#harry potter x chubby reader

[ginevrapng]

they've had such a long tiring day and they miss you terribly. all they want to do is lay on your lap while you play with his hair. his day perks up when he sees you though.

he sneaks up behind you and you're unaware he's there, that is, until he grabs a hold on your plush tummy and squeezes you, causing you to squeal. you've never really liked having someone pinch or grab your stomach, most people wouldn't and you always slap people's hands away, these people meaning your boyfriend. who takes immense pleasure out of the situation feeling your soft round body spill between his fingers, heavenly.

he could listen to the noises you make out of surprise when it happens all of the time. when you grumble afterwards about how he's such a meanie. you'll grumble and complain about it halfheartedly but never straight up tell him to stop, if you did he would. he just grins every time. a laugh escapes their mouth every single time, you yelp and jump away from him. every time he greets you the same way. he always making up any excuse he can to be able to get his hands on you. grab, pull, pinch, squeeze, squish they're doing it, they can't get enough of you and your soft body, they love you so much.

GEORGE, dean, sirius, lee, JAMES, ron, barty, seamus, blaise, evan.

[chubbyreaderwriter]

I have a long request ahahaha can u make a chubby reader x Voldemort/tom riddle story? like where the reader tries to be friends with them but they get annoyed but when time pass by he slowly gets used to it and enjoys the readers presence until one day the reader stops because of some paired up project with harry or whoever character you use and he gets jealous but won't admit it can this be angst and fluff HAHSHSJ sorry if this is long hope you consider this!

I Don’t Share (My Project Partners)

Tom Riddle x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: You somehow manage to wriggle your way into Tom's heart but he's not the only one suddenly enamoured with you. Too bad he's never been good at sharing.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: none

Masterlist

You were out of breath rushing to your Potions class praying to Merlin that Professor Slughorn was in one of his quirky moods again and hadn’t noticed that you were missing for the first five minutes of class. Quietly sneaking in through the half opened door, you took the first open seat you could find which just so happened to be right next to Tom Riddle, a Half-Blood Slytherin you had seen around the castle a few times before. He was a strange boy, kept to himself most of the time and you rarely saw him with other people but you hadn’t taken much notice of him before that morning in all honesty.

You let out a sigh of relief as you seemed to have arrived undetected, placing your Potions book in front of you. You peeked over at Tom’s book to see what page you should be on and he quickly shut his book to stop you. You raised your gaze and saw him glaring at you, “If you wanted to know what page we should be reading, you should have arrived on time to be instructed by the professor.” You scoffed at him, “Oh come on, I was running a little late just this once, there’s really no need to be so mean.” Tom didn’t respond to you, turning his attention back to his book that he had angled in a way that you were unable to see the page number. You waited until you heard Slughorn mumbled some keywords to another student and successfully found the page number after a brief scroll through. You shot a smug little smile at Tom who only sneered back in your direction.

You spent the rest of the class in silence, well apart from you muttering to yourself and Tom’s occasional scoff in disagreement from it (not that he was listening to you). The class ended and Tom wasted very little time getting as far away from you as possible. You frowned, he was so rude. ‘Hm’ you thought to yourself ‘maybe he just needs a friend’.

Tom had disregarded your encounter with him as a one off. Two days had passed and he hadn’t seen any more of you since Potions class. He wasn’t overly fond of people to start with and especially not unorganised, intrusive girls like you who’s sole purpose seemed to be to ruin the silence and peace he had created around himself. He was walking towards Transfiguration when a certain familiar figure came into his eyesight. You’d been walking alone in the corridor as well, heading back to your friends after visiting the loo when you spotted Tom. You gave him a smile and wave, walking over to him. Tom didn’t halter in his movements, walking straight past you with only a look of distaste being shot your way.

Unfortunately for Tom, you had never been one to give up so easily. You pursued, having to jog a little to fall into step with him, “Hey, listen, I’m sorry if I annoyed you or crossed some kind of line by sitting next to you but it really wasn’t personal, that was just the closest seat I could find.��� Tom turned his head to briefly glance at you before continuing his walk. This time you didn’t follow. Mentally, he let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was now all over and done with. The two of you going back to forgetting the other exists.

Well, his hopes of that came crashing down when you plopped yourself down next to him that afternoon for Potions once again. This time you were a few minutes early and plenty of other seats available, showing him that you’d chosen to sit next to him this time. The only visible tell of his annoyance was the exaggeration of a vein on his forehand next to his left temple. “What gives you any idea that I want you sitting next to me?” You shrugged and set up your books in front of you, “I mean, you didn’t answer me earlier so I figured it would be okay.” You ended your sentence with a warm smile at him and he had to admit he was a little taken aback by your oblivious demeanour. He wasn’t too sure whether you were just that naïve and honestly didn’t pick up on his body language or if you were doing this on purpose to get a rise out of him. Either way, he wasn’t going to humour your antics.

He clenched his jaw and turned his attention to the Professor, trying his best to ignore you next to him. Your many attempts at small talk had been shut down and ignored throughout the two hour period. The only words you managed to get out of him were at the end of class when the bell rang. He turned to you and spoke low so that nobody else would hear, “If you sit there again, I’ll hex you into next week do you understand?” Tom didn’t hang about for your reply, instead scurrying off to the Slytherin common room you supposed as it had been your last class for the day. You folded your arms and sighed as you pondered, he would be one tough cookie to crack but you’d break him out of his shell eventually, you knew it.

___ Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw you in his usual seat, the one next to where you had resided in the last class. You were sat with your hands in your lap until you turned your head and saw him stood in the doorway. With a large grin on your face, you waved him over. Seething with each step, Tom grit his teeth and stood to the side of you, “Are you completely incompetent as well as deaf?” It was infuriating the way you continued to smile at him as he insulted you, “You said you’d hex me if I sat there again, so I sat here instead. You don’t mind taking the right side this time do you? Or would you like to stop threatening me and I can give you your old seat back?”

“Mr Riddle, this is most peculiar for you, why aren’t you seated my boy?” Both of you turned your attention to Professor Slughorn in the centre of the classroom. You then glanced around the room and noticed that everyone was looking at the two of you now. You bit your lip feeling a bit self conscious with so many eyes on you even though you knew they were really only focusing on Tom. Said boy stood up straight, “Forgive me Professor, I was distracted.” He quickly sat down next to you, making Slughorn exude a small content noise before continuing on about Veritaserum and how it has developed over the years. You winced, whispering to him, “I’m sorry, I feel like that was partially my fault.” Tom clenched his jaw to prevent him from losing his calm composure, “It was entirely your fault. Do tell me, why are you insisting on pestering me all of a sudden? Is it not amusing enough to fail your own classes that you have to try to drag me down to your level in mine?”

You leaned your elbow on the table and rested your head in your palm, rolling your eyes at Tom, “Why do I have to have some sinister motive to talk to you? I was just trying to be your friend.” Your confession didn’t rouse anything else from Tom but he didn’t feel anger as much as he did curiosity at that moment. Why would you want to be his friend? He didn’t need friends. When he saw you look away in his peripheral vision, he looked over at you, eyeing you up and down before turning back to the parchment paper before him.

___

The next time you had Potions again, you were running late once again, having taken the wrong staircase which set you five minutes behind. When you reached the classroom, there was yet again only a couple open seats, the closest being next to Tom. Professor Slughorn was near the other one so you’d made the quick decision to just slide next to Tom once again. You panted a little and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, taking out your books and parchment. You glanced over at Tom, “Just so you know, it’s not my fault I’m late, those staircase are just so confusing. I’m only sitting here because I didn’t want to get in trouble. Don’t worry this will be the last time.” Tom didn’t look at you or say anything but when you looked over to glance at his book he didn’t hide it this time, allowing you to open it to the correct page just in time as Slughorn came around to make sure everyone was following along.

Despite your words, you had ended up become Tom’s permanent Potions partner. Slughorn had paired the two of you up together once and it just became habit for you to seek out Tom for partner work. He never refused but didn’t exactly accept either, just got straight to work without discussing the plan beforehand. You continued to sit next to Tom over the coming months, you could probably count the times he willingly engaged in conversation with you on one hand but you would always have something to say, using him as some kind of venting therapy, voicing all your issues to. It took Tom a few weeks to be able to tolerate your presence next to him, a few more weeks to start to expect your ramblings and a few more on top of that for him to begin to enjoy your company for a few hours a week.

You were a bit of an enigma that Tom didn’t understand. You were so bubbly and happy in a world that was mostly full of darkness and misery. You had looked at him and instead of avoiding him like many others, you had persisted and persisted until you had managed to worm your way by his side and become quite possibly the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend. You’d never been put down by his lack of responses to your chatting, didn’t frown at his insults, didn’t question why he was the way he was, just immediately accepted him from the start. Part of him had been tempted to manipulate this from the beginning, you were so naive, so gullible; you would’ve believed anything. He could have had you do anything for him, but for some reason, he hadn’t wanted to do that to you. Perhaps it was because you were the first person to show him genuine kindness. You didn’t want to be his friend because you wanted anything, you weren’t doing it to make yourself feel better, your intentions were pure and that was something humanity was very scarce in, indeed.

Even though he didn’t say much (if anything) you could tell that you had made a lot of progress with Tom over the past few months you’d been his Potions partner. You had even started walking together to different classes now. He wouldn’t admit it but you noticed the way he slowed his pace down so that you could keep up with him. You would continue to talk his ear off and would mostly be met with small hums and noises of agreement which was more than enough for you. You were content with being the conversationalist for the both of you, filling him in on updates in your personal life that he would never in a million years ask for.

Tom had now planned you into his routine, it would feel out of place for him to be wandering between classes without you blabbering by his side, gossiping to him about all the drama between your other friends. It was mostly boring gibberish to a scholar such as himself, but deep down he would admit some of the secrets you’d told him were more than interesting to find out; valuable information to possibly hold over people’s head later in life.

___

It was supposed to be a normal wednesday afternoon, you’d end up meeting him in the corridor as he left Herbology and you coming from Magical Creature Studies. You would then chatter in his ear about your class, which he had little to no interest in, creatures of all kinds didn’t pique his interest regardless of if they were magical or not. You would follow him to the Great Hall for dinner before separating for the night. Nevertheless, he found himself hesitating as you were nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t informed him of a change in schedule and he wasn’t aware of you being sick and out of classes either. He only stopped for a moment, spying other students around him. A deep frown settled on his face, why did this feel so wrong?

Trying to keep his thoughts clear, he continued on his journey to the Great Hall, ignoring the lingering concern in the back of his mind at your absence. Once headed to the Slytherin table to take his usual seat, he was very surprised to find you sat there in deep conversation with Orion Black. He didn’t stop, kept walking to his seat which was about 3 feet away from the two of you. He had to force himself not to look at you, troubled as to why he even cared? So what if you were talking to Black, the guy he’s heard many of the sixth year girls label the ‘hottest guy in the year’. He didn’t care. He didnt care that over the course of the next week you had failed to meet up in certain locations as per usual. He didn’t care that you were sat with Black in the library giggling to each other instead of chatting his ear off whilst he sat in silence. He didn’t care that he’d barely got a smile or nod of the head passing in the corridor from you. He didn’t care about any of that and he definitely didn’t miss you.

By the time Potions class came around once more, Tom had a week’s worth of anger and jealousy (though he wouldn’t admit it) bottled up inside of him. He walked into the classroom and stared at the back of your head as you sat in your usual spot, right next to his. He remained silent and stoic as he sat down, keeping his things in a neat pile in front of him. You turned to smile at him, “Hey Tom! How’ve you been?” Tom acted as if you weren’t there, he didn’t turn his head even slightly to acknowledge you. He didn’t even blink at your words. You waved your hand in front of him, “Hello? Anyone there?” You laughed half-heartedly as you joked, the sound dying off as he continued to stare ahead. You followed his eyeline to see if there was something you were supposed to be looking at but it was just Slughorn’s desk which was currently unoccupied by said professor.

His silence stung you, dejectedly making you turn to face the front of the classroom as well. You placed your hands in your lap and fiddled with the fabric of your skirt, biting your bottom lip and lightly bouncing your leg to try and stop any negative emotions from bubbling up. You looked down, at least when he was insulting you, he at least thought of you as worthy enough to speak to. This somehow hurt more, that he was completely ignoring you. Eyes darting around the room, you spied an empty seat next to a Hufflepuff girl you were sort of friends with. Slughorn was at the door greeting others entering the classroom. Quickly gathering your things, you made it over to sit next to her and began making small talk to try and cover up that your feelings were hurt. Only once you left did Tom glance your way. He recognised your fidgeting as a sign that he’d upset you and he was all too annoyed to realise that it hadn’t made him feel better. If anything, he felt even worse now. There was a small ache in his chest at the idea that he had hurt your feelings. It was an unfamiliar ache, he found it bizarre and not a sensation he would be willing to experience again anytime soon.

He remained alone for the rest of the Potions class, scowling and glaring at the book in front of him as though it was the cause of all his misery. As soon as the bell rang to indicate the changing of classes, Tom was all too eager to pack his things and leave, not wanting to chance the idea of bumping into you on the way out.

Deep down he knew he was being somewhat childish but his ego was bruised and he was having to come to terms with the fact that he was struggling to go a single class without being tormenting by the thought of you. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have accused you of slipping him a love potion. But he was far too careful of his surroundings for you to have been successful in such an attempt. No, the cause was a much more complicated realisation. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, as much as he tried to deny it to himself, he had feelings for you and he missed you.

As he lay in his bed in the Slytherin dorm room, wide awake while the symphony of soft snores and heavy breathing filled his ears, he contemplated his options regarding you. He thought about cutting you completely out of the picture, going ‘cold turkey’ from you, as though you were his addiction and he just a lowly junkie waiting to feed off your presence. But those thoughts made his head hurt, caused his chest to tighten in a painful way. The simple truth was, you’d forced your way into his life and he didn’t want to get rid of you.

Hold on a moment.

Tom’s brow furrowed as he thought to himself, why did he have to get rid of you? Surely, he could just get rid of the competition, so to speak. If all he wanted was your full attention once more, then it was Black he needed to eradicate, not you. Yes, he thought as he settled into his covers preparing himself for sleep, that was a much better idea.

He had awoken with a newfound sense of determination. His plans in motion had been set askew and now he just needed to correct them. Perhaps you would come to regret the day you ever sat next to him in Potions class, but it was far too late for that. You had made the mistake of wriggling into his cold heart and you had to pay for that mistake. By never allowing your affections to stray from his side, he could be satisfied. For a little while.

Tom waited until the end of classes that day to catch up with you, not wanting to leave you the excuse of an upcoming class to escape him. It hadn’t taken him long to find you, like him you were a creature of routine and every evening you could be found wandering the halls by the Hufflepuff common room. You’d once confessed to him that you found the paintings to be extra friendly near there, always speaking to them. He had fought to roll his eyes at you at the time, thinking what a waste of precious time to be stood talking to paintings. But his memory served him correct and there you were, stood with your arms behind your back as you walked, smiling at all the paintings before you. He didn’t hesitate to approach you, the soft sounds of his shoes clicking against the hard floor in the empty hallway alerting you to his presence. You turned around and he couldn’t help but compare you to a deer in headlights at how shocked you were, before mentally cursing himself for using such a muggle turn of phrase.

“T-Tom? Fancy seeing you here, I thought you didn’t like these paintings.” Tom gave the works of ‘art’ a brief glance, “I enjoy some paintings, these ones however do not pique my interest in the slightest. No, it is you I’m interested in.” Your eyes widened almost impossibly, as though they were going to bulge out of your head before a wave of confusion and slight anger rose to the surface to overtake all other emotions, “Me? So yesterday you can’t even bring yourself to look and me and today you’re confessing feelings for me? What’s up with that?”

“I never said I had feelings for you.” His stoic expression had you swallowing past a lump in your throat as you realised he was right, he hadn’t said that at all. “O-Oh, well anyways I really must be going, things to do, people to see, you know how it is.” Feeling your cheeks start to burn from the embarrassment, you swiftly turned on your heel and began speed walking away from him. You chewed on your lip, for Merlin’s sake, that was so embarrassing! Too focused on cursing yourself out for letting yourself slip up like that, you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking, or who you were walking into.

