#ex!Ron Weasley x Reader

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Heal Me - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Ex Ron Weasley)

Prompt: Be Alright by Dean Lewis

Warning: SMUT as always. A bit of angst I guess.

Thank you @lets-imagine-fanfics for editing as usual. True gem.

Enjoy!!!

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He looked down at the ground, his eyes never meeting yours as you reached for his hand which he quickly pulled away from you. You frowned but let it go as you waited for him to talk. The silence was painful, like every wound made during your love for him was being ripped open. You could tell something was wrong but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. 

“I-I can’t do this anymore.” He whispered brokenly, tears in his eyes as he finally looked up to meet your eyes. 

“Okay.” You whispered as your throat began to feel like it was closing up. What could you say? Beg him to not leave you? What good would that do guilt him into staying in a relationship he clearly wasn’t happy in anymore. 

“I-I’m sorry, I-” 

“It’s fine. I-I’m gonna g-grab my stuff then go and stay with a friend.” You whispered fearing if you spoke any louder, you’d break.  

You stood up, making your way to your previously shared bedroom grabbing a bag with an extendable charm on it and began packing everything that was yours that you could see. Silently moving between rooms to collect everything you had. He hadn’t moved from the couch, his hand buried in his shaggy red hair. 

Once everything was packed you grabbed the bag and your wand, you made your way to the living room again, his attention instantly on you as he looked at you with tears streaming down his face. 

“Y-Y/N.” He stuttered brokenly as he stepped closer toward you but you just stepped back shaking your head. 

“Don’t, Ron. I knew this was coming…it’s always been her.” You whispered brokenly as you looked at the book on the coffee table. 

“That’s hers, right? Not Harry’s.” You added cynically, before looking into his tear-filled blue eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered brokenly as finally your tears began to fall. Thankfully it was just as you apparated to the only place on your mind at that moment. 

You saw the familiar sight of the dark green and black living room. You collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down your face barely registering a pair slender arms wrapping around you as you let out a broken sob burying your face into the chest of the only person you could think of that wasn’t also friends with your now ex boyfriend. 

“Hey, Y/N. Talk to me, sweetheart, what happened?” His soothing voice trembled against your hair as he held you as close as he could. 

“C-Can I stay here?” You sobbed as your body tried to disappear into his arms. 

“You’re always welcome here, darling.” He whispered into your shoulder as he held you through your tears. 

You don’t know how long you cried but when you finally stop you pulled away to look up at your best friend with red eyes. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before wiping away the left-over tears. 

“Did that Weasel hurt you?” He asked with a frown as he looked ready to murder Ron. 

“No…not physically.” You whispered brokenly as you gave him a sad smile. 

“It was always gonna be her.” You chuckled darkly as he helped you stand up. 

“He’s a fucking idiot.” Draco hissed making you smile at him. 

“B-But I love him.” You whimpered as your tears start back up. 

“Shhh I know, darling. It’ll be okay I promise.” Draco whispered into your ear as as her picked you up and began carrying you towards his bedroom. 

“I’ve got you love.” He soothed you as he laid you both on the bed pulling you into his arms. 

He stroked your hair softly as he held you. Not saying a word as he allowed you to cry into his chest. Your heart clenched every time you thought about the red head, you’d spent 4 years of your life loving. You felt like you’d never breathe again. 

******* 

You must’ve passed out after a while because when you came to you could hear shouting coming from the living room. You frowned standing up, your head throbbing as you did. As soon as you walked into the living room you instantly spotted the other half of the reason for your current dehydration and heart break. 

“Y-Y/N.” She whispered softly as she tried to approach you. 

“Get out.” You muttered quietly as Draco stood in front of you protectively. 

“Y/N, please. Nothing happened. I would never do anything while you guys were still together. You have to know that!” She cried, wiping her tears as they fell. 

“I asked you! After the war I asked you if there was anything there, despite the fact that he was my boyfriend already! I ASKED you and you said no. You lied to my face and now after we have a flat together, a life together. NOW you two decided to finally get your shit together! How dare you come here to the one place I feel safe and the one place Ron would never come… GET. OUT.” You screamed making her eyes widen. She nodded and hurried out of Draco’s house.  

“God, that felt good to get out.” You sighed softly as Draco looked down at you. 

“Come on, let’s get you some water and food.” Draco chuckled as he guided you to the kitchen. 

“Where’s Astoria?” You asked trying to ignore the fact that you’d just screamed at someone you’d been friends with for years. 

“Theo didn’t tell you? We broke up last month. She was talking about marriage and kids. I just don’t see that with her, so I figured it was best to end it.” Draco stated as he passed you a glass of water and waved his wand making some food begin cooking by itself on the hob. 

“Marriage? Kids? You guys haven’t even been together a year!” You chuckled before gulping down the water, your head throbbing as you did. 

When you’d finished the glass, you put it in the sink and proceeded to take a seat at the breakfast bar. Draco silently stared at you clearly unsure on whether he was okay to ask. You smiled sadly and looked down at your fingers. 

“Things have been off for a few weeks but I just put it down to the stress from work. There was a book on the coffee table that wasn’t his and I thought it was odd but he said it was Harry’s. Like an idiot I believed it. Then today he sat me down told me he didn’t wanna be with me. I wasted 4 almost 5 years on that bastard!” You snapped angrily as you reached into your pocket pulling out a cigarette which Draco instantly pulled out his wand lighting it with wordless magic.  

“I always told you. You’re too good for that Weasel.” Draco huffed with a smirk on his face. 

“I should’ve just married you like our parents wanted.” You chuckled making him grin. 

“Oh yeah. I’m probably much better in the sack too.” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm playfully but his words somehow brought a smile to your face. 

“Oh yeah that’s definitely why Astoria wanted to marry you so fast. Nothing to do with the money AT all.” You giggled making him gasp in a fake pained expression. 

“You wound me, darling. I am more than deep pockets.” He laughed as he nudged you softly. 

“You know I’m kidding. You’re handsome, kind, protective, loyal to those you love AND you have deep pockets!-” You snickered jokingly. “-Seriously though, you’re a great guy Dray. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You chuckled with a sincere smile. 

“And you are fucking gorgeous, gentle, giving, loyal, funny, intelligent and also rather rich if I remember rightly.” Draco whispered teasingly as food finally finished cooking itself. 

Both plates floated over filled with garlic bread, spaghetti and meatballs. You smiled appreciatively as you slowly dug into the food trying to ignore the protests of your stomach. You and Draco made casual conversation as you ate never bringing up Ron or Hermione, which you were eternally grateful for. 

By the time you ate half you could feel your stomach rejecting the idea of eating anymore so you pushed the rest away and turned to Draco who was silently pushing his spaghetti round his plate. You frowned knowing something was on his mind but knew he wouldn’t bring it up because he was trying to be there for you. 

“Spill. I know when something’s bothering you.” You sighed as you rest your hand on his shirt covered arm. 

“I know I don’t want kids and marriage with Astoria, but I do want kids and marriage. I just don’t see that happening. I’m an ex-Death Eater. I’m a Malfoy and the only options are muggles and just because I don’t mind muggles, doesn’t mean my family won’t.” He stated rather sadly making your eyes widen. 

“I-I know your hearts broken and you hate all men right now and love. But I wanna fall in love. I wanna look forward to coming home to a woman I love.” He added making you frown. 

“Dray. You’ll fall in love; you still have your whole life ahead of you. We’re only 21, Love.” You chuckled gently, your eyes softening as you gazed at him sympathetically. 

“Maybe.” He whispered absently as he pushed away his plate waving his wand to send the dishes to clean themselves. 

******* 

Three weeks had gone by since your break-up with Ron and you were feeling a lot better. You and Draco had gotten into a routine, you would go wake up at 6am in Draco’s guest room across from his bedroom. You’d take a shower then at 6.30am you would make breakfast along with a pot of tea and some coffee before waking Draco up for work at 7am. You would eat breakfast together then you’d both set off to work at about 7.45am.  

When you both got home: you at 5pm; Draco at 6-7pm, you would make food, or you would order out, then you’d spend the night laughing and watching Muggle TV together until you both got tired. Today was a weekend though, so Draco had insisted you both went to the pub because you hadn’t been out except for work in three weeks.  

You were hesitant but Draco had promised if you hated it and wanted to go home, he would happily take you home. He had annoyingly told you to make an effort because he knew it would make you feel more like yourself, despite your protests. 

You slipped on a satin green shirt dress that cinched in at the waist, a pair of suede black over the knee heeled boots, a suede black clutch with a silver snake on the front and some silver necklaces and rings. 

You did your makeup with a nude glam look since you didn’t want to overdo it for the pub. That thought quickly became a joke when you came out to find Draco in a full suit. You rolled your eyes and dragged him straight back to his room to scan through his wardrobe. You instantly spotted a leather jacket and changed his blazer for that before grabbing a plain dark green T-shirt and a pair of dark grey acid wash jeans with rips in the knees. You passed them to him telling him to wear the docs you’d bought him two years ago.  

When you apparated to the pub it was quite empty which you were grateful for. Draco went to get drinks as you found a seat in the corner of the room putting your clutch on the leather booth seat right next to your thigh. 

You laughed as Draco came over carrying 4 different drinks and 6 shots on a tray. You rolled your eyes but decided to just indulge him for tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to let loose for one night. You laughed as Draco downed all three shots one after the other. 

“Rough day?” You snorted as you began sipping one of the cocktails he’d brought over. 

“Astoria showed up at 3am drunk. Claimed she wanted to try again, I had to spend over an hour explaining I didn’t love her. I put a silencing spell on the room so we wouldn’t wake you. Then she went mental saying we must’ve been shagging while I was with her. Then I spent another hour explaining how I would never do that to anyone and you didn’t see me like that.” He sighed as he took a big gulp of his fire whiskey. 

“Wow, she’s a head-case. I’d keep an eye on your car…she might key it.” You snickered making him roll his eyes playfully. 

“I don’t have a car.” He huffed his eyes creasing with laughter. 

“Oh yeah, you should be fine then.” You giggled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

You drank your shots a little more slow than Draco but eventually he ran off to get more drinks leaving you happily buzzed in the corner of the pub. Draco came back to the table with a pitcher of some sort of blue drink that made you laugh reminding you of your days back when you finally turned 18 going to Muggle clubs with Draco, Theo, Pansy and Blaise getting wasted and eating a greasy kabab from the local take away.  

While Draco poured you both a glass of whatever was in the glass jug, you glanced around the room and just as your eyes reached to the door, in walked your former boyfriend and his best friend. You instantly grabbed Draco’s hand under the table making him jump a little, thankfully he didn’t spill the jug of liquid, but he looked up in alarm until he spotted what made you grab him. 

“Hey, look at me.” Draco whispered gripping you chin gently and forcing you to turn towards him. You stared into his icy blue eyes momentarily getting lost in them. Had his eyes always been this mesmerising? Were you that drunk? You felt pretty bloody sober. You thought anxiously as he finally spoke. 

“Ignore him. You’re with me and we’re not going to let him ruin our night.” Draco whispered, his eyes never leaving yours as his hand slid from your chin to brush the little strand of hair framing your face away from your eye. 

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, hoping he would put it down to the fact that your ex had walked into the pub, and not because him being so close was suddenly making your heart pound in your chest. 

“Now, drink your atrocious blue drink then we’re going to dance like that lovely old couple over there.” He snickered, pointing at the little old couple dancing to whatever music was playing in the background. 

“I am not dancing.” You laughed as you sipped your blue drink which was surprisingly nice. 

“Please.” He pouted as he tilted his head rather cutely. How is someone so confident and sexy able to look so cute? 

“Fine.” You sighed softly as you downed your drink and grabbing his hand. 

You lead him to the makeshift dance floor where only the old couple were dancing. He spun you around before pulling you in close as he began swaying to the music. You rest your head on his shoulder, one hand holding his while the other was cupping the back of his neck instead of being on his shoulder. Your chest pressed against his as you both got lost in the music. 

“Don’t look but ginge is very blatantly staring at us with a glare on his face.” Draco whispered in your ear softly, you barely registered what he said because his hot breath against your ear was doing things to you. 

“I don’t care. I’m enjoying my night.” You whispered back your lips brushing against his ear which surprisingly made him visibly shiver. 

“Well, it appears he doesn’t care because he’s coming over here, Love. Do you want me to handle it?” He asked softly as he pulled back to look into your eyes. 

“No, we’re going to ignore him.” You stated with a half smile. 

“Y/N…can I talk to you?” Ron said from behind you, making Draco glare at him. 

“I think you’ve said everything that needed to be said.” You state calmly as you continue dancing with Draco his hand soothing up and down your back. 

“I knew it wouldn’t be long until you snaked your way in, Malfoy.” Ron hissed at Draco making him grip your hips a little too tightly as you pulled away to glare at your ex-boyfriend. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snapped making his eyes settle on you. 

“Oh, please, he’s always had a thing for you. He was just waiting for his time.” Ron snorted bitterly making you glance at Draco who made no move to deny it. 

“You mean like Hermione…oh wait I forgot she didn’t even wait did she.” You snarled making Ron’s eyes widen. 

“Whether Draco and I are together or not is not your business anymore, is it? So why don’t you go sit with your friend and enjoy your night like I was until you ruined it.” You added making his eyes narrow again before he stormed off back towards Harry who was smiling sympathetically at you. 

You turned to Draco and raised a brow at him making him turn a light shade of pink as he pulled you towards the table your purse and drinks where still sat. He sat down and began downing another glass of the blue liquid ignoring your gaze on the side of his face. 

“If you think I’m gonna pretend you didn’t deny his accusation you have another thing coming, Draco.” You stated with a raised brow. 

“It’s nothing. I had a small crush on you in school, that’s all.” He mumbled awkwardly as he avoided looking at you. 

“You’re lying.” You whispered with a glare on your face. 

“Let’s just go home.” He sighed as he grabbed you hand and purse before apparating back to the house. 

He put your purse on the side table in the living room, kicking off his shoes before walking off towards his room. However, you weren’t about to pretend he hadn’t just lied to your face. You stormed after him waving your wand to remove your heels as you did. 

“Don’t you ignore me Draco Lucius Malfoy! You don’t get to lie to my face and walk away! We’ve been friends for most of our life and best friends since 3rd year. I know when you’re lying.” You shouted as he stormed into his black and silver themed bedroom. 

“Just drop it, Y/N.” He sighed softly as he sat on the end of his bed. 

“No, I’m not dropping it. Why would you lie to me about having a crush on me?” You shouted as you began pacing in front of him. 

He looked away making no attempt to respond so you strut towards the bed and grabbed his face with you right hand harshly, forcing him to look at you. He looked into your eyes clearly shocked at how physical you were currently being. 

“Speak!” You growled through gritted teeth and you instantly noticed a dazed look crossed his face momentarily. 

“I had strong feelings for you between 3rd and 6th year.” He answered obediently, his eyes never leaving yours as his face flushed. You stomach fluttered seeing him being so compliant, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, an action that Draco’s eyes tracked. 

“Why wouldn’t you say something?” You sighed softly as your grip on his face softened but never moved. 

“Because you liked Ron. Then you guys started dating so I moved on, Love.” He whispered sadly making you frown. 

Your eyes flickered from his lips and back to his gorgeous eyes as your heart began pounding in your chest. You slid your hand into his hair brushing through the pale blonde locks. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into your touch making you clench your thighs as you felt yourself growing wet.  

You’re unsure how you’d never really looked at him. His pale flawless skin shone under the candlelight that was illuminating his bedroom your heart felt like it was finally beating again, like finally coming home.  

You grabbed his hand, sliding it under your green shirt dress, pressing it against your bare chest just over your heart making his eyes widen as he stared into your eyes as if you were both silently communicating. In that moment neither of you cared about anything else. Draco stood up abruptly, his hand sliding from your chest up your skin, cupping your jaw as he brought you in for a passionate kiss. 

His lips felt like everything you had been missing, all those years loving Ron suddenly felt like child's play as he poured everything in the kiss. You gasped against his mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth, he wasn’t rushing anything as his tongue caressed yours. Your heart was soaring as you gripped his leather jacket slowly pushing it off his shoulders, his lips never leaving yours.  

Once his jacket was laying on the floor, he began unbuttoning the green satin dress shirt from your body, his fingers brushing across your bare skin like he wanted to touch and memorise every part of your skin. It felt electric. His lips finally detached from yours as he looked into your eyes as if silently checking if you were sure.  

“This is going to change everything.” He whispered as he stared into your eyes with a look you'd never seen on him before, one that you couldn’t quite place.  

“I know.” You replied breathlessly as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into another slow, seductive kiss.  

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered against your lips as your dress fell to the floor. You quickly lifted the green t-shirt over his head throwing it somewhere in the room as he unbuttoned his jeans shedding them immediately. 

He looked up at you stood there in a black lace panties and bra, your rings and necklaces still on. He leaned over and unclipped all three chains before placing them on the bedside table. He lifted your right hand pressing a kiss to each fingertip as he slid off all your rings placing them next to your necklaces. He was treating you like you were the most precious being in the entire world and it had you wetter than you’d ever been in your life.  

He sat cross legged in the middle of the bed before tugging you into his lap. His hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a soft kiss as his hand drifted down your spine until he reached your bra clip which he snapped open with one hand before his hand continued brushing down your spine at an agonisingly slow pace. You arched against his chest gasping at the sensual feeling as he slid the bra strap from your body and throwing away the black lace.  

“Dray.” You moaned breathlessly as he began pressing kisses to every inch of your neck and shoulders, your legs tightening around his waist as you grind against his clothed member.  

“I know, Love.” He whispered against your skin as he gripped your thighs and lifted you up from his lap and laid you on the bed gently.  

His hands finally began sliding down your chest cupping your breast gently, leaving down to suck on the left nipple softly before moving to the right one and giving it the same treatment. He knelt up as his hands began trailing down your stomach towards your panties. Your body arched slightly in anticipation as he finally began pulling your panties down your thighs instantly seeing the dark patch thy had soaked into your panties but instead of bragging like you thought he would, he let out a little groan as he closed his eyes as if trying to calm himself down.  

