#harry potter series

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Another reason for me to love Sirius! He's a massive jerk but he is cool lol.

Why do people make it look like it's Sirius who goes along with whatever james wants when it's clearly the other way round?

In the one scene we get from their teenage years it's pretty clear that james is the one who keeps trying to get Sirius's attention. He looks for Sirius's reaction after he yawns hugely and ruffles his hair in the exam hall, then stops showing off only for Sirius (despite his inflated ego being a huge part of his personality at the time), and bullies Snape because Sirius just says he's bored. Personally I see Sirius as having a more independent personality that doesn't rely on external validation, given that he rejected his family's pure blood ideology and ran away at 16, while james at that age was ruffling his hair to look like he just got off his broom, showing off with the snitch, enjoying wormtail's admiration, constantly looking to see if lily was watching him, etc etc(and all of this is just from 1 memory lol).

Also Sirius has no qualms about disagreeing with him (unlike how he's portrayed to be james's yesman in the fandom), he asks james to stop showing off and points out that he's conceited when he wonders why lily is turned off by him. I just can't see Sirius blindly following someone even if it is james, because I think he would have learnt early on that he couldn't blindly trust the people he loved, so while he would trust james with everything, he simply wouldn't be inclined to behave that way. Even so he's way too independent for something like that. The real simp was the spoilt and pampered guy tracing the initials of his future wife lol

[karo-li]

this took like 100 years of my life 😵 blending the characters with background is always so tricky, i always feel like characters don't match the rest

well, the moment when you're supposed to listen but you know, there's more important matters 🤛🏼

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 loml : sirius black

▰▰ pairing(s): past sirius black x fem!reader, platonic remus lupin x fem!reader.

going back to his life after spending all those years in azkaban proves to be difficult for sirius when he has to look back on what he lost.

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of past relationship, mentions of war, lowkey dumbledore slander.

She has been on edge the entire meeting. Sirius knows it, because he still knows about her nervous habits even after all those years apart from her. He also knows it is most likely about Harry, being apart from him for so long had clearly taken a toll on her, but it had been Dumbledore's request that Harry spent the summer with her aunt to keep him away from everything.

As soon as the meeting comes to an end, Sirius sees how she almost jumps from her seat, Remus standing up a few seconds later. And since Sirius is also excited about seeing Harry again, he follows them.

He stops near the kitchen doorway just in time to catch a glimpse of dark, messy hair running down the stairs and then, Harry is throwing himself at her arms.

"I missed you so much!" she tells him, pulling back a little just to cup the teenager's face, her eyes examining it. "Are you okay? they better have treated you well! I won't let you go back to that house, Harry. I don't care what that senile bat has to say about it."

She starts rambling and Harry can only smile and nod, his eyes shining with amusement as he lets her fuss over him. He moves to Remus next, hugging him with the same excitement he used with y/n. "We missed having you around the house, Harry" Remus tells him, ruffling the young boy's already messy hair.

When he finally turns to Sirius, he looks so much like James that it takes everything in him not to break down crying right there. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t seem to notice because he's already hugging him. And it's exactly the kind of hug Sirius needed, comforting, grounding.

"Do you want me to prepare you something to eat? I'll cook whatever you want." y/n offers as soon as Harry pulls back from the hug, and when he nods, she takes him away immediately, leading him to the kitchen.

Remus and Sirius follow while Molly said her goodbyes and ushered her redhead twins out of the kitchen, muttering something about leaving harry some time to spend with his family. Family. That was a word Sirius has not heard in a long time.

Though as he sits on the table again, it doesn’t take him too long to realize that he doesn't feel like part of said family. it only takes one look at them to feel like he doesn’t belong the way he used to.

He watches as she fusses over Harry, hurrying to make enough food for him while she scolds him for being too thin, worry pouring out on her every action: the way she sets down the plate of food in front of him, the way she brushes Harry's hair out of his face and listens to him talking about his summer with so much attention.

And Remus— Remus fits in perfectly. He jokes with Harry about something from school, knows exactly what to say to stop y/n from worrying too much, makes them smile in a way Sirius doesn’t know how to anymore.

He knows, deep down, that there's nothing going on between Remus and her. They have always been close, but in a way that seems purely platonic. But still, he can't help but feel jealous of the way they seem to understand eachother in ways Sirius can't even begin to comprehend. It all feels so domestic. So easy. And Sirius? he can only sit back and watch.

Watch as y/n talks to Harry, her voice lighter than a few moments earlier, full of fondness, something Sirius recognizes but no longer belongs to. Remus smirks into his glass, adding something that makes Harry's laugh. And that laugh— it sounds so much like James, that Sirius is helplessly dragged into the past.

To what was taken from him.

He remembers Harry's first birthday: The smell of the cake James was baking, Lily chasing Remus around the Potter's living room, a birthday hat on her hat. "You have to wear this for the photo, everyone has one"

Sirius, sprawled on the couch, laughs as he points at the pointy hat on his head. "Come on, Moony."

In the middle of the room, y/n is laying on the floor, her own hat tilted as she tries to balance harry on her feet, holding his arms and making airplane noises for him. Harry is absolutely delighted, his laugh carefree. He loves her.

