#female!harrypotter

[thenicestthingiveseen]

prompt 30: goodbye (ver. 1)

female!Harry. CW: REFERENCES TO DOMESTIC ABUSE. [119 words]

written for @hinnymicrofic​

If you asked anybody, Hallie and Ginny were inseparable in secondary school. This is why, it shouldn’t have been shocking that even though she was married, Ginny was Hallie’s emergency contact and she dropped everything to take the first train in when she heard she was in the hospital because of her no-good husband. 

As they sat in Hallie’s hospital room, Ginny held her hand and simply said, “he’ll pay for this.” The tone of her voice was ice cold but it made Hallie feel a warmth she hadn’t felt since she’d married Ethan.

A few weeks later, they’re deep in the woods, toasting each other over a mound of freshly turned dirt as they say goodbye to Ethan.

[beegomess]

How others see you as a couple || Slytherin boys

Summary: Just other people's impressions of you as a couple. Warmings: None. Requests are open!

masterlist here

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Blaise Zabini

You have a bond that everyone envies;

Everyone comments on how you are the definition of "soulmates";

You are the couple that inspires others to believe in true love;

Your friends ask you for love advice;

You have such a deep connection that it seems like you can read each other's minds.

Draco Malfoy

The affection between you was evident in every gesture;

The connection between you was palpable, even in silence;

It was impossible not to notice the undeniable chemistry between you;

Other people felt attracted to the energy you emanated together;

The trust you had when you were together was seemingly unshakable.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You were the example of genuine and pure love;

Everyone saw you as a dream couple;

Your happiness was contagious to those around you;

The simplicity of your love was charming to everyone;

The way you cared for each other was admirable.

Mattheo Riddle

You were always a recurring topic in the hallways;

The jealousy was evident, but no one could ignore the chemistrybetween you;

The most talked about and envied couple in school;

The teachers were often bothered by the intensity of your relationship;

No matter where you were, you always drew attention;

The gossip about the two of you was constant, but it never shook the relationship;

Disapproving looks from teachers who caught you in empty classrooms were also not uncommon.

Theodore Nott

Everyone noticed the intensity of the feeling between you

Many girls felt a pang of envy when they saw you together;

It was impossible not to notice how you completed each other;

The few times Theo showed joy, it was because of you;

Theo's smile was more frequent when you were around;

You were the couple that everyone talked about and admired.

Tom Riddle

You were watched with cautious, if discreet, eyes;

Dumbledore and other teachers showed a special interest in you, given your affinity for dark magic;

You rarely showed affection in public, maintaining an aura of mystery around your relationship;

To outside observers, you seemed indecipherable, hiding your true intentions and feelings.

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xoxo, bee🫶🏼✨

[lordprettyflackotara]

double fantasy || fred weasley and draco malfoy

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: please read bdsm kinks, choking, threesome, dom!draco, dom!fred, sub!reader, overstimulation, squirting, passing out, collar/leash is used, bondage, face fucking, gagging, slapping. this is one of my more bdsm extreme fics, please do not read if it makes you uncomfy <3

“I still think Ron would be a good pick.”

Fred’s voice was crisp as you rolled your eyes, sipping whatever butter beer mixture concoction he had created. “You’re only saying that because Ron doesn’t intimidate you,” You debated. You weren’t technically wrong, but Fred didn’t know your desired choice would be someone who did intimidate him. You adored Fred and every fiber of him. It was unlike you to desire more than just him, but a craving to be filled to the brim by two men was igniting a passion through your bones. So you both attended a Slytherin party, a noisy and uncontrolled affair. You could barely hear each other, nevertheless scope out a potential match. Fred was purposefully picking those he deemed to be ‘losers’.

After all he didn’t want competition, he wanted you to realize he was ultimately better and never want to try it again. But you were aware of your lovers inflated ego. Which is why when your gaze landed on the Slytherin prince, your lips curled upwards into a smile.

“I pick Malfoy.”

Fred spat out his drink, thankful his cup hadn’t stranded too far from his lips. “Malfoy? Have you lost your mind? Was there crack in your drink or something?” Fred asked. He dramatically grabbed your cup, examining its contents for any signs of tampering. “Freddie, just go up to him and ask. Worst he could do is say no,” You replied. Draco matched Fred’s energy in a way. Tall, assertive, dominant, and mean. You couldn’t ignore the way the thought of being between the two of them sent shock waves right to your core. Fred brushed his shirt off, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed straight towards the snakes den. Draco was surrounded by his usual group, his eyebrows darting up at the sight of Fred approaching. The old childish beef the two had was long discarded, but that didn’t take away Draco’s distain for the whole Weasley family.

The war may have mellowed out the taunting, but nothing could reverse his father’s teachings. You watched Fred pull him away from the group, the two talking amongst each other. Through the spotty lighting you could make out Draco’s face going through a whirlwind of emotions. You wondered if this was a bad idea, contemplating if all of you being mature adults cancelled out any possible ridicule. You were surprised when Draco handed his muggle grass filled blunt back to Theo, exhaling as the two of them approached you. You tried not to appearance nervous, awkwardly setting your cup on a nearby table. Draco reached you first, staring down into your soul coldly. “I think this is a more private matter. Follow me,” He said. You trailed behind him, Fred following behind you. The pair were oddly quiet, as if they could read each others minds.