He quickly rid himself of his boxers before crawling back up, so he was staring into your eyes, your skin was flushed and slightly coated in a soft sheen of sweat as you cupped his face his frosty blue eyes boring into your Y/E/C ones. Sex was never like this for you before, then again, you'd only slept with Ron, but it felt like your heart was going to burst out your chest with how much you were feeling.  

“You're a goddess, Love.” Draco whispered huskily against your lips before pressing his lips to yours. His words causing you to let out a soft moan of desire.  

You ran your hand down his torso until you reached his hard member, wrapping your finger around his appendage tugging it gently making him groan against your lips as he clutched your hair tightly in between his fingers. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours before he began lowering himself down making your eyes widen realising what he was about to do. You let go of his member before grabbed his shoulder stopping him which seemed to have him frowning as if confused. 

“Y-You don’t have to I’m already wet e-enough.” You stuttered shyly making his frown deepen.  

“Are you saying he only did this to get you wet enough to fuck you?” Draco asked with annoyance in his tone. 

“I-I...Is that not normal?” You whispered in embarrassment.  

“Everyone's different I guess, but I wanna taste you baby, can I?” He whispered as a kissed a slow kiss on the inside of your thigh.  

You flushed a little at his words but nodded your head, wanting to explore this with him. He grinned gently as he wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling your heat closer to his face. He licked from your hole to your clit before he began tracing a figure of 8 on your clit making you gasp in shock as you instantly gripped his hair.  

He smirked against your heat as he continued the gentle movements of his tongue making you arch off the bed. It felt so good you couldn’t help thrusting against his face, something your ex had always told you off for however Draco groaned as he encouraged you to thrust against his tongue. You stared down catching his eyes as you grind against his flattened tongue feeling yourself getting close.  

“I’m gonna cum i-if you keep going.” You moaned as you tried to pull him up but he refused to move.  

“Then cum. Baby, the joy of being a woman is that you can cum...so many times.” He groaned as he began eating you out again practically burying his face in your heat. 

“A-Ahh, Draco.” You cried out as you felt your orgasm explode inside your stomach making your eyes roll back as your thigh shook around his head as he slowed his tongues movements before finally backing away wiping his soaked face.  

You gripped the back of his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss still shaking from your orgasm. He groaned into the kiss as his member brushed through your sensitive heat making you twitch a little. He bit your lower lip as he pushed his shaft into your wet heat, slowly allowing you to adjust to his size which was at least an inch or so bigger and wider than Ron.  

“Mmm, you’re so big Dray.” You whimpered against his lips making him moan huskily into the kiss.  

“Fuck.” He growled, burying his head in your neck as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly.  

You bucked up to meet his thrust as you pulled his head up from your neck to rest your foreheads together as you stared into his eyes getting lost in the feeling of him. This didn’t feel like sex...this felt like making love. You cupped his cheek lovingly as he made love to you, gasps and moans filling the room as he began speeding up.  

“Not gonna last long love.” Draco groaned as he began thrusting into you deeper, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.  

“Me too, Dray.” You moaned blissfully as you clung to him.  

He brought his hand between your body's, circling your sopping wet clit as he continued to pick up his pace but never too much. You whimpered against his lips bringing him in for a filthy, slow kiss. Your tongue wrapping around his. Your orgasm was fast approaching as you pulled his hand away and began grind against him making your clit hit his pubic bone your hand interlocking his tightly.  

“Ahhh, gon’ cum, Draco.” You screamed in pure ecstasy as you felt your wet heat clamp around him. 

“Cum with me, Love.” He groaned as his pace picked up making you both fall over the edge at the same time, his cum covering your walls and you clenched around him letting out a loud breathless drawn-out moan.   

He slowed down until he finally collapsed on top of you which you didn’t mind as you wrapped your arms around him pulling his head against your bare chest. Both of you panting as you enjoyed the aftermath in silence. He sighed happily against your breast before finally sitting up and looking down at you.  

“I want to be more than friends.” He whispered fearfully as if after giving you the most intense, pleasure filled, sex of your life you’d say no.  

“I’d really like that.” You giggled making his eyes widen before he broke out into a grin his eyes shining with pure excitement. 

******* 

You heard a pop in the living room making your eyes light up as you grinned from ear to ear. You put down the wooden spoon you were holding before wiping your hands on your cute little black frilly apron.  

“You’re home ear-Oh Mr And Mrs Malfoy!” You smiled awkwardly as they took in your appearance grinning at one another. 

“Aahhh the lack of letters makes sense now.” Narcissa snickered as Lucius rolled his lips to stop from smiling. 

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea he hadn’t written to you.” You muttered shyly making her shake her head. 

“I’m just making dinner now if you’d like to stay. I always make too much.” You chuckled as you led them toward the kitchen where you were still cooking. 

Lucius reached for a piece of bread and without thinking you slapped his hand then everyone’s eyes widen. Why the hell did you do that! He looked to his wife who was trying to contain her laughter as she patted her husband’s cheek affectionately. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m used to Draco doing it.” You ducked your head awkwardly as you internally slapped your face over and over again. 

“It’s quite alright, Dear.” Lucius chuckled just as you all heard another pop in the living room. 

“Baby girl, Daddy’s home!” Draco yelled jokingly making your face turn bright red as Lucius burst out laughing making your eyes widen. 

“Draco! For God sake your parents are here! Couldn’t you enter the house like you normally do and say ‘honey I’m home’. Why on earth did you decided today, of all days, you were gonna be a cringy bastard!” You shouted as he ran into the kitchen with a raised brow. 

“Oops.” He snickered making you roll your eyes. 

“Bloody idiot.” You grumbled as you walked over and gave him a soft peck making him grin happily as he pulled you into a hug. 

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear making you smile shyly. 

“Missed you too.” You replied sweetly as you walked away to pour him a drink of fire whiskey. 

“Would you like one, Mr Malfoy?” You asked softly making him smile. 

“Call me Lucius, and yes thank you, Dear, that would be lovely.” Lucius chuckled as he nudged his wife. 

You passed both Draco and Lucius and whiskey before pouring a glass of red wine for you and Narcissa who happily accepted. You stored the pot of creamy pasta sauce as you took a sip of your wine. 

“So, should I expect wedding bells and grandkids soon?” Narcissa asked causing you to choke on your wine as Draco smacked his head off the table. 

“Mum!” Draco shouted making his mother snicker. 

“Maybe in the future. Not anytime soon.” Draco huffed as he patted your back. 

You stared at Draco wide eyed making him flush a little as he avoided looking at you. You began smiling so wide it hurt your cheeks leaning over and kissing his pink coloured cheek. It felt good to finally having someone put you above everything. Someone who actually wanted to plan a future with you. And he was right under your nose this entire time.  

[whorediaries-09]

selcouth;

"you know you're better than this."

☆ EVENTS ☆

'tis the damn season (closed)

you can meet me at the hotel; (closed) [kinkotober masterlist]

put your life out on the line" (closed)

got the wine for you; (closed) [false god (masterlist)]

maybe it's a blessing in disguise; (closed)

music got you lost; (open) [masterlist]

✧ ONE-SHOTS ✧

Peppers Sirius Black X Reader. Fuck buddies to lovers. Modern AU!. 18+ content

Delicate Sirius Black X Reader. Friends to lovers. TW- Self harm, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

Night We Met Sirius Black X Reader Set During Order of The Phoenix. Mention of major character death(s).

New Year's Day Sirius Black X Reader Set during Order of The Phoenix. Fluff and low humor.

Cardigan; Sirius Black X Reader. Hurt/Comfort.

Sure Thing; Sirius Black X Shy!Reader Fluff.

Oh Children; Sirius Black X Reader Angst.

Million Dollar Man; Sirius Black x Camgirl!reader 18+ content, drinking.

Daylight Flowerist!Sirius Black X Barista!reader Fluff.

Consume; Dark!Sirius Black X Muggle!reader. 18+ content, cemeteries, dark themes.

Born to die Cult!leader Sirius Black X Reader. Mentions of murder, gore, dark themes.

Afterglow; Felix Catton x Reader Hurt/Comfort.

Dancing with our hands tied; Sirius Black X Reader. Hurt/Comfort, injuries, blood. (potential part two)

Maneater; Neighbor!James Potter X Reader 18+ content, stalker behavior, darkish themes.

She just hit my heart; James Potter X Reader Fluff.

Don't blame me; Priest!Remus Lupin X Reader Alludes to sex, dark themes.

Pick your poison, babe; Sirius Black X Reader Suggestive Content, fluff.

Try me; Ravi Singh X Reader Cigarettes, hurt/comfort.

ψ SERIES ψ

The Seven Lives; Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter. Status- On going (PAUSED)

No Time To Die (Status - Completed)

The hurricane with my name on it. Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter.

Love to think you'll never forget. Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter.

⨴MOODBOARDS⨵

Poison Ivy From my fall event (close)

Heartbeat; From 'the seven lives' series.

§ ASKED AND ANSWERED §

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Dark Red James Potter X Reader Set during the Marauders era. 18+ content.

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Meddle About; West Coast; FDad!James Potter X Reader. 18+ content, mentions of alcohol, age gap.

Maroon Sirius Black X Reader ex to lovers, drinking, alludes to sexual assault, hurt/comfort.

The great war; Sirius Black X Reader ex to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort. Part two to Maroon.

Do I wanna know? Rockstar!Sirius Black X Reader. 18+ content.

Dusk till dawn Sirius Black X Lestrange!Reader Hurt/Comfort, dialogue heavy.

Smoke on my clothes; Rockstar!Sirius Black X Popstar!Reader Fluff, 18+ content, use of y/n.

Into You; Ron Weasley X Reader 18+ content, porn without plot.

Wherever I go; Remus Lupin X Reader. Making out, suggestive, fluff.

Blue Jeans; Professor!Harry Potter X Reader 18+ content.

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I'm gonna make you my wife; Sirius Black X Reader Banter, fluff, silly teenagers in love, kinda shy reader, alcohol, 18+ content.

This place will burn you up; Sirius Black X Reader 18+ content.

❁ ODE TO FANFICTION ❁

Hall of morals;

I'm running back home to you;

[ilycosy]

❝ HE LOVES ME , HE LOVES ME NOT ! ❞ | MATTHEO RIDDLE

pairing : mattheo riddle x slytherin!reader , ron weasley x reader (platonicish)

summary — having mattheo riddle as your best friend was difficult, especially when you've been in love with him since the first year. not to mention all the people he's constantly with, you're planning on moving on when you catch wind of a gryffindor party: perfect for a last ditch effort.

warnings : fake dating (not w mattheo) , messy teen relationships , jealousy , ron appreciation <3 , theo n enzo r a little sick of mattheo , pansy n reader r the besties ever

aﾉn — how do u guys feel abt a part 2 of this ?? i feel like it's a little incompleted but im not entirely sure ... also ron haters dni bc this fic isn't for u <//3

you couldn't remember the last time you had actually talked to mattheo. every time he had started up a conversation with you recently, it ended with him telling you about his (quite boring) sex life. and you were rather sick of it, you were supposed to be his best friend.

pansy had told you that he was too stupid to realize he liked you, and maybe you should just ask him out, but every single time you gain that courage— he's got another girl hanging off his arm. each girl lasts a week, maybe two at most but it still stings.

this week, mattheo had a girl. she was beautiful, really, seemingly sweet too. she would constantly wave at you and smile like she wasn't jealous at all, which you assumed she was right. if mattheo really didn't want to be with you, you'd just have to move on.

now, because you hadn't been talking to him recently, your party invites also dried up. you were hot, everyone knew that, but you were awkward and flighty with people. which is exactly why you latched onto mattheo.

many of his exes had called you clingy, so you eventually just gave up engaging with him first— officially starting your 'situationship detox' is what pansy called it.

you barely attempted moving on before you got a small piece of paper slipped over to you to pass to a hufflepuff girl, a gryffindor party invite. the gryffindor boy just awkward gestured to her, but you glanced at another boy.

bright red hair, freckles, and a little bit of quidditch dirt still smudged on his face. ron weasley, he wasn't exactly the most academically gifted, but he was sweet and funny (much to your friends dismay).

ron looked at you with a confused look when you didn't pass the note, but you had other plans. "can i come?" you asked, trying to sound confident and chill while your stomach churned at the idea of being rejected by the gryffindors, that'd be humiliating.

"uh," he said, clearing his throat before nodding. "yeah, the password is tapeworm?"

for some reason, you felt rather excited when you told pansy that you'd be going to the gryffindor party— you had never gone to a party without being invited by your friends first!

"babe," she cut your excited rambling off, looking at you with a concerned look. "you asked weasley. weasley if you could go to a fucking party?" she double checked like it was shocking, but you felt a spark of offense.

you furrowed your eyebrows, "he's sweet," you say, rummaging through your shared closet for an outfit. "you just don't understand because everyone's so obsessed with blood status, he's always been true to himself." you defended.

she went quiet for a couple minutes, watching you spread out dresses that are a little too modest for her liking. "well, if you're going to be going with weasley, then you need to show him how slytherins are better than gryffindor girls." she said with a smirk, patting your back as she pulled out different dresses.

"you gonna slut it up with me?" she asks, showing off a small red dress.

you scoff but take the dress, holding it in your hands as you admire the sheer black lace covering the deep red. "slut it up," you say with an eyeroll, looking back at her with a small smile. "you're going to be all over blaise, be honest."

you didn't bother telling mattheo about the party, assuming that he'd either be single again and looking for another one there or be arguing with his current girlfriend in the common room.

you didn't even know that he was constantly telling theo about how you barely spoke to him anymore, "she won't even fucking look at me theodore! i don't know what i did wrong, she's fucking insane or something!" he would say, dramatically flailing his hands while speaking.

only for theo to look at enzo with an annoyed look, enzo returning it with a brief head shake and ignoring the temper tantrum by reading. mattheo would eventually calm down and say that he just doesn't get why you're like this, then he'd repeat his idiotic cycle.

he really was blindsighted when he saw you at the party, he had just broken up with his girlfriend— apparently she wasn't all the nice after all, hooking up with another ravenclaw while being with him. he was already annoyed with that whole fiasco, so seeing you with weasley?

he saw red. he barely remembers turning to enzo before trying to approach you, only to be stopped by theo grabbing him and telling him to walk it off.

you, on the other hand, were having the time of your life. sure, harry and hermione took a little bit to warm up to you even being around them, but it seems like they're accepting the casual conversation that you're providing, which is a win for you.

ron has a hesitant arm around your shoulders, keeping a respectful distance while still being touchy. everyone saw it as amazing flirting, both of you guys seemed to be hitting it off greatly.

but you just felt awkward. he was lovely and amazing company, but the lack of chemistry was suffocating you. and he felt it too, his eyes drifting to another person every once in a while, wishing it was different.

maybe that's why you proposed something while tipsy, giggling into ron's ear as you talked about fake dating. whispering the silly joke like it was intimate, and maybe if he wasn't also tipsy he would've told you it was a bad idea.

but he didn't, and now you're bundled up in a sweater with a big r on it.

it could be worse, and you aren't complaining. even though it's fake, it was easy to be around him. he was thoughtful and constantly looking for that reassurance that everything was fine with you, it felt refreshing.

you missed mattheo though, and you confinded in him about it. before others arrived at the designated tree, you whispered into his shoulder about how it hurt that you never seemed good enough for him. ron listened, and he cared.

his freckled hands rubbed your side as you vented, comforting you while he whispered back about how he was so insecure about where he stood within his friends and family. you related to each other, and it was a bond you didn't think you could have.

he pretended to never notice how mattheo clenched his jaw and fists whenever the two of you passed by. while he knew that this was to make him jealous, he felt a little vindictive. how could someone like mattheo riddle hurt such a sweet person like you?

mattheo was spiraling, constantly watching from the sidelines as you and ron 'seemingly fell in love out of fucking nowhere' as he said to theo. he constantly ranted about how you'd never stoop that low, dating a blood traitor.

until enzo spoke for once, lifting his head from his book at the library during a study session. "maybe you didn't know her as well as you thought." he said offhandedly, ignoring the way the whole group fell into silence after.

mattheo didn't speak, just slowly sitting down in a seat next to draco. his cousin looks at him with a sympathetic smile before kind of shrugging, basically saying enzo wasn't wrong.

he didn't know you? that was impossible, you guys were best friends. he barely ate at dinner that night, just watching you laugh and eat with pansy while she gossiped about her and blaise. you were with ron weasley, and he was mad, he didn't know you, but why was he mad?

the next day, he couldn't stop himself from pairing up with you in potions. feeling himself get almost embarrassed and shy when he asked you to partner up with him before ron could, he felt a small victory when you chose him before telling the red head next time with a cheery tone.

the entire potions class was spent with you walking on eggshells with him while he desperately tried to get to reknow you, he felt ashamed when he asked about the latest album of your old favorite band only for you to respond that you don't really listen to them anymore.

he sulked the next class, but mattheo wasn't exactly one to back down— he was going to get you back, in more ways than one.

the following week was used as a way for him to worm himself back into your life like an 'annoying zit' as pansy called him, she did love mattheo but she loved you more and that's all that mattered to her.

ron even asked you about it, "say," he mutters as he leans over your shoulder while you're studying, "why's riddle suddenly all over you?" he asks, genuinely curious though his wording was harsh.

you took a moment to recollect yourself, knowing that he didn't mean it that way. "i don't know," you say softly, taking notes about a plant you could care less about. "he's a little odd sometimes, im sure he'll get bored."

but he didn't get bored, in fact it seemed that mattheo only seemed to go harder. constantly taking any moment to steal you away from not only ron, but other people now (not pansy of course, she'd kill him).

draco trying to talk to you about astronomy? mattheo suddenly needed help with defense. blaise needed to borrow something of yours? mattheo needs you to listen to him rant. slughorn even needed you after class, and mattheo was there mean mugging him while waiting for you.

ron talked about it to harry, laying in his friends bed while he read. "he's bloody obsessed with her!" he says a little loudly, almost waking neville.