And, Merlin, Sirius is so in love with her. He loves the way she can make Harry laugh so easily, the way she treats him with so much care and love. He loves the way she fits here, in his life, in his future.

She catches him staring and smiles, her expression soft, fond. "What?"

Sirius grins at her, his heart beating fast against his chest. "Marry me"

She snorts, but her expression softens when she realizes he's not kidding. "One day, when this is all over—"

He knows. She doesn’t have to say more. That's enough for him. For now.

One day, when this war is over and they can go back to their lives— maybe he could have this too. A house filled with laughter, with warmth. A family with her. A child with her smile and his hair, something good after all the darkness.

Something he never got to have.

Because when Sirius blinks, he's back at the present. Where y/n is talking to teenage Harry about going to Diagon Alley soon to buy everything he needs for his new year at hogwarts. "And don't even worry about that ministry nonsense, I told Dumbledore he better fix that because it's his fault for sending you with those— those people for the summer."

"She was not very nice about it, let me tell you." Remus tells Harry. "Called him a walking library of bad ideas." and Harry's laughing again.

And Sirius' heart aches, looking at Harry so grown up and happy despite everything. Looking at her and knowing that she went on without him. They all did. And he can't even blame them. They had to. It was what was best for Harry.

Still, he has to clench his hands under the table because— fuck. This is what he had dreamed for, even all those years in azkaban, he had allowed himself to dream about her waiting for him. About a life outside those dementor infested walls. Those fantasies had kept him alive for so long.

And now here he was, looking at what once was his— what could've been his.

After dinner, Harry goes to sleep and Remus follows after he makes sure y/n doesn’t need help with anything. She ushers him out, but she stays behind cleaning up. And Sirius is still there, looking at her. He can't help it. He wants to ask her so many things but the words die on his mouth before he can even gather the courage to mutter them.

As she passes by him though, she probably sees the tension in his face because she pauses for a second and squeezes his shoulders. Sirius stiffens for a second, but then it's like muscle memory and he can only relax under her touch, that lingers a little more than expected.

Before he knows it, he's leaning against her touch. It's for just a second, he can't deny it to himself. It reminds him of what they used to be, of how easy everything seemed to fit between them back then. But then, it's also a reminder that this isn't his anymore. This warmth, this comfort—

He pulls away and she seems surprised but doesn’t comment on it, only gives him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her tired eyes. He knows it's supposed to be comforting, but it only leaves his heart completely shattered while she's already moving on.

And he knew it then.

It was the loss of his life. She was the loss of his life. And he knew the what ifs would follow him until the day he died. Perhaps even beyond that.

[impulseheaven]

Snapes matchmaking - Draco Malfoy

cw: fem reader , bullying , ravenclaw reader , uncannon characters wc: 3.1k synopsis: Draco always saw himself getting with a fellow Slytherin, probably a girl picked by his father. Though it came as a surprise to him whenever a Ravenclaw caught his attention.

You know who Draco Malfoy is, everyone does. He's the son of the infamous Lucius Malfoy, and a bully. Despite these things you’ve never been a target of his antics, if anything it seems he’s respects you in some way.

You're a pureblood, and your parents are both well respected auror’s which causes them to be a bit more wealthy than most families. Every year you get new books, keeping your old ones on your bookshelf that sit in your room at home. New robes every year along with new shoes that have a cleaning charm on them to prevent them from dirtying.

You kept yourself nicely groomed, getting a fresh trim to the ends of your hair every four months, always having polished nails, and hair is always done up in some way. Your friends like to tease you sometimes, saying how you're a perfectionist when it comes to anything.

Today was just another day, you woke up and did your morning skincare. Carefully applying everything evenly, then applying minimal makeup that enhances your favorite features. You put on your uniform and made sure your blue tie was perfectly straight, casting a quick charm on your skirt to get rid of any creases or wrinkles. Tying your hair back into a perfect half up half down style, you did a once over in the mirror before slipping on your shoes and grabbing your leather school bag.

You slid your wand into your robe pocket and walked down to the great hall, slipping into your usual spot next to your friend Cho Chang. She said a small ‘Hello’ before taking a bite of her toast, you smiled as you loaded some food onto your plate.

You both preferred to sit in silence in the morning, saving the gossiping for later in the day in the courtyard. Once it was time to go to class, and your first class of the day was positions. This class was a mix of Slytherins and Ravenclaws, which wasn’t a huge problem as the two houses were more peaceful together than other combinations.

You walked into the classroom and walked over to your desk, which you shared with a fellow Ravenclaw. As everyone piled into the room, Snape was standing at the front of the room seemingly waiting for everyone to arrive before speaking. “Today you will be brewing the Edurus Potion, I will be picking new partners.” At this a few groans were heard throughout the classroom, mostly from Slytherins. Snape’s eyes scanned throughout the classroom before he started listing new partners, said people moving around the room to get to their new spot.

“__ with Malfoy.” You sighed, although Malfoy had never bullied you in particular you still aren't fond of his attitude. You picked up your bag and walked over to the empty seat next to Malfoy. Despite his attitude you knew he excelled in potions, and you did too so this will be an easy grade for the both of you. As soon as everyone got into their groups, Snape wrote the page needed on the board and told everyone to get to work. You grabbed your potions book out of your bag and flipped to the page on the board, you noticed Draco stood next to you not getting his book.

