#gideon prewitt

[alluringwaves]

GIDEON PREWITT.

“Everything is Gideon Prewitt sensory overload, but then I don’t think there could even be such a thing. I don’t think there could ever be too much of him.”

— Emma Mills, Foolish Hearts

[asexual-juliet]

foolish hearts halloween. is this anything.

[iliveilove]

Headcanon time.

Molly Weasley was born PreWitt. Now I like to think that the PreWitts were pretty wealthy. Not Malfoy Wealthy but like Mid-Wealthy ( is that even a thing?). Molly got pearl necklaces for her birthday, gold earring when she started Hogwarts, Emerald bracelets on random. And suddenly Arthur Weasley who came from a kinda poor family falls in love with her. He starts leaving her flowers ( Magnolias, as they are her favorite) with little note cards that read a poem or complemented how nice her hair looked. And then he asks Molly to tutor him in Defense Against the Dark Arts and she agrees. During their tutoring sessions Arthur stutters out words and blushes whenever Molly looks at him. Fabian and Gideon notice this and threaten to hex Arthur when they are alone. Arthur being the Gryffindor he is doesn't listen to them. Then Dumbledore announces that there will be a ball. Arthur asks out Molly only for her to tell him she's going with someone else. Arthur asks out Polly Parkinson as a last resort as to not go to the ball alone. He spends the entire ball staring at Molly PreWitt and David Nott. Polly ends up splashing him with her pumpkin juice and stalking off to dance with someone else.

After the ball Arthur sits alone on top of the Astronomy Tower and I'm sure you can tell what happens next. Molly comes up too. She spent the entire ball wondering about Arthur. Se would never have thought that he'd ask her out but well it was kinda hard not to tell he had a crush on her when he was constantly blushing whenever she looked at him. They exchange a few words, the ball is brought up and Molly says that Parkinson looked quite mad when she left him. Arthur blushes and asks her if she really saw that. Molly laughs and replies yes. Arthur decides that Molly's laugh is the sweetest thing he's ever heard. And then, like a cliche, Molly places her lips on Arthur's, one hand on his thigh. When they break the kiss, Arthur grins widely and asks, " What about David Nott?"

"Oh, him. I set him up with Parkinson." And they kiss again.

The next day Arthur asks her out on a date. They go out in the dead of night and get caught. Arthur was in detention with Apollyon Pringle and she got a terrible telling off by the Fat Lady.

The morning after their nighttime date, they were together and Fabian and Gideon ended up ambushing Arthur. By the end of their long brawl and a hex or two from Molly they were completely alright with the relationship.

Molly and Arthur married straight out of Hogwarts and had Bill right after. The rest of the course, is history. *Ends with a bow*

[oneluckygoose]

House of the Rising Suns

Chapter three is now out!!!

I think the word hat appears like 40 times in this, but we're doing great.

It's my favorite chapter yet and I almost cried while writing it! Remus is just a heartbreaking little boy.

This chapter is the sorting told through Sirius, Lily, Remus, and Peter(!!!)'s eyes. You're in for a ride.

OK anyway, enjoy!!!

First chapter: Dear Minerva

Lordie Jesus the restraint I have to have to keep from completely spoiling all of this is wild. I want to tell yall so many things and I just UGH.

[ultravioletbrit]

— Opening Lines Game —

Thank you to the lovely @weasleytriplets for the tag! 💜🤗

these are the first several lines of a fic i haven't looked at in months. i want to get back into it, but i also have so many others that i want to start. we'll see what happens 🤷🏻‍♀️

The spotlight on the stage is slowly dimming and the main bar lights are starting to come up. Regulus just finished his set and is making his way backstage. James assumes ‘backstage’ is probably just a room behind the bar, seeing as it's just their local pub and not exactly made for live entertainment. Regulus started playing at the Prewitt’s Pub a few weeks ago because Fabian and Gideon wanted to see if it would draw in a bigger crowd. It’s not much, just Regulus on a stool with a mic and his guitar on a makeshift stage playing a few covers several nights a week. But Regulus’ voice is like magic, and he plays the guitar with so much passion, it’s like he’s a siren drawing people in. It’s impossible to deny the way Regulus commands the stage and captivates the audience, even if the audience is just the people at the pub. It’s also impossible to deny that the nights Regulus is on stage the amount of people just about triples. It’s safe to say Regulus definitely draws in a bigger crowd.

np tags: @snarky-magpie @psychoticallykind @wordsofwilderness @messymoony @vinylfoxbooks @jamessluttythighs @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus and anyone else that wants to play!!

[midnightelite]

@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world and I have done it again! Chapter 12 is live now!

Chapter 12

James wiped a rag over the bar for the third time in as many minutes. The tall, broad-shouldered black man seated across from him chuckled and brought a large hand down on the shiny surface with a smack. "I think it's clean, mate."

"Right," James muttered. "Cheers, Kingsley."

"Yeah, Potter, what's got your knickers in a twist?" Fabian Prewett asked, leaning forward in his seat next to Kingsley. "This isn't the real thing, the grand opening is still a month away. Today's just a trial run, yeah?"

"Right, this is just practice," Gideon added. "You're acting like it's the championship match."

"I'm not, it's nothing. I just want everything to look good. For the photos." Without his permission, James' eyes flicked towards the door. Marlene was near the main entrance, talking to the photographer. Alone. James purposely turned away and went to adjust the crossed swords hanging behind the bar again. He hated to admit Sirius was right – it did look better with two.

They were shooting photos for the website today, and when Lily had replied to James' email, she reminded them that they wouldn't want to just show a bunch of shots of an empty pub. So, James had invited the rugby team and Marlene had invited a couple of girlfriends to give the place some life. Four of the lads from rugby had arrived so far, including Marlene’s brother Daniel, as well as Marlene and two friends. Neither of whom was Lily. Where is she???

"Actually, he's acting like Mum when Nana Prewitt is coming over," Fabian said, laughing as James turned a couple of liquor bottles to make sure they were perfectly aligned, with the labels facing out.

"No, he's acting like Molly used to act when Arthur would come visit, do you remember? Everything had to be perfect .”

“Ah, so James, who’re you nesting for then?” Fabian asked

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Ch. 15, The Pact

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James turned abruptly at the sound of Cassandra's voice, his expression shifting from frustration to surprise. "Cassandra..." he began, but she cut him off, stepping forward, her shock giving way to a deep sense of shame.

"What the bloody fuck did I just hear you say?" she demanded, gritting her teeth, her eyebrows knitting together in a mix of emotions.

Sirius and Remus shared a look of fear that slowly shifted to shame. Sirius turned his back towards Calliope's best friend, his jaw clenching tightly.

A scornful laugh escaped Peter's lips. "If you haven't fucked everything up before, you certainly have now."

Remus's shoulders sagged, his face etched with regret. "Cassandra, please don't tell Calliope," he practically begged, his voice low.