You swallowed as Draco led you both into his dorm, locking the door behind you. “Strip,” He commanded dryly. He seemed unamused as he dug a small velvet box out of his wardrobe. You chuckled awkwardly, trying to override the silence. “What?” You asked. Fred casually sat down in a nearby chair, man spreading as he did so. “You heard him, strip,” He agreed. Unsurely you followed suit, unzipping your dress and allowing it to fall to the floor. You stepped out of the shimmery material, stepping out of your heels as you did so. Draco glanced at you in his mirror, before scoffing. “Ditch the undergarments, you won’t need them,” He ordered. You felt goosebumps spread across your skin as you unhooked your bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. You noted the cocky smirk that was painted across Fred’s lips, watching your every move as you kicked off your panties. “Lay on the bed darling,” Draco said flatly. He seemed to be looking for something specific as he rummaged through his box of mystery.

You did as told, your back relaxing as you laid against the velvet comforter. Draco handed Fred a handful of rope, the two exchanging a nod as your boyfriend approached you. He grabbed your ankle first, tying it to the bed frame. “What’s all this about?” You asked. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation. Fred remained eerily silent as he finished tying you up, spreading you out like a starfish. “Fredrick here decided to let me know that you are such a whore you aren’t satisfied with one cock,” Draco stated. Your eyes widened as you watched him pull out a collar, a shiny chain being pulled out right after. “So I told him that I specialize in taming whores and you need intense training,” He said, finally turning to you. He undid his emerald green tie, the collar and chain in the other hand. “So here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to play with you, as roughly as I want to. And just when you’re about to break, Fred’s gonna come join us, understand?” He asked. You nodded, embarrassed of how much your core was throbbing with desire.

Draco wadded up his tie, crawling on top of you.

“Open your mouth slut.”

Any hesitation Fred had about the whole ordeal faded at the sight of you eagerly opening your mouth. Your pupils were blown with lust, Draco roughly shoving the tie into your mouth. He then ran his hands down your body, admiring the way you melted under his touch. His fingertips were barely grazing your skin, your back arching off the bed in an attempt to get closer to him. Draco roughly grabbed your throat, shoving you back down. “Behave or I won’t let you cum,” He growled. Fred licked his lips as his cock began growing harder in his pants. Draco lowered himself in between your legs, using his index and middle finger to spread open your folds. You whimpered under his inspection, the blonde admiring your dripping cunt. “Such a pretty pussy for a cock whore,” He murmured to himself. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he smacked your folds, your arms and legs instinctively trying to close. He chuckled darkly as you struggled under the grip of the restraints.

“Nice and red now. I say we make them puffy, hmm?”

You moaned into the tie as he abruptly shoved two fingers into you, your wrists struggling against the restraints. He curled his slender fingers with precision, watching you intently as you grinding your hips against his hand. “So pathetic,” Draco mused. He lowered his mouth to your clit, causing a whole new feeling of pleasure to crash down over you. His tongue was an expert, flicking and his mouth sucking in all the right places. You wanted to clench your thighs around his head, to feel him against your skin. But he kept his distance, reminding you who was in charge as he devoured your cunt. Fred was purposefully watching in awe, refusing to touch himself until the time was right. If he was being honest he feared he would cum too fast to the pornographic sight before him. It wasn’t long before the knot inside of you tightened, your warnings muffled by the tie. Draco grinned in sadistic satisfaction as you came, your heart pounding as he pulled away from your cunt.

Mockingly he opened your folds again, shaking his head. “Not red enough,” He concluded. As if the two were able to read each other’s minds Fred rose from his chair, rummaging through the mysterious velvet box. He pulled out a black vibrator, nonchalantly handing it to Draco. The blonde was quick to turn it on, purposefully placing it on the highest setting. Your whines were muffled as he placed it on your clit, your thighs trembling at the sensation. “Awe what’s wrong darling? Can’t handle a simple toy?” He asked mockingly. Your eyes screwed shut, shocks of pleasure running up your spine. A sharp slap to your thigh made your eyes reopen, a stern look painted across Draco’s face. “Eyes open slut. You close them again and i’ll leave you here for Mattheo and Theo’s entertainment,” He snarled. You whimpered at the thought, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards and grinding shamelessly against the vibrator.

“Cmon slut i’m getting bored,” Draco sighed. He lifted up your folds, placing the vibrator directly on top of your abused clit. Your back arched off of the mattress, your legs shaking violently as you released. Juices you weren’t familiar with squirted from your cunt, your eyes wide as you panted. Draco smirked, looking over at Fred. “I say we ruin her now, what do you think?” He asked. The same mischievous smirk crossed Fred’s lips, the two approaching you. You were dazed as they rearranged you, your elbows and knees digging into the comforter. Draco removed the gag from your mouth, your lungs instantly inhaling as much oxygen as they could. A cold leather collar was secured around your neck, the sound of the chain rattling sending a shiver down your spine. You looked up, Draco glaring down at you. “Open up your mouth,” He barked. Fred yanked on the chain, forcing you to balance yourself on your hands.

Lazily you flattened your tongue out across your bottom lip, Fred’s familiar hands massaging the mounds of your ass. “Fuckin slut, wanting to suck another mans dick?” Fred spat coldly, slapping your ass. Your gasp was the perfect opportunity for Draco to shove himself inside of your mouth, your noise muffled.