You looked over at him, “do you not have your potions book?” He clicked his tongue, “left it in my dorm.” You only hummed and slid it to the space in between you two, “could you get the ingredients while i prepare the cauldron?” He hummed and read over the needed ingredients before going to gather them.

As time went on throughout the class Draco noticed how polite you were being with him despite his.. personality. So he slowly stopped being so rude and just hummed and followed your lead, not really up to being a jerk at the moment. Finally the potion turned the correct color and you raised your hand, only lowering it once Snape walked towards you two.

He looked at the both of you before looking down at the potion, “Twenty points to both Slytherin and Ravenclaw.” You couldn't help but smile as Snape rarely gave points to other houses besides Slytherin. “Thank you professor.” Snape hummed shortly before dramatically walking with his robe blowing behind him. Eventually class had ended and you said a polite ‘Bye’ to Malfoy before exiting the class.

As the day passed on Malfoy couldn’t forget about you, of course he saw small glimpses of you in the halls and in class. He knew of your blood line and your parents due to his father mentioning them one time but he couldn’t remember why.

Once all his classes were over he met up with his group of friends in the courtyard, they rarely sat outside but today was a nice day with a small gust of wind every now and then. They all sat near the tree, where that incident occurred with him becoming a ferret. As Pansy was gossiping with Enzo and Blaise he noticed you stroll in the courtyard alongside Cho Chang.

He never knew you two were friends but as he thought it over it made sense. You were quite similar but despite that his eyes stayed on you and watched you two sit down on the grass, your legs layed out crossed and you propped yourself up with your arms behind you.

He watched as you two conversed, but as you let out a laugh he noticed how loud it was. Usually this would irritate him but he felt how his stomach fluttered. He clicked his tongue and looked back over to his friends, not missing Pansy’s eyebrow raise signifying she caught him staring at the girl.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the conversation with his friends, not noticing the new pair of eyes on him from across the courtyard.

As you and Cho caught up your eyes caught sight of the familiar platinum hair, taking a double look as you stared at him smiling with his friends. No doubt they were gossiping about something, you felt how your ears burned whenever he had a devilish smirk on his face as Blaise whispered something in his ear. Probably about some Gryffindor you thought.

You only looked away as you heard Cho let out a small gasp, turning back to her as she had her brows raised. “__ are you staring at Malfoy?” Her voice waved as she said his name, as if it was some curse. You only shrugged, “he’s pleasant to the eye.” Her shocked expression turned into a judgy look.

You sighed, knowing what was coming. “You cannot like him __ he's a bully, and it’s rumored he's a death eater .” As she said the last part he voice lowered significantly. You huffed, “Cho I appreciate the advice but I doubt i’ll even speak to him.” She hummed, “well whatever you do just remember who he is at least.” You nodded and the conversation shifted back to normal.

As the days passed on you noticed that Snape continuously paired you and Malfoy together although you didn't mind it anymore. He lost the snarky attitude and was more relaxed around you, mostly letting you take the lead in the potion making unless you needed help.

Though today you had to stay in your dorm, suddenly getting hit with a cold. You never minded getting a bit sick, using it as an excuse to take a rare break from school.

Whenever you came back the next day you were on the way to potions whenever someone fell into pace next to you. You looked over and couldn’t contain the surprised expression on your face whenever you see Malfoy next to you.

“Where were you yesterday?” His voice was smooth and firm as he spoke, looking straight ahead. You said a small ‘oh’ before readjusting the strap of your bag that was perched on your shoulder. “I had a small cold.” He clicked his tongue, “Why didn’t you get a healing potion from Madam Pomfret?” You shrugged your shoulders. “I used it as an excuse to rest, as I rarely take days off from school.

He huffed “Never miss again, I was stuck with Goyle that git made me do all the work.”

You smiled slightly, “isn't that your friend.” He rolled his eyes, “barely, he just follows me around.” As you both arrived to potions he held the door open for you, both of you walking into the class. Before you two could separate to your respective seats Snape called you both to his desk. You looked over at Malfoy with a raised brow and he shrugged slightly to show he had no idea either.

You both walked to the professor’s desk and stood in front of it, he didn’t look up from the paper he had in his hand as he spoke. “You two will be partners for the rest of the year.” Your eyes widened slightly and you glanced over at Malfoy before looking back to your professor. He waved you two off and the both of you awkwardly walked over to his desk.

“Do you know what that was about?” You turned to the blonde with a curious look, he only shook his head as he glared at Snape.

Draco knew what Snape was doing, he knew as soon as Snape met his eyes from across the room with a barely noticeable smirk. He huffed and knew to mention it to his father over winter break.

Thankfully today the work was just a two page front and back assignment, writing in detail about a potion of your choice that you've brewed in class this year. You turned to Malfoy, “what potion are you doing?” He lifted his head from looking down at his parchment, “Im doing amortentia.” You hummed, nodding “I think i’ll do that too.”

You two began to write in silence, the only sound coming from the shared table was your quill’s against parchment and the occasional tapping from you as you pondered your next sentence.