"Shut the hell up, Lupin," Cassandra snapped, her nose scrunching up in disgust. "You are dreadfully dense if you believe I would ever keep this secret from my dearest friend. You lot disgust me. I thought you cared for her." She looked each of them in the eye, still not fully understanding what had caused this revelation but certain she didn't need to. "She would do anything for you four, and yet... you treat her like this? You are all wankers! Absolutely abominable."

"Cassandra, listen–" Sirius pleads, trying to get her understanding.

Their heated argument had inadvertently attracted a few onlookers. Lily and Alice watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide as they tried to process the bitter exchange between Cassandra and the others. Fabian and Gideon Prewitt were also observing, with Fabian tossing a few galleons toward the ladder, a look of bemusement on his face. Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary sat nearby, their attention riveted. Marlene leaned in and whispered something to Dorcas, who gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

James glanced down at the table, feeling the weight of numerous gazes on him. He met the eyes of the onlookers, only to find that none of them dared to look away. Their eyes remained fixed on the Marauders and Cassandra, who at this point, was visibly exasperated.

"You listen to me, you little bi—" Cassandra began, but James cut her off. "It looks like we've attracted quite an audience, mates."

Remus sighed heavily, his eyes sweeping over the spectators and hardening with frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

Sirius bit his lip, "Cassandra," He begins, looking into her cold, green eyes, "We've drawn quite the crowd–"

Cassandra cut him off sharply, "Oh, so the great Sirius Black doesn't enjoy a crowd now, huh?"

Sirius exhaled roughly, frustration evident in his breath. Peter chuckled at Cassandra's comment but was met with a frigid look from James that swiftly quieted him down, his previous bravery seemingly melting off his person.

"If you'll cooperate cordially, we can take this somewhere else and explain," Sirius said, surprisingly mature. James turned to Remus, giving him a worried look. Remus closed his eyes slowly, holding them shut for a moment or two.

Cassandra's eyes flared with anger, but she took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay composed. Her gaze swept down the table, meeting the watchful eyes of those who had gathered to witness the confrontation. Luckily, it just seemed to be the Gryffindor table that was staring at them. They had not yet attracted the gaze of their other classmates, or any professors.

"Fine, but it better be the truth—nothing but the truth," Cassandra said, her eyes narrowing at Remus with a knowing look. His mouth fell slightly open, and his eyes widened in response. He quickly composed himself, hoping the fear in his eyes hadn't been too evident under her intense scrutiny.

The boys turned to Remus, fully aware that the decision ultimately rested with him. "Moons," James began, his voice urging. Remus continued to stare at Cassandra, his initial fear slowly transforming into a veneer of feigned confidence.

"Absolutely," Remus confirmed coolly. The boys looked up at him, their faces a mixture of worry and puzzlement.

"Let's go then," Cassandra announces, waiting for the boys to get up, preparing to walk them out of the Great Hall.

"Ah," Sirius tuts, "We lead, you follow."

Cassandra scoffs, "Fuck you."

James shoots Sirius a warning glance before stepping forward, knowing Sirius had a childish remark ready for the blonde girl. "Let's just get this over with, Pads. We don't need to make this worse."

Remus steps forward as Peter trails alongside him, "Come along, Cassandra."

Cassandra scoffed again, clearly displeased with his commanding tone, but followed without further protest.

As Remus led Cassandra and the boys out of the Great Hall, the onlookers' expressions turned from curiosity to bewilderment. First, they had seen Calliope storm out, flanked by her smaller companion, and now the boys were leaving in a storm of their own. The scene left the spectators both upset and deeply confused, trying to piece together the unfolding drama.

From the corner of her eye, Cassandra noticed the red-haired Fabian idly flipping the galleons in his hand, clearly taunting his brother. It dawned on her that they might have bet on the outcome of the argument. Given the Prewitts' penchant for betting on anything and everything, it seemed entirely likely.

Marlene and Dorcas caught Cassandra's eye and gave her a small wave. They tried to keep their curiosity subtle, clearly attempting to gauge the situation and understand the heated confrontation without drawing too much attention to themselves.

Lily glanced shyly at Cassandra, her gaze shifting nervously between her and James. When her eyes finally returned to Cassandra, she was met with a look of utter disdain. Lily quickly looked away, only to find Alice's eyes meeting Cassandra's.

Cassandra, scrunching her face in contempt, fell in behind the boys. As she trailed behind them, she glanced back at Alice and Lily, extending both arms in front of her and raising her middle fingers on each hand, flipping off both of them with a joyful smirk.

"Oi!" Sirius called out, looking towards her with a mix of irritation and amusement. He lightly smacked her arms down to her sides, trying to hide a smirk.

Cassandra rolled her eyes as they finally exited through the wooden doors of the Great Hall.

"Where are we taking her, Moony?" Peter asked.

"I suppose our dorm," Remus sighed, glancing back at Cassandra, who had yet to calm down.

"I," Cassandra declared, "suppose not! I'm not stepping foot in your dank, disgusting dorm, prick."

A deep sigh escaped Remus as he rubbed his temples in frustration before responding, "Alright, then where do you suggest we go?"

Cassandra folded her arms defiantly. "I don't know and I don't care."

Sirius exchanged a glance with James, both clearly exasperated. James stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation. "Look, we need to find somewhere to talk, and obviously you do care. We can't just stand here in the corridor."

Peter, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke up. "Why not the Room of Requirement? It'll be quiet there."

Sirius slapped a hand on Peter's neck with a grin. "Atta boy," he said, smiling warmly at Peter. It was clear he had momentarily forgotten Peter's earlier, aggravated—and very accurate—comments about the messy situation they had gotten into with Calliope.

"Room of Requirement?" Cassandra asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yes," Sirius says, huffing out a breath, "Are you deaf, Oakes?"

"Are you a blabbering oaf of a man?" Cassandra asked, smirking as she answered her own question. "Yes, yes you are."

A laugh escaped Peter's lips once again as Sirius nudged him into the wall, "Oh hush, Wormtail!"

Cassandra rolled her eyes at the exchange but followed as the group made their way to the Room of Requirement. The corridor felt oddly quiet after the earlier commotion, adding to the sense of anticipation.

As they approached the door to the Room of Requirement, James paced in front of it, focusing on their need for a private and comfortable space. The door materialized before them, and they began to step inside.

Cassandra gasped in surprise. Although she had been surrounded by magic all her life, the sudden appearance of a door materializing out of thin air left her utterly confuzzled.

"Alright?" Remus asked, confused at her amazement.

Cass ignores him as she is the last to place her foot down on the stone floor.

The walls of the room stretched high, revealing a glass ceiling that showcased a breathtaking view of the glimmering stars, a sight only visible at night. As Cassandra surveyed the room, she noticed how expansive and elegantly furnished it truly was. The walls were lined with rich, dark wood paneling, giving the space a warm, inviting feel. A polished wooden floor stretched out beneath them, and the room was lit by soft, golden lamps that cast a gentle, ambient glow, deflecting the cold shine of the faux moonlight above them.