“What a dirty cumslut,” Draco sneered, grabbing a handful of your hair. You whimpered at the pain, feeling Fred slide into you with ease. “You’re this fuckin wet? Over being used and abused? Filthy,” Fred growled. Tears flooded your waterline as Fred bottomed out, the ginger not hesitating to repeatedly thrust into you. Draco grinned sadistically as he began his own fun, forcing your jaw to go slack as he face fucked you. As Draco abused your throat Fred yanked at the leash, restricting your airway. You felt light headed, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth as both boys spat degrading profanities. You couldn’t breathe, your vision becoming spotty. Unable to tell them you arched your back, fully leaning onto the collar for support. Your head began to spin, the feeling of another orgasm rising quickly. It didn’t take long for Fred’s warm cum to fill your cunt, or for the taste of Draco’s salty cum to flood your throat. Their strong hands kept you upright, your body shaking as your final orgasm sent you into an unavoidable darkness.

The unlikely duo stared down at your unconscious body, a thick bruise forming around your neck from the collar. Your cunt was red and puffy, full of Fred’s seed. It dripped down your thighs as you peacefully slept, your body spent. It was satisfying in a way, seeing you so content after destroying you. “We should do this again sometime,” Draco said, redressing himself. Fred shot him a dirty look, putting his shirt back on. “Are you suggesting you fuck my girlfriend again?” He asked.

Draco brushed stray hairs out of your face, his caring expression mirroring Fred’s.

“Maybe. But she wants me just as bad. We can make it her perfect double fantasy.”

[comibella]

The Love Sacrifice ❆ ⋄︎︎

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"𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆? 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈��𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖—𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚

𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕.” ⎯

"𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒚?”

⎯ "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎… 𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆.”

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Y/N Granger has one goal: go to Hogwarts, uncover the truth behind her mother’s death while staying hidden from the Ministry of Magic. But when her sister falls victim to a giant serpent, Y/N is forced into a dangerous rescue mission with none other than Harry Potter—the boy who can't seem to stay out of her life. Little does she know…it was just the beginning.

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Chapter One | wattpad

Chapter One | Ao3

[zoesbooknook]

snow - regulus black

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It's nighttime in the castle, and you find yourself walking around, hoping sleep will fall upon you, as you come across a dark silhouette on the quidditch field. Regulus Black is standing alone in the cold, dark night, snow cresting every curve of his face.

You slowly walk towards him.

Regulus notices you, and he straightens slightly. His voice is calm and yet sharp, and it seems to echo slightly in the crisp, cold air. He leans forward a little, and it seems he is waiting for you to speak.

"What do you want?"  He asks pointedly.

"Oh, um, hi, I was just walking around because I couldn't sleep."

Regulus looks down at you, and you feel strangely small under his intense and cold stare. He is taller than you, his dark robes billowing slightly in the icy winter wind. The snow seems to cling to him, almost lovingly.

"I don't want to talk."  He speaks simply.

You both sit in silence, but you find it so very odd that he's sitting in the snow, in the cold outside, rather than inside, where it's warm.

"What has bothered you to the point where you're at the quidditch pitch at 2 a.m.?"

Regulus raises an eyebrow. Why would he tell you anything about himself? 

"Mind your own business." He says it coldly, his voice almost a command. He seems annoyed. He glares at you for a moment before seeming to think. He looks around him at the snow and the vast field, but not at you.

"Right, ok, sorry."  You apologise and look at the snow in silence until boredom sets in and you get up and start playing with the snow in your hand to make a snowman.

You begin to make a snowman, and Regulus watches you carefully. He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance stiff and closed. His face is still cold, and his emotions are unreadable. The dark green of his robes has blended in with the snow as his robes slowly fill with whiteness. He doesn't take his eyes off you.

As you finish your first snowman, you get up and smile at it, proud of your work. You look back at Regulus, and he just continues to watch you, his face seemingly not registering any emotion.

His eyes are cold and unsmiling.

The air is cold, and he seems unaffected by it. His robes seem to shield his body from the elements, unlike yours.

Regulus doesn't seem to notice you shivering as you 'accio' your coat from your dorm room and put it on, then you continue making all different sorts of animals with the snow using your wand and your hands.

You make a whole group of animals, and it looks rather impressive.

As you finish your last creation, you look at Regulus and say, "Well, since you don't want to talk to me, you can talk to the animals and the snowman." You smile at him.

Regulus tilts his head and stares at your animals. Then he sighs and mutters something to himself before speaking to you with a cold voice. His emerald eyes, which you have begun to notice are incredibly sharp, look around your creations.

"Hmm." He says it, and you sense a slight smile.

"I will talk to them." He replies. "But only because they don't talk back."

"That's the entire point, Regulus. Also, make sure you don't stay out here too long, or you might just get buried in snow and have to ultimately join them."

Regulus looks up at you and seems almost slightly amused. He raises his hand and flicks his wand, sending waves of magic at the snow. It suddenly seemed to recede.

"I won't be joining them." He says this, his voice seeming to echo in the cold winter air.

"Right, well, I'm going to bed." You declare, slowly standing up and brushing snow off your coat.

Regulus just stands there and stares at you for a moment.

"Goodnight." He replies. 

You start walking towards the castle, and Regulus remains silent as he watches your back. As you walk, the snow seems to gently fall from your hair. The wind seems to stir up a light breeze that carries snowflakes with it. The night is quiet. You can hear your footsteps on the snowy ground and your breaths. You feel an emptiness in your stomach as the effects of the cold air slowly begin to take hold of your body. Regulus is still watching you.

You reach your own common room and walk up to your dorm, hoping no one is awake.