Eventually you finished your paper’s, quickly reading over it to make sure it was to your standards before standing up and handing the papers over to snape. As you walked back to your seat a foot stuck out into the walkway and before you could register it you tripped over. Letting out a gasp, you caught your on your palms as you fell so your face didn't smack against the cobble floor. As you stood you heard Snape rather loudly say “Detention to you Nott.”

You stood up, aware of how red your face had become due to embarrassment. You ran your hand’s over your uniform before quickly shuffling back over to your seat. As you sat back down Malfoy turned to you, “You alright?” You nodded, “‘m fine, just a bit embarrassed.” A sheepish smile spread on your face, Draco couldn't help as his face flushed slightly whenever you smiled.

Once the class ended you took your time packing up your bag, letting out a breath as you pushed open the door. Draco was leaning against the wall, pushing himself off of it once you exited the classroom. Once again he fell into a pace next to you, “Malfoy aren't you friends with Nott?” He clicked his tongue “Sadly.” You huffed out a small laugh, “do you know why he did that?” He only shook his head, “No but i’ll make sure he apologizes.” You looked over at him with a smile, “Thanks.” He smiled back at you, saying bye as he went down the hall to his next class.

Throughout the day your face flushed as you remembered Draco’s smile, something he rarely did towards anyone that wasn't his friends. Are you and Draco friends? You hummed to yourself and saved that question for later.

You decided you would do a bit of studying for your Transfiguration test you had next week, liking to be ahead of your studies. You collected the needed supplies from your dorm before venturing to the library, finding a secluded spot near a window. You set up all your things and took a seat, quickly getting sucked into your studies that you didn't notice the pair of footsteps coming up behind you.

Draco smirked as he noticed you weren't paying attention to your surroundings, sneaking up behind you. He lifted his hands and placed them on your shoulders “boo.” He pulled away as you yelped slightly, turning around in your chair with a glare. He only smirked at you as you glared at him, he moved to sit down in the chair across from you.

You huffed and placed your quill down, taking the opportunity to take a small break. “That was not funny Malfoy.” You shook your head as he only shrugged, “I found it funny.” You rolled your eyes, “of course you did.” He watched as you stretched your arms, taking notice that you’ve probably been here for at least an hour by now.

You picked up your quill again, looking back down at your parchment as you spoke “are we friends Malfoy?” He raised his brows at this, straightening his posture a bit. “Do you want to be friends?” You looked up at him, “If you want to, then yes.” As you spoke that ever so charming smile slid onto his face again, causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies.

From then on you called him Draco, and he addressed you by your first name rather than your last. It became a habit for the both of you to walk to and from potions, chatting about any new drama the two of you heard or about a new assignment in a class.

Of course Draco’s friends picked up on this, watching as he glanced at the Ravenclaw table during meals, how he watched you as you passed him in the halls, how he would constantly be talking to you potions no matter how many times Snape told him to be quiet.

Honestly they were a bit shocked at first, but once they all spoke about it they realized it made perfect sense. You both had well respected families, both of you were physically attractive people, your grades were as good as Draco’s and some were even better, and your personality perfectly balanced with his.

One weekend all of them were lounging in the common room, Draco sitting by himself in one of the armchairs, Pansy sitting on a pillow with her back against the couch Blaise and Theodore were on, with Enzo and Mattheo on the other couch. Pansy clicked her tongue, “Y'know Draco we would all love to meet that little Ravenclaw you always hang out with.” At this Draco tensed, he knew how his friends were and he wondered how you would react to their personalities.

Enzo hummed in agreement, “yea you're constantly staring at her during dinner, kinda creepy dude.” At this Draco rolled his eyes, “I do not, but I guess I can ask her.” He looked away as he thought it over, I mean if you can deal with him then why wouldn't you like his friends.

The next day it was a Saturday which meant no classes, so you were seated in the library reading a muggle book called ‘little women’. You never cared much about bloodstatus, although your parents were a bit more prejudiced. As you were reading you heard as Draco walked towards you, immediately knowing it was him from the way it sounded. You lifted your head as soon as he rounded the bookshelf corner, you smiled at him and made room for him on the small bay window seat. He slid into the seat next to you, not caring as your legs brushed against one another.

“Hi Draco” you closed your book but made sure to remember the page number. He offered you the soft smile that seemingly was only reserved for you. “Hi __, I have a question for you.” You hummed at this, turning your full attention to him. You noticed he was a bit hesitant so you smiled as a way to tell him to continue, “yknow my friends right?” At this you nodded, remembering how Nott tripped you in class a couple of weeks ago.

He glanced away for a moment before looking back at you, “well they’ve noticed we’re friends, and well they are nosy. They want to meet you, but if you don't want to, I completely understand.” He was silently referring to the incident with Theodore, knowing why you would be hesitant. He noticed how you drifted off into thought before nodding, “where would it be?” He couldn’t help but smile, “In our common room, tomorrow.” You smiled and nodded.

The next day you met up with Draco in the dungeons right outside the portrait to enter the Slytherin common room. He pushed off the wall once you neared, “if you want to leave just let me know alright?” You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. If Draco was honest was a bit nervous, over the past few weeks he’s grown to like you. A bit more than he realized, and he knew that if you couldn't handle his friends he would have to forget such feelings.