At the center of the room was a large, round table surrounded by plush, comfortable chairs. The table was covered with a deep blue cloth, and atop it were scattered a few magical artifacts and an assortment of parchment and quills.

Against one wall stood a tall bookshelf filled with old tomes and magical curiosities, while a cozy hearth on the opposite wall crackled with a warm fire, adding both light and heat to the space.

"Woah," Cassandra breathed, taking in her surroundings once more with wide-eyed amazement.

"It's not always like this," Remus called out, breaking her out of her trance. "It changes depending on what it senses you need."

Cassandra turned to face him, her curiosity piqued. "So it adapts to whatever situation you're in?"

"Precisely," Remus replied, nodding. "It's one of the most versatile magical spaces we have in this castle, and fortunately no one is ever here but us, occasionally."

Cassandra nodded and took slow, deliberate steps toward one of the armchairs. The boys followed, each choosing their own seat and instinctively positioning themselves a bit farther from her, as if wary of any potential outburst. The room's atmosphere was thick with tension as they all settled into their seats, preparing for the difficult conversation ahead.

"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to hurry this conversation. Although we left lunch earlier, I do not desire to be late for class," Remus says firmly.

As her amazement with the room finally wore off, Cassandra turned to face each of the boys with a strict expression before practically shouting, "So, what the fuck?"

"Hey," James said, raising his index finger and wagging it at her as if he were trying to parent her, "I thought you were going to be civil?"

"Civil? Yeah, that idea went in the bin once I remembered what arseholes you all are!" Cassandra yelled, glaring at James.

Sirius, leaning back in his chair, ran a hand through his hair, "Get ready to be late for your class, Moony."

Remus sighed deeply, clearly frustrated but trying to remain composed.

Cassandra and James bicker back and forth until Peter stops them with a shout, "Enough!"

Cassandra mumbled something under her breath, clearly laced with anger and directed at the boys, before falling silent. James, mirroring her movements, muttered a few words of his own in response, both of them looking like two scolded children as they sat in their chairs.

"Are you both done?" Peter asked, clearly displeased with the current state of affairs. When he received no immediate response, James rolled his eyes while Cassandra crossed her arms over her chest.

"I said," Peter continued, his tone firm and insistent, "Are you done?"

The room fell into a tense silence as Peter's words echoed. Cassandra and James, still fuming, exchanged glances but remained quiet.

James was the first to break the silence, his voice low and grumbling, "Yes."

Peter turned to Cassandra, his patience clearly wearing thin. "And you, Cassandra?"

"...Fuck you," Cassandra barked back, her frustration evident.

Peter let out a weary sigh, muttering, "Merlin, good enough." Peter spoke up again, his tone more authoritative. "Now, I'd like to hear how this all started. Sirius?"

Sirius, who had been resting his head against the back of his chair, lifted it and blinked, momentarily disoriented. "What?" he asked, clearly jolted from his thoughts.

"What was that at lunch?" He asked, rubbing his hand on his head. It was as though James and Remus forgot all about that, their gazes now pointed towards the raven-haired man.

"Uhm? You're going to have to be more specific," Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

"Bloody hell, Padfoot," James began, removing his glasses and wiping them with the end of his shirt. "Pete's asking about what the hell you were talking about. You kissed Calliope?"

Cassandra coughs out, "What?!"

"Oh, good gods—" Sirius exclaimed, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"Explain." Remus commands, not wanting to waste time on his dramatics.

"At the lake?" Cassandra asked, her eyebrows knitted tightly together, creating small wrinkles between them.

"She told you?!" Sirius's mouth fell open in surprise.

Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she rolled her eyes, "Of course she told me, I'm her best friend."

Sirius scoffs, "Sure you are, Oakes."

Cassandra scoffs mockingly, mimicking his tone. "I am, you git!" She challenges.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Sirius retorts sardonically, his eyes glinting with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Oh, you're a right wanker—" Cassandra starts, but is immediately cut off by Remus.

"Quiet, the both of you!" Remus commands, his frustration evident as he tries to regain control of the situation, "Padfoot, what happened at the lake?"

"Are you dim?" Sirius asks rather harshly, "I kissed her."

James and Remus stared at Sirius, their faces etched with hurt and disappointment. They kept their eyes locked on him, their silent disapproval heavy in the air. Remus shook his head slightly, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment, while James bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to keep his emotions in check.

A laugh leaves Cassandra's mouth, "Tell them the full story, Sirius."

This draws the two boys out of their trance as Sirius yawns, "What's more to tell?"

"Oh, I don't know... perhaps they'd like to know where on her body you kissed?" Cassandra says with a smirk, her gaze unwavering as she meets Sirius's eyes, challenging him once again.

"Oh, Merlin, no thank you," Peter says, scrunching up his nose in disgust.

"Tell us," Remus demands, his voice rough with frustration, as James nods in agreement beside him.

Sirius pauses, his jaw clenched tightly as he wrestles with his own frustration. The room is charged with tension as the others await his response.

"I don't kiss and tell, sorry," Sirius says with a shrug, a smirk playing at his lips as he glances at Cassandra.

James's patience snaps. "Padfoot, yes you bloody do. And, you certainly told us enough to embarrass her at the table."

"What?" Cassandra's eyes widen, her defensiveness shifting into a protective stance for Calliope.

Remus holds up a finger, diverting her attention to the matter at hand. "We will get there."

A wave of shame passes over Sirius's face as he sighs, his composure faltering. "Okay, listen..."

James interrupts, and a rough tone takes over his voice. "Tell us where you kissed her."

Sirius takes a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny. "On the cheek," he admits, his voice tinged with annoyance. He rolls his eyes, clearly upset that the only thing he has to hold over their heads is now laid bare.

Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, his earlier worry dissipating as he processes the information. James exhales slowly, his tense posture relaxing as he takes in the details.

A snicker left Peter's mouth, "I assumed you wouldn't violate the pact."

The three boys around him stare, their jaws dropping in disbelief.

"Excuse me?" Cassandra asked, her face scrunched in confusion. "What exactly is 'the pact'?"

"Peter!" James exclaims, his voice tinged with urgency. Peter swiftly clamps his hands over his mouth, his eyes widening in realization. Meanwhile, Remus stares in disbelief, and Sirius shakes his head vigorously, clearly agitated by the situation.

"Someone explain or I'll hex the living daylights out of all of you." Cassandra threatens.

Sirius sighed heavily, clearly worn out from the confrontation. He took a deep breath and finally spoke up. He looks up to James and Remus as they begrudgingly nod.

"Alright, fine," he said reluctantly. "The pact is something we made years ago. It's basically a promise between us—one we've stuck to for a long time."

Cassandra's eyebrows furrowed deeper, "Thank you for the explanation of what a pact is, prick. Now what is it about?"

"It's... about Calliope," Remus said, his voice low and strained.

"Go on," Cassandra said, her tone protective and demanding.

James took a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable. "In second year, we... um..." He hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Spit it out!" Cassandra commanded.