You walk up the stone stairs into your dorm room and find that it is quiet, and none of your roommates are awake. You are cold and the room is warm, and you feel a small relief that you have made it back. As you look out the windows, you can still see Regulus out in the field. He seems to be talking to his snow animals.

You smile at that.

You lay down in your bed and slowly close your eyes. As you think about Regulus, you notice a strange, empty ache spreading throughout your stomach. You wonder how long he had stood out there, in the cold before you had arrived. 

 You slowly fall asleep.

[devastatingdraco]

New Enemies to Lovers Dramione Fanfiction: The End of Everything

My new fanfiction is here!

A03 Link

If you're interested in a new, dark enemies to lovers Dramione fanfiction, consider mine!

It's an AU in which Hermione grew up not knowing she was a witch. She never attended Hogwarts, never knew about the Wizarding World, and is only just learning that she's got a power within her by being forced to live at Malfoy Manor by order of the Ministry of Magic.

Warnings: SMUT, dark content, and adult themes.

I'm going to try and update weekly.

Enjoy!

[womeninfictionandirl]

Minerva McGonagall by LoranDeSore

[floshav]

Draco mini series navigation ! ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

pt 1

summary for pt 1 : Y/n finds herself in a sticky situation when Darcy bullies her once again. Only this time she isnt so lonely, she comes across a 'know it all boy' who she'd definitely seen around in school. Of course it had to be Draco of all people. ( how cruel the universe can be. ) Later on, he leads her into a battle field of even more trouble, yet the thrill of it all makes y/n's life just the bit better. Draco isn't the best influence on her, yet he makes her feel good in all the wrong ways.

pt 2

summary for pt 2 : Draco reveals a cunning plan to y/n making her reak in disgust at the actions mentioned. Yet she decides to become his partner in crime for Darcy's ultimate ego destruction.

pt 3

summary for pt 3: Things between the two, get a little more heated than before. The tension thicker than blood wiffing through the air able to be cut with a blade at any given moment. She definitely didn't expect to see Draco in the light she had as of now. Yet all those feelings crumble down when she overhears a conversation between him and Darcy.

pt 4

summary for pt 4 : Y/n thinks Draco is a big ol' meanie and tries to forget about him. Yet of course he manages to wriggle his wretched old way back into her heart. This time the once thicker than blood tension had rippled to coagulate into something way thicker. What used to be friendly teasing had finally become something more. Draco finally got to see the beauty that y/n had been holding all the while. Yet he was still confused as to why he felt this way.

pt 5

summary for pt 5: Draco and y/n take off from their last questionable encounter brushing it off like a crumb to a carpet. The whole ordeal of him standing up Darcy turns into something that makes y/n realise that maybe Draco really is a piece of shit. As she runs her way down the halls of hogwarts, sad, infuriated and confused she bumps into a boy who seems just as confused as she is. Together they help each-other get back at those they both hate most. One being... Draco.

i will update as the series progresses!

i'd just like to say thank u to all those who read this mini series or are about to read it, you guys are like my sole motivation to keep writing lol

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status : in progress

[mentally-in-northern-italy]

wait i have a question.

do ppl prefer reading super duper long fics or do ppl like it to be separated into parts??? pls let me know

[thesilkbug]

Who I write for + Rules

Heya!

Here are some characters I’m comfortable writing for (The list will be expanded)

Movies and Series:

Spider-Man Characters (MCU, TASM, Miles Morales)

MCU Characters

Harry Potter Characters (Lightning Era, Marauders Era)

Shadow And Bone Charactres (The Crows, The Grisha...)

Outer Banks Characters (Pogues, Kooks)

Daisy Jones And The Six Characters 

Books:

Shatter Me Series Characters

The Inheritance Games Characters

Grishaverse (Shadow and Bone, Six Of Crows)

One Upon A Broken Heart Series

Off-Campus Series

I have read other series like ACOTAR and Throne Of Glass But I haven’t read all of the books yet, therefore I’m not qualified to write for them yet.

RULES:

I only write for Female! reader.

I don’t feel comfortable writing smut scenes.

Requests are open but please try to be patient after delivering them, I’m not the fastest writer and I believe that quality of the work is better than the quantity of it.

You can request anything you want One Shot, Drabbles or Series ideas however I can change the type of the request if I’m not very inspired by it so please keep that in mind.

You’re more than welcome to criticize my work and my writing, politely and in a constructive way, and please leave a comment if you liked it!

And that’s it, Have fun!

[honeydukesheroine]

For the WIP Ask!

💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?

I'm actually currently writing a few for my next two chapters that I've been waiting for! Of course, there are so many fun Hinny scenes I'm looking forward to polishing up that take place during and after Easter Break 😻

Chapter 17: Ginny reconnects with Tonks 🐺

There are so many cherished head canons I have about Ginny and Tonks' friendship, and I've been itching to get to these scenes. The first one is in the next chapter. I haven't read too many stories exploring these two in depth (I'm sure they must be out there), but I love the idea of these two growing close, complimenting each other, and challenging each other throughout the war.

Ginny has powered through unimaginable trauma and used coping skills that are starting to unravel for her. So it's a good time for her to find a strong, badass female mentor figure in Tonks. Particularly given that Tonks herself is struggling. And in turn, for Tonks to find laughter, comfort, some level of innocence with Ginny, leading to an avenue of self-confidence and renewed purpose.