"i know ron i know, your girlfriend is being hit on by riddle. im sure it'll be fine," he says, stroking his red locks and twirling it. "you guys are basically married with how you act, nothings going to take her away." he reassures ron.

he just rolls his eyes, pausing harry"s hand to look at him. "that's the thing," he says frustratedly, chewing his bottom lip. "we aren't dating, and im just nervous that she'll get hurt again by him."

seamus listened with wide eyes as harry questioned ron, whisper yelling is still yelling to a light sleeper. and seamus finnigan wasn't the best secret keeper.

it only took a couple days for the whole school to know, constant berating from the gryffindors because they thought it was your fault and then the slytherins cheering you on for allegedly breaking ron's heart.

you didn't even have time to talk to ron about what happened since none of the other gryffindors would let you around him, so you were officially and totally alone.

you sat curled up in the abandoned girls bathroom, crying as moaning myrtle cried with you. you almost started venting to her before the door was pushed open, your old best friend staring at you with wide eyes.

"mattheo?" you question, hurrying to wipe your wet eyes as he approached you. "what're you doing here?" you tried to ask, hiccuping slightly.

he just shrugged, sitting down next to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "i know you didn't hurt weasley," he says quietly, pulling you close. "you wouldn't do that to somebody."

you could almost cry with happiness, hiccuping again as you smiled and laughed humorlessly. "it was all fake," you confessed, feeling embarrassed but like you just needed to admit it to somebody. "me and ron did it to make people jealous, and i don't know if it even worked so it was useless and im just so tired of people being so, fucking, mean to me about this i–"

he gently shushed you, rocking you back and forth while whispering that you didn't need to explain yourself to anybody. he pressed a soft kiss onto the crown of your head without realizing it, stroking your back.

when you had began to calm down, he awkwardly cleared his throat to ask an even more awkward question. "so uh, who were you even trying to make jealous?" he asked, glancing down at you.

you just rolled your eyes and shook your head with shame, before just whispering in a defeated tone that it was him. you felt the shame rise but you couldn't let it out, it was just too much.

"are you serious?" he asked, feeling relief and surprise rush through his entire body.

"yeah," you say, not looking at him as you shake your head and scoff. "i know it's pathetic but you don't understand i just felt–" the only thing you actually felt was chapped lips against yours.

mattheo fucking riddle was kissing you, his hands delicately holding your face like you were going to slip away from him again.

"don't worry about it, princess," he whispered, pushing his hair out of his eyes so he could look at you fully while calling you a name you havent heard since the third year. "it's not pathetic."

you stare at him in shock, glancing at the lip gloss smeared on his lips— this time from you, and not from other girls.

"are you sure?" you ask with an awkward laugh, feeling a nervous giddiness rise in you. "because i played that one stupid flower game with ron about you." you confess before you realize, accidently oversharing like always.

but mattheo just laughed, kissing from your forehead down to your chin and slowly across your jaw. "he likes me, he likes me not?" he asked, and you could feel the smile against your skin.

"i played it a couple times," he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours again. not wanting to hear the teasing you were about to do.

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Harry Potter Masterlist

Kisses Like Fire Whiskey - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Fluff (with very slight Angst). Set Post War (with flashbacks to Goblet of Fire). When you come back from a long apprenticeship in France, you and Fred catch up over drinks, reminiscing about your days as mischievous rebels. In the drunken haze, some important things are realized. (7,500 words.)

My Bleeding Heart - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Arranged Marriage. Angst (with a Fluffy Ending). Set during Deathly Hallows. When Draco finds out that you are pregnant, he is worried because he doesn't want his child to be just another pawn to the Dark Lord. So, then and there, he makes a very important decision to risk everything in order to protect you and his future child. (3,400 words.)

Downhill - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Arranged Marriage/Hesitant Lovers. Smut and Extreme Emotional Angst. Set during Half-Blood Prince. (Prequel to the above fic). Draco comes to you when he is having issues with The Vanishing Cabinet, and the two of you spend the night fixing a lot more than some enchantments and dark spells. (You don't know it yet, but you may just have saved his life - even if he thinks that he's ruining yours.) (20,100 words.)

King For A Day - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader. FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with very slight Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows. While Horcrux Hunting with your closest friends, the dangerous influence of Slytherin's Locket causes Ron to snap. And it turns out - he brings on something that everyone in the tent really needed. (Sex.) (22,400 words.)

The Way You Miss Me - Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut (with a Fluffy Ending). Set during Deathly Hallows. When you are called in last minute to help with the Seven Potters mission, you are horrified to find out that it involves flying because you have a crippling fear of heights. Luckily for you, Fred would never let you fall. And somehow, the worst night of your life turns into one of the best when a terrifying, near-death experience brings you and Fred closer than ever. (18,500 words.)

The Restricted Section - Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader (x Harry Potter). Accidental Voyeurism upon an Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Half-Blood Prince. Harry has an argument with Hermione over something in the Half-Blood Prince's book, and, determined to prove himself right, he puts on his Invisibility Cloak and goes to the Restricted Section of the library to find some proof to back up his point. But he soon completely forgets what he went there for when he finds you and Hermione doing something that he never would have expected from the two of you. (4,400 words.)

I'm Not Angry (Anymore) - George Weasley x Slytherin!Fem!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. (Eventual) Smut. Set Post War. Despite what everyone thought you would be, you ended up fighting on the same side as the Weasleys during The War, and then you ended up working for them when it was all over. But you are not friends with George, and you are most definitely not falling for him the longer you spend working at his stupid shop. (29,900 words in counting.) | Part One | Part Two - COMING SOON | Series Masterlist |

What if they walked in on you changing? - George Weasley | Draco Malfoy |

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to have them edited and posted on Tumblr sometime soon.

Whiskey Dick - Auror!Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to ‘Lovers’. Smut/PWP. One night, Ron comes back to his office - and he’s mad. You knock on his door, hoping to lend him an open ear, but he wants something else instead. (An open, wanting mouth to take out his frustrations on.) (3,500 words.) 

Caffeine Cold - Auror!Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader. Secret Relationship. Smut, Emotional Angst, Unhappy Ending. (Sequel to the above fic.) Three months after your unexpected tryst with Ron in his office, the two of you are still sneaking around, going at it. Even if you saw it coming a mile away - when things crumble, the consequences are near deadly. (12,500 words.) 

[fluffymaxsworld]

“you were a wonderful experience”

“you were everything”

a/n: just a quick fic to tell y’all i’m aliveee and great and everything. just lazy and i don’t want to write lol. anyways enjoyyy

theodore nott x gryffindor!reader

[i don’t remember if reader was female or gn, angst, no happy ending, i love theodore nott, didn’t proofread bc i’m LAZYY :((]

being with theodore nott was one of the experiences you won’t forget, even if you ended up marrying someone else. he was caring, weirdly sweet to be around, kind and utterly in love with you.

being with theo was something you won’t forget

…

the war is over, the order won, voldemort is dead. and so is the fear, the suffering. finally being happy was the only option, whoever you are. except for theo. how could you, half-blood gryffindor, top of the potion’s class, sweet laugh and stunning smile, how could you come into his life and messing it up so easily? how did you made him so helplessly in love with you?

it’s been two years, yet he still dream about you every night. how are you? did you sleep? eat? did you go out? he hated when you didn’t.

“baby i’m just really tired” you complaint one day.

“i swear to godric if you don’t get up and go with me shopping to let me spoil the ass out of you-”

how pretty were you that day, your eyes sparkled each time you entered different shops. you looked out for a matching jumper, you wanted it red over all, red like gryffindors! he just scoffed though, not capable of complaining. how could he? such a sweet girl he found for himself. until… the war.

being a death eater’s son and a order’s component’s boyfriend was too much, but not being able to satisfy his father was a bigger problem for theo. he tried to reach for you, he tried to call, sending letter, weird letters with a half blind owl, calling ron weasley himself to arrive at your sweet, kind voice. yet the efforts were useless, you didn’t even bother to answer. the hatred that was burning into you, the feeling of betrayal, slowly fade away. day by day you started to not feel anything towards the guy you loved so much.

years of soft talks and sweet giggles completely faded away in a couple of months.

oh hell, it hurt.

but then… the war ended, the death eaters were imprisoned and their son semi-free to go.

it took him five whole days to finally knock at weasley’s messy mansion and ask a tired and surprised ron for you.

“hey theo” you greeted him. you had the face full of cuts but nothing compared to the scar on his lips, tracing the left side of his jaw.

“y/n…” he stared at you, eyes fluttering and his heart pounding, full of joy. he wanted to get on his knees and beg your forgiveness, but deep down he knew that was useless. you moved on, you didn’t cared anymore. he was just another ex.

“take a sit” you smiled, a hint, just the smallest one, of awkwardness in that expression as he sat besides you.

“i missed you” he quickly said without thinking but not taking it back, not until he hear you say that you moved on.

“okay… i did too. for awhile, actually.” you answered in the sweetest tone ever. was a bad habit of yours, talking like that for bad news.

“and then?”

“and then not anymore, theo. you were a wonderful experience.”

“you were… everything”

words flourished out of his mouth, he would’ve cried but the tears weren’t coming down. maybe he already cried too much.

“deep down teddy, i’ll always love you and i’ll never forget you” was the last sentence you exchanged.

he walked away a few minutes later, spending that time in silence and staring one last time into your pupils. the same ones that he loved to see expand during potions because he knew your love for the subject was as big as the love you felt for him.

he then politely waved off hermione and harry and excused himself for the death of ron’s brother, getting redeemed with forgiveness. he smiled one last time and mouthed an ‘i love you’, a sign you never mouthed back to.

[mymiraclealigner]

If you didn't know me like you do | Professor!Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

tw: smut (+18), thigh riding, implicit legal age gap.

word count: 2,845

Grimmauld Place held a warm light at Christmas time. Everyone from the Order was gathered between the tall, wallpapered, rotted walls of the ancient house, filling it with tender laughs and chatter while exchanging presents and hot mulled wine.

This year, Y/n’s parents decided to spend the cold months of December and January in a tropical wonder, leaving her in the care of the famous Weasley family. They were lifelong friends of her parents and, even though she was a bit older than the twins and didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, she got along with the ginger clan.

That's how the witch found herself beating Harry and Ron in exploding snap, pranking the old thief Mundungus with the twins, and having long and fun sleepovers with Ginny and Hermione some nights of the Christmas break. Professors were also around, and some were more approachable than others: Severus left pretty clear he didn’t want to be bothered, but Minerva was open to answering questions about the holiday assignments, and Hagrid had no problem advancing the topics he would teach after the break either.

There was also Remus, but he was something more than an academic figure. He was not only there willing to give Y/n book recommendations and suggest grammatical corrections in her final-year essays. He was also there lifting her spirit with bad jokes after Order reunions, asking her if she wanted more butterbeer with his eyes at the dinner table, and listening to her ramble about her dreams and aspirations late at night with a cold cup of tea in one of his hands —the other, barely grazing her pinky.

Remus and Y/n had created an inexplicable bond between them that had formed based on similar interests and sexual tension disguised as genuine concern for each other.

Each one had their problems: Remus was still affected by his deployment in Hogwarts, the transformations were tougher each month, and living again with his best friend was not as fun as he remembered: Sirius came back with a lot of tattoos, resentment towards Remus for believing the lies and an underlying sentiment of guilt for what happened to the Potters. Y/n was dealing with the stress of facing the OWLs and the working life, a brewing war that blinded her vision for the future and threatened her hopes of a normal life, and the imminent feeling of abandonment that her absent parents put in her chest.

They managed to find comfort in each other and they casually started spending more time together very quietly, very subtly. No one read Y/n's expressions like Remus, and no one felt Remus' words as Y/n did; so they started to have conversations in secluded places of the creaking house, where not even the portraits could listen.

Of course, those conversations were filled with listening ears and understanding nods, but also with thirsty lips and fidgety hands. It might have been difficult for the others to spot the magnetic chemistry between them, but it was crystal clear for anyone who would stop to analyze the shine in their eyes when they hung into each other's words.

The young witch had never felt a stronger knot create in her lower belly every time Remus brushed her hip to pass to the other side of the hall, or a hotter blush grow in her cheeks when he rolled up the sleeves of his dressing shirt to reveal strong scarred arms.

He was also down bad, even if he tried to hide it. He had managed to perfect the crossing legs method to hide his erection from his ex-student, and sometimes he couldn't correct the direction of his eyes, which always diverted to the curviness of her hips or the brown spot on her neck.

She secretly found his admiration for her body hilarious; even if he didn't make it obvious, she could see the delicate way he contemplated her moving arms and hair, and her moving lips the most. She loved to be appreciated with that devotion, she had never felt that before.

One cold night, after what Y/n perceived was a stressful Order meeting, they sat on the comfortable, almost broken sofa in front of the library's fireplace. The flames exuded a warmth that made the witch remove her woolen sweater and Remus was finding it hard not to succumb to his desire to caress her tanned collarbone.

The bitter green tea and thoughtful state of mind sparked a pessimist conversation that included Nietzsche quotations and laments about the world and the terrible situation witches and wizards of England were in with the shadow of the Dark Lord stalking the safety of people.

That obscure life beyond the comforting room seemed pointless to go through for a second. So many horrors and injustices were occurring around her in that moment, and Y/n's awareness immersed her imagination in despicable hypotheticals that involved her tortured body, and Remus' body too, who was sitting a few meters away from her.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't real," she sighed and propped her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we didn't exist, that we weren't known. That we weren't even born."

"I understand why you wouldn't want yourself to exist, I have had that feeling myself before, believe me. My question is more why you want to drag me with you to non-existence?"

Remus laughed a bit, he would always be surprised by her interesting thoughts. She had a way of seeing the world he couldn't grasp and that kept him on a fun, uneasy expectation.

Y/n was relieved to see that the werewolf had moved the conversation somewhere else, where she wouldn't have to think about the darkness of the world around them.

"Because I don't think there would be a you without me," Remus' eyebrows went up. "Don't give me that look! I-I expressed myself badly… forget it."

Y/n felt her face flush and her eyes water; the one time she decided to be philosophically flirty she messed it all up. She thought she should have just sewn her mouth shut.

"No, none of that. Try to express what you meant," Remus came dangerously close to her, increasing the heavy feeling that burnt the witch's skin.

The girl sat down straight touching his thigh with hers and, after a long sigh, she answered.

"I meant that you wouldn't be the person you are or have the thoughts you've had if you hadn't met me the way you do," Y/n was nervously picking at the skin around her thumb, avoiding Remus' stare.

"What do you think I'd be like?"

"Miserable," she joked. Remus chuckled. "I just think you wouldn't ask yourself certain things."

"Things like what?" Remus brought his shaking hand up to put behind her ear a piece of hair that had fallen in the side of her face.

Suddenly the temperature in the library went up, but it wasn't because the fire in front of them burned more intensely. The reality of an awful world truly disappeared from Y/n's thoughts completely; the warm spot in her chest was speaking louder than pain.

"Like…" the girl silenced herself for a second, and then took a big breath to mutter the bravest thing: "whether to kiss me and disobey every rational voice in your head, or bring more tea to calm yourself down and avoid that thought."

A maddening silence stilled everything in the room; the particles of dust, the creaking wood and Y/n’s breathing stopped in time.

Remus turned around to check that the silver tea set was still resting in the small, fancy desk next to the window; if he were to reach it, he would have to get up and break the intimate bubble the two of them had entered.

"Yeah, you are right, I do ask myself that a lot. The kettle is too far, though."

The nervous girl turned around slowly fearing the possibility of her understanding. Their minds were close in thought, and he had unconsciously moved close to the point where she could feel Remus' breath in her cheek, and see a sparkle in his eyes.

"So, no tea this time?"

"No, not tonight I think," he whispered with a serious expression.

Burying his scarred hand behind her ear and into her hair, he brought his nose to her. He ignored the screams of his reason telling him to get away, and teased her opened lips by rubbing noses; she thought that that is how it must feel to kiss a ghost.

The impatient little whine that fell from her mouth gave Remus the final push to press his lips onto hers. She started moving them slowly, trying to mask her desperation for him and all thoughts erased from the werewolf's mind. There was nothing more in the universe than the sweet taste of that girl's mouth. His tongue gracefully licked hers, producing a twitch of her hips and she imitated the movement of his mouth, just like he had demonstrated.

She was eager for more and Remus could smell it. It was driving him insane, but he wanted to leave up to her whether his hand was worthy of something more than the touch of her shiny hair. Just like she had just read his mind, she pulled herself closer to him, squeezing his arm to signal a need for physical contact. Remus placed his hand behind her shoulder, moving her body towards his direction; and without any warning or precaution, Y/n turned herself to him, sitting on one of his thighs.

She separated slightly from him. His hands were now holding her waist in place and they could feel each other's breath from how close they remained. A silent conversation of whether this was real or not started. Their eyes weren't discussing the actual actions, but the tangible desire behind them and the not-so-innocent intentions.

While trying to assimilate that they both wanted this, Y/n started to rub herself against his thigh, searching for a pleasure only he could give her, she was sure. Remus squeezed her sides, trying to avoid the inevitable, and hopeful that she would notice he was not worthy of such pleasure. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself that he should not be enjoying this, that this was just a dream.

"Look at me, please," Y/n said slightly out of breath, Remus' eyes remained shut. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

Of course he thought she was pretty, and smart, and fun, and so many other things. But this was wrong; it was wrong not only the fact that he doubled her age, but that she deserved someone more capable of giving her love and attention. He was emotionally unavailable to shower her with love, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking her heart.

"Remus, do you not want this?" her hips halted, and his eyes opened immediately, "because I understand if you just think I'm too immature and inexperienced, a-"

"Of course I want this" the words flew straight out of his heart skipping his reason, but he didn't regret what he said.