Peter let out a huff, "In second year, these three—James, Remus, and Sirius," he clarified, pointing to each of them, "made a pact that basically means none of them could date or get romantically involved with Calliope in any way."

Cassandra's turn to gape as Peter continued, "They all had the worst bloody crush on her. Constantly fighting over her. Merlin, it was more than annoying, so one day, they decided to nip it in the bud. They made the pact, and everyone truly calmed down after that."

None of the boys, apart from Peter, met Cassandra's gaze. Sirius's face was a deep crimson, his usual confident demeanor completely shattered as he stared at the floor. James's cheeks were flushed with a mix of shame and discomfort, and he shifted awkwardly in his chair, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with his glasses. Remus, usually composed, was visibly uncomfortable, his face a mix of redness and frustration as he avoided looking directly at Cassandra.

Their posture betrayed their unease: Sirius slouched, his shoulders tense; James's hands were clenched into fists on his lap; and Remus rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hide his face in a gesture of defeat. Peter, on the other hand, watched them with a mix of sympathy and irritation, clearly feeling the weight of the awkwardness that now permeated the room.

"Shit, why did we tell her bloody best friend that?!" Sirius exclaimed, his hands running through his hair in regret.

"Hey!" Cassandra shot back, her eyes gleaming with a victorious glint. "You just admitted I'm Calliope's best friend."

Sirius's face drops from his hair and lands on his face, rubbing it lightly, "Not the time, Oakes." He muttered, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

Cassandra smirked at Sirius's frustration but then turned her attention back to the rest of the group, her expression softening slightly, "So you're...like all in love with Calliope or something?" Her question was directed at Remus, James, and Sirius.

"No!" The three chimed in unison, their voices urgent and defensive. Peter, in the corner, couldn't help but snicker softly, clearly amused by the chaos he had stirred up.

"Alright, Merlin, just checkin'," She mumbles.

"I suppose you're going to tell Calliope about this now, Oakes?" James asks, his shoulders sagging slightly as he looks at Cassandra.

"Hm," Cassandra begins, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I suppose I could... or we could make a deal." Her gaze sharpens, clearly intriguing herself with her idea.

"A deal?" Remus asked, encouraging her to continue.

"Yes, a deal." She smiles, her eyes twinkling. "In return for holding your secret from my dearest and closest friend, you'll purchase me the following items weekly," Cassandra clears her throat dramatically, relishing the moment. "A bag of Pepper Imps, three Chocolate Cauldrons, Mice Pops, and a bag of white Chocolate Frogs. You must make sure they are white chocolate!"

Cassandra had made sure to add some of Calliope's favorites to her request as well. After all, keeping this secret wouldn't be an easy feat.

"Weekly?" James asks, lowering his glasses as if that would help him see her better. "You're mad!"

"Weekly," Cassandra confirmed with a smirk. "If you can't oblige, I'm sure Calliope would love to be let in on this little pact." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, clearly enjoying the boys' discomfort. "Do we have a deal?"

Remus sighed, looking at the others before nodding reluctantly. "Alright, Cassandra. We have a deal."

"Excellent," Cassandra said with a satisfied smile. "Remember, boys, weekly. And don't you dare forget the white chocolate."

Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You're a right piece of work, Oakes."

"Are we done here?" Remus asked, running a hand through his hair.

"No," Cassandra said, staring at Remus with a confused look, "You still have yet to explain to me why you are attempting to cut Calliope out, dick." Just like that, Cassandra's playful and sly demeanor had turned back into the hostile one she had started with.

Remus looked to the ground, in shame.

"How long have you been proposing this idea?" Cassandra asked, her jaw clenching as she crossed her arms across her chest. The other boys were silent, not wanting to ruin this moment in any way.

"Uhm," Remus croaked out, his voice barely audible. "Just since this morning." He finally brought his head up to meet Cassandra's fierce gaze.

Cassandra's eyes narrowed. "So you suddenly decided this morning to exclude Calliope from your lives?"

Remus shook his head. "It's not about excluding her. It's..."

Cassandra's left eyebrow quirks up, "It's..?"

James, sensing Remus's hesitation, interjected, "Mate, just tell her."

Sirius quickly gestured for James to be quiet, but it was too late. The room fell into an awkward silence, the tension thick in the air.

Remus took a deep breath, finally deciding to come clean. "It's about protecting her."

Peter makes an odd noise before blurting out, "What?"

"Oh, shit, we forgot to tell Pete," Sirius huffed, rubbing his temples in irritation.

Cassandra ignores the boys, urging Remus to continue, "It's about protecting her from what, Lupin?"

"The crystal ball reading, her," He pauses, bracing himself for what he is about to say, "vision. It's–"

"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Cassandra said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I thought you were in Gryffindor because you're brave. Just tell her you're a werewolf and be done with it."

A thick silence entered the expansive room.

Sirius looked utterly stunned, his eyes widening in shock. "How did you—?" His voice trailed off, his usual composure completely shattered. James had stared at Cassandra, his jaw slightly tightening in disbelief. He exchanged a bewildered glance with Sirius before turning back to her, clearly trying to process how she had figured out something they had kept so secret. Peter was blinking rapidly, his face a mix of shock and confusion.

Remus's face turned a ghostly pale, his laughter tinged with a bitter edge. He slouched deeper into his seat, propping his head up on his palms, his eyes still wide with a mixture of disbelief and resignation.

"Fuck," he muttered, the word escaping his lips with a tone of self-pity.

"Moon–"

"Fuck," he repeated, his laugh still echoing in the room. He looked up at Cassandra, his gaze a mix of curiosity and exasperation. "How did you find out?"

Besides his face paling further, Remus had been taking the revelation surprisingly well. This calm reaction left the remaining Marauders in stunned silence. Ever since their first year, Remus had always been cautious and insecure, constantly worried about the secret he carried. His unusually composed response to Cassandra's blunt acknowledgment was almost more startling than the revelation itself.

"Do you take me for a complete idiot?" Cassandra chuckled, her eyes rolling for what felt like the fifteenth time in ten minutes. She marveled at how Calliope could put up with such a maddening group of men, her patience evidently far beyond her own.

Before Remus could respond, Cassandra swiftly continued, "It wasn't hard to piece together... Your scars, your agitation before the full moon, and how you and the boys always slip away on the night of the full moon. It's not exactly subtle." She pursed her lips, her tone firm. "I figured it out, and somehow Calliope hasn't yet, but if you don't want her to find out, you'd better get your act together."

Once again, before they could interject, Cassandra pressed on. "Your whole 'prank gone wrong' excuse won't work with Calliope. It hasn't been for most of your time at school. She's aware something's up, and she knows you're excluding her." She glanced around the room, her gaze fierce. "If I were her, you lot would be out of my life by now. But she's stronger—more understanding—and she allows you to inadvertently disrespect her time and again. I don't get why you didn't just tell her. You could be a secret toad tapping away at various buttons and toggling levers inside a giant human meat suit, and she'd still respect you. So why don't you respect her, huh?"