So remember that time in HBP when a weepy Tonks finds Harry skulking outside the RoR? Let's work some missing moment magic there and have Ginny and Tonks reconnect. 💗

Chapter 18: Harry goes out of his way for Ginny

Out of context, my idea for this chapter might sound silly. So I'm just going to not give details 😅

But, it's been one of my favorite ideas that I came up for these two (alongside Harry revealing Snape's memory in Chapter 4 and the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin match in a few chapters). So I hope it comes out how I imagine it!

Which brings me to... with the important scenes I'm having these questions come up: can I describe what I'm envisioning? Will I do it justice? I am writing it just because I LOVE the idea of the scene, or does it actually serve the story? Does that matter? Once they're published, what if I think of a better way to phrase it?

But, I think that's fairly common. So full steam ahead 🚂

Btw, there are a few Ron/Hermione scenes I'm looking forward to, but mostly I'm motivated by the Ginny POV's 😅 Is that obvious?

Thanks so much for the ask @fizzyginfizz!

[thenicestthingiveseen]

year 2

[beegomess]

Meeting you after the breaking up || Slytherin boys

Summary: Your relationship has come to an end, something that put you deeply down, avoiding everything and everyone as long as you could just to overcome your ex-boyfriend as soon as possible. Time has passed and you really seem to have overcome everything, he, however, believes he has done a great stupidity. Warnings: Just a little sad.

Requests are open!

Blaise Zabini

Everything seemed different now, as if the weight of the pain had finally decreased. When you and Blaise broke up, it seemed that full happiness would never be possible again. After all, his relationship had been the foundation of everything, the center of his life. But time, always relentless and mysterious, brought with it subtle changes, and the wound that once seemed unbearable was now just a scar that you had learned to carry with dignity.

Although your feelings for Blaise have not disappeared, nor have it turned into a grudge, that desperate need for him was no longer part of who you were. The beginning of the breakup was cruel, with the pain throbbing with every memory and the longing seeming unbearable. But, little by little, you learned to navigate through these emotions, until, suddenly, you felt... well.

In the month before the summer holidays, you skillfully avoided each other, almost as if you both knew that the simple act of seeing each other could reopen wounds still in healing. His gaze never found yours, and you kept your distance, building your new world without it.

During the holidays, you rediscovered yourself. He went out with friends, laughed at silly things and realized that life was taking its course. Maybe Blaise was right in the end. Maybe you weren't really made for each other as you imagined. And now, back at Hogwarts, you were there, sure of yourself, without worrying about whether he would notice your presence or not. That kind of thing didn't affect you anymore.

But Blaise couldn't say the same. Seeing you so serene and radiant, without a shadow of sadness, brought you conflicting feelings. Part of him rejoiced to see her move forward, but another part, darker, carried a growing regret. He began to question whether he had made the right choice.

Draco, sitting next to Blaise in class, noticed his friend's lost look, the attention he clearly did not devote to what was being said. Curious, he followed Blaise's gaze until he found him fixed on you, laughing next to his friend.

- Oh, so she's the one occupying your mind? - Draco commented with a provocative smile, seeing Blaise's expression close. - What is it? Are you already sorry? Just wait until the other boys start approaching her...

Malfoy let out a low laugh, but Blaise felt the blood boil just imagining such a scene. The simple idea of someone else approaching you was unbearable.

- Shut up. - Blaise replied between his teeth, unable to disguise the discomfort it caused him.

Draco Malfoy

He knew he was going to see her that night, he was prepared for that. What he didn't expect was to find her so quiet, completely oblivious to her presence at dinner. The vision of you, so serene, messed with him in a way that he was not prepared to admit.

In recent months, Draco had gone through a whirlwind of emotions and, in a moment of impulse, ended your relationship. For you, it was a shock at the time, an unexpected pain that seemed difficult to heal. However, over time, things began to fit together, and you finally reached a point where, although there was still love for him, you would no longer insist on something he himself did not believe he was able to maintain.

So, on that Christmas night, a date that always had a special place in your heart, you appeared next to your parents, radiant as always, radiating a beauty that made it seem that every detail of what you wore had been made exclusively for you.

Your smile illuminated the room, instantly attracting Draco's ocean eyes to you. He couldn't look away, even while you, unrelated to him, greeted other people around him.

- Aren't you going to talk to her? - Narcisa's soft voice, who always had a special affection for you from the beginning of her relationship with Draco, interrupted her thoughts. She noticed her son's fixation on you and decided to intervene with a slight smile and a question that brought him back to reality.

- Oh, yes, of course. At some point in the party, for sure. - Draco replied, a little clumsy, looking away at the glass of champagne in his hands, trying to hide the discomfort that grew inside him.

- Do you miss her? - The mother, always direct when she wanted something, was not intimidated by asking what she knew that was bothering her son. Draco, however, avoided answering, pretending not to hear the question. He knew the answer very well, but admitting to himself was a battle he was not ready to face that night.

Lorenzo Berkshire

The theater was crowded that night, as always happened in the traditional year-end ballet performances, which marked the beginning of the festivities for the most traditional families. The atmosphere was elegant and sophisticated, with the murmur of the conversations being muffled by the soft chords of the orchestra that began to tune its instruments. Lorenzo Berkshire, sitting next to his parents in the cabin reserved for the family, seemed quiet, but inside, a growing restlessness took over him. He knew you would be there, like every year, and no matter how much he had prepared for the inevitable encounter, nothing seemed to relieve the tension he felt.