A grunt sounded in your ears as you collided into a hard body as you turned the corner. Had it not been for the hands that grabbed your waist, you would have fallen back to the floor. You looked up to see who you had bumped into and you smiled seeing Orion in front of you. “Watch out (Y/L/N), there’s easier ways to get me to fall for you, you know.” You laughed, lightly pushing at his shoulder taking a step back from his intimate hold, “Yeah right, as if.” But Orion took the extra step with you, following you, “Why not? You’re very pretty, and smart. I’m sure it wouldn’t take you long to have me at your feet.” You awkwardly laughed at his words, what the hell? Where was this coming from? Whilst you couldn’t help blushing at his forwardness, you suddenly felt like a little lamb underneath a starved wolf the way Orion was looking at you. “Oh I don’t think so, b-besides I’m taken!” You blurted out, hoping he would believe you.

Black raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as he got further into your personal space once more, “Oh really, and who by?” Orion made a move to touch your face but just as his fingers grazed your skin, his wrist was grabbed in a harsh grip. “Me.” The incredibly familiar deep voice behind you had your head snapping to the side to see Tom glaring down at Orion. Orion looked startled to say the least, trying to pull his hand away out of Tom’s vice-like hold. He didn’t budge, “You even think of looking in her direction again and I’ll kill you.” His eyes showed every ounce of his sincerity behind his threat, letting the words sink in before he let go of Orion, watching him scurry away down the hall, back to his gaggle of ‘friends’ that had left him behind.

He turned his gaze back to you who was staring up at him with flushed cheeks and something in your eyes, possibly admiration? His eyes meeting yours had you looking down at the floor, “Thank you Tom, you didn’t have to do that, you know Black is a huge gossip, he’ll tell the whole school we’re in a relationship by tomorrow lunch.” He watched you chew on your lip after you finished speaking, nervously awaiting his reaction. You expected him to lash out at you, but you only heard a soft hum from him. In confusion, you raised your head to look at him again, “You’re not angry?” Tom made a point of looking you up and down. The intensity of his stare had your cheeks reddening even more and your heart racing. “No. It’s true that your heart belongs to me and I intend to keep it that way.”

Tom started walking off as if he hadn’t just scrambled your entire brain. You spluttered behind him as you rushed to catch up with him, “You can’t just say things like that! My heart is not yours! You’re so big headed.” Tom stopped to fully face you, walking towards you with his long strides that had you scurrying backwards until you were backed up against the wall. He placed a hand above your head and leaned down, relishing in the way your head tilted back to maintain his gaze and the way your chest rose with each shaky breath. His head moved in closer to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. His voice was soft as he spoke, “Deny it again.” Your mouth opened by no words came out, as though your voice had been taken from you. A few moments passed and you had still yet to form any words. Tom smirked as he made the bold move of brushing his lips over yours, being pleasantly surprised by how soft they were. He turned his head to place his mouth next to your ear, “I thought as much. You are mine, (Y/L/N), and I do not share.” And with that he stood up and walked off, leaving you alone against the wall to process the mind-boggling past five minutes. You leaned your head back against the cold brick, now just what had you gotten yourself into?

A/N: Look at me clearing out all my drafts 🤭

[i-am-a-chubby-girl]

Y/N was on a walk in Hogsmeade when her hands simply got cold, but luckily her boyfriend Harry Potter knows what to do.

After years of reading chubby reader fanfics on my sister's account, I plucked up the courage and posted mine! So, this is my first fanfic, of many I hope, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes! That said, I hope you like it!

Title: Cold Hands Words: 2.590 I wrote this while listening to: Winter by Vivaldi, I don't know, it gives me the idea of ​​cold!

HOGSMEADE WAS STILL THE SAME as always the streets full of lively people with dark brick buildings, slightly crooked tiles and wooden stairs and everything seemed to get even better with the winter snow covering everything creating a fluffy white frame for the village. You loved this place, you loved spending your time choosing clothes at Gladrags Wizardwear and buying feathers at the Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, you loved eating sweets at Honeydukes, looking at the window of the Zonko's Joke Shop or drinking a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, everything was like a breath of fresh air. Even though Hogwarts had always been your dream and you almost fainted when you saw the owl carrying your letter, it was still a school and it could become stressful and boring even with magic.

You smile, a slight but contented crook of your teeth, as you bury your nose in your red and yellow scarf, in fact it wasn't your scarf but your boyfriend's, that's why you were pressing the piece of clothing to your face, just to smell it. Harry's scent was still stuck in the fabric of the scarf so even though he wasn't around it was as if you were still with him. A sigh leaves your lips as you remember why your boyfriend wasn't there with you, once again Harry hadn't gotten permission to leave school and so here you were, alone in the cold streets of Hogsmeade.

Okay, the truth is that you didn't come alone, you came with Hermione and Ron and you stayed together for a long time before the Gryffindor girl decided to stay longer at the Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop looking for parchments for who knows what while Weasley had... had... okay, you don't know where the redhead is, but knowing him well he was probably stuffing himself with sweets at Honeydukes or Zonkos with his brothers.

As you walked distractedly, a rush of cold air passed over your body and you shivered. You wanted to know who started spreading the idea that chubby people tended to be warmer than others because he was totally lying, sometimes you were as cold as an ice cube. You blew on your hands trying uselessly to warm them up, the tips of your fingers were already numb at this point, your hands were the parts of your body that felt the coldest... after your feet, obviously.

Giving up on warming your hands, you crossed your arms and pouted your lips a little irritated. The truth was that as much as you liked Hogsmeade, you didn't want to come this time. What you wanted was to stay curled up in your covers in your bed, reading some of your books or chatting with the other girls in your house. But then your boyfriend had the brilliant idea of ​​taking you to Hogsmeade, claiming that you needed to distract yourself after everything that happened. So you had to get permission in two hours, and in the end you ended up alone in the village when all you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend. What upset you the most was that Harry was the one who needed to distract himself the most with everything that happened.This year has been very difficult for him.

No one but you believed him when he said that Voldemort was back, all the Hufflepuffs calling him a murderer, accusing him of killing Cedric and almost killing Sirius Black. Your skin crawls at that, there was no way you could have known, but even so you are sure that if you hadn't thrown yourself between him and Bellatrix and disarmed the Death Eater the man would be dead right now.

Of course this wasn't the best decision you made, your boyfriend fought with you a lot explaining how dangerous it was and now this crazy and insane woman is after you, but even so you don't regret your choice, and as if that wasn't enough there were still those damn tests that everyone in the fifth year had to take, not even Hermione had done so well on them.

Another cold wind hit your body and you were sure you were turning into a popsicle, maybe the best thing to do was to look for a warm place with walls and a roof to shelter you and your cold hands and stay there until it was time to meet up with your friends and go back to Hogwarts and your boyfriend. Maybe you were going to the Three Broomsticks to have a warm Butterbeer, scratch that, you're going to have that Butterbeer, just imagining the taste of the drink has you drooling.

Finally with a destination in mind, you turned on your heel and turned around, your hands needed to hold that warm drink and you needed a lot of Butterbeer to forget how much you missed your boyfriend, but of course today was not your lucky day because as soon as you turned around you came face to face with Draco Malfoy in his stupid winter clothes. The Slytherin never liked you, he spent your first three years at Hogwarts chasing you with hexes and talking badly about your appearance, your weight and your half-blood lineage, but it was all for the best. It seemed to get worse when you started dating Harry Potter last year, Malfoy just changed.

He would always show up wherever you were and follow you around the halls complimenting you, he would talk about your hair, your grades and hit on you, there was one time he tried to steal a kiss from you and almost succeeded, if Hermione hadn't realized the Slytherin's intention and punched him in the nose, he probably would have managed to kiss you. It's annoying the way Draco seems to gravitate towards you singing compliments and flirting with you, this always makes your boyfriend jealous, which always ends in a good make out session. The real problem isn't that Draco was being an idiot to you, but that he was being an idiot because he knew you were dating Harry and everyone knows that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have had a pointless feud since forever and, apparently, you were the only girl to reject him more than once.

You took a deep breath, ready to pretend you didn't notice Malfoy there and went on your way, but luck really wasn't with you today because the Slytherin noticed you. — Y/N! — The boy shouted as he lit up just seeing you. He approached you with long, fast strides and a toothy smile that you couldn't stand, usually that gesture preceded a lot of bad things. — Malfoy. — You answered him dryly, your face contorting into a grimace, you were willing to make this interaction as short as possible and as unpleasant for him as it was for you.

— Come on Y/N, you don't have to be so dry! — The Slytherin said, leaning into your personal space. He looked around as if he was looking for something and then looked at you with an expression of feigned surprise. — Where's Potter? I thought he was your shadow. — The blond asked, looking confused. — Seriously? I could have sworn it was you who screamed how sad it must be to have no living parents or relatives other than a wanted criminal to sign permission slips when Professor McGonagall stopped him earlier. — You say, crossing your arms and glaring at him angrily, every second in his presence was a second closer to you committing a crime.

— I don’t remember that! — The boy says, stepping back while shrugging. — So, I noticed you were here alone and since I am too, I wanted to ask if you wouldn’t like to have a butterbeer with me? — He asked with a wide, feline smile. — I’d rather kiss a Troll’s ass! — You spat as you walked past him, your patience finally running out.

— You can stop pretending, Y/N! — Malfoy almost shouts as he grabs your wrist, stopping you from continuing. — First, let me go. — You ordered through gritted teeth. — And second, who here is pretending? — The Slytherin smiles, still holding your arm. — You, who else would it be? — He says, pulling you closer. — I know you're only with Potter to get my attention. You can stop now because you have my full attention! — He finishes saying by reaching out and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. What a self-centered boy, you thought irritably before slapping the hand that was still on your ear and pulling your wrist out of his grip. — Are you crazy? What rotten potions have you been drinking?

— Oh, come on! Don't tell me you actually like Potter! — The blond says, looking disgusted when he says your boyfriend's last name. — Of course I like him. — You said it simply. — And who else should I like? You? — You ask and cut off the boy who seems to be getting conceited, ready to answer you with another one of his narcissistic and arrogant answers. — Malfoy, you were the boy who chased me for three years, calling me a “well stopper”, “pig” and “disgusting whore”, you made boils grow on my hands, wrote “mudblood” on my forehead in permanent ink, tore up my books and uniform and blew up almost all my potions in class, not even under the sight of Avada Kedavra would I like you!

— That’s water under the bridge, how long are you going to keep repeating that? — The Slytherin answers looking disgusted. — I don’t know, how long are you going to continue being an arrogant and idiotic piece of shit? — You replied in the same tone. The boy frowned in anger, he raised a finger ready to tell you many things that you didn’t give a damn about, but you were saved from that when a snowball hit your head, you just blinked and confused watching the scene.

— But what? — The blond said in a mixture of anger and confusion, but he didn't get any response, just another snowball that hit him on the shoulder. He looks around scared as other balls appear out of nowhere hitting him several times. — Oh no, not this again! — The boy said looking paler than usual, you just watched him being hit by several snowballs in a scene quite familiar to you. — This isn't over yet u, Y/N, I… — He was interrupted by a snowball hitting him right in the middle of the face, the Slytherin screamed in hatred and frustration as he backed away with his tail between his legs, afraid of being hit again.

When the balls stopped flying in front of you and you found yourself alone once again, or rather, almost alone, you looked around and whispered. — Harry? — The answer came at the same moment. — Yes, dear? — Your boyfriend replied, appearing out of nowhere in front of you, in fact all you saw of him was just his head floating in the air, probably the fault of the invisibility cloak. — You know you'll have to stop scaring him with snowballs one day, right? Soon they'll think Hogsmeade is cursed.

— When it stops being funny I'll think about it! — Harry said smiling as he took the cloak off his body and tucked it in a strange way inside his coat, he probably learned this trick from Hermione. You stand on your tiptoes and fix your boyfriend's unruly hair a little, after all, those strands would never be tamed, courtesy of Potter's rebelliousness. — If you planned on wearing the cloak, why didn't you do it from the beginning? — You ask.

— I don't want Professor McGonagall to suspect! — The Gryffindor says, shrugging as his hands adjust the scarf around your neck, he loved it when you wore his clothes. — Sure, as if! — You say, rolling your eyes. — She probably already knows, but she won't risk losing a valuable member of her house's Quidditch team. — You laugh. — It's not that bad! — The dark-haired says, approaching you. — Yes, she totally changes when it comes to Quidditch! — You retort as you stretch out and leave a peck on the boy's lips, who smiles happily at that.

— So, what did Malfoy want? — Harry asks, staying by your side as the two of you start walking through the village. — The usual. — You answer, shrugging. — Flirting and trying to make me break up with you. — Your eyes scan your surroundings, in the Gladrags Wizardwear window you see a beautiful wool coat, it looks warm and pretty, maybe you'll buy it next time. — This again? — The Gryffindor says, looking irritated. — When is he going to get it through his big head that you don't want anything to do with him? — He ends up leaning towards you, jealousy dripping in his words.

— I ask myself that every day. — You sigh, dealing with Malfoy was stressful and revolting and it seemed to only get worse as the days went by. Another cold breeze blew through your body and you shivered and shrank into your boyfriend's scarf. — What's wrong? — Harry asks, noticing your discomfort. — My hands are freezing! — You say sullenly, rubbing your hands together uselessly, the boy seemed to think for a few seconds before smiling. — I have an idea! — He says excitedly as he takes off one of his gloves.

— Give me your left hand! — The dark-haired boy asks, looking like a happy puppy, you can almost see a tail wagging behind him, you look at him skeptically, what could a single glove do to warm both of your hands? — Hurry up! — He says, starting to get impatient. — Okay, you bossy guy! — You retort, finally accepting his request and extending your hand to him, the Gryffindor takes your hand carefully and puts his glove on it. — There you go! — He says happily, cute, you think when you see how he seemed to shine with that.

— And what are you going to do with the other hand, genius? — You asked, as much as your boyfriend could be cute, but if there is something worse than feeling cold in your hands, it was feeling cold in one hand. — Your other hand doesn't need a glove! — Harry says as if you were obvious, you prepare to answer this with your usual sarcasm and irony when your boyfriend takes your gloveless hand and intertwines your fingers. — Because it already has my hand! — He says, smiling widely.

At that moment your face explodes, you're sure your cheeks are flushed now, no matter that you've been dating for two years, you still get embarrassed with public displays of affection. — So, where were you going? — The dark-haired asks, walking and swinging your joined hands slowly. — Before Malfoy interrupted me, I was going to get a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. — You answer, still staring at your joined hands. — That sounds like a great idea! How about a treacle tart afterwards? — Harry asks, excited to have the two things he loves most in the world together, you and treacle tart.

— That sounds perfect! — You smile as you move even closer to your boyfriend. You were both still in fifth year and had no idea what the next two years would hold for you. He almost lost his godfather and you thought you had lost him the year before, you knew that the next year would not be calm at all, not with Voldemort after Harry and Draco Malfoy on your tail and Bellatrix keeping an eye on you, but none of that mattered as long as the two of you were together.

[ijustbewriting]

A man who yearns is a man who earns

Wolfstar X fem!reader

Summary - In which Remus and Sirius quietly ( not really) yearn for the reader

Warnings : none, (delusional Sirius), shy reader I guess

A//N My first Wolfstar fic !

Word count: 1.2k

“ I want her so bad” Sirius groans softly watching as you laugh along with Lily and Marlene. Remus who had been reading had promptly stopped as he had watched his boyfriend look at the girl who they had both been crushing on as of late. You were in the same year as them, a beautiful and smart Ravenclaw who just so happened to waltz in the boys life and change them forever.

“If you keep starting at her she’ll think you’re a creep” Remus tells his boyfriend

“She’ll think about me !” Sirius gasps, Remus shakes his head at his gasp

“ You really need to stop”

“Why won’t she look at us “ Whines Sirius sitting next down next to Remus who was quick to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him closer.

“Don’t know love” He plants a kiss on his neck making Sirius shiver.

“Do you think she even knows our names” The young Gryffindor pouts.

In all honesty Y/N did know Remus and Sirius, how could she not? The famous group, the marauders. Known for pulling pranks and bringing fun to Hogwarts, it was hard to miss such a group.