He said the password as the portrait opened, you trailed behind him into the common room. Immediately it was evidently different from the Ravenclaw one, but it was nice nonetheless. You spotted Draco’s group that was sprawled around couches near the fire as you two walked over to the group.

You and him sat down on the unoccupied couch, and you looked around noticing literally all of them were staring at you. Immediately you could tell it would be hard to win over Nott, and Riddle but that didn't bother you. You turned to Pansy who was in the armchair near the couch you were, she had a curious look in her eye as she looked at you. You offered her a smile, “what lipstick do you use? It’s gorgeous.” You were being completely honest, you loved the dark red lipstick she was wearing. At this she immediately smiled as she told you the name and brand, complimenting your hair.

Once Blaise saw Pansy talking to you he butted in and joined in, along with Enzo. Draco smiled to himself, immediately recognizing that you and Pansy would get along quickly. He was nervous about her, knowing her tendency to be a bit too blunt. Theodore snickered to himself as he looked at Draco, which caught his attention. “What?” Theodore only shook his head as he smirked, “you're whipped.”

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[solarswonderland]

jamie campbell bower's twitter is HILARIOUS

[stareggie]

remus: i could fix him-

regulus: and i could make him beg like a whore. what’s your point?

[the-original-gays]

James was the mum friend in a "wraps you in a soft blanket and makes you tea when you're not feeling well" way.

Sirius needed someone to love him.

Remus needed someone to accept him.

Peter needed someone to value him.

And James made sure each of them went to bed smiling.

Regulus was the mum friend in a "chasing you around the house screaming at you to not put forks in the plug sockets" way.

Evan had no regard for safety, his own or others.

Barty has no impulse control.

Pandora did dangerous experiments on a daily basis.

Dorcas would do just about anything if you paid her enough.

And Regulus was just trying to keep those fucking idiots alive.

[digitkame]

3 professors forced to share a hotel room during a travel to a wizard expo ... due to budget cut because Hogwarts have sustained yet another annual Voldemort-related disaster( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[hpseeker99]

The Daily Prophet: Three people have reportedly broken into the Gringotts. McGonagall, scoffing: What idiots *Front cover on the daily prophet, showing Harry, Ron, and Hermione riding a dragon out of the building* McGonagall: Wait, those are my idiots

[dittos-blog-dylanobrien]

Can you guys PLEASE stop tagging (character) X reader IF ITS NOT THAT CHARACTER 😭 I'm sick and tired of searching (character) X reader and it's every different character possible X reader like😭😭

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

rest in peace, maggie smith and thank you for everything, headmistress mcgonagall

[sweetnnaivete]

breaking my silence! reducing lily evans to a perfect girlboss is just as bad as reducing her to a wife and mother

[karo-li]

sometimes i feel like my drawings look like child's doodles 🫡

[msmk11]

Pretty Boy

Harry Potter x fem!reader

WC: 563

CW: mentions of the Dursleys being neglectful; FLUFF

Summary: You love to make your boyfriend embarassed

Day 21 of mk's mad dash

Sadly, your boyfriend grew up without any affection from his family. So, it was no surprise that any affection he was shown was foreign to him. And, in some cases, maybe even a little embarrassing. You remembered the early days of your relationship- how even a peck on his cheek or a hug would make him blush furiously. With time, of course, he became more comfortable in your affection and even initiated it himself. Still, occasionally, you were able to bring back out his shy side, intentionally or not. 

In this instance, you were very intentional about trying to make your boyfriend blush. After he’d called you pretty girl a few weeks ago and left you a flustered mess, you were determined to get revenge. 

You decided to act completely unassuming, only throwing the term of endearment back in his face when he was most vulnerable and sweet in your arms. 

After a long Friday of classes, you brought Harry back to your dorm to cuddle and relax, simply enjoying one another’s presence. You snuck some food from the kitchens that now left you both feeling stuffed and satisfied. In your current position you were laying sprawled out, back on the bed and Harry nearly entirely on top of you.

In your post-dinner bliss, you two had gone mostly silent, reveling in each other’s company and touch. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through Harry’s wild black hair, pursuing a pointless mission of trying to untangle his curls. 

Your boyfriend’s face was buried in your neck, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to your skin when the urge presented itself. 

When your fingers made their way to the nape of his neck, Harry hummed softly against you.

“Feel good, Haz?”

“Yeah, baby. So good. Love when you play with my hair,” he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, “Good. You deserve to be spoiled, you know.”

“Why? ‘Cos my parents are dead?” he mumbled.

To those who didn’t know your boyfriend, this type of comment would’ve left them floored. But for you, who was used to his dark humor, you only laughed disbelievingly, squeezing his arm chidingly, “Harry!”

“Well?”

You pressed another fond kiss against his skin, this time to his cheek, “You deserve to be spoiled because I love you and because you’re a sweet boy.”

Then more quietly you whispered, “my sweet boy.”

Harry raised his head from its home in your neck and pecked your lips lovingly, “love you, baby.”

You knew that now was the time to strike. 