Months earlier, Lorenzo had ended your relationship. It was a difficult decision, which at the time seemed to be the most rational. But as time passed, the certainty he had began to fall apart, and with every event his family attended, where he knew you would also be, the regret grew.

When the theater lights went out and the curtains opened, Lorenzo finally saw you. You were in a box on the other side of the theater, almost facing him. The distance, even with the twilight that dominated the environment, he noticed every detail: the brightness of the elegant dress you wore, the way your hair was delicately stuck, and the discreet smile that appeared when the music began to fill the environment. He could barely concentrate on the presentation, his eyes constantly deflecting to you, who seemed so close and, at the same time, so inaccessible.

― Will it continue like this all night, Enzo? ― The soft but authority-laden voice of Charlotte, his younger sister, took him out of the trance. She was sitting next to him, and looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Lorenzo disguised the discomfort, adjusting in the armchair.

― I don't know what you're talking about, Charlotte.

She let out a slight sigh, crossing her arms and casting a penetrating look at her.

― Of course you know. I saw how you were watching her. You haven't taken your eyes off her since the lights went out.

He looked away, focusing for a moment on the ballerina who performed a grand jeté on stage.

― It's not that simple, Charlotte.

Charlotte, always perceptive, leaned slightly towards her, keeping her tone of voice low so as not to disturb the other viewers.

― Maybe it's not simple, but staying here mulling about it doesn't help at all either. You still like her, Lorenzo, it's obvious. And, from what I see, she also looks different... distant, maybe. Maybe she misses you too?

Lorenzo frowned, feeling a twinge of irritation mixed with the weight of guilt. He knew Charlotte was trying to help, but his words only amplified the confusion inside him.

― Charlotte, you don't understand. There are things that can't be solved so easily.

She watched her brother for a moment, noticing the resistance in her eyes.

― I'm not saying it's easy, Lorenzo. But what if you keep waiting and lose the chance to reconcile? What do you have to lose?

His sister's insistence irritated him, and Lorenzo closed his eyes for a second, trying to control the discomfort that consumed him.

― I already said it's not simple. ― His voice came out firmer, almost sharp, while he kept his eyes fixed on the stage. ― It's not just going there and talking to her.

Charlotte raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, clearly realizing that she had pressed too much. She knew that Lorenzo needed time, but she also knew that he was hiding behind his own stubbornness.

Lorenzo didn't say anything else, he just gave a short nod, turning his attention to the presentation, although his mind was far from there. He knew that Charlotte had touched a sensitive point, and it irritated him more than he was willing to admit. As the ballet continued, he continued to watch you from afar, unable to decide whether or not to try to regain what he had lost, even if the simple idea of taking action made him uncomfortable.

Mattheo Riddle

Your relationship with Mattheo has always been a sensitive topic for you. The constant comings and goings gave the impression that everything could be just a bad phase, something that would eventually be solved. However, there came a time when you decided it was time to put an end to everything. When Mattheo announced that he wanted to finish, you made it clear that, this time, there would be no turn. He, as always, doubted the seriousness of your words, but this time you were determined.

His family, who never approved the relationship, practically celebrated the breakup. For them, Mattheo has always been a problem, and the prejudice for the fact that he is half-blood and does not have the wealth that his family valued only aggravated this vision. They often tried to push her to "good pedigree" boys, something that always irritated Mattheo deeply. Jealousy has always been a constant among you, but after the end, it seemed that this feeling had become even more difficult to deal with. Mattheo's anger at his family's behavior was only the trigger for something that was already worn out.

Months passed, and over time, you finally realized that the relationship with Mattheo was anything but healthy. It was then that you began to consider giving Lorenzo, the boy your mother loved, a chance. Initially, he thought he would be just one more, but to his surprise, Lorenzo was kind, interesting, someone who easily drew laughter from you, even if, deep down, his heart weighed every time he flirted with him.

It was in one of those moments, while you and Lorenzo enjoyed Saturday at Três Vassouras, that Mattheo saw you again, after so long. He was accompanied by Theodore and other friends, unconcernedly entering the scene, until Theodore, upon seeing you, stopped abruptly.

― Maybe we should go somewhere else... ― The boy suggested, almost in a whisper, turning to Mattheo with a worried expression.

― Why would we go? ― Mattheo replied, frowning when he noticed the tension in his friend's voice. ― What's going on, Theo?

Before Theo could make any excuse, Mattheo ignored his warning and advanced, looking around the bar until his eyes finally found you. There you were, laughing carelessly at something that Lorenzo had said, without noticing Mattheo's presence. The smile on his face, so natural and sincere, cut Mattheo like a knife. The shock and fury mixed inside him, feeding an anger that he could barely contain.

Without saying a word, Mattheo turned around, quickly leaving the Three Brooms. His friends followed him, all in silence, while the fury pulsed inside him, ready to explode at any moment. Every step away from the bar was a painful reminder of what he had missed - and that, perhaps, he would never have back.

Theodore Nott

His relationship with Theodore Nott has always been intense, but at the same time, marked by a depth that few understood. He had a peculiar way of showing affection, usually through subtle gestures and contained words, but that for you have always meant the world. However, this intensity also brought with it difficulties, especially the fact that Theo has difficulties in expressing his emotions openly. It was this emotional block that, in the end, wore out the relationship.

When you finished, Theo didn't try to stop you. He simply accepted, with that serenity that has always characterized him, as if he were waiting for it. And maybe it was. You felt a squeeze in your heart when you saw that he wouldn't fight for you, but you knew you needed to move on, even if it meant leaving without looking back.