James and Sirius both scrunch their noses at the bizarre analogy of a disguised toad controlling a 'giant meat suit.' Their expressions conveyed a mix of confusion and disbelief, clearly struggling to make sense of Cassandra's vivid metaphor. Sirius's lips twitched in a half-smile, while James shook his head, trying to stifle a bemused chuckle.

Peter, who had momentarily drifted from the conversation, snapped back to attention, his confusion evident as he noticed the others struggling to hide their laughter. His brows furrowed in bewilderment, clearly puzzled by their sudden shift in demeanor.

Remus, despite the weight of Cassandra's words, found himself quietly reflecting on her speech. It was a lot to process, but he couldn't help a faint, appreciative smile as he considered the fact that Calliope had such a passionate advocate in her corner.

"You're absolutely right, Cassandra," Remus sighs, his head lifting and his posture straightening out, "You are beyond right."

"Wha— I mean, of course I am. I'm never wrong, not ever," Cassandra says with a flick of her wrist, tossing her hair back with a confident, self-assured smirk.

"Watch it, Oakes," James begins, "I think I see your nose growing."

Cassandra swiftly grabs a couch pillow and hurls it at him. The pillow smacks him squarely in the face, the corner of it jostling his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Peter lets out a small laugh at Cassandra's antics, while Sirius hurriedly tries to shield James from any more rogue pillows that might come their way.

Cassandra stands up, straightening her skirt with a decisive motion. "Remus," she begins, using his first name for the first time, "Is that the only reason you feel this way? I mean, the urge to cut Calliope out of things?"

Remus hesitates, his gaze dropping to the floor. He takes a deep breath, clearly grappling with the weight of her question. "Yeah," he admits quietly, his voice tense, "Please, don't tell her about the... lycanthropy"

Cassandra lets out a weary sigh, clearly struggling to balance her frustration with a touch of empathy.

"In time, I will tell her, I promise I will," Remus says earnestly, his voice laden with a mixture of regret and resolve.

Cassandra studies Remus intently, her gaze unwavering as she searches for sincerity. "You'd better," she says quietly but firmly. "And don't ever think about excluding her again, git."

"It was a short-lived mistake," He reasons, "But, a mistake at that. One I will never make again, I promise you."

Cassandra strides towards the door, her demeanor a blend of finality and sass. "You've made a hell of a lot of promises today," she says over her shoulder, her tone stern. "Sirius, go apologize to Calliope, you twat. And, don't forget my white chocolate frogs."

With that, she exits the room, leaving the boys stunned and silent. The weight of her words hangs in the air, and the Marauders are left to grapple with the mix of relief, regret, and contemplation her departure has brought.

James shivers slightly, still processing the encounter. "She's certainly scary," he says, a hint of awe in his voice. "I wasn't aware Calliope had brought a bloody dobermann into Hogwarts."

Peter, still trying to process everything, lets out a nervous chuckle, "She is right though– about everything, but most importantly," He extends an arm over to Sirius, patting him on the back, "You gotta apologize, mate."

"She's right," Sirius sighs into the sleeve of his robes, "Do we have class soon?"

James looks over to Remus, realizing now that he has forgotten his watch in their dorm, "Got your watch, Moons?"

A small confirmation leaves his mouth as he rolls up his sleeve, checking his muggle watch, "Surprisingly, we have nearly fifteen minutes left. I say that is more than enough time for us to watch Sirius try to apologize for his utter lack of common sense."

"Oi," Sirius calls out, "I only did that little stunt to pull you out of your self-pity and destruction."

"Sure you did," James retorts, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he purses his lips. "Definitely not to gloat about how you practically broke the pact." Peter chuckles, nodding in agreement with James, clearly entertained by the exchange.

Sirius waves off the comment with a dismissive gesture, a smirk spreading across his face. "How about we pull out the map and track down our girl? Let's see where she's hiding."

Remus pulls out the Marauder's Map from his bag and hands it to Sirius, who takes it with a grin.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Sirius announces with a flourish as he waves his wand over the map. It unfolds swiftly, revealing the intricate layout of Hogwarts and its bustling inhabitants.

Sirius lays the map out on the coffee table, letting the other boys peer over it. Fortunately, with most students gathered in the Great Hall, locating Calliope should be a lot simpler.

Peter's finger hovers over the map, his face contorting with distaste. "Alecto Carrow and Barty Crouch Jr. in the south corridor's broom closet," he says, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Shameful."

James raises an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. "Do you reckon we should pay them a visit? I've got some leftover dungbombs in my bag," he suggests, a snicker escaping his lips.

"Stay focused, Prongs," Remus says, his eyes scanning the map with intense concentration. "We need to find Cal first."

After a moment of searching the map, James's finger lands on her location. "Look," he says, pointing to the parchment where her name is bolded and clearly marked. "She's in the Astronomy Tower."

"Wait, who is she with?" Peter asks, squinting at the map as he identifies the second name alongside Calliope's.

"Pads—" Remus starts to say, but Sirius cuts him off, his face falling.

"Reggie?" Sirius says, his voice dropping to a concerned whisper as the map reveals the bolded letters of Regulus Black alongside Calliope Thorne.

Next

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[iheartgracie]

claudiagideon quotes from foolish hearts

“Have fun, okay?”

Gideon takes my hand. “We will,” he says, and we leave the kitchen.

I look down at our clasped hands in the hall, and Gideon hesitates, loosening his grip as if to let go.

“Is this okay?”

I give his hand a squeeze. “Only because it’s Saturday.”

“Does that make a difference?”

“Yeah, I mean, hand-holding on a Tuesday is pretty risqué.”

His lips quirk. “It’s also a quarter moon, you know.”

“What happens on the quarter moon?”

“I turn into a quarter werewolf.”

I grin”

“Then he looks at me hesitantly. “Want to dance?”

“What have we been doing for the last hour?”

“I meant, like, with me.”

“Who have I been dancing with all this time? Did someone get a face transplant with your face?”

He grins. “You know what I’m saying.”

“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” His mouth is still close to my ear. “I really, um.” He pulls back the slightest bit, looks at me for a second. “I really like it when we hang out.”

“Me too.”

“Sometimes … around some people, I feel like I have to, like … try, you know? Like really hard.” His hands tighten a bit on my waist. “But with you—when I’m with you, I can just … exist. You know what I mean?”

His expression is open, his eyes serious.

I know exactly what he means.

I nod.”

“Is this a date?” I say.

He blinks, extending the coat toward me, but I don’t take it. “I mean, it’s a … it’s a dance date. Not like a … date date. But still kind of a date?” There is a hopeful upward inflection at the end of that sentence. “I was actually … I sort of wanted to ask you about that.”

“About what?”

“Maybe you and me could … maybe we could go on a date. A real one. Maybe we could be, like. Dating.”

“I’m meant to say something. I’m supposed to respond.

I like you, you majestic space prince.

How hard would it be to say that? It’s the truth. How hard would it be to close the distance between us? Thread my fingers through his hair, thumb the corners of his jaw, kiss him right.”