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Your boyfriend’s face went from loving to embarrassed in seconds, his brown skin coloring red. 

He whined and buried his face back in your neck.

“What’s wrong my love,” you asked teasingly.

“You know what’s wrong,” he grumbled, “you did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Harry looked back up at you, the most adorable pout gracing his lips, “You called me…. pretty boy…. just to make me embarrassed.”

“I said what I meant,” you answered honestly, “though the teasing was a benefit.”

Your boyfriend continued to pout at you, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you reminded him, “Otherwise you wouldn’t feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

And damn him, because now you were the one left a blushing mess.

[mssorceressupreme]

You Belong With Me | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: it almost felt like unrequited love to you, until you agreed to go to the Yule ball with George, causing his twin brother to get jealous.

Warnings/tags: jealousy, arguing, dancing in the rain, kissing in the rain (when's it gonna be my turn), mutual pining, fred longs for you <3, ending is soo fluffy

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The cool autumn breeze swept across the courtyard as you and Hermione lounged on a stone bench, basking in a rare moment of calm amidst the Yule Ball frenzy that had overtaken the castle. The two of you were deep in conversation, discussing something far removed from the glittering event.

Hermione was talking about her fascination with ancient runes, her voice animated.

“I just think it’s incredible,” she said, her fingers tracing an invisible symbol in the air. “Languages so old they’ve shaped magic itself. Imagine being able to read something no one else in the room understands.”

You smiled, leaning back against the bench. “I’ll stick to words I can actually pronounce, thanks. Besides, isn’t it enough that half the textbooks at this school might as well be in a foreign language?”

Hermione laughed softly. “Fair point. But honestly, there’s something thrilling about deciphering mysteries.”

You were about to respond when Cho Chang appeared, her face lit up like a thousand fairy lights. “Guess what?” she exclaimed, plopping down beside Hermione, who immediately brightened at her arrival.

“What?” Hermione asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“Cedric asked me to the ball!” Cho squealed, clutching her hands together.

Your grin mirrored hers. “That’s amazing, Cho! He’s one of the most sought-after guys in school. Everyone’s going to be jealous.”

Cho flushed with delight, her excitement infectious. “I still can’t believe it. He just came up to me after Charms and asked. Like it was nothing!”

The three of you giggled, and soon the conversation shifted to the ball itself—who would ask whom, what dresses to wear, and how the hall might be decorated.

“Have you two thought about who you might ask?” Cho asked, leaning forward with a curious glint in her eyes.

Hermione glanced away, suddenly absorbed in adjusting the clasp of her cloak. “I—I don’t really know yet,” she mumbled.

Your stomach twisted slightly at the question, though you kept your face neutral. “No one in mind,” you said lightly, though your heart was screaming a different answer: Fred.

The thought of him filled your mind, as it often did lately. His quick wit, the sparkle in his eyes when he was planning a prank, the way his laughter could light up the darkest of days. You could barely imagine him asking you, but the hope lingered all the same.

Cho giggled, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Well, whoever you pick, you’ll have to tell me everything! It’s all anyone’s talking about in Ravenclaw Tower.”

The conversation drifted to Potions, which happened to be our next class, but your mind remained on Fred. Would he ask someone else?

___

The next afternoon, the library was quieter than usual, save for the occasional scratch of quills on parchment. You were deeply engrossed in your Potions notes when George slid into the seat beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a grin, tossing a book onto the table.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Shouldn’t you be off plotting your next big prank with Fred?”

He clutched his chest with a dramatic gasp. “Ouch. I’m perfectly capable of studying, thank you very much.”

You chuckled, turning back to your notes as he whipped out his textbook.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm of studying, punctuated by George’s occasional quips and your amused replies. It was comfortable, even fun. Halfway through, he leaned closer, his tone suddenly earnest.

“So, the Yule Ball,” he started, tapping his quill against the table.

You looked up, curious. “What about it?”

He grinned, though there was something tentative about it. “Well, I was wondering if you’d go with me.”

Your heart stuttered. For a split second, you pictured Fred’s face instead of George’s, and disappointment flooded your chest.

But then you saw the hope in George’s eyes and felt a sense of guilt. He was lovely in his own right, and you couldn’t imagine saying no to someone so kind.

“Sure,” you said after a moment, offering a small smile. “I’d love to Georgie.”

He was one of your closest friends after all, how could you say no to George? Besides, at least you wouldn't be attending the ball alone. ___

Later that day, you found yourself in the Great Hall during study period. The long tables were packed with students working on essays and assignments, and the low hum of conversation filled the space. You sat with Hermione, Harry, and Ron, your quill scratching against the parchment as you tried to focus.

The doors swung open, and your heart skipped a beat as Fred entered, his presence commanding the room without even trying. His tie was slightly askew, his hair tousled in that effortlessly handsome way of his.

You quickly looked down at your parchment, forcing yourself to concentrate. But then Fred sat across from you, and ignoring him became impossible.

“Looking forward to the ball?” he asked casually, his eyes meeting yours.

You managed a nod. “Yeah, should be fun.” If you went with me.

George, seated beside you, grinned and announced loudly, “Right?We’re going together!”