After the end, you struggled to focus on yourself, to distance yourself from the shadow that the relationship with Theo had left. It was difficult, but little by little, you started to rebuild your world, to smile again, to feel pleasure in the little things. And it was during this process that you started going out with Adrian Pucey, a Slytherin boy known for his charm and skill in Quidditch. He wasn't the kind of person you imagined being, but Adrian managed to make you laugh and forget a little about things, something you didn't know you needed until that moment.

You two started to meet more often, and one day, you met Adrian in the Peacock Patio, one of the most beautiful places in Hogwarts, surrounded by old trees and fragrant flowers. The place, with its quiet and cozy atmosphere, was perfect for a casual encounter, and you sat on one of the benches, talking and laughing, while the light breeze shook the leaves around.

Without you noticing, Theo was passing by, coming back from a study session at the library. When he saw you next to Adrian, the world seemed to stop for a moment. Theo stood still, watching the scene with a dark look. Seeing you with someone else, laughing and looking so comfortable, caused a painful tightness in your chest, something he didn't expect to feel so intensely.

Not far from Theo, Draco Malfoy appeared, immediately noticing his friend's discomfort when following him with his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, immediately understanding what was happening.

― Do you want to go for a walk? ― Draco suggested, trying to get Theo out of that uncomfortable situation.

― No, I'm fine. ― Theo replied, his voice low and loaded with conflicting emotions. He knew he should move away, that staying there would only do the worst things, but his feet seemed stuck to the ground.

― Look, it's not easy, I know. But staying here will only get worse, Theo. Come on, we can go to the Astronomy Tower or something. ― Draco insisted, his voice was serious, but with a touch of empathy.

Theo hesitated, his eyes still fixed on you. He knew Draco was right, but there was a part of him that couldn't move, as if he were waiting for a signal, anything that gave him a reason to believe that there was a chance for you to look back. But you were completely involved in the conversation with Adrian, the light and carefree laughter filling the air.

― Right. ― He finally gave in, his voice cold and restrained, forcing his feet to move. With one last look in his direction, he turned around, following Draco away from the courtyard, while trying to push to the bottom of his mind the whirlwind of emotions that was consuming him.

While walking, the silence between them was heavy, but Draco did not press. He knew that Theo needed time to process everything, and deep down, he hoped that his friend would find a way to deal with it without destroying himself inside. For Theo, however, the sight of you smiling with another had opened a wound that he was not sure how to heal.

Tom Riddle

The Hogwarts library was a place you've always loved. During the quiet nights, the bookshelves loaded with old books and the smell of aged parchment brought you a sense of peace and security. It was there, under the soft light of the candles, that you spent much of your time, especially after breaking up with Tom Riddle. Diving into the books was a way to forget what you two had been, or perhaps, to remember without the pain that accompanied it.

The relationship with Tom was an enigma that you were never able to solve completely. He was cold and always kept an emotional distance that left you with the feeling that he was never truly present. Still, there were times when you felt that something deeper could exist behind that impenetrable facade. It was this mystery, this insatiable curiosity, that held you to him for so long. But Tom's coldness ended up becoming unbearable, and when the decision to finish was made, he accepted with a calm that hurt more than any argument could have hurt.

Now, in the loneliness of the library, you followed your nightly routine. He leafed over a book, his thoughts wandering between the words and the memories he tried to leave behind. She was so absorbed that she did not notice the tall and slender figure that positioned herself in the shadows, a few meters away.

Tom Riddle has always been an observer, someone who analyzed everything around him with almost frightening precision. He had been there for longer than you imagined, just watching in silence. The dim light of the candles did not fully reach the place where he was, keeping him hidden, but his eyes shone with an unusual intensity as he watched you.

He hadn't come there by chance. In recent months, Tom had returned his thoughts to you more often than he would like to admit. It wasn't longing, he said to himself, but a persistent curiosity. The breakup meant nothing to him the moment it happened, but now, seeing you go on with your life without hesitation, dedicating yourself to studies as if he had never existed, you messed with something inside him that he could not name.

For some time, Tom stood still, his eyes following his every move. He knew he shouldn't care. This kind of attachment was useless, a weakness that he despised in others. Still, there he was, watching you with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

Finally, he decided to get closer, not to talk, but to feel his presence more closely. Every step he tood was silent, calculated, as if he feared that any noise could break the charm of the moment. When he was close enough to see every detail of his concentrated expression, Tom stopped. There was something about you, a serenity, a silent force that he had not noticed before.

You didn't notice your presence until you felt a slight change in the air, a shiver that ran through your spine. Raising your eyes from the book, you felt like you were being watched. And, for a brief moment, his gaze found his, hidden in the shadows. But in the blink of an eye, Tom had moved, disappearing between the shelves without a trace, like a ghost.

Even without seeing it, you felt the familiarity of that presence, and a discomfort that you thought you had overcome returned to your heart. The mystery that Tom represented was still there, no matter how far away you tried to get away. And that night, as he closed the book and left the library, you knew that he was also trying to understand something that, until then, he believed he was incapable of feeling.