Y/n didn't waste more time and rushed to grab his face to feel his lips on hers. Remus tightened his grip on her hips and forced himself to forget anything outside the library. In that precise moment, there was only he and Y/n, and his mind shouldn't get distracted from anything else. Nothing was more important than her right then and there.

Now Remus' arms were the ones guiding the movement of her hips back and forth. She bunched the fabric that covered his shoulders in her hands, trying to hide the moans to express her pleasure; the seam in her jeans had found her spot perfectly and the rubbing against Remus' strong thigh was stimulating her just the right way. Sweat started to emanate from her frown and her eyebrows moved up involuntarily, her panting was creating in Remus a hot feeling in his chest and he wanted to feel her warm cunt closer to his leg.

"Take off the jeans," her hands flew instantly to the button on the front, and Remus helped her take one leg out of her jeans so she wouldn't completely fall off his lap.

Remus appreciated how her simple light gray underwear clad to her hips. He followed the sewn end of the fabric with his fingers, from where her legs met her hip, through the middle of her buttocks, until her center. She was wet and the gray of her panties evidenced it blatantly. The werewolf rubbed his fingers on the wet spot before the witch forced herself to sit right on top of the evident bulge in his pants.

The girl started moving slowly again trying to stroke his cock with her middle effectively. Remus stiffened as a reaction to the pleasure he was receiving and that he craved for a very long time before. He was rock hard underneath her, and she took that as an advantage to rock herself against him with more intensity, making it difficult for the two of them to stay quiet.

Remus trespassed the fabric of her underwear and firmly grabbed her bottoms to get some control. The now panting girl searched Remus' lips to comfort herself because there was something forming in her stomach and in her chest stronger than anything she had felt before.

Yes, of course Y/n had touched herself before, in Grimmauld Place it had been difficult to find alone time, but the shower was always a good place of peace where she could visualize her previous DADA professor turning her over a desk and taking a firm hold of her hips. However, she had never really had an orgasm, she usually stopped when it'd get too good because her hands would start shaking and her legs would get some funny, unbearable ticklish feeling.

Her core started getting wetter and wetter and Remus couldn't hide his grunts; he imagined being inside her and his cock twitched embarrassingly.

He lowered his kisses to her chin, then her jaw leaving a sweet purple mark close to her ear. He continued going down, taking more time in that precious mole on her neck, until reaching the swell of her chest. He removed a hand from her moving bottoms and brought it up, with the intention of lowering the hem of her v-neck top.

When Remus started kissing and licking her nipples, Y/n held to his head and cuddled herself against him moving more desperately on him.

She was also imagining having him inside of her, close to his skin, without clothes between their bodies. She wondered what his chest looked like; maybe it was as scarred as his face, or maybe it was full of tattoos like Sirius'. What she knew with certainty was that it was hairy since some hair always peeked from the top of his shirt, and that it was very strong from the way he held her to him.

The werewolf's hips rose softly, following the girl's hip movements with a mouthful of her breast. Both him and her weren't containing their sights of pleasure and were just as close to climax.

Y/n grabbed a handful of Remus's slicked back hair to announce she couldn't bear much more of the pleasure, and he responded by bringing one hand to her hair to pull her close to his face. The closeness permitted them to look into each other's mouths with tired pants and a feral urge to crash lips.

"R-Rem, I think I-I," the witch could barely mutter a word, the divine sensation in her center started crawling up her back and arms, making them weak and wobbly as her voice.

"I know, love. Me too. Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, swallowing a moan from how good she felt on top of him.

Just before her legs gave up, an electrocuting sensation tickled her neck and stiffened her whole body. The witch came letting out a surprised little scream with her head buried in his shoulder; she had definitely never felt something like that.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” he panted as she rode him through her orgasm.

Remus welcomed all the weight of her body in his chest and, unannounced, came in his dressing pants from the lazy movements the girl was making on him to elongate her climax. He joined her ecstasy with satisfied little grunts and a fist holding her hair. Both entered a hazy, dreamy state where nothing could be bad and words were too complicated to pronounce.

The girl raised her head to meet Remus' eyes. He, ignoring the small circle of drool that she had left on his upper sleeve, gave her a smile and held her by the neck to kiss her sweet lips, certainly not for the last time.

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★💜 FANDOMS I WRITE ABOUT AND STUFF I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING 💜★

!¡WARNING: Mentions of R4pe¡!

I feel like the thing I should write here first is stuff I am not comfortable writing about just so you can get the idea of what my posts are going to be like. They aren't that limited on stuff but there's only a few things I will NOT write due to controversy and how it is straight up wrong to glorify things that happen to real people unintentionally and it's just horrible.

R4pe fanfics. Disgusting. You cannot believe how many people get off to this kind of fantasy and it's gross and disrespectful to victims of r4pe.

Writing fanfics/smut about characters or people that are gay/lesbian with a person that is not their preferred gender partner. Ex: Nick Sturniolo x Female!Reader | Chappell Roan x Male!Reader. I feel like it's disrespectful to put a celebrity/character who makes it clear that they don't feel comfortable dating their opposite gender.

Like I said,not that many things I'm uncomfortable writing about. Plain. Simple. Straight to the point. Let's go to the fandoms I write about and the people in them I write about.

👾=Smut 🖤=Fluff 💟= Platonic

If you can incorporate one of these emojis into your question if I can write about a certain person with a certain story line so I know what I have to write,I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

|| Harry Potter

Harry Potter=👾🖤💟

Ron Weasley=👾🖤💟

Fred Weasley=👾🖤💟

George Weasley=👾🖤💟

Neville Longbottom=👾🖤💟

Sirius Black=👾🖤💟

Remus Lupin=👾🖤💟

Cormac McLaggen=👾🖤💟

Cedric Diggory=👾🖤💟

Draco Malfoy=👾🖤💟

Lucius Malfoy=👾🖤💟

Mattheo Riddle=👾🖤💟

Tom Riddle=👾🖤💟

Theodore Nott=👾🖤💟

Lorenzo Berkshire=👾🖤💟

Blaise Zabini=👾🖤💟

Barty Crouch Jr.=👾🖤💟

Narcissa Malfoy=👾🖤💟

Bellatrix Lestrange=👾🖤💟

Hermione Granger=👾🖤💟

Luna Lovegood=🖤💟 (I'm not writing smut about her,she's too pure😭)

|| My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya=👾🖤💟

Katsuki Bakugo=👾🖤💟

Shoto Todoroki=👾🖤💟

Denki Kaminari=👾🖤💟

Eijiro Kirishima=👾🖤💟

Hanta Sero=👾🖤💟

Tenya Iida=👾🖤💟

Fumikage Tokoyami=👾🖤💟

Mezo Shoji=👾🖤💟

Mina Ashido=👾🖤💟

Ochaco Uraraka=👾🖤💟

Momo Yaoyorozu=👾🖤💟

Tsuyu Asui=👾🖤💟

Kyoka Jiro=👾🖤💟

Shota Aizawa=👾🖤💟

Hizashi Yamada(Present Mic)=👾🖤💟

Toshinori Yagi(All Might)=👾🖤💟

Tomura Shigaraki=👾🖤💟

Touya Todoroki(Dabi)=👾🖤💟

Keigo Takami(Hawks)=👾🖤💟

Himiko Toga=👾🖤💟

Neito Monoma=👾🖤💟

|| Victorious

Tori Vega=👾🖤💟

Trina Vega=👾🖤💟

Jade West=👾🖤💟

Cat Valentine=🖤💟(again,too pure)

Beck Oliver= 👾🖤💟

Andre Harris=👾🖤💟

Robbie Shapiro=👾🖤💟

I might add more fandoms in the future but these are the only ones I can think of for now.

[emeritusemeritus]

Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 7

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

The return to Hogwarts.

Thank you to everyone who has reached out to be added to the Taglist, I have tried adding everyone but some blogs cannot be added? I will keep trying for you all 🖤

Apparating into Hogsmeade just outside the anti-apparition jinx perimeter was the only feasible way you could get close to the castle, but it was extremely dangerous, to say the least. There was a bounty upon all of your heads, none more than Harry who had been marked as undesirable number 1. Your plan was to sneak in through the Honeydukes cellar passageway, navigating Hogmeade in the dark just as you had the night George lost his ear to confront Snape. You wished you had the marauders map on your possession and had cursed yourself multiple times for not keeping it to hand, knowing that Grimmauld place was much too risky to return to now that Yaxley had discovered the location of the safe house after fleeing the ministry.

You had not anticipated the alarm that sounded out the second you all apparated into Hogmeade, the Caterwauling charm forcing you to run for cover the second your feet landed on the ground. Snatchers and death eaters were hot on your tails as you hid behind folded tables in the market, holding your breath and trying to control your shaking limbs. Snow covered the ground and you tried your hardest to hide your tracks but it was too late, all of you huddled together beneath a table as footsteps approached. Only when another alarm sounded off in the distance did the men relent and began running to investigate, assuming it to be Harry.

You stood quickly and beckoned the rest of your group to follow you, trying to slip through the jitty that ran between the Hog's Head and the side entrance to Honeydukes. Your heart sunk as you spotted a newly installed railing too late, cornering you and preventing you from escaping. You turned to Ron with a look of fear in your eyes, desperately trying to think up a backup plan as you tried to pull the secret passageways from your memory.

"Potter, in here!" A voice whispered from the side, urging you to run forward for cover.

A large portrait on the wall grabbed your attention immediately, a young girl with a clipped smile and distant eyes.

"You bloody fools, what were you thinking coming here?" The deep voice said, walking into the room. His likeness to your ex-headmaster was striking though not in the way that they were identical but almost as if they had the same kind eyes and long white hair and beards. "Have you any idea how dangerous it is?"

"You're Aberforth, Dumbledore's brother," Harry says, watching as the man briefly pauses mid-step before continuing on to peak out the shuttered windows, looking for any sign of suspicion with a vague noise of confirmation.

Aberforth kindly fetched some food and drink for you all though you don't launch for it as Ron and Hermione do, your stomach in knots about the next task.

"We need to get into the castle, tonight," Harry says with urgency, also not moving to reach for the food.

When Aberforth turns to him with a look of confusion and disgust, Harry presses, "Dumbledore gave us a job to do."

"Did he now?" Aberforth replies sneakily, pouring himself a drink. "Nice job? Easy?" He asks sarcastically, implying a conflict between them and previous knowledge of Albus' riddle like tasks. His face beamed with a sardonic smile that didn't reach his eyes, though he clearly found it an amusing situation.

"We've been hunting Horcruxes," Harry admits. Your gaze shoots your to him in surprise and alarm that he'd admitted it out loud to a man you barely knew. In truth, you had been more than hesitant about things since the incident with Bathilda, not to mention your multiple uses of Polyjuice Potion in the last few months alone. Quite frankly, you didn't trust anyone to be who they claimed to be.

"We think the last one's inside the castle, but we'll need your help getting in," Harry says. The tension on the room lingers as Aberforth places down his drink, eyeing Harry with suspicion, not astounded at the claim as you had anticipated him to act.

"That's not a job my brother's given you, it's a suicide mission. Do yourself a favor boy. Go home. Live a little longer."

"Dumbledore trusted me, to see this through," Harry counters, unfazed by Aberforth's harsh tone.

"What makes you think you can trust

him! What makes you think you can believe anything my brother told you! In all the time you knew him, did he ever mention my name? Did he ever mention hers?" Aberforth gestures to the painting of the young girl you'd spotted upon entering, her vacant expression never changing even as she's addressed.

"Why should he?" Harry begins to say, before Aberforth interjects.

"Keep secrets? You tell me." He goads.

"I trusted him."

"That's a boys answer," Aberforth dismisses. You cast a glance at Hermione as the two argue back and forth, keeping surprisingly cool under the tension. Ron, standing beside Hermione, looks less concerned as he continues to eat, shoving his mouth full of food as he watches the confrontation before him. "A boy who goes chasing Horcruxes on the word of a man who wouldn't even tell him

where to start. You're lying. Not just to me, which doesn't matter, but to yourself as well. That's what a fool does." Aberforth has taken a few steps towards Harry but he stands resolute. "You don't strike me as a fool, Harry Potter. So I'll ask you again. There must be a reason."

Harry remains resolute even as Aberforth moves ever closer to him, the tension lingeries thickly in the air as you await Harry's answer.

"I'm not interested in what happened between you and your brother, I don't care that you've given up. I trust the man I knew. We need to get into the castle tonight."

Ron's gaze flickers to you and you look upon eachother with an unreadable expression, both relating caution as you anticipate Aberforth's next move. Harry stands strong, not cowering under the dark gaze of your helper. After several seconds of intense, silent exchange, Aberforth shifts his gaze to the painting of the girl, his eyes softening as he glances at her, relenting.

The girl gives a nod, still holding her wistful smile and turns, waking off into the distance of the oil painting, her form getting increasingly smaller the further she walks.

"Where've you sent her?" Asks Harry, curiously watching the girl disappear from the frame.

"You'll see soon enough," Aberforth replies, a little cagey.

"That's Ariana, isn't it? Your sister. She's beautiful," you say, trying to pull Aberforth back on to your side, feeling like a disquiet was pulling at him and Harry that you didn't want to linger.

"She'll always be beautiful," Aberforth says, glancing at you briefly. You nod with a small smile, understanding his wistful tone.

"She died very young, didn't she," Hermione adds delicately, though Aberforth doesn't glance at her, nor reply for a few moments as Hermione's statement hangs in the air.

"My brother sacrificed many things, in his journey to find power, including Ariana. She was devoted to him -- he gave her everything, but time."

"Thank you Mr Dumbledore," you say quietly. He stares at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before nodding curtly and walking into the other room up the stone steps. You catch Ron's eyes who looks at you in question but you shoot him a harsh glare, telling him to back off. The four of you stand in awkward silence for a few moments, looking around the sparse room and waiting for your next instruction or sign.

"She's coming back! And she's got someone with her!" Hermione calls, scrutinising the painting as a very small figure emerges from the back of the canvas. The whole scene is slightly ominous as you wait for the image to become clear, a sense of dread filling you as you consider who would be with her. Had you been set up?

"Who's that with her?" Ron asks, moving to stand closer as you all fixate on the second figure, increasing in size as they move closer, seeing that the second person was limping. The second person moves behind the girl, concealed completely as the frame around the painting creaks open from the right side. You draw your wand, ready for whatever might be unleashed but frown as you see the opening to a dark and long tunnel, revealing exactly who was stepping closer. "Bloody hell!"

"Neville!" Harry says with a smile, thankful to see an old friend. "You look

"Like hell I reckon," Neville says, crouching down with his wand in his hand. His cardigan is marked and dirty, much like his face that holds scars and fresh cuts. "This is nothing. Seamus is worse. You'll see." He looks at you, then Hermione and then Ron, all with a smile as you greet eachother.

"Hey, Ab. We've got a couple more coming through," he says, turning to Aberforth and addressing him with a familiarity which tells you everything you need to know about the kind bar owner who had been exactly who he stated to be.

"I don't remember this being on the Marauder's Map," you say quietly with a tone of suspicion, looking at the walls of the damp and dark tunnel that surrounds you, completely unfamiliar to even you. Having George and Fred as best friends turned lovers ensured that you knew every secret passageway and hiding place in the castle, and this was one you had never found before.

"That's because it never existed till now. The seven secret passages were sealed off before the start of the year. This is the only way in or out now. The grounds are crawling with Death Eaters and Dementors," Neville explains, leading the way with his wand extended, exuding light to guide your path.

"How bad is it with Snape as Headmaster?" Hermione asks. Even in the semi-darkness you notice her gaze flicking to you at the mention of your old potion master and mentor.

"Hardly ever see him. It's the Carrows you have to watch out for."

"The Carrows?"

"Brother and sister. They're in charge of discipline. They like punishment, the Carrows," he says, pointing to the newest gash on his face.

"They did that to you? But why?" Hermione asks.

"Today's Dark Arts lesson had us practicing the Cruciatus Curse, on First Years. I refused. Hogwarts has changed."

You're amazed by the change in Neville, no longer seeing a scared boy but rather a confident man, no longer afraid to stand up for himself or the people around him. It's a bittersweet reverence you feel, conflicted by his words, knowing that this new regime must have forced him to change. You wondered about everyone else, how had they fared?

Just as you approach the end of the tunnel, a large door appears, blocking any further light. Neville turns to you all with a grin on his face, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?" He turns back to reach for the door and slowly begins pushing it open, moving forward to block you all with his body.

"Hey! Listen up, you lot! Brought you a surprise," he calls out, addressing what you assume to be other students.

"Not more of Aberforth's cooking, I hope. Be a surprise if we could digest it," you hear a voice call back, a voice you instantly recognise as Seamus.

Without replying, Neville steps to one side and reveals you all stood behind him, Harry first with Ron, then you and then Hermione in near single file within the small entrance to the tunnel.

"Blimey!" Seamus calls out, his face amongst a sea of others who all turn to the opening at Seamus' exclamation. The crowd erupts with cheers and hollars, your names called out as people begin to stand, clapping and smiling up at you all. You recognise many of the faces there, Luna, Cho, Dean, Lavender, Cormac, Padma and Parvati, Nigel and more. You look around hopefully to try and spot Ginny but you can't see her familiar face nor the familiar red hair you're so hopeful to see.

You descend down the ladder and are immediately met with a surge of hugs, backslaps and handshakes as the group of your fellow students embrace you, greeting each of you with an excitement you'd not anticipated.

"Get the word out to Remus and the others that Harry and the gang are back," Neville says quietly to Nigel, making you freeze in Padma's arms. You naturally assumed 'the others' meant Order members, would they all be joining you? Would you finally get to see Fred and George again? And if you did, would they even want to see you?

You faked a smile as more people greeted you but you felt as if you were on autopilot, your mind spiralling at the idea of seeing your loved one's again and their reaction. You tried to focus of Bill's words from before, his tone was positive and present tense, hopefully they did still want you. You watched from over the shoulder of a student you didn't recognise to see Nigel scrambling to work an old battered wizard wireless, navigating through the crackles of it warming up, speaking quickly and fighting to keep the large headphones on.