The group erupted in congratulations. “So, you two, huh?” Ron teased, his eyebrows waggling.

You forced a smile as the attention turned to you and George. Across the table, Fred’s expression fell, though he quickly masked it with a laugh.

"You two? That'll be entertaining. Best put extra protection over your toes Y/N, George isn't exactly the best dancer."

The laughter around the table grew louder, students chiming in with their own quips and jokes about the Yule Ball. You tried to join in, but your focus kept slipping back to Fred.

Every time George leaned closer to you or made you laugh, Fred’s jaw tightened, his fingers drumming against the table in a steady, agitated rhythm.

George, oblivious to his twin’s mood, grinned and nudged you with his elbow. “You’ll see, Y/N. Fred might think he’s the charming one, but wait until you’re spinning across the dance floor with me. I’ll have you thinking I invented the waltz.”

Fred scoffed audibly, folding his arms. “Yeah, right. And she’ll probably need a Healer for her toes by the end of the night. Smooth moves, George.”

George chuckled, brushing off the jab. “Jealous much, Freddie?”

That struck a nerve. Fred’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. “Jealous? Of you? You’re dreaming, mate.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t act like it’s a crime for her to have a decent time at the ball.”

“Decent time? That’s rich, coming from the guy who can’t even sit still during dinner without knocking something over.”

George’s grin faltered, his tone sharpening. “What’s your problem? You’ve been acting like this since I asked her.” He asked, loud enough for only him and Fred to hear. But George, knew exactly what was up.

“Maybe my problem is you jumping in when you knew—” Fred stopped abruptly, clenching his jaw as if he’d said too much.

The table grew quieter as Snape walked by, making sure students were doing work without chatting away, a few heads turning toward the brewing tension. Your heart raced as you glanced between them, unsure whether to step in.

“Knew what, Fred?” George pressed, his own temper starting to rise.

Fred opened his book, a little too harshly, his voice low but laced with frustration. “Forget it. Enjoy your ‘decent time,’ George.”

Not long after, you all found yourselves immersed in studying.

Moments later, Fred tossed a note to Ron, saying “Get a move on, or all the good ones will have gone.”

Ron groaned. “Who are you going with, then?”

Fred didn’t reply. Instead, he rolled another paper ball and lobbed it at Angelina, who turned to Fred, mouthing "What?"

He asked her to the ball. He asked her to the ball. When she nodded in response, your chest tightened painfully.

You felt your chest constrict as you watched the exchange. He asked Angelina. The words echoed in your mind, drowning out the noise around you.

You buried your face in your parchment, pretending to be absorbed in your work, but Hermione’s hand on your arm told you she saw right through you.

Fred glanced at you briefly, his gaze almost apologetic, but you refused to meet his eyes. Instead, you leaned closer to Hermione, trying to block him out.

Whatever, you were going with George anyway, why did Fred matter.

___

The night of the ball arrived, and you met George at the entrance. He was charming as ever, complimenting your dress with a sincere warmth that made you feel beautiful.

“You look stunning,” George said as he approached, his grin warm and genuine.

“Thanks, and you look very handsome” you replied, offering a small smile as he led you inside.

The Hall was breathtaking, transformed into a winter wonderland. But as your eyes scanned the room, they immediately found Fred, your heart faltered at the sight of him with Angelina. He looked devastatingly handsome in his dress robes, his hair neatly combed, though still with that familiar unruly edge.

Fred caught your eye for a fleeting moment, his lips curving into a faint smile, but he quickly turned away. You forced yourself to smile and focused on George, determined not to let your emotions show.

“Let’s say hi,” George suggested, steering you toward his twin.

Fred’s eyes met yours as you approached, and for a moment, everything else faded away. But then he turned to Angelina, jealousy flashing in his gaze before he quickly hid it.

The night went on, the music swelling and laughter filling the air. You danced with George, smiled for the photos, and laughed with friends, but your heart wasn’t in it. Fred was never far from your thoughts, and you couldn’t stop glancing his way.

You sat at the table with George, Lee and Oliver, having some punch to hydrate yourselves after all that dancing.

Across the room, Fred’s gaze kept finding you, a flicker of longing evident in his eyes, though you never noticed.

When he wasn't looking, your eyes found him, and when you glanced away, his gaze found you.

You watched as he laughed with Angelina, something stirred inside you, wishing that was you. Around the room, couples were dancing happily, laughter echoing throughout the room which you drowned out.

You always knew you liked Fred, but this was the first time your emotions felt stronger than ever. You'd never dare admit it, but your heart ached for him, and tonight was the tipping point.

Turning to George, you excused yourself for some air, slipping out into the courtyard as tears welled up.

The first raindrops began to fall as you sat on a bench, cold air biting against your skin as your tears slowly spilled over despite your efforts to hold them back.

You didn't care about the rain; you just sat there.

___

Back inside, Fred’s eyes followed you as you left, a slight frown played upon his lips as he watched you scurry out.

“Go,” Angelina said softly, nudging him.

“What?” Fred asked, startled.

“She likes you, Fred. And it’s obvious you like her too, I see the way you look at her. Stop being an idiot and do something about it.” She chuckled.

Realisation dawned on his face, and without another word, he ran after you.