Remus and Sirius especially, god were they gorgeous. Remus with his beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be lit by the sun itself, his curly hair that was always curled to perfection, his old soul which was so kind and oh Merlin’s beard was he so smart. The few classes she had with him where she would hear him answer the professors question’s correctly and even sometimes add even more information made her Ravenclaw heart swoon.

Sirius Black, oh Sirius Black. He captivated everyone’s heart. His unique grey eyes and long hair, and that smile. That Sirius Black smile. Charming is what he is, suave with his words having anyone flustered and blushing when Sirius would flirt with them. Everyone wanted him or wanted to be him. But only Remus Lupin was lucky enough to have a slice of whatever Sirius was offering but god did he want top give a piece to you.

You the beautiful creature who captured their hearts when Lily walked into the common room that fateful day. You both were working on a project for Potions. Both of them were awestruck by you. Swearing they had never seen someone as beautiful as you. They knew then and there that they wanted you, the question was how?

It seemed like any time that they wanted to see you, you were scurrying away, off to the library, your dorm or somewhere else where they could not reach you.

One time when Sirius was walking with James after heading back from quidditch practice. Then a sudden figure zoomed right past them, it was you. Sirius blinked and he turned to look at you as you left, he wanted to say something but by gods were you quick. As you turned the corner and disappearing from his sight he promptly fell to his knees.

“Come back my love PLE-“

As you had turned the corner, you stopped swearing that you had heard something

“Must of been the wind” you muttered to yourself.

It was not in fact the wind but none other than Sirius Black dramatically on his knees clutching his chest, the other hand reaching out for you.

“Mate get up this is embarrassing” James muttered

Truth is- you’re painfully shy. Having a crush on Remus Lupin and Sirius Black the it couple right next to Lily and James was painful, for so many reasons. One being the most obvious, they’re both together and you were no home wrecker. Two you could not imagine even being friends with them. They were so different from you, in a good way.

While you were more quiet and reserved, staying in your dorm to read and study. You enjoyed your me time more than anything. Parties at Hogwarts were something you rarely attended, given the fact that you didn’t drink or dance. The few times you did go was because a friend’s or Lily had dragged you. You would see both boys at these parties and they were the life of the party there was no way they would look over at you and want you, at least that’s what you’ve told yourself thus far.

It was far from the truth. Remus and Sirius both yearned for you silently or at least remus did, Sirisu was alwasy loud about those he cared about.

But enough was enough, both of them decided that they were going to get your attention one way or another.

As you exited you class, you sighed as you slinged your bag on your shoulder, the bag was heavy a reminder of all the homework you had to do.

"Ok I finish reading chapters one through twenty and then I can start my essay and give my self enough time-" you muttered to yourself but promptly stopped as your eyes landed on two figures. Remus and Sirius. Quickly and without blinking you turned your heel and began to walk the other way.

"No wait- hold on love" you heard Sirius voice as he catched up to you, now this is the one time you cursed Sirius and Remus's great hieght becasue with a couple of strides they had already caught up to you.

"Dove please" Remus said almost pleadingly. The nickname made you stop walking. The boys both next to you.

"Merlin's beard, your worse than a snitch, I don't even think James would be able to catch you" Sirius huffed in light laughter, Remus smiled soflty.

"We've been looking for you " said Remus

"You have?" you responed in a quiet voice

"yes love, for what feels like an eternity-"

"two months" Remus corrected

"felt like forver to me" huffed Sirius his lips almost pouting

"what for?" you ask

"well we wanted to ask you something actually" Remus started

"We want you so bad" blurted Sirius, now that made you completely freeze up.

"Sirius we said we were going slow" hissed Remus, swatting his partner gently on the shoulder.

"I can't- this will not be a slow burn love, I will not allow it" He shakes his head before grabbing your hand.

"Love, please we've been going crazy without you, you drive us insane and we want you in all ways possible, please let us treat you right, we won't ever hurt you and your days will be filled with love and passion-"Sirius's love declaration was cut of by his boyfriend.

"Pads you're scaring her" He says as he had been wacthing your reaction and it was all wide eyed and he wore you had stopped breathing for a moment. Sirius quickly shut up, the quickest Remus had ever seen him. After a moment of silence you finally spoke.

"You want me- you both want me ?" you sputtered finally breathing again

"Most ardently" Remus answered. You look between both boys, whom you've had been crushing onf for so long, who you had never ever in your life believed that they would ever look at you in that way but here they were. Sirius basically on his knees begging you to talk and Remus with his beautiful eyes asking, no pleading for a positive response. You drew in a deep breathe before answering.

"I want you guys too" You confess

"Praise Merlin and David Bowie she said yes Remus!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yes I heard her love thank you" chuckled Remus who was now looking you fondly. Sirius who was still holding your hand gave it a small squeeze.

"Did you hear how Remus pulled a Mr. Darcy on you "

[itsreallynotriri]

A regulus x chubby ravenclaw reader female x serverus Snape story please

Hidden in plain sight

Y/N has always struggled with insecurity, convinced that someone like Regulus Black could never notice her. Little does she know, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks.

requested by misskity1912-blog

Regulus Black x Chubby Fem! reader

words: 944

warning: mentions of insecurity

note: I'm not familiar with Severus so it will take some time before I can start writing about him <3

masterlist, regulus masterlist

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her dormitory, adjusting the hem of her robes as she stared at her reflection. Her hands unconsciously smoothed over the fabric, trying to hide the curves she had never quite learned to love. No matter how often she wanted to remind herself that beauty wasn’t defined by a single body type, the lingering insecurities whispered otherwise.

She turned slightly, frowning at her side profile. She envied the girls who seemed effortlessly graceful, the ones whose uniforms fit just right, whose confidence seemed so natural. She pulled at the fabric of her robes as if that would somehow change the way she looked, but nothing ever did. With a quiet sigh, she let her hands drop and turned away from the mirror, shaking off the nagging thoughts. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like anyone was paying attention to her, least of all Regulus Black.

Still, as she made her way down to the Great Hall, her heart clenched at the thought of him, impossibly elegant and untouchable.

Y/N sat at the Ravenclaw table, absently poking at her breakfast as she half-listened to her housemates discussing their plans for the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. It wasn’t as if she had any plans of her own—she rarely did. While she loved the idea of going, wandering through the cobbled streets with someone special, she knew that particular dream was unattainable.

Because that someone special was Regulus Black.

And Regulus Black was impossibly out of reach.

She had harbored a deep, quiet crush on the Slytherin for years. He was everything she was not—elegant, poised, respected. Meanwhile, she was the chubby Ravenclaw who kept to herself, more at home in the library than at social gatherings. She was always hyperaware of her appearance, tugging at the edges of her robes or crossing her arms over her stomach, trying to take up less space. The idea of him ever noticing her was laughable, and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at him across the Great Hall, allowing her mind to entertain impossible daydreams.

Little did she know that, at that very moment, Regulus Black was sitting at the Slytherin table, going on and on about her.

“She’s brilliant,” Regulus said, absently twirling his spoon in his porridge. “I saw her answering Slughorn’s question yesterday before he even finished asking it. And she was right. Of course, she was right. She always is.”

Barty groaned, dropping his head onto the table. “Merlin, not again.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “You’ve been talking about Y/N for weeks. Either do something about it or shut up.”

Pandora, always the most patient of the group, smiled encouragingly. “You should ask her to Hogsmeade, Regulus. She doesn’t seem to have any plans.”

Regulus hesitated, suddenly feeling very exposed. “She wouldn’t say yes.”

“How would you know?” Evan asked, exasperated. “It’s not like you’ve tried.”

“She’s never shown any interest in me,” Regulus admitted, suddenly feeling foolish for all the time he’d spent admiring her from a distance. “She’s intelligent, kind, beautiful—why would she waste her time on me?”

Barty nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. “You are Regulus Black. You have people practically lining up for the chance to go to Hogsmeade with you. Stop being an idiot and just ask her.”

Regulus pursed his lips. The idea of being rejected by Y/N was enough to make his stomach twist, but his friends’ words lingered in his mind. Maybe… maybe they were right.

Y/N sat alone in the courtyard, bundled in her robes as she read a book, the crisp autumn air nipping at her cheeks. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, and most students had already retreated indoors, but she found the quiet comforting. It was easier to exist in the world of books than in reality where she was invisible to the person she liked most.

She was so lost in her reading that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over her pages. Glancing up, she nearly dropped her book when she saw Regulus Black standing before her, hands in his pockets, looking uncharacteristically hesitant.

Her heart leaped into her throat. “Oh. Um—hi?”

Regulus cleared his throat, shifting to his feet. “Hi.”

An awkward silence stretched between them, and Y/N struggled to understand what was happening. Was he lost? Did he need help with something? Had she done something wrong?

“I—” Regulus exhaled sharply, looking more nervous than she’d ever seen him. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Y/N blinked, sure she had misheard him. “What?”

Regulus’ jaw tightened as if he were bracing for impact. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

Her mind reeled. This had to be a joke, some kind of cruel prank. There was no way he—Regulus Black—was asking her out. Her stomach twisted with familiar self-doubt.

“Me?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?”

Regulus frowned slightly. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I just… I don’t really seem like your type.”

Regulus’ gaze softened as he took a step closer. “You’re exactly my type.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’d like that.”

Relief washed over Regulus’ face, and for the first time, he allowed himself to truly smile at her. “Good.”

As he walked away, promising to meet her in the entrance hall on Saturday, Y/N watched him go, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about being out of his reach.

[whyareyouhere66]

Thinking about….

Various! Boyfriend x fem-coded reader

Cw: not really anything. Chubby reader friendly- in fact I sort of imagined it that way. Was thinking about shinsou while I wrote it (and it’s probably obvious). Fluff, modern, 2nd person pov. 

x

Thinking about laying in bed with him one particularly lazy evening, cuddling and watching reels together on your phone. You’re both cozy and tucked against each other’s bodies, his chest to your back, arm hooked lazily over your waist, a few pillows supporting your head while he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

As you scroll mindlessly, he watches from his perch next to your head and laughs at some of the funny videos, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt softly. And then, you come across one of those “pick an outfit videos”. 

There’s a few dresses photoshopped onto the screen, below them are corresponding accessories, shoes, bags, each with a symbol/letter/number to mark each one. 

You stare at it for a second, in your mind skimming over each of the options to see which you like best. You aren’t really sure though…

The low rumble of a hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat next to you, grabbing your attention.

“D.”

You pause, glancing over at him.

“Huh?”

“D.” He repeats himself, nodding towards the screen. You blush a little as you connect the dots, looking back at the dress he chose. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. ‘S pretty, good color.”

You give a small hum of acknowledgment as you process his words- cheeks a little warm at the sentiment. You weren’t expecting him to give his own answer- but since he did, you can’t say you didn’t find it endearing, the little moment attractive. 

Before you can scroll again, he speaks once more.

“Do another one.”

Your lips curl upwards a little, almost a bit flushed. You didn’t think this would be something he would care about- but nonetheless, you swipe onto the creator’s profile, met with several more videos in the exact same format. Clicking on a random one, you tilt your screen so he can see better. 

He leans in, eyes scanning the screen as he puts an odd amount of thought into it, a certain something soft glimmering in his eyes. As he thinks, you feel his hand slowly caressing your stomach, a warm palm smoothing over your skin gently, affectionately. As if he’s mapping out exactly how the dresses would fit on you, envisioning it in his mind. It’s not an unusual touch, but it could still give you butterflies any day, any where.

“Mmmm. B. With those shoes.” He uses his chin to gesture to the ones he means,  the pair with the “&” symbol right above them. 

“Y’think?” You ask, glancing at the dress and continuing to flush a little at the image of wearing it- at the thought of him imagining it on your figure. 

He nods. “Mhm. I like that color on you,” he tucks his head further into the bend of your shoulder, “…and the fit of it looks nice.” 

You start to smile a little bit, stomach all fuzzy as he speaks. The simple act of being known- of him having a favorite color on you (one of your favorite colors, to say the least), his hands gently running down your stomach and hip, warm cheek pressed close to your neck, makes you feel all warm inside. Beneath the blanket, your free hand rests on top of his forearm that’s slung over your waist.

“Thanks” you mumble softly, smiling at your phone screen as he simply nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Mhmmm…” he mumbles again- and you can feel his small smile against your skin. 

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P.s:

Whenever you’re watching reels together after that, and those kinds of videos pop up, he again gives his own opinion- thinking over each option and answering with a small quirk of his lips. And you love it almost every time. 

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Characters:  Eijirou Kirishima / HITOSHI SHINSOU / Shoto Todoroki / Denki Kaminari / THEODORE NOTT / Mattheo Riddle / Steve Randle / Dean Portman / Adam Banks / CHARLIE CONWAY / Daichi Sawamura / Keji Akaashi /  more?

[up for interpretation, aka some characters also vaguely match the scenario, but would have their own little behaviors added/emphasized in this type of scene that were not included, but can be imagined.]

[ruzz9]

Nostalgia Adulterated

NSFW +18

Severus Snape x FemChubby!reader

Summary: Your former professor, Horace Slughorn, invited you to his abode within the castle to celebrate your promotion at the Ministry. You dragged Snape along, but you hadn’t accounted for the peculiar wine at the reception.

A/N: Don’t worry—intimate matters only involve your old Severus. No third wheels here. 🙂‍↕️

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, virginity, first time, possessive sex, multiple orgasms, drinking, adulterated wine, angst, rough.

6k words

You knew very well why you were at Hogwarts that night. It wasn’t a fortuitous return, nor an official summons from the institution. No, the invitation had come from one of your old professors, someone who, with his persuasive charm and zeal for keeping useful connections, now clamored for your presence. Horace Slughorn, with his loving and warm hospitality, surely hid behind his smiles and effusive recollections some veiled intention. It wouldn’t surprise you if he were trying to weave your recent appointment at the Ministry into a delicate web of favors and influence. It was no secret to you: you knew his methods, his ways of operating. However, you agreed. Nostalgia had its own magnetism, and the idea of a dinner at his abode within the castle was a tempting entertainment.

What you did not expect was to find him.

You turned a corridor with confident steps, your mind lost in memories of your student days, and you almost collided with a tall figure in dark robes. Both of you were striding quickly, and the impact was nearly inevitable—if not for his swift reaction to stop in time. You looked at him, and there he was: Severus Snape, his expression unreadable, brow barely furrowed, examining you with a flicker of surprise just barely perceptible in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in his characteristically skeptical tone, as if your presence in the castle were some kind of anomaly.

You had guessed as much. He was surprised to see you walking Hogwarts' halls after so long.

"I’m going to dinner with Slughorn" you commented with feigned indifference, as if it were a simple commitment and not a maneuver to maintain his network of contacts.

The idea of dragging Professor Snape with you had arisen at that very instant, almost like a flash of inspiration. It would be a fascinating contrast. With him present, Slughorn would be forced to moderate himself. His overflowing enthusiasm would find an insurmountable wall in Snape’s severe gaze, and perhaps, just perhaps, that would spare you the discomfort of having to navigate favors wrapped in sentimentality. Besides… you admitted there was something amusing about the idea.

And then at just the right moment, you added with apparent nonchalance: "Why don’t you accompany me?"

His reaction was immediate. You observed him, seeing his uncomfortable expression and his natural resistance to the mere thought of sharing a table with his former head of house.

"Ridiculous" he snapped without hesitation. "I see no need for such a gathering."

But you were not one to give up easily. With a persistent smile, you began to insist, pointing out that the presence of another person would balance the conversation, that without him, the evening would likely turn into an endless monologue from Slughorn about former students and worn-out anecdotes.

“Wouldn’t it be interesting, for once, to share a meal without the strict formalities of the institution? Don’t you think it sounds exciting?” you suggested. Your eyes gleamed.

His expression grew even harder.

“I’d rather ingest poison,” he replied with utter seriousness, and in an attempt to evade you, he took a step to the right.

You moved without thinking, sliding into position to block it. His eyes narrowed.

"Professor, come on," you insisted in an almost sugary tone. "Slughorn would be thrilled to have you there."

Snape tried to go his way, you, with all the intention disguised as innocence, moved in his direction again, blocking him once more. You didn't pause, you didn't give him a chance to respond.