"River, DA calling. Do you read? We have a new weather report: Lightning has struck. I repeat, lightning has struck."

"Okay, okay! Stand down! Let's not kill them before You-Know-Who gets the chance!" Neville says, trying to calm the group who have taken to mainly swarming Harry. The sea of people parts and Ron, stood beside Harry, takes your hand, pulling you in towards him as he does the same to Hermione, keeping you all close together.

"Right then. What's the plan, Harry?" Neville says, crossing his arms as he looks expectantly at Harry.

Harry gazes out over the expectant faces in the room, noting the hollow eyes and broken bodies and the desperate, almost palpable desire for hope amongst the crowd. For a moment he seems lost, remaining mute as he is awed by the sacrifice his friends have made.

"Okay. There's something we need to find, something hidden here in the castle. It could help us defeat You-Know-Who," he says determinedly, though if not a little lost. You share a look with Hermione that looks hesitant and concerned, both of you worried to give the game away.

"What is it?" Neville asks.

"We don't know," Harry replies.

"Where is it?" Dean asks, still looking hopeful.

"Don't know that either."

There's a brief pause that lingers with awkwardness, the sea of hopeful faces falling a little as the anticlimactic information is relayed.

"I realize it's not much to go on," Harry says.

"That's nothing to go on," Seamus says a little defensively, rendering Harry speechless for the moment, faltering under the unexpected backlash.

You spot the Ravenclaw banner in the distance and place your hand on Harry's shoulder, stepping in for him as it seems that he's a little lost for words, trying to navigate what exactly he could and should tell them.

"We think it's something to do with Ravenclaw," you say, side stepping to move in line with Harry at the front. "The thing we're looking for, it would be small, easy to conceal. It'd most likely be valuable and sentimental to Ravenclaw herself," you say, looking around at the sea of people who have turned their attention to you. You fixate on the eagle symbol on the banner, trying to look at the Ravenclaw students in the room, knowing they would be the most likely to have some information.

Your words are met with near silence and lost faces, confusion upon some as they look around at each other clueless.

"Well, there's Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem," Luna says from near the back.

"Oh, bloody hell. Here we go," Ron mutters under his breath behind you and you deliver a swift concealed kick to his shin to shut him up.

"The lost diadem of Ravenclaw? Hasn't anyone ever heard of it? It's quite famous," Luna says looking around as people turn in her direction, not taking her seriously.

"Yes, but Luna, it's lost. For centuries now. There's not a person alive today who's seen it," Cho says delicately, not wanting to humiliate Luna in front of the crowd. The other Ravenclaw's nod in agreement.

"Excuse me. But would someone tell me what a bloody diadem is?" Ron says, stepping to the other side of you so he doesn't get kicked again.

"It's a kind of crown. You know, like a tiara," Cho says.

You look towards Hermione and raise your eyebrows, seeing the same understanding in her eyes. It was possible, more than possible.

Just then, there's a distinctive rumble of the door opening and you freeze for a moment before you spot Ginny walking quickly over to the assembled group. She freezes for a moment, staring at Harry before mumbling his name with a smile. Ron gives a wave and says hi, though she pays no notice, still intensely staring at Harry who is staring back just the same.

"Six months she hasn't seen me and it's like I'm Frankie First Year. I mean, I'm only her brother," Ron mumbles between you and Hermione and you can't help but smile at his childish grumbling.

"Got loads of those, though, doesn't she? There's only one Harry," Seamus says, turning to you with a smile and a little wiggle of his eyebrows, making your heart flutter and your stomach tie into knots, having momentarily forgotten about the impending reunion with your boyfriends.

"Shut up, Seamus," Ron says without any real conviction, only to be interrupted by Neville who turns to Ginny with a frown.

"What is it, Ginny?"

"Snape knows. He knows that Harry was spotted in Hogsmeade," she says, still frozen to the spot, looking alarmed. Her gaze breaks away only briefly as she looks to you, then Ron, then Hermione. She eventually runs forward and embraces Harry, then pulls you in, then Ron and then Hermione.

"We need to do something," Harry says, turning to your group.

"How long until the order gets here?" You hear Ron ask Neville, trying to make a plan, knowing it would be foolish to act before the order had assembled.

"Anytime now, they've all been called to arms," he replies, looking back towards you as you nod. Trying to ignore the knot in your stomach and the lump in your throat, you turn to Harry, his gazed fixed to the floor, seemingly trying to think of options.

"Harry we need to overthrow Snape," Hermione says, a dangerous look in her eye.

"But we have to catch him off guard," you say, agreeing with Hermione. "We have to wait for the Order to arrive, if it turns into a fight we need backup. Neville how many of the teachers are on his side?"

"Just the Carrow's I'd say, most others have either been threatened, left or stayed to protect the students," Neville says, moving to stand closer to you all, the intel for the plan.

"We surprise Snape, overthrow and outnumber them, then we search the castle whilst the Order sets up defences," you say, looking directly at Harry so that he'd listen to your reasoning, "once we start this, there's no turning back."

He nods almost immediately, his gaze turning to you as he works through the plan in his head.

"That could work," Ron says encouragingly, moving closer to place a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Suddenly a loud alarm rings out, a whirring sound reminiscent of an old war time air raid alarm. You flinch, as does your little group though the other students seem completely unfazed, each of them dispersing to grab their discarded school robes.

"What's happening?" Harry asks, looking around frantically.

"Snape's called an assembly," Ginny explains, quickly placing her outer robes around her. "We have 10 minutes to get to the Great Hall."

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione exclaims as Harry reaches for a robe, quickly placing the cloak around him. So much for your plan.

"You wait here for the Order, I'll sneak in with the crowd, he won't be expecting that," he says, fingers struggling with the ties of the cloak in his haste.

"Hermione it might be the best way," you say carefully, expecting the disbelieving look she gives you. "Snape doesn't know Harry's already in the castle, right Gin?" You ask, turning to Ginny.

"No, the castle would be locked down if he did," Ginny says, agreeing with you.

"I have some Polyjuice potion," you begin to say but Harry stops you.

"No, it has to be me," Harry says, and you nod in understanding, letting him go.

The students pour out, including Harry who is concealed between Ginny and another Gryffindor student you don't recognise, leaving you, Ron and Hermione alone to await the Order's arrival.

The sound of the students marching in formation is an ominous noise, the steady beat of the synchronised footsteps only illuminating the quickened pace of your pounding heart. You took a seat on one of the crates in the back corner of the room, your back to both walls, staring into your lap and wringing your hands as nerves overtake you. The Order, most importantly Fred and George, would be here any minute and you didn't even know where to begin with greeting them.

Would they still want you?

Would they be harsh and dismissive?

Were they mad at you for leaving?

Your stomach flipped with nerves and you tried to hold back the nauseous feeling that kept rising up, your entire being riddled with anxiety. The others seemed to sense your internal distress and left you alone, standing together and talking quietly in the other corner. You pulled out the lebetum from your pocket to keep you occupied and distracted, looking into the frosted glass as you tried thinking of happy memories to see the words form but you were too anxious and conflicted to get a clear thought in your mind, the words remaining hidden. You still weren't certain what the exact use for it was, though it had helped you to retrieve the sword of Gryffindor. Why was the doe significant? You were pretty sure that Dumbledore's patronus was a Phoenix, so surely it couldn't be Albus helping you beyond the grave. The only clue you had was Dobby's cryptic message delivered just before he died, 'my boss was right'. But Dobby was a free elf, Harry had ensured that after the chamber of secrets, planting the sock which freed him from the Malfoys.

Just as you huffed out a breath of disappointment and placed the lebetum back deep into your pocket, a deep rumbling noise broke through the quiet room, alerting you to an intruder. Holding out your wand you waited a few seconds for the figure to appear, visibly shrinking in relief when you noticed Kingsley's signature blue robes coming into view. He was followed close behind by Remus and then Neville. Arthur and Molly stepped in and then Bill and Fleur. It was like you were being tortured on purpose, having to wait and sift through the familiar members until you finally saw the two near identical beings you'd longer for all this time.

They all naturally congregated around Hermione and Ron, greeting them with warmth having seen them first as they entered, your position partially hidden in the back corner. Almost immediately, you see George and Fred looking around worriedly as you aren't with Ron and Hermione. George catches your eye line first and you immediately stood up on shaking legs, feeling breathless and frozen in place, unable to take even a single step out of overwhelming fear that you'd be rejected after all this time.

His face erupts with sheer relief as he nudges Fred hard with his elbow, alerting his twin to your presence. Both twins turned to face you and within one second of turning, they run off from the group and bolt over to you, each pulling at your frozen form as tears erupt, free flowing down your face. George takes hold of you first, muttering unintelligible words as he cradles you tightly. The movement hurts your tender shoulder but you couldn't care less whilst you sob into his chest in relief. Fred speaks too but you can't make it out, both of their voices mixing to form a symphony of background noise. Fred then pulls you into his arms and spins you around, holding all of your weight as you sob and laugh at the same time. He puts you down on the floor and kisses you hard, hands tangling in your hair, no part of you left untouched as George grabs hold of your spare hand, feeling you firmly between them.

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm so sorry baby, I never meant-."

"You're really here."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Missed you so bloody much."

You all speak at the same time, still clutching onto each other desperately as if one of you would disappear at any moment. George stops speaking and pulls you into a kiss, all his emotions pouring into the kiss, his remorse and regret, longing and desperation from the last months all culminating within him.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to push you away, I took it out on you and I will never forgive myself," George says with a hiccup, still holding you as he pulls away from the kiss, speaking quickly so that he can be the first one to talk. Your tears have slowed now and from what you can see, both of the twins have their own tear lines too.

"No I'm sorry, I never wanted to leave you, especially not after everything that happened."

"We understand sweetheart," Fred says, stepping back in after giving you and George a moment. He places his hands onto your waist and you stand between both men, exactly where you should always be.

You hear a cough from the corner of the room and turn to see Remus with his hand in front of his mouth, looking sheepish and a little embarrassed having to break up your reunion. You understand, knowing that business needed taking care of first. You walk back to the group and are greeted warmly by Molly who pulls you into a bone crushing hug, followed by Arthur. Fleur then pulls you in and Bill strides over to you, placing his arm much more gently around you, knowing the problem with your shoulder.

"Told you," he whispers in your ear and you smile, gently elbowing him playfully which makes him laugh, your boyfriends paying close attention to your interaction.

"So where do we begin?" Hermione asks, looking towards Kingsley for leadership. He explains his plan but stops when he realises he doesn't quite know why you've returned.

"We need time," you say, standing straight. "We have to search the castle for something and destroy it."

"Then time you'll have," Kingsley says with a nod, ushering you all forward as you walk in formation towards the great hall where Harry would be revealing himself. You're flanked by your boyfriends, neither of them letting you out of their sight nor more than an arms length away as you walk between them.

Kingsley and Remus cast matching stunning spells as soon as you all round the corner to the hall, taking out the two deatheaters who were guarding the entrance to the hall.

You wait in tense silence, trying to listen in to what you believe to be Snape's threatening monologue until you hear a chorus of gasps, alerting you that Harry had made his move. It was time to act.

Next

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3: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.

Summary: A push from her friends leads to Kwon YN trying to reconnect with her ex something Jeon Jungkook. Or the So Long Hogwarts Spin Off that took a life of its own.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. @allisonleannn 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐒𝐊/𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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This is becoming such another beast I have no idea what I'm doing. Thoughts and opinions please.

Compared to the last 2 years, third year was in general a fun good time.

However there was a lot going on with your interpersonal relationships.

It was only a few weeks into third year that Giselle noticed, 3 second years following you and Sunghoon around.

At first, neither of you cared. Both of you assumed they were just Harry fans that decided to follow you on the off-chance they see Harry.

That changed when Winter pointed out that these 3 didn't even care about Harry but obsessed with you and Sunghoon.

That's when you decided to talk to them, find out what they wanted and why they were following you and Sunghoon around.

You weren't expecting these 3 to beg both of you to be their Hogwarts parents or atleast a guiding light through Hogwarts.

Sunghoon, being the Ravenclaw he never acted like, made the choice to ask these 3 to leave so you both could discuss this.

While you were skeptical, you wanted to be the guiding light for them. For the next few days, you watched these 3 students and saw the bond they had.

It took convincing but you managed to convince Sunghoon to adopt these 3 2nd years.

At first it was an inside joke between your besties and KyuWoonChae as the trio liked being called.

And that's how you liked it, an inside joke that nobody got but those closest to you.

However by the end of the year, you'd be the one calling them your children.

It all started when after Ancient Runes, you saw Dean Thomas waiting for you outside.

Unusual, while you knew Dean as a fellow third year Gryffindor. A guy who was an amazing artist and whose best friend was Seamus Finnegan, that was as much as you knew about him.

"So any reason your waiting for me Dean?" You asked politely since he didn't seem to want to say anything to you.

Taking a deep breath, what Dean asked you shocked you.

"I wanted to ask if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me, as in on a date YN" Dean rushed out.

Confused you looked around to see if Harry, Ron or the Weasley twins had put him up to prank you like this.

Seeing no one around, you realised Dean Thomas was actually asking you out.

"Uh sure, I guess Dean" you mumbled before rushing off to lunch.

As you were running away from Dean you heard his shout of joy.

While you were happy to make someone so happy just by agreeing to go out with them.

It did remind you that, the person you'd like to ask you out likely never would.

But you'd agreed and you weren't gonna let Dean down.

A few days later, once news had spread all over the Gryffindor tower, you were second guessing how embarrassing it would be to cancel on Dean.

Lamenting your poor choices you were banging your head lightly on the table in the library.

"Ugh ur such an idiot Kwon Black YN, why would you agree to a date with Dean." You mumbled to yourself.

As you went to bang your head on the table again, a hand stopped you.

Looking up, you saw it was Jung Hoseok. One of the Bangtan boys.

"What did the table do to deserve this abuse Ynah" he asked, taking a seat next to you.

You sighed before replying to him.

"I agreed to go on a date with Dean Thomas but I don't even like him in that way, he just looked so sincere, I didn't want to hurt him and say no, so I agreed and now the whole of Gryffindor thinks we belong together"

There was a moment of silence as Hoseok digested what you'd told him.

You watched fascinated, as his expression changed from neutral, to confused, to upset, to neutral again.

"Did he force you to go out with him? Ynah cause I can talk to him and sort that out" Hoseok said.

"No, he asked me out of the blue and I agreed. I didn't even think he liked me in that way. I certainly don't like him as more than a friend but I can't even cancel without it being a disaster" you lamented, going back to bang your head on the table.

Before your head could hit the table though, Hoseok put a featherlight charm on that part of the table.

So there was a soft pillow feeling when your head hit the table instead of hard wood.

"Honestly this is nothing the stress about Kwon YN, go on the date. You can't back out now but remember to let this Dean guy know at the end that you don't reciprocate his feelings" Hoseok said calmly giving you his signature smile.

You couldn't help but smile back at him. Agreeing to follow what he's said.

You made you way out of the library, feeling much lighter than you had in the week since Dean had asked you out.

Though you'd promised Sunghoon to have an open mind on this date.

It went about as well as you'd expect it to go. And thankfully Dean agreed with you that there wasn't anything there.

You both went back to the castle as friends but determined to talk more. It didn't hurt to know those in your house more.

You knew that KyuWoonChae had been spying and telling Sunghoon everything that happened on the date.

So you weren't surprised when your friends ambushed you upon returning to the castle, not even bothering to ask for details and moving on.

The second date was because you lost a bet and you didn't even count it as a date since it was with Sunghoon.

KyuWoonChae had decided a quick way to make money is to bet on the quidditch teams.

The 3 lil shits (affectionate) decided to pit you and Sunghoon against each other. The losing person had to go on a date with the winner so whichever one of you won.

You and Sunghoon were going to go on a date anyway.

It was a fun time, both of you trolled KyuWoonChae as much as you could.

With the 3 agreeing that you both loved one another but will never be in love with each other.

The third date of your third year. Took you by surprise.

You were writing a letter to your parents with the other third year girls around.

Lavender and Parvati were twittering on about Prof Trelawny, Hermione sitting at the table looking ready to murder the girls.

Thankfully the boys come, Ron sitting next to Hermione distracts her from her murderous thoughts.

As Harry sits next to you looking over the letter you were writing.

"You know Harry, you could just write your own letter than giving me unsolicited commentary on my letter" you said to him snidely.

"I've already written and sent my 2 letters for the week, unlike you sister dear" Harry said cheekily pinching your cheek.

"Ugh, your such a try hard. 2 letters a week ya know. Shut up, I'm happy with my one letter a week" you say giving him a shove.

Before Harry can give you a response, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning it's Eunchae.

"Unnie there's some Slytherin waiting for you outside" She says before going to sit with her friends.

Confused you make your way outside to see who the slytherin is.

Of all the Slytherins, Theodore Nott was not the one you thought would be waiting for you.

"Finally, I'm pretty sure the next lion that walked past me was going to curse at me" Theo said when you came out of the common room.

"Sorry for making you wait Nott but what's the reason your here anyway?" You ask.

"Just to confirm, you're single right? Cause if you aren't, this whole conversation didn't happen okay" Theo asks you, looking nervous.

"Uh yeah, I am but what does that have to do with anything?" You ask, more confused.

"Great, your going on a date right now" and with that Theo grabs your hand and starts taking you towards a secret passage.

"I didn't agree to this?! Merlin Theo let go" you screech at him but his grip is strong.

"Theodore Thaddeus Nott let Kwon Black go, I don't need you to drag her on a date with me when I can ask her myself" Standing in front of you is Kim Mingyu.

4th year Slytherin, heir to an ancient and noble house.

Immediately Theo let you go, before you could even say anything to him he had ran off in the opposite direction.

"Theo's middle name is Thaddeus" is the only thing that comes out of your mouth before you start to laugh at the absurdity at what just happened.

