you had when you all had first landed on the island no longer existed and was replaced by anxiety and the feeling of being trapped.

you no longer wanted to be there.

“we need to get off this goddamn island.”

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[sirius-you-know]

When my friends argue over the fact that my ships aren't canonically together

[slytherinnbitch]

Day 30: Pride

"So who all are going tomorrow?" Harry asks his usual friend group. Everyone responds with a yes and how is that possible?

"Uhm, I'm sorry did I miss something?" He asks incredulously.

"Maybe our coming outs," Pansy comments from beside Blaise and he looks at Draco for confirmation and he shrugs.

"Maybe we all can come out to each other? I don't think we ever did that properly." Neville suggests and everyone agrees and so it begins.

"I'll start then?" Pansy suggests and before anyone can respond she is talking again, "I'm a raging lesbian, if there was ever doubt to my homosexuality then I would like to apologise." She smirks at them and all of them laugh loudly at that.

Blaise goes next, "Pansexual!" he declares proudly.

"You mean anyone who even shows a slight interest?" Draco quips and gets swatted on his head for that.

"As if, darling. It's the other way round, everyone falls over their feet for me." Blaise preens and Pansy shuts them both with two mild stinging hexes.

"Okay me now!" Draco squeals and Harry shakes his head fondly, "I'm bi. And ready to die." Draco smiles cheekily at his own joke and Harry shakes his head. What did he do to get this bloke in his life?

"Oh, I always thought you're gay." Ginny comments and many of them nod agreeingly.

"Nah, bi." Draco waves them off and it's Harry's turn.

"Well I'm gay." Harry rubs his neck as he looks around.

"Was I really the only one to think that Harry was bi and Draco was the gay one?" Theo asks and by the looks of most of his friends, no most of them thought the same thing. Well, it's not like he ever came out properly or anything. He just started dating Draco and let people assume whatever they wanted to. Maybe it was a bad decision to not include their friends. Maybe.

"Girls nah!" Harry exclaims and Ginny frowns and exclaims, "Hey!"

"Gin, as much as I love you. You are a lesbian yourself and in love with a mysterious blonde. Much like me, so shut it." Harry says goodheartedly and Ginny makes a face at him but shuts up.

"Well, you all know I'm Trans and probably a demisexual. Not really sure about that," Neville says next and then adds as an afterthought, "I like boys though."

"Really, darling? No one would have guessed via how you are in a relationship with a bloke, now would they?" Theo quips and the rest of them chuckle.

"Well I'm gay through and through," Theo says next and kisses Neville on the lips as if to show that.

"Agender and asexual." Luna declares next and this is someone all of them knew since Luna was the only one to officially come out to everyone of them.

"And mine." Ginny says possesively beside her and kisses her cheek. "I'm lesbian, as my dear ex just pointed out not five minutes ago." She smirks at him and he flips her two fingers.

"Gay,"

"Gay." Seamus and Dean say one after the other. It's not like they ever looked at anyone else since Dean and Ginny's breakup. He still wants to know the actual story behind that one.

"Well, so," Ron starts and everyone looks at him in unison, he looks a bit red but that can he the light as well. "I uh recently discovered that I am bisexual." And everyone looks shocked. Harry is pretty sure he is staring with his mouth open, but he can't make himself look away.

When was his bestfriend going to tell him this? He sorta feels betrayed but how-

"I came out to Hermione a few months ago and well that's it I guess." Ron states, and Harry thinks he is missing a vital part somehow.

"So who was it?" It's Pansy who breaks the silence.

"Yeah that's right, Ron. Who was the bloke or non binary person who finally made opened your eyes towards the other genders." Blaise inquires as well.

Ron is now red in embarrassment so it's Hermione who answers, "Well, love can I then? Since you don't seem like you can talk in the next hour?" Ron nods his head resigned and Hermione smiles her cat-ate-the-canary smile. Oh this is going to be good.

"Well, it's the same person who might have instigated it years ago but Ron had been quite oblivious that time. Much like you and Cedric, Harry." Something in her voice tells Harry that she is giving a clue, to maybe Harry exclusively because the others still look clueless as ever.

And then clicks and holy shit-

"Victor Fucking Krum!" Harry says out loud and it makes sense with all the obsession and everything that he say in his fourth year.

"That's right! Ron saw Krum a few months back, he was in Berlin for the new shop there and he came across there and I got a floocall taht very evening, he came through and told me through his haze." Hermione smiles at her husband and messes his hair slightly, "Just imagine my shock-"

"You thought it was Krum he was jealous of at the Ball but it turned out to be You!" Harry joins in and both of them stare at each other before bursting out loud at the situation.

"Alright, both of you. Stop laughing at my expense. I know the irony of the situation." Ron says at last.

"But Weasley, just think about it! We might have had Krum with us tonight as your partner and not Granger." Draco says and scrunches his nose in mock disgust and the couple sends a stinging hex each and Draco yelps.

"Harry, baby! Your friends are abusing me!" he whines and Harry tuts mockingly which gets him a glare.

"Aww, sweetheart. Maybe don't mess with these two then. One of the most successful business man who is so accomplished in hexes and jinxes and our Minister of Magic. Deadly couple these both."

"Oh come off it, as if you both aren't deadly as well. Head of DMLE and Head of Unspeakables. I think that makes you both more dangerous." Hermione replies and he shrugs in response.

"Yes, yes. All of you are bigshots and we are grateful for so much security among us. Can we proceed then?" Pansy asks and Harry blushes slightly at the implications.

Just Hermione is left.

"Well, I'm just going as an ally. Mostly for Ron but all of you are going to be there anyways so I took a day off." Hermione says and wow, Hermione and off days. That's almost unheard of.

"Wait, so almost all the heads of the Ministry are not going to be there tomorrow?" Blaise asks and six of them turn to glare at him but it's Harry who replies.

"Don't worry, Blaise. Our best officials will be handling everything in our stead. And it's not our fault that all of our friends have such a good role in the Ministry and outside as well." Harry gives him the look he gives the hitWizards when they tell him a basic criminal slipped from their hands. Blaise looks mostly unbothered by it.

"Was planning on making a attack on the Ministry tomorrow. Would definitely be successful." Blaise replies instead.

"Shut up, Blaise." The six of them, him, Draco, Hermione, Neville, Theo and Luna say in unison and it's a pictureworthy moment.

They steer back into what they will be wearing and which type of makeup would look the best.

In the last, Draco agrees on a goth look with a short dress and mesh slacks. Harry with golden eyeliner which Pansy says would look godlike on his brown skin, so Blaise is going to do the same. He decides on wearing just his flag colours, with clip-on earrings and everything.

Blaise agrees on full black, as usual. Just the make-up would be his highlight, according to him. Luna is going in a fairy dress, Ginny in shorts and a sleeveless camisole.

Pansy in her signature heels and dress but make it pride colours. Ron, after a lot of coaxing decides on blue trousers, a pink and violet custom made sweater which apparantly Hermione had ordered almost three weeks ago. That makes him beam at her.

Neville is going in his usual wool sweater and trousers and his flag around his shoulder. Theo is matching with him.

As Harry looks around the table at the end of the night, and sees the happy faces of his friends who has somehow become his chosen family. He just feels one emotion. Love.

Endless love.

Day 29: Coming Out || Day 31: Unashamed

[sams-fic-recs]

+ harry potter +

+ = updated

Harry potter era

fred weasley

george weasley

ron weasley +

ginny weasley

charlie Weasley +

draco malfoy +

Neville longbottom

marauders era

sirius black

remus lupin

james potter

Young Severus snape

[inglourious-imagines]

Can You Love Me Again? (George Weasley) - part 2

Summary: After the night when George asked the reader not to marry Cedric, she has to make up her mind.

Disclaimer: Cedric and Fred live!AU

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi @lunalovecroft @sarcasticallywitty15 @abrunettefangirlnerd @justmesadgirl @weasleyh0e @spn-marvel-nerd @meteora-fc​

Part 1 can be read HERE

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Y/N couldn’t sleep that night. Her mind was fighting her own heart in a fierce battle and honestly, she didn’t know which side to pick. It was becoming so unbearable – her whole future life was standing on the verge of her decision and the two small words that mean so much.

“Hey, love.” his hoarse voice interrupted her trail of thoughts, suddenly making her feel guilty beyond words. She was in a bed with her future husband and all she could focus on was a certain ginger’s soft whisper from previous night.

“Good morning, Ced.” Y/N mumbled, forcing herself to smile when he caressed her cheek gently. It felt so wrong – her feelings, his warm hand on her cold skin, her thoughts, him, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

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Cedric wrapped his arms around her body in order to pull her even closer to him as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her gently on the soft skin a few times.

Y/N couldn’t move even if she tried. Cedric’s touch paralysed her, reminding her the previous night again - George’s hand slightly brushed against hers when he was leaving, it was such a light touch that couldn’t be even considered proper, but to her it felt more intimate than lying in a bed snuggled into Cedric’s side. Y/N was very well aware of how cowardly her thoughts are slowly becoming right on her wedding day, no matter how hard she tried to deny the truth.

The young woman pressed her eyelids together as she tried to push the memory of George Weasley out of her mind, trying to focus on the man in her bed who was mumbling sweet things into her ear.

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“So, Y/N, how’re you feeling?” Hermione smiles as she brushed her friend’s hair softly adding some final touches to her hairstyle and wedding gown. “Did you and George have a chance to talk after… that encounter?”

“Why would we do that?” she questioned the bright witch with a frown on her face even though she knew exactly why they should definitely do so.

Hermione and Ginny shared a knowing look, both of them exhaling desperately. They loved their friend deeply, and the last thing they wanted to do was ruin her wedding day, but sometimes one may need a little push to realize the real essentiality of a certain moment.

“We need to talk, Y/N,” Ginny sighed as she sat down next to the future bride, Hermione on the other side, “and we need you to be completely honest with us.”

“Gin’s right,” Granger continued nodding, “this is your wedding day. You’re about to marry Cedric Diggory and you’re gonna spend your life with that man, have his kids, grow old together.”

Y/N’s heart broke after each word the girls let out of their mouths. She refused to look at them. The long-awaited tears were forming in her eyes and there was no point in holding them back.

“What do you want from me?” Y/N whispered, her voice sounding weak and broken. It hurt the girls to see their best friend like that but sometimes the pain was needed.

“The real question is what do you want from yourself and your future?” Hermione’s curious query was flowing above Y/N’s head like a bucket of icy water ready to be poured over her.

She swallowed slowly, looking at her friends for the first time. She couldn’t bring herself to say it, she just wasn’t able to.

Ginny was about to let another painfully truthful words out of her mouth when there was a slight knock on the door. A tall man walked in with an unreadable expression on his face. “Are you ready? We should go.”

The two girls winked at Y/N, encouraging her with sympathetic smiles as they left the room quickly leaving her and George Weasley alone.

“No,” Y/N mumbled, “don’t say anything. Please.”

The red-head nodded, he knew exactly what she wants from him. Just three long steps towards her was all he needed to overcome to hug her tightly. She wrapped his arms around his torso automatically, burying her face in his chest.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” George whispered into her ear, then pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. He knew it’ll never be the same between them as soon as they walk out of this room so he tried his best to enjoy every second of the moment.

“We should go.” Y/N said plainly after a few minutes pushing him away from her. She took one last look at her first love with a sad smile plastered on her face.

Y/N didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment, or the fact that she was about to marry a man that wasn’t George Weasley, she didn’t have the slightest idea why she did it but for the first time in her life, she couldn’t care less. Y/N stepped closer to him and their lips met once again in the softest kiss she’d ever experienced.

“Don’t tell anyone I did that.” Y/N whispered with his lips still pressed against hers and then, as if she was lighter than the wind, she disappeared from the room.

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“Do you take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

“I do.” Cedric Diggory smiled, squeezing her hand. Her breathing was shallow and she felt like she’s going to throw up in any upcoming second from all the sickness she was experiencing from her own behaviour.

“Do you take Cedric Diggory as your lawful husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

Her fiance looked the happiest Y/N had ever seen him in his life but she couldn’t help the single tear from rolling down her cheek. Her gaze averted from him and landed on Ginny and Hermione in the first row. She realised that the smiles on their faces were saying something absolutely different than their eyes. And in that very moment, Y/N knew that they knew.

Her look wandered around the room, landing on so many happy faces, but she was looking for the most important one but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find him. George Weasley wasn’t present.

Y/N glanced at the ground embarrassed, then back at Cedric in front of her who was starting to look a bit worried. She could feel her heart in her throat as she counted the seconds.

This was it.

Y/N took a deep breath and as much as it hurt her to say it, no matter how much her heart broke at her own words, she uttered her response: “I can’t do it, I’m sorry.”

And with that, she ran away as fast as she could - away from commitment, away from reality.

Part 3 coming soon :)

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This is a small post dedicated to requests. I will be happy to receive requests with ideas. You can request with any character that is listed in my masterlist. You can request:

Headcanone/Would includes

Fluff

Dating would include

Hugs would include

Kissing would include

Morning together would include

Angst

How the character comforts you

The character's reaction to betrayal

Smut

Sex would include

Kinks would include

One shots. Prompt list

you can also request one shot without a prompts

fluff

angst

I am glad to see everyone, do not hesitate, I will accept any requests according to this post.