"l'm truly glad to see you, Professor. You know, I miss the days when you were my mentor."

He tried to move again, now a step aside. You edged forward with the same precision, not giving him a break.

“One might say it’s nostalgic, don’t you think? Coming back here, remembering those days,” you continued, pretending not to notice his growing irritation. “You should come to dinner with me, for old time’s sake.”

Another attempt. Another block from you. Snape exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Slughorn appreciates you a lot..." you added, taking a step closer to ensure he wouldn't escape.

This time his scowl deepened so severely it looked like he was seriously considering using magic to move you out of the way.

“I could hex you right now and feel no remorse.”

“It’ll be pleasant,” you interrupted, unfazed, “we could have all sorts of enlightening conversation, three exceptional wizards around one table.”

Snape exhaled in resignation, looking at you as if you were the most infuriating creature. He watched you with a mix of exasperation and resignation. Then he closed his eyes for a second, as if trying to summon within himself the patience he clearly didn’t have.

“If I accept, will you get out of my way and stop irritating me?”

You smiled with satisfaction.

"I solemnly swear," you said with a hand on your chest.

"Make it quick," he grunted. Without saying anything more, he turned on his heels and started walking toward Slughorn's abode, muttering something unintelligible about the unbearable stubbornness of some individuals. You followed him with barely concealed satisfaction. You had won.

They arrived shortly, without saying a word. You stopped in front of the door and knocked firmly. At your side, Snape had already turned, slipping back down the corridor with the clear intent of vanishing. You noticed—and with a swift flick of your wand, you conjured a spell that halted his cloak mid-motion, yanking him back with a sharp tug. Snape nearly lost his balance, but his reaction was immediate: he spun around, wand in hand, fury barely contained and ready to curse you without the slightest hesitation.

Your growing nerves were on the verge of betraying you.

And then, the door opened.

Both of you froze on the spot, as if someone had captured the scene in perfect stillness. Snape had hidden his wand in the shadows of his robe and raised his chin with composure, while you lowered yours with the same naturalness of someone who had done absolutely nothing improper.

Slughorn didn’t seem to notice anything strange. Or if he did, he didn’t care.

"Oh, how wonderful!" exclaimed Slughorn with his characteristic exaggerated spontaneity, extending his arms with overflowing excitement. His eyes sparkled with genuine joy upon seeing you. "My dear, what a joy to see you again!"

He enveloped you in a strong hug that almost lifted you off the ground. Amidst laughter, you returned the gesture, although you were quick enough to steal a glance at Snape out of the corner of your eye. His expression was priceless.

And then, Slughorn saw him.

"Oh! Severus!"

Slughorn's enthusiasm grew even more, if that was possible. Snape tightened his jaw upon noticing the direction things were taking, but before he could utter a word, you took the initiative casually.

"I couldn't resist inviting him," you said lightly. "Someone I also hold in great esteem, and I’m sure you would be pleased to receive him too."

Snape let out a slow breath and, under his breath, murmured with irony:

"Oh, yes. An invitation impossible to refuse."

Horace, either oblivious or deliberately indifferent to his sarcastic tone, caught him in the same enthusiastic hug he had given you. Snape, of course, did not reciprocate at all, but Slughorn did not seem affected in the slightest.

“Come now, both of you, inside!” he said cheerfully, stepping aside to let you in. “This is a special occasion, indeed. You know, Severus! I always wished you had joined my little club back when you were a student—it would’ve been an honor to have you.”

Snape made a barely audible sound, which could well have been a brief laugh or a snort of disbelief.

Slughorn burst into hearty laughter, undeterred by the grumble, and closed the door behind you.

The room was lit with a cozy warmth, and the atmosphere was exactly the same as you remembered: elegant but overflowing with excess, with comfortable furniture, dim lights, and a certain order.

"Ah, but this is not an ordinary meeting!" Slughorn exclaimed as he headed to a shiny antique sideboard. He turned his head for just a moment to ask what they would like, but without waiting for an answer, he had already decided for everyone. He opened a bottle of dark wine, with a dense and aged aroma, and poured a couple of glasses with a satisfied smile. Then, for himself, he poured a lighter variety. “This one sits better with my stomach… age-related things, you know,”

You took the glass he offered and raised it kindly. Snape held his with just two fingers, the stem firmly between his index and thumb, and lifted it with the slightest of gestures, barely a tilt. His free fingers rhythmically tapped the surface of the table, in no hurry to drink.

"To three exceptional wizards gathered here tonight!" toasted Slughorn, his face flushed with excitement. "And to the old times, always so vivid in memory."

"Charming," said Snape quietly, barely audible, with no emotion whatsoever.

The conversation began without delay, as was typical of Slughorn. He turned to you, resting an elbow on the armrest of his chair while holding his glass.

“You know, dear, young Severus was an extraordinary student in my classes,” he said with a thrill. “Brilliant! Naturally gifted in Potions, of course, but with a mind that went far beyond the conventional.”

Snape, who had barely touched his wine, clenched his jaw with a barely perceptible gesture.

“In fifth year,” Slughorn continued, now fully immersed in the tale, “he appeared in my office with the tips of his fingers completely blackened. Claimed it was a miscalculation in a potion. But I wasn’t fooled!”

He gave Snape a light tap on the arm with a familiarity few would dare to display.

“It wasn’t a mistake, was it, Severus? You wanted to test the reaction for yourself.”

Snape set his glass down on the table with a soft clink. “One must be aware of all possible outcomes—only then can precision be achieved,” he replied in his most emotionless voice.

“Oh, of course!” Slughorn agreed eagerly. “Although, if I’m not mistaken, that experiment almost cost you the use of your right hand.”

You struggled to suppress a smile. Snape’s face remained stony, but the slight stiffness in his posture betrayed his discomfort with the direction the conversation had taken.

You swirled the wine in your glass with interest.

“Really?”

Without moving his head, Snape glanced up at you. There was no expression, but something in the atmosphere tensed. Snape cut the conversation with a dry and precise tone:

“I’m afraid this evening is not meant to dissect years of my youth. Perhaps it would be more fruitful to speak of our guest’s meteoric rise in the Ministry.”

There was a momentary silence. Slughorn nodded, not too put off, but you felt the direct blow to the stomach. You had brought Snape specifically to divert this kind of conversation… and he himself had brought it up. Very much in his style. Slow poison, well calculated.

Fortunately, the conversation flowed with an almost magical naturalness during dinner; it was not as bad as you had imagined. Slughorn spoke with overflowing enthusiasm, praising your achievements both academic and professional with overly grandiose adjectives that made you blush. You, true to your style, preferred to downplay your merits, humbly thanking him, elegantly diverting the compliments to maintain the balance between respect and discomfort.

Snape, as expected, didn’t speak much. But he didn’t appear detached. He observed. He participated with brief, sharp remarks—sometimes even sarcastic, though less biting than usual. Something about the way he sat there told you he wasn’t quite as uncomfortable as he seemed. His eyes roamed the table with care—on you, on Slughorn, on the glass. He drank. Not anxiously, but with steady consistency. Horace went from glass to glass, laughing louder, talking faster, and drifting into anecdotes barely related to the present.

What was surprising was that the atmosphere was comfortable. Warm, even. And that was not something you expected. You anticipated evasions, tension, a forced conversation. But no. Everything felt so strangely well-woven, so sincere, that you found it hard not to fully surrender to the evening.

Between dinner, dessert, and the open bottles, Slughorn fell into his natural state of sentimental drunkenness. He became more nostalgic than usual, his words more drawn out, his eyes heavier. At one point, he let out a gigantic yawn and simply settled more into his armchair, as if he were ready to fall asleep right there.

It was then that you noticed something changed. Not in him. In Snape.

He gently took your empty glass and refilled it, without even looking at the bottle, as if he had done it many times before. He brought it closer to you with the same meticulous manner, but without saying a word. And when you lifted your gaze to thank him, you found him looking at you with an expression so subtly different that you paused for a moment longer.

"I remember..." he said in a low voice, as if he were barely thinking out loud, "that you would stay longer in the classroom after class. Even when I sent you to detention. You always came back."

You looked at him skeptically, though without moving the glass away.

"Are you saying that as something positive, Professor?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, but there was a strange softness in his expression. Not that usual rigidity that boxed him into stony gestures. No. It was... different.

"I don’t usually waste time remembering my students. But you, you were persistent. Despite everything, something about you seemed... Curious."

You took a small sip, as if to give yourself some margin. Was what you just heard real? Or was the wine starting to play tricks on your senses?

Then you connected the dots.

Slughorn. The bottle. That vague statement about the clearer variety of wine, which "sat better in his stomach." He hadn’t drunk the same thing as you two. And the change... was undeniable. You felt it in yourself as well. You were more comfortable than usual, more open, your filters more tenuous. It was hard to say if it was the natural effect of the alcohol or something more elaborate.

You knew that Slughorn would never put anything dangerous in the drink. But manipulating emotions for the sake of a perfect evening... that was another matter. That was completely his style.

You glanced at the professor dozing in his chair, then at Snape, who was now playing with the base of his glass, silently, but closer, more tangible.

You were lost in thought. “Sweeten nostalgia”… that’s what Professor Slughorn would have said, right? To justify a little alteration. To achieve the perfect atmosphere.

But what you could never have anticipated was the delayed effect that was beginning to bloom in Snape. One as delicate as it was explosive.

"Your boldness. That voracious enthusiasm for complex study…"

Each word was closer. Lower. More direct.

You were like a version... less broken of me. And seeing what you’ve achieved," he added, his voice tinged with something that sounded dangerously close to pride, "was to be expected."

You dared to swallow, barely, as your fingers brushed the glass in a mechanical gesture. His tone wasn’t flattering. It was clinical, analytical, but filled with something that felt dangerously personal.

You realized too late how close he was. Your heart raced, and your body, a mix of instinct and confusion, began to back away just… until his hand rose.

Large. Rough. Firm.

He held you by the chin with just enough strength to stop you from moving, but without hurting. His eyes, black, intense, searched for something in yours. Perhaps a confirmation. Perhaps nothing. His other hand rested on your waist, with a strange softness. Not with violence, not with urgency.

And then, without another warning, he kissed you.

Your body tensed immediately, and your eyes widened, unable to process whether it was surprise or fear you were feeling. It was a contained kiss, not clumsy, but charged with something primal, as if it had been kept for years behind clenched teeth. There was no sweetness in it, but there was a fierce respect.

He pulled away barely from you.

"Professor...?" you whispered, the word cracked against the edge of a sigh, as if saying it were a spell that could undo what had just happened.

He did not respond. His eyes remained fixed on yours, as if each second of silence spoke more than any phrase. You still felt the brush of his lips on yours, the warmth of his hand on your chin.

His fingers still pressed against your soft skin, over that generous curve, as if he owned the right to hold you, at least for that moment. The weight of something ancient and dense seemed to have awakened between the two of you.

The room felt heavy, filled with a warmth that didn’t come only from the fire in the hearth. Slughorn, overcome by drink, breathed deeply from his armchair, lost in a deep sleep that would not be interrupted. In front of him, however, reality was unfolding with a silent intimacy.

He pulled you closer with unexpected confidence, guiding you toward the firmness of his body. You settled onto his lap with a slowness that felt like vertigo. Only the slight creak of the chair. The heat beginning to concentrate in his palms over your clothed skin. Time became thick. Only the ever-decreasing distance between his breath and yours.

There were no words.

Your fingers found the edge of his cloak, held on, let go. You didn’t know if you were trembling from the closeness or from the awareness of what this meant: crossing a threshold you never thought would open.

It was a suspended language, never spoken, that now began to write itself into the air you shared. His lips met yours once more, this time with greater intent, without hesitation. The hand that had rested on your waist descended with precision, exploring the outline of your back, pausing for a second just at the edge of your dress, before sliding it upward.

The fabric rose with a timid whisper, and there, in that suspended pause, in that fragment of contained air, it was then that you said it.

"It’s the first time that..." your voice came out in a broken thread, more tremulous than your hands. "I’ve never..."

You didn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t. The weight of the moment, combined with the full awareness of the insecurity of your body, so different from others, so yours, so real, weighed down on your chest. You tried to cover yourself, without really doing it. Not because he had looked at you with judgment, but because you didn’t know how to hold his silence. You had never imagined yourself in this situation. Until a few hours ago, your relationship with him was completely exhortative. You didn’t know what to do with that gaze so attentive, so penetrating, that seemed to read every corner of your confusion and newfound vulnerability.

Snape did not move right away. He just watched you. As if the confession of your virginity held more value than any ancient spell. As if your wide nervous eyes and flushed skin had touched him in a secret place he himself rarely visited.

And then he spoke. His voice was low, raspy, but without a hint of mockery.

"I know."

Your thighs, wide and tense from the position, awkwardly adjusted over his legs. The dress, gathered up to the middle, left the curve of your skin exposed against the roughness of his dark pants.

You shifted, unsure. The heat in your face was almost unbearable. Your eyes searched for anything but his. Perhaps the ground, perhaps an escape. The tension you always shared was still there, persistent, marking its presence now, even in a different kind of silence.

With devastating calm, both of his hands sank into your wide hips, into that soft flesh that molded under his touch, warm, alive. A grip with a reverence that made you hold your breath. As if there was nothing more important than bringing you back to yourself.

"You have always been unusually difficult to ignore," he said quietly, as if each word cost him.

One of his hands barely moved down. The tip of his fingers traced the line where your skin met the fabric of your panties.

His fingers pushed the damp fabric of your underwear aside, and the contact with your center was gentle. He drew barely perceptible circles, testing your reactions, listening to every gasp, every involuntary contraction. And when he slid a finger inside you, he did so with precise slowness, guided by your ragged breath and the way you clung tighter to his shoulders.

Your hips moved awkwardly. You wanted to avoid that sticky sound, that tremor, that moan that escaped you, but he took it with satisfaction. As if there was nothing more erotic than your nervousness.

Your hips moved involuntarily, causing a more direct friction between your thighs and his hardness. He groaned, a low, contained sound, but it reached you to the bones.

He added another finger, measuring your body, opening you up with a patience that contrasted with his evident desire, with the rigidity of his erection beneath you, pressing against you just where you were most sensitive.

You felt when his fingers retreated, damp, warm, leaving a stinging trail of pain and need. You raised your gaze just in time to see him move his hand to the opening of his pants. The movements were dry, skilled. There was no rush. The sound of the leather yielding. It was all a current that ran through you.

Your breath hitched again, and your legs seemed to hesitate for a moment. He noticed. His gaze, dark yet attentive, did not leave you as he pulled down his pants just enough to free his erection. He brushed against you, warm and firm, right between your legs still open over him.

"You're going to feel it," he said, low, direct. "It won't be gentle."

He positioned the tip of himself between your lower lips, still barely covered by the displaced fabric, and slowly pushed, pressing against your wet but tense entrance. Your body reacted with a jolt. A muffled moan escaped you as you felt him open you up, invade you. Your nails clung to the fabric of his cloak, purely instinctually.

"Shhh," he murmured, with one hand on your back. "Calm down..."

And with a single thrust, measured yet forceful, he took you completely, giving you a raw sensation of being split in two.

The heat, the pressure, the feeling of being stretched like this for the first time... it all overwhelmed you. You closed your eyes, drowning in the total contact, the way his hips rose to meet you from below, taking you to the depths, where modesty was useless.

The burning displaced everything else. A stabbing, sharp pain, barely concealed by the moisture that had prepared you. A moan escaped you, unlike the previous ones. It was not pleasure. It was an internal burn, a real invasion that your body did not yet know how to accept.

Your body tensed over his. Your back arched, your fingers dug fiercely into his shoulders. Snape gasped softly, through clenched teeth, noticing the defeated resistance, the slight wet pull that betrayed you. A thick, warm sensation mingled with the friction. When he looked down, he saw the red stain, as subtle as it was definitive, at the base of his member. The last threshold of your inexperience. Now, broken.

Your legs trembled around him. You felt your hips full, too sensitive, and for a moment you thought about how you must look from the outside. So open. So naked. But before shame could settle in, he spoke again, through gritted teeth.

"This is how I wanted to see you. Fucking mine."