“On-screen, avatar Gideon Prewitt walks right up to Viola. And it’s so stupid, I’m so stupid, but I wish he was here, I wish it was real. I wish I could bury my face in his neck. I want it so bad my fingers twitch on the controller, straining not to make my stupid game character hug his stupid game character so at least some facsimile of it can exist.”

“Out of the corner of my eye I see Gideon glance over at me. And then he looks straight ahead again, but he rests one hand on the console between our seats, palm up. Like an invitation. Like I could take it if I wanted.

I don’t hesitate.”

“Gideon looks at you like you fucking hung the moon”

“Seemed important to you, and … I mean, this is it, right?”

This is it.

I nod. Take the barrette and put it in my pocket. And then I take his hand, rest it against my cheek, and turn my head to press my lips against his palm.

He just stares.

“What are you doing?” he says.

I loosen my grip, embarrassed suddenly. “Is it—do you not want—”

“No, I want,” he says quickly, moving closer. “I want.”

Me too is what I should say. Me too, ME TOO, but words don’t come out, I just look up at Gideon’s face, at the smile blooming there, with his unfathomable dimples and his eyes that you need GoogleMaps to find your way out of, warm and bright and shining.”

“but he looks at me and there’s barely any space between us now. “So you do … like me like that?”

“Yes.”

“So if I kissed you…”

“Yes.”

One corner of his mouth ticks up, the dimple reappearing. “I should probably … do that, then.”

“Or we could keep talking about it.”

He grins full-out now, and then we kiss.”

“When we finally separate again, I rest my forehead against Gideon’s.

“You know what?”

“Hm?” He sounds a little dazed.

“That had everything on my must-have list,” I say, and then drop down to a whisper: “Luxury. Affordable. Industry standard.”

Gideon lets out an unholy snort, and I dissolve into giggles. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, and we both laugh, holding each other tight.”

“Not just the kiss in the hall outside the auditorium, but the ones in the parking lot afterward and at the cast party and on the street outside after the cast party. Gideon with his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright, close enough that he was blurry, saying I like you, you know. Like so much, so much, so much—each one punctuated by a kiss to a different place.”

[shessweetlikehunny]

Marauders Era Fancasts

Sirius Orion Black Ben Barnes

James Fleamont potter  Reiky De Valk and Aron Taylor-Johnson

Peter Pettigrew Dane Dehaan

Remus John Lupin Andrew Garfield

Lilly Evans  Sophie Skelton

Mary Macdonald Sofia Bryant

Marlene Mckinnon Beabadoobee

Alice Forscue Carey Mulligan

Frank Longbottom David Lambert

Molly Prewitt Rose Leslie

Arthur Weasley Caleb Landry Jones

Fabian Prewitt Oliver Dale

Gideon Prewitt  Tymon Rutkowski

[coffeeangelinabox]

Febuwhump #19: Please, don't

My first veeerrrryyyyy slight cheat. I'm doing 18 and 19 the alternate way round for the simple reason that I have a good idea for this and it's Sunday so I have time to do it properly.

All the warnings. This is extremely non consensual and gratuitously so.

None of them are the type to back down. Forcibly portkey'd to Malfoy Manor, bound with a nasty set of incarcerous jinxes and staring down a visibly delighted Lucius Malfoy, Sirius still looks around the dining room with completely unfeigned disinterest.

"You've had the place done up," he comments idly. The drawl he spent years exorcising from his voice creeps back in.

If they had hoped Malfoy would be distracted by bantering back and forth until James and Peter could effect a rescue, they were out of luck. Instead, his smirk merely widens and he continues to stare.

Sirius tilts his chin, gritting his teeth and angles himself fractionally forward. He's humiliatingly unscathed. Knocked out from behind before he'd known they were there. They'd barely arrived. This was supposed to be simple reconnaissance, three teams of three, in and out of a set of suspected Death Eater meeting points. It was not supposed to be a social call to the heart of obviously hostile territory.

Lily has a cut across her cheek and her wrists are bruised. She'd fought like a wild thing, and would have been able to make a break for it...if it had ever been in Lily Potter to leave people behind. She will not sacrifice people for the greater good, and even now she doesn't regret her choice.

Remus was the only one of them who had surrendered, though, in his defence, the wand held to Lily's head hadn't given him much choice. It hadn''t stopped the bruises and rough treatment. He isn't sure what they know about him, though it's obvious there's a traitor deep inside their inner circle. No one outside of the nine of them had known their exact locations and timings. Dumbledore maybe. Or Moody. But to Remus' knowledge, James and Gideon Prewitt had planned this one. It narrows the suspect list down to nine people. Eight. He bares his teeth in a snarl he wishes it were the right time of the moon to make more lethal.

"Now," Malfoy finally breaks the silence. He steps closer and runs the tip of his wand over Sirius' face. Sirius arches back with a sound of disgust. Malfoy simply follows his movement, it isn't like he can go far. "As uninvited guests, I do hope you are going to be entertaining."

"Oh, of course," Sirius says. His tone is still light, but Remus has known him too well and too long not to see the tension thrumming beneath his skin. "I know some good jokes. What's the difference between a Slytherin and an idiot?"

Malfoy raises his hand and Sirius doesn't so much as flinch, then he lowers it with a chuckle. "No. I wouldn't sully myself by touching any of you."

For a second Remus almost relaxes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Lily demands. "None of us are going to tell you anything. It's a lot of trouble to have us dragged here just to kill us."

Malfoy smiles. "As I said, Mudblood. Entertainment."

And just like that, it's not relaxing at all.

A few waves of Malfoy's wand later and Lily has been moved over to the table, fixed down, spread eagled. A few well placed diffindos remove her clothes and cut thin lines into her skin. She glares up at Malfoy, there are tears in her eyes, but she doesn't let them fall. "Go on then," she snarls. "Only way you can get a woman anyway, to force her."

Sirius lunges forward with a snarl, but finds he can't move his feet, Remus strangely can, but Sirius' protective positioning of earlier puts the other man in his way and he can't get to Lily and they can't make him watch this-

Malfoy holds up a hand. "I won't touch her."

They both look at him, distrust an almost tangible thing.

"If you do exactly as I say."

Remus hisses out breath between his teeth. Lily doesn't look at them, and the mere fact that she doesn't immediately tell them not to worry about her, not to give up anything curls something cold around his heart.

"What do you want?" Sirius says after a moment, voice low.

Malfoy's sneer widens. "You both pleasure the filthy little Mudblood. The one who makes her cum wins a blowjob from their failure of a friend."

"Then you'll let us all go, I suppose."

"Exactly."

"We all know that's a lie."

Malfoy shrugs. "Why would it be? When the Dark Lord wins, you will all be valued soldiers in his army. I wouldn't spill magical blood so cheaply."

"Even-?"

"Even hers. Why make an enemy of you, Black? Or of Potter."

"And if we refuse?" Remus asks quietly.