Seeing you laugh does make Mingyu smile but he hides it quickly behind his usual idgaf expression.

"So what's this about asking me out? And why was Theo of all people dragging me to a date Kim?" You boldly ask after you've finished laughing.

"I'd simply mentioned it in passing to Theo, that I didn't know your dating status otherwise I'd have asked you out already. Being the busybody that he is, Nott decided to get involved" Mingyu explained to you calmly.

"Now that I know your single. Will you go out with Kwon Black?" Mingyu asks.

Your brain short circuits. What is going on.

First you were almost kidnapped for a date with a guy? And now the guy that stopped it, is the one asking you out, but he is also the one who the other guy was kidnapping you to go on a date with? Even in your head this didn't make sense.

Unlike your snap decision to agree to a date with Dean. This time you took the time to think about Kim Mingyu and the little knowledge you had on him.

You also thought about the guy you had a crush on. The guy who had practically been avoiding you this whole year.

Granted you knew it wasn't on purpose, you just kept on missing each other but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

Maybe it was time for this crush to be crushed by you gaining a boyfriend. Well that would depend on how well this date with Mingyu would go.

There's a high chance after the date he wouldn't want to go out again anyway.

Although you had promised Sunghoon to keep an open mind in your last date, truth of the matter was that you knew that Dean was only a friend and that's how you acted.

This time round though, you genuinely wanted to give Mingyu a proper date. Who knows how it could go.

"Sure Kim, let's go on a date" You tell him and then walk away. Knowing the Hogwarts gossip. Everyone will be talking about this within hours.

The date itself was great. You were having fun and if the smiles Mongyu kept trying to hide were any indication he was having fun too.

Yet, you knew there was an ulterior motive to him asking you out and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

"Now that we're relatively in a private place and we've both cast enough privacy spells, what's really going on Mingyu?" You ask him.

"I shouldve guessed that you'll figure me out fairly quickly KB" Mingyu says lightly.

"Appa was a Slytherin and it doesn't hurt to use those skills when dealing with all you snakes." You say as you take a sip of your butterbeer.

"Truth is, there's whispers of the dark lord coming back or some shit like that and well I wanted to see where you stand on that" Mingyu asks you cautiously.

"Where I stand is that the adults need to sort that out. I'm just a teen and so is Harry, the weight of saving the wizarding world shouldn't be put on teens" You tell Mingyu.

Anger flashing in your eyes just thinking of Harry being made the saviour of the Wizarding World.

"Not very gryffindor of you to stand by and let the world burn when you could do something to save it" Mingyu comments, noting the anger in your eyes.

This is the first he's seen of you actually getting angry and ofcourse it's over your brother.

"Its not about my house, it's about the adults in the wizarding world doing what they should be in protecting us the teens."

"The fact you're out here figuring out alliances is shit we shouldn't have to be doing. Yet here we are discussing this rather than figuring out if we should go on a second date or not" You say, losing some steam as you finish your tirade.

The more you think about this, the more frustrated you get at the idea of your brother being made the scapegoat for the wizarding world when there were adults who should sort this out.

"Since you brought it up, would I have gotten a second date?" Mingyu asks trying to divert your mind but also hoping that the answer is in his favour.

"Well yeah, I've had fun but if there's some keeping us a secret bs. I will walk out right now Kim Mingyu." You tell him sternly.

"Can I take the promise of a second date then? Let me sort out where my families allegiance is and if I'm going to follow that or not." Mingyu asks. If he didn't have to figure that out, he'd have that second date agreed on and be trying to get a kiss

"A promise of a second date? I can think about it. I'm not going to wait years for you." You tell Mingyu.

You weren't about to spend years waiting on a guy only for him to decide you aren't worth it. If third year was showing you anything was despite your bafflement, guys were interested in you.

"I could never ask you to wait years for me. That's just unfair. What about we carry on as friends, get to know each other more, once I've figured my shit out, I ask you out again?" Mingyu asks, he'll take friendship at this point, anything to keep you in his life.

You take the moment to look at Mingyu, think about things. Sirius had made quite the point about making connections with as many people you could.

You already had Giselle and Kyujin plus a frenemy type deal with Malfoy, it wouldn't hurt to have another set of eyes in Slytherin.

Being friends made sense. It left things open enough for both of you. Nodding your head.

"Okay, friends until you sort your shit out and if things don't get sorted then we remain allies if friends is too much" You say to Mingyu.

At your words Mingyu let's out a sigh of relief. Making his mind up to sort out his family allegiances as quickly as he can.

He's not going to let you go without putting up a fight.

As you were walking back to the castle, you got a patronus from Remus about news that your parents wanted to give you immediately.

You turn to Mingyu. Apologetic, you didn't want the date to end. You were looking forward to a leisurely walk back to the castle.

Instead you thanked Mingyu, without thinking gave him a kiss on the cheek and made your way to use the passage in Honeydukes to get back to the Castle.

Mingyu after you'd left was staring at the spot your been standing in. His hand coming to the cheek you'd kissed.

This only made him more determined to get that second date as soon as possible.

Getting to the castle, you hurried to Remus office. Worried to death at what the news could be.

Getting there, you see Harry and your parents sitting there solemnly. Your heart plummets. This isn't going to be good news.

"Who is it. Who died?" You ask urgently.

"Whoa Kit, nobody died, it's good news" Sirius rushed to explain.

"Good news? Why do you all look like someone's died!" You scream at them.

"I told you Siri that my girl wouldn't appreciate this stupid prank of yours" Your Eomma tells Sirius angrily.

She gets up, gives you a hug, with an arm around your shoulders gets you to sit next to Harry.

"The news is that I'm pregnant" The minute the words leave your Eommas mouth, you and Harry are on your feet hugging her and congratulating Sirius.

"This is great, I'm not Heir Black now am I? With a bio child on the way, I don't have to deal with any house nonsense any longer" You say, happy to not have the burden of Heir Black on your shoulders anymore.

At this Sirius looks at you. Putting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look at him. Grey eyes meet brown and you see the seriousness in his eyes.

"This baby changes nothing Kwon Black YN. Yes, you now have a sibling but you are still the Heir, I chose. I know Heir business is a lot and if I had my way, I wouldn't be making you do anything but the situation is that, you gotta start young, unfortunately." Sirius tells you.

"Ugh, I love you Dadfoot. So I guess I'm Heir Black until my baby sister or brother decides to murder me to become Heir" you say joking.

The joke doesn't go over well with your audience, with everyone shouting at you for making morbid jokes.

Laughing you hug everyone and let them know that just like Harry you'll love this new addition to your family.

After the date with Mingyu, you had all sorts of guys coming to ask you out. It got to the point that the inside joke with Sunghoon.

Was being used as a way to get out of dates. Why can't you go out? Oh you have to help one of your kids with homework.

Oh your too busy cause of a study session with another child of yours.

Your child is sick so your looking after them that's why you can't go out.

Thankfully after about a month of using these excuses the guys in Hogwarts got the idea that you weren't interested.

While this was going on, you carried on talking to Mingyu. He had a very different perspective on things and your debates could get very heated.

Usually it took Hermione or Theo being there to calm things down but it was still enjoyable.

It seemed like Jungkook had stopped avoiding you.

He wasn't everywhere like in first and second year but he was around enough that you felt the familiar feelings of a crush coming back.

[dorotheataylor]

Begin Again

Pairing- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary- Based on Begin Again (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift <3

Warnings- Slight angst, kissing, a lot of Fluff and as always my poor english :)

Word count- 1.6k

A/N- Long time no see people. So here I am with a Fred Weasley fic coz I love this dork sm. Also this happens after the war and yes Fred is alive coz he never died (im delusional)

It was Wednesday, probably your least favourite day of the week. You were getting ready for work, deciding to wear heels for today.

“Don’t wear them, they don’t look good on you.” Your ex-boyfriend would have said if he were here. You sighed and looked into the mirror.

“But I look good in them.” You smiled at yourself before leaving. You decided to walk to the ministry for today rather than apparating, stopping by a cafe to grab a quick morning coffee for a head start for the day. Your headphones played a song you loved.

“I don’t get this song.” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve commented if he were here. You shook your head and smiled through the song.

“But I do.”

As you walked towards the cafe, you suddenly bumped into someone who was much taller than you. The things they were carrying dropped on the floor as you quickly bent down to pick them up, removing your headphones from ears to your neck, apologies never stopping to leave from your mouth.

“I’m really sorry for not paying attention, hope I didn’t break anything.” You said, finally looking at the stranger’s face as you gave them the last thing you picked.

It was a man. A really good looking and tall man. He had red hair, which were perfectly messed up, his smile looking genuine as he smiled at you.

“It’s alright.” The handsome stranger said, “I hadn’t been paying attention as well. Reckon its partly my fault too.”

Damn, you could listen to his voice forever if you could. It was as clear as crystal water, as smooth as silk.

If it had been your ex-boyfriend, he would’ve gotten mad. Mad that because of you he dropped his things. He would’ve cursed at you, maybe even yell. You shook your head and quickly came out of your thoughts.

“Guess we’re both sorry then.” You said, trying not get awkward. He chuckled and extended his free hand.

“I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”

-

Three weeks later on a Wednesday, you walked inside the same cafe, half expecting that Fred wouldn’t arrive. But you were immediately proven wrong when you saw him, already standing near a table, waiting for you.

He waved at you when he saw you and gestured for you to sit across from him. You walked towards him, sitting down as he pulled out the chair for you. He didn’t know how nice this gesture was but you did.

You small talked about everything. You attempted to make jokes about things to which he responded with throwing his head back laughing like a little kid. “That was the funniest thing someone has ever said to me.” He said.

You were surprised at his response. “It wasn’t even funny, why do you even try to be funny when you’re not?” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve said if it were him instead of Fred.

As your conversation went on, you thought that maybe not all relationships are the way your previous ones were. Maybe some included this. Happiness. Because today, on Wednesday, in this cafe, you watched your feelings begin again.

-

“I’ve never met someone who has the collection of all the chocolate frog cards.” He had said laughing a little when you showed him your card collection. “Well except my brother Ron of course. This is impressive.”

You had smiled and responded, “thanks. I’ve liked chocolate frogs since I first ate them on my way to Hogwarts, back in first year.”

“I kind of figured, it’s cute if you ask me.” He had smiled, making you blush.

He had been telling you about himself and his family. You had been listening intently and laughing every time he told you about the pranks he had played on other students along with his brother George, back when he was in Hogwarts.

You told him about yourself, getting shy occasionally which he couldn’t comprehend why, but you did. He was the sweetest man you had ever talked to.

He eventually took you to meet his family. You were a nervous wreck, to which he had assured you that there was nothing to worry about and his family especially his mother were going to love you.

And he was right. His mother, Molly Weasley who was also a redhead welcomed you as if you were her own. His father, Arthur Weasley was also genuinely interested in knowing about your work. He had asked you many questions related to your work field, making you smile a little as you didn’t really have anyone who was interested in what you did.

His siblings were all friendly towards you. You had immediately gotten along with George, which made Fred smile to himself. You had even given some advices on how they can improve their shop works. Ron showed you his chocolate frog card collection and told you how he still had some missing. You offered yours to him to which he smiled and agreed happily. Ginny treated you as her sister, very much interested in getting to know you more.

You liked the Weasleys, and the fact they accepted you made both you and Fred happy. He had kissed your forehead once you reached your doorstep, after he had insisted on walking you home. That night neither you nor Fred slept, replaying the moment you spent together.

-

Christmas was around the corner and snow had started to gather everywhere. Everyone you could see were busy shopping for holidays.

You were in a shop, buying gifts for Fred and his family. You smiled when you saw the things that Fred had talked about many times and how much he would love it if got it. You made your way to pay, the cashier surprised to see you buying gifts.

“You’re buying gifts for yourself?” he asked. You and the cashier had been friends for many years as you were a frequent customer in his store.

“No, they’re for my- friend and his family.” you had hesitated because you two hadn’t made anything official. Hell was there anything even to make it official? You thought.

The cashier smiled, “explains why you look better than before since last few weeks. Finally got someone right?”

You smiled and nodded back at him and said, “I’m giving love a chance to begin again.”

-

You and Fred were walking back to your house, hand in hand as he small talked about everything. You hadn’t been paying attention, your mind going back to your ex-boyfriend.

You didn’t remember anytime when you and him were like this, peaceful and most of all- happy.

You decided to tell Fred about him so you said, “I wanted to-”

“I wanted to-” he said at same time as you, making both of you laugh.

“You first.” You said.

“I wanted to tell you that my mother wants me to invite you home for the Christmas dinner.” He said sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know, Fred. Christmas dinner is for families and-”

He interrupted, “But you’re a part of the family now. Please come, Y/N. I’ll feel better if you did. Plus we’ll get a jumper knitted by my mother herself with our initials on it. It's a family tradition for every Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there." You said with a smile. Fred grinned widely and kissed your cheek in excitement making you a flustered mess and you thanked Merlin for the cold.

You forgot all about your ex-boyfriend as Fred went on to tell you stories of pranks he played on Ron with George. You had a small smile on your face as you listened to him, and for the first time you thought 'what happened in the past stays in the past'.

-

It was New Year's Eve and you and Fred were decorating your house for the party later tonight. He watched you as you were focused on shaping the cookie dough to bake. Your tongue was grazing your upper lip, ounces of flour around your forehead.

He blushed and looked away when you caught him staring and resumed his work, smiling to himself.

Night came on and the party was in full swing. Fred and George were entertaining the guests with the products from their joke shop. Ginny and Hermione helped you serve the drinks as Ron and Harry small talked, drinks in their hands.

And the time came for which everyone was waiting. The new year countdown. Everyone gathered around near the clock as it ticked. Suddenly, Fred took you by your hand and led you to the balcony.

People started counting backwards as Fred took your hands in his. He looked nervous and your heart couldn't help but pick up its pace.

"10!"

"Y/N, I've known you for almost an year now and I don't think I can deny it any longer."

"7"

"You have always been so kind to others but never to yourself. So I want to be the one to take care of you. You have showed me many times what I'm worth of. You showed me a new way to view life."

"5!"

"Fred, what are you saying?" You asked, quietly.

"3!

"I'm saying that I love you, Y/N. All of you. And I'll never get tired of admitting it. Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"1!"

You didn't say anything as tears fell down your cheeks. You grabbed him by his collars and attached your lips with his. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer when you heard everyone screaming.

"Happy New Year!"

Fred and you smiled into the kiss as he sealed the promise of never hurting you by deepening the kiss. Surely you have had some bad relationships but it was all worth it if it had brought you to Fred Weasley, the redhead which made your belief in love begin again.

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Ah I loved writing this. Thank you for reading!

[hp-hcs]

Can you write a Theo x reader that’s super angsty. Here’s what I’m thinking; Theo is a death eater (forced to be by his father.) and y/n is a slytherin but joined dumbledores army with the golden trio. So it’s like they’re fighting on opposite sides- theo believes he can feed the other side information and work as a spy sort of like snape. Maybe something where during the battle at hogwarts where they find each other/ someone’s hurt etc. or Theo is found out as a spy and gets tortured or something. I need a solid cry. I lovveee fanfics but sometimes I need more book accurate stories ya know? - Tysm in advance! I followed on my writing acc. And I’ll be on the lookout! You’re the best! :)

uh careful what you wish for ig? idk what this is

requests? i have to spend the week at my parents and i just cannot 🫠

it’s too late — ex-death eater! order of the phoenix! theodore nott x gn! order of the phoenix! reader

WARNINGS: uh angst, no happy ending, graphic descriptions of character death, graphic descriptions of blood and gore, the ineradicability of hope despite the futility of effort?

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“Ooh, Y/N,” Theodore waggles his eyebrows with a silly grin. “Love the outfit. You should wear my clothes more often.”

“God, I am trying to eat my breakfast,” Harry grumbles, pretending to gag.

You stick your tongue out at him and smooth out the front of your sweater, the one you ‘borrowed’ from Theodore’s trunk. You move past Harry’s chair, ruffling his hair as you pass, and head towards the kitchen to help Tonks and Mrs. Weasley clean up breakfast.

The Order had retreated once more to 12 Grimmauld Place as Death Eater attacks began to grow nearer and nearer every day. Theodore Nott, a Death Eater defector (can someone even be a defector if they never supported the cause in the first place?) was hiding out with the Order, as the group’s informant and spy.

Ron shot Theo a dirty look, frowning. It was no secret that the Trio didn’t fully trust Theodore, even despite his Unbreakable Vow to the cause. “Pass me the butter?”

Theo schooled his features into a neutral, impassive expression, sliding the butter dish across the table.

“Thanks,” Ron mumbled tersely, not meeting his eyes.

Theo nodded stiffly in acknowledgment. “Uh, anyways, there’s another meeting today. I’ll be gone this afternoon, but I should be back by this evening.”

“Meeting? There’s not supposed to be another meeting,” Remus Lupin looked up from his copy of the Prophet, eyebrows furrowing.

“No. But those Eaters that got arrested yesterday? In Diagon Alley?” Theo reaches over the table to tap to front page of Remus’ newspaper, where a large headline proclaims ‘TEN DEAD—Five Death Eaters Arrested’. “Ol’ Moldy Voldy’s pissed.”

Remus grimaces. “Should we se-”

An uncomfortable tugging sensation settles on all of the occupants’ bodies, the fizz of magic snapping and popping filling the air.

Sirius, with a piece of toast halfway in his mouth, looks up, startled. He mumbles something around his bite of food, dropping his toast and standing up.

“What was that?” Harry asks, reaching for his wand.

“The wards,” Sirius says anxiously. “Somebody’s here. Somebody with ill intent.”

As if on cue, the back door of Grimmauld slammed open, the doorframe splintered and cracked with the force of it.

You jump to your feet, wand in hand, ready to run in guns ablazing. But Theo shoves you behind him, his fingers curled tight into the fabric of your sweater to keep you from running back out into the fray.