His movements were slow, not out of tenderness, but for the pure pleasure of savoring you inch by inch. His grip remained firm on your waist, forcing you to feel every thrust, every touch, as if he wanted to mark you from within.

You moaned again, between a whimper and surrender, pressing your lips as if trying to hold back something more.

"It hurts..." you whispered, not wanting to say it, unable to avoid it.

Snape leaned his face to your ear, his uncontrolled breath brushing your neck.

"It will pass," he replied as he sank back into you.

There was no comfort in his words. Only certainty. He was not a man who knew how to ask for permission, nor to feign sweetness. But his way of holding you, guiding you, of not stopping despite the slight tremor of your thighs, spoke of absolute possession.

The moisture mixed with what remained of the tearing. Sticky, warm. It dripped down your thighs as your hips slowly adjusted to his thickness.

Amidst spasms of discomfort, you began to move over him by yourself, more clumsily than sensually, it was he who released a breath as if something inside him broke.

His hands slid down your wide thighs, over the soft flesh that trembled from the impact of your bodies.

The pain did not disappear completely. It persisted, dull, like an echo in your guts. But your body was starting to surrender. He felt it in the way your pelvis began to seek his with more urgency, in how your hips, still clumsy, still somewhat inexperienced, tried to follow his rhythm, desperate to reach him. The gasp that escaped him was darker and more ragged. As if he could no longer contain himself. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly, took control.

His hands descended, until gripping you more firmly beneath your thighs and lifting you slightly, then guiding you forcefully downwards. He made you fall onto him with measured violence, over and over again, establishing a rhythm where you could no longer think, only let yourself be used. You filled him completely, wet and hot, still somewhat in pain, but the constant friction of his pelvis against your clitoris turned everything into an urgent pleasure.

And then, that rising wave, that knot in the pit of your stomach that transformed into spasms. Your nails dug into him as you felt it. The first true moan escaped you uncontrollably, loud, almost clumsy, and he let out a rough sound laden with desire in approval.

Your body trembled, convulsing around his, trapping him. You gripped him from within with an unexpected strength, your legs involuntarily closing around him, and he did not stop. Not for a second. He continued to thrust into you from below, faster, deeper, his breathing on the verge of breaking.

And when you were still moaning, giving and shaking, it was he who broke now.

With a low, almost guttural groan, vibrating in his throat, hoarse, choked against your neck, Snape spilled inside you in a raw explosion. He held you with both hands as if the orgasm robbed him of control over his body. The warmth of his seed filled you instantly, wet, thick, mixing with the blood that had not fully dried yet. The contrast was wild. Intimate and Irreversible.

They remained like that, entwined, breathing as if the air had become denser. Your forehead resting on his shoulder, his hands still holding you, lost and absorbed, while silence fell, heavy, over both.

He still remained inside you, as firm as at the beginning, as if the climax had not drained a bit of his desire. You felt him throb inside you, hot, latent, and a new wave of excitement coursed through your spine despite the sharp echo of of the recent tearing. You barely moved, in a gentle sway, seeking him again, forcing him to feel the effect he still provoked in you. A shiver shook his body; the sensitivity after his orgasm was no barrier against the raw intensity of the moment. He let out a low growl, with that dangerous mix of rage and pleasure, and you knew he had lost control again.

Without warning, his hands closed over your hips and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing. Your legs barely managed to wrap around him before he positioned you against the table in front of you. The coldness of the wood against your skin contrasted with the heat that still vibrated between your legs. The noise didn’t seem to disturb Slughorn’s deep sleep at all, who still lay knocked out by alcohol on the other side of the room.

One hand pressed firmly against your lower back, forcing you to lean forward, while the other gripped one of your thighs, lifting it, opening you more for him.

"We haven't finished" he murmured, almost with fury, and moved inside you again, with more hunger than before.

Your hips began to move on their own, surrendered to the rhythm imposed by his grip. You felt yourself being filled over and over again, with the fierce weight of his flesh opening you and claiming every part of you. Your skin burned, your body vibrated… and in the midst of that vertigo, between moans and spasms, your voice came out broken, dragged by the impulse to confess what still bound you to guilt.

"Professor..." you gasped, your voice shaky. "The wine… the one Slughorn gave us… I think it had something in it."

He didn’t stop, but his body tensed immediately.

"What?" He let out a heavy exhalation, more like a whip than a question.

"I’m not sure…" you said between moans as he kept thrusting into you. "I suspect that… it must provoke some mix of relaxation... an increase in sensitivity... emotional and... physical".

He stopped dead in his tracks, the silence that followed was terrible.

He straightened without letting go of you, his eyes burned with barely contained rage, beneath the shadow of his soaked forehead. His jaw clenched. You knew it instantly — it wasn’t just disgust. His expression was thick with mistrust.

"Are you saying that Slughorn drugged us?!" he spat through clenched teeth with growing irritation, as his thrusts resumed. Deeper. There was no longer delicacy, nor care. But it was not against you. It was against the situation. Against the humiliation of having let himself go.

"That because of that stupidity" he continued, each word punctuated by the impact of his hips against yours, "I find myself here, buried deep inside my former student, losing every damn gram of self-control that has taken me decades to build".

He pressed you against him as if he wanted to fuse you into his body. Your lips barely managed to form sound. Pain returned for a second with the accelerated rhythm, but you didn’t complain. You were soaked in him. Inside, outside, everywhere.

"And yet…" he murmured, his voice broken by rage. "I can’t stop".

Because it was true. Despite the wine, despite the anger, despite the judgment. The way your body trembled around his, still so tight, still so wet, was consuming him.

"It's not your fault," he grunted. "But damn it... you dragged me here."

And with one last push, fierce, deep, he came again. More violent than before. He filled you a second time, with an explosion of heat so dense that your body felt it even more than the first. He grunted as he emptied himself inside you, with his teeth clenched, breath ragged as if he were exorcising something dark that had inhabited him forever.

He didn't move immediately.

He remained inside you, burning, gasping, with his forehead resting on your collarbone. His whole body trembled. Not from pleasure. From fury.

The morning light of the Great Hall stunned him directly in his eyes. Every clink of cutlery against plates, every early laugh from the students, was a stab in his skull hammered by a terrible headache. Snape dropped into his usual seat, his every movement taut with fatigue and an unmistakable sense of discontent. The air smelled of toasted bread, sweet fruits, and freshly brewed coffee, and yet, it all felt suffocating to him.

And to make matters worse, Slughorn settled next to him with a satisfied smile and a bubbly gleam in his eyes, clearly not remembering (or not wanting to remember) how many glasses he had drunk last night. He had a napkin stuffed into his collar like a bib and a piece of blueberry pie on his fork.

"Ah, Severus! Good morning, boy." he chewed enthusiastically, oblivious to the stony expression beside him. "What an evening last night, huh? You were more animated than usual. I think I finally managed to soften that heart of yours."

Snape did not respond. He merely served coffee with a hand that barely contained the tremor. He needed it loaded with caffeine. Strong. Very strong.

"What a shame that young Y/N left without saying goodbye." Slughorn took another bite, unaware of anything. "She was lovely last night. Brilliant as always… that dress was very charming, don’t you think?"

The silence was so sharp that even the elderly man seemed to notice it.

Snape put down the cup with a sharp thud that splashed a bit of the dark liquid onto the saucer. He turned slowly toward him, with a look of pure ice.

"What the hell did you put in the wine, Horace?"

The elderly man blinked, tilting his head as if he did not understand the question. Or pretended not to.

"Huh? The wine? Oh… just a touch of cordial opening elixir. I use it at receptions, you know… it smooths conversations, dissolves tensions... nothing serious, I assure you."

Snape squinted. "Nothing serious?"

"Come on, Severus," Slughorn laughed, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "You know better than anyone that there is no spell or potion capable of forcing someone to do what they do not truly desire. It just… helps them admit it."

Snape tensed even more. The echo of your gasping voice, your body clinging to his over that damned table, pierced him like a dagger. He didn't clearly remember what came next, only the scent of your skin, the taste of his own shame, and the persistent burn of having let himself be carried away. And now, you were gone. Without a note. Without a word. As if it had never happened.

"The next time you pretend to manipulate me as if I were one of your social experiments," he murmured with contained poison, "be sure not to add ingredients that affect my perception and judgment."

Slughorn looked at him with a mix of surprise and genuine confusion.

"Severus... I didn't know it would affect you like that. It was a kind night, I thought..."

Snape got up without saying more, the cloak fluttering with his movement. He left the half-drunk cup and walked out of the dining room with long, stiff strides, not looking back.

"What the hell happened last night...?" Slughorn murmured softly.

[miriunknown]

George Weasley x Chubby!reader headcanons 🎀

I'm on the George loves chubby girls train rn so here ❤️

Divider credits: @enchanthings

When he saw you he thought you were gorgeous, he's completely in love with Chubby bodies he finds them beautiful.

Definitely shy around you for a bit, can still get flustered easily even if you've been dating for like two years.

Completely in love with you, he loves everything about you. Your body, personality, your laugh everything, and he's not afraid to show it.

Very handsy, he loves touching you, he'll have his hands on your hips when y'all are talking, he'll hold your hand constantly, laying his head down on your stomach, anything.

Worships you, like I'm talking he'd get on his hands and knees telling you how beautiful you are.

Loves thick thighs especially, loves everything about you but your thighs drive him crazy. Constantly looking at them, laying his head down on them, squeezing them randomly.

Runs his hands up and down your body feeling every curve and roll, it's soothing to him.

Very protective, if anyone makes fun of you he's either knocking their teeth down their throat or he's making their pumpkin juice taste like hot sauce.

Loves making you flustered, he'll flirt with you, compliment you, anything to get you a blushing mess.

[lovergirlanna]

Dating HC’S | T.R

Tom Riddle x Chubby! Fem Reader

slight warning: talking bad about readers looks/body size + refusing/avoiding meals

SFW + NSFW

NOT PROOF READ

SFW

- As much as Tom may try to deny it he adores your company, just having you around him boosts his ego.

- Tom doesn’t exactly seem like the type of person to give someone else affection but when it comes to you it’s a completely different story. He’ll throw in compliments once in a while. He finds your reactions to them amusing. “Your embarrassed aren’t you?” If you do get embarrassed by the rare compliment it will only make him poke fun at your embarrassment.

- Physical touch is his favourite thing to do so don’t be surprised when you find his arm around your waist whilst you two walk around Hogwarts together.

- Tom will show you off he wants people to know you are his and that he is yours he will not hesitate to go to the extreme to prove this point.

- Once he finds out your skipping meals he’ll get suspicious for one you skip breakfast as your excuse is always that ‘you slept in’ and then for lunch it’s ‘I was studying in the library’ only making it to dinner.

- Tom will confront you especially if this pattern is becoming repetitive. He’ll speak sternly to you commanding an answer from you but this is only because he truly cares about you, he really dose it’s just hard for him since he is quite monotone in his behaviour.

- Finally when you tell him the reason as to why you are skipping meals he replies with a “What?” “Are you seriously suggesting that?” Almost not believing you. In his eyes your are perfection.

- When he finally understands the whole situation he will comfort you because you are his girlfriend after all. He dose care for you and for the love of god if any of the other students are ridiculing you for your body Tom would loose the plot with them. They all know better not to say anything negative about you in-front of his face.

- After he’s talked with you about your views on your body in the following days he will start asking you if you’ve eaten enough. He will start coming to your dorm in the morning to pick you up for breakfast and will even meet you at your class before lunch to make sure you eat. Again he dose care for you and he dose want you safe and healthy.

NSFW

- Tom will never admit it but he gets turned on from you being in your uniform. He loves how your jumper clings onto your body and how it makes your waist stand out such a pity your robes conceal your body most of the time. He also loves your thighs gosh they make him go crazy.

- He loves your body well in-fact he’s practically addicted to it. He loves your soft tummy and your breasts that he’ll bite and suck on with no hesitation.

- He adores the way your tits jiggle as he pounds into you.

- Getting your riled up and needy is what he dose best just making you beg for him Is perfect in his eyes

- Loves overstimulating you and seeing you in a needy mess. As he feels your about to release he’ll pull out glaring at you sniggering down at you. “what’s wrong doll?” He’ll say with no shame. He truly is shameless.

- He’s quite quite he’ll grunt and gasp but on the other hand if your white loud he’ll tease you. “People will hear us so I suggest you shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

- Seeing you beg for him, practically cock drunk makes him smirk. It’s irresistible.

- Tom doesn’t really have a favourite position he just loves it when you beg for him and having full control during sex.

LIST OF CHARACTERS I HAVE DONE FOR THIS THEME

[cutieeva]

Words Buried Under Florals

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 Female Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

It's been days since you last seen Cedrie and he still isn't anywhere to be seen.

She who is greeted by all, walks through the hall playing hide and seek with the burning golden rays once Illuminating her seductive visage at the same time veiling them in the shadows behind the white pillars that still unable to hide her piercing intelligent (E/C) eyes and little smile gracing her cherry blossom lips.

Feet marching with determination to reach the vast green garden shines colorful little hues when met with warmth of morning seen only who notice and she does. Seeking glimpse of beauty in daily life here and there. The first part of her behavior he found himself admiring to this day. When she is his and he hers. Yet like a demon peeking the goddess he shy away being caught by those (E/C) gaze when lost in admiration he was.

However his tender heart only threat to wore more when the straight line of her lips bloom into wondrous flower of smile and giggles of melody he knows, It was worth being a covet admirer.

However he also knows he can't be caught that he hurried his feet away from the girl of his dreams and love of his life leaving (Y/N) stand in front bunch of Hufflepuffs in disguise her lover was never present, whispering among themselves.

"Excuse me". They heard her voice, the gentle like breeze in summer earn their eyes on her. Boys staring at her with smiles hiding their green monster within hearts of how fortune Cedric is. "Do you know where Cedric is ?" They all shake their heads as lying under those piercing eyes are difficult and they had no desire to disappoint the beauty in front of being liars.

She pursed her lips, dissatisfied and nod her head, the notion brought a strand of hair forth smoothly settle around her curve of chin. "Okay. Have a good day". She breath, turning to march somewhere else.

Frown creep between her brows in both worry and exhaustion. From day before yesterday he is nowhere to be seen. Even a little glimpse of him would be miracle like yesterday but the moment his name echo in the library he vanish, like a ghost of fire leaving only trail of smoke behind. It upset her greatly and worry too.

What ifs being to nag her mind. What if he was bored of her.

What if he no longer desired a muggle-born ?

What if he was too generous to unable say their split up ?

Tears pool in her corners of eyes, glossing the clear hues losing herself in sorrow that she grasp feeling a touch on her shoulder. "Merlin ! Please, Hermione. Do not sneak up on me". Hermino apologize, her smile crooked as if enjoyed the stunt.

(Y/N) roll her eyes, proceed with the walk ignoring the following footsteps behind. Soft rustling crushing the grass beneath. "So, care to explain the reason behind your tears ?" She question, concern lace within her best friend's voice.

"For three days I have not met him. He is avoiding me". Hermione pause in her movements causing (Y/N) too, from the tail of her eyes she saw the brown haired girl shake her head.

"Never. For merlin's sake, he can't even resist not bringing you in every conversation with anyone that even Professor Dumbledore for the umpteenth time knows you are his lover". She smile, a genuine sparkle of envy color her brown eyes.

(Y/N) merely walk again, she felt her stare, watching her behind and awaiting her response but silence only meet her. Because (Y/N) had no words to spare. The innocent rays is suddenly too overwhelming it blinds her vision and waters that until it trickle down her cheeks to the chin falling to the crisp ground she didn't know she was crying.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. What happen ? Don't think of bad things". Hermione like a good friend she is brush her pale napkin to crease the falling sorrows.

"I-I am—". She pause again, lips quivering and mind scolding her for being so childish. Sadness still looming over her head, whispering of heartbreak. "—scared". In small voice she utter, gaze lower like a silly girl she thought she outgrown. "I am scared he will leave a muggle born like me and date a pure-blood". Cedric, the ever heroic and charming boy he is frightens (Y/N) of being stolen away by someone better. Prettier.

She is but a student with exceptional wit and yearning for the knowledge of world with mind seeds fill of insecurities. She knows she is pretty. But she is also difficult to handle.

Complain within seconds of any obstacles and distrust in everyone until proven innocent. She is afraid he no longer needs someone imperfect as her.

Despite having thousands assures through his words, gazes, endearments and touches the gawking believe of unloved and a burden never leaves. Only lingers and echo the worst times of her life.

"Shush. Let's go to the class before we are too late because we don't want you to be scolded and have further worst day, do we ?" (Y/N) shake her head, shrouded by shame she walk, her fingers wrap around Hermione's, tightening around for search of assurance and the press from brown haired girl calms her restless heart.

The smell of fresh books and potions surround her to reside into the room only, not wonder into the abyss of her lover. Listening to professor Horace she did as advised and the time pass swiftly than she desired. Potion class is what her favorite and actually enjoys than any other. The teacher annouce his dismissal and students heed happily.

Her fingertips press the wooden table harder, feeling the bumps and scars of the unliving object witness thousands of students' past and continue to see futures. She doesn't want to leave. Be left alone with her worrisome thoughts anymore.

Eyelids close burning at the growing ache from her forehead to her eyes and flutter closely when a folded paper catch her eyes, simple white hue with hint of yellow on the top appearing fresh from tore page of an old book.

She touches and glance at her sides to find footsteps faded and none is present apart from her as her best friend had separate class to attend. Curiously her gaze settle on the mysterious paper and unfold when a small scream greet her. Its frightful and surprised belonging to her own.

And the culprit behind of her wide eyes is the smoke pall her vision the moment she unfold the harmless paper. She blink and her palm wave the fog away, shushing them far away and finally her (E/C) eyes saw is a boquet of flower heavy her palm not the light presence of piece of paper.

Her head tilts and brows knitted of what in the world occur and a voice boom the room— a voice so familiar and near to her heart she feels it busting listening after entire three days.

Her ears bliss from the delight lacing the sentences, coating in honey as he speaks alike the time he asked her hand for Yule ball to proudly show his already won prize that wasn't the Triwizard cup, the eternal glory rather her, his eternal love.

"Forgive me love for upsetting you but please take my flower and know the meaning behind with another piece of paper hidden".

These little sentences grab her lips itched and prod at them to curl upwards, to fit the shape of a smile— a smile that solely birth from happiness but she fight against it. Resisting the urge and stare at the laid bouquet of flowers reminding memories of their heads buried under book of floriography, giggling to one another and learning such profound letters within little petals waiting to be discovered.

The ranunculus's golden and delicate, curled in foolish devotion, its petals layered like endless confessions. Daisies nestled beside them, their simple beauty mirroring the innocence of a heart too eager to fall. Among them, the red roses stood proud, reckless in their passion, as if proclaiming love too boldly to be denied. Forget-me-nots, small yet persistent, wove between the stems, a quiet plea: See me. Remember me. And finally, the bluebells, their soft hues trembling like a lover's voice, bowed as if humbled by affection too great to bear.

Together, they spoke without words—a fool’s heart laid bare, utterly and irreversibly in love.

And the letter shadowed into the heart of confessions indeed written. "I am a fool in love with you".

Behind is wrote go to the library.

Now the urge is strong, welling up in her chest with all colorful buoyancy of ecstasy and it pulled at her lips with a fierce difficult to battle.

Smile.

And Run.

Her heart says however she only listened to one words of its and that to run the direction of library, cool breath of wind sway her (short/long) hair behind and feet uncontrollably reaching the wide mouth of the destination.

Her expectation of his presence anguish a little to find it vacent than ever. The light bleeding through windows to accompany the books. Her eyes settle the last seats where the pair always share together their time, their usual spot if left free and she walk there.

Aimlessly and slowly for her lips part again. Surprise as if the piece of letter says.

She open them familiarity tugging her heart and again inky smoke silt their way in front of her, heavy her palm transforming into something permanent. Something to hold. As if clouds parting she could see a bouquet of new flowers.

The bouquet rested in quiet splendor, each bloom a whisper of inevitability, as though fate itself had plucked them from the garden of time.

The delphiniums, tall and reaching, stood like threads of an unseen force, weaving hearts together in an unbreakable bond. Irises, deep and knowing, gazed outward as if touched by prophecy, their petals unfurling in the shape of destiny’s call. Nestled between them, the red tulips burned with the quiet certainty of love meant to be, their hues like echoes of a promise made long before lips could speak it. White camellias rested in serene perfection, pure as the belief that some souls are sculpted just for one another. And draped between them, the cascading wisteria—soft, untamed, eternal—clung like an oath sworn across lifetimes.

Together, they whispered, If destiny had a shape, it would be you.

And indeed that what is wrote along behind the destination.

Her heart won. Folding pleasantly around her entirety to curl her lips so large it reaches eyes and wide to let the teeth peek.

Doubts are hushed now and worries vanish no longer lingering rather shame of red blush her cheeks of how could she dare doubt his love. The boy who looks at her like she is a deity and kisses her lips so soft, gentle like prayers and holds her tightly to worship.

The next letter is in a empty vase once open filling the red chrysanthemums, rich and bold, flared like embers of devotion, each crimson burning with passion too fierce to waver. White lilies, pristine and resolute, cradled the fire with quiet sincerity, their fragrance a whisper of truth beyond question. Among them, the delicate forget-me-nots wove their way, a soft yet unyielding plea—Never doubt, never forget. Pink carnations, their ruffled blooms tender and enduring, held the warmth of a love that neither time nor distance could dim. And standing tall, the gladiolus, unwavering in its stance, spoke of a heart that would never falter, never turn away.

Together, they declared, Never once dare doubt my love for you.

The quite trees heard her laugh and the sound of it's delightful peal turning up from her throat and chest to bolstered the grin that was rising to is her face.

The symphony of them let the nature aware of why such brilliant boy fell for her. Only her. Because she was not less than a gem.

She ran again inside the emptiness of buildings but strangely she felt whole to her next destination. The scene felt magical. No need of words almost everything was exchanged.

The smoke peel off revealing again sets of hidden confessions on the flower only to her who can read them.

And of course, meant for her.

The blue rose, rare and elusive, whispered of an aching void, a longing so deep that only one heart could ever fill it. Against its cool mystery, the red camellia burned with devotion, its petals unfolding like a heart that had found its missing piece. Gardenias, soft and fragrant, nestled between them, their ivory blooms carrying the weight of unspoken love—felt, known, irreplaceable. White orchids, poised in delicate grace, stood as proof that true love is not just found, but chosen, cherished. And at the heart of it all, the peony, full and resplendent, a final sigh of completion, a love that had turned emptiness into eternity.

Together, they profess, Without you, I am nothing. But with you, I am whole.

Shakily breath leaves her lips as if he just envelop his warm body behind her, embracing and confessing his deepest darkest secrets but the truth is, he had said few of the words before and simple as they are to utter, the most deeply felt they are as well.

The corridor.

Feeling special brewing she run towards there. The rattling beneath her breast is faster the nearer she is. Their first meeting.

Empty again and there not a letter to transform rather plainly in sight laid Red roses, their petals rich and velvety, stood at the forefront, bold as it's hue—this was the feeling, the passion, unmistakable and true. Yellow tulips, bright and radiant, scattered their sunshine, a tender reminder of how love could warm the heart even on the coldest days. Amid them, sprigs of lavender swayed softly, their calming fragrance offering peace to a heart that had only just discovered its truest beat. The delicate freesia nestled within, a symbol of trust and new beginnings, whispered that this love was still growing, still unfolding. And interwoven between them, the alstroemeria offered a quiet strength—Love, in its truest form, lifts us and supports us, side by side.

Together, they spoke without a sound, as if in perfect harmony—I think this is what they call love.

The letter this time wrote. The end.

Connecting all the flowers together words mingle, gaps fills and the sentiments pour above her, drenching her in warm bath of love even the prettiest dream she had will pale.

Unaware staring at the pieces of love in front stood Cedric to surprise her rather he become astonished because of how divine she looked.

Oddly she wore the same uniform as others, the crest of her house hanged near her chest. She looked the same as daily.

But he knew.

He could see the daylight outlined the shape of her, her head and shoulders and arms and glowed unbashedly in the locks of her beautiful (H/C) hair. It cover her like a being of heavenly, good, otherworldly. She wore it like a shawl, standing letting the light melt over the curves of her flesh like a gleaming white and golden robe. Holding his letters in shape of flowers if he could he marry her now. She seem ready to bear his surname.

Unholy thoughts blacken his mind that when their eyes collide, the smile she gave impale his heart and her run to him further twist the heartache, she looks so perfect it hurts and when she wrap her body on top of him he could finally breath.

She is both his doom and salivation.

Her coolness sweep into his body. His arms caress her waist and nuzzle on her temple, residing entirely on her. Unable to fight the losing battle with himself he kiss her.

Her lips that belongs and feel to him, so familiar so sweet he taste her eargerly, tries to drown in her, in the shape of her and him and what came of them coming together. He couldn't let his eyes rest, swallowed by the inky darkness when her closed eyes comfort him enough.

He need not darkness.

Only her.

Her palm rest against his chest, press a little for their kiss to end. His face separate a little with reluctant, from his hair her strand of hair untangled, his vision let his fingers trace her skin while brushing the hair behind her ear leaving trails of shivers.

"Here". From behind, her palm present a gift he did not thought would be given at all. The Agapanthus, their starry blooms glowing with unity, spoke of a bond that had grown strong, intertwined within their delicate stems, the Sweet Peas unfurled their tenderness with each one a fragile plea, like the whisper of a heart that had given itself completely.

"I am yours," the flowers seemed to say, the Agapanthus standing firm in their declaration. "That’s why, with each soft breath, with every fluttering petal, I ask—take care of me, for in your hands, I bloom."

Together, they formed a message not of need, but of trust, of surrender, and of love that was both fragile and unbreakable.

"(Y/N)". He utter her name like a prayer he never does until he heard this name. If his heart earlier didn't bust enough, now the pieces of flesh cling to his bones, spread by the diseases of euphoria he now cling to her crushing the flowers between them.

"Cedric !" She calls his name. Ah, the name sounds much wonderful than it should be, like it was hers to only beckon, her to breath life into.

"I love you". He profess, press their bodies harder, tighter to the brim their lungs suffocate.

"I love you too". She chuckle, golden with laughter and honesty on the tip. Shed of any mask of pretense.

FIN

Note : okay, so for the first time I watched the harry potter series and fell for this Hufflepuff pretty boy. But I couldn't bring myself to make him a yandere....Yet. So a sweet treat after my slump.

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you're alone with james in his room, lying in his bed and playing with his hair while he's laying his head on you. you've always loved playing with his hair and he's always loved you playing with it, he finds it relaxing and his hair is so silky and soft.

one of the many perks of him being head boy is that he has a separate room so he doesn't have to dorm with people anymore. he doesn't think there's a problem with sharing a room with his friends but when you used to come up to his room to spend time with him someone else would always be there talking to you, stealing your attention. he could handle when remus or sirius brought people back for the night with simple silencing charms and closing of the curtains but it was a different story when he wanted to see only you and instead you included everyone in the conversations you were having, you might have even ended up on one of the others bed. he wanted you all to himself. now that he's head boy he's gotten his wish and he gets all your attention.

james is so comfortable he could fall asleep. with the combination of you playing with his messy hair, him getting to feel your warmth and your cute squishy tummy underneath his head, he's in heaven. there's no place he'd rather be than with you.

you can tell that james is close to falling asleep due to him starting to talk less and when he does he does it languidly. "mmph, you're so comfy and soft."

you giggle at that, " 'm glad to hear it jamie. y'know if you end up falling asleep i'll do the same."

as you say that you hear sirius swinging the door open, followed by remus and peter. james grumbles at the noise and turns his head away from the door so he's laying with his cheek pressed up against you and nuzzles you. "you should of knocked sirius," remus scolds him.

"oh, give over. it's not like they were doing anything," sirius retorts.

james grabs hold of your waist tightly, silently wishing for them to leave and him to be able to continue nearly falling asleep on you. "yeah sirius, next time knock." james' heart beats quickly and his breathing hitches. is this a confession? "we could of been talking shit about you or conspiring against you." james wants to feel let down that it's not a confession about how you might have been together in ways that would constitute a silencing charm and closing of curtains, but he can't, you're so cute, just so very you, he laughs and true smile appears on his face, where his eyes crinkle at the corners with cheeks raised high.

"you may have forgotten prongs, because obviously i so rudely interrupted you, but we've got a prank planned with snivellus right now," sirius looks at you both and smirks.

"i thought you've been more careful with your pranks recently guys. why are you pranking snape?" you sit up and look at them all.

"because, my dear, snivellus deserves it," sirius replies leaning against the wall. james narrows his eyes at the term of endearment sirius called you, it went unnoticed by you but sirius noticed and smirked again.

you roll your eyes at 'snivellus deserves it', snape always deserves it but james said he'd try and be more careful this year since he's been appointed head boy and remus is a prefect as well. they said if they're going to be pulling anymore pranks they'll be more discrete but you don't think it will be discrete with the way sirius is talking.

"it was james' idea actually," remus adds on.

james sits up and he comes to his own defence quickly, "he a thousand percent deserves it this time."

you cross your arms and look at him annoyance, "you're not going to tell me why this time are you?"

"no, but you'll have to believe me on this." you grab hold of his arm and pout before dramatically falling back on the bed. james grins again as he takes that as a yes and pulls you back up. "are you gonna stay here until after 'm back?"

you shake your head and shuffle closer to him, " it's getting late jamie, i'm going back to m' dorm."

he thought you'd say that but he also had hoped that you'd stay and he'd come back with you asleep in his bed. "alright love, see you tomorrow morning?"

you nod you head and kiss his cheek before getting up, "night everyone, night jamie. please try not to get into any trouble tonight."

"can't make any promises," sirius tells you before remus whacks his arm.

"we'll be fine," peter reassures you.

"yeah, i'll keep everyone in check," remus tells you.

they successfully carried out their prank that night without getting caught. that morning you see snape with bright pink hair and the marauders grinning brightly. james grins the most, payback for calling my best friend someone you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot broomstick when rosier asked if you liked her and were friends. like she'd ever, EVER want to be friends with you, like she'd ever, EVER even tolerate you.

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Joke Pt 3

Young Sirius Black x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine:  Sirius really likes you but his reputation makes you think he’s using you for a joke. He has to prove his feelings for you but it goes horribly wrong.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: None

Masterlist 

Part 1  Part 2

previously...

Now that you were pretty much alone again, you pulled out the earrings once more to admire them, holding them in your hands and you had to urge to bring them up to hold against your chest. You’d never received such a gift before, you loved them. Maybe he really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings?

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A bored sigh left your mouth as you waited in the Gryffindor common room for Lily to return. Everyone had left to go to Hogsmeade but you hadn’t gotten your permission slip signed in time and couldn’t go. You hadn’t stuck around long, not wanting to cause a scene by arguing with the professor. You said goodbye to Lily and walked back to the common room to lie down on the couch. There was only a couple of third years around, everyone else was at classes or on trips out. You supposed it was going to be a very lonely couple of hours. You turned over to face the fireplace, watching the flames was calming and it relaxed you. You jumped when you felt something touch your leg, pulling them closer to you and spinning your head around to see Sirius standing next to you, his hands in the air.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, was just wondering if I could sit here.” You didn’t say anything but you moved to sit up so he could sit on the other end of the couch. You bent your legs up towards you and looked at the couch arm, “What are you doing here?” Sirius scoffed out a laugh, “What? I’m not allowed to be in my own common room?” You rolled your eyes, “You know what I meant, why aren’t you on the trip with everyone else?” Sirius shrugged his shoulders, “Parents wouldn’t sign my permission slip.” You glanced over in his direction, “That sucks.” He made a noise of indifference, “No, not really, I wasn’t really going to do anything there anyways.”

You nodded and turned to face him properly, having to turn your head every couple of seconds was hurting your neck a little, “So what are you gonna do until your entourage come back?” Sirius chuckled and shrugged his shoulder again, “I’m not quite sure, how about you?” You sighed in thought, “Well, I was thinking about going to the library to do some homework.” Sirius blurted out, “No, that’s boring. I’ve got an idea. Wait here.” You were confused as Sirius jumped up from the couch and ran upstairs to the boys dorms. You didn’t want to just leave, that would be kind of mean, even if he deserved it. You weren’t exactly sure why you were being friendly to Sirius after what he did, but you had a feeling you were going to regret it. 

You waited there for five minutes before Sirius finally returned, with a piece of fabric in his arm that looked like a cloak and a plain piece of parchment. You gave him a hesitant look, “What are you expecting to do with those?” Sirius just grinned and waved you over as he started walking out of the common room. You groaned as you got up and followed him, wishing you hadn’t said anything to him now. You should’ve known he would eventually rope you into one of his pranks. You’d only took one step outside and you looked around but didn’t see Sirius anywhere. He was right here, where did he go? You went to go walk down the stairs when you felt a tap on your shoulder behind you. You turned around but there was nothing there. 

Just as you were starting to get creeped out, you felt something get thrown over your head and suddenly Sirius was standing right in front of you, “Hello gorgeous.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at how close the two of you were, you were an inch away from touching. You tried to step back but Sirius put his arm around you to keep you close, “Careful, wouldn’t want to cloak to fall off and reveal us sneaking around would you?” While Sirius wouldn’t mind it at all if he was caught with you so close to him, you were worried what people might think about you considering what happened a couple weeks ago with the badges. You sighed but stayed close to him, “Where did you get this anyway?” “It’s James’, some kind of family trinket or something. Comes in really handy for pranks, and so does this.” He showed you the piece of parchment and you sighed, taking it into your hands, “And how does a piece of parchment help you with pranks?” Sirius reached over to tap it with his wand, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” 

You looked in awe as text started to show up on the parchment, and then confusion, “Who are these guys?” Sirius grinned, clearly excited, “They’re us, me and the guys. I’m Padfoot, Remus is Mooney, James is Prongs and Peter is Wormtail.” You hummed, “So this shows you where everyone is in the castle? No wonder you lot get away with so much.” Sirius nodded, pointing to a corridor where you could see a couple of teachers passing then turned to face each other. While you were snooping, Sirius saw a teacher heading this way and covered your mouth, pushing you against the wall. You felt your heart racing and you blushed but once you saw the professor walk past you two, you calmed down. Sirius moved away from you, “Are you okay?” You looked down and nodded, “Yeah I’m fine.” Sirius could tell there was something up with you but didn’t question it, taking your hand and leading you in the direction of Filch’s office. 

You wouldn’t admit it but it was kind of thrilling sneaking around without anyone knowing you were there. You doubted you would agree to do this on a regular basis but you could be persuaded to do it again. You saw Filch going into his office and just before the door shut, Sirius pulled you inside with him. You watched as Sirius pulled out his wand and whispered a spell that made the desk start to float. Filch gasped and cried out, watching in horror as the cabinets started flickering open and shut again. You had to hold back a laugh as he fell over trying to leave and Sirius put his wand to his throat to make his voice sound more ghostly as he shouted, “Get Out!” Filch whimpered and practically crawled out of the room and you heard him shouting, “Demon Furniture! Demon Furniture!” as he ran down the hallway.” Once the coast was clear, you let yourself laugh out loud, “Is he always this gullible?” Sirius chuckled but it was quieter than normal. He wasn’t really paying attention to what you said, too bust focusing on your laugh. He had never heard you laugh so hard before, he didn’t want it to end. He felt proud that he was the one who made you laugh like that. 

You sighed in relief as you stopped laughing, it was starting to hurt your sides, you were laughing so much. You looked at Sirius, a smile on your face but it went away when you saw how he was looking at you. You cleared your throat, “What?” He stepped closer and looked into your eyes, “Can I show you something? But you can’t tell anyone else about it.” You nodded, this was possibly the most exciting day you’ve had all year, you wouldn’t mind experiencing a little more. 

You followed Sirius out of Filch’s office, still hiding underneath the cloak. Having to be confined against Sirius was making you feel a little warm under your jumper. Just as your fingers fiddled with the hem, preparing to take it off, Sirius suddenly stopped in front of you. You didn’t manage to stop yourself in time and crashed right into his back, your hands instinctively clinging onto his sides to steady yourself in case you fell. Sirius felt heat rush to his cheeks having felt your body pressed against his back, your arms half wrapped around him. But as soon as he felt it, it was gone as you pushed yourself away from him to stand by yourself. Sirius turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, “We’re here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked straight at a plain stone wall, identical to many others within the castle. Sirius grinned at your face as he closed his eyes and started to think. You looked at either side, looking out for any students or teachers headed your way, but there was no one in sight. You glanced back at the wall and your eyes widened ever so slightly as you watched a pattern start to emerge on the wall in front of you. It grew and grew until it showed two large doors. Your mouth was parted in shock, how had you never noticed this before. A snicker ruined your awe and you glared at Sirius who did nothing to hide his amusement. He opened the door and headed inside waiting until you were both safely inside until taking the cloak off. You gasped as you looked around the room, it looked like a similar version of your common room but cosier, there was something about it that made you feel safe and protected. Sirius watched you wander about the room, “This is the Room of Requirement. It comes to those in need. Me and the guys found it a couple years ago.”

You had sat yourself down on one of the many couches in the room, “What would you need another common room for? All to yourself?” Sirius followed you to the couch, “It doesn’t always look like this, the room alters to fit what you need it for.” You nodded in understanding, “So why do you need this room?” Sirius shrugged, “I guess it’s where I feel most comfortable, where I see all the people most important to me.” You weren’t looking at him but you didn’t miss his pointed stare as he spoke. You tugged the sleeves of your jumper down over your wrists as you looked down at your feet, a rush of awkwardness overcoming you, “So what are we doing here then?”

Sirius shrugged and looked around, “Whatever we want, the room will adapt to bring us whatever we require, hence the name, so just name it?” You slowly spun around, eyes taking in everything that was laid out over tabletops and on the couches. Your eyes caught a familiar chessboard, “Want to play some chess?” It wasn’t the most interesting idea but it was all you could think of. Sirius hummed in thought, “Alright but we’ll make it interesting, after each game, the loser has to reveal something about themselves.” You sighed and rolled your eyes at him but sat down, of course he had to use this to pry into your personal life. But again, there was nothing else to do until everyone returned from Hogsmeade so you might as well waste the time somehow. You placed the chess board atop the coffee table in front of the fireplace and the two of you sat either side of it on the floor, the thick rug on the ground was warm and soft enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Within twenty minutes, Sirius held a triumphant smirk on his face as his king smashed your queen into pieces, “Checkmate (Y/L/N), time to reveal your secrets,” he wiggled his fingers in front of you and you didn’t bother hiding a small smile as you looked up, thinking of what to say. “Um, okay, I’ll say that my favourite colour is red.” You looked at Sirius and was taken aback by his unimpressed expression, “What?” Sirius rolled his eyes, “That was nothing, rule change, you have to answer the winner’s question of choice with complete honesty.” You huffed, “Okay fine, what is it?” “I want to know what your favourite animal is.”

You shrugged in mild annoyance, “I don’t see how that’s much of a step up from my favourite colour, but okay. My favourite animal would be dogs , they’re just so cute and usually pretty friendly. My parents have three and I love them all.” Sirius smiled to himself and you raised an eyebrow at him but he shook his head, “Nothing, now come on, let’s go again.”

Almost two hours had passed and it was abundantly clear that you were out of your league playing chess with Sirius. You had lost every single game and had been forced into spilling the beans about your hobbies, wether Lily fancied James or if he had no chance at all, which classes you liked best, what the muggle world was like, your favourite things about the wizarding world etc. You had started to get bored of chess after losing so many times but you didn’t want to seem like a sore loser though you did nothing to hide the pout on your face as it appeared Sirius had the upper hand once again. Sirius smiled to himself as he watched you staring at all the difference pieces left on the board, your eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration as you looked for a way to win. He purposely moved his knight away to leave his queen open to be attacked and watched with restrained glee as you sat up in excitement, practically shouting, “Checkmate! Checkmate! Finally!”

Sirius couldn’t help the chuckles as he watched you and you couldn’t help filling up with embarrassment, your cheeks flushing red as you settled back down. You cleared your throat, “Okay now it’s my turn to ask you a question and you have to be completely honest.” Sirius nodded in return at your pause. You sighed and looked him in the eyes, “Do you really like me or is it all a joke?” Sirius’s face turned serious as he stared back at you, “I know everyone thinks of me as just some prankster, as some kind of ‘manwhore’ as I heard Molly say before, but I never intend to hurt anyone’s feelings. I don’t pretend to like someone for a prank, I know I went about it all the wrong way but I promise I do like you (Y/N), you’re different than the other girls, I can’t stop thinking about you. But you’ve said no and I’ll respect that now like I should have done in the beginning. I’m still really sorry about that and I’m glad we’re friends again at least.”

You bit your lip and nodded your head, his words seemed genuine and that was good enough for you. You gave him a soft smile, “Thank you, now come on, Lily and the others should be back any moment now so let’s head back, I’m satisfied now that I’ve won once.” Sirius got up and followed you out, using the map to show when it would be clear to exit the room of Requirement. You didn’t bother hiding with the cloak on the way back, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence back to the Gryffindor common room. The two of you headed inside of the painting and once it opened, you heard loud voices all chattering over each other, indicating everyone had returned already. Sirius turned to you, “Well, I had fun today maybe I can help you waste time again?” You scoffed, “I’ll think about it, it was pretty fun.”

Sirius couldn’t help the big grin on his face as he turned and walked over to the other marauders. You watched him walk away for a moment and just as you were about to turn away, you saw a piece of parchment fall out of his pocket and land on the floor in front of you. You quickly picked it up before it could get stood on and turned it over to see what it was. Your eyes skimmed over the paper and saw it was his permission slip for the Hogsmeade trip today, only at the bottom it was clearly signed by both of his parents. You looked up but he hadn’t seen you pick it up so you quickly folded it and put it into your own trouser pocket, heading upstairs to see if Lily had come straight back as well. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the warm feeling you felt in your chest as your hand gripped the parchment in your pocket.

[iserorilydontnowlol]

fucking your boyfriend in hogwarts during winter

tags: (preferred chubby) female reader, cockwarming, powerplay, edgeing

It was snowing. The blue and white light illuminated your dark room through the crystalized window. Your boyfriend’s cock stayed nuzzled deep inside you, warm against the harsh coldness. You too stayed trapped under his body protected from the winter of Hogwarts.

Your boyfriend despite how mean he was at times relished having you around his length especially during stressful months. You were a ‘muggle’ according to him while he was a ‘pure-blood slytherin’ the greatest of the great. He loves to boast about his god given gifts and his superiority over you. Still, he showed you kindness and love like none other. You definitely weren’t allowed at the wizarding school but your boyfriend didn’t care. If he needed you, he needed you.

When you felt at ease and your eyes began to give out, your boyfriend would thrust lightly waking you up.

“Stay awake,” he said, “ I wanna see you awake.”

And so you complied. Every now and then, he’d get a bit aggressive and fuck you for a few minutes while pinning on your leg above your head. You’d let out short moans and pleading whines which earned a giggle from him.

“Good girl. That’s right-” he delved in deeper into your cervix, letting out a little groan, “kn…know your place.”

You nod aggressively, biting your lip and spreading your cunt out for him as he thrusted in deeper. His pace quickens and his groans become louder and louder. Maybe you’ll finally get your orgasm.

You moan louder in sync with his pace but right before you can cum, he pulls out.

“No, haha, no” he spoke heavily still regaining his breath.

He fills you back up and lays on top of you. You wrap your legs around his body and wait till he gets horny again.

>Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

[ijustbewriting]

Birthday Gift

Remus Lupin X Reader

Word count : 1.6k

A/N - Thank you guys for so much love on my first Wolfstar imagine! Please feel free to give me some request :) Hope you guys enjoy. Not proofread!

Remus was celebrating his 18th birthday, of course his friends had to make a big deal out of it. They threw a big party and with plenty of ridiculous decorations and alcohol The party was massive. 

When the party started they all gave them his birthday gifts. Books, jumpers, vinyls. Y/n had watched as the boy had opened his gifts with a big smile. She had a gift of her own but wanted to give it to him without a crowd. That seemed to be a hard task at the moment. The part was full swing, people drinking and dancing, the music loud and the room hot. It being his 18th birthday of course Remus indulged in a few drinks and was tipsy. And by some miracle after looking for what felt like forever you found him. Asking him to smoke a cigarette with you, you two headed somewhere off near a hallway with a window. Remus lit the cigarette you had given him and you watched as he lit it up leaning against the wall. You had the present  behind your hands, you shifted your feet side to side, Remus ever the observant noticed. He looked at you as he took a  drag of his cigarette.

“What are you hiding ?” “ You’re my best friend” You state to which he raises his eyebrow and chuckles. Best friend? sure .

“ and you are mine, so what’s with all the secrecy hm? I thought best friends weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other?”

“It's my love letter confessing my feelings for you obviously” you say in mock seriousness.

Remus raises his eyebrow

“A love letter?” he deadpanned 

“ well let’s see it the, all your love and lustful thoughts about me”

“Oh it's very kinky so watch out”

“Oh i'm quaking in fear right now” he replied sarcastically

“C’mon om sure the kinky descriptions can’t be too much for me to handle. I am mature “

“ but I’m also like very horny” you reply, he lets out a snort

“Ah yes of course you are’’ he replies taking another drag of his cigarette 

“Ovulation is a crazy thing”

“I'm sure it is” He responds amused but he feels his cheeks warm up and he’s not sure if it's the firewhiskey in his system or this whole conversation. After a moment of silence Remus looks at Y/N with a raised eyebrow

“Are you going to hand it over or am I gonna have to wait?”

“Did I mention it was very detailed ?”

“You did “ He replies 

“ and now I’m even more curious as to how detailed this very detailed letter is”

“Alright here” you reply, handing the letter to him, he happily grabs the letter with a smirk on his face, putting out the cigarette.

“Watch me take it like a champ” he says before opening the letter and begins to read the letter. The letter did not in fact have Y/Ns fanfiction of her and Remus or anything remotely kinky or sexual, instead the contents within were filled with heartfelt words and genuine emotions.

Remus grinned as he finished the letter

No lustful words, he didn’t know why but he much preferred this over what could have been Y/Ns perverted thoughts of him.

After another moment of reading Remus looked back up for the better a smile on his face/

“You are such an odd person Y/N” he said fondly 

“Thank you, I try “ you say in a joking matter

“ Oh trust me you don’t need to try, it comes to you naturally “ he quipped 

“But seriously, this letter” he shakes his head 

“Really though, its lovely, really thank you Y/N”

‘​yeah of course “ you hum “That's not all, I have something else for you”

“ A second thing? You’re really spoiling me for my birthday huh?” he teases as you hand him his second gift. He takes is a curious expression in his face 

“Can I get a hint?’ he asks 

“ Well a couple of months ago you told me about this rare book that was only printed a hundred times”

His eyes widened a bit

“You got me -” his voice excited now 

“You actually got me one?” he finished, there was no way. The book was impossible to get, it was ridiculously rare and ridiculously expensive. He unwraps the gift slowly

“Oh merlin” he breathes out

“How did you get this-how did you even manage to do this ?” he asks looking up at her 

“Pulled some string and I got in contact with an old librarian and well” You shrug “there it is”

Remus looked at the book with awe

“This is-” he ran his fingers across the cover

“This is amazing, thank you Y/N”

“Yeah of course” you give him a smile. He looked at you, expression softening 

“ You didn’t have to do this you know, buying the book was probably hell and super expensive and here I am with a heartfelt letter and rare book”

“ I know you would have loved my sexy letter instead but I held back and gave you the book instead “ you sighed as if you were actually disappointed. He huffed out a laughed

“Yes thank you, i'm sure it's for the best you held back in your sexiness I don’t think my heart could handle it”

“I know, I know- but I hope you enjoy your book” 

“Enjoy is a slight understatement, I’m never letting this go’’ he smiles softly 

“Seriously , thank you again. It's too much really but I appreciate it all immensely. You really are something” He paused for a second, studying your face.

“Come here” he said after a moment , opening his arms for a hug, you of course go in for a hug. He wraps his arms around Y/N hugging him close to her chest. He buried his face on her neck and inhaled deeply, taking in her familiar and comforting scent. They stayed like that for a moment. Remus holding on to her and not really wanting to let go. She had given him the best presents anyone could ever give him. 

“You’ve outdone yourself, you know that?”

“You think so?”

“ I know so, I mean a heartfelt letter and one of the rarest book in history, that’s a win” Remus pulls back a bit to look at her face

“Honestly though, I don’t understand how you could even think to go such lengths for me”

“It's easy when it's you “ 

He felt his face warm up but covered it with a laugh.

“Easy? Easy?” he repeats his eyebrows raised

“Do you even have any idea how much that present  is worth to me? In money, that is. And you call it ‘easy’?”

“ I don’t think much about it when it comes to you” you reply and he feels his face getting warmer 

“What in the hell am I going to give you in return? Nothing can top this, I doubt I can top this” 

“ you don’t have to, just enjoy it please” you reply almost pleadingly, he shakes his head.

“No, No, I'm not just accepting it without giving anything in return, not fair. I will repay you somehow”He pauses for a moment.

“ I need to give you something” He insisted, his voice earnest.

“Anything, please”

“What would you even give me ?” you huff out a laugh, he huffed out a laugh himself trying to find an answer to your question. He had no idea, there was nothing that could compare to the gift that you had given him.He was silent for a beat before an idea popped in his mind.

“Come here” Remus grabbed you, hoisting you up  and had you sit down on the edge of the window trapping you in place.You gave out a small squeak of surprise as you were suddenly lifted up and sat on the ledge. He stood between your legs , trapping you.

“There is one thing I can give you” he mused, his voice low. His eyes flickered down your lips before looking back into your eyes.

“It's a gift you…” He leaned closer to you, his body almost pressed up against you, he continued

“...you would enjoy”

“Remus-”

“Shh…” He hushed you, his hand now on your face caressing your cheek.

“You have given me, to put it bluntly, the two best presents I have ever received. Can you really blame me for wanting to return the favor?” He ran his thumb against your bottom lip.

“let me give you this” his voice just above a whisper

“Okay” you whisper back. He leans further into you, his face inches away from yours. “Okay” he repeats, his voice barely a breath.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course” you reply instantly and with no hesitation.

“Good”

And with that, Remus presses his lips to yours. The kiss is firm, almost possessive, filled with hunger he didn’t know he had. His hand moves to grip the back of your head, keeping you close and not letting you escape. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours , demanding entrance into your mouth. You respond by parting your mouth for him, he takes no time and slips his tongue into your mouth exploring and claiming it as his own. He kisses you as if he was starving and you were the only thing that could satiate him, his hands explored your body, his touch electric and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His teeth nicked your bottom lip and a small gasp escapes you and he lets his tongue explore yours again. He groaned softly as he pulled away. 

After catching your breath you speak

“I think that was a perfect way to pay me back”, He laughs still a bit out of breath.

“I’m not done paying you back”

[brookaboo]

unseen battles

Draco malfoy x chubby!reader 

what happens when the girls from hogwarts seem to have it out for y/n and she wants control over her emotions but what happens when Draco finds out

The empty classroom was cold, the only light coming from the small bit of moonlight spilling through the high windows. You sat on the floor, your back pressed against the wall, the sleeve of your robe pushed up as fresh tears streamed down your face. The sharp sting on your arm was almost a relief—it quieted the voices in your head for a moment, dulling the pain that had been building for weeks a moment of peace finally.

It wasn’t the first time. The taunts about your weight, the cruel laughter in the hallways, and the whispered insults had chipped away at you piece by piece slowly  braking you. The faces of your bullies blurred together in your mind, but their words stuck like thorns in your heart.

The door creaked open, and you froze, pulling your sleeve down quickly. But it was too late.

“[Y/N]?”

You looked up, your breath catching when you saw Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. His pale face was drawn with concern, his sharp grey eyes fixed on you.

“Draco,” you stammered, trying to force a smile. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer. His gaze dropped to your arm and his sharp eyes softened once he saw the faint red marks you hadn’t been able to hide in time. His expression hardened, and without a word, he crossed the room in a few quick strides, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“What is this?” he demanded, his voice low and urgent as he gently grabbed your wrist.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, trying to pull away, but his grip was firm not painful, but steady, like he wasn’t going to let you go.

“It’s not nothing,” he snapped, his voice cracking. “Why are you doing this? Who… who did this to you? Who is causing you this pain”

You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They spilled over, and you shook your head, your voice breaking. “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. I just… I just wanted it to stop.”

Draco’s face crumpled, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t know what to say. Then he let out a shaky breath, his voice softening. “You think this is going to make it stop? Hurting yourself?”

“I don’t know!” you cried, burying your face in your hands. “I just… I feel like I’m nothing, Draco. Like I’m not good enough for anyone. They remind me every day—about how I look, how I don’t fit in. I’m so tired of it I’m just so done with these feelings”

Draco was silent for a long moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was raw, almost trembling. “I know what it’s like to feel like you’re not enough. To feel trapped by everyone else’s expectations.”

You looked up at him, surprised, and saw something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before you saw vulnerability he usually kept hidden.

He hesitated, but then he tugged up his own sleeve. Your breath hitched as you saw the faint, thin scars along his forearm. And there, etched into his skin like a label, was the Dark Mark.

“This is what happens when you let people control you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be a Death Eater, but I didn’t think I had a choice. My family—my father—they made me feel like I wasn’t enough unless I did what they wanted. And when it got too much, when I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore… I did the same thing you did. I thought it would help. But it doesn’t.”

Your chest tightened as you stared at him, tears streaming down your face. “Draco…”

He reached for your hand, his grip firm and grounding. “Listen to me. You can’t let them win. You can’t let them make you feel like this you can never please everyone princess ok you can’t let them change you”

“I don’t know how to stop,” you whispered.

“I do,” he said, his voice steady now. “You don’t do this alone. You let me help you. You let me remind you how much you matter, even when you don’t believe it yourself.”

His fingers tightened around yours, and his eyes burned with a fierce determination. “You don’t get to leave me, [Y/N]. You don’t. You die when I say you die. And right now, I’m not done with you. I’m not ever going to be done with you.”

His words broke something inside you—a dam that had been holding back everything you’d been feeling no one has ever showed that much care for you. You sobbed, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried into his chest.

“You’re not nothing,” he murmured, his voice soft but unwavering. “You’re everything to me, [Y/N] you are my whole world the light to my darkness And I’ll prove it to you every day if I have to. You’re not alone anymore.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe. Wrapped in Draco’s arms, you believed him. Maybe you weren’t as broken as you thought. Maybe, just maybe, you were enough.

[asapphiccrow]

Evanescence

Mattheo x plus size!Reader

Warnings: Mild Language, Death of an animal

A/N: Each chapter will have a song associated with it, this chapter is Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott. (characters are aged up to 12)

W/C: 2k

Chapter 1

Unicorn Blood

The sun had finally set, giving room to the moon. Bea was making her way back from late night adventuring around the school property. She was hoping to find something that had not yet been tainted by other students. A place for her, but to no avail. Realizing how late it had gotten she, ever so quietly, made her way back to the slytherin common room. The halls of Hogwarts were extraordinary, enchanted candles at every turn, the beautiful architecture of each window and door frame. It truly was a wonder, especially at night. Bea always thought it was the best time to wander the halls. No one else was awake to bother you, or push you into the walls as they ran to class, even the ghosts were asleep. It was the most peaceful and calming time of day in the castle walls. That is until she heard voices. Is that Draco?. 

Draco Malfoy a cocky boy who she just so happened to be in the same friend group as. He definitely wasn’t her favorite person but was he really anyones. 

Along with the voice of Malfoy she heard the golden trio. This piqued the young slytherins' curiosity. Bea made her way over to the open room where the voices were coming from. As she peaked her head in, curious eyes began scanning the room, until they locked with a certain professor. 

“Ah Miss Holloway”, professor Mcgonagel announced, her voice echoing off the walls. All eyes were now off the professor and on the sneaking slytherin.  “It seems you children haven’t quite grasped the concept of curfew”, the older witch continues, “but no matter, I’ll let detention service as a reminder of why we should all obey curfews”, ending her statement with a small smirk. 

Everyone then turned back in attention to the professor. The blonde headed slytherin also painted his face with a smirk and a quick laugh. No doubt thinking that the detention was not for him as well. 

“And why are you laughing Mr. Malfoy”, Mcgonagel questioned the young boy before her, “no matter how “heroic” your actions seemed to be, you were up pasted curfew too”, her smirk growing wider as Dracos fell as quickly as it appeared, “you will be serving detention with them, you as well Ms Holloway”, looking past the four children in front of her to make sure Bea acknowledge what she has said. With a small nod the black haired girl sent her acknowledgment. 

-------Time Skip To Detention—-----

Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, and Bea were all gathered at the entrance of the forbidden forest. This is where they were meant to serve their detention. Bea didn’t mind really; she enjoyed the calm and quiet energy of the forest, it reminded her of the forest Honey, Luna, and her would spend hours in as children. Draco on the other hand did not, his protests verbal and quite whiny. The golden trio didn’t say much but by the looks on their faces, especially Rons, they as well did not want to enter that forest. 

Hagrid split them up, Hermione and Ron with him and Harry, Draco, and Bea with each other. Draco, of course displeased with the pair, let out a scoff, crossing his arms and announcing that he would like to take Fang. Hagrid of course agreed but warned of how much of a coward Fang was. The cocky blondes face dropped, a look of anxiety overtaking his features

The groundskeeper then spoke up, “well we best we on our way, yeah”, making his way to the beginning of the forest gesturing for Harry’s group to go one way while the rest went another. 

The whole way through Draco ranted about how his father will hear about this, about how he's not scared and that Harry probably is. The golden boy, as many called him, interrupted Draco and began an argument. The curly headed girl wanted none of this, she continued to walk along with Fang in search for whatever it was they were looking for. 

Bea suddenly came to a stop with Fang hiding behind her, tail between his legs. She looked down at the sight before her. The boys soon stopped as well, finally seeing what had stopped Bea in her tracks. 

There laid a unicorn, dead, above it a figure hidden in a black cloak drinking its blood. The haunting figure soon stopped. Looking up at the three children and the cowardice dogs, it then stood up, walking closer, and closer. Draco and Fang soon began running away from the scene, screaming as though he was the one being chased. The two left backed away slowly. Bea backed away behind the trees overflowing roots, while the ladder backed away over a root, tripping and falling down. The figure continued its slow pursuit towards the frightened boy. In that moment Harry and Bea believed that would be Harry's last moments, Bea saying a silent goodbye to the boy in her head. 

As it seemed like Harry's time was up, Bea heard hooves approaching fast, then a horse humanoid creature dropped down between Harry and the ghostly figure. The girl soon recognized it as a centaur. The centaur raised its hooves and let out a chorus of loud neighs, successfully scaring away the ominous creature. It turned back to Harry, warning him of the danger the forbidden forest posed to the young wizard. Seemingly not caring about that, the boy spoke up, asking what that creature was. The centaur explained the crimes and curse that falls upon whomever choses to slay a unicorn and ingest its blood.

 He then flipped the question on Harry and asked a question of his own, “who do you know that could commit such a violent act to something so pure?”. 

After a few seconds of thought the boy spoke softly in response, “Voldemort”.

‘Voldemort!’ Bea explained in her head, her thoughts continued, ‘Voldemort is back, Mattheo was right…’

The young witches train of thought was soon cut off by a booming voice. It was Hagrid, followed by Hermione and Ron. After a few more words were exchanged Firenze, the centaur, ventured off. The group of young wizards & witches, with Hagrid, soon made their way back to hogwarts

------The Next Night—------

“So where were you last night Bea”, Pansy questioned, eyes narrowed at her dorm mate. 

This question piqued the curiosity of the other of the four of the other young Slytherins, with Mattheo seemingly not caring & lost in his thoughts. The recipient of the posed question looked up from her textbook. Bea truthfully did not want to answer that question. She knew she couldn’t lie seeing how Draco, who got detention with her, was in the room with them. But if she answered truthfully then she’d have to explain why she was out past curfew, and that was not something she wanted to do. 

“I'm gonna go for a walk”, the curly headed boy spoke, abruptly getting up from his spot on the couch and making his way out of the Slytherin common room. 

Bea let out a breath of relief, being saved for a little bit from the posed question. The rest of the Slytherin group stared at the door Mattheo had just exited from. Confusion lacing all of their expressions. Lorenzo then looked at Theo, expecting him to know why his best friend suddenly left. The boy simply shrugged, signaling that he, as well, had no idea what had gotten over him. 

After a second to long of silence Draco voiced, “So Holloway why were you back late last night?”, a knowing smirk covering his face. Everyone's eyes were back on the girl in question. 

Not wanting to answer, the young witch took Mattheos' lead. Swiftly getting up and announcing that she had to go talk to her sister about something. Once again looks of confusion and curiosity painted over everyone's features. Then just as quickly as the first time they directed their attention back to something else. 

Now Bea didn’t totally lie about why she left, she did in fact have to tell someone something, she just lied about the someone. Sense finding out about the return of Voldemort the long haired witch knew she had to warn Mattheo. Recently he opened up to Theo, confessing he was scared of the day the dark lord returns, the day his dad returns. This confession was sparked by something Theo had said, but it also seemed like something the young boy did want to get off his chest. This was a confession Bea was sure she wasn’t meant to hear. 

The witch did want to harm Mattheo now of what she saw the night prior, but she knew doing it herself wouldn’t end well. So she had to think of something. And think of something she did.

Mattheo walked through the forbidden forest alone. He came here because he swore he saw something, but it couldn’t have been no. Thoughts plagued Mattheos mind about what it is he saw from the common room window the curiosity and anxiety overcame him that’s why he’s here now. Alone. As more and more thoughts swirl through Mattheo mind he feels a pair of eyes following him from the distance. Turning around to see what’s stalking him he comes face to face with a wolf, the castle wolf specifically. The castle wolf was an abnormal wolf who wondered the halls of Hogwarts no one knew who it belonged to or where it lived all they new is during the days it would come to Hogwarts and at night it would wonder off to the forbidden forest and because of that no one dared to follow.

“Oh, it’s just you” Mattheo whispered to himself and the wolf. It stalked closer to Mattheo then passing him, but not before signaling for him to follow the mysterious creature. Without, ok with a little hesitation, Mattheo followed the wolf. They stopped at a more secluded, deeper part of the forest,

Mattheo looked down to the wolves eyes and questioned “why’d you bring me here mystique”. Mystique had been a name some students started calling the wolf because of its mysterious life and soon enough it was its given name.

“What’s up?”, Mattheo questioned the animal. Mattheo then followed the gaze of the animal to what he’d assume it brought him here for, there was a unicorn, a dead one. Mattheo knew what that meant, what the fate of killing a unicorn had in store for anyone so brave or vile, he also knew the only person who could possibly be so cruel and evil to do this. His worst fears were proven, he’d returned. Proving not only what Mattheo saw in the forest earlier that day wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him but also confirmed that feeling he had. Deep down his, somewhat, quiet life at Hogwarts was coming to an end and the monster Mattheo tried so hard to keep at bay would be awakened. Not by him, but by his father. Voldemort was back.

“Shit” Mattheo whispered to himself, the comment was laced in worry and a tinge of fear. “I have to tell Theo about this” he continued. Looking around at where he was. Mattheo soon realized that not only he’d never been this far into the forest but when we followed the wolf he never made a mental map of where they were going, like he’d usually do when coming to new places, as to prevent getting lost. The wolf then looked at him whining a bit to get his attention.

“What?” He asked, without uttering another word the wolf looked into Mattheos eyes then started walking away, even though it had muttered no word he knew the wolf was telling him to follow it and so he did with no complaints.

They had finally reached the edge of the forbidden forest, “Thank you mystique” Mattheo said to the wolf while crouching down and attempting to pet its head, a successful attempt. Mattheo was surprised by the wolves actions knowing that the only ones that it allowed to touch it was Honey Holloway and Luna Lovegood. Mattheo always assumed it was those two because of their extremely kind hearts and immense love for all creatures, but now you were letting him pet you, though that only lasted for a bit. The wolf soon pulled away from Mattheo and run back into the forest.

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