"Oh, my point about not spilling magical blood unnecessarily stands. You two can still walk out of here, unscathed. After, of course, you watch as many men as I can find willing to risk catching whatever a Mudblood little slut is carrying fuck her raw. Then I'll cut her guts out. You can take whatever's left with you."

Lily's breath hitches. Remus watches a single treacherous tear run the the wrong way down her face and into her hairline. Sirius must see it too because before Malfoy can notice the weakness he's pressing himself forward, arching sinuously.

"Waste of having the Black heir really owe you a favour, Malfoy. Wouldn't you rather have my," he pauses and gives Malfoy the bedroom eyes Remus had watched him use for years to charm various Hufflepuffs off to Greenhouse Three after dark. "gratitude?"

"No." Malfoy says bluntly, not moved at all. "I want you to realise that following orders is your best, your only choice. It'll help you later."

The seduction falls away, nothing more than a thin veneer and for a moment, Remus is certain that Sirius will start screaming and swearing. And that will do none of them the slightest bit of good. "Padfoot," he says quietly. Then, to their tormentor. "Alright. We'll do it."

Malfoy moves out of their way and gestures with a flourish towards Lily. Their hands are still bound, but they can suddenly move. Remus, for the first time, looks at her properly. He feels his ears redden with embarrassment. His own and what is radiating from her.

She is undeniably beautiful. Creamy skin and tumbling red hair in a fiery wave. Her emerald eyes are gleaming. The faint dusting of freckles across her nose is repeated on shoulders and inner thighs. Her breasts are round and full and high and the pinked nubs of her nipples are tight from cold and fear. Spread as she is, he can see every part of her, and Merlin help him, but the way she closes her eyes as he looks, flush spreading from cheekbones down her throat and chest makes something hot and primal inside him want to claim her.

She's his best friend's wife. He can't imagine that James would want him to make a different choice, but, frankly, he'd rather take his chances with a cruciatus.

Sirius drops down to his knees between Lily's legs. "It's okay," he says, a soothing rumble in his voice that tells Remus he's said these exact words before. "This is fine, Evans."

A noise creeps out of her. "Potter," she corrects in a thread of a whisper.

"Lils...I can't call you Potter while I do this."

"At the moment," Malfoy says waspishly, "you're not doing anything."

All three of them flinch and Remus too steps closer. He doesn't kneel down, opting instead to lean over her, shielding as much of her body from Malfoy's gaze as he can. "We'll make this good," he promises against her lips and then kisses her gently, chastely.

Her eyes flicker open and there's real violence in their depths. Remus nods in silent, mutual agreement. As soon as they have opportunity, they'll take Malfoy apart. Bloodily. Unpleasantly. From the feet first so that Remus can hear him scream.

Then she tenses with a moan as Sirius abruptly gets started.

Remus feels slightly put out for a moment. He hadn't known they were ready to start, and he hastens to catch up, mouth fixing quickly over one of those hard pink nubs and he begins to torment her with tongue and teeth, laving over her chest, seeking out every bit of salt from the fear-sweat that has been slicking her body for the past twenty minutes.

He lets himself fall into the rhythm, both of pleasuring a beautiful woman and competing with Sirius Black. Sirius is their most likely traitor. Remus will not willingly suck his dick. He will not. So he has to win this. It's as simple as that.

Sirius is undoubtedly the more experienced lover of the two of them, but he's appalling selfish and he rushes. Remus can't expect him to be different in bed, and he has a number of advantages, even fully human his senses are fractionally better than average. He can hear Lily's heartrate increase, smell not just her arousal, but her blood as it pumps through her. He can discern the tiny differences in her moans and whimpers.

He kneels besides Sirius, and puts his tongue to work.

Sirius has his mouth fixed over Lily's clit, sucking, pulling her pleasure from her by sheer brute force. Letting them live is stupidity, it can only be because the traitor is in the room with them. His fury at Remus for doing this to him, to Lily and James, translates into the ferocity of his movements. When Remus' head pushes up besides his, he cedes the clit to him and pushes back against her hole. He allows the very barest of transformation to padfoot and pushes his now much longer and wetter tongue into her, swirling hard within and Lily lets out a shattered mewl.

He dares to feel pleased with himself for a second as she stutters out a syllable that can only be part of his name. She's becoming helplessly aroused as he stabs his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with it. He wishes he had his hands free to knead her ass, her breasts. She arcs almost off the table with another cry and another gush of wetness.

"Siriu- ohhhhhhhhh, 'Mus. Like that, like that-"

James is like a brother to him. Harry is practically his son. Lily...Lily should never be this. But Sirius cannot deny that her desperate groans are spurring him on just as much as his desire to protect and his fury at the situation, and he feels his own cock rise in his pants.

"I don't," she twists on the wood. "Don't, please..."

Sirius pulls back. She knows they have to, knows the consequences of not following this instruction will be worse, but he echoes her anyway. "Malfoy. Please. Don't- don't make us do this. Anything else."

Remus has always been more ruthless.

As Sirius moves, he chases the spasms of her pussy with his tongue, drinking her down and with a groan Lily falls over the edge moaning and whimpering and writhing.

Malfoy claps his hands like he's at the theatre. His eyes spear Sirius. "Anything else, Black? Very well. You don't have to touch her again. Just blow your friend and we can all be on our way."

Sirius stomach sinks in a completely different way. He hates losing, all four of them were always competitive with one another.

I thought you said you could play chess, Padfoot.

My grandmother is better at gobstones than that.

Only four Os? I got five!

And worse. Remus is the reason they are here. Remus violated Lily. Remus forced her to a climax she didn't want. Remus is the reason so many of Sirius' friends have been lost in this war.

Remus unfolds himself and stands. Sirius doesn't look up at him.

If he refuses now, it will likely be Lily that pays for his habitual insolence. She is worth nothing to Malfoy and everything and then some to Sirius' only family. He shuffles forward and grins up at Remus with a few too many teeth.

"Let's see how long you last, Moony." His voice sounds wrong, but probably (hopefully) that will be put down to the stress of the situation and later he will force Prongs to see that they can't trust Moony. And that Moony knows exactly how to break him. He'll make him see that they have to rethink the Fidelius Charm plan.

He leans forward and, thank Merlin, Remus is wearing robes, not some awful muggle trousers. It's easy enough to get at him, to use his tongue in the slit of his boxers and lick a stripe up his cock.

To Sirius' eternal shame, Remus is not the slightest bit turned on. His small cock, flacid and curled, fits easily on his tongue. Maybe he deserves this anyway. Traitor Moony might be, but he's the monster that enjoyed what they did to Lily.

Remus however, doesn't manage to maintain his disinterest in the face of Sirius' concerted attention. It doesn't take long until he's reduced to an incoherent, dripping mess. Sirius' actions are almost violent. Remus has come to blows with Sirius and felt less attacked than how he feels right now as Sirius slurps at his dick as though he'll die without it. As though wishing he could punish Remus for something. He swallows against pleas. Trust Sirius to use seemingly losing as a new way to attack.