In the doorway stands a large figure, swathed in black with a terrifyingly uncanny inhuman mask. The figure wastes no time in raising their wand, firing off a quick Crucio at Harry, who tumbles to the ground immediately.

The figure is joined by three other monstrous forms, who shove past them with alacrity. The four figures are immediately engaged in a frantic fight, ending with one of them being hit over the head by Tonks with a baseball bat portkey, two of them being Stupefied, and the last one standing menacingly in the center of the wrecked kitchen, holding their side where they’re actively bleeding from a well-aimed Sectumsempra from Harry.

You’d never seen anything like that spell before, and you watched the effects in fascinated horror.

The figure sinks to its knees, coughing loudly. It hastily pulls off its mask, wet blood dribbling from its mouth and running down its- his chin.

In front of you, Theo stiffens, his fingers clenching in your sweater.

“Theodore,” the man on the floor rasps, grinning maniacally as he hacked out more blood. “Traitor.”

“F-father-”

The man scrambles for his wand. “The Dark Lord sends his regards. Avada Kedavra!”

Theodore falls to the floor with a loud thunk, his body limp and empty. You drop to your knees beside him. It’s loud. Someone’s screaming.

You realize it’s you.

You desperately cup his face in your hands, trying to get him to wake up, to say got you! and laugh.

But he remains still.

You can barely tell that you’re frantically muttering every healing spell you know.

It’s no use.

You feel a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. Looking up, you can vaguely tell through your tears that it’s Ron, his bright red hair acting as a beacon. Ron shakes his head slowly. He says something, you can see his lips moving, but no sound comes out. Your head feels underwater; everything seems distorted.

You grip Theodore’s hand (so cold, so dead) in yours, sobbing out pleas to Merlin, to Salazar, to God, to whoever is out there.

It’s too late.

He’s gone.

~~~

“Pass me the butter? Thanks.”

“Anyways, there’s another meeting today. I’ll be gone this afternoon, but I should be back b-”

“Theo!”

He falls silent, looking up at you, confused.

“Theo, they’re coming. They know you’ve double crossed them.”

Theodore blinks.

He starts laughing.

“Y/N, hon. I think the stress is starting to get to you,” he smiles gently and presses a kiss to your cheek. “They know nothing.”

“No, it’s not! I-”

“Sweetheart, this anxiety of yours isn’t helping anyone right now,” Mrs. Weasley put her hands on your shoulders. “How about you go lie down for a bit, dear. I’ll bring you a cup of tea in a minute. Go on,” she gently shoos you from the kitchen despite your protests.

You’re ushered out into the hallway, and you can hear the click of the kitchen door’s lock. You scoff, offended and upset. You can hear the indistinct murmurs of everyone behind the door.

Why didn’t they believe you?

A now semi-familiar tugging sensation settles on your skin, the sound of warning magic filling the air.

You gasp. You run to the kitchen door, banging on it. “No, wait! Theo- let me in!”

You hear louder murmurs, then a crashing sound of what must’ve been the door splintering, just like before.

You bang louder on the door, jiggling the door handle. You can hear the sounds of the fight breaking out and you scream, hammering your fists against the kitchen door.

Then you hear it.

“Theodore. Traitor.”

“F-father-”

“The Dark Lord sends his regards. Avada Kedavra!”

It’s too late.

He’s gone.

~~~

“Theodore. Traitor.”

“F-father-”

“The Dark Lord sends his regards. Avada Kedavra!”

You tackle Theo to the ground just in time, ducking under the spell.

His head hits the ground with a stomach churning crack. His face goes blank and the light in his eyes is snuffed out all at once. Blood slowly starts pooling around his skull.

It’s too late.

He’s gone.

~~~ “Avada Kedav-”

You leap in front of Theodore.

The spell reflects off of the odd golden hourglass charm you wear around your neck.

The green burst bounces around the room like a pinball machine. It’d be comical if it wasn’t deadly.

It bounces off of the saucepan on the stove, rebounding. With no preamble, hits Theodore straight in the chest.

He falls with a sickening whumph.

It’s too late.

He’s gone.

~~~

You fall to your knees at the same time as Theo’s body hits the floor.

You sob out, clutching your chest over your heart.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why couldn’t you save him?

“Because it’s futile.”

You look up, thick tears streaming down your face.

The man on the floor, Theodore’s father, gives you a bloodstained grin. His red-streaked fingers help him claw his way across the floor over to you, a streak of blood smearing across the floor, marking the path of his slow-moving body.

He clamps one hand over your knee, squeezing with an unexpected strength. His nails dig into your skin, hard enough that dots of blood erupt to the surface. You gasp at the sharp pain, then gasp again when you look up into his ruby red eyes.

“Death is the end,” he rasps with psychotic glee, blood and spittle dripping from his lips. “You’ve changed nothing. You are nothing. You’ve failed him. It’s too late. He’s gone.”

[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 1)

I was wondering what male characters from Harry Potter (including Hogwarts Legacy and Fantastic Beasts) are the most crushed on. When I couldn’t find anything online that answered my question, I decided to take it into my own hands and research it for myself. I looked at reader-insert fanfics and thirst trap videos on 4 websites (AO3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and TikTok) since I think it’s the most effective way of seeing how many people want to be the focus of a Harry Potter boy’s affection. Here are the results as of August 6, 2023! 

Note: I researched other characters (ex. Matteo Riddle, Charlie Weasley) that weren’t listed here, but some of them didn’t make the cut on any website. I’ve also never seen Fantastic Beasts or played/watched videos of Hogwarts Legacy, so it’s possible that I missed loved characters from those parts of the Harry Potter universe. 

The second version of this study is now out! You can find it here!

*GIF isn't mine

AO3

What I did: I researched how many works are under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you.” The number of works under these tags differed, so the number in parentheses is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. I only counted pairings with at least 300 works.

Results:

Draco Malfoy (1,414 works)

Severus Snape (1,013 works) 

Sirius Black (890 works)

Remus Lupin (817 works) 

Sebastian Sallow (710 works) 

Fred Weasley (698 works) 

George Weasley (627 works)

Harry Potter (401 works) 

James Potter (332 works) 

Newt Scamander (326 works) 

Tom Riddle/Voldemort (316 works) 

Ominis Gaunt (310 works)

Potential problems: I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/reader” and then “Severus Snape/reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

TUMBLR

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 2k followers. Some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (13k followers) 

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (11k followers)

Fred Weasley and James Potter (8k followers)

Newt Scamander and George Weasley (6k followers)

Regulus Black and Tom Riddle (5k followers)

Cedric Diggory and Severus Snape (4k followers)

Theodore Nott and Sebastian Sallow (3k followers)

Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Ominis Gaunt (2k followers)

Potential problems: Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x reader” and “Lupin x reader.” I had to exclude Harry’s tags because a lot of the works under those tags were mixed with reader-inserts or other characters. Also, there are probably some thirst photos/GIFs on Tumblr for male characters that aren’t tagged as a reader-insert. 

WATTPAD

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 10k results. Some characters are tied because Wattpad doesn’t show the exact number of results. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (68.5k results) 

Neville Longbottom (53.4k results)

Newt Scamander (50.9k results)

Cedric Diggory (49.3k results) 

Ominis Gaunt (37.5k results) 

Ron Weasley (26.3k results) 

Remus Lupin (19.4k results) 

Sirius Black and James Potter (18.9k results) 

Severus Snape (18.4k results) 

Fred Weasley (15.9k results)

George Weasley (12.8k results)

Theodore Nott (11k results) 

Tom Riddle (10.7k results)

Potential problems: I don’t think these results are very accurate. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x reader and Lupin x reader. I had to exclude Harry again because his results pulled up results for other characters. Similarly, searches for other characters pulled up reader-insert stories written only for a different character. 

TIKTOK

What I did: I looked up “(male character) thirst” on TikTok and filtered the results to show videos in order of highest number of likes to least number of likes. The first video wasn’t necessarily a thirst video of that character, so I had to manually search for the thirst video with the highest number of likes. I only recorded characters where their thirst video with the highest number of likes had at least 10k likes. Some are tied because the same video covered multiple characters. 

Results:

Harry Potter (3m likes)

Newt Scamander (447.6k likes)

Neville Longbottom (295.4k likes)

Dean Thomas (206.9k likes)

Cedric Diggory (131.6k likes)

Fred, Ron, George, and Bill Weasley (123.8k likes)

Draco Malfoy (91.6k likes)

Severus Snape (57.5k likes)

Remus Lupin (21.4k likes )

Lucius Malfoy (21k likes)

Sirius Black and James Potter (17.6k likes)

Potential problems: There were so many problems with finding videos on TikTok that romanticized the character, so I would take the TikTok results with a grain of salt. It was really frustrating to research on TikTok LMAO. I originally just looked up videos with the name of the character, but it took forever to find a thirst video and it was sometimes difficult to tell if it was an actual thirst. For example, there were some edits of Snape that showed him as a kid and a grown-up and it wasn’t clear if the creator was romanticizing him. For this reason, I know that the rankings I listed are most likely inaccurate because there are definitely thirst videos of characters that weren’t labeled as thirst videos. Also, for the results I gave for Harry, I looked up “Harry Potter thirst” and chose the video that @miwallbank duetted and had the most likes. 

COMBINING THE NUMBERS 

For accuracy reasons, I left out the numbers of results from TikTok because I think that my research was inaccurate for the most part. 

Draco Malfoy (approximately 82,914 admirers)

Newt Scamander (approximately 57,226 admirers)

Neville Longbottom (approximately 55,400 admirers)

Cedric Diggory (approximately 53,300 admirers)

Ominis Gaunt (approximately 39,810 admirers)

Remus Lupin (approximately 31,217 admirers)

Sirius Black (approximately 30,790 admirers)

Ron Weasley (approximately 28,300 admirers)

James Potter (approximately 27,232 admirers)

Fred Weasley (approximately 24,598 admirers)

Severus Snape (approximately 23,413 admirers)

George Weasley (approximately 19,427 admirers)

Theodore Nott (approximately 14,000 admirers)

Tom Riddle (approximately 5,316 admirers)

Regulus Black (approximately 5,000 admirers)

Sebastian Sallow (approximately 3,710 admirers)

Do I think these final results are accurate? Most likely not, so take the final results with a grain of salt. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction or follow tags on their loved character. I might do this again, but this is what I have for now. Thanks for reading!

[anxiousthoughts365]

200 is such an exciting milestone! can you write harry confessing to draco that he’s bi and/or that draco was his bi awakening? :D

It is much more exciting than I thought it would be! Of course :)

~🐍Drarry⚡️ & Harry confessing that Draco was his bi awakening ~

Suggestive language and swearing. Additional ships of Blaise x Ron, Ginny x Luna and Hermione x Pansy. Mentions of alcohol use - reader discretion is advised

'Weasley!' Blaise crowed, as the empty bottle on the floor stopped spinning, the open neck of it pointing directly at Ron. Draco couldn't remember at this point who had suggested that they play Spin the Bottle. He did remember protesting heavily, for once in agreement with the Weasel that the game was too childish for what was supposed to be an adults' party. But somehow, here they all were, sitting on the ballroom floor of the Zabini Mansion. He sipped his drink as his eyes, along with everyone else's, turned to Ron.

'Truth,' the Auror said, far too quickly, as though that would save him. Draco didn't need to see Pansy's face to know that a predatory smile had crept across her features.

'When did you realise that you were gay?' she asked promptly, the question clearly locked and loaded. Beside Draco, Harry suddenly shifted, but Draco paid little notice. Well, as little notice as he was able to, when Potter was in such close proximity. Gods, the very smell of the man was downright distracting -

'I still think we're too old to be playing this game,' Ron huffed, his freckled cheeks and ears turning bright red as he avoided everyone's eyes. But Blaise, sitting cross-legged beside him, reached out and gripped his chin, turning Ron's face towards him. Draco watched, faintly amused, as the lanky man sagged, his blue eyes widening when Blaise leaned in, a smirk twisting his handsome, dark features.

'Come on, Lover,' the ex-Slytherin-turned-Potions-Master purred. 'Be a good boy and play the game, hmmm?'

Ron opened and closed his mouth a few times before clearing his throat, but he didn't make any effort to escape Blaise's touch, to look away from his boyfriend as he mumbled, 'I ... Er, I think I realised when I was about 12. There was a smutty mag floating around the dorm at the time, full of girls doing these little strip teases, and I just ... I had no interest.'

The room was silent for a few moments before Draco drawled, 'Are we really going to have another party where you two disappear upstairs and we have to let ourselves out?'

Ron, his face flushing darker, finally pulled his face away from Blaise to glower across the circle at Draco, who shrugged and sipped his drink again. He could have sworn that beside him, Potter choked back a laugh.

'There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Ronald,' Hermione said, her voice slightly slurred. Draco thought at first that it might be due to the alcohol, but then he looked across the circle, and saw Hermione lying with her head in Pansy's lap. The pale girl was carding her fingers through Granger's curls, and the bookworm occasionally nuzzled her head lazily into the touch as she went on, 'So you didn't ever find girls attractive. So what? There's nothing to be ashamed of, and besides, we're all queer here anyway.'

'Except for Potter,' Draco muttered. He'd thought he'd said it quietly, but Ginny suddenly snorted into her Fire Whiskey, and from the corner of his eye, Draco saw Harry shoot her a sharp glower. He turned to face her himself, to where she was reclining between the splayed legs of his cousin. Luna was watching something that seemed to be moving around the ceiling of the ballroom, but her fingers were twined with Ginny's, resting on her chest.

At the look from Harry, the redhead raised her free hand in surrender, but she looked entirely unconcerned as she chuckled, 'Oh, come on, Harry. We both know that I wasn't the only bi one in our relationship.'

'Ginny,' Harry growled in warning, and Draco was fascinated by the flush that crept into the man's tanned cheeks. Ginny rolled her eyes and sipped her drink, and Harry sighed and reached for the bottle. 'Let's just ... Keep playing, yeah?'

The bottle spun, and everyone watched as it landed squarely on Harry. The Boy Who Lived groaned, but Blaise was already asking, 'Truth or Dare, Potter?'

'Truth,' Harry grunted, and Blaise's dark eyes glimmered as he leaned in to whisper something in Ron's ear. The man frowned, but Blaise just nodded, and Ron turned back to face his best friend.

'Who was your queer awaking, Harry?' he asked.

This time, Draco was sure that he felt Potter stiffen. He turned to look at the Auror, and found that Harry was resolutely facing away from him, across the circle. That blush had bled down his throat, and he seemed to be struggling to speak. The whole room appeared to be holding its breath, and Draco felt a strange tension winding tight in the pit of his stomach. He was desperate to hear the answer, but at the same time he knew that it would break him.

'Fuck you, Zabini,' Harry finally growled, then scrubbed one hand across his own face, dislodging his glasses momentarily. He tipped his head back, and stared resolutely at the ceiling as he gritted out, 'Fine. It was Draco, alright? Everyone happy now?'

The blood rushing in his ears must have made him mis-hear, surely. Because there was no way that Harry Potter had just said the he, Draco, had been his bisexual awakening? Despite his internal disbelief, Draco heard himself asking, almost urgently, 'Really?'

Harry sighed, then turned to face him, his eyes scanning Draco's face warily. Whatever he saw on the Healer's face made him pause, and he looked Draco dead in the eyes as he murmured, 'Really.'

A strange spark of electricity seemed to pass between them, and Draco found that he couldn't move, couldn't look away from Harry's face. The Auror looked apprehensive, and hopeful, and that look made a small smile worm its way onto Draco's face. In response, the corner of Harry's mouth twitch.

They both jumped when Blaise and Pansy shrieked in unison, 'I knew it!'

[sundrop-writes]

Fanfiction Poll Again :)

(because I am feeling insane and directionless)

I do ask that you please read about the ideas below before choosing an option, but it's totally cool if you just pick an option based on which one sounds the coolest. Also usually I do seven day polls, but recently whenever I do that, by the time the polls are finished, the ideas are no longer appealing to me because my brain has moved on (oop). So this time we're just doing one day! I think it's stupid and unfair that communities has 3 day polls and we can't do that on main blogs. Like dude.

And I know some of you are like 'what about the second half of the George fic?' - well usually when I have to edit a long fic, I have to lock myself in Editing Jail for two or three days and it's no fun. So my plain this time around is to put myself in Editing Timeout for like an hour a day and edit 5 or 10 pages a day until it's done while working on something else so that I don't get insanely bored. So it will be done. (And I have to do this with a Jason fic and a few TMR fics too.)

Anyway, POLL:

Something with Will Lenney x Reader x James Marriott (this is a fanfiction threesome that needs to happen and as far as I’ve seen, it hasn’t happened? Like I haven’t seen anybody write this before? But I could be wrong) - my general idea would be that the reader is someone who knew Will first (and maybe dated him?? Maybe an ex?) but now she’s helping James with his music and they’re spending a lot of time together and flirting a lot and Will absolutely hates it and one day when he goes to yell at them about it, he walks in on them making out, and the petty jealous argument that breaks out actually turns into a threesome (trust me on this one)

Your First Kiss With George Weasley - would be the start of the 'your first kiss' series with the Harry Potter characters. George gets drunk at Bill and Fleur's wedding because he thinks that his ugly disfigurement after the Battle of The Seven Potters makes him unlovable and he'll never get married like his brother, and you assure him that's definitely not the case.