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masterlist here

xoxo, bee🫶🏼✨

[lordprettyflackotara]

i miss the misery || mattheo riddle

You held onto the cupboard for dear life as Mattheo tugged at your hair, purposefully yanking at the roots. He relished in the sound of you whining from the pain, a plea for mercy on the tip of your tongue. That plea would never come out though, moans being ripped from your throat with each thrust he provided. Mattheo was shameless when it came to ruining you. He’d pull you into any broom closet or unoccupied classroom. You both loved the thrill of trying to fuck in as many spots in the castle as possible before being caught. It wasn’t easy being quiet either, Mattheo refusing to cast a silencing spell. He wanted whoever stumbled upon the two of you to just know how much you loved his cock.

To Mattheo seeing you so down bad for him to the extent of letting him have you anywhere was the most satisfying part. His other hand held onto your waist, his fingers digging so hard into your plush skin it promised bruises in the morning. “Dirty fuckin whore, taking my dick in a closet,” He growled. Admittedly you both were toxic ex’s, despising the other’s existence. Maybe that was why the sex was always so passionate, so rough. You had tried to move on to some Ravenclaw who ideally the perfect gentleman. You should’ve been satisfied with him but deep down you missed the misery. The misery Mattheo provided you with was occupied by a deep rooted obsession in fucking each other senseless. “Shut up Riddle, I hope a spider crawls on that pathetic dick of yours,” You snarled. With his fingers still laced in your hair he slammed your face against the wooden wall, causing you to audibly whine. “This pathetic dick is fucking your insides raw princess,” Mattheo growled. His thrust were as merciless as he was normally, focused on abusing you in all of the right places. To any outsider you both were ex’s who barely spoke anymore, besides to spit a random insult. But behind closed doors you couldn’t get enough of the other.

Mattheo was like your sick twisted brand of heroin, each orgasm only dragging you back to him time and time again. “You think you were slick flirting with Cedric earlier? Dont think I didn’t notice,” He spat, slamming into you. You did flirt with Cedric, knowing that Mattheo would notice and was guaranteed to get jealous. Your planned worked a lot better than expected, the brunette not failing to find you afterwards and drag you into the nearest closet. “You think he can fuck you like me? You’re delusional,” He continued. The jealousy coursing through his veins gave him a sick idea, one you would not enjoy. “Beg to cum. If you do it well enough maybe i’ll forgive you,” He snickered. You whimpered as he tugged at your hair, your thighs shaking. Strings of pleas and bargains left your lips, falling on deaf ears. He leaned close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m going to fill your cunt to the fucking brim and you’re going to take every last drop,” He panted. It wasn’t long before his hips stuttered, his warm cum flooding your cunt. You whined as he pulled out, meeting him with wide eyes. “What about me?” You asked, your core still aching. Mattheo grinned sadistically, redressing himself. “What’s wrong princess? Why don’t you go ask Cedric to get you off?” He asked.

You were stunned as he casually walked out of the closet, leaving you half dressed and in a state of shock. You swallowed as you pulled your panties back up, rolling your eyes. You hated Mattheo with every fiber in you, but every time he left you found yourself missing the misery.

[hewinked]

im not that big a fan of harry potter anymore on account of it being quite old, the fandom being bigger then im used to, and jk rowling being a bitch

but do i find great joy in reading the ocasional Female harry potter fic where theyre smarter then everyone else?

Yes. Yes absolutely I do.

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

Masterlist

author's note: a list of all of my headcanons

PJO related:

HOO crew HCS

Percy Jackson:

Poseidons children, blood bending

Percy + dehydration, thoughts

Percy x Jason x female!reader dislikes blowjobs + small boobs hc

Missing Reader x Platonic Percy

Percy NSFW x virgin reader

Percy Jackson NSFW P1

Percy Jackson NSFW P2

Percy x gn!reader taking a hit for him and almost dying

Percy kissing HCS

Hot things Percy Jackson does

Endearing things Percy does

Percy Jackson Icks

Percy Jackson x Child of Hades (SFW + NSFW)

poly!relationship percy and jason with you

Dating the daughter of hades

Dating a daughter of Apollo

Percy Jackson is very alluring

Percy Jackson makes his crush laugh

Percy Jackson is the type of guy…

What Percy would be like in bed

polluted water in NYC and Percy

dark! percy analysis + headcanons

Percy giggles

Percys kink

Percy driving

Percy dealing with conflict as the result of his trauma

Jason Grace:

Jason coming home from quest (HOO) x jealous female!reader

Percy x Jason x female!reader dislikes blowjobs + small boobs hc

Jason NSFW thoughts

Jason Grace x general dating hcs

poly!relationsip percy and jason with you

Dating child of hecate

Jason eats raw meat

Gods/Goddesses:

Thanatos x Daughter of Hades

Teen Ares thoughts hc

children of poseidon can control blood if their parents suffer from blood disease

ares gets emotional after wars

trials of apollo, GodTube

ares and athena contrasts

ares headcanons

children of ares are mature with handling conflicts

children of mars and ares

frank zhang and ares/mars arguing in his head

underestimating children of ares

thoughts ares with his fire eyes

ares headcanons

others:

Luke Castellan as your boyfriend

Nico di Angelo flinches when he hears sirens

Drabbles/Thoughts:

percy has a staring problem

cabin 5 headcanons

percy is pretty scary when he's angry

percy in love

percy jackson dehydration

ares kids hit themselves with a brush

children of ares, poseidon and aphrodite appearances hc

avatar zuko + hes a child of ares

harrypotter and pjo crossover

children of ares hcs

when a child of ares speaks, everyone will hear them

underestimating children of ares (yes, i know i put it twice)