The rain was pouring by the time he found you. Without thinking, he took off his blazer and held it over your head as he approached. You looked up seeing a tall figure tower over you, holding a blazer over you.

He got soaked, but didn't mind one bit, as long as it kept you dry.

“Mind some company?” he asked, sitting beside you, now extending the blazer over his head too, leaving the two of you huddled under his blazer together.

“Fred, just go,” you said, not looking at him.

“Not a chance,” he replied, his voice soft. “You shouldn’t be out here alone. Crying, no less.”

You turned to him, your heart breaking all over again. “Shouldn’t you be with Angelina?”

Fred shook his head. “There’s nothing between us." He continued, "You do know that she has a thing for George, right?”

“Then why didn’t you—” You stopped yourself, unable to finish the thought.

“Because I was too much of a coward to ask you,” Fred admitted, his voice raw. “George knew that, so he stepped in, he just needed to push my buttons that git. But it’s always been you. Only you.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world stood still.

“Fred...”

“I mean it,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “You’re the one I’ve wanted all along.”

Tears welled up again, but this time they were different. You laughed softly, shaking your head. “How did the wrong twin ask the wrong date to the ball?”

Fred chuckled, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “Guess we’re both idiots.”

You leaned closer, and Fred closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made everything else fade away.

The kiss was as sweet as his words were, you tasted a linger of punch he drank from earlier, "Mhm, sweet." You giggled. He smiled into the kiss, before leaning back in for another kiss, removing the blazer from above so he could hold you closer to him.

Fred pulled you closer by the waist, holding you like he was going to lost you. "Merlin, you're the most beautiful girl to ever exist." He complimented sincerely.

You blushed, looking down, "Stop it..." you scoff but bit back a smile.

His inspected your face, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, smiling as he did so. The look of love. And you into his, those warm hazel eyes you always dreamed of, finally looking at you in this light.

The soft hum of music floated through the night air, carried from the Great Hall to the quiet courtyard. The sound of a slow, enchanting melody was muffled by the rain but still audible enough to make your heartpace increase.

“They’re playing a slow one now,” he said, his gaze fixed on you.

His hazel eyes warmer than the rain, a playful yet nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Dance with me.”

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “What?”

“Dance with me,” he repeated, standing up and holding a hand out to you. Raindrops clung to his hair, the dim light from the castle casting a faint glow around him. “It’d be a shame to let a good song go to waste.”

You stared at his hand, your heart fluttering as you hesitated. “Fred, it’s raining.”

“All the better.” He grinned, his usual confidence creeping back into his voice. “Come on, Y/N. You’re already soaked, and we’re already out here. What’ve we got to lose?”

Despite yourself, you laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re absurd.”

“And yet, here you are, sitting next to me.” He wiggled his fingers, his hand still extended. “Now, are you going to make me stand here looking like a git, or are you going to dance with me?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your face. With a sigh of surrender, you placed your hand in his, letting him pull you to your feet.

The rain was cool against your skin as Fred tugged you closer, one hand resting lightly on your waist, the other still holding your hand.

You hesitated, unsure of where to place your free hand, and he chuckled, guiding it to his shoulder.

“There,” he said softly. “Not so hard, is it?”

The music from the hall swirled around you both as he began to sway, leading you gently. You stumbled at first, unprepared for the sudden closeness, but Fred’s grip was steady, his steps smooth and sure.

“You’re not bad at this,” you teased, looking up at him.

He smirked. “Told you. Miles better than Georgie.”

That made you laugh, and the sound seemed to light up his whole face. The tension from earlier melted away, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the music or the rain.

The world around you blurred, the rain and the music creating a cocoon of quiet intimacy. Fred twirled you unexpectedly, making you gasp before pulling you back against him, his grin wide and mischievous.

“Show-off,” you said breathlessly.

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice softer now, his teasing tone giving way to something more sincere.

You looked up at him, rainwater dripping from your hair, and for a moment, you forgot about the ball, about Angelina, about anything else. It was just Fred—Fred with his warm eyes, his heartfelt grin, and his hands that held you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Fred…” you started, unsure of what you wanted to say.

But he stopped swaying, his hand gently brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. “It’s always been you, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched, his words sinking in like the rain soaking through your clothes. “Fred, I—”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interrupted, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I just…I needed you to know.”

For a moment, you stood there, staring at him, the music from the hall swelling in the background. Then, without thinking, you leaned up on your toes, closing the space between you.

The kiss was soft and slow, rain falling around you as if the world had stopped for just the two of you. Fred’s hand cupped your face gently, the other still resting on your waist, pulling you closer. When you finally pulled back, he was grinning, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, how’s this for a Yule Ball memory?” he asked, his voice warm and teasing.

You laughed, your cheeks flushing despite the cold. “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” he said, spinning you one last time before pulling you back into his arms. “Because I don’t think I’m letting you go anytime soon.”

And as the rain continued to fall and the music from the Great Hall drifted through the night, you realised that, for once, you didn’t mind getting soaked.

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Y/n: I don’t really like people, but you’re okay, I guess.

Theo: I'm your boyfriend.

Y/n: Huh, so that's why.

Theo: