#every slytherin needs a hufflepuff buddy

[fullsunstrawberry]

as a slytherin…Hufflepuff jisung is trying to bias wreck me rn

he’s so cute 😭😭

[yua0ra]

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞… 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?

WARNINGS: theodore nott x hufflepuff!fem!reader, speechless!theo (lol), bold reader, mentions of weed, mentions of mattheo riddle, SFW, not proofread. english is not my first language.

miscellaneous ☆

SUMMARY: House stereotypes don’t define the personality of a student, more the values and the attitude that they are more likely to lean on. Theo learns this when he has to leave his shyness aside and ask you for a little favor.

WC: 2.7K AN: My first Theo blog! SO thrilled! More to come tho :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

Theodore Nott has hit his breaking point. His Herbology final is around the corner, and despite hours of studying, he feels so annoyingly unprepared. It’s the one subject where he truly needs help, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time.

Enzo, his usually reliable study buddy, is knee-deep in preparing for his practical exam in Care of Magical Creatures. Mattheo, on the other hand, has absolutely no interest in anything beyond the most basic knowledge of plants, only venturing into the greenhouse when he’s collecting a bit of weed for his own purposes. Draco and Blaise? Well, they’re too wrapped up in their own world, more concerned with their latest gossip than anything remotely academic. Pansy? Yeah, that’s not even an option.

So, Theo’s left with one option:

You.

The sweet, intelligent Hufflepuff who most definitely knows how to have fun, attending literally each and every party that the school has thrown yet when required, sits in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a book, always so effortlessly composed. The one person in the entire school who seems to have a natural talent for Herbology.

You’ve caught his eye for a while now, but he’s too shy, too nervous to approach you. He spends far too much time admiring you from afar, but that’s all he’s ever done—watching you as you confidently navigate through the subject he struggles with, never knowing how to bridge the gap between you two.

Desperation is a powerful motivator, though. He’s tried every other option and failed. With no other choice, Theo finds himself standing outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, heart pounding, mind racing. He rehearses what he’ll say in his head—should he be casual? Straightforward? Or maybe play it off like it’s no big deal? But the words don’t seem to come.

The thing is, despite his reputation, despite his intimidating family name and the distance he keeps from others, there’s something about you that disarms him completely. You’re not like the others. You’re kind, warm, and so elegant, so put together, it leaves him feeling self-conscious about his own fumbling attempts at social interaction.

But there’s no other way. He’s backed into a corner. Theo takes a deep breath, pushes past his nerves, and steps forward. It’s now or never.

“Hey Mate! You coming or what?“ He looks up, a friendly Hufflepuff holding the door for him.

Truly, they are nice. A Slytherin would never, ever, invite another fellow student into their sacred den.

Theo hesitates, wondering if he’s made a huge mistake. What if you turn him away? What if you laugh at him for asking such a stupid thing? His heart pounds louder in his chest as he takes another step forward, determined to follow through.

He finds the common room in a quiet lull—no loud chatter, no bustle of students. Only the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth and the occasional rustle of pages turning. Then he sees you. You’re curled up in an armchair near the window, your bright eyes scanning a textbook, and for a moment, Theo stands there, just watching. The way the warm light from the fire dances off your hair, the way you lean in slightly as you read—it’s all so hypnotising, so you.

His throat tightens, and he suddenly feels foolish for not having prepared more. The sharpness of his thoughts cuts through the haze of nervousness, and he realizes this is exactly why he’s never managed to speak to you before. He’s always been too scared. Too unsure.

But before he can talk himself out of it, he’s already moving toward you. His footsteps are quiet, almost tentative, but you notice him as he approaches, lifting your head to meet his eyes. That instant eye contact is enough to send his stomach into a nervous knot, but he forces himself to stand tall.

“Hey, uh… I, uh… Could I ask you a favor?” Theo’s voice cracks slightly as he starts, and he curses himself internally. Why does he have to sound so awkward?

There’s a curious expression in your eyes, as though you weren’t expecting him to ask but aren’t exactly surprised either. You raise an eyebrow, and a small smile plays on your lips.

“If you’re looking for Enzo, he’s with Hagrid right now,” you begin, your voice calm, like you’re relaying a mundane piece of information, and Theo blinks in confusion, sitting down opposite of you but waiting for the rest. “And if you’d like to know where the stash is, it’s behind the Angelicas,” you continue, as if you’re discussing the placement of a few plants rather than something a bit more illegal, that could defiantly get you expelled.

You pause and then add, “I mean, I had to relocate the whole plantation because before, it was under the Venomous Tentacula, and more often than not, instead of getting high, students would get fucking poisoned.”

Theo freezes, his eyes widening in shock. His brain is still trying to catch up with the strange, casual way you’ve just dropped that bit of information. The weed, students getting poisoned. He blinks again, as though his mind needs to reset. “Wait, you’ve been… what?” he finally stammers, unsure of how to respond.

You laugh softly, clearly enjoying the bewildered expression on his face, and lean back in your chair a little, letting the firelight cast a warm glow over your face. “Yeah, it’s been a bit of a headache,” you continue, your tone light and almost mocking, but there’s a sharpness to your words that makes Theo realize you’re completely in control of the situation.

“At first, I had to move everything under the Tentacula because it was… well, convenient, you know? Students wouldn’t even dare to try to steal. But then the bloody thing started getting violent. I lost two strains and a few students before Mattheo and I figured it out.” You chuckle again, shaking your head as if it were just another mishap to add to your long list of Hufflepuff gardening troubles.

Theo freezes, his jaw going slack as his mind races to process your words. Mattheo? He blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what you just said. Mattheo, his best mate, the guy who couldn’t be bothered to do anything that didn’t directly benefit him, was working with you? In the greenhouse? With you—a Hufflepuff, the sweet, hot and intelligent, did he mentioned hot, student he’d always admired from afar?

“Wait—Mattheo?” Theo stammers, his brain still struggling to catch up. “You and Mattheo are… working together? In the greenhouse?” He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea.

You raise an eyebrow, amused at his reaction. “Oh, yes. He’s actually surprisingly useful when it comes to problem-solving. I’m not saying he’s a botanist or anything, but we managed to figure out how to move the stash without getting caught. I have to give him some credit for that.” You laugh again, enjoying Theo’s stunned expression, as if this were all just another normal part of your life.

He slowly blinks, processing your strange perception of his friend. “Mattheo? Useful? I mean—really?” His voice is a mixture of disbelief and awe. “That’s—uh, that’s not the Mattheo I know.”

You shrug, a wry smile on your face. “Trust me, I was shocked, too. But it turns out he has a knack for finding creative solutions when he’s not too distracted by… other things.” Your smile turns sly, and Theo gets the sense that you’re holding something back, something more than just the simple partnership you’ve described. But the fact that you and Mattheo are so involved with each other in this capacity makes something in him shift—a mix of surprise, confusion, and maybe just a hint of jealousy, though he can’t quite place it.

“Honestly,” you continue, your tone dropping slightly, “he’s actually been a pretty good ally. He knows how to be discreet when it comes to things like this—he’s good at keeping his mouth shut when necessary. You’d be surprised, really.”

‘Yeah, he has definitely kept his mouth shut in regards of whatever this is’ Theo thinks and he can’t help but laugh, though it’s tinged with disbelief. “I’ve never once thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth, especially about him,” he mutters, half in awe, half in confusion. “But—really, the greenhouse? You’ve been doing all of this behind the scenes?.”

You nod, leaning back in your chair slightly, your gaze flicking to the fire. “Yep. It’s been a bit of a secret, but I’m used to keeping things under wraps. Some of us prefer to stay low-key, y’know?“ You flash him a teasing smile, and for a moment, Theo wonders if maybe he’s been misjudging the quiet Hufflepuff house all along.

Theo tries to process the revelation. His mind is still spinning, trying to picture Mattheo in the middle of it all, acting as some sort of ally to you, when he can barely even manage to get through his homework without drama. “I… wow. This is a lot to take in,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck as he lets out a deep breath. “You and Mattheo? That… doesn’t make sense, but it kind of does?”

And it actually does make sense. You’re fucking fit, party girl at heart, cool but apparently laid back, so yeah. He could see why Mattheo had taken an interest in you.

“Well, there’s a lot more to me than just a green thumb,” you say with a grin, obviously enjoying watching him try to piece it all together. “But I’ve must misjudged your reasons as to you approaching me,” you say, the teasing in your tone softening just a bit, “so tell me, Nott,”—and now you flash him a smile, that sweet, knowing smile that makes Theo’s heart skip a beat—���what’s the favour?”

Theo’s throat tightens at the question. The heat rises to his face, a little caught off guard by how smoothly you’ve shifted the focus back on him.

“I—uh, I—” Theo starts, then stops himself, taking a breath. He needs to focus. Focus on the fact that he did come to you for help.

But something about the way you’re looking at him—your eyes sparkling with amusement—makes it hard to think straight. He stares at you for a beat, trying to compose himself, but you’re so easygoing, so effortlessly you, that it’s like you’re pulling him into a side of the world he didn’t know existed.

“I… I really need help with Herbology,” he admits, his voice finally steadying, though it’s clear there’s an under-layer of shyness somewhere in between. “I’m kind of screwed if I don’t get this right. I just—I figured… you’re the best person to ask.” He forces a small, awkward laugh, trying to cover the tension that’s building in his chest.

You watch him, your gaze steady, and something in the way he stumbles over his words makes a knowing smile curl at your lips. There’s a certain vulnerability to Theo that’s only just beginning to peek through, and it’s clear to you that he’s not just here for Herbology help. Maybe he started that way, but now—well, now something else is bubbling underneath.

“Is that all?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, watching the way his cheeks flush with that mix of embarrassment and nervous energy. The way he keeps trying to brush it off, but you know he’s not as composed as he likes to pretend. “You don’t seem like the kind of person who gets rattled by plants.”

Theo shifts uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck again, and you can’t help but find it endearing. He’s trying so hard to play it cool, but it’s obvious he’s a little out of his depth. “I’m not,” he mutters, the words a little quieter now, the walls he tries to put up crumbling just a bit more. “It’s just… I really need to pass this exam. And you’re the best at this stuff.”

You smile again, but this time it’s realer, like you’re letting him breathe for a bit, seeing the genuine panic beneath the surface. “I know,” you say with a quiet confidence, your tone soothing him, almost like you’re comforting him without meaning to. “I’ll help you. It’s not a big deal.”

Theo looks at you, grateful but still a little lost. You seem so calm, so sure of yourself. It’s almost like you’re made of something he can’t quite figure out.

“I… appreciate it,” he says, his voice quieter now, but still genuine. He leans back in his chair, looking down at his hands for a moment, unsure what else to say. But his mind keeps wandering to the way you look at him—how you’ve kept him off balance with your easy smile, the casual way you talk about everything. “I don’t know, it just feels like I’ve got no idea what I’m doing half the time.”

You raise an eyebrow, not letting him off the hook that easily. “Really? You seem like someone who knows exactly what they’re doing most of the time.” The teasing lilt is back in your voice, but there’s something almost… tender underneath it. “Or maybe you just like pretending?”

Theo doesn’t know whether to laugh or be more embarrassed, so he does a little bit of both. “I guess pretending is easier,” he admits, the words coming out before he can stop them, and there’s a quiet honesty in his tone that catches you off guard. “But… you’re not what I expected.”

You look at him curiously, the firelight from the hearth casting a warm glow across your face. “What did you expect, exactly?”

He hesitates for just a moment, before speaking slowly, almost carefully, like he’s weighing each word. “I don’t know. Someone… different. Someone more… Hufflepuffy?” He chuckles awkwardly at the last part, trying to sound casual, but the truth is, he’s starting to realize that he doesn’t really know what he expected. You’ve made him question everything he thought he knew about you, and now all he can do is stare at you in a sort of awe.

You let the silence hang in the air for a beat, your lips curling into a smirk. “Hufflepuffy?” you echo, sounding amused but with a touch of challenge. “So what, you think just because I’m a Hufflepuff, I’m supposed to be all flowers and rainbows? Just because I know how to work with plants and enjoy life doesn’t mean I don’t have a little bit of edge, Nott.”

Theo looks up at you, his heart pounding a little faster, the realization hitting him full force. “Yeah,” he mutters, half to himself, “I guess I didn’t expect you to be this… cool.”

You smile at that, the corners of your lips tilting up in a way that makes his chest feel a little tight. “Cool, huh? I’ll take that.”

For a moment, there’s a soft pause, the tension between the two of you shifting, the way your eyes meet his, the way your smile holds a little bit more meaning, and the way his pulse races just a bit faster. It’s something else, something that’s starting to make him question everything he thought he knew about himself, too.

“So, uh,” Theo says, his voice suddenly feeling a little hoarse, unsure of what to say next. “Do you want to… get started on the exam stuff?”

You nod, leaning in just slightly, but there’s an air of something unspoken between you now, something neither of you has said aloud. “Yeah. Let’s get started.”

But as you begin to pull out your Herbology notes and you start discussing the plants and the key terms for the exam, the words seem almost secondary.

The way your fingers brush against his when you hand him a diagram. The way your laughter makes him feel like he’s somehow stumbled into a world he wasn’t prepared for but doesn’t want to leave. Everything feels just a little more alive, a little more charged than it ever has before.

And as Theo looks at you again—at the calm, effortless way you move through the conversation—he realizes that what he thought was just a favor for a Herbology exam is turning into something much more… complicated. And for the first time in a long time, he’s not sure he’s ready to figure it all out. But something about that uncertainty feels exciting.

[haunting-hufflepuffs-basement]

Oh my gosh. OH MY FUCKING GOSH YOU GUYS!

I just, for the third time, rewatched Puffs the Play. I need every single Harry Potter fan (especially those of you who are Hufflepuffs like me) to know about this amazing AMAZING show and go watch it PLEASE.

Puffs the Play is a tongue-and-cheek irreverent adaptation of Harry Potter that covers what the hell the Hufflepuffs were doing during Harry's time at Hogwarts. The main characters are:

Wayne Hopkins, a kid whose parents were murdered on the same night as Harry's and who was sent to live with his well-meaning but super weird and oblivious redneck uncle in New Mexico. He grows up as a completely normal muggle child until he gets his letter, at which point his uncle realizes "We gotta talk more" and he gets thrust into Hogwarts. Wayne believes that he's destined for something great and very much wants to be important and save the wizarding world. Unfortunately, Harry is also there.

Oliver Rivers, an American math savant who just moved to England with his family to attend Oxford's mathematics program. Oliver is very VERY salty about Hogwarts not having a math class and has a lot of struggles adjusting to the absolute insanity that is wizard school

And Megan Jones, a girl whose family is known for being "the Puff family. Like the Puffiest of the Puffs." All except her mother Xavia, who was an infamous and dangerous Death Eat---no wait, sorry, Death BUDDY, who is currently in wizard prison. Megan strives to be just like her mother.

These dorks, along with several other background Puffs from the books (Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, etc.) navigate 7 of the craziest years at the most dangerous wizarding school guided under their amazing mentor Cedric. . .at least for a while . . . As Puffs, the most beaten up, looked down on, and "worthless" house.

Now, this play is absolutely amazing you guys. It's hilarious, for starters, and takes a lot of liberties with the books. Every single person there is a cloud-cukoolander who is full of adorkable charm and ridiculous sass towards canon. Common catchphrases include:

"HI!" with a signature adorkable little wave.

"We're WIZARDS!"

"We are not a threat! Please be our friend!"

"Oh. My. Wizard. God!"

It's a filmed play that is deliberately low-budget to help with the comedy. Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Godric Gryffindor are all played by hand puppets. Harry is there, played by the same (female) actress as Susie Bones and is an absolutely hilarious oblivious sweetheart, but Ron and Hermoine are a pair of mops dragged around by other cast members. The cast is a total of, like, 10 people who just continually switch roles. The narrator won't stop taking pot-shots at both the canon Harry Potter story and the story of Puffs, and keeps breaking the fourth wall. Some of my other favorite quotes include but aren't limited too:

"HI CEDRIC! Love your bones" -Harry Potter

"J-Finch is imaginary!?!? J-FINCH CAN GO WHEREVER HE WANTS!"

"AVIA FORMES!" (Chucks bird at person)

"If it makes you feel any better, he's ugly, and he'll probably stay that way forever!" (Said about Neville by the way)

"Someone said the snake monster only goes after pretty girls so I shouldn't have to oh I get it they were bullying me."

"JESUS CHRIST YOU ALL ARE 13!"

"Students who are Brave! Students who are Smart! Students who talk like they're about to throw a glass of white wine in your face! And the Puffs!"

It's really funny you guys.

But it is also incredibly heartwarming and can be sad and serious at times. It's a story of unbreakabke friendship. It's a story about how to keep on going when the going gets rough. It's a story that says it doesn't matter if everyone else thinks you're a bit of an idiot or if you're socially awkward or if you fail a whole lot. As long as you keep trying and keep working hard, something good will be there for you (even if it's not the something you wanted). It's a story about embracing your true self.

It's a story that says "I'm a Puff. And I'm staying."

It has also permanently affected the way I read the Harry Potter books, as I project the Puffs personalities (and frequently looks) onto all the Hufflepuffs when they show up in the books, even if a lot of them don't really match.

Everyone, please go watch Puffs the Play, and understand why I have some strange headcanons about the background Hufflepuffs from the class of '98.

[soupdeewoop]

My HC:

So Dorcas, Reggie, and Remus all get together in the library and study. Sometimes they don’t even talk at all, but they love it because of the company. But they’ll also talk about some of the latest gossip at Hogwarts. It goes like this:

Reg: Remus, can you pass me that quill?

Remus: Oh yeah, here.

Dorcas: Did you know that one 1st year Ravenclaw burst his inkwell trying to get a quill out with his wand?

Remus: Amateur, he needs to practice his incantations.

Reg: I think he’s pathetic.

*all of them go back to studying and then every 10-15 minutes a small conversation strikes up*

Sirius, Marlene, and James all head out to the Quidditch practice field and just goof around. They will fly upside down on their brooms and watch as the others cry laughing. Something like this:

*Marlene riding her broom in a circle faster than the speed of light*

Sirius: MARLENE YOU LOOK LIKE A DONUT

*Marlene falls to the ground and gets up only to bang her head on a wall, much like a loony tunes character* James is on the grass dying of laughter, not even able to get up because that’s how hard he laughed.

So, Pandora and Pete head down to the lake and just talk about whatever’s on their mind. I could imagine a conversation almost like this:

Pete: Have you ever thought about why butter flies aren’t made of butter?

Panda: Yeah, I always thought that was sort of weird.

Panda would never make Pete feel foolish or stupid when he says something, but instead she actually adds her own thoughts and inputs to it.

Evan and Lily are both prefects and whenever they’re done with duty, they’ll go to the Marauders’ dorm room and sneak chocolate frogs out and eat them while talking to each other about the shenanigans they went through that day, something like this:

Lily: This 1st year hufflepuff was almost transfigured into a table!

Evan: No way, I think it was the 3rd year Slytherin that probably did that… you know, the one with a shining charm on his Slytherin patch?

Lily: He is so annoying, always talking about how many quidditch brooms he has at “daddy’s mansion.”

Evan laughs at her impression of the kid.

So yeah that’s how I think their conversation goes.

Next, we have Mary and Barty. Mary just does her makeup and Barty watches in awe as eyeliner perfectly laces her eyes. One day Mary notices him watching and asks him if he wants to wear it, Barty nods. Ever since then, Mary always does Barty’s eyeliner. He doesn’t wear is often, but when he does, it makes him feel powerful. She also is his kind of personal therapist? Here’s how it goes:

Mary: Stop moving, love.

Barty: Sorry. Mary: Love, you need to stop saying sorry for everything. You’re perfectly alright.

Barty: Mhm.

Barty looks at himself in the mirror and is stunned with how beautiful he looks. Evan comes back from prefect duty (and eating chocolate frogs with Lily) and practically faints.

All of them have these little things that they do together, most of the time the others don’t even know that they do it because that’s their little thing that they want to keep secret.

So, what do we think?

in a perfect world, this is how they all would have been 😔

ok now how did u type all of this omg

dorcas, reg, and remus are like meannnnnnn. mean meannnnnn. i like mean people so i dont rlly see the problem here like they definitely would get so much done but gossip at the same time like everyone's gotta learn how to multitask like them.

YES omg! i headcannon peter, marlene, and james being childhood best friends so like marls and jam (marls and jam sounds so cool wtf) are already close and sirius and marlene got closer through quidditch and like chaos buddies defo.

why arent butterflies made of butter. pete and pandora on top omggg i feel like pandora is very silly and talkative to like regulus and peter is quiet but it switched up so much like if anyone else saw them they would be like ...guyss.... whats happening..?

evan(s). not lily and even sneaking into the marauders dorm pleaseeeeeeee. they would be amazing honestly, like no shame to remus but my man is just trying to get through school yk? why him as prefect (not that i don't like it but in my mind its funny) evan and lily isn't something i rlly would have thought of yk, but i feel like they're both so secretly unhinged lol.

not mary gentle parenting him omggg neeeeeed. barty will look so stunning in eyeliner on god omg. evan being stunned is so true, i was the eyeliner tube :)

this was so fun omg thanks x

[gaianyx]

The Slytherin Party

By Jane F. Nyx

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: At the monthly Slytherin Party there is only one rule. No Gryffindors aloud, except for a pair of twins. What happens when one of those twins happens to be your good friend and latest 'one-night stand'?

W/C: 1.1k

A/N: Based on the 'Hogwarts Party' tiktoks. Feedbacks and tips will be well received :)) Proof read. No use of (y/n).

Happy reading everyone!

The first thing to be heard was the sound of a muffled song blasting through speakers when I got closer to the 'door', the girl's unused bathroom.

Two Slytherin boys were watching the door, so I walked up to them, my trusty bag with all the goodies inside kept closer to me.

"I brought the puff Blaize ordered," I said, showing the boys my bag. 

They opened the door for me to enter.

The loud sound of music becomes much clearer. People dancing, drinking and singing around. Almost every student from every house was there. The monthly Slytherin Party became a tradition.

No Gryffindors aloud. Hufflepuffs, the bakers and herbologists. The Ravenclaws, the potions and spells makers, were always welcome. And of course, no Slytherin could go through a party without their emotional support Hufflepuff buddy next to them.

I walked through the cloud of people trying to find the right ones. That's when I saw them, standing next to what looked like a potion Fontaine.

Blaize Zabini, who had Luna Lovegood leaning on his shoulder. And Mattheo Riddle, with Dove Jackson, aka my best friend, by his side.

I quickened my pace to talk to them.

-"Hey, love! How is it going?" Dove asked when I approached her group.

-"I'm doing good," I responded, "Brought the stuff, made this morning," I showed them all the bag and gave a smaller one that was inside to Zabini who gladly accepted it.

-"Did I ever tell you you're the best?" Zabini asked, passing the bag to Luna to give it to her fellow potion makers.

-"No need to, I already knew that," I laughed at the last part. Dove and Luna then took both of my arms for us to leave the boys and do some business.

We were dressed for the night, Dove wearing a dark green tight dress to match her house. Luna a white cocktail dress with glitter that fit her style perfectly. And me, my favourite, blood red dress.

We had just started to hand out the potions when they walked in...

The Weasley twins.

I quickly turned to Luna and Dove, grabbing them by their arms.

"You told me he wasn't invited," my voice sounded much more like a grunt, after the new discovery.

-"Well, we didn't invite them," Luna said with her calm tone, "Maybe Mattheo did. He was talking to Blaize the other day about some candy he had ordered for the party,".

Of course they did.

There was only one exception to the 'No Gryffindors Rule'. And that exception happened to be George and Fred Weasley.

And Fred Weasley happened to be my one party date/flow/thing/I don't know what happened that night.

Since then things became weird between us. I was drunk that night, he was drunk that night and we both had smoked a bit. So I don't know how much of it was real.

Yes, there was tension before that. But nothing more than Fred being a flirt. He was just a flirtatious person.

We were both dealers so it was made to happen that we would meet at any party soon. But I didn't know it would take only a week time.

"Looking good, sweetheart!" was the first thing I heard leaving that pretty mouth of his.

I felt two gentle ticks on my shoulder, so I turned around.

The one only Fred Weasley.

He was a little taller than me so I needed to look a bit up to see his face.

And God, did he look good tonight.

Black button-up shirt and dark blue jeans, the first two buttons of his shirt open leaving room for imagination.

Luna and Dove had disappeared, leaving me and Fred alone...

-"Hello, Weasley!" I gathered the courage to talk. "What are you doing here?" I already knew the answer, but everything was better than silence. Even tho we were at a party full of people.

-"Same as you," he said "Just business," Fred pointed at George who had handed a little bag to Mattheo and Blaize.

-"I see..." I didn't know what to say, did he even remember everything that happened last party?

-"I was actually hoping you would be here tonight," he said taking one step closer. I could smell the familiar scent of cinnamon and wood.

The same smell that felt so intoxicating the last time. The same smell that made me wanting for more and wished the night didn't end the way it did.

Both of us were just too scared, scared to take the next step and admit that what we had wasn't only rivalry between dealers, that it wasn't only the friendship we had built, that it wasn't only the flirting and shared glancings.

That it wasn't only me and him, but maybe a us.

He took another step closer, he was looking down into my eyes and I was looking into his.

-"You also look good tonight," a small laugh escaped Fred's lips and a smile appeared in mine.

A slower song started to play. It might have been destiny, but in any way, it happened.

-"Would you like to dance?" Fred asked, "Promise I won't run away this time," he smiled at the last part remembering the chaotic night you guys had had.

-"Yes," and there I was. Once again at the arms of Fred Weasley swaying to a slow song, my hands on his shoulder and his hands on my waist.

-"You know," Fred was talking in a much lower tone now, almost a whisper, "I don't regret the last party, nor do I regret kissing you, the only thing I regret was leaving you afterwards,".

-"Freddie..." I felt my cheeks heating up, "We were drunk," there I was once again blaming everything on the alcohol and the weed. Completely ignoring my feelings and second-guessing the whole thing.

-"I only drank that much to take the courage and finally hit up on you and admit that what I feel for you is much more than friends should feel for each other," his eyes seemed to spark, and I couldn't stop looking at them.

We were in a trance, completely forgetting the world around us.

"And I hope, that you feel the same about this redhead right here," there was hope in his eyes, but there was also fear.

-"What I feel for you is much more than friends should feel," I said, my heart racing, "And I don't regret anything. Not at all, the only thing I regret is that it ended,".

And he kissed me.

But not for the last time.

A/N: If you enjoyed this post please don't forget to like and reblog <3333 Thank you for reading!

Requests: open

See you in the next chapter!

xoxo Jane

[piperslovebot]

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Hiya, Poorni ❤️! At this point, you know who I'm talking about.

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor (except more humble) | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: He’s sweet, smart, very emotionally strong, and has a TON of patience.

worst quality: Obviously he’s too forgiving. Also his views on men and women are…very outdated. Albeit, that’s because of the environment he grew up but he still needs to unlearn that and I’m glad he did in s7. Not to mention the slut shaming but that’s something I hate about almost every character on here.

ship them with: Donna, Buddy, Jackie, Mitch, Connie, Chloe, Shelly (maybe), Jake Bradley, Leslie (dark ship), Casey (dark ship)

brotp them with: The “moron” friends, Laurie, Red, Jackie, Hyde in S1-3

needs to stay away from: Fucking Fez. Worst character ever. Also the gang sometimes.

misc. thoughts: Angel bby <3

[abuddyforeveryseason]

This is the Buddy for February 26th. It's a Harry Potter thing. I'm a Hufflepuff.

I'll be honest, I never finished the Harry Potter series. I did start reading the last book (the deathly hallows one) but for some reason or another, I didn't finish it. I only know the end thanks to reading spoilers online.

Same thing happened with Star Wars, too - I watched the first part of Return of the Jedi at my grandparents' house one day, and didn't see the end of the story until a few years ago. One of those weird nerd things, I guess. People do think the last movie of the trilogy's the worst, anyway.

The one thing about Harry Potter people are into is the four houses aspects. It's fun to pick a house and have this sort of kinship with other people who share your choice, and to be able to tell people abut yourself through this common pop culture branding.

The four houses are kind of based on the four humors of ancient greek medicine, as popularized in obnoxious detail by Ben Johnson.

Gryffindor is Sanguine - they're sporty, brave and "good at everything" - and of course, the type of people who only exist in fiction, or in the minds of people who think real life works like fiction, and see themselves as heroes. But all attempts at mapping personalities usually has a "good guy" personality just in case.

Slytherin is Choleric - evil. Technically, bitter and angry, which does describe Draco Malfoy. And evil people in general are usually angry, right. Cholera, of course, is yellow bile. Have you ever noticed that, when you're angry, you feel heartburn? That's the bile rising. In Japan, there's even the idea that when someone is really angry, they need to throw up.

Ravenclaw is Phlegmatic - Nerds, pretty much. If all the brainiest students go to Ravenclaw, how come they don't win every house cup? Though the idea that intelligence is an innate personality trait is pretty unintelligent in itself. Phlegm, as we know, is snot. Nerds are always sniffling and complaining about allergies, right?

Hufflepuff is Melancholy - basically "the rest" of the personality group, for people who aren't strong, smart or angry enough for the other three. Melancholy is the worst of the personalities, the opposite of sanguine, having neither the intelligence of Phlegmatic nor the strength of Choleric. Melancholy is the black bile, which totally exists, and comes from the spleen. What else would the spleen do?

So, basically, Sanguine/Gryffindors are strong and smart, Choleric/Slytherins are strong and dumb, Phelgmatic/Ravenclaws are weak and smart, and Melancholy/Hufflepuffs are weak and dumb.

People choose their Hogwarts houses based on their personality, or rather, the personality they wish they had. Choosing Gryffindor means they have a hero complex, or see themselves as brave. Good thing they've never been in an actual emergency situation to see how they'd do, right? Slytherin is the edgelord house. They act like they're above simplistic morality and "know only the strong survive". Ironically, many Slytherin characters were born rich. Ravenclaws are proud of their nerdiness. That often just means reading a lot or being good at math, though. Not so much the scientific humility aspect of nerdiness. And Hufflepuffs are the ones who claim to reject the whole idea of the house system and take pride on being part of the "loser house", since it means they're refusing to put themselves in a box.

Makes sense that I'm a Hufflepuff now, right?

[mcguinessdaily]

rachisageek: Every Slytherin needs their hufflepuff buddy

[lolawassad]

The new guys

Part One Part Two

Also please tell me how you feel about the way this fic went, its angsty and idk if u guys like it, if u guys r like boo angst i wont do alot of angst again!!

Five is 5'11 and void is 6'4 (five draco and mattheo are 19 and reader and pansy are 18 and void is 20 like the other boys pansy reader five are 4th years and the rest are 5th years. Yes i know ages and years are supposed to match but this is my story guyss:() h/b is hot beverage bc not everyone is into coffee

Also void his name is stiles and he is Mieczyslaw's twin brother:)

MINORS DNI smut haha mommy kink go brrrr, fluff and angst angst angst

Slytherin gang x reader

3rd pov

After spending a night cuddling with your not offical partners, you get out of bed early because Dumbledore has requested your presence at his office

You get dressed quietly but mattheo still wakes up "y-you leaving us?" he asks softly with a heartbroken tone "you cant fucking leave us, you will never find anyone even close to us" he says with a stern tone

You give him a kiss "i gotta go see dumbledore" you tell him making him sigh in relief "thank fuck, be a good girl put on one of our tops, preferably a sweater its cold" he tells you still whispering and pointing at the clothing pile on your desk, it got hot before you all went to sleep so they took of their clothes leaving them in their underwear

You smile and take off the shirt you had put on and grab the pink sweater pansy had on earlier, you grab a tank top and put it on then the sweater on top tucking both into your skirt, mattheo gives you a thumbs up before pointing at his lips

You walk over and give him a peck before he slaps your ass softly and shoos you off

You walk out of the hufflepuff common room with a smile on your face, when you reach dumbledores office you find two tall guys standing outside it arguing

"lemon drops" you says with a yawn making the doors open, the boys turn to you with wide jaws, their eyes scanning your chubby frame and thick thighs

"morning headmaster" you say while entering the office, he pours you a cup of h/b "goodmorning dear, five, stiles you may enter" professor dumbledore says with sparkles in his eyes

You take a sip of the not too hot beverage and smile "are they new?" you ask making dumbledore nod "yes they are to be sorted today, and they need to be shown around i thought maybe you could do that?" he asks making you nod

"ofcourse i can" you reply "you boys ready to get sorted?" dumbledore asks the boys making them nod

They smirk before walking up to dumbledore who is now holding the sorting hat "five hargreeves" he calls out

The shorter boy of the two sits down "SLYTHERIN" the hat yells out immediately, five smiles

"stiles stilinski" he calls out next, the taller boy sits down the hat starts speaking and you can see stiles talking back "SLYTHERIN" it calls out again

Dumbledore smiles and nods at you "thank you for agreeing to showing them around my dear"

You beam at him before turning to the boys "well lets go!" you say before walking to the door of the office, you go to open it but it opens already

"ah hey princess, what a coincidence" theo says with a smile, the rest of the gang standing behind him all looking smug

Stiles and five walk up behind you "you know we didnt catch your name" five says

"pretty sure she didnt throw it buddy" mattheo spits out

You just ignore the commotion and walk out of dumbledores office "i gotta show them around, be nice, im y/n l/n, im a 4th year hufflepuff" you say with a smile

"if you follow me i can show you the classes, then the way to every common room" you offer, before starting to walk away

"i think the one with the nose scar didnt particularly like us" five speaks up "thats mattheo, he doesnt really like new people" you tell them

After you showed them around you lead them to the great hall, thats now open for breakfast "you can sit with me if you want" you offer the boys

They look at eachother with a smirk "we would love to" stiles answers for both of them

You sit down at the hufflepuff table, the two of them sitting next to you before your seven partners join too

"i see you made some friends" draco says spitting the last word, blaise slaps his shoulder before leaning over the table "hey babydoll" he greets you and pecks your lips "after breakfast wanna meet me in the room of requirements?" he asks making you nod

You introduce everyone and they start talking, you squirming in your seat while blaise keeps staring at you with a smirk

"so.. How does this actually work?" stiles asks looking at the poly couple

Tom smirks "well we are all dating, except fuck face and me, he is my little brother" he says flicking mattheo's forehead making him snarl "ill fucking cuck you if you dont watch out" he spits making pansy giggle "ill cuck you both if you keep snarling"

You bury you're head in your arms "guys public" you squeek out making everyone coo

"i mean ill give it to you guys, very impressive being able to handle a eight person relationship" five says

"oh i mean its just us seven" theo says making your heart drop, ofcourse they didnt actually want you, they only want the sex

You feel someone tap your head and you look up blaise looks at you with smirk before holding a strawberry to your lips "gotta atleast eat something" he says "just be a good girl and eat the damn strawberry, or you'll go over my knee" he says when you just stare at him, you open your mouth and take a bite of the strawberry

Blaise smiles "good girl" he praises before swiping some juice off your lips with his thumb and putting it into your mouth, making you lightly suck on it, before remembering you arent alone and pushing his hand away

"y/n and i are gonna leave" blaise says before walking a bit to the end of the table and then walking up to you, offering his hand to you "byebye guys" you say with a shy smile and grabbing blaises hand

He starts fast walking to the room of requirements, when the door opens he pulls you in quickly

The room is just one big matress cube, he wraps his arms around you and falls down, pulling you with him on top of him

One of his hands settle on the back of your thigh, the other goes to your cheek and he your face down to kiss him

Its then the door opens and blaise stops kissing you sitting up, he places his hand on the back of your head pushing it into the crook of his neck

In walk the others and the new guys, blaise scoffs "was gonna fuck my girl in here but yeah sure just come right in" he says before getting up, his hands on your ass and your legs around his waist

The room changes, on the left side is a bed going from the wall to the other wall, in the middle is a big couch a coffee table and a fire place, on the right there is a kitchen

Blaise rolls his eyes before he starts walking to the couch, he sits on the end of it and makes you straddle him "fuck did you guys want huh?" blaise says annoyed when they join them on the couch

"if you wanna get your dick wet so badly you can just do it, we dont mind" void says with a smirk, his arm wrapped around five

Blaise laughs "and let you see my girl? Dont think so mate"

Draco clears his throat "our girl" he corrects blaise, you burry your head deeper into his neck making blaise coo softly

" 'need you" you whine softly, blaise looks at the others who are now deep im conversation, he slides your panties to the side and unzips his pants, he takes out his cock before sliding you down onto him

"that enough babydoll? You need more?" he asks before softly grabbing your hair and pulling you to face him, your eyes are glossy "how you feeling?" he asks "fuzzy" you confess

The interaction causes the attention to shift to you both "yeah? You want me to make you not fuzzy sweetheart?" he asks before kissing your cheek, you nod your head

He lets out a tsk when he notices everyone staring "what even was it you guys came here for again?"

"some guy with a scar was talking about the little cutie so your partners got pissed off, blondie told him 'hey pottah why dont you screw off before i give you another scar, just like first year'" five says with a laugh "he was scared shitless, anyways he got us kicked out of the greathall"

Blaise scoffs again before he gets up, cock still filling your cunt making you moan, he walks up to the bed before pulling out, he takes off his shoes and then yours before he lays on top of you

He slides back in and starts moving his hips "as much as i love your sounds you gotta stay quiet babydoll, i dont want them to hear your moans"

The others start talking again but pansy gets up and jumps on the bed, she starts kissing you to help you keep quiet knowing blaise is very strict and will have you over his knee if you make any sounds

Blaise his hand goes to your chubby tummy and he starts pounding into you harder, five squirms in his seat making void look at him, void notices his boyfriend sporting a boner and whispers to him "dont worry ill let you play later" making five glare at him "you wish, we both know im more dom then you are"

Lorenzo looks over at his partners on the bed "you should start kissing her throat too, she had a soft spot where her jaw meets her throat" he says while casually palming himself, not caring about the new guys

Tom scoffs and slaps his hand from his cock "babyboy you didnt ask premission, you wanna go over my knee?"

Lorenzo scoffs "they didnt ask premission either" he whines "oh no he asked if he could fuck her this morning when you guys where still sleeping, could him he could if he sucked me off" mattheo says with a smirk, blaisr chuckles "gave him the best blowjob he has ever had" he says before hitting your g-spot

You gasp into pansy's mouth "gotta cum gotta cum" you chant making pansy pull away "gotta ask him if you can"

"s-sir please gotta cum" you moan out softly "go ahead" he says giving you premission, pansy's hand reaches down to play with your clit which resulted into blaise slapping her ass "gotta ask me for premission you fucking brat" he says making her smirk

Her fingers move tight circles onto your clit making your legs shake, you grab onto the sheet and grip them tightly "so good so good, thank you" you mewl before letting go, cumming all over blaises cock

"such a good girl" he praises you before leaning down and kissing your lips softly "can i cum in you babydoll?" he asks, his thrusts getting sloppy

"oh god yes! Fill me up please, stuff me sir" you say making him groan before he shoots his cum into you, pansy removes her hand and kisses both of you

Blaise lifts you up, cock still inside before he sits back on the couch, you cockwarming him

Blaise glares at the new guys seeing both of them sporting boners "you liked watching my girl get fucked?" he spits making you slap his chest "b' nice, sir" you say

"hey hey, im not sir, im blaise yeah?" he asks making you look at him "you there y/n?" he asks making you whine "yes"

Mattheo gets up and stands behind blaise, his hand going to your cheek "daddy" you say excitedly "no baby, im mattheo" he says "come back to us"

The room changes again, the beds gone and now has a big bathtub standing there "lets go take a bath okay baby?" blaise asks making you nod

"you two look the fuck away" mattheo snarls to five and void, they both lift up their hands in defense and look away, blaise quickly undresses you and puts you in the already filled bath before undressing too and getting in

Mattheo scoffs before taking off his suit and folding it up, then getting naked and getting in too, one of his hands immediately goes into your hair pulling you to his chest and caressing your hair, before he pulls blaise into him too "both did so good" mattheo coos

One of blaises hands goes to grope your tits while the other goes back to your cunt, sliding a finger in

Mattheo scolds him "hey, babyboy, shes still sensitive be nice" he says making tom laugh "oh yeah like you didnt fuck her in the tub after taking her"

"hey i knew she could give me one more and she did" mattheo snaps back before licking his lips, his hand grabs yours and places it on blaises cock making you move it up and down

Five starts squirming in his seat again making void roll his eyes and unzip five's pants, and pulling out his cock, pansy subtly watches as void starts touching fives cock

Pansy pulls on theo's sleeve and nods to the two boys. Theo smirks as he and void make eye contact, they break eye contact when they hear a loud gasp

"no no 's too much, sir" you gasp out trying to push blaise's hands away but mattheo grabs your wrists and holds them behind your back "hey, be nice, hes making you feel good" he scolds you, he uses his other hand to tightly grab your hair yanking your head back "let them hear you so they know who you belong to" he whispers in your ear

You mewl "thank you, thank you so much" you say making blaise smile "your welcome babydoll" he says while curling his fingers up into you, hitting your g-spot making you throw your head back even more and your mouth opens in a silent moan

Void is still jerking his boyfriend who is watching the bathtub scene "im gonna fucking cum" he grits out before grabbing void by the hair and pulling his head down to his cock, void opens his mouth and lets five fuck his face "fucking swallow every bit" five demands void before cumming down his throat

Five lets go of voids hair and the elder boy removes his mouth from his boyfriends cock before swallowing and wiping his mouth "such a good boy" void coos making five roll his eyes "ur the good boy"

Your legs start shaking and you come all over blaise's fingers "cant anymore cant anymore" you yelp out making blaise pull away, mattheo softly drops his hands making you fall into him, head nuzzling his chest

"that was so hot" lorenzo says with a smirk "next time you should overstimulate her" he continues resulting in you whining "please dont do that"

Before realising that you arent alone with your partners, you slap blaise his chest and go to speak but he shushes you "they didnt mind, they enjoyed the show, dont worry about it babydoll, i mean look at them" he says before pulling you to face void who is now being sucked off by five

Pansy is sitting next to them looking while theo plays with her cunt, mattheo scoffs "who the fuck said you four could do that? You stop sucking him, you stop touching her" he scolds making pansy and theo shoot apart, but five keeps bobbing his head

"fuck you gonna do about it little boy?" void asks mattheo challenging him, blaise pulls you out of the tub, shielding your body with his and pulls his sweater onto you before he puts on his pants, he lifts you up and sits with you between his legs next to pansy and theo

Mattheo gets out of the tub too wearing a smirk, he walks over fully naked to void and grabs his hair "you really wanna be a fucking brat?" he asks making void smirk aswell "im not a brat, but nice try babyboy" void says grabbing ahold of mattheos hair

You look over at pansy who scoffs quietly, she pulls you up going unnoticed by everyone but blaise who just keeps watching mattheo and void

Pansy pulls you infront of the first before pulling you between her legs, your back against her front, your head falls back onto her shoulder "they probably think they are alpha males" pansy whispers to you making you giggle "totally"

Pansy all of a sudden grabs your legs and spreads them over hers "nono i cant anymore" you say "if you really cant anymore just say red okay baby?" she says

Void bucks his hips up into fives throat and cums, shooting his load down his throat while holding eyecontact with mattheo, when five pulls away he swallows which recieves praise from void

"okay mommy" you say making her bite your neck "good girl" one of her hand goes to your cunt while the other goes under blaise's sweater, pansy rubs her finger through your folds before sliding a finger into your hole making you gasp

The attention turns to the two girls, tom tsks "really? You again didnt ask premission pansy.. Why you being such a brat?" he asks

Pansy sticks out her tongue "im just making mommy's good girl feel even better" she tells tom, theo's eyebrow shoots up "mommy? You have a mommy kink, you never told us that" he says confused

Pansy looks down in shame "yeah well i didnt know until now, little hufflepuff here is the one with parent issues not me" she says making you frown "also werent you guys punishing them? Turn your attention back to them"

A switch flicks in your mind and you push pansy's hand away, you rush to grab your shorts and slide them. On before grabbing your other clothes, then slytherins make sounds of confusion and ask what you are doing but you ignore them to run to your dorm

Five grabs void and jumps infront of you, you have just reached your dorm when they appear making you yelp and almost fall down the stairs but void catches you

"you okay?" he asks making you shake your head "whats wrong?" five asks you

You go to push past them but void tightens his grip on you "talk to us please" he begs you shake your head again before hearing people enter the common room, void lets go off you and you walk to your dorm

The two guys also enter before looking at you expectedly "its just" you start but are cut off by a knock on the door "why the hell is the door locked? Come on y/n please let us in"

"i dont have parents, and pansy saying that made me sad and i like running away from my feelings, also they just use me for sex" you tell them, the knocking continues

You dont reply and just dive into your bed, face first into the pillow "open the door please" pansy begs, void and five look at eachother while biting their lips and sitting down next to you

"we dont have parents either" five confesses "well i mean basically i have a dad and a mom but my mom is a robot and my dad only wanted me and my siblings because we have these powers and he tried to make us into heros, but i ran away, he wasnt a real dad"

"i dont have parents either, i had a dad but he only cared for my geeky twin brother Mieczyslaw, who was daddy's favorite so i just left, five helped me get over the feeling of being lonely, we are here for you" void says before pulling you up and into his chest, five joins the hug

The door slams open by the use of a spell and in storm the slytherin gang, noticing your shaking frame between the two new guys "sweets, i didnt know that would upset you" pansy says sounding upset

You just shake your head before a sob gets out, void's grip on you tightens "dont cry, dont cry" he coos "please dont cry" he begs softly with tears in his eyes too

Five kisses void's forehead and starts swaying them both left to right softly "i got you" he tells you both

The slytherin gang stands there looking helplessly as these guys confort their girl, they feel a weird feeling blossom in their chests

Void and five hold onto you until you fall asleep, five softly lays you down on your bed and tucks you in before kissing your forehead, he takes void back into his arms and glares at the other slytherins "shes your girl but you guys dont know shit about her do you? I mean did you guys even ask her to join your relationship? Bet you guys didnt, what you just stringing the little cutie along for sex?"

"i think you need to leave" void says voice laced with venom "we arent going to let you hurt her like this anymore" he says while five lets go of him and they grab their wands pointing it to the other slytherins

They look at your sleeping form before they walk out, leaving you with void and five "i know we promised we wouldnt do this again" void says "i know.. But its different this time, look at her, she needs us" five says before pulling void into a kiss "we can just be her friends, we dont have to repeat what happened with dolores" five tells void thinking back on the last time they fell for someone else

"i wanna cuddle her so bad" void confesses "cuddles?" they hear you sleepily mumble "yeah cuddles, would you like some, love?" five asks making you sleepily nod

Void gets in behind you and spoons you, five softly pulls your head on his chest before muttering a spell to fix the door

The next day

You are awoken by the door slamming open and yelling, you can feel void get up and five pulls you closer, you then hear void start yelling to and five's hands go over your ears

"shes ours" mattheo yells out "but she isnt because you guys are just using her for sex, i mean you call her your girl and then dont fucking ask her to be your girlfriend? Fuck is wrong with you guys" void yells at him

You bury your head deeper into fives chest and whimper softly, the sound makes everyone stop and turn to you only to notice you and five are gone, they turn to void who just glares at them

Five has teleported you into his and voids dorm, you still cuddled up to him, you are now softly sobbing while five strokes your hair "the sweater smells like them" you mutter out before taking if off

Five covers his eyes before blindly reaching into his unpacked open bag and throwing a sweater at you which you quickly put on

"you covered again doll?" he asks, his hand still over his eyes, you lay your head down on his chest again and nod, his hands both go to your waist and he pulls you to lay on top of him, his arms wrapping around your waist

"i got you" he says pulling you closer, the door softly opens and void walks in being followed by the of the gang

"fuck are they doing here" five demands, void frowns at fives words "sorry, i didnt mean it like that, bub" he says noticing the frown

Void just shakes his head "is all good, bug" he says before also getting in the bed, laying down next to you two

"y/n we are very sorry, we just thought we already where dating cause we sleep in the same bed and we have sex, we care about you okay? And we are sorry for the poor communication, but you shouldve fucking spoken up instead of just running away like a pathetic bitch" mattheo spits out before tom slaps him "dude, no" he says but the damage is already done

You grip fives shirt tightly before tears escape your eyes again. "whatever this was is over" you tell them making them look at eachother "y/n i didnt mean that" mattheo says

"GET THE FUCK OUT" void yells at them, they look at you but you just bury your face into fives chest, they glare at mattheo and walk out

Void jumps up and closes the door

"im so sorry they did that y/n, you arent pathetic" void says while getting on the bed again, his lips connecting to your forehead "you can stay with us for a bit if you want? Its not like we have any classes for a while" five offers making you nod

In the slytherin gang's dorm

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT" tom yells at mattheo, the latter whimpers "did you see how he was holding her? Thats how we are supposed to hold her, not some random little boy, i just snapped" mattheo says

Draco scoffs "i get that, i was jealous too but i didnt call her a pathetic bitch"

"you better make it up to her man" blaise says "i dont wanna lose her just because you ran your mouth"

The next day

You woke up feeling something hard poke your side "is she dead?" void asks while poking you with his magic wand

Five walks out of the bathroom and slaps his hand away "be nice to doll, she is going through shit, keep poking her and ill pull you over my knee" he turns to you and kisses your forehead "its three am, dumbass here gets snacky at that time, is there like a kitchen we can go to?" five asks making you nod

You go to get up but void lifts you bridal style "where is it at?" he asks "fruit painting near the hufflepuff common room, you gotta tickle the pear" you tell them sleepily

Five grabs voids arm and teleports the three of you there, he tickles the pear and the door opens to reveal the slytherin gang "stay here" five says pushing you and void out of sight

"is our girl okay?" theo asks five when he walks in but he ignores him "hi uh can i just have like a picnic basket filled with junk food? And a large jar of black coffee, and some coke?" five asks while squatting infront of a house elf, the house elf smiles and nods before going to make the food

"just.. Just tell us if she's okay please" lorenzo asks, his voice breaking making five melt "she's fine, she's gonna be fine for as long as she sticks with me and void until you guys fix your shit" he snarls

When the house elf hands the basket to him he smiles "thank you, have a nice rest of the night" he says before walking out, mattheo follows him "just tell her im sorry please" he begs making void scoff

"you need to learn to just keep your mouth shut" he snarls before five teleports them away, when you get back into the dorm void drops you onto the bed before he dives into the picnic basket "oh hell yeah twister fries"

Five snickers "fucking fatass" he says affectionately

You giggle at their actions before taking a can of coke, you turn to void "can you open for me? I can never do it" you say with a pout making him laugh "haha so useless" he says jokingly

You gasp offendedly "how rude" you say before the three of you burst out in laughter

Later that day when the slytherin gang walls past the dorm they can hear their girls laugh mixed with the other guys laughter

"we gotta win her back, i dont care if she wants to also date them, she needs to be ours again" tom says

Wanna buy me a coffee?

[dracosathenaeum]

The Game | D.M.

Summary: You and Draco are friends with benefits but a game of spin the bottle causes you both to rethink your situation

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, slight Fred Weasley x reader (hot make out scene 👀)

Warnings: Smut, angst, daddy kink, baths, alcohol

Word Count: 3,651

A/N: You’ve just lost the game, you’re welcome xx I also wasn't going to post this tonight but @fuckingdraco and @dracoswift hyped me up, ily <3

MASTERLIST

FOR THE NON-BRITS: touchwood = knock on wood

You weren’t anything special. No golden girl like Granger, not a descendant from anyone of significance, no. You were just you. And perhaps that was why he was so surprised when his heart started tugging at his chest every time you left his arms.

He had been with countless the girls.

He had touched you the same as he had touched Pansy. 

He had kissed you the same way he had kissed Daphne.

He had held you the same way he had held Millicent.

He had fucked you the same way he had fucked half the girls in the year.

Yet you still managed to be different.

You had started out as just another pass time, but you had lasted longer than any of his other flings, and beating Pansy was a trial in itself. She had stuck to him like glue in between other flings. He didn’t hate her company; he just knew he your company hadn’t become annoying to him yet, and that was all he needed. Maybe that’s why you had lasted so long, as soon as he realised girls started falling for him, he would pull away and break things off. But it had been almost half a year of your mutual agreement and you showed no signs of infatuation, no pesky feelings that would get in the way of good sex and he liked that.

He hadn’t grown tired of you. Hadn’t begun to find your voice annoying or your kisses dull. He still loved the way you felt in his arms, loved waking up to you curled into his side and most of all, being inside of you.

He wasn’t in love, feelings may be there, but not love. Not that he was willing to jeopardise his consistent shag of course, finding another girl to take over would be easy, finding one who wouldn’t catch feelings would be the hard part. Besides, he was used to you, if you wanted to break off the arrangement, he wouldn’t stop you but he sure as hell wouldn’t be the one to do it. He would simply wait it out, wait for you to fall for him like all the others before you had. Except this time he would give you a chance, test out your compatibility perhaps, though clearly you were both very compatible in bed.

You had both set some rules early on.

1.           There would be no labels attached to whatever relationship you two had

2.           If either of you wish to pursue a romantic relationship with someone else, you must break off this agreement first

3.           Could use the other to keep unwanted advances off

That last one was more for him than it had been for you, not many people had noticed you before you started sleeping with Draco, but none had attempted to even flirt with you since the two of you became public. Everyone knew of course, that you weren’t together together, just fuck buddies as it were, that was all of Draco’s relationships after all. But that didn’t mean anyone dared try to interfere.

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Astoria Greengrass. The younger sister of Daphne Greengrass, someone Draco still considered a friend despite their history and her feelings. Astoria however was not someone anyone expected to try and cosy up to Draco, especially considering how Draco’s arm was still wrapped firmly around your waist as she threw on a flirty smile. Astoria was innocent, she was young, and her sister had surely warned her away from him judging by the look of hurt flashing across the elder sister’s face. Yet here she was.

A 7th year party was the last place you expected Draco to be stolen from your side, but you let him go, you don’t really have a say after all, rather, he’s the one that lets go of you.

You knew the game well, you had watched the girls before you fail at the final hurdle but you were determined. You had first noticed him properly in 3rd year, started developing feelings in 5th before finally getting your chance in 7th. You had managed to catch his eye; you had learnt the failures of the previous girls and you used it to your advantage.

You finally had the chance to be something more, to pretend he loved you when he held you, when he fucked you, when he moaned praises in your ear. You wouldn’t ruin your chances. Not yet. Not when you had spent the past 6 months hiding your emotions, willing your face to give off no sign of jealousy. There was only one emotion you found hard to find, hurt. But that usually came after he was gone, when he wouldn’t stay some nights and instead left you the second he was done with you. Those were the nights that you realised just what kind of game you were playing, that in the end, you would be the one to lose everything.

You try not to look, you really do. But it’s an itching behind your eyes, fingers fiddling with the cup you’re drinking out of and it’s the anger in Daphne’s eyes as she watches their exchange that makes you finally turn and look. He’s leant against the wall with Astoria stood infront of him, fingers innocently strung together as she stared at him from under her perfectly curled eyelashes. A whisp of her perfectly curled hair falls infront of her face, you watch as her mouth forms an innocent ‘o’ before trying to blow it away only for it to fall back. Her giggle makes you want to hex her. Draco tucking the strand of hair behind her ear makes you want to shave her head. The flush that comes across her face at Draco’s actions and his hand that lingers in her hair a second too long has you joining in on the spin the bottle game you had previously sat out of.

Downing the contents of the glass in your hand, you wince at the burn before sitting at the empty spot between a Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

You look up to see yourself directly across from Cormac McLaggen which has you cursing under your breath and sending a silent plea to every god and deity there is to save you from that. Anyone but him.

You cheer when the circle cheers, watch as horny teenagers practically swallow each other’s tongues. Cormac gives you a greasy smile that has you wanting to get up, but it’s better than watching Draco and Astoria flirt their perfectly compatible arses off.

“Anyone but that bastard McLaggen.” You whisper it just before you spin, hoping that it works in your favour rather than jinxes it, tapping the table leg behind you with a quick “Touchwood” just to cover all grounds.

You’ve fucked it.

It spins, but the universe is mocking you. It slows down, likely to land on fucking McLaggen. He could be a fucking prince for all you cared but there was no way you’d let that slimy shit kiss you.

You cross your fingers, willing for it to pass him. And for a while it looks like you’re screwed, but just as you’re about to feign alcohol poisoning it passes him, by barely an inch, but all the same it passes him. You watch with wide eyes as it lands on Fred Weasley by that one inch and you let out the breath you hadn’t known you held. The worried expression on your face quickly became one of relief, a look of relief could’ve been mistaken for happiness, and for a certain blonde, it had.

Fred raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not expecting that reaction from you, before offering you a toothy grin that you return before crawling to where he sat, settling your arms around his neck as his guided your face to his.

You couldn’t stop the moan that sounded at the first touch of his lips against yours. They didn’t know your lips as Draco’s did but that didn’t stop him from being a damn good kisser, knowing exactly where to put his hands and when to use his tongue. Fred Weasley was good. You briefly wonder if the alcohol was why you couldn’t pull away but that didn’t matter when he took your lower lip between his teeth and bit hard.

Forgetting yourself and where you were, you didn’t object when he grasped your thighs in his hands, pulling you to straddle his lap. You don’t hear the cheers erupt around you; you don’t hear Astoria shout after Draco as he leaves her mid conversation, and you don’t notice he’s gone until Fred pulls back to catch his breath.

You catch Pansy’s gaze from over Fred’s shoulder and that’s when you realise something was wrong.

She was smirking at you.

She only ever did that when things had gone her way, which, when concerned Draco, was never a good sign.

You were in half a mind to just turn your head slightly and kiss the man you were sat on senseless again, especially with the way his fingers gripped your thighs under your skirt. But you also knew they were trying to keep you from running as soon as you could, as if knowing you would inevitably follow the Slytherin out but wanted you to stay anyways.

Your head drops to Fred’s shoulder, breathing in a scent you could only describe as homey and warm, the opposite to Draco’s crisp, sharp aftershave, a scent you loved and could almost describe as home.

All these years and not even a magical first kiss with someone (though you were very drunk) could waver your love for him.

“Draco is one lucky bastard.”

“I’m sorry, Fred.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a game after all.” You grimaced at his tone but dug yourself deeper into the hole.

“If it’s any consolation you are a damn good kisser.” Complement a man then leave him high and dry for another, great job y/n. You were doing great.

“The second he fucks up you know where to find me though yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the giggle that left you lips, in a life where you weren’t already enamoured with Draco, perhaps this could’ve been the start of something.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

His fingers slip from your thighs, offering you a hand to steady yourself before you take off, the bottle continuing to cause messy drama as you watch Harry’s spin land on Theo. Damn Draco and his fucking temper tantrums for causing you to miss that moment.

The walk back to Draco’s room sobered you up, head clearing and realising what him leaving meant. Was he mad that you had kissed another person or was he… jealous?

You had never let yourself hope before, but then again, you had never found a reason to.  

He’s waiting for you, pacing around the room with his brows furrowed in a way that reminded you of a child throwing a tantrum. The thought of it making you laugh, giving away your presence in the room.

“Draco, I-“

He pushes you against his door, hands trapping you against the hard wood of the door behind you as his mouth swallowed your words. His hands worked quickly to strip you of your clothes as you tried to reciprocate his actions as best as you could, mind whirling as this was not where you had expected this to go.

Fred’s kisses had been new, they’d been exciting and addicting. But Draco’s? Even whilst he was pissed and rough, they were home. Lips you were used to, lips that could mould to yours perfectly instantly, lips that knew exactly how you liked to be kissed.

He pulled away to bring his mouth to the column of your neck, giving you a harsh suck where he knew would have your knees buckle, using the movement to sweep you off the floor and onto his bed.

Draco works fast when he’s angry, nothing in his mind but fucking his anger out of his system. He’s out of the remains of his clothes before you even have a chance to catch your breath. He stares at you with an unreadable expression so you match his, your features showing indifference rather than the usual lust you would allow yourself.

His narrows his eyes at you one last time before he brings his body between your spread legs, his warm mouth making contact with your cunt, tongue swirling around your clit. Your hips raise of the bed, wrists pulling at the charm that held them in place over your head as the rest of your body tries to get as close to the source of pleasure as possible.

A whine leaves you as his mouth stops its ministrations, one of his hands pushing your writhing hips back onto the bed as his darkened eyes find yours once more.

“Good girls behave, y/n.” You can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips when eases a finger into you, eyes never leaving yours.

A second finger joins the first, curling at a certain angle that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a heavy weight starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Only good girls get to cum y/n, you haven’t been very good tonight, have you?” The tightness in your stomach ready to uncoil when his lips met your clit again, giving a harsh suck before pulling away from you completely. Without his hands holding you down your hips rise up, following his fingers as they pull out and away from you, his cold gaze telling you everything you needed to know.

“I’m sorry Draco, please. Please. I was so close; I swear I’ll be good from now on. I promise. Draco please.”

“I don’t think you have.”

He’s standing again, hands on his hips, tongue running across his lips, the lips that had just almost pushed you over the edge. You didn’t have time to be frustrated over the near orgasm, besides, Draco had a thing for orgasm denial, you were all too used the edging.

“Unbind my arms.” He raises an eyebrow at your attempt to shift in power, but does as you ask all the same.

Your hands reach for his heavy cock, mouth giving a tentative suck at the swollen head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. Your hands give him a few hard strokes before you take him back into your mouth, eyes watering as you struggle to fit even a third of him in your mouth.

“As much as I love to see you choke on my cock, I don’t think you deserve it today.”

You stare up at him through your eyelashes, the twitching of him in your mouth was all the confirmation you needed to know he was very much enjoying the view of you struggling to accommodate the size of him. 6 months of practise but you still couldn’t manage to take him in all the way.

His hands cup your face as he pulls you off his cock, replacing it with 3 of his fingers instead. His fingers press down on your tongue, forcing your head back, the rest of your body following as he lowers himself over you, his free hand already lining himself up with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

All it would take would be one small shift of your hips and he would slip inside of you but the last time you had tried that he had bent you over his knee and slapped your cheeks until they were burning. You knew when to test him, and right now was not the time.

“Please fuck me Draco, I’m yours-” You’re not done practically purring your words when he thrusts so that his hips are flush with yours, giving you no time to adjust before he starts pounding into you with deep satisfying thrusts that have you drooling on his fingers.

His hands hold yours above your head, his mouth hot against your ear as he grunts and reminds you of who you ‘belong’ to.

“That Weasley could never fuck you like I can. This cunt is mine; it’s made for my cock and my cock only, do you understand?”

You whimper as your only response as his hips switch from their long deep thrusts to sharp snaps of his hips against yours, his mouth still reminding you who you belonged to.

“This cunt is mine; do you understand?”

You don’t know if you had responded with a “yes” or if it had simply merged with a moan to become incomprehensible.

“Yes what?” His hips continued their thrusts all the while, never losing their rhythm as your body arched into him and squirmed trying to get closer.

“Yes, daddy.”

You don’t call him that a lot, only when you’re truly in need of a trap card and apparently you were as it fell naturally.

His eyes snap up to meet yours, his grey eyes turning even stormier than before as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth and fingers finding your swollen clit again.

“Be a good girl for daddy and cum.”

You don’t have to be told twice and finally let go of the heaviness in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching around his as your body clings onto him, mouth unable to keep up with his kisses. The sight of you lost in pleasure, body writhing under his own, the fact that he had been the one to bring you this much pleasure was all he needed to paint your walls white. You hadn’t even noticed his stuttering hips, hadn’t noticed him still before pulling out. You were still in a daze, collecting your breathing as you came down from a high you had never experienced before.

“Are you okay?” You blinked away the blurriness in your vision to see Draco’s worried eyes scanning your face, hands keeping your gaze on him. “Was I too rough love?”

You know you must look horrendous right now, sweat coating your skin, a dazed expression on your face but you still give the biggest smile your tired muscles could.

“I’m perfect.”

“Want me to carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please.”

You’re in that space between reality and dreams when he picks you up, an arm hooked under your back and knees. He places you on the toilet first, you made the mistake of forgetting once and you made him promise to never forget again.

You watch as he moved around the bathroom, eyes appreciative of the view. Watching his back muscles become taunt as he stretched was something you could never get tired of. The red markings down his back from a couple nights ago were still prominent, you had offered to heal them, but he insisted on wearing them like ‘battle scars’ to show off in the quidditch changing rooms, you had rolled your eyes when he gave you that reason.

He had charmed the bathtub to fit the both of you, sliding in first before helping you step in. You rest against his chest, humming appreciatively as he runs his hands across your skin, focusing on the way they felt rather than the ache between your legs and on your wrists.

“I mean what I said.”

“hmm?” you had almost fallen asleep, his voice pulling you out from your haze.

“You’re mine. All of you. If you’ll have me.” You’re fully awake now, body tensed up as you realise exactly what he meant. You turned your body to face his, ignoring the water splashing over the sides of the tub as you settle between his legs again, facing him, “You want me? What happened to wanting no strings attached?”

You knew the game he played well, you wouldn’t fall at the final hurdle, if that was even what this is.

“I want you y/n. I’m not going to spout some bullshit love confession like some first year drugged on Amortentia, but I can’t share anymore.” Draco Malfoy was bad at communication but good lord this was a new low even for him. You were half inclined to continue feigning indifference to protect what you had, but the other half was greedy. Draco was offering you more, how could you not take this opportunity. You had beaten the game, you had gotten Draco to want more with you, well at least you were 70% sure.

“Is this some roundabout way of you asking me to be your girlfriend?” His upper lip twitched as you said the word girlfriend, the action making your own eyes drop to the space between you. Wet fingers cup you face, bringing your face back to his as he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. You had had lazy kisses together before, during lazy morning sex. But this, this was slow and meaningful and full of emotion. He might never be good with words, but this, this would be enough.

You pull away from him by a hair’s breadth, lips only millimetres apart. “Okay.” Each syllable you said caused your lips to touch again, neither of you moving just yet. He lets out a shuddering breath that he must’ve been holding in, a grin covering his face in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re lucky you asked now, I was hoping to visit Fred soon.”

The ache between your legs only became worse as he kept you awake for the rest of the night, edging you and taunting you for hours to prove you belonged to him and that a Weasley wouldn’t even begin to compare (too bad you never got the chance to).

Waking up with sore limbs and a satisfying ache all over your body was worth every second it had taken to get here. To win Draco Malfoy.

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bleeding hearts - adrian pucey (part one)

Description: Olive’s heart doesn’t only bleed for her brother Terence Higgs and their broken family life but also for Adrian Pucey who she’s been yearning for, for far too long. (Part One of Three) Word count: 3.3K Warnings: Mentions of death and family complications. A/N: This is me headcanoning the Higgs family and an introduction for the next two parts! Dedication: this goes to @limerenze who has given me all the encouragement I needed to keep going and has supported this from the beginning. I love you and I'm so glad silly little Adrian brought us together.

love-lies-bleeding (Amaranthus caudatus)

“Higgs will I be seeing you at quidditch try-outs this year?” Cedric Diggory grins taking his seat beside Hannah Abbott at the table across from you.

“Yeah nice try Diggory I’m not keen on dying this year either” You laugh picking up your fork and stabbing it into the pancake that's appeared on the platter in front of you.

“Oh come on, your brother is a great seeker. Surely you’ve got some talent we could use on the Hufflepuff team” He leans in forward his left cheek towards you like some cartoon character trying to convince the audience of something.

“No talent here buddy sorry” You stick out your pointer finger pushing him back by the cheek and when you retract your hand you glance over to your brother's seat at the Slytherin table.

Terence has jumped up from the table and is acting out something, his curly light brown hair bobbing up and down as he moves enthusiastically. The people around him laugh. He looks like an idiot without any context and you want to laugh too but all you can do is smile softly realising you might be in the same room but you're both worlds away. The feeling sinks in again resting just below your chest and it reminds you of your first few hours at Hogwarts two years ago. Time had passed and you were both in your own spaces, your own friends and living completely different lives that only merged when school breaks came around. Though siblings, your conversations were short and only ever involved when mum sent a letter. You wonder what had happened, what clicked in his brain as soon as he walked through these castle walls that made him want to be as far away as possible. You were familiar with the act now but that first year was by far the worst.

At 18 you rocked up to Hogwarts mesmerised by the castle before you. It was beautiful, old and you thought to yourself; no wonder Terence never wanted to come home. When you walked into the great hall ceiling above replicating the night sky you stopped in front of the hat that decided the colour robes you wore for the next 5 years. You hoped yours would come out green.

You assumed you’d get into the same house as your brother. Terence had come home after his first year telling you about the Weasleys and how every single one of them (including Percy who was in his year) had been sorted into the same house, Gryffindor. It gave you hope that it would be the same for you too. But when it was your turn the sorting hat shouted Hufflepuff and your heart dropped. People clapped and you were warmly welcomed into various peoples arms as they congratulated you. “Hufflepuff is your new family” they cheered but you already had one and he was sitting at a different table. You didn't really have the chance to discuss it and you weren't about to tell an old hat it was wrong. So you sat there with a fake smile on your face looking over to Terence for familiarity, for comfort but instead you got nothing.

You remember sitting outside and hearing Gryffindor's complaining about the Slytherins and how they were quote on quote evil. Terence wasn't mean, he wouldn't hurt anyone. But then again he had been here for two years before you and he felt like a stranger in these castle walls. You thought maybe you had painted this picture of your brother in the brightest colours without really knowing who he was. All suggested that was partly true. You noticed the shift in his attitude and you know people change when they’re around their friends, you did it too. It was more his attitude towards you. Overthinking it or not you felt like he was just tolerating you. You were his sister of course he loved you but was it because he had to?

Terence couldn't bare to look you in the eyes or in your general direction. He felt relieved you got Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin and that caused him to feel so much shame. He wished it was because he didn't want you to be perceived as the ‘bad and evil’. No, it was because he thought you’d suffocate him. The past two years he enjoyed being someone he wasn't at home, he enjoyed being somewhere you weren't. He didn't have to look after you here. He was an individual and he wanted to keep it that way.

Although he wasn't shocked when the hat announced the yellow and black colours because you weren't him, you didn’t Have to be him. Terence was forced to be resourceful to find ways to get out of difficult situations before and after their father left. He had to be clever navigating around both parents to not start a fight or get involved. He had a strong desire to be better and live better than how he was raised. He wanted to do better. With that came the determination to get the hell out.

You on the other hand had the patience to look after mum when she was in a state. You had the dedication to stay even when it was tough because she was your mother. You excused her actions because she's just tired, she’s not usually like this, you wanted to see the better in her even if there was none left. You happily picked up the pieces day by day hoping that maybe one day you would be able to glue them back together.

Not to say your mum wasn't a good mother but she was lost. The man she had loved and married had left her with no explanation, no note and no money to look after their children. So she did the only thing she could do. Pick up two jobs to make up the difference and attempt to busy herself enough to forget. Having a physical but absent parent was arguably worse. The money earned was split into savings, food, clothes and allowance. ‘Don't spend your allowance all at once okay?’ Terence would tell you and you watched as he shoved it into his piggy bank. You did the same.

Because of this you didn't have many things to do in your spare time that didn't include cleaning or cooking. Money stashed away and you refused to break open your piggy bank so most days after school you were in the garden. You watched flowers bloom and their petals fall. You watched them be eaten by disease and bugs. Sometimes you'd sit on your porch legs dangling off the side watching the muggle lady next door poke and prod at the soil with her shovel. She was probably mid 60’s with her kids already grown up and moved out. She turned around one day holding up a packet of seeds and called out “Would you like to help love?”. You did, and everyday she’d wait for you to come home from school so you could water them together and you’d tell her about your day. Once the little stems had sprouted and you realised how rewarding all the hard work had been. That's when you knew, this is what you wanted to do forever. You helped her plant her veggies (which she generously let you take home once they grew). She taught you how to treat disease and which crawlies were good and bad. One day you asked “Do these flowers have any meaning? Like roses do on valentines day?” She didn't know. But for your birthday that year she held a book before you ‘The Language of Flowers’. You still had it to this day scribbled with your own observations.

She was your best friend until you woke up one day to sirens. She’d passed and you stood on your porch watching in horror as her body was rolled out in a bag. The next day you cracked open your money box and brought forget me-not seeds from the local shop. You planted them in the backyard in her honour. I will always remember you and you will always be in my thoughts. At first bloom you picked some and used the heavy cook books that haven't been used in years to press them. They were yours forever.

When you got to Hogwarts years later you realised magical plants weren’t any different and herbology was something you easily excelled in. You wished she could see you now majoring in the subject all thanks to her.

Despite your passion and skills Terence's face would drop into a line every time you mentioned it, almost as if he didn't approve and when you questioned it he would say “What? I’m just listening”. But you knew it wasn't that. In the beginning you begged for his approval. Just say it's a good career, just say you think I’ll do great in the field just say it. But he would lift the corners of his lips weakly and pat your arm “Good job”. If you were doing such a good job why didn't it feel like that. So now you never bring it up. You don't happily mention the meaning of the flowers in the courtyard or how you're excited to see the next flowers in bloom. You don't talk about the history or how other countries view the same species. Given he was only around when he felt the need to be and you only talk when spoken to. It was sad but it is what it was.

But later today after dinner you see him walk down the hallway, anger spread across his face and Adrian Pucey following after him unimpressed. You apologise to Hannah for suddenly having to leave your conversation and rush after them. “What’s wrong?” you ask nearly having to run to keep up with their long strides.

“Terence didn't get seeker”

“What?” you exclaim “why?”

‘Malfoys daddy paid for some new expensive brooms, isn't that right Pucey?’ Terence laughs and Adrian presses his lips together not wanting to say another word.

'What so he bribed Marcus into getting seeker?’ you ask as everyone stops walking to say the Slytherin common room password.

Adrian half nods “I think it's because Potter’s the new seeker for the Gryffindor team”

It made sense. School had only been in for almost a month and everyone already knew Malfoy loathed Potter and their bickering created noise in the great hall that some found hilarious whilst others like yourself only found it to be annoying and disruptive. But this was Terence's last year to play before he graduated and it was taken away because of a feud?

Miles Bletchey jumps from the couch as everyone walks into the common room ‘Hey boys, Little Higgs’ he greets looking over at you for the last part.

“This is such bullshit it's your last year” you comment being cut off by the common room doors opening once again.

Draco comes striding in his two side kicks on either side “Ladies and Gentleman look at your new and better seeker” Everyone in the common room ignores him, turning back to their conversations. The four of you stand there unimpressed and annoyed.

“Oh shove off Malfoy just because you have a new fancy broom doesn’t mean you’ll be any good” you call out and Terence hits your arm. Stop.

Draco still has his stupid smile planted on his face and walks towards you “At least I’ll be playing”

You want to jump him. Maybe he won‘t be able to play with a broken arm, or leg. Whatever’s easiest. But you feel a tug on your robe from behind you pulling you back.

Adrian being the amazing prefect he is, was the one pulling you back and stepping between everyone “As much as I would have loved to see that happen '' he looks at you directly pausing before starting again “It’s not happening here or anywhere else. Draco get lost” he waves his hand at him and Malfoy and his little gang walk off.

“It’s fine, at least I won’t be distracted from my studies. I can’t be messing around on the field this year no offense Pucey”

Terence wasn't really upset he couldn't play this year, in fact he believed what he said about not being distracted. He thought it would be great not spending hours on a broom that would give him a sore back and leg aches. Even looking for the snitch caused his eyes to hurt. He would never get any studying done in his spare time. It was more the way it happened. As if Flint was so willing to give up Terence's position he had for the past two years for some brooms. Did their friendship mean nothing? Did talent mean nothing? He can only hope once Flint graduates Adrian gets captain and makes up for whatever Flints messing up.

“Thanks for nearly ripping Malfoys head off but really it's fine, see you” Terence pats your arm and walks off towards his dorm leaving you with Adrian and Miles. Despite barely talking you would do anything for him and you know he would do the same. Well you at least hoped he would.

“He’s upset”

“Yeah” Adrian sighs “I’ll talk to him later don't worry. I’ve got to go, Snape wants me to make signs’

You and Miles watch as he walks away, chuckling at him for having to do random duties.

“I got goalie thanks for asking” Miles jokes head up high

You tickle under his chin “Congrats Miles”

He slaps your hand away ‘Firstly stop. Secondly now that Terence isn't on the team you’ll have to admit you actually watch for Pucey’

“No I clearly watch it for you”

Miles puts his hand to his heart “Oh little Higgs you know the way to my heart” he leans in making kissy noises and you shove your hand into his face pushing him away. “But seriously are you just going to act like you don't have hearts in your eyes whenever he’s around”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do” You say, beginning to walk to the common room doors pulling it open and going out into the hallway. Miles follows.

“Come on, how many years has it been? I’m in pain watching it unfold. Just tell him” he sighs “He probably likes you back you know”

“Doubtful” you respond

When you got to Hogwarts you realised you weren't the only one who had eyes for Adrian Pucey. It wasn't surprising in the least. He was gorgeous, tall with mushroom cut black hair and middle parted bangs that ended at his cheekbones. He had soft features and a dimple that made an appearance whenever he smiled. A year later at 19 add a small scar below his right eye (which only a select few people know where it actually comes from). But it wasn't only his looks, he was charming and quiet, sarcastic when with the right crowd and never treated anyone unfairly. Which again wasn't surprising when he was awarded with the Slytherin prefect badge right before the school year started. He was your dream and coincidently everyone else's at Hogwarts too.

To you Adrian and in extension his family were like the fancy dinnerware your mum had stacked up in a display case in the house. You could look but you couldn't touch. Carefully crafted by some higher being to be perfect. He was unattainable in any romantic sense and you felt stupid when you thought otherwise- which was pretty much always.

Although it was hard when he was always around, being the boy who lived down the street who’d occasionally come over to hang with Terence. Despite that you two had become friends too with small conversations here and there that left your cheeks flushed. When Terence had left to go to university Adrian then made the trips down to see you instead. These meetings included studying for finals with worksheets scattered across his or your living room; your back straight on the floor and legs resting on the couch in front of you. You worked well together and you matched each other's energy without even trying.

You remember at 17 standing in the back watching two butterflies dance around each other in the summer heat. Adrian, who had been downstairs to get a glass of water after being hauled up in Terence's room all morning hearing about his second year at Hogwarts, joined you outside. “You know in some countries it means they’re mates, an emblem of love” he smiled down at you before walking back inside. And at Christmas he’d secretly gifted you a flower press after seeing your previous method of heavy cookbooks. “Don't tell Terence, I didn't get him anything” You wanted to loathe him for making your heart feel the way it did but he was just too sweet, too charming and too everything.

But when you hear the girls giggle his name while he walks past and cheer for him during games you feel an indescribable rush through your body. You hated that everyone wanted him and would do anything to even be touched by him. It felt idiotic to feel that way. So you push it down, the feelings and the memories but then he comes around or brushes past you in the hallway and they come back. Every. Single. Time.

It didn't help that he was your potions partner this year and he was touchy. You weren't particularly good at potions, it confused you and Snape being your teacher just made the situation so much worse. You didn't have the fear of your cauldron exploding in front of you and burning your eyebrows off, no you were scared of the comments Snape would make if you did. Adrian knowing this kept one eye on his work and one eye on yours. He’d grab your hand if he saw you about to put the wrong measurements in and when grabbing ingredients he’d stand next you at the shelf and have one hand on your lower back and the other reaching for something above you both so you could carry it back to your table. It made your stomach turn and you longed to have his skin on yours once again. But it didn't matter because he was entirely out of your league and you were also his best friend's sister. He wouldn't. He was just being nice and being Adrian.

And he was just being Adrian when he came up behind you while you were walking to Herbology wrapping one arm over your shoulders one chilly December morning.

“Terence didn't come to breakfast but the owl dropped this anyway” He holds a letter in front of you and you recognize your mothers handwriting immediately “Thought it would be easier to find you than him. He does seem to be off with Daphne a lot recently” he trails off leaning on you jokingly.

Your brother's whereabouts with Daphne Greengrass was the least of your worries. You roll your eyes and rip the stamp to reveal the contents inside. As Adrian peers over your fingers you stop in your tracks and his forearm jolts into the back of your neck and you turn to him annoyed.

“You suddenly stopped” he claims and you shake your head.

“If you see Terence tell him to meet me at the abandoned stairwell, the one that goes up to the old music room. He’ll know the one”

“Is everything okay?”

“Dads coming to visit”.

Terence won’t be taking this well.

Part Two

Tagging List: @ghostofscarley @lilyswh0re @imma-too-many-fandoms

[chaislatt]

WAYV AS HOGWARTS STUDENTS

QIAN KUN

ravenclaw , head boy, muggleborn

excels in every class he takes

when he first discovered he was magic, he flipped out

he had a matilda episode in his room one night

he was staring intently at his toy planes, wondering how it would be like to fly one someday

then suddenly it just?? levitated??

as an eight year old, he did the only thing he could do in such situations—scream bloody murder

first year : in his newly pressed robes and neatly gelled hair, sat at an empty compartment and started reading his textbooks

until the compartment door opened and a cat just walked over him

“oh sorry, leon doesn’t behave very well” says ten who he did not think would stick around but guess what? his cats liked him

being sorted into ravenclaw, he quickly became famous for being the smartest and wittiest most sensible? wizard of his year

he was especially great at charms got so surprised that there was an incantation to make things float, since all he has been doing is just think it (flitwick got a shock at his first year doing wandless magic)

as he grew older, almost everyone depended on him for help in everything

he couldn’t go a day walking in the corridors without someone asking to meet up at the library or thanking him because they aced their tests

but of course, this little ravenclaw had a limit

he didn’t mean to, but one day he just snapped at a poor gryffindor who kept bugging him to meet at the courtyard to practice spells (everyone finally left him alone, too scared to face the wrath of a wizard who knows all the spells for duelling)

OWLS year—the most memorable year for him, as he and ten spent nights in the library (and sometimes in the kitchen but if anyone asks only ten was in there) studying their bums off

that summer, ten just received a holler from him (surprise! he got all o’s)

naturally, he had been picked for prefect and head boy

the first years LOVED him

he taught them all the secrets to their tower and even handed them a parchment full of riddle answers, because let’s be real, even though you’re a ravenclaw doesn’t necessarily mean you want to use your head all the time

eats at the hufflepuff table because they have better breakfast items

adopted a whole assortment of kids with ten (winwin kinda just sticked around because yangyang was his buddy)

would be the boys’ go to— from pesky spells, ink blotts on their robes, th right grams for mandrake powder, they all depended on him for it

hendery was once asked why he wasn’t scared of him (knowing what happened before)

“he’s not dumb enough to duel someone because they’re bugging him. that’s why he’s in ravenclaw”

overall 9/10. minus one point because he still feels the need to get the last remark in everything.

LI YONGQIN

hufflepuff, pureblood

loves hanging out at the common room

doesn't really care much for grades, but does his best when studying

his housemates call him a sloth

moves so slow, especially in the mornings

likes taking walks along the corridors because it's fun to see other students rush and run to their classes while he walks a leisurely pace

always has his tie loosened

sometimes, he doesn't even tie it, he just wraps it around his collar and hope no one notices everyone does

has a talent for transfiguration

will turn anything into cat snacks

he once turned his homework in kibble and his excuse was "my cat ate it"

befriends all the cats in hogwarts

sometimes he lays down at the courtyard and they all just gather around him

one legendary moment (as lucas likes to call it) was when he was walking down the corrider and a train of cats just followed behind him in a single file

sweet wizard boy, befriends humans as well

he's so likeable, everyone just feels drawn to him

has this laidback energy that feels like a breath of fresh air when things get hectic in the castle

speaking of fresh air

he likes to stroll around outside, most of the time dragging yangyang and winwin out with him

"winwin could use the fresh air and your voice doesn't echo" - ten to yangyang

his sister is friends with yangyang's sister, so growing up he kind of babysat the three whenever their families would be together

he didn't imagine that it would continue during school, but poor winwin looked like he just wanted to get his head bitten off

despite having a lot of friends, he sticks with kun most of the time because he's not as chatty when he's focused (and kun is focused all the time so)

his favourite thing to do anywhere is lay down on his back and play with his wand, sending wisps of magic swirling around in the air, creating beautiful artwork

received pencils and a notebook from kun so he could just draw because "your magic might hit someone and i do not want to be involved with any of that"

doodles all the time

he likes to draw butterflies and magic them off of the paper and makes them follow his friends around

doesn't really say much when no one's talking to him, but will keep the conversation going casually

wanted to become a prefect so he could have his own bathroom

would patrol around at night with his cats (hendery jokes how he looks like filch and now he takes his filch impersonation seriously)

when catching students, he makes obvious remarks like "oh wow good to know that there aren't any gryffindors in this corridor! it would be an awful hassle to report them. good thing everyone's in their chambers!"

very lenient on students he doesn't know, but will threaten those he does and ask for something in return

accidentally gave yangyang the idea of becoming a prefect so he needn't have to worry at night

also accidentally gives yangyang dare ideas to give to hendery

he doesn't mean it! most of the time

overall 10/10. everything is cancelled out by the fact that he goes around the castle with atleast 2 cats following him around.

DONG SICHENG

slytherin, pureblood

mr frowns-a-lot, mr don’t-talk-to-me, mr i-want-to-go-back-to-my-dorm

the most stereotyped slytherin

first years believe that slytherins are scary because of him (but they immediately get debunked by hendery “you’re scared of a tall dude who gets tired from talking and likes to eat chocolate? yeah okay”)

but yes this not so little bean finds talking draining

it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but why would he have to talk about his day when as far as he knows, everyone just did the same thing he did??

you can barely get a sentence out of him

will reply with nods or shrugs and just point or look at things

only talks during class when the professors ask him questions

yangyang bugs him the most

when he got assigned to take care of this chatty, full of energy first year he almost cried

ended up just following him around and yanking the back of his robes to stop him from getting into trouble

because of this, yangyang’s friend are his friends

first got introduced to xiaojun, lucas, and hendery

ended up becoming a babysitter for four

when he met ten, he almost cried again, but now out of happiness  because he got yangyang to shut up

met kun last, and immediately took a liking to him for no reason at all

no one knows how, but suddenly mr-i-dont-want-to-do-anything started getting more mischievous and talkative

the whole hall got surprised when he laughed at lucas’ lame joke

this may be an exaggeration but the boy doesn’t even smile

after this incident, lucas just kept talking to him and he just kept replying, and pretty soon the four little troublemakers would joke around with him and he’d just sit back with kun and ten when he got too tired

this made him attractive

but unlike lucas who got confessed to everyday, there was no one who confessed to him

he didn’t really talk to anyone else and just minded his own business when he was alone, so everyone was too scared to confess to him

which is a huge relief to him because the not so little bean is actually very awkward

proven when hendery accepted yangyang’s dare of going right up in winwin’s face omygod when i tell you his whole face turned red

he avoided hendery for a week until he realized it was too hard since they have most of their classes together??

speaking of classes, it’s a miracle how he just passes everything since no one actually ever sees him studying or doing homework

it’s like everything he does is magic well

overall 7/10. doesn’t really try that much and will only voluntarily hang out with kun.

HUANG XUXI

hufflepuff, halfblood

was tiny, like a little bug

no one knows when he got so tall (summer of second year, he had to buy new robes for third year because they were already too short)

spends breakfast half awake, focusing on eating his meal and listening to yangyang complain about how hard his transfiguration classes yesterday were

he’s never around for dinner because he’s always at the pitch and no one has the energy to talk to yangyang in the mornings so he’s the poor guy

everyone loves him, no one can find a single thing to hate about him even if they tried

loves care for magical creatures with hagrid (he measures his height with the half-giant)

other classes? not so much

sure he tried a little bit, but why would he need to transfigure something into a pen when he could just look for one, and why would he need to concoct a drowsiness potion if he can just will himself to sleep

speaking of sleep, he does that a lot

he likes to wait for xiaojun during fourth period because they had arithmancy next, and he would lean against the corridor and sleep

learned how to sleep hunched over so it looked like he was focusing on class (begs whoever he’s sitting with to wake him up)

why does he do this?

“i’m saving up my energy for later”

he’s a quidditch beast

part of the quidditch team, originally tried out for seeker but they realized he couldn’t go fast enough without loosing his balance on his broom

he switched to being a beater, which the team found out he was very good at aha great power comes with great biceps

everyone falls in love with him when he’s on the pitch

he looks big and scary and ultra focused

and they realized after 3 games that he focuses so much because he aims the bludger to hit the player’s upper thigh only (this prevents player from taking a fall and just bruise, not break a bone)

once he accidentally sent his bludger flying too hard and knocked the chaser off, but he was faster than the seeker and caught them (followed the poor chaser for a week saying sorry and giving them semi burnt cookies he made with xiaojun)

gets confessed to every other day and just says “thanks”

but why don’t you ever reject them? 

why deny that i’m handsome?

that makes no sense

as with rejecting them! 

but truly is an angel

he even got winwin to actually converse with him

he makes everyone feel comfortable, talks to everyone and just hangs around when they don’t want to, offering company

overall 10/10. his cockiness about his looks just makes him endearing since everyone knows he can’t break someone’s heart.

XIAO DEJUN

ravenclaw, halfblood

kun’s reincarnation

but there’s one problem

he’s still immature

you would think he’s the prime example of a ravenclaw

practices his passions all the time

likes doing brain-productive things

reads about anything he finds interesting

goes in and out of their tower because he thinks solving the riddles is fun

but ho ho ho oh oh no

he’s a little devil

makes snarky comebacks under his breath that takes a little bit for you to understand

makes things harder on purpose just for fun and because he’ll be the only one able to do it

has a joke for EVERYTHING and never repeats them so i guess he can get away with that

he’s a little menace to the society but he can get away with it because it’s all just minor inconveniences

but we all know minor inconveniences are the most annoying things

likes to annoy kun the most because he understands and reacts immediately

doesn’t like to annoy the hufflepuffs because they just smile at him in confusion

despite that, he’s also a little sweetheart

remembers everything his friends say, so he’s always there to remind them

reminds kun about a test he has to retake, ten about his changing patrolling schedule, winwin’s meeting with a professor, lucas’ need to polish his broom after dinner, hendery’s homework, and yangyang about that incoming howler from his parents

when he realized he’s such a great asset, he became a bit nosy too

likes to meddle with all of his friends’ business

so if someone wants to find any of the six, he can tell you a vague description where they are

because of course he’s not gonna tell you lucas is by the lake practicing his swinging, he’s gonna tell you he’s brushing up on his quidditch skills so you’d go running to the pitch

this way he’s not technically doing anything wrong to both parties

one day, kun asks why he likes doing this

“it makes me feel like a king maker. feeding things into their tiny brains and knowing exactly what they’ll be doing”

“that’s not exactly what a king maker does”

“yeah but does it look like i want them to be more powerful than me?”

co-parents a dog with lucas

aka lucas asked him to take care of bella while he’s in practice but he forgot to take her back with him for 2 days so now bella thinks she lives in the ravenclaw tower too

does random errands for his friends as a way of apologizing (but really just as a leverage so he can cause more trouble)

his ultimate goal was to brainwash everyone so they couldn’t live without him and he succeeded????

now they’re the receiving end of all the sermons his professors give him (you wouldn’t expect it, but he causes quite a ruckus in class)

but still, at the end of the day, they choose to sit next to him at the ravenclaw table during dinner

overall 7/10. he’s annoying, but he’s good at everything he does and helps his friends out in different ways. which makes him more annoying because why? why not

HUANG GUANHENG

gryffindor, muggleborn

does not understand magic. like at all

the only reason he’s still managing is because he refuses to be beaten by xiaojun

he doesn’t know why he’s in gryffindor but anyone who’s ever met him can vouch for the sorting hat

he’s courageous in the way he faces learning magic (it won’t hurt me, i’m magic) he's brave to speak up to anyone and ask for help when he needs it, and most of all, he has the nerve to get right into winwin’s face

surprisingly good at harder spells than that of his year level, so he’s in a few higher level classes

the reason being he wants to save face when with upperclassmen so he actually focuses real hard and actually understands 

because when he’s with his friends, his mind goes wandering and he can’t focus his magic 

a very strange wizard indeed

imagine getting help from xiaojun to levitate a piece of parchment but can explain to ten how to brew an advanced potion

he’s very confident in his abilities

why would he be nervous to stay after curfew??

if filch catches you

then don’t i just have to avoid him??

but has realistic fears

will not go near a broom

yeah okay the broom can fly, but can he?? he can’t even levitate a piece of parchment, how can he levitate himself?

also very practical

lucas kept struggling since he kept spilling his ink pot so he handed him a pen

“dude i forgot these existed!” “who writes with feathers??”

the most laid back yet extra ordinary wizard ever

you can start a conversation with him and he can keep it going for hours on end

very friendly, will talk to anyone but the downside to this is that he talks to everyone like they’re his friends asdkjshjkd even mcgonagall

overall 7/10. uses magic to solve trivial muggle things and still makes bets with yangyang up to this day.

LIU YANGYANG

slytherin, pureblood

a force to be reckoned with

spend a day with him and your ears will bleed

why?? does?? he?? talk?? so?? much??

his friends always complain but everyone else in the castle can’t see why

in the eyes of a stranger, he’s actually cold and reserved, hard to approach

but if you actually knew him

oh boy you’d want to not

can talk for hours

he and hendery wanted to know just how long he could talk

so they timed it

talked for 9 hours straight, no one knows how they managed

good thing this talking is actually useful

he likes to recite during class, always has a lengthy explanation for his answers

people aren’t the only one he talks to

he talks to the ghosts and to the paintings, greeting them a lovely day or whatever

besides talking, he also has another passion–quidditch

he plays as chaser for his house, often times taking his time to freshen up, so he goes back at about midnight during thursdays

good thing ten patrols during thursdays

speaking of ten, he’s been a brother figure for him all his life

so when he was introduced to winwin, he got so excited because he had another brother

by the end of the night, fourth year winwin knew everything about first year yangyang

he loooves his buddy

tries to do everything with winwin but he doesn’t let him

despite being too much to handle, winwin actually likes him too (but don’t let yangyang know)

likes to do dumb dares with hendery

isn’t really into pranking and getting all up into other’s business, so they manage their mischief between the two of them

and the whole of hogwarts just enjoys and guesses which of the two would be the one running around the great hall in their pajamas

yangyang actually encourages his fellow slytherins to stop sticking among themselves

mostly because he’s tired of them bugging him to “go ask your gryffindor friend if there’s homework on-”

at the end of the day, all his slytherin friends have been adopted by ten, took a liking to kun, and watches lucas, xiaojun and hendery fool around for entertainment

that being said, he loves his friends

thankful that he has classes with at least one of them for all his classes

all his professors have learned to sit him next to them, otherwise he’ll just slack off and stare into oblivion

he’s actually more productive when he has someone to remind him to be

okay maybe sitting him next to hendery wouldn’t result to school productivity

overall 9/10. it would be an 8 but he actually does acknowledge he talks too much.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Lost

Harry Potter AU 

Request Fic

Summary:  Regulus did everything he could to ruin his friendship with you. He turned cold, insensitive, and cruel. Now the two of you are paired up for a potions project. Old feelings and wounds are bound to open again. Regulus has to learn to accept that "mudbloods" aren't bad and loving one isn't wrong. Will he be willing to let go of his family's ideals or lose you forever?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M- angst 

Song at the beginning: The Suffering by  Song by Coheed and Cambria

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Is there word or right to say Even in this old-fashioned way? Go make your move girl. I'm not coming home. Would things have changed if I could've stayed? Would you have loved me either way? Dressed to the blues Day to day with my collar up. Decision sits so make it quick A breath inhaled from an air so sick I cursed the day that I'd learned Of the web you span You had your hold till bleeding If it was up to me I would've figured you out Way before the year clocked out Oh, I hope you're waiting I hope you're waiting

People change and hurt people hurt other people in return…

That sentence summed up so many things in your life at the moment. Your eyes turned to the Slytherin table where Regulus Black sat with his friends. The boy that you had a crush on since 1st year changed and not in a good way. He had gone from being somewhat kind to downright vicious. After he started making closer friends with Evan Rosier, a few years before Regulus had turned further into his “pure blood nature.” The last thing that he wanted was a “mudblood” like you for a friend. Hearing those words leave his mouth still hurt you to this day and that had been over two years ago. Why you let it both you, you weren’t sure. You were just Lily Evan’s mudblood little sister...nothing impressive (his words, not yours).

You frowned, scowling at Evan Rosier. He sat telling some animated story that had Regulus, Snape, and Barty Crouch Jr laughing. Evan was a topic of rage for you. If Evan hadn’t stuck his nose in your friendship with Regulus then there was a possibility that the two of you would have remained friends to this day.

Screw Evan and everything that he stands for!

It was Snape that looked in your direction. He gave you a polite smile before looking back to his friends. He was the one boy at that table that was kind to you. Granted it had to do with his insane crush on your sister but he was still nice all the same. Now that Lily wouldn’t talk to him after him calling her a mudblood, he used you to get information on Lily. “How is Lily?” “Is she doing okay? What about you?” (Those were Snape’s big questions (when his Slytherin buddies weren’t around).

That whole little table would shit a monkey if they knew that Regulus and I were sleeping together....then.

You thought with a cold glare. Sex was all that there was to it. Regulus liked to play rough and you were glad to go along with it. You were, after all in Regulus’ mind, the little Hufflepuff who he could easily manipulate into whatever he wanted. At first, it was just seeing what all of the hype was about. Was sex really as good as everyone went on about? In short, yes. It was exactly what everyone said and then some. Lovemaking turned into Regulus developing some major kinks.

You longed for the day when Regulus was a sweet quiet boy who enjoyed your company. Now he was something else and you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“My favorite hufflebuddy!”

Your thoughts were interrupted when Sirius plopped down beside you and pulled you into an overdramatic hug. Everything that Sirius did was overdramatic but you didn’t mind. He was getting you out of your head.

“And my favorite gigantic lapdog.”

You said with a smile earring a bigger grin from Sirius as James plopped down on your other side.

“Mini-red, you are looking a little gloomy this fine morning.”

You were used to Sirius and James calling you “mini-red.” It didn’t matter how many times that you told them that neither Lily nor yourself enjoyed being called big and mini-red it never stopped. You learned to accept it as some form of unusual endearment and roll with it.

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind with this potions class. Slughorn is going crazy.”

James looked thoughtful as he reached across the table for a cup of juice.

“Why do you think that I bailed out of positions as soon as I could? Lils seems to love him. From what I have heard he adores both Lily and yourself.”

You nodded.

“He does. He also adores Regulus.”

Sirius frowned

“Like my brother, Regulus?”

“How many others are there?”

You questioned. Sirius chuckled before his expression darkened.

“Watch out for him, Y/n. Just go with me on it.”

You couldn’t help but notice the expression on Sirius’ face went from jovial ready to prank someone to dark and depressed.

“What’s going on with him?”

You asked, cautiously. Sirius didn’t respond but instead, James did.

“Sirius believes that Regulus is now a death eater.”

“Believes? I know. I mean look at him! He looks like the perfect death eater. Plus all of his little friends are so why wouldn’t he join the crowd?”

James, Sirius, and yourself turned to look at Regulus who was staring at you three. You were afraid to look at him. The last thing that you wanted to do was meet his dark gaze. Since Regulus started changing you were scared of him. If he was a death eater, you would be someone on his list. Why would he want to be kind to a filthy mudblood?

(Meanwhile)

Regulus’ attention had turned to you when Sirius started hugging you like some kind of stuffed animal. Why that he cared so much he wasn't sure. Regulus didn’t even want to admit to himself that he cared for you. You were everything that his family trained him to despise. Yet here he was having some kind of weird fluttering feelings in his stomach when you were near. He hated you yet he wanted you...it made no sense.

“Why does she have to be so fucking beautiful?”

Regulus thought with a glare. He wanted nothing more than to walk across the great hall and shove you against the wall.

He didn’t want to admit to himself that he was jealous of Sirius’ friendship with you. Regulus was jealous of all the Marauders for their friendship with you. You were their little pet Hufflepuff when you were his first! He was the one that made love to you the first time. You were his lover and now Sirius seemed to be moving in on what was his.

“It’s your own fault that she got scared of you.”

Regulus’ mind supplied. He had taken extra steps to scare you away. Whether it be his unkind words or dark distant stares, you finally edged away. Regulus also didn’t want to admit that it was because he called you a stupid mudblood in front of all of his friends.

“Don’t think on it, Regulus.”

Regulus’ thoughts were interrupted by Snape’s voice. He looked up quickly.

“What are you talking about?”

He questioned. Snape motioned to you.

“Y/n Evans. You don’t need a companion Hufflepuff. I know that she was something to you a few years ago…”

“I was a stupid child. I don’t have any feelings for the mudblood girl. The same could be said about you and Y/n’s sister.”

Snape’s mouth formed a hard line. Regulus knew all about Snape and Lily’s friendship falling apart. He saw it happen.

“I’m not talking about myself. I am talking about you. We have enough duties to the dark lord to perform. If you were to be swayed by the girl, you would both be killed.”

Regulus scowled as he noticed your eyes flicker in his direction before quickly looking away. You were scared of him. Regulus wanted to be thrilled but at the same time, it was gut-wrenching. What Snape nor anyone else seemed to know was after Regulus ruined your friendship; he wrote you letters every day for three months. He sent letters and little gifts that would appeal to your quirky personality in hopes that he could win you back. You ignored everything.

He assumed that it was all for the best but it made the “gentle” side of Regulus sob in fury. What you didn’t know was you were the first person in his life that showed him any form of love. Seeing you shove his letter in the rubbish bin or deep into your bag with little to no expression on your face hurt him horribly!

Regulus swallowed back the rage and made a mental note that he needed to stop being so wishy-washy and focus on everything being for the best. There was no way that Regulus as a death eater could have a muggle-born girlfriend. It would be the biggest crock of shit known to wizardkind!

It's for the best…

Half an hour later you walked into Potions with a book in front of your face. You had been gleefully reading some romance book that Marlene McKinnon recommended to you. This was the closest that you would seemingly get to a healthy and not toxic relationship.

Sitting down you put the book up as Professor Slughorn stood up. He gave all of his favorite students his usual friendly good morning.

“Ms. Evans, you did a wonderful job on the last test. I can see that a wonderful brain is a quality with the Evans family.”

You smiled, happily as Professor Slughorn put your most recent test in front of you. Perfect score.

“I am assigning partners for our next project. I know that I typically let everyone pick partners but I think this time we will be doing something different. It's time to see how other people in the classroom work together.”

You internally muttered “uh oh” under your breath. For projects, you always teamed up with a Ravenclaw girl named Emilia Abbott. The two of you had made a common ground of helping each other keep perfect grades on Potions. Up until now, your plan worked like a charm.

“Okay, Mr. Black, I am putting you with Y/n Evans. The two of you have the highest grade in this class. I want to see what amazing things the two of you can do together.”

WHAT?!

You nearly shrieked the moment that Slughorn made that comment. Was it too late to drop potions? Would you really need this class after all? You could always take double potions next year, right?

After Slughorn paired everyone up, you didn't move to where Regulus was sitting. In fact, you didn’t even look in his direction. If he wanted to be your partner then he could get his ass up and come to you. Maybe he would magically forget who you were. Forget the fact that you spent a lot of time underneath him in the room of requirement with his hand on your ass.

What you didn’t see was Regulus staring at you with a frown on his face. He was waiting for you to get up. Instead, you didn’t move. You sat like a little statue staring dead ahead and trying to hide under your red hair.

Rolling his eyes, Regulus finally stood up. He walked across the room and sat down at the table that you were occupying. You didn’t look up nor meet his face.

“We do have to talk to each other, you know.”

Regulus commented. You finally met his eyes. The expression on your face was wary and your guard was up. No longer were you the happy girl that Regulus considered his Hufflepuff buddy. You weren’t the girl that went to him when someone was giving you a hard time or the girl who would try telling him a joke but giggle the whole time. Now you were silent.

“I suppose we do.”

You replied. Regulus had forgotten how much he missed your voice...your sweet gentle voice that was not loud but instead that remained even and soft even if you were mad.

“What potion do you want to do the report on?”

Regulus asked.

“I don’t know.”

You said, sounding almost lost. Since Regulus had sat down, you tried not to look at him. Your vision had gone from his green tie, to his hands, to his family ring, to his left arm. Was there a dark mark under this dress shirt? You couldn’t help but wonder if Sirius was right.

“Look, I am not going to fail this project because you are acting like a clueless tart.”

Your green eyes immediately met his. Regulus was waiting for you to cuss him out but he knew that it wouldn’t happen. He had barely heard you say the word “fuck.” It didn’t matter how much he tried to get you to step outside of your comfort zone, you wouldn’t say some words.

“What? Have something to say?”

He questioned. You quickly stood and gathered your books before storming out of the class without another word.

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[unfortunatelysirius]

DATING HARRY POTTER AS A HUFFLEPUFF WOULD INCLUDE:

NOTE: Hey, apologies for going AWOL. I’m back to ruin fanfiction.

❁ Oh Merlin, there’s a lot of stereotypes about Hufflepuffs. They’re pushovers, they’re losers, they’re cowards, they’re useless, they’re lousy at duels—all sorts, none of it really true. Even the Golden Trio was guilty for thinking it! Ah, Hufflepuff, seemed like the lesser House from afar.

❁ Then Harry met you.

❁ Harry only knew what his friends told him of Hufflepuffs. Hermione didn’t really have an opinion, just that she barely saw their work ethic and suspected they spent a lot of their time with the kitchen elves. Ron was bold with his, claiming they didn’t have a courageous bone in their body. With a lack of any real friends from Hufflepuffs, Harry didn’t disagree.

❁ One day Harry saw you sneaking into the restricted section of the library. You went undetected and looked like you’d done it hundreds of time when you snagged a book Harry couldn’t read the name of then went on your way. Harry was baffled. The only indication of who you were was the yellow tie he saw before you went dancing into the night. And Hufflepuffs? They didn’t seem like rulebreakers and risktakers.

❁ Harry told Hermione and Ron about what he saw and neither of them believed him. So he honestly believed he was seeing colors and the person that stole a book was from another house, not a Hufflepuff. But his curiosity got the better of him so he looked at every person he saw to see if they matched the figure he saw that night. The figure was lithe and limber, able to not make a sound.

❁ Not looking for a Hufflepuff in particular really failed him… none of the other houses had someone with behavior even close. Then again, he didn’t get a chance to truly analyze the figure before it was gone. He was grasping for straws with what little he had to go on, but he was just so damned determined to find out who it was. The figure was graceful and if he had to go with a fifty-fifty, he wanted to say the figure was a girl. Yeah, he’d go with that to cut down half his prospects.

❁ Harry had you in his Transfiguration class. He didn’t give you the light of day until one fateful class period when you got up to hand in an essay and Harry’s eyes followed you up the aisle. You were light-footed and quick, a grace to you unmatched by the identity-less night thief. That’s when he hit him—you were the culprit and he wasn’t imagining things about a Hufflepuff tie!

❁ He confronted you after class. It didn’t go so well. You didn’t like the idea of him seeing you take a book and tried to play it off like you’d never do such a thing; sadly for you, the Chosen One was chosen in what he’d “let go.” That was one of the few things he wanted to pursue. It became a cycle: you tried removing yourself from his radar, he reappeared to interrogate you, you’d threaten to hit him with a knee-locking spell, he’d back off and it started again. He was cute and aggravating, neither so good together. You grew frustrated and Harry? He was like a damn dog trailing after a slab of meat.

❁ Finally after weeks of enduring him following you wherever you went, you had finally had enough. You slapped him in the face and told him to bugger off before you turned him into a toad. All these threats aside, you thought maybe he’d leave you alone if you were to outright say it, but Harry hadn’t gotten his answers yet—and as a bloke who’d investigate his heart out for the right price, nothing could break his stride… or his pride.

❁ Ugh, how was he not bored yet?

❁ You gave him an ultimatum: if you told him the name of the book you stole and why you even took from the restricted section in the first place, he needed to forget you existed and stop being your shadow. Harry agreed. The two of you went somewhere alone and out of earshot from his nosy buddies and anyone else who loved to overhear things they shouldn’t, and once there, you told him your motivations. You needed a book on the history of dark magic because you were learning how to withstand Dark Arts curses in the case the war tried taking you as a casualty. You explained how your father was killed when you were a month old because of dark magic and you didn’t want to have that happen to you or your family again.

❁ Harry could see this was personal so for once, he was pretty serious (but not serious Sirius). And to your shock, he apologized for basically being your stalker. Then to your immense displeasure, he informed you of something else: he didn’t want to forget your existence.

❁ “What the bloody Hell, Harry? We agreed to this!” you cried out in protest.

❁ The arsehole didn’t look fazed. 

❁ Harry very suavely told you he fancied you and for the last few weeks he was only following you around because he felt leaving you alone would make you never give him the time of day again. Truthfully you probably never would have—he was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors did ridiculously stupid things and acted like bastards half the time. All houses had their flaws but Harry was many things: brave, oblivious, mad, and arrogant. A lot of those traits were none you particularly fancied yourself… but upon Harry’s confession, you could see yourself looking past all that.

❁ You agreed to let bygones be bygones and give Harry a chance to show you that he was more than your weird stalker/frenemy… Would you regret it? Yeah, probably. If he drew his friends into messes that were potentially lethal, you sure as hell would get the same bewildering stories to tell your future children.

❁ Good thing Hufflepuffs were badasses, too.

❁ Story aside, the two of you are a power couple.

❁ Oh, who thought a Hufflepuff couldn’t be powerful? Slytherins, Gryffindors? Well, they’re wrong.

❁ You’re an absolute beast at magic and yeah, Harry’s the Chosen One, but you’re only the tiniest bit beneath his level; he’s got the title but a match-up between you and Harry is not something anyone has the balls to face.

❁ You guys are the cute, playful couple and the warriors-on-their-way-to-battle couple.

❁ Your favorite place to go on dates to is the Three Broomsticks for Butterbeer and to people-watch. Harry’s a nosy Norman and likes to eavesdrop (and secretly, you’re not so opposed).

❁ He can be shy. He’s confident most of the time, then there’s these moments of vulnerability where he’ll go on self-pity tirades that he doesn’t deserve you and he hates putting you in danger. Cute of him to worry, but you’re a badass, remember? It’s up to you to remind him you’d leave if you really wanted to, but sometimes it’s good to let him see that himself. Bad bitches do what they want when they say they want.

❁ You hate Cho Chang with a passion when she starts making eyes at Harry. If you didn’t value your education or fear Umbridge, you’d relinquish any dignity you have left and start a cat fight.

❁ Harry’s loyal and sweet. You’d think he wouldn’t be, being the cocky prat he is at times, but damn, he knows how to defy expectations. When the two of you are together he has no eyes for anyone but you.

❁ He says, “I love you,” first. Big surprise.

❁ He’s a really passionate lover. Like, really passionate. He doesn’t give off the vibe, but man, oh man… he’s got moves.

❁ Harry truly takes every predisposed thought you had of him and basically shoots them all to Hell—just as you do his expectations of Hufflepuffs.

❁ Perfect match made in Merlin’s cauldron, huh?

❁ Nah, perfect match made in Hell.

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Foggie Nelson!

general opinion: love them

hotness level: gorgeous!

hogwarts house: he'd convince the sorting hat to put him in hufflepuff but he's a slytherin at heart. he's got ambition and he's cunning as hell, take a look at every time anyone tried to throw their weight around with him (from other attorneys to the DA) and he immediately took them down. He's great at playing the game. He's a good hufflepuff--patient, fair, hard-working, all that jazz--but at the end of the day he knows how to work the system better than anyone and he knows how to use that for his ends. Luckily, his ends tend to be helping people, he's a total cowboy for all his talk of/career in working corporate, but his strategy is always cunning.

best quality: I like how he's a total ride or die but not in a way that diminishes his own value/importance? like, he's never gonna abandon matt, matt's his family, but he's also good at recognizing when matt's on some bullshit, like when he tries to pull the "i'm going away forever to protect you" superhero martyr crap. he's never a doormat but he's full of love. he's supportive and helps people but not at cost of his own worth. he's a legitimately strong force in his own right and he helps people so much but he still knows his own value.

worst quality: this isn't necessarily a quality but i kind of hated how they handled the matt-is-daredevil reveal? like, i get the betrayal part, i absolutely do and I like that they handled it, i just didn't like the parts specifically they focused on? like, the whole is-matt-really-blind bit, that should have been like, hardly a footnote in the discussion. grab a penlight and check. you live in a world with the hulk. it just seemed like there was a weirdly large insistence on matt actually being able to see when like. no. he can't. and there was this weird line where he said that for matt to keep training the way he did, he would have had to have known he was going to do this one day? but like, people train in martial arts every single day without the plan of fighting crime. like, i would have loved it way more if they focused more on the systemic lying over his injuries or for the fact that matt went into business with him and let foggy alter the course of his life without mentioning, oh yeah, i'm doing a deeply criminal act every single night. like, it just hit weird points in the conversation that always just stuck with me as off.

ship them with: matthew michael murdock ladies and gentlemen

brotp them with: also matt, avocados at law forever, but also karen. they have a fantastic buddy cop dynamic.

needs to stay away from: corporate life in general. i absolutely love the fact that he's a god of an attorney who can navigate the system like no other, but i like him way better as an advocate for the little guy than his stint in big law. i'm glad they shut down nelson & murdock in season 2, like, that was an excellent arc, but sending him into corporate life after sort of gave the impression that his decision to go into public defense was only because of his partnership with matt? like, granted, foggy wanted bagels and mourned the loss of them when they decided to not take landman & zach's offer, but he legitimately cared about all of his clients and has a very solid moral compass. he would have never made it at landman & zach's even if he had taken the original offer because it was like, corruption central and he is a good man. he would have quit a few weeks in and given them the middle finger salute on the way out the door. it was just a little bit of an off pick for me to have matt still be representing the little guy after the dissolution of nelson & murdock but to have foggy go into big law. at the end of the day, foggy cared about justice every bit as much as matt and that was a huge part about how he practiced.

misc. thoughts: love him love him love him. he's like, a legitmately good and very grounded character trapped in a workspace with two chaotic goods. he just wants to be a good and just lawyer and maybe have a nice bagel but matt wants to fight the entire organized crime structure with his bare fists and karen cannot be left unsupervised or she's off openly investigating people who can and will murder her. he's an extremely well executed lawful good sighing deeply as his chaotic good business partner fights you in a fucking halloween costume and his other chaotic good business partner calls you a little bitch while you're actively threatening to murder her. someone buy the man a bagel.

[iminye]

nerdanel and our boy nuin

Alrighty! Let's do this:

Nerdanel

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: Her no-bullshit attitude? Like ok I see her very much as a source of chaos just like her husband but it is strongly mingled with said no-bullshit attitude. It's an interesting mix for sure but it also kept her sane over the span of her life

worst quality: I feel like Nerdanel is that sort of person who holds grudges for a long long time and a simple apology will never be enough to make her forgive someone.

ship them with: Fëanor

brotp them with: Literally all of her children, Finarfin, Aulë, Curumo and later on Niënna

needs to stay away from: Melkor and while she's at it also try to keep her family away from him. Later on she probably avoids every memory of her husband because she feels like she needs to stay away from him.

misc. thoughts: I have nothing but respect for her.

Nuin

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: The variety of vibes he gives off: 1) wise scholar, 2) your rules aren't my rules and 3) dad™. And they all fit him perfectly, also the fact that he immediately was ready to adopt like a dozen young humans on the spot and teach them everything they need to know.

worst quality: He doesn't know what no means, like literally. Try to lecture him and tell him Nuin no and he will go Nuin yes. Also most likely something he passed onto the first generation of men

ship them with: /

brotp them with: All of his "children". Also Finrod had they ever met. They could be great buddies.

needs to stay away from: Battles. He would've lived longer without them.

misc. thoughts: Probably my all-time favourite obscure minor character that doesn't get nearly as much recognition as I wished he would. 10/10 absolute favourite.