Lily is crying properly, her reserves totally eroded, and Remus realises that he is too. Malfoy is smirking at all three of them. Remus supposes that whether or not Sirius is technically on his team the Malfoy-Black rivalry has enough layers that he can still enjoy Sirius brought low in this way. Thinking of who - what - Sirius has given his allegiance to, Remus instinctively pulls back. Just as Sirius does something with his tongue, flattening it against the vein on the underside and tightening his lips to produce an almost painful sense of suction. He cums as he pulls out, splattering his seed all over Sirius' face.

He's the enemy. This is his fault, but Remus can't help the stab of guilt as his friend looks up at him, betrayal naked for all to see. If Malfoy wasn't still watching and laughing, he'd beg him to stop looking at him like that - please, Padfoot. Don't. I didn't mean-

Instead, he looks away.

[annasghosts]

The Golden Couple part 7: Beginnings

Summary: "We are in love." Wait, what? Does that sound like something Lily Evans would say at the beginning of Sixth Year?

Part 1 was written for @jilymicrofics and it slowly became a @jilymicro-oops For the last part of this accidental multichapter I used the prompt: key.

Read part 7 on Ao3, from the beginning

James was pretty sure he was dreaming. His stupid, pathetic brain had conjured Lily Evans confessing she fancied him. He couldn’t believe what a miserable, pathetic sod he was.

“Oi!” He looked sharply to his left and massaged his side where Sirius had hit him. As he met his friend’s quizzical expression he frowned, wondering why dream-Sirius would hurt him, unless.. his eyes widened and he swirled around, almost falling out of his seat and found himself staring in Lily’s eyes. She was red faced and uncomfortable, but still lovely.

“Is this really happening?” He asked stupidly and she smiled.

“Come on, Potter!” A voice exclaimed from the crowd. Gideon Prewitt, that git.

“Yes, Potter.” Lily repeated, her voice soft, and he found himself smiling. He got up and reached out to take her hand tentatively. Some of the students started whistling, but he ignored them, his eyes focused on Lily.

“I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you.”

Lily grinned, her eyes shining brightly, her small hand in his, the floral scent he’d smelled in his Amortentia surrounding them.

***

“You are not paying, James.” Lily said firmly, as Rosmerta served their Butterbeers.

“Of course not,” He said, his eyes glinting with mirth. “You invited me after all.”

He could barely contain his excitement. Lily had blushed prettily when he’d taken her hand that morning and had listened to him chat about anything, from his parents to the Quidditch Cup. He’d rarely felt that eager to share his thoughts before, but there was something about her, about the way she listened, about the softness in her eyes, that pushed him to bare his soul. And she’d told him in turn about her difficult relationship with her sister, about her plans to become a Healer that she hadn’t shared with anyone yet because she was worried she might not succeed. James felt he had never met anyone more perfect before.

“Toerag.” She muttered, but there was a happy smile on her face as she counted the money and the insult had never sounded sweeter. He marvelled at how far they’d come, realizing that just a few months ago that same word would have been spat at him with genuine anger and he didn’t think he could blame her for it. “Sickle for your thoughts?”

“I was just thinking how often I’ve heard you calling me that.” She widened her eyes in surprise and she bit her lip, looking a bit guilty. “For good reason!” James added hurriedly. “I deserved it and I’m truly sorry for it.”

She seemed to relax as she leaned back on her chair. “And I’m sorry for my many attempts to humiliate you.”

“Oh, those were great. I’m serious!” He exclaimed as she laughed. “Very marauder of you.”

“I’m so honoured.”

“Oi, no sarcasm please.”

Lily didn’t reply, but took a sip of her drink and James’ attention was drawn to the bit of foam clinging to her upper lip. “What?”

He raised a hand and gently wiped her mouth with his thumb before sucking on it, Lily’s eyes following the movement intently. He leaned in, her eyes meeting his, and all she was feeling was crystal clear in them. He could see the hint of uncertainty mixed with her desire to kiss him so he gently cupped her cheek, smiling as her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out the softest of sighs. He regretted closing his eyes for just a moment, the need to watch her almost too much, but every thought flew out of his mind as she gently pressed her lips to his.

***

“James!” He smiled as she called for him, her delighted and surprised tone telling him she’d found his gift. “What is this?” He smiled as she approached him, all bright eyes and red cheeks, and he gently dragged her towards him, giving her a lingering kiss.

“What does it say?”

She shook her head, but held up his note, a key tightly clutched in her other hand. “For Lily, honorary marauder.”

“You were worried about us being apart next year, so I thought I would remedy that. And, as you know, I would never live with someone who isn’t a marauder.”

Her grin widened, not unlike the way it did the first time he’d called her that, and she threw her arms around his neck with suck genuine spontaneity James felt his heart might burst from affection. “I love you, James Potter.”

“And I love you.” He whispered, his nose buried in her hair. The promise of war brewing outside the castle should terrify him, but Lily’s weight in his arms was grounding him and he thought that, no matter what, nothing could take that moment of perfect happiness away.

[alluringwaves]

FOOLISH HEARTS.

“I could consider it for a lot of moments, if left unchecked. Not just the kiss in the hall outside the auditorium, but the ones in the parking lot afterward and at the cast party and on the street outside after the cast party. Gideon with his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright, close enough that he was blurry saying I like you, you know. Like so much, so much, so much— each one punctuated by a kiss to a different place.”

— Emma Mills, Foolish Hearts

[asexual-juliet]

all i am saying is that gideon and iris have the best costumes at lena ideker’s halloween party by FAR

[dhr-ao3]

"I Don't Think You're A Waste Of Space"

"I Don't Think You're A Waste Of Space" https://ift.tt/eckb3dh by Katybug1248 Years after the Second Wizarding War, the next generation of witches and wizards are making their way to Hogwarts. Words: 508, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, Molly Weasley, Dudley Dursley, Arthur Weasley, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Lily Luna Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Jonas Prewitt (OC), Alicia Prewitt (OC), Gideon Prewitt, Cassiopeia Malfoy Relationships: Dudley Dursley/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Non-Canon Relationship, Voldemort is defeated in Second Wizarding War, Alternate Universe, Non-Canon Events, non-canon elements via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ah74YOe July 30, 2023 at 08:24PM

[riddikulusfm]

alastor moody with cillian murphy. Gideon prewitt with alin szewczyk.

[arosebetweenpages]

Okay, so like the weasleys have always been a bit rugged and handsome and trouble making as we from Garreth in HL.

So of course I'm over here like... OK. Bill amd Charlie fit the Weasley type. Even Ginny. Percy big time fits the Prewitt side of the family, I mean c'mon; Leander was CREATED for folks to looked at and snicker over how Percy-ish he is.

So two questions: 1. Where Ron? 2. How Fred and George?

Because the twins are said to take after Fabian and Gideon who are trouble making Prewitts? Fred and George aren't described as particularly rugged - kind of lanky and slender. But Fabian and Gideon??? Those two mfs were RUGGED. Or have i read too much fanfic??

It's still Weasley Wednesday.....🫦

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