A Ron Weasley fic inspired by the Phil Collins song Against All Odds (which is one of my favourite songs of all times and I have a weird emotional fixation on Phil Collins and I have since seeing Tarzan when I was a child). Ron and Reader are childhood friends and very clearly are in love in with each other but haven’t admitted it yet, and when Ron abandons them during Horcrux hunting, Reader is very hurt that Ron would abandon her specifically because when they were kids he promised her that he would “always be there for her”. And when he comes back, she confesses her love to him in a bout of anger and he begs for her forgiveness, which at first, she is unwilling to give. Would be very angsty

An Andre Harris x Reader fic - oddly enough, inspired by The Little Mermaid. Andre really needs a competent and good love interest. I’ve been rewatching Victorious lately and I’ve been watching a lot of meta about the show and I realized how neglected Andre is and my brain came up with this. The reader is new to Hollywood Arts and walks down and hears Andre singing and falls in love with the sound of his singing voice, but before she can approach the room he was in and find out who was singing, Andre is distracted away by shenanigans and she finds the room empty. So she develops a crush on the anonymous Singing Guy, and when Andre meets her and gets to know her better, he develops a crush on her - and he’s devastated to find out that she has a crush on some random guy (obviously that neither of them know is him). So the friend group suggests that Andre win her over by writing her a song and it works out in the end when she hears him singing. It would be structured like an episode as an homage to the show

Bloodfeather - which is an idea I had for a longer Daryl Dixon x reader fic. It would showcase Daryl and the reader’s relationship throughout the series in oneshots (and I don’t wanna reveal any of the major plot points lmao)

Harry Being Insane In The Woods - Harry James Potter x Reader. This is based on the idea that after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry has intense PTSD and has a difficult time adjusting to 'normal' life, so he flees society and goes to live in a cabin in the woods where no one can find him. When he random cuts off contact with Ron and Hermione, Hermione comes to you (Harry's ex girlfriend) worried, and sends you to find Harry, and it ends with sappy, angsty, kink reunion sex between you and Harry. (This is deeply inspired by Daniel Radcliffe's character in Horns because I am so obsessed with that movie and so close to writing fanfiction for it.)

Something with Will Lenney x Reader x James Marriott (this is a fanfiction threesome that needs to happen and as far as I’ve seen, it hasn’t happened? Like I haven’t seen anybody write this before? But I could be wrong) - my general idea would be that the reader is someone who knew Will first (and maybe dated him?? Maybe an ex?) but now she’s helping James with his music and they’re spending a lot of time together and flirting a lot and Will absolutely hates it and one day when he goes to yell at them about it, he walks in on them making out, and the petty jealous argument that breaks out actually turns into a threesome (trust me on this one)

Your First Kiss With George Weasley - would be the start of the 'your first kiss' series with the Harry Potter characters. George gets drunk at Bill and Fleur's wedding because he thinks that his ugly disfigurement after the Battle of The Seven Potters makes him unlovable and he'll never get married like his brother, and you assure him that's definitely not the case.

A Ron Weasley fic inspired by the Phil Collins song Against All Odds (which is one of my favourite songs of all times and I have a weird emotional fixation on Phil Collins and I have since seeing Tarzan when I was a child). Ron and Reader are childhood friends and very clearly are in love in with each other but haven’t admitted it yet, and when Ron abandons them during Horcrux hunting, Reader is very hurt that Ron would abandon her specifically because when they were kids he promised her that he would “always be there for her”. And when he comes back, she confesses her love to him in a bout of anger and he begs for her forgiveness, which at first, she is unwilling to give. Would be very angsty

An Andre Harris x Reader fic - oddly enough, inspired by The Little Mermaid. Andre really needs a competent and good love interest. I’ve been rewatching Victorious lately and I’ve been watching a lot of meta about the show and I realized how neglected Andre is and my brain came up with this. The reader is new to Hollywood Arts and walks down and hears Andre singing and falls in love with the sound of his singing voice, but before she can approach the room he was in and find out who was singing, Andre is distracted away by shenanigans and she finds the room empty. So she develops a crush on the anonymous Singing Guy, and when Andre meets her and gets to know her better, he develops a crush on her - and he’s devastated to find out that she has a crush on some random guy (obviously that neither of them know is him). So the friend group suggests that Andre win her over by writing her a song and it works out in the end when she hears him singing. It would be structured like an episode as an homage to the show

Bloodfeather - which is an idea I had for a longer Daryl Dixon x reader fic. It would showcase Daryl and the reader’s relationship throughout the series in oneshots (and I don’t wanna reveal any of the major plot points lmao)

Harry Being Insane In The Woods - Harry James Potter x Reader. This is based on the idea that after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry has intense PTSD and has a difficult time adjusting to 'normal' life, so he flees society and goes to live in a cabin in the woods where no one can find him. When he random cuts off contact with Ron and Hermione, Hermione comes to you (Harry's ex girlfriend) worried, and sends you to find Harry, and it ends with sappy, angsty, kink reunion sex between you and Harry. (This is deeply inspired by Daniel Radcliffe's character in Horns because I am so obsessed with that movie and so close to writing fanfiction for it.)

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Beneath the Stars

Warnings: jealous harry, fred being a flirt, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers, Christmas!

Paring: Harry Potter x Reader

Wordcount: 2.769

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Chapter 3

The Burrow hummed with the joyful chaos of Christmas Eve, a home so full of life it seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. The warm, comforting smell of freshly baked mince tarts drifted from the kitchen, where Molly Weasley, her sleeves rolled up, was orchestrating her usual culinary masterpieces.

“Now really, boys, was this entirely necessary?”

The faint sound of Mr. Weasley’s voice carried through the window as you stirred in bed. Curiosity piqued, you got up and leaned against the windowsill, your breath misting the cold glass as you watched the scene below.

“It’s a Christmas miracle, Dad!” Fred’s voice rang out, full of mischief. He gestured dramatically at the two snowmen he and George had enchanted to duel with tiny broomsticks in the garden. One of the snowmen had just lost an arm, and George was doubled over with laughter. “We’ve been improving the neighborhood decorations,” Fred added with a grin.

“Improving! They’ve already chased the gnomes into the kitchen,” Mr. Weasley shot back, exasperated but clearly amused.

Behind you, the rustling of sheets drew your attention. Hermione sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes as she mumbled, “What’s going on out there?”

“Fred and George,” you replied, your eyes still fixed on the garden spectacle. “They’ve enchanted snowmen to duel in the garden.”

Hermione sighed, her lips curving into a small, tired smile. “I am not surprised. Are you always this nosy?”

You turned to face her, matching her smile with a wide grin of your own. “Only when there’s a Weasley twin involved.”

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Hermione sat cross-legged on the overstuffed armchair in the corner of Ginny’s room, her copy of Hogwarts: A History resting forgotten on her lap as she watched you rummage through a tin of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans on the bed.

“Honestly, Y/N, how can you eat those without fear?” Hermione asked, wrinkling her nose as you popped a green bean into your mouth, promptly wincing.

“Grass,” you said, sticking out your tongue in exaggerated disgust to annoy her. “Not the worst, but not exactly Christmas pudding either.” You leaned back on your elbows, sighing. “This place is incredible, isn’t it?”

Hermione nodded, her expression softening. “It’s nice to have a proper family Christmas. Even if Ron and Harry spend time arguing over who enchants the tree better.”

You gave her a knowing look. “Speaking of Ron…”

Hermione immediately turned a shade of pink that matched the baubles on the tree downstairs. “I saw the way you looked at him during dinner yesterday when he was trying to wrestle the last roast potato from Harry. It’s like you were watching a noble knight preparing for battle.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hermione said, though her voice lacked conviction. “He’s… infuriating! Half the time, he doesn’t even notice when—”

“When you’re staring at him with those heart-eyes?” You interjected, laughing harder as Hermione threw a pillow in your direction.

Hermione smirked brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “What about Harry?”

You continued carefully sorting the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans into neat little piles. “What about him?”

Hermione perched on the bed. “Oh, you know, when you and Harry were outside last night.”

You froze mid-motion. “We were just talking. That’s all.”

“Talking?” Hermione teased, her smile growing wider. “You two? Can you even go a single conversation without arguing about something?”

Your eyes narrowed, but a nervous flicker crossed your face. “Oh, please,” you said, rolling her eyes and trying to sound nonchalant. “You’re imagining things, it was nothing much.”

Hermione tilted her head, studying you with a knowing look. “Really?” she pressed, her tone light but playful. “Because from where I was standing, it seemed like there might be something–”

A knock interrupted them, you exchanged a glance with Hermione and Fred's voice rang out from behind the door. “Ladies, open up! Come see our gifts of holiday cheer.”

You swung ithe door open, revealing the twins standing there, with a mischievous grin across their faces.

George bowed dramatically. “Ladies, your presence is requested downstairs for a demonstration of pure genius.”

Hermione led the way on the stairs, George following closely behind. You and Fred exchanged glances and fell into step behind them.

You turned slightly “What’s the grand idea this time?”

Fred leaned in, lowering his voice. "We’ve enchanted the mistletoe so it follows people around the house. And when you least expect it, bam—you’ve got a kiss landing on your cheek."

“You’re trying to get your parents to kill you today, aren’t you?”

Fred grinned. "Not at all. Just a little holiday cheer."

The group reached the living room, where Ron, Harry, and Ginny was chatting. Harry’s gaze lifted instinctively, his eyes meeting yours, his breath caught, his chest tightening. He couldn’t look away. But you did, turning your head as a subtle flush crept up your neck.

"Right, everyone!" Fred called to the room. "Gather round! Today, we’re giving the Burrow a little festive upgrade."

"Fred, not more of your nonsense," Ron groaned. "Mum will have our heads if we get her in trouble again."

"Oh, relax, Ron," George replied with a smirk. "This is just the perfect gift for everyone."

George handed you a small jar of glittering mistletoe. "Here, Y/N, go on and try it out on someone. Ron looks like he’s about to pass out from the idea already."

“This will be fun,” she muttered. It wasn’t long before you spotted your first victim: Fred. With a mischievous grin, you slipped the enchanted mistletoe into position just above his head.

“Hey, Fred!” you called out sweetly, a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Well, well, what’s this? Can’t resist my charm after all, Y/N?” Fred teased, winking at you with exaggerated flair.

Harry, perched on the arm of the couch, went still. His eyes flicked toward you, his grip tightening on the cushion beneath his hand. He told himself it didn’t matter—Fred was always a flirt, and you were… well, you.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you retorted, playful but dismissive.

Above Fred, the enchanted mistletoe twinkled before dropping into place, hanging over his head. Fred let out a surprised laugh, and you couldn’t help but join in, the sound bubbling out of you.

Harry’s stomach churned. That laughter of yours—bright and unrestrained—felt like it was aimed directly at him. He clenched his jaw, trying to look indifferent, but he couldn’t stop his gaze from trailing back to you, absorbing every detail.

The firelight danced across the golden tones in your hair as you tilted your head back to laugh, the sight twisting something deep inside him. Then Fred, ever cheeky, leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Lucky I’m feeling generous today,” Fred said with another wink, clearly enjoying the attention.

You wiped your cheek in mock exasperation, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice betrayed your amusement.

From across the room, Harry’s expression darkened. His hand dropped from the cushion to rest on his knee, his fingers drumming in an uneven rhythm. He told himself again it didn’t matter—it was Fred, just Fred. But the knot in his stomach stubbornly refused to loosen.

Determined not to let Fred have all the fun, you turned your attention toward Ron, a devilish grin spreading across your face. Hermione deserved a kiss, after all.

“Oi, Ron!” you called out, your voice dripping with mock innocence.

Ron’s eyes widened in horror. “Not again! Get that thing away from me!” he shouted, twisting and ducking as the mistletoe homed in on him.

The twins doubled over with laughter, and you joined in, your cheeks flushed with the thrill of the moment. But even as you laughed, you felt a strange prickle of awareness, like being caught under a spotlight.

The relentless mistletoe cornered Ron near Hermione, and the chants began. “Kiss her, Ron! Kiss Hermione!” Fred and George shouted in unison.

Hermione’s face turned crimson as she squealed, “Ron! Don’t you dare!”

Ron groaned, a look of sheer defeat crossing his face, before leaning in to press a quick, awkward peck to Hermione’s cheek. The room exploded with cheers and howls of laughter.

Fred and George collapsed against each other, gasping for breath, while Hermione clutched her cheek in horror. “Oh my—Ron!”

Ron, bright red, grumbled under his breath, “You two are the worst.”

You shook your head, still grinning as you joined in the laughter. But as the room’s chaos carried on, you couldn’t shake an odd feeling—an awareness that someone’s attention lingered on you.

Almost instinctively, your gaze shifted, seeking the source, and your eyes met Harry’s. He wasn’t laughing. His green eyes were fixed on you, his expression unreadable, but his intensity made the air around you feel heavier.

The moment stretched, and you felt a sudden shiver run through you, a warmth spreading through your chest even as your smile faltered.

Harry quickly turned away, his shoulders stiff as though he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He stood abruptly, pretending to fuss with the decorations on the mantel.

The laughter around you carried on, but you couldn’t fully join in anymore. The room felt just a little too loud, a little too chaotic. Your heart thudded unevenly in your chest, no matter how much you tried to focus on the twins’ antics.

But in the back of your mind, you couldn’t forget the way Harry had looked at you—or the warmth that lingered in its wake, unsettling and undeniable.

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Night had fallen. The garden lay quiet, with the soft glow of the Burrow's windows casting long shadows across the snow-dusted ground. You leaned casually against the low wall, a grin spreading across your face as you remembered Hermione’s awkward attempt to downplay Ron’s kiss. The way she stumbled over her words, her cheeks flushed a deep red, was pure entertainment. You and Ginny had laughed together, teasing her until her irritation bubbled over. It was all in good fun, but eventually, you’d slipped away, seeking a brief moment of silence.

Your gloved fingers traced patterns in the frost as your gaze wandered to Harry, standing a few feet away with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Potter,” you said, your voice lilting with mock concern. “Brooding again? Or did Fred steal the last of your self-righteousness along with your dignity?”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait right away. Instead, he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied you. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

You grinned, a mischievous glint in your eye. “It’s a little funny. You’ve been sulking all night like someone stole your favorite broomstick. Or maybe you’re just jealous Fred is better company than you.”

The words were meant to tease, to provoke, but they landed differently. Harry straightened, his stance shifting, and when he turned to look at you fully, there was something in his expression that made the air between you feel suddenly charged.

“Jealous?” he echoed, his voice low and edged with challenge. “You think I’m jealous?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone, but you recovered quickly, leaning into the moment with a smirk. “Aren’t you? You’ve been glaring at me all morning like I’ve committed some grave sin by laughing with Fred. It’s written all over your face.”

He took a step closer, his boots crunching against the snow, his eyes never leaving yours. “Is that what you think?”

There was a shift in his voice, almost dangerous, that made your breath hitch. Still, you refused to back down, raising your chin in defiance. “It’s what I know.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower as he took another step toward you.

The space between you shrank, the crisp winter air around you charged with tension. You found yourself holding your breath as he closed the gap, his presence suddenly overwhelming.

“You want to know what I think?” Harry murmured, his words deliberate, his eyes locked on yours.

The teasing smile faltered on your lips as your pulse quickened. “Enlighten me,” you managed, though your voice was quieter now, uncertain.

“I think,” Harry said, his face now inches from yours, “you enjoy getting under my skin.”

His words were soft, almost a whisper, but the intensity in his gaze made your heart race. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek, the tension between you so thick it was almost tangible.

“And I think,” he continued, his voice barely audible now, “you’re just as infuriating as you are—”

He stopped abruptly, the words hanging in the air as his gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest of moments. Your breath caught, your heart pounding in your chest as the silence stretched between you, heavy and electric.

Neither of you moved, neither dared to speak. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet rhythm of your breathing and the unspoken weight of everything left unsaid.

Harry’s gaze, intense and unrelenting, stayed locked on yours, and for a moment, you thought he might actually say something profound. Your heart pounded in anticipation, a mix of defiance and something much more vulnerable swirling in your chest.

But then, just as the moment teetered on the edge, his lips curved into a slow, deliberate smirk. The sharp shift in his expression sent a jolt through you, scattering the fragile tension in a way that left you reeling.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and maddeningly casual, “you’re not as clever as you think you are.”

Before you could respond, he stepped back, his smirk widening as he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned toward the house. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder, his tone almost lazy, but the sensation lingered.

You remained where you were, your breath shallow, your mind racing as you tried to process what had just happened. The cold bit at your cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the warmth that had surged through you when he’d been so close.

You let out a shaky breath, muttering under your breath, “Unbelievable.”

But even as you tried to steady yourself, you couldn’t shake the way his smirk had made your stomach flip or the lingering sensation of how he’d looked at you—like he could see everything.

And you hated that part of you wished he hadn’t walked away.

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As the morning light streams through the windows, the Weasley’s home bursts alive with the excitement of Christmas Day. But you find yourself lost in the quiet aftermath of the night before. The lingering sensation of Harry’s closeness, and the strange, electric tension between you, still clings to your thoughts.

You blink away the memory, forcing yourself to focus on the cheerful chaos around you. Everyone is exchanging presents, their laughter filling the air.

Nearby, you spot Ron handing Hermione a beautifully wrapped gift. She unwraps it carefully, revealing a small charm bracelet with a tiny golden book dangling from it. Her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink as she glances up at him.

“It’s beautiful,” Hermione says softly, her fingers brushing the charm.

Ron shrugs, though his ears are as red as his hair. “Yeah, well… you like books, don’t you?”

Hermione smiles shyly, fastening the bracelet around her wrist. “Thank you, Ron. I love it.”

You watch their exchange with a knowing smile before your gaze shifts toward Harry. Your stomach twists at the way Ginny hovers near him, her bright smile aimed his way.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Molly approaches, carrying a small package. “Y/N, dear, this one’s for you—from Harry.”

You blink in surprise, your gaze snapping to Harry. “From Harry?”

Harry straightens. “Er, yeah. Just something small.”

Carefully, you tear open the paper, revealing a leather-bound notebook with your initials embossed in silver on the cover. Your fingers trace the smooth surface, your expression softening.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, looking up at him. “Thank you.”

Harry shrugs awkwardly. “You mentioned once you liked to write, so… I thought you might use it.”

You stare at him for a moment, your usual teasing demeanor replaced by something quieter, more surprised. “I will. Thank you.”

The room seems to hum with a strange energy as your eyes meet his, neither of you quite sure what to say next.

Mrs. Weasley’s voice cuts through the moment, “Alright, who’s next?” She beams at the group and waves a hand to usher the gift exchange along.